Mem, I thought I replied to you but then it turned out the post didn't go through or something? Anyway, your points are really helpful, It's good to see that the grammar doesn't detract from the plot. Hopefully this chapter is the solution to the personality-less Dennis and Poliwrath. Also, I'm terribly sorry:
1. For leaving Fan Fiction for a month.
2. For not updating for about a month.
I honestly don't know what came over me. Why would someone leave and come back so fast is crazy. I just couldn't ever see myself writing every again.
Hopefully you can all still remember who people are. WARNING this chapter is mostly action based, with a bit of information tossed in. Some character development too.
Let's see if my return has been worth it, here we go!
Chapter Three: Myths and Phobias
“What do you think is for breakfast?” Dennis joked as the two Hoia walked down the hallway.
“Hmm… there is a possibility of it being rice, but I really have no clue,” Kakri mused.
It was rice, as had every other meal so far been. The Hoia and Russel sat around the table. Sarah poked and prodded the fluffy grains like a grumpy child. Her face was more screwed up than a paper bag in an avalanche. Kakari silently chuckled to himself.
Looks like princess isn’t happy with her meal.
“Okay.” Russel said, putting his fork down. “Today we will be gathering materials for gloves and shin guards.”
Sarah’s eyes darted toward her Sensei, “We don’t have to worry about that, I have my own-”
Russel shook his head. “It is a traditional practice, even if you have manufactured equipment, I would like you all to participate.”
Sarah returned to grumpily prodding at her breakfast.
Dennis went a little off colour. His calf muscles began to twitch under the table and his fork vibrated as his hands shook slightly. His eyes jumped about nervously, never settling on one place.
What’s wrong with Dennis? Oh right, he’s afraid of Ariados. Too bad for him that our pads are getting made out of Ariados nest silk!
“Are you okay?” Russel asked.
Dennis shook his head vigorously. “Oh- oh yeah. I’m just fine, never been better actually.”
He took a big scoop of bland rice and smiled.
The Hoia and their Pokemon walked the same track they had traversed when they had first met. Sarah walked at the front, her pony tail bouncing around at the back of her head. Her Meditite matched her steps pace by pace. The girl turned around and flashed a bright white smile.
“Hey, Denny, there’s one.”
Dennis turned red, then some other indescribable purplish-white colour. His eyes widened as he spotted a large cocoon like structure hanging from a tree to the side of the path. Kakari scuffed the ground with his shoes, impatient for this to be over.
“I’ll show you how it’s done first,” Russel said.
The man walked over toward the hanging bundle of silk. Without any sort of warning, his front leg rotated and his hips twisted sharply. At the end of this movement his shin collided with the next and sent a shockwave through the white sack. It snapped off the tree with a pop and landed on the ground like a deflated balloon.
Hundreds of small Spinarak scuttled from their destroyed home. Dennis took a step back, then another. He was poised to run away. Poliwrath put a gloved hand on Dennis’s shoulder and nodded softly. The boy’s eyes met the water-type Pokemon’s. He calmed down.
That wasn’t anywhere near funny enough. I was expecting some sort of huge reaction.
It wasn’t that Poliwrath had calmed Dennis down; it was the simple fact that Dennis hadn’t noticed something. Clinging to a tree behind him, perfectly camouflaged, was a human sized Ariados. Its six long brittle legs dug deeply into the wood. Its huge engorged body rippled, its large thorax moving like whale blubber. From the end of a sharp white horn on its head, poison oozed.
The Ariados lunged forward, its legs ready to wrap around the boy. Poliwrath spun around, its fist catching the Pokemon in the face, sending it spiralling into the air. As it descended, Meditite’s eyes glowed with purple energy. The Ariados spasmed in mid air, wracked by some sort of invisible torture.
Mienfoo took a small run up then jumped, sailing through the air. Kakari swore he saw his partner Pokemon wink at him as she plunged her foot into the midsection of the Pokemon with a large crack. The Ariados hit the ground and scuttled off into the foliage.
Dennis spun around, but found nothing. There was a huge noise, but seemingly no action besides Mienfoo landing on the ground. Confused, he walked over to the fallen silk and picked it up.
“Come on; what’s so funny?” he asked incredulously.
Kakari leaned over toward Sarah, “I can’t believe he didn’t realise that.”
Sarah folded her arms. “I can’t believe you think I care.”
From there, the Hoia and their Pokemon undertook a long and complex process of creating their pads. First of all, the material had to be steamed so it was soft and pliable to work with. They created this by placing the sack in a hot bath for a few hours.
From there, they had to cut large sections of it off for the three Hoia. After that, they each stretched the strange material into shape in four pieces around their shins and fists. Once they had their shape, they dunked the silk in sea water, which sealed and preserved the material.
“Done!” Russel exclaimed, “These will last you a long time, and will evenly disperse impact so we don’t have to worry about punctured organs or broken bones.”
Sarah looked up, her hair matted with sand and salty water. Her face was flushed red and her limbs were shivering from the cold. With the four pieces of padding tucked under her arm, she marched angrily back up the beach to the shower for a long rest.
Dennis nudged Kakari and said, “Do you think she’s annoyed that she had to make them even though she already had professionally crafted ones herself?”
Kakari snorted, “I think she’s more pissed off that she had to repeat it four times because she kept screwing it up.”
The Hoia walked back up the beach leaving their footprints to be washed away by the rising tide. As the tide rose, the sun fell beneath the bay. The Hoia sat inside the lounge now all rested up as they filled out the entry forms for the “Talimar Match Champs.”
“Have you heard the creation myth of Talimar?” Russel asked, his worn face looking up from the rice cooker.
“Yes,” Dennis and Sarah chimed together.
Sure, I’m the one to miss out on the bed time story. Maybe if my parents actually took the time to read something to me, instead of worrying about my sister all the time.
“You haven’t Kakari?” Russel asked.
Kakari shrugged. “I’ve heard of it, yeah, but the details are a little sketchy.”
“Well.” Russel began. “It goes a little like this…”
Once, a long time ago before the Earth was born, there was a single deity.
Its name was Regigias, a tall and statue-like being, which longed for company for itself, and a task to complete.
In its sorrow, it crafted three beings, Regirock, Regice and Registeel. These three beings could talk to Regigigas, which made the deity very happy. They toiled together to form the earth, with great rocky outcropping, huge icebergs and glaciers, and rich minerals underground.
After all of this crafting, and from the stress of creating the three Regis, Regigigas felt very tired. He slept, for what may have been a millenia.
When he awoke he found the three deities fighting. Their glaciers, mountains and minerals were barged up against each other, fighting for room. The Regis were destroying each others land.
This made Regigigas very sad, all it wanted was some company, but now all he could see was enemies. There was no work to do, but only destruction.
Regigigas used the last of his energy to create a fouth deity, known as Regitu. It would govern over the three deitys and make sure none of them fought and that their territories were equal.
After a long period of peace, all four regis began to feel the same tiredness that overcame Regigigas. They all burrowed underground and slept.
“-I’m sorry but I don’t see how this has anything to do with the creation of Talimar.” Kakari said.
“I’m getting there, Kakari, be patient,” Russel explained.
Anyway, where was I? Oh right, they all burrowed underground and slept. Regitu, the governing force of the regis, took rest deep under the Terakion Mountains. It is said that marital spirit flows from the veins of that mountain and into the many stone tablets around Talimar. Is is speculated that Regitu want Pokemon and humans to get along as well as Regigigas wanted the Regis to get along.
That’s why Hoia exist, to prevent fighting between Pokemon and people. As a warning, it is also known that if Pokemon and humans are to turn on one another like the Regis did, Regitu would rise again and take vengeance on both sides, if the lessons of old are not heeded.
“So…” Kakari began, “Long story short, Regigigas gets bored and creates deities. After having some fun he goes to sleep. When he awakes and sees they have gone crazy, he creates Regitu who sorts them out. Then they all go to sleep again with Regitu’s spirit supposedly keeping Talimar healthy.”
Russel nodded, “That’s pretty much it.”
They were at the stone tablet again. The raised platform loomed ominously in the floodlights concealed in the treetops. Six lights beamed down from different angles onto the smooth surface of the tablet.
“So, who’s up first?” Russel asked, turning to face the Hoia.
Dennis shifted slightly, “Sorry, Sensei, but I can’t fight today. I have had a really bad stomach ache since breakfast.”
Probably from the nerves of having to harvest the silk from the Ariados nest. Oh well, more training for me, I guess.
Poliwrath looked a little dismayed that she couldn’t fight. The huge blue Pokemon growled in a low tone that made the spiral on its belly rotate slightly. Dennis gave the Pokemon a sharp look and it stopped suddenly, suddenly finding great interest in the forest floor.
Kakari and Mienfoo got up onto the tablet. It felt different at night, as soon as Kakari’s bare feet touched the stone he knew that the martial energy from Regitu coursed through his veins. He could feel the power rushing into his body, changing his biology. It enabled him to use Pokemon techniques, because while Kakari was on that tablet, he was part Fighting Type.
Sarah and Meditite climbed up to meet them. Sarah had chosen to wear her professionally crafted pads instead of the botched set she had finally managed to create. Meditite scuffed the ground nervously. The Pokemon’s eyes were wide and its small limbs were slightly twitching. Sarah flicked her hair back and tied it into a tight ponytail.
Kakari dropped to a knee and adjusted the silk that fitted tightly around his shin. Mienfoo eyed him up carefully.
“I hope you’re prepared for this.” she said.
Kakari jerked his head toward his partner Pokemon. The Mienfoo's head was tilted to the sky, miffed.
“What was that?” he demanded.
“Mein? Mein foo,” she joked, a sly grin spreading along her features.
Kakari studied the cream coloured Pokemon. It wiggled its button ears as it stretched its long sleeve-like arms. It pulsed a few times on the pads of its feet and beamed up at Kakari.
The Hoia and partner Pokemon took their marks, humans facing humans and Pokemon facing Pokemon. The air was crisp and insects chirped from the bushes. The stars above watched carefully as the competitors were ready.
Russel called from the sidelines.
Kakari bent his legs, tension building in his calves and quadriceps. Sarah did the same, lowering herself. A stony expression came over her face. Mienfoo’s eyes darted between her two opponents. Meditite breathed deeply, calming his nerves.
As soon as the call came from Russel, Sarah rushed forward and clapped a painful Fake Out attack on Kakari. The boy stumbled back, wincing from the blow, but twisted and raised his leg planting a solid side kick into the attacking girls abdomen. She stumbled back and regained her guard.
Mienfoo jumped forward, tucking into a small ball. The rolling Pokemon pushed off the ground as it met the Meditite attempting a Rolling Kick attack. The Meditite side stepped and span on its back leg for a roundhouse kick. The blow glanced off the Mienfoo who landed low and twisted on its paw, sweeping the Meditite’s legs out from beneath him.
Kakari moved toward the fallen Meditite, but Sarah cut him off, striking with a series of fast punches. Kakari blocked and parried the furious assault. Sarah raised her leg up, the heel of her foot on a beeline for Kakari’s head. The boy recognised the attack and caught it, holding her leg tightly against her chest.
Kakari smiled. “Gotcha.”
Sarah giggled, “No, retard. Got you.”
Sarah didn’t struggle against Kakari’s grip. She instead placed one hand on the ground and held firmly onto Kakari’s shoulder with the other. With a heave she took her other leg off the ground, holding herself up on Kakari and swept it hard against the back of his legs behind his knees.
The “Crab Scissor Flip” sent Kakari falling to the ground, twisted by both her limbs manipulating his body. He groaned and his bones jolted as the tablet stopped his fall.
She predicted I would catch her kick? How could she know?
Kakari struggled to his feet, but Sarah was up faster. The girl span around and roundhouse kicked, her pad connecting with Kakari’s jaw. The boy’s neck twisted sharply as he landed on the ground awkwardly on his side.
Kakari’s partner Pokemon dove at Sarah, attacking with a vicious flurry of blows. The Kung Fu practitioners started a deadly fight for each other centrelines, the place of weakness on their bodies. With a jump, Mienfoo kicked off Sarah’s chest and twisted in mid air. The round-house kick caught Sarah on her head, she stumbled onto her back from the force of the technique.
From behind, Meditite attacked with a powerful Force Palm, the blow struck the Mienfoo’s spinal cord and sent a shockwave the overstimulated the Pokemon’s nervous system. The Pokemon stood up, but its movements were jarred and stunted.
Mienfoo was paralysed from that attack! I need to help her or she will be picked off easily!
Kakari went for the Meditite, taking it by surprise. Kakari unleashed two sharp jabs and a heavy reverse punch with his back hand. The blows were hard and focused, but they didn’t damage the Pokemon very much.
It’s part Psychic type! I’ll need to hit it hard if I’m going to do any sort of damage.
Meditite was still reeling backward from the punching assault. Kakari took a step forward and twisted on his front foot. He span his body around 360 degrees and raised his leg, the flat of his foot striking the Pokemon hard in the abdomen.
The spinning back kick took the breath out of the Meditite. It staggered back, breathing weakly. It’s eyes were squinted tightly in pain.
Now to deal with Sarah.
The girl had attacked first, a punch to the lower ribs that would have cracked them, if it wasn’t for the gloves on her hands. Kakari began to counter with a reverse punch when she attacked again, this time with a hook kick. Kakari pushed the limb away after blocking it, he was never going to catch one of those again.
Mienfoo dove to attack Sarah from behind but spasmed as she pulled back her leg to attack. The Pokemon’s paralysis had kicked in and any attempts of attacking were useless. Meditite had recovered fast, the Pokemon slid across the tablet taking out Kakari’s legs. Just as he lost his balance, Sarah planted a solid smash to she face with a fast round-house kick.
Kakari stumbled back and found nothing beneath his feet. The air gently embraced him before he was thumped hard as gravity passed the final blow. The grass was cool around his body, but the quiet serenity wasn’t enough to take away the awful fact.
I honestly lost.
To a girl.
He felt a strong hand help him up. It was Dennis.
“You’re really unlucky that Mienfoo got paralysed; I hear that only happens thirty percent of the time with a force palm.”
Kakari nodded but it did nothing to consolidate him. He heaved himself back up onto the tablet to shake hands with Sarah and Meditite.
The pair were not without their own battle scars. Sarah had a large lump on her head from Mienfoo’s jumping round-house and Meditite had a deep purplish bruise from Kakari’s back kick. Mienfoo got up easily, the paralysis had passed.
“We did our best you know, even if I did have to save you again.”
Kakari ignored the voice he heard. He wasn’t sure if it was Mienfoo or how it could be Mienfoo. He just knew that he needed some rest. The boy crouched down to his partner.
How could I have wanted a Combusken instead of you? You’re great, fast and mega reliable. If I hadn’t had made myself vulnerable, you wouldn’t have had to be paralysed. We need to function better as a team, Mienfoo. And I promise I’ll train twice as hard to be as good as you!
His partner Pokemon nodded. They shook hands, and for the first time, Kakari felt as though he had a friend he could trust.
Kakari and Mienfoo moved over to Sarah and Meditite.
“So?” Sarah said, beaming, “Guess I won huh?”
Kakari felt deflated. “I didn’t think you’d be this much of a skite, Sarah.”
The girl laughed and shook Kakari’s hand. Meditite did as well.
“You taught me a lot in that fight, Sarah. The lessons we learn today will benefit us in the future.” Kakari said.
“Yeah!” Sarah yelled, “I’m AWESOME!”
Her Meditite jumped in the air at the self-proclamation of status.
“I think we may have just met her biggest fan…” Kakari whispered to Mienfoo.
The Pokemon chortled at the idea of a partner Pokemon idolising its Hoia.
“Come on, kids, let's head back. We’ll get some ice packs for all of you.” Russel said.
“Race you back?” asked Sarah.
Her Meditite nodded and they sprinted down the track. Russel watched them go, a small smile twitching at the corners of his lips.
“They remind me of how I was when I was young” Russel explained. “You two did well.”
He gave Kakari a warm pat on the back.
“While you may not be the most talented, you have spirit. And with that I think you can go far.”
Mienfoo looked up at Kakari.
“Shall we beat them there?” Mienfoo asked.
The two sped off into the darkening night, ready to face the obstacles in their path.
END OF TRAINING CAMP DAY THREE