Christmas time is upon us, which means more sporadic updates. Alas. At least people get to see me continuing to slow-roll introductions for the reimagined members of Kenneth's group and get a decent infodump on specifically how the League gym circuit works in the process (plus a thinly-veiled rant at user-imposed online battle restrictons).
Chapter 13 - Three Types
Darkwood City was a beautiful place, blending Idama’s usually traditional style with surprising modernization. Nearly every building was adorned by vines, hanging plants, even trees out front. It made Alex think of photos she’d seen of Opelucid City, both progressive and traditional at the same time, like two different cities overlaid atop one another.
Alex and Terry certainly had a lot of time to kill, more than Alex would normally have filled up even in full-on tourist mode, but she didn’t see any reason not to get the gym challenge over with sooner rather than later. The gym itself was very impressive, sporting massive glass doors which refracted light like giant prisms. The floor was made of polished stone and the furniture of high-grade hardwood.
“Excuse me,” said Terry to the woman working at the main desk after she’d ignored them for too long.
“Oh, um, sorry,” said the woman, looking away from the screen. It was tilted so that Alex could glance at it, and she was surprised to see that gaming or social networking weren’t to blame for the delay. “How can I help you?”
“We’d like to schedule a challenge,” Terry said.
“Right,” the woman said. Her nametag read Chloe. “Just… um… give me one second here. Sorry, I’m new.”
“It’s fine,” Terry said.
Chloe tapped a few keys and frowned. “I’m afraid this’ll be one more second…”
Suppressing a sigh, Alex interjected, “Look, if it’s anything like the software we used back in Kanto, control-shift-F4 will save and close out that records screen.”
Chloe blinked as this worked. “Huh. That’s handy. You’re good with this stuff?”
“I did a bit of work at the gym in Cerulean City,” Alex answered. “You learn the shortcuts really fast when you’re the one stuck handling challenges from the rush of kids who’re fresh with their starters after the yearly League new trainer intake.”
“I just missed that time of the year,” Chloe said. “I hear it’s brutal.” She tilted her head. “Cerulean City?”
“It’s in Japan. Kanto region.”
“Ah. Well, it looks like we’re about ready to register. Can I get your names?”
Terry introduced himself, and Chloe entered the name wordlessly. Turning to Alex, she asked, “Yours?”
“Alexandra Lindstrom,” Alex answered.
“Okay. Finally, I’ll just need your trainer cards and we’ll be all set.”
A knot formed in Alex’s stomach. This was always the most awkward part. Trainer cards had to have the trainer’s full legal name, which wouldn’t be a problem for Terry, since going by a diminutive was understandable. Alex could just imagine the scenario that’d play out once Chloe saw her legal name.
Chloe swiped Terry’s trainer card through a machine attached to her computer, and an info screen popped up. Chloe gave it a once-over and hit enter, dismissing it. She repeated this process with Alex’s and the same screen popped up. Chloe furrowed her brow.
“I hate when this happens,” Chloe said. “I probably just made a typo somewhere.” After a moment, she asked, “… Wait, this card says your name is Alexander?”
Alex sighed. In a dry tone, she asked rhetorically, “It does say that, doesn’t it?”
Chloe bit her lip. “I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to call my supervisor.”
It was as Alex feared. League regulations stated discrepancies between a trainer’s legal and preferred names had to be authorized by someone on the gym’s managerial staff. The Neo League’s rules were copied wholesale from the Pokémon League’s, largely for the reason that trainers would be more comfortable competing in a league that followed familiar rules.
Still, there were no provisions in the books for handling gender-based discrepancies. Inept identity thieves existed and bad trainers would certainly prefer to ruin someone else’s rating instead of their own—but with a name like Alex there was really no excuse. Sure, she
could simply be trying to use a nearly homophonic name in the hopes that Chloe wouldn’t notice, but why even consider that possibility given the much simpler and more obvious one?
Terry gave Alex’s hand a reassuring squeeze. She hadn’t noticed him take it.
Chloe’s supervisor arrived in moments, and the look on her face suggested to Alex that this wasn’t the first time she’d been frivolously summoned.
“Is there something wrong?” The supervisor asked.
“Look, Maya, I know this isn’t really a ‘problem,’ but technically I need your authorization, so…” Chloe said, but trailed off as Maya scanned the computer screen intently, glanced at Alex, glanced back to the screen, and sighed.
“I don’t see why you would,” Maya said. Her accent was extremely thick. “It’s obvious this young woman is who she claims to be.”
To keep her mind off the embarrassment of all this, Alex focused on reading her own information. Pokémon League and Neo League ratings were scored independently, although both used the same system. This system operated on individual knockout-to-faint ratio, which skewed the results of double battles. As such, her Pokémon League rating was pretty good, easily in the low professional range, but her Neo League rating was dismal.
So much for
that distraction.
“I know,” Chloe said. “I just… you know, with that inspection last week, I…”
“Fine,” Maya said. “You have authorization to override the discrepancy. Which I notice you did on your own with this young woman’s partner.”
Chloe winced. “I’m really, really sorry,” she said as she finished inputting Alex’s information. She gave Alex back her trainer card.
“It’s okay,” Alex lied. The exchange made her sick to her stomach, but she wasn’t the vindictive sort. Taking her feelings out on Chloe wouldn’t accomplish anything.
“Anyway,” Chloe continued. “Um, just to give you the rest of the standard preamble, this gym’s bench number is set to two. Refights can be taken once per season, but with a four-month wait cycle and a rating penalty.”
“Are battles Type A or B?” Alex asked.
“Oh, right. Actually, Type C.”
That figured. Type A was unrestricted—anything short of killing the opposing Pokémon was legal. Type B restricted weather effects and other attacks that altered battle conditions. Type C was the most restrictive, very rarely used, and prohibited certain attacks and even outright banned sufficiently powerful Pokémon. Someone like Sam couldn’t even meet the bench requirements for a Type C gym, which meant Type C effectively banned trainers from competition solely for being too good.
Terry scoffed derisively. “Well, just give us our date and time.”
Chloe nodded and supplied the requested information. Their challenge was two days from then, which gave them plenty of time to get ready. It locked their Pokémon lineup, which meant Wartortle or Feebas evolving wouldn’t help any, but Alex was resolved to maintain her confidence in what she sometimes thought of as the three Gs.
This minor bit of enforced optimism didn’t help Alex as she followed Terry out of the gym, seething not with anger but with frustration. Her mind kept replaying the humiliating scene she had to endure, sparking all manner of unpleasant thoughts she’d never been able to suppress fully. All because two letters out of eighteen weren’t what one woman expected.
Alex supposed she could always complain to Marril, but even Marril’s patience had its limits.
“It’s okay,” Terry said as he gave Alex a hug.
“No it isn’t,” Alex said, unable to meet Terry’s eyes. “I wish it was, but all I can do is pretend.”
Hands still on Alex’s shoulders, Terry said, “If it bothers you, then you shouldn’t have to pretend. Not anymore.”
Alex afforded Terry a hollow smile. She wanted to say that she didn’t think Terry could put up with her if she stopped hiding how hurt these little things made her. That’d be giving Terry too little credit, and she was trying not to be negative all the time.
“Tell you what,” Terry said. “We’ve got the rest of the day ahead of us. I’m sure we can find something fun to help take your mind off this.”
Alex scoffed lightly in amusement. “First things first,” she said. “Lunchtime.”
“I think I saw a promising-looking place on the way here. Feeling up for Greek?”
“Oh, joy. I love food I can’t spell offhand.”
“That’s a no?”
Alex rolled her eyes. “It’s a yes. Learn sarcasm, man.”
“I don’t see
that ever happening.”
“It’s okay. I’ll just have Marril teach you.”
Terry's grimace actually did quite a bit to improve Alex’s mood.
“I give up,” Alex said, stumbling out of the hotel bathroom and flopping onto her bed.
“Feebas got you?” Terry asked, not looking up from his tablet. It seemed to be his favourite way to pass the time after all was said and done in a day.
“At this rate he’ll evolve in about six years,” Alex whined, muffled by the fact that she was facedown in the sheets. She rolled over onto her back. “Not even Marril can figure it out. I think I got the short-pokéball Feebas.”
“How can you tell it’ll be that long?”
“His scales,” Alex explained. “Feebas’ scales change colour as they get closer to evolution. I dunno why that is—it has something to do with some chemical in specific berries, I dunno. That’s more Sam’s area of expertise. Anyway, they go from looking all roughshod to iridescent. Feebas’ have only barely started to change and I actually managed to stick every poffin I made down his throat.”
Terry set the tablet aside and focused his attention on Alex. “Even forced evolution takes time. Why not just focus on getting Wartortle to evolve?”
“Because Feebas is registered in my battle lineup,” Alex said. “Every opponent gets to see it before the battle starts. Do you really think I want to be ‘that girl with a Feebas registered for competitive battle’? It looks even more ridiculous than if I had Marril registered.”
“It’s not like anyone will think you’d seriously use him,” Terry pointed out.
“Yeah, but it’s just…” Alex trailed off. She rolled over and rotated so she faced Terry when she sat up. “I hate having two of my five being so weak.”
“I’ve got Eevee in my lineup.”
“Yeah, but you can evolve her whenever you think she’s ready. I don’t have any control over Feebas or Wartortle.”
Terry hesitated in his answer. “It’s… not quite that simple. Anyway, your other three are pretty good.”
Alex wondered why Terry sounded so evasive, but decided not to press the issue. She had secrets she wouldn’t want Terry to learn. It was perfectly fair for Terry to have secrets of his own. For all she knew, Eevee was like Marril and simply didn’t want to evolve, and needed time to get used to the idea.
Of course, that also meant Feebas might not want to evolve. It wasn’t like the fish ever said anything intelligible, meaning Alex was reduced to trying to guess what went on in his head.
“This is one of those times I just want to sleep things off,” Alex admitted, flopping back down and staring at the ceiling.
“Running from the problem only works for so long,” Terry said.
“I know that.
Gods, do I ever know that. It’s the reason I started hormone treatment at 21 instead of like 14.”
“It’s also the reason you started it at 21 instead of 30.”
“Good point,” Alex conceded. Intellectually, she agreed with the sentiment, but emotionally speaking her regret was simply too powerful. She rolled over onto her left side, facing the wall.
Alex heard a familiar patter of small feet on the carpet behind her, then a soft thump on the bed. She didn’t roll over to face Marril.
“Ma-ma-Marril-ri-Ar-ril-mar,” Marril offered.
“No, that’s fine,” Alex said.
“Ar-ril-ma-mar-ar-Marril,” Marril countered.
Part of having known Alex for over half her life meant Marril knew Alex’s emotional weaknesses. Marril’s offer to make a special appeal to Wartortle wasn’t necessarily something Alex should refuse, but Alex’s desire not to be a burden on others meant too often she refused others’ kindness.
Marril’s retort, that such “humility” came off as selfishness in its own right, was yet another thing Alex understood intellectually but couldn’t internalize on an emotional level. Marril was more than another Pokémon in Alex’s lineup. She was Alex’s oldest friend. So often she was the only confidante Alex had. Refusing something that might help ease the pain Alex routinely shared with her was utterly selfish.
Alex sat back up. “All right,” she said to Marril. “If you think it’ll do anything, anyway.”
“Do I even want to know?” Terry asked as Alex dug her cell phone out of her backpack.
“It’s nothing you need to be afraid of.”
“That’s always good news.”
“I’ll be sure to bring bad news later,” Alex promised as she began to compose a text to Sam.
She was going to need Sam’s expertise after all.
Melanie met a newly detached Team Rocket agent at the lab codenamed Beta Site. The building being newer than the old one, it had a much more modern feel, which was a small but appreciated comfort to Melanie after her efforts trying to follow Giovanni’s orders ended almost uniformly in failure.
The new agent was first to the meeting room. If Melanie’s “dark beauty” as Sam once described it was somehow emblematic of the dark yin of Team Rocket, then this woman was the light yang. She looked to be about the same age as Juliet, and had very fair skin and platinum blonde hair. She also had a certain regality, even nobility to her in her posture, in her stride, in the very way she occupied space.
By contrast, Juliet looked especially haggard as she stepped into the meeting room. While she pretended to lean against the table for effect, Melanie suspected it obvious even to Elizabeth that this was to cover her obvious fatigue. Dark circles under Juliet’s eyes were common, but now they were bloodshot and unfocused. It was very likely she hadn’t slept in days.
“You’re the agent Kenneth dispatched to the Rueni region,” Juliet identified the woman. Her voice was slow and deliberate, with a hint of slurring.
“My name is Elizabeth,” she introduced herself, nodding sharply.
“It seems you’ve already met my assistant Melanie,” Juliet said.
“Indeed.” Elizabeth frowned. “Do you mind if I speak bluntly?”
Juliet laughed softly and pulled a chair out from the table. Sitting down with little grace, she said, “Go ahead.”
“The information you received said that Giovanni sent Kenneth here to work with Roland on the New Rocket situation. That’s not entirely true. Actually, it’s not even remotely true.”
“Shame,” Juliet mumbled. “I’d hoped things would be simple for once.”
Elizabeth looked at Melanie as if to question her trustworthiness discreetly. Melanie ignored the silent accusation. “Kenneth is here of his own volition. We’re working to supplant Roland entirely.”
“Why tell this to
me?” Juliet wondered aloud. “My status as Executive is largely for show. I can’t do much to support you, and I certainly can’t do much to stop you. Are you mocking me?”
“Not in the slightest,” Elizabeth assured her. “Roland’s blind to his men channeling money and resources to the New Rockets. Worse, he refuses to acknowledge that this is happening.”
Juliet remained silent. Melanie couldn’t blame her.
“You’re here to prevent them getting Tribo somehow?” Melanie asked.
Elizabeth nodded. “They’re bound to try eventually. With that little attack convincing you that they want to destroy it, not steal it, they’re well-positioned to change their approach to one you aren’t prepared for.”
“I thought isolation was supposed to be why we’re in Idama in the first place,” Juliet said. Theoretically, Idama was enough out of the way that Team Rocket could operate undetected. In reality, Giovanni’s rampant expansionism wound up triggering the formation of the New Rockets. Melanie found herself wishing the Team Rocket higher-ups had left well enough alone and left Juliet in charge.
Apparently Elizabeth agreed. “Someone down the line messed up. That’s why I’m here. Just keep Melanie close—ignore those orders ‘Giovanni’ sent. I very much doubt Giovanni had a hand in them. Actually, ignore Roland completely. Finishing the Tribo Project is your only goal.”
“Easier said than done, given recent events.”
“I’ll worry about that, not you,” Elizabeth said. “I’ve got the people and resources to keep you safe—
actually safe, not Roland’s halfhearted ‘send in some people at the last minute’ attempt that wound up costing you your lab.”
“Do I want to know what you intend to do?” Juliet wondered.
“As an Executive, it’s your prerogative to inquire, but I think in this case it would be best if you asked me no questions so I can tell you no lies.”
“Very well. In that case, all I ask is that you keep me apprised of anything that affects me.”
Elizabeth scoffed lightly. “I’m not Roland. I recognize the value of communication.”
“Will that be all?” Juliet asked.
Nodding, Elizabeth said, “I think so. If all goes according to plan, this place should be up and running in days and you won’t have to worry about anything except completing your project.”
Juliet stared at the ceiling as Elizabeth left. In a weary tone she mumbled, barely audible, “At least
this boss of the day is letting us play to our strengths.”