Pokemon : An Unexpected Journey
Chapter no.314 Mysteries at Celadon City Gym

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[ POV Change ]

[ Celadon City Gym ]

Green disguised as Lisa walked down the bustling streets of Celadon City, taking in the sights and sounds of the vibrant town. She had a mission to accomplish, and it required her to enter the Celadon Gym, a massive building that towered above the rest of the city's shops and houses. From the outside, the gym looked more like a fancy boutique than a place to battle Pokémon. The windows were adorned with various bottles of perfume, and the gym's entrance was flanked by two enormous golden statues of Eevee and Leafeon.

Green paused outside the gym, taking in the details of the architecture. The building was made of gleaming white marble, and the floors were made of polished granite. The interior of the gym was just as impressive as the exterior. The walls were lined with glass cases displaying various perfumes and cosmetics, and the floor was covered in plush carpeting.

As Green was about to enter the gym, she noticed an older man lurking outside, peeking into the windows. She watched him for a moment, trying to gauge his intentions, but he seemed harmless enough. However, as soon as he noticed her staring, he gave her a lecherous grin.

"Heheheh, this gym is great!" he said. "It's full of beautiful women!"

Green rolled her eyes, assuming the man was a pervert. "Oi, you pervert!" she exclaimed, startling the old man. "Is there something I can help you with?"

The old man cleared his throat, suddenly nervous. "What can I do for you, miss?"

Green smiled sweetly, pretending to be a shop assistant. "I couldn't help but notice you admiring our perfumes. Is there a particular scent you're interested in?"

The old man's eyes widened as he looked at her. "Well, I, uh..."

Green produced a highly decorated bottle from her pocket. "This is our most popular fragrance, sir. It's perfect for a distinguished gentleman like yourself."

The old man looked at the bottle skeptically. "And how much does it cost?"

"Only 1000 pokedollars," Green replied, trying to sound convincing.

The old man's bravado immediately evaporated. "You should be ashamed of yourself, for trying to scam the elderly."

Green's eyes narrowed. "Oh, I think Officer Jenny would be ashamed to hear about an elderly pervert like you."

The old man tried to make a run for it, but the shadow beneath her feet outstretched out and caught the old man to freeze him in place.

"Pay up old man, or you're going to spend your last days in prison dropping your soap." The words hit him like a punch to the gut, and he froze in his tracks. 

Green had a confident smirk on her face as she held out a bottle. The old man felt a chill run down his spine as he realized that he was being robbed.

"Ok, I'll pay," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Of course, sir, thank you for your purchase," Green said sweetly, as she handed him the bottle while deftly removing all the money from his wallet. The old man felt a sinking feeling in his stomach as he realized the full extent of his loss.

[ Green, stop fooling around! ] A psychic voice exclaimed in her head as Green smiled.

As the old man turned to leave, he felt a sudden release from the grip around him. With a burst of adrenaline, he broke into a sprint, his old bones protesting with each step. He didn't stop until he was safely tucked away in the dark alleyway, far from prying eyes.

Once he caught his breath, he pulled the bottle out of the bag and examined it closely. The label was bright and colorful, with promises of shiny, lustrous hair before his eyes narrowed at the price tag; 1 Pokedollar.

In a fit of anger, the old man threw the bottle at the payment and suddenly, he heard a loud cracking sound, followed by a sharp pain in his groin. He doubled over in agony, clutching himself as he tried to make sense of what had just happened. That was when he noticed the bottle lying on the ground, bouncing away from him.

"Mew damnit!" he screamed, his voice rising in anger and frustration. He kicked the bottle across the pavement, watching as it shattered into a million pieces. As he stumbled away, he vowed to never let anyone take advantage of him again.

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As Green made her way inside, she couldn't help but marvel at the gym's impressive architecture. The walls were adorned with lush green vines and plants, and the air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers.

She walked towards the gym's reception area, where a green-haired girl in a short green dress approached her. "Hello there," the girl said with a smile. "Would you like to purchase a bottle of our new line of strawberry-scented perfume?"

Green looked interested, but before she could reply, a sudden psychic scream snapped her out of her thoughts. She shook her head and refocused her attention. She couldn't afford to get distracted now, not when she was on a mission.

"Green, focus!" she reminded herself.

The girl with the green hair noticed Green's distraction and became more persistent. "I promise, it's the best perfume you'll ever smell," she added, holding up a small bottle of pink liquid.

As she looked back up at the girl, she could see the suspicion in her eyes. Green knew she had to act quickly to maintain her cover.

She pulled out a small badge from her pocket, flashing it in front of the girl's face. The girl's eyes widened in recognition as she stepped back, her tone becoming colder.

"Please follow me," she said, gesturing towards a hidden passageway behind the gym's reception desk.

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Looker stepped out of the cozy little restaurant across the street from the Celadon City Gym. He felt a sense of urgency as he scanned the street, trying to remember if the woman he had seen just now was indeed the one on the SS. Anne.

He had encountered her during the skirmish against Team Rocket aboard the SS. Anne, where she had slipped away from him through a teleporter. Now, he had caught a glimpse of her in Celadon City, and he was determined to confront her.

As he crossed the road, a car screeched to a halt, honking its horn angrily. Looker paid it no mind, his mind focused on the woman he had seen. He was sure that she had just entered the gym, and he couldn't let her get away again.

He burst through the door of the gym, causing everyone inside to turn and look at him. The gym was spacious, with a high ceiling and wide open spaces for Pokemon battles. A few trainers were working with their Pokemon, while others lounged around in the bleachers.

Looker scanned the room, trying to find the blonde woman he had seen earlier. He quickly spotted Erika, the gym leader, walking towards him. She was a tall, slender woman with long, flowing blue hair and a serene expression. She wore a green dress adorned with leaves, and her eyes glinted with a hint of steel.

" Excuse me, I am trying to find a blonde woman wearing a black and red dress that just came in. I need to talk to her." Looker exclaimed as a blue-haired girl walked towards Looker and said.

" Hello there, Mr..."

" Handerson."

"Hello there, Mr. Handerson," she said in a calm, measured tone. "I am Erika, the Leader of the Celadon City Gym. I would like to ask you to leave the premises, and as for the woman you are looking for, she is not here."

Looker's heart sank. He had been so sure that he had finally caught up with his target. "But I saw her come in here," he protested.

Erika gave him a stern look. "Mr. Handerson, I am the Gym Leader, and I am willing to use force against someone who is causing a ruckus in my gym over someone who isn't even present here."

Looker's mind raced. He couldn't afford to get into a fight with Erika, but he couldn't let his target slip away again. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a red and black PokeBall pendant. It was a secret code that only members of the International Police Force would recognize.

"I'm sorry, but I need to speak with her," he said, holding up the pendant. "It's a matter of utmost importance."

Erika's expression didn't change. "I'm sorry, Mr. Handerson, but I don't recognize that badge. Now, please leave before I call the authorities."

Looker nodded feeling like something was wrong. 

Any and all Gym leaders of the league, know and recognize the international police's badge so why was Erika behaving in such a way?

Was it because she was a part of the Amano Family?

Looker thought as he left the gym.

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[ Omake Paragraph ]

Articuno is traditionally portrayed as a vengeful god of winter, and this is reflected in most of the legends about them. There is the one where, if one is to make eye contact with it or challenge it to a battle, it will gaze into their soul, and if they fail to slay it instantly, it shall judge them (or "you", for the story is often told as a warning) and turn every cell of their body to ice.

There is the one about the weather, for Articuno has always been blamed even for mild flurries. Snow comes from the sky and often with wind, so the prophets of old need not have pointed to them for them to inevitably be associated with blizzards. For instance, there is a story of an Articuno that roosts on a large blue hill east-northeast of Unova and soars around the land every winter, creating blizzards with each flap of its wings. Similar tales exist in Sinnoh of one on Mount Coronet, and perhaps all around the world where snowstorms and Articuno alike are known.

And then there is the one of it appearing to lost travelers and guiding them to their doom, a well-known tale whose standard form needs no elaboration. Curiously, a variant of the myth shows a softer side, where Articuno attempt to lead them to safety. The travelers in this version of the story have heard that Articuno brings doom, runs the other way, and freezes to death on a mountainside. Perhaps this shows that Articuno has a friendly side, and the people who tell this tale have been aided by them in ages past, but perhaps it is merely a satire reflecting on the dangers of getting lost in icy mountains or taking myths at face value.