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The next day we were up bright and early, or well, I was. As usual, while I got up at five in the morning to get those epic gains, Hilda lay in bed until nine am.
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Still, it was a very, very good day. Why? Because when I was done training with my pokemon and cruised around the local market area, I found it. It was in the display window of a second hand electronics store, but I found it. An electrical generator that could connect to a pokemon.

It cost me a full on thousand pokedollars to buy, expensive as all fuck, but I got my hands on one. And you know what that means right? Electricity, even in the wild!

I made great haste in zooming throughout all the shops in the area after that, picking up a gaming system, games to go with it, a television, master plug extension and more.

Alongside the supplies I stocked up on, alongside pokeballs to make up for the ones I had used while in this city, I ended up spending a full five thousand pokedollars in total, especially considering I was upgrading my diet.

Still, by time I was done and Hilda was up and had her breakfast alongside her pokemon, it was eleven in the morning, so still quite early.

And we set off from Hollywood, resuming the journey towards Vermillion City.

I was not the only one wide a wide ass smile on my face as we left the city behind though, Hilda couldn't have wiped the one off of her own face if she tried, "Somebody's in a good mood." I pointed out.
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"Look who's talking," Hilda snorted, but continued smiling, "Besides, why wouldn't I be? Things are looking all bright and shiny for me now!" she pumped a fist into the air happily.

"Because of the prices on land?" I asked, eyebrow raised at her. She was doggedly pouring over the computer last night looking it all over even after I returned from training my pokemon Winona style and was still at it when I went to sleep.
"Obviously!" Hilda shook her head and rolled her eyes, "Do you have any idea what kind of treasure trove that place is?"

"...I mean it's land, at super cheap prices and with no taxes, it kinda speaks for itself." I pointed out. Beyond there probably being some useful items scattered throughout the area that were lost and dropped by accident, or even just left behind because the owner didn't know the true value.

My Meowth's with Pickup would be good for trawling through all of the abandoned side of Hollywood to find anything of use. Pickup as I'd learned from the Pokedex, was for pokemon, like a sixth sense that led them towards scattered items that they themselves considered valuable. Basically, an item finder. I have no idea how that works, just that it does and I will happily abuse it for my own gains.

I am awesome like that. Strategy is good, great even, but finite. But gains? Gains are eternal!
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Or at least they will be for me once I get a Honedge. Hopefully. I mean, if it worked for AZ it should work for me right? 'Heh, y'know if this was actually the anime television show with people watching, I'd be the total boss villain hidden in the shadow of Team Rocket, wouldn't I?' I mused. And I am totally okay with that, I won't lie and say my plans in regards to getting a Honedge aren't quite fucked up.

'Wait, shit!' My eyes widened as I remembered. I had totally forgot to see about getting into contact with Professor Sycamore! Damnit!

Damn you Goldeen memory! 'Note to self, figure out a way to do something about that.' I reminded myself. Maybe I should get an Alakazam or something to connect to my mind twenty four seven and read my mind, then remind me when I forget something?

Delegation at its finest.

"Still a kid, huh?" Hilda teased, breaking me from my thoughts. And I am not ashamed to admit my eye almost twitched as she reminded me of Iris, "Have you forgotten what I'm wanting to do?"
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"...Build a studio?" I gave her a blank look. C'mon, I know my memory is shit, but it isn't quite that bad.

"Yes, and do you remember what's on all that land for sale that the city of Hollywood has given up claim to, that has no ownership currently?" she arced a brown eyebrow at me.

"Broken down buildings?" I asked. Because that really was all there was there. It was a shit hole after all.

Hilda sighed at my apparent stupidity, "Theatres and other studios you dolt!" she huffed at me, "They left tons of equipment behind that I can easily repurpose, Dusion will be able to gather it all for me easily and I'll save even more money in starting up my studio!"

Oh, right. I forgot for a moment that there were tons of theatres and crap that were abandoned as well.

Wait! Wouldn't they also have those massive screens for playing movies and shit? "Dibs." I grinned at her. I want one of those, I'll make a huge home entertainment system in my future epic mansion.

Can you imagine watching porn on one of those screens? 'In the immortal words of Austin Powers, yeah baby, yeah!'

"You can't call dibs!" Hilda squawked.
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"And why can't I?" I crossed my arms and sassed her with a smug smirk.

"Because for one, you haven't bought any of the land yet!" she shot back, "I haven't either, but I at least contacted the mayor this morning and put my name down as a future buyer."

I stopped walking. Huh. Another thing I totally forgot. This is a bit beyond a joke now. I turned on my heel and began walking in the other direction, "And where the heck are you going!?" Hilda called after me.

"Gotta go back and put my name down." I replied. As unlikely as it is, I don't want anyone else swooping in and yoinking the land right from under my nose.

"Hold it you idiot, I already did that!"

I stopped and turned back around, "You did?" I asked. Nice of her, and I'm really grateful, but; "Why?"

Hilda crossed her arms and rolled her eyes, "We've been travelling together for nearly two full weeks now, I think I've got a decent figure on your personality at this point," the beautiful brunette replied, "You're so focused on your pokemon, a lot of minor things like that slip right by you if you don't follow up on them right away, I gave the mayor your name as well because I figured you hadn't done so, and I was right."

"Ah...thanks." I scratched the back of my head sheepishly. She had a good grasp on me so far, huh?

"Not worth thanking me for, we're friends remember?" she pointed out.

Ah right, we are. That is the kind of thing friends would do for each other. I'd said so before myself, but I hadn't really internalised it. Because, it still felt a bit surreal talking to someone I once thought fictional. "Yeah, right." I agreed.

"Now c'mon, we're burning daylight here," she waved me back over towards her, "Honestly, with how forgetful you are, I'm gonna end up worrying myself into grey hairs about you once you fly off on your own you idiot." she huffed as I made my way back over to her.

"Can't have that, I like your hair." I replied, a genuine smile spreading across my face. Fondness welled up in me. We really are friends, huh? Pretty good ones actually. Yesterday with her stepping up and putting Goh in his place and now this.
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"You do?" Hilda reached up to stroke her ponytail, "I'm not really a fan of it, it's all puffy because of travelling so much, when I was working as an actress I had it all silky and smooth."

"Yeah, the way it's all fluffy looking is cute, adds to your charm." I nodded as we began walking once again, making our way down south Route six. I admired the older girl beside me out of my peripheral vision as she fiddled with the fluffy brown haired ponytail jutting out of the back of her cap.

She really was incredibly good looking, with a dynamite body. But, she wasn't just some hot piece of ass. Hilda was my friend, who just so happened to be a hot piece of ass at the same time.

Minor as that distinction seemed, it made a world of difference, to me at least.

"Mmm, I dunno if I should take your word for it, you'd probably hit on a tree trunk if it was shaped like a girls crotch." Hilda pointed out with a teasing grin.

I was about to reply with an incredibly witty retort that would no dobut have left her dumbfounded at my sheer genius, but alas I could not.
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The loud rev of a car engine and the sounds of thick tires crunching over the gravel of the route reached my ears. Odd, I rarely saw any cars going through the routes I'd been travelling through.

Then again, I flew the way between Pewter and Cerulean, so I'm probably not the greatest authority.

I looked over my shoulder at the approaching car and I felt my jaw drop. It was a shiny red convertible. A convertible filled to the brim with girls in cheerleader outfits, bar the one guy, a teenager looking a few years older than me with spiky brown hair sitting at the back with his arms wrapped around the shoulders of two of the cheerleaders, a smug grin on his face.

It was Gary motherfucking Oak. I can practically hear the rival theme from the first generation games resounding in my ears right now.

I honestly thought he would just drive right passed when Hilda pulled me to the side to give them space, but instead, the red convertible slowed to a stop.

“Hello there fellow trainers,” Gary greeted us with a huge smug smirk, not even bothering to remove his arms from around the two cheerleaders, “The name is Gary Oak, future Pokemon Master, how about a battle?” he asked, looking directly at me.​