The rest of the night had gone on uneventfully for James, besides some more catching up between. The time-traveler had seemed rather unwilling to go into a large amount of detail involving what she was doing, which intrigued James but he decided not to press the issue that night. The main event which struck his interest however, was the return of Guinevere and Lancelot to the office that night. While they were content to ignore him throughout the night (though Guinevere made a lot of conversation with Celebi, not that James could hear the telepathic banter), the fact that they chose to come back at all was slightly heartening. At least, less disheartening than the fact that the others did not.
The next morning came without much sleep for James. While not appreciating the lack of sleep, the fact that he was at least awake early in the morning did suit him well. If Goldhawk was going to assign him to a mission today (which there was no proof that it would come today, there was also no proof it would not), then he would have to do anything ‘personal’ beforehand.
“Celebi, please hold down the fort. I need to take a quick trip.”
Oh, where are you going?
“I need to stop by the hospital.”
No way! Lucan did that?
Indeed, this fellow is a complete man among men. And even after his noble sacrifice he continued to fell legions of our foes with his freezing rays.
Lucan was two minds (somewhat literally) of the praises he was being given by Tristan. The Metagross and the Heracross had been catching up on their respective battles, with the Metagross ragging on the other for being found fainted or “sleeping on the job” as Tristan had put it. On one hand, he did enjoy the positive attention. On the other, both of their tales were seemingly embellished, especially those coming out of Tristan's mouth to celebrate him. The Vanilluxe seriously doubted they would have won against one full legions of Pokémon, let alone the ten they both claimed to have beaten.
Jamie was ignoring the bouts of boasting going on between the transparent mode Pokeballs. She had to retreat all five of her Pokemon during the flight, as there wasn’t a huge amount of room on the helicopter. At least, not with the cargo they had to bring with them. She looked towards the tank that had contained the five Pokemon that she had found in the restaurant. Now it only contained four, as the fifth lay on her lap. The Shellder she identified as the one that had been inclined to using Shell Smash and fighting up close. She found that she really starting to grow attached to them, considering how much help they had given her, and was somewhat reluctant to give them up. While having all five of them on her team seemed pretty redundant, having one or two would be alright, and maybe keep the others as someone/thing/Pokemon to come home to.
That does sound nice, she thought thinking about it in more detail.
Maybe she could give her testimony and be granted custody of the ‘evidence’ as an agent of Team Rocket.
That might work, she thought as she closed her eyes, letting herself fall asleep, a hand on the Shellder and her head fell onto Lucia’s shoulder.
Richard woke up before his fellow Claus, and decided he’d let the boy rest. As well as the ghost on his bed, and left most of his Pokeballs behind, taking only the one belonging to the Diglett just in case. It was early in the morning, but he wanted an early start on working with his violin. While he loved to play for others, he preferred to do this ritual away from others, and so he wandered off from the bedroom he’d crashed in, to wander around until he could find a place to dub ‘the practice spot’.
He wandered around for a half an hour before he found a suitable spot in his opinion. It was a secluded area near the shore. Far enough away from the base that he wouldn’t expect anyone to stumble by. Plus the sound of the waves crashing down on the shore would provide some noise cover if needed, though not enough to block out his music, enough to distort it so any of his flaws could be attributed to it, should he not make too big a mistake.
He was about to get out his violin and start practicing, when he heard a voice. A singing voice. A decent one at that, if very shaky.
Well, so much for secluded, Richard thought as he gave up his plan to use that spot. He was about to leave when he noticed who or rather what was singing.
It was a strange little thing, only coming up to his knees by nature of its long ears. But it was singing and that was a plus. So naturally Richard decided he had to meet this creature, despite the fact that it was probably there for the same reason he was.
“Hi!” he shouted waving to the small Pokemon.
It was startled, but somehow less than what Richard guessed it would. It turned around slowly and stared towards Richard for a while, before murmuring something unintelligible.
“Hmm? What was that?”
Again it made the same noise, only slightly less quietly.
“One more time, a little louder, please?”
“Oh?! Can you talk?” Richard asked genuinely surprised.
The Pokemon shook its head.
“So you can say 'hi', but you can’t talk?”
A slow nod.
“Well that’s interesting…. Want to join my band of merry Pokemon… and a Sableye?”
The Pokemon stared at him for a while before shaking its head.
“Aww… why not? You’ll be allowed to sing all you want!...Except when even I’m not allowed to, which even I don’t like, but I’ll make up for it by giving you any stage you can ask for… eventually once we make it.”
Richard quickly realized that what he was saying wasn’t helping much.
“Stage fright? Or a lack of faith in me?”
Two nods, one for each.
“Well I’m not sure how to cure the first. But how about I prove to you my capability. How about a music battle?”
The Pokemon was quiet as it shook its head slowly.
“Too nervous to sing in front of just me even?...How about a regular battle then, versus one of my Pokemon? At least I can prove my ability as a trainer, then a musician later.”
The Pokémon thought on this for a while, before nodding warily.
“Fantastic! Let’s get started then. Go Ponos!” he said tossing the Diglett out into the open.
The act of being thrown out of his Pokeball was thankfully enough to wake the Diglett from his sleep. The fact that were was a Whismur coming at him with a punch to his face was enough to make him alert. Not enough to dodge, but enough to realize it was time to fight.
“Use Slash followed by Dig to get away!”
The Ground Type responded by slashing (how I don’t know) his opponent, which caused the Whismur to recoil back in pain. It tried to respond with Supersonic, but the Diglett was already gone.
“IF YOU CAN HEAR ME, START UP AN EARTH POWER FROM BELOW THE GROUND!” Richard shouted quite loudly, which oddly caused the wild Pokémon to cover its ears.
After a while of waiting, blasts from the ground erupted which struck the Normal Type directly and tossed the Pokémon around. When the last blast finished, Ponos arose from the ground to see his opponent. The wild Pokemon was ready for the Diglett to surface as when it did, it unleashed a Hyper Voice. The powerful move struck the Diglett sending it reeling slightly (the ground makes a good anchor), but what surprised Richard was that the Whismur seemed to be in pain while using it.
“We need to finish this now… Ponos Reversal.”
The Diglett surged forward with the pain being caused by the constant stream of noise being turned into power. The Reversal connected and proved too much for the Normal-Type to bear as it fell over unable to move.
“Alright go Pokeball!”
The downed Pokémon was to weak to do anything to resist capture, and after three wiggles the Pokeball’s lock sealed shut.
“We did it!”
The Diglett responded to what Richard could only interpret as ‘yay!’
“Now let’s get you and him to the Pokemon Center, pronto!”
The Diglett nodded as he followed his trainer from behind. But the Diglett had to wonder, where did Richard get that Pokeball?
Claus did nothing but snore, cause he slept in. Oh and the monkey slept in on his head, while dreaming of the wonderful fun he had last night. And the pig slept at his feet, thinking of food. The rock however was taking stock of Claus’ inventory and noticed there was a Pokeball missing, and only an IOU was left in its place.