The boy sighed as he leaned back to look at the sky, “I just need to find a Pokemon that’ll help balance my team.” With a shrug, he added, “I don’t even know if an Electric type will help, I just need… something good.”
The issue had been bothering him for a while. Barry knew his current team was strong, and while he managed to cover most of their weaknesses with their attacks, he didn’t want to take any chances. He knew it was what everyone wanted at the start of their journey, to be the best trainer ever. Of course, after a few months of traveling and training, some decided to go down another path, like contests or specializing in just one type. But Barry didn’t want that, his father had always said that a good trainer had to have enough knowledge to beat anyone, no matter who they were or what type of Pokemon they trained.
Besides, he only had four Pokemon in his team, there was so much room for improvement, and he was wasting it! Barry ran a hand through his hair, murmuring the type weaknesses his team had for what felt the millionth time. With a frustrated sigh, he dropped his head on his hands, massaging his temples, feeling a headache forming.
“Gee…” Volkner started, “you’re pretty hung up on that. Aren’t you?” He turned with his chin in his palm, to look at the younger boy. “I don’t think it’s do much what Pokémon you get, or even it’s type. It’s more, what you make of them.” Am I growing a beard? Going grey? Because that sounded a lot more ‘deep’ than I’d intended it to be. ”If you want a really good team, you should have balanced stats all-round and a good variation of types. Though the latter doesn’t matter too much if you have the former covered.” He rambled, it wasn’t the best advice, it was a little vague too. But it worked for Volkner…
“You’re still young and whatever, you don’t need to get so caught up in a good Pokémon team.” He said, he remembered when he was just as young as Barry, he only had 3 Pokémon at the time. He didn’t really care about type advantages or stats, until after his fourth year.
If Barry was so desperate for a good team, and kept thinking about stuff like that… “What Pokémon do you have? …What do you want to be when you graduate? A Gym Leader? Trainer? Elite Four?” Volkner asked, he felt like he had spoken more today than he usually would’ve. To be honest, he’d met people in his year who were much much more laid-back and lazy, everyone kind of slacked off and that’s what Volkner had expected from most people in Tajiri… Though, seeing Barry so energetic and hyped up about things made Volkner think otherwise. He kept thinking of positions in the Pokémon world where you needed to be a good trainer.
“A Champion?” ‘Who here doesn’t want to be the Champion.’ He sighed. This was going nowhere, but Volkner still enjoyed the human interaction.
She listened as he spoke, and her eyebrow raised when he said he cared. When he corrected himself, she laughed. She understood what he meant. It was funny how he described himself to be average. He didn’t seem the normal “average”. He seemed more well-adjusted than the majority of the older people at the school.
His question brought her back from her thoughts. “Why not be how I am right now?” She repeated. “Because, I want to become a Psychic Gym Leader. I don’t want to be known as a “talkative woman”. I want to be known as someone who needs to be feared when battled.” She glanced at him. She was aware of how strange she sounded, but she didn’t care. It was how she felt. She didn’t want to be brushed away by others. She wanted attention from those she battled.
He listened to her, hearing her out… ‘A Psychic Gmy Leader huh’, Volkner knew very well that Psychic types (people and Pokemon-wise) were generally… reserved… Calm, kind of mysterious too. But to change yourself into something like that must take a lot of self-will. “Oh, well I guess that’s a pretty valid reason.” He said absent-mindedly, Volkner was still a little confused as to why anyone would do that, but he didn’t let it show, obviously. Feeling a little mean for thinking that, he quickly shrugged the thought away. “Well, how’s that going for you? Being feared yet?” He asked a little jokingly, though his face and voice didn’t really give it away.
Volkner aspired to be a good trainer, but his parents had told him about how the Gym Leader in his hometown is retiring so… “I guess we’re in the same boat.” He said. He too liked the idea of being a Gym Leader, even if he wasn’t planning on being one at all from the get-go, he still wanted to be someone who people looked up to. Now that he thought about it, he was a bit like Sabrina in this way, it wasn’t that he wanted power, he wanted… Respect? “So where’re you from Sabrina?” Talking to her for this long and not knowing much about her made Volkner realise just how much he was talking today, to another human being no less.
“I’m not the best with interacting with people. Everyone is able to joke around easily, while I’m more of a proper speaking person.” She began. “I don’t curse, I make awkward sexual references, that aren’t supposed to be sexual… I’m rather an oddball to others.” She stopped momentarily. “I’m also pretty talkative as awkward moments, and I can trail off when no one really cares.” She sighed, gently, and placed her hands in her lap. “I’m a big ball of awkward.” She finished.
“So, uh. What are you like?” She asked, trying to take the “spotlight” off of herself. “You come off as pretty casual and light. You seem very cool. Does that come with age?” She asked, hoping maybe she’d become “cool” as well.
“Well, ‘jokers’ can be jerks too, sometimes.” He huffed a little, looking out at the courtyard. Volkner may have been seen as calm and quiet but that didn’t mean he didn’t have to deal with people. He’d met a lot, some better than others, by far. Sabrina was a nice girl. And from what he was told, she was just misunderstood at times…
“Don’t worry. I care about you.” His eyes widened a little at what he just said. He didn’t mean it in a creepy way or anything, he did only just meet the girl. ‘But how do I say it…’ “I mean, I’m listening.” He corrected himself. He didn’t want Sabrina to get the wrong idea, but to be honest. Volkner liked talkative people, seeing as he himself didn’t talk much, he preferred listening to people rather than talk himself..-
“Oh?” ‘‘Cool and light’ huh’. “Well, I don’t say much… I guess by not speaking, I’m considered, ‘cool’…?” he sort of said-asked. He knew he was a calm kid, many people told him that, and something big had to make him show his more ‘passionate’ side. “I’d say I’m average, maybe a little cool, yeah, average…” He leaned back, dragging out the last word, a small smile making its way onto his face.
“Uh, I don’t really know.” He answered shortly. To be honest, Volkner knew lots of people his age who were pretty loud and talkative and pretty uncool. “I guess you might grow to be calm and cool. But what’s the point? Why not just be how you are right now?” he asked, he was curious about stuff like this. He hardly ever got any insight into a girl’s mind anyways.
As she continued training rigorously, Misty felt like she was being watched by someone. She shook her head and without looking around the stadium she brushed off the uneasy feeling and continued shouting orders at her Pokemon.
It wasn’t until her Pokemon stopped in their tracks to stare pointedly at something or rather someone behind her that Misty turned around to see what the problem was,”Huh?”
A boy, probably her age or older, was sitting on the nearby stands and watching her train. Misty did not recognize the blue eyed blonde sitting on the spectator stands giving off a cool air and watching her. It didn’t matter if she didn’t know him at all, she could feel the anger slowly seeping through her veins and she knew she was about to blow up at him. But it was quickly overpowered by embarrassment as she didn’t know how to react! She definitely didn’t want to start of on a bad terms with a complete stranger.
Trying to keep her anger in check and hoping that her face was not as red as her hair, Misty questioned the stranger, “Can I help you?”
Volkner paused his own train of thoughts when the water Pokémon did in their tracks. They suddenly stopped mid-swim and looked up at him, giving Volkner quite an unwelcoming look. Then, the red-head paused in confusion and slowly looked up at him, noticing him…
There was a kind of horrified look? A sort of shocked one too, mixed in with a little blushing. ‘I thought looking wouldn’t hurt’ he thought, ‘eh, maybe it does.’ he mused to himself, starting to drift off and think of how awkward this is or could be.
“Can I help you?”
The question brought him back to Earth, he thought that the girl would’ve been too into the training to even notice him… ‘Seems my sneaking skills aren’t up to par’. He stiffly waved at her, trying not to come off as a total creep, he stood up -hoping to show her some respect that way?- and put his hands in his pocket. “Hey, uh, no not really. I’m okay… Just watching.” he said, a little smile forming on his lips, watching someone else train was pretty interesting, maybe he could use some of those strategies in training his own Lanturn… There was a little-big awkward silence which followed afterwards, Volkner didn’t really know what to do in this situation asides from introducing himself.
“I’m Volkner, Seventh Year, Stone. ” He listed, thinking of what else to say. “Uh, you?” he asked, trying to sound friendly. “I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable. It was actually quite interesting.” he stated forwardly.
Misty grinned as she watched her Lanturn and Quagsire race each other as she trained her Pokemon in one of the huge indoor swimming pools of the academy. As she had decided, she was back on her schedule and today she had woken up early in order to train. She wanted the whole pool to herself, and hence she knew that early morning would be the best time to train as nobody would be around to disturb her.
“You’re both doing so well!” She cheered for them with the rest of her Pokemon. Lanturn let out a disappointed sound as Quagsire beat her to the finish line.
“I’m sure you’ll do better next time.” Misty smiled as Lanturn swam back towards her. Quagsire swam around the pool with a triumphant look on his face. Misty chuckled, “Come over here, you!”
Despite of being woken up so early, all her Pokemon seemed to be in a good mood. They listened to her and trained hard. Misty was a little surprised since Blastoise was not a fan of early morning and yet he seemed to enjoy himself.
After the little race and a little splashing contest, she cleared her throat, “So now we’re going to work on speed.”
Lapras and Blastoise were heavy pokemon and she desperately needed to come over the obstacle of speed. Quagsire and Jellicent were her fastest Pokemon so she let them lead as the Pokemon started swimming back and forth around the pool. She joined them because trainers needed to work on their stamina just like their Pokemon.
Misty swam with her Pokemon and kept a check on everybody’s speed, hoping not to be disturbed by anyone.
Volkner yawned and stretched his arms, walking by the Sports buildings around the campus. He’d been able to get an early night last night, so he woke up a little earlier than usual this morning. The sun was hidden behind a few clouds, which was good, seeing as Volkner was still a little bleary-eyed. He’d nothing much to do today, no lessons aside from some clubs…
Somebody’s shouting (or cheering rather), brought his attention to the Academy’s Pool. The door was open, so Volkner decided to take a quick looksee at what was happening inside. He quietly stepped inside and was greeted by the smell of chlorine, great... However, he saw some Pokemon in the pool, and a red-headed girl about his age was in the middle of the water-types. She was talking to them and swimming and probably training her Pokemon…
Volkner took a seat by one of the nearby stands near the back, he’d nothing to do just like any other day, and decided it’d be fun to watch other’s train their Pokemon. He saw the Lapras and Blastoise, which he knew were both very strong Pokemon, and also a Lanturn, much like his own. He quietly observed the trainer, whom he guessed was another student, train and talk to her Pokemon. It was interesting, since he never really specialised in Water-types, but something else that struck him was that he didn’t know who she was. Then again though, ‘Tajiri is a big place with lots of people…’
“Still, I shouldn’t have become a volcano and erupted on you…” She trailed off, barely realizing her sentence. Her eyes grew wide, her face became flushed, and she shook her head. “Oh! Oh, crap. That did not come out right… Today just isn’t my day…” Embarrassed, Sabrina looked to her hands, as though her hands could fix the situation and make everything better. “Sorry.” A deep sigh, she glanced at him. “As you can tell I can be pretty horrible around people. I just don’t like people very much.”
She realized that her impression was becoming more and more improper, and that she was probably making her upper year student uncomfortable. “I should probably just go back to my dorm room, and go to bed.” She winced, waiting for his reply.
Volkner looked calmly on at the little scene if front of him, he smiled a little at her. “It’s okay,” he said, “everyone has bad days.” He said quietly. He studied her for a second, her red rosy cheeks and the distressed look on her face. He sighed a little, it wasn’t as if it was such a big deal… But Sabrina obviously wanted to apologise for her apparently bad attitude, though it didn’t really affect Volkner much… “To be honest, it wasn’t much really. You didn’t explode you just…” he trailed off, trying to find the right words to say, “acted the way anyone would. Maybe even better.” Truth be told, Volkner had thought that the way she reacted to her lunch going everywhere was pretty… not-as-big-as-it-could’ve-been. He’d expected worse anyways.
“Hmm, well, no one’s forcing you to like people.” He said absent-mindedly. “I guess it just takes time for some to get used to… People.” He drifted off a little, looking at the white clouds outside. However what Sabrina said next caught his attention, “oh?” he said a little surprised. ‘Did she not like me?’ Volkner thought, “are you feeling alright? If not then, I can take you to the nurse or something…?” He didn’t know what he was saying but, he also didn’t know what she was feeling. Though he could sense something is a little off with the younger year… “Are you okay?”
“I already know about Zapdos, he isn’t a legendary Pokemon just because of nothing. It’s obvious that he’d be the strongest.” Barry responded absentmindedly, still lost in thought about electric types available for him to catch and train. He wondered if he had made the right choice asking this guy for advice. When he was young, Barry had watched a documentary about the legendary birds, after the boy heard about something, he got obsessed with it until he couldn’t find anymore information about the subject, and sometimes even after that he was still hungry for knowledge.
When Volkner mentioned tutoring, the blond’s thoughts froze, he considered the question for a moment. He was used to quick sessions of 20 questions with his teachers, where he rambled and discussed their answers, quickly asking more and more until he got to a conclusion. Professor Cynthia was the one who was used to this more than anyone, being the only teacher who was as interested in legends as him.
“It’ll be alright, I guess. If you can be of help, of course.” The blond added the last part under his breath, snickering when he remembered how Volkner had stated the obvious when asked a simple question. The boy wrote a few Pokemon species to look into later, before introducing himself. “I’m Barry, third year.” After his first year at Tajiri Academy, the boy had gotten used to say his current year after meeting people, as they often thought he was younger because of his attitude or his height.
Volkner yawned and cracked a smile, “I think the point of tutoring is so that I can help you.” He said a little cheekily. So a third year, huh. Volkner didn’t really have ‘junior’ year friends, they were kind of just there to him. Though he certainly looked a lot younger than 14…
“The main thing you should know about Electric types…” He started lazily, “is that they’re Speed and Special Attack stats are generally pretty high.” It really didn’t take a genius to figure that out, electric Pokemon are similar to Electricity itself. Their speed and power was what Volkner liked about them -they could finish battles in a blink of an eye. He started thinking of all the different kinds of Electric Pokemon there were, his mind drifting off a bit. As a child, he thought about catching them all and raising them to be strong and powerful -much like his current team- though once he enrolled into Tajiri, somehow his dream wasn’t so important anymore. Volkner’s head jolted a bit as he came back to Earth, hearing all the chattering of the students around them. He tended to drift off quite a lot… His teachers sometimes scolded him for doing so.
“What do you want to ask, I have pretty much all the time in the world.” Well, that was a lie, but he did have quite a bit of free time. He’d challenge the young boy for a battle, so maybe he could learn a thing or two like that. But that wasn’t too fair since Volkner was a Seventh Year afterall… He shrugged off.
“I’m sixteen, and I have only three classes a day.” She looked at him, studying his expressions. He seemed extremely laid back, and a little nervous, but she couldn’t blame him. She did go ape sh*t on him, over her lunch. “My next class isn’t for a little while. What about you?” She was curious, but, as he just said, he was in a higher class level than she was, so it’d be normal for him not to have too many classes.
Finishing her lunch, she glanced at him, and became a little flustered. “I’m sorry for how I acted earlier. I shouldn’t have yelled, or carried on, that way. And for that, I’m sorry.” Sabrina hated apologizing for things, but she knew that for things to be decent between the two, she needed to apologize. “Also, thanks for buying my lunch…”
Oh, right. The way the school system worked had slipped his mind, despite the fact that his timetable was very much like her’s (3 classes a day etc.). “I, don’t think I have any lessons at all today.” He said. Though, he still liked to wear his school jumper because it was soft and had grown on him since his first year. He wore some faded jeans, his belt with his Pokeballs, a plain white shirt and his beige school jumper (which was maybe a little too big…). He didn’t tend to wear his loungewear around the school, seeing as he’d still have to see people.
Volkner’s attention went back to the young purple-haired girl in front of him, hearing her apology he really didn’t know why she had apologised -it was his fault after all… He put on a sincere smile, or at least, tried to. “It’s nothing.” He said, though he felt that was a little short since this girl was trying to apologize, something even he could see -even if he is a total dork at the subject of people. “It’s not like, you went crazy at me or anything. Besides, it was only a little mishap… ” Which I caused, Volkner thought. “It’s okay, think nothing of it.” He said airily.
Sure, he wasn’t usually so open around strangers or acquaintances even, but he was having one of those moments where he just wanted to get to know people. He looked at the young girl again, her hair in a messy bun and she sat a little upright too. Volkner supposed that she wasn’t exactly one to be cutesy, or even open to people, much like him. Though one thing that did catch his interest was her personality and well, attitude. She’d been acting a little normal around him, most people had known him to be quite a level-headed and quiet (and quite laid-back) type of guy. And with the fact that he was in the Seventh Year, some people even found him, ‘intimidating’. To be honest, he quite liked her presence even if they had just met by accident.
She nodded, but didn’t want to seem like a complete asshole to this fella. The two teens began to walk to the cafe, not speaking at first. As they continued walking, Sabrina noticed his gait, his electric hair, and his aurora. He seemed to have a laid back charm, instead of an arrogant one. Sabrina felt as if things were too quiet, robotic. She decided to speak up. “My name is Sabrina,” she began. “I’m in the House of Stone, and I’m a fifth year. You?” She quietly asked. They rounded the corner and entered the cafe. Both went to the line, and she reordered. It only totaled to five dollars and seventy-five cents. The other paid for it, and she took the tray, as she said a thank you, then she went over to the table.
Volkner hummed quietly to himself as the cafeteria’s bustling and noise filled his ears. He followed the young girl, and ordered a tea himself. He took out his wallet and paid the cashier, watching the young girl choose a table. Volkner cupped the hot cup of tea, covering the sleeves of his jumper around his hands and trying not to spill it on the floor. He finally sat down facing her, at a small table by a big glass panel near the courtyards. “Oh,” he almost forgot about her question and introduction, “I’m Volkner.” He said a little quietly, “I’m a seventh year in Stone… Seems like we’re in the same house, huh.” He thought out loud. Truth be told, he had never really seen this girl before… He could always make a new friend.
Volkner watched the people outside, lounging around on the grass. Hearing Sabrina’s cutlery scrape gently across her plate. “Sorry about earlier,” he said. After a little silence and a sip of his tea, “So you’re about, 15? 16?” he asked, there wasn’t much he could do to lighten up the mood really -so he might as well find out more about his bumpee. She did look it, with a kind of teen edge to her in her attire. The cafeteria started to empty as most people’s lunch hour had ended, but Sabrina still stay seated and eating her lunch right in front of him. “Uh, don’t you have lessons to go to?” He asked.