"More tea, madam? And more pancakes, would you? Make sure those eggs are done before I pass out the ice cream, Evvy. I'm going to finish that cake, by the way, don't make a mess," said the Mr. Mime, who was indeed Evvy's, or Evelyn's favorite Pokemon. It had been her best friend, and also was her family's own Pokemon servant. It had been loyal, friendly, nice, and was indeed a good cook. But now, when the two were alone, they had become even better friends.
She was small, a nine-year-old, a pretty girl, nice brown hair, which had come down as pigtails. She also wore the best smile Rocket had ever seen, and also liked wearing dresses, or skirts. Right now she was wearing a floral skirt, along with a nice beach-themed tank top. She loved wearing skirts and tank tops, and she liked it now also. With her gleeful smile, she started eating again.
The chains of the Mime family had been servants for the Raquens. They had been passed along, and now this Mr. Mime, Rocket, had been the latest one, and just so happened to be Evelyn's own immediate-family. Evvy couldn't ask for another friend or Pokemon to own, she just loved Rocket so much. Her parents had left Evvy and Rocket at home while on vacation, and they knew how much Rocket would take care of her, so it was no worries from the little girl's parents. Now that they were gone, Evvy and Rocket loved it.
But now, the day that Rocket would help Evvy catch her first Pokemon was going to be difficult. He wasn't sure a nine-year-old could catch a Pokemon, nonetheless with a bad Pokemon, Rocket. The Mime lines were not used for battling much, they were servants. But Rocket had a job, he knew he had to help Evvy. He had practiced himself, with Evvy, and without her. He had learned all different attacks, mastered some old ones, and knew what he was doing now.
"Um, Rocket, can you grab me the book with the battle strategies? I need to know what I can do with a Mr. Mime. It's in the library, do you mind if you fetch it?" said Evelyn, with her cute, little girl voice. She had been finishing up her favorite breakfast dish, which was special for the morning, as Rocket wanted her to be great for her battle. She was pumped, she just wanted to do it, and catch a Pokemon. Rocket had pressure, though, and he hated it.
"Yes, I do. I'll go fetch it upstairs, then. Be back soon, when I have it. Just finish your food," said the mime Pokemon, then running, over to the staircase, going up, and then taking a right into the library room. Evelyn, a swift reader, loved the library. She read almost all the books there, and had kept several things, and sometimes even slept there. She could live there, and she could stay alive for a while. She then waited, while Rocket ran down the stairs again, coming with a book.
Evvy had taken the book, and had left the room, along with Rocket. Out into the beautiful, grassy fields, the two of them had ran to the little plains and garden Evvy's mom owned, which she knew had a lot of fighting Pokemon. She had loved the garden, and fighting Pokemon, and wanted to maybe catch one. Rocket knew this. The fact that he wanted a friend Pokemon, and it was a fighting Pokemon, he was so gleeful. He just couldn't wait to have a friend beside him, and Evvy to have her own Pokemon.
But Evvy didn't quite know how to find Pokemon. She was too young, and when Rocket explained it all, she didn't understand. With her smiling, reading the book, she felt something on the floor. Looking down, Rocket nearing here, she fell down into a pit, coming down low. She had fallen, she was going down, along with Rocket. She had landed on the floor of the underground, which had Rocket next to her. He had gotten up, and let his hand out for Evvy to get up. She did, then examining the place.
It was the Underground of her house. She knew about it, her parents had told her. She had been scared, it was dark, while Rocket, holding her was not. He was smiling, and she had been looking around. With a Zubat here and there, Evelyn was afraid, she hated the bat Pokemon. Rocket loved them, which was a big difference. With a lot of Pokemon around, Evelyn felt a tickle. She shook it off, but then felt another one. And another, and another. She had been walking faster now.
She then felt the tickle, looked down, and then smiled. It was a fighting Pokemon, a Machop, in fact, and Evvy loved it. She looked at Rocket, who nodded, and got into his battle mode. When in battle mode, Rocket scared him, and the Machop had left and ran. Rocket looked kind of mad, as well as Evvy herself. She then chased it, on Rocket's back, who was running, and the two of them were running so fast.
While she jumped off Rocket, Evvy had been in front of Machop. It tried to turn back and run again, but Rocket had been there. He tried to escape through Mr. Mime, but it didn't. While it failed, it went for battle. It got ready, while it went and started running.
Running quickly, the Pokemon had let it hand out. With the epic movement, it hopped up, and on top of the poor Mr. Mime, and had chopped it right on the torso. Rocket had been hit with a chop. While it tried its best to hold onto saving himself, he stayed up, and eagerly awaited Evvy to command him. The Machop didn't let it happen, though, forcing another chop, this time on the poor Pokemon's shoulder. Still holding it in, Rocket had still waited.
"Magical Leaf!" Evelyn exclaimed, the Pokemon nodding in sync with her talking.
With that, the Pokemon had scattered several leaves, which looked weird. They had kind of been glowing beautifully, and the curious looking leaves scattered, hitting the Machop in the face. The defensive Pokemon had wiped it off his face, then scattering the leaves on Rocket himself. Rocket, still the best Pokemon he could be, held it in. He was such a good Pokemon, he was doing so well.
"Don't let it attack! Psychic!" she shouted, then letting the Pokemon attack. It nodded once more, and took his chance before Machop could hit, to run as swift as it could, and run fast. Machop saw it coming, but didn't do anything.
Machop felt it in him, he was hit by a strange, yet strong telekinetic force with the strong attack. The foe, Machop, had been down in this case, and hurt horribly. The Pokemon didn't hold it in, and went down on the ground. The damage had been done, and Mr. Mime was the winner. Machop wasn't killed so much, but still, being hurt, Evelyn thought she was ready. Waiting for Mr. Mime to throw her a Pokeball, then caught it.
She threw the ball. One ding... and sweat coming out of both of there faces... another... more sweat... and the third... sweat was falling like a river. Was... it... caught?
Last edited by RawrIsMyMiddleName; 02-16-2008 at 06:37 PM.