The Story Continues:

I woke the next morning from the strangest dream… Some kind of weird toy land, where everyone was on ships, and I was some kind of lady, and I was friends with a really bitchy princess… and she tore my skirt and I got fed up with her and started going off on her…

That was about the point where I woke up. Panny was drooling on my chest. Since we were in the Pokemon Center, we’d just borrowed one of the spare beds… so I had everyone piled up on top of me… Kito was laying across my left leg, Panny was on my chest, Dancer had somehow tangled herself in my hair, and Lily and Ren were fluttering around the dim light of the morning, filtering through the partially opened window shades… Ayanna was sitting on the window sill with her tiny hands pressed to the glass, watching something going on outside.

I groaned and sat up, ruffling Dancer from my hair and smooshing Panny off my chest to slide out of the bed and wander over to the window.

As I rubbed the nearly chin lengthed mess that was my hair, I stared out the window. A kid was outside, some kind of trainer or another, battling a bunch of those devil-dressed idiots. “Mmm…. Well, that’s lovely….” I muttered. “I’ll go out and punch them all in the nose….”

By the time I was dressed and out of the Center… they were gone, though, and the poor Scientist, whom I’d taken for a kid from through the window, was standing there, looking utterly defeated. “You can’t just take my life’s work…”

“... Aww man, they actually jacked you? What the hell, man… didn’t you get the memo? Dont bother fucking around with a pokemon battle, just nutshot them and walk…” I grumped at him, before sighing. “I’ll get your shit back… no worries.” I rolled up the sleeves of my shirt, letting Ren out of his ball. “Okay, dude, I know you dont like me yet, but we’ve got a guy to help… so lets just get over that right now, okay?”

We moved inside again, and I quickly switched Dancer, apologizing all the while, for Trin, my Taillow. I needed a normal flying type, just a bird, it made things seem more balanced, plus, I wanted to save Dancer for contests. Such a lovely creature, it would be a waste to beat her up. I gave dancer one last pet, before returning her and placing her in storage, taking Trin’s ball instead. “We’re going to have to get you a little more experience.” I murmured, looking at the ball, “But first… lets deal with the devil pricks.”

Sprinting through the grass, I grumble as I brush off yet another pokemon. I couldn’t just stand here throwing pokeballs all day, even if I really wanted a Skitty, I’d have to wait. I hit the cave just outside of Rostboro and saw the old man, lifting a hand to wave. “Yo! Something up, old guy?” I skidded to a stop and he told me about his missing wingull. See… this was why I just kicked things… “I’ll get Peeko back, promise.” I nod, and head into the cave, holding up my pokegear flashlight.
I could see the hooded figure, just down the way, and I made my way over. It was, unsurprisingly, the self-same guy from before. “Oh… joy… you again… fuckit, hand over the parts and the wingull and I’ll let you keep your teeth.”

The Magma grunt looked at me with wide eyes, “Jokes on you, I’m wearing a cu-OOF”

“Cups don’t protect anything but your junk, and they still hurt like fuck.” I say as I extract my shoe from his gut. “Now, Parts and Pokemon.”

“Not before yo- OOF”

“Parts” I kicked him again, “And” and again, “Pokemon, shit for brains. I aint letting you anywhere near mine.”

After about the fifth kick, he finally tossed a few pieces at me, and stumbled off, groaning about something having popped during my rather relentless negotiations. I looked down at the wingull and picked him up. “Hey dude. Sorry about that…” I ruffled the little guy’s feathers, before heading for the door of the cave, passing the bird back to his owner. “Safe and sound, not a scratch on him.”

“Thank you, girly. You ever need anything, just ask.”

“So… I saw you have a boat….”

“I think we can work something out.”

“Sweet…”