"It's a nice little show, but I'm not stupid. You can't seriously think anyone sane would really fall for this ridiculous charade," said Erik, he had crossed his arms over his chest.
"I assure you this isn't a trick," huffed Hank.
"Prove it," challenged Erik just as he summoned one of his Pokémon. A Magnemite.
"Read her."
A new spot lit up in Charles' mindscape map. It was dimly green with bright whites, it tasted of loyalty and longing. He gave it a friendly mental knock.
"Hello there," greeted Charles out loud. The Magnemite gave a spin in the air, it greeted him with a contented screech.
"You summoned Lorna. She's ah... yes, she's the youngest of your Magnemite but not the youngest of your party Pokémon."
"Easily to deduce. By her size and bolts, if you paid attention in our duel, you could easily tell her apart."
"He's got his eyes closed!" hissed Hank to which Erik only harrumphed.
"Alright, alright. Could you tell me something only you and Erik know, Lorna?" asked Charles sheepishly.
Lorna turned to its trainer, tilting down a little in the air, asking for permission.
Erik nodded. Hank was taking notes as fast as he could.
"Lorna tells me that once, when you were very young, you fell into the breeding pond at the back of the Ranch. You almost drowned but the Pokémon nearby were able to get you out."
As soon as Charles spoke, Erik's eyes widened and his mouth clenched tightly shut.
"Lorna's mother, oh, oh dear... oh dear, I'm so very sorry." Charles shook his head, "Lorna's mother drowned saving you. Lorna was only a few days old back then and you have taken care of her and her big brother and big sister ever since."
Charles kept silent after that, Erik too. The only sound for what felt like hours but were in reality merely a few seconds was Hank's pencil scratching on paper.
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FILL: "The Very Best" - 02 A Legendary Game! 1d/? - Warning: Mention of death.
Date: 2012-03-08 04:32 am (UTC)"I assure you this isn't a trick," huffed Hank.
"Prove it," challenged Erik just as he summoned one of his Pokémon. A Magnemite.
"Read her."
A new spot lit up in Charles' mindscape map. It was dimly green with bright whites, it tasted of loyalty and longing. He gave it a friendly mental knock.
"Hello there," greeted Charles out loud. The Magnemite gave a spin in the air, it greeted him with a contented screech.
"You summoned Lorna. She's ah... yes, she's the youngest of your Magnemite but not the youngest of your party Pokémon."
"Easily to deduce. By her size and bolts, if you paid attention in our duel, you could easily tell her apart."
"He's got his eyes closed!" hissed Hank to which Erik only harrumphed.
"Alright, alright. Could you tell me something only you and Erik know, Lorna?" asked Charles sheepishly.
Lorna turned to its trainer, tilting down a little in the air, asking for permission.
Erik nodded. Hank was taking notes as fast as he could.
"Lorna tells me that once, when you were very young, you fell into the breeding pond at the back of the Ranch. You almost drowned but the Pokémon nearby were able to get you out."
As soon as Charles spoke, Erik's eyes widened and his mouth clenched tightly shut.
"Lorna's mother, oh, oh dear... oh dear, I'm so very sorry." Charles shook his head, "Lorna's mother drowned saving you. Lorna was only a few days old back then and you have taken care of her and her big brother and big sister ever since."
Charles kept silent after that, Erik too. The only sound for what felt like hours but were in reality merely a few seconds was Hank's pencil scratching on paper.
"Well," said Erik finally, "I'm impressed."
Somehow it didn't feel like a victory.