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Noblejanobii

01-11-2017, 07:36 PM

The Pokemon for today is...

The Bloom Sickle Pokemon, #754, Lurantis!

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Here's my storyTo his horror, he realised he'd been this way before. They had warned him, of course, about the dangers of entering Lush Jungle, but the daring trainer from the Kalos region had decided not to listen. He had a Fletchinder as a partner, after all, what could a few grass types do? Oh how wrong he had been. And now Ulrich McKay was lost deep in Lush Jungle with no exit in sight, and the sun slowly rising.

Ulrich ducked his head under some low hanging branches as he searched for the path that the Trial Captain, Mallow, had ordered him to stay on. Scratches covered his unprotected legs as he marched through the underbrush. Ulrich felt a branch catch on his cargo shorts and he stumbled, falling into a thorny bush. He cried out in pain, the thorns barely missing his hazel eyes. Ulrich started to push himself up when he heard the underbrush nearby crunch. Ulrich froze at the sound. It was too heavy a footstep for that to be human, so what could it have been? A pokemon? Ulrich would not be surprised if it was that Passimian that had gotten him into this mess in the first place.

Ulrich listened carefully but dared not move until he heard the footsteps fade into the distance. He slowly pushed himself out of the thorn bush and inspected himself. Ulrich was starting to regret only wearing a red t-shirt and cargo shorts. He had been told Alola was very tropical in climate, but Lush Jungle was something else entirely. And as a result, his Caucasian skin was stained red from all the thorn cuts. He just wanted to get out of this place.

“Bruugo! Broo!” Ulrich’s head snapped to the right at the sound. He spotted a Passimian hanging from a tree nearby, his black backsack in its hands. Ulrich narrowed his eyes, the smug smirk on the white lemur’s face showing that it was confident it could outwit him at any turn. The little troublemaker had stolen Ulrich’s bag just as he was about to head out of the Lush Jungle. Despite being smaller than the average Passimian, the pokemon had used its strong arms to shake Ulrich from his bag and steal all its contents, including everything from all six of Ulrich’s pokemon to his only source of water and food. It had been sunset when his bag was stolen, so it had already been roughly eighteen hours since the Passimian stole his bag. He still had fifty-four hours before he was in severe danger of dehydration, but he would probably force himself to leave before that happened. Besides, in the ever changing whether of Lush Jungle, Ulrich was not even sure he would last that long anyway.

Ulrich slowly stepped forward towards the Passimian, its orange eyes watching the trainer’s every move. Just as Ulrich got within leaping distance, the Passimian stuck out its tongue at him and swung up into the tree, out of Ulrich’s reach. Ulrich cried out in frustration and began to climb the tree after the teamwork pokemon. The Passimian only climbed higher and higher, Ulrich following it as fast as he could. This was not an easy task for Ulrich. The poor black-haired boy kept stepping on branches too weak to hold him, causing him to slip and fall behind the Passimian. It seemed, however, that this pokemon was not too bright, as it never changed trees. Finally Ulrich felt he had cornered the Passimian, the lemur-like pokemon sitting on one of the top branches in the tree. It stared down at him, waving its tail back and forth in anticipation.

“Give me back my bag!” Ulrich yelled as he grabbed onto the branch just below the Passimian. The Passimian merely snickered and stuck its butt in the air, waving its tail teasingly. Ulrich noticed his bag was now wrapped around the Passimian’s tail, making its retrieval a much more difficult class than before. Ulrich started to plan out how he would acquire the bag when the pokemon suddenly jumped, dropping his bag and scampered into the canopy as far away from Ulrich as possible. Ulrich did not have time to wonder what spooked the pokemon, as he reached out in an attempt to catch his bag. The straps slipped right through his grasp and tumbled down back to the ground below. Well his water bottle was definitely not going to survive the fall, that much Ulrich was sure of. As he stared after his black backsack, a pink shape caught his eye on the lower part of the tree, and Ulrich froze. He suddenly realized why the Passimian had fled.

Mallow had mentioned that this was a trial site, so that there was a really strong pokemon that dwelled at this location. She had made sure to emphasize to stay on the path because as long as he did stray, he would not disturb this pokemon. However, because Ulrich had left the path, he had encroached on the Totem Pokemon’s territory. Halfway down the tree, a Lurantis stared up at him with fury filled red eyes. Ulrich swallowed nervously. One wrong move and he was bloom sickle food. Ulrich started to slowly reach for another branch, but even that slight movement set off the angry guardian. Using its claws, the Lurantis charged up the tree. The force caused the tree to shake quite a bit at the top. Ulrich lost his grip and slipped, falling from the tree. The Kalos native knew he was falling straight for the Lurantis and closed his eyes, hoping his end was merciful.

“Prip prip prip!” Ulrich heard the familiar cry of his partner and opened his eyes. He spotted an orange bird shoot up from the darkness below towards him. The Lurantis swung its blade at it, but Ulrich’s partner, Feu the Fletchinder, dodged with ease. The ember bird shot up to its falling master and grabbed Ulrich’s arm with its feet. Ulrich grabbed its leg with his other hand to help Feu. Feu chirped in what sounded like a chiding tone. Ulrich gave his friend a look, causing the Fletchinder to snort a little. “Pri!” Flapping its pointed black and gold wings, Feu increased the distance between Ulrich and Lurantis. Scorching flames erupted from its beak as it unleashed a flamethrower at the Totem Pokemon.

“Rruuri!” the Lurantis screeched in pain. Feu and Ulrich took that opportunity to dive past the praying mantis to the ground. Feu lowered Ulrich back to the ground, allowing Ulrich to collect his bag and scattered pokeballs. It seemed that, upon impact, Feu’s pokeball had been forcibly opened. It was lucky but Ulrich was not about to complain. Gathering up the other few scattered pokeballs, Ulrich stuffed everything in his bag. He was just starting to think he was out of the woods when there was a large crash behind him. Ulrich knew what it was before he even turned around. “Ruuu!” The man flinched at the angry cry and slowly looked over his shoulder to see the furious Lurantis. It had one of its pink blades high in the air, golden light surrounding it. It was charging an attack! Ulrich dove to the side just as the Solar Blade came crashing down, obliterating the ground where he had just stood. With Feu flying right beside him, Ulrich began to flee through the forest. He could hear the angry screams of the Lurantis along with the multiple crashes from what Ulrich could only assume where trees and other plants, but he dared not look back to confirm his assumption.

“Prrip! Prip pip!” Feu chirped, flying a little ahead of Ulrich to catch his attention. Ulrich looked at his partner and saw the bird wanted to be followed. Ulrich waved his hand, signaling Feu on. The ember bird began to lead Ulrich, ducking and weaving through underbrush and trees. Ulrich thought it might be a trick on his tired eyes, but he felt like the light was getting brighter in the jungle. Suddenly, Ulrich burst onto the path he had left eighteen hours before, but he did not stop to relax. The fiery cries of the Lurantis were growing louder by the second. Ulrich turned and sprinted down the path, recognizing this part of the path as being close to the entrance to Lush Jungle. It was not long before he spotted the Trial Gate just up ahead, and Ulrich put every bit of energy he had left in him towards sprinting for it. Just when he thought he had made it, the Lurantis burst from the trees and landed in between himself and the Trial Gate. Ulrich panted, sweating not only from the heat of the jungle but also breaking into a cold sweat from fear. He backed up slightly out of impulse. The Totem Pokemon was a lot larger than an average pokemon, Ulrich recalled hearing. This Lurantis displayed that quality quite well in Ulrich’s opinion. It raised its pink blade into the air again and began to charge when suddenly a voice called out,

“Lurantis! Halt!” The bloom sickle pokemon paused and then lowered its scythe, looked over its shoulder. Ulrich crumpled at the sound of the familiar voice. It was the Trial Captain, Mallow! “He did not mean to anger you! Please, go back into the Jungle.” The Lurantis hummed a moment before stomping off into the trees, leaving Ulrich, Mallow, and Feu to themselves. Mallow smiled and skipped over to Ulrich, offering him a hand. “Are you all right?

“How did you do that?” Ulrich asked, not even bothering to answer Mallow. Mallow cocked her head slightly, looking perplexed at the question before smiling again.

“It’s easy! The best way to anyone’s heart is through their stomach!” As if to agree, Ulrich’s stomach growled. It had been eighteen hours since he had last eaten. Mallow giggled and pulled Ulrich to a standing position. “Come on!” she coaxed, “Let’s go get you cleaned up! Lunch is on me.”

01-12-2017, 04:32 AM

Time to get my Professor Oak on #ImprovProfessor

Lurantis
Orchids of the plains,
The sirens of the groves.
Peaceful on the surface,
but inside it, darkness grows.
Upon the weak and weary,
It's nature truly shows.
Devouring it's prey,
No mercy for its foes

Noblejanobii

01-12-2017, 04:49 AM

Arrow-Jolteon

01-12-2017, 06:15 AM

Alright, let's do this!

My story:
It's a brand new day, and once again I lie in wait.

Greetings, my name is Orchid, and up until yesterday I was a Fomantis, but now I have evolved into what local humans call "The Most Elegant Grass-type in the World" (which, incidentally, is a 100% correct and unbiased title). I am now a Lurantis, and today I make my first hunt in this brand new form. I wonder if I should try going after large prey, just to test my new power boost...

Suddenly, some bushes nearby rustle, interrupting my thoughts. I lay very still, waiting for whatever is behind those bushes to show itself -not everything that lurks around in the jungle is prey material, you know- so I can then lure it in with my Sweet Scent. The creature finally emerges, and the first thing I notice he is tall, at least twice as tall as me. Like me, he is bipedal, and pretty colorful too; I see lots of blue and white, with a few patches of black, the face and arms are brown. I recognize the species instantly. A human. For a moment, I am disappointed; unlike most other creatures, humans aren't as easily allured by Sweet Scent unless you're a female Salandit. But then I remember that some humans catch Pokemon to use as partners in battle. My mother called these types of humans "Trainers", and they are said to be able to bring forth a Pokemon's true potential. The human walks around, apparently lost, or perhaps looking for something. Is this human a Trainer? If he is, perhaps I should challenge him. After all, what better way to test my newfound skills?

When he gets close enough, I jump out. The human is startled and takes a few steps back, but his fearful expression immediately turns into an excited one.

"Wow!" he exclaims "A Lurantis!"

The human then takes out a red and white orb from his back.

"Go, Torracat!" he shouts as he throws the orb into the air.

The orb splits nearly in half and out of it bursts a bright light that materializes into a small black-and-orange catlike Pokemon. Even though I have never seen this species before, I can immediately tell that it is a Fire-type. This makes me rather nervous, but at the same time proud: the human must think I look formidable if he's sending out a Pokemon with a type advantage against me. He is taking me seriously, as he should.

I'll show you what I'm made of, Trainer. You better not hold back.

I'm not a very good writer, but I tried :P

01-12-2017, 06:15 AM

You have quite the knack for poetry, EZ! Well done. Professor Oak would be proud.

Poetry flows easier for me than writing a story, i guess it is because a good chunk of my family are poets. I stress when it comes to stories, but poetry, is like music to me. I loves dem musics

Noblejanobii

01-12-2017, 01:30 PM

Poetry flows easier for me than writing a story, i guess it is because a good chunk of my family are poets. I stress when it comes to stories, but poetry, is like music to me. I loves dem musics

Well I look forward to seeing more of your poetry in the future!
Arrow-Jolteon Ohhh good story! I like how you took Lurantis's actual size into account verses mine just being like a Godzilla of a Pokémon. I also liked how you make it seem like Pokémon jump out at trainers because they want to challenge them rather than us just kind of stumbling upon them. Very good story! I look forward to seeing more from you!

Suicune's Fire

01-12-2017, 03:17 PM

I know it ends abruptly, but it's 2:15am and this was meant to be shorter. xD Anyway, my take on the whole "omg such a gorgeous pokemon, wow so much beauty wow wow"

The most gorgeous pokémon there is. That’s what they call my species.

For generations, humans have bred countless fomantis in search of achieving the most colourful, the most gorgeous, and the most visually appealing lurantis their world has ever seen. But what does that mean for those of us who aren’t a perfect outcome of their selective breeding?

I slammed my curved limb into the faintly shimmering force field before me. Its purpose was to keep me hostage like a criminal, sealed into this prison without a hope for release. Those encaged with me were just as outraged, devastated and utterly terrified at what was to come for us all. We, the rejects; the spoiled outcome of greed, selfishness and wealth which failed to satiate the cravings of those concerned only with profit and glamour.

I was born in this sickly artificial facility like many others who reside here. Those who were imported and not born here were fomantis and lurantis from all over the world; the purebreds came from Alola while colour variants were brought in from other parts. The main difference rested only in the colour’s vibrancy or specific hue. Each fomantis not disposed of at birth due to instantly detectable inadequacy had been assessed; we were sorted into categories based on which parts of our bodies were of the most value.

I was bred to perfect the vibrancy of our wings. Although most lurantis were incapable of flight, the size, precise shape and intense colour of our wings were highly valued amongst buyers. But, of course, our wings were nonexistent in our pre-evolved forms, so each of us was required to evolve before true assessment could be conducted. However, my evolution had brought me nothing but a deaths sentence.

Every other aspect of my body was considered a success except the one thing I was bred for; therefore, I was unprofitable and nothing more than a waste product. I had heard what happens to those who weren’t put on the market for sale: it would draw too much attention to give us all to shelters or release us into the wild. Rangers would surely deem the phenomenon abnormal and launch an investigation. Operations like the one I was bred into were against the humans’ common laws, so it was all highly regulated and kept absolutely secret.

Once more I narrowed my so-called beautiful eyes and slashed at the barrier before me. It sizzled with electricity and then seared through my veins with an intense heat. According to the older lurantis kept for constant tests and bodily alteration, the force fields were composed of material designed to mimic certain effects and powers of other species. Namely, fire types. Each touch was like a flamethrower to our delicate features. None of us were accustomed to combat, and personally I had never felt the sting of poison, the touch of a steel wing or the impact of a hurled boulder. Some of the imports had battled, but lurantis like me who were born into this facility had never faced another pokémon before.

I sneered at the near-invisible energy surrounding our cage once more. Even if I was somehow strong enough to break through it, there was no possible way to escape. Never had I been outside the facility’s walls before, but I knew from experience that this place was much too large to venture through undetected. I heard a story once of a fomantis who had tried to escape before his evolution date was to come. He had been poached from a wildlife sanctuary because of his abnormally large size, which the humans must have assumed they could breed into their main lines. However, his escape was a failure, and he was never seen or heard from again.

“D-Four-Nine, stop hurting yourself.”

I whirled around to look a fellow lurantis in her glistening eyes. My hope fizzled as I released a slow sigh. The humans were so overly concerned with appearance alone that they had seen no worth in this wonderful being.

She was the kindest, most caring pokémon I had ever come across in the facility. She and I had been close friends for most of our miserably short lives. Our evolution dates had only been set a day apart, and we had always defended one another when a particularly bored facility occupant tried to entertain themselves by bullying others. We shared most of our strictly monitored meals of insects, premium plant matter and seeds together. The day I found out that I was being disposed of due to “insufficient product value,” she had vowed to find an owner who would love her enough to follow her back to the facility and rescue me before I was terminated. However, the humans deemed her similarly unprofitable merely the week after tests had been run and comparison work with other lurantis had been completed. She and I were equally as useless, and therefore shared the same fate.

My eyes became soft. “Sorry, D-Three-Seven.” I closed them for a moment, contemplating our fate.

Humans began to file into the white room and line up before our prison. D37 projected a glance of fear my way, and my only thought was of protecting her. My only friend in this cruel, lonely world.

The humans began to converse, which instigated a slow-burning fear in my gut. In my time here, I had picked up some human language. When D37 turned to me, I felt my wings sag and my antennae begin to tremble.

“What...are they saying?” she whispered.

I lowered my head, then met eyes with her. The fear she emanated must have been a reflection of mine.

“We’re next.”

Noblejanobii

01-12-2017, 03:54 PM

Noblejanobii

01-12-2017, 04:50 PM

Today's Pokemon is...

The Normal Pokemon, #019, Rattata!

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The victim had tried to write something as he was dying. Detective Knash tapped his paw against his large buck tooth as he stared at the wall where the victim had written in blood. He had been called two hours ago with the report of a murder of a young Yungoos in his own home. Detective Knash was perplexed as to who would take the life of such a blooming individual. He had sent his assistant to gather as much information on the Yungoos as possible. Anything could be a clue as to the source of the murder of the young man. So far, all they had was a name, Randy Kudzu, eldest son of the Kudzu family.

That much Detective Knash knew already. How could he not? The Kudzu family was one of the wealthiest in town. Everyone knew them, whether you wanted to or not. But that was the thing, most people did. After all, the Kudzu family was a generous one, always donating time and money towards making their hometown, the town of Irkchester. It had become a bustling city thanks to their help. Everyone in the city was better off because of them, including Detective Knash, so who could possibly want to harm them?

Detective Knash swished his purple tail back and forth as he pondered the writing on the wall. It had partially been expunged, as if the criminal had caught Randy writing and tried to hide what was written, but was unable to complete the job. That meant someone had interrupted the criminal's work. Could it have been the maid that had discovered Randy? Or someone else? There were just too many variables to determine exactly what had happened. Not at this time anyway.

The rattata turned and exited the room where two Gumshoos and a Pikpek were waiting. The Gumshoos were Lady and Lord Kudzu, who had hired Detective Knash to investigate the death of their oldest son. The Pikpek was the maid, named Virginia Evans, who had discovered Randy. She still looked a bit shellshocked from the discovery two hours before, but Detective Knash was glad to see her recovering slightly. Lady Kudzu, however, was not fairing well. She was looked to burst into tears at any second now. Detective Knash was not surprised, the death of a child, especially one so young, was always a lachrymose event.

“What can you tell us?” Lord Kudzu asked, his hands tucked behind his back in his signature stance. While he usually wore a friendly expression on his brown face, Lord Kudzu’s mouth was pulled into a tight frown, and his eyes filled with a brewing storm. A crime that could not be forgiven had been committed against this man, and he would soon not forget it.

“It would appear that this was indeed a murder. And while I know not who or why just yet, it appears that your son tried to write something on the wall. It was barely cleaned off, so I cannot get a good grasp of what it says yet, but I assure you, I will figure it out. In the meantime, I need to know a few things from you that may aid me in my investigation. Firstly, besides yourselves, your children, and the maid, who all was here today? Specifically within the hour the body was discovered. Secondly, think, all of you, is there anyone you know that might be holding a grudge of some sort against the Kudzu family? This may lend itself towards the motive.” Virginia chirped a little, gaining everyone’s attention.

“I-I can fetch a l-list of all the staff members a-and their working times,” she offered. Detective Knash signaled her off with a wave of his paw.

“That would be most helpful, thank you,” he replied before returning his attention to the Lord and Lady. Lady Kudzu continued to sniffle as silence spread over them. Beyond her sniffling, the only other sound was Virginia’s footsteps fading into the distance.

“The Nostra family,” Lord Kudzu replied after a moment. Detective Knash lifted his head and narrowed his eyes. He knew the Nostra family quite well, but not in a friendly way. Their shady dealings had given him many a case in this town. He beckoned with his claws for Lord Kudzu to continue. “As you know, my family business is very profitable and does a lot to better Irkchester. However, Alolan Tiki Souvenirs do not sell like they used to. Our funds as a family were decreasing, and I had to keep our reputation high. Bad publicity is not what this family needs. For the most part, I kept the whole situation hidden. However, there was a leak, and I was approached by the head of the Nostra family. He offered to help me. He could lend me what money I needed to cover my growing expenses as long as I paid him back.”

Now it all made sense. Detective Knash was not simply dealing with a murder case, he was dealing with murderous loan sharks. Detective Knash knew that the Kudzu family had hit some financial troubles during the recession a few years back, but ever since their business expanded beyond tiki sales, they had been making more money than ever. So one thing still did not make sense. If Lord Kudzu could pay the Nostra family back, why was Randy murdered?

Suddenly there was a loud crash from down the hall, in the direction of where Virginia was headed. Detective Knash’s head snapped in the direction of the crash, his red eyes narrowing at the sound.

“Stay here,” he ordered before making his way silently down the hall. Detective Knash stuck to the shadows, hoping his black trenchcoat would help him blend in. As he drew closer, there was another crash. Detective Knash’s ear twitched, his sharp hearing indicating the sound had come from the closest door five paces away. Careful to not make a sound, Detective Knash took five steps, then peeked into the room. It was not a pretty sight.

Poor Virginia had been walking right into a trap it seemed. The room the Pikpek maid had ventured into was Lord Kudzu’s office. Inside an assassin had been waiting for him, however, she instead attacked the maid by accident. A novice mistake, really, but Detective Knash knew exactly who would make such as mistake. The purple rattata opened his mouth and took a quiet breath, a foam bubbling in his throat. He waited for just a moment more before diving into the room and unleashing a bubble beam at the assassin.

A black rattata was waiting inside, standing over the corpse of Virginia. She had ripped off the maids wings and was panting when Detective Knash attacked. She reacted by using a quick attack to dodge then launch herself at Detective Knash. Seeing the attack coming, Detective Knash engulfed himself in flames and the two rattatas clashed, quick attack versus flame wheel. The attacks were nearly equal in strength thanks to the female rattata’s STAB and the silk scarf she was wearing. The two were sent stumbling back. The assassin straightened up a bit and stroked her black whiskers with one of her paws.

“Well well well, if it isn’t Detective Knash. Long time no see, detective.” The rattata gave a flirtatious wink which only earned a growl from Detective Knash.

“Cosa Nostra. I should have known. Of course your family would be involved in such a horrible crime. That must have been what Randy was trying to write on the wall. He knew you and tried to write Nostra on the wall, didn’t he?” Cosa giggled and swished her curly black tail.

“My my, detective, you are very astute. You never fail to amuse me. Yes, you’re correct. He did recognize me and write that on the wall. I would have gotten rid of all traces of it too, but the maid interrupted me and I had to escape. But I had my revenge, so I don’t mind. For now though, since I have been discovered, I believe it might be best if I took my leave. I can get Lord Kudzu another day.” Cosa released a snarl at a nearby window, shattering the glass, then leapt out. Detective Knash started to follow, only to find his feet tied up in a grass knot. He tripped and was only able to watch as the clever assassin faded into the darkness. Once again, Cosa Nostra had outsmarted him, but one day he would catch her.

01-12-2017, 07:16 PM

Rattata

Rattata, you o so worrisome beast
You scurry around the world, looking for a feast
The populous, hate and scourn you
They look at you a freak
But not every trainer looks down on you the least
A young child, perhaps your savior
Whom likes to wear his shorts
A weird one he is
I think on his head he fell
But nevertheless his kindess outshines the world so dim
His passion for you is tremendous, even though the outlook is grim
He will never let you totter, look down, or even swell
His sits upon the rooftops, from the top of his lungs he yells
"Rattata, the top percentage, you can not understand
Rattata, the top percentage, you other trainers truly smell"

Everytime i think of Rattata i think of Youngster Joey, and i think of his passion for ahorts and rattata and atuff. This poem is basically a giant meme lmao. I wish i made the flow better, but oh well, i may make a Poem thread and do an updated version, later lul

Noblejanobii

01-12-2017, 08:13 PM

Nicely done EZ. It does have a little trouble flowing in the middle but it's still a really good poem! I'm still working on my story and hope to have it up soon.

01-12-2017, 08:20 PM

Nicely done EZ. It does have a little trouble flowing in the middle but it's still a really good poem! I'm still working on my story and hope to have it up soon.

I did this one off the top of my head, i really should have pondered on it a bit longer.
Can't wait!

Suicune's Fire

01-13-2017, 12:10 AM

Leave it to you to have the dark twist on this. First that superhero story for war and now this. Geez Xanthe what's going on in your mind.

Though I did find this interesting because selective breeding is quite the controversial process in real life during current times depending on who you ask. It never occurred to me that something like this could occur in the Pokemon world but it makes sense with pokemon such as Lurantis being the "most beautiful grass type" and all. Even if it was short it was really good! I especially like the names being just labels. It really emphasized their whole scenario. Thanks for sharing!
The Grinder Good wasn't dark. xD It was fun!

Well I know a lot about what goes on in all the animal industries (including animal testing) so this was also a bit of a reflection on that. There's no way these horrors that happen in real life to animals wouldn't happen to pokemon if they were real, so yeah. Plus, I dunno, there's already been so much emphasis on "blah blah this pokemon is soooooooo gorgeous" for pokemon in the past and it's so superficial and reminds me of our media and its emphasis on looking beautiful and eugh. Like, seriously, Game Freak.

Loved the poem, EZ! O: I also enjoyed the other lurantis stories. ^^ I think this thread is a great idea! I'll surely come up with something for rattata, too.

Noblejanobii

01-13-2017, 12:31 AM

The Grinder Good wasn't dark. xD It was fun!

Well I know a lot about what goes on in all the animal industries (including animal testing) so this was also a bit of a reflection on that. There's no way these horrors that happen in real life to animals wouldn't happen to pokemon if they were real, so yeah. Plus, I dunno, there's already been so much emphasis on "blah blah this pokemon is soooooooo gorgeous" for pokemon in the past and it's so superficial and reminds me of our media and its emphasis on looking beautiful and eugh. Like, seriously, Game Freak.

Loved the poem, EZ! O: I also enjoyed the other lurantis stories. ^^ I think this thread is a great idea! I'll surely come up with something for rattata, too.

It was too dark! And true true. The thought just never occurred to me.

I did this one off the top of my head, i really should have pondered on it a bit longer.
Can't wait!

My story just got edited into my post on the previous page if you want to read it! Legit was listening to 40s detective music the whole time I was writing.

Noblejanobii

01-13-2017, 10:31 PM

Today's Pokemon is...

The First Bird Pokemon, #566, Archen!

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My Story:The footsteps were moving away. Redfern stuck his head out ever so slightly to ensure the predator was leaving. In the distance, Redfern could see the Rampardos already pursuing another prey. Good. Redfern was not about to become a piece of that predator’s dinner tonight. Redfern slowly stepped out of the place he had been hiding and began to journey through the large prehistoric jungle towards home.

He had been lost for two days now and he knew his mother was probably starting to worry. Redfern had been hoping she would be out looking for him, but so far the little Archen had yet to spot his mother. As his claws dug into the soft forest floor, worry began to fill Redfern. What if he never saw his mother again? She had always warned him about straying from the nest but this hadn’t been his fault! Tears began to well in Redfern’s eyes and he slowed his pace. He just wanted to go home! Redfern let out a loud wail as tears began to streak down his cheeks.

“M-Momma!” he yelled as he plopped down onto the ground. Redfern attempted to dry his eyes with his multicolored feathers but it was no use. He couldn’t stop crying! Redfern continued to wail until a familiar stomping grew louder. Redfern moved his wings to see the Rampardos returning, having heard his cries.

“There you are!” it yelled. Redfern yelped and began to scramble to get away, but it was no use. The Rampardos was much bigger and faster than Redfern. The little archen could not outrun the large beast. A large foot crashed down in front of Redfern, forcing the archen underneath the Rampardos. He trembled in fear when there was a loud screech. Redfern heard something hit the Rampardos and the predator stumbled back. It growled in anger at the attacker as it landed next to Redfern. Redfern looked up to see a large gray bird-like pokemon with sharp serrated teeth and pointing ears. It let out a roar and expanded its purple wings as its barbed tail stuck in the air. Redfern had seen these pokemon flying with Momma before! It was an Aerodactyl!

“Leave the child be! He is not your meal!” the aerodactyl challenged, stepping forward to put itself in between Redfern and the Rampardos. The Rampardos growled louder, looking as if it wanted to challenge the Aerodactyl, but thought better of it, instead turning and walking away. Redfern watched, waiting for the Rampardos to turn around, though it never did. Rather, the Aerodactyl turned to Redfern and smiled at the Archen. “Are you all right, young one?” it asked.

“Yes, thank you. I thought I was a goner for sure,” Redfern admitted.

“Well you can never be too careful. Why are you away from your nest? Archen don’t usually leave for another few weeks.” Redfern looked down at his feet and sniffled.

“I fell out of my nest and got carried away by some Bastiodon. I don’t know where I am now and-” Redfern started to sob again, causing the Aerodactyl to put his hand on the Archen.

“Hey, it’s okay, little one. I will help you. How about I take you back to the nesting grounds? We can look for your nest there?” Redfern looked up at the Aerodactyl, hope sparkling in his eyes.

“Really?” he asked, unable to contain his excitement at the statement. The Aerodactyl smiled and turned around.

“Of course, just climb onto my back.” Redfern used his tiny claws to scale the Aerodactyl’s back. The Aerodactyl flapped his large wings, sending the two into the air and out over the canopy of the jungle. Redfern gasped at the view, taken aback by the beauty of the world below. Now he knew why Momma always flew everywhere! It was amazing up here!

The two fossil pokemon soared through the air and approached a volcano. Right beside it, Redfern recognized the nesting grounds he had grown up in. He could not see his nest from this high up though. The Aerodactyl seemed to read Redfern’s mind and dove down gently, drawing closer to the nesting grounds. Redfern searched frantically for his Momma or his nest, but could spot neither. He was beginning to lose hope when a familiar voice called his name.

“Redfern!” The Archen turned his head towards the sound of his mother’s voice. An Archeops with shining green feathers flew towards them, tears dripping from her eyes at the sight of her son. The Aerodactyl landed, allowing Redfern to slide off his back and run to his mother.

“Momma!” Redfern cried as they embraced. Redfern’s mother held him close as she dried her eyes, then looked back at the Aerodactyl.

“Thank you so much for returning him. How can I ever repay you?”

“It was nothing,” the Aerodactyl replied with a wave of his wing. “I was merely helping someone in need. I see no reason to be paid for that. The sight your reunion was payment enough.”

“Well please, tell me your name then?” Redfern’s mother pressed, wanting to properly thank her son’s savior. The Aerodactyl smiled a little and bowed to the Archeops.

“Stoneclaw, at your service.”

“Thank you, Mr. Stoneclaw.” Stoneclaw looked down at Redfern and smiled at the young Archen. He pat the child’s head and winked.

“Any time. Just don’t go running off again any time soon, okay?”

“Yes sir!” Stoneclaw waved to the two before flapping his wings and ascending into the air once again. As the Aerodactyl disappeared into the bright blue sky, a new heroic spirit had instilled itself into Redfern. One day, he wanted to be just like Stoneclaw.

Pokemon Trainer Sarah might be interested in today's pokemon.

Arrow-Jolteon

01-14-2017, 01:40 AM

Arrow-Jolteon Ohhh good story! I like how you took Lurantis's actual size into account verses mine just being like a Godzilla of a Pokémon. I also liked how you make it seem like Pokémon jump out at trainers because they want to challenge them rather than us just kind of stumbling upon them. Very good story! I look forward to seeing more from you!

Thanks! Well, to be fair my story was about a normal Lurantis while yours is clearly about the Totem Lurantis (who is huge). And yeah, I wanted to play on the concept of wild encounters, as there was a story in I believe Sinnoh that stated that wild Pokemon jump out at trainers to help them or something similar like that. After all, it is implied that Pokemon generally do enjoy battling, though granted, some wild encounters are still probably complete accident XD

Noblejanobii

01-14-2017, 01:52 AM

Thanks! Well, to be fair my story was about a normal Lurantis while yours is clearly about the Totem Lurantis (who is huge). And yeah, I wanted to play on the concept of wild encounters, as there was a story in I believe Sinnoh that stated that wild Pokemon jump out at trainers to help them or something similar like that. After all, it is implied that Pokemon generally do enjoy battling, though granted, some wild encounters are still probably complete accident XD

I do recall that Canalave Story! It would make sense but it is still cool to kind of see that side of the story since not all stories do portray it that way.

In other news, my Archen story is up! It's a short heartwarming read so check it out!

Pokemon Trainer Sarah

01-14-2017, 09:57 AM

What is a year? To you, it may be a long time. Full of tears, of hope, of joy. In a year a new life can be grown from nothing. In a year, a bird can learn to fly. In a year, the life of a Pokemon can change beyond recognition.

To others, a year is nothing. A tree will see hundreds of years in its lifetime. A tree cares not for the passing of days, which it shakes from its leaves like mere moments. To a tree, a year is a brief sojourn, a metamorphosis spanning only seconds, a dropping of leaves, a flowering, a regrowth. A tree is long-lived, but still the years make their mark upon it, in the rings of its trunk, in the strength of its roots. And as the years pass, the tree grows strong.

But I, I am a million years old. Many millions. Yet time leaves no scar upon my body. I am reborn, regrown, revived anew. I was a Pokemon. I was a rock. And now... My skin hasn't aged, my feathers are sharp, and my muscles ache for flight. Unlike the trees, the marks that time left on me cannot be seen. I have not been strengthened, nor honed by time. But this is a new world, a new chance...

And yet, I remember a life, a short life, millions of years ago, that was full of tears, of hope, of joy. A life that meant everything but turned into nothing but a far off dream.

So, what is a year? In a year I grew up, in a year I loved, in a year I died. In a year I lost my life, and everyone I knew.

But I am not exempt from the cruel passing of time. I remember the truth of that year, that year that was real. And all that follows is a lie.

(It must be weird to be revived after millions of years. xD)

I liked your story Noble! It was really sweet. AND ALSO HAD AN AERODACTYL AS WELL! AWESOME!

Ganyu

01-14-2017, 11:57 AM

Archen
the first bird with wings
that could not fly
practiced everyday
how to glide

the last one to be alive
tried to escape the falling sky
feathers catching air and fire
finally flew

now inside a museum
its sun-blasted plume
encased in stone
waiting to fly again

The PokeDex says it used to be flightless (which is ironic given its flying type) so I theorise that it must have learned the ability of flight somehow.

Noblejanobii

01-14-2017, 01:15 PM

Pokemon Trainer Sarah Awesome story! Yeah it must be very weird for them to be revived after so long. I always wondered if they remembered their past or if it was just not there anymore. But I like your story because the archen feels like they have a new hope despite their past.
solivagant Nice poem! I like how you address both the fall of the dinosaurs and the pokedex entries. It's quite the interesting take on this prehistoric Pokémon!

Gef

01-14-2017, 03:12 PM

His shoulders hung as heavily as they had when he'd begrudgingly entered the room—"What the hell is this?"—and his eyes dropped down to scrutinize like seared, black coals still hot from contempt. The hint of fire sustained in his voice and, as usual, the world about him could only meet his utterance with uncomfortable silence, as palpable as a smoke cloud.

After seconds of him scanning the creature, and it ogling back, the archaeologist in the room seemed wanting to bite back, but was too bright to do so. "He's a slice of history, sir."

"It's a slice of absurdity." The fact that the she bit her lip after this was inane; anyone in Unova who prioritized aestheticism over science could not see anything more beside her than a foot-tall rubber chicken, cherry-red beak and all. It was a fabulous clash of colors overall: sunny-yellow feathers with the presumed consistency of hash browns, accents of vibrant blue, almost sickly-seeming and how they didn't belong. In-addition, it appeared as primary mind-wise, its eyes so large, they goggled dumbly against the creature's discretion; the assumption it would be intelligent enough to prevent its own stupid expressionlessness was absurdly large, however.

He recognized the head of the revival effort fidgeting uncomfortably under his lab coat, looking at a desperate loss for words, to which he promptly expressed, "Don't bother", and began laying groundwork for his departure. "Give Lenora my blessings. I have Training to get back to—"

"Mister Champion, you can't leave him—"

"—and I never wanted to be here at all, and dump that atrocity on Aurea or someone else who gives a damn and pretend you never wasted any of my money or time on reviving it."

The Archen gave a rancor squawk. It was not helping its case.

"He's only a newborn!" The worse excuse for lingering in Nacrene any longer he could possibly be plagued with and he decided, then, that there were no other arguments these thin-skinned scientists could proffer. The woman herself was still silent, resembling her own snaggletoothed pride and joy, still biting her bottom lip.

At this point, the baby was no longer acknowledging anyone particular at all. It picked lethargically at the royal-blue carpet of the museum''s entry floor.

He ought not to entertain them with another response but they'd, admittedly, effectively set him alight again, and with his face contorted into a vitriolic scowl, he spat, "Then raise it yourselves, you ***," turned on his heel and sped out into the morning. He cared not of what potential he may have abandoned.
Short and sweet Archen story. Writing is haaaard...

Noblejanobii

01-14-2017, 04:56 PM

Interesting story Gef. It explores the whole abandoning the revived Pokémon idea. I've never said no but the option is still there. I like it! It's a sad story but still well written! Can't wait for more!

Gef

01-14-2017, 06:08 PM

Noblejanobii Thank you very much! I did start the Lurantis story, which would be more extensive, and I may finish it if I find the inspiration.

Noblejanobii

01-14-2017, 07:32 PM

Noblejanobii Thank you very much! I did start the Lurantis story, which would be more extensive, and I may finish it if I find the inspiration.

I look forward to seeing it if you finish it! Definitely post it here if you do!

Noblejanobii

01-14-2017, 09:11 PM

The Pokemon for today is...

The Sea Creeper Pokemon, #781, Dhelmise!

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There was a loud crackling from the walkie-talkie clutched tightly in Kiosia’s hand as she desperately waited a reply from any of her crewmates. Immediately, her first thought was that whatever they had been warned about had gotten to them, and now she was next. Kiosia knew they should have never come to this abandoned shipwreck. Now they were stranded out in the middle of the ocean, miles off the coast of Poni Island, in Sharpedo infested waters, and something was out to get them. Great. Just great.

“Geez, and they wonder why I’m the captain. I’m the only one that can handle themselves.” Kiosia spit to the side, flicking her long brown hair over her shoulder. She waved her hand in the air, summoning her partner from the skies. A furry purple bat fluttered down to her side, landing on her shoulder and grabbing onto her ragged white and blue striped shirt. “You ready to go, Crobat?” Kiosia asked as she tightened her faded Team Aqua bandana.

“Crresh!” he replied, what looked like an eager expression on his face. Kiosia smiled back at her partner and began to walk down the ship. Her crew had been scattered across the ship when she had last contacted them. Her first mate, Dust, had been one deck below, and was the last one to disappear. The other five members had been further below, in the belly of the ship. While Kiosia wasn’t too surprised that they had been captured, the lose of her first mate had caught her off guard. Dust and his Aipom were no laughing matter in battle so whatever had come their way no joke either. Kiosia had seen the entrance to the lower decks on the opposite side of the ship, but the atmosphere seemed to be growing tenser by the moment. Kiosia was finding it more difficult to breathe as she ventured further towards the entrance.

“Bruuoo!” Kiosia immediately jumped back at the sound of several splashes. She barely missed being touched by a pod of Frillish. Apparently they did not want her to cross. Were they minions to whatever had captured her crew? Kiosia sighed and unclipped a pokeball from her belt.

“Cradily! Get these ghosts to move with giga drain!” A pokeball that was covered in multiple shades of blue flew into the air and released a large plant like pokeball. It hit the ship and drooped for a moment, luring the Frillish closer to dispose of the obstacle. Suddenly gold eyes flickered to life within the darkness of the plant shell and the pink tentacles on the creature wrapped around the prey. The Frillish struggled against Cradily’s grasp, trying to free themselves, but it was no use. Green light began to seep from the Frillish down the pink tentacles and into the Cradily as the Frillish slowly faded from visibility. Cradily dropped the four onto the ground, their bodies barely visible. “Good job, Cradily. Return for now.” Kiosia shot a red beam from the dive ball and then made sure to carefully step around the unconscious Frillish. Even if they were knocked out, their stingers were still in effect and the last thing Kiosia needed right now was a Frillish sting.

Picking up the pace, Kiosia made her way to the other end of the ship. Careful to make sure another trap was not lying in wait, Kiosia kicked the door in. The creaky old wood broke easily and the door was forced open. Kiosia waited a second before proceeding inside. It was dark inside but from what the ex-aqua member could tell, it was a spider staircase to the next floor. Kiosia nudged Crobat with her head and her partner got the message. He began to let out a steady clicking noise, using echolocation to help Kiosia be ready in case another trap lay in wait. With that security measure in place, Kiosia began to descend the stairs. Kiosia kept her left hand on the old wooden ship, not wanting to lose her footing as she lost visibility. As Kiosia approached the bottom of the stairs, Crobat tapped his bottom wings against her shoulder twice. Kiosia paused and put a hand on one of her pokeballs. Two bottom wing taps meant there was an enemy in the room. Suddenly light flooded the room, causing Kiosia to flinch and cover her eyes. She winced loudly and blinked several times as her eyes readjusted to light. Crobat began to growl as Kiosia’s sight came back into focus, and candidly, she wanted to growl too. In the center of the room stood a Malamar, and in its tentacles was Dust.

“Hey! Ugly squid! Put the first mate down! He’s not your property!” The Malamar cackled before placing the end of its tentacle on Dust’s head. “Hey that’s not what I said to do!” The Malamar paid no attention to Kiosia as its eyes began to glow blue. Suddenly, Dust began to speak, but it was not him that was speaking.

“Puny human, you and your friends are no match for me. And even if you were, my master would easily put you all down. It was stupid of you to invade the ship. If you jump off the vessel now then we’ll spare you.” Kiosia put a hand to her chin and pretended to consider the offer.

“See that’s a convincing argument because you’re saying my life’s at stake but I just can’t get behind it because you’re making me leave my crew and I can’t really do that. I don’t know if you know much about sea captains but it’s not exactly our thing to abandon our crews. You feel me?” The Malamar gave Kiosia an annoyed look.

“Leave, human, or else I will be forced to kill you and your crew.” Kiosia unclipped a pokeball from her belt and charged the Malamar.

“Well you know what they say! A good captain always goes down with her ship!” Kiosia tossed the pokeball into the air then grabbed onto Dust. This caught the Malamar off guard, turning all its attention to Kiosia. “Crobat! Chatot!” Kiosia called, “Double U-turn!” The Malamar suddenly realized Kiosia was merely a diversion and looked up just in time to spot the purple bat and multi-colored parrot diving straight for it. The Malamar took both hits and tried to swipe at the two, but the small flying pokemon were too quick, and shot out of its reach before the attack could land.

Kiosia grit her teeth and got a better grip on Dylan. Slamming her iron toe boot into the Malamar, she tried to wrench the man free from the pokemon’s grip. The Malamar screech but refused to let go, even going so far as to wrap its tentacle around Kiosia and Dust. Kiosia froze up instantly, pain prickling up everywhere the tentacle touched. She hissed a little and glared at the Malamar. No doubt this was a bind attack. Kiosia turned her head and nodded to her pokemon, signaling for them to continue the barrage of attacks. Chatot dove into another u-turn while Crobat opted for a Leech Life. The Malamar took Chatot’s attack before releasing a series of psycho cuts at Crobat. Crobat managed to dodge the first few, but was hit by the last one and fell to the ground. Chatot landed next to Crobat and began to block the psycho cuts with echoed voice. It wasn’t a strong shield, but it was enough. As the fight was going on, Kiosia began to struggle and managed to knock a ball loose from Dust’s belt. It clattered to the ground and opened to reveal a Shuckle.

“Shucku!” The Shuckle looked up at the sound of Kiosia’s voice. It recognized his master’s captain and saluted with one of his yellow tentacles. “Use struggle bug!” Shucku nodded and withdrew all his tentacles into his shell then shot at the Malamar. It began to hit the large squid pokemon repeatedly, hitting it with struggle bug after struggle bug. The Malamar tried to counter, but any attacks that hit Shucku he easily brushed off because of his high defense and special defense. Before long, the Malamar’s grip on Kiosia and Dust weakened, and the opponent collapsed. Kiosia stumbled back, Dust in her arms as she fell back onto the floor. She took a moment to collect herself as Crobat, Chatot, and Shucku gathered around her. Kiosia smiled at the pokemon.

“Good work guys,” she said before looking at her first mate. He was out cold from what she could tell. Kiosia shifted into a better sitting position, then placed Dust’s head in her lap to hold him steady. Kiosia lowered her ear to his mouth and listened. After a moment, Kiosia felt Dust’s host breath hit her ear and was comforted to know he was breathing. She checked his pulse as well, just to make sure he was alive, before pondering over something that was troubling her. Dust was no idiot. He knew type matchups like nobody’s business, and it was obvious that Shucku had no trouble taking down the Malamar. So how had Dust fallen prey to that? Kiosia frowned, recalling something the Malamar had mentioned before about a “master”. Had it actually been this so called “master” that had taken him down?

“Argh… mm…” Kiosia looked down at the sound of Dust’s wince. She watched his hazel eyes flicker open and come into focus on her face. He waited a moment, breathing a few times before smiling at Kiosia. “Well hello there, Captain Marinosa. To what do I owe the pleasure of having my head held in your lap? Have I finally won your affections?” Kiosia’s face went red and she pushed her first mate away, not wanting him to catch how flustered his comments made her.

“Sh-Shut up! It was the best way to check if you were breathing!” Kiosia could heard Dust chuckling from behind her. Curse that man and the anchor he had placed in her heart! Kiosia stood up and brushed herself off. Crobat flapped his wings before returning to Kiosia’s shoulder. She crossed her arms and gave Dust a stern look. “What happened to you? First I lost contact with Barlo, Maple, Terrace, Yule, and Greg, and then suddenly you stop reporting in too? What gives?” Dust frowned and stared at the floor, as if trying to collect his thoughts before replying.

“The anchor,” he replied after a moment, returning his gaze to Kiosia. She raised her eyebrows, requesting more at the strange answer. “The locals on Poni Island mentioned that the ship seemed to come alive. We all thought they were joking, but they weren’t. The ship’s anchor is alive.” Kiosia put a hand on her chin before smirking.

“Oh! I see what we’re dealing with here.” Dust stared at his captain, utterly confused as to how she could have put something together so quickly. He gestured with his hand as if to say ‘well out with it’. “It’s a Dhelmise,” Kiosia explained, “Saw them all the time back at the abandoned shipwrecks in Hoenn. It’s a ghost pokemon that possesses pieces of abandoned ships. More often than not though it takes control of the anchor. Never could figure out why though. Maybe because it’s heavy? I don’t know. Anyway, that must be who is running this whole operation. They’re generally not sinister creatures but during my time in Team Aqua we had quite a few ships go missing if they strayed too close to Dhelmise territory.”

“So how do we rescue our crew from it? Sounds like they don’t go down easy.” Kiosia shook her head to confirm Dust’s thought. In her experience, Dhelmise were some of the toughest pokemon she had faced. They were nothing to scoff at, that was for sure. Their best bet was to outsmart it rather than face it head on in battle. But how to do so? Kiosia didn’t have time to come up with a plan, as a loud moan rattled through the ship. Suddenly the whole shipwreck began to shake, causing Kiosia to stumble and brace herself against a nearby wall. The floor near the Malamar cracked and the Malamar went crashing into the floors below. Out of the darkness of the lower part of the ship emerged the final boss of this whole adventure, the Dhelmise. It let out another bone rattling moan before unleashing a series of seaweed vines, grabbing hold of Kiosia and Dust.

“Crobat! Acrobatics!” Crobat let out a screech as it leapt from Kiosia’s shoulder and dive bombed the Dhelmise. Chatot charged at the Dhelmise as well, not awaiting Kiosia’s command, and slashed the anchor with an aerial ace. However, it seemed to not affect the Dhelmise at all. Kiosia grit her teeth and looked to Dust. She noticed him messing with his belt, as if he were trying to grab something. He gave her a “distract it” look as he messed with his belt. Kiosia nodded and yelled out, “Keep it up, guys! Shucku, you join in too! Sludge Bomb it!” Shucku cheered before coughing up acid and spraying it at the Dhelmise. The Dhelmise tried to return fire with several Power Whip attacks, but the smaller pokemon were much too quick for the Dhelmise. It moaned in anger, rattling the whole ship. Kiosia heard a sudden clattering sound followed by a roar. She looked to her left to spot Dust’s Torracat.

“Siber!” Dust commanded, “Flamethrower! Light this whole place up!” Now Kiosia was onto Dust’s plan.

“Fan the flames! Spread the fire!” The pokemon did as they were told, acting out the seemingly counterintuitive plan. However, as the fire spread, the Dhelmise started to panic. It dropped Kiosia and Dust before flooding the whole place with a surf attack to put out the flames. Kiosia covered her mouth as she was submerged underwater. She spotted Dust through the blue tint as well as the five bodies of their crewmates, who floated to the surface as the Dhelmise flooded the whole ship. Kiosia grabbed hold of two of them before swimming for the surface. As they broke air, Kiosia looked at Dust. “What now?” Dust reached over and took a ball of Maple’s belt. He threw the nest ball into the air, revealing an abra.

“Aka!” he called, “Use teleport! Get us all out of here!” The Dhelmise screamed in anger at their attempt to flee, but it was too late. Everything went blurry and the scenery suddenly changed. The group came crashing down in the middle of Seafolk Village. Water spilled back into the ocean around them as the group regained their bearings. Kiosia began to count heads. Six crew members, plus five pokemon. Everyone was accounted for. Once again, they had escaped by the skin of their teeth, but they had made it back safe and sound.

Arrow-Jolteon

01-15-2017, 04:18 AM

My story
I wake up, and the first thing I notice is I can't feel anything. I see the sky above me, a beautiful deep blue, dotted with fluffy white clouds. Yet for some reason I can't feel the sun's warmth. Wondering where I am, I try to move to try and get a better look at my surroundings, but my limbs do not respond. Suddenly, I hear a gust of wind, followed by the roar of a wave, and the next thing I know I'm underwater. It is at this moment that I remember... I was at a cruise... there were people with their Pokemon... everyone was having a pleasant time... I was with a few friends... then there was a storm. Last thing I remember was falling into the water as the ship was knocked over by a massive wave. I am amazed at having survived something like that, but how long was I out for? Where's everyone else? I try to swim to the surface but once again my limbs don't obey me and I begin to panic. I try to thrash and flail and scream, but I can't even open my mouth. What's going on?! Why can't I move my body?! I'm going to drown! Please, I don't want to die! Help! Somebody help me! ...Nobody is coming. No one can hear me... and I still can't move...

After what seems like an eternity of vainly trying to kick and scream, I finally give in. No matter what I do I can't prevent the sea current from carrying me away. Then I realize that I've spent a long time underwater and yet I have not drowned. This only increases my confusion, because I am no sea-dwelling Pokemon, so I cannot and should not be able to breathe underwater. As I'm pondering this, I suddenly notice that the currents have taken me to a sunken ship, which at first I think to be the cruise I was riding on before this whole mess occurred, but as I get closer I realize that this ship is not the same one, as this one is much more ancient. Strangely, I feel a tinge of excitement as I get closer, and I can almost swear that I can finally move on my own. Though not with limbs, I just sort of... float towards my destination.

I need a body I can move I think to myself This wreck is bound to have something I can use.

I notice the ship's steering wheel, which has a compass lying on top of it, and drift towards it. I confidently and instinctively wrap my tendrils around the wheel and the compass, binding myself to them. Suddenly, I feel much better. But I still feel like my new body is missing something, but what?

Then, I notice the ship's anchor, lying further away. Perfect! I drift towards it once again, and use my tendrils to attach it to the steering wheel. Finally, I feel complete.

Kinda rushed and clunky, but eh... I kinda wanted to do some suspense-ish thingy XD

Noblejanobii

01-15-2017, 04:41 AM

Arrow-Jolteon

01-15-2017, 07:33 AM

Arrow-Jolteon Ooohh interesting! You took the whole seadrift souls thing to a whole new level. I like it! It's as if it's the soul of a person lost at sea. I didn't even catch on that was going on until the very end so props to you for the suspense. Well done!

Thanks a lot! Yeah, my character is basically a seaweed (his spirit ended up possessing it after he drowned) until the very end when he completes his body XD. And your story was pretty cool too! For a moment there it actually looked like Kiosia and her crew would actually perish, so good job on keeping the stakes high.
Hiding this so people who come to read the stories won't be spoiled.

01-15-2017, 08:44 AM

Noblejanobii

01-15-2017, 01:59 PM

I tried, but it kind of drug on and on and almost turned into a story of a man being swallowed by the sea in a massive storm like a viking and i fear it was going to be a lot like Arrow's post and a song by Amon Amarth lmao. Good job to all the stories! I especially loved yours Arrow-Jolteon

I'll get the next one!

Aww I would have to liked to have seen that! Oh well. Can't wait to see your next poem!

Thanks a lot! Yeah, my character is basically a seaweed (his spirit ended up possessing it after he drowned) until the very end when he completes his body XD. And your story was pretty cool too! For a moment there it actually looked like Kiosia and her crew would actually perish, so good job on keeping the stakes high.
Hiding this so people who come to read the stories won't be spoiled.

Thanks! I was starting to run out of ideas towards the end but it was overall fun to right. Kiosia wasn't as sassy as usual though. She was more serious this time. And that's the biggest plot twist of all.

01-15-2017, 02:15 PM

Aww I would have to liked to have seen that! Oh well. Can't wait to see your next poem!

Thanks! I was starting to run out of ideas towards the end but it was overall fun to right. Kiosia wasn't as sassy as usual though. She was more serious this time. And that's the biggest plot twist of all.

I'm making a Poem thread soon, I'll post it there :)

Arrow-Jolteon

01-15-2017, 07:35 PM

I tried, but it kind of drug on and on and almost turned into a story of a man being swallowed by the sea in a massive storm like a viking and i fear it was going to be a lot like Arrow's post and a song by Amon Amarth lmao. Good job to all the stories! I especially loved yours Arrow-Jolteon

I'll get the next one!
Aww, thanks!

Aww I would have to liked to have seen that! Oh well. Can't wait to see your next poem!

Thanks! I was starting to run out of ideas towards the end but it was overall fun to right. Kiosia wasn't as sassy as usual though. She was more serious this time. And that's the biggest plot twist of all.
To be fair, anyone would be serious if trapped in a wreckage under the ocean.

Noblejanobii

01-15-2017, 09:25 PM

To be fair, anyone would be serious if trapped in a wreckage under the ocean.

I mean did you see what she did during my Yellow Commlocke story? She played russian roulette with an electrode then blew up the power cell of the underground Celadon rocket base and was just like "Eh my bad."

Noblejanobii

01-15-2017, 09:28 PM

Today's Pokemon of the Day is...

The Mystic Pokemon, #330, Flygon!

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Red dust was sent flying into the air from underneath the heavy footsteps of the mudsdale as it raced its way through the outback of Orre. The lady riding on its back, the outlaw better known as Essie Duncan, held tight to her hat as her bright scarlet hair flapped in the wind like a cap behind her. She dared to cast a glance behind her and spotted three men behind her, all aback rapidash. They were gaining too. Essie leaned down and pat her mudsdale’s neck.

“Faster, Moe, we’re almost to the canyon. They won’t follow us there.” Moe let out a bray before picking up the pace, putting his full effort into hoofing it to safety. As they neared the canyon, Essie spotted three skarmory circling above, the sun glittering against their steel wings. Essie began to screech, making a sound not unlike the skarmory’s call. The three steel birds reacted immediately, diving down to attack Essie’s pursuers. The men were caught off guard, one even being knocked off his mount from a steel wing attack. The other two slowed, swerving around the skarmory before attempting to follow Essie’s trail, but the skarmory would not halt. The men were forced to turn around, catching one last glimpse of their target as she entered the canyon.

“Why are we leaving?” the man on the ground cried as he remounted his rapidash. One of the men scoffed in reply and shook his head. The other merely replied,

“She’s entered the canyon. She’s the only person mad enough to do it. No amount of money could make me enter that place.” The other two men mumbled their agreements before the sounds of flicking reigns signaled their exit. Essie watched from a little ways in the canyon, snickering at the fear these men showed. They were such weaklings. Essie flicked Moe’s hair gently, signaling the mudsdale to start walking further inside the canyon.

There were many tales and legends about this canyon. People suspected it was haunted, and there were ghost stories about how people went in but never returned. Essie did not believe in such superstitions. No such thing could actually happen after all. At least, not to her. After all, she was the great bandit, Essie Duncan! If she could escape Orre’s greatest sheriffs, she could handle some stupid canyon. Thus, the red head sat straight up in her saddle, as if she were a proper lady, and let Moe take over leading, as he knew where he was supposed to go.

The canyon opened up ahead leading to a large bridge that connected two parts of a never ending ravine. Moe continued at a steady pace, evenly distributing his weight between his feet in order to keep balance on the old bridge. Essie kept her green eyes straight ahead, not one for heights, plus it helped to keep Moe balanced. The wood creaked under the stress of the weight, but handled it just fine as always, and the partners made it across just fine. The canyon narrowed after the bridge, and this was the most treacherous area, no doubt. This area was prone to landslides and falling rocks. Essie always had to keep vigilante, in case something decided to come tumbling down the sides that day.

Essie scanned the tops of the canyons, not spying any loose rocks this time around. Seeing no imminent danger, Essie flicked Moe’s mane again, sending the draft horse pokemon forward. His hoofbeats echoed against the canyon walls as they traveled, nearing their destination just at the other end of this stretch. However, about halfway through, Moe suddenly stopped. Essie gave her mudsdale a strange look when the ground began to shake violently. The young woman’s grip tightened on her pokemon, knowing this to be an earthquake that wasn’t too uncommon in the Orre region, but was bad news here and now.

“Moe! Go Moe! We have to get out of here!” Moe made a whining sound in protest before starting to canter towards the end while the ground was still shaking. But it was too late. Just as Essie had suspected, the canyon walls began to cave, and rocks were hurdling their way. With the ground shaking like it was, Essie knew Moe would not be able to run fast enough to escape the canyon without some close calls. As if to confirm that thought, a boulder barreled past the two, just behind Moe. This prompted the mudsdale to speed up, but this was a bad move. Essie looked to her right just in time to see a large boulder, then nothing.

***

A warm air brushed up against Essie’s face as she began to reawaken. She heard a distant crackling, a fire if she had to guess, and began to open her eyes. As her surroundings came into focus, Essie noticed she was in a cave of sorts, but how could that be? Essie frowned, her last memory of a boulder about to squash her. Was this the afterlife those buffoons always screamed about in Orre’s biggest cities? Man were they in for a shocker.

“Grrurr…” Essie turned her head towards the sound of a growl and felt her heart stop in her chest. Towering over Essie in the opposite side of the cave was a large reptile. Its skin was covered in green scales, four smaller legs currently supporting it as it stretched its large thin wings. A red hue was visible at the end of its wings, a beautiful sight, but Essie was more focused on the fan-like tail that seemed to be barbed with spikes. The pokemon glared at Essie through the red membranes that covered its eyes and let out another low growl. Essie stared at its fangs in fear, wondering if she was about to become its next meal when it suddenly backed up, and a new figure came into view. Essie turned her head a little more and saw a young man was the one holding back the beast. He was also naked.

Essie let out a squeak and closed her eyes, getting the impression she was not supposed to be awake yet. There was a shuffling sound and Essie felt a foot tap her gently. Essie mentally sighed and cracked open her right eye, trying her best to not look down too much.

“Yes? I’m awake. Can you please get dressed? You’re making me uncomfortable.” The man merely cocked his head at Essie’s words, almost as if he could not understand her. Instead, he got down on all fours and lowered his face closer to her. Essie opened both her eyes and tried to push him away, but the guy was aggressive, cornering Essie against a wall. His brown eyes inspected her as he tugged at her clothes and sniffed her over. Essie had never felt more violated in her life. Eventually, the outlaw was fed up with the violation of her privacy and shoved the young man away. “Get off! That’s creepy! Don’t you have any manners?” The stranger hissed and backed off, retreating to the side of the dragon. Essie narrowed her eyes in confusion, watching the guy make a series of clicking noises and growls. The chatter was returned by the beast beside him. It was obvious to Essie that this was a pokemon, but she had no idea what it was. Was it native to Orre? It wasn’t uncommon to see non-native pokemon in Orre, like Moe. Mudsdale were native to Alola which wasn’t far but not exactly close either. Wait Moe! Essie scanned the cave but saw no sign of her partner. She had to find him! He could be hurt or worse! Essie started to push herself up when the pokemon on the other side of the room screech.

“Aiirr!” Essie’s captor jumped to attention. He ran over to her and pushed her back down, holding her on her back. Essie tried to push the guy off but he was much stronger than she. Before Essie could yell, the young man gestured towards her leg. Essie sat up a little and looked down. Her leg was covered in leaves, but they were soaked red. That wasn’t good. She needed treatment but who could she go to? She’d have to go into town. But she’d need Moe to do so. Essie fumbled for a moment, pretty much under the assumption this guy understood no speech, then started to draw in the floor of the cave. The young man watched with interest as Essie drew Moe in the dirt. It wasn’t exactly pretty, but art wasn’t Essie’s strong suit, it’s why she stole paintings rather than making her own. However, it seemed to get the point across, as the young man jumped up and scrambled to one end of the cave. He disappeared for several minutes before returning with a bag. Essie recognized it as one of the bags she had strapped to Moe’s saddle. Moe must be outside then! The strange man held out the bag to Essie, which she gladly took. She started to stand up again, slower this time, but she felt her captor grab onto her arm. Essie looked at him with a flat stare.

“What?” As if to answer her, the young man’s stomach growled. Essie looked at him then at the pokemon in the other corner of the room. Were they both hungry? Was that it? Essie dug into her bag and pulled out a few berries plus some bread. She tore the bread into three pieces and handed one to the young man then tossed another towards the pokemon. She distributed the berries in the same manner before eating some herself, trying to show it wasn’t poison. The young man watched her carefully before taking a tentative bite of the bread. His eyes lit up and he made a clicking noise, prompting the pokemon to eat the bread as well. The food was gone almost as quickly as it came, but at least they weren’t on empty stomachs anymore. Essie’s new friend seemed to agree, rubbing his head against her shoulder and smiling. Essie giggled, patting the guy’s head, but stopped when she heard a familiar neighing from outside. Essie started to leave again but this time the guy grabbed onto her leg. Essie flinched, ready for the waves of pain that never came. She paused and glanced down at her wrapped leg. Essie tentatively reached down and unwrapped the leaves, only to find a scar there. Essie looked up and stared between the two mysterious strangers. Had they done this? Well, it seemed like Essie had no excuse to leave any time soon. So, if that were true, then she’d have to come up with names for her two new roommates. And also get the guy some clothes. Or at least pants. Essie wasn’t really the best with names either, so she sat pondering this for a while before settling for names from the periodic table.

“All right, from now on, you,” Essie pointed at the young man, “are Radon, and you,” Essie pointed at the pokemon, “are Xenon. Got it? Radon, Xenon. Radon, Xenon.” Xenon merely huffed but otherwise made no indication that it understood any of what Essie was saying. Radon, on the other hand, nodded eagerly and made a fast clicking noise, which Essie wasn’t quite sure what that meant but she took it as a sign of agreement. “I am Essie. And my mudsdale outside is Moe.” Essie gestured outside. Radon paused for a moment before dashing outside again. There was a neigh before Radon led Moe inside. Essie had to wonder why he hadn’t done this before but Radon’s thought process was obviously different than hers.

Moe looked relieved to see Essie. He walked over and pressed his nose against Essie. Essie smiled and pat her companion, relaxing him a bit. Essie walked to the bags hanging off the saddle and began to dig through them. Lucky for her, she always kept a spare set of clothes on her in case she ever needed them to disguise herself. Essie pulled out a pair of pants and frowned. Now how was she going to get these on him? If only she had a skirt, that would probably be easier. Essie mentally sighed and shook her head. Well it was now or never.

Essie stepped out from behind Moe and moved slowly towards Radon. He stared at her with a confused expression, cocking his head slightly to the right so that his brown hair fell in his face. Essie took a few more steps before holding out the pants. Radon stepped forward and inspected them, touching, sniffing, and staring at them closely. After a thorough inspection, Radon looked up at Essie. Essie gestured to her pants, before making the motions of putting on the pants. Radon furrowed his brows but took the pants and tried imitating her. It did not go well. Radon tried to put both of his legs in one of the pant legs, and started growling in frustration. Essie sighed and walked over. She pat his right leg and then tugged on the other pant leg. Radon looked between the two before lifting his right leg and stuck it in the hole. His eyes lit up at the seemingly magic trick and clicked quickly again. Essie found herself smiling a bit at the enjoyment Radon displayed. She reached behind him and pulled up the pants. Radon started to whimper and Essie could guess it was because the pants were probably a tight fit. Essie was quite a bit smaller than he, so the pants weren’t exactly made to fit him. Still, it would do.

Essie brushed off her hands and sat down, leaning against the wall. She sighed as she looked down at her leg. While she was glad to have Radon covered, she would have liked to put on a new pair of pants as well, given her leg had been ripped open to treat her leg. Essie began to wonder how long she had been out for. She was still considering the possibility she was dead, but Essie somehow doubted that a little bit more now. Still, she wasn’t allowed to leave, which wasn’t a problem now, but she only had a limited supply of food and water. She’d have to get back to her base if she wanted to restock, and from there possibly town if she ran out at the base. This was not a good situation.

“Bruoof!” Essie looked up at Moe, the mudsdale stomping around in a panicked motion. Something seemed to have startled him. Essie stood up but then the whole cave began to shake wildly, sending Essie face first into the ground. It was an aftershock if Essie had to guess. It faded away fairly quickly, but it was still terrifying. Essie had never felt more claustrophobic in her life. Essie stood up and brushed herself off before walking over to Moe. She tugged gently on his hair and began to lead him out. Essie paused at the sound of a loud whimpering. Essie turned around to spot Radon staring at her with terrified eyes. It was then that Xenon moved for the first time since Essie had arrived. The pokemon crawled over on all fours and nodded its head towards Radon. It took a minute for Essie to understand, but she was starting to get an idea of what was going on. This pokemon had saved Essie and Moe, and now was hoping Essie would take Radon. Maybe she was just romanticizing the situation, but that’s what it seemed like to her.

“Come with us,” Essie proposed quietly, “he’s more comfortable with you around.” The green dragon snorted and glared at Essie, as if to declare its negation of the proposition, but then relented when Radon nuzzled its side. It seemed to sigh before nudging Radon back. Radon excitedly crawled onto Xenon’s back. The dragon snorted again and motioned Essie forward with its head. Essie mounted Moe once they were outside the cave. She realized they were still in the canyon and not far from her hideout either, just much higher up. Good thing she had a mudsdale. “Let’s go, Moe!” She snapped his mane and the mudsdale let out a brey before charging down the rocky side to the next path. Essie looked up to see if Xenon and Radon were following, only to spot Xenon jump into the air. It expanded its translucent wings and cast a green-red light over the ground before. Xenon dove, lowering itself right behind Moe, and followed the trainer and pokemon all the way back to their base. And thus was the start of the most unique of friendships.

01-15-2017, 10:03 PM

Aight, I'm about to head out to play some flag football. When i get back I'll do my poem.

Edit: IM BACK. MY BODY DED. MY QB WAS NEVER SACKED, COME AT ME BRO! I got some sacks on the opposing QB tho. Still lost >:(

Suicune's Fire

01-15-2017, 11:52 PM

Yay, I love flygon! If I'm not busy job hunting all day then I'll give this a shot for sure. :D Never written about a flygon before!

Noblejanobii

01-16-2017, 07:55 PM

Yay, I love flygon! If I'm not busy job hunting all day then I'll give this a shot for sure. :D Never written about a flygon before!

Right it seems like a pokemon you'd be inclined to write about but I don't think I've ever written about one before either. Best of luck with the job hunting though!

Aight, I'm about to head out to play some flag football. When i get back I'll do my poem.

Edit: IM BACK. MY BODY DED. MY QB WAS NEVER SACKED, COME AT ME BRO! I got some sacks on the opposing QB tho. Still lost >:(

Haha sounds like a fun game! Can't wait to see what you come up with for a poem!

Well I just finished my story a day late. It was fun but I actually had a hard time ending it because it was so fun. Maybe one day Essie will know what a flygon is. Maybe.

Noblejanobii

01-16-2017, 10:49 PM

Today's Pokemon is...

The Mouse Pokemon, #028, Sandslash!

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It was finally time! Morie knew his little brother had been awaiting this day a long time, and he wanted to make it special. After all, you only received your starter pokemon once. It was tradition in the Tokuoka family to start with a Sandshrew. Morie’s father claimed it was something their three times grandfather had started. Every child since had started with a Sandshrew. Morie was no exception. His partner, now a Sandslash, was named Aegis, and had served him well in his journeys thus far. But now, Morie traveled to an unfamiliar land, the region of Alola.

The boat’s horn blew loudly as they neared the port of Maile City. Morie ran a hand through his black hair before looking to his right. He put a hand on his younger brother’s head and smiled. His younger brother, Kenko, returned a boyish grin, before setting his sparkling brown eyes back on the approaching city. They had been on the sea for many days now, and both boys were glad to see the city ahead, but they couldn’t stay long. They had to reach Tapu Village before nightfall. Normally that would be pretty difficult for non-natives, but thankfully they had a friend joining them for the journey.

“So you said you’ve been to Alola before, right, Lillie?” Morie asked, looking at the blonde girl to his left. Lillie smiled, a distant look in her green eyes giving Morie the impression that she was recalling some fond memories.

“Yes. I was born here, actually. I had quite the interesting journey while I was here. But those are stories for another time. You said you wanted to find a Sandshrew right?” Kenko jumped up and down a little in excitement.

“Yeah! I want to have an Alolan Sandshrew!” Kenko cheered, “The first Alolan Sandshrew in the family!” Morie chuckled at his younger brother’s enthusiasm. Still, he was quite excited himself. Morie had never traveled outside of the Kanto region before, but he had gotten the idea of traveling to Alola to start his brother’s journey after meeting Lillie. After finding out that Sandshrews not only looked different but also battled differently in Alola, Morie knew it was the perfect starter for his brother.

The boat slowed as they reached Malie City’s port. Kenko was off like a shot, dashing off the boat and dancing around once he reached the ground. Lillie and Morie followed soon behind, not able to keep up with the ball of energy. The city was sprawling but also seemed to have an ancient touch too it. It reminded Morie of the pictures he had seen of Ecruteak City in Johto. It wasn’t really like anything he had seen in Kanto, and Morie appreciated the breath of fresh air. Lillie walked through the city with confidence, as if she knew exactly where she was going. She paused in front of a shop and a large smile spread across her face. She waved the two brothers over and pointed to the shop.

“I know we are in a rush, but would it be okay if I treated you to an Alolan delicacy?” Morie looked down at his brother to see Kenko’s eyes sparkling with eagerness. Morie gave Lillie a thumbs up and nodded.

“I don’t see why not. We’re here to experience Alola aren’t we?” The three walked into the shop together and Morie couldn’t stop himself from taking a deep breath as a sweet scent hit his nose. He felt his mouth start to water at the delicious smell. “What is that?” he asked.

“It’s a Malasada. They’re very popular in Alola. I had a friend here many years ago that would always stop at these shops first thing. They also can be eaten by pokemon so if you want you can send out your team as well, Morie.” Morie obliged as Lillie went up to order and soon everyone was enjoying some sweet malasadas. Morie hummed at the deliciousness, he would definitely have to get more of these during his time in Alola. Stomachs full of malasadas, the three exited the store and began to heads towards the desert nearby.

Kenko’s excitement only seemed to grow as they traveled. There were many trainers willing to battle and Morie found it interesting all the strange pokemon he was encountering. By the time they reached the desert, Morie felt like he was more passionate about his journey than ever! The three rented some Mudsdales and rode across the rougher terrain to enter Tapu Village by sunset. Morie had to admit he was impressed with the extreme climate changes. One part of the area was desert but right next to it was an icy cold mountain and just beyond that a large sprawling meadow of red flowers. Alola truly was an interesting place. But Morie would have more time to enjoy it later, right now he had a job to do!

“You ready, Kenko? We’re going to catch a sandshrew!” A soft drizzle began to drop over the town as the trio ventured to the other side of the town where several patches of grass lay. Lillie stood off to the side as the brothers began to search through the tall grass.

“Pru?” Morie heard the familiar call of a sandshrew and looked to his left to spot a white sandshrew. No, rather, it was covered in ice! This must be an Alolan Sandshrew! Morie tapped his brother’s shoulder. Kenko looked over and pumped his fists in excitement. Morie handed his brother an ultra ball then backed up and watched as Kenko threw the ultra ball right at the alolan sandshrew. It hit and sucked in the pokemon, then dropped to the ground. One rock, two rock, three rocks, click!

“Yahoo!” Kenko jumped into the air then ran over to the ultra ball. He picked it up then scurried over to Morie and Lillie. “I caught one! I got it! I have an Alolan Sandshrew!”

“Good job, Kenko!” Lilie congratulated, “What are you going to name it?” Kenko paused, staring intently at the ultra ball before a smile spread across his face.

“My partner’s name is Igloo.”

Noblejanobii

01-17-2017, 10:44 PM

Today's Pokemon is...

The coal pokemon, #324, Torkoal!

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The world had been turned upside down. One moment, he had been strolling down Fiery Path, the next, he was in an unfamiliar forest. Spewing out smoke with a single breath, the orange turtle scanned his surroundings. How could this have even happened? Something was not right about this. The torkoal took a step forward, trying to get a bearing on his surroundings, when suddenly a loud roar caught him off guard. A majestic yellow tiger with a purple cloud sprinted past, followed by many others. Was that the mystical Raikou that pokemon often spoke of in wives tales? The torkoal was sure there had only been one. Why was there a whole pack of them here then?

The winds around the torkoal suddenly began to pick up speed, causing him to look to the sky. Above him were two flocks of birds, one sharp and jagged with golden feathers, and the other smooth and beautiful with icy blue feathers. Could they be the birds of legend Articuno and Zapdos? Were there also many of them? The torkoal was quickly becoming overwhelmed and confused. Had he died? Was he in the garden of the gods now? The torkoal continued forward, searching for anyone else but not seeing any other normal pokemon. At one point, he thought he spotted two of the ever famed Mew, but he thought it was surely his mind playing tricks on him, for there could not be more than one, could there? The torkoal was still processing everything when suddenly a trainer appeared! What was a trainer doing in the garden of the gods?

“Ledyba! Go! Use Aurora Beam!” Aurora Beam? The torkoal did not know much about movesets but he had never heard of a ledyba knowing how to use that move. It was obviously an incompetent trainer. Oh well, he’d finish this off with a quick flamethrower. The torkoal took a deep breath and tried to use flamethrower, but suddenly, he forgot. He knew how to use the move, but at the same time, he didn’t, so now flames would come out. This was very perplexing and concerning. A beam of rainbow lights hit the ground in front of him, freezing it. The torkoal flinched, waiting for the attack to hit but it never did. He still felt pain but not like an attack. The torkoal opened his eyes a little and spotted a frozen substitute in front of him. When had he learned substitute? This was so crazy! The trainer was about to command the ledyba again when a Mew flew by, grabbing his attention. “Oh! Let’s catch that instead!”

And so began the torkoal’s new life. Over the next few days, the torkoal picked up a thing or two about what was going on. Everything about him had been changed. He was no longer a fire type from what he could tell, and his ability now caused paralysis if his opponents hit him. He also knew a move called Bug Bite, but that still left two slots open as to what moves he knew. He was starting to become very homesick when another trainer entered the forest. He watched her from his resting place beneath the trees, a shaymin perched on her shoulders. Her brown eyes scanned the area around her before settling on him. A smile split across her face, confusing the torkoal. She said something to the shaymin and the pokemon jumped down, getting into a battle stance. The torkoal stood up and got into position. It was a quick battle. The shaymin was fast, unleashing an earth power that rocked the torkoal to his core. It was a good thing he wasn’t a fire type anymore. As he started to stand up, a premier ball was thrown at him, clanking against his shell. The ball disappeared after it gave a click of defeat. The trainer opened her pokedex and smiled. A psychic type torkoal? That was pretty interesting. She just might have to use him in the future. But to use him, he’d need a name. The trainer thought it over for a bit before typing in a short name, Dale.

Suicune's Fire

01-18-2017, 12:10 AM

I wrote a story starring a torkoal once. Just a battle, flareon vs. torkoal and I think it was in an ice arena, weirdly enough. xD

Noblejanobii

01-18-2017, 01:33 AM

I wrote a story starring a torkoal once. Just a battle, flareon vs. torkoal and I think it was in an ice arena, weirdly enough. xD

Feel free to post it if you still have it.

Suicune's Fire

01-18-2017, 03:01 AM

Feel free to post it if you still have it.
It's super old. xD But sure. It's incomplete and not that interesting. I had a written draft which was actually complete, whereas this one wasn't.

A smile tugged on a trainer’s lips as she fingered the single poké ball at her waist. The strong magnetic pull creating the link between the sphere and the belt loosened its hold as she pulled the ball lightly, and it dislodged, enlarging after she tapped it. Her fingers grew further apart to match the size of the circular object, and she waited in anticipation for permission to launch it.

A scrawny man stood to the side of an arena with a flag of green and a flag of red, his bright yellow shirt very distinguishing. He wore a cap with a poké ball symbol on its front, and he seemed focused as he scanned the battle ground. “Random battle arena: ice!” he called, alerting the two trainers on the freezing field but not causing them to lose where their attention was placed. “Recreational battle between Georgia and Nathan. Rules are as follows: one fire type pokémon may be sent out and used for battle; at no stage will a trainer be allowed to swap pokémon; the battle will last until one pokémon faints, and the other will win.” He took a breath, setting his eyes on one trainer and then another. “Trainers, release your pokémon.”

With a smirk and a planted kiss, the female trainer tossed her poké ball and watched as it clinked onto the ground and opened. A flow of red energy spilled from within to take the shape of a quadruped before the ball was drawn back to her belt. The light soon materialised into a deep orange pokémon with a fluffy mane and tail of yellow, along with a clump of fur resting upwards between his long and jagged ears. His excited eyes narrowed into a look of determination as they placed themselves onto the pokémon opposite him: a torkoal.

The male trainer at the other end of the arena had looked slightly less confident but still as focused, and he adjusted his jacket and flicked his dark hair back. His pokémon stood on stumpy orange legs with black bands that were required to support his hefty charcoal shell with spots of red. The creature whose neck extended a fair way up snorted smoke every few seconds, as if full of it and in need of expelling it frequently.

The referee’s voice overrode any tension between the pokémon as he commanded the trainers to step backwards onto a platform that would lift them up into a safe-box where another supervisor stood. He himself exited through a door behind him, disappearing into a room with tinted windows. Speakers on each corner of the arena vibrated as an announcement rang out. “Battle begins in three...two...one... Start!”

“Torkoal, use flamethrower!” demanded the fire pokémon’s trainer over the speaker system, and without a second thought he obeyed, nearing the flareon before unleashing a stream of hot flames.

“Flareon, dodge to the left!” Georgia shouted through a microphone extending from the machine-bench below her hands, and the speakers projected her voice loud and clear, allowing the flareon to dodge the attack without a problem. However, he slipped during his escape, falling on his belly with a grunt and a frown. Georgia reflected his expression, shivering as she thought of how cold the ice must have been.

The eevee evolution got to his paws again and began targeting Torkoal after being commanded to shoot a fire spin. He sprung off the ice and launched a spiral of fire in the other fire type’s direction, and the slow pokémon barely had time to react before he was stuck in the centre of the barrier surrounding him, embers spitting from the walls. The torkoal was dumbstruck for only moments before emerging with minimal damage, leaving the fire spin extinguished due to insufficient fuel.

And that is all. XD

Noblejanobii

01-18-2017, 03:53 AM

It's super old. xD But sure. It's incomplete and not that interesting. I had a written draft which was actually complete, whereas this one wasn't.

A smile tugged on a trainer’s lips as she fingered the single poké ball at her waist. The strong magnetic pull creating the link between the sphere and the belt loosened its hold as she pulled the ball lightly, and it dislodged, enlarging after she tapped it. Her fingers grew further apart to match the size of the circular object, and she waited in anticipation for permission to launch it.

A scrawny man stood to the side of an arena with a flag of green and a flag of red, his bright yellow shirt very distinguishing. He wore a cap with a poké ball symbol on its front, and he seemed focused as he scanned the battle ground. “Random battle arena: ice!” he called, alerting the two trainers on the freezing field but not causing them to lose where their attention was placed. “Recreational battle between Georgia and Nathan. Rules are as follows: one fire type pokémon may be sent out and used for battle; at no stage will a trainer be allowed to swap pokémon; the battle will last until one pokémon faints, and the other will win.” He took a breath, setting his eyes on one trainer and then another. “Trainers, release your pokémon.”

With a smirk and a planted kiss, the female trainer tossed her poké ball and watched as it clinked onto the ground and opened. A flow of red energy spilled from within to take the shape of a quadruped before the ball was drawn back to her belt. The light soon materialised into a deep orange pokémon with a fluffy mane and tail of yellow, along with a clump of fur resting upwards between his long and jagged ears. His excited eyes narrowed into a look of determination as they placed themselves onto the pokémon opposite him: a torkoal.

The male trainer at the other end of the arena had looked slightly less confident but still as focused, and he adjusted his jacket and flicked his dark hair back. His pokémon stood on stumpy orange legs with black bands that were required to support his hefty charcoal shell with spots of red. The creature whose neck extended a fair way up snorted smoke every few seconds, as if full of it and in need of expelling it frequently.

The referee’s voice overrode any tension between the pokémon as he commanded the trainers to step backwards onto a platform that would lift them up into a safe-box where another supervisor stood. He himself exited through a door behind him, disappearing into a room with tinted windows. Speakers on each corner of the arena vibrated as an announcement rang out. “Battle begins in three...two...one... Start!”

“Torkoal, use flamethrower!” demanded the fire pokémon’s trainer over the speaker system, and without a second thought he obeyed, nearing the flareon before unleashing a stream of hot flames.

“Flareon, dodge to the left!” Georgia shouted through a microphone extending from the machine-bench below her hands, and the speakers projected her voice loud and clear, allowing the flareon to dodge the attack without a problem. However, he slipped during his escape, falling on his belly with a grunt and a frown. Georgia reflected his expression, shivering as she thought of how cold the ice must have been.

The eevee evolution got to his paws again and began targeting Torkoal after being commanded to shoot a fire spin. He sprung off the ice and launched a spiral of fire in the other fire type’s direction, and the slow pokémon barely had time to react before he was stuck in the centre of the barrier surrounding him, embers spitting from the walls. The torkoal was dumbstruck for only moments before emerging with minimal damage, leaving the fire spin extinguished due to insufficient fuel.

And that is all. XD

Ohh nice descriptions. Sounds like it would have been an epic battle.

Suicune's Fire

01-18-2017, 04:13 AM

Ohh nice descriptions. Sounds like it would have been an epic battle.
Oh, you flatterer! I actually remember it being really strange. xD Somehow the flareon wound up in the air and fell towards this pool of water which the ice had given way to, except he stopped his fall by bracing his legs on the ice in, like, one of those really cartoon non-realistic ways. XD Pretty sure he won the battle.

Noblejanobii

01-18-2017, 04:17 AM

Oh, you flatterer! I actually remember it being really strange. xD Somehow the flareon wound up in the air and fell towards this pool of water which the ice had given way to, except he stopped his fall by bracing his legs on the ice in, like, one of those really cartoon non-realistic ways. XD

Dude that sounds like an awesome battle! I wish I could watch that!

Pretty sure he won the battle.

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What an unexpected twist

Suicune's Fire

01-18-2017, 04:19 AM

Dude that sounds like an awesome battle! I wish I could watch that!

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What an unexpected twist
XDD Stop. Maybe I should rewrite it and make it have an actual twist! The referee wins the match.

Noblejanobii

01-18-2017, 04:43 AM

The referee wins the match.

How I want many football games to go because I hate both teams.

Arrow-Jolteon

01-18-2017, 08:51 AM

XDD Stop. Maybe I should rewrite it and make it have an actual twist! The referee wins the match.

Make the referee a Blitzle. That way it can be a literal dark horse victory.

Suicune's Fire

01-18-2017, 09:40 AM

Make the referee a Blitzle. That way it can be a literal dark horse victory.
Lol! Good idea. I did have to look up that term but now I know what it is, ahaha.

Noblejanobii

01-19-2017, 10:24 PM

Today's Pokemon is...

The Launch Pokemon, our first official Ultra Beast, #797, Celesteela!

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“Thank you all for attending this meeting. I realize the call for this was quite short notice, but the situation in Alola has grown dire. I am Agent Looker of the International Police, and welcome to Operative UB.”

Jalal Attar stroked his rough black beard as he watched the tall detective at the front of the room give a speech. The man claimed he and the six others sitting in the room had been summoned for an emergency. If Jalal had to guess, it was due to rumored worm holes opening all across Alola. However, only one of the people sitting in the room currently was actually from Alola, and it was not Jalal, so he was not even sure exactly what happened. Still, this sounded like a result of that. Jalal barely paid attention as Agent Looker introduced each of the team members. He’d only acquaint himself with them if he had to work with them. He stood up and bowed as he was introduced.

“This is Agent Shock, and his partner, Rotom. He is an electric type specialist from the Sinnoh Branch of the PBI. With his experience in witnessing the Giratina incident some time ago, he was an ideal candidate to chase after Ultra Beasts, who can warp space and time it seems. He will be handling the ultra beast, Celesteela, a steel/flying type from what we can tell.” With that, Agent Looker moved on to the next agent and Jalal sat down. He felt a nudge on his shoulder and saw his partner beside him. Rotom smiled at him before turning his attention to Looker.

“If you will all head over to Anabel, she will deliver to you the things you need.” Jalal stood up and walked over to Anabel. He waited patiently for the purple haired woman to gather the supplies then pass them to Jalal. Jalal took the bag then exited the motel room. He still didn’t understand why they could not just find a more secure spot. Unclipping a pokeball from his belt, Jalal tossed it in the air. On the top of the things that he had been handed was a destination listed as Ula’Ula island. That was the one closest to Johto culture, if Jalal remembered his Alolan culture correctly. The man looked down at the yellow bird in front of him, an Oricorio from Melemele Island.

“Fly,” he commanded. The bird chirped before fluttering to Jalal’s shoulder. Rotom dove into Jalal’s bag before he took off, flying towards Ula’Ula island. Jalal got a few strange looks as he landed. He knew this wasn’t the normal form of transportation between islands. Usually the natives used Charizards, but Jalal felt more confident in his own pokemon. He began to look around to gather details of his surroundings.

A ship had just docked. Several people were getting off, including a young man and lady with what Jalal presumed was a younger sibling. The buildings were all definitely based on Ecruteak City in design, but Maile City seemed to have its own feel to it. The place wasn’t busy but it wasn’t abandoned either, also reminiscent of the Johto city base. Jalal looked up ahead on the street to see the entrance to the garden taped off. Something told him that’s where he was supposed to go. Returning his Oricorio to its pokeball, he began to make his way to the garden, picking up bits and pieces of conversation along the way.

“I know we are in a rush, but would it be okay if I treated you to an Alolan delicacy?”

“Did you see the latest fashions they have displayed in the clothing store?”

“The library might be the best place to look for that.”

“Extra extra! Monsters plague Alola! Read all about it!”

Jalal listened closely, finding some pleasure in the eavesdropping. He didn’t talk much on his own because he really enjoyed listening to others. He wasn’t sure why but it mattered little to him. Maybe one day he’d understand, but for now he’d settle with just talking to his pokemon. Walking up to the tape, Jalal flashed his badge and was escorted inside. Jalal was not sure what he had been expecting, but what appeared before him was not it.

The entire garden was abandoned, giving the atmosphere a much tenser feeling. The beautiful appearance was somewhat ruined by the destroyed architecture and the large ultra beast resting in the middle of the garden. Jalal tapped his bag and looked up as Rotom appeared.

“Heat,” Jalal said simply. Rotom spun and suddenly shifted into his oven form, ready to take on the ultra beast. Jalal and Rotom approached the large silver being, its body greatly outsizing its head. It straightened as Jalal approached before suddenly releasing a series of seed bombs. Rotom reacted without instruction. It released a thunderbolt, exploding them all. This startled the beast, causing it to cry out and launch more seed bombs. Rotom ducked and weaved, before releasing another thunderbolt straight at the ultra beast.

Jalal stood back and let Rotom do its work. He trusted his partner to know what to do. He skimmed over the instructions that had been given to him. Jalal expanded the unique pokeball he had been given as well, realizing he would have to catch the beast. Intriguing. They wanted to study it. He frowned a little. Jalal wondered if they were going to experiment on it. He shook his head. It was none of his concern really anyway.

Jalal heard a cry from his Rotom and looked up to see the Celesteela starting to wobble. Now was the time to strike. Jalal threw the beast ball at the ultra beast and it sucked in the ultra beast, clicking without hesitation. Jalal picked it up then began to return to headquarters.

Upon his return, Jalal noted that he was the last to return. Curious. He stepped forward to place the beast ball in the carrying case. He hesitated.

“What will be done with them?”

“They will be studied,” Anabel answered simply. That didn’t answer his question.

“Hey man just put the ball up! I want to go home,” someone complained. But Jalal was suspicious. It was almost like he was being hired as a bounty hunter. Despite the fact this pokemon was an alien, Jalal already had it set in his mind he was going to protect this ultra beast. Jalal pulled the ball back closer to him before sprinting out of the motel. He could hear shouts of protest as he charged into Lush Forest.

The sounds of nature surrounded Jalal as he charged deeper and deeper, the beast ball clutched tightly in his hand. He had to escape, he had to protect this pokemon. It was his duty as a PBI agent! Jalal heard shouts from somewhere in the forest, but he was moving away from the source, which was good for now.

“Give me back my bag!” Jalal thought he could faintly hear the laughter of a Passimian at the comment but decided to ignore it. He had a more important job to do. Reaching the opposite end of the forest, Jalal exited to the top of the route the motel was on and began to sprint towards the volcanoes. He glanced down at the beast ball in his hand and continued to charge forward, his life as an outlaw looking like it was about to begin.

Arrow-Jolteon

01-19-2017, 10:57 PM

Celesteela is gonna be a challenge. I haven't written anything because I've been on a writer's block and busy with work, but hopefully I'll be able to whip up something soon.

Noblejanobii

01-21-2017, 07:04 AM

Celesteela is gonna be a challenge. I haven't written anything because I've been on a writer's block and busy with work, but hopefully I'll be able to whip up something soon.

It actually wasn't that bad. I even got to reference my Lurantis and Sandslash stories briefly because the locations overlapped!

Noblejanobii

01-21-2017, 04:10 PM

Today's Pokémon is…

The Tender Pokémon, #350, Milotic!

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Cheers echoed throughout the arena as a various colored lights lit up the runway in the center of the building. The red curtains on the stage pulled back slightly, allowing a man with a tophat and cane exit. He walked down the runway to the center and took off his hat, bowing slightly before beginning to speak.

“Welcome one and all to the forty-sixth annual Ashton Myers Fashion Show! I’m your Master of Ceremonies, the great illusionist from Le Cirque de la Folie, Madder Hatter. We’ll begin today’s show with our dress portion. So without further ado, let’s get started!” Madder threw something to the ground and a column of smoke erupted, making the magician disappear from view. The music began to pick up as the first model entered the stage. A half wolf woman was showing up a magnificent red dress, her perfectly groomed tail swishing back and forth to accentuate the beauty of the fine dress. Backstage, many ladies waited for their turns. Among them was a half milotic woman and her assistant, a charmeleon gijinka. The milotic looked absolutely stunning, in the charmeleon’s opinion, better than anyone else at the show, but her opinion might be a bit bias, given they were sisters after all. Still, she could tell her younger sibling was very nervous.

“You’ll do fine, Sapphire,” she offered, “you’ve been practicing for this your whole life. I know you’ll do great. That runway was made for you.” Sapphire continued to stare in a mirror for a few minutes before looking over her shoulder at her sister. The worry was obvious in her pink eyes.

“You say that, Rose, but I can’t help but feel nervous. This is on such a larger scale than any of the other shows I’ve done. What if I mess up? What if I embarrass myself? This could be the one time our brothers are watching and if they see me mess up, what will they think of me?” Rose nodded sympathetically. She understood Sapphire’s concerns. Still, they couldn’t give up. This was their only way to reach them, at least, that she knew of.

“I’m sure they will still love you either way, Sapphire. So just be confident and stay strong. You can do it! For Mom, Dad, and our brothers, do for all of us.” Sapphire and Rose looked towards the curtain as the MC could be heard announcing the swimsuit models would be coming out next. That was Sapphire’s cue. The milotic quickly reached over and pulled her older sister into a hug.

“Thank you,” she whispered before running off towards the stage. Rose watched quietly before turning to the nearby television screen to watch her sister. Sapphire tucked back some of her red hair as she got into line. Thoughts were streaming through her head a million miles a minute. She hoped her brothers were watching. Being five years younger than them, she had only just been born when the two had been taken away by the Hunters. Rose barely had any recollection of them either, only being three at the time. Still, Sapphire knew her parents still missed the two boys, and it was her goal to bring them back home. Maybe they wouldn’t recognize her, maybe they would, but one thing was sure, one day Sapphire would find them.

Stepping out onto the runway, instinct took over. Without a thought, Sapphire began to run through her routine. Straight walk down, a slight swing of the hips and shoulders while keeping her head perfectly straight. She paused at the middle of the runway, the cheers erupting from everywhere around her. They were by far the loudest she had heard all night. Maybe it was because she was boasted to be the world’s most beautiful pokemon, or at least, she was half of it. Continuing to walk down the runway, Sapphire paused at the end and did a slow turn, lifting her arms to show off the swimsuit in the best way possible. With her red hair done in such a tight updo, it allowed for the back of the swimsuit to be seen quite clearly, as well as the tattoo on her back of a black charizard and a golden milotic, meant to symbolize her parents. Once she finished the spin, Sapphire gave a small smile before turning and walking away.

The end of the runway spin was her signature, something all the models in these circuits were required to have. While most modeling circuits frowned upon blemishes such as tattoos, the group Sapphire worked with preferred them. Little did they know, this was Sapphire’s calling card. Both of her parents were shinies after all, a very rare case that was practically unheard of in Sapphire’s world. Sapphire had gotten the tattoo in hopes that, if her brothers saw it, they would realize she was their sister.

Sapphire returned backstage to see Rose watching the television with a horrified expression on her face. Sapphire ran over and began to watch the TV as well. It appeared at some point during the show, the broadcast had been interrupted with some terrifying news. Slave uprisings had begun in the east as a rogue group of servants attacked large estates. Sapphire and Rose watched as fire exploded from the windows of the building on camera. Girls began to complain as the show stopped to accommodate the lack of a broadcast, but all the two sisters could do was lift up a silent prayer.

This was a lot of fun to write. It's a slight nod to a roleplay that I was once in where all the characters were servants tending to a household. Right before the roleplay died again, a mention of slave uprisings had begun to circulate, and it seemed like it was going to be an interesting plot point.

One of my characters, a charizard gijinka named Ethan, is one of the two older twin brothers of Sapphire and Rose. Whether or not they would eventually appear in the roleplay had yet to be determined, but I thought it would be a nice homage to the story to write a little short story about what the sisters must be doing without their brothers around.

01-23-2017, 08:11 PM

*juices on soda, eye twitches*
OHHHH DEM AUTO SAVES

Flygon of the Deep

Majestic Flygon
Guardian of the Desert
True is your essence

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Torkoal's Life

Endless fire is beyond my breadth
Eternal pain, within my depth
My fire inside expands my width
The survival it endures, defends my breath

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The Majesty of Milotic coming soon

Suicune's Fire

01-23-2017, 11:39 PM

The dankest poems to ever dank.

Noblejanobii

01-24-2017, 02:48 AM

Great poems, EZ! I really like how the torkoal one describes the fire burning inside of it!

Sorry for the delay! Today's Pokémon is,

The bat Pokémon, #042, Golbat!

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Kiosia had never noticed how musically inclined prison was. From the march of the patrolling soldiers to the beat you could make by banging cups against the bars of the cell, prison had a lot to offer when it came to making music. If Kiosia were more musically gifted, she might try to write a song. But she wasn’t, plus she had places to be.

Sirens began to echo throughout the compound as all the guards began to swarm towards the front gates. Naturally, of course, as all prison guards do when being attacked by a pirate ship attempting to rescue its captain. Kiosia stood up and stretched, prompting an odd look from her cellmate.

“That your ride?” she asked. Kiosia nodded and saluted.

“Yep! Care to join me?”

“Nah I think I’m good,” she replied, “hate to leave a place with such good food. If I get caught again I might get moved somewhere else. Maybe next time, yeah?” Kiosia snickered and gave her cellmate a thumbs up before putting her fingers to her lips and whistling. A soft flapping could be heard in the distance and a zubat carrying a bag suddenly appeared.

“Zubat! How are ya, buddy?” The bat pokemon screeched and pulled the bag into the inside of the cell. Kiosia dug inside, sorting through the six pokeballs until she found her lock picking kit. Going to the side where the lock was, she stuck her arms through and began to fiddle with the lock. It was a bit harder not being able to see, but no lock was match for Kiosia. She heard the click and quickly pulled her arms back as the door opened. Kiosia tightened her faded Team Aqua bandana and smirked. “See ya!” Kiosia called to her cellmate as she scooped up her bag and began to skip down the hall.

Shouts rose up from the other cells as Kiosia’s escape with Zubat began. The zubat suddenly dove down and struck a hidden grimer with a wing attack. Kiosia sidestepped the grimer and continued down the walkway. By now, some of the guards had noticed the escaped inmate running around and tried to stop her. Drawing their weapons, two guards tried to fire at Kiosia, but her zubat released a thick haze, allowing Kiosia to drop a floor and escape their gunfire unharmed. Landing in a crouch, Kiosia found herself surrounded by four growlithe.

The puppy pokemon growled at her, before a command from above caused them to charge up four flamethrowers. Kiosia snapped her fingers and Zubat began to flap its wings quickly, releasing several air cutters. The winds sliced up the four fire type pokemon, giving Kiosia the opportunity to flee towards the entrance. She could see the light just ahead, but right as they were about to reach it, an Alolan Sandslash landed in front of the door. It roared, its iceberg spikes seeming much bigger than the average size. Kiosia stumbled a little, not sure how to get past this. She couldn’t afford to wait too long or else she’d be caught. And except for Zubat all her other pokemon were locked in their balls. Kiosia clicked her tongue and nodded to Zubat. He screeched and released another haze but it barely phased their opponent. It released a powder snow that dispersed the haze then released a series of Icicle Spears. Kiosia managed to duck away in time, but Zubat was struck. Kiosia dove to catch her partner, the poor thing’s wing having taken the hit. She turned as the Sandslash towered over them, preparing a metal claw to end it all. Suddenly Kiosia was blinded by a bright light and Zubat disappeared from her arms. As the light faded, Kiosia saw a golbat between she and the Sandslash. Zubat had evolved!

Golbat flapped its wings rapidly releasing a flurry of hot winds that Kiosia recognized as Heat Wave. It burned the Sandslash, causing the pokemon to retreat and giving Kiosia access to the exit. Without needing any prompting, Kiosia sprinted out of the entrance and rushed for the docks where her crew was waiting. She could hear gunshots all around her but they bounced off of Golbat’s protect as Kiosia scaled the ladder dropped down to her. She was welcomed by her crew with hearty cheers, and Kiosia could definitely say she couldn’t wait to explore with her partner’s new found power.

Suicune's Fire

01-24-2017, 03:26 AM

oml that golbat. XD Oh my. I shall write something if I end up bothering.

Noblejanobii

01-24-2017, 05:57 PM

Today's Pokemon is...

The Tundra Pokemon, #699, Aurorus!

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Aurorus walked briskly down a cobblestone road towards the heart of the city. He was on a mission that he needed to accomplish, but he wasn’t quite sure how. His white hair glistened as he traveled under street lamps, the wind tugging at his scarf. Aurorus needed to find a book, but not just any book, a book she would like. But where to get one? He could not purchase one, for it was illegal for gijinkas to do so. He did not want to bother Cleo with such a quest. It was not for her concern. After all, she still had the medical bills to pay off. So then how?

Tugging his blue coat closer to his skin, Aurorus continued down the dark streets, hoping to figure out some way or some place to purchase a book. As he walked, Aurorus felt a stare lingering on him. But every time he looked around, the gaze would vanish for several minutes. Finally, as the man reached the end of the street, a shadow formed in front of him. It took the form of a person then dispersed, leaving behind a young man. He bowed, taking off his black conical hat and smiled, his gold eyes glittering in the night.

“You seem like a man on a mission,” the young man proposed in a charismatic voice, “perhaps I may help?” He reached up his black sleeve and pulled out a card from inside. On it read “Lee Crepit, locater of things”. “What is it you are looking for, sir?”

Aurorus stared at Lee suspiciously, but thought it would not hurt to try this. After all, it was obvious this stranger was a fellow gijinka. Though, even with the distinct features of purple hair and a warm aura, it was difficult to place which type. Aurorus sighed, a cold breath escaping him, before nodding.

“I am in search of a book. I am teaching someone to read, but we are running out of material.” Lee’s smile broadened and he rubbed his chin.

“Oh I see. Well then, leave it to me. Tomorrow night, come back to this spot, and I will have returned with your book. And don’t forget to bring some cash. I require payment for all my services!” Before Aurorus could ask how much was required, Lee vanished. The gijinka sighed and turned away, returning to the mechanic shop he called home.

As he entered the building, he walked upstairs to the attic, where everyone slept due to the lack of space in the shop. He spotted five figures all hidden in the darkness, his fellow gijinka teammates and their owner. Aurorus quietly stepped over all of them to take his place on the far side of the attic. As he crept, movement caught his eye, and he saw someone was sitting up, watching him. Aurorus paused, spotting Shaymin on the other side of the room. She had a curious look in her eye, but did not say anything, and laid back down to go to sleep.

Aurorus sighed mentally. That had been too close. After all, it would ruin the surprise for her if he had to explain his whereabouts. He hoped she wouldn’t ask tomorrow. This needed to remain a secret until he got a new book.

The next night, Aurorus left the shop once again and returned to the street where he had met Lee the night before. He had all the money he had saved up through tips he had earned at the shop. Now he waited a bit impatiently by the street lamp at the end of the street. After half an hour, the shadows moved and Lee materialized. He was carrying a small basket with not one but three books. Aurorus looked up in surprise, but the hard realization hit that he’d probably have to pay for all three. He barely had enough for one.

“Good evening, our deal stands, I assume?” Lee asked, holding out the basket for Aurorus to look at. Aurorus gave a short nod before holding out the bag.

“It may not even be enough for one, but it is all I have.” Lee made a somewhat disappointed look before sighing. He took the bag then shoved the basket into Aurorus’s arm.

“I forgot I always give a first trial discount,” Lee muttered, a hint of bitterness in his voice. “Just pay full price next time.” He disappeared again into the darkness, leaving Aurorus filled with a sense of wonder and happiness.

He returned to the shop, but managed to slip in without anyone noticing this time. The next day, Aurorus spotted Shaymin sitting in the window of their shop. Her green hair flowed over her shoulders, standing out very well against her pale skin and white dress. She seemed to be focused on something outside the window, but Aurorus gained her attention as he drew closer. Pulling the basket out from behind his back, he presented it to her.

“It’s not much,” Aurorus said, “but I noticed we were running out of material for you to learn from. So I got some new books for us to read.” Shaymin’s eyes lit up and she stared at the basket before looking back at Aurorus.

“Where did you get these?” she asked quietly, a flicker of worry crossing her face. If he had stolen him they could be in trouble.

“I bought them, from a… vendor,” Aurorus replied, choosing his words carefully. Probably best they didn’t know he had bought them from Lee for now. The answer seemed to satisfy Shaymin. She pat the spot on the window beside her and Aurorus sat down. Picking up one of the books, Aurorus cracked it open and began to read.

Suicune's Fire

01-25-2017, 09:38 AM

That aurorus' hair looks fabulous.

Noblejanobii

01-28-2017, 12:51 AM

My apologies on not updating yesterday. I was having a rough day.

Today's Pokemon is...

The Thorn Pod Pokemon, #598, Ferrothorn!

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The large wooden doors opened as the uncomfortable smuggler straightened her collar. She was wearing the world's single most uncomfortable pantsuit. But the boss required her to dress professionally when meeting with her. He also had a rule of no belts either. It was strange and the redhead hated it but you can't argue with the boss. Setting one foot in front of the other, the smuggler entered the large room with high ceilings and valuable undoubtedly stolen paintings.

“Ahh my Angel returns to me. How are you, my dear? Was the Bruxish mission a success?” Angel continued to walk forward as the man spoke. He was stout and large wearing a jaunty yellow suit. His black shined shoes were resting on the table in front of him as he leaned back with his arms behind his head. His brown eyes were most definitely not focused on Angel’s face as a smirk twisted his thin black moustache.

“Yes sir,” Angel replied as she reached table. Her boss gestured for her to sit in the opposing chair and so she did. He chuckled a little then asked,

“Did those Alolan police scramble when they saw you driving a car?” Angel nodded again silently, not wanting to speak more than she had to. “Well good. I'll be sure to pay you soon. I'm glad I can always count on you to complete a job, unlike Ioan.” Angel cocked her head ever so slightly at that. Despite being rivals for the smuggling business, Angel and Ioan didn't hate each other. They were drinking buddies after all, with Paul usually being the designated driver. What had happened that caused such a mention?

“Just let me know what I can do next,” Angel replied quietly.

“You're curious,” the boss interjected, causing Angel to stiffen ever so slightly. “Curiousity does not suit you, Angel. It’ll land you where Ioan is going.” Angel drew her eyebrows together.

“And where would that be?” Angel asked. A strangely psychotic smile spread across the boss’s face and he pointed upward as he spoke.

“Dealing with Executioner.” Angel’s head immediately snapped up to see a ferrothorn hanging from the ceiling. How had she not noticed it when she came in? Then again, the ceilings were high in this room and in every corner of the room there was a chandelier. If one was not looking at the ferrothorn directly, it could blend in quite well. But now was not the time to be admiring the trick, as the pokemon’s gold eyes snapped open with murder sparkling in them.

The ceiling rumbled and creaked as the ferrothorn released from its perch and dropped. Angel was barely able to scrambled away in time to not be smashed. Angel’s breathing began to pick up. Now she understood the dress code. No belts meant no secure way to carry pokeballs, which meant you couldn’t fight back if you were set to die. Angel couldn’t maneuver as well in a tight pantsuit either. She did have another trick up her sleeve though. Angel mentally called out for her partner, hoping and praying the Abra would hear her. However, her calls went unanswered, as if they were been blocked or something had happened to Lycurgus. Angel quickly tucked and rolled out of the way as a pin missile collided with where she had been crouched moments before. Guess she couldn’t worry about him right now either.

Angel could hear her boss laughing as she futilely tried to dodge Executioner. Pin missile after pin missile was launched at her, a pattern forming of sorts, but it had to be a trap. There was no way it wasn’t. Angel had seen some of the bodies of Executioner’s victims, there was more to a pin missile than that. The bodies were usually utterly obliterated! Angel quickly realized what could cause that when a silver and purple light formed above the ferrothorn’s head and blasted her way. Angel managed to dodge but she knew the attack quite well. Flash cannon was a powerful and deadly attack. She couldn’t afford to get hit with that.

Angel began to sprint across the room towards the doors, hoping to make it without getting hit when pain suddenly shot up through her legs. She fell to the ground as more pain sprouted up across her body. Angel’s vision began to go in and out as she spikes driving up through her. Executioner had been laying a trap, she realized, that was why the pin missiles had been so easy to dodge. Angel could hear the ferrothorn charging another flash cannon and closed her eyes. She couldn’t get out of this now, so better to not let a heinous carpet be the last thing she saw.

But it never came.

“Halt!” a commanding voice shouted as the doors were flung open. “This is the Veilstone police! Put your hands in the air, crime lord Basilio Piraino, you’re under arrest for the smuggling of pokemon, human trafficking, and-” Angel never heard the end of that sentence. She passed out before she could. But for a second, just a fleeting second, she thought she could hear Ioan’s voice in the fading distance of reality.

Noblejanobii

01-28-2017, 06:07 PM

Today's Pokemon is....

The Fairy Pokemon, #035, Clefairy!

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“Quite the mess you’ve gotten yourself into, Jalal. Though I gotta ask, why did you bring me into this?”

Jalal Attar crouched in an alleyway in Jubilife City. It was dark due to a power surge that had knocked out all the power in the city. It was being blamed on the “rogue PBI agent” but he had done nothing of the sort. It was just a stunt to turn public opinion against him. Anybody who had met Jalal knew he would do no such thing. But given he was an agent of the Pokemon Bureau of Investigation, not many people had met him. Thankfully, one person had, and was willing to stick out their neck to help him.

Jalal looked over his shoulder at the young man crouched with him. He wasn’t wearing his usual street wear but it was easier to hide that way. His brown hair was hidden under a navy blue hoodie, a glare levelled at Jalal. He was wearing jeans and sneakers, obviously not his favorites either. Given how long they’d been on the road, it was a worthy sacrifice. Neither of their outfits were in pristine condition. He was a fellow Sinnoh branch agent, like Jalal, and a fairy type specialist, named Dylan Thomas.

“I’m sorry, man, I didn’t realize they’d label us both fugitives. I figured I’d get hit but I never expected-”

“How could you not figure that out?” Dylan snapped back, causing Jalal to flinch. “You came to my house and told me you needed to lay low without any explanation. Then they saw you inside and labeled me as a fugitive because I was harboring you!” Dylan put his face in one of his hands. “Sorry, I don’t mean to be rude. I’m just…” he paused then whispered, “Sloane…” Jalal needed no more explanation. It was well known around the Sinnoh branch that Dylan was a lucky fellow with a somewhat rambunctious girlfriend. She was a bit on the fragile side though so Dylan was constantly fretting about her. Now that he was a wanted man, not only could she be taken in for interrogation, but they also could not risk contacting each other and were completely cut off for the time being. If Jalal was in his shoes, he’d be worried too.

“I get it,” Jalal replied quietly. He looked out into the streets again before nodding to Dylan. “Coast looks clear. We should try to make a break for it now. If we can make it to the water’s edge we can surf to Canalave and catch a ferry out of here.” Dylan gave a sharp nod. Standing up slightly, Jalal took one last look out of the alleyway before dashing into the street with Dylan right behind. It was somewhat ominous to be traveling in Jubilife City with no lights on. Moving silently through the night, the two PBI agents ran past the Poketch Company HQ. As they were nearing the exit to the waters between Jubilife and Canalave, a bright light suddenly flooded their area. Jalal and Dylan both flinched, covering their eyes out of reflex. A loud voice came over the loudspeaker of the helicopter.

“Jalal Attar and Dylan Thomas, put your hands in the air! We have you spotted! You are under arrest for the illegal trafficking of an Ultra Beast.” Well like hell they were going to do that. Dylan was the first to recover, grabbing Jalal’s arm and bolting out of the helicopter’s spotlight. “After them!” The two agents sprinted for the docks not too far away, the sound of soldier boots behind them creating a sense of panic in Jalal’s chest. Dylan reached to his belt and unclipped one of his pokeballs. He clicked the center button but to his surprise, it would not open. He frowned before realizing what had happened.

“They set off an EMP!” Dylan said, slapping his pokeball back onto his belt. “The helicopter must have precautions against it but that’s why there’s a blackout. They wanted to knock out our pokeballs, our means of escape.” Jalal clicked his tongue in frustration and glanced over his shoulder.

“How good of a swimmer are you?” he asked as they nearly reached the docks. Dylan smirked a little and immediately began to take off his hoodie. The two threw their jackets aside, followed by their shirts. Jalal sent up a silent prayer that none of their pokeballs were knocked loose then dove into the water, Dylan right beside him. It was pitch black underwater, but there was nothing they could do about that. Jalal kicked his legs back, keeping his arms straight by his side as he shot forward as far as he could before forcing himself to resurface. Kicking off his shoes, Jalal began to do his fastest stroke, the breaststroke. As the helicopter propellers grew louder, Jalal and Dylan dove back under, going as far as they could before resurfacing. The one perk to this was that no pokeball was EMP proof just yet. If they couldn’t use their pokemon, neither could these losers.

Though there was another problem. If they had set off an EMP, then Canalave was probably impacted too. Communications may be impacted, but more importantly, that meant no ships were running. How would they get out of Sinnoh? If an EMP had really been set off, it was possible that power could be out for days, week, or forever. Was this ultra beast really worth possibly permanently knocking out power in one of Sinnoh’s biggest cities?

“Get down!” Dylan suddenly shouted, pushing Jalal underwater. Jalal barely had time to catch a breath before he was shoved under. Bullets suddenly rippled the surface of the water, missing the two. They resurface before diving back underwater again, trying to escape the gunfire. One good thing was that without the spotlight on them, Jalal and Dylan were practically invisible. Nearly to a piece of land on the opposite side of the water, the boys could see the helicopter keeping its beam trained on the edges. They’d have to bolt almost as soon as they reached the land. Diving under one last time, the two shot forward to the edge.

Jalal grabbed on first and pulled himself onto the land. He wasn’t in the spotlight right away, but at the sound of his and Dylan’s splashing, it shifted to them. The two immediately ducked into the trees at the edge, wood splitting from gunfire. Now barefoot and exposed to the elements, the soaking wet PBI agents dashed through the woods of Route 218 towards Canalave City. Shouts and gunfire echoed behind them as they reached the city’s edge. Just as Jalal had suspected, there were no lights on. The EMP had hit this city too. But Dylan didn’t hesitate. Grabbing Jalal’s arm, he pulled the electric type specialist into the city, sticking close to the shadows.

The two dashed for an inn on the edge of town. Soldiers were starting to enter the city behind them, Jalal noticed. He unclipped a pokeball from his belt and tried opening it. No dice. Dylan knocked on the door quietly, using a special pattern. There was silence and a chill crawled up Jalal’s spine as the soldiers drew closer. Then the door opened and the two men were pulled inside. Locking the door behind them, a man that looked eerily similar to Dylan glared at the two.

“What the heck have you done now?” he asked, his anger very visible in the light cast by a volbeat standing nearby.

“It’s a long story,” Dylan answered. “Look, Owen, I know this is short notice, but I need to borrow your clefairy. Is she out of her pokeball?” Owen nodded a little and whistled quietly. A clefairy scampered over.

“I always keep all my pokemon out of their pokeballs. I’m guessing that’s a good thing given you two don’t have any of yours out.” Jalal nodded silently, causing Owen to sigh. “Seriously, cousin, you have to explain this to me later on, okay?” Dylan held out his hand.

“Promise, just not now. We need to teleport to Iron Island.” Owen took Dylan’s hand and shook it as Jalal’s head snapped towards them.

“Wait hold up. Clefairy can’t learn teleport!” Dylan merely smiled at Jalal and gestured to the clefairy.

“Some can, but it’s generally unheard of nowadays. Jezebel here is one of the few that remain.” Dylan bent down and picked up Jezebel before holding out a hand to Jalal. “She can get us to Iron Island. At the very least, they won’t look for us there for a few days. We give Jezebel a few days to rest, then teleport to Fullmoon and Newmoon islands. At that point we should be close enough we can teleport to Mt. Coronet or Route 217. If we can make it to Snowpoint they might have a ferry we can take somewhere else.”

That sounded like a really risky plan but did they have much of a choice. Jalal glanced down at the beast ball on his belt. He hoped he was doing the right thing, then took Dylan’s outstretched hand.

Noblejanobii

01-30-2017, 08:22 PM

Today's Pokémon is…

The Gnash Teeth Pokemon, #779, Bruxish!

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Sirens blared as a car tore through the streets of Ula’Ula Island. People jumped out of the way as a purple Rapidash GT350 ripped through the streets that were definitely not made for a vehicle. How one had gotten into this area without being noticed still perplexed the cops, but that was not their main question right now. Their main job was to catch the rogue car before it reached the docks. If it boarded a ship then they lost jurisdiction to the ships off Aether Paradise. They had already radioed ahead, but other than passenger ships there was no sign of a ship equipped to carry a car anyway.

The driver smirked as she maneuvered her vehicle through the tight streets of Ula’Ula island’s main city. She couldn’t risk getting caught but that wasn’t much of a worry to her. She glanced to the passenger seat where her partner, an abra, sat, ready to teleport at a moment’s notice. It was a last resort since she had used him to get her on the island. Still, it could work if she got close enough to the docks.

“Yo! Angel! Chill with the turns. You might toss around the fish too much.” Angel glanced up into her rearview mirror at the man sitting in the back, her partner, Paul. She cocked an eyebrow at him. He acted like she wasn’t aware of that fact. They were smuggling Bruxish after all. These fish weren’t allowed outside Alola legally for a reason. If she wasn’t careful, they could chew through the trunk of her car, even with the special case they had put in it.

“And you need to stop backseat driving, Paul. I’d rather not get caught smuggling Bruxish, yeah? It’s kind of a felony in case you didn’t know.” Paul gave Angel a disgusted look but shut up. Angel caught the flicker of red and blue and narrowed her eyes. They were catching up using bikes from the looks of it. Angel could feel the adrenaline starting to kick in and a smile played at her lips. Good, she liked a challenge. Putting more pressure on the accelerator, the Rapidash shot forward. Angel reached over and quickly changed gears before drifting into the shopping district. Switching into reverse, Angel began to drive backwards, a stunt that inexperienced drivers should not under any circumstance perform in an extremely safe setting. Thankfully, Angel had a lot of practice and therefore was qualified enough to perform such a stunt.

Shooting towards the back of the shopping district, Angel kept her eyes towards the back, left hand on the wheel and right hand on the gear shift. Just as she was about to reach the library, Angel yanked the steering wheel to the left. The tail of the car swung right as Angel shifted gears back then slammed on the gas. The purple car shot forward, leaving the motorcycles in its dust. Angel spun the Rapidash back onto the main road and eyed the straight shot towards the docks. Two cards blocked the road, but like some measly blockade had ever stopped her before.

Adjusting her gold aviators, Angel’s green eyes focused on the two officers out of their cars. These idiots obviously had never dealt with smugglers using cars before. The perks of smuggling in Alola. Leaning forward slightly in excitement, Angel didn’t slow down at all as she ran down the blockade. The two officers fired shots at the window, but Angel wasn’t a fool. The bullets barely left a dent on the bulletproof glass. The two were nearly run over as Angel slammed into the two cars head on, the reinforced hood and bumper taking no damage as the police cars were knocked aside like toys.

Angel let out a cheer as she sped towards the docks, nothing able to stop them now. Spectators and police watched as the smugglers sped towards the waters. Now putting her full weight on the accelerator, Angel giggled as the car shot off the edge of the dock. But, before it could plummet into the war, the car disappeared. Miles away, a smuggler ship lay into neutral territory. The purple Rapidash GT350 reappeared onboard. Angel turned off the car and slid out of the car. Tossing her curly red hair over her shoulder, Angel walked to the trunk of her car and popped it open. Paul and several other smugglers that had been awaiting her arrival came over as well. Shouts and cheers went up at the sight. They had done it, they had successfully smuggled six Bruxish off of Ula’Ula island.

Neo Emolga

01-30-2017, 09:07 PM

This thing, this thing, it's erasure I wish
What were you thinking, Game Freak, when you made up this fish?
Oh the colors, the lips, oh the sanity-singe!
This thing is no fun and just makes me go cringe!

We have Starmie and Slowking as great psychic/water types
So what madman developer thought of this tripe?
Now in my poor brain this thing leaves a scar
It looks like the bastard child of Flounder and Jar Jar!

What better way to complete a grim Monday
Than to make this foul mess Pokémon of the Day?
"This thing's a Pokémon," oh what terrible, horrible news
Come with me friend and lets drown our sorrows with booze

Arrow-Jolteon

01-31-2017, 12:50 AM

Noblejanobii

01-31-2017, 01:00 AM

01-31-2017, 02:00 AM

*porpoisely skips the weird lookin fish* #noragrats

Clefairy, Clefairy.

I see the moon, clefairy.
The moon sees me, clefairy,
It fills my core, clefairy.
Upon it i sing, clefairy.
But true fear, clefairy.
You do not know, clefairy,
We'll show you hell, clefairy.
As we go...clefairy.

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Noblejanobii

01-31-2017, 02:23 AM

01-31-2017, 02:30 AM

I was honestly quite sad on clefairy day when you didn't post anything! Glad to know you're still think these guys are creepy!

I will always think these little nuzlocke destroyers are monsters. *pours one out for spazz*

Pokemon Trainer Sarah

01-31-2017, 03:22 AM

That poem and the Clefairy
Are incredibly scary

I'm laughing though
At Neo's Bruxish blow!

Noblejanobii

01-31-2017, 04:08 AM

That poem and the Clefairy
Are incredibly scary

I'm laughing though
At Neo's Bruxish blow!

http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/combatarms/images/7/78/Double_Kill.png/revision/latest?cb=20140326174744

I will always think these little nuzlocke destroyers are monsters. *pours one out for spazz*

Haha well I hope to see more of your wonderful poems in the future! These always make my day!

01-31-2017, 04:37 AM

That poem and the Clefairy
Are incredibly scary

I had a darker one in mind :O but i thought it was nsfw

Haha well I hope to see more of your wonderful poems in the future! These always make my day!

Definitely! proceeds to procrastinate on making a poem thread

Noblejanobii

01-31-2017, 05:27 PM

Today's Pokemon is...

The Nebula Pokemon, #789, Cosmog!

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My aurorus story is up as well if you want to go look at it. In the mean time give me your best GET IN THE BAG NEBBY stories!

Kamiki typed quickly on her Leppa Phone 8. Her grip was tight on the pink phone as she quickly sent a message and waited impatiently for a response. She saw the bubble and three dots appear from the person on the other end. It appears a moment later, causing Kamiki to smile a little. Ever since their meeting in Castelia City, Kamiki and Damien had been texting back and forth non-stop. She had even demanded that her boat from Unova to Sinnoh had wifi so she could continue to text him. Now, riding on a train in Sinnoh, Kamiki felt as if she was one step closer to reuniting with Damien. However, his messages did worry her a bit.

Damien: So you’re in Sinnoh already?
Kamiki: Yep! We’re on a train from the port in Sunyshore City.
Kamiki: My concert there was cancelled for some reason.
Damien: You haven’t heard?
Damien: The news reported that there had been terrorist attacks on Jubilife City and Canalave City!
Kamiki: :0 What! Why?
Damien: Don’t know. Though someone pointed out online that the wanted PBI agent was spotted near there shortly before the attacks.
Kamiki: You think he could be behind it?
Damien: Maybe. From what I’ve read online he’s an electric specialist, so he could have easily caused the huge blackouts in those areas. But…
Kamiki: But?
Damien: It doesn’t add up.
Kamiki: ?
Damien: He was perfectly loyal prior to being deployed to Alola, the people they interviewed testified to that. So why suddenly go rogue?
Kamiki: Wait! He was in Alola?
Damien: Yeah, why?
Kamiki: He must’ve been sent to help with the Ultra Beasts appearing all over the place. I can’t really explain it, best for you to research on your own.
Kamiki: My manager says we’re getting off soon. I have to go, but I’ll text back soon, okay?
Damien: Okay!
Damien: Be safe!

Kamiki looked up as the train stopped rattling down the tracks. Clicking the button on top of her phone and sliding into her pocket with one slick movement, Kamiki stood up. Her manager grabbed her arm roughly and pulled Kamiki off the train. Kamiki shivered a little as they stepped into the frigid air. She had read that Sinnoh had a vastly colder climate than many of the other regions, but she had never imagined it to be this cold. She felt underdressed and unprepared.

A chill ran up her spine and Kamiki sneezed as her manager escorted her through the train station to the car waiting outside. Wearing a skirt had obviously been a mistake. Kamiki’s manager opened the car door, allowing the pop star to slip inside. She noticed on the seat beside her that there was a change of clothes. It appeared her manager had thought ahead, per usual. Though she had to wonder why they still traveled by public transportation. Kamiki’s manager claimed it was for exposure purposes, but wasn’t it also a huge security risk? Sometimes Kamiki really questioned her manager’s motives.

A door closed at the front of the car, and the car began to drive down the road. Kamiki looked outside and gasped, snow beginning to fall. She had never seen it before! Sure, Alola had snow on one of the islands, but only on the tallest mountain and for security reasons not just anybody was allowed up there. She had always wanted to see snow but Melemele and Akala Islands were just to warm to allow for it under normal circumstances.

It was quite the sincere sight as they traveled through the city. People dressed in warm outfits with their pokemon, smiling and going about their mundane lives. Oh how Kamiki was sometimes envious. They reached her hotel much sooner than Kamiki would have liked. The door opened and her manager stood tall and imposing, blocking any route of escape. He obviously didn’t want a repeat of what happened in Castelia City. Fine then.

Kamiki unbuckled herself and slipped out of the car. She felt his strong grip on her shoulder as her manager lead her inside the hotel. They approached the desk and the receptionist immediately recognized us. She reached under her desk to retrieve a key as she quickly said,

“Ahh! Welcome Madam Palakiko, glad to see you made it safe. I trust your journey here was smooth?”

“Hardly,” her managed scoffed, causing the receptionist to look a bit uncomfortable. She scrambled for a moment before thrusting out the key holder.

“W-Well if there is anything we can do for you just please let us know.”

“Oh I will be,” the manager replied as he lead Kamiki away, “I expect only the best treatment. Any less and I’ll tarnish your reputation.” With that, he slapped an elevator call button the door opened silently. Kamiki nearly stumbled as she was pushed inside by her manager. He stepped in behind her and glared at her as the doors closed. “Dear, please try to not be so clumsy. No one likes a realistic popstar.” Kamiki bit back her tongue as they rose in the elevator. Per usual, she had the penthouse suite. There was nothing wrong with that, she supposed, except that it was going to be housing her manager as well. He was royally pissed after the whole Castelia incident and was determined to not let it happen again. He had almost forbidden her from texting Damien but she had not budged on that one.

The two stepped out of the elevator into the suite. Kamiki immediately walked over to the thermostat and started to turn it up. Her manager briskly walked into another room, one of the two bedrooms up here. No doubt he was finding out which was the better bedroom so he could claim it for himself. Kamiki moved over to the couch and sat down, relaxing for a few minutes. The elevator dinged as it rose again, several attendants bringing up she and her manager’s luggage. Kamiki looked around before spotting her purse amongst the luggage. Walking over to it, Kamiki pulled out some money and tipped everyone. Taking her bag, Kamiki walked into the other bedroom and set her stuff down. Closing the door, Kamiki changed into the winter clothes that she had been given in the car. She definitely felt much cozier in a purple long sleeved shirt with black pants her black hoodie than a skirt. Lacing up her shoes, Kamiki noted that things were still being brought into the penthouse and her manager was busy setting up his room. It couldn’t be this easy… could it? Kamiki grabbed her phone and wallet before exiting her room and moving the elevator with the bellboys. The elevator doors opened and Kamiki was about to step in when the loud shrill voice of fun killer caused her to freeze in her tracks.

“Kamiki!” Busted. Kamiki stepped away from the elevator and saw her manager with a face so read it looked like he was about to explode. “What on earth are you thinking? Get back here!” Kamiki bowed her head a little and walked over. She tensed a little, preparing herself. Sharp pain stung her cheeks as a loud clap echoed in her ears. Kamiki raised her hand to her cheek and looked up at her manager. “Honestly, you’re such a disappointment. I thought you had learned after Castelia! You are forbidden to leave this suite until the show, young lady.” With that, her manager turned and stormed off to his room. Kamiki slunked back to her own, barely holding back tears as she slammed the door behind her and collapsed on her bed and cried softly.

***

Kamiki opened the door quietly. Night had fallen upon Snowpoint City and Kamiki couldn’t sleep. This could be here only chance to see snow, she had to go out now! If not to see the snow then to spite her manager. Damien had not been a regret. He was her friend! Why was that so hard for her manager to understand? Peeking out a little bit more, Kamiki heard the snores of her manager and smiled a little. Slipping out, she quietly closed the door behind her. Kamiki dashed on her toes to the elevator and pushed the button. Bouncing a little in anticipation, Kamiki realized the elevator might make some noise. She’d just have to be quick about it then. Drawing closer to the door, Kamiki shifted the bag on her shoulder. There was a ding, causing the snores in the other room to halt. The doors slip open and Kamiki slipped inside, rapidly pressing the close door button. As the doors slid shut, Kamiki could hear the snores resuming. For now, it seemed, she had gotten away with it.

The elevator descended to the lobby. Kamiki stepped out and made her way briskly towards the exit. No one stopped her. Stepping out into the frigid air, Kamiki paused for a moment, and breathed. The crisp air pained her lungs slightly, but Kamiki loved it! It felt so nice. The snow crunched under her feet where she walked. Kamiki was fascinated, jumping around a little to test the snow and giggling the whole time. She started to walk into town when someone called after her.

“Ah madam!” Kamiki felt her heart sink into her stomach at the voice and turned around. It was a bellboy. “Do not stray too far. There is another snow storm due in an hour. It is unwise to get caught in one.” Kamiki felt relief swell in her and bowed, thanking the man for his advice, then turned and made her way into the city.

It was a quaint place with lots of houses, nothing compared to Castelia but still nice. A familiar scent caught her nose and Kamiki wandered towards an open restaurant. Stepping inside, Kamiki smelled the glorious scent of noodles. But not just any noodles, Snowpoint Noodles! She had tried some of the knock offs at places in Alola but she had to try this while she was here! Kamiki sat down at the bar and ordered a bowl. As she waited for it to cook, two other figures entered after her. They sat down in the two seats beside her. Kamiki glanced over at them.

Both were wearing hoodies that covered their faces, similar to the one Kamiki had been wearing when she had ran into Damien. The one closest to her was hunched over, as if to hide his face more, while his buddy was leaned up against the wall, his blue eyes barely visible. The eyes flicked towards her causing Kamiki to quickly look away. A man came over and took the strangers’ orders, returning shortly after with Kamiki’s order. Kamiki began to eat in silence, savoring each taste until her pleasure was interrupted by a yelp. Kamiki looked over to see the boy furthest from her shaking, steam rising off of him. The employee across the table was petrified, obviously having tripped and dumped hot water on the customer. Several people began to pass down paper towels, allowing the man to dry off. He pushed back his hood and began to dab down his face. It wasn’t much, but it was enough.

That was PBI Agent Dylan Thomas. While waiting for the chance to sneak out, Damien had sent Kamiki several articles to look through. They had reported that another agent had unexpectedly gone rogue to aid the first. There was no doubt in Kamiki’s mind, this was them! Dylan looked over at Kamiki again and his eyes widened a little, noting the recognition on her face. He quickly pulled his hood up more and tapped his buddy. They exchanged a look before both fled the stand. Slapping some money on the table, Kamiki took the bowl of the noodles and began to pursue the two. She just wanted to ask some questions!

Just as the bell boy had warned, the snow was starting to fall heavier, indicating the coming storm and starting to mask the tracks the two left behind. Kamiki shivered but pushed on, running as fast she could to chase the two. She saw Dylan in the distance turn his head back to look at her. Kamiki immediately took the chance to call after them,

“Please wait! I’m not going to hurt you.” Dylan slowed a little, as if sensing the genuineness of her voice. However, the other agent, Jalal, grabbed Dylan’s arm and yanked him along, snarling something at him. So that’s how it was going to be. Kamiki dug into her pockets and pulled out a pokeball. Enlarging it, Kamiki threw it into the air and light burst out, shooting towards the two boys. Both slid to a stop as a comfey appeared in front of them. He smirked at them and looked back at Kamiki. “Corey! Use vine whip to hold them still!” The comfey’s eyes glittered as it released several vines. Dylan reacted first, dodging out of the way as Corey tried to make a grab for them. Jalal was quickly tied up but Dylan continued to dodge. He started to try and pull Jalal free, but in doing so, got caught himself. Both agents tried to struggle, but it was obvious that Corey had a tight grip on them both. Jalal glared daggers at Kamiki as she approached. Kamiki frowned at him.

“I told you to wait,” she stated simply, “but you wouldn’t listen.” Kamiki looked back towards town before scanning her surroundings. “Corey, let’s take them into that grove over there.” The comfey floated with the two agents over to the trees, Kamiki right behind. Once they were thoroughly out of the sight, Kamiki motioned for Corey to put them down. “Don’t bolt. I’ll just catch you again.” Jalal grit his teeth but simply sat down as Kamiki did once he was released. Dylan looked between the two, as if contemplating escape before letting out a sigh of resignation and sitting down.

“All right,” Dylan replied, “what do you want? To turn us in? Money? Our pokemon?” Kamiki simply shook her head.

“Information.” This earned two very confused looks. “A friend of mine and I have been discussing the events surrounding you two recently and something doesn’t quite add up. I want to know the truth. After all, ever since the media outlets in Alola, Unova, and Sinnoh got taken over by their governments, it’s nearly impossible to get true information in these regions.” Dylan looked at Jalal. The woman had a point. But could they trust her? Jalal simply shrugged. He reached to his belt and pulled off a strange looking ball. Enlarging it, he began his story.

“Not too long ago I was called to Alola to help quell the problem with the Ultra Beasts. I was sent after UB-04, known to the public as Celesteela. I caught it in this ball, and was supposed to turn it in, but something seemed suspicious about the whole ordeal. When I encountered Celesteela, it did not seem… aggressive, more like it was frightened of being in an unfamiliar world. I realized they were probably going to experiment and maybe even torture the poor creature and… well I couldn’t stand by to let that happen. These ultra beasts, they’re living beings too. So I fled. I took a boat to the Orre Region then to Sinnoh. I crashed at this guy’s house,” Jalal said, gesturing to Dylan as he did, “for a few days before they found us... somehow. So we were forced on the run. We fled to Jubilife, hoping to reach Canalave to take a boat elsewhere but…” Dylan interjected here.

“They set off an EMP over Jubilife and Canalave. That’s why the power has not come back on. It’s no ordinary power outage. They took out all the power in those areas, possibly permanently. We couldn’t use our pokeballs or any electronics. We only managed to escape because of a clefairy my cousin owned, which I’m holding onto right now. The clefairy knew teleport so we teleported to Iron Island, Full Moon Island, New Moon Island, and then Route 217. And that’s how we got here.” Kamiki stared at the two of them before putting a finger to her chin. She tapped her foot slightly against the ground as she processed this. As PBI agents, it would make sense for them to act in such a manner, putting the pokemon before all else. Their duty was to protect people and pokemon, not just one or the other. Though, one could argue they were now valuing pokemon over people, but Kamiki thought not.

“All right,” Kamiki finally said, “I believe you.”

“Really?” Dylan asked, a little surprised that she had responded so quickly. Kamiki shrugged a little.

“I mean sure. You don’t seem like the types to lie and it all makes sense to me. There’s… not much I can do for you but um…” Kamiki fumbled before realizing she was still holding a bowl of noodles. “You can have the rest of my noodles. And I have some water in my bag.” Passing over the bottle of water and noodles, it became evident the two boys had not eaten or drank much in their time running around. They scarfed everything down, relishing in it. They both sighed contently and bowed in thanks.

“We appreciate your kindness,” Jalal stated with a smile, “Thank you for helping us.” Kamiki smiled in return.

“Sure! I’m sorry there’s not much more I can do. I wish you the best of luck. Though, I will say, most of the police officers will be preoccupied with my concert tomorrow, so that’s your best bet on getting through town and on a boat without being noticed.” Dylan and Jalal appeared to be confused again. “What? I assume that’s why you’re here, right?” Dylan shook his head.

“It’s not that. Your concert?”

“Oh! Sorry how rude of me. My name’s Kamiki Palakiko, I’m a popstar from Alola. I’m here on tour actually. I snuck out from under my manager’s nose to see the snow, since I’ve never really seen it like this before. This whole city is very beautiful.” The two boys seemed taken aback but decided to roll with the situation.

“My girlfriend actually listens to your music, I believe,” Dylan responded, “I’m PBI Agent Dylan Thomas. Pleasure to meet you. And this is PBI Agent Jalal Attar. Pleasure to make your acquaintance. If what you predict is true, then we could not have picked a better time to arrive in Snowpoint City. Once again, thank you for all your help, Miss Palakiko. And best of luck during your concert tomorrow. I wish we could speak for longer, but it is probably best we all return to where we came from. Agreed?” Kamiki nodded, noting how late it was becoming.

“Thank you for sharing your story with me. Best of luck making it out tomorrow.” The two parties quickly departing, Kamiki scaling back up to her room without her manager noticing. She didn’t sleep much that night, texting back and forth with Damien about her latest discovery.

***

Kamiki yawned a little. It was now a few hours after her concert. The concert had been an obvious success, the whole show had been sold out. Now Kamiki was on her way to the docks to get on a boat for the Hoenn region. She had to wonder if Dylan and Jalal had been successful in making it to a ship. She opened her eyes a bit more as the car stopped. The door opened and Kamiki was led out to a fine cruise liner. Kamiki smiled, totally ready for some R&R. As she waited for her manager and everyone to sort out what was going on, Kamiki thought she heard a shout. Suddenly, alarms went up everywhere.

“Abandon ship! Abandon ship!” Kamiki looked around wildly, recognizing that to be Jalal’s voice! She spotted he and Dylan a few boats down right as they threw two pokeballs into the air. An azumarill and lanturn appeared in the waters. The two boys dove into the water right as police officers came to the top deck. Kamiki started to move towards them when spikes rose out of the water, trapping the two. It had been a set up! The two looked around wildly, trying to find some route of escape but seeing none. Before she could stop herself, Kamiki was sprinting down the docks towards the two. Grabbing three pokeballs off her belt, Kamiki tossed them all in the air. “Corey, use magical leaf to cut those spikes! Carlotta, use hyper voice to blast back any approaching officers! Rosette, you know what to do!” The three pokemon spread out, Carlotta singing loudly to block any advances by law enforcement, Corey slicing through the trap, allowing Rosette to get inside with Dylan and Jalal. Kamiki got as close as she could to them and shouted, “Hey!” The two agents looked up in response. “Rosette is going to take you away from here! She’s going to be very tired afterwards. It’ll take several weeks for her to restore her energy, just take care of her for me!”

“Wait! What do you me-” Dylan never got to finish his sentence as a giant space-time warp opened, engulfing the boys and their pokemon. Kamiki had to shield her eyes at the brightness, but in a flash, they were gone. Kamiki sighed, hoping they would be all right. But now came the real trouble. Kamiki turned around and looked at the approaching law enforcement. Carlotta collapsed, having taken one too many hits from an opponent’s luxray. Kamiki raised her hands in the air, preparing for surrender.

“Kiki!” Right on schedule. Kamiki raised one hand higher, using her other hand to return Corey and Carlotta before being grabbed by a familiar hand. Damien pulled Kamiki onto the back of his unfezant, the bird shooting high into the sky where the police could not reach them. Kamiki smiled and giggled.

“Took you long enough,” she teased. Damien snorted and rolled his eyes.

“Sorry, Miss Princess, it takes a while to fly from Unova, especially on such short notice. What? Did meeting the two PBI agents give you the idea of running away too?” Kamiki giggled a little.

“Yeah. I realized, my manager isn’t worth dealing with right now. I need a little vacation until my next concert. Which may not be for a while now that I just helped two fugitives escape capture.” Damien pat Kamiki’s hand.

“It’ll be all right. Let’s head back to Unova for now, I can keep you safe there. At least, for now.”

Neo Emolga

01-31-2017, 07:06 PM

01-31-2017, 08:15 PM

The bag, the bag, Nebby, is where you shall go
No matter how many times you shout, scream, refuse and say no
You can holler, yell, and pew as loud as you can
Be happy it's a bag, Nebby, and not the unmarked candy van

If you slip out again, Nebby, you know I'll be pissed
Just take a good look at the size of this fist!
Now get into the bag because it's for your own good
If you waddle around we'll both get mugged in this hood!

I know, I know, the inside is quite dull
But it's either this or you ride with those punks from Team Skull
Alright, alright, I've heard enough of you whine
I'll buy you a tablet so you can muck about online.

I believe, it is time, for the young danklord, His, Tuffness, to rep Team Skull's side of things.
Heh, Team Skull, Drop da be-eat!

*Team Skull grunt beatboxes*

Yo, nebulicious,
Dont get in that bag you deem so vicious
I got this, delicious,
Bag of treats, some sweets, some kisses
Just dont go, with that crazy misses
(Ahh!)
She treats you bad, huffs puffs and hisses

If you come with me
I treat you right *snaps*
Everyday a party
Every night a delight *snaps*
That girl she out of sight
Out of mind,
Crazy in the head
And she out to find
This *slight pause*
Epic little ball of cosmic ener-g
Put you in a bag and take away from me

My last hope,
To show you all im no joke,
Illest spittin rapper from johto
Murkin all the dittos with toto
Dial, the hotline
Because my mind is a fine line
Just get,
In this bag of mine
And we'll show these fakes how we shine
Spittin sacred fire every single time
We step to the mic, it's our victor-Y!
Just don't,
Let this joke take away from me
My little awesome buddy and all that we can see

Because it's you and me
Til the end
And it is for you
That I'll defend
That bag that's like a spacial rend
From that girl that seems to never end
Disrupts all the time that we could spend
All the days of neverland

Because this is the moment you and me have been waiting for
Putting an end to all of the haters that say we will never score.
The moon, the stars and everything under,
Our kingdom grand,
We'll rend them asunder.

And I'm out.

*drops mic and walks*

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Noblejanobii

02-01-2017, 10:34 PM

Sacred Fire it appears you got Xanthe'd.

Today's Pokemon is...

The Dopey Pokemon, #79, Slowpoke!

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Romulus Martello drummed his fingers on the stone well as he waited just outside of Azalea Town. He sighed loudly and looked up into the sky, rain tracing down his face. He was thoroughly soaked because he had been sitting here in the rain for over an hour now. He was supposed to meet his buddy, Tybalt, an hour ago, but the man had been a no show. Romulus started to leave when a shout came from the direction of Union Cave.

"Hey! Romulus!" Romulus saw someone approaching, waving their arms wildly. Yep, that was Tybalt.

"Tybalt, what the heck took you so long?" Tybalt crossed his arms and puffed out his cheeks.

"I came as fast as I could! I got lost in Union Cave on the way here. It's a long walk from Violet City."

"And this is why I said you should get a ponyta or something but no it's a waste of a party slot." Tybalt punched Romulus.

"And while you're getting fat I'll be in shape and leaving you in the dust!" Romulus smirked and grabbed Tybalt, pulling the smaller man closer.

"Get over here, you dork!"

"H-Hey!" Tybalt shouted as Romulus ruffled his hair. "Stop it! My hair!"

"It looks better messy anyway!" Romulus teased as he stopped. Tybalt beat on Romulus a little.

"You're so mean! I get held up by the police and then get lost and all I get in return is messed up hair." Romulus frowned a little and looked at Tybalt. The smaller boy shrugged a little. "Don't ask me I don't know why there was a bunch of police. They had the whole coastline blocked off! And the Pokémon Center! That's why I got lost. I couldn't go to withdraw Pan." That made sense. Tybalt's main flash Pokémon was Pan the Wooper, but since the poor Pokémon was terrified of everything, Tybalt usually left him in the PC. So of course, when Tybalt needed him most, he couldn't get to him.

"Well that explains a lot. Oh well. You're here now and that's all that matters. We'll just have to call your folks and tell them it took you so long to get here that you're staying the night!" Both boys whooped before walking out of the rain into town. Stepping around the various slowpoke, Romulus led Tybalt to a small house hidden behind the Pokémon center. A quick call to Tybalt’s place later and the two trainers were back out in Azalea Town.

“So what should we do first?” Tybalt asked. Romulus did not answer, instead just grabbing Tybalt’s hand and leading him back towards Slowpoke Well. Tybalt stumbled, a little caught off guard, but followed with a smile plastered across his face. Stopping beside the well, the rain has softened a bit, making the stones on the well not as slick. Romulus sat down on the well and swung his legs over. Hooking his feet on one of the rungs, Romulus began to climb down the ladder into the deep well. Tybalt followed quickly after, meeting Romulus at the bottom. It was dark this deep in the well, so both boys sent out their partners, a numel and a litwick. The two fire types burned their flames brightly to allow the two boys to see. Romulus quickly covered Tybalt’s eyes, earning a groan from the teenager. “Romulus!” he whined, “I can’t see!”

“That’s the point, ya goof,” Romulus replied, leading Tybalt along the path to a blanket surrounded by candles. “You better hope the food hasn’t spoiled because you made me wait so long for you to get here.”

“Wait what?” Tybalt asked as Romulus uncovered his eyes. Tybalt gasped a little when he saw the picnic basket on a blanket surrounded by candles.

“Happy anniversary!” Romulus cheered with his numel. He pat Tybalt on the back and grinned, puffing out his chest with pride. “It’s our ten month anniversary today!” Tybalt stared at Romulus in shock before splitting into a grin matching his boyfriend’s.

“You remembered! I was starting to worry when you never mentioned it but you were just trying to surprise me!” Romulus nodded and gestured to the blanket.

“Shall we sit? Remus and I spent all night working on everything to make sure this picnic went wonderfully.” Tybalt laughed a little at the thought of the twin brothers working late into the night designing everything that could be in that picnic basket. Romulus was absolutely horrendous in the kitchen, whereas Remus was a master. Oh the disasters that could have happened in that kitchen.

For the next few hours, the two boys enjoyed a candlelit picnic in the depths of the Slowpoke Well, the cries of slowpoke, the lapping of the water inside the well, and the drizzle of the rain outside acting as background music for the couple as they enjoyed their dinner. As the sun began to set and night drew ever near, the trainers realized they needed to head back to Romulus’s place. They rolled up the blanket, packed the basket, and began to leave when Tybalt stepped on a slick rock. He slipped and grabbed onto Romulus. Both felt, crashing amongst the rocks and water of the well. Tybalt fell into the deeper waters of the well and began to scramble for the edge. The goldeen in the well were less than friendly and he didn’t need any stab wounds today. Tybalt pulled himself back onto the side of the well and looked around but saw no sign of Romulus.

“Romulus?” he called, “Romulus!” Fear suddenly clutched Tybalt’s heart and his eyes snapped back to the water. Had Romulus fallen in too? “Romulus!” he shrieked, not sure what to do. It was too dark in the water! Tybalt couldn’t see Romulus at all! He could be drowning right now and Tybalt would be none the wiser because he could not spot his boyfriend! Tears began to trace down Tybalt’s cheeks as he stared helplessly at the water. Paralyzed by fear, Tybalt sat there and cried, wishing and praying that Romulus would pop back up at any second.

“Slow? Poke?” Tybalt slowly turned his head to the right, spotting a slowpoke next to him. It appeared to be observing Tybalt with its unblinking eyes. After a moment, the slowpoke opened its mouth and called out, “Slowpoke!” Tybalt jumped a little, the cry being louder and more aggressive than the ones he had heard from the slowpoke in town. Splashes echoed throughout the well and Tybalt looked around to see several other slowpoke diving into the water. After a few moments, they resurfaced, Romulus on their backs. The slowpoke pushed him onto the shore and Tybalt scrambled over to him. Romulus was covered in multiple cuts and deep slashes, but more importantly, he wasn’t breathing. That was bad. Tybalt was CPR certified, but he was panicking so much it was going to be hard to perform this calmly. Tybalt took a deep breath then pulled out his pokegear. Dialing 911, he set the pokegear on speaker as he began to start chest compressions on Romulus. One explanation later, the Azalea police and medics were on their way. Tybalt performed CPR as best he could until they arrived and the two were taken away to the nearest hospital, in Goldenrod City.

Romulus awoke later that night and both boys received a stern talking to about venturing into the well. It was a dangerous place for trainers who have yet to beat Morty and gain access to the move Surf. Nevertheless, both families were just glad Tybalt and Romulus were safe. As Romulus rested later that night, Tybalt couldn’t help but reflect on how the slowpoke had helped him when he needed them most. Being a Violet City native, he had always heard the legends of Azalea Town’s slowpoke, but never really believed in them. But now, more so than ever, he understood why the citizens of Azalea Town treasured them so.

02-01-2017, 10:36 PM

I can't like my own post, dammit...

Slowpoke rap coming soon

Pokemon Trainer Sarah

02-01-2017, 11:38 PM

Slowpoke's pretty cute and cool,
He's also pretty thick, though.
Slowking's not so much a fool,
And I often use Mega-Slowbro.

A Gen 1 darling he is, too,
But I really think they oughta,
Change his typing to something new,
7.8/10, too much Water.

Chibi Altaria

02-02-2017, 12:18 AM

7.8/10, too much Water.

I love how this is tagged into everything now. XD

Arrow-Jolteon

02-02-2017, 01:44 AM

My short story:

Running late! Huff... huff... I gotta hurry. I have to make it! I will make it!
...
http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/pokemon/images/b/b7/079Slowpoke_Dream.png/revision/latest?cb=20140820072339Hey guys, am I on time to write the Flygon story?

http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/pokemon/images/4/4a/Shaymin_Land_anime.png/revision/latest?cb=20150629063024Uh... Slopoke, buddy, pal, ...that was weeks ago. We're doing your species today.

http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/pokemon/images/b/b7/079Slowpoke_Dream.png/revision/latest?cb=20140820072339Darn it!

Noblejanobii

02-02-2017, 01:47 AM

Arrow-Jolteon perfect! I love it!

Noblejanobii

02-03-2017, 03:32 PM

Today's Pokemon is...

The Parent Pokemon, #115, Kangeskhan!

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It was a beautiful day in the Kanto safari zone. Spearow were singing, the hot sun beat down on the plains, and a troop of kangaskhan was passing through the area. While not unusual to see these pokemon in large groups, they usually spent their time raising their young in the deeper parts of the safari. It was only during the breeding season that they emerged from the jungle and entered the open plains. It was quite the sight too, something many people took special visits to the safari zone just to see. Still, with all this traffic, that also brought great danger.

Park Ranger Madelief Schorel coaxed her partner, Kas the dodrio, forward as they followed the troop of kangaskhan from a distance. She was one of several rangers that had been selected to ensure that the kangaskhan made it across the plains safely today. She, along with three other rangers, were riding within quick dashing distance of the troop, just in case trouble should arise. In the past two years that Madelief had done this, she had never experienced any issues, but that was then, and this was now. Anything could happen.

’Rangers Schorel, Larsen, and Jennings! Come in!’ Madelief unclipped her walkie talkie from her hip. That was Ranger Soldati! He was running point for the troop. Had something happened?

“Ranger Schorel reporting in. What is the situation, Ranger Soldati?”

’This is bad! We’ve got a pack of houndoom exiting the jungle up ahead! I think they’re planning to attack the troop of kangaskhan!’ This was bad. This was very bad. Yes, it wasn’t entirely uncommon for pokemon like houndoom and mightyena to hunt kangaskhan, but never during kangaskhan breeding season. The breeding grounds that the kangaskhan usually used was technically in houndoom territory, but the packs that guarded those areas generally moved to a different part of the safari zone due to the lack of hunting possibilities in the area. Houndoom generally preyed upon small pokemon, like rattata, nidoran, and pidgey. They are notorious over hunters, and when they run low on prey, they migrate for a while. Thus the kangaskhan come in and the smaller pokemon return until the kangaskhan leave and the houndoom return. That had been the cycle for years! What was different now?

“There’s got to be a reason why they haven’t moved! These packs have been doing this routine for years. Is it possible they’ve got a new alpha?”

’No!’ Ranger Jennings’s voice crackled over the walkie talkie. ’I’ve been watching them all year. The only pack with a recent alpha change was the Druid Mightyena Pack. This is the Snake River Houndoom Pack. They’ve had the same pack leader for nearly seven years now, Razor. Unless something has happened within the last twenty-four hours I would know about it.’

Razor was an old houndoom and one of the longest surviving houndoom alphas in the park. Generally the alphas lasted three to five years, if that long. Razor, however, had proved himself time and time again that he was an alpha that was only going to be overthrown by death itself. Was it possible something had happened to him?

“We should go check on the pack,” Madelief said into the walkie talkie. “Ranger Jennings, you’re with me on checking on the pack. Everyone else, protect the kangaskhan and evacuate the observers. We don’t want any casualties if we can help it.” A chorus of yes ma’am’s answered Madelief. Snapping Kas’s reins, the dodrio sprinted forward past the kangaskhan troop. Ranger Florence Jennings rode up to her on her arcanine before the two broke off into the jungle. Dismounting as they approached the edge of the Snake River pack’s territory, Madelief and Florence returned their mounts to their pokeballs and sent out a manectric and houndoom instead. One thing Madelief had learned since becoming a park ranger was to always keep a pokemon on hand that was at least similar to many of the pokemon you would be dealing with. Manectric were rarely sighted in the safari zone, but it was a canine that could bargain with the packs of the zone. Of course, in a case like Florence, you keep one of every type of pokemon you specialize in with you, in this case any canine pokemon that had a pack in the safari zone was fair game.

The four ducked through the underbrush as they pressed forward. It didn’t take long before they were surrounded by several houndoom, fangs bared and ready to attack. Florence’s houndoom, Tasma, stepped forward and began to converse with the largest houndoom. After a moment, Sanjeev the Manectric joined in as well. Low growls and barks passed between the three before the large houndoom howled. The surrounding houndoom dispersed, returning to their positions along the border of their territory. Something was definitely up. Madelief was no expert but she was pretty sure houndooms generally did not take defensive positions like this on their territory. The large houndoom jerked its head, signaling for Madelief and Florence to follow. It led them quickly to the heart of Snake River territory and it became immediately clear what the problem is.

“Ranger Soldati! Ranger Larsen! We’ve discovered the problem,” Florence relayed into the walkie talkie. “It’s the pup, Elissa.” This explained everything. This past mating season, the Snake River pack had run into some trouble. The Oxbow Houndoom pack had made a bold move this past mating season. The two packs had gone to war over territory. The Oxbow pack was not near as large as the Snake River pack, and eventually lost, but not without forcing some heavy casualties on the Snake River pack. This included a fatal wounding to the alpha female. Generally, female houndooms have around four pups per litter, but such was not the case for the female alpha, Luce, this breeding season. Luce gave birth to a single pup, a shiny houndour that was nicknamed Elissa. She passed shortly after the delivery. Several other female houndooms in the pack took turns carrying for the child, and the rangers even aided some as well. Elissa was very small and much frailer than the average houndour pup. The rangers had given her many shots and vaccines, just to ensure the pup made it. While park rangers generally did not intervene with the lives of the packs, the Snake River was a huge powerhouse of a pack, and the loss of the alpha female was a huge blow. Elissa needed to survive at least a year if the survival of the pack was to be ensured.

’What’s the issue?’ Ranger Soldati radioed back. Florence and Madelief approached Razor and Elissa slowly. The alpha male looked up and growled at their approached, causing Tasma and Sanjeev to bark and snarl in return. Razor stood up, his body looking very weak, as if he was suffering from malnutrition. Of course, there was no food to hunt in this area. All the houndoom were slowly starving the longer they remained here. So why not move on? Razor looked as if he were about to attack when his eyes landed on Florence. He paused, as if recognizing Florence as the person who had tended to Elissa in the past. Florence moved closer and smiled.

“It’s okay, Razor, we’re not to hurt you,” she said calmly before replying into the walkie talkie. “Razor and the other houndoom appear to be malnourished. Razor won’t let us too close to Elissa though so I can’t check her yet. Will keep you posted.” Clipping her walkie talkie back on her belt, Florence got down on her knees and crawled closer to Razor cautiously. Razor watched her with narrowed eyes before stepping aside, revealing Elissa. The shiny houndour was shivering and coughing, her breathing shaky at best. Florence drew up beside her and began to inspect the small pup. She checked inside the pup’s ears, mouth, and eyes. After a few minutes of inspection, Florence looked back at Madelief. “I think she’s got some sort of respiratory infection. Her breathing is very irregular, and it sounds like she’s having a lot of trouble breathing. She’s also got chills and definitely has a fever. We’re going to have to take her back to base for further inspection and treatment.”

“That all sounds great to me, but I don’t know if Razor or the pack will allow that. And how do we tell the pack to move while also abducting their future alpha female?” Florence put a hand on her chin before looking at Tasma.

“Can you try to convey to Razor that we need to take Elissa away for some time? She’s dying and we need to treat her immediately if we want her to live. But also, we need his pack to move away from this territory. There isn’t any food for them here, and they’re blocking a troop of kangaskhan from reaching their breeding grounds.” Tasma gave a sharp nod before turning to Razor. She repeated the message through a series of growls and barks. Razor did not appear pleased at the information and snarled in return before looking at Elissa. After a series of barks back and forth, Razor shot a hard look at Florence before howling. The entire Snake River pack circled up. Razor barked a series of commands to the pack before leading them off into the direction of their usual hunting grounds of the season, leaving Elissa, Madelief, and Florence behind.

“Let’s go, before he changes his mind,” Madelief said. Sending out their mounts again, Florence relayed the whole situation to the other park rangers. The two rangers rushed out of the jungle, past the troop of kangaskhan, back to their base. As soon as they reached the base, Elissa immediately went into treatment. Florence remained at the base to help the medics, but Madelief was ordered to return to the kangaskhan troop. As she rode back out, Madelief couldn’t help but worry for the small pup. Even though the kangaskhan were now safely able to reach their breeding grounds, it was not a happy day for the Snake River pack. The ranger could only hope that Elissa pulled through her treatments so that she could return one day.

Noblejanobii

02-04-2017, 07:58 PM

Today's Pokémon is…

The Boxing Pokemon, #739,

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Sirens blared loudly as three pokemon trainers sprinted through the Aether Paradise. Their breaths came quickly, knuckles White from gripping their pokeballs in preparation for the inevitable fights. It was still somewhat hard for them to believe they were even doing this.

"Intruder alert! Intruder alert! Three unauthorized trainers have been spotted in sector B. I repeat, three unauthorized trainers have been spotted in sector B. Eliminate them." Well that certainly didn't sound suspicious at all. Footsteps echoed throughout the plant as the three trainers moved through the cargo hold, avoiding detection as best they could. They had to know the truth. After the incident with the agent handling Celesteela, they needed to know if what actions they had chosen were correct, or if they had merely been manipulated.

"There they are!" a foundation employee yelled as he threw a heavy ball into the air. Out burst a magneton, immediately shooting a discharge of electricity at the trainers. The agent at point tucked and rolled out of the way, releasing a crabrawler and calling out,

"Power-up Punch, let's go!" The crabrawler shot forward with dizzying speed, striking the magneton with several punches before retreating as it collapsed. The employee stumbled back in shock at the sheer power of the agents, a heracross and swellow joining the fray and taking down their opponents with ease as well.

"Someone get Faba! And keep up the attacks!" another employee commanded. The three agents looked at one another and sighed.

"I mean, we figured this would happen, right?" The first agent, a member of the Alolan branch of the PBI, named Kokani Alana, merely shrugged as one of her fellows spoke.

"Yeah, but we can't give up! I have to know if catching UB-05, I mean… Guzzlord, was the right decision. Because if it wasn't…" Kokani didn't need to finish, as any good trainer would feel guilty for putting a pokémon in harm's way.

"It's okay, Kokani, we get it. We can do this." Kokani smiled as one of the other agents, a White Rocket from Kanto named Sawyer Dullivan, placed his hand on her shoulder for support. "Reilly and I will fight until the bitter end to know that Buzzwole is safe and sound." Sawyer's heracross buzzes his wings in agreement before using megahorn on some incoming drowsee.

"And when guys can't go on, Joey and I will be here to ensure that Phermosa and all the other Ultra Beasts are safe!" Sawyer and Kokani looked at the final agent, a member of the Hoenn Rangers named Mia Tena, and grins split between the three of them. Mia gave the other two a thumbs up before yelling, "Joey use aerial ace!" The swellow screeched before diving into the attack and taking out an accelgor.

It didn't take long to clear the path to the elevator but once they reached it they encountered another problem. The elevator required a key card to move. Sawyer motioned for the two girls to protect the elevator while he worked his magic. It was a perk for the White Rockets that you didn't get sent on high ranking missions such as an Ultra Beast catching without being able to prove yourself in another field first. Sawyer's was hacking, as it was applicable on and off the field of battle. After a few minutes, Sawyer unclipped a keycard from his belt and swiped it, then pushed a button for BF2. The guardrails popped up and the trio slowly started to descend. As the ceiling closed and the three agents were lowered into the laboratories, tension started to crawl across their skin.

"What do you think we'll find down here?" Mia asked quietly before shivering. The temperature seemed to be slowly dropping.

"Not a clue, but if they went woobat crazy over us barging in despite being military agents that have access to a place like this, they've got to be hiding us," Kokani replied. She glanced down at her partner, Rocky, as he paused for a break to regain his energy. They still had a lot of fighting ahead of them most likely so any rest was useful.

"I just don't understand what the big deal is." Mia and Kokani looked at Sawyer. He had his arms crossed and was frowning hard as he stared off the platform. "I've met Jalal before. We actually cooperated on the Giratina case. He's not the type to do something like this unless he doesn't trust the receiving end of the deal. I mean, becoming a wanted fugitive? And dragging another agent into this with him? That's crazy! But… Jalal wouldn't do it unless he had a reason. I need to give his actions justification. He can't have done this is vain!" Mia and Kokani nodded in understanding. While not every agent from the PBI or from the other forces that protected the regions knew each other, an unspoken respect was held for all agents. If the integrity of one agent was questioned, it was the duty of all the other agents to either prove their innocence or bring them to justice.

The elevator shook as it clicked into place on BF2. As the guardrail lowered, the three agents found themselves surrounded by more employees. Mai grit her teeth as she back to the center of the elevator with her fellows. They were surrounded but they were so close! If they could clear a path to the labs then they could find the truth. A high pitched laugh echoed throughout the laboratories.

"Oh my! Have our actions really warranted the inspection of three different secret agents? And just after we had gotten the Alolan police off our tails from the incident with Cosmog. Oh well, we'll just have to dispose of you." Kokani hands balled up into fists as she glared at Faba. Wasn't he supposed to be in jail? This didn't bode well at all. They needed to clear a path and fast.

"Andy use flashcannon!" A blast a silver light tore through the crowd of pokemon and employees and Mia waved to her companions. "Come on! Andy use flashcannon again!" The armaldo cried out before releasing another silver blast. Kokani and Sawyer ran towards the lab with Mia and Andy right behind them. Sawyer bent down to the lock and swiped his keycard again. The door opened and on the other side stood three scientists.

"Watch out!" Kokani yelled as she sent out a sawk. "Harold use Protect!" The sawk raised his blue hands into the air and large green bubble formed around them just in time to block an ominous wind from a froslass. "What do we do?" Kokani asked her companions. Sawyer threw a dusk ball into the air and out burst a zoroark.

"We fight. Lower the protect on my mark." The protect was holding for now but with the constant barrage from both sides, it wasn't going to hold long. Sawyer looked at his zoroark and nodded. "Ace, when the protect is lowered use snarl and make it as powerful as you can. Reilly, use silver wind at the same time." Sawyer waited in silence for a few more beats before yelling, "Now!" The protect was dropped and a combo snarl silver wind ripped through the compound, knocking back and dazing their opponents. "Go go!" The three agents and their pokemon took off deeper into the lab, Sawyer swiping his keycard to open the first door then diving inside. He began to type on the holo computer at the edge of the room but the security was high grade, as to be expected. Still, it would take longer than they had time for to hack.

"Uh guys." Sawyer and Kokani looked up from their tasks to see Mia next to a switch. She pointed to the ceiling. The three agents looked above them to see the ceiling retracted and above them what could only be described as a torture chamber.

"Dear Arceus," Kokani muttered as she stared at the horrifying sight. All the Ultra Beasts they had captured were chained up and being experimented on from the looks of it. "Guzzlord, no… how could I let this happen to you!" Kokani watched as one of its mouth heads was cut off only to regrow moments later. Still, it was obviously in agony, the cries of all the Ultra Beasts echoing in the agents' ears.

"We need to tell someone about this," Sawyer said as he snapped photos with his pokegear. "It wasn't just Lusamine, this whole corporation is nuts!"

"Oh so you've found the experiment chambers. Pity. Now we really can't have you leave. Oh well, we were in need of new test subjects anyway." Sawyer started to spin around only to have a vine wrap around him as well as the other two agents. A shock entered their bodies, heat burning their every nerve as their assailant attacked with a venoshock. They collapsed, all unconscious, Faba's deranged laughter echoing throughout the room.

Noblejanobii

02-05-2017, 02:05 PM

Today's Pokemon is...

The Generator Pokemon, #695, Heliolisk!

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Sorry for not writing new stories lately, I've been working on a SUPER SECRET project. Once I finish that then I'll be able to work on these more. I already have ideas for some of them too.

Jalal groaned as his mind began to return to clarity. He raised his hand to his forehead and opened his eyes. His surroundings were fussy, he couldn't make out much. Where was he? There was a lot of green. Was he in a forest?

"Ahh, so you've finally decided to awaken. I was worried you'd soon depart from the land of the living." Jalal's vision started to focus as he sat up a little. He looked around, trying to locate the source of the voice, but all he could see was a Noctowl. Who had spoken to him?

"Well it seems I've finally gone crazy. I'm hearing voices," Jalal mumbled to himself. He sat all the way up and crossed his legs. Jalal shivered in the breeze and started to observe his surroundings when he looked back down at his legs. Last he had checked they hadn't been thin and yellow with black feet. Was this a dream? It had to be a dream. Or he really was losing it.

"You seem confused, young one. It's natural. You've been unconscious for several days after falling out of the sky. I can assure you though, you are not hearing voices." Jalal looked up as the Noctowl walked up next to him. "Now, let's see what all you can remember. What's your name?" Jalal stared wide eyed at the Noctowl.

"There's a Noctowl talking to me. They can't do that. Pokemon can't talk. I really am going crazy." The Noctowl watch Jalal carefully for a moment before smiling.

"Let me guess, you're a human aren't you?" Jalal's shocked expression said it all. "No need to be surprised. I've meant another human who was a similar case. Allow me to inform you that where you are currently has no humans, only Pokemon. The only way for humans to enter is to become Pokemon. It is a sanctuary for us, if you will. Why you have been sent here, I do not know. But just know, humans are regarded as deities here, so unless you want to attract attention to yourself, I suggest acting like a normal Heliolisk." Jalal blinked a few times before looking down at his hands.

Everything suddenly came flooding back. That's right! He was on he run with Dylan and Celesteela! And that girl's… whatever Pokemon it was had teleported them to safety. So how had he ended up here? And where was Dylan? Jalal put a hand to his head. This was a lot to take in but with everything that had happened in the past few days he wasn't that surprised by it. Why not? It was much easier to get a roll on things if you just accepted them and then move past it.

Jalal stood up and looked over himself. Okay, so he was a heliolisk. Good, it was a Pokémon he was semi-familiar with. So, then, he needed to make a plan. Maybe this Noctowl could help. He turned and extended his hand.

"Sorry, you understand this is a bit much to take in right away. But I think I'm okay for now. My name's Jalal. You said you found me here after falling from the sky a few days ago? Do you know how to get back?" The Noctowl observed Jalal, his expression unreadable as he thought over his response carefully.

"They call me Nameless Noctowl. I am the guardian of this forest and the treasure within it along with my son, Mono." At the name drop, a grovyle slowly moved into view from behind the buses where he had blended in. Mono watched Jalal curiously with a glint of suspicion in his eyes as Nameless Noctowl continued. "We found you unconscious on the ground not too far from the forest. It is not the first time this has happened, so we knew exactly the circumstances of your situation. However, humans have not arrived in many years, not since the war. As a result, I highly suggest lying low for now. I can take you to a pokemon that may be able to help you, but he is the only other one to know of your true identity, understand?” Jalal nodded quickly. Nameless Noctowl looked to his son and gestured with his wing. “Take Jalal to town, I will remain to guard the Time Gear.” Mono nodded and stepped forward, gesturing for Jalal to follow him. Jalal ran after him as quickly as possible, still adjusting to this body, but starting to get used to it.

“So you’re a human,” Mono started as they walked through the forest.

“Yes, I am. I was a secret agent during my time as a human,” Jalal replied, seeing no harm in divulging this information. Mono glanced at him, his yellow eyes following Jalal’s every movement.

“My my, quite accomplished, I presume. Knowing this is quite amusing, see how much grace you lack right now just by walking. I hope you manage to learn by the time we reach town.” Jalal growled in annoyance and was about to respond when an armaldo burst through the trees. Mono reacted immediately, extending the leaves on his arms into blades. “Run, Jalal! I’ll distract it! Head straight and you’ll run into a town. Ask around for Detective Knash! He can help you!” Mono charged at the Armaldo and slashed across its face with a leaf blade. Jalal didn’t wait for any further explanation and took off in as best of a run as he could. Having a tail did not make it easy for him to balance, so Jalal stumbled around a lot as he ran, but he finally managed to break out of the forest. He could hear the distinct buzzing of beedrill behind him and decided now was not a good time to stop.

Jalal sprinted down the woodland path leading to town before tripping on his own tail and tumbling down the hillside. He finally stopped at the bottom of the hill, and sighed in relief, only for the buzzing to grown louder. Well now was the time to run. Jalal pushed himself up and started his race up again. It wasn’t long when he entered the town, beedrill in hot pursuit.

“Watch out!” someone shouted. Jalal saw a rattata in a black trenchcoat racing towards him. The rattata ducked and burst into flames, striking the pursuing beedrill with flame wheel. Jalal sighed with an even heavier relief and approached the rattata.

“Thank you,” he said, “I greatly appreciate your help.” The rattata brushed himself off and eyed Jalal curiously.

“You are very welcome, though I don’t doubt you could have handled them yourself if you had chosen to engage them. Still, I am always here to help a pokemon in need.” He paused then extended his paw. “My name is Detective Knash, pleasure to make your acquaintance.” Jalal couldn’t believe his luck. It was finally starting to turn around! This was the guy they had told him to meet after all. Jalal extended his reptilian hand and shook Detective Knash’s paw.

“The pleasure is all mine. My name is Jalal. I have been sent to seek you out per the orders of Nameless Noctowl.” Detective Knash’s eyes widened and he quickly motioned for Jalal to follow him.

“I see. This explains a lot. Please, follow me, there’s much we have to discuss.”

Noblejanobii

02-06-2017, 05:00 PM

Today's Pokemon is...

The Owl Pokemon, #164, Noctowl!

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A young noctowl walked down the street, leaving the woods after a long day of dungeon crawling. As he strolled up the path, he noticed a large building in the shape of an umbreon’s head and sighed. It had been almost a decade since the leaders of the rescue team that lived there had disappeared. While auxiliary members had taken over and ran the team very effectively, the area had never been quite the same. While having humans turn into pokemon was relatively unheard of, rumors had always said there were many among them that simply stayed hidden well. And while this noctowl was not one of them, he had been lucky enough to meet one of the ones that had failed to stay hidden.

Her name was Luna, Luna the umbreon. He had met her when he was just a hoothoot, and she was simply an eevee. She and her partner, Neva the Charmander, had rescued him from Sinister Forest, and instilled in him the confidence he needed to become a rescuer himself. He had trained rigorously after that, sometimes needing aid from others to save him when he went too deep in, but he saw how Luna and Neva never gave up, even when faced with the legendary bird, Zapdos.

When Luna was revealed to be human, the small hoothoot had not been sure what to feel, but following her fleeing, he had been one of the first to jump to her defense. He knew such a sweet girl could not mean any harm to his world. And he had been right. She went on to save the world and accomplish even greater feats. But then, one stormy night, Luna, Neva, Savior, and Dive had all disappeared. While no calamity had struck since, life was never quite the same.

Life had moved on without her, and now ten years had passed. There was no disguising how much an impact that Team Friendship had made on this noctowl’s life, and he had to wonder if he would die with the one regret of never being able to repay them. Shaking his head, the noctowl continued on his way, walking through Pokemon Square towards Whiscash Pond. Flapping his large brown wings, he flew over to the forests above. Landing amongst the trees, he walked into the heart of the forest, where his nest lay.

The noctowl took off his bag as he approached his nest, and a small head poked out as the sound of his approach. A baby treecko smiled and waved his arms at the noctowl. The noctowl extended his wing and pat the treecko on his head. He dumped his bag into the nest and scattered about the different toys for the child to play with. The baby treecko immediately latched onto a blue ball and began to roll around with it. The noctowl began to busy himself with putting away the items that the baby could not play with or that he would need for rescues later. As he sifted through the contents, a soft blue glow caught his eye. The noctowl approached his bag and lifted it. Looking inside, his red eyes locked onto a small glowing gear that looked like it belonged to a clock. Perplexed, the noctowl reached inside and touched the gear.

Instantly the noctowl’s surroundings went bright white, and the noctowl found himself face to face with two gods. He bowed to them, feeling unworthy to be in the presence of the rulers of time, Dialga and Celebi. He felt a tap on his shoulder and looked up to see Celebi smiling at him.

“RECIPIENT OF THE TIME GEAR,” a booming voice echoed, “YOU HAVE BEEN CHOSEN AS THE FIRST GUARDIAN OF TIME ITSELF. ONE DAY IN THE FUTURE, TIME WILL BE IN GRAVE DANGER. AS A RESULT, CELEBI AND I HAVE SPLIT OUR SOULS AND PLACED THEM INTO THESE GEARS IN HOPES IT WILL MAINTAIN THE BALANCE LONG ENOUGH FOR THE PROPHECY OF XATU TO COME TO PASS.” Celebi quickly interrupted,

“You do know of the prophecy, correct?” The prophecy of Xatu? Everyone in the entire world knew of it! Shortly before his passing, the great seer, Xatu, had given one last prophecy, professing the return of Luna and the others, as well as the arrival of more humans. But before all the details could be sorted out, the man passed, leaving the world with more questions than answers. The noctowl nodded quickly and looked back to Dialga.

“YOUR JOB AS GUARDIAN IS TO PROTECT THE TIME GEAR. NO DOUBT ONCE WORD SPREADS OF THEIR EXISTENCE, THIEVES WILL COME SEEKING THEIR POWER. YOU CANNOT ALLOW THAT. ONLY ONE INDIVIDUAL CAN TAKE THE TIME GEAR FROM THIS FOREST, AN INDIVIDUAL WHO HAS SEEN THE FUTURE AND IS WILLING TO GIVE UP EVERYTHING IN ORDER TO CHANGE IT. I CANNOT DISCLOSE THEIR IDENTITY, BUT YOU WILL KNOW THEM WHEN YOU SEE THEM.” That was very mysterious, but from the sounds of it, did that mean Luna was possibly in the future? Was she the one that he was to give the Time Gear to? “DO YOU ACCEPT?” The noctowl put a wing to his beak and thought on this.

This was his chance. Beyond raising the young treecko orphan, the noctowl had never really felt like he had been given a purpose in life. Yet, he had always wanted to repay Team Friendship for everything they had done for him. This was his chance to repay them. Yes, he would do it. He would help Team Friendship fulfill Xatu’s prophecy! The noctowl once again gave a sharp nod and placed his right wind in a salute.

“It would be my honor,” he replied softly. Celebi gave him another soft smile and nodded a little.

“Thank you, may Arceus bless you and your companion with fulfillment and safety.” And with that, he was back in the forest. The noctowl still had his wing in the bag, feathers wrapped around the Time Gear. Removing his wing, the noctowl closed the bag and looked at the baby treecko. He walked over to the child and showed him the Time Gear.

“Do you see this?” he asked, “This is a Time Gear. And it is my duty to protect it.” The child looked at the object with wonderment in his eyes. “One day, it will be your duty as well, until the one who has seen the future and is willing to give up everything in order to change it comes to claim it.”

And thus began the reign of the first guardian of the Treeshroud Forest guardian, the Nameless Noctowl.

Noblejanobii

02-08-2017, 03:26 PM

Today's Pokemon is...

The Land Spirit Pokemon, #785, Tapu Koko!

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So I've done my Bruxish and Noctowl stories! Ferrothorn's story is in the works but who knows when I'll get that done.

02-09-2017, 05:56 AM

Yo yo,
Shockin you like Tapu Koko

Fo sho tho
Gettin real on the mix with Po Go

It's ded yo,
Aint got another thing to show fo

Break it down tho,
Make it real and mix up yo flow

Killin with the sedetives
Everything is repetitive
They try to make a sucka bleed
But all they get is negative
It's cynical,
My lyrics are so clinical,
Pivotal,
Wishin for a chance, see
But all i get is missingno

Rain, It's drivin me insane, sane
Pain, but everything's the same, same
Dittos everywhere i go, tho
Nidos, crowning me like a Ho, oh!
I know! They way i see it go! Goat!
No! Don't show! Bring it back and take it real slow!
Tho, let's go, I'm gonna stop before i trip it low
So, you know, who's the king and who's runnin the show

Noblejanobii

02-09-2017, 08:29 PM

Today's Pokemon is...

The Scratch Cat Pokemon, #052, Meowth!

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Noblejanobii

02-11-2017, 06:58 PM

Today's Pokémon is…

The Spiky Nut Pokemon, #650, Chespin!

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Noblejanobii

02-15-2017, 12:36 AM

Today's Pokemon is...

The Savage Pokemon, #318, Carvanha!

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Noblejanobii

02-15-2017, 12:36 AM

Today's Pokemon is...

The Soloist Pokemon, #730, Primarina!

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Damien Martel sighed as he sat down on a bench in the middle of Castelia City. His partner, Daikenki the samurott, sat down on the ground behind the bench, watching his friend closely. Damien’s attention was on a large screen on one of the buildings in the city. The Alola Popstar sensation, Kamiki, was in town. Damien had been a long time fan since first discovering her music, but when she finally toured outside of Alola, Damien had been unable to acquire a ticket. He had even traveled all the way from Humilau City just on the slim chance that there would be someone selling tickets on the streets. But, no dice.

Damien let out another long sigh and looked over his shoulder at his partner. Daikenki looked at disappointed as he did. Damien couldn’t blame him. Daikenki had been a dewott at the time, several years before. Damien had been going through a rough patch in life. His girlfriend had just left him after openly admitting she had been cheating on him, and then his brother was hospitalized after going into town to buy something to cheer Damien up and then being hit by a car. Damien had begun to think he was useless at the time, but just when his life was to be permanently sunk into darkness, Damien had discovered Kamiki. He wanted to pay her back now, for everything she did for him, even if she never realized she had done it in the first place. But that dream was starting to seem impossible to realize now.

“Come on, Daikenki, let’s see if we can catch the next ferry back to Humilau City. There’s no use waiting now. The concert’s probably over by now.” Daikenki stood up and nudged Damien with his snout. Damien smiled just a little and pat Daikenki’s nose. “I’m fine. Maybe next time she comes to Unova. Yeah?” Damien stood up and brushed off his blue jeans. Damien paused as he stared at his Kamiki themed shirt, the black and blue shirt being one of his favorites. Shrugging off his sadness, he and Daikenki began to walk towards the docks in Castelia. A cold breeze blew and Damien shivered, causing him to zip up his jacket. Approaching an intersection to cross to the docks. Damien tapped his foot a little as he waited and glanced to his left as he waited for the light to change. He saw a girl crossing the street out of the corner of his eye, and turned a little more.

She seemed so enamored with the big city, staring up at the skyline all around her. It was fascinating to watch, but the scene was quickly shattered when a car barreled through the intersection and turned suddenly. Damien reacted on instinct, running into the crosswalk and tackling the girl. The two tumbled to the sidewalk on the other side, Damien landing on top of the girl. People crowded around them, asking too many questions that Damien had a hard time hearing. His head was still spinning but Damien rolled off the stranger, not wanting to seem like a creep. Someone helped him stand up, Daikenki suddenly appearing by his side to help balance him. As Damien regained his senses, someone else helped the girl up.

“Are you okay?” he asked as the girl placed her hand on her head.

“Yes! I’m sorry I was not watching where I was going,” she replied, the vowels in her words sounding a bit over enunciated from her obvious Alolan accent. She quickly waved off everyone around her. “I’m fine, thank you, everyone. I appreciate your kindness!” The crowd moved on, but Damien remained where he was. Something about this young woman seemed oddly familiar. Damien couldn’t get a grasp on it, staring at her. Her face was mostly covered by her hoodie, the jacket zipped up to cover her nose and mouth. The only things Damien could see were her brilliant green eyes, her jet black hair, and her dark Alolan skin. She stared at the skyline again before noticing Damien had not moved on. She seemed a bit concerned. “A-Are you okay? Do you want payment for saving me? I can pay you or-”

“Oh no no! Nothing of the sort. You just… remind me of someone but I cannot place who.” This seemed to alarm the girl a bit more and she laughed a little nervously.

“Well it was a pleasure speaking with you. Thank you for saving me. Alola!” She quickly dashed off but Damien wasn’t about to let her go so easily.

“H-Hey! Wait a minute!” Damien reached out and grabbed hold of the girl’s arm. “You’re new to Castelia City, aren’t you?” Confusion showed in the girl’s eyes and she nodded slowly.

“How did you guess?” she asked quietly. Damien shrugged a little and gestured upward as he spoke.

“I could tell from the way you seem fascinated with the big city and how you weren’t watching for the traffic. It’s a mistake people who are new to the city make often. I did a lot when I was younger too.” Damien paused for a second then asked, “Would you like a tour since this is your first time? Or is there a specific place you’re looking for?” The girl paused, her green eyes reflecting the lights of the busy city as she pondered over Damien’s proposal. Finally, she nodded.

“Yes, that would be nice. I only get tonight to explore. I’m leaving tomorrow for Kalos so a tour would be nice!” She giggled a little then asked, “Uh… if you don’t mind… can you show me where they sell Castelia Cones? I’ve had some before but never from Castelia and I’ve heard the knock offs don’t do the originals justice.” Damien broke into a wide smile.

“You’ve heard correct! Come on, it’s on Mode Street!” Damien started off then paused and held out his hand. “My name’s Damien, what’s yours?” The girl looked down at Damien’s hand. She tentatively took it and shook it before answering,

“My friends call me Kiki!” Damien took Kiki’s hand and kissed it gently.

“Well it’s a pleasure to meet you, Kiki. Now come on, they only sell for a limited time!” Damien pulled Kiki along as they ran parallel to the docks. It wasn’t long before they reached Mode Street. Damien led Kiki into the line and began to fish out his wallet. He looked at Kiki as they waited. “How many do you want?”

“U-Uh… two please. But you don’t have to pay! I have money!” Damien waved off her comment.

“I brought a lot of money that ended up not being useful. At least now I’m putting it to good use!” Kiki seemed intrigued at the declaration but did not protest as Damien purchased four Castelia Cones. He led Kiki over to a bench where Daikenki was waiting. Damien held out one cone to his Samurott. The water type starter growled in happiness and took the cone. Damien looked back to Kiki to see her sending out a primarina. The soloist pokémon giggled a little at the stares from Damien and Daikenki. She took the Castelia Cone then motioned for Kiki to turn around. Kiki looked over her shoulder and glanced down sheepishly at the stares.

“A-Ah! Sorry you don't mind if Carlotta eats with us, do you?” she asked quietly. Damien quickly shook his head.

“Not at all. I've just never seen a primarina in person before. So you are from Alola then?” Damien asked as he sat down on the bench. Kiki sat down next to him and nodded a little.

“I grew up on Akala Island, the one with all the resorts on it. Carlotta has been my partner since I started my island trials when I was eleven.” Damien gave her a confused look causing Kiki to continue. “In Alola we don't have gyms we have island trials and Kahuna battles. You take it on when you're eleven and get to travel across various islands if you beat your island’s kahuna. I beat her but with Carlotta as my partner I had somewhat of an advantage.”

“So did you complete the trial?” Damien asked. Kiki shook her head.

“I got caught up in other things. I hope to one day be able to go back and complete it. I just needed to complete Poni Island’s trials. They're the most difficult though.” Kiki looked at Damien. “What about you? Have you taken on any gyms?” Damien nodded and dug into his pocket. He produced a small black case and opened it. Inside were two badges.

“I haven't gotten as far as you but I don't travel as much either. I've only gotten the Insect Badge and the Wave Badge, and that's because I've lived in the cities where the gyms are.” Damien smiled a bit. “Once I get enough money though I plan to take on the rest of the gyms! I'm not a strong enough trainer yet to survive on that alone so I have a part time job as a lifeguard and teaching kids how to swim back home.”

“Oh! So you're not from Castelia City then? You're so familiar with the city I just assumed…” Damien took a bite of his Castelia Cone and shook his head.

“I was born and lived her until I was twelve. Then I moved to Humilau City, on Unova’s east coast. Lots of water there and it's a nice city.” Damien looked up to see Kiki’s green eyes sparkling. He paused then asked, “I'm guessing you want to visit sometime?”

“It sounds like a little slice of Alola in Unova. It would be nice to see.” Damien chuckled and took another bite of his Castelia Cone.

“Well next time you're in Unova do come visit! I'll give you a tour and free surfing lessons.” Kiki lightly hit Damien’s shoulder.

“I can surf!” she protested, “I bet the waves are much more wild in Alola than here.” Damien mocked offense.

“How dare you! My city prides itself on its magnificent waves. I will not stand for this injustice.” The two quickly dissolved into laughter as they finished their Castelia Cones. Damien stood up and held his hand out to Kiki. “Anywhere else you want to stop by?” Kiki dug her toe into the ground as she remained on the bench.

“Hm… I heard there's an art museum, would that be all right?” Damien gave Kiki an affirming smile.

“Yes of course! It's just down the street.” Kiki took Damien’s hand followed him down the street, their partners close behind. Damien led Kiki into the free-admission museum. Kiki looked around excitedly at the pieces of art, some showing the tales of the legendary dragons, others of the Swords of Justice, and some being amateur artwork. Burgh’s work was featured as well but that was further inside the gallery.

“These are so beautiful,” Kiki whispered as they observed each painting. “What are these pokémon?” Damien looked up at the paintings telling the stories of the Twin Dragon Kings.

“These are the Great Dragons of Unova. Long ago, Unova was ruled by two kings,” Damien said, gesturing to the corresponding painting. “One was always cloaked in white and the other in black. They were fair and just rulers, one that valued truth and one that valued ideals. For many years, the land of Unova prospered under their rule, the blessing of the Original Dragon helping guide them. But, then one day, a debate arose between the two as to the role of pokémon in their world. The King of Truths declared all pokémon should be released, because they were being taken advantage of and not treated as equals. The King of Ideals countered that they were being treated as equals, that many viewed them as friends, family, and partners. For the first time in their reign, the kings could not agree, and their debate turned into a full fledged war. The land of Unova was soon covered in flames and lives were being put out left and right. Seeing that neither side of the war was winning, both kings plead their cases to the Original Dragon. The Original Dragon, unable to decide which side was right and which was wrong, split its soul into three parts. Using portions of the souls of the kings and merging them with the fractions of the soul of the Original Dragon, the Great Dragons known as Reshiram, Zekrom, and Kyurem were born. Reshiram stood behind the king that represented truth and Zekrom behind the king that represented ideals. However, the two kings were overwhelmed with power, as they were empathetically linked with Reshiram and Zekrom. Raging out of control, they began to attack each other, and their own armies. What were once two enemy factions now banded together to fit the kings and their new dragons. Eventually, the sons of the two kings killed their fathers, and the great sages of the land sealed away Reshiram and Zekrom in the Light and Dark stones, respectively. Slowly, peace began to settle across Unova, and the land began to recover under the rule of the sons and the remanent of the Original Dragon, Kyurem. However, the seal was not as strong on the stones as the sages had thought, and so twenty years later, the dragon escaped. Still filled with fury of the now dead brother kings, the two dragons began to wreak havoc across the land once again. The two sons and Kyurem rose up to challenge the dragons again, but the dragons proved to be more powerful than before, their anger fueling them into an uncontrollable rampage. While Zekrom was sealed with relative ease, Reshiram supposedly put up a fight, mortally wounding the son of the King of Truth. With his dying breath, the son sealed the dragon of his father and then passed. Fraught with grief, the son of the King of Ideals disappeared from Unova. Legend has it that he hid away the stones so that the power of the Great Dragons could never be used for selfish reasons ever again and then faded away into history, with his final resting place supposedly being guarded by Kyurem itself.” Damien looked away from a painting of Kyurem in the and looked at Kiki. She was watching him with wide eyes, fascinated by his story. Damien flushed a little and chuckled nervously. “You like the story I assume?” he asked. Kiki nodded quickly.

“We don’t have stories like this in Alola. Just tales of the Tapus but they aren’t near as fascinating. Right, Carlotta?” Her primarina nodded her head a little before gesturing one of her fins towards a painting of the Swords of Justice. “You want to hear about them?” Damien turned around and smiled a little.

“Oh I know this one pretty well too. It’s one of Daikenki’s favorites! Right?” The samurott growled in agreement. Damien closed his eyes then gestured to the first painting, a portrait of Cobalion, Virizion, and Terrakion on a hill overlooking a forest. “Following the events of the first Great Unova War, many of the lands had been scarred forever. Mountains crushed, fields scorched, and forest shredded. Most of the land across Unova was unusable and people and pokémon alike were starving. People began to believe it would be the end of civilization, when one day three pokemon that became known as the Swords of Justice appeared. Virizion, the stag in green, restored the forests and fields, breathing life into them again and returning the homes of people and pokémon alike to their former glory. Terrakion, the bull of stone, reformed the mountains and made them even greater than before, creating passages in them for easier travel and trade between cities. Cobalion, the steel leader, helped return people and pokémon to their homes as well as return health to those who were injured. They were hailed as heroes amongst the people, and worshipped for many years to come. They even aided in the recovery of the second war as well, furthering their legacy. However, following the disappearance of the remaining son, war began to break out again across Unova. People sought the opinions of the Swords of Justice as to who they would pick as a leader. After searching far and wide, the three musketeers found someone they thought was best suited to rule, a man by the name of D'artagnan. At first, he was celebrated, but many were not satisfied with the selection, fearing that, just as the Original Dragon had caused the first two wars, the Swords of Justice would cause a third. And so, D'artagnan was attacked not long into his rule. The Swords of Justice were devastated and in a last ditch effort to save him, used their power to turn him into one of them, a pokémon that became known as Keldeo. Feeling betrayed by the very people that had spent many years trying to save, and when Unova needed them most, the Swords of Justice vanished. They were only ever seen again protecting pokémon in the war that following the attempt on D'artagnan’s life. Legend has it that you can still hear their cries in certain locations across Unova, and there are still sightings of them to this day.” Damien noticed at the end of this section of the gallery, there was a small photo at the end of the wall. He approached it and gasped quietly.

“What is it?” Kiki asked as she approached. Her eyes widened at the sight. It was the one Damien called Cobalion, perched on a hill, staring up into the sky. Damien recognized the location as being near Chargestone Cave, but to have actual photographic evidence of its existence was amazing. “Wow,” she whispered, “your region is so amazing.” She glanced off to the side and tugged on Damien’s arm. “I-I’m sorry… but it’s almost time for me to leave. I have one last request, if you’ll adhere to it.” Damien looked at the clock as well. It was nearly midnight! Where had the time gone?

“Of course, what else do you wish to see?” Kiki looked towards the street outside.

“As beautiful as Castelia City is, I didn’t see much greenery around here. Is there a park or something out here?” Damien frowned a little. This was going to be a bit hard to explain.

“Not… officially. There is one in the center of the city, but it’s mostly inaccessible because it’s underground. There is a way in, if you don’t mind getting dirty.” Kiki agreed to it and the two exited the museum. A few minutes later they were out by the docks again. Returning their partners to their pokeballs, Damien led Kiki into the sewers. It reeked but it was worth it if Kiki got to see this special sight. Few outside of Castelia natives knew the way to it, but it was a famous spot nonetheless. Leading Kiki through the maze that he still remembered by heart from almost a decade before, Damien led Kiki to a set of stairs far inside the sewers. “Stay close,” he warned as he kept a tight grip on her hand. Leading her up the stairs, light assaulted his eyes and made him squint reflexively. As they entered the secluded area, just a little bit of light could be seen entering from a manhole above the city. Kiki gasped loudly at the sight.

Underneath the city of Castelia lay a garden, a secluded park that was a common hangout for the natives. In the center was a tall tree that was home to many pokemon, including wild Eevee, one of the few locations of its kind. In addition, flowers bloomed everywhere. Kiki wandered closer to the tree then looked back at Damien.

“Is it okay for me to send out my partners?” Damien gave the nod as Kiki threw two pokeballs into the air. He unzipped and took off his jacket, the heat of the sewers starting to get to him. Did she always only carry two pokémon? Maybe the rest were just in the PC. Out of red light came Carlotta, the primarina looking around with a starry gaze of awe. The other pokemon was one Damien had never seen before. It was a dark blue and purple with a yellow ring around it. Two clouds seemed to float above it, and it had blue cheeks with yellow eyes. It was extremely small, and upon spotting Damien, it immediately fled behind Kiki’s legs.

“It’s okay, Rosette! This is Damien, he means us no harm. He brought me here.” Kiki looked at Damien for a second before her expression seemed to fall. Damien was perplexed, unsure what he had done to upset Kiki.

“Are you okay, Kiki? Is it the smell? Yeah it’s not the best. I’m used to it but I sometimes forget not everyone is when it’s their first time here. Happened to a lot of people when they first visited back when I lived her.” That didn’t seem to help. Kiki took one last look at the tree then started to walk towards the exit.

“Thank you for the tour,” she said, “but I really must be going.” Damien stepped towards her and reached for Kiki’s arm.

“Well at least let me guide you back so you don’t get lost.” Kiki slapped away Damien’s hand and glared at him.

“I’ll be fine on my own. Just leave me alone.” Now Damien was really confused. Was it something he had said?

“H-Hey! Wait a second!” Normally Damien wasn’t prone to being so forceful, but the sewers could be a very dangerous place if you got lost. Kiki needed a guide back desperately. “Kiki, please, tell me what’s wrong!” he protested, grabbing hold of Kiki’s arm. Kiki wrenched her arm from Damien’s grip and snarled at him,

“You only did this for me because you wanted my autograph or something didn’t you? Wanted a picture with me in the famous Castelia secret garden? Yeah? I can’t believe I thought you were being genuine for a while there! You really had me, Damien, you really did! But it was all just a ruse. I’m no idiot, Damien! No one makes a fool of Kamiki Palakiko! Especially not cheap bottom feeders like you. Not again.” Damien’s eyes widened in surprise. He quickly looked down at his shirt and then at the girl before him. How had he not seen it before? It was her! The Alolan superstar, Kamiki, had been touring Castelia City the whole night with him! Now he understood.

There had been an incident a few years back of a fan taking advantage of Kamiki’s trust. While nothing confirmed had been released about the incident, there had been rumors, and none of them were pretty. Ever since then, Kamiki was nowhere near as friendly or social with her friends. She still took photos, signed autographs, and visited fan fests, but no longer did she do favors for fans. Beyond the limited interactions, Kamiki never visited the social spotlight.

“Kiki,” Damien started, “I’m sorry. Please, don’t see me as that way. I know that I can’t convince you what I’m about to say is true, but… well to be candid, I didn’t recognize you. It’s actually quite shameful since I consider myself a big fan of yours but without all the stage makeup and fancy outfits, it never occurred to me who you were. I just saw a girl looking for a tour of Castelia City, one that I was happy to provide. My day hadn’t gone so well, and I didn’t want yours to follow the same path, so I was willing to do whatever I could for you. I’m sorry that it seems that I failed in that aspect. All I’ve ever wanted to do is thank you. Your music got me through one of the roughest parts of my life, and even though you’re mad at me, I can only hope my tour was a thank you enough for everything you’ve done for me. I understand if you’re still mad, and even if you are, please, let me at least guide you through the sewers. It can be dangerous to navigate them alone, without a map. After we exit, we can go our separate ways. You never have to see me again. I don’t even have to visit one of your concerts if that is what you wish. Just… please Kiki, let me guide you out.”

Something in Kamiki’s expression relaxed. Damien seemed very genuine in his apology. Was it true? Had he really not known? Her eyebrows drew together. She remembered the comment he had made at the Castelia Cone stand and put it together with the bad day comment. Had he been trying to attend her concert and not been able to get in? Kamiki felt her anger slowly ebbing away as Damien continued his apology. It was a bit cliché, but Kamiki found she could no longer muster the energy to be mad at the young man. He had just been trying to give Kamiki the day of her life, not trick her into some selfish desire. She thought about the smile and sparkle in his blue eyes throughout the night, neither of which were present right now, and reached out to Damien. She touched his hand and offered a small smile.

“I believe you,” she answered after a moment, “I should be the one apologizing. I should not have doubted you. I just… saw your shirt and assumed the worst.” Damien’s expression indicated his understanding. “Please, Damien, forgive me. I had such a great time. I’m guessing you weren’t able to make it to my concert tonight, which is why you went out of your way to make my day.” Damien gave a small nod. Kamiki thought it over for a few minutes before saying, “There’s not much I can do. My flight leaves for Sinnoh tomorrow. I’m assuming you have to get home as soon as you can. But… maybe I can make a surprise stop in Humilau City on my way back to Alola?” Something in Damien’s expression brightened and he grinned.

“You would do that?” he asked, the excitement emanating from his voice.

“Of course! My manager may not be too happy, but we can visit, maybe do a quick concert, and then we’ll take you to Alola.” Damien’s expression quickly changed to surprise.

“Alola?” he repeated. Was she proposing to bring him to Alola?

“Yes, silly!” Kamiki replied with a giggle. “I have to return the favor for this tour after all! Plus the tour you’re going to have to give me in Humilau City! And I need to see you that the waves in Alola are so much better than the ones here.” Damien couldn’t believe it. He dearly hoped this wasn’t a dream.

Thus, with their conflict resolved, the two exited the sewers and reentered Castelia City. They walked back towards the intersection where they had first met, talking and enjoying what little time of each other’s company they had left. And as they approached the corner of their fateful tumble, a man called out to Kiki. Damien recognized him to be Kamiki’s manager. Before Damien could say goodbye, Kiki leaned up and kissed Damien’s cheek, pressing something into his hand, then dashing off towards her manager. They disappeared into the crowd, leaving behind a frozen Damien. After a moment, he slowly recovered and looked down at his hand. In it was a piece of paper with a phone number scribbled on it and the word “Alola!”

A little love story for Valentine's Day!

Noblejanobii

02-15-2017, 11:20 PM

Today's Pokemon is...

The Bird Pokemon, #017, Pidgeotto!

http://pa1.narvii.com/5852/1a092cb16c297721b52d06c5c7261a03457df6bb_hq.gif

Noblejanobii

02-17-2017, 08:02 PM

Today's Pokemon is...

The Hard Scale Pokemon, #768, Golisopod!

http://i0.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/newsfeed/001/191/342/598.gif

Noblejanobii

02-17-2017, 08:03 PM

Today's Pokemon is...

The Lightning Pokemon, #135, Jolteon!

http://iforo.3djuegos.com/files_foros/dl/dl1_play.gif

Also if you guys haven't yet you should check out my valentine's themed Primarina story. Some of those characters will be appearing as I catch up with other stories. You can see them all in canon chronological order on my Deviantart here (http://writerraven.deviantart.com/gallery/55237976/Daily-Pokemon-Stories). I bring this up because my Ferrothorn story will actually be taking place after my Bruxish story canon wise.

Noblejanobii

02-20-2017, 05:30 PM

Today's Pokemon are...

The Leaf and Herb Pokemon, #152-154, Chikorita, Bayleef, and Meganium!

https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kOkKbonGLIY/VyDlsMK4rxI/AAAAAAAACpQ/nvkqqEPWMwsvB5nbcmZ_OptwDJGMoawVwCLcB/s1600/tumblr_mbwpy0kXjl1qmxcsxo1_1280.png

Noblejanobii

02-22-2017, 10:01 PM

Today's Pokemon is...

The Lightning Pokemon, #309, Electrike!

http://media.tumblr.com/d2d5b413c0e928a8a6c274e05b656c61/tumblr_inline_mxwp3chwiA1qm3kyp.gif

02-22-2017, 10:06 PM

Coulda swore i posted this stuff.

Guzmapod poem

Golisopod is ma boi fam
Rock the box and he'll go ham
Tricky little brittle skittle and he aint no sham
Scorch yo return like his name is Pam

ELECTRIC TERRAIN

Shockingly intellectual
Sendin rappers the clinical
Turnin the terrain into something near impeccable
It's electrical
How my architecural bolts send the fakes and the dolts,
To the morgue with the jolts
Put on blast like a colt
With a smolt and im back
Like a lightning attack
And that's over

Elektrike Pokem.

Elektrike, so fast like a jolt
Blazing through like his name is Usain Bolt
His volts shall strike a thrill
In trainers, with happiness he hopes to fill

Gef

02-25-2017, 12:13 AM

For the 22nd:

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The ravine looked idyllic from a distance, fertile and green and gushing with water; it surged with the bountiful life of nature and the liveliness of young Trainers intertwined about the waterfall. The tropical Hoenn heat made them all lethargic, and for the first time in ages it had decided not to rain here, so, saccharine-faced and streaked with sweat, they released their partners with the intention of battle for once removed firmly from their minds. The bravest tipped slowly down rocky slopes to join Marill and Makuhita splashing carelessly in the water. The shiest stayed onshore, giggling as their navigators gushed with poppy hits befitting of the summertime. In this region, you could feel the splendor of the beach anywhere.

Of course, the rangers were not positioned at the highest probable point on Route 119 to trust the railings and occasional sign of warning. They were stoic in spite of the sun; they could not afford to be anything else, less they lose sight of someone, for accidents were instantaneous. A suspicious passing of seconds without a conspicuous sight, a telling burst of color further downstream, a gurgling noise no well-adjusted Water-type would ever make.

Unit 29 had been diligent in scanning the deeper, distant areas in case of this exact instance, and in seconds, her shout had disbanded her peers and they descended upon the crowd of kids like a rain of bullets.

Multifarious flashes of light and they were at work, moving and barely thinking. Something crashed into the surface of the river—an explosion of water that snagged the Trainers' attention; their brows furrowed and their eyes widened, some's mouths falling open as a Floatzel conquered the constrictive current with ease, entirely foreign to them and dripping with water, a doused girl gasping powerfully in its arms. The sight wracked some, but before the screams could ring forth and the inevitable panic could ensue, there wafted in the smell of something flowery. Unit 8's Bellossom was immediately weaving in-between the crowd with the therapeutic Sweet Scent leaking from its scarlet flowers, and as it rocked and swayed, its smile became infectious, and almost deliriously, the Trainers collectively decided everything would be alright, at least in those first moments.

In the meantime, the branch leader was barking orders—Unit 16, contact Fortree, we need paramedics, stat—but most importantly, they had all run into a devastating snag. Her Floatzel had long since dropped little Caroline, her body writhing and twitching as her face streamed with water from the river, moisture down her nose and from her eyes. She wasn't breathing; the tiny-framed Trainer thought she was, but her relentless panting, in reality, promoted only coughing, choking and ineluctably, even with the pleading units inches from her colorless face, she began hyperventilating and, soon, she had gone unconscious.

Paramedics had departed but the situation was sinking faster. Unit 22 pressed an ear against Caroline's chest and she resurfaced with the news that, "Her heart's stopped completely."

But they hadn't lost her yet, and they were never going to lose her, for the Hoenn Pokemon Ranger Department were trained to save every Trainer; they did not have to wait for explicit medical involvement in an emergency, and thus, before the ambulances could come catapulting in, Unit 14 was already in mid-sprint. He skid to his knees beside Caroline, a whistle embedded between his front teeth. One call and his partner blinked into existence, faster than perceptible. Two calls and their lime-green paws were kneading the grassy earth, each press with the snap of a lighter—[i]click, click, click—before their hind legs eventually landed on Caroline's torso. In the dwindling seconds, he did not confirm Twenty-Two's claim. With sweat cascading down his forehead and rubber gloves protecting his hands, Unit 14 slid his Elektrike's paws into the correct position; they laid over her heart. The whistle dropped from his lips. "CLEAR!"

Everyone in the proximate area had leapt back in anticipation in the fulmination of raw electricity, pulsing from Elektrike's paws, thundering through the girl. Like lightning; it was over as instantaneously as it had been incited, and the Elektrike appeared off of Caroline with the same swiftness, the girl jerking upwards and half-consciously swatting at its muzzle while it rapturously licked her ghostly face. From the look in her protuberant eyes, she seemed thoroughly shocked, though the humor was not shared by the Fortree medical team when they did arrive as if on some ironic cue after the action of reviving her had been carried out. No authorized equipment, licensing, or permission; they had saved a life, but at what cost to Caroline, too? The rangers, in their relief, brushed the concerns posed by the paramedics aside as entirely begrudging. The girl was whisked away for extensive medical assistance, and with the peace obliterated, the Trainers sought immediate refuge for higher ground. It would be only momentarily that the rangers would have to trail them, but in the brief respite the kids' withdrawal allowed, they could at least make use of the water and sweltering weather briefly in their wake.

Noblejanobii

02-27-2017, 05:43 AM

Today's Pokemon is...

The Anteater Pokemon, #631, Heatmor!

https://68.media.tumblr.com/24ff688ff902391dc08227f979d29c0a/tumblr_na2gwcxyZn1rxs24ko1_500.gif

Noblejanobii

02-27-2017, 05:44 AM

Today's Pokemon is...

The Sludge Pokemon, #089, Muk!

https://68.media.tumblr.com/0daf5eafefe6c11a283123d8547d0ad4/tumblr_nd05v3ppho1tqptlzo1_500.gif

Noblejanobii

02-27-2017, 05:44 AM

Today's Pokemon is...

The Mega Fire Pig Pokemon, #500, Emboar!

https://i.kinja-img.com/gawker-media/image/upload/s--6qECflE---/c_scale,f_auto,fl_progressive,q_80,w_800/197fc22e3z6u4png.png

02-27-2017, 05:49 AM

Burning within my core
Wars raging but I don't know what i'm fighting for
And even though i see em bored
I do it all, for the horde

Noblejanobii

03-01-2017, 04:04 AM

Today's Pokemon is...

The Iron Armor Pokemon, #304, Aron!

http://pa1.narvii.com/5870/4ccb651fe12156992b738064044745909c78d119_hq.gif

Noblejanobii

03-01-2017, 04:05 AM

Today's Pokemon is...

The Nurturing Pokemon, #542, Leavanny!

https://secure.static.tumblr.com/cd924baa6faad513b2e864c25cf5f07e/phjlmzn/4cRo12qa1/tumblr_static__640_v2.gif

Noblejanobii

03-01-2017, 04:55 PM

Today's Pokemon is...

The Small Fry Pokemon, #746, Wishiwashi!

http://i3.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/newsfeed/001/168/181/177.gif

Noblejanobii

03-04-2017, 06:07 AM

Today's Pokemon is...

The Prism Pokemon, #800, Necrozma!

http://pa1.narvii.com/6332/8755c62679f8b61626bd66fe4aa4b78aefcfaeb7_hq.gif

Noblejanobii

03-13-2017, 05:09 PM

Catch up time!!!

Today's Pokemon...

The Cherry Pokemon, #420, Cherubi!

https://s3.amazonaws.com/image.blingee.com/images19/content/output/000/000/000/7fe/841237549_1803129.gif?4

The Shell Out Pokemon, #617, Accelgor!

http://25.media.tumblr.com/f0422089f9a5ca143fbb3b1d28dc481b/tumblr_mlxtk2OT7d1r7guhqo1_500.gif

The Superpower Pokemon, #068, Machamp!

https://68.media.tumblr.com/26d4f60d65d9494fab0082a7ac2aaab0/tumblr_ntg563Ffq51rfnwv0o1_500.gif

The Heavyweight Pokemon, #450, Hippowdon!

http://31.media.tumblr.com/5e866d83c2b9b284d49ceb6636b61a73/tumblr_mq774za8wM1r9pecio1_400.gif

The Glowing Pokemon, #796, Xurkitree!

https://68.media.tumblr.com/5a44308653bc349c7adcdda8713c5a50/tumblr_ogdu9mSV2U1shpmd6o1_500.gif

Noblejanobii

03-13-2017, 07:01 PM

Today's Pokémon is…

The Posey Picker Pokémon, #764, Corey Comfey!

http://i2.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/newsfeed/001/148/964/219.png

Noblejanobii

03-19-2017, 05:53 PM

Today's Pokemon is...

The Mushroom Pokemon, #286, Breloom...

https://media.giphy.com/media/xKy2H6sSAo1Ko/giphy.gif

The Multiplying Pokemon, #579, Reuniclus...

https://68.media.tumblr.com/f70c77e46ae0d6cad0aac4ad4d06974c/tumblr_nipaexP2DM1sr6y44o1_500.gif

The Singlehorn Pokemon, #214, Heracross...

http://pa1.narvii.com/6279/46ca9553a96a02e3154a5fa7d8bb7ce579fe66b1_hq.gif

The Torch Pokemon, #636, Larvesta...

http://66.media.tumblr.com/aec2dc248ae55fa22c70846d9af5d8c0/tumblr_mhvqa7yyEJ1r1r7oto1_500.gif

The Chinchilla Pokemon, #572, Minccino...

http://i.imgur.com/Xqfu0BJ.gif

03-19-2017, 07:03 PM

Heracross, exceeding with all of your might
Like a shooting star you shine so bright
Reaching your full potential in the middle of a fight
Evolving beyond limits with no end in sight

Noblejanobii

03-20-2017, 06:45 PM

TODAY'S POKEMON IS THE BEST POKEMON!

IT'S THE BEST GRATITUDE POKEMON, BEST #492, BEST POKEMON SHAYMIN!

http://ekladata.com/FsK2k1HzDnp-0YLcUzhCpLM5BJw.gif
The trucks rattled quietly as they traveled down the back roads away from Goldenrod City. The caravan of five vehicles traveled north towards Ecruteak City, but their actual destination was Olivine City. It would be several hours before they reached that destination. Inside the third car were four guards and a teenage girl dressed in all black. Her hands were cuffed behind the chair she was seated in, her long brown hair tickling her wrists. She sighed, his head angled towards the ceiling as she watched the ceiling. She tapped her foot impatiently before crossing her legs. Two of the guards straightened at the moment.

“Oh don’t get your panties in a twist,” she growled at them. The men looked uncomfortable at the snap but did not reply. Then again, they were already thoroughly uncomfortable with the situation. Her capture had not been what they were expecting.

Several hours earlier, target Sloane Jackson, girlfriend of the wanted fugitive Dylan Thomas, had been spotted in Goldenrod City. Johto’s military deployed the appropriate forces to apprehend the girl, suspecting her to be aiding in the crimes of her significant other. She had tried to resist arrest for a bit, but eventually gave in. Her backpack and pokeballs were taken. However, when she was about to be pat down, Sloane had put up a fight, claiming she did not want to be touched, and disarmed herself. Not wanting to use excessive force in public, the guards agreed and led Sloane to the truck where she was questioned. When asked about her relationship with Dylan, she said that he was “the father of her child” startling many of the officers. She had smirked at that, teasing them that she had seen the looks at her distended stomach and assured them that she was in fact not fat, but rather pregnant. How this was not on record is unknown, but predictable with the current generation’s mentalities.

“I need to pee!” Sloane suddenly announced loudly as she bounced her knee slightly. She looked between the different guards and frowned deeply. “What? I’m pregnant! I’m handling this for two people here. If you’d rather me just go here I’ll gladly do so.” The guards looked between each other before one mumbled,

“I’ll radio the trucks to stop.” A few moments later the trucks all slowed. Sloane was taken from the trucks and given two female guards to escort her to the woods next to the road. Once they were no longer visible from the road, Sloane sighed.

“Okay, this is good. Y’all don’t mind turning around do you?” she asked. The female guards shook their heads, understanding Sloane’s wish for privacy. They turned around as Sloane began to do her business. After a moment Sloane said, “You know, it’s too bad you’re both so polite. Makes it more difficult for me to do this.” Sloane roundhoused one guard straight to the head. The other dodged Sloane’s attack and began to radio for backup when something bit her hand. She cried out and looked down to see what bit her only to see a shaymin? Where had that come from? Sloane ran up and kneed the woman in the jaw. The two women collapsed as Sloane dusted off her hands. She smiled at Shaymin. “Nice job. Sorry, I know hiding in my pants couldn’t have been fun.”

“Min!” Shaymin replied with a huff.

“Hey it wasn’t pleasant for me either, missy. Now the police think I’m pregnant. If this gets out Lady Sun will strangle me if Lady Ignus doesn’t beat her to it.” Shaymin rolled its eyes before tapping Sloane’s foot. “Right, let’s go.” Sloane bent down and picked up Shaymin. She looked back in the direction of the trucks, a pang in her heart as she left behind her partners. Hopefully they would understand and be safe. Taking a deep breath, Sloane took off in the opposite direction of the trucks, venturing deeper into the woods. She had probably five minutes before they started to raise question. Sloane had to make good use of that time. There was a river near Goldenrod. It was the source of the hydroelectric dam that Goldenrod used for power after all. If she could make it there she could probably follow it to Azalea Town and then to the sea. Taking off in a sprint, Sloane took as erratic of a path as possible. It would mess with the tracking maybe. Sloane didn’t really know but better to try than risk not.

It wasn’t long before Sloane heard running water in the distance. Picking up the pace, Sloane broke into a clearing where the Goldenrod River rushed by. Sloane smiled but did not have much time to relish in this victory. She heard howling, a houndoom call. The police were on her trail. Well not much time to waste now. Sloane held Shaymin close to her chest, took a deep breath, and jumped into the river. The current was swift, sweeping Sloane forward as if she were a twig. Sloane’s right shoulder collided with a rock almost right off, making Sloane release some of her breath. She closed her eyes and curled into a ball until she was forced to break the surface for air. Sloane looked behind her, her vision blurry from the water sprays and the fact that her contact lenses were not appreciating the white water rapids waterslide trip. Sloane could make out in the distance several figures coming down the side of the river. Rats, she’d have to move faster if she didn’t want to be caught. Taking another breath, Sloane dove back underwater and began to kick, accelerating down the river. She crashed into another set of rocks but kept going. She could whine about her wounds later. The current began to increase in speed and Sloane knew she was in for a bumpy ride. Emerging for air for a moment, Sloane lifted Shaymin up quickly before ducking down. Kicking forward some more, Sloane felt the water begin to spin and knew they were beginning to enter a more turbulent part of the rapids. A thought suddenly occurred to Sloane. Wasn’t there more than one waterfall on this river? As the speed increase dramatically, she realized she had not thought this through enough and curled into a ball just in time to be launched into the air.

Sloane opened one of her eyes to see herself plummeting quite quickly. Tensing up, Sloane crashed into the water below and was swept away in the river again as if being taken down the world’s wildest waterslide. Sloane gasped for air as she reemerged. Looking around, Sloane could see she had left the police behind at the waterfall. That was a good sign. She was almost to Violet City. Well, if this was like a waterslide, then Sloane knew the trick to going faster. Holding Shaymin close to her chest, Sloane straightened out and shot forward like a torpedo. The incline slowly increased before Sloane hit another waterfall, sending Sloane flying into the water pools by the Sprout Tower in Violet City. Several people standing nearby gave her confused looks and offered to help but Sloane didn’t have time.

“No thank you! I need to go! Thank you, bye!” Sloane, shivering from the cold air, took off through Violet City towards Azalea Town. It wouldn’t be long now, she would find Dylan, and she would get to the bottom of this. Ducking through the city, Sloane made her way to Route 32. The sea smell in the air was a good indication she was almost there. There was a Pokemon Center halfway down the route. It would give away her location, but if she could withdraw a pokemon quick enough, Sloane could surf to Kanto, or at least outside of Johto borders. They would lose jurisdiction to chase her then.

It didn’t take long to reach the Pokemon Center on Route 32. It was a relatively shorter route and people tended to get out of your way when you’re soaking wet. Stepping inside, Sloane made her way over to the PC and cracked her knuckles. Quickly logging in, Sloane withdrew her trusty Sharpedo, logged out, and sprinted out the door. Throwing the dive ball into the air off the coast, Sloane held onto Jaws with one arm and Shaymin with the other. The sharpedo rocketed out to sea, and soon Johto was just an afterthought with Kanto on the horizon.

Noblejanobii

03-22-2017, 06:34 PM

Today's Pokemon is...

The Wooly Crab Pokemon, #740, Crabominable!

http://pre10.deviantart.net/ecf4/th/pre/i/2017/021/7/c/crabominable_by_doctornuclear-daw6ks6.png

Y'all should check out my Shaymin story if you haven't already.

Noblejanobii

03-23-2017, 08:49 PM

Today's Pokémon is…

The Roly-Poly Pokemon, #777, Togedemaru!

http://68.media.tumblr.com/b98689dfc9e59ba41088771b8f533a98/tumblr_o9l07hJw4Y1qfh3ujo1_500.gif

Noblejanobii

03-26-2017, 03:30 AM

Today's Pokémon is…

The Woodpecker Pokemon, #731, Pikipek!

http://68.media.tumblr.com/e02db80a03b64e6d1dc9fdb41f7faa78/tumblr_inline_oal637qn4L1t1agdg_540.gif

Noblejanobii

03-26-2017, 07:39 PM

Today's Pokemon is…

The Fire Horse Pokemon, #078, Rapidash!

https://media.giphy.com/media/OgrvW7OLlqQ6s/giphy.gif

Noblejanobii

03-27-2017, 10:43 PM

Today's Pokemon is...

The Iron Claw Pokemon, #375, Metang!

http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/disneycreate/images/7/77/Metang.gif/revision/latest?cb=20140412152334

Suicune's Fire

03-28-2017, 02:25 AM

I feel sooo bad that I've only written ONE of these. xD One day...ONE DAY.

Noblejanobii

03-29-2017, 12:29 AM

I feel sooo bad that I've only written ONE of these. xD One day...ONE DAY.

Lol I'm still playing catch up too so it's okay.

Noblejanobii

03-29-2017, 12:30 AM

Today's Pokemon is...

The Lunar Pokemon. #488, Cresselia!

https://em.wattpad.com/b22dba8a1383c9f05e6aa7c51fd532ca2d87ad15/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f 776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f 7279496d6167652f6f527133715746387777345254773d3d2d 3237303834313630342e313435613237323138303163643336 652e676966?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280

Noblejanobii

04-12-2017, 03:38 AM

Today's Pokemon are...

The Virtual Pokemon, #474, Porygon-Z!

http://i1.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/newsfeed/000/668/208/e22.gif

The Flame Pokemon, #006, Charizard!

https://media.giphy.com/media/4tY9mWimjpD9e/giphy.gif

The Hoodlum Pokemon, #560, Scrafty!

http://www.pokemopolis.com/pics/eps/bw/scrafty07.gif

The Fairy Pokemon, #210, Granbull!

http://24.media.tumblr.com/5a72829e731eae16b6d692e05c5e40fc/tumblr_mmtzvzQM4M1qhd8sao1_500.gif

The Land Spirit Pokemon, #787, Tapu Bulu!

http://68.media.tumblr.com/ec4882b22d476c8201223189460289cd/tumblr_ofqh95smRb1v68t0mo2_400.gif

The Jewel Pokemon, #719, Diancie!

https://68.media.tumblr.com/0970a9844ef76d80ff2bb283ec717faf/tumblr_nf5nqhMvyV1t1n4q8o2_r2_500.gif

The Pop Star Pokemon, #729, Brionne!

http://68.media.tumblr.com/feef27ff6c05b523558d87732f23e874/tumblr_oek63tEsGi1v68t0mo1_500.gif

The Big Jaw Pokemon, #160, Feraligatr!

https://68.media.tumblr.com/8e3c02464cc0402284c3712567b5e56a/tumblr_n3dlyc2m7s1rsrk2xo1_500.gif

The Psi Pokemon, #065, Alakazam!

https://media.giphy.com/media/uX0i0T7pj5Op2/giphy.gif

Cleobel

03-12-2018, 11:07 AM