by InsaneLlama
Shortly after random left, Insanellama, Lonewolf, Icy, X, Toocold, and Firestorm, went down to the main floor. Lonewolf, Icy, and Insanellama caught up on their experiences as they walked. “There’s the market booths over there” said Insanellama. Insanellama immediately bought a moon-stone for when his nidoran female should become a nidorina, and when it wanted to evolve to a nidoqueen. There were a few Australian trainers in one corner, showing off their skill with a whip.
“I’m gonna go make a hustle real quick and get some more cash,” said insanellama, taking his whip out of his backpack. Insanellama walked over to them, as they each tried to one-up one another. They were trying to hit smaller and smaller targets. “I’ll bet you I can take one hair off of one of yer heads, and leave the others un-touched,” said Insanellama.
A trainer took off his hat and walked about 10 feet away. “How much are we bettin, say 100 dollars each?” said Insanellama. The 14 other trainers got out their money. If this doesn’t work, Insanellama would be broke. He walked over to the man, and said “That’s the one I’m takin off,” touching one of the man’s hairs with his finger. Then he walked back ten feet, turned and “SNAP!” and one hair fell to the ground, the one he pointed to earlier. Insanellama collected his cash, and moved back into the market district with the others.
He walked over to a man who was selling cowboy hats. “Got any stetsons?” asked Insanellama. The man pointed to a rack of particularly good looking hats. Insanellama bought a black one, and put the old arbok skin headband on it. He saw a group of guys wearing cowboy hats not to far away.
“Howdy there,” he said yelling to them. They walked over.
“Hi there,” said one in a poorly done southern drawl.
“You wanna buy a ponyta,” asked another.
“Let me see it,” said Insanellama. The ponyta was in poor health, and looked like it was poisoned. “Yea I’ll buy it,” said Insanellama, as he saw the whip scars on it’s back. He didn’t want a Ponyta to remain with such an obviously abusive trainer. When he received the pokeball, he walked away in disgust. “Posers,” said Insanellama to his friends, “Aint a one of 'em in the bunch that’s ever ridden the trails, or knows how to treat a pokemon.” He quickly turned around drawing his whip, “SNAP!” and the trainer’s hat went flying. “Wear it when you earn it, or not at all” said Insanellama.
“Hey, you sorry piece of trail trash, I want a match,” said the man. It was apparent to Insanellama that the man wouldn’t be fighting alone. He turned and whispered to Firestorm, Icy, and Toocold,
“Cover me, if the others try to join in, fire, ice, and shock therapy.” He turned and said to the man, “I’ll show you a real horse pokemon, one that has grown through AFFECTION!, RAPIDASH GO!”
The man laughed and said “Wartortle go!” A sick, tired, and abused looking pokemon came out of the pokeball. “Water beats fire easily,” said the man.
“Not if the water-pokemon is trained by you,” said Insanellama.
“Hahaha, you’re rapidash can’t do a thing to my Wartortle, fire attacks don’t do jack.” said the man.
“Rapidash’s got a few more tricks up her bridle than those,” said Insanellama. “RAPIDASH STOMP NOW!” Rapidash’s hooves, which are 10 times harder than diamonds, came crashing down on wartortle. It fainted. Firestorm was impressed with Rapidash’s performance, being an avid fire-trainer. “Give me half your cash, wait better yet, give me your pokédex and your pokéballs, you don’t deserve to be a trainer,” said Insanellama.
The man handed over his pokédex, and 2 pokéballs. Wartortle, and Porygon. Insanellama tossed the porygon to Icy, knowing he wanted one, and kept the Wartortle. They walked away from the crowd of posers, and headed towards the ship’s pokécenter. Insanellama sat down and began tending to the ponyta, patching small wounds, and medicating scar tissue. Icy took the wartortle over to the desk to be revived. When icy returned with the wartortle and Porygon, Insanellama began doing the same process to them, as ponyta.
To Be Continued…
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