So people said mindless repetition was a good thing, a great thing even. An activity anyone and everyone should beco skilled at and learn to deal with.
So people also died after getting punched in the face really really hard. Usually there wasn't much correlation between the two.
…But I can see it.
"Ugh, that was horrible." I groaned, stretching out my back with a grimace. The process of transferring all my pokemon from regular old pokeballs to luxury balls took over an hour.
And it was mind numbing.
Press a button on a ball. Beep. Press a button on a ball. Beep. Touch those balls together. Beep. Munch. Beep.
Ping!
Over and over again.
"Never again." I decided.
I'm just going to catch all my pokemon in Luxury Balls going forward and skip this process ever happening again.
…Granted it's highly unlikely I'll ever be in the situation where I need to transfer over a hundred different pokemon between different pokeballs again, but you never know with .
I'm an idiot after all.
Sure, I'm a gigatacular awesopossom idiot, but an idiot nonetheless.
"Blissey bliss!" Blissey chirped as she stepped up behind and massaged my back while I stretched, the soothing power of Heal Pulse seeping into my muscles and loosening right up.
Oh yeah, that's the stuff!
I tell you, you haven't lived till you've had a heal pulse massage.
"Thanks girl, you're always such a big help." I turned to her and rubbed her wide fluffy pink head after a minute of enjoying it.
"Bliss bliss blissey!" she just bead at happily and nuzzled her head against my palm.
I kept it up for a few monts before pulling away, "Alright lem just grab these guys." I said, reaching over to grab up the luxury balls containing the party I'd had with previously.
And of course a few others.
Blissey's went without saying, but alongside ball was Pidgeot, Fearow, Victreebel, Bellossom, Milotic, Charizard, Dragonite, Gyarados, Blastoise, Aerodactyl, Togepi-
And of course Rotom and Altaria my two technically newest additions.
Thirteen balls in total on . I couldn't help but grin giddily.
No carry limit after all!
Woo yeah!
I clipped them to my belt and looked to Blissey, "I'm gonna introduce myself to the new guys, then head over to visit everyone else," I told her, "You wanna co or would you prefer to rest up in your ball?"
"Blissey bliss!" she bead and skipped ahead of , a big smile on her face.
Well, I guess that answers that.
Usually I would have probably headed out back behind the pokemon centre to introduce myself to my new pokemon. After all, it being outside ant there was a whole lot of space, and by proxy of being outside it ant the pokemon were not confined at all.
Not trapped.
It gave them the option to flee if they ever felt the need to. Which was an option all living things generally needed and would go a long way to making them feel more comforted.
There is after all, nothing more choking and anxiety inducing than feeling trapped in a situation you did not want to be.
I couldn't though, because so dumbass reporters were still scrounging around, I'd seen them on my way back with Surge.
They probably hadn't approached because of said mountain of a man, but still.
Which reminded , he'd given his number and general contact details before heading off to find Professor Cerise.
…Did and that guy just beco friends?
'So weird.' I snorted and shrugged as I made my way deeper into the pokemon centre, specifically to one of the small inner training rooms.
While I've used them a few tis, they're not really my preferred place to train. They're more preferred by guys like Paul, who were all like-
'Hmph, why should I let others see my hard training? Dumb losers. Now get out of my face so I can continue smashing a rock over this Caterpie's head a thousand tis, then have my Magmar hit it with five flathrowers. Honestly, if it can't even take that, it's a useless pokemon, hmph!'
Man if I ever et that guy I'm gonna give him an atomic wedgie and hang him from a flagpole.
Or a thousand foot cliff, either or.
I paused just outside the training room, "Should I stop by Sinnoh and see if I can find Chimchar?" I wondered, a frown on my face.
I didn't really want to go around yoinking Ash's future pokemon if I could help it. Charmander or well Charizard now was a completely different matter, as was Froakie and the like. But in general I wanted to avoid doing that if I could help it.
Chimchar though, I had a rough idea where Paul found him. I'm pretty sure it was in Sinnoh's Route 208.
It would be a bit scummy to seek Chimchar out for myself and yoink him before Paul and by proxy Ash, but to be frank.
Chimchar had a really sucky ti of it before ending up with Ash, and even with Ash had a deep lasting trauma that took even Ash the entirety of his Sinnoh journey to fix.
Paul was a fucking cunt. The guy had Chimchar beaten to quite frankly the verge of death practically every night. The training shown that Paul put him through, was obscene and beyond cruel. And beyond that, was the added fact that Paul even went a step further and gas lit Chimchar into thinking it was what he himself wanted and wasn't just Paul's own selfishness.
Even just rembering the training now makes cringe. He'd have Chimchar surrounded by his other Pokemon - Torterra, Sneasel, Ursaring, Murkrow, Electabuzz and others, who would fire off their strongest attacks at Chimchar. Frenzy Plant, Hyper Beam, Shadow Ball, Thunder and more, and each ti Chimchar was expected to either repel all those attacks at once, or get back up and try again.
'Seriously, fuck that guy.' I growled. An atomic wedgie seriously was not going to be enough.
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Got started back writing with this and a bunch of my other stuff now again after my hiatus due to..well a lot of issues going on. A bunch of you have been ssaging asking to work on this mostly again, and it's on the list and is a few chapters ahead on my Pa----tr---eon if you want to read ahead with it and anything else. Gonna be working on Stacking The Deck for a bit tonight then sothing else, maybe this.
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