*Can't seem to find a tool that lets me rename the thread- just know that it's ready to grade!*
Target Pokémon – Whismur (Simple)
Character Range – 5-10K (6,789)
Loki relaxed in his swiveling chair, and folded his legs beneath him. He had always had an unusual way of sitting in his seat, but it always seemed to help him concentrate better, for whatever reason. He began twirling his disheveled brown hair between his index finger and his thumb, the way he usually did when he was in deep thought. He paused for a moment to look over at his new partner he had received, a Skorupi that he had named Droma.
Droma, unlike other Skorupi, was a bright, iridescent green creature, which set it apart from others. Another striking feature was its bright orange eyes, which, right now, were fixed squarely on Loki. The Scorpion Pokémon chittered when Loki looked at it. Loki chuckled, and went back to twirling his bangs.
“Just having the one Pokémon won’t be good enough in the long run…” Loki murmured to himself. He always had a habit of thinking out loud, as he said it also helped him concentrate. Of course, there have been times where thinking out loud got him into trouble, but the good outweighed the bad in his eyes. “If I’m going to get anywhere, I’m gonna have to catch another Pokémon. Question is though, which one…”
Letting out a sigh, he pushed his chair over to his laptop and turned on the power. He quickly pulled up several browsers containing loads of information, such as Pokémon that were close by to his relative location. He pulled a notebook out of his backpack, which was leaned against the wall adjacent to his desk, and began furiously taking notes on this information.
All the while, Droma watched Loki, chittering, as if to ask, “What on earth are you doing?” Of course, Loki couldn’t quite yet understand what Droma was trying to say, but he was quickly figuring it out. It did help that Droma could understand human speech. Half to himself, and half to Droma, he said “Having one Pokémon is great, but my tactical advantage over an opponent would dramatically increase if I were to obtain a second Pokémon.”
Loki watched for Droma’s response, which was a shrill series of clicks, followed by flailing her forearms. Loki chuckled again, and said “Brute strength isn’t going to win every battle. I learned that much already, and I think you should learn that too. You have to know when to act, and when to plot. In most cases, plotting comes before acting.”
Droma cocked her head sideways, and Loki laughed. “Don’t worry about it; I’ll teach you.” A beep suddenly came from Loki’s computer, and he quickly turned to face the monitor, sitting up straight instead of slumping, as he usually did. “Whismur, huh? Yeah, I wouldn’t mind having a Whismur on my team. C’mon Droma, we’re headed out!” Loki got up out of his chair and grabbed his backpack, slung it over his shoulders, and stepped outside. Droma followed behind, her legs moving furiously in an effort to keep up with Loki.
Loki slowly walked along the forest path, looking through his note that he scribbled two hours earlier. He also brought out a map, unfolded it, and began studying it. Droma followed close behind, taking in all the new sights and smells. “If I’m reading this map right,” Loki thought, “there should be a cave somewhere around here. From what I gather, Whismur like caves…” Loki folded his map back up and shoved it in his pocket. He re-shouldered his backpack, and began walking at a faster pace, with Droma skittering behind him.
At last, the duo had reached the mouth of a cave: large, jagged rocks pointed out of the cave, and Loki could faintly hear sounds coming out of the cave. He knelt down, took his backpack off, and unzipped the biggest pocket, revealing a pouch full of food for Droma and himself. He took a sandwich out of the pouch and bit into it, and offered a variety of cooked meat, from beef to pork, to Droma, who happily clicked her mandibles together, and began eating as well.
Once they had finished with their meal, they headed inside the cave. Loki dug around in his backpack for a flashlight, and when he found one, he pulled it out and turned it on, and began sweeping the cave with light in search of a Whismur. When he shone the light on the ceiling, a Zubat swooped down on him, screeching in anger. “Agh! Get off me!” Loki screamed, and began thrashing at his head in an effort to shoo away the Zubat. When the Zubat finally decided to stop attacking him, he slumped up against the side of the cave wall, sighing in relief.
His heart still pounding, he stayed against the wall for a minute or two before he heard something- almost like someone was whispering. He tried to find the source of the noise, but the echoing of the sound made it near impossible to do. Droma must have heard it too, because she immediately began skittering toward the source of the noise. Loki followed behind her, being careful not to make any more noise.
As they walked on, the noise became more and more loud; Loki had no doubt in his mind that Droma had found a Whismur. Getting more and more excited by the second, he kept following Droma until she stopped. Loki could clearly hear the sound now, and he looked for the source, when he saw it at last: a sleeping Whismur. “I must have been hearing snoring then… how could it be asleep with my screaming?” Loki thought out loud. The sleeping Whismur suddenly stopped snoring!
Panic swept through Loki; had he woke the sleeping Pokémon? He saw the Whismur stir, then open its eyes. It was looking straight at Loki. “Uh-oh…” thought Loki. The Whismur then began taking in a gigantic breath- and let loose a scream! Its scream was so ear-piercing that Loki immediately fell to the floor, clutching his ears in pain. Loki began screaming himself, but in pain rather than terror! Droma watched her trainer writhing on the floor in pain, and remembered what he had said earlier- “You have to know when to act, and when to plan. Usually, planning comes before acting.”
Droma, realizing that she had no time to plan, sprung into action. It ran in front of the screaming Pokémon and used its Scary Face attack, which startled the Pokémon so much that it stopped screaming! She then took advantage of the lull in chaos and used her Poison Fang move, weakening the Whismur so that it wouldn’t scream anymore- however, the attack did more than weaken the Pokémon-
Droma had accidentally poisoned the Whismur. Not hearing screaming anymore, Loki got up off the floor and looked at the Whismur, and he could tell that he wouldn’t have long to catch it before it fainted because of the poison. Heart racing, and palms sweaty, he dug through his backpack in search of- “Ah ha!” he cried triumphantly, and pulled out a Pokéball. He then tossed it at the Whismur, and saw it go inside the ball. Loki began counting the shakes of the ball…