Mixturing Moves

Chapter 26: Cocoon the Shiny Cloyster.

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The sky looks as clear as day, the sun gracing the Pokemon on Solark with light. Flying Types such as Wingull and Altaria are soaring in the air, enjoying the cool breeze wind given by nature. Soaring alongside the air however, are two black helicopters with the rather fancy-looking letters 'OP' spreading throughout the entrance doors. The choppers are aligned side by side, gradually increasing the distance from each other. Two Weaviles are seen piloting the choppers separately, adjusting the wheels to drive them cautiously.

Within one of the vehicles are the Units, resting casually on the seats while communicating with one another. A couple of Bisharps and Weaviles are beside the Units, wielding black spears and staring sternly across the interior of the chopper. Fiona folds her arms, smirking in delight while moving her legs back and forth.

"Unevolving feels so satisfying. The freedom, the passion, and the appreciation of it all!" Fiona exclaims, waving her hand around. "It gives me so much confidence in myself. No peer pressure to wanting to evolve, nor do I feel worthless because I'm seen as 'weak.' Unlike some folks here..." The Sneasel gazes at Ebony sitting across her, grinning deviously.

Ebony rolls her eyes. "You might as well be considered weak for bragging about it every single time." She responds.

"Oh you just don't see my point of view on evolution."

Ebony raises her brow. "Uh, that's the other way around."

Fiona looks at her white claws. "Whatever. Point is, I believe Pokemon should choose to evolve or not evolve, and feel satisfied with their decision. Be happy with your decision instead of evolving because everyone else is doing it. Or because it's a way to 'get stronger.'"

"Definitely not what I heard from you earlier."

"Agreeing with the Grovyle here." Gonel says, joining in on the conversation while being besides Ebony.

Fiona folds her arms and huffs. "Well excuse me, I was exercising this thing called 'preference.' And I'm pretty sure that everyone has one."

"Yeah? And you were treating that preference like it's a fact."

"Well you were the one boasting about wanting to evolve, though!"

Ebony grits her teeth angrily, closing her eyes. "For the last time: I wasn't. I told myself that I'll get stronger and ended up evolving during training."

"And you chose to evolve just to get stronger, right?" Fiona raises her brow while smirking, leaning her head forward.

Ebony glances at the Sneasel. "Yes. I've been telling you this multiple times before."

"Hmph. Then that further proves my point on why I preferred unevolving." Fiona looks away smiling while Ebony sweatdrops.

Even though I provided legitimate reasons for why I evolved. Ebony thinks before looking away as well. "Sure, whatever."

Meanwhile, Brad is sitting besides Helena and Leon, rubbing his chin tensely as he stares down at the ground. "Hope we return back to the O.P. House soon." He says, his tail tapping on the seat anxiously. "My sister could be waiting outside of the school endlessly during this kind of weather. Having to endure that dreadful heat while I'm gone..."

Helena pats the Breloom gently on the back, smoothing his back with her tail. "Relax, Brad. I'm certain your sister will be fine." She says in a soft tone, Leon nodding to agree with the Milotic.

Brad glares at the Milotic. "Fine? You can never tell in a world like this. Where she could potentially ride home with some stranger because I'm taking too long. Or worse, kidnapped!"