a deal's a deal

[stressed]

Who: Tsubasa Hanekawa (stressed) and Xemnas (firstnothing)
Where: Violet City
When: September 7th
Summary: The delivery of a Growlithe
Rating: G-PG
Log:


[ Yesterday was another day of sorting paperwork and collecting data, though it wasn't a boring day by far. With each passing hour, Tsubasa was beginning to learn more about the Pokemon world and how it functions. Being so close to the trainer school, as well, gave her the opportunity to learn more about battling, training, and the culture of this world. Pokemon battles were an important element, and although Tsubasa was only a breeder - it was important she learned these things. Being thrust into a place where she knew nothing made her extremely self conscious, and so she did her best to absorb all the knowledge she could. She wouldn't know everything, but knowing what she could would be enough.

Today however Tsubasa was just wandering around Violet City - her Glameow was in her arms and the rest of her Pokemon were in their respective balls. It was one habit she couldn't break, her wanderlust, and it followed her even here. After what felt like a long period of walking, she stopped in her tracks. Looking over her shoulder she checked to see what was in that direction, cause by the sound of it, someone was coming.

Lucky her! ]

Comments

[firstnothing]

It's highly unlikely the growlithe is offended at being called the wrong gender. I certainly am not.

[Especially since every single one, even the mammals, kept all their 'obvious' gender bits neatly tucked inside and out of sight, making telling them apart at a glance sometimes a bit of a chore. Some pokemon did have visible differences but those were usually things like mane lengths or mild color variations.

Xemnas hadn't bothered to memorize any of it.]

If your feline is so unfond, perhaps it is the glameow that will need more discipline. A good team is not based on one being tolerant of another's ill temper, but the ill temper being dealt with directly. As they are not 'cats and dogs', one should not encourage or allow them to act like the false stereotype of 'cats and dogs'.

[It's an almost-gentle warning. They might look like pets, but they're absolutely no such thing, and it was better to not let the mindset settle in, or bad things could result. Especially for a breeder.

After all, glameows and growlithes shared an egg group.]

Do you plan on a battle to establish control and your own place as its trainer?

[stressed]

[ he had a point, the best decision would be to discipline the glameow. tsubasa could deal with the scratches, the bites, and the like. but when it came to the pokemon attacking her other pokemon.. it just became a headache. ]

Yes.. [ the volume of her voice falls quiet, it wasn't until someone actually came up to her in person that everything really.. sunk in. before now, it was still sort of a dreamy reality. nothing felt final or set in stone, but now it did. tsubasa hanekawa was no longer in japan, she was in johto, and she was supposed to be a pokemon breeder. the surreal feeling washes over her again, and when he asks her the question of whether or not she wishes to establish control over the pokemon she snaps out of it. ]

Oh.. that's right. I would. It just so happens that I recently received a level 32 Aerodactyl in my box a few days ago. Her strength is far greater than that of the little pup. It might be too much, but it should be enough!

[ reaching into her bag, she pulls out the pokeball containing urd, that.. well.. appeared in her box one day. ]

Come on out. [ and with that, she released the aerodactyl. it was fairly large compared to the small puppy. when tsubasa released it, it took a look around to see where the rest of the team was and looked back at tsubasa. hesitant, because they were still forming a bond, she walked forward to pet the fossil pokemon. ]

Let's battle it, okay..? [ the aerodactyl let out a cry, stood tall, and flapped its wings, ready to go. she was a very proud pokemon and.. well.. the poor.. little.. growlithe. it's a shame tsubasa doesn't really care.. ha..ha..... ]

[firstnothing]

You're still adjusting to being here, mm?

[And perhaps not having an easy time of it, either. Xemnas had encountered a person who claimed this entire world was a game not so long ago, if she saw it similarly adjusting would be even more difficult.]

Be advised against assuming level is the qualifier for what wins all the time, miss Tsubasa. My Regret recently defeated a pokemon over twenty levels stronger than her.

[The zebstrika is given a light pat on the neck; it's when she evolved actually. He was still pleased with her tenacity. Still, the growlithe isn't going to have the advantage of Xemnas and tactics to help it, which was primarily the reason a very young blitzle had beaten a level 45. As the aerodactyl appears, Xemnas studies it. Larger than most.. that's always useful.

He still needed to find one large enough to possibly carry him without worry that he might break its back.

As Tsubasa and her aerodactyl prepare for battle, the growlithe looks a little bewildered, glancing back at Xemnas, who shrugs.]

You're still wild, pup. You're fair game. This is your fight, not mine.

[His reminder isn't exactly mean, said almost gently. He'd never caught the growlithe, he didn't consider it part of his team. The growlithe has to actually consider this now too, and that Tsubasa means to do her own catching. It turns, sharp teeth bared, focusing on the aerodactyl. It's a bad type-match and Xemnas knows it. Fire doesn't fare so well against rock.]

I'll get out of the line of fire, so to speak.

[With that, Xemnas herds his own pokemon off to the side - the ones he claimed his and would tenaciously keep. The growlithe would have to fight on its own.]

[stressed]

[ taking in a sharp breath, tsubasa stands tall beside her aerodactyl. this was the deciding moment, whether she was ready for what living in this world meant. she lived most of her life going with the flow, but the flow of this world made it hard to stay afloat. ]

Urd, are you ready?

[ she asks, turning to the pokemon beside her. it lets out a cry and stares at the small growlithe, ready to strike whenever she gave the command. this was her time to show her pokemon that she was worth its attention. she could do that, right? hopefully.

outstretching her arm, she points at the tiny growlithe. once everything was clear for the battle, and she knew that the growlithe was ready she looks back at the pokemon and calls out her first command: ]

Aerodactyl, use Wing Attack!

[ the aerodactyl flaps its wings and hovers above the ground - it then flies toward the growlithe aiming to hit it with its left wing. ]