Broadway
Find your wings.
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- Montreal, Quebec, Canada
- Seen Aug 12, 2010
Carol held Chant firmly in her arms as she headed towards the Gym. She didn't hurry, couldn't have anyway, not with just about everything in the city drawing her eye. It was so bright it had to look like a sunny day here even in the middle of a rainstorm. Or at least, she'd always liked how yellow raincoats looked in the grey of heavy rain, and with the whole city like that..? Awesome.
"Teddi!" Chant called out, and waved both her arms at a passing woman, or rather, Carol realized, at the Pichu riding her shoulder. The woman looked very pretty and well-dressed, with fancy hair like Mom sometimes had done when she and Dad were going out.
"Pichuuu!" it replied, and the woman smiled at Carol too. Carol grinned back, relieved that Chant wasn't bothering either of them.
"Heading for the gym?"
"Yeah!" Carol hugged Chant a little tighter, swinging her back and forth a little.
"Good luck," the woman said, looking a little mysterious, and Carol bit her lip to keep from asking anything.
"Thank you," Carol made sure to duck a little as she said it, wanting to be polite.
It wasn't too far ahead now, and Carol hoisted Chant to hold her with one arm only, reaching the other down to touch the extra pokeball on her belt. Her Ekans was in there, and she hadn't had the chance to see him fight much more after his first battle with Chant. Not for real, at least—the two of them had scuffled and wrestled a bunch of times since then, on the way to Citrine, and this morning too, on a park lawn not far from the Pokemon Center. She still liked how he had so much energy for it, a lot like Chant.
She wished she could keep them both out all the time, but Chant was a handful on her own, and didn't seem to like being in her pokeball at all, while the Ekans—in this way he was totally different from Chant—was generally calm and easygoing when he wasn't battling.
"Ted!! Teddiursa!!" Chant wriggled in Carol's one-armed grip and slipped free, and Carol swallowed a curse-word.
"Chaaant!" she called, as Chant darted off down a side road, and Carol, of course, had to follow.
Chant wasn't trying to outrun her, Carol realized, she kept stopping to look behind her before running off again. She just wasn't letting herself be caught. "Ted!!" she urged, and Carol grumbled and started walking slower on purpose, now that she knew Chant wouldn't actually run away.
"You are so grounded!" she told her, and definitely felt a pang of understanding for each time Mom had said that to Carol herself.
Chant hopped backwards while Carol caught up, keeping out of reach as Carol glowered down at her.
"We have somewhere to be," Carol growled, "remember?"
Then the smell hit her.
Probably what Chant had smelled all the way from the other street.
Pie.
She stopped in her tracks, and took a breath of the air.
Sweet... was that a pecha berry pie? Not like Dad's, it smelled a little less sweet, and the crust was different, she would bet money on that, too, there wasn't the same baked-flour scent she was used to, more sugary than Dad's.
But it was still delicious-smelling. And it was coming from the bakery at the end of the street. Carol could just make out bread loaves in the window.
"Okay..." she eyed Chant. "Okay, well, I guess this was a good reason."
Chant bounded over to her and hugged one of Carol's legs. "Ted." Her voice was smug.
"You can't come inside there, though," Carol pointed down at her firmly. Chant wrinkled her little nose, and scuffed at the ground, but nodded heavily, probably just as aware as Carol that a hungry, slightly-disobedient Teddiursa in a bakery was a bad idea.
*
"Ekaannsssssss," the Ekans hissed appreciatively, and nosed hopefully at the paper plate again. He was sitting (were you supposed to call it sitting with the pokemon had no legs? Carol didn't know) neatly on one of the terrace chairs in the front of the bakery, sharing the spot with Chant.
"Sorry, all gone," Carol said, and the Ekans flicked his tongue out at the scattered sugar that remained on the plate, then curled around on himelf and rested his head on his looped coils, closing his eyes. Carol could see the slight bulge through his skin of the pie he'd swallowed in a mere two bites.
Chant, too, was yawning after the snack. They'd each had a pecha tart, and Carol had had a qualot tart, the mixed-up flavor a favourite of hers.
"Oh fine, have a nap," she said quietly, as Chant climbed into the circle of the Ekans' coils and curled into it like a nest. Carol propped her chin on her hand for a moment, staring at them while they slept. ""Bowen," she said suddenly. "Yeah." The Ekans raised his head and blinked at her. Chant, for her part remained asleep. Carol reached out and touched the snake's nose with one finger. "You," she said. "Bowen. It's a kind of knot, except it isn't. I mean, it doesn't tie up things, it's only for design," she said, tracing the looping shape on the tabletop. "Dad says knots like that are heroic, or heraldic, something like that. And you're kinda ropey, except you don't get tied in knots by anyone, you just coil up nice."
The Ekans flicked out his tongue again, tickling her hand, and she laughed. "I guess it's okay, then," she said, and Bowen tickled her palm again, then resettled his head.
Pokemon naptime, huh. At least this was a busy corner, she thought, and pulled out her pokedex, ready to record any new information about whatever pokemon happened to pass nearby. She thought she might get quite a few electric entries, that was for sure.
*
Neither of them had seemed inclined to walk when they'd woken up, not even Chant, so Carol recalled them both to their pokeballs, and headed off towards the gym again. Like before, she kept her going at a reasonable pace, not wanting to arrive there and have to battle with groggy pokemon. She knew that when Chant's ball started twitching, the food coma would have worn off.
She dawdled a little, looking in a few shop windows, and stopping to admire someone's garden, which was fully of tall, healthy sunflowers and vibrant tigerlilies, as per the city theme, and then Carol found herself arrived at the Gym, and she felt a shiver run over her whole body. A real gym. What was inside—who was inside?! Would she measure up at all?
Time to find—
"DON'T TELL ME THAT, MOM, I HATE YOU!!" The howling, whiny screech carried all the way across the street, from a bench where a kid was sitting, his feet too short to even touch the ground. "YOU CAN'T MAKE ME COME BACK IF I WANT TO STAY HERE!!"
Carol winced and tried not to stare, but it was hard not to. The kid was screaming into an expensive-looking phone, wearing expensive brand-name shoes, and radiated spoiled entitlement.
"GET OVER HERE AND TELL THE LEADER TO LET ME WIN!!" he screeched, and Carol blinked. "MY POKEMON ARE THE BEST! NO ONE COULD EVER BEAT THEM UNLESS THEY CHEATED!!"
"SHUT UP!!" Carol bellowed at him, and the kid jerked in surprise and almost dropped his phone. He turned his red-faced glare on her, and she glared right back. She caught a faintly appreciative look from a woman who'd been passing by, and a saw another couple of kids laughing behind their hands.
"Who are you?" the kid asked, looking at her like she was something gross he'd stepped in.
"I'm a trainer, and I'm going to the Gym," she shot back.
"You look stupid and poor," he said, contempt in his voice and on his face, and Carol felt herself flush, suddenly aware in a way she usually wasn't of how her comfortable and very loved clothes were old hand-me-downs. "You couldn't win. Your pokemon are stupid too. Mine are the best, and that leader knocked them out in one hit!"
Carol looked both ways for vehicles, then stalked straight across the street to him. "If you think the leader cheated, then obviously strength doesn't even matter," she said, and crossed her arms, leaning over him where he sat on the bench. She was pleased to see him lean back, apprehension breaking up the snideness on his face.
"That doesn't matter—your pokemon are still worthless." He slid off the bench—goodness, he was short, how had he ever yelled so loudly?—and laughed at her. "I'll even show you." He grabbed a pokeball from his waist and held it up in front of her face. "Battle, stupid poor trainer."
"Fine," Carol spat. "I'll battle you, little gym-loser brat."
The kid fumed at that, and Carol backed away, satisfied, and took both her pokeballs from her belt.
At this rate, she thought, sparing a glance a little farther up the street to where she had originally wanted to go, she was never going to get into that Gym.
The kid released his first. "Beat her pokemon! Go!" A Machop appear, its grey-blue skin standing out against the brightness of the town, and it shifted its feet like a boxer, and clapped its hands together. "Chop!!" it declared.
"Go Chant!" Carol bit out, and released Chant, who took one look at Carol's expression and then fixed on the Machop. "Leer," she said, and tried to think. That Machop was a fighting-type. That wasn't good for Chant, but Carol wasn't going to just pull her out after sending her in. "Stay close and don't let it get any windup," she snapped, and Chant's expression set into a fierce snarl, and she ran towards it.
"Focus Energy," the kid commanded the Machop, and it braced itself and put its palms together, seeming to concentrate. But Chant was circling it, little teeth bared, and it didn't look much like it was focusing, darting sidelong glances as Carol stared at it like she was going to attach at any second. "Focus!!" the kid screeched, and the Machop's next quick glance was to its trainer, still distracted.
"Scratch," Carol told Chant, and knew what was next.
Chant charged and flung herself on the Machop gripping with arm and legs and blunt teeth while she drew back one arm, claws spread wide.
"Low Kick!" The kid bellowed, shocked as the pair wrestled over and over, "Karate Chop!! Do something, you stupid thing!"
"Scratch and back off a sec!" Carol said, and Chant dealt another Scratch on the next rollover, then let herself get flung back by the Machop's powerful arms. "Leer!!" Carol told her quickly, and Chant went into her circling-stalking mode again. The Machop stared back, then Leered itself, and Carol saw Chant's ears flick back in reaction.
"Why did you Leer? What's wrong with you?!" The kid was fairly turning purple back there, stomping one foot.
Carol was relieved she'd had this long for Chant to work on it. Time for a switch. "Come back, Chant, you've softened it up," Carol told her, and Chant snapped intimidatingly at the Machop one last time before red light surrounded her. "Bowen! Show me your stuff! Wrap it up!"
Bowen uncoiled as smooth as water flowing downhill, and slithered straight for the Machop, which turned its Leer on him. Bowen swung a little wide at that look, but then surged forward, and dove to send himself across the Machop's body to wind himself across its chest. And he tightened.
"Machop," it said, slightly strangled, and shot an annoyed glance at its trainer.
"Karate Chop!" the kid screeched yet again, and after a gasp when the Wrap loosened for a second, the Machop slammed the edge of its hand against Bowen's coils.
"Poison Sting," Carol said calmly, as Bowen weathered the hard strike with barely a twitch. Tough guy, Carol thought with a little smile. "Get it good," she urged him, and Bowen did, clamping his jaws around the wrist of the hand that had struck him. No poison effect this time, not that she could see, but the Machop was breathing hard, or trying to, through Bowen's tight Wrap. Bowen tightened himself again, and the Machop coughed.
"Kick it!! No! Karate Chop!" the kid shouted, but the Machop ignored him, and closed its eyes, as if trying to find focus again, with that kid yelling at it and an Ekans squeezing the breath right out of him.
"Sting it again," Carol told Bowen, making her voice just talking-loud, not shouting, even though she enjoyed that part of battles as much as anything else. This time she was showing up this horrible brat, and she was gonna do it without shouting. (That first shout from across the street totally did not count. Nope.)
Bowen bore down again on the Machop's wrist, and tightened his coils at the same time.
The Machop made a strangled sound and sat down, hanging its head. Bowen dropped its wrist and released it from the Wrap, sliding off and slithering away back towards Carol before drawing himself up and staring at the other trainer. His tongue flickered out once, and that, along with his narrowed eyes, made him look downright derisive.
To the Machop, though, he ducked his head once, almost politely, and the Machop raised its unchewed hand briefly in response, before the kid recalled it. "Kannsssssssssss," Bowen hissed.
"Not so stupid," she said quietly, just to herself, even though she wanted to go over there and stuff the words down that brat's throat. And then push him into a big puddle of sticky mud to ruin his fancy shoes.
"CHEATER," the kid yelled at her. She just crossed her arms and stared, biting the inside of her cheek to keep from saying anything that involved nasty swear words.
"What, do you want to stop? You can't run away from a trainer battle," she said instead, doing her best to fake calmness.
"You won't win," the kid shouted, "that Machop was dumb. This Larvitar is way better!" There was a second flash of red light and and a diminutive little green pokemon appeared.
"You're a horrible trainer," Carol snapped, unable to keep that in after the kid had just bashed his very own pokemon. "No wonder your pokemon don't obey."
"Shut up!" the kid hissed. "Larvitar, Sandstorm!!"
Carol felt the wind in the immediate area pick up, and the space between her and the other trainer was raked suddenly with a wash of whipping sand. Bowen twitched under the impact, and she could see it was hurting him. Not too much, but then she realized, like Wrap, the Sandstorm was going to last a while.
"Bowen, come back! You were amazing!" She told him, and switched him out, sending Chant in again. She ducked at first under the swirling wind and sand, but then realized there was a pokemon in front of her.
"Rock Slide," the kid shouted, but the Larvitar didn't listen this time, instead bounding forward on its short legs to dart in and land a Bite on Chant's shoulder.
"Scratch!" Carol called in reaction, and Chant wrapped both arms around the Larvitar and pulled it down, landing on her back with it on top. She planted both her feet against its belly and raked them down, using both sets of claws together. "Wow! Awesome!" Carol cheered.
The Larvitar thrashed and struggled, and the Sandstorm whipped harshly over the two of them. It seemed unaffected, but Chant didn't like it at all. She let go and tumbled of, scrubbing at her face with both paws. The Larvitar bounced back to its feet. "LaaaaaarviTAR!" it said to Chant.
"Teddi!" Chant's protest was a high-pitched whiny growl, like she was complaining about the sand—and she probably was. She rolled into her front and pushed herself up, eyes pinched tightly closed, ears pricked forward, and arms outstretched. Carol's own eyes widened. Did Chant really think she could fight blind?! Well... if she could just grab on again... maybe?
"Chant, wait! Wait!!" she said, and Chant went still. "Wait till I say!" Oh, good girl, Carol wanted to add, amazed that Chant trusted her that much, but she kept quiet, not wanting to distract her.
The Larvitar was the one circling now, and the kid was standing, fists clenched, and just glaring. The Larvitar, unlike the Machop, didn't seem to care about him one way or the other, battling like it was wild, and like any corresponding between the kid's commands and its battle moves were just coincidence. No trust there. It watched Chant, who was still as a statue in the blowing sand, only her ears moving to follow the sound of its movements, sounds Carol couldn't even hear over the swirling breeze. It moved around until it was off to Chant's side, then it stomped one foot on the ground, digging it in to pull up a rock, then another an another, and it spun to send them all sliding towards Chant.
Wait... now!! "Go forward!" Carol called, and Chant ducked and flung herself into a forward somersault rolling just barely past the outer edge of the horizontal avalanche. "Now wait!" Carol told her, and she stood up and stayed, her heard turning this way, then that, to find the sound of the Larvitar again. The Larvitar hopped on its little feet, looking eager, then dashed forward, and Carol didn't need to say a thing, Chant's head whipped around and she turned to catch the Larvitar as she was bowled over and bitten. "Don't let go. Don't let go," Carol repeated to her. "Scratch! And Scratch, and keep doing it!" she urged Chant, and Chant clung like she was Bowen, almost Wrapped around the Larvitar herself. Both arms, and she didn't bite down this time, instead only moving her head to get in the way of the Larvitar's next Bites. At the angle she had latched on, it was having a hard time reaching anything to Bite at all.
Carol thought the Larvitar was definitely a sturdy little thing, but it had a short neck and tiny arms. Chant wasn't very much bigger, but she had it beat at holding on. And she dragged both feet against its belly, scraping at rock-like armour, until the Larvitar stopped fighting her.
The Sandstorm faded away, the whippy breeze quieting and the lifted dust and sand falling back to the sidewalk, street, and house lawn. Chant let go, and the Larvitar rolled away from her, flopping onto its belly in resignation. Carol let out a huge breath. That had been really, really close.
"Open your eyes," Carol said, and Chant did so, without getting up, near worn out herself, her little chest rising and falling quickly. Carol went to her and lifted her up. "That was great," she said simply, and hugged Chant tight. Who cared if they had to go back to the Pokemon Center now. Both Chant and Bowen had had a great battle. When she let go of Chant enough to look at her again, Chant just smiled, and stuck a paw in her mouth to suck on contentedly.
"You suck!" the kid was saying. "I hate you!! All you do is lose!!" he was stomping over to the Larvitar, who was watching him with an even stare. The kid stuck out the pokeball, glaring all the while, and recalled it. Then the pokeball twitched in his hand, and red flashed again, the Larvitar reappearing, a distinct frown on its face. "Get in there!" the kid told it angrily, his breath hitching. He red-faced and now tear streaked.
"If you think they'll ever fight for you if you treat them like that, you're gonna be angry for a very long time," Carol said over her shoulder.
"I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU SAY!!" the kid bellowed with a sob on the end, and threw the Larvitar's pokeball down to the pavement. He turned and ran off, shoving in between a couple of people who'd stood around to watch the battle.
As she stood, Carol realized there was more than just a couple of people, there was almost a crowd. Some kids and some grown-ups too, and a few pokemon here and there, a couple of Pichu, a Mareep...
And a Growlithe, which barked sharply, and darted over to pick up the discarded pokeball, and then trot right up to a policeman. There had been a policeman here?! Carol felt nervous, even though she was sure she hadn't done anything. This wasn't like the time she'd climbed Mrs Louver's roof to collect the moss growing on her eaves and then the local beat cop had come to tell her she was tresspassing. "Thank you, Rolf," the officer reached down to take it, and gave the Growlithe a scratch behind the ears. "Larvitar, please return?" he asked, sounding a little formal but also authoritative, and this time the Larvitar let itself be recalled, and it remained inside the ball.
"Sir, uh... are you really gonna give that back to that kid?" Carol asked.
"Well, for now it will be in the custody of the Citrine Pokemon Center. The League has trainer standards, you know, and the city has pokemon caretaker standards as well. If they are not upheld, pokemon may be confiscated. I'm afraid I can't give you specific details about this one, however."
"Oh... that's okay, I guess," she said. She hoped that kid lost both his pokemon, and that they were released, or given to a real trainer, not a stupid brat.
"Nor about the fine that will be mailed to his parents for destruction of property," the policeman mused, and Carol looked around, seeing for the first time what, in her head, had just been a battle ring. The Sandstorm had sandblasted some paint off the nearby bench, as well as a nearby scooter, and there were large holes in the lawn of the house next to the gym where the Larvitar's Rock Slide had pulled stones up through the ground.
"Um... sir, I... I mean, I was part—"
"Battles within city limits are discouraged, but hardly illegal," the officer said, raising a hand to quiet her rising worry. "It's the damage to the area that keeps most people from doing it." Then he winked at her. "And I didn't seen either of yours tear up the lawn or blast the red off that scooter."
"Well, that's true," she said. She fidgeted a little, and didn't mention that she only hadn't done it because neither Bowen nor Chant knew any moves that would do anything like the Sandstorm. From the amusement in the officer's eyes, he probably knew that, and trusted that she would think of that next time. Not that Carol had ever planned to battle out on the street. That just... wasn't done. But that kid.. ugh!
"Best get back to the Center, kiddo," the officer urged her, and she nodded, holding her tongue against being called "kiddo". She was thirteen!
"Okay," she said, and ducked at him politely, since her arms were full of Chant, who was now drowsing against her shoulder. "Thanks!" She backed up a few steps, then turned and maneuvered through the last few people that were still standing around. She returned a couple of smiles, and got a thumbs-up that made her stand up straight—she had, after all, shut up that horrible kid—and headed back the way she had come.
"Try and make it all the way to the Gym, next time," the policeman called after her.
"Yes sir!!"
"Teddi!" Chant called out, and waved both her arms at a passing woman, or rather, Carol realized, at the Pichu riding her shoulder. The woman looked very pretty and well-dressed, with fancy hair like Mom sometimes had done when she and Dad were going out.
"Pichuuu!" it replied, and the woman smiled at Carol too. Carol grinned back, relieved that Chant wasn't bothering either of them.
"Heading for the gym?"
"Yeah!" Carol hugged Chant a little tighter, swinging her back and forth a little.
"Good luck," the woman said, looking a little mysterious, and Carol bit her lip to keep from asking anything.
"Thank you," Carol made sure to duck a little as she said it, wanting to be polite.
It wasn't too far ahead now, and Carol hoisted Chant to hold her with one arm only, reaching the other down to touch the extra pokeball on her belt. Her Ekans was in there, and she hadn't had the chance to see him fight much more after his first battle with Chant. Not for real, at least—the two of them had scuffled and wrestled a bunch of times since then, on the way to Citrine, and this morning too, on a park lawn not far from the Pokemon Center. She still liked how he had so much energy for it, a lot like Chant.
She wished she could keep them both out all the time, but Chant was a handful on her own, and didn't seem to like being in her pokeball at all, while the Ekans—in this way he was totally different from Chant—was generally calm and easygoing when he wasn't battling.
"Ted!! Teddiursa!!" Chant wriggled in Carol's one-armed grip and slipped free, and Carol swallowed a curse-word.
"Chaaant!" she called, as Chant darted off down a side road, and Carol, of course, had to follow.
Chant wasn't trying to outrun her, Carol realized, she kept stopping to look behind her before running off again. She just wasn't letting herself be caught. "Ted!!" she urged, and Carol grumbled and started walking slower on purpose, now that she knew Chant wouldn't actually run away.
"You are so grounded!" she told her, and definitely felt a pang of understanding for each time Mom had said that to Carol herself.
Chant hopped backwards while Carol caught up, keeping out of reach as Carol glowered down at her.
"We have somewhere to be," Carol growled, "remember?"
Then the smell hit her.
Probably what Chant had smelled all the way from the other street.
Pie.
She stopped in her tracks, and took a breath of the air.
Sweet... was that a pecha berry pie? Not like Dad's, it smelled a little less sweet, and the crust was different, she would bet money on that, too, there wasn't the same baked-flour scent she was used to, more sugary than Dad's.
But it was still delicious-smelling. And it was coming from the bakery at the end of the street. Carol could just make out bread loaves in the window.
"Okay..." she eyed Chant. "Okay, well, I guess this was a good reason."
Chant bounded over to her and hugged one of Carol's legs. "Ted." Her voice was smug.
"You can't come inside there, though," Carol pointed down at her firmly. Chant wrinkled her little nose, and scuffed at the ground, but nodded heavily, probably just as aware as Carol that a hungry, slightly-disobedient Teddiursa in a bakery was a bad idea.
*
"Ekaannsssssss," the Ekans hissed appreciatively, and nosed hopefully at the paper plate again. He was sitting (were you supposed to call it sitting with the pokemon had no legs? Carol didn't know) neatly on one of the terrace chairs in the front of the bakery, sharing the spot with Chant.
"Sorry, all gone," Carol said, and the Ekans flicked his tongue out at the scattered sugar that remained on the plate, then curled around on himelf and rested his head on his looped coils, closing his eyes. Carol could see the slight bulge through his skin of the pie he'd swallowed in a mere two bites.
Chant, too, was yawning after the snack. They'd each had a pecha tart, and Carol had had a qualot tart, the mixed-up flavor a favourite of hers.
"Oh fine, have a nap," she said quietly, as Chant climbed into the circle of the Ekans' coils and curled into it like a nest. Carol propped her chin on her hand for a moment, staring at them while they slept. ""Bowen," she said suddenly. "Yeah." The Ekans raised his head and blinked at her. Chant, for her part remained asleep. Carol reached out and touched the snake's nose with one finger. "You," she said. "Bowen. It's a kind of knot, except it isn't. I mean, it doesn't tie up things, it's only for design," she said, tracing the looping shape on the tabletop. "Dad says knots like that are heroic, or heraldic, something like that. And you're kinda ropey, except you don't get tied in knots by anyone, you just coil up nice."
The Ekans flicked out his tongue again, tickling her hand, and she laughed. "I guess it's okay, then," she said, and Bowen tickled her palm again, then resettled his head.
Pokemon naptime, huh. At least this was a busy corner, she thought, and pulled out her pokedex, ready to record any new information about whatever pokemon happened to pass nearby. She thought she might get quite a few electric entries, that was for sure.
*
Neither of them had seemed inclined to walk when they'd woken up, not even Chant, so Carol recalled them both to their pokeballs, and headed off towards the gym again. Like before, she kept her going at a reasonable pace, not wanting to arrive there and have to battle with groggy pokemon. She knew that when Chant's ball started twitching, the food coma would have worn off.
She dawdled a little, looking in a few shop windows, and stopping to admire someone's garden, which was fully of tall, healthy sunflowers and vibrant tigerlilies, as per the city theme, and then Carol found herself arrived at the Gym, and she felt a shiver run over her whole body. A real gym. What was inside—who was inside?! Would she measure up at all?
Time to find—
"DON'T TELL ME THAT, MOM, I HATE YOU!!" The howling, whiny screech carried all the way across the street, from a bench where a kid was sitting, his feet too short to even touch the ground. "YOU CAN'T MAKE ME COME BACK IF I WANT TO STAY HERE!!"
Carol winced and tried not to stare, but it was hard not to. The kid was screaming into an expensive-looking phone, wearing expensive brand-name shoes, and radiated spoiled entitlement.
"GET OVER HERE AND TELL THE LEADER TO LET ME WIN!!" he screeched, and Carol blinked. "MY POKEMON ARE THE BEST! NO ONE COULD EVER BEAT THEM UNLESS THEY CHEATED!!"
"SHUT UP!!" Carol bellowed at him, and the kid jerked in surprise and almost dropped his phone. He turned his red-faced glare on her, and she glared right back. She caught a faintly appreciative look from a woman who'd been passing by, and a saw another couple of kids laughing behind their hands.
"Who are you?" the kid asked, looking at her like she was something gross he'd stepped in.
"I'm a trainer, and I'm going to the Gym," she shot back.
"You look stupid and poor," he said, contempt in his voice and on his face, and Carol felt herself flush, suddenly aware in a way she usually wasn't of how her comfortable and very loved clothes were old hand-me-downs. "You couldn't win. Your pokemon are stupid too. Mine are the best, and that leader knocked them out in one hit!"
Carol looked both ways for vehicles, then stalked straight across the street to him. "If you think the leader cheated, then obviously strength doesn't even matter," she said, and crossed her arms, leaning over him where he sat on the bench. She was pleased to see him lean back, apprehension breaking up the snideness on his face.
"That doesn't matter—your pokemon are still worthless." He slid off the bench—goodness, he was short, how had he ever yelled so loudly?—and laughed at her. "I'll even show you." He grabbed a pokeball from his waist and held it up in front of her face. "Battle, stupid poor trainer."
"Fine," Carol spat. "I'll battle you, little gym-loser brat."
The kid fumed at that, and Carol backed away, satisfied, and took both her pokeballs from her belt.
At this rate, she thought, sparing a glance a little farther up the street to where she had originally wanted to go, she was never going to get into that Gym.
The kid released his first. "Beat her pokemon! Go!" A Machop appear, its grey-blue skin standing out against the brightness of the town, and it shifted its feet like a boxer, and clapped its hands together. "Chop!!" it declared.
"Go Chant!" Carol bit out, and released Chant, who took one look at Carol's expression and then fixed on the Machop. "Leer," she said, and tried to think. That Machop was a fighting-type. That wasn't good for Chant, but Carol wasn't going to just pull her out after sending her in. "Stay close and don't let it get any windup," she snapped, and Chant's expression set into a fierce snarl, and she ran towards it.
"Focus Energy," the kid commanded the Machop, and it braced itself and put its palms together, seeming to concentrate. But Chant was circling it, little teeth bared, and it didn't look much like it was focusing, darting sidelong glances as Carol stared at it like she was going to attach at any second. "Focus!!" the kid screeched, and the Machop's next quick glance was to its trainer, still distracted.
"Scratch," Carol told Chant, and knew what was next.
Chant charged and flung herself on the Machop gripping with arm and legs and blunt teeth while she drew back one arm, claws spread wide.
"Low Kick!" The kid bellowed, shocked as the pair wrestled over and over, "Karate Chop!! Do something, you stupid thing!"
"Scratch and back off a sec!" Carol said, and Chant dealt another Scratch on the next rollover, then let herself get flung back by the Machop's powerful arms. "Leer!!" Carol told her quickly, and Chant went into her circling-stalking mode again. The Machop stared back, then Leered itself, and Carol saw Chant's ears flick back in reaction.
"Why did you Leer? What's wrong with you?!" The kid was fairly turning purple back there, stomping one foot.
Carol was relieved she'd had this long for Chant to work on it. Time for a switch. "Come back, Chant, you've softened it up," Carol told her, and Chant snapped intimidatingly at the Machop one last time before red light surrounded her. "Bowen! Show me your stuff! Wrap it up!"
Bowen uncoiled as smooth as water flowing downhill, and slithered straight for the Machop, which turned its Leer on him. Bowen swung a little wide at that look, but then surged forward, and dove to send himself across the Machop's body to wind himself across its chest. And he tightened.
"Machop," it said, slightly strangled, and shot an annoyed glance at its trainer.
"Karate Chop!" the kid screeched yet again, and after a gasp when the Wrap loosened for a second, the Machop slammed the edge of its hand against Bowen's coils.
"Poison Sting," Carol said calmly, as Bowen weathered the hard strike with barely a twitch. Tough guy, Carol thought with a little smile. "Get it good," she urged him, and Bowen did, clamping his jaws around the wrist of the hand that had struck him. No poison effect this time, not that she could see, but the Machop was breathing hard, or trying to, through Bowen's tight Wrap. Bowen tightened himself again, and the Machop coughed.
"Kick it!! No! Karate Chop!" the kid shouted, but the Machop ignored him, and closed its eyes, as if trying to find focus again, with that kid yelling at it and an Ekans squeezing the breath right out of him.
"Sting it again," Carol told Bowen, making her voice just talking-loud, not shouting, even though she enjoyed that part of battles as much as anything else. This time she was showing up this horrible brat, and she was gonna do it without shouting. (That first shout from across the street totally did not count. Nope.)
Bowen bore down again on the Machop's wrist, and tightened his coils at the same time.
The Machop made a strangled sound and sat down, hanging its head. Bowen dropped its wrist and released it from the Wrap, sliding off and slithering away back towards Carol before drawing himself up and staring at the other trainer. His tongue flickered out once, and that, along with his narrowed eyes, made him look downright derisive.
To the Machop, though, he ducked his head once, almost politely, and the Machop raised its unchewed hand briefly in response, before the kid recalled it. "Kannsssssssssss," Bowen hissed.
"Not so stupid," she said quietly, just to herself, even though she wanted to go over there and stuff the words down that brat's throat. And then push him into a big puddle of sticky mud to ruin his fancy shoes.
"CHEATER," the kid yelled at her. She just crossed her arms and stared, biting the inside of her cheek to keep from saying anything that involved nasty swear words.
"What, do you want to stop? You can't run away from a trainer battle," she said instead, doing her best to fake calmness.
"You won't win," the kid shouted, "that Machop was dumb. This Larvitar is way better!" There was a second flash of red light and and a diminutive little green pokemon appeared.
"You're a horrible trainer," Carol snapped, unable to keep that in after the kid had just bashed his very own pokemon. "No wonder your pokemon don't obey."
"Shut up!" the kid hissed. "Larvitar, Sandstorm!!"
Carol felt the wind in the immediate area pick up, and the space between her and the other trainer was raked suddenly with a wash of whipping sand. Bowen twitched under the impact, and she could see it was hurting him. Not too much, but then she realized, like Wrap, the Sandstorm was going to last a while.
"Bowen, come back! You were amazing!" She told him, and switched him out, sending Chant in again. She ducked at first under the swirling wind and sand, but then realized there was a pokemon in front of her.
"Rock Slide," the kid shouted, but the Larvitar didn't listen this time, instead bounding forward on its short legs to dart in and land a Bite on Chant's shoulder.
"Scratch!" Carol called in reaction, and Chant wrapped both arms around the Larvitar and pulled it down, landing on her back with it on top. She planted both her feet against its belly and raked them down, using both sets of claws together. "Wow! Awesome!" Carol cheered.
The Larvitar thrashed and struggled, and the Sandstorm whipped harshly over the two of them. It seemed unaffected, but Chant didn't like it at all. She let go and tumbled of, scrubbing at her face with both paws. The Larvitar bounced back to its feet. "LaaaaaarviTAR!" it said to Chant.
"Teddi!" Chant's protest was a high-pitched whiny growl, like she was complaining about the sand—and she probably was. She rolled into her front and pushed herself up, eyes pinched tightly closed, ears pricked forward, and arms outstretched. Carol's own eyes widened. Did Chant really think she could fight blind?! Well... if she could just grab on again... maybe?
"Chant, wait! Wait!!" she said, and Chant went still. "Wait till I say!" Oh, good girl, Carol wanted to add, amazed that Chant trusted her that much, but she kept quiet, not wanting to distract her.
The Larvitar was the one circling now, and the kid was standing, fists clenched, and just glaring. The Larvitar, unlike the Machop, didn't seem to care about him one way or the other, battling like it was wild, and like any corresponding between the kid's commands and its battle moves were just coincidence. No trust there. It watched Chant, who was still as a statue in the blowing sand, only her ears moving to follow the sound of its movements, sounds Carol couldn't even hear over the swirling breeze. It moved around until it was off to Chant's side, then it stomped one foot on the ground, digging it in to pull up a rock, then another an another, and it spun to send them all sliding towards Chant.
Wait... now!! "Go forward!" Carol called, and Chant ducked and flung herself into a forward somersault rolling just barely past the outer edge of the horizontal avalanche. "Now wait!" Carol told her, and she stood up and stayed, her heard turning this way, then that, to find the sound of the Larvitar again. The Larvitar hopped on its little feet, looking eager, then dashed forward, and Carol didn't need to say a thing, Chant's head whipped around and she turned to catch the Larvitar as she was bowled over and bitten. "Don't let go. Don't let go," Carol repeated to her. "Scratch! And Scratch, and keep doing it!" she urged Chant, and Chant clung like she was Bowen, almost Wrapped around the Larvitar herself. Both arms, and she didn't bite down this time, instead only moving her head to get in the way of the Larvitar's next Bites. At the angle she had latched on, it was having a hard time reaching anything to Bite at all.
Carol thought the Larvitar was definitely a sturdy little thing, but it had a short neck and tiny arms. Chant wasn't very much bigger, but she had it beat at holding on. And she dragged both feet against its belly, scraping at rock-like armour, until the Larvitar stopped fighting her.
The Sandstorm faded away, the whippy breeze quieting and the lifted dust and sand falling back to the sidewalk, street, and house lawn. Chant let go, and the Larvitar rolled away from her, flopping onto its belly in resignation. Carol let out a huge breath. That had been really, really close.
"Open your eyes," Carol said, and Chant did so, without getting up, near worn out herself, her little chest rising and falling quickly. Carol went to her and lifted her up. "That was great," she said simply, and hugged Chant tight. Who cared if they had to go back to the Pokemon Center now. Both Chant and Bowen had had a great battle. When she let go of Chant enough to look at her again, Chant just smiled, and stuck a paw in her mouth to suck on contentedly.
"You suck!" the kid was saying. "I hate you!! All you do is lose!!" he was stomping over to the Larvitar, who was watching him with an even stare. The kid stuck out the pokeball, glaring all the while, and recalled it. Then the pokeball twitched in his hand, and red flashed again, the Larvitar reappearing, a distinct frown on its face. "Get in there!" the kid told it angrily, his breath hitching. He red-faced and now tear streaked.
"If you think they'll ever fight for you if you treat them like that, you're gonna be angry for a very long time," Carol said over her shoulder.
"I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU SAY!!" the kid bellowed with a sob on the end, and threw the Larvitar's pokeball down to the pavement. He turned and ran off, shoving in between a couple of people who'd stood around to watch the battle.
As she stood, Carol realized there was more than just a couple of people, there was almost a crowd. Some kids and some grown-ups too, and a few pokemon here and there, a couple of Pichu, a Mareep...
And a Growlithe, which barked sharply, and darted over to pick up the discarded pokeball, and then trot right up to a policeman. There had been a policeman here?! Carol felt nervous, even though she was sure she hadn't done anything. This wasn't like the time she'd climbed Mrs Louver's roof to collect the moss growing on her eaves and then the local beat cop had come to tell her she was tresspassing. "Thank you, Rolf," the officer reached down to take it, and gave the Growlithe a scratch behind the ears. "Larvitar, please return?" he asked, sounding a little formal but also authoritative, and this time the Larvitar let itself be recalled, and it remained inside the ball.
"Sir, uh... are you really gonna give that back to that kid?" Carol asked.
"Well, for now it will be in the custody of the Citrine Pokemon Center. The League has trainer standards, you know, and the city has pokemon caretaker standards as well. If they are not upheld, pokemon may be confiscated. I'm afraid I can't give you specific details about this one, however."
"Oh... that's okay, I guess," she said. She hoped that kid lost both his pokemon, and that they were released, or given to a real trainer, not a stupid brat.
"Nor about the fine that will be mailed to his parents for destruction of property," the policeman mused, and Carol looked around, seeing for the first time what, in her head, had just been a battle ring. The Sandstorm had sandblasted some paint off the nearby bench, as well as a nearby scooter, and there were large holes in the lawn of the house next to the gym where the Larvitar's Rock Slide had pulled stones up through the ground.
"Um... sir, I... I mean, I was part—"
"Battles within city limits are discouraged, but hardly illegal," the officer said, raising a hand to quiet her rising worry. "It's the damage to the area that keeps most people from doing it." Then he winked at her. "And I didn't seen either of yours tear up the lawn or blast the red off that scooter."
"Well, that's true," she said. She fidgeted a little, and didn't mention that she only hadn't done it because neither Bowen nor Chant knew any moves that would do anything like the Sandstorm. From the amusement in the officer's eyes, he probably knew that, and trusted that she would think of that next time. Not that Carol had ever planned to battle out on the street. That just... wasn't done. But that kid.. ugh!
"Best get back to the Center, kiddo," the officer urged her, and she nodded, holding her tongue against being called "kiddo". She was thirteen!
"Okay," she said, and ducked at him politely, since her arms were full of Chant, who was now drowsing against her shoulder. "Thanks!" She backed up a few steps, then turned and maneuvered through the last few people that were still standing around. She returned a couple of smiles, and got a thumbs-up that made her stand up straight—she had, after all, shut up that horrible kid—and headed back the way she had come.
"Try and make it all the way to the Gym, next time," the policeman called after her.
"Yes sir!!"