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Pokémon Dubstep (ft. Lindsey Stirling)
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Seeing that he had the one Safari Tag in his possession, he decided to make good use of it. Wondering how his luck was in the entire area, he decided to just go ahead and look for Grass-types this time around, because seriously, how could he call himself a Breeder if his own Ranch back home in Humilau was overloaded with Dark, Ghost, and Water-types? Well, definitely not a good thing, for starters… he thought to himself as he went through this obligatory “search-down”; just to make sure that nobody brought sharp weapons into the Safari Zone or anything too suspicious. After the check gave him the clear, the Safari Ball was given to him, and he then decided to go straight to the dense, overgrown area that looked like a tropical rainforest.
“Well, I am in need of some variety anyway…” he muttered to himself as he then proceeded to hike through Zone number 1; taking out his camera in the process and then snapping some pictures of the wildlife as well.
He’d very nearly been accosted earlier at the check-down, but thankfully he’d shown them that the bag with him contained just a camera, nothing more nothing less. In any case… he then began taking pictures, hoping that his “no-flash” set-up wouldn’t scare away any potential Pokemon he’d eventually come across during his first trip to the Safari Zone…! “Wish me luck…” he muttered to himself as he ventured deeper into the undergrowth, hoping something worth his while would appear.
Kouji could hear the grass shifting up ahead; and he was deciding on whether or not he was going to send any one of his companions out; but then saw that there was a turtle-like creature headed his way. it… it didn’t look too harmful; in fact it was completely innocent as it trundled around, gnawing away at some grass that it was chasing for. Wondering if it was worth it, he then approached and saw that it was a Turtwig; something he hadn’t heard of or seen in this region. “But… sorry, nope, you’re not the one that I’m looking for,” he muttered to himself, massaging his forehead as he slowly turned away and decided to head in a different direction; he was looking for something; but that something had yet to reveal itself.
Sure is pretty quiet here… he thought to himself as he looked around, before seeing that he had wandered into another thicket. Keeping his ears trained for any suspicious sound that would catch his attention…
He then continued to look around ever so warily; just making sure that he was not walking into a trap of some sort; did Pokemon swarm in the Safari Zone as well; or did they not? It was his first time in the place after all; so he didn’t know too much about how these facilities functioned. Well, free to guess what happens here… he thought to himself as he reached for one of the six Pokeballs on his bet; ready to send whoever was inside out at the slightest notice; since he wanted his party to see some action!
He then continued his search into the undergrowth, hoping something of worth would make his time coming here more eventful. It was right at that moment he thought he had heard something that didn’t sound right—like the vines were being snapped, or something similar turning around very slowly on the spot, he then looked over his shoulders and realized that the shrubbery he’d just left behind was shaking, and trembling. Uh-oh. What the hell is that in there, waiting for me… he thought to himself as he then braced himself for anything ugly; his hands reaching down towards a certain Pokeball attached on his waist belt. Don’t be something I need, please be something unexpected… he continued to himself as the shrubbery continued to shake and quake—before revealing something he’d never seen before.
It was a floating Venus Flytrap-like… thing. Or whatever it was, he couldn’t find the appropriate words to explain it! “What in the hell is that…” he muttered to himself, shaking his head before turning to face the levitating ‘mon and waving it away—meaning he didn’t want to tussle with it, so he could go forward and find the next one. “Go on now, go back to your family. I’m looking for something else,” he said, before turning around and going deeper into the woods at this point. Next search! Why do I keep getting all the duds anyway? He sighed to himself as he started swatting away the leaves that were threatening to smack him in the face at this point!
He decided to go deeper into the undergrowth—but not before realizing he could use at least one of his two Ghost-type ‘mons in order to be able to scout further ahead of him. Finally deciding that it was about time he did that, he then stayed still for a few moments, indecisive on whether or not to send out Beth or Alex, but in the end decided to just use both of them, because why not? a few seconds later, both Pokeballs were flying forward and their occupants released in the red flashes of light—one of them looked like a prim and proper “ghost”, while the other was more skeletal-looking and sinister with the singular red glowing eye that it possessed. “Okay. So since it’s my first time here… Alex, you go up ahead… Beth, can you watch my back and alert me if in case you come across something interesting? I’m looking for a Grass-type, we’re severely lacking in other types… you guys seem to have overpopulated the Ranch, so…” he trailed off with a sheepish grin on his face, and watched as the two ‘mons then split up in order to be able to cover more ground.
It didn’t take too long before the Duskull floated back and began flapping its stubby wings; as if trying to tell Kouji something. Wondering what it was, he then decided to follow the agitated Requiem ‘mon forward—and what he came upon was a complete and total surprise. There was a clearing in the vast sea of trees; and there, lying down on said clearing… was something that looked like a gecko. “What… what’s that?” he muttered to himself as the Duskull began a lot of weird flailing; before he squinted and saw what was wrong—the Treecko was injured! “Ah crap, okay, what happened here?” he asked the Duskull, but all it did was flail its appendages to death. At that exact same moment, the Misdreavus caught up with him as well, and he then turned his back and looked at the two. “Dang it, I thought these guys were safe? Who could’ve done such a thing. Can Safari ‘mons go wild…?” he pondered to himself, before rolling the sleeves of his shirt up and cautiously approaching the Treecko, afraid that any noise would make it run away!
The two Ghost-types hung apprehensively in the background, but Kouji did his thing—slow but steady approach and the Treecko looked up almost balefully and then tried to stand into position, but it then fell over flat on its face. The Duskull looked ready to launch a Confuse Ray attack; but the Misdreavus bumped into it, attempting to dissuade the idea and gestured to where their master was, who was still slowly approaching the injured Treecko. “Whoa, easy there. Easy, easy there. I’m not here to hurt you,” he said in his best purring, reassuring voice, stealthily walking so that he didn’t end up agitating the thing and getting an unknown attack in his face. The Treecko continued to glower at him; before attempting a Screech attack—instead of unleashing a sound that rivaled the musical saw, its Screech sounded more on the low-pitched sound and weaker as well. “Damn, who did this to you?” he hissed, looking around before finally managing to approach the Treecko, and then digging through his bag in order to be able to find the small first-aid kit he always had on him.
“Okay, I mean you no harm. Don’t glare at me like that, okay? I’m here to help you,” he continued, quickly unzipping the pouch and then shuffling through the small box, digging up the bandages and cotton gauze as well, along with the solution used for treating wounds, and a small bottle of alcohol. “Hold still, let me take a look,” he continued, unaware that his two Ghost-types were now levitating much closer to the scene of the “crime” and were now watching their master do his “thing”, whatever it was. Kouji was moving around swiftly, firstly taking the Treecko into his arms and gently flipping the gecko-like Grass-type over, and then seeing that its belly was wounded, along with something that definitely looked like a broken leg and tail, among other things. “Damn, I know Grass-types aren’t this brutal, so who could have done this…” he muttered more to himself as he then procured a small white cloth and began brushing away the accumulated grit and grime on the Treecko in order to begin cleaning its wounds and wrapping them up.
He continued to work in silence for a few minutes, only wincing whenever the Treecko would let out a sudden yelp of surprise, and he would apologize in turn as he finished cleaning off the dirt. “Sorry about that. Was my hand too heavy? I’ll be gentler,” he continued in the same soothing voice, finally getting rid of the grit and then starting by slowly applying the alcohol on its cuts and scratches. He knew that they weren’t too deep; if it was it would still be squirting out blood and quite possibly leave a scar that would never heal. The Treecko let out a yowl of surprise as the alcohol hit its wounds, but slowly relaxed as he continued to gently rub at the injuries, disinfecting them gently. “Don’t struggle,” he said sometime later, sensing that the Treecko was squirming; possibly at the sight of the two Ghost-types hovering about this mysterious savior’s shoulders. “Those are my companions,” he continued, realizing that the prickly feeling he was picking up on was his two Ghost-types hovering in such close proximity to his person. “They… well, the Duskull found you and told me to hurry up… so yeah,” he ended, gently dousing the other wounds in a bit more alcohol before wiping off the dried-up blood on its belly.
He then slowly unrolled the gauze, trying to measure just how much he would need; before breaking into the stores of cotton and special hydrogen peroxide solution he carried, and then opening the bottle of hydrogen peroxide and grabbing a portion of cotton. “This may sting a bit…” he continued, gently dabbing it over the open would—and he did hear the Treecko let out another screech, but it was more of surprise than actual pain. “There… easy, don’t fidget too much…” he continued, unaware that some of his Pokeballs had rolled out of his pocket and then released their occupants in a flash of red light. He was quite surprised a few moments later to see that Irina, his Vullaby along with Hiekka the Krokorok and Orloff the Sawk looking at him, wondering just what the hell was going on. “Oh. Hi guys,” he said with a sheepish grin, scratching his head with his free hand before grinning in the three ‘mons’ direction. “Uhhh… okay… Iri, can you go find me some branches?” he asked the Vullaby, since at the moment it was the only member of his current team that could fly. “I need a couple since this Treecko’s tail and apparently, one of its legs is broken.”
Seeing that his Vullaby didn’t understand, he then began communicating via gestures, trying to show the approximations of the length of a stick, and then that’s when it understood, quickly flapping its tubby wings and then flying off into the undergrowth, the Krokorok following it. The Sawk stayed behind and continued to watch as Kouji picked up where he’d left off—dabbing hydrogen peroxide solution on the wounded Treecko and finally layering it with some cotton, before wrapping it with some gauze and securing it with some tape. “Okay, now that that’s done… let me take a look at your… oh geez, you broke your tail?” he asked the Treecko, gently lifting him up a bit higher to check; and he knew that Treecko tails normally didn’t flop about at an unnatural angle, thanks to all the reading he’d done on Grass-types in the past. He then stopped himself from sighing, and wished that Irina would hurry up and get back to him; because he needed to wrap the tail in a splint before letting it set—same with the leg that he now noticed was hanging at a weird angle as well.
He looked up sometime later; and saw that his Krokorok and Vullaby were now headed back to him; before they dropped a random assortment of what he assumed were sticks; most of them were branches; but with what he could see, there were a few that would serve well enough. “Okay. Don’t run away,” he muttered, gently setting the Treecko down on the ground and then crawling over to where the assorted menagerie of sticks was deposited. He then began sifting through the pile; returning back eventually with two that were thick enough to serve as a temporary splint—at least until he got back to his Ranch, where there were more amenities he could use in taking care of the injured ‘mon. “Hi, I’m back,” he began again in the same soothing voice; and this time all the other ‘mons took up to watching what he was doing, slowly picking up the Treecko’s tail and then holding up the first stick to measure how long he needed it to be. Seeing that it was twice its length, he then took a rough estimate and broke it into two pieces, before looking for the roll of bandages that he’d randomly stuffed in the box. “Ah, here we go. This is just going to be temporary… so please bear with me,” he continued as he then began wrapping up the Treecko’s tail before securing it. Now, all that he needed to address was the broken leg—and he got to that as well, gingerly holding up the leg and hearing the Treecko hissing his way, before he gave it an apologetic look and then very carefully grabbing the other branch and then wrapping that one up in bandages as well, before letting it settle down against him. “Well, how can you fight in your current state?” he asked the Treecko after the little “rescue mission” was done; and all five assembled ‘mons were now looking at the Treecko curiously; before breaking out into their own ‘language’; shame Kouji couldn’t understand a word they were saying.
“You’re not going to last long out there. I know that Grass-types in general are not that aggressive, but who would continue to take care of you if your tail or leg doesn’t heal? It’s… well it’s every ‘mon for themselves out there, that’s for sure,” he continued in the same soothing voice, before casting a sidelong glance at the five ‘mons that were now apparently talking in a huddle. “I still have to check the full extent of your injuries and help you recover, that’s for sure. A Breeder never abandons any Pokémon in need, be they injured or not, because… for one thing we help bring new life into the world; and as such, we value life above everything else,” he continued, facing the Treecko and staring it right in its intense, if somewhat proud, glare. He couldn’t tell how much his gaze would hold, but he did blink after a while, and then noticed the Treecko was pointing towards the five, and all five assembled ‘mons were looking at the two; before Alexander floated forward and began flaiing. Knowing that his flailing meant something, Kouji stared at him for a while before looking down at the Treecko, and pointing at them—and this was where things got strange; all five nodded in his direction!
“Guys? Are you serious? You want him with our family?” he asked the assembled ‘mons, and in response, the Vullaby flapped her wings; while the Misdreavus levitated in some sort of a nodding motion, going up and down before stopping, while the Duskull was floating close towards the Treecko—and then touched it with one of its stubby ‘hands’. The Krokorok and Sawk were looking at him with this leer, before making a few karate-like moves; and then nodding as well. “Uhh… okay, but, is it safe for him to get inside the Pokeball?” he asked out loud; but before he could realize it, the Sawk had already approached and had somehow managed to go through the bag, before chucking something green in his master’s direction. “Seriously?” he said, holding the Pokeball in the Treecko’s direction; waiting for an answer—and it tapped the button, before giving Kouji a nod of thanks for helping treat its wounds. “Now what happens?” he asked as the Safari Ball swallowed the Treecko in a flash of red light and then fell into his hands…
He watched as the Safari Ball continued to shudder—and it wasn’t just him, all the assembled ‘mons were eyeing the ball nervously; when it came to a stop with a click. Once this had happened, they began cheering—the Duskull and Misdreavus floating up and down and going around in circles, while the ones that could gesture, began giving each other high-fives; or at least that’s how he saw it. “Now, we have to get back and fast. Treating wounds like this doesn’t give us much time…” he said, quickly picking up the three fallen Pokeballs and recalling the three that had gotten out; and watching as they all disappeared into red streams of light. Now that he was left with the two Ghost-types, he then sighed and said, “I thought I wasn’t going to make it… whew, Alex, thanks for telling me about the Treecko. Now we have to nurse him back to health…” he murmured, quickly packing up the scattered contents of the medical kit and stuffing it back into his bag where the camera lay forgotten. “At least we got something good, right?” he said towards the two Ghost-types with a grin; and he then recalled the two as well, watching them disappear into their respective Pokeballs before he turned tail and then made his way back to the exit.
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