Daily Pokemon Stories

**Noblejanobii** · 02-15-2017, 12:36 AM

Today's Pokemon is...

The Soloist Pokemon, #730, Primarina!

Spoiler:

A little love story for Valentine's Day!

**Noblejanobii** · 02-15-2017, 11:20 PM

Today's Pokemon is...

The Bird Pokemon, #017, Pidgeotto!

**Noblejanobii** · 02-17-2017, 08:02 PM

Today's Pokemon is...

The Hard Scale Pokemon, #768, Golisopod!

**Noblejanobii** · 02-17-2017, 08:03 PM

Today's Pokemon is...

The Lightning Pokemon, #135, Jolteon!

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. 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!

**Noblejanobii** · 02-22-2017, 10:01 PM

Today's Pokemon is...

The Lightning Pokemon, #309, Electrike!

AD · 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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Spoiler:

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—[i]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—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.