After the capturing contest judging was over, Mackie fairly staggered back to the Pokemon Center, let out all of his pokemon except the Stantler, fed them some pokemon food and trail mix, and then passed out on the bed, leaving the window of his little room open. For them to come and go as they pleased. He trusted that Luster and Bonnie would look after the little Gligar, though until he fell asleep, they all stayed with him, the Gligar tucking himself snugly against Mackie's side again. It was so small... By all rights a Gligar should stand around three feet tall. If this one exceed two, Mackie would eat his hat.
He blinked sleepily at the little guy, too tired to do much but put his hand on his head in welcome. "Hey there little thing," he said, and fell asleep. The sun hadn't even set yet.
He woke at his usual time, though—dawn. Unlike when he'd woken the previous day, he didn't feel weak and shaky, though he definitely was starving again. His leg hurt, too, but not badly, just what he suspected was normal. And today he would go back to have it checked again, anyway. He'd promised.
Bonnie was perched in the open window, a ball of white fluff edged with the pale yellow light of morning, still asleep. Luster was nowhere to be seen, so probably out and about, as her painted apri-ball was still open on the table.
The Gligar, for his part, was still right there, next to him, where he'd had been when Mackie had fallen asleep. Mackie had no idea if he might've gone out with the other two and returned, or if he'd had stayed there the whole night. He did suspect it was the second, though.
The Gligar woke as he sat up, and Mackie touched his head again, tapping his fingers lightly between his ears. "Morning, little thing," he told him. No name yet, but at least he'd gotten the gender from Nurse Joy.
"Gliiii," the Gligar replied softly, and stuck out his tongue with a shy smile.
"Hope you don't mind staying with me, little thing," Mackie spoke as he got up and limped over to his bag to pull out fresh clothes. "We're traveling and battling. I don't know if that's your kinda fun." He pulled on the overalls, and a white t-shirt underneath. Hmm, he was going to have to do his laundry here before he left town.
"Gligar..." the Gligar trailed off, perched on the edge of the mattress. He raised its claws like he was about to go into a fierce pose, but then hesitated, and lowered them again, and slumped down, curling in on himself sadly.
"Don't worry. I won't leave you behind," Mackie assured it, though he felt a twinge of guilt as he spoke. This little runty pokemon barely wanted to fight—and of course with good reason—and yet he felt entirely willing to keep it with him, instead of finding it what might be a better home with a person who didn't battle. Well, it did seem very attached to him, but still... And then on the other hand was that fine specimen of a Stantler he'd caught yesterday. He hadn't even taken it out of the apri-ball. He didn't want to. He didn't really want it at all, even though it was plainly a brave fighter. It was because of that that he'd kept it, instead of releasing it... but he didn't... he didn't /like/ it. It had done something to his mind, and he didn't like that at /all/. Not a bit, not even a little. It stomping on Bonnie was forgivable, his knee-jerk reaction aside. Battle was battle, even if Mackie was sexist... but to Mackie battle was... things you could see.
The illusion, the Hypnosis... he tensed at the thought. He knew he'd have to fight against those things in the future, and he felt his jaw tighten. None of it for him, though. Nohow. Just too creepy.
Well, for now it didn't matter. He'd just need to find someone who would be a good trainer for the Stantler, someone who could actually appreciate its abilities, which, Mackie had to admit, were impressive. Until then, he'd do his best to take care of it. Probably better to find it somewhere to stretch its legs, then, a park or something. His appointment at the hospital wasn't for a few hours.
*
The Stantler eyed him coolly as he held out some pokemon food for it to eat. It took the food from his hand though, its mouth soft and warm, and not at all seeming ready to nip or anything like that. "Okay, there you are," he said quietly. He didn't think a little grazing would damage this little park's lawn, but he didn't want it all torn up in ravenous hunger. The Stantler wandered a few steps off, and lowered its head to crop at the grass.
Mackie sat back on the bench, where the Gligar was already, next to Mackie's sack of muffins from the nearby bakery that had only just barely opened for the day. Luster had returned from her time outside looking contented but tired, so she was in her apri-ball again. Bonnie, for her part, must have rested most of the night, because she was stretching her wings now, up above them.
"So, let's learn about you now, huh?" He looked down at the Gligar while he maneuvered the pokedex out of his city bag. The Gligar leaned in and tapped at the pokedex curiously with one claw. "Hmm. Ground/flying... really?" Mackie looked at the Gligar curiously. That was a strange combination. But it made sense, he supposed... they lived on cliffs. Like... vertical ground. "More of a glider, really," Mackie murmured as he read on. "And you use poison, even if you're not a poison type." The Gligar shifted, its tail clacking against the bench slats, and Mackie looked at the stinger on the end. Poison was weak to that psychic stuff, wasn't it? Better not to have that type, and still use the moves, he thought. Assuming this guy would be willing to try it. He would see. Maybe the Gligar just needed a chance to do something without getting knocked over. Build some confidence.
And if not... well. This Gligar was his now, and that was that.
"So now I gotta find a name for you, huh," he said thoughtfully, then felt another pang of guilt when he looked at the Stantler, grazing at the grass in front of him. That... wasn't always that, was it?
*
The doctor had pronounced his leg to still be healing well, with no sign of returning to infection, but did recommend, strongly, that Mackie stay in town and not travel on for at least another day. "I'll see," Mackie had shrugged. "There'll be doctors in the next town too, you know."
"Trainers!" she'd huffed again, and Mackie had just shrugged a second time, and smiled helplessly. She'd dismissed with an eye-roll and a headshake. "Just please be careful."
"Yes ma'am," he'd touched his hat politely as he left. Even if he didn't want to listen to her, there was no mistaking she was doing her job right.
Just like he was trying to do.
He'd heard when returning to the Pokemon Center after the park visit that the Eterna Gym was open again, not that he'd known it'd even been closed.
"Yeah, this is a gym," he said now, to the Gligar, that was clinging to his city bag and staring around. "Not like they're all the same or anything... last one was a rock/steel gym, not grass... no flowers like this." Mackie took a breath. "Ahh... this is real nice." It wasn't really that much like home, but all the flowers definitely reminded him of the orchards in spring.
"So, you can just watch this time, okay? Don't worry about anything." He could see the leader, up ahead. She reminded him kinda of a young Aunt Laura, she was real pretty, and her dress reminded him of how Aunt Laura and a lot of the girls round Solaceon dressed. "Good morning, ma'am! I'm Mackenzie Keeler!" He called out, and pulled his hat off. "Hey, you gotta get down for now, okay?" he whispered back at the Gligar. "I need my bag." The Gligar climbed down reluctantly, but Mackie held out his hat to him. "Keep that for me?" The Gligar took it carefully, and nodded.
"Good morning, trainer," the leader said, and introduced herself. "I'm Roseanna. I like grass-types, as you might have guessed."
"Sure," Mackie grinned. "They're really pretty, too, it's almost like outside, in here. I bet it's a whole lotta work to make it so green and colourful too."
"I have some help," Roseanna smiled, looking genuinely happy to think about that. "Now, shall we battle?"
"Oh yes, ma'am! But uh, please, don't mind this little one here, even if you thrash me good, he's not in the battle. He's just gonna watch, won't fight or nothing." Mackie promised.
Roseanna. "Make sure he keeps outside the ring, then," she told him, and he nodded. "Sunflora! Let's show off the power of grass!" Roseanna called out, and the ball she opened let out a flash that solidified into a... well, it had to be a Sunflora. It was a giant flower, it's whole self was a flower, green body and healthy-looking leaf-arms and a brilliant yellow face. Like a sunflower. He could see where the name was from. "Trainer?" Roseanna prompted, and Mackie stopped staring.
"Sorry ma'am. Never saw a Sunflora till now. Amazin'!" he smiled a little at the Sunflora itself, and then grinned when it ducked its brilliant yellow head towards him in acknowledgment. "Ah, sorry, yeah, getting' on now! Bonnie! Come see the flowers!" He pushed the button on her pokeball and she appeared.
"Swaaa!" she called out in reply, and looped in the air. Mackie looked at Roseanna a little sheepishly, and when she nodded sharply—time to start!—he returned the gesture and turned his attention to the field.
"Ingrain, Sunflora," Roseanna commanded, and the flower pokemon set its little green feet against the grown and dug in. Only, literally—its feet poked right down into the grown like a real plant, and it then drew itself up to its full height, as if invigorated.
"Bonnie, it's put down roots," he told her, "it can't moved from where it is! So you gotta get close, but just come back out to dodge. Now give it a Peck!"
"Now use Growth!" Roseanna was saying, as Bonnie went straight for it, apparently seeing no point in weaving around since it was mostly stationary. The Sunflora didn't attack, just closed its eyes in concentration as Bonnie struck it, like it was ignoring the blow, even though, Mackie knew—he KNEW—that grass was weak against flying moves. It had done maybe a little damage, but the Sunflora seemed to inhale, get bigger, just a little, either for real or just in its attitude. "Keep up the Growth," Roseanna told it, looking calm as anything.
Mackie was perplexed, but determined. This wasn't like Roark's gym. This time he had the better moves. But maybe he should feel it out a little more first.
"Fury Attack," he told Bonnie when she circled back in his directed.
"Blu!" she confirmed, and headed back for the stationary Sunflora to dart at it repeatedly with her little foot claws. Once, and again, three times, then four, and five, before she peeled off.
The Sunflora had done nothing much at all, and yet it seemed to be nearly as healthy as when it had come out. Even now, after Bonnie's attack, it was seeming to /regain/ health.
"Maybe the roots?" Mackie muttered. It made sense to him. Then if it was regaining health, he had to use the strongest attack only. "Bonnie! Peck! Only Peck!"
"Sunflora, make it a Sunny Day!" Roseanna ordered, walking slowly back and forth along the other side of the ring, looking as unconcerned as the Sunflora was about Bonnie's Pecks.
And then Mackie had to squint, as the Sunflora turned its face upward and... everything turned bright as day, no, bright as midday with the sun overhead and the sky clear from east to west. "Whoa," he said. "Bonnie! Keep it up! It didn't move so never mind the light!" He didn't want her to get disoriented, but it wasn't like the Sunflora was going anywhere.
"Mega Drain," Mackie heard the calm direction from Roseanna as he rubbed a hand over his eyes, and opened them just in time to see the Sunflora fling its arms around Bonnie as she came in for a Peck. She did land that Peck, but there was a green glow, faint in the sunlight, and Mackie watched her slump in the Sunflora's grip.
When it released her, she slid to the ground, rolling backwards once, and barely got her feet under her. Her wings hung limp and she was blinking like she couldn't stay awake.
"Wow," Mackie boggled. "Bonnie, come back!" He recalled her to her ball and stared at Roseanna, who raised her eyebrows pointedly, and he nodded. Of course he shouldn't count on superior typing. Not after winning against Roark.
But still, it was good to have. And he still had it.
"Luster, your turn!" he spoke fast. "Quick attack! Show off your speed!!"
Luster zipped forward, even while Roseanna called for another Mega Drain, while Luster used her favourite attack, choosing to make a hairpin turn and smack the Sunflora from behind, making its big head bounce forward. It still shot off a vine, catching Luster around the tail, and she jerked up short for a second, a green glow snaking back down the vine towards the Sunflora before she pulled loose.
Unlike Bonnie, it did very little, and Mackie exhaled in happy relief. "Luster, that flower won't move. It's in the way! Take it out! Silver Wind, and then Aerial Ace!"
He dared a look at Roseanna who was looking more serious now, and he squared his shoulders as she called for the Sunflora to Pound next. Luster dodged the Ingrained pokemon easily, and flung her glowing silvery attack at it, head on this time, and it rocked backwards so far it nearly hit the ground. "Take that," Mackie said happily. "Aerial Ace!" he reminded Luster, but she was already doing it, dropping down from nearly vertical before pulling up and striking upward, and this time the blow pulled the Sunflora from the ground, scattering loose earth and flinging back across the ring.
"Return, Sunflora," Roseanna recalled it. Mackie shifted nervously from one foot to the next, waiting. And there it was. "Bellossom, come out into the sun!"
"Quick attack!" Mackie told Luster. Time to show off for the new pokemon. This one was so little, Mackie could barely make out its details. He'd never seen on of these before either, but unfortunately he didn't get to really look this time.
"Yanmaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!"
Except then he did stare, because Luster's Quick Attack zoomed down to hit... nothing. The tiny grass-type zigged and zagged and Luster almost hit the ground instead, then zoomed around the circle, and Mackie could tell she was irked, by the sound of it.
"Oh yeah? Fast flowers?" He called, still trying in vain to get a good look at the little Bellossom, "Well, Luster, you don't miss! Aerial Ace! Catch it!"
And Mackie had never seen an Aerial Ace take so long to land, as Luster shot after the Bellossom, so low she was skimming the floor as it ran.
"Poison Powder!" came Roseanna's voice, but Mackie just watched Luster. When she struck the Bellossom, a cloud of purplish dust rose around her, and she shuddered faintly. Mackie let that be, just for now.
"Don't let it get away!" Mackie encouraged, "Aerial Ace!"
"Acid!" Roseanna called this time, and this time it was mist that rose around Luster, making her shake herself. That had hurt a little, and then she flinched from the poison, but she didn't move back an inch.
The sunlight had dimmed, and Bellossom wasn't dashing anymore, but Mackie couldn't tell much else about it. Either it knew there was no dodging Aerial Ace now, or it was tiring. He hoped it was the second.
"Luster, antidote!" he called, and she came to him to drink from the little bottle. By the time she was heading out, The Bellossom was launching it's next attack.
Sort of an attack. "Sweet scent!" The air smelled... well, sweeter.
Luster erred directly for the Bellossom, and not in attack mode now, just drawn by the lovely smell, somehow vivid, without being overpoweringly sweet, and Mackie thought of home again for a second, before coming back to himself. "Luster, watch it!" he said, but she was too close.
"Mega Drain!" Roseanna said, and the Bellossom flung itself on Luster, and the green energy ebbed from Luster to the Bellossom. It fell back, standing a little straighter. But not much. Not enough, maybe.
"It's almost down," Mackie said loudly. "One last time! Let the Sweet Scent make you hit it harder!"
Luster drew backwards, clearly reluctant to leave the wonderful smell, but she resisted long enough for enough room to build momentum. "Aerial Ace," he told her. "Go!"
She shot forward and rammed the Bellossom, bowling it back, and skidding to a stop herself just beyond it.
"Yanma," she said, exhaustedly.
"Good girl," Mackie nearly sat down himself, but remembered there was a Gym Leader right over there.
"Congratulations," Roseanna said, striding over to kneel by the Bellossom and stroke its head before recalling it to its ball. She stood up again. "The Forest Badge is yours, Mackenzie Keeler."
"Aw, it's really just Mackie, ma'am," he told her. "Luster, c'mon for some rest. Gotta get you over to the Center," he called to Luster, who flew slowly over to him, and hovered in front for him to rub her head, then recall her to her apri-ball.
"Well, ah, Mackie, I believe you've lost one someone." She was looking down around his feet, so he did as well, then he remembered.
"Aaah! Gligar!" he spun around, staring at the expanse of colour. Purple would just blend right in, too. He stared another moment before turning back, embarrassed. "He's uh, he's little, you know, and he's shy, and he was getting beat up by his family out on the Route so he don't like fighting and I didn't even capture him from a battle, he just came over to me and wanted—" he lurched to a verbal halt when she raised one finger.
"Perhaps we should look for him, then?" she suggested, and he exhaled heavily.
"Uh. Yes ma'am. Right. But I mean, you don't have to..." this time he just trailed off when she gave him a mock-stern look.
"These are my flowers. I don't let people just wander through them."
"Oh. 'Course," he said meekly.
Fortunately for Roseanna's flowers, and Mackie's nerves, the Gligar wasn't far off at all. He had tucked himself between two large freestanding pots that held a pair of very healthy rawst bushes. "Oh, good, ma'am. Just like at home," he remarked before they spotted the Gligar. "Those are hard to pot."
"You enjoy plants as well?" she asked curiously.
"Well, my family runs a berry farm," he shrugged. "So more like some particular—oh hey, little thing," Mackie spotted a swatch of bright purple between the rawst leaves, and crouched down before coming any closer. He flattened himself on his belly, and peered forward. The Gligar was hunkered down against the ground, shaded in the cover of the rawst bushes, and was staring out at him uncertainly. "Hey now. Gonna come on out? Fighting's all over," he said quietly. "He's just a little fella," he remarked to Roseanna, then startled a little when he realized she had crouched down herself.
"Not the fighting type, it seems."
"Yeah, I... dunno," Mackie said, and then, to the Gligar, "hey, little thing. You kept my hat, too, huh. Guess I was right that you'd take care of it."
The Gligar glanced down at the blue hat he was curled around, his claws holding the brim against his chest. "Gligar..." he said, shuffling his claws against the hat.
"I do want it back, though," Mackie wheedled.
It took a little more coaxing, and then the Gligar emerged from between the pots, hat in claws, which it held up for Mackie to take. Ignoring the dents in the brim from the claws, he put it on, and rubbed the Gligar between the ears. "Thanks, little thing," he told him. "And look. I was battling her, you know. And the girls are sure tired from it, but they like to fight. You saw the practice we had in the park, remember?" Mackie adjusted his city bag, and the Gligar climbed up him to hang off of it again.
"Gli... gar," it said quietly, sounding skeptical, but not nervous or afraid. That, at least, was good. Even if the actual fighting was scary to him, he wasn't scared of Roseanna now. So that meant he could tell the difference between friends battling and angry enemies.
"But the real thing's a bit much, maybe," Mackie reflected.
"If you decide to train him, it seems like it will take some time," Roseanna remarked, and Mackie shrugged.
"It's up to him," he said.
"Good luck with him, whatever you decide, and in the rest of your battles," she told him. "Oh," she added, "let's not forget this." She held out the Forest Badge, and he took it with a little duck of his head.
"Trees," he smiled at the shape and colour. "I like that." He pinned it to the chest pocket of his overalls, wishing the Coal Badge wasn't on his other pair. He needed something to wear that he could keep them on, all at once, that didn't need such periodic washing, he reflected. "Thanks, ma'am," he told Roseanna. "It was great to see your gym, and your pokemon. That Sunflora's something special." If he were ever to bring a pokemon home to his family for them to have as a friend on the farm, it would have to be one of those.
"Well, thank you as well, Mackenzie Keeler," she said, smiling like he knew he himself did whenever someone said Luster or Bonnie were pretty.
He made a last wave of farewell at the door, before stepping back out into the real sunlight.