Chapter Six: Fear And Loathing in Cerulean and Vermilion (Part 4)
I enter the Captain's room, only to see a very seasick old man in the wrong business. Perhaps he hasn't earned enough of a pension to retire comfortably? In any case, fortunately, there's a young man rubbing his back. I quickly check my wallet, and, yes, he's a dead ringer for Clint. I borrowed a photograph of him from one of Bill's albums. "Clint?" He looks up, wire-rim glasses sliding down his pale face. Classic computer nerd. Definitely looks like he can help Bill. And stop me getting Double-Edged.
"Yes? How do you know my name?"
"Bill sent me to find you. There's been a bit of an accident with his teleportation device... Long story short, he's got the body of a Clefairy. He says you can help."
"Not again... When will he learn that man is not meant to teleport?"
"He does realise that he could just catch an Abra on Route 24 and teleport with that, right? It's right beside his house!"
"He's too stubborn to give up on this project... Listen, pal, can you look after the Captain here? I need to go to Bill's..." Clint sighed. "Looks like I won't be getting home for a while... Damn it, Bill..." And with that, he left. Now, I don't want to sound completely heartless, but, there's no way in hell I'm patting someone's back while they throw up into a bin. No. The very sound of someone vomiting makes me want to puke. That said, there's a CD on his desk that looks very interesting... The Captain looks like the sort of guy who'd listen to Queen. Or, maybe I'll get absurdly lucky, and it'll be the Ace Attorney soundtrack... "Pursuit - Cornered" rocks my socks. He's too busy puking to notice, so, I swipe the CD, and run like hell. Conveniently, just as I get off, the S.S. Anne departs for the open sea. I think I just got away with theft. Score. However, the CD is actually titled "Cut". Sounds like an emo band... Great. Closer inspection reveals that it's a duplicate of the Cut HM I nabbed from Blue.
Back at the Pokemon Centre, I rent a room. Nurse Joy actually has a CD player, which she allows me to borrow. May as well check out Cut HM's music... To me, it just sounds like white noise... But Seedan and Scraban react a little differently. They burst from their Pokeballs, ears pricked up. Perhaps they can hear something different... Scraban leaps into the air, claws outstretched, and cleaves straight down one of the curtains. Dammit, I knew I should have had him housetrained! There's an unpleasant addition to my bill... The Pokedex beeps, informing me that Scraban has learned Cut, which, apparently, acts as a machete in the jungle - I can cut down small trees with it. Wow. Because it's not like I could just use a saw. Or, God forbid. I simply go around a tree. Seedan looks like he wants to use it too, but I decide against it. I only need one machete.
The next morning, it's time to challenge the Vermilion Gym. Lo and behold, it's blocked by shrubbery... Seedan pops out, and gives a low growl. He really doesn't like this stuff. Maybe its pollen, or nectar is poisonous to Ivysaurs? Well, in any case, Scraban slices it up good, and Seedan tramples the remains. The gym itself seems dangerous. Electricity surges across the ceiling, and a powerful forcefield protects the leader; the Lightning American, Lt. Surge. Between me and this forcefield, are three Gym trainers, and fifteen bins. Ok... Suddenly, I feel heavy breathing down my neck. Surprise surprise, it's my stalker. I'm getting used to this guy, he doesn't send the same creeping nausea through me anymore. "Hiiiiii, champ-in-making! Wanna deactivate that forcefield? You can either give me a pint of your blood..."
"Pass..."
He seems disappointed by that. "There are two switches in the bins. Hit them both, and the field goes down. But, once you hit the first, you only get one chance to find the second, or the first resets, and the switches move."
"How does that make any sense?"
"Underground pipe system and motion sensors?" he shrugs.
"... Sure, let's go with that. Now stay here, and watch my sweet ass at work."
"Yes, sir!" And with that, I begin sifting through garbage... Hardan and Seedan essentially break the trainers' Pokemon in half, their fragile Electric types being all about speed, but with no power behind their attacks. My defensive behemoths fare excellently. Meanwhile, I'm rummaging through bins... What fun. Finally, I find the first switch, though I never want to smell my right arm again. Now there's a 1/14 chance of finding the second one... It could be anywhere... Or it could be right beside the first one. The field goes down. After a quick trip to the Pokemon Centre for a heal and a shower, I'm ready to face off with Lt. Surge. His Pokemon allegedly saved him during the war.
"I assume that means they used their ridiculous speed to carry you to a medic?"
"... Nooooo... I break your worthless team now! Voltorb, go!" His Pokeball releases... a Pokeball. With eyes. What. The. Hell.
"Hardan, take it down! Magnitude!" A mighty earthquake rips through the area, which is miraculously undamaged, and Voltorb is thrown into the air. It bounces around the gym like a ping-pong ball, before coming to rest... outside a window. That sets the tone, really. Pikachu meets a similar fate, and Surge's Raichu, which looks formidable, chooses to try and be cheap with Double Team. Too bad Magnitude hits the entire friggin area... Idiot. "Yeah... That was unimpressive. Badge please." Wordlessly, he hands it over, and another CD. This one apparently teaches Shock Wave, an Electric attack incapable of missing. Zetta sexy. As I leave the gym, I sign the plaque. Unsurprisingly, Blue's name was on it first... Dick.
Now, we've come to the part where I explain why I haven't updated this log in a while. Well, after leaving the gym, I explored Vermilion for a while, and eventually came to the Pokemon Fan Club. I got caught up talking to the chairman about his Rapidash... So many positive adjectives... I didn't know there were that many in the English language. And any time I started to drift off, he beat me with his cane! The whole situation must've been illegal somehow, but apparently, I don't have a case... Oh well. At least I got a Bike Voucher out of it all...