Daily Pokemon Stories

[Noblejanobii]

Today's Pokemon is...

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

Spoiler:

“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]

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]

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]

Today's Pokémon is…

The Tender Pokémon, #350, Milotic!

Spoiler:

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.

[AD]

*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]

The dankest poems to ever dank.

[Noblejanobii]

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!

Spoiler:

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]

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

[Noblejanobii]

Today's Pokemon is...

The Tundra Pokemon, #699, Aurorus!

Spoiler:

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]

That aurorus' hair looks fabulous.