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"Pooch-eyena!" A Pokémon barked, running around a child's ankles. The three-year-old girl giggled happily and petted the jolly natured Pokémon's head. "Poo-pooch." It cooed and nuzzled her palm.
"Daddy can we keep him?" The child begged.
"Her." The young woman sitting at the booth said. "The poochyena is a her, and a prize one at that." She smiled.
"But can we?" The little girl looked up at her father with enormous puppy eyes.
The man groaned and rubbed his forehead. He then smiled at his daughter. "Of course sweetie." He pulled out his wallet as the pup nibbled on his daughter's arm. "How much?"
"Four hundred, sir."
He grumbled and handed the woman a credit card.
Instead of taking it herself, a grovyle took the card and slid it over the portable card reader he and his trainer had gotten about three years ago. It was much better than taking cash for the specially bred Pokémon because, for obvious reasons, not many people carried around hundreds of dollars cash. The grass Pokémon returned the card to its owner.
"Here, a complimentary collar with a bell and a chew toy." The young woman smiled and offered him a stuffed quilfish that squeaked when bitten and a blue collar.
He smiled. "Thank you." Before departing with his family's new pet.
Sonya smiled. The teenager, now seventeen, tucked her copy of the receipt into her little organized box, all parts marked in braille, including the receipts themselves. She hated the pity over 'poor blind girl all on her own'. Especially when that would be spread, and all would hear. Even the criminals.
God she hated the criminals. Not like the ones who stole Pokémon or anything, but the ones that targeted the handicapped. The weak ones. Most criminals at least had enough dignity to go after people who could fend for themselves. Of course she wasn't usually one of those people who couldn't fend for themselves.
The girl had her fair share of misdeeds done to her since becoming 'the blind girl'. It hadn't bothered her at first but then, after the stealing just got worse and then, finally, a man tried to rape her. She was fifteen at the time, and put her foot down the moment he laid a finger on her. The man didn't get a trial for three months, mostly because he was recovering in the hospital. Lairons can do a lot of internal damage when they want to, apparently. So can a pissed off friend, like her buddy Mindy.
So she didn't tell she was blind. She was careful. She kept her Pokémon with her at all times, one always out. And she was happy. The girl glanced around the breeder's convention center, and smiled.
After her accident Sonya had given up her dream of being a trainer and champion. It just didn't seem to be realistic any more. Soon after the girl had fallen into a deep and depressing rut. Her father had become depressed as well and tried to find some way for her to lighten up again, almost desperate after four weeks. He hated the feeling of anyone sad in his presence. That's why he worked so hard to make people happy. But, it didn't seem to work.
Until one day she found out that her vibrava had become pregnant, by what she didn't know. At first she was worried and confused, and found herself studying what would happen. She began to become more interested as she learned, and even insisted on being there when the vet delivered the egg. When he had first handed it to her before giving the egg over to Dasti the girl had felt odd. The thing in her arms was warm, loving, and alive. The shell was still slightly soft, wet. She felt an explosive love for the tiny creature inside immediately.
So that is what she decided to do. To bring Pokémon into this world, and care for them. She became a breeder and started up her own traveling business when she was fifteen. Her dad was okay with her leaving the nest for only two reasons- She had sworn to visit every month and her team was at a high enough level- at least the middle evolution- to keep her safe.
So, business hadn't sprung up at first. She had a lot of competition and a lot of it was still here today. Just listening around her made that evident. She had had to work her little butt off for months to prove that she was good enough to be hired, even though there was still the deterring fact that she was handicapped with blindness. It took months, only to get one client. And she was more of a friend than anything. Thankfully it had opened up a new set of possible clients that got her on her way.
Now she was working alongside the friend- Mindy Summers- almost all the time. When she wasn't traveling on her bike that was. She had clients all through the regions and she did have to see them some times, not just deliver their Pokémon through the PC. For now she was working alone, since Mindy was off training her zangoose. Good God, she thought, that thing must be level bazillion by now.
About then there was a tapping on her counter and she looked back, surprised. "Yes? How may I help you?"
He nodded. "I was wondering if you had any growlithe? My wife really wants one."
She immediately frowned, slightly fearful. "Uh, no. I apologize sir. I don't breed fire types."
"Why not?" He grumbled.
"Look, sir, I'm terribly sorry. There are many other breeders with good fire-type specimens." She frowned, growing slightly frustrated.
He took a step back. "Fine, fine. So much for best breeder in the five regions." He stormed off. Sonya drooped like a wilting flower, chin resting almost against her supple breasts. She sat back up quietly and adjusted her purple-and-grey striped visor, bearing her typical sign of a pokeball of the same colors. It was also displayed on her white half shirt, which was inadvertently layered over a purple-and-grey tank top. She frowned and leaned against the table. "I hate this." She murmured.
Not working, no, she didn't hate that. She hated her strong but far from irrational fear of fire types or fire in general. She just couldn't stand being around them. It had ruined her dream, her eyesight, and even her appearance. She didn't just keep these glasses on to protect her eyes, no way. They hid the stained, burnt grey things she called eyes. Just about everyone flinched if she removed her glasses, excluding Mindy that was. Mostly because Mindy couldn't even see out of her own goggles.
She also hated not only that the fear lost business, but that it made her a weaker trainer. She couldn't keep a balanced team with any fire types, even though it was a pretty strong team in itself. They were no good towards Ice types really. It ticked her off that she couldn't spend enough time with a rapidash to figure out how to slaughter grass types and get through the Pokémon league. That was, if she had wanted to. She didn't have any desire to become a professional trainer anymore (especially because she couldn't get a real trainers license, being handicapped, and therefore couldn't legally challenge a gym.) but it would be pretty cool to have a good fire type. Darn that slugma.
She stood and went to get something to eat, following her grovyle with one arm linked around his.

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"Pooch-eyena!" A Pokémon barked, running around a child's ankles. The three-year-old girl giggled happily and petted the jolly natured Pokémon's head. "Poo-pooch." It cooed and nuzzled her palm.
"Daddy can we keep him?" The child begged.
"Her." The young woman sitting at the booth said. "The poochyena is a her, and a prize one at that." She smiled.
"But can we?" The little girl looked up at her father with enormous puppy eyes.
The man groaned and rubbed his forehead. He then smiled at his daughter. "Of course sweetie." He pulled out his wallet as the pup nibbled on his daughter's arm. "How much?"
"Four hundred, sir."
He grumbled and handed the woman a credit card.
Instead of taking it herself, a grovyle took the card and slid it over the portable card reader he and his trainer had gotten about three years ago. It was much better than taking cash for the specially bred Pokémon because, for obvious reasons, not many people carried around hundreds of dollars cash. The grass Pokémon returned the card to its owner.
"Here, a complimentary collar with a bell and a chew toy." The young woman smiled and offered him a stuffed quilfish that squeaked when bitten and a blue collar.
He smiled. "Thank you." Before departing with his family's new pet.
Sonya smiled. The teenager, now seventeen, tucked her copy of the receipt into her little organized box, all parts marked in braille, including the receipts themselves. She hated the pity over 'poor blind girl all on her own'. Especially when that would be spread, and all would hear. Even the criminals.
God she hated the criminals. Not like the ones who stole Pokémon or anything, but the ones that targeted the handicapped. The weak ones. Most criminals at least had enough dignity to go after people who could fend for themselves. Of course she wasn't usually one of those people who couldn't fend for themselves.
The girl had her fair share of misdeeds done to her since becoming 'the blind girl'. It hadn't bothered her at first but then, after the stealing just got worse and then, finally, a man tried to rape her. She was fifteen at the time, and put her foot down the moment he laid a finger on her. The man didn't get a trial for three months, mostly because he was recovering in the hospital. Lairons can do a lot of internal damage when they want to, apparently. So can a pissed off friend, like her buddy Mindy.
So she didn't tell she was blind. She was careful. She kept her Pokémon with her at all times, one always out. And she was happy. The girl glanced around the breeder's convention center, and smiled.
After her accident Sonya had given up her dream of being a trainer and champion. It just didn't seem to be realistic any more. Soon after the girl had fallen into a deep and depressing rut. Her father had become depressed as well and tried to find some way for her to lighten up again, almost desperate after four weeks. He hated the feeling of anyone sad in his presence. That's why he worked so hard to make people happy. But, it didn't seem to work.
Until one day she found out that her vibrava had become pregnant, by what she didn't know. At first she was worried and confused, and found herself studying what would happen. She began to become more interested as she learned, and even insisted on being there when the vet delivered the egg. When he had first handed it to her before giving the egg over to Dasti the girl had felt odd. The thing in her arms was warm, loving, and alive. The shell was still slightly soft, wet. She felt an explosive love for the tiny creature inside immediately.
So that is what she decided to do. To bring Pokémon into this world, and care for them. She became a breeder and started up her own traveling business when she was fifteen. Her dad was okay with her leaving the nest for only two reasons- She had sworn to visit every month and her team was at a high enough level- at least the middle evolution- to keep her safe.
So, business hadn't sprung up at first. She had a lot of competition and a lot of it was still here today. Just listening around her made that evident. She had had to work her little butt off for months to prove that she was good enough to be hired, even though there was still the deterring fact that she was handicapped with blindness. It took months, only to get one client. And she was more of a friend than anything. Thankfully it had opened up a new set of possible clients that got her on her way.
Now she was working alongside the friend- Mindy Summers- almost all the time. When she wasn't traveling on her bike that was. She had clients all through the regions and she did have to see them some times, not just deliver their Pokémon through the PC. For now she was working alone, since Mindy was off training her zangoose. Good God, she thought, that thing must be level bazillion by now.
About then there was a tapping on her counter and she looked back, surprised. "Yes? How may I help you?"
He nodded. "I was wondering if you had any growlithe? My wife really wants one."
She immediately frowned, slightly fearful. "Uh, no. I apologize sir. I don't breed fire types."
"Why not?" He grumbled.
"Look, sir, I'm terribly sorry. There are many other breeders with good fire-type specimens." She frowned, growing slightly frustrated.
He took a step back. "Fine, fine. So much for best breeder in the five regions." He stormed off. Sonya drooped like a wilting flower, chin resting almost against her supple breasts. She sat back up quietly and adjusted her purple-and-grey striped visor, bearing her typical sign of a pokeball of the same colors. It was also displayed on her white half shirt, which was inadvertently layered over a purple-and-grey tank top. She frowned and leaned against the table. "I hate this." She murmured.
Not working, no, she didn't hate that. She hated her strong but far from irrational fear of fire types or fire in general. She just couldn't stand being around them. It had ruined her dream, her eyesight, and even her appearance. She didn't just keep these glasses on to protect her eyes, no way. They hid the stained, burnt grey things she called eyes. Just about everyone flinched if she removed her glasses, excluding Mindy that was. Mostly because Mindy couldn't even see out of her own goggles.
She also hated not only that the fear lost business, but that it made her a weaker trainer. She couldn't keep a balanced team with any fire types, even though it was a pretty strong team in itself. They were no good towards Ice types really. It ticked her off that she couldn't spend enough time with a rapidash to figure out how to slaughter grass types and get through the Pokémon league. That was, if she had wanted to. She didn't have any desire to become a professional trainer anymore (especially because she couldn't get a real trainers license, being handicapped, and therefore couldn't legally challenge a gym.) but it would be pretty cool to have a good fire type. Darn that slugma.
She stood and went to get something to eat, following her grovyle with one arm linked around his.