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Entry 18, Lady in the Jet Black Dress
17 years ago
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Once more into the breeches, dear friends!
I learned a lot on my walk.
Exiting the Pokemon center, I took my time and walked around, but something quickly caught my attention. A huge tower jutted out of the ground along the north side of the town. It had a great-big "G" attached to the front.
'Gee, I wonder what that building is,' I wondered quietly to myself, the condescending sarcastic tone prevalent in my mind. It seems this is the place Galactic set up shop. The front of their building, however, were covered with thick vine. However, it was woven in an intricate web... I had no doubt that it was set there on purpose.
Why keep it locked from their own teammates? Maybe they had their own way, but it was more likely that the team didn't care about the other members. If the Windworks were any indication, they weren't exactly the best kind of people to rely on when the chips were down.
I studied it for a while, but I didn't want to get caught, especially without my Pokemon to back me up. Besides, as much as I hated Galactic, I had no reason to run up in their house and invade. They were probably heavily fortified. Instead, I continued moving along the north city walls. I saw a huge statue of a Pokemon in the distance, and I wanted to investigate.
But I didn't get far before someone stopped me. I was expecting a Galactic grunt, so I turned rather threateningly towards them. Of course, my worries, though sound, were unfounded.
It was a woman. A tall, older woman. Late teens, lovely, long, blond hair, and...
I'm going to leave the rest to the imagination. You'll need to see her for yourself if you want to experience this kind of sexy.
Anyway, she asked me why I was staring so intently at Galactic's HQ for so long. I told her that if she wanted to know, then it was story time, and we needed to sit down. We found a bench, and, sitting beside her, I was alerted to how short I was compared to her.
Shaking that out of my head, I told my tail about my past run-ins with Galactic. She turned out to support my rather hateful ideas, but also told me that there are more things to see in this ancient town than something to inspire hatred. It was a pretty wise thing to say, considering how young she was. Yes, I was younger, but still, you notice these things.
I noticed the Pokeballs on her hips. Not that I was staring, mind you, and asked if she was a trainer. She giggled and said yes, asking if I was one as well. I told her that I was, and I'd battle her if I had my Pokemon with me, but she told me that she's here to relax and investigate the ruins, not fight. Then she reminded me that a trainer is never, ever supposed to be without their Pokemon, even if they're healing in the Pokemon Center. I'm supposed to stick by just in case there is something they need to tell me about my Pokemon.
It made me feel bad, but when she asked me why I was without 'mon, I told her the situation in the woods, and what I had to do. She was really easy to open up to. Maybe it was because she was a trainer, or because she was was a hot girl.
Either way, we sat in silence for a bit after that. Then she said some things that really lift me up. She told me that what I did was exactly what any trainer should do in that situation. We are told that helping Pokemon should come before personal beliefs, because how could we expect Pokemon to follow us if we're not willing to do all we can to help them? She made me think about how my trio would have taken it if I had scared the injured Buneary off instead of trying to help it. Even if I accidentally scared it off, our thoughts would have been on that Buneary's condition for a very long time, perhaps forever.
It wasn't a pleasant thing to think about, and she realized this, patting me on my shoulder and telling me something else. There is no such thing as a wild Lopunny, the evolved form of Buneary. They can only realize their potential if they are raised with kindness by a trainer. She asked me that, if I decide to take care of it, it wouldn't take long for it to warm up to me, considering how kind she thought I was.
My cheeks are still red, and she's already walked away. She said the next time she sees me, she wants me not to be so gloomy. I don't know why she thought we'd meet again, but I wouldn't mind if we did.
A shame I didn't get her name. It would have helped return the HM Cut she left on the bench. If she's so sure we'll meet, though, then I don't mind holding onto it until then.
Besides... I could use it after I crush this gym. I still want to see what that chateau in the forest is all about!
Anyway, it's time to head back to the center and check up on the Buneary. I'm sure they've found something out by now.
Exiting the Pokemon center, I took my time and walked around, but something quickly caught my attention. A huge tower jutted out of the ground along the north side of the town. It had a great-big "G" attached to the front.
'Gee, I wonder what that building is,' I wondered quietly to myself, the condescending sarcastic tone prevalent in my mind. It seems this is the place Galactic set up shop. The front of their building, however, were covered with thick vine. However, it was woven in an intricate web... I had no doubt that it was set there on purpose.
Why keep it locked from their own teammates? Maybe they had their own way, but it was more likely that the team didn't care about the other members. If the Windworks were any indication, they weren't exactly the best kind of people to rely on when the chips were down.
I studied it for a while, but I didn't want to get caught, especially without my Pokemon to back me up. Besides, as much as I hated Galactic, I had no reason to run up in their house and invade. They were probably heavily fortified. Instead, I continued moving along the north city walls. I saw a huge statue of a Pokemon in the distance, and I wanted to investigate.
But I didn't get far before someone stopped me. I was expecting a Galactic grunt, so I turned rather threateningly towards them. Of course, my worries, though sound, were unfounded.
It was a woman. A tall, older woman. Late teens, lovely, long, blond hair, and...
I'm going to leave the rest to the imagination. You'll need to see her for yourself if you want to experience this kind of sexy.
Anyway, she asked me why I was staring so intently at Galactic's HQ for so long. I told her that if she wanted to know, then it was story time, and we needed to sit down. We found a bench, and, sitting beside her, I was alerted to how short I was compared to her.
Shaking that out of my head, I told my tail about my past run-ins with Galactic. She turned out to support my rather hateful ideas, but also told me that there are more things to see in this ancient town than something to inspire hatred. It was a pretty wise thing to say, considering how young she was. Yes, I was younger, but still, you notice these things.
I noticed the Pokeballs on her hips. Not that I was staring, mind you, and asked if she was a trainer. She giggled and said yes, asking if I was one as well. I told her that I was, and I'd battle her if I had my Pokemon with me, but she told me that she's here to relax and investigate the ruins, not fight. Then she reminded me that a trainer is never, ever supposed to be without their Pokemon, even if they're healing in the Pokemon Center. I'm supposed to stick by just in case there is something they need to tell me about my Pokemon.
It made me feel bad, but when she asked me why I was without 'mon, I told her the situation in the woods, and what I had to do. She was really easy to open up to. Maybe it was because she was a trainer, or because she was was a hot girl.
Either way, we sat in silence for a bit after that. Then she said some things that really lift me up. She told me that what I did was exactly what any trainer should do in that situation. We are told that helping Pokemon should come before personal beliefs, because how could we expect Pokemon to follow us if we're not willing to do all we can to help them? She made me think about how my trio would have taken it if I had scared the injured Buneary off instead of trying to help it. Even if I accidentally scared it off, our thoughts would have been on that Buneary's condition for a very long time, perhaps forever.
It wasn't a pleasant thing to think about, and she realized this, patting me on my shoulder and telling me something else. There is no such thing as a wild Lopunny, the evolved form of Buneary. They can only realize their potential if they are raised with kindness by a trainer. She asked me that, if I decide to take care of it, it wouldn't take long for it to warm up to me, considering how kind she thought I was.
My cheeks are still red, and she's already walked away. She said the next time she sees me, she wants me not to be so gloomy. I don't know why she thought we'd meet again, but I wouldn't mind if we did.
A shame I didn't get her name. It would have helped return the HM Cut she left on the bench. If she's so sure we'll meet, though, then I don't mind holding onto it until then.
Besides... I could use it after I crush this gym. I still want to see what that chateau in the forest is all about!
Anyway, it's time to head back to the center and check up on the Buneary. I'm sure they've found something out by now.
