From: Cat-Gonk (firstname.lastname@example.org)
Subject: [PW!] Tactical Constraints.
"...Lay it down trainers, Suave House, Bad Boy, Fat Boy
Ain't afraid of Rattatas boy,
Matter of fact boy, this is not a act boy
The Trainer Way, keep a player makin' stacks boy..."
The walkman's cord came out from the back of his t-shirt's neck, the
behind-the-head headphones resting on his ears. Felix sat down, his
table at the "Dome Fossil" looking out onto the busy Hellion streets.
A quick hand guesture in the general direction of the counter brought
him a cup of just-the-right-side-of-hot coffee and a nervous, stifled
giggle from the leggy young waitress serving him.
Everyone in Hellion Town knew him. Felix Charlesson, son of the resort
town's most influential man. However, Felix's wealth never preceded
him, it was his skill as a Pokemon Trainer that gave him his
reputation. Beating down five Gym Leaders without a single loss,
taking out the highly-ranked Giselle in the Pokemon League Games and a
string of crushing victories around the Hellion P^3 and Viridian
circuits had won him fame, not to mention the massive Pokemon League
Entrance Examination score he'd achieved during his time in Pokemon
He'd stuck to the intermediate-level competition, but it was time to
move up in the world. What he needed was a better lineup, which,
strangely enough was the reason for his coffee break.
[PW!] Tactical Constraints.
His wallet was getting heavier by the hour, Felix wondered when the
Pokemon League would switch to plastic. This week's takings weighed in
an an obscene amount, enough to buy a small aircraft were Felix so
inclined. That Celadonite never knew what hit him, rare, primadonna
Pokemon and nothing resembling talent. Felix laughed inwardly as he
remembered how Chansey had lifted up the man's Rhyhorn and torn it in
half, the otherwise rock-solid Pokemon literally softened by the wrong
kind of care, pampering, it may as well have worn a pink bow in its
plates. Charizard had fallen to Munty's electricity, as did Blastoise.
Cygnet ate Venusaur for breakfast, plucking the petals from its flower
with each swoop. Oddish even got his share of the battle, polishing
off the affluent trainer's Starmie, a popular Pokemon among the rich,
as well as Solarbeaming his Persian into oblivion.
Now, back to business. Lorelei Prima of the Elite Four was going down.
Dewgong, Cloyster, Slowbro, Jynx and Lapras were on her belt, Felix
knew this for certain. The sixth slot could be a wildcard, or just
plain empty. Indeed, Felix only carried five Pokemon himself, and like
Lorelei, they were chosen not for power, but because he liked them.
There was no chance of either changing their existing Pokemon, but
both had one slot open, and Felix intended to use his. It would have
to be something powerful, something to make up for the shortcomings of
his other Pokemon, but he'd get to that later. For the moment, his
attention was focused on his existing members.
Taking out a clipboard in the manner of his fathr, he produced a pen
and began to write.
"Cygnet: Slash, Double Team, Sky Attack, Swords Dance."
Felix loathed Double Team. It seemed so unfair, to be able to
completely sway the outcome of a match in one's favour through use of
a single move. Few trainers used defensive tactics, making Double Team
so strong. They never saw it coming. Double Team gave Cygnet a chance
against Lorelei's Lapras. It's sole Ice attack was Blizzard, a
notoriously uncontrollable attack, which would be made even more
innacurate with Double Team. Though its sizeable area of effect could
be a problem, Cygnet could easily dance around it and strike hard with
Cygnet's leek wasn't his only method of attack, he could fight with
his bill as well as a Dodrio wielded all three of its beaks. Swords
Dance would be Cygnet's main attack, as long as he could control his
Slashes enough to allow the energy to flow into the leek. Slash was
powerful, but normally incompatible with Swords Dance as the fury of
the attack destroyed all of Swords Dance's internal focus.
Farfetch'd weren't the strongest Pokemon, but, strangely enough,
benefitted from inability to evolve. With no "final stage" to unlock,
Farfetch'd were at their full potential from birth, and lethal to
other Pokemon their size. Cygnet was still a match for larger foes,
but was often held back in favour of Felix's heavy hitters, Chansey,
Galahad, and Munty. However, Cygnet was beginning to show signs that
any other Pokemon would exhibit as signs of an evolution, a faint glow
after combat, a slightly altered form and a small increase in power
before the massive boost. A strange glowing aura had played about him
at the close of his most recent battle, first taking the outline of a
humanoid, flaming figure, and then the shilhoutte of a large, smooth,
angular avian form. It seemed there were two forms fighting for
control of the fluffy Farfetch'd's body, one brutal and vicious, the
other graceful and elegant.
"Galahad: Twin Needle, Pin Missile, Swords Dance, Agility."
Nathaniel of Hellion Hive.
He'd been giving Felix a lot of attitude lately, but they both held
each other in high regard.
Galahad's track record was starting to improve. So far, he was
responsible for even more bloody kills then Felix's other brawler,
Chansey. Turning a Clefable into a pin cushion was his latest
achievement. Agility opened the bidding, giving Galahad enoguh speed
to thrust his tail stinger through the fairy-Pokemon's chest cavity.
With his prey secured firmly in place, Galahad's frontal stingers
struck out, boring deep holes through his captive's body. This
technique was starting to become his hallmark, it was fast replacing
his tail stinger as his favoured offensive weapon.
Sadly, the Clefable had fallen forwards, trapping Galahad beneath its
bulk. Galahad, as well, as being the most brutal of Felix's Pokemon,
seemed to also be the most unfortunate, the blow had knocked him
unconscious. He was still in the Pokecentre recovering from a
shattered carapace, with Felix's Oddish standing watch.
"Oddish: Absorb, Petal Dance, Solarbeam, Sleep Powder."
He stays. No TMs, no evolution, no nothing. Oddish was Felix's
favourite, though perhaps the weak link in his lineup. If Oddish
wanted to evolve, or wanted a boost in power, Felix would give it to
him, but until then, it was a pure and unaltered Oddish.
"Chansey: Submission, Bide, Siesmic Toss, Reflect."
Felix was starting to worry about Chansey. Since that battle with
Giselle, she had been more even more agressive, even more brutal, to
such a point where she would block an opponent's attempt to return
their battered Pokemon to safety just so she could inflict even more
damage. It had to have something to do with that black device, the one
with the shark emblem on the side, one Felix remembered seeing at the
Games but not where or when.
Chansey was Felix's heavy-hitter. Unable to lay eggs whenever it felt
the need, it absorbed its power straight from the source, nourishing
itself throughout the course of a battle. Heavy wounds eventually
faded away to nothing more than scratches, add that to her Reflect
ability and nothing was going to wear her down. The only thing that'd
stop her was a one-hit-KO, something that she'd been on the recieving
end of during her fight with Lorelei.
"Munty: Thunder, Thunder Wave, Light Screen."
Lorelei would never expect this. A crippled Pikachu with power that
rivalled Meowthor. As long as Felix could get a good entry, and
Munty's aim was true, he'd stop anything short of a ground-type.
Felix hadn't tested Munty out much in battle. This was his secret
weapon, he didn't want word of it getting out around the training
And now, for the wildcard...
His pen went to the paper, but no ink took to the page. Felix, to put
it bluntly, didn't have a clue.
A Fire type? Nah, Growlithe were_everywhere_in Hellion Town, and the
starter of choice in these parts were Squirtle.
A Water type? But which one? He'd given Seel to his father, Squirtle
were common as, Psyduck was too hard to raise, Horsea was too weak,
Tentacool, wait, didn't Samuraichu have one? Last time he phoned
Felix, he had one sitting on his shoulder.
Perhaps he'd wait, rather than making any decisions at the moment. If
he was going to get a new Pokemon, he'd know it. Which would mean he'd
have to work with his existing team in the elite circuit, not an
appealing thought but a challenge Felix needed. Catching Pokemon just
to fight them seemed stupid and pointless, he'd use the Pokemon he was
comfortable with, and only them. And for the moment, that was his
The buzz of gossamer wings could be heard nearby. Felix turned, to see
Galahad giving Oddish a ride high above the streets of Hellion Town.
While on the subject of returns, Felix was also feeling somewhat less
of a man without his travelling partner Kirsty around, as well as the
rest of the Mount Moon Crew, even if they had snubbed the pair of them
to some extent. Inner circles were like that, he'd ran into, or
(however unwittingly) away from as the case may have been, some other
close-knit groups while he was at school.
For the moment, his main concern was Oddish. Oddish was undoubtedly
the weak link. This hadn't been much of a concern in the Pokemon
League Games' three-on-three competition, and Oddish beat down
Giselle's Cubone anyway, but the fact still remained, the little thing
was a liability.
"What am I thinking," thought Felix, downing the last of his coffee.
"Screw it, Oddish rocks."
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