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    Three Ways.
    A Wandering Rythmical Phoenix/ rEvolutionairy INC. Production
    This is my first fic in along time. Not a very long time, mind you, but long enough. It came to me one night, 'Hey, what if...', and went from there. I'm still finalizing the final parts of the plot, but no better help than actually having feedback as the plot develops, right?

    Rated PG-13 for Tobacco, Scary sceans, Language, Violence, intense pokemon battles, and logic bending.

    I'm going to TRY aim for a weekly update. Wednesdays.
    If you're reading, I wouldn't mind hearing from you. What am I doing right? Wrong? Should more things explode? How's my grammar? Please comment!
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    TABLE OF CONTENTS
    Chapter 1: Live and Let Live
    Chapter 2: THE FASTEST WAY IS A STRAIGHT LINE (Blazing through the Maze)
    Chapter 3: Freiheit ist ueberall zu finden, aber ich bin ausgerechnet hier
    Chapter 4: Those Who Share Your Fate
    Chapter 5: Mercy
    Chapter 6: BRAINCLEANSER
    Chapter 7: Eagles Take Flight
    Chapter 8: Inferno Fodder
    Chapter 9: [Don't] Put Out That Fire
    Chapter 10: She's as Cold as Ice
    Chapter 11: Modern Times Rock'n'Roll
    Chapter 12: BITCHQUEEN
    Chapter 13: Flowers Bloom
    Chapter 14: Thunder Chaser
    Chapter 15: My Lady Explosion
    Chapter 16: he Man who Tried to Download the World
    Chapter 17: A Shadow over Heroes [Shadow/Heroes]
    Chapter 18: dna syndrome


    Extra Chapters:
    -23 Chapter: Three Ways to Say 'I Love You'
    *= Title Subject to change

    I Guess, for reference, I use <....> when pokemon are talking, and '...' when people are thinking. Talking should be self explanatory.


    Well, with out further adu, Let's begein, shall we?
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    In this world, there is both right and wrong. In this world there are roads every person will walk. In this world there are actions that are both good and evil, and no ideal of justice, no matter how beneficial, will help everyone. The road of Right and wrong is split in three paths. Three Ways.

    POKEMON
    THREE WAYS
    CHAPTER ONE
    Live and Let Live

    “Always do right. This will gratify some people, and astonish the rest.” Mark Twain Febuary 16, 1901

    The pallet of the forest was all green and brown stretching in all directions, save one lone pink bulb in a patch of otherwise green weeds surrounded by high bushes and higher trees. All at once, a boy burst from the bushes towards the flower. “Gotcha, Ivysaur!” He yelled. The flower leapt up. It was attached to the body of a large green quadruped dinosaur. The Pokemon landed opposite of the boy, examining him up and down with its blue eyes. The boy leapt up again and the dinosaur let out a cloud of yellow powder. The boy covered his mouth and eyes and landed perfectly on top of the Pokemon.

    The boy’s brown hair bounced above his green eyes as the grass type dinosaur struggled in his grip. The stains from the leaves didn’t show on the trainer’s green shirt, and his red jacket cushioned the blows from the sharp claws on the pokemon’s feet. He wore a black bandana wrapped around the upper part of his left arm, the arm he held the Pokemon in. In his right, free hand, he held a pokeball. “Ivysaur, come back.” The Pokemon returned to the red-and-white sphere in a glowing red light. The boy stood up and brushed off his jeans that had numerous holes from past reckless scrapes and tumbles. He picked up a brown sack from behind the bush he had been hiding in and put the pokeball inside. “And stay there,” He ordered. He was tall and lanky, not too fat, not too thin. His name was embroidered on a patch on the sack. Ryu.

    Looking up, he could see the first signs of day break. At first, he couldn’t believe he had spent all night chasing his own Pokemon through the woods, then he remembered that wasn’t the reason he was in the woods at all. He fumbled into his jacket pocket and sighed as he pulled a mushroom out. His worry was that it had been damaged in the struggle with Ivysaur, but his fears were laid to rest when he saw it remained in one piece. He turned on his heels back in the direction he had come from. Looking down to a watch like device on his wrist, he flipped a few switches and a large area map hovered above it as a hologram. The forest was clearly large, and he was very clearly not anywhere near a path. However, with his map, he was sure he would not get lost. Taking several steps, he noticed his map was unresponsive to his movements. Shaking the device violently didn’t aide his predicament, as the locater icon was suddenly further away from the path than before. ‘Goddamn that Ivysaur,’ he thought to himself. It was then he began to regret not paying more attention in school on how to tell north from south, east from west, and how not to get lost. As the thought of just how edible a roast Pidgey would be and how horrible it would be to die only to be eaten by a swarm of wild Pidgey would be, the device on his wrist began to vibrate and chime loudly. “He… hello?” He said quietly into the device. He wasn’t expecting a phone call, let alone one at dawn.

    “Yo, Ryu, what’s up?” a familiar female voice asked from the other side. Ryu let out a sigh of relief.

    “Lynn! It’s amazing to hear someone else’s voice. I’m totally lost.” He laughed, scratching the back of his head. “You’re Pokegear map acting up too?”

    “Pokegear? I upgraded to a Pokenav months ago.” Lynn giggled on the other end. “Don’t tell me you’re struggling around with inferior technology!”

    “Ok, I won’t.” Ryu replied flatly. “But seriously, I’m lost.”

    “Well, you remember the compass sayings, right?”

    “Uhh… north is up?”

    “The sun sets in the west and rises in the east,” Lynn scolded “Then just spell NEWS, North is between East and west, and south is between West and East.”

    “That doesn’t make sense,” Ryu stammered, “North and south are both between east and west!” A silence on the other end told him one thing: He had finally outsmarted Lynn.

    The line went dead. Lynn, clearly not appreciating Ryu’s sudden surge of inelegance, had hung up on him, once again, alone in the dawn-lit woods. Ryu reached into his burlap sack and pulled out a pokeball with a small blue wing painted on it. “Wingul, come on, help me out!” The pokeball popped open, and a small white bird sat on the top of the sack. It opened its small red eyes and opened its black beak in a yawn. “Alright Wingul, now I know it’s way earlier than I normally use you, but if you don’t help us out, we’re going to die here and be eaten by Pidgey.” The Wingul gave him a cockeyed glance. “Don’t give me that look; I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about this!”

    The Wingul let out a small chirp and opened its wings. Lifting on the air currents, Ryu watched the small Pokemon be consumed by the clouds. He studied the pokemon’s wing span- ‘four times the size of his body… where does he keep his brain?’ He waited with bated breath for the Pokemon to return with news of the path. Finally, the bird descended like a leaf off a fall tree, smacked it’s trainer with a wing and pointed with the other. The whole time Ryu had been mere inches from the path, and was simply too lazy to take the steps to see it. Bowing apologetically, Ryu returned the albino Pokemon to its pokeball. “You’re just like the Capitan, not letting me forget my screw-ups. I guess that’s why he gave you to me, so he could always be with me.”

    The sun had still barely broken the horizon as Ryu came out from the forest. The dew on the leaves was just beginning to trickle down when the houses of the small town came back into view. Not wasting a moment, he ran down the hill. Gaining speed with every step he finally launched himself into the air, tucked and rolled in as tight a ball as he could manage down the rest of the hill. Reaching the bottom he sprawled out flopped in a useless lump, dizzy. “Record ti… oh god, I’m gonna be sick.” He sat up, feeling that the contents of his stomach were about to make a grand reappearance, but soft footsteps came from his west.

    “Well, it certainly was a few hours,” a young girl whispered, “perhaps, though, a few more than we expected.”

    Ryu turned on his knees and looked the girl up and down. She was a brunet with striking blue eyes. She wore a simple red dress that matched her red top brilliantly. “Sylvia, I’m so sorry that it took so long, but,” he produced the mushroom from his jacket, “I have the last ingredient for your mother’s medicine.”

    The girl took the mushroom in one hand and threw her other around Ryu’s shoulders. “Thank you so much, kind stranger.” She wept. “I hope we did not cost you too much of your time.”

    Ryu stood up, pushing her arm off of him. “It wasn’t a problem. I cannot pass a lovely young woman in need.”

    “Oh, I bet you say that to everyone you help” Sylvia blushed.

    “Actually, yes, yes I do.” Ryu said, scratching a spot in between his eyebrows.

    “Hmm… well then,” Sylvia gave him a look of slight distain, “will you at least stay for breakfast?”

    Ryu flattened his hair with his hands. “I can’t resist and invitation from a lady.”


    Sylvia’s house was mere feet from the spot of Ryu’s elegant landing. Ryu savored the sights of the small town. The houses were all wood or brick, all either the same color as their materials or painted a simple color like white or blue. He enjoyed the simplicity; it was nothing that the cities could ever hope to be like.

    Sylvia’s house was decorated simply. Paintings of Sylvia, her mother- who looked nothing more than an older version of Sylvia-, and her deceased father hung on the white walls. The furniture was matching brown leather, the tables all white wicker. Ryu felt almost too poor to be in such a nice house, but he was sure all the fancy looks came with a high price- like her mother’s poor health.

    “Well, tell me about yourself.” Sylvia said, shuffling through pans for a skillet.

    ”I’m Ryu, seventeen years old.” He said attempting to unfold a napkin placed on the table in front of him.

    “Well Ryu, do you have a last name?” She asked, cracking open an egg.

    “Ryu Rider.” He replied, still struggling with the napkin. “Rider pronounced like ‘rid-er’- he who gets rid of something.”

    “That’s an unusual pronunciation. You from Johto or something?”

    ”Yeah, I was born in Ecruteak, but I was raised here in Sinnoh.” He placed the napkin in his lap. “I only started training Pokemon a few months ago. I’ve got reasons that I started, but that’s a story longer than breakfast.”

    “Well, then why don’t you tell me why you’re taking the road solo?” Sylvia flipped the eggs in the pan. “Most trainers go in groups of three or more.”

    “I’m not alone. I have two friends. Lynn, she’s a great girl, a little pushy, but she’s got a good head on her shoulders when it comes to what is. And then there’s Kyle, he’s a nice guy, a little weird though. He’s got a good head on his shoulders, and he’s got a sharp pair of eyes, but he’s got this thing, sees the world ‘right’ and ‘wrong,’ and I’ve told him that’s not all there is, he just won’t listen.” He spun a coaster around with his finger. “And then I’ve got Ivysaur, Wingul, and all my other Pokemon with me.”

    Sylvia slid bacon into the pan. “This Kyle sounds like a good guy; you’ll have to introduce me to him. Maybe he’d like to marry into a family with money.”

    Ryu let out a small laugh. “Good luck. Kyle’s not in to people like you.”

    “People like me? What’s that mean?” she asked getting a plate down from the cupboard.

    “Girls,” Ryu answered, “he likes guys, not girls. I said he was a little weird.”

    Sylvia placed a plate down on the table, the bacon still sizzled, and the eggs were scrambled to perfection. “Well, you’ve only started training, so, you can’t have many badges can you?”

    Ryu reached into his jacket and pulled out a case. Flipping it open reveled his trainer’s ID card, complete with obligatory bad picture, and a space for eight of Sinnoh’s badges. One space was filled. The badge was three green diamonds arranged like a tree in a child’s drawing. “One.” He laughed. “I’ve been holding off on the gym challenges until I feel like I can handle it. This one was a fluke.” He spun his finger in the air. “There was a girl in the forest, we battled, and then the crazy chick turned out to be a gym leader! I thought they weren’t allowed to leave the gym or something.” He filled his mouth with the entire contents of the plate after completing the sentence, much to the shock and disgust of his host. “But I’ve taken up way too much of your time.” He smiled and untied his bandana as he stood up, letting the napkin fall to the floor. Tying the black cloth to his head, he whipped his mouth on his shirtsleeves. “If you ever need me, call.” He threw his burlap sack over his back and sped off out the open door.

    Sylvia looked at the boy’s back as he disappeared through the town. “If only I could run like that boy, I’d grasp freedom.” She closed the door and looked at the mushroom she had left on the counter. “I’ve been forced to take my own way out of this prison.”

    That night, her mother’s illness ended, as did her life. All reports said that Sylvia’s mother had died of her illness. The entire estate was left to the girl, who turned around and sold it to the first bidder. Her blue eyes flashed with a new determination.

    Sylvia Mooney was no longer trapped by her past, and instead had her whole future ahead of her. Thoughts of that boy, Ryu, filled her head as she grasped a pokeball in her hands. Why was he training? What was his past? Will he ever be able to escape whatever prison he seems to be trapped in? “Ryu Rider… may we meet once again!” she yelled into the mountains he disappeared in.

    Ryu turned around, Ivysaur stopped at his feet. “Hey, did you hear anything?” he asked. The Pokemon closed its eyes and shook his head no. “Humph… musta been imagining stuff then.” He turned back to the east and took off at full speed, the dinosaur struggling to keep up behind him.




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    PHEW! Well, ladies and Gents, it’s nice to be back. This whole chapter was written up in a single sitting then reviewed and critiqued by three or four people, so I trust it’s good. I really like the way this stories going to work, I do. This one has my favorite cast of any story I’ve written EVER. Anyway, this one introduces Ryu and his Ivysaur and Wingul, as well as a small part of his back story. Sylvia was written to only appear here, but I liked her so much, I changed the ending just so she could show up again. So yeah, foreshadowing there I guess? I’m writing this hyped up on Pez candies two days after I wrote it, so don’t give me that look! You know, it was REDICULOSLY hard to take the chapter from it's Beta name to it's final. I don't know why, it just WAS.
    Last edited by Wandering Rhythmical Phoenix; 14th October 2008 at 5:14 AM. Reason: Updated Table of Contents

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    Sweet story!

    I like Ryu. He seems easygoing and accident-prone, but pretty dang skilled all the same. I can't imagine I'd be able to dodge a Stun Spore attack or anything. XD The characters so far are all really good, I thought, and I'm looking forward to actually meeting Kyle and Lynn.

    Can't wait to see the next installment! ^^
    Whee. I put this here just so my posts wouldn't look so ugly. You'd be amazed at how ugly they look without a siggy. Maybe later I'll put something of some consequence down here. Maybe. I'm kinda lazy. Oh well. Peace out, hommes.

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    Running a tiny bit late with this update, fell asleep. I'm exausted, dealing with a lot right now. Well, with out furterer adu, Lynn!

    THREE WAYS
    CHAPTER 2
    THE FASTEST WAY IS A STRAIGHT LINE (Blazing through the Maze)

    Focusing on a goal is always a great thing, it’s perfectly sane, and all people do it. But letting that goal get in the way of everything else? That’s what’s crazy about you.

    The juice disappeared from the glass as quickly as the waiter had filled it. The man stood there in utter shock that a young girl could consume so much strawberry juice in such a small amount of time. ‘Damn free juice to people under eighteen’ the waiter thought to himself looking the girl over. Her pale green eyes glared through a pair of sunglasses that hugged the tip of her nose. They studied a news paper clutched in her gloved hands so intently that they were likely to burn a hole through it. Her teal shirt hugged her girlish figure until her midriff where it ended in favor of skin. Her skort was styled differently from any he’d seen before; the shorts were visible until the pocket line, where the skirt sky blue skirt began. Six pokeballs were clipped to her jeans on a cut in the dress. Her blonde hair was tied into a ponytail, her bangs danced freely on her forehead.

    “Hey, Waitmonkey.” She snapped, “What’s a girl gotta do to get some more juice?”

    The waiter stared at the girl’s empty plate. “Pay her bill,” he replied smartly. The girl sighed and reached into her pocket, producing two folded blue bills with “P200” written on them. “And then leaving, you’re crowding a table we need for other customers.”

    The girl gave him a shocked look. “How can you say that to a paying customer?”

    “Ma’m, you’ve been staring at that crossword puzzle since we opened.
    If you couldn’t solve it then, you can’t solve it now.”

    She slammed the news paper down on the table, “Touché, good sir!” She yelled, stomping off.

    The waiter simply watched her dress float behind her. She had over paid by over one hundred dollars, clearly, though, she didn’t want her change. He pocketed it as a tip.

    The girl huffed her arms across her chest as she stomped. Her red backpack bounced with each step, and her angry look attracted strange looks from nearby pedestrians, who labeled her as a crazy lady and kept walking, remembering her face for when the police were looking for a blonde haired girl responsible for killing an ice cream man because he didn’t have her favorite flavor Popsicle.

    “You know, miss, being angry never solved anyone’s problems.” A man with a fine British accent said from behind her. She turned around full prepared to punch the man for his unsolicited advice, but stopped dead upon seeing him. He stood about a half foot taller than her, he was looking down at her with eyes as red as a setting sun. His simile was the same blindingly white color as his hair. “Come, what could have such a lovely creature so infuriated?”

    The girl blushed at the man’s manner of speech, so calm and quiet, unlike anything she had heard from her friends at home. He sounded like he honestly cared for her. “I… I…” she tripped on her words, unable to form a complete thought in her own head.

    “I am Leon,” he produced a rose from his red and black jacket and placed it in her hair. “And you are?”

    “L-Lynn. Lynn Iris DeLarus.” She blushed.

    “A lady with such a beautiful name should never be angry,” he took her right hand in his. “Come, I know a lovely café not far from here, in fact, you may have passed it on your way here.” His left hand gestured towards the café Lynn had just been kicked out of.

    “Oh, I know where you’re talking about. It’s not all that great,” she laughed, trying her best not to sound like she was covering up her inner insanity.

    “Hmm,” Leon raised his eyebrow, attempting not to sound like a guy whose entire vocabulary was made of cheesy pickup lines, he continued to speak, “then where best to treat a lovely young lady?” He pondered out loud running his fingers through his hair. Lynn almost collapsed from the sheer beauty radiating off of him. “Very well, how about you spend the day with me, and I’ll treat you to dinner later. What does a girl like you like to do?”

    A fire lit in Lynn’s eyes at the question. She pushed her sun glasses back up her face with a push from her ring finger. “Battles. I love Pokemon Battles.”

    “Ah, is that so?” he asked, turning to the side. His thin outline did little to hide nearby light posts, but it did everything to show the location of his pokeballs. They ran along the bottom of the back of his jacket. “I’ll be your challenger.”

    Lynn cracked a wide smile. “I know the perfect place. Come on, the fountain area doubles as a battle arena for trainers!” She took off down the paved streets of Hearthorm, her attitude having taken a complete turnabout. Leon scratched the back of his head and walked slowly behind her.

    By the time he arrived, Lynn stood impatiently tapping her foot as another trainer walked away, defeated. “A-b-o-u-t t-i-m-e.” Lynn spelled her words impatiently. “I don’t know how many more of these weaklings I can beat before I get bored.”

    Leon stood cockily in front of the crowed. “Lynn, I wouldn’t say that around here.” He laughed. “There are lots of tough guys around here who will try to prove you wrong in a heart beat.”

    He was proven right when a man in a red shirt burst forward from behind Leon. He was tall, broad chested, pants the same color as his pupils with a mouth big enough to store a watermelon. “Weaklings? I have four of the gym badges of Sinnoh! How many do you have, girl?”

    “Three.” Lynn popped open her case. The Forest Badge sat sparkling in first position, the diamond shaped Cobble badge, two orange rectangles and two orange squares making up the design on the inside, sat in position two, and the third spot was filled with the grey boulder shaped Coal Badge taking the third spot. “I’m here for the fourth.”

    The man glared at her. “Ha ha. You won’t go any further, I’m gonna show you who the weakling is by crushing you and your Pokemon into the ground!”

    Lynn suddenly seemed even more uninterested. “I haven’t heard that one before.” She sarcastically replied. “Come on, I’ll show you what I can do, just don’t hold anything back.”

    The man cracked his large knuckles. “I’m Derek, just so you know the name of the man who beat you.” He grabbed a pokeball from his belt and tossed it into the air. “Come out Swalot!”

    “Swalot? My, and here I was expecting an intelligent Pokemon from an intelligent man like you. Chingling, come on, play time!” She unclipped a pokeball from her side, let it freefall, and kicked it as it hit the ground.

    The two Pokemon appeared in flashes of red light, Chingling was surrounded by bright blue sparkles as it appeared. The small gold bell-shaped Pokemon leapt happily in place, not daunted by the large purple blob before it. Swalot towered over the bell, and it was all mouth, the air around it stunk from the poison contained in its stomach.

    “Chingling, start this with a bang! Uproar!” Lynn pointed forward with her one ungloved finger.

    Chingling shook a little and took into the air. With a sharp yelp, the air was filled with a ringing noise from with thin the small pokemon’s body. The blob of purple fat barely seemed phased by the sonic waves, merely holding its position.

    “Stockpile.” Derek commanded, seeming genuinely intent in taking down a small bell. The Swalot puffed itself up and remained in position.

    Leon studied both trainers intently. He seemed less interested in the way Derek was fighting, and more in Lynn’s style. Her next attacks would decide how she would deal with opponents strengthening themselves in combat.

    Lynn whipped her cheek with her thumb. “Lame-o. Chingling, Light Screen, then follow it up with Torment.” The Pokemon glowed with a gentle purple aura that solidified around her before disappearing. She then went back to her trainer and looked her in the eyes. “What’s up Chingling? Something the matter?”

    <You still have the TM, missy,> the bell chimed, <I can’t use Torment. Wanna try something different, or maybe I should just tell him his attacks suck.>

    Leon, who was originally impressed by Lynn’s use of TMs, found himself lost to the idea that a trainer could be scolded by their own Pokemon.

    Lynn put her hands up in front of her. “Fine, fine.” She sighed and over exaggerated sigh. “Use Confusion!”

    <Now that I can do!> The Pokemon wrapped herself in a blue glow and shot forward, tackling the pile of sludge with the might of its psychic powers.

    The Swalot fell over like a rag doll pushed off a building.

    Derek’s jaw hit the floor as fast as the Pokemon hit the ground. Leon suppressed a laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. The crowed applauded Lynn’s performance. She and Chingling both bowed to their adoring fans as Derek pulled another pokeball from his side. “Snover, GO!” A large white and brown pear shaped Pokemon stood in front of Chingling. Perfectly balanced white to brown, it’s who long whip like arms slumped at his side. He was clearly uninterested in battle.

    Lynn held her Pokeball sideways. “Come back Chingling, you get to rest.” Chingling vanished in a red beam as brilliant as the one it came out in. Lynn knocked another pokeball from her side as she placed Chingling’s back. “Quilava, Go for it!” she yelled kicking the ball into the arena. The ball exploded in midair sending the Pokemon within tumbling to the ground in a ball of fire. The Quilava shook itself off and stretched its long body. Padding all four of his cream colored paws on the ground, fire erupted from his back and the top of his head.

    <Do I get to fight, do I, do I?> the volcano Pokemon bounded eagerly eyeing the Snover in front of him. His rich black fur shimmered in the sun, and his big red eyes burned with a passion for battle matched only by Lynn’s.

    ‘He acts more like a dog than an echidna…’ Leon mused, ‘or is the Quilava line mice? You know, I’ve always wondered that, the pokedex really does not go into enough detail.’ He continued to be lost in thought until a chill breeze whipped through his jacket, snapping him back into reality. “What the…?”

    Snover sat shaking violently. The cold air was coming out from around him. Lynn pulled out a sea green device from her backpack and flipped it open. She looked at the double screened device. The top showed her current team of Pokemon, all six of them appeared in good health and looked happy- except for Onix, he never looked happy. She placed her finger on the bottom screen witch instantly buzzed to life. An index of every Pokemon she’d ever seen our caught since she had gotten the pokedex. Over one hundred species catalogued, she wasn’t aiming to complete it to see them all. She wanted to battle them all. The powerful gods of Sinnoh, the flying birds of Jhoto, the sleeping titans of Hoenn, she wanted to engage them all in battle. And, more so than that, she wanted to beat them all.

    Scrolling furiously she finally found Snover down at the bottom of the list. “Snow warning… he makes it cold?”

    Derek laughed. “Not only that, but it’ll start snowing. Once that happens, good luck finding him!” As he closed his mouth, Snover let out a massive blast of winter air and snow. The mist thickened and the frosted bush Pokemon vanished.

    <Not fair, not fair!> whined Quilava jumping up and down furiously.

    “Hey, Quil, calm, breathe. We talked about this, remember? Now, just bust out Sunny Day!”

    Quilava stopped moving and took a breath of the chilled air. <Hey SUNSHINE! Come out, pretty please? I have lots of tasty treats!> the sun spilt the clouds at the promise of treats. The cold air was dried instantly, and Snover was reveled, standing mere inched from Quilava, his fists incased in ice. “Hurry and dodge!” Lynn yelled.

    Quilava leapt into the air, flipped onto his forelegs and pointed his rear jet of flames forward. The Snover’s fists connected with the concrete and froze into place, the dangers of missing an Ice Punch. “Quilava, do us a favor and finish this.” Lynn snapped her fingers. He fell back on all fours and arched his back. “Flame wheel.” Lynn yelled, almost happy to use the attack.

    <Red Hot Roller!> Quilava yelled and curled into a ball. His whole body ignited into a rolling ball of fire as he launched into the air. <You’re too s-l-o-w Snover!> Quilava taunted as his flaming body connected with the Snover’s face. The bush Pokemon fell to the ground, and Quilava landed on the fallen foe’s stomach, striking a pose. <I burn it up baby!>

    Derek clutched the pokeball with such strength it would have broken any thing else, but the strong structure of the pokeball withstood. “You. Are. Kidding. ME!” he bellowed as Snover returned in the ray of return, sending Quilava tumbling to the ground. Despite having one untouched pokeball on his belt, he rushed towards Lynn. “If I can’t beat your Pokemon, then I’ll beat you!” He held up his monstrous fist over Lynn.

    And he was stopped by a body double.

    Leon waved his pointer finger in the air in front of him. “Tisk, tisk, good sir. Did no one ever tell you not to attack women? Ditto, take out the trash!”

    The second Derek rose the original above his head and tossed him into a near by dumpster, sending a small family of Spearow flying in all directions. The second Derek, standing tall, was consumed in a white light. It shrunk down and, in the place where Derek had stood, sat a lump of pink goo with two large black eyes. It said nothing before its trainer returned it to its ball. “That was… that was amazing!” Lynn stammered.

    “ ’Twas nothing.” Leon smiled, flipping his hair. He looked up to a large clock above the fountain. “My my. I’m sorry my dear, but I must take my leave,” he bowed, “perhaps… we shall meet again?” He turned and walked into the crowed that had piled up to watch Lynn’s battle.

    “So, was that all?” A man asked as Leon passed him.

    “What ever do you mean?” Leon replied.

    The man brushed a handful of blue hair out of his eyes. “Don’t play coy,” he laughed, “you know very well what it is I mean.”

    Leon shrugged. “I have places to go. If I’m going to stop to entertain a young lady for the day, that’s my own business.” He walked out of the crowed followed closely by the blue haired man. They both turned into an ally way. “Besides,” Leon placed a pair of glasses on his now green eyes, “what I do is beneficial in the end.” He ran is hands through his short blonde hair and walked off.

    “Damn mime,” the man spat. He flipped open his silver cell phone. “Tell him the Mimic is up to his old tricks.” He closed his eyes and listened to the voice on the other end. “Survival Area? What’s the… ohh, so we’re going for that?” he laughed to himself quietly. “Nothing’s funny sir. Signing off.” He clapped the cell phone shut. “I don’t care what you’re doing ‘Leon,’ I, too, have my own goals to attend to, and if you want no part of them, then so be it.”

    Lynn returned to the Pokemon center at sundown. She enjoyed a dinner with several of the trainers she had battled earlier, offering friendly advice and giving several of them TMs that would benefit Pokemon they had with them. Before turning in for the night, she flipped open her Pokenav, a red and pink device that hung from the right strap on her backpack. She dialed in a number, switched it to speaker and began to change for the night.

    “Kyle, what’s up?” She asked, taking of her white slip on shoes as she lay down on one of the free-to-trainers beds.

    “Lynn? You know, you really should start introducing yourself on the phone more often.” A gentle male voice responded from the other end of the line.

    ”Where are you?” Lynn asked, ignoring his advice.

    ”A little north of Solaceon, why?”

    “You, me, and Ryu, we’re all meeting up there.” She commanded.

    “But I’m…” Kyle began to protest, but the line went dead.

    Kyle stood in a poorly lit cottage by the side of the road. “Damnit, Lynn.” His jacket was strewn on a desk in the corner. It was white with a black cross on the back. His blue shirt was immaculate, and his khaki pants were unwrinkled despite the climbing he had been doing all day. Scratching his arm, he looked down at the sleeping blue penguin like Pokemon at his feet. “Well, Prinplup,” he pushed the Pokemon with his brown shoes. “We have to do what we came to do fast.” The Prinplup stood up, unsteady on its flippers. His green eyes were fogged still with sleep. He scratched his light blue stomach with is fins, paying extra care to four small white circles and looked up to his trainer. Giving Kyle a rude gesture what would have been a rude gesture, if he were a human, or at least had fingers, he sat back down. Kyle shoved his arms into his jacket and picked up a black leather briefcase. Dropping his cell phone into his jacket’s pocket he pulled up the hood with his other hand and kicked open the door. “Operation ‘Find the Masked Trainer’ is go!”

    ~~~

    I love Lynn, I REALY do. She’s personally my favorite of the three protagonists for the first part of the story. Because of the love for Lynn and everything surrounding her, I wrote this chapter a lot longer than I had intended too because I developed her Pokemon. I had a lot of fun writing both the ones that were shown, especially Quilava. I also touched on Kyle, who got a brief mention last chapter, and has the next chapter all to himself. Also, Leon. He’s pretty awesome isn’t he?
    I know Lynn won her battle pretty easy, but she doesn't have three badges for nothing, right?

    Wait, I shouldn’t say I touched on Kyle. That makes it sound like I’m making it with my own characters…
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    i really like it. the begining was hazy to me, but then it got so much better. It was very descriptive. Have u ever considered getting it published?
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    Great chapter. I really do like your characters. The one thing I wondered, though: what happened to Lynn and Leon's date? They just kind of split, not talking to each other at all after the battle.
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    Quote Originally Posted by porygon181 View Post
    Great chapter. I really do like your characters. The one thing I wondered, though: what happened to Lynn and Leon's date? They just kind of split, not talking to each other at all after the battle.
    Oh, there's a very important reason for that, and I'm not just saying that because it's something I totally decided to dump at the last minute to cut the length of the chapter. I actually planed it. It's explained, at least briefly, in Chapter 5, witch is actually turning out to be far more difficult to write than I thought it would be, because it's the chapter that ends up setting several stages and putting all the actors in place.

    And thank you for the character praise. I'm sure you'll like meeting Kyle and the rest of the cast, even the bad guys are cool.


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    really like it. the begining was hazy to me, but then it got so much better. It was very descriptive. Have u ever considered getting it published?
    Thank you. Description's been something I've really been focusing on in this, describing exactly what needs to be, as I can often over or under describe. But publishing? Nah, I've written a few original things, but nothing good enough to warrant the stamp to send to a publishing company.
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    Hey, just got your PM, thanks. as soon as I have some free time I'll give a review
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    Well what can I say, it’s doing good up to now. Only two chapters but a lot have planned out so I can expect to read more every Wednesday was it.

    The pallet of the forest was all green and brown stretching in all directions, save one lone pink bulb in a patch of otherwise green weeds surrounded by high bushes and higher trees. All at once, a boy burst from the bushes towards the flower. “Gotcha, Ivysaur!” He yelled. The flower leapt up. It was attached to the body of a large green quadruped dinosaur. The Pokemon landed opposite of the boy, examining him up and down with its blue eyes. The boy leapt up again and the dinosaur let out a cloud of yellow powder. The boy covered his mouth and eyes and landed perfectly on top of the Pokemon.
    I like this scene; it has really nice imagery. A good forest always seems to calm me.

    Looking down to a watch like device on his wrist, he flipped a few switches and a large area map hovered above it as a hologram
    That is such a cool way to describe how a Pokegear works. I wondered how the guy managed to see a map on such a small screen.

    “Wingul, come on, help me out!”
    That should be Wingull.

    if you don’t help us out, we’re going to die here and be eaten by Pidgey
    So true, vicious things they are.

    she’s got a good head on her shoulders when it comes to what is. And then there’s Kyle, he’s a nice guy, a little weird though. He’s got a good head on his shoulders
    You used the phrase ‘good head on his/her shoulders’ twice here; surely there are better ways to describe intelligence. You could have said ‘Kyle, he’s a pretty smart guy, a bit weird though.’ To forgo the repetition.

    She closed the door and looked at the mushroom she had left on the counter. “I’ve been forced to take my own way out of this prison.”

    That night, her mother’s illness ended, as did her life. All reports said that Sylvia’s mother had died of her illness. The entire estate was left to the girl, who turned around and sold it to the first bidder. Her blue eyes flashed with a new determination.
    Ooh, aint she a crazy psycho b***h. Killed her own mother to go out and train pokemon. But you can probably argue that she was ‘ending her mothers pain.’ Without her knowledge. Crazy.

    Her skort was styled differently
    I believe you mean ‘skirt’.

    His simile was the same blindingly white color as his hair
    I believe you meant ‘smile’.

    Derek’s jaw hit the floor as fast as the Pokemon hit the ground
    Well, his Swalot sucked. How did he beat four gyms with that? One confusion took it down.

    The crowed applauded Lynn’s performance
    That should be ‘crowd’.

    the flying birds of Jhoto
    That is ‘Johto’.

    and Snover was reveled, standing mere inched from Quilava
    that is ‘revealed’ and it should be ‘mere inches’.

    “If I can’t beat your Pokemon, then I’ll beat you!” He held up his monstrous fist over Lynn.
    He lost a battle so he decided to beat a girl up, his mother must be very proud of him.

    walked into the crowed
    Same mistake as before. ‘crowd’

    Overall it was an enjoyable read. It had action in the form of pokemon battles, a bit one sided, Lynn is starting to look quite perfect, it had murder and it had older guys with seemingly different agendas.

    Ryu seems like a pretty cool character. He obviously likes his pokemon and he doesn’t seem like a perfect, “I can do no wrong!” kinda guy. Showing a sign of weakness, a weak stomach, was a good idea to show that. I like the way he also helps people, or is that shamelessly flirt with girls.

    I can see it going somewhere, but I don’t know the general area of the somewhere, although it does have a story that will be nice to pick up on as it develops.

    Only having one paragraph, Kyle has been hard to think of who he might be, all we know is that he’s gay, has a Prinplup and is a neat freak. Wonder who this masked trainer is.

    Anyway, I will say that I would like to keep on reading if your willing to keep on writing, spelling mistakes aside, I would give this overall, 7/10, keeping in mind that it is only the beginning and nothing has really had any time to do anything.

    Well done to you.
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    Well, with that out of the way


    THREE WAYS
    CHAPTER 3
    Freiheit ist ueberall zu finden, aber ich bin ausgerechnet hier

    “Freedom is everywhere, but I am here. Free me, oh mighty gods, from the shackles of black and white.”

    Kyle brushed his long brown bangs back behind his ears. Looking carefully through his binoculars, the route seemed quiet. Nothing moved, and nothing made noises outside of the quiet snoring of the sleeping Prinplup beside him. He bit into a chocolate bar he found in his jacket pocket. He wasn’t one hundred percent sure what he was looking for. Just a well dressed man wearing a pearl white mask in the shape of a Ninetales. Kyle slumped down onto his knees, squatting was getting too painful. Looking at his Poketch, he took a note of the time- half past one in the morning. It felt like it had only been an hour ago he was on the phone with Lynn. Clearly the boredom was driving him mad.

    Prinplup shifted a little in his sleep. His fins were waving in the air, causing Kyle to laugh at the absurdity of his Pokemon. He stopped as quickly as he had started. A pearl white flash caught his eye on the path. There he was. The Masked Trainer who roamed the path defeating trainers unlucky enough to be on the path at night. “Let’s go Prinplup!” Kyle yelled, jumping down from his perch. Prinplup gave his trainer a glazed look, and then proceeded to return to sleep. “Prinplup!” Kyle yelled. Prinplup sat up, gave the trainer the look again, and lay back down. “Prinplup, you are KILLING ME!” Kyle grabbed the penguin by a flipper and dragged it along the road. “Stop right there!” Kyle yelled, attempting to sound as cool as he could while dragging a two and a half foot tall fifty pound sack of lazy penguin behind him.

    The trainer came to a halt and looked back at Kyle. Both stood equally tall, just under six feet tall, and were able to look into each other’s eyes. “You are…?” The trainer asked in a cool voice.

    “Kyle Fredrick Taylor.” He proudly proclaimed, slamming his free fist into his chest. ‘That looked cool’ he though, ‘but it hurt.’ He rubbed the spot over his heart.

    “Kyle Fredrick Taylor? Why are you here?”

    Kyle pointed his fingers forward. “To stop you, the trainer terrorizing the night roads.”

    The thief applauded him. “Spend long on that speech, did you?”

    ”Yes, actually, I did.”

    The masked trainer applauded again. “Then,” he paused for a second in an attempt to build up drama, “you wish to battle me?”

    Kyle nodded.

    “Very well. I shall begin. Koffing! I choose you!” The masked trainer threw a Pokeball from inside his sleeve. From it emerged Koffing, a large ball of a Pokemon with two large eyes. It floated in front of his trainer, spewing gas out of pours all over his body.

    “Prinplup, your time to shine is now!” He tossed the blue bird forward. Prinplup tumbled several times before coming to a stop with his butt in the air and his face in the mud.

    <Words that I could use to describe you would be censored by everyone,> the penguin spat, righting itself. It held its two flippers in front of him like two swords. <Bring it> he taunted.

    The masked trainer took in a single shallow breath looking across at Kyle. “You have beautiful eyes, Kyle Fredrick Taylor,” he laughed. “I only see that shade blue in the purest opals.”

    Kyle brushed more hair from in front of his eyes. “That’s not the first time I’ve had that line used on me. The last guy didn’t get a date either.” Kyle pointed his finger forward, “Prinplup, Water Gun!”

    Prinplup’s gut swelled up with water. Sending it rocketing out of his beak, the pressure pushed him back in the mud, eventually causing him to slip onto his back. Koffing had been sent spinning back by the force, but his trainer was too busy laughing at his opponent to notice. “That is how you deliver Justice?” he snorted, “If that’s the case, I can see why you’d be stalking trainers in the dark. You couldn’t stand to have anyone see you during the day light!”

    Kyle let his hair fall back over his eyes. “What did you say?”

    “Basically, I said you’re a looser.”

    “Prinplup…” Kyle fumed, his eyes burning with the same passion as Lynn’s “return.” He shot Prinplup’s Pokeball forward; the red light absorbed his Pokemon as he reached for his second ball. “I’ll show you Justice. Growlithe, GO!”

    His Pokemon roared out of its ball. His coat was fiery orange with black striped along his back and legs. Its bushy white tail matched the fur on his chest and poking between his ears. Its eyes were black, and glistened with a refined power. <Kept you waiting, master? I apologize for taking so long.>

    Koffing returned to his original location, its head spinning from the water gun. Its trainer pointed his fingers forward like a gun. “Sludge!” Koffing spat a dark purple pile of gunk from its mouth.

    “Burn it away!” Kyle shouted. Growlithe spat a small ball of flames at the sludge pile, burning it away. “Follow it up with Fire Fang!”

    Growlithe bowed his head. <I shall do as you command, sir!> He opened his mouth and bore his sharp white fangs. All at once, his fangs burst into flames as he ran forward at a terrifying speed. He leapt at the gas ball Pokemon with ferocious speed and bit down hard, the flames from his teeth exploding around the pokemon’s body as it floated softly to the ground. Growlithe backed away assured of his victory.

    The thief snickered. “Koffing, use your death move, Self Destruct!”

    Kyle gasped in horror as Koffing exploded, consuming his Growlithe in the blast. “Growlithe? Growlithe! GROWLITHE!?” Kyle yelled as the smoke cleared.

    Growlithe kneeled, its front paws down flat, its back legs fell down to their knees. <I … I will not fall. Master Kyle, I will continue to fight for you.>

    Kyle let out a deep sigh of relief. “No, you don’t Growlithe. Rest, I don’t want to see you harmed.” He returned the dog to its pokeball.

    Both trainers grabbed their next pokeball. “Sneasel!” The masked trainer tossed the pokeball forward. A black Pokemon emerged, standing on two thin legs. Its red eyes stared at Kyle’s pokeball as it ascended into the air. Its red tail feathers shook with excitement.

    “Slowpoke!”

    The thief laughed as the pink Pokemon emerged from its ball. She sat dully on four legs, its tail down in the mud, her eyes vacantly forward. “Are you suicidal? You can not win with that thing!”

    Kyle waved his finger in front of him. “Never say never.”

    “I didn’t” the thief pointed out.

    “You didn’t? Ah well, forget that then. I’m still going to win with this: Slowpoke, Trick Room!”

    The vacant expression in his Slowpoke’s eyes was replaced with a new found determination as they glowed with a powerful pink light.

    “Stop him Sneasel!” The masked trainer panicked. The black Pokemon sped forward, but it was far too late. The air around them swirled upwards. Kyle felt a familiar turning in his stomach. A vortex of wind formed around the fighters. Sneasel’s speed slowed to a dull movement, it’s previously blinding speed was gone.

    Kyle laughed. “I know how to get under my opponents skin,” he taunted, “and using Slowpoke to mess with you is just another way to do it.”


    Slowpoke looked right at Sneasel, who refused to stop moving. <You shall be met with justice.> She whispered.

    Kyle pointed forward and flipped his hair, “Head but!” Slowpoke shot forward and smashed her head into Sneasel, sending it sky high. “Water Pulse!” Slowpoke wrapped herself in blue light as several rings of water ascended from where she stood. “Finish it… Iron Tail!” Slowpoke launched herself up into the air as her tail glowed in silver light.

    <Taste Justice!> She yelled, slamming the tail into Sneasel’s shocked face. Sneasel fell to the ground as the air around them returned to normal. The ice Pokemon attempted to stand, but could barely lift its head.

    “Clever, Kyle,” the thief scoffed, returning the Pokemon to its pokeball. “But I’ve still got one more Pokemon.” The Thief produced one last pokeball from within his vest. “Ninetales, go!”

    Sparks flew into the air as the pokeball opened. A pure white fox stood on four legs, nine elegant tails whipping behind it. The pokemon’s eyes seemed to pierce right into Kyle’s soul. <You… have much still to learn.>

    Kyle gulped and took a step back. “C-come back Slowpoke.” He reached to his side and fumbled for his next ball. His hands moved awkwardly up to the holster on his jacket. He pinned Slowpoke’s pokeball back into place and grabbed the one to the left. “Go!” He tossed the ball into the air. The red light poured onto the ground, and from it emerged a small egg- like Pokemon. The shell of its egg still seemed to hug its body, tiny arms and legs poking out. Its head was rounded like the egg, with several tiny spikes around the top. Its small black eyes looked around the field in excitement. “Wait, Togepi, no!”

    The thief let out a cackling laugh. “Boy, you’ve made the biggest mistake of your life. First you get intimidated by my Ninetales, now you can’t even tell your balls apart. You’ve lost this round.” He watched Kyle attempt to shake himself back into his previous composition. “Ninetales, end this. Fire Blast!” Flames erupted from Nintales’ mouth. The flames took the shape of a human, and sped at Togepi.

    “Togepi, hurry, Protect!” Kyle was on the verge of panic, he had to get an opening to get Togepi out of the fight before it got hurt. The fire ball hit the green shell that surrounded Togepi and vanished. “Now, Togepi… try… Metronome!” The small Pokemon wiggled her arms slowly back and forth.

    “Ninetales, another Fire Blast… now!”

    Togepi raised her arms into the air as the fireball consumed it. Kyle fell to his knees. “Togepi!?” he yelled. An all too familiar howl responded from the flames. Absorbing the fires into his body, Growlithe stood. “Baton Pass! Togepi used Baton Pass and switched places with you, is that right? Then you used Flash Fire and absorbed the fire and healed yourself.” Kyle let out a sigh of relief. “Alright Growlithe,” He stood back up and brushed the dirt off his khakis, “Let’s finish this!”

    <Yes master. This man has caused us much trouble, we shall stop him!> Growlithe bent itself low and launched at Ninetales.

    “Growlithe, these are your orders: Do not let Ninetales get an opening to attack!” Kyle snapped his fingers and Growlithe planted itself in front of the elegant white fox and began to claw at it. The opponent seemed unfazed and sent its attacker flying back with a mighty whip of a single tail. “Or… you can get violently beaten back! That works too, Growlithe!”

    The masked trainer laughed. The Ninetales stared at Kyle. Growlithe lay in pain on the ground. ‘What the hell can I do?’ He closed his eyes and started to breathe slowly. ‘What would Ryu do?’



    “Kyle, hey, Kyle watch this!” Ryu held a pokeball in his hands. The pokeball was pure white except for a red stripe on its equator.

    “Ryu! That’s the Captain’s Pokemon! You can’t use that, he’ll kill you!” Kyle protested.

    Both boys were the same age- a little over nine years old. Ryu’s black bandana was tied over his hair, and Kyle’s hair was cut short over his ears. “If I get caught, I’ll make sure you don’t get into any trouble with your folks.” Ryu smiled. “’sides, none of the other trainers in town are gonna take care of that thing. Someone has to!”

    “Ryu! You’re not even a trainer!” Kyle was adamant about not letting Ryu use the Captain’s prized Pokemon, no matter what.

    “Hmm? Kyle, what’s wrong? You sound really… mean.”

    Kyle flinched. “Mean? I don’t think you should be stealing, that’s all.”

    “Stealing? Dude, I’m going to give it right back, and it’s for the good of the village.” Ryu countered.

    “But stealing is…it’s what bad guys do!”

    “Do I look like a bad guy, Kyle?” Ryu put his hand on Kyle’s shoulders. “Look, we have a fire Pokemon attacking the village, so I borrowed the Capitan’s water Pokemon while he’s out at sea. He won’t be back for a long time, we’ll have it safely back by then.” Kyle looked down at the ground. “Look, I know you have things you believe, but not everything is that simple. I’m stealing to help people. You see how that’s not a bad thing?”

    Kyle could hardly speak. “I… fine. Let’s go.”


    “Ryu… I never expected you to help me like that. You’re a smart guy, gotta remember that.” Kyle returned Growlithe to his Pokeball. “Masked Trainer! I will let you go free if you submit now.”

    “Me? Submit? To YOU? Fat chance.”

    “Then… I’m not going to let you go free.” He grabbed a pokeball; this time to the right of Slowpoke’s, spun around and tossed it high into the air. “Prinplup, if you want to prove yourself to the world, this is your time!”

    Prinplup landed, this time perfectly on both flippered feet. <Prove myself? To who?>

    “Tomorrow, we’re meeting both Lynn and Ryu for the first time in months; don’t you want to show them how strong you’ve become? Take out a Ninetales. You’ll have more bragging rights than any of their Pokemon, even Quilava, who I’m sure Lynn’s forced into battling some crazy stuff.”

    <Bragging rights, eh?> Prinplup turned and faced Nintales, <Sorry Foxy, you’re not walking out of here in anything else but a pokeball that won’t open.>

    “That trash talking Prinplup is getting on my nerves!” The thief growled. “Ninetales, quick attack!” Ninetales rushed forward, and, when it was mere inches from Prinplup, it slipped and fell in the same mud Prinplup had landed in earlier.

    <I… would feel bad for you,> Prinplup feigned concern, <but… it gives me the perfect opportunity to do this.> Prinplup leapt into the air.

    “Prinplup, Drill Peck!” Prinplup spun in the air and smashed, beak first, into Ninetales’ exposed underbelly, sending it flying back into its trainer.

    A pearl white Ninetales masked rolled out of the pile of trainer and Pokemon. Kyle walked over and picked it up in his left hand, his right on Prinplup’s head. “Give it up. You know as well as I you can’t win now.”

    A girl’s voice came out from behind the Ninetales. “Damnit!” She stood up and grabbed her mask from Kyle. She had pale green eyes and short black hair. “Do you feel good about yourself for picking on a girl, Mister Justice?”

    Kyle took a step back. “But, a girl, you're” he stammered.

    The girl put her mask back on. “By the way,” she said, in a male’s voice, “My name is Elizabeth Garland! I’m sure we’ll meet again Kyle Fredrick Taylor.” She tossed down a smoke bomb and vanished.

    “Girls… are weird.” Kyle nodded looking down at Prinplup.

    <You’re weird.> Prinplup retorted.

    Kyle scratched the back of his head and yawned. “Well, Lynn told us to meet up at Solaceon.” He checked his Poketch. “Today. We’re not too far off. I say we go there and rest.”

    Prinplup nodded. <Resting is always good with me.>

    “I know it is.” Kyle shrugged. “C’mon. We got some ground to cover before Lynn yells a blue streak at us when we’re late.”

    Kyle turned on his heels and walked slowly, Prinplup waddling behind him.

    ~~~~
    I think you can tell I tackled some of this chapter while I was half asleep. Kyle, yeah, he’s pretty cool. A lot of fun to write. Expect to see Elizabeth again, I like her character. Prinplup's my second favorite Pokemon, just behind Quilava, out of the ones I've shown so far. Kyle's Slowpoke's right up there too.
    In progression news, keeping the new found input from Diddy in mind, I'm starting work on Chapter 7, slightly editing 6, and doing a little retooling in 4 and 5. 7 is actually hitting me with a bit of block, but being sick all day gave me some time to think and I'm good to go.
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    NOTE: This chapter contains the first instance of "Strong Language." It's one word in one line.
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    With Those Who Share Your Fate

    “Friends are a nice thing to have aren’t they? Someone you can laugh with, cry with, someone who knows all your secrets and stories. Yes, friends are nice to have. I hope nothing ever happens to them.”



    Lynn sat at a table, her head looking over a menu. “Hmm…” her fingers tapped on the table. The waiter tapped his foot angrily.

    Ryu adjusted the strap on his burlap sack on the other side of the street when suddenly the waiter’s voice tore through the air. “It’s been three hours already, order something God Damnit!” he screamed.

    Ryu’s head turned towards the source of the yelling. “I only know one person in the world who can do that.” He took his bandana off his head and tied it back on his arm. Looking both ways first, he ran across the street to the source of the scream and found Lynn holding the waiter by his collar. “Lynn!" he ran up to her, but quickly noticed the waiter in her grasp. "Put him down! What did he ever do to you?”

    Lynn dropped the waiter and turned to face Ryu. “Put WHO down?” she asked. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She threw her arm over his shoulder. “Come with me. Walk and talk. Walk and talk.”

    Ryu looked back at the waiter clamoring to his feet as they rounded the corner. “So, what was that all about?”

    “Nothing.” Lynn defended. “Tell me Ryu, what’s new with you. You’ve got a bunch of badges by now. I’m sure you’ve got ten or twenty Pokemon too!”

    “I only have the Forest Badge still.” He laughed, “And only five Pokemon.”

    Lynn stopped walking. “We’ve been at this for five months. You’ve got to at least have some power houses on you!”

    Ryu stopped and pulled his pokedex from his pocket. His was horizontal, like Lynn’s, but lacked a second screen. He touched a green button in the middle of a pokeball shaped spinner and his team was displayed on the screen. “Ivysaur, Wingull, Kricketune, Sheildon, and Teddiursa.” He said, showing her the screen.

    “Quilava, Chingling, Murkrow, Onix, Luxio, and Riolu.” She listed. “With three badges safely under my belt. Wait, wait, wait. Where’d you get Sheildon?”

    “Helped this dude in The Underground, he gave me a fossil.” Ryu shrugged. “Then science took it from there.”

    Lynn sighed. “Well, you seen Kyle? He was the closest to the city; it’s not like him to be late.”

    “Did you tell him what time to meet us?” Ryu asked putting the pokedex back in his pocket.

    “Yes I did… not. No I did not.” Lynn’s voice went flat. “Stop pointing out my mistakes Ryu, it’s a pain in the butt when you do!”

    “Sorry,” Ryu began, “It’s not my fault you make so many of them.”

    Lynn punched Ryu in the stomach. “Alright, so, Operation Find Kyle is go!”

    Ryu lay on the ground coughing, “Watch the stomach! We can just ask people if they’ve seen him. We don’t need a complicated operation!”

    “Yes we do. Now, what do we know Kyle can’t resist?”

    “Stopping criminals and watching good Pokemon battles?”

    “Right, so what do we have to do?”

    “But Lynn, where are we gonna find criminals in broad daylight?”

    “The only mistake I’ve made recently is talking to you.” Lyn sighed. “No, we have a Pokemon battle!”

    “Ah, that’s a good idea! I don’t like looking for criminals anyway; they’re sneaky sons-of-guns.” Ryu stood up and brushed himself off. “The rural part of town’s completely empty space! We can find someplace there, I bet.”

    Ryu and Lynn took off down the street. The greater area of the town, where a few large businesses had office buildings, vanished behind them into the rural area of town. The houses were all simple and wooden, and several were on or near farms. The area’s trademarked Breeding Center was overloaded with new breeding students and Trainers giving their Pokemon to the elderly couple that ran it so they could raise their Pokemon while the trainers went on their paths. Lynn skidded to a halt in front of a large grove. She could see a clearing within. ‘Not good enough. Too many trees in the way, it won’t get attention.’ They kept going.

    Finally, an empty pasture presented itself. The farm house was empty, and the grass was a bit over grown, but an arena was an arena.

    “Alright, Lynn, it’s been awhile since we’ve gone head to head!” Ryu smiled digging into his burlap sack for his Pokeballs. “I’m not gonna go easy on ya’.”

    “Please Ryu; I should be saying that to you. Let’s go.” Ryu tossed his ball into the air, Lynn kicked hers in her trademarked style.

    “Ivysaur, go!”

    “Riolu, start!”

    Both pokeballs exploded in showers of red light. Ivysaur landed with his blue eyes staring forward just over the grass. His pink bulb was high, and he stood with a posture that begged someone to fight him.

    Riolu landed perfectly on both of its black paw like feet. She had a puff of blue fur at the top her legs, a blue tail sticking out. Her torso was thin and black with a single stud of a spike poking out. Both her blue arms were held in front of her, two studs similar to the one on her chest on the back of her paws. Her head was small, and she had two large eyes, her red cornea staring at Ivysaur from across the field. Her tiny blue ears wiggled as did two black Aura Sensors on the side of her head.

    Ryu whistled. “Alright Ivysaur, you won’t be able to hide from this thing, you know why right?”

    <I'm sorry, I think I skipped that class.>

    “Don’t be a smart mouth. Riolu can read Aura. It’s basically your life force. We’ll have to do our best to outsmart it, but it won’t be easy.” ‘I just hope you remember what I taught you.’

    Lynn took the initiative. “Riolu, Force Palm!” The small Pokemon leapt into the air and did a flip.

    <I’ll show you!> Her palm glowed with a bright red light.

    Ryu watched the Pokemon descend. Ten feet. Nine. Eight. Seven. Ryu pressed his thumb and ring finger together. Five. Four. Three. He snapped. Ivysaur shot a blast of blue powder into the air. Riolu took in a deep breath of the powder and fell to the ground.

    “What was THAT?” Lynn gasped.

    “Ivysaur knows witch two fingers I snap together. By perfecting that, we’ve developed the perfect strategy.” Ryu and Ivysaur nodded in unison. “That was Sleep Powder.” He explained further, “and Riolu just got a nice big breath of it.” He pointed to the sleeping fighter. “That was how we stopped its aura vision.”

    Lynn slammed her hand into her face. “Of course. Why didn’t I realize a guy like you would try to slow me down? It was a clever plan, I’ll give you that much.” She began to reach into her backpack. “It’s your old strategy Ryu: Slow them down then see what they do.”

    A man with short blonde hair walked out of the clearing Lynn passed by just moments ago. He had his left hand was in the pocket of a pair of black pants, his right hand was in the pocket of a white vest over a red dress shirt digging for something. He pulled out a cell phone and brought it up to his ears. His green eyes darted around behind his glasses; no one was looking at him. ‘Good,’ he thought to himself, ‘I’m not explaining why I can appear from nowhere.’ He brushed off his vest as a voice came over the other line. The voice was calm, almost quiet and poetic in the way its spoke. It was a male’s voice, but it had a gentle, almost feminine quality to it. “Nigel, reporting in,” the blonde man started, “I’ve arrived at the target location.”

    “Nigel? Is that your name now? Very well, remember the mission. You’re only to investigate the Ruins. Do not get involved unnecessarily like you did last time.” The voice scolded.

    “Still your tongue, Angelo.” Nigel snapped back, his voice a low growl in contrast to the gentle one he had been using. Quickly regaining his composure, he returned to the conversation at hand. “And I trust the equipment at your end is functioning.”

    “I upgraded Virgo’s transfer system just last night.” Angelo laughed at the other end. “I did it myself.”

    “And what am I to do if I encounter resistance?”

    “Silence them as quickly and quietly as possible.” Angelo responded. “Leave no evidence either. Angelo signing out.” The line went silent.

    Nigel placed his cell phone back in his vest pocket. “Quickly and quietly… that’s just not my style.” He walked slowly into the woods towards what appeared to be a large mountain. As he approached, he could see an entrance way carved into the mountain. He took a deep breath and walked in.

    The walls were dusty. The old stones that composed the walls were eroding away; however, black carvings that sat on the wall remained completely untouched by time.

    Voiced filled his head, “Cursed one!” They screamed. “Ye belong to neither race!” “Get out; get out of our holy grounds!” “You should not exist!” “Kill him! Everyone! Kill him!”

    The carvings on the wall seemed to come to life. Eyes popped out of the carvings in the shape of the twenty six letters. Each eye glared at him. There were hundreds of them.

    “Get the hell out of my way, little bastards,” Nigel growled.

    “Ye shall not pass, ye shall not pass!” they all chanted, their voices seemed to go directly into his brain.

    “Fine, if you won’t let me go… I’ll tear through you all!” He threw two pokeballs out of his vest, “Jynx, Electrivire, swat these pests!”


    Riolu flipped back, barely managing to dodge the flurry of razor sharp leaves being shot out by Ivysaur. She already had several cuts on her small body where she had been hit. <Blast! That powder he shot at me is still affecting my Aura vision!> Suddenly, Riolu tripped. Looking back at her trapped foot, she saw what she thought was a root. She believed that until it wrapped itself completely around her ankle and raised her high into the air.

    “Ryu! Who taught you so well?” Lynn laughed. “You definitely weren’t this good last time.”

    Ivysaur slammed Riolu’s tiny body into the ground below. “The Capitan taught me everything I know about Pokemon Battles. I’m just better at implementing it now!”

    Riolu struggled to her feet. <Please, stay down.> Ivysaur said, retracting his vine. < I don’t think it’d be nice to beat you up more.>

    Riolu fell to her knees. <I know when I’ve been bested.>

    Lynn recalled Riolu to her Pokeball and placed it back on her side. “Ok Ryu, I won’t let that plan work again. Go!” She kicked another pokeball.


    Kyle rolled over in his sleep. He hadn’t intended to sleep as late as he had, it was well past eleven in the morning, but he was exhausted from the night before. His pokeballs lay on the table beside him on top of his briefcase. They had been placed there by the Center attendant earlier that morning. She had taken care not to wake him. He was finally starting to wake up with the increase of noise that came from trainers arriving in the middle of the day. He sat up with his feet on the floor and patted his hair down. His shirt and jacket were folded in his briefcase. He opened it, placed his pokeballs inside and took out a towel. He stumbled across the room and made his way into the bathroom. Flipping on the light he looked in the mirror and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. The room was a bright white, enough to snap someone awake when they entered first thing in the morning, and had pink tile along the wall. The shower curtain was black, with a second fogged one behind it, for the utmost privacy. Kyle threw the shower curtains back, turned on the hot water and began to undo his belt. Kicking his discarded clothes to the corner near the door, he stepped into the steaming shower and closed the curtain behind him. ‘I’ll have to meet them later,’ Kyle thought to himself, grabbing a bar of soap, ‘this is the first hot shower I’ve had in ages.’

    Lynn scanned the crowed that had formed to watch the battle. None of them were Kyle. She bit her upper lip; both she and Ryu were running out of Pokemon. Ryu’s Sheildon was holding her own easily against her massive rock snake Onix, but she didn’t know how long either Pokemon could hold out. Onix gave Sheildon a half hearted smack with its tail. <Why bother fighting? We’re all going to be beaten at some point.>

    <Oh would you shut up? If I have to deal with any more of your over depressed rambling I’ll kick your nonexistent a-->

    “Sheildon!” Ryu interrupted “What have I told you about your language?” he shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. Iron Head!”

    Sheildon’s giant armor plated head glowed silver as she pushed herself into the air. She smashed her head into Onix’s, sending the titanic rock snake into the grass. <At last, I know the sweet release of defeat!>

    <I said shut up!> Sheildon yelled, ramming herself into Onix once more for good measure.

    Lynn rubbed her eyes as Onix returned itself to his Pokeball. “Oh… oh my head.” ‘Why did I get the depressed one? Seriously, I didn’t even know Pokemon could BE depressed.’ She rolled her shoulders and cracked her neck. “Ok, Onix is a tiny bit weird.” She traced her finger along her remaining two pokeballs. ‘Ryu’s gotten good. Not just good, he’s gotten really good. I wonder what’s been driving him, he never woulda done this much damage to me before.’ She unhooked a pokeball and let it fall to the ground. “Quilava!” She kicked it into the air.

    Quilava rolled into the flattened grass from where Onix had fallen, <Show time!> he said, bouncing in front of Sheildon.

    <Are all of you freaks?> Sheildon snapped.

    Quilava flinched. <You… you don’t have to be mean!> He sniffled. He began to pad his feet at a patch of reveled dirt and hid himself underground.

    “Quilava! Come on, don’t do this to me.” Lynn sighed heavily.

    <She’s a Meany, and I don’t want to look at her!>

    “Quilava!”

    Quilava burst out of the ground behind Sheildon. <Gotcha!> he smiled, sending out a spinning vortex of flames from his back. Sheildon flinched in the heat of the flames.

    <You freak! I can’t move!> She yelled.

    Quilava attempted to shrug, but, being a quadruped, he failed. <This freak just outsmarted you. Survival of the fittest.> He smirked at the struggling dinosaur. <Come on; just evolve something to get out. Wait, you guys stopped evolving, that’s why you’re extinct, plate face.>

    <You want Evolution?> Sheildon yelled back, <I’ll give you Evolution!>

    She was instantly consumed in a pure white light. Her form expanded outwards, her height increased four times over, her mass doubling. . The shape of her rounded face plate became bumpy and jagged. Sharp shells formed around her rounding feet. With a loud roar, the light exploded away from her, sending a shockwave around the field, sending several on lookers onto their buttocks, flattening the grass, and blowing Quilava back to Lynn’s side.

    Four sharp teeth protruded out of her mouth, on both sides of her eyes. Her body was now heavily armored. Her face shield had small orange spots on it, the same color as her body. Two horns jutted out from the side of her nose over her eyes, and a sharp ridge traveled along her back.

    “That was the best come back ever.” Ryu stammered. He’d only seen one other evolution before in his life, and that was Bulbasaur’s evolution into Ivysaur. It had been far less dramatic, there was far less light, and his size only increased while the bulb on its back reveled the budding flower. He remembered being thrilled at the evolution of his starter, spending the day laughing in a euphoric high. Now, he felt almost afraid of the titan in front of him.

    Lynn grabbed her Pokedex out of her pocket and flipped it open. She pointed a small blue camera lenses at the newly evolved Pokemon. “Pokemon Analysis complete.” A robotic voice from with in the pokedex stated. “Name: Bastiodon. Little information is known about this Pokemon at this time. It lived thousands of years ago, and is presumed to have used its face as a shield.” The pokedex displayed a picture of fossils from archeological sites. “No proper pictures are available. However, scientists in the Kanto, and more recently, Sinnoh regions have made large advancements in fossil resurrection, and may soon be able to show us how Bastiodon would behave.”

    Lynn glared at the screen. “You don’t know how it would BEHAVE?” She looked up at Ryu. “This thing doesn’t know what you’re new Pokemon can do!”

    “I don’t know what my new Pokemon can do!” Ryu countered. “I’m just going to wing it!”

    Lynn had heard those words once before, back when she and Ryu first battled before leaving Snowpoint together. Kyle had officiated, and all the townspeople gathered to watch them. The three new trainers had received their Pokemon the day before, but held off on leaving so they could begin to bond with their starters. Lynn had spent the night studying everything she could about Cyndaquil, their habits, their likes and dislikes, and any attack they could use. Ryu had spent the night watching old movies with his Bulbasaur, and Kyle and Piplup fell asleep from the excitement of the day.

    Ryu had opened strong, but he didn’t know what he could do with his Pokemon. Bulbasaur was exposed the whole time, and the poor reptile had been slowed down by the freezing air. Cyndaquil, kept warm by a natural inner fire, beat Ryu and Bulbasaur almost effortlessly. She always had scolded Ryu that he needed to study up on Pokemon more, but could she really blame him for not knowing how to use a Pokemon that should be extinct? ‘At least this time he has an excuse if I beat him.’ She sighed.

    “Fine, Ryu. Just give it your all, that’s all I ask.” She pointed forward. “Go Quilava!”

    <Nu-uh. I’m not going near that thing. Can you see its face? It’ll eat me!>

    “Its teeth are round, Quilava. That means it’s a vegetarian.”

    <Even worse! She’ll ground me up then she’ll swallow me!>

    “Fine, stay out of this round.” She freed another pokeball and let it fall. “Ryu, I’m recalling Quilava ‘cause he’s a big chicken. I’m using you, Luxio!” she kicked the pokeball forward.

    A four legged hound of a Pokemon landed in the flat grass. Almost the entire back half of his body was covered in jet black fur, save his ankles and paws. It brushed out on the back where a whip like tail swished back and fourth, an intimidating four pointed star on the end. The upper half of his body had a rich blue coat with two yellow rings on his front legs, electricity cracking through them. His head was covered in the same black fur as his back half, save the area round his eyes and his snout. His pink nose sniffed the air around him. His yellow eyes darted back and forth looking from the crowed, to Ryu, to Bastiodon, to the clouds, and back to the crowed before repeating the cycle. His big ears turned towards any and all noise as soon as he heard it. Bastiodon’s slow breathing, the crowd’s chatter- his ears paid the closest attention to them.

    Bastiodon ran forward, but her new size caught her off guard, causing her to trip, sending a rolling ball of metal and dinosaur at the wolf like opponent. <Crimedy.> Luxio spat watching the Pokemon tumble forward. <What good is Evolution if you can’t control yourself?> He leapt up and over the ball, allowing Bastiodon to careen safely into the open field. <Come, fight Me.> Luxio taunted as Bastiodon struggled back onto her feet. <I am nothing like that coward Quilava over there!>

    Quilava took an offensive stance and started yelling. < I CAN hear you, you know.>

    Nigel lay on the ground, his eyes fogged; his glasses lay on the ground feet away from him. “Damn those…” he struggled to his feet, “Unowns…” A gentle ringing began to come from his pocket. He pulled out his cell phone and flipped it open. “V… Nigel.”

    “Nigel, you never called in.” a cold female voice came in from the other end. Nigel flinched at the sound.

    “My apologies, Lydia.” He snarled. “I was out cold.”

    “Sleeping on the job?”

    ”Knocked unconscious on the job.” He defended. “Either way, I have all the pictures of the scriptures and I’m getting out of this hell hole.”

    “Whatever,” Lydia said, “I’m taking a Pieces fleet out to hunt down clues we’ve gotten about that Pokemon. Angelo already took Gemini out to Stark Mountain, and you’ve got the scriptures.” Nigel could hear typing on the other end of the line. “Return as soon as you can. I know Scorpio isn’t the fastest ship in the fleet, but I want you back here ASAP.”

    Nigel had the phone away from his ear after the mention of Angelo’s name and slammed it shut. “Forget Angelo,” he spat and began the long trek back to the surface. One thing rung in his mind, a line he had read in the scriptures taking pictures of them: ‘A line man must never Cross.’



    Kricketune fell in front of Quilava. <Victory!> Quilava yelled, running up to Lynn. <I did good, huh?>

    Lynn hoisted up Quilava under his front legs, “Good? You did excellent!” she praised.

    Ryu tossed Kricketune’s pokeball into his burlap sack. “I still don’t know how you managed to beat Bastiodon,” he said.

    “Me neither. I think the fact that she still wasn’t used to her new body helped though.” She felt a pang of remembrance to their first battle. “Hey, let’s head to the Center. You can’t walk around with a team of beaten Pokemon.” She smiled.

    Ryu nodded and walked shoulder to shoulder with Lynn on the way back to the Pokemon Center. Several members of the crowed followed them, asking for battle advice, about their Pokemon, and, most often, if they could see Bastiodon close up. One man even offered Ryu a large sum of money for the Pokemon, “It’s not every day someone gets to see a living fossil up close!” he claimed.

    “She’s not for sale.” He replied bluntly as the sliding glass doors of the Pokemon center closed between him and the man.

    Kyle combed his hair for the possibly millionth time after he pulled on his shirt. This one was much tighter than his other one, blue with a gold star in the middle. He tossed on his jacket as he came down the steps. He could here lively chatter coming from the kitchen-dining room area. A boy and girl, about his age, he figured. He stood just outside the doorway to make sure he wouldn’t invade a private conversation.

    “I’m still mad Kyle didn’t show up,” The female voice started, “I would think that Evolution would have brought him running.”

    Kyle’s palm hit his face loudly. He turned the corner and found Lynn and Ryu sitting at the table sharing a plate of nachos, Lynn’s Quilava bouncing at the side of the table for a table scrap, Ivysaur and Bastiodon eating out of two large bowls of green vegetables. “Hey.” He said putting both hands in his pockets. “Sorry I’m… late? Early for dinner? Come on you two; stop looking at me like that.”

    Both Lynn and Ryu leapt up from their seats and threw their arms around Kyle.

    After five long months, the three trainers from Snowpoint City were in the same place, reunited after splitting apart. The reunion would be brief, but they had to enjoy the time they had together.


    ~~~~~~~~~
    A bit ahead of schedule today. Here's the deal: I've come down with something. It's not serious, but it's been interfering with my work on Chapter 7, because, normally ,I'd be able to update the first post with a new chapter title (Inferno Fodder, by the way) because I've started working on it, but since I'm still finishing 7, no such. 7's progress is, literally, the slowest out of ANY CHAPTER so far, mostly because my life's been pretty crammed up lately. I'm going to keep working, but I may end up having to skip an update soon to keep ahead of the game.
    I have a Doc appointment today, so if I have anything, I'll know and will (hopefuly) soon be cured.
    Also, I have to mention, this is my favorite chapter out of the ones I've written.
    One more note: Describing Riolu was way too difficult, I don't know why I picked Riolu of all the Pokemon in the world. What the heck are those things on the side of it's head ANYWAY?
    Another One More Note: I'll probly be posting my drawings of Lynn, Ryu and Kyle later. It'll become the banner as soon as I con my friend into redrawing them (She's a much better artist than I).
    Hooray for college
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    WRP: Here comes DAREDEVIL! Johto 2010
    GOLD Ripped by yours truley
    Transparent by the grace of Luke Groundwalker

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    Three Ways
    Chapter 5
    Mercy

    “Do not trust Man. They are too weak. Do not trust the Angels. They are too strong. Do not trust the Devils. They are too sinful. Do not trust Gods. They are too pure. Trust only yourself. Yourself, and the one you love the most.”


    The three trainers lay in the same field that Ryu and Lynn had battled in earlier. The air was beginning to chill with the setting sun, and the vibrant colors of sunset were giving way to the darkness of night. The three said nothing. Lying shoulder to shoulder, they said everything they needed to. ‘It’s nice to be together again.’ ‘We should do this more often.’ ‘Let’s not spilt up again’ ‘We make a great team.’ All the thoughts danced through their heads.

    Kyle pointed up. “Look everyone, a shooting star!” the other trainers tilted their heads at his cry. A pink light rushed through the sky.

    The source of that light was a small blue airship flying at high speeds. The pink exhaust fumes trailed with a sparkling light. The ship seemed to be chasing something. Further away, a small completely blue pixie like Pokemon darted through the air.

    “Sir, the cannon is locked.” A man sitting at a control panel said.

    “Fire!” Another man commanded.

    A laser tore through the air. The red light bound around the flying pixie. It struggled to get out, but the ship had caught up, and a small section in its bottom opened up. A man with a visor over his eyes held onto a chain. Under his free arm he held a container. He opened it and slammed it around the Pokemon. The Pokemon let out an ear splitting scream before becoming still and silent in the container, a blue lump with a single red gem shining on its forehead. “Sir Angelo, it is ours.”

    “Excellent.” Angelo smirked, standing above the opening. “Come back up. I’m going down to do some recon. There must be a reason that came Azelf here.” The main on the chain ascended, saluted Angelo and walked away with the container under arm. Angelo placed a parachute on his back. He spread both arms and fell out of the ship. He tumbled in air, his ocean blue ponytail blowing freely. He fell elegantly; there wasn’t even a hint of fear in him. He pulled the parachute and landed safely out of sight. Abandoning the parachute, he made no efforts to disguise himself or the golden crest on his back or breast.

    Lynn opened her eyes as the star disappeared from sight. “So,” she asked shooting up, “what’d everyone wish for?”

    Kyle smiled and laughed. Ryu joined him. “If we tell you, it won’t come true,” they laughed in unison. Kyle and Ryu always had a bond like that for as long as they could remember. They both came to Snowpoint at the same time, both under the same circumstances; both held aspirations to become League Champion. They were friends, better friends than anyone could imagine, but also fierce rivals. They swore they’d never let that rivalry get in the way of their friendship on that day, half a year ago. With Lynn constantly watching them, no conflicts arose between the two. Nothing more severe than ‘Who was a better horror movie villain, Freddie or Jason.’

    The three lay back down. The clouds drifted slowly across the sky. No more shooting stars came for the rest of the hour the spent there in silence, three trainers, three friends, bonding under the new moon.

    Angelo stood in a patch of sand looking at a ruin. The rocks were centuries old. “This isn’t it,” he said, kicking the stones. He turned towards a stone monolith projecting out of the ground. At midnight on a full moon from the location he stood, the tower would have appeared to pierce the moon. Now it was just a dark silhouette against a darker sky. He walked back towards Solaceon Town. He’d have to interact to get the information he needed.

    The sunlight streamed through the window onto Ryu’s pillow. He had been gone long before sunrise and had taken his pokeballs with him. His jacket and bandana remained folded on the table beside the bed, however, and his shoes were still there. He stood, barefoot, in the dew covered grass. “Ok Bastiodon, now we’re gaining sunlight. How do you feel?”

    Bastiodon shook herself. She still wasn’t used to the massive size of her new body, but she was adjusting quickly. Already she could avoid falling while dodging slower moves and running, but moving out of the path of anything faster than a Water Gun would be dangerous.

    ‘But I don’t know how much dodging she’ll need to do,’ Ryu thought to himself crossing his arms, ‘I mean, that shield for a face, her defense and endurance are amazing. We’ve been training for the last hour and a half and she hasn’t shown any signs of exhaustion. Even Ivysaur was half asleep after we trained when he evolved.’ He bit his thumbnail. “I think that’s enough for today. What do you think Bastiodon?”

    Bastiodon bowed her head, <Yes, please. I’m hungry; this body needs so much more fuel. I’ll get fat.> Ryu laughed quietly to himself at the last remark.

    A man with sparkling silver hair sat on a chair inside the Pokemon center as Ryu walked in. Ryu looked the man over. He had one eye closed; the other was a brilliant red and was looking over a cell phone. Ryu could tell that he and the man would stand on equal height if the man were standing up. He had a red jacket, a small gold pin near his collar bone, a black shirt, and matching black pants. He seemed familiar to Ryu in a ‘friend of a friend’ kind of way. Then, a story Lynn had told him struck him like a two by four on to the back of the skull. “Leon?” he asked the man.

    Leon looked up and opened his other eye. “Do I know you?” He closed his cell phone and quickly pocketed it.

    “Not really. You met my friend Lynn. She talked a lot about you.”

    “Lynn? She’s here?” he asked standing up.

    “Yeah, she’s probly still asleep,” Ryu brushed off his green shirt. “I was gonna go help make breakfast. That way everyone can have something good to eat when they wake up.”

    “Wait, I’ll come with you. An extra pair of hands can never hurt.” Leon followed closely behind Ryu, looking the boy up and down. Tall, slightly lanky. Why did he seem so familiar to him? Leon shook it to the back of his head as they turned into the unlit kitchen. The chief wasn’t even awake yet. Checking his cell phone he noticed the time: Five twenty five AM. “What were you even doing up this early, anyway… um… what’s your name?”

    “Ryu,” he answered, opening the refrigerator, “and I was training.”

    “Well, dedication is nice,” Leon took off his jacket and placed it on the back of a nearby chair, “but not at the cost of sleep.” He ran his hands over his hair, flattening it back.

    “I have to get my Pokemon in top shape. Bastiodon just evolved and isn’t used to her new size,” Ryu ignored Leon’s shock at the mention of Bastiodon, “and Lynn can still beat me. I have to get better; I’m going to be the League Champion!”

    Leon raised an eyebrow. “League Champion?” He turned on the stove and placed a kettle of water on the back burner. “If you’re loosing to Lynn, give it up. Trainers far better than you have had that same dream, and in time, they were all beaten. The Elite Four, Sinnoh’s Four Great Kings, are the best trainers in the region. You think they got where they are because they have good looks?” Leon was taunting Ryu, and he could tell Ryu was getting angry.

    “Shut up!” he finally yelled. Leon was shocked at the sudden outburst. He was expecting Ryu to be a calm, composed boy. An explosion like that was completely unexpected. “You don’t know anything. What? You’re a few years older, so you think you’re automatically better than me?” He stomped his foot down. “You have no idea why it’s even my dream. I’m going to change things, and the Pokemon League is the perfect place to do it!”

    “What are you going to change Ryu? What is your conviction?” Leon’s eyes tightened into slits.

    ”I’m going to stop the pirates,” Ryu plainly replied.

    Both stood for a moment. Leon smiled smugly. “The Pirates, huh? All of them?” Ryu nodded, “Good, good. The world needs people like you. People with dreams. People to help others. You’re a good kid, Ryu. I like you.”

    “Thank you, Leon. You’re not so bad yourself.” Ryu held an egg in each hand. “Say, do you know how to cook these?” Leon shook his head no. “Damn.”

    Kyle woke up before the clock struck seven. He descended the stairs and found Leon and Ryu surrounded by broken egg shells. “Do I even want to…”

    “It’s been an hour they’ve been trying to make breakfast,” and amber haired boy said at the table. He examined his fingernails with his green eyes and sighed. “They aren’t any good at it.”

    Kyle sighed and flipped his hair. “Move aside Ryu, umm…” he looked Leon up and down.

    “Leon.”

    “Right, Leon. Let me handle it.” He took off his jacket and gave it to Ryu. He grabbed the last of the eggs and spun one on one finger. “Know my culinary skills!”

    Lynn arrived shortly after the first plates hit the table. Scrambled eggs, bacon, and fresh squeezed orange juice- Ryu and Leon’s contribution (“You can at least do this. It’s not as hard as cracking an egg.”). She gasped, first at the amazing breakfast in front of her, then at Leon sitting opposite of her.

    “Hello, Milady.” He smiled his pure white smile.

    Lynn smacked him from across the table, spilling both their glasses of orange juice and sending several younger trainers fleeing from the room. “What the hell are you doing here? You stalking me or something?”

    Ryu and Kyle backed themselves up against the wall to avoid being brought into the budding argument.

    “Wh… what do you mean Lynn?” He held his cheek witch had turned bright red from Lynn’s powerful smack. Ryu felt a pang of sympathy for the silver haired mystery man; he’d been on the receiving end of Lynn’s punishments more times that he wished to remember. “It is merely fate that we should meet here again.”

    “Tauros.” She crossed her arms and shot him a look.

    “If looks could kill,” Kyle murmured.

    “Lynn would be a convicted serial killer.” Ryu finished.

    Leon walked over to her. “Come, what did I do?”

    “You up and left! No reason, just ‘Oh, I have some business to take care of.’ And then you VANISHED. No trace, no phone number. You didn’t even bother to get mine!”

    “Cripes, Leon, what’d you do to her?” Kyle raised his eyebrows. He didn’t know girls, but he knew this reaction from the movies; when a girl had been left in the middle of a relationship, she freaked out.

    “He didn’t take me to dinner like he promised!” Lynn yelled.

    Kyle and Ryu fell back to back. “That’s all?” They asked in unison. They both knew there were two things Lynn couldn’t stand: Being stood up for a meal, and having a battle interrupted.

    “He at least had the decency to wait for the battle to be over.”

    “That’s good, dude,” Ryu stood up, “otherwise, your hide would be toast.”

    Leon flinched. “How about I make it up to you and your friends? I’ll take you all some place nice for lunch. You see, there’s a café,” Lynn raised her finger to object, “by the breeding center,” Lynn put her finger down, finally, a place she hadn’t attacked a waiter at, “I know the owners, they’ll let us eat for a discount.”

    Kyle and Ryu pounded fists and high fived, Lynn gave it serious thought, or at least what appeared to be serious thought, before finally replying. “Ok. On one condition though: You pay for all of us.”

    Leon laughed. “Of course. How much could four people eat?”


    Leon looked at the bill, horrified. “How much could FOUR PEOPLE eat!?” He looked across the table. Ryu had two plates and several empty bowls of rice in front of him. Kyle was finishing off the last of a steak, and Lynn had a large plate with pasta sauce spread across it, several small pieces of spaghetti . He looked down. He had one empty plate and a half eaten salad.

    Ryu scraped the end of a bowl of rice out with his spoon and looked at Leon, who was sobbing as he reached for his wallet. “Everything Ok?”

    “Peachy.” Leon pulled several hundred P bills from his wallet and placed them on the table, along with a ten P for a tip. The four trainers all stood up at the same time and pushed in their chairs. “Lynn, is my apology accepted?”

    Lynn thought deeply for a moment. “Yes. Yes it is.” She smiled.

    The four left the café talking and laughing loudly. The streets were almost completely empty. A man in a dark cloak sat on a bench underneath a streetlight. He appeared to watch them as they passed. When they were out of the view of the streetlight, he stood up and tossed his cloak aside.

    Angelo stood facing them.

    Leon turned and faced Angelo first. Ryu, Kyle, and Lynn kept walking for a moment before noticing Leon was gone, and turning to face the beautiful blue haired man.

    “Long time no see, Angelo,” Leon sneered.

    Angelo laughed and placed his hand on a sheathed weapon on his side. “We’ve been calling for you ‘Leon’.”

    Leon moved in front of Lynn. “I know. I just don’t feel like talking.”

    Angelo laughed. “I’m not here to talk.” He pulled a pokeball from within his vest. “Meganium.” The pokeball opened in his hand. A large green Pokemon appeared. It stood on four flat feet. Its body was long, ending in a pointed tail. It had a long neck, at its base, large, pink flower petals, flecked with white, danced in the night air. It looked forward, its mouth closed, two long yellow antennae wiggling with attentiveness. “Poison Powder.”

    Meganium shook a purple powder off its petals. It moved slowly. Leon reacted and pushed Lynn, Kyle and Ryu far back. He took a single breath of the powder, shook violently, and fell onto the concrete with the settling dust.

    Ryu looked to Kyle as two men dressed in red and black ran up to Leon’s body, a third man, the same one who was on the airship earlier spoke briefly to Angelo before assisting in the movement of Leon’s body.

    Ryu and Kyle gave each other a look. They nodded. Kyle grabbed Lynn’s hand. “Come on, we’ll leave this to Ryu.” The two ran into the darkness.

    Ryu shot a look directly at Angelo. “Who are you?”

    “Angelo Gabriel Delacruz.” He bowed. His blue hair rested itself calmly on his forehead. His ponytail swayed gently in the wind, his jacket puffed in the back. He righted himself and smiled, “You?”

    “Ryu Richard Rider. R-I-D-E-R. Pronounced “Rid-er”, like he who gets rid of something. Like how I’m going to get rid of you.” He pulled a pokeball from his belt. “Bastiodon!”

    The living fossil burst from her pokeball. She landed on all fours perfectly. Her eyes sparkled, her posture was outstanding. < I won’t mess up like last time.> she reassured her trainer.

    Ryu nodded. “This isn’t just for us, this is for Leon, he’s cool, he’s the one who gave you the Quick Claw, remember?”

    Bastiodon remembered a silver haired guy tying a claw around her neck. She remembered him telling her she’d get faster. She nodded, <He was a good man.>

    Angelo placed his hand up. “Before we come to blows, why are you going to fight me?”

    “Because I fight for my friends.”

    “Do you consider Leon your friend?”

    “Yes.”

    “How long have you known him?”

    “A few hours.”

    “You form bonds of friendship too quickly,” Angelo snapped. “Be cautious of who you trust, it may come back at you in the end.” He snapped his fingers and Meganium stood at attention, “Prepare yourself, Ryu. We’ll see who gets rid of whom.”


    Lynn looked back at the vanishing light from the streetlight, her stomach twisted in knots. Something was happening to Leon. Something was happening to Ryu, and here she and Kyle were, running. She was panting, breathless with fear and exhausted from running. Looking at Kyle, she could see the worry on his face too. Neither of them knew why they were running. They just ran.

    Meganium held Bastiodon high in the air with large vines that came from beneath his flower petals. Ryu watched, trying hard to think, to come up with something.

    ‘You keep forgetting the basics.’

    Ryu lay, spread eagle, on the fresh fallen snow, a pokeball in his hand. Over him stood an old looking man, aged by the sun and salt air. He had an eye patch over his right eye and a monocle over his left. “Pokemon battles aren’t about flashy attacks. It’s about doing what’s natural.” He held out a scared right hand and helped the young boy to his feet. Taking the Pokeball from Ryu he placed it back in a pocket within his black naval jacket and coughed. “Remember that and you won’t loose.” He stroked his peppered white and grey beard and turned around.

    “The basics,” Ryu whispered. “The basics.” Bastiodon was sent flying into the air and began to tumble into the concrete. “Now, Roll out!” Ryu shot his finger forward and, almost instantly, Bastiodon rolled her body into a tight ball and landed spinning. She shot forward and rammed into Meganium.

    Or so they thought.

    Meganium had thrown up a blue barrier at the last moment, stopping the momentum of Roll Out and sending Bastiodon back. Uncurling, Bastiodon landed on all fours, perfectly in front of Ryu, and unharmed.

    “The basics.” Ryu laughed. “Thanks Capitan.”

    Angelo gave Ryu a look. “You can’t win a battle talking to yourself. Meganium, take the initiative. Rock Smash.”

    Meganium shot his vines forward and wrapped back around Bastiodon. He rose the Pokemon up into the air and recoiled his vines, the Pokemon still tied up. Bastiodon quickly approached Meganium. As the distance closed, Meganium pulled back his head. It glowed with a sinister reddish brown aura before he crashed into Bastiodon. The force of the attack sent Bastiodon flying far past Ryu.

    “Bastiodon!” Ryu yelled, running towards his fallen Pokemon.

    Bastiodon struggled to her feet. <Ryu… he’s so strong.> She lost her balance and fell onto her side. < I don’t even know if we can make a dent in him.>

    “Don’t be so defeatist, Bastiodon!” Ryu panicked, “Where there’s a will, there’s a way!”

    “Old folk saying won’t help you now boy,” Angelo sneered, “The best you can do now is pray and fight with everything you’ve got.”

    Ryu recalled Bastiodon into the safety of her Pokeball and slipped it into his pocket. He gulped. “Ok. You’re asking for it.” ‘I don’t know how he took out Bastiodon with one attack, but…’ “Go, Teddiursa!”

    He tossed a blue topped pokeball with two red ridges coming from the release button over the top half into the streetlight. A small bear burst in a shower of blue light. It licked its small brow paws as it sat underneath the streetlamp, a small moon crest between his eyes glowing in the light. His tiny black eyes looked Meganium up and down. It instantly stood up and ran back to Ryu. Ryu kneeled and put his hand on the pokemon’s head between its two small ears. “What’s the matter?”


    <It’s strong.> Teddiursa whimpered.

    “You can be too. Just face forward. We aren’t going to run. Ok Teddiursa?”

    Teddiursa nodded his head. <Ok!>

    He turned and faced forward, attempting to look brave with each small step. It stood in front of Meganium, staring at it with brave black eyes and waited for his trainers command.

    Meganium wasted no time in unleashing another cloud of poison powder, despite lack of instruction from his trainer. The purple cloud consumed Teddiursa.

    Ryu heard small coughs from the cloud before Teddiursa speed out of it. Quick Feet. When Teddiursa was poisoned, he got faster. Ryu caught a Teddiursa just for that ability.

    “Teddiursa, Shadow Claw!”

    Teddiursa melded into the darkness. Meganium’s head spun a few times trying to locate its foe.

    Teddiursa leapt from a dark place and scratched clean across Meganium’s torso.

    Meganium was completely unaffected by the attack. The difference in strength was growing clearer and clearer. Ryu didn’t stand a chance.


    Kyle and Lynn collapsed in the front lobby of the Pokemon Center. Lynn looked at Kyle. Kyle looked back at her. They were both questioning their choice of actions. Why leave Ryu behind? What about Leon? Could Ryu even beat that guy? Could any of them? They silently agreed and turned back out the door.

    “So, Lynn, what do we know about that guy?” Kyle panted.

    “Leon called him Angelo. And he’s bad news.” Lynn stumbled a little on her tired legs.

    “Think Ryu can take him?”

    Lynn stopped. “I don’t think the three of us together could. Did you see the look in his eyes? He’s probly fought more battles than we can even dream of.”

    Kyle stopped and turned to her. “… You’re probly right.” He kicked the concrete. “You’re probly right, but that’s no reason we shouldn’t try. We left Ryu. Even if it’s what he wanted, we have to go back and help him now!” Kyle coughed at the conclusion of his speech. “Oxygen depravation. I’m fine,” he panted.



    Wingull plummeted to the ground. Ryu couldn’t believe it. Four of his Pokemon, four, beaten by a single opponent in two moves or less. ‘How powerful is this guy?’ Ryu’s eyes were wide with terror as he took his last pokeball from his side. “Hold on, Ivysaur!”

    Ivysaur landed. He looked at Meganium angrily. < You’re the one whose beaten my comrades?>

    <Big words for a small Pokemon,> Meganium countered, smugly.

    <Small, yes, in size. But my power is unimaginable.>

    <I know your power. You can’t beat Me.>

    Ivysaur’s eyes closed to slits. <You overconfident long necked freak,> he stomped a foot on the ground and shook his bulb, <I’ll show you my power.>

    Ryu looked at Ivysaur and found himself with new courage. ‘If Ivysaur can be brave in the eyes of this… insurmountable threat, then so can I!’ Ryu snapped his pointer finger and thumb and Ivysaur unleashed a purple powder forward. At the same instance, Meganium released its own Poison Powder. The two clouds met in midair and mixed, forming a cloud of poisonous particles over the field.

    “That was a useless display,” Angelo commented angrily.

    The particles began to settle. Both Pokemon rushed forward and linked vines. This was no longer a battle between two trained Pokemon. It was a supremacy match between grass types. Ivysaur gained headway and shot a vine in between Meganium’s eyes, sending the long necked Pokemon tumbling back on the powder coated sidewalk. Both Ivysaur and Ryu had confident looks on their faces. They now believed they could win.

    “Why are you smiling, Ryu? This is far from over!” Angelo laughed. “Meganium, show them the price of overconfidence.”

    Meganium pulled back his head and began absorbing light. Ryu recognized the attack from a TV show he had watched one time. Solar Beam. “Ivysaur, stop him!”

    Ivysaur launched up, sending a small spray of poison powder back when he leaped, and sent a vine out from beneath his bulb and wrapped it around Meganium’s mouth, where the energy was gathering. ‘It’s night, so it’ll take it awhile to gather enough energy for it.’ Ryu’s head was racing, ‘I just need to keep its mouth closed.’

    Meganium gave Ivysaur an angry look. It reared its head and spun, sending the still airborne Pokemon into the near by streetlamp. The force of the impact made Ivysaur drop his vines. He lay there, paralyzed. Meganium opened his mouth. He shot the blast of solar energy.

    The blast went straight up.

    Kyle and Lynn arrived on the scene as the blast vanished into the air. Ivysaur was crawling slowly back to Ryu.

    “That was mercy.” Angelo said, pointing his rapier forward with one hand, returning Meganium with the other. “I won’t show it next time.”

    Kyle rushed forward to Ryu’s side. Angelo moved with blinding speed. He twisted one of Kyle’s arms behind the boys back and held his rapier to Kyle’s neck. “KYLE!” Ryu panicked.

    “Kyle?” Angelo asked. “Well, Kyle, you’d do well not to rush a man with a sword. You see, we tend to be quite… jumpy.”

    “Kidnapper.” Kyle spat. “Criminal.”

    “My, my. Quite judgmental aren’t we? You must have a lot of justice in that little body to use such words and spew such accusations.” He dropped his rapier from Kyle’s neck and kicked the boy down beside Ryu. “Or maybe,” he sheathed his blade, “You’re just another overconfident kid.”

    Prinplup shot forward from behind Kyle and locked a glowing flipper with Angelo’s sword. He sent it flying up with a flip of the fin and pointed the other at his neck.

    “In Dueling, I believe that’s called a disarm,” Kyle commented, standing up.

    “Kyle, this guy is too strong. Don’t fight him.”

    Lynn stepped forward. “Don’t worry. He won’t fight alone.”

    “Gross out. So much friendship in one place is liable to make a girl throw up,” A cold female voice hissed. The woman it belonged to stepped into the light. She wore knee high boots, black as the eyes that stared at Angelo. She had deep violet hair, cut short just below her ears. Her vest had the same crest as Angelo’s jacket. Her shirt was tight and low cut. Her skirt was just long enough to cover the tops of her boots. “Angelo, I came to see what was taking you so long to secure the target, and I find you playing with a bunch of kids.”

    Angelo rolled his eyes. “I wasn’t playing. I was teaching a lesson.”

    “Oh?”

    “Anyone who interferes with the Astrolog Pirates will be defeated.”

    Ryu’s head shot up. Pirates. He’d been beaten by a pirate.

    Kyle’s eyes filled with anger. “Pirate!?” he yelled.

    Lynn felt the anger of her friends and got in position. “Quilava!”

    The fire Pokemon exploded from his pokeball. <Right!>

    “Angelo, look, they want to play!” The purple haired woman produced a pokeball of her own.

    “Right. Lydia, what say we teach them a lesson together?”


    Lydia cackled. “Agreed.”

    ~~~~~
    Little news and information
    First: Screw You, allergy Season. This stuff has been kicking my rear back and forth for the past week
    Second: Chapter 7. I've been working on a brief rewrite. I have to change a part of it because I wanted it to change.
    Third: Exams are coming up, so here's my plan. I'm going to go on a brief hiatus, and I'll be stopping updates for half the month of May, unless I'm struck with massive inspiration. I feel really bad about this, mostly because I want to write, but I'm not in any physical condition to write for now.
    Fourth: I hope everyone keeps reading and keeps enjoying it. I think I chose a good chapter to hiatus at, it's a bit cliffhangery.
    Fifth: Uhh, I'll go ahead and start a PM list, he said just before going on break.
    Hooray for college
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    I KNOW, right? Allergy season is the devil.

    These past two chapters have been great. As usual, I'm really liking even the small character developments, and your description of each character is really good. The battles were pretty amazing, too - epic, yet plausible. My favorite kind.

    I like that you're using your own villains instead of going with the game's bad guys. Hahaha, I did kind of wonder how SolarBeam would work at all during nighttime, but that's not a problem.

    If you do end up making a PM list, I wouldn't mind being on it. ^^
    Whee. I put this here just so my posts wouldn't look so ugly. You'd be amazed at how ugly they look without a siggy. Maybe later I'll put something of some consequence down here. Maybe. I'm kinda lazy. Oh well. Peace out, hommes.

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    Quote Originally Posted by porygon181 View Post
    I KNOW, right? Allergy season is the devil.

    These past two chapters have been great. As usual, I'm really liking even the small character developments, and your description of each character is really good. The battles were pretty amazing, too - epic, yet plausible. My favorite kind.

    I like that you're using your own villains instead of going with the game's bad guys. Hahaha, I did kind of wonder how SolarBeam would work at all during nighttime, but that's not a problem.

    If you do end up making a PM list, I wouldn't mind being on it. ^^
    I'm allergic to... everything. I take a pill every morning, but, yeah, I end up needing to take one that knocks me out around three.
    Battles are one of the things I put the most effort into. I keep a soundtrack playing at all times, and have several tracks reserved just for battles, mostly from other RPGs and fighting games. Tracks include "Good Manners and Customs (Zappa)" from Guilty Gear, and "Live and Learn" From Sonic. That really helps the flow of battles, I think.

    Designing Bad guys is a lot of fun, even if they wear uniforms (Like these guys do) there's a lot you can do with those uniforms (See the difference between Angelo and Lydia, even though that's a poor example, since they're different genders). Making outfits is just fun in general. Writing their personalities is also the best, because even though they're all bad, they're bad with a REASON.
    Yeah, Solar Beam was a strange choice at night, but I figured "Well, the moon reflects the sun's rays, so..." Remember, Logic Bending is part of why it's rated PG-13.

    Also: Added. I may do ONE further update before I stop, since I have started more work on 7, and 8's under work already (Mostly because the start of 8 plays off something in the middle of 7).
    Hooray for college
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    Three Ways
    Chapter 6
    BRAINCLEANSER

    “Your mind is so cluttered up
    with unimportant thoughts and emotions.”


    Prinplup and Quilava stood side by side waiting for the pokeballs to come from Angelo and Lydia. Angelo held up his rapier, a pokeball was positioned at the bottom of the hilt. Angelo popped it off and let it open. A long elegant serpent like Pokemon- baby blue all the way up- emerged. On its throat was a blue sphere, two more were on its tail. It had eyes that looked like two black diamonds, delicate, wing like ears, and a small horn on is forehead. Dragonair.

    Lydia held her pokeball up above her head. Its red light burst high into the air. A low buzz filled the air. Above Lydia’s head hovered what, at first glance, appeared to be a flying beehive. It was striped yellow and black until a thin torso connected it to a body. Small arms came out of that body, and a queenly head looked from above it. The body and head were covered in what appeared to be yellow armor. Two clear small wings buzzed behind it. The head had a shining red spot in its center, and two sharp pincers at its mouth. Vespiquen.

    Kyle and Lynn knew at an instant they were out-matched, out-classed, and out-gunned. They looked at each other and nodded. There was a silent agreement. ‘Let’s go down swinging!’

    Quilava’s flames sparked to life, Prinplup held his flippers in front of him like a sword, his trademark.

    Ryu held Ivysaur tight and watched.

    Lynn pointed forward. “Tackle!” Quilava ran forward at his trainers command and rammed into Dragonair, sending the serpent tumbling back a bit. The dragon took no time in retaliating, sending the flame Pokemon back with a whack of its tail. Quilava hit the cement in front of Prinplup with a loud thwack.

    <Ow-chi-chi> he muttered getting back up.

    <You ok?> Prinplup asked, feigning concern.

    < Yeah. But I can tell this is gonna be fun, these guys are tough!> He leapt back on his feet to face his foes.

    <Wonderful.> Prinplup rolled his eyes.

    Vespiquen descended from her place above Lydia and joined with Dragonair. The two Pokemon rushed forward. Quilava ran towards Vespiquen, and Prinplup attempted an attack on Dragonair. They clashed mid-run. The sheer force of the attacks from the higher level Pokemon sent Quilava and Prinplup tumbling forward for the rest of their run.

    “Pathetic,” laughed Lydia, rolling her eyes. “Do it, Dragonair.

    Dragonair wrapped himself around Kyle and Lynn. Lydia laughed at the horror displayed on their faces.

    “What the hell are you doing!?” Angelo yelled, ‘Why are you giving orders to my Pokemon? Why are you attacking the trainers? Answer me, Lydia!”

    Lydia threw her hand up in Angelo’s face. “Shut up. ‘Do anything to win,’ that’s what he always says.”

    Quilava and Prinplup both looked up horrified at the cheap tactics their foes were employing. <Lynn, are you OK!?> Quilava yelled.

    “I’m fine!” Lynn was attempting to wiggle free, “Just watch out behind you!”

    <Behind me?> Quilava flipped around in time to see Vespiquin’s large hive before she smacked him in the face and through a window clear across the street. He stood up in a pile of broken glass, looked up at the old woman whose store he had flown into, and bowed. <I’ll come back and apologize later!> He leapt back through the window, looked both ways before crossing the street, and rejoined the battle.

    Prinplup looked Dragonair over carefully. It was just long enough that anywhere he attacked the serpent could use the trainers as a shield. He’d have to focus on getting Dragonair to either drop the trainers or attack itself.

    <CONFUSE RAY!> Prinplup yelled.

    Kyle sighed. “You can’t use that, you fool!”

    Prinplup shrugged. <It was worth a shot.> Dragonair rammed its head into the penguin, sending it tumbling into Quilava. The two Pokemon sat in a useless heap. They were surrounded: A killer queen on one side, and a murderous serpent on the other. <Pick your poison.> Prinplup stood up.

    <Hey… Prinplup, I have an idea, Quilava smiled

    <Is it better than ‘Get sent flying across the street’?>

    < Just follow my lead!> Quilava stood on its back legs and began to billow smoke. It filled the street and blocked out the lamps.

    <That’s it, huh?> Prinplup speed in the direction of Dragonair and found the dragon tangled in confusion. Seizing the chance, he leapt up and delivered a fierce Iron Claw to the crystal on its neck. The dragon writhed in pain and dropped the two trainers.

    “Nice one, Prinplup!” Kyle commented, rolling as far away from Dragonair as he could, bringing Lynn with him.

    Quilava stood beside Prinplup. Vespiquen flew in the smoke around them, and Dragonair writhed in pain.

    <Now what?> Prinplup asked, <We can’t see.>

    <Hush.> Quilava waved his paw for silence. A low buzz filled his ears. <THERE!> He shot a ball of flames through the smoke. An angry buzz filled the air confirming a hit. <Yes! Go me, go me!> Rocks shot through the smoke and it Quilava head on. He was sent flying back out of the smoke cloud and over beside Lynn.

    “Quilava!” She yelled, running over to him. She picked up the mall echidna in her arms. “Are you ok?”

    <Lynn… the world is so dark. I’m oh so cold. I think this is the end,> he gasped.

    “Stupid Pokemon,’ she sobbed, drawing him closer, “Your eyes are closed and your fire’s out.”

    Quilava’s eyes fluttered open. <Oh, you’re right. HI LYNN!>

    “Silly fool.”

    “Prinplup,” Kyle shouted, “You’re alone in there!”

    <Lovely.>

    Dragonair righted itself and rushed at Prinplup. Hearing the rushing sound, Prinplup threw up his fins and caught Dragonair by the horn. <Excellent,> Dragonair praised.

    <So what’s the deal? Why’d you obey that girl?>

    <I obey anyone who gives me orders.>

    <Then stop attacking me!> Prinplup threw Dragonair to the side. <And that’s an order!>

    <I don’t take orders form inferiors.>

    <INFERIORS!?> Prinplup yelled, throwing several shards of ice in Dragonair’s direction.

    Dragonair effortlessly dodged each shard. Prinplup launched himself into the air and plunged his glowing fins into the concrete near Dragonair’s tail. <I’ll show you inferior.> He stood up, and the rest of his body was consumed in light.

    His height shot up. He ended up standing a mere inch shorter than his five foot eight trainer. His mass increased, from his previous fifty to a heftier one hundred eighty, fifty pounds heavier than his trainer. His fins began to take on sharp angles, becoming more like the blades he pretended they were. His webbed feet expanded outwards. Three horns grew up from his beak, framing his eyes. Two steel plates came out from his neck like a collar on a shirt. He let out a loud roar, and the light was dispelled from his body, the shock wave clearing out the smoke and shaking windows.

    “Em… Empoleon!?” Kyle gasped. Lynn was equally surprised: she expected Quilava to be the first to evolve.

    Empoleon looked himself over. He let out a laugh and looked up at Kyle. <I look tough.>

    <Hey, Lynn! I thought I’d get to do that cool glowy thing first!> Quilava righted himself in Lynn’s arms.

    “You bet you do,” Kyle laughed. “Now, let’s show them how tough!” He shot his hand forward, palm open. “Empoleon! Aqua….”

    A sharp ringing came out from Lydia’s chest. “Your breasts are ringing,” Angelo noted, pulling his ringing phone from his own pocket.

    “Hold that thought boy,” Lydia snapped, pulling her cell phone out of her cleavage.

    “Jeh?” Kyle stopped midcommand. Empoleon tripped and fell at the halted order.

    “Lydia.” She said into the receiver.

    Angelo flipped his phone open. “Angelo.”

    They both seemed to be listening to the same instructions; both had the same looks on their faces, nodded at the same time, and even said “Roger” at the same time.

    “Well,” Angelo held up Dragonair’s Pokeball. “We have to take our leave.”

    Dragonair and Vespiquen vanished into their trainer’s pokeballs. Lydia produced another ball from behind her. “Alakazam, Teleport.” The pokeball popped open, and both trainers vanished in a brilliant rainbow light.

    “Geeze,” Kyle started, walking over to Empoleon, “talk about flamboyant.”

    <Are you really one to talk on that subject?> Empoleon asked, barely looking up to meet his trainer’s eyes.

    Kyle attempted to land a punch on his Pokemon, hitting it in the stomach met him with nothing but a throbbing hand. “SON OF A…!” A device in his back pocket beeped. Kyle produced his pokedex. His was identical to Lynn’s, save the color: His was dark red.

    “When it evolves,” the pokedex’s robotic voice started, “Empoleon gains qualities of a steel type Pokemon, including heightened defense and a steel coated shield on its stomach.”

    Ryu walked over to them slowly. “You see?” He asked. “They were strong.”

    Lynn nodded. “We were lucky they got called away.” She looked back to the spot they once stood at; several people were starting to gather, attracted now by the bright light. “What? Wasn’t the Solar Beam, cloud of poison, or smoke enough to attract them?” She looked at the crowd.

    “It’s safe now, the battles are over,” Ryu said.

    “C’mon” she grabbed both boys by the shoulders, “Let’s get out of here before we’re questioned.” Ryu, still holding Ivysaur, nodded in agreement. The trio vanished around the corner and out of sight by the time sirens began to fill the air.

    Ivysaur lay on Ryu’s stomach as the first rays of sun came through the room he and Kyle were sharing that night. Kyle leapt down from the top bunk and looked at his friend. The experience from the night before still fresh in both their minds, he felt a deep anger. A pirate. How could he have lost to a Pirate? Even with Empoleon and Lynn, he was sure they would have been defeated by those two pirates. But what were they called? He couldn’t remember the name of their organization. Ryu shifted slightly in his sleep and Ivysaur slid onto the bed. The grass type opened his eyes, looked at Kyle, then went back to sleep.

    Kyle pulled on a red shirt from his briefcase and descended the steps. He whipped the sleep from his eyes and caught sight of a girl who just walked into the center. She was a brunet with amazing blue eyes. She wore a daisy yellow dress and a bright sun hat. On her shoulder was a matching yellow purse. He presumed she was a Pokemon Trainer. “My name is Sylvia Mooney.” She told the attendant. “I’m looking for someone. I saw him on the news: Ryu Rider?”

    Kyle leapt over the banister as the attendant went to page the room. “Don’t, he is dead asleep, and that won’t wake him up,” he said walking forward. He offered a hand to Sylvia. “Any friend of Ryu’s is a friend of mine… Wait,” he pulled his hand back, “you are his friend right? You’re not here to like kill him or anything, are you?”

    Sylvia laughed at took Kyle’s hand. “No, no. He helped me a few weeks ago. I came to see how he was doing.”

    “We had a big battle last night, well; I’m guessing that’s what you saw that on the news,” Sylvia nodded, “so he’s still down from that. He’s kind of shook up from it.”

    “Ah. So, who are you?” Sylvia asked, reaching into her purse.

    “Kyle,” he replied.

    “Ah! Ryu told me about you. He was right, you are a nice guy, offering to buy me breakfast.”

    “I’m going to buy you breakfast?” Kyle seemed puzzled.

    “It’s so nice of you to offer!” She took Kyle’s arm. “Come on!” She dragged him out of the center. Kyle shot a fleeting look back at the Pokemon Center’s attendant.

    “Help Me.”

    The attendant simply smiled a warm smile and waved at Kyle, her red hair waving in time with her arm. “Have fun!” she wished them.

    Lynn went sliding down the banister, Quilava following behind her on the steps. <Lynn, hey, Watch out for that…> Lynn hit a decorative pokeball on the end of the railing and went flying. Quilava shook himself, the last few shards of broken glass falling out of his fur, before walking over to his trainer. <That’s something I’d do.>

    “Don’t wanna hear it.” Lynn stood up and checked the wall- and herself- for damage. “All clear,” she smiled. Today, she had opted not to wear the skirt part of her shorts. Her shorts were the same color as her skirt, but showed off her legs better. It was going to start getting cold soon, and she wanted to seize the last opportunities to show off her legs. She patted her stomach and began to head for the kitchen. After last night, she needed a big breakfast.

    Ivysaur crawled back on to Ryu’s stomach. Ryu had returned to lying on his back, and was mumbling softly in his sleep. As Ivysaur got comfortable again, Ryu shot up, sending the Pokemon tumbling towards the foot of the bed. He was sweating. Shaking himself, he looked at Ivysaur, who was shooting him a dirty look. “Sorry bud.” He turned to get out of bed. “Long night.”

    He walked slowly into the bathroom, turned on the sink and began to splash himself with cold water.

    “Angelo Gabriel Delacruz… Before we come to blows, why do you fight?”

    Angelo’s voice rang in his head.

    “You form bonds of friendship too quickly, be cautious of who you trust, it may come back at you in the end.”

    A splash of cold water quieted him.

    He pulled off his shirt and mumbled something to himself quietly. He ran his fingers along his ribcage. There was a tattoo there: A barcode with several letters and numbers beneath it. CDNW04M. It had been there his entire life. He thought about it once in awhile, but something about Angelo brought it to the front of his head. He didn’t know what…

    There was a banging on his bedroom door. “Who is it?” he asked bluntly.

    “Lynn.”

    “I’ll be right there.” He pulled on a fresh shirt, dark green with a black arrow pointing up the left shoulder, pulled on his vest, and opened the door. Lynn was holding a glass of orange juice and a banana.

    “I thought you might be hungry.”

    He smiled. “So you brought me this?” Ryu reached out to take the food from Lynn.

    “No, these are mine.” She pulled back the banana and cup. “I was just coming to get you to come down for breakfast!” she snapped. Ryu recoiled at her yell as Ivysaur came up beside him. “So? Come on.”

    Sylvia cut each piece of toast slowly before picking it up with her fork and chewing it slowly. Kyle took note of it. “You’re… not normal.” Sylvia looked at him strange. “You’re eating like some affluent kid. Most Pokemon trainers don’t come from families that eat like that. Most rich families who have trainers opt for expensive school programs that allow them to skip right over the dangerous journey.”

    Sylvia placed her silverware down. “Ryu was right. You are smart.” She whipped her mouth on her napkin. “I ran away, changed my style of dress, and even considered adopting a new last name.”

    “Ran away?” Kyle asked.

    Sylvia nodded slowly. “Yes, my mother was very ill… With Ryu’s help, she started getting better, but I was still trapped. I found someone else to take care of her.” She placed a large bill on the table, along with a hand written note that read ‘Keep the rest as a tip, Love Sylvia,’ her I doted with a heart. “Take your time, finish eating.”


    Ryu ate slowly that morning. Lynn sat across from him. “Are you sure you’re ok?” she finally asked, breaking the silence.

    Ryu put down an apple he had just picked up. “Angelo was a pirate,” he replied. “And you know how Kyle and I feel about Pirates.”

    Lynn looked down at her knees. Those were stories neither boy liked to speak of. Events buried so far Ryu’s memories that they should have been foggy, but could be recalled clearly. Kyle’s dog tags that served as a constant reminder of where his parents were. “I’m sorry…”

    “It’s not that I lost either. It’s that he was on a completely different level, I couldn’t even begin to see his strength from where I am.” He slammed his fist on the table, causing Ivysaur to jump in surprise. “I need to get better… Leon was right.”

    Lynn looked up at him. “Right about?”

    “I need to get stronger,” he paused and looked up at Lynn, “Or I’ll never be able to fulfill my dream.”

    Sylvia walked in applauding loudly. “Bravo, Ryu. That was a lovely speech.” Ryu and Lynn both whipped around to the doorway, where Kyle stood behind Sylvia. “Was I interrupting something?” She looked at the faces of the two friends.

    “N… no.” Ryu stood up. “Sylvia, what are you doing here?”

    “You were on the news last night. All three of you, actually.” Kyle walked over to his friends and sat on the table. “Big battle in the city streets, broken windows,” Lynn scratched her nose nervously, “you guys certainly do not know how to stay out of trouble.”

    “Well, there’s a reason for everything. Certainly you don’t have the time to hear it all.” Kyle brushed back his hair. “After all, you’re on a journey too.”

    Ryu looked from Kyle to Sylvia, “Seriously? What about your mom?”

    “Th-that mushroom cured her! She’s almost back on her feet, and I left on my journey!” She got defensive fast.

    “Mushroom? Is that the reason you were lost in the woods?” Lynn shot Ryu a look.

    “Maybe.”

    The pair burst into laughter. “Seriously, helping peoples gonna get you killed one day!” Lynn whipped tears from her eyes.

    “I was seriously worried I was going to starve to death and get eaten by some Pidgey!” Ryu defended. “And you weren’t any help at all! NEWS, what kind of crazy bull is that!?”

    “Come on Ryu, you would know if you didn’t daydream all class!” Kyle chimed.

    The trio argued for a few moments, punches were thrown and dodged before Sylvia was forced to take control of the situation. “Buizel, Water gun!” One of the two pokeballs on her purse strap burst open and a large weasel like Pokemon landed on two paws. It was bright orange with a crème colored belly. It had blue fins on the paws it wasn’t standing on, a flotation like device around its neck, and a split tail that spun like a propeller. It had shiny whiskers coming out of its dark black nose. Its eyes sparkled and seemed to take great glee in showering the fighting companions with cold water.

    Wringing out her shirt, Lynn looked up at her male companions. “So what are we doing now?”

    Ryu thought for a moment. “I’m going to take the Gyms seriously now. I’m going to Oreburgh. Seems like a good place for me to start.”

    “I’ll go with you, Ryu.” Sylvia stepped forward. “It’s normally the first gym. I want to get started too.”

    Kyle looked at the two. “Be careful, Ryu.”

    “What?”

    “All I’m saying: Be safe, use Protect,” He laughed, Sylvia shot him a dirty look. “Anyway,” he said, ignoring it, “I’m thinking of heading back to Snowpoint. I want to refresh myself, but I also want to take the Gym there.”

    Lynn nodded. “I’ve been meaning to take on Candice anyway, I’ll come with you.”

    The two pairs pounded fists.

    “So… now what?” Ryu asked, shaking his hair.

    “I’ve spent too much time here.” Lynn stretched. “I’m leaving. Now.”

    Kyle gave her a look. “Now? Come on. Can’t we…?”

    “Nope. We’re outta here. Get your gear. We’re leaving. If you’re not at the north gate in ten minutes, I’m leaving you.” She walked from the room.

    “Well, it’s still morning. We have a lot more ground to cover than you, so we should get going to.” Ryu pointed, leading Kyle and Sylvia out of the kitchen. “I just don’t understand why she can’t wait.

    “She’s never been able to wait more than five seconds to do something, man. You know that.”

    Ryu nodded in agreement. “Well, Kyle, looks like we’ll be seeing each other later.”

    “With Angelo still out there, I don’t doubt it.”

    The two boys looked at each other for a moment before Ryu turned his back to Kyle. “Come on. Lynn’ll leave you. She’s done it before.”

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    Alright. I love and loathe this chapter. It's the most heavily edited chapter so far. Seriously. Look at the print out pages. I scanned one and two , and didn't scan the text that replaced them, mostly because that's in the chapter now!
    Ignore my horrid handwriting. You see, It's just plane bad most of the time, and I cut my pinky, can't bend it, so it just made it worse because I use it for balance. Or something. My mom was explaining it to me.
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    Also, you may notice a TON of chapter titles in the Table of Contents up there. Those are all chapters that are drafted in some way in my notebook. Chapter 12's title is my favorite. "B*TCHQUEEN."

    Yeah, Sylvia. I actually like writing her a lot... for some reason. She and Ryu seem to match really well. I like their personality combinations. Ryu's got that helpful thing, and Sylvia's got that self centered streak. They balance each other out nicely Me thinks.
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    wow I finally found time to read this, I'm on chapter 4 right now... gah busy times for me. Anyway I'm really enjoying this, great job man. Sorry it took so long btw
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    Read it, loved it, cried inside that the gang broke up so quickly.

    Your battle scene was once again quite inspiring. I like Empoleon's reaction to the evolution - he didn't start kicking butt... no, he had to admire how cool he looked. XD

    Mostly I'm just depressed that they broke up so soon. Can't wait for the next chapter.
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    Quote Originally Posted by porygon181 View Post
    Read it, loved it, cried inside that the gang broke up so quickly.

    Your battle scene was once again quite inspiring. I like Empoleon's reaction to the evolution - he didn't start kicking butt... no, he had to admire how cool he looked. XD

    Mostly I'm just depressed that they broke up so soon. Can't wait for the next chapter.
    *patpat* *cookie* They get back together soon. I was a little disappointed to break them up so soon too, I love writing them as one unit, but the duos that happened ended up working very well too.

    Empoleon is, far and away, my favorite Evolution thus far. Not saying much, as the only other one was Bastiodon, who was great in her own right. Prinplup was a big egotist, kind of balancing Kyle out, so of course he would keep such a trait when he becomes a massive tank of icy death.

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    wow I finally found time to read this, I'm on chapter 4 right now... gah busy times for me. Anyway I'm really enjoying this, great job man. Sorry it took so long btw
    Not a problem, truth be told, I've been meaning to get to reading your fic, but my friend lent me RE4, and I got Mario Kart, and I have this, so my ADD kicks in hard core. It's in my bookmarks and everything. But I'm glad your enjoying it.

    Hm. I have to go though and add something to chapter 7. It skips scenes a lot, something to make it easier to tell when there's a transfer. It's not good that I've confused myself a few times in re-reading it...
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    Three Ways
    Chapter 7
    Eagles Take Flight

    “There’s nothing more right for me
    Than flying free.”

    A large black mass floated in the ocean. Even in the twilight, it seemed to block any light from reaching it. It was clearly mechanical in origin. Lights in various positions on the top of it flashed to life. Several men clamored into the vessel as it began to descend back beneath the raging waves.

    As the machine disappeared, a single silver light shot across the sky, rocketing towards the earth. It began to slow before coming to a sudden halt at the tip of a mountain. The impact sent the fresh fallen snow tumbling down the mountain side. Inside the crater was what appeared to be a small golden egg, glowing brightly from its own internal light.
    *
    Sylvia fell to her knees and began to fan herself with her hat. “Ryu! How far away are we?”

    Ryu checked the holographic map on his Pokegear again. “We haven’t even hit the mountain range yet.” The map glitched again, disappearing for a moment before coming back. “We’ll make it to the mountains if we make good time tonight. We can stay at a rest station there, and then keep going. It’ll be easy once we get over the mountains.”

    “Mountain climbing?” she whined.

    “What? Did you think you could become a Pokemon Trainer without a little bit of hard work?” Ryu turned to face Sylvia. “It’s a long tough road, and some times you gotta climb some mountains.” He started walking again, she didn’t. “If you rest anymore, I’ll leave you behind, and you’ll be eaten by wild Pidgey.”

    Sylvia contemplated the idea for a moment before standing up and following after her guide.
    *
    Kyle and Lynn had opted for the, although longer, far less difficult coastal route. They had agreed that traversing the mountains as the year speed into winter would be a bad idea, and, as they had a choice in the matter, agreed not to do it. Normally these beaches would be deserted, no one would even bother to come to them if not to see the ships go by, however, it was prime fishing season. Their path was over run with belligerent fishermen who yelled at anyone who got too close to their spot. Several battles erupted up and down the coast line in the course of a day, and the police would frequently have to be called in to separate, or just take away, anyone who got too violent.

    Lynn had a small black bird flying over her head. Its head feathers seemed to form a hat that covered its head entirely. It looked at the world from behind two beady red eyes. She was keeping Murkrow out to deal with anyone who would get to rowdy much in the same way that Kyle was keeping Growlithe close by.

    The sun was raising high into the sky, noon was approaching, but the air from the sea kept the beach cool enough to keep them from needing to break. Several men were yelling at each other near by over just whose line had hooked the fish. Taking a deep breath of salty air Lynn finally decided it was lunch time.

    Both trainers took to a nearby dock as Lynn pulled two energy bars from her back pack. “It’s not much, but it’s all I’ve got.” She broke off a small piece and handed it to Murkrow.

    Kyle opened his briefcase and pulled out a fold up fishing rod. “Might as well.” He held the pole between his legs while he opened the bar. “You really didn’t pack much?”

    “We were REAL busy before we left,” Lynn pointed out. Kyle nodded. “What are you gonna try and catch anyway?”

    “Anything that bites.” He shrugged his shoulders as he tossed the rest of the bar to Growlithe. “I’ve been thinking I need a new Water type lately. Since Empoleon can handle close-range combat, I need a long distance Pokemon too.”

    “What about Slowpoke?”

    “I use her more for Psychic attacks. After all, when was the last time you saw a Slowpoke fully emerged in water? They don’t really like it.” The fishing pole began to shake. “I mean, Slowpokes move too slow to actually swim, so…” the fishing pole began to fly out of Kyle’s loose grip. He grabbed the fishing pole just before it left his hands completely. “Lynn! Help, grab the pole!”

    Lynn grabbed just above Kyle’s hands and the two pulled hard. Falling back on the dock, they watched as a single Remoraid flew over the dock into a near by fish pool behind it. “That... was no ordinary Remoraid,” Lynn noted. The two ran forward and saw it. It was four feet long, twice the size of a normal Remoraid. Kyle tossed a pokeball forward.

    <Empoleon, Knight of the Holy Order, at your service.> Empoleon kneeled in front of the trainers.

    “Umm… who taught you such lame lines?” Kyle interrupted.

    “I think he’s been reading the manga again.” Lynn called for Murkrow, who had been happily eating the crumbs out of the wrappers of the energy bars.

    <Yup yup. That’s one strange Empoleon. But it’s now where near as strange as that little fishy over there,> Murkrow cawed, <I mean, I’d hate to be the Pelipper that catches that thing! Yipes!>

    The large blue fish positioned itself so it had a better view of the trainers. Its fins- only small compared to its body size- were still beneath the water of the pool, splashing a few fish over the side with every move. The top half of its two part tail blew in the salt wind. It looked the trainers over. ‘I’m trapped in the pool; they had clearly been planning this’ it thought to itself. ‘Clever humans, thinking they can one up Pokemon. They were waiting for me the whole time. Just because I’m different. They were plotting with the other Remoraid, I know it!’ He began to shake violently.

    <Seriously Kyle, dude, this thing is nuts.> Empoleon gave his trainer a look, as if asking ‘Why are we going after the crazy Pokemon?’

    Kyle shrugged. “We’ll get him a psychologist.” He reached into his briefcase and pulled out an empty Pokeball. “But we’ll worry about that when the time comes.”
    *

    Nigel stood up. He didn’t have his shirt on, and his glasses were on the table beside him. Despite the lack of eyewear, he could clearly see Angelo walking into his room. “Prick,” he spat before Angelo could even open his moth.

    “I love you too, Nigel.” Angelo laughed to himself before throwing a shirt at the man. “Come along. He’s calling for us. Besides, I can see your mark, and it’s bothering me.” He pointed to Nigel’s chest. Nigel quickly tossed the shirt over his head and pulled it down to hide the mark. “Change your appearance as much as you want, you can’t hide that.”

    “Whatever.” He put on his jacket and walked out of the room, leaving Angelo alone.

    Angelo took a brief look around. “Your room is as bland and personality-less as you are.” The room was white, all around. The closet doors, the desk, the chair, even the sheets on his bed. He looked on the bedside table and spotted a single picture frame. He picked it up and looked at the picture in the frame. “Curious… why would he have that girl…?” His thoughts were broken by a voice calling for him over the loud speakers. “Right, right,” he sighed, “on my way.”

    He walked into the cold steely hallways. They were grey with red painted pipes along the wall and colored dots on the floor indicating your current location- purple for crew cabins in this case. He walked quickly; even at full pace it took him several minutes to make it to the destination. He stood in front of an imposing double door engraved with images of legendary Pokemon. They opened slowly in front of him.

    The room was dark and cold. Three chairs stood in the middle of the room, they were gold and lit from beneath with pale white lights. Nigel occupied the one on the far right. He didn’t say anything to Angelo as he took the one on the left.

    “Where’s Lydia?” Angelo asked.

    “She’s in critical condition.” A cold, uncaring voice from the furthest side of the room finally spoke.

    “Sir, what do you mean?” Nigel asked, slightly surprised.

    “Lydia was critically injured attempting to capture Lugia; her entire platoon was also killed. She lost both arms, and is currently in surgery. She’ll be fitted with new mechanical arms, but until then, I’ll have to name a new commander.”

    “It hardly matters how badly any of these people get hurt,” Nigel flipped his hair, “they aren’t like us.”

    “How can you say that!?” Angelo yelled, standing up. “They are human beings, just like us!”

    “Can you really call yourself a human being, Angelo?” Nigel quickly countered.

    Angelo opened his mouth to speak, but he was interrupted by the voice of the man in the darkness.

    “SILENCE, BOTH OF YOU!” The voice yelled. A cold wind tore through the room and knocked over the empty chair following the man’s command. “At any rate,” the voice quickly regained its composure, “Angelo, your new mission is to finish what Lydia started. Tame Lugia and bring him here.” Nigel laughed. “And don’t think I’ve forgotten you.” Angelo smirked after hearing Nigel get shot down, “You are to continue recon as to the location of legendary Pokemon. With Lydia gone, we must double our work load. Dismissed.” A cold mechanic whirring carried the voice away as he finished his last sentence.

    “Don’t die Angelo.” Nigel taunted as the two men walked towards the door.

    “Shut up.” Angelo walked in the opposite of Nigel. “Say, how is Leon?” he laughed.

    “Fine, thanks for asking. He still says that Poison Powder was a bit unnecessary, though.”
    *
    A small green gecko like Pokemon skittered in front of Ryu. Its tail was large and green, seemingly big enough to takeout a man with a single powerful smack. It had glowing yellow eyes that examined everything around it carefully. It crawled on its red belly sniffing the ground. “That’s your starter? Treecko?” Ryu asked, watching it climb up one of the last trees in the quickly thinning forest.

    “Yep,” Sylvia happily replied, “He’s a tough one. Helped me get Buizel.” She pointed to a second pokeball on the strap of her purse. Ryu and Ivysaur looked at each other.

    The forest thinned away quickly and the mountain range came into clear view.

    They were on the leeward side of the mountain range. Ryu knew as soon as they began to descend the other side winter storms would start to hit them, and hard. A large wooden cabin sat at the base of the mountains, the rest area he had mentioned earlier. It was simple in design, wood, a few windows, and the door, painted bright green. A sign near the door labeled it as the rest stop. Ryu opened the door and was greeted with the sounds of a roaring fire, and the smells of fresh cut wood. An elderly man moved to greet them in the entrance hall way. He had a shining bald head, but a rich grey beard. He wore a faded green vest over an old white shirt. He watched them from behind an old pair of half spectacles. His eyes seemed to be permanently closed; however, they also seemed to look right into the hearts of the trainers. “Two? Oh my, we have room only for one to sleep on a bed, and that’s only in living room on the fold out.” He looked at Ryu and Sylvia. “So who is staying?”

    “She is.” Ryu quickly pointed to Sylvia. “I’ll stay on the floor.”

    “But sonny, there’s still plenty of daylight, aren’t you going to tackle the mountain?”

    Ryu shook his head. “No, I’m going to guide her to Oreburgh.”

    “As the winter storms start?”

    “Yes.”

    “Are you going to take the gondolas?”

    Ryu’s head turned to think of the first- and only- time he’d ever ridden a gondola. His weak stomach left him throwing up by the time they reached the top. Most moving vehicles, anything that wasn’t a boat, left him sick. “N-no sir, we’ll be taking the paths on foot.” He laughed nervously, already feeling slightly ill at the thought.

    “Are you simply brave or foolish?” the old man scratched his bald head. “Very well… very well.” He walked slowly away from the pair, leaving them to puzzle in their own thoughts.

    “Wait, sir!” Ryu thrust his hand out, “Is there anything we can do, you know, to make up for staying here?”

    “We?” Sylvia asked.

    “Can she cook?” The old man pointed to Sylvia with his crooked walking stick.

    “She can.”

    “I can?” Sylvia instantly questioned.

    “What about that breakfast you made me? I’m sure you can make something!”

    “And are you opposed to physical labor?” The old man turned his head towards Ryu.

    “No. Growing up the Capitan had me chopping wood practically every night.” Ryu proudly held up an arm.

    “Good, so I don’t need to explain to you what you’re going to be doing. There’s wood out back. Have fun.” He walked away stroking his beard, laughing hardily.

    “I think we just got played,” Sylvia sighed.

    Ryu shrugged. “My bad? But he’s an old man; we can’t let him chop wood!”

    ”Did you SEE his arms? That old man could probly lift both of us up and not break a sweat!” Sylvia was indignant towards Ryu for forcing her into volunteer work. She was prepared to yell at him again, but he had already gone out back to start chopping wood.
    *
    Empoleon raised Remoraid over his head and tossed the flailing fish on to the ground. <Bloody HELL,> he panted, <That thing ways a TON. Catch the paranoid thing already!>

    Kyle raised the empty pokeball above his head and tossed it with all his strength. The massive Remoraid was consumed in a red light and forced into the ball. It started shaking violently, more so than the fish had when it first showed up. It slowed. It stopped. Kyle thrust his arm into the air. “Remoraid, you are mine!” He grabbed the pokeball and did a little dance.

    Lynn applauded a little. “So, about that psychologist.” The two trainers laughed in unison just as angry yelling started to fill the air.

    The battle had left several gashes in the large container. It wasn’t broken, there was no spilled water, and fish weren’t escaping, but it was still a large amount of damage that would be, no doubt, expensive to repair.

    “Hey! It was that guy!” A large man pointed a fishing pole at Kyle. Kyle looked around for someone else.

    “Me?” He asked, pointing at himself.

    <No, the other guy.> Empoleon rolled his eyes.

    A crowd of fisherman began to descend on Kyle and Lynn’s position. “Hey, look, we can settle this without violence. I mean, it’s not like the fish are getting out or anything. It’s just a little scratched up. I didn’t throw Remoraid in there or anything. I’ll pay for it!”

    “Gentlemen,” a voice of reason came from the angry mob, “Surely we can solve this without beating a boy.” A man pushed his way through the mob. He stood tall, six feet, maybe taller. He was thin, and tan from the sun. He looked older then he really was, and he smelled of salt air. He had a rich grey beard, trimmed neatly, and a head of salt-and-pepper hair underneath a black naval hat with gold trim. He had an eye patch over one eye, a monocle on the other. His voice was low and gravely, but it carried a kindness that a father would possess. He held a fishing pole over his shoulders. His black naval jacket was draped on his back, tied on the front. His arms weren’t through the arm holes, instead resting outside the jacket. He wore a white shirt and black pants. He spat a cigarette out of his mouth before he continued to speak in a powerful Scottish accent. “I’m Capitan Georg Solen, and anyone who has a problem with these children has a problem with me.”

    “Capitan Solen!” Kyle cried out in excitement and relief.

    “Shut it, lad. It’s your fault you’re in this mess.” The Capitan whacked Kyle over the head with his fishing pole.

    The men all looked at each other. Who in their right mind would dare mess with the man who conquered the Whirl Islands, and proudly wore the Silver Feather pinned to his jacket pocket? They quickly dispersed before the tide could turn against them.

    “So, you kids are heading back to Snowpoint, huh?” Georg lit another cigarette. Lynn and Kyle nodded in unison. “Giving up the trainer gig, huh?” He took a drag of his cigarette.

    “What?” Lynn got up in Georg’s face. “We’re getting the gym badge!”

    Georg blew a cloud of smoke into her face and sent her falling back coughing. “Kidding around, lassie. If there are two constants in this world, they’re to respect the sea and never doubt teenagers.”

    Murkrow and Empoleon watched the display. Empoleon had only seen Georg once before, when he had been saying good-bye to Ryu before he left town on his journey. Actually, he recalled, it was less of a ‘good-bye,’ and more of a ‘don’t screw up.’Seeing him up close was like seeing a titan in real life. He was as powerful looking as the stories made him out to be.

    Kyle helped Lynn on to her feet. “So, what are you doing here anyway?”

    “Taking Lola out on a cruise.” He pointed his fishing pole towards a ship docked not far away. It was black, except for a patch in the bow that was silver colored. It had a red stripe at the water line, with the name “Lola” painted on its stern, a cherry in place of the ‘o’. A former human transport ship, he had retired sixteen years ago and now only used the ship for his own recreation.

    “So you’re willing to give us a ride back?” Lynn slid closer to the Capitan. “Please?”

    Georg looked from Lynn to Kyle to their Pokemon, and back to the trainers. “Fine,” he shrugged, “Ryu would ask me to do the same thing, I suppose.”

    Kyle and Lynn high fived.

    *
    Ryu hefted the axe over his head and slammed it down on the last log. He took off his bandana and wiped his forehead with it. The sun was starting to go down, and the winter temperatures were creeping up on them. Sylvia walked out holding a bowl of steaming soup. “I burned the water, but food is food.” She handed the bowl to Ryu.

    He took a slurp and sat down on the stump he had been working on. “You know, I’ve been thinking, you may be right.”

    “I told you we got played! There are no other trainers around here.”

    “No, not about that, besides, they’re all in the woods, they got put to work too. About me and my friends not being able to stay out of trouble.” He looked reflectively into the bowl. “Troubles followed me for as far back as I’ve been told.”

    Sylvia looked at Ryu. This was the most serious she’d ever seen him in the few short days they had known each other. “What do you mean?”

    Ryu shook his head. “For now, it’s not important.” He took another slurp of the soup, completely ignoring the spoon in the bowl. The old man watched from behind the wood pile.

    “Oh, boy, if only you had any idea of the trouble that surrounds you.” He entered the house through the back door and walked towards an old telephone with a rotation dial. “Hello, operator? Can you direct me to Richard Rider? R-I-D-E-R. No listing? I see. Thank you anyway.” He hung the phone up. “Ryu.” He stood beside the phone for a long time.
    *
    The ship ripped through the water, leaving a wave trailing behind it. Kyle stood at the stern of the ship watching several small Remoraid jump in and out of the wake. He looked at the pokeball holding his psychotic new Pokemon. Georg appeared from beneath the deck, holding a small box under his arm. “The cuddy’s all cleaned up for you two to sleep in tonight. Cabin’s mine, seeing as I’m the Capitan.”

    “You want me and Lynn to sleep together?” Kyle gasped.

    “Yarr,” Georg replied.

    “Come on, Kyle, don’t be so up tight. There are two beds and you like boys. The only thing that’s gonna happen is nothing,” Lynn said, walking calmly out of the cabin.

    Kyle scratched the back of his head, “True. I guess it’s just, you know, people tend to connect dots the in the way they want to when they find out two people are sleeping in the same room.”

    “Stop yer whining, lad.” Georg lit another cigarette. “You can sleep in the crows nest if you don’t want to sleep in a room.”

    Kyle looked up the mast and saw Lynn’s Murkrow sitting on a basket attached to it. It was easily thirty feet in the air, maybe higher. “I’ll sleep with Lynn, thank you.”

    “Damn right ye will, whiner.” He walked into the wheelhouse and closed the door behind him.

    Kyle pocketed his pokeball and slid down the railing. “He scares me. I can’t imagine having to grow up with him. Poor Ryu.”

    Lynn nodded in agreement. “Doesn’t exactly seem like the nurturing type, does he?”

    “There are no windows in this wheel house; I can hear everything you two are saying!” Georg yelled, causing both teens to flinch.

    Night wrapped the world in its gentle embrace. The golden egg on the top of the mountain began to unfurl. The shell had actually been two golden ribbon-like tails at the back of a pale white body. It stood up, an eye glowing in the middle of its torso. The glowing subsided and it slammed shut. Three blue tags danced from the top of its star shaped head. It opened its eyes slowly and took in the cold winter air. “I smell Mew,” it giggled. “What’s Mew doing here?” Jirachi rose into the air and took off down the mountain, leaving a sparkling trail of stardust behind it.

    Ryu slipped into a deep slumber in front of the dieing fire, Sylvia was crammed on a fold out bed with five other travelers, Lynn and Kyle slept soundly, back to back on an already small bed. The Georg stood at the bow of the ship, silently reflecting. He opened the box he had taken out of the cuddle earlier. Inside was a picture. A man with messy brown hair and glasses had his arm around a woman with hair the same color tied back into a neat bun. In the woman’s arms was a bundle of blankets wrapped around a baby. He put the picture back in the box and blew out a cloud of smoke. The temperature was starting to drop rapidly. They’d be at Snowpoint by dawn.

    Ryu felt a warm patch on his chest. “God, this is the worst case of heartburn I’ve ever had.” He opened his eyes. On his chest sat a small bright red Pokemon. Its small tail lay on Ryu’s stomach. It watched him with happy black eyes. Small embers dribbled from its duck-bill like mouth, but they died before they could reach, and damage, Ryu.

    <Magby!> it happily chimed.

    “That would be why,” he said, groggily wiping his eyes. The old man stood in the doorway outside.

    “Take it.” He tossed Ryu a pokeball, “If you’re climbing the mountains, you’ll need to keep warm. It’s the least I can do to make it all up to you.”

    Ryu looked puzzled. “Thank you,” he said, returning Magby to the ball, “but make what up?”

    “Unimportant.” The man walked forward. “My name is Doctor Markus Doctor.”

    “Wait, wait, Doctor Doctor?”

    “Yes?”

    “… Nothing.”

    Ryu stood up as Sylvia walked in to the room from the kitchen. “Old man, you’ve played me one time too many. I’m outta here!” she tossed her apron on his head and stormed out of the house.

    Doctor Markus pulled the apron off his face. “She has quite an attitude, doesn’t she?” he asked.

    “You haven’t seen the half of it, I’m willing to bet.” Ryu leapt to his feet. “Thank you very much,” he bowed, “For allowing us the comfort of your home.” He ran out the door after Sylvia, grabbing his burlap sack as he moved.

    Markus closed the door. “No, Ryu. Thank you for assuring me you survived. Franklin would be proud to see what has come from those days, I think.”

    Sylvia was starting up the path way carved into the mountain side by the multitudes of explorers and trainers that came before them. Ryu quickly caught up with her. “You really shouldn’t run off like that, he opened his home to us, after all.”

    “He played us like a fiddle. He had the trainers doing all the work and he wasn’t doing squat.”

    “He’s an old man, Sylvia!”

    “So? Old people should do work too. It’s not like I got all MY money handed to me.”

    “You kind of did.”

    Sylvia looked at her traveling companion. “Whose side are you on, anyway?”

    “Oh god, I’m in trouble,” he sighed to himself.
    *
    Lola slowed to a stop at the docks. Kyle was thrown from his delicately balanced position on the corner of the bed, a spot he had taken trying not to get too close to Lynn.

    “Alright, kids,” The Capitan yelled, opening the door, a cold air following in behind him, “We’re here.”

    Kyle and Lynn stumbled their way up the steps in the bright sunlight. Even in the early morning, Snowpoint was famed as one of the brightest cities in the world with constant snow on the ground. Kyle took a deep breath of the winter air, Lynn shivered in her outfit. Shorts were a poor choice for winter, even if you had grown up in a winter environment all your life.

    “I-I’m going home first.” She chattered, “I must change clothes.” Lynn pushed the rope ladder over the dock and descended, quickly running off towards a large apartment building.

    Kyle turned towards Georg. “Thank you again, sir. It’d have taken us ages to get here otherwise.”

    “Not a problem, Kyle. You kids have done more than your fair share for me the past fifteen years.” He lit a cigarette.

    “Ryu’s fine, by the way. He’s on his way to Oreburgh as we speak.” He walked over to the rope bridge, “He’s still attached to Wingull. You’re definitely one of his biggest influences, sir.”

    Georg watched Kyle move out of sight. “I would hope so,” he took a drag of the cigarette and tossed it into the water, “I was the one who raised him for his entire life.”

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    Anyway, this chapter proved extremely difficult to write. Mostly because I felt like it moved slowly, and it had a few events that changed in favor of having them not happen now, or at all. I like it, all things considered.

    Oh, and Capitan Georg… picture Sean Connery, for the love of GOD Picture Sean Connery. He’s the only guy I could imagine in that roll. Ever.
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    I think I really loved this chapter.

    The progression was timed perfectly, in my opinion, even if you think it went too slowly. The character growth and plot revelations were all interesting, but they weren't BAM SHOVED IN YOUR FACE like that was. XD

    “Lynn! Help, grab the pole!”
    *has a gutterbrain*

    “How can you say that!?” Angelo yelled, standing up. “They are human beings, just like us!”

    “Can you really call yourself a human being, Angelo?” Nigel quickly countered.
    I really liked this whole scene between Nigel and Angelo. It was very intriguing, and it brought up a lot of questions. Like, was there a literal reason Angelo shouldn't be calling himself human?? The reference to Lydia's soon-to-be bionic arms seemed like it was hinting at something.

    “I smell Mew,” it giggled. “What’s Mew doing here?” Jirachi rose into the air and took off down the mountain, leaving a sparkling trail of stardust behind it.
    Ahahaha! SO CUTE!

    “So? Old people should do work too. It’s not like I got all MY money handed to me.”

    “You kind of did.”

    Sylvia looked at her traveling companion. “Whose side are you on, anyway?”
    I so love Sylvia now.

    “Not a problem, Kyle. You kids have done more than your fair share for me the past fifteen years.”
    I want to know what he was referring to. It got me all curious.

    But yeah, great chapter. I loved all the new characters, as well as the new depth that the existing characters got. Georg seems so amusing. And is that massive Remoraid just an amusing gimmick, or is it's size in some way contributing to the plot?

    Tune in next week to find the answers to these many random questions!!!

    *theme song and credits*
    Whee. I put this here just so my posts wouldn't look so ugly. You'd be amazed at how ugly they look without a siggy. Maybe later I'll put something of some consequence down here. Maybe. I'm kinda lazy. Oh well. Peace out, hommes.

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    Quote Originally Posted by porygon181 View Post
    I think I really loved this chapter.

    The progression was timed perfectly, in my opinion, even if you think it went too slowly. The character growth and plot revelations were all interesting, but they weren't BAM SHOVED IN YOUR FACE like that was. XD
    That ACTUALY took me by surprise! Sublity is my strong suit, like the fact that Kyle's gay that I metioned in chapter one that like 8 people I know in real life missed. In hindsight, this chapter probly contains more hints to the plot than any other chapter will. Well, untill I move the actual plot itself.


    *has a gutterbrain*
    Written that way intentionaly :3


    I really liked this whole scene between Nigel and Angelo. It was very intriguing, and it brought up a lot of questions. Like, was there a literal reason Angelo shouldn't be calling himself human?? The reference to Lydia's soon-to-be bionic arms seemed like it was hinting at something.
    Muhuhuhuhuhu. Nice to wonder about things, isn't it? *Wiked smile*



    Ahahaha! SO CUTE!
    Jirachi is the second favorite pokemon of mine to write next to Quilava. That said, Jirachi's gotten like zip screen time.



    I so love Sylvia now.
    Writting Sylvia wound up being so much more fun than I thought it would be,
    she just wound up being such a realistic down to earth person, while at the same time being just rediculos enough to fit in with Ryu and them (Affectionatly named "Team Ways" by a friend). All around, she and Ryu just work perfectly together me thinks.

    I want to know what he was referring to. It got me all curious.
    Again, with the Muhuhuhuhuing.

    But yeah, great chapter. I loved all the new characters, as well as the new depth that the existing characters got. Georg seems so amusing. And is that massive Remoraid just an amusing gimmick, or is it's size in some way contributing to the plot?

    Tune in next week to find the answers to these many random questions!!!

    *theme song and credits*
    Alas, it is just a gimmick based on the idea that sea based pokemon would end up larger than the ones you catch in lakes and rivers. And, I wanted to write a giant Octilry later.

    Georg, far and away, my favorite old man in relation to the sea... god, I hated that book. He's just part of the massive focus on the ocean I'm putting on this (Pirates, Boats, Capitans). I also wanted the man with a deep connection to Ryu to be comical, yet setern and awsome.

    Opening Theme: Higher and Higher (Kumoko, Rave Master)
    Ending Theme: Yugari no koto ai (Get Backers)
    *Shot*

    I always love your input, I'm so glad you're enjoying this story as much as I'm enjoying writing it. Well, that'd be hard, I have so much fun wiriting just completly redicuolos sceans.

    And this is me not caring about spell checking this post!
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    Three Ways
    Chapter 8
    Inferno Fodder

    “Let’s burn down the world.”

    Angelo descend the last ancient stone stair case slowly. He wore his jacket unbuttoned on his shoulders; he didn’t even have his arms in the holes. The smell of blood and mold filled his nostrils. He winced at the thought of what he would find. Blood smeared the walls, but there were no bodies to be seen any where, he presumed they had all sunk to the depths of the deep pools that dotted the cave, and his stomach turned at the thought of the bodies of his comrades sinking slowly into the depths. A roaring call came from the far end of the cave.

    “Another Human enters my domain!” A burst of wind tore through the cave and blew his jacket clean off his shoulders and forced him to one knee out of shock.

    “Lugia. So that’s his power?” Angelo stood up and brushed off his shoulders. A barcode tattoo on his upper left arm read ‘CDNW02G’. He cracked his knuckles. “Lugia, come to me!”

    His call was answered.

    A large white bird flew forward. Its massive wings expanded the length of the cave. Its eyes were shielded with navy blue, horn like protrusions; they flew open as it let out another vicious roar. Its mouth was lined with sharp teeth, however, they were clean, and clearly were not the cause of death to any of the lost pirates. Lugia landed on the opposite side of the pool Angelo was standing on, and glared at him.

    “Why are you here?” he spoke in plain English.

    “I’m here for you,” Angelo replied.

    “The last human who said that nearly died. Do you wish to follow her path?” Lugia’s eyes narrowed.

    “I won’t. You’re coming with me.” He pulled a pokeball from his pocket, “Whether or not you like it.”

    “Human! You have made the biggest mistake of your life!” Lugia roared, rising up.

    ‘I don’t need to beat it; I just need to get it outside.’ He felt a trigger in his pocket. ‘There’s enough C4 set to blow us both sky high, but I’ll have to use it to get him out.’ He opened the pokeball. “Sizor, I’m counting on you.”

    A large red bug stood beside Angelo. He had two sharp pincers at the end of two red armored arms. Both claws had deep orange eye dots on both sides. His entire body was covered in shining red armor, even his thorax. His head had three sharp spikes coming from the top of it, and his two feet were sharply clawed and flat bottomed. He had two wings on his back, the tops protected with the same armor on his body. They buzzed quickly, keeping him hovering slightly above the ground. Standing several inches shorter than Angelo, the hovering brought them to a similar standing.

    Lugia let out another roar as Sizor flew forward. “Sizor, attack at will!” Angelo commanded. A radio buzzed to life in his ear.

    “Sir, the C4 is set, and we’ve begun evacuating the cave.”

    “Good, get everyone else out of here and ready the ship.” Sizor was sent flying beside him with a quick flick of Lugia’s massive wings. Angelo tossed the trigger into the air a caught it. “Sizor, Protect!” Sizor threw up a blue shield around himself and his trainer as Angelo pushed the button. The entire island rocked with the force of multiple blasts tearing holes in the caverns. Sunlight streamed through into the deepest level, and Angelo grabbed hold of Sizor. Sizor lifted the duo into the air, Lugia giving pursuit.

    It wasn’t much of a chase though, as Lugia was easily able to over take them and arrive outside long before Sizor, who flew slow enough without Angelo’s added weight. Lugia stretched its massive silver wings out in the sun and began to charge energy in his mouth.

    “Fire!” Angelo yelled into the communicator.

    A massive red ship appeared, seemingly out of no where, and blocked out the sun. All at once, a shower of red blasts came firing down from a cannon positioned on the front. “Angelo, you’re such a pain.” Nigel spoke, “Couldn’t handle it yourself?” Nigel sat in a large metallic chair, several buttons on both arm rests. The room he sat in was steel-grey, computer screens flashing on several control panels. Windows covered the front of the room, and went off to the side to one hundred eighty degrees, giving him a full view of anything around him.

    Angelo let out a laugh as he landed near a small blue ship of his own. It was sleek and compacted, in contrast to the bulky, weapon covered ship Nigel stood in. “You know I don’t have the space for Lugia in here. Azelf was one thing; Lugia’s something else all together.”

    The Pokemon flipped around and shot a large blast of wind at the lasers, dispersing them in all directions. Lugia flew full speed at the airship, charging another vicious Aeroblast.

    “Stupid bird,” Nigel sneered, pressing a large red button on his chair. A missile launched out of the bottom of the ship, speeding at blinding speed towards Lugia. Seconds before it hit, the missile exploded into a net, fell over Lugia, stunning it, and sending it plummeting to the surface.

    “I’m not catching that,” Angelo said over the radio.

    Lugia crashed feet away from Angelo, still struggling in the net witch held it firmly to the ground. “Hey, Nigel, this is the first Pokemon I’ve seen struggle against the petrify net.”

    “I’m going to jolt it, which should put it down.”

    An electric current coursed through the net, Lugia roared in pain and rage, and then froze in position. Angelo whistled. “You know, seeing it actually happen is quite the deal. I want to know what technology goes into this.”

    “Magic, Angelo. It’s magic.” A third voice broke over the communicators; it was suave and elegant, putting space between each work as if conserving energy with each thought.

    “Who the hell are…” Nigel started.

    “I’m Jovial Jiyuu, the new commander.”

    “Lovely.”

    “Shut up, Nigel. Now, Jovial, what were you saying about Magic, and how do you know about all this?”

    Jovial laughed. “I designed this along with Our Capitan. They work on the power of the Plates that we have obtained. Because we’re only missing the Splash Plate, we have, more or less, total dominance over them. You see, the Plates contain the pure power of an element, and, because of that, we can concentrate the weaknesses of the legendaries, and petrify them. It’s complicated science, so complicated, it practically verges on magic.”

    “Hmmm…” Angelo scratched his chin. “Is there a way to reverse it?”

    “We think there is. The tears of a specific Pokemon have the power to reverse the process. The trouble is we don’t know what that Pokemon is, because, believe you me, we would take the steps to depose of that Pokemon immediately.”

    “Why are you asking so many questions, Angelo?” Nigel asked, slumping back in his seat.

    “Oh, I just like to know how things work.” Angelo turned off his radio and walked towards his ship, Sizor hovering behind him.


    The ice crunched beneath Kyle’s feet as he walked across the frozen grass of Snowpoint City. The sound was refreshing to him, reminding him of games of tag with friends growing up. The thought of his old friends made him begin to wonder, where were they, anyway? Only five trainers had left, so there were still plenty of kids left in the city.

    “Hey, it’s Ky!” he heard a voice from behind him. It was slightly goofy, but deep and slightly musical.

    “Brad,” Kyle laughed, turning around, “Now that’s a nickname I haven’t heard in ages.”

    Brad walked up to Kyle with a confident stride. He was wearing black cargo pants with a dark blue shirt holding on to his chest. He wore a button up flannel shirt over that, but left the bottom three buttons completely unbuttoned. The two clapped hands together. “So how’s that Pokemon Trainer thing going?”

    “Good, how’s that band thing going.”

    “Could be better.” He sighed, “Mary was our singer, but she left on her journey a month after you guys, and Harold broke both his arms snow boarding, so there goes the drums.” He shrugged. “You three holding up in one piece? I saw Lynn running by a minute ago, I just thought she was sick, and I haven’t seen Rich at all.”

    “Ryu’s going to Oreburgh. Lynn, well, she’s just being Lynn.” Kyle zipped up his jacket and pulled his hood over his head. “Where are you going? I’m gonna stop off at home and probly pick up some stuff at the store. This,” he held up his briefcase, “is becoming too small too fast.”

    “Why the hell’d you leave with a briefcase anyway? It’s not like its big enough for you to keep everything in.”

    “It looked kinda cool.” Kyle replied. “Hey, wanna stop by my place for a bit?”

    “Don’t got anything else planned,” Brad shrugged.

    The city glowed white with snow as Brad and Kyle passed a large, elegant building coated with ice. The Snowpoint Gym was marked as one of the most beautiful in Sinnoh, simply for being made of ice. The appearance of an ice temple gave it an imposing presence to trainers who had crossed the fields of ice to get to it. Far at the back of the city stood ancient ruins, forbidden to anyone who hadn’t proven themselves to Candice, the gym leader. The cityscape was dotted with buildings and housed. Several companies kept office buildings here to keep them away from the city. Snowpoint prided itself on having the cleanest air in the country. No cars existed in the city, so there was no need for roads. The side walks were covered by snow almost year round, so the towns folk had grown accustom to using the city’s landmarks as guides instead of paths and roads. Kyle and Brad approached a tight group of houses inside a small grove. Kyle produced a small key from a chain on his belt loop and bit it. “Which house is it again?”

    “Dude, don’t tell me you forgot where you live!”

    “All the houses around here look exactly the same!” Kyle snapped back.

    “Look at the addresses!” Brad countered.

    “Yeah, like we can see them! They’re covered with snow! Gods forbid anything around here ever catches fire!”

    At this point, the two boys’ argument had caught the attention of several of the houses’ occupants. A large woman with black hair back in a bun came out of one house. She wore an apron around her middle, a purple shirt covering her top. She had stern green eyes that looked like they could shoot right through anyone she was angry with. “Kyle!” She yelled loudly, causing it to echo through the neighborhood. “Come here!”

    Kyle bounded towards the house. He stood in front of the woman, prepared for the worst. The woman threw her arms around Kyle, crushing him in her embrace. “Welcome home, Kyle,” she smiled, warmly.

    “It’s nice to be home, Auntie,” he gasped, freeing himself. “Where’s Uncle Rick?”

    “You know your uncle, always overdoing himself at the office.” She put her hands on her hips. “So, what brings you back home?” She asked, leading the two boys inside.

    The house was a large, cozy two story deal. The front hall had soft wooden flooring. To the left was a carpeted staircase; to the right was the tiled kitchen, glowing white with cleanliness, smelling of fresh baked bread. Straight ahead was the large family room. In it were two large recliners, one red, one blue, and a large sofa, covered with a checkerboard pattern cloth. On the center wall was a large flat screen TV, positioned perfectly between two windows. On the right wall was a fireplace, on the hearth, pictures of Kyle in various stages of growth, his aunt with a thin, pale man with graying brown hair and an unhealthy face. Another couple was in a frame beside them. The woman was in her wedding dress, she had dark brown hair and light green eyes. She smiled happily as she held hands with a tall proud looking man with dark eyes. He wasn’t showing his teeth, but he was smiling none the less. His hair was cut short, and he wore a naval dress uniform. His aunt gestured for the boys to sit.

    “Go ahead, it’s good for ya’.” She smiled, sitting on the red recliner.

    “Thank you, Mrs. Tamara.” Brad sat on the couch opposite of Kyle.

    “Candice wanted to fight me as soon as Piplup fully evolved. Guess what just happened the other night?”

    “Ah! I heard about that!” Brad pointed at Kyle. “You, Rich, and Lynn were on the news! You fought some dude in the streets!”

    “Yeah, they were bad news. Pirates.” Tamara shot her head up at the mention of the word. “Ryu was completely beaten. Lynn and I would have lost too, but they got called away.”

    Lynn rushed up another flight of stairs and turned down the hall way. She counted off the doors as she passed them, holding a card key in her left hand, and her shoes, damp from melting snow, in her right. She came to her home door, Suite seventy eight, slid the card key, and opened the door.

    A picture of a woman with long blonde hair and a confident smile hung to the right of the door, clearly visible when Lynn first walked in. She wore a smart brown suit and a diamond necklace dangled around her neck, catching the light of the camera’s flash. Her lips were ruby red from her lipstick, and her eyes were the same pale green as Lynn’s. Lynn looked back at the woman and smiled. “I’m home, mom.”

    Lynn put her shoes on a rack beside a pair of relaxed white tennis shoes. She walked slowly down the entrance hall and came into the kitchen. A man with thick, shaggy light brown hair sat chewing his pen cap as he glared at a crossword puzzle. His dark blue eyes pierced the pages from behind a pair of round glasses. He hunched over the page and arched his back. He was wearing a white over coat with his name tag still on it. Mike DeLarus, Snowpoint’s best, and only, pediatrician, was clearly the source of Lynn’s never say die attitude in the face of crossword puzzles.

    “Dad!” Lynn ran into the kitchen and attempted to slide to a stop, but her socks did not allow for such a quick stop, sending her flying into her father and forcing the two into a tumbling slide into the cabinets.

    Her father patted her on the head. “Lynn, you certainly know how to make an entrance.” The two stood up, using the counter as support. “Good to see you’re dressing warm.” He pulled on her short sleeves.

    “I was coming home to fix that.” She pulled back. “It was summer when I left after all, and you didn’t really give me the money to do shopping before I left.”

    “Yeah, because I thought you kids were going to bet money on Pokemon battles and all that.”

    “Dad, you were never a Trainer, it’s expensive. First all the Pokemon up keep, then the cost of living supplies for you and your Pokemon, then pokeballs, it’s a big drain, not leaving enough for the latest in winter fashion.”

    Mike rolled his eyes. “You kids these days and you’re style and your Pokemon and your…” Lynn covered her father’s mouth before he could launch off on a tangent. Despite it being another trait she inherited from him, she couldn’t stand hearing them. “So,” he asked, moving her hand away, “How long are you in town?”

    “Kyle and I are here for at least two days.” She held up two fingers to make a point, “A day for our gym battles and a day for us to get ourselves put together with fresh supplies and stuff.”

    “Two days?” Her dad crossed his arms across his chest. “How much shopping can you get done in that amount of time?”

    “With Kyle,” she pulled walked across the linoleum floor to the fridge, swung the door open and pulled out a carton of orange juice, “A lot.” She took a swig of it before returning it to its place on the shelf, much to her father's dismay. “That is,” she added, edging close to her father, “if you’ll lend me a little extra cash.”

    Her father scratched his chin in deep consideration. “Hmm….”

    “Please, father? You wouldn’t want your delicate little angel to freeze to death in the harsh Sinnoh winter would you?” She asked, feigning weakness.

    “Fine,” Mike sighed, “I’ll give you some money so you won’t freeze.”

    Lynn gave a discrete fist pump before running to her room. “I love you, Daddy!” she yelled, throwing her door open.

    “Love you too, Honey.” Mike looked at the picture on the wall. “She’s a lot like you, Elliot. You’d be so proud of her.”


    Ryu wore a zombiefied look on his face. His steps were slow and uneven. “It’s the tVirus. Finally, I always knew it would come,” he diagnosed. “I should have Kyle bring the shot gun, one clean shot to my head. That’ll do it. Damn you, Umbrella. Damn you.”

    Sylvia continued to scold Ryu, though at this point it had become more of a mindless drone in Ryu’s ears second to the wind. “And another thing,” she started for the what had to be twentieth time, “you look like a mess. Gaunt face, torn up jeans, messed up shirt. Honestly, when was the last time you bought yourself something new?”

    “I use the newest model pokeballs,” Ryu was suddenly very alert and defensive.

    “That is most definitely not what I meant.” Sylvia ran ahead of Ryu, “You want to become Champion of the Pokemon League, right?”

    “That’s the gist of it, yeah,” he nodded.

    “That’s one of the most influential positions in the land. Few things go down with out the Pokemon league’s consent. You have to look good.”

    “But I’m not the champion yet. I’ve got seven badges, countless battles, the Pokemon League Final Tournament, and, most importantly, Lynn and Kyle standing in my way. And those pirates, Angelo and Lydia. I’m sure we haven’t seen the last of them.”

    Sylvia laughed, “Come on Ryu. To get to be the champion, you have to look like a champion.”

    Ryu looked himself over. He didn’t think he looked that bad off. Sure, his pants were a bit torn and his shirt was a bit dirty, but that mess was a trophy of everything he had been through thus far. “I look like an action hero.”

    “Action Heroes Champions are NOT.”

    “The last Champion was an action hero. He defeated Team Galactic fifteen years ago,” Ryu defended.

    “And he was dethroned two years later,” she countered.

    “But I’m not in it to keep the title for decades. I want to become Champion and have my name recorded, to have people look up to me. I’ll be the first Champion from Snowpoint in fifty years.”

    “Or Kyle, or Lynn, or maybe you’ll all be knocked out in the elimination rounds.”

    Ryu’s eyes narrowed to slits. “I can take them.”

    “Like you took that pirate?” She snapped.

    Right in the pride. Ryu searched his head for a counter, but all he could come up with was “You couldn’t do better!”

    “I’ve been training for three weeks. You have six months and years of schooling and tutoring under your belt.”

    “And that’s another reason I have to win. I have to prove to the Capitan that I am the best. Then he won’t be able to scold me anymore.”


    Sylvia gave her companion another glance. “You know, you keep being deep. That bothers me. Lighten up: there’s a long road ahead, and plenty of time for you to be deep later!”

    “… that’s my line,” Ryu mumbled.

    Lynn flung open her white closet door. It bounced off her dark blue wall, and rebounded back into place before she could even look at what was inside. Opening it slowly, she was met with the sight of a number of teal shirts similar to the one she was wearing with a few exceptions. There was one with a large flower on the chest where she had once spilled a large amount of catsup while attempting to make meatloaf, and several long sleeved shirts with hoods on them. Pulling several of the later out of the closest, she walked across the brown shag carpet to a brown dresser. Each drawer was labeled with red sparkly paint: “Pants” on the top, “Skirts” in the middle, and “Socks and Underwear” on the bottom. She tossed her massive backpack over to her bed; witch was covered in a soft comforter, blue in color, of course. Kyle always questioned if she had been taking the ‘favorite color’ thing a bit too far, but she never cared much for his input on her personal space. She slid the top drawer open and pulled out a pair of proper jeans, the same color as her shorts. Looking them over she could tell that they would barely fit, but tight jeans were better than frostbitten legs.

    Tamara brought the two boys each their own glass of warm lemonade. While Kyle always thought it sounded disgusting, it was actually one of the best drinks on the face of the earth with the right amount of sugar. “…And then,” Kyle restarted from where he had left off, “Ryu was hanging from the trap he had set to catch that Teddiursa. That bear is one smart Pokemon. Big coward, though. First time I’d ever seen anyone carry out a Pokemon battle upside down, too. That was one for the record books. He was beet red at the end of it.”

    “How’d he get down?” Tamara asked sitting back in her recliner.

    “He didn’t. We left him there. God only knows what happened,” he laughed sarcastically.

    “Well it’s good to hear you kids are keeping out of trouble,” Tamara laughed.

    “Yeah, out of trouble,” Kyle nervously retorted, looking down at Remoraid’s pokeball.

    The front door opened quietly. In the doorway stood a tall, thin man, he appeared to be sick, or just malnourished. “I thought I heard kids laughing,” he spoke with slow words, carefully chosen to best get his point across, “when’d you roll back into town, Kyle?”

    “Sailed back in, actually,” Kyle stood up and walked over to his uncle, giving him a warm handshake, Uncle Rick’s preferred greeting to anyone who wasn’t his wife, “this afternoon. Capitan Georg brought us in.”

    “Ah, I see.” He looked over to Brad, “Bradley,” he simply nodded.

    “Sir.” Brad bowed as best he could sitting down.

    He walked over to his wife and kissed her warmly on the cheek before taking the red recliner next to her. “Are you here alone?”

    “Lynn came back with me,” he explained for what felt like the hundredth time. “It’s time to challenge the gym.”

    “Candice has been talking about you. First trainer to leave with Piplup in years, at least since they started that Starter Assignment Test.”

    “Hardest test I’ve ever taken.” Kyle shuttered at the memory of the test. The day before you got your trainer’s license, you were required to take a test to determine what your starter Pokemon would be. They had instituted it in order to prevent kids arguing over who got what starter Pokemon, and cut down on the amount of time it took them to choose. Questions ranged from “What’s your favorite color” to complicated bits like “In the event a building is on fire and you are the only one who is awake, what do you do?” with replies varying from “Run and save myself” to “Help as many people as I can before help arrives.” In all, it felt like taking a bad online personality test.

    Brad waved his hand in front of Kyle’s face, “Dude, you there? Earth to Ky, come in Ky!” Kyle snapped back and made a few noises that couldn’t even be taken as words. “You’re phones ringing.”

    Kyle flipped his phone open. “Hello?”

    “I’m outside the house.”

    “Lynn.” Kyle seemed irritated at her failed attempt at humor.

    “Shut up and get your butt outside.”

    Kyle closed his phone. “Well, Lynn’s being her usual self and can’t wait six seconds.” He chugged the rest of his lemonade. “Anyone want to come watch a real Gym Battle?”

    “I officiate them all day, I can go without.” Rick laughed.

    “I have to get dinner started, but I’ll walk you to the front door,” Tamara kindly offered.

    “I’ll come. Like I said, my day’s got nothing to it.” Brad stood up beside Kyle. “Besides, I always wanted to see you battle.”

    Tamara led the boys down the entrance hall and to the door. Thanking her, Brad walked outside. “Thanks again, Auntie.” Kyle gave the woman a hug. “I’ll be back later tonight.”

    Lynn leaned against a bicycle. The light hood of her shirt was pulled up over her head and her ponytail hung out from beside her neck, resting on her right shoulder. “Brad.” She acknowledged him coldly.

    “Lynn.” He replied with a similar coldness. “Long time no see.”

    “Could have been longer.”

    “You’re still mad about that?”

    “What was your first clue?” She snapped.

    “Lynn, down girl.” Kyle whistled walking down the front steps. “A bad relationship doesn’t mean you should have a bad friendship.”

    “It does if he cheated on you with a friend.” Lynn snapped at Kyle.

    “Oh, yeah. Mary.” Kyle looked away from the two to prevent himself from being a witness to murder. “Well, are we going to go or not.”

    “One second. Are you working?” she asked Brad.

    “Yeah, I’m a waiter at the Snowpoint Café!” He yelled the last part as Lynn kicked him in the gut, sending him tumbling into a snowdrift at the side of the house.

    “Now we can go.” She nodded, wheeling her bike beside her.

    “Crazy bit…” Brad started, standing up.

    “Hey, hey, don’t talk about girls that way.” Kyle walked between Brad and Lynn to prevent another incident. The three walked quickly and quietly. The large ice castle of a gym came into view. In front of it stood an elegant looking woman. She had frosted black hair and warm brown eyes. She wore a white button up shirt with a warm light blue button up sweater over it. The sweater was unbuttoned, her shirt wasn’t. On the front of her shirt was a large blue bow that blew freely in the wind. A long brown skirt going down to her ankles kept her legs warm. She wore brown shoes with white and blue striped socks.

    “Candice!” Kyle shouted, finally breaking the silence. The woman looked over at the source of the yell.

    “Kyle!” she waved back. “How have you been?” She asked embracing him when he arrived.

    “Very good until you started choking me.”

    Candice let go of Kyle and let him recover his breath. “Sorry. Oh, Lynn, good to see you back.”

    “Yep.”

    “So, Kyle, what brings you back?”

    As if on cue, Empoleon burst from his pokeball. <I, Empoleon, cannot be defeated!>

    “That.” Kyle gestured towards Empoleon. “You told me to come back as soon as he evolved, and I did.”

    “Good boy.” She patted Kyle’s head demeaningly.

    <I did all the work,> Empoleon commented.

    “So, who wants the first fight?” Candice asked.

    Kyle and Lynn turned to each other.

    “Rock. Paper. Scissors.” They said in unity. “SHOOT!”

    Lynn threw down paper.

    Kyle’s hand was curled into a rock.

    “I do!” Lynn raised her hand. Quilava popped out of his pokeball. “You’re going to need a new gym after this!”

    “Lynn, Pyromania is not the answer.” Candice scolded, sliding the icy doors open. She led the three teens behind her. “How many badges do you have?”

    “Three.” Lynn flashed her case.

    Candice gestured to a larger door. “Go on in and wait. I’ll meet you there.” She walked into a small door marked “OffICE.”

    “Oh that’s horrible.” Brad shook his head, “No where near funny.”

    Lynn made her way into the doors, Kyle following close behind, Brad bringing up the rear.

    Behind the doors was the only room of the gym not composed of ice. The floor was dirt, the walls were concrete, and, save several icicles projecting from the floor and ceiling, was completely ice free. Lynn walked up onto a platform marked “Challenger,” and Quilava ran onto the dirt floor.

    <Lynn, this floor is frozen solid. It’s not ice, it’s just frozen.>

    “Must be permafrost.” She contemplated how that would change her battle strategy. However, before she could come up with an adequate plan, Candice appeared on the other side of the room.

    “Lynn Iris DeLarus, I, Candice of the Snowpoint City Pokemon Gym here by accept your challenge!” An ice platform rose from beneath the floor and lifted her on level with Lynn. “Prepare yourself, for this will not be an easy battle.” She threw her first pokeball out. “Abomasnow, freeze her in her tracks!” The pokeball exploded in a flurry of snow and ice. That small flurry filled the air of the battle field. In the middle of the storm stood a massive hairy beast. Its purple eyes penetrated the snow and clearly saw Quilava igniting his fires to keep warm. Its white fur whipped around in the wind. It raised its green toped hands and roared a vicious roar. It stomped its green feet and stood waiting for its trainers command.

    Lynn’s skirt blew in the wind. This battle got just got a whole lot harder. Snover was nothing compared to Abomasnow. “Quilava! Let’s burn them up!”

    <Burn them up?> He shivered. <I can barely keep my fires burning!>

    A whole lot harder.

    ~~
    Character Count: 27695 (With Spaces)
    Word Count: 5026

    Making this the LONGEST CHAPTER THUS FAR!

    Chapter 9 is going to be longer, though, I think!
    But I'm not so sure it's going to go up next week. Development-based chapters are some of the more difficult ones for me to write, and, with the battle being as short as it eneded up being, it left a large hole for me to fill with development, witch I actualy don't mind.

    Shoot, I shouldn't talk about the next chapter XD

    I like this chapter because I liked meeting the paretns. All of them were designed on the spot except for Lynn's dad and Kyle's parents. Actualy, Kyle's parents were going to be dead and not just Naval officers, but I scraped that idea at the last second. Kyle's aunt and uncle being opposites kind of ended up as an accident too.
    By the way, Kyle's Aunt, Tamara, is a home maker. His uncle, Rick, works at the trainer's accademy teaching Breeding.
    Lynn's dad, like I said, is a pediatrician.

    And Brad calls Ryu "Rich" because his nickname is "Richard", I don't think I mentioned that before.
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    Time for my guest reviewer appearance! Ikuze!

    Grammar:

    Her skirt was styled differently from any he’d seen before;
    She took off down the paved streets of Hearthome
    from within the small pokemon’s body
    She sighed an over-exaggerated sigh.
    The powerful gods of Sinnoh, the flying birds of Johto
    Snover was revealed, standing mere inched from Quilava
    Recurrent. Watch the spell checks

    The second Derek raised the original above his head
    Giving Kyle a rude gesture or what would have been a rude gesture, if he were a human, or at least had fingers, he sat back down.
    Basically, I said you’re a loser
    Note: Loser – one who loses; looser – comparative form of loose.

    Headbutt!
    I’m taking a Pisces fleet out to hunt down clues
    There must be a reason that Azelf came here
    or
    There must be a reason that brought Azelf here
    Yeah, she’s probably still asleep
    >_< This happened often. Way too often.

    If you’re losing to Lynn
    Rocks shot through the smoke and hit Quilava head on
    <I don’t take orders from inferiors.>
    Lynn wiped tears from her eyes.
    and more of a ‘don’t screw up.’ Seeing
    Ryu slipped into a deep slumber in front of the dying fire
    Wow, quite a few errors to patch up, but nothing too severe. I’d grade you a C for the work done so far. Try to watch those recurring spelling errors!

    Cast: This is where you raked in the most marks. I haven’t read a fic with a more colourful cast since Pokémon Revolution: Johto and Advent Phoenix. I mean, there’s so much I could comment on, I dunno where to start. This is A* material, mate... hands down.

    My favourite parts by far were:

    <Hey SUNSHINE! Come out, pretty please? I have lots of tasty treats!>
    Uhhh... what?

    <Words that I could use to describe you would be censored by everyone,> the penguin spat, righting itself. It held its two flippers in front of him like two swords. <Bring it> he taunted.
    I like this Prinplup! Very classy and rude with an attitude!

    <Why bother fighting? We’re all going to be beaten at some point.>

    <Oh would you shut up? If I have to deal with any more of your over depressed rambling I’ll kick your nonexistent a-->

    “Sheildon!” Ryu interrupted “What have I told you about your language?” he shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. Iron Head!”

    Sheildon’s giant armor plated head glowed silver as she pushed herself into the air. She smashed her head into Onix’s, sending the titanic rock snake into the grass. <At last, I know the sweet release of defeat!>

    <I said shut up!> Sheildon yelled, ramming herself into Onix once more for good measure.
    LOL! Beware of emo Onix!

    Plot: Another high-scoring area for you, but not as high as cast. The plot is unique and I frankly applaud your effort at keeping this fic going. It looks like three journey fics all put together in one. Nice one.

    A+

    Length: Decent to say the least. Your chapters were full of development and I applaud that in an author. I’d say an A- sounds fair here.

    Description: Hmm... I can definitely see where and what everything and everybody looks like. Your description is a little stringy, though; try blending in body actions with description in future chapters. A few places weren’t described either. For instance, I personally have no idea what the cuddle of a ship is or how it’s supposed to look. All I could gather is that it’s less comfy than a cabin.

    B+ there, but only barely touching the A-zone. Let’s keep it up, cap’n!

    Overall: Well, well... from the cast alone, I’d say you have a rating at least. From the grammar, that would drop to a . And since there’s no sprite for half a Staryu, Let’s call this a and say, good going mate! Reading this made me want to get on with writing, ‘cuz dedication is what I fell makes a strong writer. And writing this, my pal, takes a lot of it.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Air Dragon View Post
    Time for my guest reviewer appearance! Ikuze!
    Grammar:

    Recurrent. Watch the spell checks

    Note: Loser – one who loses; looser – comparative form of loose.

    or

    >_< This happened often. Way too often.

    Wow, quite a few errors to patch up, but nothing too severe. I’d grade you a C for the work done so far. Try to watch those recurring spelling errors!
    "Probably" is one word I have a realy hard time with, mostly because of how I say it. I spell it like I say it, like I do with a few other words, but that one's most noticeable because I use it so much... probably.


    Cast: This is where you raked in the most marks. I haven’t read a fic with a more colourful cast since Pokémon Revolution: Johto and Advent Phoenix. I mean, there’s so much I could comment on, I dunno where to start. This is A* material, mate... hands down.

    My favourite parts by far were:

    Uhhh... what?

    I like this Prinplup! Very classy and rude with an attitude!

    LOL! Beware of emo Onix!
    I worked very carefuly on the cast here because I wanted them to be more likeable than the EMO-fest that was my last story. Now I just wrote the Onix because of how funny I knew having a single EMO to get beat up would be.

    Plot: Another high-scoring area for you, but not as high as cast. The plot is unique and I frankly applaud your effort at keeping this fic going. It looks like three journey fics all put together in one. Nice one.

    A+
    The plot is very hush hush and still very unreveled. I'm happy you think so much of it right now though :3 . I guess looking at it now, I do have three journeys going at once, even if they spend so much time intwined with each other.

    Length: Decent to say the least. Your chapters were full of development and I applaud that in an author. I’d say an A- sounds fair here.
    Development was another big part I put alot of work into. I'm glad to see that it's paying off!

    Description: Hmm... I can definitely see where and what everything and everybody looks like. Your description is a little stringy, though; try blending in body actions with description in future chapters. A few places weren’t described either. For instance, I personally have no idea what the cuddle of a ship is or how it’s supposed to look. All I could gather is that it’s less comfy than a cabin.


    B+ there, but only barely touching the A-zone. Let’s keep it up, cap’n!
    Personaly, I don't realy know what a cuddle looks like either. Writing a boat is just me working on the naval theme, all the terms I had to look up. I'll keep all that in mind, though, as discription is somthing I'm working very hard on.

    Overall: Well, well... from the cast alone, I’d say you have a rating at least. From the grammar, that would drop to a . And since there’s no sprite for half a Staryu, Let’s call this a and say, good going mate! Reading this made me want to get on with writing, ‘cuz dedication is what I fell makes a strong writer. And writing this, my pal, takes a lot of it.

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    Wow. People always tell me my stuff is good, but I never feel it. It's not untill I have myself picked apart like this that I relize it.
    I think this is the nessicary ego buff I need to get back into full force writing.

    Yeah, it's pretty damn clear I don't spell check my review replies, so don't check this XD
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    Yay! Another great chapter!

    My phobia of old people (i.e., anyone older than like, thirty. Especially if in a parental role) made this chapter less enjoyable than the others, but whatever. X)

    A large white bird flew forward. Its massive wings expanded the length of the cave. Its eyes were shielded with navy blue, horn like protrusions; they flew open as it let out another vicious roar. Its mouth was lined with sharp teeth, however, they were clean, and clearly were not the cause of death to any of the lost pirates. Lugia landed on the opposite side of the pool Angelo was standing on, and glared at him.
    Bwahaha! Badass legend description! I give you many kudos.

    “Hey, it’s Ky!” he heard a voice from behind him. It was slightly goofy, but deep and slightly musical.

    “Brad,” Kyle laughed, turning around, “Now that’s a nickname I haven’t heard in ages.”
    I was like, "ohmahgawd, LOVE INTEREST?" And then their banter about Kyle forgetting where he lived was just so hilarious! But then...

    “Lynn, down girl.” Kyle whistled walking down the front steps. “A bad relationship doesn’t mean you should have a bad friendship.”

    “It does if he cheated on you with a friend.” Lynn snapped at Kyle.

    “Oh, yeah. Mary.” Kyle looked away from the two to prevent himself from being a witness to murder. “Well, are we going to go or not.”
    The shipper in me cried a little. XD But I did like their interactions.

    Ryu wore a zombiefied look on his face. His steps were slow and uneven. “It’s the tVirus. Finally, I always knew it would come,” he diagnosed. “I should have Kyle bring the shot gun, one clean shot to my head. That’ll do it. Damn you, Umbrella. Damn you.”
    I laughed my little booty off.

    (And didn't the last movie SUCK?)

    “I use the newest model pokeballs,” Ryu was suddenly very alert and defensive.
    More laughage from me. I can so see that.

    “Lynn, Pyromania is not the answer.”
    I tell my friends that all the time. But do they listen?

    WELL!! Many interesting things in this chapter, but besides Lugia, the thing that caught my interest the most was the fact that Kyle was the first person to leave with a Pinlup in like a million years (GREAT way to change up the starting pokemon process too, by the way!). I bet that's a plotworthy point. Or something.

    Can't wait for the neeeeeeext!
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