Jordinio Version 17.1

There were many things Hilda could have expected when she returned to the Pokemon Centre after taking in the sights of the, if not flourishing, inhabited side of Hollywood. She honestly wasn't expecting anything though, it was just her returning to the room she shared with her travelling companion after all.

Still, the sight that had her pausing in the door frame as she opened the door to her room was not something she thought she'd actually think of at any point.

The first she saw, was her Snivy. The little serpentine grass type was collapsed in a heap on Hilda's bed, panting deeply and visibly sweating. Like, a lot.

Very odd. But the second thing that drew her gaze was just bizarre. Her travelling companion was laying face down in his bed, completely naked bar a pair of exercise shorts.

And standing at the side of the bed and leaning over him, was his Chansey. The pink egg shaped pokemon was...massaging his back, her arms glowing with a deep pink energy.

"Alright, I'm completely lost," Hilda kicked the door shut behind her and gave the younger teen a bemused look, "What the heck are you doing?"

Snivy looked up at her at the sound of her voice before simply closing her eyes and not paying her much attention. Hilda withheld a wince. Snivy didn't dislike her, but it wasn't like the grass type was greatly fond of her either since what Hilda wanted did not at all match what Snivy wanted.

Chansey paused her massaging to greet her with a little chirp and wave before getting right back to her task of massaging her trainer.

Jord looked at her over his shoulder, "Hello to you too, my day was fine honey, how about yours?" he snarked and she merely raised an eyebrow at him, "It's a massage, what else? I got stressed out when looking into things on the computer while you were away and just couldn't find anything on it despite how simple it was, whined a bit about how I could go for a massage and Chansey popped out of her pokeball to offer me one like the sweetheart she is."

"Well obviously," Hilda rolled her eyes at his reply, idly wondering what annoyed him enough to want a massage of all things, "But I meant, what is this? She's using some kind of attack on you right? And what happened to Snivy?"

"Well I worked out a bit and Snivy was bored so I let her work out with me, she's just not used to such an intense session," Jord replied and Hilda goggled at him a bit. A work out session too intense for her Snivy? Her Snivy that could split a boulder down the middle? "And don't you know? Massaging out muscles after a work out helps the blood flow and shit and helps them grow. Chansey is just helping things along with her Heal Pulse, it feels great by the way."

Hilda's mouth opened and closed a bit, before she just sighed, "Sure, whatever," she just gave up. She made her way over to her bed to sit down and glanced idly at his back as she did, and had to tear her eyes away when she noticed the broadness and muscle in his shoulders. He clearly knew more about working out than her if he had a body like that at his age. It was no wonder he was so confident about hitting on her and other girls, "So what were you looking in to?" she was curious.

Jord sighed and sat up, stopping Chansey in her tracks, but before he responded to Hilda he wrapped his arms around the egg shaped pink pokemon and hugged her tightly, "Thanks a bunch Chansey, you're the best! I love you!" he happily cried.

Chansey giggled happily and hugged him back, patting him on the shoulders. She eased out of his grip after a moment and skipped over to the beside table at the window that was wide open for some reason and touched one of her little pink arms to a pokeball laying on the desk and was promptly sucked inside it.

Jord then turned his attention to her, "Did you know land on the other side of this crap shack of a city is absurdly cheap?" he asked, apparently completely unashamed of his little display of affection with his pokemon, "I was thinking of buying some up, but I couldn't find any mention at all of taxes on the land and how much it would cost."

Hilda blinked, "Huh, thinking of getting property already at your age? You sure are quick on the uptake aren't you?" she mused. She herself hadn't even bought any land for where she'd be setting up her own studio, she hadn't found a good place for it so far, "Though I don't get what you mean. Why the heck are you worried about taxes? I mean sure if you want to connect the land to like the cities water supply or something you'll need to pay tax on it, but if you buy the land it's yours. Why the heck would the league tax you for something you already own? That's just silly."

"...Eh?" Jord's head tilted to the side and he looked completely lost.

Hilda's eyes widened, "Wait, you didn't know!?" she gasped. It really wasn't something worth being shocked over, but this was the first time that she knew of a subject came up that smug little flirt wasn't a complete know it all on.

A grin spread across her face and she sent a smug look his way of her own. It was petty of her, but she needed this!

She would avenge her and Emboar's honour! First on Jord then on that absurd overly arrogant Pidgeotto of his.

"So that's the way it works, huh?" Jord hummed tapping his chin and Hilda's smug look faltered, "Got it, I see how it fits into this picture then."

....Well that didn't last long. Hilda withheld a sigh, she didn't even know what she was expecting there, it wasn't exactly hard to understand was it?

Well back to the drawing board. Maybe she could just tease him about that lap dance and then just not give him one? No, she was already leaning towards that. She needed something more.

Emboar had been annoyed for the past two days after they battled Jord and Pidgeotto and lost utterly.

They got completely destroyed.

Sure it had taken that Pidgeotto quite a few hits to bring down Emboar, but it was still completely one sided because of how absurdly fast the thing was. Emboar hadn't even managed to land a single full on hit.

Seriously, that Pidgeotto was a freak of nature. Just like its trainer she supposed.

"Why are you interested in buying land at this point anyway?" Hilda asked, putting that humiliating battle out of mind, "I doubt you're anywhere near wanting to settle down." and he'd only been on his journey for about a month now. Sure, with his wins in the two gyms he'd battled in he probably had enough to buy a decent sized plot of land for a house, but that didn't measure up with the image she had of him.

"Well I'll have a ton of pokemon in the future and the Pokemon Centre in Viridian City can't look after them for me forever," Jord shrugged laying down on his side on the bed and propping himself up with his elbow, "May as well make plans in advance for it all and get it out of the road quickly."

"Ah, I get it," Hilda nodded in understanding, "You're going the Professor Oak route, right?"

Jord raised an eyebrow at her, "....What are you talking about? What does Professor Oak have to do with this?"

Ah right, despite how smart he was, some simple things like that, like taxes would escape him. It made sense to her now. After all, despite his knowledge and skill, he grew up on the streets and probably never attended school like her, "You know, like how he own Pallet Town?" Hilda replied, "He bought all the land for the place years ago and then started letting people live there later down the line, but in the beginning it was just a massive plot of land he built a home on for his pokemon to live in comfort."

"Seriously?" Jord sat up again in surprise.

"Oh yeah," Hilda leaned back on her bed, careful not to jostle Snivy, "He made it a bit of a trend among high earning trainers. Nowadays they all buy large plots of land. Heck, a bunch of the top rankings trainers in the world buy plots of land in Undella Beach to make summer homes. I know Lance, Wallace, Steven Stone, Alder and the like all have places there. Hell, nowadays you can't even buy land there without having won a pokemon league, it's crazy!"

It was a real elite of elite place and only the most elite pokemon trainers stayed there.

"Guess I'm getting a beach house there sometime soon then," Jord grinned, before quirking an eyebrow at her, "Wait, what about Cynthia?"

"...Cynthia?" Hilda's brows furrowed. That name sounded familiar. Where had she heard it- "Ah, you mean Cynthia Shirona? The new Sinnoh champion that won a few months ago?" of course he'd ask about the beautiful blonde champion over the others.

He was such a predictable horn dog.

Jord blinked looking lost for a second before shrugging and grinning again, "Yeah her, that's the one." he nodded.

Hilda shrugged herself, "No idea, It's not like I actively keep track of Undella Beach, my cousin just told me about it one time." she already knew her limits after all. She was in no way the kind of trainer material that could reach the same heights as the likes of Cynthia Shirona and the other league champions.

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"I can't believe you!" I winced at the harsh scolding voice, "I don't hear from you in over a week, and in that week your Bellsprout and Oddish jump to Victreebel and Bellossom and your Feebas is somehow a Milotic! And then on top of that you decide to dump fourteen pokemon on me in the span of a few hours and don't call me until the next morning?"

I rubbed at the back of my neck. It's been a long time since I've been scolded like a child not thinking of anyone else and I felt a little guilty.

Mostly because of the deep bags Nurse Joy had under her eyes, "I've no idea how you found five Smeargle of all things, but considering you caught a gang of Meowth led by a Persian I assume they're related," she continued her tirade before shaking her head, "Really, I don't care how you got them at this point. But Silph Co has not stopped messaging me since they appeared in the system."

....Well that was quick. "They're offering money for them already?" I asked.

"Of course that's what you took from that," the pink haired nurse rolled her eyes, "Yes, they're offering the same amount they were going to originally for your first Smeargle. Five hundred thousand apiece, though they are only offering three TM's per each one, apparently they just shipped out a ton not long ago and are in the process of re-training many of their own Smeargle."

I withheld a whistle. That was some amazing dosh. Two point five million for all five of them. I could probably haggle and raise the prices a bit if they were reeling a bit from expounding a bunch of TM's from the looks of it, but I'd prefer to get access to the money instantly. I'm impatient like that.

I was originally hoping one of the Smeargle were female. But they were all holders of twigs and berries. I called bullshit mind you, the games claimed Smeargle went fifty/fifty on gender.

Apparently they were never told of that fact.

"Alright, I'm willing to sell them," I grinned in excitement and mentally pumped my fist into the air. This was perfect. After all, my monthly interest will be going in soon, "Can you patch my messages through to them and handle it for me?"

Nurse Joy sighed, "Of course I will," she rubbed her forehead, "Call a bit more will you and let me know of these things after they happen. Your pokedex is on a phone for crying out loud and you have a ton of money now, there's no excuse for you not to have a contract so you can make calls from it."

...Oh yeah, phones could make phone calls couldn't they? I had completely blanked on the fact that initially it was my phone.

There was that goldfish memory of mine kicking in again, "I'll get right on that." I promised her.

"You better," Nurse Joy huffed, crossing her arms, "The amount of pokemon I'm taking care of here has more than doubled since we took up sponsorship for you."

I winced again. Yeah, I could understand how that could be a pain. Especially when she was already the holder of a very busy job.