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A short story starring Rene and Carlito's cool character, Tessa!
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Getting Trained
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“Again!”
Sweat gleaming on his brow René raised himself up from his bent position, wiping his hands off the knees of his pants, all the while breathing heavily.
He’d spent every afternoon this week training at the PCA until late into the evening. René didn’t know what came over him. Well that wasn’t quite true. He knew exactly why he was taking battling more seriously than ever.
“If you win your next five fights,” Nicole promised him with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. “I’ll start personally training you myself. One-on-one.”
René was suitably motivated. But beyond that he wanted to genuinely PROVE himself. Do Nicole and his mother proud of him.
He didn’t tell his teammates. “Don’t want to get their hopes up, incase I don’t improve.” René rationalized to himself. “Besides, the last thing I need is more pressure or having them buzzing around and tossing in their two-cents.”
Of course, shouting encouragement to himself for several hours each night was a pain in the tails. Taking a deep breath René shouted at himself. “Again!” Nicolas had told him that verbal encouragement could be a big help, even when you did it yourself.
After a week of trying it, René was convinced that Nicolas was full of it.
René went through his paces practicing his moves, especially his fire attacks; trying to increase their heat and striking power. Practicing by himself did come with one major drawback: No one to tell you to quit when you were overextending yourself.
Going for one last big display of Fire Spin, René took a deep breath but then choked at the last second; the outgoing burst of flame combusted inside his own mouth. He dropped to his knees, choking and gasping.
“Whoa! Take it easy there!” René looked up in time to see a bottle of water thrust into his face. “Drink.”
Not wasting any time René greedily drank the water down; as happy to see it as any fire-type could be to see a liquid. In under half a minute the bottle was empty. Exhaling deeply René sat back up again, still panting. “Thanks…” He looked up to find himself starting at a wheelchair-bound pachirisu girl in the chest. “Uh…”
“Up here.” She said, more amused than anything else. “You okay?”
“Uh-huh.” René nodded as he looked up and found himself staring at an upperclassman who served as the student assistance coach: Tessa Ardillo del Relampago. “Um, hi.”
“Hey yourself René.” Tessa nodded at him, steepling her fingers in her lap. “Care to tell me what brings you here?” Being Marceau’s assistant, she knew the various team leaders of the school—including the more reluctant ones. She hadn’t really spoken to René much before, aside from some brief remarks. Most of her real conversations with the Turqs—when she had any at all—were done through the scyther, Sam.
She had watched the Turqs fight the Krimsons—her younger brother Dominic ran the team—in an informal sparring match a week ago. René lost...embarrassingly, if Tessa recalled correctly.
René shrugged as he sat on his knees. “Just practicing.”
“Is that what you were doing?” Tessa raised a brow. “While I can applaud your dedication you’ll have to forgive me if I ask…are you crazy or just plain dumb? Do you know how dangerous it is to practice by yourself, without anyone around to help if you need it? You’re just lucky I came in late to finish up some paperwork for Coach Marceau or you might’ve really hurt yourself.”
René looked down, his face heating in chagrin. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize to me, it wasn’t my head in danger of bursting into flame.” Tessa pointed out, but then softened her expression. “If you want to train, that’s what I’m here for.”
“Well I didn’t really want to be a bother—” René started to say.
“Is that it?” Tessa asked. “Or is it that you didn’t want anyone to see you flail around like a loon because you have no idea what you’re doing?”
“A little from Column A, a little from Column B.” René mumbled as he ran his fingers through his hair. “I have no idea how to get better at this. It’s just too hard.”
“Excuse me?” Tessa asked with steely eyes as she rolled her chair forward, ‘accidentally’ running over René’s tails.
“OWW!” René exclaimed as he started trying to tug his tails free, to no avail. Tessa drummed her fingers on the arm of her wheelchair.
“Having some trouble?” She asked calmly.
“Yes…” René mewled. “My tails are caught in your chair.”
“I’m sorry?” Tessa asked feigning ignorance. “In my what?”
“Your wheelchair.” René said in confusion, not comprehending her seeming ignorance. “My tails are caught in your wheel…chair.” He trailed off, finally comprehending. “Oh sweet Arceus I am so—”
“Don’t. Don’t say you’re sorry.” Tessa told René, wagging a finger in his face for emphasis.
“But that was stupid and insensitive and—” He babbled before Tessa silenced him by gently holding his muzzle closed with her hand.
“Stupid? Maybe. Insensitive? Pfff. Get a load of this: I’ve been told I have the looks to be a stripper, but I don’t know since the lap dances might be a little awkward.” Tessa grinned as René’s jaw dropped and looked flabbergasted.
“B-but, you—and I thought…”
Tessa shook her head. “I love it when they do that.” She smiled. “Look kiddo, I’m NOT dying. And even if I was, I don’t need and don’t WANT to be treated like someone who needs to be molly cuddled. Or protected from the truth. Go ahead and tell me I’m in a wheelchair. Better yet, tell a joke about me.”
“Say wha—” René’s eyes bulged. “You want me to—to make FUN of you? NO!”
Tessa smiled. “Alright…then let’s have a sparring match. Right here, right now.” She didn’t imagine that she could stun the vulpix any further, but she was wrong. He looked so completely stunned that he could be knocked over by a feather. “Either make a joke or put up your dukes. Either way give me your best shot.”
René felt himself tremble. “Um, you—you look like…like a motorcycle!” Tessa looked at him flatly, unimpressed. “Y-yeah.” René nodded. “Two wheels and big high-beams!”
She was caught off guard and couldn’t resist chuckling a little. “Not bad…I didn’t think you’d toss in a breast joke.”
“My friends think I should try being a little more riske and grown up.” He blushed. “Sorry.”
Tessa smiled. “Why, you think I got a problem with being told I have a nice pair of breasts? Fat chance. But since you went and gave me your best shot, it’s only fair that I do the same.”
“Beg pardon?” René winced. Still smiling the pachirisu girl, send a Thundershock at the floor beneath his feet. René felt a tingling sensation as the attack virtually crawled up his body until his scalp felt like it was trying to leap off his head.
Tessa had kept the attack weak for a reason. Looking down, the fox boy let out a groan. “Aww man! I HATE static!” Every strand of fur and hair on his body was standing up straight. He could barely even see out of the fur obscuring his face. “Do you know how long it takes to brush SIX tails?” René demanded in annoyance.
“Mine’s bigger.” Tessa returned with a grin. “Innuendo’s fun, isn’t it?”
René coughed, flushing. “Well, if you like that kinda stuff…”
“Easily embarrassed type, are you?” She asked. He could only shuffle his feet and nod. “Heh. When I get my photo in Playmon, I’m SO sending you a signed copy.”
“…Beg pardon?” René asked.
Tessa explained. “When I turn eighteen I plan to contact Playmon about doing a photo shoot to show that I—and other girls like me—can be just as attractive, desirable and,” She tossed her hair for emphasis and gave him a sultry look. “Sexy as anyone else.”
“Um, does your family know about—” René asked nervously, going even more red in the face.
“My mom’s all for it.” She answered. “Even Dominic knows, but we keep dad in the dark. He’s too overprotective of me as it is.” She winked at him. “Can’t imagine why.”
“But—” René started.
“Yeah, I gather you like saying that.” Tessa drawled, shaking her head. “Ever since the accident most people have treated me like I’ll shatter if people even LOOK at me the wrong way. They can’t even bring themselves to talk about the accident or use words like ‘paralyze’ or ‘paraplegic.’ People like them are so worried about me that they’d probably hinder my physical therapy, if I let them. I intend to walk again someday René. But until I do, I’m not going to let myself be treated like an infant. I’m ‘one of the guys,’—in a manner of speaking anyway. And anyone who doesn’t like that fact is going to get an earful of electricity!”
“That’s great!” René blurted. “I mean it’s not great that you’re—you know, ‘cause it’s terrible! But you’re making the best of it so it IS great! It’s great to be like you! I mean, not for me since I’m not but for you it’s great because you are! It wouldn’t be great for me—not that there’s anything wrong with that—but…”
“René.” Tessa gave him a pitying smile and a head shake. “Stop talking.”
“Sorry.”
“It’s okay.” Tessa leaned forward and looked René dead in the eye, pinning him with her gaze. “I work hard everyday trying to get the most out of a body that doesn’t want to cooperate with me. It takes intensive electrotherapy and physical training that puts most of what you learn in school to shame in order for me to just BARELY manage to even FEEL my own legs. I have to work for hours every day for progress that’s so negligible I can barely even notice it. I’m not saying this to shame you.” She added when she saw the guilty look on the vulpix’ face. “And I’m CERTAINLY not telling you this for pity points.”
“I’m telling you this because when I graduate you and everyone else will see me WALKING up to the podium to receive my diploma. I’m up for the challenge. The question is, are you?”
Tessa rolled her chair back a bit, freeing René’s tails. She waited as she watched René gently rub them, trying to get the feeling back in the unfortunate areas that were run over.
“It’s been good talking to you.” Tessa waved as she started to wheel her way to the door. “If you’re really serious about improving your skills you can drop me a line. Feel free to keep messing around in here for a bit. I’ll just be heading home.”
“Tessa…wait!” René called. She stopped, wheeling her chair around so she could face him as he got up and made his way over to her. “Could you help me train?” René asked. “I want to do what it takes…” He smiled self-depreciatingly. “I want to be like you.”
“Tough luck René because I’m a hell of a lot hotter looking than you’ll ever be,” Tessa smirked as she made her way over to him. “But you are kinda cute, so what the heck? Now the first thing you have to do is tell me, are you ready to work up a sweat until you stink worse than a Muk?”
René nodded. “Yes.”
“Are you ready to work your muscles until they’re so sore that you can barely move?”
“Yes.” He repeated, this time a bit quicker and more eagerly.
“Are you ready to work harder than you ever have before? To do anything I tell you to do, no matter how hard it is without any whining or back talk?”
“Yes!”
“Are you ready to stop saying ‘Yes’ and actually get to work?”
“YE—er,” the confused fox blinked. “What’s the correct answer here?”
“There isn’t one.” Tessa shrugged. “Time for talking is over, now it’s time for working. But keep in mind, you better be serious about this. Cause if you aren’t the FIRST thing I’ll do when I manage to get my legs working again will be to kick your fuzzy butt from here to Johto.”
“Noted.”
“Good. Now I noticed a few things about your stance that you need to work on. And your fire attacks? Foxy you’re gonna be lucky if I let you go home tonight, cuz you aren’t leaving until we get them perfect!”
FIN
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Getting Trained
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“Again!”
Sweat gleaming on his brow René raised himself up from his bent position, wiping his hands off the knees of his pants, all the while breathing heavily.
He’d spent every afternoon this week training at the PCA until late into the evening. René didn’t know what came over him. Well that wasn’t quite true. He knew exactly why he was taking battling more seriously than ever.
“If you win your next five fights,” Nicole promised him with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. “I’ll start personally training you myself. One-on-one.”
René was suitably motivated. But beyond that he wanted to genuinely PROVE himself. Do Nicole and his mother proud of him.
He didn’t tell his teammates. “Don’t want to get their hopes up, incase I don’t improve.” René rationalized to himself. “Besides, the last thing I need is more pressure or having them buzzing around and tossing in their two-cents.”
Of course, shouting encouragement to himself for several hours each night was a pain in the tails. Taking a deep breath René shouted at himself. “Again!” Nicolas had told him that verbal encouragement could be a big help, even when you did it yourself.
After a week of trying it, René was convinced that Nicolas was full of it.
René went through his paces practicing his moves, especially his fire attacks; trying to increase their heat and striking power. Practicing by himself did come with one major drawback: No one to tell you to quit when you were overextending yourself.
Going for one last big display of Fire Spin, René took a deep breath but then choked at the last second; the outgoing burst of flame combusted inside his own mouth. He dropped to his knees, choking and gasping.
“Whoa! Take it easy there!” René looked up in time to see a bottle of water thrust into his face. “Drink.”
Not wasting any time René greedily drank the water down; as happy to see it as any fire-type could be to see a liquid. In under half a minute the bottle was empty. Exhaling deeply René sat back up again, still panting. “Thanks…” He looked up to find himself starting at a wheelchair-bound pachirisu girl in the chest. “Uh…”
“Up here.” She said, more amused than anything else. “You okay?”
“Uh-huh.” René nodded as he looked up and found himself staring at an upperclassman who served as the student assistance coach: Tessa Ardillo del Relampago. “Um, hi.”
“Hey yourself René.” Tessa nodded at him, steepling her fingers in her lap. “Care to tell me what brings you here?” Being Marceau’s assistant, she knew the various team leaders of the school—including the more reluctant ones. She hadn’t really spoken to René much before, aside from some brief remarks. Most of her real conversations with the Turqs—when she had any at all—were done through the scyther, Sam.
She had watched the Turqs fight the Krimsons—her younger brother Dominic ran the team—in an informal sparring match a week ago. René lost...embarrassingly, if Tessa recalled correctly.
René shrugged as he sat on his knees. “Just practicing.”
“Is that what you were doing?” Tessa raised a brow. “While I can applaud your dedication you’ll have to forgive me if I ask…are you crazy or just plain dumb? Do you know how dangerous it is to practice by yourself, without anyone around to help if you need it? You’re just lucky I came in late to finish up some paperwork for Coach Marceau or you might’ve really hurt yourself.”
René looked down, his face heating in chagrin. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize to me, it wasn’t my head in danger of bursting into flame.” Tessa pointed out, but then softened her expression. “If you want to train, that’s what I’m here for.”
“Well I didn’t really want to be a bother—” René started to say.
“Is that it?” Tessa asked. “Or is it that you didn’t want anyone to see you flail around like a loon because you have no idea what you’re doing?”
“A little from Column A, a little from Column B.” René mumbled as he ran his fingers through his hair. “I have no idea how to get better at this. It’s just too hard.”
“Excuse me?” Tessa asked with steely eyes as she rolled her chair forward, ‘accidentally’ running over René’s tails.
“OWW!” René exclaimed as he started trying to tug his tails free, to no avail. Tessa drummed her fingers on the arm of her wheelchair.
“Having some trouble?” She asked calmly.
“Yes…” René mewled. “My tails are caught in your chair.”
“I’m sorry?” Tessa asked feigning ignorance. “In my what?”
“Your wheelchair.” René said in confusion, not comprehending her seeming ignorance. “My tails are caught in your wheel…chair.” He trailed off, finally comprehending. “Oh sweet Arceus I am so—”
“Don’t. Don’t say you’re sorry.” Tessa told René, wagging a finger in his face for emphasis.
“But that was stupid and insensitive and—” He babbled before Tessa silenced him by gently holding his muzzle closed with her hand.
“Stupid? Maybe. Insensitive? Pfff. Get a load of this: I’ve been told I have the looks to be a stripper, but I don’t know since the lap dances might be a little awkward.” Tessa grinned as René’s jaw dropped and looked flabbergasted.
“B-but, you—and I thought…”
Tessa shook her head. “I love it when they do that.” She smiled. “Look kiddo, I’m NOT dying. And even if I was, I don’t need and don’t WANT to be treated like someone who needs to be molly cuddled. Or protected from the truth. Go ahead and tell me I’m in a wheelchair. Better yet, tell a joke about me.”
“Say wha—” René’s eyes bulged. “You want me to—to make FUN of you? NO!”
Tessa smiled. “Alright…then let’s have a sparring match. Right here, right now.” She didn’t imagine that she could stun the vulpix any further, but she was wrong. He looked so completely stunned that he could be knocked over by a feather. “Either make a joke or put up your dukes. Either way give me your best shot.”
René felt himself tremble. “Um, you—you look like…like a motorcycle!” Tessa looked at him flatly, unimpressed. “Y-yeah.” René nodded. “Two wheels and big high-beams!”
She was caught off guard and couldn’t resist chuckling a little. “Not bad…I didn’t think you’d toss in a breast joke.”
“My friends think I should try being a little more riske and grown up.” He blushed. “Sorry.”
Tessa smiled. “Why, you think I got a problem with being told I have a nice pair of breasts? Fat chance. But since you went and gave me your best shot, it’s only fair that I do the same.”
“Beg pardon?” René winced. Still smiling the pachirisu girl, send a Thundershock at the floor beneath his feet. René felt a tingling sensation as the attack virtually crawled up his body until his scalp felt like it was trying to leap off his head.
Tessa had kept the attack weak for a reason. Looking down, the fox boy let out a groan. “Aww man! I HATE static!” Every strand of fur and hair on his body was standing up straight. He could barely even see out of the fur obscuring his face. “Do you know how long it takes to brush SIX tails?” René demanded in annoyance.
“Mine’s bigger.” Tessa returned with a grin. “Innuendo’s fun, isn’t it?”
René coughed, flushing. “Well, if you like that kinda stuff…”
“Easily embarrassed type, are you?” She asked. He could only shuffle his feet and nod. “Heh. When I get my photo in Playmon, I’m SO sending you a signed copy.”
“…Beg pardon?” René asked.
Tessa explained. “When I turn eighteen I plan to contact Playmon about doing a photo shoot to show that I—and other girls like me—can be just as attractive, desirable and,” She tossed her hair for emphasis and gave him a sultry look. “Sexy as anyone else.”
“Um, does your family know about—” René asked nervously, going even more red in the face.
“My mom’s all for it.” She answered. “Even Dominic knows, but we keep dad in the dark. He’s too overprotective of me as it is.” She winked at him. “Can’t imagine why.”
“But—” René started.
“Yeah, I gather you like saying that.” Tessa drawled, shaking her head. “Ever since the accident most people have treated me like I’ll shatter if people even LOOK at me the wrong way. They can’t even bring themselves to talk about the accident or use words like ‘paralyze’ or ‘paraplegic.’ People like them are so worried about me that they’d probably hinder my physical therapy, if I let them. I intend to walk again someday René. But until I do, I’m not going to let myself be treated like an infant. I’m ‘one of the guys,’—in a manner of speaking anyway. And anyone who doesn’t like that fact is going to get an earful of electricity!”
“That’s great!” René blurted. “I mean it’s not great that you’re—you know, ‘cause it’s terrible! But you’re making the best of it so it IS great! It’s great to be like you! I mean, not for me since I’m not but for you it’s great because you are! It wouldn’t be great for me—not that there’s anything wrong with that—but…”
“René.” Tessa gave him a pitying smile and a head shake. “Stop talking.”
“Sorry.”
“It’s okay.” Tessa leaned forward and looked René dead in the eye, pinning him with her gaze. “I work hard everyday trying to get the most out of a body that doesn’t want to cooperate with me. It takes intensive electrotherapy and physical training that puts most of what you learn in school to shame in order for me to just BARELY manage to even FEEL my own legs. I have to work for hours every day for progress that’s so negligible I can barely even notice it. I’m not saying this to shame you.” She added when she saw the guilty look on the vulpix’ face. “And I’m CERTAINLY not telling you this for pity points.”
“I’m telling you this because when I graduate you and everyone else will see me WALKING up to the podium to receive my diploma. I’m up for the challenge. The question is, are you?”
Tessa rolled her chair back a bit, freeing René’s tails. She waited as she watched René gently rub them, trying to get the feeling back in the unfortunate areas that were run over.
“It’s been good talking to you.” Tessa waved as she started to wheel her way to the door. “If you’re really serious about improving your skills you can drop me a line. Feel free to keep messing around in here for a bit. I’ll just be heading home.”
“Tessa…wait!” René called. She stopped, wheeling her chair around so she could face him as he got up and made his way over to her. “Could you help me train?” René asked. “I want to do what it takes…” He smiled self-depreciatingly. “I want to be like you.”
“Tough luck René because I’m a hell of a lot hotter looking than you’ll ever be,” Tessa smirked as she made her way over to him. “But you are kinda cute, so what the heck? Now the first thing you have to do is tell me, are you ready to work up a sweat until you stink worse than a Muk?”
René nodded. “Yes.”
“Are you ready to work your muscles until they’re so sore that you can barely move?”
“Yes.” He repeated, this time a bit quicker and more eagerly.
“Are you ready to work harder than you ever have before? To do anything I tell you to do, no matter how hard it is without any whining or back talk?”
“Yes!”
“Are you ready to stop saying ‘Yes’ and actually get to work?”
“YE—er,” the confused fox blinked. “What’s the correct answer here?”
“There isn’t one.” Tessa shrugged. “Time for talking is over, now it’s time for working. But keep in mind, you better be serious about this. Cause if you aren’t the FIRST thing I’ll do when I manage to get my legs working again will be to kick your fuzzy butt from here to Johto.”
“Noted.”
“Good. Now I noticed a few things about your stance that you need to work on. And your fire attacks? Foxy you’re gonna be lucky if I let you go home tonight, cuz you aren’t leaving until we get them perfect!”
FIN
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