Post by Blackbird on Aug 23, 2013 17:55:14 GMT 11
It was cold, and it was pouring! The trainer had long since recalled her Charmander, fearing for its life due to the weakness of her tail flame. All but one of her Pokemon were tucked away safely in their Poke Balls, warm and dry. The only Pokemon that remained in the rain was hidden away under her jacket. Though it didn’t keep the electric type dry, it kept her dryer than the trainer herself.
The Pichu was claustrophobic, and feared Poke Balls. The chance of one malfunctioning was less than .00001 out of a million, but she was still scared of it. She quivered in the trainers arms, hidden under her jacket. It kept her warm, but she was still damp.
The storm was already terrible, and the trainer, already crippled and half blind, was struggling. She leaned heavily into the breeze, the rain pelting her face. She had half a mind to return the Pichu, but decided not to until it got worse.
It got worse, very quickly. The rain was already heavy, but got heavier, blinding the girls other eye. Her hair was plastered to her skull, the rain dulling it to a gray instead of the luminous white. All of her clothes were so sodden they were close to black, and her feet squelched in her shoes.
As she shivered violently, goosebumps erupting on her skin, she decided that it would be safer for the Pichu to be tucked away into her Poke Ball. “Yokina!” she had to shout to make her voice heard. She set the electric type onto the ground, and grabbed her Poke Ball. “It’s safer in here, get in!” although the Pichu shook her head no, she recalled the mouse before continuing her trek.
And then the ground vanished beneath her. She flailed her limbs desperately to attempt to catch herself, but the ground seemed to have opened beneath her. She hit something hard and there was a pop from her knee, causing her to cry out. She continued to tumble and roll until she finally landed in a deep pool of rainwater. She attempted to get to her feet, but her crippled leg burned and gave out the moment she put weight on it. ‘Broken.’ she thought. ‘Definitely broken.’
She managed to scoot over to where she was no longer in the pool, but the pit was deep and she couldn’t see the top in the dark caused by the storm. “Help!” she cried, though she doubted anyone would be out in this weather.
A bolt of lightning illuminated the world, and she realized what must have happened. One of the large trees had loosened the soil with its roots, and when the sudden storm had occurred, all the dirt had collapsed and been swept away, leaving a large pit in the ground where rain water could build up. And the walls were steep. Before, she may have been able to climb it with the use of a rope and a couple Pokemon. But now, with her broken knee on her crippled leg, and the storm slicking the sides, she wouldn’t be able to get out.
And her voice was weak, dwarfed by the thunder that echoed every few moments. So, that left only one thing- her Pokemon. She quickly ran through the list in her mind. Honou, her Charmander, wouldn’t be able to go because of the flame on her tail. Sentaku, her Silcoon, wouldn’t be able to help her because of his lack of mobility. Both of her avians would be unable to fly in the heavy winds, and with the lightning it would be dangerous. Sandy, her Sandshrew, wouldn’t be useful because of her weakness to the rain. So, that left only one- Yokina, her Pichu.
Fumbling with the Poke Ball, she released the yellow baby Pokemon, and it immediately cringed away from the storm. “Yokina,” she rasped, startled by the raspiness in her voice- she must have screamed as she fell. “Help. Go get help.” she pulled herself against the side further in an attempt to get away from the rain.
Yokina nodded, and scrambled up the side, finding the tiny handholds that only a Pokemon of her size would be able to use. Taking a final look at her trainer, she dashed off in search of help.
The Pichu was claustrophobic, and feared Poke Balls. The chance of one malfunctioning was less than .00001 out of a million, but she was still scared of it. She quivered in the trainers arms, hidden under her jacket. It kept her warm, but she was still damp.
The storm was already terrible, and the trainer, already crippled and half blind, was struggling. She leaned heavily into the breeze, the rain pelting her face. She had half a mind to return the Pichu, but decided not to until it got worse.
It got worse, very quickly. The rain was already heavy, but got heavier, blinding the girls other eye. Her hair was plastered to her skull, the rain dulling it to a gray instead of the luminous white. All of her clothes were so sodden they were close to black, and her feet squelched in her shoes.
As she shivered violently, goosebumps erupting on her skin, she decided that it would be safer for the Pichu to be tucked away into her Poke Ball. “Yokina!” she had to shout to make her voice heard. She set the electric type onto the ground, and grabbed her Poke Ball. “It’s safer in here, get in!” although the Pichu shook her head no, she recalled the mouse before continuing her trek.
And then the ground vanished beneath her. She flailed her limbs desperately to attempt to catch herself, but the ground seemed to have opened beneath her. She hit something hard and there was a pop from her knee, causing her to cry out. She continued to tumble and roll until she finally landed in a deep pool of rainwater. She attempted to get to her feet, but her crippled leg burned and gave out the moment she put weight on it. ‘Broken.’ she thought. ‘Definitely broken.’
She managed to scoot over to where she was no longer in the pool, but the pit was deep and she couldn’t see the top in the dark caused by the storm. “Help!” she cried, though she doubted anyone would be out in this weather.
A bolt of lightning illuminated the world, and she realized what must have happened. One of the large trees had loosened the soil with its roots, and when the sudden storm had occurred, all the dirt had collapsed and been swept away, leaving a large pit in the ground where rain water could build up. And the walls were steep. Before, she may have been able to climb it with the use of a rope and a couple Pokemon. But now, with her broken knee on her crippled leg, and the storm slicking the sides, she wouldn’t be able to get out.
And her voice was weak, dwarfed by the thunder that echoed every few moments. So, that left only one thing- her Pokemon. She quickly ran through the list in her mind. Honou, her Charmander, wouldn’t be able to go because of the flame on her tail. Sentaku, her Silcoon, wouldn’t be able to help her because of his lack of mobility. Both of her avians would be unable to fly in the heavy winds, and with the lightning it would be dangerous. Sandy, her Sandshrew, wouldn’t be useful because of her weakness to the rain. So, that left only one- Yokina, her Pichu.
Fumbling with the Poke Ball, she released the yellow baby Pokemon, and it immediately cringed away from the storm. “Yokina,” she rasped, startled by the raspiness in her voice- she must have screamed as she fell. “Help. Go get help.” she pulled herself against the side further in an attempt to get away from the rain.
Yokina nodded, and scrambled up the side, finding the tiny handholds that only a Pokemon of her size would be able to use. Taking a final look at her trainer, she dashed off in search of help.
