I Have No Idea What I'm Doing (May 2018 Rock the Block)
May 14, 2018 19:55:27 GMT
Post by Dtmahanen on May 14, 2018 19:55:27 GMT
Alright, people, it's two weeks into May, and I DON'T SEE ANY BLOCKS ROCKING! Let's change that, shall we? This is my entry into the May 2018 Rock the Block, and...I'll admit, this story was mostly meant to keep my creative juices flowing. It's not my best work, but it's mostly just meant to be a relaxing read. Either way, I hope you enjoy.
I Have No Idea What I'm Doing
I have no idea what I’m doing. Like, Professor Elm just…gave me a pokémon.
I mean, I kinda figured he liked me, considering I visit his lab all the time, and I’m actually into the stuff he studies, so he knows me pretty well. At least, more than some of the other kids in New Bark. Most everyone thinks he’s weird.
But, like, I’m ten. And I’m not this uber-strong or smart 10-year-old wannabe-Trainer like Ethan was five years ago. I kinda just mentioned that it would be cool to travel across the region, and he hands me a Pokéball and tells me to go nuts.
Maybe he is weird.
The pokémon herself is nice enough, though. She’s super warm and fuzzy, and even though she can’t totally control the flame jets on her back yet, she’s pretty harmless.
I name her Tiki. She likes the name.
My parents are super excited that Professor Elm gave me a pokémon. They keep telling me how lucky I am, that not every kid gets the opportunity to have a pokémon at all, let alone go on a journey.
I hadn’t even said I’d wanted to go on a journey yet, guys, calm down!
Having said that, I can’t lie, going shopping to get ready for traveling is more fun than I thought it would be. Getting supplies, buying guidebooks for all the routes, making sure my PokéDex app is up to date, (getting more money than I’d get from doing the dish for a year all at once), it gets me excited.
And then I’m on my own. Just like that. My mom is there to see me off, since my dad has to go to work. She checks to see if I have all my stuff, makes me promise to call home at least once a week, all that stuff.
We hug. She kisses my cheek. And I’m gone.
I have no idea what I’m doing. But I gotta admit, it’s super fun.
It’s been a couple of months since my journey began, and Tiki and I are hanging out in the National Park near Violet City. We’ve heard that there’s a Bug Catching Contest that takes place here every Tuesday and Thursday, and if you win, you get some strong items.
It’s Tuesday, and the contest is on.
There are so many bug-type pokémon in the Park, but Tiki seems a little more interested in making friends with other Trainers than paying attention to the fact that we need to be catching something. It is a contest after all.
Her friendliness has its benefits, though. I make a friend while trying to rein her in. Her name is Krise.
Her pokémon are having a little bit of trouble with a nincada she’s trying to wrangle, so I let Tiki assist them. A couple of Embers later, (she’s a quilava now, by the way), and it’s weak enough for her to catch. She’s overjoyed, and she can’t thank me enough.
Her cubone, on the other hand, tries to whack Tiki over the head with his bone club. He’s a bit testy, I guess.
I ask her to help me find a bug-type of my own, and she agrees. We go searching for a while, and we’re about to give up, but then Tiki lets out a yelp as a scyther tries to grab her. Jackpot. This battle takes a little longer than the one with the nincada.
Too long, in fact. The contest ends before I’m able to catch it.
I’m mad at myself, I’m kicking the dirt, part of me is blaming Tiki and Krise even though I know it’s not their fault. Krise’s giving me encouragement, saying that there’s always another chance to participate. She’s got a point. But at this point, I’m just disappointed that I didn’t catch the scyther.
And then it appears out of the tall grass. I can tell it’s the same one. It has a burn scar where Tiki rammed into it with a well-placed Flame Wheel. And it looks like it doesn’t really want to fight this time. Krise says that it was probably impressed by the previous battle.
Good enough for me.
I have no idea what I’m doing. And I kinda mean it this time.
It’s been a year since my journey started, and I feeling a little aimless at the moment. I’ve been traveling with Krise since the Bug Catching Contest, and it’s kinda startling how driven she is. She’s doing the Gym Challenge, and she’s good. Even before we’d even met, she’d gotten two badges, and since we met up, she’s gotten four more. FOUR! She’s kinda nuts. It’s not as fast as Ethan did it, but come on, that’s Ethan!
She also has a full team now, with her cubone evolving into a marowak, the nincada evolving into a ninjask, and that’s not even mentioning a bunch of pokémon I hadn’t even known about, like a flaffy, a bronzor, a gloom, and a corsola she just caught recently.
Me, it’s just Tiki and Mantis. Most days that’s fine, but there are times when I feel a little inadequate.
But today isn’t one of those days. Krise has just gotten her sixth badge from the Cianwood Gym, and we’re hiking up to the Safari Zone to spend some time at the market. That’s where Krise is right now.
As for me and my team, we’re relaxing on the cliffside, taking in the seaside air. It’s the first time I’ve really had the idea to stop and slow down for a bit. The first two months were a bit of a blur, since it was so new to me, and ever since I’ve been cheering Krise on. I’d never thought to really take it in.
My legs dangle off the rocky edge of the cliff, my shoes rhythmically bouncing off the walls. Tiki’s a typhlosion now, but she still sort of thinks she’s small enough to carry, which explains why she’s currently resting a good bit of her body on my lap. I feel her hot breath on my arm as she snores, content to nap the day away. Mantis, meanwhile, is scuttling up and down the cliff wall, looking for something interesting. I don’t know if he’ll find anything, but I’m not that worried about him. He has wings, he’ll be alright.
The view is amazing. I can see the Whirl Islands from up here, the giant whirlpools and islands nothing but dark black and brown dots on a canvass of blue and white. It’s a clear day, so I can sorta see the light from the Olivine lighthouse, even in the light blue of the daytime. I see it blinking in the distance, a tiny pinprick of yellow coming out of the horizon. The wind – and there is a little wind – feels soothing on my skin. It’s a warm day, so the chill I feel is a welcome one. It’s pretty quiet, save for the wind ruffling the plants and the waves hitting the distant shore.
I fall backwards onto the grass. I feel Tiki climbing on my stomach like the lapdog she things she is, and lays her head on my chest. A bunch of smells enter my nose: the salt of the sea, the damp tartness of the grass under and around me, and the unique…musk…of Tiki’s breath and fur. I close my eyes and just…take things in.
This…this is nice. If this is what being a Trainer is, I’ll take it.
I hear Krise calling me. She’s suggesting we go into the Safari Zone, take a look for some cool pokémon, or even just walk around, see the scenery. I tell her that sounds fine, I just need to call Mantis back. As she leaves and I call for Mantis, I take one last look at the horizon. There are some people on the beach that weren’t there before, relaxing with their pokémon.
I have no idea what I’m doing. And really, I’m okay with that.
I mean, I kinda figured he liked me, considering I visit his lab all the time, and I’m actually into the stuff he studies, so he knows me pretty well. At least, more than some of the other kids in New Bark. Most everyone thinks he’s weird.
But, like, I’m ten. And I’m not this uber-strong or smart 10-year-old wannabe-Trainer like Ethan was five years ago. I kinda just mentioned that it would be cool to travel across the region, and he hands me a Pokéball and tells me to go nuts.
Maybe he is weird.
The pokémon herself is nice enough, though. She’s super warm and fuzzy, and even though she can’t totally control the flame jets on her back yet, she’s pretty harmless.
I name her Tiki. She likes the name.
My parents are super excited that Professor Elm gave me a pokémon. They keep telling me how lucky I am, that not every kid gets the opportunity to have a pokémon at all, let alone go on a journey.
I hadn’t even said I’d wanted to go on a journey yet, guys, calm down!
Having said that, I can’t lie, going shopping to get ready for traveling is more fun than I thought it would be. Getting supplies, buying guidebooks for all the routes, making sure my PokéDex app is up to date, (getting more money than I’d get from doing the dish for a year all at once), it gets me excited.
And then I’m on my own. Just like that. My mom is there to see me off, since my dad has to go to work. She checks to see if I have all my stuff, makes me promise to call home at least once a week, all that stuff.
We hug. She kisses my cheek. And I’m gone.
---------------------------
I have no idea what I’m doing. But I gotta admit, it’s super fun.
It’s been a couple of months since my journey began, and Tiki and I are hanging out in the National Park near Violet City. We’ve heard that there’s a Bug Catching Contest that takes place here every Tuesday and Thursday, and if you win, you get some strong items.
It’s Tuesday, and the contest is on.
There are so many bug-type pokémon in the Park, but Tiki seems a little more interested in making friends with other Trainers than paying attention to the fact that we need to be catching something. It is a contest after all.
Her friendliness has its benefits, though. I make a friend while trying to rein her in. Her name is Krise.
Her pokémon are having a little bit of trouble with a nincada she’s trying to wrangle, so I let Tiki assist them. A couple of Embers later, (she’s a quilava now, by the way), and it’s weak enough for her to catch. She’s overjoyed, and she can’t thank me enough.
Her cubone, on the other hand, tries to whack Tiki over the head with his bone club. He’s a bit testy, I guess.
I ask her to help me find a bug-type of my own, and she agrees. We go searching for a while, and we’re about to give up, but then Tiki lets out a yelp as a scyther tries to grab her. Jackpot. This battle takes a little longer than the one with the nincada.
Too long, in fact. The contest ends before I’m able to catch it.
I’m mad at myself, I’m kicking the dirt, part of me is blaming Tiki and Krise even though I know it’s not their fault. Krise’s giving me encouragement, saying that there’s always another chance to participate. She’s got a point. But at this point, I’m just disappointed that I didn’t catch the scyther.
And then it appears out of the tall grass. I can tell it’s the same one. It has a burn scar where Tiki rammed into it with a well-placed Flame Wheel. And it looks like it doesn’t really want to fight this time. Krise says that it was probably impressed by the previous battle.
Good enough for me.
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I have no idea what I’m doing. And I kinda mean it this time.
It’s been a year since my journey started, and I feeling a little aimless at the moment. I’ve been traveling with Krise since the Bug Catching Contest, and it’s kinda startling how driven she is. She’s doing the Gym Challenge, and she’s good. Even before we’d even met, she’d gotten two badges, and since we met up, she’s gotten four more. FOUR! She’s kinda nuts. It’s not as fast as Ethan did it, but come on, that’s Ethan!
She also has a full team now, with her cubone evolving into a marowak, the nincada evolving into a ninjask, and that’s not even mentioning a bunch of pokémon I hadn’t even known about, like a flaffy, a bronzor, a gloom, and a corsola she just caught recently.
Me, it’s just Tiki and Mantis. Most days that’s fine, but there are times when I feel a little inadequate.
But today isn’t one of those days. Krise has just gotten her sixth badge from the Cianwood Gym, and we’re hiking up to the Safari Zone to spend some time at the market. That’s where Krise is right now.
As for me and my team, we’re relaxing on the cliffside, taking in the seaside air. It’s the first time I’ve really had the idea to stop and slow down for a bit. The first two months were a bit of a blur, since it was so new to me, and ever since I’ve been cheering Krise on. I’d never thought to really take it in.
My legs dangle off the rocky edge of the cliff, my shoes rhythmically bouncing off the walls. Tiki’s a typhlosion now, but she still sort of thinks she’s small enough to carry, which explains why she’s currently resting a good bit of her body on my lap. I feel her hot breath on my arm as she snores, content to nap the day away. Mantis, meanwhile, is scuttling up and down the cliff wall, looking for something interesting. I don’t know if he’ll find anything, but I’m not that worried about him. He has wings, he’ll be alright.
The view is amazing. I can see the Whirl Islands from up here, the giant whirlpools and islands nothing but dark black and brown dots on a canvass of blue and white. It’s a clear day, so I can sorta see the light from the Olivine lighthouse, even in the light blue of the daytime. I see it blinking in the distance, a tiny pinprick of yellow coming out of the horizon. The wind – and there is a little wind – feels soothing on my skin. It’s a warm day, so the chill I feel is a welcome one. It’s pretty quiet, save for the wind ruffling the plants and the waves hitting the distant shore.
I fall backwards onto the grass. I feel Tiki climbing on my stomach like the lapdog she things she is, and lays her head on my chest. A bunch of smells enter my nose: the salt of the sea, the damp tartness of the grass under and around me, and the unique…musk…of Tiki’s breath and fur. I close my eyes and just…take things in.
This…this is nice. If this is what being a Trainer is, I’ll take it.
I hear Krise calling me. She’s suggesting we go into the Safari Zone, take a look for some cool pokémon, or even just walk around, see the scenery. I tell her that sounds fine, I just need to call Mantis back. As she leaves and I call for Mantis, I take one last look at the horizon. There are some people on the beach that weren’t there before, relaxing with their pokémon.
I have no idea what I’m doing. And really, I’m okay with that.