Sunday, October 19, 2014

The Pokemon School: Chapter 3

HeartGold SoulSilver Blue.png"Okay, class. Now, we learn about trainers. Can the Axew in the corner say one? Calem? Serena?" She says, stating the most modern trainers.
I can tell Darke doesn't like Lady Voir. "Red and Blue." He says. Lady Voir glares.
"Choose one."
"Blue."
"As you wish, young Axew." She sketches a perfect drawing of Blue on the board. (Note: Picture to the right, Anime counterpart Gary Oak)
"Can anyone tell me his position in Kanto?"
I raise my paw.
"Yes, Starfox?"
"Champion."
"Good. Now, I would like everyone to make a telepathic report. Turn it into me by Wednesday. For today, I would like everyone to make a telepathic report on Red, too." She kept talking and making lessons, and before I knew it, school was over that day.
I saw Snow that afternoon and started talking to her.
"Uh, hey, Snow."
"Oh, Starfox! How was school? Who's class are you in?"
"Lady Voir's. You?"
"Miss Drako. She's so mean. Are you doing anything this afternoon? My mom and dad gave me two movie tickets to Kirlia, Kirlia, Let Down Your Hair. It's just like Manetric and Delcatty: The Story of Two Lovers who's Families Hated Each Other, but a different story. Have you seen that?"
"Yeah. It's really sad, especially the end when Manetric and Delcatty are both dead."
"Delcatty's are so pretty."
"Erm... sure. I prefer Manetric, though. Hey, listen, I was going to go to the Lilycove Department Store with a few friends. Do you want to come? Calisto can come, too." I said quickly. Calisto was the Pikachu.
"Yeah! Calisto loves their dolls. Wow, today! I'm so so excited! Man, I've never been there before! They're having a sale today, apparently. They're quite rare."
"Yeah. Today I'm going to the Battle frontier, then the Lilycove Department store, and then to the beach. Meet'cha at 5." I walk back to Mt. Coronet and go into the Distortion world.
I pass Giratina.
"Hey, Giratina. I'm not staying for homework tonight."
"Got it. Did you get my lemonade?"
"I haven't gone to the department store yet."
"Remember, I want three hundred thousand cans. One is like a drop to me!" It laughs.
"I remember." Giratina moves to the side and reveals a cave. I jump in. This is my house. It's pretty large, too. A giant earth platform holds my bed, light, and table. I jump onto my bed and have a short nap. My HP had been half-sapped from school, and I could go for a rest. But I can't fall asleep and instead transform into a Pidgeotto and glide back down, over to the kitchen. I turn back into a Zorua and open the fridge. I grab a MooMoo milk and a Castelia cone. I drink the MooMoo milk quietly, in tiny sips. It's cold and creamy and I enjoy it immensely. After I finish, I start on the cone. It has the most amazing vanilla ice-cream taste with ice-dream sprinkles. I feel fully healed. Then a thought occurs and I realize it's too late to call Kyurem. I peek outside of the cave. Giratina is dealing with a trainer who apparently is down to their last Pokeball. The ball shakes three times, and in panic I realize what's about to happen. I use teleport over to the ball and crunch it in half. Giratina pops out.
"Thanks, Starfox. I thought for a second I would be caught!" He dark pulses beads of sweat off of his head.
"YOU STUPID LITTLE POKEMON! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING, CRUNCHING MY POKEBALL IN HALF?!," then the trainer stops. "You... are a shiny. That's better than a Giratina." He lunges, trying to grab me. I transform into a Snorlax. He bounces off. He opens his arms really wide and lunges again. I turn into a Mew. He easily misses. I flit back into the cave and turn back into a shiny Zorua. Giratina pokes his gigantic head in. "I'm burning up."
I toss him three or four hundred MooMoo milks. His swallows the glass bottles, too.
"How can I thank you?"
"Well... you could fly me to the Battle Frontier, then Resort Gorgeous."
"Why not? Now?"
"Battle frontier."
"We-ll, I sense a trainer coming at alarming rate, and she has a Master Ball. So, definitely. By the way, how did you crack a Heavy Ball?"
"Oh, crunch. Works every time. We gotta hurry! Pike Queen Lucy's Seviper is expecting me in three minutes."
"OK."
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Seviper and I talk about how stupid Everstones were a bit, and then about trainers. Seviper found it interesting how I used crunch on a heavy ball. Seviper's friend Milotic poured us SodaPop.
(Sorry this is a really bad ending of a chapter.)

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