coalthedragon
<---- Me
Hello all. I'm fairly new to Serebii.com, though I'm not new to forums in general, so you may have seen/will see me around other places, though probably not since I'm not fond of posting things (which means I'm rather nervous about doing this post).
I haven't written anything in quite some time, and I've never really written a Fanfic to completion, but I've got a feeling about this one (especially since I've already spent a few weeks planning it all out, writing bits and pieces). I'm not a writer, but occasionally I get in the mood to do some, well, writing.
Also, note that I'm just writing this out of my own boredom, so don't expect the highest quality writing skills, but I refuse to write crap either, and I do bother to edit andproofread, though I obviously still make plenty of mistakes and will correct them if they're pointed out to me (unless done on purpose
). One should never be ashamed to better oneself in a hobby, especially in a hobby that is actually fairly useful. That being said, I'm not exactly the best at accepting criticism personally, though I still appreciate it. I just have to learn to deal with it.
As a warning, there WILL most likely be hardenshipping (Archie x Maxie) in future chapters, though it will most likely stay rated T. That is, unless I get frisky, in which case I will seek mod approval and provide a clear warning in the chapter before and in the chapter that has such content.
Chapter links will appear as soon as they become useful.
Without further ado- let's just get this done and over with, shall we?
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Summary:
Team Aqua and Team Magma- Two regional superpowers both running headlong to their goals that will change the world. All they need to accomplish their aim and leave their legacies are two orbs, one each. The only thing in their way? One devout child set on keeping the orbs safe. But, perhaps the gears of change have already started to turn, within and without.
(Summary will undergo a facelift once I have time to edit)
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A wooden pole jabbed into the water of the cove, hooking onto a large rock that barely poked above the surface. Using the leverage, a young girl pushed herself and the water Pokémon she stood upon away from the submerged obstacle. She moved the pole to another rock and did the same.
Sighing peacefully, she took her gaze from the ocean rocks to look at the sky. The sun was just beginning to come overhead, and the endless blue sky was decorated with patches of white.
Pushing away from the last of the rocks, the girl sat down on her seaking and allowed the walking stick to trail in the water along with her legs. She enjoyed the calm waves of the cove much more than traditional beaches.
"Good thing I packed some shorts, right Elvis?" Brianna patted the fish Pokémon's side.
His glazed eye flicked up to his trainer and he released a stream of bubbles from his mouth in response.
The girl praised her seaking with another gentle pat before concentrating on the path in front of them. They had almost reached the other side of the cove, and the water was starting to become a bit shallower.
Once she could see the pale sand below the crystal clear water, Brianna slid off her Pokémon with less grace than she had hoped and splashed into the shallow water. The dismount left part of her shorts soaked, but that didn't really catch her attention.
"Wow, what a view!" The girl was focused on the swaying branches of the trees over the worn dirt path. By the side of the trail, an old wooden sign with chipped green paint read Route 103.
Pulling her attention back to Elvis, she thanked him and returned the Pokémon back to his ball in a flash of red light. She used her stick to haul herself out of the water and onto the trail, where the dirt promptly caked her bare feet as she strolled slowly to take in the scenery.
All around, tall trees stood lined up against the road; they grew up and out to cover the whole ground in a mosaic of shadows that kept things cool from the midday sun. The underbrush would shudder from time to time as creatures passed through.
Brianna came to a stop at a small clearing where the trail ended and where patches of waist-tall grass grew. A warm breeze swept across her face and tugged at her long hair; she breathed in deeply.
The thrill of this new adventure suddenly bubbled up in her throat again like it had every day for the past few days. She let lose a brief cry of joy and did a small jig in her place by shuffling her feet and rocking her hips, just to get out all the sudden energy.
"Uh… you okay or something?" came a concerned voice from nearby.
Brianna paused. She glanced up to see a boy around her age giving her a curious look with strange ruby eyes. He was carrying a stout blue Pokémon with a fin on its head in his arms. The creature wriggled in his grasp and squeaked in annoyance.
Slightly embarrassed, the girl straightened out her back and cleared her throat. "Yeah, no. I'm alright, just a little excited, that's all."
"A little, huh?" The boy sounded as unconvinced as he looked. He briefly scolded the Pokémon as it continued to squirm before he examined the girl up and down. "You're from the eastern part of Hoenn, I think?"
"I'm from around Lilycove! How can you tell?" Brianna looked at the boy with amazement, dumbfounded at the guess.
"The tank-top and jean shorts mostly; eastern Hoenner's usually dress kinda beach-y. Also, most people around here don't take that way thanks to all the rocks, so since you came from the east, I figured," the kid stated matter-of-factly and cast the brunette a superior look.
A thoughtful look crossed Brianna’s face. “What’s your name, Mr. Perceptive?”
“It’s Brendan; Brendan Birch. It’s like an analogy. Er- alliteration, I mean.” As the boy was speaking, the blue Pokémon writhed in his arms once more before giving up and going limp.
“Huh. So you know this area well, then? I’ve never been around here.” The girl said, glancing around. “Seems nice enough, though I was wondering if you could-”
“Actually, I’ve gotta get back to Littleroot. Mudkip’s being a real pain today.” Brendan cut into the stranger’s question.
Brianna blinked in confusion, and then frowned “I just wanted to know if you’ve seen anything relating to Team Magma or Team Aqua. No need to be rude.”
“Sorry,” the boy said sheepishly, “People usually ask me stuff about my dad and his research. But no, thank Arceus; I haven’t seen anything with those guys around here. This place is pretty quiet most days. Why are you asking, though?”
“Oh just… family stuff, really,” the girl adjusted the bag on her shoulder. “Well, name’s Brianna,” she said, redirecting the topic.
“Right…” Brendan said with a touch of suspicion. As far as he knew, anyone associating with either of those teams was probably someone to stay away from. “I’ve gotta go now; my dad’s waiting for me at the lab. Nice meeting you, Brianna.” With that, the boy turned and began to walk towards Oldale Town, only to notice that Brianna was still staring at him.
When Brendan turned to look at her, Brianna smiled awkwardly and asked, “Do you mind if I come? You said you’re related to Professor Birch, right? I’d like to get a look at his lab, if that’s not too much trouble for him.”
“I guess you can tag along; my dad usually likes visitors,” the professor’s son stated with hesitation. “Just no photos or anything, for lab privacy purposes.”
“Great, then let’s go!” The brunette bounded ahead, eager to meet a well-known professor, though she honestly didn’t know much about him. She didn’t even know he had a son, until now.
Brendan sighed.
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For part of the trip to Littleroot, Brianna attempted to convince her new acquaintance that she’d come up with a clever nickname for him.
Brendan resisted for a few minutes since he didn’t really understand why people liked pet names (he didn’t even bother to give his Pokémon names), but he eventually accepted the name just to get the girl to drop the subject.
Now, he was officially stuck with the nickname 'Dan' and all its reiterations. It was certainly a step up from 'Bran Muffin'; the new one, while not as clever, was at least less degrading.
“We’re here.” The boy declared and gestured to the small sign that read Littleroot Town in flowery letters.
The whole town was densely surrounded by trees; the smaller plants had crept into the clearing to grow on and around the few houses that made up the settlement. The town looked as if it were on the brink of being overrun by the flora, yet somehow it still seemed well-maintained; a nice balance of human and nature.
"You live here? It's so… pretty with all the plants and everything!" Brianna exclaimed, her eyes flicking around so she could take in the all green hues.
Brendan couldn't repress a smug smile. "Well, my parents are all about the environment, so they coordinate the townspeople to keep the town like this." He walked along the grassy path that separated the houses into distinct lots; it was the only part of the town where plants seemed to be restricted from growing wildly.
As the duo approached a large brown building that had its share of vines growing on the walls, the mudkip that Brendan had been carrying suddenly leapt from his arms and raced to the front of the building where it waited for dull green door to be opened.
It looked back at the pair and cheeped at them to hurry up.
"Coming, jeez…" Brendan muttered and he quickly went up to the wooden door to push it open. The finned Pokémon slipped through the entrance at soon as it was wide enough and disappeared inside. Brianna and Brendan followed shortly behind it.
The visitors squinted under the bright fluorescent lights, which were made even brighter by the fact that the whole room was whitewashed. The slight alcohol and bleach smell gave the room an antiseptic feel that made Brianna slightly uncomfortable.
That feeling didn't bother her for long, though, as she quickly turned her attention to a table covered in fancy lab equipment. She reached out to grab a tube from a plastic stand when a gloved hand swooped out from nowhere and removed the tube rack from her reach.
From the other side of the table, a man swathed in a lab coat gave her a perturbed look. "Please don't touch anything without any gloves, you might contaminate it. Or break it." He turned to look at Brendan. "Who is this?"
"I'm Brianna." The girl replied before Brendan could.
"She's just someone I met after I took Mudkip for a swim and she wanted to see the lab. That fine with you, Joel?" Brendan explained to the lab employee.
The scientist gave Brianna a cautious glance before placing the stand back on the table. "Alright. Just make sure she doesn't touch anything important."
The brunette clasped her hands behind her back to keep them from wandering off. "How's this?"
Joel blinked, and returned his attention to the items on the counter. He paused and looked back up at Brendan. "Your dad's not here right now. He got a call that the mass Lairon movement near Dewford started earlier than expected, so he left as soon as he got the message." The man briefly smiled. "But he does have something in the back for you. He told me that they've made up their minds."
Surprise crossed Brendan's face. "That's what he wanted me back early for? If I'd know, I wouldn't even have gone!"
"He had to talk it over with your mom again and get everything prepared for you. It was much easier with you away."
The boy looked as if he had more to say, but he hurried to the back of the lab instead to see just what his dad had left him with. Naturally, Brianna followed behind him.
At the rear of the lab, there was a collection of computers and large machines that hummed and made the air comfortably warm. The mudkip from earlier had curled up on one of the machines and was fast asleep.
To the far left behind a bookshelf that faced the front of the lab, there was a work desk tucked away in the corner with an old computer and some papers. On top of the desk, there was a worn green backpack that looked moderately full, a small red device, and a new pair of sneakers. A bright orange piece of notepad paper was attached to the rectangular gadget.
Brendan picked up the device first and inspected the sticky note.
It read:
To our son Brendan:
Fifteen years of hard work and love, that's all it took. All it took for us to get a son that any parent, especially these parents, should rightfully be proud of. And it only took us two years to finally decide that we're willing to let you go, just for a while, to enjoy your young life just like we did when we were young! We know we've made you wait for a while now (we still can't believe you've had your trainer card for two years!), but we did it for a good reason. We contacted Professor Oak and got an extra Pokédex, just for you. It's uploaded with all the Pokémon information collected so far, and it has places for you to add your own notes while you're adventuring. Everything else you need we packed in your old school bag.
We know that you don't like when we fuss over you, so we forced ourselves to keep this letter short by putting it on a tiny piece of paper. Don't lose it!
Love,
Ma and Pop
Pulling off the note, Brendan noticed that there was something written on the back in his father's handwriting:
P.S. The shoes were your mom's idea!
The boy rolled his eyes but smiled lightheartedly. He folded up the note and placed it in his pocket for safekeeping before taking a look at the Pokédex.
It appeared to be an older model that had been upgraded, since the outer casing had some damage and old sticker outlines. There were a few buttons and a camera lens on the right and left side of the screen, respectively. It looked simpler than the one his dad used when on the field.
Picking up his bag, he slipped the strap over his head, and stuck the small device into a pocket on the front of the strap that was across his chest. He looked at the sneakers and then down at his own shoes. His shoes were just fine, so he left the sneakers on the table.
Finally turning his attention away from the desk, he looked up to see Brianna sitting on a counter and watching him inquisitively. He was surprised that she'd been quiet the whole time.
"If you're not going to use those shoes, could I have them?" The girl asked, leaning over to glance at the sneakers behind Brendan.
Just now, the boy noticed that Brianna wasn't wearing any shoes at all. And that there were footprints all around the laboratory floor.
"Sure, just put them on real quick." Brendan whispered, sending a glance at Joel who was busy at work.
The brunette obeyed and slipped the sneakers on in a moment. “Thanks, but do you have any socks? The shoes are a bit big…”
“No, just- forget the socks.” the boy stated in a low voice. “Come on, we’d better go before Joel notices the footprints. He’ll probably keep us here ‘til my dad gets back if he sees what we’ve done to the floor that he just cleaned this morning.”
Walking over to a tube-shaped apparatus, Brendan grabbed the third Pokéball and pressed the button. The mudkip that had been sleeping placidly on a nearby machine was whisked up into the capsule in a flash, and the boy put the ball on his belt. Taking a moment to breathe, Brendan walked back to the front of the lab with Brianna trailing behind him.
Joel was still at the counter mixing things and using pieces of equipment. He was so engrossed in his work, he didn't notice the two children until they had made it to the front entrance.
"So, how'd-" The scientist was unable to finish his question as the duo had already fled out the door. "Huh... I wonder what that was about."
Then he noticed the dirt tracks on the floor.
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Ending notes:
Edited: Such grammar, need fix. Edited to make the characters less obnoxious.
I haven't written anything in quite some time, and I've never really written a Fanfic to completion, but I've got a feeling about this one (especially since I've already spent a few weeks planning it all out, writing bits and pieces). I'm not a writer, but occasionally I get in the mood to do some, well, writing.
Also, note that I'm just writing this out of my own boredom, so don't expect the highest quality writing skills, but I refuse to write crap either, and I do bother to edit andproofread, though I obviously still make plenty of mistakes and will correct them if they're pointed out to me (unless done on purpose
). One should never be ashamed to better oneself in a hobby, especially in a hobby that is actually fairly useful. That being said, I'm not exactly the best at accepting criticism personally, though I still appreciate it. I just have to learn to deal with it.As a warning, there WILL most likely be hardenshipping (Archie x Maxie) in future chapters, though it will most likely stay rated T. That is, unless I get frisky, in which case I will seek mod approval and provide a clear warning in the chapter before and in the chapter that has such content.
Chapter links will appear as soon as they become useful.
Without further ado- let's just get this done and over with, shall we?
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Summary:
Team Aqua and Team Magma- Two regional superpowers both running headlong to their goals that will change the world. All they need to accomplish their aim and leave their legacies are two orbs, one each. The only thing in their way? One devout child set on keeping the orbs safe. But, perhaps the gears of change have already started to turn, within and without.
(Summary will undergo a facelift once I have time to edit)
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Under One
Chapter One:
Nicknames and Footprints
Chapter One:
Nicknames and Footprints
A wooden pole jabbed into the water of the cove, hooking onto a large rock that barely poked above the surface. Using the leverage, a young girl pushed herself and the water Pokémon she stood upon away from the submerged obstacle. She moved the pole to another rock and did the same.
Sighing peacefully, she took her gaze from the ocean rocks to look at the sky. The sun was just beginning to come overhead, and the endless blue sky was decorated with patches of white.
Pushing away from the last of the rocks, the girl sat down on her seaking and allowed the walking stick to trail in the water along with her legs. She enjoyed the calm waves of the cove much more than traditional beaches.
"Good thing I packed some shorts, right Elvis?" Brianna patted the fish Pokémon's side.
His glazed eye flicked up to his trainer and he released a stream of bubbles from his mouth in response.
The girl praised her seaking with another gentle pat before concentrating on the path in front of them. They had almost reached the other side of the cove, and the water was starting to become a bit shallower.
Once she could see the pale sand below the crystal clear water, Brianna slid off her Pokémon with less grace than she had hoped and splashed into the shallow water. The dismount left part of her shorts soaked, but that didn't really catch her attention.
"Wow, what a view!" The girl was focused on the swaying branches of the trees over the worn dirt path. By the side of the trail, an old wooden sign with chipped green paint read Route 103.
Pulling her attention back to Elvis, she thanked him and returned the Pokémon back to his ball in a flash of red light. She used her stick to haul herself out of the water and onto the trail, where the dirt promptly caked her bare feet as she strolled slowly to take in the scenery.
All around, tall trees stood lined up against the road; they grew up and out to cover the whole ground in a mosaic of shadows that kept things cool from the midday sun. The underbrush would shudder from time to time as creatures passed through.
Brianna came to a stop at a small clearing where the trail ended and where patches of waist-tall grass grew. A warm breeze swept across her face and tugged at her long hair; she breathed in deeply.
The thrill of this new adventure suddenly bubbled up in her throat again like it had every day for the past few days. She let lose a brief cry of joy and did a small jig in her place by shuffling her feet and rocking her hips, just to get out all the sudden energy.
"Uh… you okay or something?" came a concerned voice from nearby.
Brianna paused. She glanced up to see a boy around her age giving her a curious look with strange ruby eyes. He was carrying a stout blue Pokémon with a fin on its head in his arms. The creature wriggled in his grasp and squeaked in annoyance.
Slightly embarrassed, the girl straightened out her back and cleared her throat. "Yeah, no. I'm alright, just a little excited, that's all."
"A little, huh?" The boy sounded as unconvinced as he looked. He briefly scolded the Pokémon as it continued to squirm before he examined the girl up and down. "You're from the eastern part of Hoenn, I think?"
"I'm from around Lilycove! How can you tell?" Brianna looked at the boy with amazement, dumbfounded at the guess.
"The tank-top and jean shorts mostly; eastern Hoenner's usually dress kinda beach-y. Also, most people around here don't take that way thanks to all the rocks, so since you came from the east, I figured," the kid stated matter-of-factly and cast the brunette a superior look.
A thoughtful look crossed Brianna’s face. “What’s your name, Mr. Perceptive?”
“It’s Brendan; Brendan Birch. It’s like an analogy. Er- alliteration, I mean.” As the boy was speaking, the blue Pokémon writhed in his arms once more before giving up and going limp.
“Huh. So you know this area well, then? I’ve never been around here.” The girl said, glancing around. “Seems nice enough, though I was wondering if you could-”
“Actually, I’ve gotta get back to Littleroot. Mudkip’s being a real pain today.” Brendan cut into the stranger’s question.
Brianna blinked in confusion, and then frowned “I just wanted to know if you’ve seen anything relating to Team Magma or Team Aqua. No need to be rude.”
“Sorry,” the boy said sheepishly, “People usually ask me stuff about my dad and his research. But no, thank Arceus; I haven’t seen anything with those guys around here. This place is pretty quiet most days. Why are you asking, though?”
“Oh just… family stuff, really,” the girl adjusted the bag on her shoulder. “Well, name’s Brianna,” she said, redirecting the topic.
“Right…” Brendan said with a touch of suspicion. As far as he knew, anyone associating with either of those teams was probably someone to stay away from. “I’ve gotta go now; my dad’s waiting for me at the lab. Nice meeting you, Brianna.” With that, the boy turned and began to walk towards Oldale Town, only to notice that Brianna was still staring at him.
When Brendan turned to look at her, Brianna smiled awkwardly and asked, “Do you mind if I come? You said you’re related to Professor Birch, right? I’d like to get a look at his lab, if that’s not too much trouble for him.”
“I guess you can tag along; my dad usually likes visitors,” the professor’s son stated with hesitation. “Just no photos or anything, for lab privacy purposes.”
“Great, then let’s go!” The brunette bounded ahead, eager to meet a well-known professor, though she honestly didn’t know much about him. She didn’t even know he had a son, until now.
Brendan sighed.
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For part of the trip to Littleroot, Brianna attempted to convince her new acquaintance that she’d come up with a clever nickname for him.
Brendan resisted for a few minutes since he didn’t really understand why people liked pet names (he didn’t even bother to give his Pokémon names), but he eventually accepted the name just to get the girl to drop the subject.
Now, he was officially stuck with the nickname 'Dan' and all its reiterations. It was certainly a step up from 'Bran Muffin'; the new one, while not as clever, was at least less degrading.
“We’re here.” The boy declared and gestured to the small sign that read Littleroot Town in flowery letters.
The whole town was densely surrounded by trees; the smaller plants had crept into the clearing to grow on and around the few houses that made up the settlement. The town looked as if it were on the brink of being overrun by the flora, yet somehow it still seemed well-maintained; a nice balance of human and nature.
"You live here? It's so… pretty with all the plants and everything!" Brianna exclaimed, her eyes flicking around so she could take in the all green hues.
Brendan couldn't repress a smug smile. "Well, my parents are all about the environment, so they coordinate the townspeople to keep the town like this." He walked along the grassy path that separated the houses into distinct lots; it was the only part of the town where plants seemed to be restricted from growing wildly.
As the duo approached a large brown building that had its share of vines growing on the walls, the mudkip that Brendan had been carrying suddenly leapt from his arms and raced to the front of the building where it waited for dull green door to be opened.
It looked back at the pair and cheeped at them to hurry up.
"Coming, jeez…" Brendan muttered and he quickly went up to the wooden door to push it open. The finned Pokémon slipped through the entrance at soon as it was wide enough and disappeared inside. Brianna and Brendan followed shortly behind it.
The visitors squinted under the bright fluorescent lights, which were made even brighter by the fact that the whole room was whitewashed. The slight alcohol and bleach smell gave the room an antiseptic feel that made Brianna slightly uncomfortable.
That feeling didn't bother her for long, though, as she quickly turned her attention to a table covered in fancy lab equipment. She reached out to grab a tube from a plastic stand when a gloved hand swooped out from nowhere and removed the tube rack from her reach.
From the other side of the table, a man swathed in a lab coat gave her a perturbed look. "Please don't touch anything without any gloves, you might contaminate it. Or break it." He turned to look at Brendan. "Who is this?"
"I'm Brianna." The girl replied before Brendan could.
"She's just someone I met after I took Mudkip for a swim and she wanted to see the lab. That fine with you, Joel?" Brendan explained to the lab employee.
The scientist gave Brianna a cautious glance before placing the stand back on the table. "Alright. Just make sure she doesn't touch anything important."
The brunette clasped her hands behind her back to keep them from wandering off. "How's this?"
Joel blinked, and returned his attention to the items on the counter. He paused and looked back up at Brendan. "Your dad's not here right now. He got a call that the mass Lairon movement near Dewford started earlier than expected, so he left as soon as he got the message." The man briefly smiled. "But he does have something in the back for you. He told me that they've made up their minds."
Surprise crossed Brendan's face. "That's what he wanted me back early for? If I'd know, I wouldn't even have gone!"
"He had to talk it over with your mom again and get everything prepared for you. It was much easier with you away."
The boy looked as if he had more to say, but he hurried to the back of the lab instead to see just what his dad had left him with. Naturally, Brianna followed behind him.
At the rear of the lab, there was a collection of computers and large machines that hummed and made the air comfortably warm. The mudkip from earlier had curled up on one of the machines and was fast asleep.
To the far left behind a bookshelf that faced the front of the lab, there was a work desk tucked away in the corner with an old computer and some papers. On top of the desk, there was a worn green backpack that looked moderately full, a small red device, and a new pair of sneakers. A bright orange piece of notepad paper was attached to the rectangular gadget.
Brendan picked up the device first and inspected the sticky note.
It read:
To our son Brendan:
Fifteen years of hard work and love, that's all it took. All it took for us to get a son that any parent, especially these parents, should rightfully be proud of. And it only took us two years to finally decide that we're willing to let you go, just for a while, to enjoy your young life just like we did when we were young! We know we've made you wait for a while now (we still can't believe you've had your trainer card for two years!), but we did it for a good reason. We contacted Professor Oak and got an extra Pokédex, just for you. It's uploaded with all the Pokémon information collected so far, and it has places for you to add your own notes while you're adventuring. Everything else you need we packed in your old school bag.
We know that you don't like when we fuss over you, so we forced ourselves to keep this letter short by putting it on a tiny piece of paper. Don't lose it!
Love,
Ma and Pop
Pulling off the note, Brendan noticed that there was something written on the back in his father's handwriting:
P.S. The shoes were your mom's idea!
The boy rolled his eyes but smiled lightheartedly. He folded up the note and placed it in his pocket for safekeeping before taking a look at the Pokédex.
It appeared to be an older model that had been upgraded, since the outer casing had some damage and old sticker outlines. There were a few buttons and a camera lens on the right and left side of the screen, respectively. It looked simpler than the one his dad used when on the field.
Picking up his bag, he slipped the strap over his head, and stuck the small device into a pocket on the front of the strap that was across his chest. He looked at the sneakers and then down at his own shoes. His shoes were just fine, so he left the sneakers on the table.
Finally turning his attention away from the desk, he looked up to see Brianna sitting on a counter and watching him inquisitively. He was surprised that she'd been quiet the whole time.
"If you're not going to use those shoes, could I have them?" The girl asked, leaning over to glance at the sneakers behind Brendan.
Just now, the boy noticed that Brianna wasn't wearing any shoes at all. And that there were footprints all around the laboratory floor.
"Sure, just put them on real quick." Brendan whispered, sending a glance at Joel who was busy at work.
The brunette obeyed and slipped the sneakers on in a moment. “Thanks, but do you have any socks? The shoes are a bit big…”
“No, just- forget the socks.” the boy stated in a low voice. “Come on, we’d better go before Joel notices the footprints. He’ll probably keep us here ‘til my dad gets back if he sees what we’ve done to the floor that he just cleaned this morning.”
Walking over to a tube-shaped apparatus, Brendan grabbed the third Pokéball and pressed the button. The mudkip that had been sleeping placidly on a nearby machine was whisked up into the capsule in a flash, and the boy put the ball on his belt. Taking a moment to breathe, Brendan walked back to the front of the lab with Brianna trailing behind him.
Joel was still at the counter mixing things and using pieces of equipment. He was so engrossed in his work, he didn't notice the two children until they had made it to the front entrance.
"So, how'd-" The scientist was unable to finish his question as the duo had already fled out the door. "Huh... I wonder what that was about."
Then he noticed the dirt tracks on the floor.
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Ending notes:
Edited: Such grammar, need fix. Edited to make the characters less obnoxious.
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