Hideo
he/him
14
October 18th
slateport
undecided
Gym Leader
Ace Trainer
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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Hideo Kino
Hideo's Garden
POSTED ON Mar 27, 2021 21:13:39 GMT
Hideo always enjoyed checking up on his garden. He tried to do it at least once a week, to check on his berry trees and most importantly, to make sure the Pokemon he left there was doing alright. Pinky had originally kept watch over the garden, tending to the plants and, most importantly, protecting them from any wild Pokemon. Now, he had Shade watching over it.
And watch over it he did; at three and a half stories tall, his Exeggutor had little trouble watching the garden from above. And the area around it. He heard a few complaints from his neighbors about Shade watching them when they left their houses.
But as Hideo tried to lecture his Pokemon about avoiding voyeurism, he heard something land in one of his berry trees. He didn’t know what it was, but he could guess it was a Pokemon when he heard it wiggle around and say its name as it tried to free itself.
What would have been an easy removal got a little more complicated when he heard a familiar sound; his Ambipom loved her Swift attack, so he could recognize the sound of Swift stars being fired. He didn’t know what it was firing at, but if it kept doing that, it was bound to damage one of his trees if it didn’t stop.
“Shade? Mind dealing with that?” he asked. He got an affirmative grunt in response.
He could feel the footsteps from his Pokemon as it approached the tree. He couldn’t exactly see its tail reach over and pull it out of the tree, but he could hear the Minior panic and throw more stars around.
But when a few stars nearly hit Hideo, Shade got a bit more...aggressive.
Shade tossed the Minior into the ground - and before it could float away with its newfound freedom, began Stomping it into the ground. Hideo could feel each stomp from where he stood, a little put off by the sudden act of violence, but he could trust that his Pokemon was protecting him from something. He didn’t get too concerned until he heard something crack, unaware that was just the Minior losing its shell.
And Shade was still stomping it.
“Shade, stop!” he shouted, approaching the stomping zone. It was easy to tell where it was happening when he could feel the ground slope inwards as he got closer. At least Shade listened, no longer hurting the wild Pokemon.
He stopped when he felt his foot stomp on something soft and squishy. He knelt down, pressing on it. It was still breathing, though he didn’t know what condition it was in. And it just got the stuffing stomped out of it by a half-ton tree.
“I think this little guy needs to see a Nurse,” Hideo said, picking it up (noticing the sound of rocks falling off as he lifted it). The little Pokemon whimpered, but didn’t stop as the boy picked it up into his arms. He didn’t know much about this Pokemon, but at least it was a light one. “When we get you all patched up, I got a Pokeball waiting for you. Sound good?”
The Minior whimpered, but knew it wasn’t a good idea to attack the one person trying to help it. Not while the one that hurt it was watching it, feet ready to punish it once more if it tried attacking again.
And it was free from the tree. Which was all it wanted.
Catching the Minior
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