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Pokemon Crystal Mind	By : Destroyahirismix666 Category: +M through R > Pokemon Views: 7762 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Any better?”
Perkūnas winced a bit, then sighed in the female's arms. She gentlty rubbed the burned section with the salve, soothing the pain and dulling the damage done to the nervous system. “Pika-chuuu.”
“I thought so...” She remarked, stroking the back of the pikachu sitting on her lap as she looked at the male sitting across from her. He had his legs pulled up underneath him, starring intently at the four pokeballs in front of him. One was empty, Perkūnas was getting treatment. His gaze was more solid on the other three. “Starring at them won't answer any questions or heal them.”
“I know, I know...” He sighed. “It's just...I need to know everything about them.”
“Why do you say that?” Kris asked, scratching the back of Perkūnas' head. He sighed in relaxation from the feminine attention.
“Like I've told anyone else who's asked, I didn't start this journey solely for one reason. For one, I wanted to answer the question as to 'why' Pokemon would choose to bond with trainers, even dealing with competition from other Pokemon. Secondly, I wanted to prove that mentally, I was there. Physical ability only takes you so far, I wanted to know that I could strategize, and strategize well.”
“That's helpless.” The teal-haired female remarked, leaning back a bit.
“How so?” Takuya finally took his eyes off the balls and focused on his female 'companion'.
“Strategy in a Pokemon battle is a crap-shoot. You can have the most powerful pokemon, like the Legendary Mew or Lugia, and know all it's in's, outs, and weaknesses. Then, without even realizing it, your enemy gets a lucky critical hit in. Just like that, whatever you had planned out fails.”
“There is an element of chance in everything.” Takuya remarked, standing up and stretching his arms. “It's to be expected of life. The point of strategy in a pokemon battle would be to overcome any type of chance like that before it hinders you.”
“And that's where you are wrong.” She commented back. “Lesson #1, You don't develop a strict strategy for anything. A loose one would help, but a strict one can be derailed easily. Not to mention, you won't know everything about your enemy until your engaging it.” She went silent for a minute, focusing on the Pikachu in her lap. “The first rule of combat is to know your enemy. But in pokemon battles, we don't fight with that knowledge for a reason. Everyone, from trainers to casual battlers to even professors and company heads battle because it satisfies a craving we all have. You could say that most of our society has a gambling addiction, and we are all trying to stack the odds in our own favor.”
Takuya intently stared at her, trying to process what she was saying. “So you mean that...because we aren't here to actually defeat each-other like we would in, let's say, a war, we aren't coming with knowledge of the enemy.”
“Exactly. And when making a strategy, especially any type of tight-knit one, you would need to have that knowledge. Now I'm not saying a strategy going into a battle isn't helpful, it is, especially if you can take into account things such as weather, special abilities, type preferences, weaknesses, personality and locations. But Human beings, and to an extent Pokemon, don't operate on a per-defined system of actions.”
The male smiled, reaching behind him and grabbing his leg as he swung it up behind him, yanking it as the joints within snapped. “That's the beauty of human nature and life on this earth.”
“Naturally. With some exceptions, it makes us all hard to control and hard to combat. You seem to have forgotten the unpredictability of nature, and tried to force your own small team to battle on what you want the world to be set up like. In a battle, sometimes the pokemon knows best. And sometimes, you know best, but only at that moment under pressure. Or none of you know best, and you just leave it up to chance. There is no mathematical bullshit behind it...”
“Actually...”
Kris glared at Takuya. “Fine, professors and scientists have crunched numbers to get some bullshit stats behind it, but even stats have room for error. Let's not get into that math stuff, it's a waste of my brain power.”
The male chuckled. “Let me know when you have any kind of higher-math homework, I'll take care of it for you then.”
“I left that kind of life behind a looooong time ago.” She chuckled. “And to this day, I don't regret it one bit.”
“Ok. Maybe you can help me out with this issue then.” Takuya picked up one of the balls, the one that contained Ninko inside of it. “Ninko...she seems to have some sort of hypnotic ability. I know when I first got her she used it on me, and she also used it on your Misdraevus. But from everything I had researched before-hand, only very very powerful Ninetales could actually achieve a state of hypnotic suggestion.”
“You told me your parent was a Pokemon 'doctor' without the plastic boob-job and pink hair, and yet you don't understand move breeding.”
“What?”
“That's what I call it. Certain pokemon, when powerful enough, can breed abilities into their offspring. It's another case of random chance. That's it really.”
“Ok... What about that bright light she shot into the sky? I've never seen anything like that before.”
Kris stopped petting the pikachu for a moment, scratching the back of her own head nervously. “It's a complicated system. Nearly every pokemon have one or two special abilities that they can tap into with a little help. Some require special training, but I think all of them have at least one. I'll get back to Oak and Elm about that.”
“All of them?”
“I think. Sometimes these abilities change as the pokemon evolve into it's next stage of life. They vary in what exactly they do. Some of them benefit the pokemon by giving them an extra little oddity in relation to the rest of that type. For instance, Natee is able to wake up from sleeping much quicker, as was demonstrated in our little battle back there.”
“...”
“How did you not know about these? I assumed you trained your pokemon to take advantage of these when in battle, otherwise, it would have gone completely unnoticed.”
“What!?”
“Yeah.” She eyes him carefully. “What? Are you saying you DIDN'T train your Vulpix into using it's Drought ability to alter the weather and blind us?”
“No! I only caught her just this morning!”
A moment of silence succeed the two of them. “It's not like anyone would ditch a shiny, so she couldn't have been abandoned. And Pokemon normally don't take advantage of the ability on their own...”
The two looked at each-other for a prolonged period of time, then looked back at the pokeball holding the shiny fire-type inside.

“I am NOT staying out here in the rain!”
“Can't help you little lady. The power-plant isn't a hotel or Pokemon center. Besides, if this storm is going to be even a tenth as bad as they said it was, the place wouldn't be any safer then being in the open as it is.”
Takuya ran his hands through his hair as another powerful gust of wind blew in from the west. He and Kris decided to stick together until they got to the next city, after which point they would probably head their separate ways again. Lavender town was supposed to be the next closest city, and the two of them could easily have made it there by about 11 at night had it not been for one thing.
Another storm was coming. The massive Typhoon had just passed over the Kanto region just two days ago, and had left a fair share of destruction. Kris, who had apparently taken residence in Pewter City after completing a Gym Battle there with Brock, had made statements about how badly the forest to the south of the town, along with the Museum that was in the city, had taken considerably large amounts of damage.
The idea that an abandoned power plant would be the place to go even for recreational purposes would be retarded any day of the week. The only major service it had provided in the last 30 years was a headquarters for the Joint Asian-American Military Alliance in the war that was nearly two decades gone now. Even then, little to no repairs had been made to the place, and while some of the machines inside still functioned, it was little more then a tourist attraction for people who like studying things from the time before the War and before the Pokemon Species boom.
“But surely you've got some repairs done on the place! Something suitable for us to shelter at, right?”
That was the interesting thing. Apparently about two weeks ago, the isolated island and the several acres that surrounded the island where the plant was located had been bought by Kanto Electric Central, the main provider of 'Clean' Commercial Energy for the Kanto region. Being from Vermillion, Takuya questioned that cleanliness claim, but that was beside the point. Since then, some construction workers had appeared at the place and were going to repair the Abandoned Electricity Plant and get electricity pumping to the various cities of Kanto, likely lowering the prices of the electricity and turning more profit for them. NOT to mention how it would help to improve the economy, which while 'stable' in the loosest sense of the term, had never fully recovered after the war.
“We've only built a bridge to the island and patched some of the holes in the ceilings. Otherwise, it's a dump. We've not even gotten to clear out the pokemon in there yet.” The large man swung a box of tools over his shoulder, and began walking away from the bridge and the large gates that had been set up in front of it.
Takuya's eyes widened. It was sheer genius! He stepped between the man and the truck he was walking toward quickly, holding up his hand. “I've got an idea. If you will let us in there, we'll get you guys a bit farther ahead of schedule by removing some of the excess pokemon inside of there. Free of charge.”
The man stopped, looking up as if to weight the pros and cons of the situation. “We'll be out of there before noon tommorow.” Takuya added on.
“Don't go speaking for me!” The teenager threw a finger up to his lips as he turned and looked at his temporary companion.
The man sighed. “Fine. Let me throw these in the truck, I'll open the gates for you, and you can get in. But my men and I are coming back tomorrow, 12 o'clock sharp. If you all aren't out of there by that time or sooner...” He trailed off, looking to the darkening sky to think of a suitable follow-up.
“No worries. The road calls for us.” The male said, trying to sound a bit comedic as to lighten the mood. All it earned him was a punch in the back of the head. “Ow...”
“Stay serious.” The Teal-haired female remarked, frowning at him. The sound of the metallic tools being slung into the bed of the truck. The man grabbed the keys and jingled them as he proceeded back to the gate in front of the bridge, unlocked it, and let it swing open as the trainers ran in.
“Thank you sir!” Kris shouted back, waving over her shoulder while running down the bridge.
“Whatever. Don't going wrecking stuff up any more then it already is!”
The two ran through the open doorway of the plant, both stopping once inside in order to catch their breath. In the front room, several assorted metal pipes and tools were left around, the main evidence that any 'human' hands had touched the place in nearly 20 years. Everything else within the building seemed old an abandoned, almost like everyone had left in a hurry years back.
“Wonder why everyone had abandoned this place back then.” Kris asked, finally stabilizing her breathing.
“Who knows. If we look around enough, maybe we'll find something.” He remarked back, reaching into his pack and grabbing a flashlight off of one of the side pockets. “Let's try and find some higher ground in here.”
“Why upper levels?”
“I don't want to know what lies beneath our feet really. With my luck, it will probably be a lot of Grimer and Muck down there, mixed with real muck, grime, and dust. Besides, closer to the top we'll be able to hear when the rain lets up, and we should also be able to tell what time of day it is.” He looked over at Kris. “Do you have a light?”
She shook her head to the negative. “Alright. Fine. Stay close to me. And whatever you do, try to watch where you are going.” Takuya reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out one of his knifes, flipping it open.
“What's that for?”
“I don't want something jumping me and killing me.” He held the light up in front of him, arms straight as he held the knife directly underneath the flashlight while tilted to a slightly different angle.
The defining thing about the abandoned power-plant was that it was still 'active', so from beneath the two could still hear mechanical noises running. Kris briefly suggested heading downward again, but that was quickly shot down by her male companion.
“There.”
Takuya suddenly stopped as if the female issued a Cease-And-Desist order from god. “What?” She merely pointed down into a side-room, expecting him to see something. He turned his light down the corridor, but outside of several wires, a half-hanging ceiling light, and lots of dust, nothing seemed out of place.
“I heard something make a noise.” She whispered back at him.
Several moments of near silence had gone on in the dark corridors, but it was eventually broken, causing the male to switch off the light and folded up his knife.“Perkūnas...you're the only one we've gotten to heal thus far. Don't let me down...” He tossed the ball onto the ground, and the Pikachu looked around in confusion for several seconds.
“Pika...PIKA!”
A loud screech sounded from the hall as a Magnemite floated down from the ceiling, it's large solitary eye gazing directly at the pikachu.
“Perkūnas...Hit him quickly with a Thundershock!”
The energy stored in the electric mouse's cheeks crackled, and was released with great power and accuracy at the flying dual type. It took the bolt head on, shaking it off shortly afterward and readying it's own Thundershock attack.
“Perkūnas, get another one going before he gets it in on you!”
Despite the command, the pure electric-type was unable to get the jump, and the two shot their bolts at the same time, meeting in the middle as the entire room and the adjacent ones lit up bright like daytime. “Pikachu, Don't let up!” Kris shouted at him, hoping to give some motivation. While the yellow-furred animal may have been 'weaker' when it came to power, it was more consistent and had much better endurance. The wild enemy fizzled out, and was hit eye-first by the burst of electric energy. The Magnemite fell to the ground, shook a bit before floating back up.
“Perfect.” Takuya pulled one of the loose pokeballs off of his belt, and tossed it at the pokemon, capturing it in an instant. The room went dark again, and using the flashlight, Takuya reached over and picked the ball back up.
“That went well.” He remarked, blowing on the sphere before re-hooking it to his belt. “But we press on now.” He turned and began walking down the hallways again, looking for anyway to get higher in the building.
“Don't you think your team is a little...unbalanced?”
Takuya looked at the female as they began to traverse the hallways once more. “Now that you think of it...I have three electric types now, a normal, and a fire...” Perkūnas walked up beside them, listening to the conversation as it tried to keep up with their pace.
“You know, I could hit you up with a deal so you could sluff off your excess pokemon.”
Takuya looked at her with curiosity, taking his eyes off the lit hallways to look at her shadow-darkened face. “Deal? What deal?”
“I have a contract with a Professor Oak here in Kanto. Maybe you've heard of the man.”
“You mean that Viridian Gym Leader's grandfather? I've heard OF him.”
“Our contract is that I collect as many pokemon for him as I can, so he can make the pokedex more accurate.”
“That thing? It's laughed at by scientists all around. While it did a nice job of listing every pokemon here in Kanto, it fell far short of documenting the pokemon in your Johto region, and didn't come close to the variety in Honnen, Sinnoh, of even those outside of our nation. Would have helped if the kids he gave it to actually left this region and it's restrictions on importing pokemon from foreign locations.”
“Whatever. Oak realized that most of the data readings were extreme, and for that reason he has tried getting more people to send him pokemon personally, so he can check the data on them and actually get more accurate readings. In return for the effort, I get good money.”
“Yeah, but you forget that we have the Poke-net system. The thing that allows us to convert the pokemon into digital DNA code and sent them to other people if you wanted to trade or get rid of.” His gaze shifted to the area infront of him, showcasing some stairs...even if they were in less then preferable shape due to time's effect on them. “Bingo.”
“True. But his had broke down. I needed to personally come here to Kanto and drop the pokemon off. While here, I was invited to battle some of the Gym Leaders here by Oak.”
They ascended the stairs in relative silence, their focus shifting more from the conversation to the safety of the stairs. Perkūnas had no trouble as his light-weight build let him spring up the stairs and actually had him waiting at the top for the trainers.
“Very well. What's the catch?”
“I'll need you to do a favor for me.”
“Like what?” Takuya asked, scanning the 2^nd floor with his light.
“I don't know.” He turned and looked at the female, shinning the light on her and covering her form with the light.
“Seriously?”
“I don't have a bunch of stuff laying around that needs doing!”She snapped at him.
“Fine. I'm a pain to get in contact with on the road, though. You might be able to contact my parents though, they'd likely inform me of your needs when I get back to Vermillion.”

Kris stared up into the rainy night sky. They eventually took shelter on what was likely one of the more western wings of the plant. She had a good view of the sky from a set of slats in the windows, looking as the rain poured from above. Pulling her legs up toward herself and wrapping her arms around them, she leaned forward.
“Maybe he'll make a decent boyfriend...” She looked the sleeping male over. “Just wish he would ditch that stupid band-aid on his head and he'd be decent material. I don't need an assholish boyfriend to be famous.” Her subsequent yawn made her remember the deal they made, so Kris reached into her pocket, pulling out her pokedex. It was 1 in the morning. Time to switch the guard. She sighed while standing up. “Then again, staying single might make me seem more open to future male fans.”
She walked over to Takuya, nudging him several times. “Takuya...Wake up Kanto boy...”
The teenager finally woke up after some prodding, but both hands quickly shot up to her shoulders, catching her in a locking grip. As calmly as she could, she spat out the information that it was time to switch guards. He let go, sitting up and walking toward one of the windows as she took her place on the sleeping bag she had laid out earlier.
He blindly looked out toward the sky, running his hands over the pokeballs on his belt. He did have enough materials to bring his team back to health after his battle that morning with his temporary companion, and in an effort keep himself from falling asleep again, he let out Eon, the brown and white furred pokemon ending up on the floor several feet away from him.
“Hey Eon. Just needed another waking companion.”
“Ee-Vee?”
“Sorry about throwing you into a Dead-end Battle earlier.” He clinched his fist and looked into the sky, gritting his teeth together. “I wasn't thinking...I let my pride get ahead of me, and brought you all down because of it.”
The normal-type snuggled up next to him, turning her back up against his feet. “I know not everything will go smoothly. I still have a lot to learn. We all still have a lot to learn.” He looked at the female non-human companion. “But we'll get there. I don't care how much responsibility I have to take on because of the knowledge. Knowledge is freedom, and Knowledge is power. Orwell's dystopian state can go screw itself.”
A bright light suddenly poured through the windows, snapping his attention back to the outside. He quickly stood up, unsure of what to expect. It wasn't lightning, which was little more then a single quick flash. This was quite prolonged.
“Oh my...god...”
The sky seemingly flooded with light as electric bolts scattered across the expanse of the heavens. Eon leaped up onto Takuya's shoulders, then adjusted onto his back and neck, looking at the light show. The room they were in was covered by a brief shadow, and the two of them stared as they saw one of Kanto's legendary birds fly across the expanse, it's wingspan looking to be at least a city block, it's cry complimenting the electrifying sound of the bolts and the steady 'WOOMPH-WOOMPH!' of it's wings.
The two of them stared at the sight for some time until Zapdos left their line of sight. It left the sky rolling with thunder as dark rainclouds began to crash back into each other, rain once again pouring onto the earth. Takuya finally closed his mouth, still awestruck at this sight.
“Vee!”
“I wish I had my GoPro going. No one will believe me when I tell them I saw one of Kanto's legendaries in the night sky...” His hand reached over him and rubbed Eon's back and top of her head. “I don't know what others might say, but I'd say we were just blessed with good fortune there.” He sat down, still starring out the window despite the calming of the cloudy night sky and heavy rain. “Maybe good fortune for the long run..”
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