Michi
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November 1
Petalburg City, Hoenn
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Trouble on Jun-jun Farm [m]
POSTED ON Jan 1, 2021 1:09:22 GMT
"Amazing! Amazing!" Michi clapped enthusiastically, scaring Dreepy from her in droves. She'd almost screamed when the ball had bonked the largest dragon right in the eye, but now Zac had caught it, and she could see from the change in his posture and expression that he could finally see the same thing she could.
She felt her eyes fill with tears.
"You can see them!" she cried. "I am so happy!" Tiny dragons swirled around them like schooling sardines, flying somewhere darker, deeper. Still overcome by Zac believing in her enough to make the capture, Michi followed him into the tunnel, using the big man like a shield to part the ever-present flow of Dreepy slithering along the ground, floating through the air, riding on the back of her jacket.
She was not as observant as Zac when it came to studying the dragon Pokemon, however. To Michi they were all just 'doreepi', looking mostly identical (except for Doree, who was much nicer.) She did heard the bark and exclaimed out loud, running forward into the main chamber. At the horrendous smell, however, her face dropped like stone shutters.
Politely, she arranged her scarf over her nose. It was so strong, and so distracting, that for several moments Michi didn't even see the Dragapult encased in the ice.
She just saw the dog.
She whistled, skirting the pile of spoiling food and fruit and beckoning the Growlithe. "Char-char! Char-char-Maru! Is it you?" He saw her and growled, sad-looking puffs of smoke coming from the sides of his mouth. That's right, he's a guard dog, isn't he? They were usually kept away from people, supposed to bond with their flock instead.
But Jun-jun had said Maki would watch her dramas with Char-Char Maru, hadn't he? He had to be a little tame.
Patience was key. Making sure there were no puddles of milk or stolen berries underfoot, Michi squatted down on the ice, holding out her hand. "Shh-shh! Come here, Char-char! Oh, you're out of power..." The dog was trying to use a fire-type move, but he couldn't.
"Did you use all your fire melting big Doreepi's face?" she asked him, managing to coax the Growlithe within arm's reach. "It was good to do that, so she can eat. You are a very good boy!" Like the creature in the ice, Char-char Maru looked healthy and well-fed. WIth the surplus of food, how could he not be?
The Dreepy, however, were another story. Unlike Michi's, which seemed healthy, the tiny ghosts had clearly suffered while collecting so many things for their queen. It was harder to see the difference on them rather than, say, the Dragapult Zac had captured, but it was clear that they had not been eating while they worked themselves to the bone here. But for what? Who was all this food for?
A Dreepy flew by, offering an Oran berry to Char-char Maru, who growled. It flew up to deposit in the Dragapult's half-open maw instead. Looking belabored, it chewed and swallowed. The Dreepy seemed to pause expectantly, then when nothing happened, flew away.
"The food," Michi said slowly, rocking back on her heels. "It's for... Char-char Maru? But he does not need food, he is healthy." She looked at the big dragon again. "And this one... she is frozen and needs to be helped, but Char-char Maru doesn't have fire." So why were the Dreepy only bringing healing items, when any kind of elixir or ice heal berries would have solved their predicament?
Wheels turning, Michi lighted upon a very simple explanation.
Oh... they aren't very smart.
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