Onimusha
King of the World
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- Age 36
- Does that honestly matter?
- Seen Apr 11, 2006
?Karen, I know it?s gonna be weird not having Marty around but we all knew we?d have to leave Harville at some point. Both me and Micky haven?t got all our badges yet and it?s not like you can just keep entering Rustboro contests? Purity said affectionately yet sensibly.
For once Peter was in agreement with her, but he wasn?t gonna say he agreed with her vocally. Fortunately for him Trip was there to open his mouth about it on his behalf. ?You know she has a point, with the upcoming Pokemon International and the lack of experience, both these to are gonna need to get as much training as possible if they want to stand even half a chance.?
?Hey!? Micky said in protest, not taking too kindly to his comments about his abilities, despite them being true.
?Yes?? Trip asked, rolling his eyes.
?**** you?re right? Micky said, feeling like an idiot.
?It just doesn?t feel right, deserting him like this? Karen continued, despite her want to go on this cruise trip.
?It?s not deserting him. It?s not like he was expecting us to stay here forever. Besides, we?ll be back in two and half weeks. You had to desert you?re parents to come along.?
?But that?s different, they have each other and well??
?Marty has Harville, it?s practically a family here? Micky interrupted.
Oddly enough, that comment made Karen feel a whole lot better about coming along. Before she could even reply Marty had popped his head around the door asking if the group was coming or not. The time had ran out and they left the Marty discussion to join him in the car. It was uncomfortable, almost like they were in the car with a man dying of cancer, really over exaggerating leaving him for two and a half weeks. He dropped the group of at the centre of Rustboro before driving his van off to his part of the street.
The sense of separation was still among the group, most of it on Karen who had her conscience working over time. ?I still don?t feel right about this? Karen stated. ?Shopping for holiday stuff whilst we leave Marty alone. I mean, if we?re gonna be leaving him for a couple weeks should we really leave him alone today as well.?
?Ok, this really is doing my head in Karen? Micky said grabbing his forehead. ?Sweetheart, Marty is like King of Harville, he practically rules the town. There are like fifteen people in that town? Micky said with a risen voice flailing his arms about. ?We are gonna be gone for two and a half weeks? he said now grabbing Karen by the shoulders and staring at her directly in the eyes. ?He is gonna be fine? Micky finished. ?Got that??
?Ok Ok? she replied in frustration with Micky?s patronising.
?Good.?
?You quite done?? Trip asked sarcastically.
?Dude, I can kick your *** all over this city, don?t take that tone with me? Micky smirked. ?Yes I?m ****ing done.?
?He is really cocky? Purity whispered over to Peter, the first real discussion the two of them had. ?Is he always like this, he wasn?t when he was with me.?
Peter wasn?t too keen on the idea of making conversation with her but he replied anyway, adding in a few lies. He figured if he could make Purity think a lot less of Micky and vicar versa then he could probably get her out of the group and speed up the process of getting Micky?s collection complete a lot quicker. ?He has every right to be cocky. I dunno why he?s scared of Scy, he?s kicked about the same amount of cop?s asses? Peter whispered back with an evil smirk on his face. In the mean time Micky and Trip had only just finished with their discussion and were approaching the two of them, Purity looking at Micky a lot more nervously than she did before. Karen and Trip followed behind Micky as Micky came towards Peter and Purity. Peter walked by his side but Purity, unlike usual slipped behind Micky out of his sight.
****
By the time the group had returned to Marty?s stall it was nearing closing time for him. Purity had bought about ten different bathing suits and bikini?s, Karen about a similar amount, as well as buying a inflatable donut ring for Raichu. Micky had only bothered to buy a couple of swimming shorts, not exactly the biggest fan of swimming, although from hearing from Trip that there were several small islands and caves for them to visit on the trip that the S.S Anne would stop by filled with plenty of interesting Pokemon, Micky knew he had no choice but to be ready to dress for that kinda occasion.
Considering this was going to be the last night with Marty, he prepared a huge meal for the entire group, almost like a thanks giving, turkey, well imitation turkey and all the trimmings, including imitation stuffing. Marty was around a the time of the eating of meat being legal, Micky just couldn?t get the image of a self baking Torchic out of his head. He said that the food tastes so much better nowadays but Micky had his doubts about that, everything being so fake it couldn?t be possible for it to be better than the original. He figured it was like plastic surgery, looks better but doesn?t feel as good, except in this case it didn?t taste as good, though in this case it did taste good. It was a very interesting send off, completely and utterly filling. By Midnight, or there about, Everyone started to return to their homes, eventually leaving the group finishing off the final bits and tidying up.
In the end Everyone wondered off to bed, Micky again giving his ten floating candles some paper to burn in their flames, before slumping onto his hammock. Purity wanted to say something but she was a lot more fearful of Micky, believing Peter?s words. In the end it was just silence until the sound of Micky?s snoring and the whistles of the Harville wildlife were the only things that she could hear. Whether it was anticipation or not, she just couldn?t get to sleep, laying wide-eyed staring into the moon. Eventually, her eyes went heavy and the bright white of the moon was the last thing she saw.
****
?Wake up!? Purity soothingly chanted as she nudged Micky with her elbow. She saw him starting to stir and on instinct she soulfully chanted ?Wake up? once more before Micky?s eyes opened, blinking constantly as he adjusted to the morning sun.
?What time is it?? Micky asked in a moan, still wishing he was back in his dreams, feeling so much better without the presence of ?Nightmare? about, still, nothing felt right with Poltergeist?s presence everywhere.
?About quarter to eleven. You sleep way too much? she smirked.
?You don?t let me sleep enough? he whined back, rubbing his eyes open and sliding off of his hammock.?
?Yeah, well, I?ll leave you to get ready, you got about three hours? she said. ?Left you some clothes on the side there? she said a she pointed to the barricades at the side of the roof. In a neat pile she?d left Micky?s usual clothes, the black double-lined trousers and a white see through fishnet shirt. Seemed pretty normal for Micky, though Purity still hadn?t gotten used to his weird fashion sense.
By the time Micky had forced himself out of bed and gotten dressed he still wasn?t fully awake, all groggy and lazy, walking down a small flight of steps all of a sudden a struggle, still yawning and blinking every few steps. ?Hi, Marty, Trip, Karen? he said groggily as he was passing by them, the group slumped on the sofa watching television. As he walked into the kitchen he greeted to Purity and Kerri with ?Hi, Purity, Kerri? as he reached for milk from the fridge. As he poured himself a glass he realised why the girls were giggling. ?Kerri?? Micky asked ignoring the fact that his glass was now overflowing. He turned, dropping the milk bottle luckily on it?s base and there she was, helping Purity in the kitchen with lunch. ?****, what the **** are you doing here?? Micky asked, a lot more alert, his shock covering the fact he was pleased to see her.
?He can?t go three words without swearing can he?? Purity smirked to Kerri.
Kerri smiled whilst giggling, one thing she?d only recently picked up since escaping from Mossdeep Sanatorium. After sorting things out like the cost of repairing the broken cell, the decided to let her go under the supervision of Professor Birch, though why she was at Marty?s was what confused Micky.
After giving Purity a look of ?Shut the **** *****? he began to greet his sister. ?Why are you here?? he still hadn?t gotten used to the fact that she couldn?t talk, always expecting her to be able to reply in the click of a finger.
She started to fumble about trying to find a notepad and pen on the desktop. Eventually, upon finding it about thirty seconds later in her trouser pocket. She wrote down ?She invited me? and pointed to Purity as she showed it to Micky.
?Um, Purity, can we talk in private please? Micky said, motioning his finger to her as he walked towards the front door.
?Gimme a moment? she said sarcastically to Kerri as she followed Micky.
The moment she stepped out the door Micky exploded with a raised voice ?It?s nice to see my sis ?n all but Marty aint so lonely that he needs a bad cook with him? Micky stated.
?I aint invited her for Marty, I invited her for you idiot? she stated, not happy that Micky took her act of kindness the wrong way.
?Why, we?re going in like three hours? Micky replied.
?I invited her for the trip? she replied back.
?I can?t afford to buy another ticket, especially this late.?
?You have an extra one dumbass? she replied.
?No I?? Micky stopped as he realised she was right. He felt like such an idiot not even thinking about that.
?I believe ?Sorry? and ?Thank you so much? are the words your looking for? she said sarcastically with a smirk on her face.
?Yeah, you?re right? Micky said grudgingly. ?Sorry, thank you so much? he continued sarcastically.
?There we go? she smirked. ?And by the way, your psychic bird friend is outside Raichu and Kneazy? she finished as she went back into the house.
Micky slowly made his way to the back of the house and there they were. The golden and white ?Angel? the endlessly annoying ?Chu-Toy? who?d stayed out of Micky?s way ever since evolving. ?Angel? Micky smiled as he opened his arms.
Angel rose her head from Raichu, ending their staring contest. ?Micky? she thought, Micky sensing some sort of imaginary smile as she thought that.
?Yep? he smiled back.
Slowly, Angel floated over to Micky, a smile on her face and a glint in her sapphire eyes. Micky hugged her around her neck, the fur a cosy warm. ?How have you been?? she asked mentally.
Micky let go of his grip and backed away a few steps. ?I dunno, its been a bit a bit hectic. Some ****er has been stalking me and attacking me, I met Necromancer and he?s been a bit ****ed up and I got a broken hand and pretty banged up ribs ?cause of Scy, who by the way evolved and now wants to kill me.? Micky stopped when he realised he was mumbling on and Angel really didn?t want to hear about it. ?How have things been for you and sis with Birch?? Micky asked.
?It?s been fine. I think it?s doing her a lot of good. She?s started to laugh now, it can only be a matter of time that she starts to feel comfortable enough to speak again.?
?Are you serious?? Micky said shocked that his sister may be speaking again. He?d never actually had a vocal conversation with her in all the time he?d known her.
?Yes. I really hope she can soon? she finished, the glint still in her eyes.
****
Marty drove all of them to the docks. The giant coast line extended into the ocean, several metal piers sticking out at least a mile into the water, the deep dark blue sea so dark that only the surface showed. White seagull like birds circled the sky crying out ?Gull? as grunting sailors wondered around, wondering around in their white sailor suits and strange hats as they carried cargo onto a nearby liner. A giant long grey battleship marked with the Black X and Green stars of the Hoenn region. As far as Micky understood, regions worldwide had been activating their military?s, awaiting Rayquaza. It was clear even to the naturists that this Pokemon was destructive to both man and wildlife.
The luxury liner, the ?S.S Anne? lay at the opposite side of the dock. A good ten minute walk across concrete as they passed by the metal piers that led to many unique watercraft, ranging from a submarine to a red seaplane, both marked with the grey templar cross of the Uma Corporation. The S.S Anne itself was just as Micky expected. It was like a town put into a boat. It must?ve been at least a thousand feet long and about a hundred feet wide, a depth of about a hundred feet visible above the surface, meaning quite a lot must?ve been below as well. Micky was trying to picture how big it must?ve been inside. Apparently, it had it?s own fifty by hundred foot Pokemon battle arena, an Olympic sized swimming pool, a mini golf course amongst other things on board. Micky really didn?t see any sense in Marty?s lack of enthusiasm about the cruise.
After many goodbyes, hugs and ?We?ll be back in a fortnight? speeches the group began to proceed to the boat, Karen running ahead totally excited, despite being the one most consciences of the fact they were leaving Marty behind. Purity and Trip had followed behind pretty closely with Peter and Kerri behind them, but Micky stopped for a moment. He wanted to know why Marty wasn?t coming along.
Micky waited for them to get a good way out of hearing distance before turning to Marty. Before he even said anything Marty said ?Aren?t you going?? sarcastically.
?You know what I wanna know? Micky replied.
?I can?t explain, but I got you something that might give you a hand.? Out of his bag he pulled some sort of device. There was a black left handed glove and some sort of black mobile phone and a bag of tiny silver squares.
?This is?? Micky asked as Marty started handing it to Micky.
?Put on the glove? Marty ordered. Micky done so, sliding it on perfectly, feeling something inside it that wasn?t exactly uncomfortable but very unusual to feel, some cold metal-like object. ?Now attach this to your Pokeball belt? he said handing the mobile phone-like device. Micky done so and then Marty handed Micky the bag of metal squares. ?Attach one of these to each of your Pokeballs, making sure you remember the order you put them in? he said. Micky opened the bag and slowly stuck one of the objects on the balls, making sure to number it in order of how he caught or received his Pokemon, leaving Scy out of the loop.
?Now what?? Micky asked.
?Type one into that mobile thing then click ?OK? and see what happens? he explained.
Micky clicked in one and the ok and in a split second Strider?s Pokeball zoomed into Micky?s left hand. It hurt a bit but it was helpful. ?Cool? Micky said, very entertained by this.
?Click ok again to throw it, then do the same to draw it back.?
?I?ll test it out later? Micky said, seeing the group staring at them from the large boat.
?Go? Marty said, pushing Micky along in it?s direction.
?Thanks? Micky nodded as he ran off into the direction of the cruise, no queues as of yet since they were an hour early. He reunited with them on the front of the deck and there was a lot of waving and bad attempts at shouting to him before Marty left.
?You should know better than to leave us? - Scream, Slipknot
Well, I had a bit of ?Writers block? writing this which is why it took so long and went a bit crap. The lil device at the end is just a handy little thing to make up for the broken hand (which IRL is better now :D), no need to reach no more and as you can guess I planned a Sabrina battle and she is perfectly capable of doing that kinda thing on her own, so Micky just has to even it up with magnetic machinery. Next chapter *crosses fingers* I hope is a huge improvement on this. By the way, the Ho-oH thing, sure someone will ask. These people were in the middle of nowhere, will take them a few days to drag a giant bird to civilisation or get to it without it
For once Peter was in agreement with her, but he wasn?t gonna say he agreed with her vocally. Fortunately for him Trip was there to open his mouth about it on his behalf. ?You know she has a point, with the upcoming Pokemon International and the lack of experience, both these to are gonna need to get as much training as possible if they want to stand even half a chance.?
?Hey!? Micky said in protest, not taking too kindly to his comments about his abilities, despite them being true.
?Yes?? Trip asked, rolling his eyes.
?**** you?re right? Micky said, feeling like an idiot.
?It just doesn?t feel right, deserting him like this? Karen continued, despite her want to go on this cruise trip.
?It?s not deserting him. It?s not like he was expecting us to stay here forever. Besides, we?ll be back in two and half weeks. You had to desert you?re parents to come along.?
?But that?s different, they have each other and well??
?Marty has Harville, it?s practically a family here? Micky interrupted.
Oddly enough, that comment made Karen feel a whole lot better about coming along. Before she could even reply Marty had popped his head around the door asking if the group was coming or not. The time had ran out and they left the Marty discussion to join him in the car. It was uncomfortable, almost like they were in the car with a man dying of cancer, really over exaggerating leaving him for two and a half weeks. He dropped the group of at the centre of Rustboro before driving his van off to his part of the street.
The sense of separation was still among the group, most of it on Karen who had her conscience working over time. ?I still don?t feel right about this? Karen stated. ?Shopping for holiday stuff whilst we leave Marty alone. I mean, if we?re gonna be leaving him for a couple weeks should we really leave him alone today as well.?
?Ok, this really is doing my head in Karen? Micky said grabbing his forehead. ?Sweetheart, Marty is like King of Harville, he practically rules the town. There are like fifteen people in that town? Micky said with a risen voice flailing his arms about. ?We are gonna be gone for two and a half weeks? he said now grabbing Karen by the shoulders and staring at her directly in the eyes. ?He is gonna be fine? Micky finished. ?Got that??
?Ok Ok? she replied in frustration with Micky?s patronising.
?Good.?
?You quite done?? Trip asked sarcastically.
?Dude, I can kick your *** all over this city, don?t take that tone with me? Micky smirked. ?Yes I?m ****ing done.?
?He is really cocky? Purity whispered over to Peter, the first real discussion the two of them had. ?Is he always like this, he wasn?t when he was with me.?
Peter wasn?t too keen on the idea of making conversation with her but he replied anyway, adding in a few lies. He figured if he could make Purity think a lot less of Micky and vicar versa then he could probably get her out of the group and speed up the process of getting Micky?s collection complete a lot quicker. ?He has every right to be cocky. I dunno why he?s scared of Scy, he?s kicked about the same amount of cop?s asses? Peter whispered back with an evil smirk on his face. In the mean time Micky and Trip had only just finished with their discussion and were approaching the two of them, Purity looking at Micky a lot more nervously than she did before. Karen and Trip followed behind Micky as Micky came towards Peter and Purity. Peter walked by his side but Purity, unlike usual slipped behind Micky out of his sight.
****
By the time the group had returned to Marty?s stall it was nearing closing time for him. Purity had bought about ten different bathing suits and bikini?s, Karen about a similar amount, as well as buying a inflatable donut ring for Raichu. Micky had only bothered to buy a couple of swimming shorts, not exactly the biggest fan of swimming, although from hearing from Trip that there were several small islands and caves for them to visit on the trip that the S.S Anne would stop by filled with plenty of interesting Pokemon, Micky knew he had no choice but to be ready to dress for that kinda occasion.
Considering this was going to be the last night with Marty, he prepared a huge meal for the entire group, almost like a thanks giving, turkey, well imitation turkey and all the trimmings, including imitation stuffing. Marty was around a the time of the eating of meat being legal, Micky just couldn?t get the image of a self baking Torchic out of his head. He said that the food tastes so much better nowadays but Micky had his doubts about that, everything being so fake it couldn?t be possible for it to be better than the original. He figured it was like plastic surgery, looks better but doesn?t feel as good, except in this case it didn?t taste as good, though in this case it did taste good. It was a very interesting send off, completely and utterly filling. By Midnight, or there about, Everyone started to return to their homes, eventually leaving the group finishing off the final bits and tidying up.
In the end Everyone wondered off to bed, Micky again giving his ten floating candles some paper to burn in their flames, before slumping onto his hammock. Purity wanted to say something but she was a lot more fearful of Micky, believing Peter?s words. In the end it was just silence until the sound of Micky?s snoring and the whistles of the Harville wildlife were the only things that she could hear. Whether it was anticipation or not, she just couldn?t get to sleep, laying wide-eyed staring into the moon. Eventually, her eyes went heavy and the bright white of the moon was the last thing she saw.
****
?Wake up!? Purity soothingly chanted as she nudged Micky with her elbow. She saw him starting to stir and on instinct she soulfully chanted ?Wake up? once more before Micky?s eyes opened, blinking constantly as he adjusted to the morning sun.
?What time is it?? Micky asked in a moan, still wishing he was back in his dreams, feeling so much better without the presence of ?Nightmare? about, still, nothing felt right with Poltergeist?s presence everywhere.
?About quarter to eleven. You sleep way too much? she smirked.
?You don?t let me sleep enough? he whined back, rubbing his eyes open and sliding off of his hammock.?
?Yeah, well, I?ll leave you to get ready, you got about three hours? she said. ?Left you some clothes on the side there? she said a she pointed to the barricades at the side of the roof. In a neat pile she?d left Micky?s usual clothes, the black double-lined trousers and a white see through fishnet shirt. Seemed pretty normal for Micky, though Purity still hadn?t gotten used to his weird fashion sense.
By the time Micky had forced himself out of bed and gotten dressed he still wasn?t fully awake, all groggy and lazy, walking down a small flight of steps all of a sudden a struggle, still yawning and blinking every few steps. ?Hi, Marty, Trip, Karen? he said groggily as he was passing by them, the group slumped on the sofa watching television. As he walked into the kitchen he greeted to Purity and Kerri with ?Hi, Purity, Kerri? as he reached for milk from the fridge. As he poured himself a glass he realised why the girls were giggling. ?Kerri?? Micky asked ignoring the fact that his glass was now overflowing. He turned, dropping the milk bottle luckily on it?s base and there she was, helping Purity in the kitchen with lunch. ?****, what the **** are you doing here?? Micky asked, a lot more alert, his shock covering the fact he was pleased to see her.
?He can?t go three words without swearing can he?? Purity smirked to Kerri.
Kerri smiled whilst giggling, one thing she?d only recently picked up since escaping from Mossdeep Sanatorium. After sorting things out like the cost of repairing the broken cell, the decided to let her go under the supervision of Professor Birch, though why she was at Marty?s was what confused Micky.
After giving Purity a look of ?Shut the **** *****? he began to greet his sister. ?Why are you here?? he still hadn?t gotten used to the fact that she couldn?t talk, always expecting her to be able to reply in the click of a finger.
She started to fumble about trying to find a notepad and pen on the desktop. Eventually, upon finding it about thirty seconds later in her trouser pocket. She wrote down ?She invited me? and pointed to Purity as she showed it to Micky.
?Um, Purity, can we talk in private please? Micky said, motioning his finger to her as he walked towards the front door.
?Gimme a moment? she said sarcastically to Kerri as she followed Micky.
The moment she stepped out the door Micky exploded with a raised voice ?It?s nice to see my sis ?n all but Marty aint so lonely that he needs a bad cook with him? Micky stated.
?I aint invited her for Marty, I invited her for you idiot? she stated, not happy that Micky took her act of kindness the wrong way.
?Why, we?re going in like three hours? Micky replied.
?I invited her for the trip? she replied back.
?I can?t afford to buy another ticket, especially this late.?
?You have an extra one dumbass? she replied.
?No I?? Micky stopped as he realised she was right. He felt like such an idiot not even thinking about that.
?I believe ?Sorry? and ?Thank you so much? are the words your looking for? she said sarcastically with a smirk on her face.
?Yeah, you?re right? Micky said grudgingly. ?Sorry, thank you so much? he continued sarcastically.
?There we go? she smirked. ?And by the way, your psychic bird friend is outside Raichu and Kneazy? she finished as she went back into the house.
Micky slowly made his way to the back of the house and there they were. The golden and white ?Angel? the endlessly annoying ?Chu-Toy? who?d stayed out of Micky?s way ever since evolving. ?Angel? Micky smiled as he opened his arms.
Angel rose her head from Raichu, ending their staring contest. ?Micky? she thought, Micky sensing some sort of imaginary smile as she thought that.
?Yep? he smiled back.
Slowly, Angel floated over to Micky, a smile on her face and a glint in her sapphire eyes. Micky hugged her around her neck, the fur a cosy warm. ?How have you been?? she asked mentally.
Micky let go of his grip and backed away a few steps. ?I dunno, its been a bit a bit hectic. Some ****er has been stalking me and attacking me, I met Necromancer and he?s been a bit ****ed up and I got a broken hand and pretty banged up ribs ?cause of Scy, who by the way evolved and now wants to kill me.? Micky stopped when he realised he was mumbling on and Angel really didn?t want to hear about it. ?How have things been for you and sis with Birch?? Micky asked.
?It?s been fine. I think it?s doing her a lot of good. She?s started to laugh now, it can only be a matter of time that she starts to feel comfortable enough to speak again.?
?Are you serious?? Micky said shocked that his sister may be speaking again. He?d never actually had a vocal conversation with her in all the time he?d known her.
?Yes. I really hope she can soon? she finished, the glint still in her eyes.
****
Marty drove all of them to the docks. The giant coast line extended into the ocean, several metal piers sticking out at least a mile into the water, the deep dark blue sea so dark that only the surface showed. White seagull like birds circled the sky crying out ?Gull? as grunting sailors wondered around, wondering around in their white sailor suits and strange hats as they carried cargo onto a nearby liner. A giant long grey battleship marked with the Black X and Green stars of the Hoenn region. As far as Micky understood, regions worldwide had been activating their military?s, awaiting Rayquaza. It was clear even to the naturists that this Pokemon was destructive to both man and wildlife.
The luxury liner, the ?S.S Anne? lay at the opposite side of the dock. A good ten minute walk across concrete as they passed by the metal piers that led to many unique watercraft, ranging from a submarine to a red seaplane, both marked with the grey templar cross of the Uma Corporation. The S.S Anne itself was just as Micky expected. It was like a town put into a boat. It must?ve been at least a thousand feet long and about a hundred feet wide, a depth of about a hundred feet visible above the surface, meaning quite a lot must?ve been below as well. Micky was trying to picture how big it must?ve been inside. Apparently, it had it?s own fifty by hundred foot Pokemon battle arena, an Olympic sized swimming pool, a mini golf course amongst other things on board. Micky really didn?t see any sense in Marty?s lack of enthusiasm about the cruise.
After many goodbyes, hugs and ?We?ll be back in a fortnight? speeches the group began to proceed to the boat, Karen running ahead totally excited, despite being the one most consciences of the fact they were leaving Marty behind. Purity and Trip had followed behind pretty closely with Peter and Kerri behind them, but Micky stopped for a moment. He wanted to know why Marty wasn?t coming along.
Micky waited for them to get a good way out of hearing distance before turning to Marty. Before he even said anything Marty said ?Aren?t you going?? sarcastically.
?You know what I wanna know? Micky replied.
?I can?t explain, but I got you something that might give you a hand.? Out of his bag he pulled some sort of device. There was a black left handed glove and some sort of black mobile phone and a bag of tiny silver squares.
?This is?? Micky asked as Marty started handing it to Micky.
?Put on the glove? Marty ordered. Micky done so, sliding it on perfectly, feeling something inside it that wasn?t exactly uncomfortable but very unusual to feel, some cold metal-like object. ?Now attach this to your Pokeball belt? he said handing the mobile phone-like device. Micky done so and then Marty handed Micky the bag of metal squares. ?Attach one of these to each of your Pokeballs, making sure you remember the order you put them in? he said. Micky opened the bag and slowly stuck one of the objects on the balls, making sure to number it in order of how he caught or received his Pokemon, leaving Scy out of the loop.
?Now what?? Micky asked.
?Type one into that mobile thing then click ?OK? and see what happens? he explained.
Micky clicked in one and the ok and in a split second Strider?s Pokeball zoomed into Micky?s left hand. It hurt a bit but it was helpful. ?Cool? Micky said, very entertained by this.
?Click ok again to throw it, then do the same to draw it back.?
?I?ll test it out later? Micky said, seeing the group staring at them from the large boat.
?Go? Marty said, pushing Micky along in it?s direction.
?Thanks? Micky nodded as he ran off into the direction of the cruise, no queues as of yet since they were an hour early. He reunited with them on the front of the deck and there was a lot of waving and bad attempts at shouting to him before Marty left.
?You should know better than to leave us? - Scream, Slipknot
Well, I had a bit of ?Writers block? writing this which is why it took so long and went a bit crap. The lil device at the end is just a handy little thing to make up for the broken hand (which IRL is better now :D), no need to reach no more and as you can guess I planned a Sabrina battle and she is perfectly capable of doing that kinda thing on her own, so Micky just has to even it up with magnetic machinery. Next chapter *crosses fingers* I hope is a huge improvement on this. By the way, the Ho-oH thing, sure someone will ask. These people were in the middle of nowhere, will take them a few days to drag a giant bird to civilisation or get to it without it