Aiya Quackform
Her High Quackiness
- 189
- Posts
- 20
- Years
- Age 37
- In a blue house with a blue window.
- Seen Jan 2, 2009
PG for mild violence and war-related thematic elements. This is a re-release of my Fan Fic, "The One Drop". This is a dramatically improved and re-written version, and I hope you enjoy it! Constructive critisism and any other type of feedback is greatly appreciated on this thread. Also, I would like to give special thanks to Oni Flygon for his help with this re-write.
Chapter 1: The Meeting
Mari had been unable to keep her large storm-colored eyes off the diploma in her hands all night. She had received it earlier that day, and still couldn?t believe that her two years at Pokemon Academy were finally over, and she was at her graduation ceremony. The small young lady seemed somewhat awkward under her blow-dried, curled, and stylized grayish blue hair that had all been piled onto the top of her head, which generally was out of her way in a simple ponytail. The overall effect made her think her head looked like a tornado. Her mother insisted that it looked lovely.
?Hello, earth to Mari,? said the white haired young man next to her at the round white table. He had apparently been talking to her while she was zoning out.
?Oh, sorry, Spencer,? she replied to her older brother. She looked over at his tall, slim figure and smiled sheepishly. ?I?m just really excited, ya know.?
The short, rosy-cheeked older man with balding grey hair across the table laughed until his round belly jiggled. ?Well of course you are! This is the night you get your starter, after all.?
?Yeah,? Mari giggled. ?And tomorrow, I?m going to Slateport. Slateport, Grandpa!?
?Well, that?ll come soon enough,? said Mari?s tall and dark middle-aged father. ?For now, enjoy the party!?
?Yes, enjoy yourself!? the blonde mother chimed in. ?This is the last night before my baby goes off on her own, and I?m going to enjoy myself. I can?t believe she?s already fifteen?? Her mother?s blue eyes were about to get misty for the tenth time that evening when Grandpa Wattson mercifully intervened.
?Oh, Tammy, it?s not that big a deal!? he said to his daughter-in-law. ?She?ll only be gone a year or two before she comes back home to Mauville to train to take over the Gym. Isn?t that right, Mari??
?Oh, uh,? Mari gazed down at her plate of food. ?I guess I?ll go back to Mauville eventually, but I don?t really know when. I?m not even entirely sure I?ll take over the Gym.?
?Come on, now, Mr. Gym Leader,? Spencer teased their grandfather. ?You of all people should know that Mari has to find what she wants to do. Not what you want her to do.? He spoke with a laughing smile, but his point was serious.
Mari smiled gratefully at him, and he returned the gesture.
?Yes, I know that, Spencer,? Wattson said in his usual boisterous tone. ?But being a Gym Leader is something that trainers all over the world strive to be! Of course Mari wants to be the Gym Leader. Maybe not right away, but someday.?
Uncomfortable with the conversation, Mari squirmed in her seat and felt the storm-colored curls surrounding her face, making sure that they were not falling apart. Avoiding eye contact with her family, she double-checked her embroidered long-sleeved lavender shirt and white pants for crumbs, and then turned her attention to the room. They were inside the Pokemon Academy?s expansive cafeteria, where a makeshift stadium with podium had been erected. There were dozens of round white tables and chairs scattered across the hardwood floor. The regular white lights in the ceiling had been made dim to emphasize the festive purple lighting that had been put up for the occasion, along with streamers, dance music, a small dance floor, and a buffet line complete with a bowl of red punch.
?So, Mari, what kind of Pokemon do you want?? her Dad asked. His deep, masculine voice was in sharp contrast to her own soft one.
?Ugh! Don?t ask. I don?t have a clue.?
?Mari, you?re going to have to choose your starter in less than an hour and you still don?t know what you want?!? Spencer said.
?Well there are some benefits to choosing from only three starters!? she complained. ?You don?t have many choices to make. I have to pick from twenty-six!?
?Oh, yes, poor pitiful you, being forced to choose from twenty-six starters,? Spencer?s voice dripped with sarcasm.
Mari was about to retort when a feminine voice addressed her from behind. ?Hello, Miss Donovan.?
Craning her neck, Mari saw a tall blonde woman in her early thirties wearing a charcoal pants suit. ?Oh, Miss Electra!? she stuttered, her heart racing for a moment. The woman was founder and Dean of the Academy. ?Uh, how are you??
?I?m fine Miss Donovan, thank you. Might I have a word with you in my office??
?Uh, your office? Did I do something wrong??
?Oh, no, not at all!? Electra said reassuringly. ?There?s just a matter I wish to discuss with you in private.?
?Oh, okay,? Mari replied uneasily. Standing up next to the towering Pokemon Master, Mari?s shortness was exaggerated to an uncomfortable degree. Without any further words, Electra turned around and began to walk out of the cafeteria. Mari shrugged at her family and left with her.
After a brief walk, they arrived at Electra?s office and entered. Inside in a chair in front of her desk sat a middle-aged man with dark brown hair and glasses resting on top of his long, pointed nose. Just behind him peering around his side was a small grey hovering Pokemon. It was not much larger than a basketball and had a shape similar to a balloon, only it had a free, flowing appearance. A pale grey mask surrounded its soft dark eyes. The office itself wasn?t exceptionally large, and had rose-colored walls with dark wood furniture, including a large bookcase filled with volumes of different battling-related subjects. A small window overlooked the dark spring night.
The man stood up and extended his hand to Mari. ?Miss Donovan, I?m Dr. Ghilbee, it?s nice to meet you.?
Mari nodded and shook his hand. ?Nice to meet you too, Doctor. Please, call me Mari.?
Electra took her chair behind the desk and motioned for Mari to sit. The grey Pokemon came out a little bit from behind the Doctor when Mari sat down, watching her with intense curiosity. Electra began. ?Miss Donovan, I?ve been looking over your school record and I must admit it?s quite impressive.?
?Thank you, but I don?t know how impressive it is,? Mari said meekly. ?My scores are only a little above average.?
Electra shrugged it off. ?Nonsense, they?re a good deal above average. Aside from that, you show a great deal of creativity. That?s why you?re here. You see, Dr. Ghilbee here is a genetic researcher; he?s been experimenting with genetically altering Pokemon to create new ones.?
Mari looked at the Doctor with some discomfort. Genetic alteration didn?t sound like the noblest cause in science.
By now the grey Pokemon seemed to be getting over its shyness and was slowly coming closer to Mari. She smiled at it.
Ghilbee spoke of the grey Pokemon. ?I call that Pokemon a Castform. She is the first of eight created by my staff and me. Her and the other seven are all capable of a remarkable feat. They can influence the weather.?
Startled, Mari looked down at the noticeably small Pokemon. ?Wow,? she said. ?That would have some really interesting applications in battling.?
The Doctor seemed pleased at her response. ?Precisely. But, there?s another interesting aspect of Castform. It transforms according to the weather. The grey form you see now is its standard, or ?true? appearance. In extreme weather conditions, it changes into a different form with a different type. In sunshine it would be a fire type and in rain, water. Those are just two of its known transformations. It?s also possible there are other transformations we have not yet seen.?
Mari sat in her chair, speechless. Such a Pokemon if properly trained could become nearly invincible, changing its type according to the opponent. Again she looked down at the Castform she was petting. She was innocently leaning into her stroking, fully enjoying herself.
?She?s also very intelligent,? Ghilbee said. ?She almost completely understands the English language, has learned to use several basic English words in simple sentences, and her vocabulary is quickly increasing! By incorporating the English she knows into her natural Pokemon tongue, she can quite affectively communicate with both Pokemon and humans.?
?No way!? Mari said, again looking down at Castform.
The Pokemon grinned, and in a childish voice spoke. ?Hi.?
She gasped. ?You can change type, control the weather, and talk??
?Let?s not be too hasty, Doctor,? Electra intervened. ?I know you are excited about your creation, but let us state all the facts. While it is theoretically possible for a Castform to influence the weather in any way it wanted, absolutely none of them have yet done so. Most can certainly influence the weather, making it hot or drizzle. One of them can even use the full Rain Dance attack, but to be able to cause all kinds of drastic changes in the weather, you are still a good ways off. Not to mention the fact that Csatform?s physical abilities are, and always will be, very limited.?
Ghilbee seemed annoyed, but nodded in agreement none-the-less. ?That is why we asked you here, Mari. The only people who have been working with the Castform trying to develop their powers are scientists. We have discussed it, and we want to give a Castform to a trainer who might be able to bring out the full potential of it.?
Mari?s eyes widened, suddenly realizing why she had been called to the office. ?Me?? was all she managed to say. She was no longer petting the Castform, and she floated up, squeaked ?Thanks? to Mari and then assumed a position between her and the Doctor.
?Perhaps Miss Donovan,? Electra said. ?You are talented, and I?ve heard that you don?t know what kind of Pokemon you want as your starter. You seemed the perfect choice. If you want, Castform is yours as your starter Pokemon.?
Mari sat in uncertain silence. There was so much to consider. It was an incredible opportunity, but there were so many questions she had.
?Dr Ghilbee,? Electra said, ?would you give Miss Donovan and me a moment alone??
Ghilbee nodded and exited the room and took Castform with him. ?Bye, Mari!? she said.
?Miss Donovan, I can only imagine what must be going through your head right now. But I think that if I were in your place, I might be worried about what taking a man-made Pokemon would mean to my career as a trainer.?
Mari nodded quietly, that was exactly her main concern. A genetically modified ?super-Pokemon? would surely be frowned upon. It might even make her look like a trainer willing to do anything, no matter how unfair or underhanded, to win.
?Well, consider this. Dr Ghilbee is very proud of his creation, and with good reason. But she is not as powerful as he likes to make her sound. As I said before, for the most part the Castform can only vaguely affect the weather, although they do all change with it. At this time, Castform is no more powerful than any other species. But, while she will be far more difficult to train, her potential is far greater as well. Consider her evenly balanced in that respect. Also, Castform is not as man made as Ghilbee likes to make it sound. She is simply a hybrid of several other Pokemon, with some extra modifications here and there.?
?Really?? Mari said, intrigued.
?Yes, Castform is mostly Ditto with some other Pokemon that know Sunny Day, Rain Dance, Hail, etc. thrown in. So, you don?t have to consider her completely artificial.?
Mari smiled. ?Thanks, Electra, I really appreciate your help, and your confidence in me. But I need time to think.?
Electra nodded. ?Of course you do! I?ll make this simple. When you come to get your starter, you name either Castform, or one on the official list. It?s as simple as that.?
A few minutes later Mari arrived back at the party. Her brother was at the punch table refilling his cup. She scooped up her own cup and helped herself to the red concoction.
?So, what was that all about?? Spencer asked.
?Oh, just something about the starters,? she answered.
?Just something, huh?? Spencer chuckled. ?Well, I?m ready to see what Pokemon you end up with, personally. Everyone is holding bets.?
Mari smiled at the thought because it could very easily be true.
?Guests and graduates,? came a voice over the speaker system. ?The time has come.? Electra stood at the podium. ?Will all the graduates now please get in line in front of the podium in an orderly fashion.?
Mari squealed in delight as she hugged Spencer, shoved her punch cup into his hands, and then practically floated to her place in line. While waiting, she was deep in thought. Castform was at the focus of her attention. The conversation in Electra?s office kept running over and over again in her head.
?Miss Mari Donovan,? Electra announced. Mari?s head shot up as she realized it was time. She approached her teacher with forced confidence. ?What is your decision?? Electra asked.
?Castform, please.? Mari said. This time her confidence was real.
Electra smiled and handed her a blue Pokeball, as were all Academy-issued Pokeballs. ?Mister Max Marimo,? Electra called the next person in line.
Mari was shaking with excitement and jogged to the table where her family was sitting, grinning ear to ear.
?Well, whadja choose?? Grandpa Wattson said.
?Well, see for yourself,? Mari announced as she started to open the Pokeball.
?Excuse me, Miss Donovan,? a male voice said.
Mari turned to see Ghilbee.
?I would suggest that you display your new Pokemon in private,? he explained his interruption. ?You wouldn?t want any of the other students to get jealous.?
?Oh, yes, of course,? she blushed. That should have been obvious.
?I also printed this up for you,? he said handing her a piece of paper. ?It?s got some basic information on Castform including her estimated stats and movepool.?
?Great! Thanks! I?ll be sure to look it over.?
?Huh? What did you get, Mari?? her father asked. The looks on the others? faces echoed his question.
?Well, why don?t I take you back to my dorm room and I?ll show you there?? Mari suggested and led the group outside the cafeteria, across the lawn, and over to the building that contained her room, all the while explaining what she had been told about Castform.
The group walked inside the plain room. The bare white walls had been stripped of decoration, the bed against the back wall was neatly made, the night stand had a single glass of water on it, several boxes were stacked up against the wooden dresser, the wooden desk and chair had been stripped of personal items, and the miniature refrigerator in the kitchen area at the front of the room was barren. A round wood table stood in-between the door and fridge, piled with brightly-colored presents that had been left there by her family earlier, along with the previously opened Academy-issue starter kit.
?Time to meet Castform!? the young trainer sang and opened the Pokeball.
Out of the white light Castform appeared. The first person she saw was Mari, and she smiled at her briefly before freezing at the sight of so many strangers. Backing up a bit, she silently stared wide-eyed at them.
?Oh, its okay, Castform,? Mari comfortingly patted Castform?s head. ?This is my family. They won?t hurt you.?
The Pokemon noticeably relaxed, recovering from the ?shock? of so many strangers. She was still, however, quite suspicious of them.
?It?s okay, Castform,? Spencer spoke. ?My name is Spencer. I?ve heard quite a lot about you!?
Castform smiled weakly at him, she appeared very tired. ?Hi,? she softly whispered, recognizing that he wanted to hear a Pokemon actually speak English.
?Well aren?t you the cutest thing I?ve ever seen!? Mari?s Mom cooed.
Castform looked over at the older version of Mari and smiled.
?Castform, are you okay?? Mari asked. The little grey Pokemon did not seem as friendly or curious as she had when they met in Electra?s office.
?No. I?m tired,? the Pokemon said in a voice that sounded like it belonged to a young child.
?Oh, okay, I guess you have had a long day, haven?t you?? Mari said. ?You want to sleep in your Pokeball??
She nodded, and was quietly sucked back into the blue and silver sphere.
?Oh, Mari, she?s adorable!? her mother said.
?A bit on the shy side, though,? her Dad commented. ?You might have a problem battling with her.?
?Ah, but if what she told us is true,? Wattson said, ?That little Pokemon could certainly be worth the effort to train!?
Mari nodded in agreement. ?Just the same, I should have realized putting her in a room with a bunch of strangers would scare her, after she was so shy with me. Well, grab a seat everybody,? she said as she placed the Pokeball on her desk.
?Hurry, Mar,? her mother said. ?Get to the presents!?
Chapter 1: The Meeting
Mari had been unable to keep her large storm-colored eyes off the diploma in her hands all night. She had received it earlier that day, and still couldn?t believe that her two years at Pokemon Academy were finally over, and she was at her graduation ceremony. The small young lady seemed somewhat awkward under her blow-dried, curled, and stylized grayish blue hair that had all been piled onto the top of her head, which generally was out of her way in a simple ponytail. The overall effect made her think her head looked like a tornado. Her mother insisted that it looked lovely.
?Hello, earth to Mari,? said the white haired young man next to her at the round white table. He had apparently been talking to her while she was zoning out.
?Oh, sorry, Spencer,? she replied to her older brother. She looked over at his tall, slim figure and smiled sheepishly. ?I?m just really excited, ya know.?
The short, rosy-cheeked older man with balding grey hair across the table laughed until his round belly jiggled. ?Well of course you are! This is the night you get your starter, after all.?
?Yeah,? Mari giggled. ?And tomorrow, I?m going to Slateport. Slateport, Grandpa!?
?Well, that?ll come soon enough,? said Mari?s tall and dark middle-aged father. ?For now, enjoy the party!?
?Yes, enjoy yourself!? the blonde mother chimed in. ?This is the last night before my baby goes off on her own, and I?m going to enjoy myself. I can?t believe she?s already fifteen?? Her mother?s blue eyes were about to get misty for the tenth time that evening when Grandpa Wattson mercifully intervened.
?Oh, Tammy, it?s not that big a deal!? he said to his daughter-in-law. ?She?ll only be gone a year or two before she comes back home to Mauville to train to take over the Gym. Isn?t that right, Mari??
?Oh, uh,? Mari gazed down at her plate of food. ?I guess I?ll go back to Mauville eventually, but I don?t really know when. I?m not even entirely sure I?ll take over the Gym.?
?Come on, now, Mr. Gym Leader,? Spencer teased their grandfather. ?You of all people should know that Mari has to find what she wants to do. Not what you want her to do.? He spoke with a laughing smile, but his point was serious.
Mari smiled gratefully at him, and he returned the gesture.
?Yes, I know that, Spencer,? Wattson said in his usual boisterous tone. ?But being a Gym Leader is something that trainers all over the world strive to be! Of course Mari wants to be the Gym Leader. Maybe not right away, but someday.?
Uncomfortable with the conversation, Mari squirmed in her seat and felt the storm-colored curls surrounding her face, making sure that they were not falling apart. Avoiding eye contact with her family, she double-checked her embroidered long-sleeved lavender shirt and white pants for crumbs, and then turned her attention to the room. They were inside the Pokemon Academy?s expansive cafeteria, where a makeshift stadium with podium had been erected. There were dozens of round white tables and chairs scattered across the hardwood floor. The regular white lights in the ceiling had been made dim to emphasize the festive purple lighting that had been put up for the occasion, along with streamers, dance music, a small dance floor, and a buffet line complete with a bowl of red punch.
?So, Mari, what kind of Pokemon do you want?? her Dad asked. His deep, masculine voice was in sharp contrast to her own soft one.
?Ugh! Don?t ask. I don?t have a clue.?
?Mari, you?re going to have to choose your starter in less than an hour and you still don?t know what you want?!? Spencer said.
?Well there are some benefits to choosing from only three starters!? she complained. ?You don?t have many choices to make. I have to pick from twenty-six!?
?Oh, yes, poor pitiful you, being forced to choose from twenty-six starters,? Spencer?s voice dripped with sarcasm.
Mari was about to retort when a feminine voice addressed her from behind. ?Hello, Miss Donovan.?
Craning her neck, Mari saw a tall blonde woman in her early thirties wearing a charcoal pants suit. ?Oh, Miss Electra!? she stuttered, her heart racing for a moment. The woman was founder and Dean of the Academy. ?Uh, how are you??
?I?m fine Miss Donovan, thank you. Might I have a word with you in my office??
?Uh, your office? Did I do something wrong??
?Oh, no, not at all!? Electra said reassuringly. ?There?s just a matter I wish to discuss with you in private.?
?Oh, okay,? Mari replied uneasily. Standing up next to the towering Pokemon Master, Mari?s shortness was exaggerated to an uncomfortable degree. Without any further words, Electra turned around and began to walk out of the cafeteria. Mari shrugged at her family and left with her.
After a brief walk, they arrived at Electra?s office and entered. Inside in a chair in front of her desk sat a middle-aged man with dark brown hair and glasses resting on top of his long, pointed nose. Just behind him peering around his side was a small grey hovering Pokemon. It was not much larger than a basketball and had a shape similar to a balloon, only it had a free, flowing appearance. A pale grey mask surrounded its soft dark eyes. The office itself wasn?t exceptionally large, and had rose-colored walls with dark wood furniture, including a large bookcase filled with volumes of different battling-related subjects. A small window overlooked the dark spring night.
The man stood up and extended his hand to Mari. ?Miss Donovan, I?m Dr. Ghilbee, it?s nice to meet you.?
Mari nodded and shook his hand. ?Nice to meet you too, Doctor. Please, call me Mari.?
Electra took her chair behind the desk and motioned for Mari to sit. The grey Pokemon came out a little bit from behind the Doctor when Mari sat down, watching her with intense curiosity. Electra began. ?Miss Donovan, I?ve been looking over your school record and I must admit it?s quite impressive.?
?Thank you, but I don?t know how impressive it is,? Mari said meekly. ?My scores are only a little above average.?
Electra shrugged it off. ?Nonsense, they?re a good deal above average. Aside from that, you show a great deal of creativity. That?s why you?re here. You see, Dr. Ghilbee here is a genetic researcher; he?s been experimenting with genetically altering Pokemon to create new ones.?
Mari looked at the Doctor with some discomfort. Genetic alteration didn?t sound like the noblest cause in science.
By now the grey Pokemon seemed to be getting over its shyness and was slowly coming closer to Mari. She smiled at it.
Ghilbee spoke of the grey Pokemon. ?I call that Pokemon a Castform. She is the first of eight created by my staff and me. Her and the other seven are all capable of a remarkable feat. They can influence the weather.?
Startled, Mari looked down at the noticeably small Pokemon. ?Wow,? she said. ?That would have some really interesting applications in battling.?
The Doctor seemed pleased at her response. ?Precisely. But, there?s another interesting aspect of Castform. It transforms according to the weather. The grey form you see now is its standard, or ?true? appearance. In extreme weather conditions, it changes into a different form with a different type. In sunshine it would be a fire type and in rain, water. Those are just two of its known transformations. It?s also possible there are other transformations we have not yet seen.?
Mari sat in her chair, speechless. Such a Pokemon if properly trained could become nearly invincible, changing its type according to the opponent. Again she looked down at the Castform she was petting. She was innocently leaning into her stroking, fully enjoying herself.
?She?s also very intelligent,? Ghilbee said. ?She almost completely understands the English language, has learned to use several basic English words in simple sentences, and her vocabulary is quickly increasing! By incorporating the English she knows into her natural Pokemon tongue, she can quite affectively communicate with both Pokemon and humans.?
?No way!? Mari said, again looking down at Castform.
The Pokemon grinned, and in a childish voice spoke. ?Hi.?
She gasped. ?You can change type, control the weather, and talk??
?Let?s not be too hasty, Doctor,? Electra intervened. ?I know you are excited about your creation, but let us state all the facts. While it is theoretically possible for a Castform to influence the weather in any way it wanted, absolutely none of them have yet done so. Most can certainly influence the weather, making it hot or drizzle. One of them can even use the full Rain Dance attack, but to be able to cause all kinds of drastic changes in the weather, you are still a good ways off. Not to mention the fact that Csatform?s physical abilities are, and always will be, very limited.?
Ghilbee seemed annoyed, but nodded in agreement none-the-less. ?That is why we asked you here, Mari. The only people who have been working with the Castform trying to develop their powers are scientists. We have discussed it, and we want to give a Castform to a trainer who might be able to bring out the full potential of it.?
Mari?s eyes widened, suddenly realizing why she had been called to the office. ?Me?? was all she managed to say. She was no longer petting the Castform, and she floated up, squeaked ?Thanks? to Mari and then assumed a position between her and the Doctor.
?Perhaps Miss Donovan,? Electra said. ?You are talented, and I?ve heard that you don?t know what kind of Pokemon you want as your starter. You seemed the perfect choice. If you want, Castform is yours as your starter Pokemon.?
Mari sat in uncertain silence. There was so much to consider. It was an incredible opportunity, but there were so many questions she had.
?Dr Ghilbee,? Electra said, ?would you give Miss Donovan and me a moment alone??
Ghilbee nodded and exited the room and took Castform with him. ?Bye, Mari!? she said.
?Miss Donovan, I can only imagine what must be going through your head right now. But I think that if I were in your place, I might be worried about what taking a man-made Pokemon would mean to my career as a trainer.?
Mari nodded quietly, that was exactly her main concern. A genetically modified ?super-Pokemon? would surely be frowned upon. It might even make her look like a trainer willing to do anything, no matter how unfair or underhanded, to win.
?Well, consider this. Dr Ghilbee is very proud of his creation, and with good reason. But she is not as powerful as he likes to make her sound. As I said before, for the most part the Castform can only vaguely affect the weather, although they do all change with it. At this time, Castform is no more powerful than any other species. But, while she will be far more difficult to train, her potential is far greater as well. Consider her evenly balanced in that respect. Also, Castform is not as man made as Ghilbee likes to make it sound. She is simply a hybrid of several other Pokemon, with some extra modifications here and there.?
?Really?? Mari said, intrigued.
?Yes, Castform is mostly Ditto with some other Pokemon that know Sunny Day, Rain Dance, Hail, etc. thrown in. So, you don?t have to consider her completely artificial.?
Mari smiled. ?Thanks, Electra, I really appreciate your help, and your confidence in me. But I need time to think.?
Electra nodded. ?Of course you do! I?ll make this simple. When you come to get your starter, you name either Castform, or one on the official list. It?s as simple as that.?
A few minutes later Mari arrived back at the party. Her brother was at the punch table refilling his cup. She scooped up her own cup and helped herself to the red concoction.
?So, what was that all about?? Spencer asked.
?Oh, just something about the starters,? she answered.
?Just something, huh?? Spencer chuckled. ?Well, I?m ready to see what Pokemon you end up with, personally. Everyone is holding bets.?
Mari smiled at the thought because it could very easily be true.
?Guests and graduates,? came a voice over the speaker system. ?The time has come.? Electra stood at the podium. ?Will all the graduates now please get in line in front of the podium in an orderly fashion.?
Mari squealed in delight as she hugged Spencer, shoved her punch cup into his hands, and then practically floated to her place in line. While waiting, she was deep in thought. Castform was at the focus of her attention. The conversation in Electra?s office kept running over and over again in her head.
?Miss Mari Donovan,? Electra announced. Mari?s head shot up as she realized it was time. She approached her teacher with forced confidence. ?What is your decision?? Electra asked.
?Castform, please.? Mari said. This time her confidence was real.
Electra smiled and handed her a blue Pokeball, as were all Academy-issued Pokeballs. ?Mister Max Marimo,? Electra called the next person in line.
Mari was shaking with excitement and jogged to the table where her family was sitting, grinning ear to ear.
?Well, whadja choose?? Grandpa Wattson said.
?Well, see for yourself,? Mari announced as she started to open the Pokeball.
?Excuse me, Miss Donovan,? a male voice said.
Mari turned to see Ghilbee.
?I would suggest that you display your new Pokemon in private,? he explained his interruption. ?You wouldn?t want any of the other students to get jealous.?
?Oh, yes, of course,? she blushed. That should have been obvious.
?I also printed this up for you,? he said handing her a piece of paper. ?It?s got some basic information on Castform including her estimated stats and movepool.?
?Great! Thanks! I?ll be sure to look it over.?
?Huh? What did you get, Mari?? her father asked. The looks on the others? faces echoed his question.
?Well, why don?t I take you back to my dorm room and I?ll show you there?? Mari suggested and led the group outside the cafeteria, across the lawn, and over to the building that contained her room, all the while explaining what she had been told about Castform.
The group walked inside the plain room. The bare white walls had been stripped of decoration, the bed against the back wall was neatly made, the night stand had a single glass of water on it, several boxes were stacked up against the wooden dresser, the wooden desk and chair had been stripped of personal items, and the miniature refrigerator in the kitchen area at the front of the room was barren. A round wood table stood in-between the door and fridge, piled with brightly-colored presents that had been left there by her family earlier, along with the previously opened Academy-issue starter kit.
?Time to meet Castform!? the young trainer sang and opened the Pokeball.
Out of the white light Castform appeared. The first person she saw was Mari, and she smiled at her briefly before freezing at the sight of so many strangers. Backing up a bit, she silently stared wide-eyed at them.
?Oh, its okay, Castform,? Mari comfortingly patted Castform?s head. ?This is my family. They won?t hurt you.?
The Pokemon noticeably relaxed, recovering from the ?shock? of so many strangers. She was still, however, quite suspicious of them.
?It?s okay, Castform,? Spencer spoke. ?My name is Spencer. I?ve heard quite a lot about you!?
Castform smiled weakly at him, she appeared very tired. ?Hi,? she softly whispered, recognizing that he wanted to hear a Pokemon actually speak English.
?Well aren?t you the cutest thing I?ve ever seen!? Mari?s Mom cooed.
Castform looked over at the older version of Mari and smiled.
?Castform, are you okay?? Mari asked. The little grey Pokemon did not seem as friendly or curious as she had when they met in Electra?s office.
?No. I?m tired,? the Pokemon said in a voice that sounded like it belonged to a young child.
?Oh, okay, I guess you have had a long day, haven?t you?? Mari said. ?You want to sleep in your Pokeball??
She nodded, and was quietly sucked back into the blue and silver sphere.
?Oh, Mari, she?s adorable!? her mother said.
?A bit on the shy side, though,? her Dad commented. ?You might have a problem battling with her.?
?Ah, but if what she told us is true,? Wattson said, ?That little Pokemon could certainly be worth the effort to train!?
Mari nodded in agreement. ?Just the same, I should have realized putting her in a room with a bunch of strangers would scare her, after she was so shy with me. Well, grab a seat everybody,? she said as she placed the Pokeball on her desk.
?Hurry, Mar,? her mother said. ?Get to the presents!?