Pokedex One-Shots (PG)

[Kutie Pie]

@JammyU - I heard the clink of swords xD. Meta Knight is too awesome to not want to hear.

On topic - Ooh, ooh, I liked that one! I got some great imagery in my head, now! That was awesome, possibly your next best to the Eevee!

I liked the little description of how Lucario can sense the Aura. I always thought he just could see them when his eyes glowed and all that. (Well, from what I saw on Brawl anyway, lol.) In a future one-shot, that's how I refered to it, but I might change it a little. Yours actually made some sense. I even liked how he was testing the Riolu, and calling her "little sister", I love that part <3.

For the Halloween one, I think it would be awesome if you teamed up Rotom and Darkrai together. Just think, the two roaming around town freaking out little kids and all, and maybe stupid arguements here and there! Oh, I just love a little teamwork XD.

[JammyU]

Another great one, I too loved the description of Lucario's aura sense. In "Lucario and the Mystery of Mew" he closes his eyes and the 'knot' bit you mentioned hovers up into the air (so it is involved like you said) and he kind of sees the landscape in shades of blue like a tinted sataellite imageing camera; whenever a living thing came into the picture they sorta glowed.
I like KP's idea of Rotom and Darkrai teaming up but if you must chose one then I think Darkrai is more suited to Halloween. Rotom may be a ghost but he's not exactly scary, is he?

[TheSequelReturns]

Yay for Lucario. I really liked that one. The dialogue was well written and I liked the "lore".

About Halloween: I can actually see the team-up happening, but if you need just one, Rotom already has 5 costumes.

[SugarPesticide]

Aw, that was cute. ^^ Sure, maybe all Lucario are protrayed as wise and mysterious, but he still was cool. And I loved how he could sense aura. It makes me believe it's actually natural, and not some sort of "using the force" thing.

IMO Rotom should be used for Halloween, because on Election Day, a new nightmare will begin. *shot*

[Ysavvryl]

Okay, so Rotom stays for Halloween. It's not something I could really make into a double, given that I have the story written down. As for the Lucario being wise, with that 'dex description, I saw that I could make him wise or make him manipulative evil... I went for wise.

A little while after I got the request for Quilava, I spotted a post on this board that someone liked to give an Everstone to their Quilava because it was the cutest of the three forms. I started wondering if there might be another non-game reason to not evolve this one.

In Process: Paras
On Deck: Torterra, Nidorian male/female
Reserve: Rotom (10/31)


QUILAVA
Fire Red entry: This Pokemon is fully covered by nonflammable fur. It can withstand any kind of fire attack.


Flicker the Quilava lifted her head up. There were visitors, a dozen or so first graders and their teacher crowding around Malcolm, one of her three handlers. It was a pleasant surprise. Lowering her flames to appear friendlier, she left her station and padded over to them. “Oh, she’s pretty,” one of the girls said.

“Hey girl,” Malcolm said, scratching her head in front of her flames. “Yeah, this is Flicker, our station mascot.”

“But if you fight fires, why do you have a fire Pokemon for a mascot?” a boy asked.

“What’s this pink rock around her neck?” the girl who had seen her asked, kneeling by her to touch the heart-shaped pink rock.

“One question at a time, please,” their teacher reminded them.

“Well Flicker’s not just our mascot,” Malcolm said proudly. “She’s our guide into burning buildings. It’s very hard to see when dark smoke and bright flames are everywhere, plus our gear further reduces visibility. However, she sees just fine and is never hurt by the fire and smoke. So she leads us in dangerous situations.” The fireman touched her collar. “And this rock is a peculiar mineral called an Everstone. It somehow keeps a Pokemon from evolving.”

“So she’ll never grow up?”

“Not quite; she’s mature and well-mannered, as you can see. But we can’t have her evolving on this job. She’s a great guide as a Quilava, but if she grows into a Typlosion, then she’ll be a fire hazard herself. Which, unfortunately, we can’t have around on the job.”

Flicker was patient with the kids, letting the brave ones pet her. She also tried to keep her fiery mane and tail as cool as she could manage, in case one of them was thoughtless enough to touch that. But then the station alarm blared out a call to action. It was time to do their jobs.

“Sorry, but I have to ask you to leave,” Malcolm apologized. “Excuse me.” He ran off to get into uniform.

Flicker ran off too, just missing the fuss as the teacher started pulling her students out of the way of the fire engine. Back at her station, she slipped herself into the guide harness and face mask. She had to learn how to do it when she started as a fire guide, and quickly. Every minute counted and by the time the alarm had gone on for a minute, she was hopping onto her position on the fire engine.

Seconds later, Malcolm joined her. He had every part of his suit except the gloves on, having worked as a firefighter for many years. He secured the harness to Flicker, as she couldn’t manage the two buckles with her paws. Then he put his gloves on, took hold of her leash, and braced himself as the engine left the station. The kids were out there, some cheering, some covering their ears. But there wasn’t any time to pay attention to them now.

They raced down several streets to reach a house fire. It was a single level house, which made things easier, but the fire had spread rapidly. The house would likely be a total loss, but they had to gain control and make sure no one was inside. As the rest of the team went to hook up the hoses, Malcolm, Flicker, and another firefighter ran up to the front door.

The Quilava’s face mask was to prevent noxious fumes from making her sick, but it wasn’t as heavy duty as the ones the firefighters wore. She had to be able to smell out the situation. As flames spilled out a nearby window, she stood herself up to sniff the inside. Her sense of smell wasn’t as great as some other Pokemon, but she could tell the important smells. And what she sensed... she pawed at the window twice, but flicked her tail up and twisted her ears forward.

“There’s two people inside,” Malcolm translated for the rest of the team, “but Flicker smells flammable chemicals, still dangerous.”

“Take care as you head in,” the chief replied.

The second firefighter was already taking an axe to the door, as it was locked. He made quick work of it and soon Flicker and Malcolm were inside. Thick smoke was everywhere, but she walked low to the ground and relied more on her smell to guide her handler. Down a short hall and to the left, there was an old woman lying on the floor. She must have tripped trying to escape and couldn’t make it out on her own.

Flicker put a paw on Malcolm’s leg, to let him know that they had found her. He spoke to his peer, who put his axe aside and picked up the old woman. Then the Quilava tugged at her leash to lead Malcolm back into the hall, into the next room, then around a corner into another hall, then across that to a room where an old man was unconscious. She pawed at her handler’s leg again.

Carefully, Malcolm knelt down and picked up the old man. As he needed one hand free in cast of obstacles, he released a small pulley on Flicker’s leash, lengthening it. She led him back out of the house, avoiding a burning table on the way.

The ambulance had arrived while they were in the house; medics were already looking after the old woman. Malcolm placed the old man on a stretcher and left him to their care. Upon seeing them, the old woman cried out. “Oh! Is he...?” She couldn’t bring herself to ask if he had died.

“Flicker says he’s still alive,” Malcolm told her. “You should both be okay now.”

“Good, thank you so much for rescuing us.”

He smiled. “It’s more her doing, not mine.”

“Yes, thank you, loyal Pokemon.” She patted the Quilava’s nose weakly.

Flicker nuzzled against her hand, glad they were safe.

[MarshtompMan]

I knew a Quilava one would be good!
It's my favorite starter.
Can I request a Stunky story?

Oh, and there's one mistake at the end.
You put mind instead of mine when Malcolm said, "It's more her doing, not mind."

[cbiesra]

Quilava is by far my favorite starter, so you cna guess I loved this story
It was written very well and is my second favorite I think...

I also saw that post about the cute Quilava

[TheSequelReturns]

That was a good one.

The Everstone situation seemed like a more realistic use of the item. (I personally don't use them.)

Quilava is one of the best starters, but my favorite starter is still Grovyle.

[TheSequelReturns]

That was a good one.

The Everstone situation seemed like a more realistic use of the item. (I personally don't use them.)

Quilava is one of the best starters, but my favorite starter is still Grovyle.

[palingensia]

I did like that one, it was another very well thought-out position for a Pokemon to be in. However, I have just one criticism: there was zero description of the fire. Maybe it's just me, but I just felt that was missing and could have been better. Otherwise great, I'll still be reading =D

[SugarPesticide]

Awww, cute Quilava. <3 I love how she can be all sweet and docile while doing a hardcore job. A very clever job to put her in, I might add. Although, I would've thought that as a fire Pokemon, she wouldn't need protective gear ... but maybe I'm just overthinking it. =/

[~Magic Thunderbolt~]

Quilava, that's a real good way to portray a fire pokemon being used by firefighters(how ironic). But seriously, the fire could use a little description...

By the way, could I request a Starly story?

[Ysavvryl]

I used Paras/Parasect through my very first game of Pokemon, so of course I like it. But it took a bit of thinking to get this story ironed out.

In Process: Torterra
On Deck: Nidorian male/female, Stunky, Starly
Reserve: Rotom (10/31)


PARAS
Emerald entry: A Paras has parasitic tochukaso mushrooms growing on its back. They grow by drawing nutrients from the host. They are valued as a medicine for long life.


The small shop was still and quiet. Two desk fans swept back and forth, one rustling some dried corncobs. It all blended into a background hush. A small Paras, a red Bug Pokemon with orange mushrooms growing out of her back, was peaceably gnawing on a ginger root on top of the checkout counter. There was no human in the shop. Despite this, the sign on the door claimed that the shop was open.

The natural foods and herbs store was stuffed with products. The shelves were full of a mixture of natural remedies and organic foods. Customers said that it had a distinctive smell, a complex mixture of all the products there: earthy and fruity, dense and tangy, mysterious and somehow familiar. Despite the old world philosophy, there were a few infiltrations of technology: small speakers scattered throughout the store playing ancient music, the computerized register, and the tiny bar code scanner carefully attached to the Paras’ left forearm.

A jingle of the front door broke the Paras’ attention from her lunch. A boy and girl walked in. Judging from their gear, they were Trainers. “Man, this place smells weird,” the boy said.

“It’s natural, so it has to be good,” the girl retorted. She came in further to look around the shelves. “Hello? Anyone here?”

The Paras went up to the register and ran her scanner against a bar code there.

“Good day,” the speakers answered from a recording. “I have gone out for a little while. If you need assistance, please ask my Paras. She can handle purchases of most items in the store. For anything in the locked cabinets, you will need to wait until my return.”

“Ask his what?” the boy asked.

The girl found the counter, so the Paras waved her claw. “I think it’s this Pokemon. Aw, she’s cute.” She picked her up. “But what’s with the mushrooms?”

The Paras patted the girl’s hand, then jumped back onto the counter. She scurried over to a glass jar with dried mushrooms in it and scanned the bar code. “Dried tochukaso mushrooms,” a nearby speaker identified. “This mushroom lives symbiotically on the back of the Pokemon Paras. When eaten, this mushroom promotes longevity, joint flexibility, and heart health.”

“Sounds good.” The girl glanced over the label on the jar. “Uh, but maybe not for that price.”

“Well if it only comes from a Pokemon, it would be hard to get.” He came over to the counter and crossed his arms over his chest. “So this old shop has a computer that can answer verbal questions?”

“No, didn’t you see?” She picked up the Paras again. “She has this itty bitty scanner that tells the computer what we want to know about.”

“Huh. I’ve always wondered why, if they can understand us, why don’t they talk like us?”

The Paras clicked her mandibles and rubbed her legs together. “<You want me to talk like you when I can only make sounds like this?>”

“Well I think she must be very clever if the shop owner will let her run this place while he’s gone.” She looked at the Paras. “I’m looking for some honey drops, if you have any. One of my Pokemon is sick with a sore throat.”

She waved a claw in an affirmative reply, then pointed to Aisle 3. She had to correct the girl from going down Aisle 2, then guided her over to a basket of various bags of the drops she wanted. Then she waited to be of more assistance.

“Could you get a basket?” the girl asked.

“Sure thing.” He went back to the entrance to fetch one. “Which one of yours is sick?”

“Girafarig. She won’t speak and has a hard time eating. But Nurse Joy said it didn’t look serious and recommended this place.”

The boy came into the aisle. “That sounds miserable.”

“Yeah, even her tail is being quiet. I hope this is really all she needs.” She pulled out a honey drop bag. “Hmm, ‘with chamomile.’ I know she likes my chamomile tea, so this ought to be good.” She placed it in the basket.

“What kind of healing stuff would this place have?” the boy asked. “I mean, like something to replace an Antidote. My Charmander doesn’t like the taste of the standard stuff; he’d almost rather faint from poison than drink an Antidote.”

The Paras thought for a moment, then pointed over to Aisle 4. Once taken there, she pointed her scanner at a bar code for a display of small dark bottles. “Natural flavor concentrates. Should a liquid medicine taste undesirable, add a drop or two of flavoring to make it palatable. Works with standard Pokemon medications, non-prescription drugs, and natural oils. If adding to any prescription medicine, please check with your doctor first.”

“Huh. That might actually work.”

The girl laughed. “You might want to not pick a flavor he loves, or he might just intentionally get poisoned.”

“That’s true.” After looking over several kinds, he took a grape flavoring. “This should be fine.”

“Oh look, Lava Cookies,” the girl said, picking up an orange and red package. “I hear Pokemon love these.”

“Are they actually made with lava?” the boy asked.

“I wouldn’t think so... look here. ‘This product is not made with volcanic materials. If your Pokemon is inclined to eat rocks, please look for the original recipe in the dark red wrapping.’ So maybe some of these are.”

The boy picked out a dark red Lava cookie. “Awesome. ‘This cookie is made with volcanic materials and is not suitable for human consumption, or for Pokemon with organic diets. Please make certain that your Pokemon can digest this product; otherwise, look for our plant or meat based variations.’”

“Looks like they really did their research on what Pokemon like to eat.”

The pair wound up picking out a cookie that each of their Pokemon would like, for a total of seven Lava Cookies. Then they brought the Paras back to the check-out counter. “So now what?” the boy asked.

She hopped onto the counter and waved for them to put their purchases on the counter. After making certain that they had put everything there, she scanned a different bar code on the register. Then she scanned each product one by one, pushing them towards the stack of recycled paper bags. As her memory was excellent, she rarely made a mistake. Once she was done, she scanned the register’s bar code again.

“Your total is eight dollars and twenty-three cents,” the speaker by the register announced. “Please scan your debit card or deposit your money in the appropriate slots.”

“My day to buy stuff, right?” the boy asked. He took his Trainer ID card and scanned that through the register’s reader.

The Paras hopped onto the register to where the receipt was printing. When it was done, she tore it off, then offered it up to the boy.

“Thanks,” he said. “Responsible Pokemon, aren’t you?”

“She’s so cute,” the girl repeated, patting the mushrooms on her back. “Hope you’re not alone too long. Goodbye, little Paras.”

She waved a claw to say goodbye to them, then returned to gnawing on her ginger root.

[MarshtompMan]

Great story!
I really liked this one.
It was pretty cool how Paras can run the store by itself when it's trainer is away.
Looking forward to the Stunky entry!

[palingensia]

That was such a cute Paras =D I loved it, it's awesome how you made a Pokemon depicted as utterly useless in the anime into a more intellectual Pokemon. Awesome job!

[SugarPesticide]

Excellent job! I don't really consider Paras to be a cute or smart Pokemon, but you proved me wrong. The Lava Cookie thing was also really interesting, and it makes a lot of sense.

[TheSequelReturns]

Finally, Paras gets a turn in the spotlight. I've always liked Paras, I even had a Parasect on my team in Blue version. I loved the Paras in this story, it was so cute. And smart too. This story had several small details that made the story really interesting. Such as the lava cookie discussion or the bit about the flavor drops.

[Kutie Pie]

The Paras clicked her mandibles and rubbed her legs together. “<You want me to talk like you when I can only make sounds like this?>”

Lolz xD.

This was really cute, a helper Paras. I didn't think it'd be possible. The entry fit, when it came to the herbal shop, but honestly, I was thinking something along the lines of the mushrooms being "stolen" from a Paras. *shrug* Or at least a Paras planting a mushroom (remember the Mount Moon episode?). But I liked the idea nevertheless.

Are Lava cookies really made out of lava? Well, how about crusty, cool lava? It must be much safer than fresh lava x3.

[tombux]

The Paras went up to the register and ran her scanner against a bar code there.

“Good day,” the speakers answered from a recording. “I have gone out for a little while. If you need assistance, please ask my Paras. She can handle purchases of most items in the store. For anything in the locked cabinets, you will need to wait until my return.”

wow how did you think of that

[~Magic Thunderbolt~]

I like how you integrated the Paras, seeing that it could take care of the store even without her owner. I mean, I thought that it was about getting the tochukaso from a Paras' back...