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Rainbow Trainer
First of all you sholud probably read episode 1 to get the full details which can be found here http://www.serebiiforums.com/showthread.php?t=102385
Unforunatly it got closed by a flame war! Please don't start any wars PM each other don't do it on my Fic thanks.
The skinny body of Lynette awoke in discomfort. She was sleeping on her arms and was sheltered by dew-covered leaves. She stretched a little, cracking her back and then sat up, barely touching the umbrella of leaves. She pushed her tangled blonde hair out of her face, picking out the small twigs and pieces of grass that were in it. Her blue skirt was covered with grass stains as well as her white tank top. Her tanned skin seemed almost ruined, as it was wet and pruney. It had been her first night sleeping in the wild; she had no make-up, no change of clothes, no blankets or pillows only her self and her two pokeballs.
Lynette, with her electric blue eyes, examined the pokeballs sitting on the morning, green grass. One had a dewdrop on it and the other was upside down, with the white-side on top and the red on the bottom, resembling an electrode. She thought to herself about how she couldn’t tell which one smoochum was in, and which one her newly caught hoppip was in. Determined to figure out which one was which, she picked up the one that was upside down and released the pokemon inside.
A red-flash blinded Lynette. Once the spots cleared in Lynette’s eyes she saw the round, pink, grass pokemon twirling about. The hoppip sat on the grass next to the other pokeball; its green jagged leaves were twitching atop of its head, as if analyzing its surroundings. It walked around the small cavern of leaves, inspecting everything it could see. It finally saw its new trainer, and for a moment, it looked happy to see her, but when Lynette went to hug her new pokemon, hoppip quickly jumped out of the way.
“What?” Lynette asked shocked, still crouching down with her arms open. “Don’t you like me?”
Hoppip gave Lynette a disgusted look as it pointed its two jagged leaves towards her. Out of the leaves popped out three seeds that all landed right on Lynette. Hoppip giggled uncontrollably as the seeds that were attached to Lynette began to sprout into small trees. “Hop-hop-hoppip!” It squeaked in a cheerful voice.
The same kind of bubble that had formed on Lynette’s head yesterday, when hoppip used absorb, started to form on all the small trees that covered Lynette. Before hoppip could absorb anymore of Lynette’s health, she pulled them all off quickly but as she did so, it left painful marks on her arms. “OWWWWW!” Lynette screamed as she finished pulling them off. “What was that for?” She asked looking down at her giggling pokemon who was rolling around with laughter.
Hoppip sat up, seizing its laughter. It looked up at its trainer whose hair was blowing backwards as sticks flew out of it. Hoppip gave a weird look and then turned around to notice that the wind was blowing. “Hoppip!” It called out, as the wind blew it up and out of the leaves.
Lynette quickly grabbed her two pokeballs, one opened and one closed and then crawled out of the cavern of leaves. She saw her hoppip up in the clear blue sky, so she tried to return it, sending out a beam of red light, but it missed. Lynette knew that any other of her attempts would be a failure so she looked around to see if there was anything or anyone that could help. She noticed what she couldn’t see last night, that she was in a children’s park. She recognized it right away as she used to play here when she was younger. There were donphan shaped slides, swings that had swellows for the seat, poliwhirl-go-rounds and of course plenty of children who noticed the flying hoppip.
“Lynette you and smoochum be careful,” An unwrinkled Lynette’s mother said looking up at her six-year-old daughter and smoochum, who were on a set of swellow swings. “I need to make sure everything is alright at home, scizor come out and watch Lynette and smoochum for me.”
Lynette’s mother dug into her robe pocket and took out a pokeball. She gently tossed it in front of her and out flew a red pokemon, a little bit taller then Lynette’s mother. The red pokemon’s wings came to a stop as it raised its left trapinch looking claw to its head, as if saluting the mother. Its body was shiny because it was covered in metal. It had tiny pointy feet at the end of its legs. Also on top of the pokemon’s head were three points that gave it an evil look. “SCI-ZOR!” It said like a soldier in the military.
Little Lynette began to cry as her mother left the park and in her place a scary bug/steel pokemon. Six-year-old Lynette’s tears fell on smoochum’s head and made the kissing pokemon realize that she was scared. As they continued to swing smoochum’s eyes turned an eerie green color and as they did so, scizor was lifted into the sky. Lynette began to giggle as the angry red pokemon began swinging back and forth just as Lynette and smoochum were doing, except he had no swing.
Lynette’s pain from the leech seeds snapped her back into reality and made her remember that her smoochum had psychic powers. “Smoochum, get hoppip back here!” Lynette weakly gasped as she lightly tossed her pokeball into the air.
Twirling out of it, came a happy smoochum. The expression on smoochum’s face changed with the pokemon’s eyes, from happy to scary. The green eyes glared at hoppip and as smoochum twitched its head backwards the hoppip flew back right into Lynette’s arms.
“Hoppip, why did you try to run away?” Lynette asked her pokemon. “I was so scared,” She sniffled. Hoppip looked up at her trainer with big puppy dog eyes. It wasn’t until Lynette moved her head a little to look at her scars that she realized it wasn’t her that hoppip was looking at. Lynette’s head turned quickly around to see the same scizor that used to look after her. Not too far behind the floating pokemon were her father and mother. Lynette picked up smoochum and now held both her pokemon in her starting to bleed arms. “Go away!” She shouted at the angry-looking red pokemon.
“Lynette I’m so glad we found you,” Lynette’s mother sobbed now standing still next to scizor and Lynette’s father.
“Get back to the house now!” Her father shouted angrily, attracting the attention of all the children and adults in the park.
“No!” Lynette shouted back, still holding her two pokemon tightly.
“Fine then scizor will have to give you a hair cut,” The bald man said threateningly.
“Oh no he won’t!” Lynette’s mother hollered, whacking her husband on the shoulder. “Lynette I understand that you want to become a coordinator but you can’t go outside of Plum town without being attacked by pokemon trainers.”
“And you’ll lose!” Her father interrupted rudely.
“We saw you get your hoppip before it flew away and that’s really good but we don’t think you have the skills to fair in the wild. I mean look at you you’ve spent one night out here, still in the town, and you have scars, grass stains and hair problems. And what’s worse is the fact that you didn’t even think of going to the pokemon centre across the street.”
“Mom,” Lynette whined. “It was dark outside…”
“No one cares!” The old man shouted, now turning red. “Scizor-“
“That is my scizor,” The robed woman interrupted smacking her husband on the shoulder.
“Fine, go forretress!” Lynette’s father shouted taking out a pokeball. Without even throwing it, a round steel/bug pokemon came out. It was up to the kneecaps of Lynette’s father and had big bug eyes. On its top and bottom it was covered with purple metal and in between the two portions of metal was a pink section that was also round and had cannon like sections sticking out. “Now since you’re a ‘coordinator’ how would you like to see a beautiful explosion?”
“Dad!” Lynette shouted. “Have you gone crazy?”
“All I ever wanted was an excellent battler for a child and instead I get a wannabe coordinator!” Lynette’s father exclaimed. “Of course I’d go a little bit crazy.”
“Dad look,” Lynette sobbed beginning to cry. “You don’t like me, mom doesn’t like me, and even my own hoppip doesn’t like me! I’m the laughing stock of this town because of YOU! You made me battle Bobby and you hurt my smoochum! You know I can’t battle that well, I need practice first.”
“I was giving you practice!”
“Fighting a strong dragonite with my little smoochum is practice?”
“Ice is strong against dragons!”
“What ice moves does smoochum know?”
“Duh, powder snow.”
“Well, you could have at least told me that!”
“That night you seemed to know that smoochum could fling me down the hallway with its psychic powers!”
“That’s because it showed me them!”
“You had smoochum since you were five and it never showed you its psychic powers?”
Lynette hesitated for a moment remembering faintly that smoochum had shown her that it had psychic powers. “Not that I can remember,” She said defensively. Scizor’s eyes turned angry when Lynette said this but he maintained his position next to his robed trainer.
“What about hoppip does it have any special powers that you only use outside of battles?” The red, bald man asked.
“Look dad, if you find me a weaker trainer that has just started and I battle them and win, will you let me leave?” Lynette asked.
“That sounds fair hunny,” Lynette’s mother said, standing quietly next to the two bug/steel pokemon.
“Fine, there must be someone in plum town who is as bad as you,” He said arrogantly.
The now clean Lynette sat patiently on her familiar blue spectator’s bench in her backyard next to a new pink backpack. Her freshly shaved legs were crossed and her newly painted nails lay on top of each other. Her makeup was now fixed, giving life to her electric blue eyes, as they watched for her father and her challenger. While she awaited for her father she thought about how her beautiful body and face might distract her opponent and decided to use it to her advantage, as she pulled her tank top down a little, revealing some of her cleavage.
She saw two people come around her bland house and into the backyard/battlefield. One was obviously her father and the other was some hooded figure that she had never seen before. The hooded figure sported an army sweater and jogging pants. “How tacky” Lynette thought. She couldn’t fully make out what he looked like but he was shorter than her father is, probably twelve making him full of raging hormones.
To Lynette’s surprise when the boy and her father grew closer Lynette found out that it wasn’t a boy at all but a tomboy. “Hey,” The boyish looking girl said in a deep voice, pulling off her hood. When she did so she revealed short bleach blonde hair and a poor structured face with absolutely no makeup on. “It’s nice to see another beginning trainer.”
“Like wise,” Lynette said, standing up and reaching into her new bag for her two pokeballs. She then walked over to her position on the left side of the field. She didn’t do it because she was eager to get started but rather to get away from the hideous face of the tomboy.
Lynette’s father pointed to the right side of the battlefield where Lynette’s challenger was to go. The tomboy strutted over to the painted white box on the right side and nodded her head, symbolizing that she was ready.
“Because you both have two pokemon, I decided to make this a double battle,” Lynette’s father declared. “So when you are ready let the match between Lynette and Addenda begin.”
“Ladies firs-“ Lynette started but caught herself before she offended her opponent. “I mean I’ll go first. Go smoochum and hoppip!” Lynette said as she threw her two pokeballs onto the field. At once both hoppip and smoochum came out. Hoppip looking around for slight imperfections and smoochum beginning to cry from the painful memories it had here.
“Go cacnea and magby,” Addenda said pulling out two pokeballs from the pocket of her army sweater and tossed them onto the field. Out of the two pokeballs came a round, short, green cactus with two arms and two legs. And from the other one a short toddler-like red pokemon came out. It had a big puffy/cheeky head and small tail, feet, and arms with little claws on them.
“I know fire is weak against water and ice is just like water so smoochum use powder snow on magby!” Lynette shouted as her father placed his hands over his face.
“Magby why don’t you use ember and cacnea you use pin missile,” Addenda politely told her pokemon.
Smoochum charged towards magby blowing snow at him along the way. The snow quickly came to a halt as small bursts of fire quickly cancelled it out. Just as the rapid spurts of fire stopped and the powdery snow ceased pins off cacnea’s arms flung at the unsuspecting smoochum.
“Don’t just stand there!” Lynette yelled at her hoppip, as smoochum fell on its bottom. “Use leech seed or something.”
Appalled at the fact that it was being bossed around, hoppip ignored its trainer. Instead, it sat still and watched its teammate being attacked by thousands of pins and spurts of fire.
It wasn’t long before Lynette returned her smoochum to its pokeball and solely relied on the annoying hoppip. “Sorry smoochum,” Lynette said to the pokeball with her pokemon in it. Lynette’s attention shifted back to hoppip who was unaware of the now close magby and cacnea. “Hoppip, watch out!” Lynette shouted.
“Magby, ember! Cacnea poison sting!” Addenda shouted.
“HOPPIP!” Lynette shouted at the top of her lungs, finally getting her pokemon’s attention. “Use absorb or ummm something quick!”
Hoppip turned around to see her closing opponents. The pink pokemon flew out of the way of both of their attacks and began to spray a yellow powder on them from over top of their heads. Both pokemon collapsed to the ground in a deep sleep.
“That must be sleep powder,” Lynette said dumbstruck. “Now leech seed both of them!”
Hoppip didn’t take kindly to being bossed around but knew that what Lynette was saying was its only chance for survival, so it threw the same seeds that it threw at Lynette, at the two snoozing pokemon. The seeds quickly sprouted and began to give hoppip health and nutrients.
“Now use ummm tackle! If you know it,” Lynette suggested to her pokemon.
Hoppip charged quickly at the snoozing, seeded pokemon and first hit magby sending him off the field. Secondly, it charged at cacnea except when it connected it actually hurt itself from the pins that were sticking out of it.
Addenda took out a pokeball and returned her magby to it. She then looked over at her now awake but still seeded cacnea. “Cacnea, poison sting!”
Cacnea charged over at its floating opponent and shot a purple needle at it. The poisonous needle connected and sunk hoppip to the ground within a few moments the happy hoppip fainted.
“Dad can I explain,” Harmony said biting another piece of her salad. She looked across the dinging room table at her steak-eating father. A moment of silence went by while everyone finished eating and then stood up.
“Lynette there’s no need to explain,” He started off angrily, “Anyone who can beat a fire pokemon with a grass type as A-ok in my books.” He said now smiling. “Even nurse joy at the pokemon centre said that they weren’t that beat up. So you handled yourself well and therefore you can start you quest to become a pokemon coordinator.”
Lynette looked at her father happily and ran over to give the bald man a hug. She ran upstairs and grabbed her new bag that was now stuffed with pokeballs, clothes, makeup and accessories. She swung her pink backpack over her shoulder and ran back downstairs ready to go. “I love you guys,” She said as she blew kisses and walked out her front door, this time knowing that she could succeed with some practice.
Unforunatly it got closed by a flame war! Please don't start any wars PM each other don't do it on my Fic thanks.
Episode 2
Hoppip to it
Hoppip to it
The skinny body of Lynette awoke in discomfort. She was sleeping on her arms and was sheltered by dew-covered leaves. She stretched a little, cracking her back and then sat up, barely touching the umbrella of leaves. She pushed her tangled blonde hair out of her face, picking out the small twigs and pieces of grass that were in it. Her blue skirt was covered with grass stains as well as her white tank top. Her tanned skin seemed almost ruined, as it was wet and pruney. It had been her first night sleeping in the wild; she had no make-up, no change of clothes, no blankets or pillows only her self and her two pokeballs.
Lynette, with her electric blue eyes, examined the pokeballs sitting on the morning, green grass. One had a dewdrop on it and the other was upside down, with the white-side on top and the red on the bottom, resembling an electrode. She thought to herself about how she couldn’t tell which one smoochum was in, and which one her newly caught hoppip was in. Determined to figure out which one was which, she picked up the one that was upside down and released the pokemon inside.
A red-flash blinded Lynette. Once the spots cleared in Lynette’s eyes she saw the round, pink, grass pokemon twirling about. The hoppip sat on the grass next to the other pokeball; its green jagged leaves were twitching atop of its head, as if analyzing its surroundings. It walked around the small cavern of leaves, inspecting everything it could see. It finally saw its new trainer, and for a moment, it looked happy to see her, but when Lynette went to hug her new pokemon, hoppip quickly jumped out of the way.
“What?” Lynette asked shocked, still crouching down with her arms open. “Don’t you like me?”
Hoppip gave Lynette a disgusted look as it pointed its two jagged leaves towards her. Out of the leaves popped out three seeds that all landed right on Lynette. Hoppip giggled uncontrollably as the seeds that were attached to Lynette began to sprout into small trees. “Hop-hop-hoppip!” It squeaked in a cheerful voice.
The same kind of bubble that had formed on Lynette’s head yesterday, when hoppip used absorb, started to form on all the small trees that covered Lynette. Before hoppip could absorb anymore of Lynette’s health, she pulled them all off quickly but as she did so, it left painful marks on her arms. “OWWWWW!” Lynette screamed as she finished pulling them off. “What was that for?” She asked looking down at her giggling pokemon who was rolling around with laughter.
Hoppip sat up, seizing its laughter. It looked up at its trainer whose hair was blowing backwards as sticks flew out of it. Hoppip gave a weird look and then turned around to notice that the wind was blowing. “Hoppip!” It called out, as the wind blew it up and out of the leaves.
Lynette quickly grabbed her two pokeballs, one opened and one closed and then crawled out of the cavern of leaves. She saw her hoppip up in the clear blue sky, so she tried to return it, sending out a beam of red light, but it missed. Lynette knew that any other of her attempts would be a failure so she looked around to see if there was anything or anyone that could help. She noticed what she couldn’t see last night, that she was in a children’s park. She recognized it right away as she used to play here when she was younger. There were donphan shaped slides, swings that had swellows for the seat, poliwhirl-go-rounds and of course plenty of children who noticed the flying hoppip.
***
“Lynette you and smoochum be careful,” An unwrinkled Lynette’s mother said looking up at her six-year-old daughter and smoochum, who were on a set of swellow swings. “I need to make sure everything is alright at home, scizor come out and watch Lynette and smoochum for me.”
Lynette’s mother dug into her robe pocket and took out a pokeball. She gently tossed it in front of her and out flew a red pokemon, a little bit taller then Lynette’s mother. The red pokemon’s wings came to a stop as it raised its left trapinch looking claw to its head, as if saluting the mother. Its body was shiny because it was covered in metal. It had tiny pointy feet at the end of its legs. Also on top of the pokemon’s head were three points that gave it an evil look. “SCI-ZOR!” It said like a soldier in the military.
Little Lynette began to cry as her mother left the park and in her place a scary bug/steel pokemon. Six-year-old Lynette’s tears fell on smoochum’s head and made the kissing pokemon realize that she was scared. As they continued to swing smoochum’s eyes turned an eerie green color and as they did so, scizor was lifted into the sky. Lynette began to giggle as the angry red pokemon began swinging back and forth just as Lynette and smoochum were doing, except he had no swing.
***
Lynette’s pain from the leech seeds snapped her back into reality and made her remember that her smoochum had psychic powers. “Smoochum, get hoppip back here!” Lynette weakly gasped as she lightly tossed her pokeball into the air.
Twirling out of it, came a happy smoochum. The expression on smoochum’s face changed with the pokemon’s eyes, from happy to scary. The green eyes glared at hoppip and as smoochum twitched its head backwards the hoppip flew back right into Lynette’s arms.
“Hoppip, why did you try to run away?” Lynette asked her pokemon. “I was so scared,” She sniffled. Hoppip looked up at her trainer with big puppy dog eyes. It wasn’t until Lynette moved her head a little to look at her scars that she realized it wasn’t her that hoppip was looking at. Lynette’s head turned quickly around to see the same scizor that used to look after her. Not too far behind the floating pokemon were her father and mother. Lynette picked up smoochum and now held both her pokemon in her starting to bleed arms. “Go away!” She shouted at the angry-looking red pokemon.
“Lynette I’m so glad we found you,” Lynette’s mother sobbed now standing still next to scizor and Lynette’s father.
“Get back to the house now!” Her father shouted angrily, attracting the attention of all the children and adults in the park.
“No!” Lynette shouted back, still holding her two pokemon tightly.
“Fine then scizor will have to give you a hair cut,” The bald man said threateningly.
“Oh no he won’t!” Lynette’s mother hollered, whacking her husband on the shoulder. “Lynette I understand that you want to become a coordinator but you can’t go outside of Plum town without being attacked by pokemon trainers.”
“And you’ll lose!” Her father interrupted rudely.
“We saw you get your hoppip before it flew away and that’s really good but we don’t think you have the skills to fair in the wild. I mean look at you you’ve spent one night out here, still in the town, and you have scars, grass stains and hair problems. And what’s worse is the fact that you didn’t even think of going to the pokemon centre across the street.”
“Mom,” Lynette whined. “It was dark outside…”
“No one cares!” The old man shouted, now turning red. “Scizor-“
“That is my scizor,” The robed woman interrupted smacking her husband on the shoulder.
“Fine, go forretress!” Lynette’s father shouted taking out a pokeball. Without even throwing it, a round steel/bug pokemon came out. It was up to the kneecaps of Lynette’s father and had big bug eyes. On its top and bottom it was covered with purple metal and in between the two portions of metal was a pink section that was also round and had cannon like sections sticking out. “Now since you’re a ‘coordinator’ how would you like to see a beautiful explosion?”
“Dad!” Lynette shouted. “Have you gone crazy?”
“All I ever wanted was an excellent battler for a child and instead I get a wannabe coordinator!” Lynette’s father exclaimed. “Of course I’d go a little bit crazy.”
“Dad look,” Lynette sobbed beginning to cry. “You don’t like me, mom doesn’t like me, and even my own hoppip doesn’t like me! I’m the laughing stock of this town because of YOU! You made me battle Bobby and you hurt my smoochum! You know I can’t battle that well, I need practice first.”
“I was giving you practice!”
“Fighting a strong dragonite with my little smoochum is practice?”
“Ice is strong against dragons!”
“What ice moves does smoochum know?”
“Duh, powder snow.”
“Well, you could have at least told me that!”
“That night you seemed to know that smoochum could fling me down the hallway with its psychic powers!”
“That’s because it showed me them!”
“You had smoochum since you were five and it never showed you its psychic powers?”
Lynette hesitated for a moment remembering faintly that smoochum had shown her that it had psychic powers. “Not that I can remember,” She said defensively. Scizor’s eyes turned angry when Lynette said this but he maintained his position next to his robed trainer.
“What about hoppip does it have any special powers that you only use outside of battles?” The red, bald man asked.
“Look dad, if you find me a weaker trainer that has just started and I battle them and win, will you let me leave?” Lynette asked.
“That sounds fair hunny,” Lynette’s mother said, standing quietly next to the two bug/steel pokemon.
“Fine, there must be someone in plum town who is as bad as you,” He said arrogantly.
*
The now clean Lynette sat patiently on her familiar blue spectator’s bench in her backyard next to a new pink backpack. Her freshly shaved legs were crossed and her newly painted nails lay on top of each other. Her makeup was now fixed, giving life to her electric blue eyes, as they watched for her father and her challenger. While she awaited for her father she thought about how her beautiful body and face might distract her opponent and decided to use it to her advantage, as she pulled her tank top down a little, revealing some of her cleavage.
She saw two people come around her bland house and into the backyard/battlefield. One was obviously her father and the other was some hooded figure that she had never seen before. The hooded figure sported an army sweater and jogging pants. “How tacky” Lynette thought. She couldn’t fully make out what he looked like but he was shorter than her father is, probably twelve making him full of raging hormones.
To Lynette’s surprise when the boy and her father grew closer Lynette found out that it wasn’t a boy at all but a tomboy. “Hey,” The boyish looking girl said in a deep voice, pulling off her hood. When she did so she revealed short bleach blonde hair and a poor structured face with absolutely no makeup on. “It’s nice to see another beginning trainer.”
“Like wise,” Lynette said, standing up and reaching into her new bag for her two pokeballs. She then walked over to her position on the left side of the field. She didn’t do it because she was eager to get started but rather to get away from the hideous face of the tomboy.
Lynette’s father pointed to the right side of the battlefield where Lynette’s challenger was to go. The tomboy strutted over to the painted white box on the right side and nodded her head, symbolizing that she was ready.
“Because you both have two pokemon, I decided to make this a double battle,” Lynette’s father declared. “So when you are ready let the match between Lynette and Addenda begin.”
“Ladies firs-“ Lynette started but caught herself before she offended her opponent. “I mean I’ll go first. Go smoochum and hoppip!” Lynette said as she threw her two pokeballs onto the field. At once both hoppip and smoochum came out. Hoppip looking around for slight imperfections and smoochum beginning to cry from the painful memories it had here.
“Go cacnea and magby,” Addenda said pulling out two pokeballs from the pocket of her army sweater and tossed them onto the field. Out of the two pokeballs came a round, short, green cactus with two arms and two legs. And from the other one a short toddler-like red pokemon came out. It had a big puffy/cheeky head and small tail, feet, and arms with little claws on them.
“I know fire is weak against water and ice is just like water so smoochum use powder snow on magby!” Lynette shouted as her father placed his hands over his face.
“Magby why don’t you use ember and cacnea you use pin missile,” Addenda politely told her pokemon.
Smoochum charged towards magby blowing snow at him along the way. The snow quickly came to a halt as small bursts of fire quickly cancelled it out. Just as the rapid spurts of fire stopped and the powdery snow ceased pins off cacnea’s arms flung at the unsuspecting smoochum.
“Don’t just stand there!” Lynette yelled at her hoppip, as smoochum fell on its bottom. “Use leech seed or something.”
Appalled at the fact that it was being bossed around, hoppip ignored its trainer. Instead, it sat still and watched its teammate being attacked by thousands of pins and spurts of fire.
It wasn’t long before Lynette returned her smoochum to its pokeball and solely relied on the annoying hoppip. “Sorry smoochum,” Lynette said to the pokeball with her pokemon in it. Lynette’s attention shifted back to hoppip who was unaware of the now close magby and cacnea. “Hoppip, watch out!” Lynette shouted.
“Magby, ember! Cacnea poison sting!” Addenda shouted.
“HOPPIP!” Lynette shouted at the top of her lungs, finally getting her pokemon’s attention. “Use absorb or ummm something quick!”
Hoppip turned around to see her closing opponents. The pink pokemon flew out of the way of both of their attacks and began to spray a yellow powder on them from over top of their heads. Both pokemon collapsed to the ground in a deep sleep.
“That must be sleep powder,” Lynette said dumbstruck. “Now leech seed both of them!”
Hoppip didn’t take kindly to being bossed around but knew that what Lynette was saying was its only chance for survival, so it threw the same seeds that it threw at Lynette, at the two snoozing pokemon. The seeds quickly sprouted and began to give hoppip health and nutrients.
“Now use ummm tackle! If you know it,” Lynette suggested to her pokemon.
Hoppip charged quickly at the snoozing, seeded pokemon and first hit magby sending him off the field. Secondly, it charged at cacnea except when it connected it actually hurt itself from the pins that were sticking out of it.
Addenda took out a pokeball and returned her magby to it. She then looked over at her now awake but still seeded cacnea. “Cacnea, poison sting!”
Cacnea charged over at its floating opponent and shot a purple needle at it. The poisonous needle connected and sunk hoppip to the ground within a few moments the happy hoppip fainted.
*
“Dad can I explain,” Harmony said biting another piece of her salad. She looked across the dinging room table at her steak-eating father. A moment of silence went by while everyone finished eating and then stood up.
“Lynette there’s no need to explain,” He started off angrily, “Anyone who can beat a fire pokemon with a grass type as A-ok in my books.” He said now smiling. “Even nurse joy at the pokemon centre said that they weren’t that beat up. So you handled yourself well and therefore you can start you quest to become a pokemon coordinator.”
Lynette looked at her father happily and ran over to give the bald man a hug. She ran upstairs and grabbed her new bag that was now stuffed with pokeballs, clothes, makeup and accessories. She swung her pink backpack over her shoulder and ran back downstairs ready to go. “I love you guys,” She said as she blew kisses and walked out her front door, this time knowing that she could succeed with some practice.
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