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Pokemon Blue Nuzlocke Time! (Part 11.75)
We take on the Fighting Dojo!
Yeah, guess how this goes for the enemies.
Syaoran: - is a little pink fairy?
Syaoran: Close enough.
Syaoran: Considering that you're literally dying so fast the player didn't bother to screenshot it, that isn't hard.
LEERSPEAR: Is that the best you have?
YOU'RE UP AGAINST A FLYING TYPE AND YOU USE FIRE PUNCH?
Holy crud, the Gen 1 AI really DOESN'T have any brains!
LEERSPEAR: ...You mean, the ones I just all but OHKOed?
Syaoran: I'm sure this will bring me no problems whatsoever.
Rock Lee: YOSH!
Syaoran: ...I think.
LEERSPEAR: ...And be pummeled by Flying-type several levels below you?
Syaoran: Thank you for your concern, sir, but -
Syaoran: -______________________________________-
Man: What?
Man: Thank goodness! I wonder who did it? It must have been an entire team of elite trainers...
Syaoran: ...>_>
Syaoran: Th-thank you! :D;; It was nothing, really...
Syaoran: (I asked him why he hadn't stopped Giovanni; he only sent out a L7 Rattata and raised an eyebrow in response.)
Syaoran: I hope so.
(I had already seen the teenagers who had been loitering nearby Lavender bolt into the city and embrace bedraggled family members, some of whom had been workers at Silph Co. The man in Vermilion who had been writing to a relative had nearly knocked me over running into a house where he was warmly greeted by those inside. Even those within Saffron had experienced reunions between those who had been huddled inside the Center and Mart and those who had been trapped in Silph Co. when the Rockets took over.
Mass arrests of the Rockets had taken place once the police from other cities arrived. With Cerulean, Vermilion, and Fuchsia's combined might, the remaining Rockets hadn't stood a chance. A few unlucky saps had even trailed in from Celadon as 'reinforcements', and quickly agreed to plea-bargain when their escape routes were cut off; it was possible, though I knew it was unlikely, that the testimony they gave would break Team Rocket's stranglehold on that city as well.
There had been tragedies, too; those who had perished in the Rockets' initial siege were being taken off to be buried in Lavender Town. But at least no more would join them.
Unfortunately, at that point, the media got around to interrogating the Silph workers as to who had rescued them, and made a beeline for me...)
(...)
(...)
(...)
(...Much later...)
Reporter: Heyyyyy! Let's get a great shot of our heroes, all right?
Syaoran: ...Will you leave us alone THEN?
Reporter: Suuuure, brave young hero! Pinky promise.
Syaoran: ...-_-;;
Syaoran: Friends?
Pokemon: *sigh*
Reporter #1: Look at the absolutely magnificent plumage on that Fearow! My word, now that's what I call a Pokemon.
Reporter #2: Mike, with Attack and Speed like that, I doubt the Rockets even knew what hit them! Let's move on to the next of our valiant warriors.
Reporter #1: Wow, look at that Blastoise go! A magnificent specimen that any Trainer would be proud to have!
Reservoir: ...I had a magnificent Trainer.
Reporter #2: Modest, too! All you young Pokemon out there, take this guy as your role model! Formidable and fast - fear this guy's power!
Monarch: Yes, yes, I will spare you the trouble of praising my excellence. I am skilled in manners, pharmacology, and the psychic arts. I am really quite a fine fellow. And I would also like to encourage you all to support my Caterpie People in the war against the Weedle -
Wormtail: Shaddup, this interview ain't all about you.
Reporter #1: It's a... Raticate.
Reporter #2: ...Yes, a Raticate.
Reporter #1: ...Mary, what do you say to moving past this one?
Wormtail: Hey!
Reporter #1: Ah, a fine Dugtrio! From Diglett's Cave, I'm guessing?
Reporter #2: Mike, just look at that Attack and Speed. Now that's what I call hitting-them-before-they-can-blink.
Reporter #1: And now we move on to -
Reporter #1: OH MY GOD!!! IT'S A GYARADOS!!! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!!
Reporter #2: MIKE, THAT ATTACK! THAT ATTACK! IT JUST ISN'T NATURAL!
Reporter #1: FORGET ABOUT ITS ATTACK, ITS SPECIAL, OR ITS HP!!! IT'S GOING TO EAT US ALL, AND THEN IT'S GOING TO EAT SAFFRON! RUN FOR YOUR LIVEEEEEES!!!
Yulong: *watching them flee into the distance* ...
Syaoran: ...*scratches head, takes cap off and examines it, and wipes it with his shirt before putting it back on* I should have done that at the start of all this...
Syaoran: (With that out of the way, I went to the Saffron Gym at last...)
Syaoran: (...Yes, I suppose he did, while I was liberating Silph.)
Syaoran: What happened during the siege?
Aide: ...
...Look, kid. The Rockets had made some sort of insane discovery through extensive experimentation on live Pokemon - some Pokemon long thought to be 'Normal', on account of their weakness to Fighting and no known advantages against the common types, are actually of a much nastier sort. We're not sure what it is, but it's completely impervious to the Psychic type.
Syaoran: !!!
Aide: Yeah. They imported Houndours and Murkrows from Sinnoh and unleashed them against us - humiliating us utterly. A Diglett colony barging through Lt. Surge's Gym couldn't have made for a more crushing defeat. Worse, I think some of the sharp-toothed little monsters escaped during the hubbub when the police crashed through the Rocket barricade and rescued us. They've no natural enemies here, so they're probably setting up shop in a nearby patch of grass as we speak...
*shakes head* We're going to have to step up our game, or every novice Trainer with a few PokeBalls is going to make a laughingstock of us...
Syaoran: Here we go...
((Next time: Sabrina! ...Whenever I actually play through the Saffron Gym, I mean.))
Yeah, guess how this goes for the enemies.
Syaoran: - is a little pink fairy?
Syaoran: Close enough.
Syaoran: Considering that you're literally dying so fast the player didn't bother to screenshot it, that isn't hard.
LEERSPEAR: Is that the best you have?
YOU'RE UP AGAINST A FLYING TYPE AND YOU USE FIRE PUNCH?
Holy crud, the Gen 1 AI really DOESN'T have any brains!
LEERSPEAR: ...You mean, the ones I just all but OHKOed?
Syaoran: I'm sure this will bring me no problems whatsoever.
Rock Lee: YOSH!
Syaoran: ...I think.
LEERSPEAR: ...And be pummeled by Flying-type several levels below you?
Syaoran: Thank you for your concern, sir, but -
Syaoran: -______________________________________-
Man: What?
Man: Thank goodness! I wonder who did it? It must have been an entire team of elite trainers...
Syaoran: ...>_>
Syaoran: Th-thank you! :D;; It was nothing, really...
Syaoran: (I asked him why he hadn't stopped Giovanni; he only sent out a L7 Rattata and raised an eyebrow in response.)
Syaoran: I hope so.
(I had already seen the teenagers who had been loitering nearby Lavender bolt into the city and embrace bedraggled family members, some of whom had been workers at Silph Co. The man in Vermilion who had been writing to a relative had nearly knocked me over running into a house where he was warmly greeted by those inside. Even those within Saffron had experienced reunions between those who had been huddled inside the Center and Mart and those who had been trapped in Silph Co. when the Rockets took over.
Mass arrests of the Rockets had taken place once the police from other cities arrived. With Cerulean, Vermilion, and Fuchsia's combined might, the remaining Rockets hadn't stood a chance. A few unlucky saps had even trailed in from Celadon as 'reinforcements', and quickly agreed to plea-bargain when their escape routes were cut off; it was possible, though I knew it was unlikely, that the testimony they gave would break Team Rocket's stranglehold on that city as well.
There had been tragedies, too; those who had perished in the Rockets' initial siege were being taken off to be buried in Lavender Town. But at least no more would join them.
Unfortunately, at that point, the media got around to interrogating the Silph workers as to who had rescued them, and made a beeline for me...)
(...)
(...)
(...)
(...Much later...)
Reporter: Heyyyyy! Let's get a great shot of our heroes, all right?
Syaoran: ...Will you leave us alone THEN?
Reporter: Suuuure, brave young hero! Pinky promise.
Syaoran: ...-_-;;
Syaoran: Friends?
Pokemon: *sigh*
Reporter #1: Look at the absolutely magnificent plumage on that Fearow! My word, now that's what I call a Pokemon.
Reporter #2: Mike, with Attack and Speed like that, I doubt the Rockets even knew what hit them! Let's move on to the next of our valiant warriors.
Reporter #1: Wow, look at that Blastoise go! A magnificent specimen that any Trainer would be proud to have!
Reservoir: ...I had a magnificent Trainer.
Reporter #2: Modest, too! All you young Pokemon out there, take this guy as your role model! Formidable and fast - fear this guy's power!
Monarch: Yes, yes, I will spare you the trouble of praising my excellence. I am skilled in manners, pharmacology, and the psychic arts. I am really quite a fine fellow. And I would also like to encourage you all to support my Caterpie People in the war against the Weedle -
Wormtail: Shaddup, this interview ain't all about you.
Reporter #1: It's a... Raticate.
Reporter #2: ...Yes, a Raticate.
Reporter #1: ...Mary, what do you say to moving past this one?
Wormtail: Hey!
Reporter #1: Ah, a fine Dugtrio! From Diglett's Cave, I'm guessing?
Reporter #2: Mike, just look at that Attack and Speed. Now that's what I call hitting-them-before-they-can-blink.
Reporter #1: And now we move on to -
Reporter #1: OH MY GOD!!! IT'S A GYARADOS!!! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!!
Reporter #2: MIKE, THAT ATTACK! THAT ATTACK! IT JUST ISN'T NATURAL!
Reporter #1: FORGET ABOUT ITS ATTACK, ITS SPECIAL, OR ITS HP!!! IT'S GOING TO EAT US ALL, AND THEN IT'S GOING TO EAT SAFFRON! RUN FOR YOUR LIVEEEEEES!!!
Yulong: *watching them flee into the distance* ...
Syaoran: ...*scratches head, takes cap off and examines it, and wipes it with his shirt before putting it back on* I should have done that at the start of all this...
Syaoran: (With that out of the way, I went to the Saffron Gym at last...)
Syaoran: (...Yes, I suppose he did, while I was liberating Silph.)
Syaoran: What happened during the siege?
Aide: ...
...Look, kid. The Rockets had made some sort of insane discovery through extensive experimentation on live Pokemon - some Pokemon long thought to be 'Normal', on account of their weakness to Fighting and no known advantages against the common types, are actually of a much nastier sort. We're not sure what it is, but it's completely impervious to the Psychic type.
Syaoran: !!!
Aide: Yeah. They imported Houndours and Murkrows from Sinnoh and unleashed them against us - humiliating us utterly. A Diglett colony barging through Lt. Surge's Gym couldn't have made for a more crushing defeat. Worse, I think some of the sharp-toothed little monsters escaped during the hubbub when the police crashed through the Rocket barricade and rescued us. They've no natural enemies here, so they're probably setting up shop in a nearby patch of grass as we speak...
*shakes head* We're going to have to step up our game, or every novice Trainer with a few PokeBalls is going to make a laughingstock of us...
Syaoran: Here we go...
((Next time: Sabrina! ...Whenever I actually play through the Saffron Gym, I mean.))