Marvin paused, frowning as he set down the phone. “He said you should meet him at one of our factories,” he said, concern etched across his features. “Apparently there’s been another case.”
Those words were enough to send Shanae on her way, hitching a ride on one of the factory’s rentable Lairons. Marvin was tagging along as well, proving to be quite the capable trainer himself as he rode alongside Shanae on a capable-looking Onix.
“How’s your Rhydon doing?” Shanae asked as the rock-types they sat on bounded along. “She alright?”
“Father gave me an evolution shard on my birthday, but I’m still beginner rank,” the boy said, frowning. “I promised her we would get stronger together, but father doesn’t want me venturing out…”
“But you can venture around town,” Shanae concluded. Marvin gave the woman a hopeful glance, and Shanae nodded. “You can come along — no problem. Just don’t get in my way! Let’s go, Lairon,” Shanae said, winking at the boy before patting the Lairon into a bounding sprint. Behind her, Marvin’s Onix slithered faster to catch up.
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As Derrick fiddled away with the lock, Kenza took one last look around the cell. Currently, the only loose parts in the cell were the tray and plate shards. Backtracking and leaning down, Kenza picked up the plate shards.
"Here," she said, handing one of the shards to Mistletoe. "It might not be much of a weapon, but it's better than nothing."
Straightening her arms, Kenza tried a few experimental slashes through the air with her shard of the plate. While not the smoothest or the toughest of things, the sides were still sharp enough that they would -- with enough force -- be able to break skin.
Kelby sprang back from where the Porygon-Z stood entrapped by the Whirlpool, watching the virtual Pokemon carefully as it swapped color schemes. Upon Juana’s declaration that the Pokemon had transformed into a ground-type, Cillian looked to his Mudkip again.
“Kelby, let’s switch to Water Gun then to buff up the Whirlpool,” he called to the blue-and-orange water-type. The Mudkip nodded, springing back into action and releasing a torrent of water from his mouth that hit the Porygon-Z, bouncing off and refueling the Whirlpool.
Alright, it’s trapped, Cillian thought before tacking on, for now. It’d only be a matter of time before the Porygon-Z swapped types again — next time to one Kelby couldn’t deal with well. We’ll worry about that when it happens, he thought firmly, turning around to check on his Charmander.
On the other side of the street, Hazmat — as well as a few Pokemon from onlookers — were trying to keep the Shuppet crowd at bay. However, it seemed that the two Cronkledurrs were the strongest Pokemon around, and it just so happened that ghost-types couldn’t be hit by fighting-types — and vice-versa.
“Hazmat, try switching to Dragon Rage!” Cillian called. The Charmander gave his trainer a nod before jumping up into the air and launching a stream of purple fire from its mouth onwards towards the Shuppet flock.
“Your Rotom is a riot!” Cillian said, guffawing when he saw the rows of text. “Guess that’s what internet teaches Pokemon these days.”
When the Porygon-Z appeared, Cillian immediately looked to his Scraggy. “How about a Low Kick?” he asked the fighting-type.
The yellow lizard glanced a nod at his trainer before launching himself at the Porygon-Z, sending the paralyzed Pokemon reeling back before the virtual Pokemon could recover itself. The attack itself, however, seemed to lack in effect despite doing twice as much damage as it would have, and Cillian figured that this was as good of a time as any to trade out Pokemon.
“Good job, Scraggy. ” he said, returning the fighting-type and placing the Pokeball back onto his belt before reaching for two other ones. “Let’s try this again. Hazmat, Kelby, come’on out!”
The two Pokemon appeared at their trainer’s side, eyes zeroing in on the Porygon-Z and then the Shuppet floating over. “Alright. Hazmat, go help Juana’s Honedge out with a Flame Burst. Kelby, Whirlpool on the Porygon-Z.”
His Pokemon nodded, running in their respective directions. The Charmander fired a burst of flame at the nearest Shuppet that splashed off onto some nearby Shuppet, causing the group to reel back briefly. On the other side of the street, Kelby had surrounded the paralyzed Porygon-Z in a torrent of fast-moving water, entrapping it and keeping it in place.
“Juana, is your Rotom still up and running?” Cillian asked, nodding at the whirlpooled Porygon-Z. “I’m pretty sure I’ve been through enough school to know that water’s a pretty good conductor, so let’s use that to our advantage.”
“Alright alright,” Marvin said, grumbling under his breath as he picked up the ornate dial-phone stationed on a corner of the desk. Spinning the dial around, the boy pursed his lips before looking at the woman again. “Seriously though — what mission?”
“I’ll show you the notice after you make the call,” Shanae said flatly. The boy pouted but instantly brightened up.
“Dad! How are you?” he exclaimed into the phone. Shanae resisted an amused smile, opting for a blank expression instead of one that Marvin might take offense to. “Yep, I’m good. Ah, so Shanae dropped by — you know, Shanae Eller? The Pokecorp lady from Central City,” the boy continued.
Shanae smiled this time, amused at what she’d been labelled. I suppose I should be glad it’s not worse, she thought, watching as Marvin listened intently to his father’s words.
“Yes father,” Marvin said, surprising Shanae with how mature he sounded. “Right away, father. I’ll send her now. Yes. Yes. Alright, take care. Bye.”
Marvin paused, frowning as he set down the phone. “He said you should meet him at one of our factories,” he said, concern etched across his features. “Apparently there’s been another case.”
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@Lugubrious well too late xD it's done And sounds good - hope everything goes well in life (because i associate business with things i hate like tests, etc etc)
Leisy watched in horror as her friends sprouted monstrous features, growing bigger and bigger as they did. Wait — they’re not getting bigger, Leisy realized, looking around at herself in horror. I’m getting smaller!
A squeezing pressure could be felt throughout her body almost as if some impossibly heavy weight were laid upon her, flattening Leisy and causing her to sprawl to the ground in shock. Slowly, the pressure eased off, and Leisy hopped back up onto her feet with remarkable ease, legs and clothes folding and securing themselves into place. I can feel the air moving past me, she thought, revelling in the bitterly cold breeze that took away what little warmth she had left. Neither cold nor hot — lacking temperature of any sort.
Giving her arms a flick, Leisy found that she could no longer retract them as she would before; rather, they bent as they came towards her, splitting the wind as they did. Light reflected off of her arm in proof of how impossibly smooth and fine her limb had become, and a light turn showed her that her arm was now alike paper — two-dimensional and so thin every movement seemed to stir the currents of that air around her into a light gust.
An idea entered her mind, and before she could resist it Leisy knelt down and slashed at the yellowing grass beside her, her arm moving through the patchy grass so easily that at first it didn’t seem like the movement had any effect. Then, almost like after a moment of thought, the blades of grass folded upon themselves and fell, creating a smooth lawn of yellow. Looking over it, Leisy felt a surge of fear and pleasure. The world was in her hands, able to be trimmed and cut however she’d like.
“Right,” Marvin Terra said, setting his elbows on his desk and knitting his fingers together. “The mission.”
“… Marvin, what are you doing here? Where’s your father?” Shanae asked, sighing. While she had time on her hands, she’d rather not spend it amusing some spoiled fifteen-year-old that sat in his father’s chair and pretended to be mature all day long.
“I’m asserting my status as company president. Duh?” Marvin asked. Shanae mentally face-palmed.
“Marvin, you’re not going to be president until your father returns. And he’s not about to if you keep on goofing around in his workplace,” Shanae chided. “Give him a call and tell him that I’m here about his mission. Go on — if you do, I’ll even let you tag along on the mission,” she said. “If your father agrees, that is.”
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