Chương 1233: 27
One might consider this strange when living in the world of Pokémon, but over the next two weeks, nothing of particular note or importance occurred.
Oh, sure. When Winona was free, we would train together. But those free times were few and far between, especially when she wasn't the only one busy. Even with Janice and Marty back from their respective trips, the workload increased enough for the gym to still need all hands on deck.
Trainers from all over were bombarding the gym. Not only were Fortree City inhabitants making for the Feather Badge, but so too were the trainers from nearby villages and towns. It had gotten to the point that Winona had to increase her battle schedule from twenty a day to thirty, with the local Pokémon Center directed to spare a small selection of their healing Pokémon for Winona's teams.
During this time, I truly got to experience the life of a Gym Leader. Living with Claire had never allotted me this experience, this opportunity. I'd taken to just hiding away in the Dragon's Den when I was in Blackthorn, and never really came to know what she was meant to do. But now I have that knowledge, and with said knowledge came a simple piece of wisdom.
Fuck being a Gym Leader.
As in, there's no way in hell I'll ever own one of these understaffed child-tourist-traps. Call me selfish all you want, but it'll never happen. Never. Claire can offer to groom me as her heir all she damn well wants. I'll refuse each and every time. I might have been tempted once or twice, and who wouldn't be? The prestige of the title, the ability to work by battling, spending the whole of my days wrapped around Pokémon… It sounded like a dream. Sounded, being the key word.
But now? Now that I actually understand the stress of the position and the impossible schedules a Gym Leader has to work around in order to do their job properly?
Yeah, no.
I repeat, fuck being a Gym Leader.
At least things calmed down after the three-week mark of the Gym season had passed, just as Winona said they would. Apparently, that's around the time that most people have had their chance to challenge their nearest Gym. Now that they'd had their fun it was time to return to their work and school duties.
It was still quite busy. Winona was still doing more challenges a day than she wanted to, but at least there wasn't a massive line anymore. And over the next week, it was expected that Winona would be able to gradually return to her twenty-challenge schedule, with the next month reducing it further, though nobody could estimate what the number would settle at this early in the season. Eventually, she'd be able to only have to battle two or three times a day, sometimes even having no battles at all. Life, while hectic, was good.
Plus, I got to meet new people; Janice and Marty, Winona's friends.
Just as she'd said, they were good people. Janice was an older woman, in the middle of her forty's, with short greying-black hair and kind brown eyes. Marty was a fresh-faced twenty-five-year-old man, skinny and tall with long brown hair and a patchy beard. We took to meeting each other quite well, and I'd even been to Marty's house where his wife, Annie, made us a pot pie.
Both of them were undeniably indispensable during the chaos that was the early season. Janice was Winona's immediate assistant, lightening my load and actually teaching me the systems that I was only barely able to use. Marty had actually gotten a promotion during this mess, which was nice for him since it included a pay raise. Always good for a recently married man intending on popping out a few sprogs. He was now the manager of the gym, detailing the day-to-day affairs as well as the general upkeep of the facility.
And me? Well, while I was still working the front desk, I was also getting the opportunity to referee for Winona's matches; me and Baelish. Apparently, it was standard duty for a ref of the Fortree Gym to have a Flying Type on hand, and Baelish was the only one I had that was small and trustworthy enough not to be annoying. Umber would whine in boredom after a while and Rayder was a topic I didn't want to get into. The rest were either too large or too rowdy, or not yet Flying types. It was up to the super-circle-bird.
We'd actually turned refereeing into a small training game. I would make the calls while Baelish would use Psychic to designate the red and green flags, lifting them with his mind alone when necessary. Winona thought it was cute. Her challengers did not appreciate it nearly as much. Apparently they were offended that a Pokémon the size of a melon was acting as their juror.
Bunch of snowflakes.
Not like they mattered. In my mind they weren't even worth being called npc's.
All in all, not a lot has happened.
…
…
Actually, no. I take that back. I need to fucking rant. Two things of note have happened so far. One is funny to me, the other is not.
To start off with, let's stick with the funny. Winona had finally introduced the team from her Journey to my own team, later than intended. So far, I'd only been allowed to interact with Gym specific Pokémon, so that was a treat. And, as one would expect, a team of Flying type at or nearing an Elite level were of interest to my own team. Some were interesting, such as her Shiny Staraptor. Some were unexpected, such as her owning an Electavire. And some were just plain monstrous.
More-so one in particular.
Her Skarmory was a beast, putting it mildly. It was roughly twice the size of Ramsey, nearly thrice the size of Valyrian, and according to Winona, had been the alpha of the Skarmory troupe that made up the Valley of Steel, a place I intend to check out in further detail for Jasmine later on, some seven years ago. It was the epitome of its species, and because Valyrian is a horny and vapid creature, she immediately began to flirt with it; flirting that was instantly reciprocated because he too was a horny and vapid creature.
Ramsey did not approve.
The fight that came about was, to put it mildly, kind of pathetic. Ramsey is strong, there's no question about that. He's an Aerodactyl born with great speed and power, with good precision and heaps of experience. However, even with all of that, he's not been trained and hasn't put in any hours towards self-improvement. I knew myself pretty well, and with that knowledge came the simple understanding that I was not top dog. Lance trounced me, Winona could trounce me whenever she wanted, as could Clare should it be needed. I only beat Drake because I mercilessly took advantage of Teleport, and I'm pretty sure this Skarmory could beat his Dragonite in an honest brawl.
So, when Ramsey was thoroughly trounced and then almost immediately cucked by this alpha male Skarmory, he became sullen, silent, and depressed.
And I took vicious glee in this.
True, it might be mean of me. But it was also true that Ramsey had only really been mean to me up until this point. Valyrian was the reason he joined my roster, and while I could sympathize with somebody in his circumstance (not empathize, it should be noted. For I have never been, nor shall I be, a cuck), I couldn't bring myself to be on his side. Not yet, at least.
I'll wait it out. Eventually, I think I can make a good thing out of this bit of black comedy. Maybe even make Ramsey willing to listen to me for something not involving Valyrian.
But, besides the funny part, there was the annoying.
Rayder evolved.
Normally this would be a good thing, right? And that would be correct to think that! However, Murkrow's evolve by way of Dusk Stones, of which I own only one. And my Murkrow did not know how to keep out of my bags.
I didn't intend to evolve him. I didn't even want to. I'd not had the chance to train him much at all and hadn't broken him out of his knack for being a sticky fingered (or would it be taloned?) pest.
Putting it simply; mistakes were made. Whenever possible, I like to have my Pokémon out and about. Not only does it allow them to get some fresh air, but the more things we do together, the stronger our bond, meaning they're more willing to work with me. Some Pokémon, such as Nagga and Ramsey, I couldn't do this with. Nagga being too large and Ramsey being too wild. But the rest were fine.
Well, here's the problem. I went to sleep and woke up to the sounds of shuffling. Blearily, I looked to the culprit, only the be blinded by silver light, startling the rest of my Pokémon awake. When it died down, there was a Honchcrow preening in the middle of my room, and there was nothing left to do for it.
And, to make it all worse, his personality shifted along with his physical form. Now, not only was he a pest, he was a pest with an ego.
It's been annoying trying to make him shut the hell up. Annoying enough that I haven't been able to really focus too heavily on the rest of my team. And the issue with this is that he just, won't, stop.
I can't quantify it easily. It's just- fuck, he's brought being a pest to levels I didn't think were possible.
If there was one good thing to come about this, it's that Ramsey had a target for his ire. Rayder was learning how far he could push our buttons before we'd sic the oldest member of my team on him. Sometimes he'd do it on his own merit.
…Okay, most of the time he'd do it without needing anybody to ask him to.
Anyways. With all of this being said, I felt it time that I left the Gym for a weekend. The monotony of these past few weeks was finally starting to hit me. Winona had given me permission, actually offering surprise that I hadn't already done this yet. She'd declared that she was just about to kick me out so that I could get some experience in her region down.
To emphasize her seriousness, the moment I left the Gym premises, she went and changed the number pad password to the gym so I couldn't get back in. Which majorly sucked since I left my Pokégear inside, meaning I couldn't call anybody.
Alas, she did not care.
Thus, with nothing to do for it, I released Winter, hopped onto his back, and began to plot out a trip.
And, well, honestly speaking…
I wasn't going to not take advantage of this.
.
My first stop was one I'd intended to make for a while now. In that, it's a stop I've been thinking about for… a couple months?
Wait, really?
That's it?
…Huh. Feels like it's been longer.
Anyway, Winter flew me west, far to the west. To this tiny little settlement, one few people knew about. Only my past with the anime allowed me the ability to know of it. Some hole-in-the-wall place called Lavaridge Town.
Sarcasm, it should be noted, is difficult to showcase in mediums not involving vocalization. I'll chock this one up as a bit of a failure.
Regardless, I had reason to be here. Training under Winona allowed me to learn maneuvers for the Pokémon I possessed that could fly, as well as showing me various counters. However, for my Pokémon that couldn't fly, they were a little left behind.
Meaning that Drogon, Rhaegal, and Nagga were not in the best of positions at the moment. They were still among my strongest and most loyal Pokémon, but their progress was not as quick to show as with the others.
Luckily, Brent Moore, the former Fire Master of the Hoenn Elite Four, had offered to show me some pointers if I showed up. And I wasn't going to not take him up on that. What did I look like, somebody considerate of an elderly man's remaining time?
No. No I was not.
It's difficult to reach Lavaridge Town, however. Located at the southern base of Mt. Chimney, a nesting ground for Fire, Ground and even a few Dragon type Pokémon, Lavaridge Town offered a curious sort of competency to traverse by sky. An active volcano that spews a constant stream of ash and soot into the air, requiring unique and relatively expensive gear to traverse. Gear that I had no intention to buy or rent.
Due to this, and because I know there can be territory disputes and other hazards to deal with, I chose to take an alternate approach. An easier approach.
Meaning, before I arrived in Lavaridge Town, I first made a stop in Mauville City. Very, very pretty place, this Mauville was. Lights and flashes and all. I likened it to Las Vegas, especially with its giant casino and game corners.
I didn't stay for long though. True, I could have had my fun, but… Eh. Not only would I be wasting my money, I wasn't even sure if I could have much fun. Mauville was an adult's playground, and I, sadly, was not in the body of an adult. Such a shame.
Instead, I stopped by for a layover; just for a bit of lunch, really. It was pretty interesting too, the food options. Back in the Orange Islands, the main source of protein comes from Magikarp. There are some Tauros herds bred specifically to be consumed as well, but Magikarp are the staple. In Kanto, Tauros are the primary with Magikarp as the secondary, and in Johto, while both Tauros and Magikarp are consumed on the regular, more Miltank are bred for being eaten than Tauros are.
And in Hoenn, while there are Magikarp and Gyarados here as well, they aren't as common, and thus, are not put down as a key food.
Instead, the replacement staple for Magikarp is Taillow.
Strange, I know. I would have thought they'd use Pokémon like Wailmer and Wailord or Carvahna and Sharpedo, but no. They go for the Flying types. And the reason is pretty simple and reasonable when you think about it.
Overpopulation is what controls eating habits in this world. When there are too many Pokémon of a certain species, we eat them. When they return to normal levels, we return to normal diets. There have been outbreaks in Pokémon populations over the years, and they've almost always been brought down by way of forks and knives.
Pokémon like Magikarp and Taillow however, because they are always overpopulated and can be found with relative ease, have become as consistent with regional diets as berries and vegetables have.
I do myself the favor of not thinking about it too hard. I've seen Nagga eat other Gyarados before, why the hell should I care about eating a Magikarp?
Callousness can be your friend.
Besides, they've got some seriously good wing recipes here. Mmmmmm… Good stuff.
But enough about that! I've got more important things to do.
Like bug Brent Moore.
From Mauville City, all Winter had to do was flying northwest. He didn't even have to put any effort in, a windstream carried him all the way through. All Winter had to do was get in the air, coast for a couple hours, and then land. That was it.
Lavaridge Town was a quaint spot. Famous for its hot springs and sand baths, the geography of the town seemed based on that. Circular buildings with bathing centers littered the landscape, with a few homes and apartment buildings scattered within. It was less of a city or even a town and more of an amalgamation of structures both commercial and not. People were bustling through the streets, milling about, wearing robed garbs traditionally expected of hot spring goers.
I did not join them. I instead went scouring, looking for the Gym. It was harder to find than I expected, but not horrible. As opposed to the rest of the buildings here, it was sat on a hilltop to the south, with only a flight of open stairs connecting it to the remainder of the town. I won't bother lying, I just didn't see it at first. But upon Winter landing, I was able to make out the great symbol of a Poké Ball letting me know it was the Gym.
With nothing to lose and hopefully something to gain, I approached the building and entered through the electric doors.
And was nearly bowled over by an overly rambunctious Arcanine, having a great time sniffing and licking at my face.
"No! Arcanine, get off of our guest! C'mon boy, up, up!" Came Flannery's voice. I couldn't really make her out, what with this giant ball of orange in my way, but her voice was distinctive. One of those piercing ones that made you hope she didn't scream.
Whining, the Arcanine was returned with a flash of red light, and Flannery offered me her hand to stand.
"Welcome to the Lavaridge Gym! Sorry about that, I wasn't expecting Arcanine to-" she stopped talking suddenly, bending down to examine me. Her red eyes were squinted, and her lips were pursed in apparent confusion. "…Do we know each other?"
Wow. It hasn't even been a month. We've got each other's phone numbers.
Great memory. Ten outa ten.
"Er, yeah." I said, blinking. "You watched my match in the Orange Islands. Against Drake, and Luanna too, come to think of it."
"That's right!" She said, snapping her fingers. The shift from confused to bright and cheery was a little jarring, and let me a better look at her face. More specifically, at the lines running over her eyes, and the apparently forced enthusiasm. "Jon Snow, the boy with the dragons! How ya doin? What brings you by?"
"I wanted to talk to your grandfather. And you? You look a little tired."
"Ah," she said, scratching at the back of her crimson mane. "You caught that, huh? Yeah, this year my dad has me taking over the early season matches, since I'll be taking over the Gym soon enough. Wants me to get the experience. I just haven't really been able to get much sleep. Then one of the Gym's Growlithe pups got a hold of a Fire Stone somehow and now we've got a new set of problems to deal with."
"Oof." Winona was an adult and used to this schedule, and she basically sacrificed her nights out for the Fortree Gym. Flannery was still a teenager without that sort of experience, so I could see how it'd be difficult. "Well, at least you've got the weekends off."
She rolled her eyes, beckoning me further inside with a hand to the middle of my back. Walking and talking, as they said. "I guess, but I don't really have much time to look for Pokémon or anything fun. You're probably having a blast though! Starting your Journey in Hoenn, I can't blame you! So, you wanna talk to grampa then challenge me to a Gym Battle? Since you're a friend, I'll make an exception and battle you on a weekend!"
"Would if I could," I said. And I was being serious about that, Flannery was fun and I'm sure my Pokémon would get a kick out of battling her. "However, I'm a Gym Trainer for Winona up in Fortree, so I can't actually challenge you. She gave me the weekend off, and I wanted to visit and get some of Brent opinions before looking for any new Pokémon. I figured he might know some good tips. Plus, when I was battling Drake, he offered to show me some tricks. Maybe even teaching my Gyarados to use a Fire type attack or two."
"That'd be a sight to see," she said, her eyes cloudy. She shook her head, offering me another bright smile. "But back to the topic! Fortree, huh? I thought Winona was really picky about her Gym Trainer's. We're pretty picky too, but we take on four at a time and she only takes one."
"She liked my Pokémon and knew my dad. It was a pretty easy connection, being honest."
Flannery nodded in understanding. "Connections are the easiest way to get ahead, I know that much."
The fact that a thirteen-year-old girl has discovered this fact when most of middle America have not is telling both to the maturity she's showing and to the education offered to the country of my birth.
Flannery led me to a garden with exotic flowers and berries growing without restraint. Fire type Pokémon were lazing about in the garden, enjoying the overhead sun. Growlithe and Houndour pups were playing without concern, watched over by a steely eyed Quilava. A few others were hanging around, such as Numel and Magby, but there weren't any larger or more special Fire types to be seen.
At the back of the garden, behind an easel holding a canvas, was Brent Moore, studiously working on a portrait of a the Quilava keeping watch of the other Pokémon.
"Grampa!" Flannery shouted, causing a chain reaction of the Pokémon all turning towards her, rushing her, which then caused Quilava to bark and rush off to fend them off, which then caused Brent to curse for he lost his portraits centerpiece.
A fun turn of events.
Turning towards us, a reprimand probably on the tip of his tongue, he eyed me for a second before apparently connecting the dots. "Jon Snow, as I live and breathe! Well, this is a surprise, a surprise indeed!"
"Hi, Mr. Moore."
He walked over with an outstretched hand. I shook it, happy to be recognized in any fashion. For I am, indeed, a bit of an attention whore.
"Welcome, welcome! What brings you by, hm?"
"You actually," I admitted. "You offered some tips to me if I came by the Gym, and I had the weekend off."
"I did? Oh, of course I did! Ha ha ha!"
That wasn't him laughing. That was him literally saying the word Ha three times.
…There are so many weird people here, man.
"Well then, why don't you and I take a walk to my quarters. We can discuss some things there. Sound fine?"
"Er, sure."
"Perfect! And Flannery, would you be a dear and start herding the younglings back to their pens. I believe they're down for a nap."
She groaned, but wordlessly began to comply, that Quilava hot on her heels, herding the puppy Pokémon towards a different path.
"Now then," Brent began to walk in the opposite direction, motioning for me to follow him. I did. "I won't lie to you, the wording of my promise escapes me. But I did offer you some help, and I mean to do so, but I would also like something from you."
Unconsciously, my eyes began to narrow. "What something would that be."
"Oh, nothing too grand. Just, ah… Well, flowery words won't do us any good here, so I'll just be blunt. I want you to stud your Charmeleon on one of the Gym Ditto."
Hell. Fucking. "No."
Brent fell over with my blunt statement. "No?! But, but why?"
There are plenty of reasons why. The simplest one being that I didn't want to pimp out my Pokémon, not yet at least. Drogon isn't even a Charizard! "Because you haven't told me what I'll get for doing that. Training is a vague statement; I don't know if it'd be worth the return. And besides, he's never mated with anything in his life. It's not something that easy to handle."
"It is something easy to handle. Quite easy, actually. Ditto can produce pheromones upon transforming into a Pokémon's opposite sex that entices them, and when paired with Sweet Scent and such, most Pokémon will be under their spell within the span of a few minutes."
And when you add on that Drogon knows Attract, well... It's worrisome.
Also helpful. But still, worrisome.
No, I'm not about to think about letting this happen without a clear-cut reason. "What would I get out of it. That's more important."
"Training from somebody that used to be in the Elite Four, of course!"
"And do you know what I need training in? The only Fire type I have is my Charmeleon, and while I would love your help with him, Charizard is one of the most sought-after Pokémon there are, and there's a ton of articles on how to raise them properly available. Hell, I have the contact information of Lance Blackthorn. If I were really desperate for help with Drogon, I'd call him."
"Er," he floundered, having not expected me to not take him up in an instant. And thus, the austere image I held towards him as a former member of the Elite Four was washed away. Such a shame. "I- ah, well! If training isn't what you'd want in return for a stud, what would settle you?"
"I don't know," I told him. "I don't really want money right now, and I don't really know what a good deal would be. Offer me something."
And thus, he began to spew idea after idea. Each idea was summarily rejected, for none of them held my interest. What good was a Fire stone for me? Why would I want a Growlithe? And a Wingull? Yes, I'm a Flying type trainer, but those are beach pests that can be found anywhere. Not equal to a Charmander egg by any stretch.
Eventually, we arrived in his quarters, where a Japanese style room with tatami mat floors and paper-thin walls were on display. A small table was sat in the middle of the room, with a handful of cushions around it. He knelt down on one of the cushions, then offered me the spot across from him.
"You've rejected every offer I've made." He said, frowning unhappily.
"You haven't offered me anything I want." I said in return, unhappy with this whole circumstance. This was not how I intended for my visit to go.
"Well then tell me what I could give you that would work!" He said, frustrated.
I frowned at him. "What do you want this so badly, anyway?" Yes, Charmander are rare. But there are breeders out there and the Elite Four, former or not, had well-to-do salaries. He could afford one.
Slumping, Brent spoke. "Flannery's fourteenth birthday is coming up soon. She's not had the chance to go on a Journey due to her Gym duties, and her father, my son Ashton, does not understand the difference between personal Pokémon and Gym Pokémon. All of her Pokémon were gifted to her by me, because any others she'd caught were brought into the Gym systems. Shame too, for she's been lucky enough to capture a wild Combusken, but he took it before she could bond the creature. Alas… I wanted to give her something special this year, and then we met you, with a shiny Charmeleon of all things, and I knew that whatever came from its loins would be just right for her."
What a sweet, sweet story.
Shame I don't care.
"Well at least I know why you're bugging me about this," I grumbled. "But sentimentality doesn't matter. I need something useful before I even think about giving you what you want. I thought you had money, anyway. Can't you just buy one?"
He raised his arm and pinched his brow in understanding, the sleeve of his robe falling to his elbow with the motion, showcasing a beaded wristband with a light blue gem as its centerpiece. "I suppose this was ill thought. And no, I can't buy one. I spend my League pension on the Gym itself: repairs and upgrades and additions. Due to our base of operations being in an unideal locale, we get fewer trainers, and thus a smaller stipend from the League. Of the few funds I keep for myself, I use them to take small trips. Charmander are expensive, however. Probably as much as a couple new rooms for the Gym. So, when all is said and done, I suppose it'd be best if I just end this line of thought-"
"Yeah, no."
Brent opened his eyes, blatantly confused. "No?"
"No. Give me your bracelet and I'll let you stud."
He shifted at that, actually covering the item with his spare hand. With narrowed eyes, he spoke. "Why do you want this?"
"It's a Key Stone, isn't it?"
"How do you even know what a Key Stone is? That's a protected piece of information! Flannery doesn't even know yet!"
"In the time that we last spoke, I discovered a new Mega Stone, and captured the Pokémon able to make it function." I admitted. No point in beating around the bush.
Look, man. My Mega Stone was rare as all hell. Key Stones, while not as rare in one way, are rare in others. Mega Stones are formed when a certain type of energy is fueled towards the nests of a Pokémon species. Key Stones, though… None of the Pokémon Professors know how Key Stones are made. Sure, there are more around, but nobody knows how to pinpoint them.
Meaning, it's entirely possible that even though I found a Mega Stone, I'll never find a Key Stone.
I wasn't going to lose out on this chance. If I had to pimp Drogon out for the chance to make him, and the rest of my Pokémon, stronger, so be it.
"Ho?" Brent hummed, regarding me with a bit more wariness. "You've a shiny Charmeleon, a King Gyarados, and you've found a newly discovered Mega Stone? What is your luck? Have you been touched by Victini?"
…I mean, maybe?
What the hell's a Victini?
He shook his head. "It matters not, I intended to give this to Flannery upon her taking over the Gym proper. I would rather not part with it."
Rather not did not mean he would not. It wasn't a refusal.
I've got a chance.
"Look, I want the Key Stone. You want a Charmander egg. Do you even have a Mega Stone that Flannery could use?"
"No," he admitted. "But I believe I could find one."
"Then why don't you believe you'd be able to find another Key Stone."
"Because I-" he stopped talking, considering. As in, his mouth was still open, his words of rebuttal on the tip of his tongue, but without the verbiage meant to accompany.
"Because…?" I asked.
"Because… nothing. I- Huh. Well, alright, you've a deal!"
Great, and now to attempt to enable my teenage Pokémon to rut with the living equivalent of a fleshlight.
What could go wrong?"
.
"What're you two doing?" Flannery asked roughly an hour later.
We were sat in front of a heavy door, playing checkers of all things, trying to make conversation to drown out the noises coming from the other side.
"Nothing much." We said. Then we looked at one another, because it was creepy to talk at the same time.
"Right…" Flannery said, humoring us. "Well, lunch is gonna be ready soon. Are you going to join us, Jon?"
I moved my piece, then cursed when Brent took four of my own. Checkers was never my game.
"Yeah," I said, tossing my pieces into a little sack. The sign for forfeit. "Yeah, I think I will."
"Sweetness. We've got some taco's and Pecha berries."
"Sounds-" A thumping echoed on the other side of the door, rhythmic and rough. I coughed. "Sounds great."
Flannery narrowed her eyes, looking at the door. "Hey… What's going on in there?"
"Nothing you need to worry about, my dear." Brent said, standing. He made to move, only to have to bar his granddaughter when she made to open the door.
"What gives?"
"It's a part of your birthday surprise, my dear. I'd rather you wait in anticipation."
She eyed him shrewdly, but then shrugged and led me to their dining room.
And if I heard the howl of "DIIIIIITOO~~~" as we walked, well, I wasn't going to comment.
Not when I had this fancy little bangle around my wrist.
Winter/Pidgeot – Male
Moves: Tackle, Gust, Sand Attack, Agility, Double Team, Whirlwind, Quick Attack, Wing Attack, Steel Wing, Twister, Hyper Beam, Sunny Day, Heat Wave, Attract, Rest, Sky Attack, Aerial Ace
Ability: Keen Eye
Thoros/Gliscor – Male
Moves: Sludge Bomb, Slash, Poison Sting, Metal Claw, Dark Pulse, Dig, Guano, Attract, Steel Wing, Iron Tail, Sandstorm, Ice Fang, Crunch
Ability: Sand Veil
Valyrian/Skarmory – Female
Moves: Steel Wing, Wing Attack, Cut, Peck, Screech, Metal Claw, Metal Sound, Slash, Night Shade, Steel Wing, Icy Wing, Sky Attack, Iron Head, Attract, Dark Pulse, Aerial Ace, Iron Defense
Ability: Sturdy
Drogon/Charmeleon – Male(Shiny)
Moves: Growl, Scratch, Ember, Ancient Power, Attract, Iron Tail, Metal Claw, Sunny Day, Bite, Flamethrower, Dragon Rage, Dragon Claw, Dig, Protect
Ability: Blaze
Viserion/Dragonair – Male
Moves: Leer, Wrap, Thunder Wave, Water Pulse, Attract, Water Gun
Ability: Shed Skin
Baelish/Natu – Male
Moves: Peck, Leer, Night Shade, Calm Mind, Protect, Teleport, Flash, Confuse Ray, Psychic
Ability: Synchronize
Nagga/Gyarados – Male
Moves: Splash, Tackle, Bite, Leer, Thunderbolt, Thunder Wave, Ice Fang, Crunch, Body Slam, Headbutt, Iron Head, Twister, Dragon Rage, Thunder
Ability: Intimidate
Aerodactly/Ramsey – Male
Moves: Iron Head, Hyper Beam, Wing Attack, Bite, Roar, Crunch, Take Down, Supersonic, Headbutt, Rest, Stealth Rock, Earthquake
Ability: Rock Head
Rayder/Honchkow – Male
Moves: Astonish, Pursuit, Peck, Wing Attack, Taunt, Haze, Perish Song, Dark Pulse
Ability: Super Luck
Jon Snow – Male
Date: Mar 26
Orange League: Complete
Held Pokémon: Pidgeot, Gliscor, Skarmory, Charmeleon, Dragonair, Natu, Gyarados, Aerodactyl, Murkrow
Stored Pokémon: Shelgon, Onix, Kabuto(x2), Kabutops(x2), Omanyte(x2), Omastar(x2), Delibird
Currency: 12,740
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