"Thankies" And then Zoka was out of the door, heading home. He
walked the short distance to his house and went inside letting all
his pokemon from their pokeballs. Zoka presented the peanut butter
he got from Okin to his Persian who started devouring it with
unbeliable hunger. Sighing at his pokemon's idiocy he went to sit
outside to enjoy some peace and quiet.
well that had been interesting. first things first get rid of that
camera. he chopped it in half with a razor shell attack. he
imputted the code in the wall and headed into his training room.
After a while Zoka headed back inside to find Scrafty and Wartortle
figthing over something. Again. Zoka went to get them out of each
others throats and after he finally managed to calm them down he
noticed they had mangaed to trash his place real good. He had
succeded in preventing his Persian from destroying his stuff but
these two made sure he had no more furniture. Extremely annoyed,
Zoka started yelling at Scrafty and Wartortle, he just didn't get
why those two wouldn't get along. Annoyed and angry Zoka was indeed
a bad thing, his pokemons were facing some brutal training in the
future.
As he entered the swamp he remembered that he didnt have any
antidotes. "dang.." suddenly in the heart of the swamp he was
attacked by a toxicroak Drapion and Garbodar. all of them using
poison jab. he was badly badly poisoned. one might say deathly
posioned.
Zoka was pissed due to the stunt his pokemons played earlier and
that fueled his annoyance on the fact that his Sceptile still
wasn't learning that new move he was trying to teach him. He was
yelling at him again while they trained. Suddenly he started
coughing violently and when he tried to yell at his pokemons not to
look so damn concerned, he noticed he couldn't get a single
syllable out. Well, too much yelling tends to do that. So he called
the training quits (well, he didn't really "call" it quits since he
couldn't talk) and went inside to make some dinner for his
ungrateful pokemons, after all they needed to eat too. He just
hoped Scrafty and Wartortle hadn't completely destroyed his kitchen
too during their fight earlier.
his three attackers left as quickly as they had come. but the
damage had been done. as he crawled on okin realized he had gone
the wrong was but as he crashed through some bushes as they quickly
regrew he found himself on the beach. tired and with the poison
taking its effect he lay there unconsious.
While he was walking through his damaged house he just couldn't
help but think that there was something good with this destuction
after all. If Izzy had had any cameras inside his house, which he
thought was pretty damn illegal, they were all broken now. Close to
his kitchen now, Zoka stopped abrubtly, he was staring at his yard
through a hole in his wall. Shaking his head he made it to the
kitchen and noticed it wasn't totally a wreck. Grabbing some food
that wasn't uneatable he made his way back to the training grounds
where his pokemons were waiting for him. He gave some food to all
of them and sat on the ground while munching on some bread. For
some reason he felt like he had forgotten something but couldn't
remember what. After a while it dawned to him and he went through
his pockets, his antidotes were gone. He must've dropped them when
he was arguing with Kevin and Izzy. What a pity, he needed to
remember to buy some more later.
become concious while using all of his strength to stay awake okin
tried getting one of his aquamarine shells to signal into a beach
house. out of it fell an antidote. but his vision had gone blurry
and he started feeling numb.
Having eaten the bread Zoka signalled his pokemons to get a move on
and start cleaning his house a bit. There was a lot of broken stuff
and it would take them an eternity to clean all of it up but you
gotta start from somewhere, right. Zoka got up and followed his
pokemon to the house and started gathering stuff that miraculously
wasn't broken. And then he saw it; his PlayStation was in million
pieces! How could he play Guitar Hero now!? Zoka felt like crying.