Fizzy Bubbles ZA
- Sep 18, 2005
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Things had been going as Gary planned in Pickle’s attempt to soothe the thrashing Wailord and clean it up. A pair of trainers even offered their assistance in rinsing the oil slick off of the giant whale’s blubber, while the malleable Pyukumuku worked on the harder to reach areas. Initially received by the crowd of onlookers with scorn, the plucky Pickle’s efforts eventually roused a round of applause, and the two trainers who had joined in on the rescue attempt introduced themselves as Elijah and Renee. Gary smiled and returned the introduction back at the siblings, “Thanks for the help, my name’s Gary. Once we get the oil cleaned off of the Wailord I think we might be able to get it calmed down and safely transported back into the water.” Gary had still planned on executing his strategy of swatting a Pokeball into the ocean in an attempt to move the 900 lb. creature, but Pickle would need to finish her duty first.Faiyaa: While troubled skies were a welcome sight a troubled sea dweller was not. With an affinity for all things aquatic and a degree to show for it, you’re quick on the scene for closer assessment. Without the cool of the ocean the beached Wailord was Thrashing and kicking up sand with snowballing anxiety, requiring a delicate touch to return to open water. In a sudden brain wave you bring Pickle to the fray, barely sizing up to the Float Whale's eye which elicits several laughs from nearby bystanders. They would see soon enough that big things often come in small packages as the Sea Cucumber Pokemon begins its hike up the blimp-like creature and gets to work Soaking it down. Pickle’s sticky membrane allows her to fasten on as the Wailord flails with diminishing resistance, the water soothing its dried-out skin some. A pair of nearby trainers follow your lead, their Dewott and Corsola shifting from ploughing efforts to hosing the Wailord down with gentle Water Guns.
Although the crude oil runs off in some places it’s just as stubborn in others, demanding Pickle’s Purification technique to finish the job. The Wailord didn’t seem to mind as the little Pyukumuku got between all the tight crevices and sopped up the impurities, not dissimilar to the symbiotic cleaning stations that existed for the species in the wild. Spectators who had initially scoffed at Pickle were now cheering her on, one of the two trainers clapping you on the back as he made for an introduction. “I’m Elijah and this is my sis, Renee.” She smiled at you and her brother warmly before fixing back on the task at hand. The pair of outwardly avid beachgoers looked like they could be twins, sharing the same matted surfer hair and sunburned completion.
“That purification technique is pretty handy, huh. We were thinking once it’s safely off the beach we could use our Pokemon create a current out to the open ocean. We could really use your help purifying the path if you don’t mind getting a little wet. Say, where did that little thing get to?” The Wailord was all of a sudden wriggling like an upstream Magikarp, Pickle inadvertently finding her way into one of its tickle spots! The tremors while muted by the sand are almost enough to knock you off your feet, while the Pyukumuku’s sticky mucous fails to keep her fastened as she bounces about the Float Whale’s back like a bouncy castle. She finds stability lodged in the Wailord’s blowhole, the gigantic Pokemon sensing the blockage and unclogging with an almighty Water Spout! Plan averted, the Pyukumuku is sent flying into the clouds before careening back down at even greater velocity. While the species were known for their resilience, it would be kind to spare her such a death defying drop. What will you do?
Gary scanned his eyes across every visible inch of the massive whale, but Pickle seemed to have disappeared as the ticklish Wailord began to squirm and shake the surrounding area. The Wailord seemed to pressurize a bit and Gary began to put two and two together. “Pickle? You okay up there?” he called out as the Wailord’s blowhole seemed to be blocked. Just as Gary began contemplating scaling the slippery Wailord’s back, the creature exhaled a powerful spout of water into the air that cascaded down on the beachgoers like rain. Gary held a hand over his eyes to shield them from the sun as he scanned the air for a flying green blob. The invertebrate might not have any bones to break, but a fall from that height would surely do some damage so he’d have to act quickly.
Holding a Pokeball up into the air, Gary considered recalling Pickle back into her own Luxury Ball, but at the speed of terminal velocity it would be very risky and difficult to aim at the small target. Instead, Gary leaned on the natural instincts of a creature that was far more comfortable in the air than he. “Catch her, Artemis!” he called out as a tall blue bird emerged and flapped its wings. Gary was still in the process of getting to know the Cramorant, but he knew that despite their appearances, they were precision hunters who were adept in both the air and the sea. While her wings were not suited for long distance travel, the Cramorant quickly flapped them as she prepared to dart through the air and snatch the Pyukumuku before Stockpiling to cushion their landing.