Chapter 110: Interlude - Encounters around the pokemon world

Chapter 110: Interlude - Encounters around the pokemon world

Forrest looked straight ahead and tried to ignore what was going on behind him. Ash was loudly opening and shutting his mouth, while Misty was glaring Ash into silence.

This hadn't been how hed thought hed be setting out. He always imagined it would be with his entire family seeing him off and his team fully assembled, ready to make waves throughout Kanto. That had always been the dream, to stick around until Mum came home and then give it some time to settle before he went on his journey.

Only, it hadnt gone that way at all, had it?

Instead, he had to leave because of something stupid that wasnt his fault but should have been something he avoided. At least, he thought he should have. All he had to do was be firmer with the guys back home. Instead, hed wavered. Hed had an idea they were spray painting stuff around the City but he hadnt realised theyd gone further than that into outright theft.

Forrest chewed his lips. If theyd felt secure enough to steal Officer Jennys bike then what else had they felt confident enough to do?

He really hadnt known them as well as he thought he did. He certainly hadnt been expecting them to turn on him No, the sad part was probably that he wasnt all that surprised to learn they were putting the blame on him. Forrest wasnt sure that creep Will even would have had to be involved.

Forrest shuddered when he remembered how furious Brock had been when he heard Wills voice. Hed never known Brock could make a face so cold and rigid.

Forrest, you alright? Misty asked, stepping in and peering at him.

He sighed. Yeah, just Thinking about stuff I guess.

Well, thats good! If you need to talk, Im here, she said easily.

He glanced at her and found her watching him. He smiled halfheartedly at her, and she smiled back.

He felt like he should have enjoyed that more, but for the life of him, he couldnt work out why that was. He trudged along in silence trying to get the answer.

She was watching him. Which was good. He liked her looking at him. But, it was the way she was looking at him. It wasnt in admiration but in pity and worry. It felt like she was watching him cause she expected to see him trip. Like he was fragile.

He didnt want to be fragile. He wanted he wanted to be like Brock. Brock could be immovable and know where he was going. He always knew where he stood and Forrest didnt have that.

Brock had mentioned it before when theyd gone hiking or been taking care of pokemon together. Hed said it stemmed from knowing yourself and what you wanted. Plans were goals with the steps mapped out.

The problem so far was that he didnt know who he was now. Things had changed so rapidly he felt like well it felt like hed built up on faulty ground. You could walk on it, thinking it was firm for ages only for it to one day collapse under you. Then youd need someone to bail you out.

Thats why you tested the ground you were on when hiking with poles or had different grips ready when climbing a mountain.

Forrest chewed his lip. That kinda made sense.

He rubbed his forehead. Which would mean he needed to Urgh! He wasnt sure where he was going with now.

Charmander! Char! said a pokemon in front of him. Forrest blinked.

Whats a Charmander doing out here? Ash said stepping forward.

This isnt the right terrain for them, he said, remembering what hed learnt about them from Brock.

Whys that? Misty said as Ash jogged up closer.

Charmanders pokemon line prefer dry climates such as deserts, arid planes or light but robust forests that can handle them walking through it. He pointedly glanced around at the pathway that was densely packed with vegetation that was yellow and brown in some patches that would go up if Charmander was to walk through it.

So whats that mean? Ash said.

Forrest glanced at the flame on its tail and scowled. Nothing good. He shook his head and dropped the scowl, instead adopting a small, toothless smile that was as neutral as he could go. Hello there, Charmander! Im Forrest from Pewter city!

Im Ash from Pallet Town! said Ash loudly while pointing a thumb at himself. On his shoulder, Pikachu waved before hopping off and approaching the fire type cautiously.

Misty, said Misty with a small bow.

Char-mander, said the little reptile, giving them all a searching look before laying down.

Forrest chewed his lip unsure what to do. Ash glanced up at the sky and down at the little Charmander. Pikachu, can you ask him how long hes been out here?

Misty tilted her head. Why not ask him yourself?" Most pokemon can understand us when we talk cant they?

Forrest spoke up, No, its a good idea Ash. Most pokemon are more open with other pokemon. Especially if the pokemon has a reason to be a little bit more suspicious of a human.

Hmmm? What do you mean? Ash said now glancing at Charmander worriedly.

Misty gasped and her eyes widened. Oh! I see! You think someone abandoned it here.

Ash lurched back. What? Whod ditch a Charmander?

Someone that doesnt care about their pokemon, said Forrest as he recalled a trainer that had fought against him with He released his Onix and it shook its head before lowering itself to Charmander.

Onnnnnn! shouted Onix in greeting.

Charmander stood and growled lowly, its tail flickering feebly. Ash whirled on Forrest. Hey! What are you doing? Youre scaring it!

Forrest shook his head. No, I wanted to confirm something. You were Damians Charmander werent you. You've faced Onix before. You remember him, dont you?

Charmander nodded and glared sternly ahead. Forrest smiled. Yeah, you werent going to have much of a chance against Onix back then. Damian was pretty stupid to send you out when he

Char! CHAR! CHARMANDER! CHA Charmander silenced Forrest, only to be cut off in turn when he gasped and shook. Small embers burst out of his mouth, that he hacked up with a faint cry of pain.

Forrest stepped forward, his backpack swinging around so he could rifle through it. Ahah! Here we go! he said as he pulled out a book.

Common pokemon maladies? Ash read aloud off the title. Forrest nodded, not saying anything as he flipped through the pages.

What are you looking for? Misty asked leaning in.

Forrest paused on the Charmander page. This, he said tapping a section. When a Charmander doesnt receive proper nutrition, their lungs can weaken leading to a weaker Ember and weaker Flamethrower until their intake improves. Recommended foods include spicy meals with lots of natural oils. Forrest returned to his backpack, pulling some berries and cooking oil out to place into a bowl.

Charmander turned his nose up at it only for his stomach to growl.

Forrest inched forward, the bowl still held out. Pllllleeassse Charmander? You need this to get your health back.

This made Charmander reconsider the food. Pikachu cheekily appeared on the other side and made a show of grabbing a piece for himself, causing Charmander to growl and push his snout into the food and begin devouring the food.

Hehehe, nice one Pikachu! Forrest said to the little yellow mouse. Ash shot it a thumbs up.

Pika! said Pikachu with a wink before popping the piece of food he had stolen into his mouth. Then he stiffened up and exhaled like he was trying to breathe fire. Forrest chuckled, and Charmander looked up and stiffened as it realised how close it was to them, only to decide to not leave the food until it was done.

They all stayed close and quiet as Charmander finished his meal. Misty fidgeted, but soon enough, Charmander was done and back to his rock in the middle of the road.

Forrest chewed his lip at that before turning and gesturing for the others to lean in close. Hey guys, we cant leave Charmander here. He needs more food and some medicine to clear up any further issues he has.

Other issues? Ash said, peering at the curled-up Charmander. He eyed the rock and the area around it. How long has he been out here? he asked, eyeing some melted parts of the rock.

Forrest shrugged. I think hes been out here for a day and a night at least which isnt as bad for a fire type but exposure will get him if he stays here.

But, thats not what youre worried about? Misty prompted. nôvel binz was the first platform to present this chapter.

No, this area is pretty rife with Pidgeotto and Spearow, both of which are territorial. Even some of the grass-type pokemon arent going to like having Charmander around. Forrest glanced over his shoulder. Also, I wouldnt be surprised if a trainer tried to catch him and ended up driving him into the shrubs

Oh, thatd be bad, Ash said cupping his chin in thought. What should we do? Catch him ourselves?

Forrest rubbed his chin slowly. Wed need to get him to a pokemon centre and checked over. As an abandoned pokemon he can have his pokeball deactivated with a process they have, or if we encounter Damian Forrest clenched his fists. Well sort him out.

Ash nodded. So first we have to get Charmander to leave with us

The man nodded politely. Forrest wasnt sure what to make of that. He turned his attention back to Damian, who Misty was now done with. He already had a pair of black eyes and looked wretched. It didnt stop Forrest from officially lodging a report against him and what hed done. He said the fine had been paid through community service on the report to the police.

Damian wouldnt have to pay any money, but people would know what hed done. Heck, Professor Oak would most likely revoke his pokedex for this.

When he was done, he returned to his friends and watched Ash pet his latest acquisition enviously. If hed just A polite cough shook him out of his thoughts, and he looked up to see the silver-haired gentleman from earlier smiling at him.

Well done with handling that situation. I have to admit I was considering stepping in but you had it handled He eyed Misty and her hands. Very aptly at that.

Misty blushed, and Forrest chuckled, only for Misty to shoot him a look that had him shutting up. Forrest turned his attention back to the silver-haired man. Well thanks, I guess? He tilted his head. You look familiar

The man chuckled and waved a hand. Oh, I get that all time. He waved a hand. Im not all that interesting. Actually Im just a humble man passing by for the local mountains.

Fan of the mountains? Forrest said feeling like he should be asking about the mans name for some reason. But, the man had said that wasnt important hadnt he? He decided not to press. It didnt matter. Even if his face looked oddly familiar.

The white-haired boy from earlier stepped up, staring at the man. Wait, Are you

The man waved his hand again. Quite busy talking to my new friends right now. The boy stiffened for a moment, blinked as though he wasnt sure what hed been doing only to then nod and walk off with a dazed expression.

Forrest opened his mouth to ask what that had been about only to decide not to push when the man smiled at him. I was rather impressed and more than a little entertained by the show that was put on. He hummed. You know, too often good behaviour passes us by unrewarded I think no, I know youd do well given the chance, young man, he said, raising a simple pokeball. Take this pokemon young man, Im curious as to how you develop in the future.

Forrest looked down at the pokeball. Youre giving me a pokemon?

Yes, yes I am. Im eccentric like that! said the silver-haired man, turning and walking off.

Forrest stood, Wait a second I dont even know your name! I have to thank you for this!

No you dont thats the point of a gift! The man waved over his shoulder. And my name is Steven!

Thanks Steven! shouted Forrest at the mans back as he walked towards Mt Moon. He sat back down with Ash and Misty. They both stared at the doors.

Ash frowned, and he tilted his head. Then he sat bolt upright. Was that Steven Stone! Champion of Hoenn!?

A groan made them look to the side and spot the boy from earlier. Urgh! I knew it! Damn it my own regions champ, and I flubbed it!

Forrest stared, open-mouthed. How did I not recognise him? I have his poster and his fight with Karen is coming up soon!

The boy rubbed his forehead. Steven has this way of avoiding peoples attention when he doesnt want it. He somehow just skates under your notice, or you have more important things to deal with.

Forrest tilted his head. How would he do something like that? Ash nudged him. What did he give you?

Forrest released his pokemon and stared as a Beldum revealed itself.

Jay set up his stall near the end of the gorge of route one hundred and eleven. It was a good spot for people coming up from Mauville City. he liked it for the view, which was particularly good with the Hoenn desert currently experiencing a rather intense sandstorm.

Morning Jay! called a Ranger as he moved to his post in front of a large sign.

Morning! Jay said waving back as he finished setting up his stall. The Ranger came over and looked over Jays produce before picking out some berries for people and their pokemon. Jay took the mans money and glanced at the sign. Think youll start to see many trainers today? he asked probingly.

The Ranger sighed. Lots of people went to Kanto this year, so trainer numbers are down, but I think this week will see some more people shooting through here and heading north towards Fallarbor Town or coming to us.

They should have the badge restriction now, no? Its been a whole month, Jay said worryingly. His sales were well down for the circuit so far and he was projecting sales to stay that way. Which, wasnt the end of the world for him. This was just something he did in his retirement these days. He grew berries at home and set up his stall to get out from under the feet of his wife.

Others around Hoenn were going to feel the pinch, however. There had been much grumbling about it of late but that was something for the League and Steven to handle. Not old man Jay and his simple stall along route one eleven.

He set up his chair under an umbrella, sat and raised his book to start idling the day away. Across from him, the Ranger sighed and stood near the sign that stated you needed at least two badges to go through the desert.

Occasionally, the Ranger would pull out some binoculars and glance at pokemon flying overhead to make sure that no one was being too clever. Trainers always thought they might be the first to consider using a flying type to evade a barrier.

Jay liked this spot, plenty of entertainment on busy days.

A noise made him look up to see a cheeky Cacnea approaching his stall slowly, its eyes on his berries. Jay popped open a pokeball and his old friend Torkoal appeared with a cry of its name, scaring off the Cacnea. Torkoal came and sat near him, and Jay returned to reading his book, keeping an ear out for anything different as he did so.

Around lunchtime, with the sun blaring down overhead, the sandstorm ended and Jay could see further out into the desert. He could see the shifting sands, the moving dunes, and the shimmering mirages that sometimes tricked people into seeking out the heart of the desert.

He squinted as a shape appeared.

Hey, Ranger? That a pokemon or a person? he asked, causing the Ranger to jerk up from the sandwich hed been munching on. The man spun about and raised his binoculars.

Huh, got a trainer coming in with a Trapinch? said the man, lowering his binoculars.

It took a few minutes, but eventually, the shape resolved itself into the form of a young girl, her body covered by a large hat with a scarf around her face, googles about her eyes, and a poncho over her shoulders to cover her body.

At her side, a small trapinch marched along resolutely.

When she reached Jay, the Ranger across from Jays stall coughed. Hello Miss! Im sorry to

The girl raised a hand and stopped the Ranger before lifting out a water bottle and draining it with long fluid gulps. When she was done, she gasped. Whew! Sorry about that! Id been holding out with the last of my water to make the trek so I could pick up anything that changed! That place shifts around a lot!

Jay nodded his head. The Hoenn desert is a dangerous place indeed, young lady. Well done on traversing it!

The girl tilted her head. Traversing it? Ive been there for three weeks now?

Jay blinked. The Ranger leaned forward. Did you get the required two badges before entering? Or skip over the blockade?

I came in through Slateport and got the minor Gym for Dockyard badge, and then fought Wattson for the Dynamo badge during the first week! said the girl as she started to pluck her desert wear off. She shook out her ginger hair and shuddered. Urgh! I cant wait to get a shower! She shook, and a cascade of sand went over her and the Ranger who was inspecting her Gym badges. Oops! Sorry! she said sheepishly.

Jay tilted his head. If you already have the Mauville Gym badge, why come back this way?

And walk uphill to Lavaridge? No thanks! Ill double back and check out the Verdanturf Contest coming up. Then Ill get my third Gym badge there before trekking on to Rustboro for my fourth badge!

Jay laughed. "Well, youre confident in yourself! I hope you do well!

Thanks old man! said the girl as she took back her badge case. She eyed the berries he had and opened her mouth, only for a gurgle to echo through the gorge. The girl blushed, only to pause and look down when the gurgling continued.

Oh! Nipper! Did you want some berries?

The little trapinch nodded once, its eyes never leaving the tray of berries.

The girl chewed her lip. Shoot, I dont have much money on me Before Jay could suggest using her trainer card for a credit payment, she reached into her bag. Jay saw a few rocks with strange shapes imprinted on them that took him a moment to realise were fossils before the girl pulled out a pink jewel the width of his thumb. It sparkled in the light, and Jay gasped.

How many berries will this give me? she asked.

Jay gestured at all of his stock, and the girl happily released all of her team. Lizzie, Hime, Stomper, Trumpet, and Tropo! Meal time! she said releasing her team to reveal a Nidoqueen, Ninetales, Golem, Phanphy, and a Tropius on top of her Trapinch.

Jay whistled in admiration. You have a good team assembled here, young miss! What is your name so I know who to look out for at the conference this year.

Celia! From Pewter City! she said with a pleased grin as her pokemon devoured his entire days stock. By the time they were done, Jay had learned the girl had spent the last three weeks combing the desert for fossilssuccessfully, it seemedbut shed also been looking for something more. When he tried to warn her off looking for the Mirage tower, she got a stubborn glint in her eyes that made him sigh.

She at least had taken all the precautions she could and had handled the Hoenn desert at its worst. Coming back in a few months' time shouldnt be a problem for her.

When she was done, he rubbed his chin at his empty stall and the jewel he now possessed. It would make a wonderful thirty-year anniversary gift well, a make-up gift at least.

The Ranger looked at him enviously. Gonna pack up for the day?

Jay chuckled, pocketing his jewel and flipping a sign to simply say his stall was closed. Then he sat back in his chair and lifted his book. Nope! he said, reaching out and patting his Torkoal.

It was, after all, never about making money that brought him out here.