Pirate of the Golden Grumpig PG-13
Case 1: Don’t You Beedrill It
Before a pirate is nothing but the seas and the endless possibilities of both adventure and profit. Perhaps they crave to merely cut a swathe of destruction or perhaps they can satiated with stuffing their ships of gold. And perhaps they are just mad. The coattails of the pirate’s black and purple coat fluttered in the Kalos wind as he overlooked from the vantage point of the Hotel Richisme. The seas were concrete buildings stretching out before and up to the sky. The ship pawed at the ground eager to get going. The pirate hummed as the he tapped the leather boots on the tar roof. The canine Pokémon companion sensed his partner’s hesitation. Had they really thought about this thoroughly enough? There was no going back once they began. The pirate started stroking the golden mane of his partner. The Pokémon licked his trainer’s chin with a rough sandpaper tongue and barked softly in response.
“You’re right old friend. It’s not like we have anything left to lose.”
The Lumiose City Museum stood as a silver beacon among the midnight streets of North Boulevard. The pirate’s Pokémon stood on the roof of the building adjacent to them, tilting his nose up and down as if measuring the very wind around him. The Pokémon backed up slowly, his eyes narrowed with the intense thought and concentration required for such a leap. He stumbled slightly on his right foreleg-the wooden shaft serving as his paw slipping slightly on the accumulated pollen of the spring. The pirate tugged on his Pokémon’s mane slightly.
“Are you confidant enough for this, Blaz?” The Pokémon humphed slightly and his upper lip curled up slightly.
“All right, all right you old war-ponyta. Just don’t drop me. This suit is good, but I doubt it will keep me from falling to my death.” He laughed coldly as if trying to be genuinely amused at his own joke but came out as more of a reflex. The Pokémon’s forelegs crouched slightly and his hindquarters wiggled as it wound up for pounce. He galloped forward, his wooden leg clacking against the concrete roof underneath them. With great thrust from the edge, he soared into the open night air, the furry tassels around his legs flaring out like tiny wings underneath its cream colored belly. The pair hovered slightly as it gently glided towards the silver roof of the Lumiose Museum.
The flight was short lived as the Pokémon’s paws touched the very edge of the slick tile roof. He shoved his hind legs forward to maneuver itself towards the rooftop. Both of them heard a small sharp crack and the Pokémon felt his right shoulder slump suddenly underneath itself. The Pokémon curled backward towards the street below. The pirate grabbed the sides of his Pokémon even as his own body was dangling downward. Uttering an apology, he swung his weight towards the wall with his partner’s sides still clutched tightly in its master’s metallic grip. There was a slight mechanic whir from his legs as he pushed as hard as the suit would allow; arching up and over back on solid ground. His legs nearly folded into his stomach as the Pokémon’s weight crashed on top of him. The Pokémon gasped and bounced off his master. He pawed at the crumpled form with its one good leg until he had accidentally knocked off a pokeball from the pirate’s shoulder sash.
There was a brief flash of light as the Pokémon emerged. It was a rotund Pokémon with dark grey legs and a bouncy yellow belly. It wiggled its snout trying to get its bearings from the rude awakening it had just received. The pirate let out a great moan as he forced himself to a seating position. The newly released Grumpig saw his master’s state and pulled its curly ears in horror, mouth dropped open and eyes nearly white with panic. He pulled on his master’s arms and legs and spouted out flustered babble to a woozy pirate.
“That will do, Phantom. The suit still works just fine. What of you, Blaz?” He dragged himself over and found that Blaz’ peg-leg had splintered at the base. How odd, he thought. He had just fitted Blaz with a new leg, it shouldn’t have broken like this. He plucked a second pokeball from his belt and called forth a third Pokémon.
“Time to shine, Silver!” A little egg shaped Pokémon bounced towards the sky. Her little oval shaped wings shimmered even in this dim of a night. She fluttered downward and clicked its small feet together signaling it was rearing to perform its task. The pirate opened its coat and tugged open a white lined pocket. From the inside he pulled out a little wireless headset and microphone. He fitted it on the Togetic’s head and tested his own microphone connected to his mask.
“Toki toki toki tick tock”, Silver affirmed as she fluttered towards the large ventilation opening and squeezed herself inside with Phantom following right behind her. It was a bit of a tight fit for the pig Pokémon to follow, even after he had doused himself in Goodra slime. He grumbled the whole time about his only view was the round white rear of Silver. Silver shimmed slowly but in a rhythmic fashion, oscillating her body to her own beat.
“Tick tock, tick tock, toki toki tock” she sung. Phantom snorted and drummed his golden tri pointed hooves in front of him. He grumbled being forced to crawling on his elbows and knees and the Togetic going at practically a Slugma’s pace.
“Tick tock, toil toki tock.” Phantom’s hooves dug into the metal sheathing and his eyes flashed an icy purple. Silver was shoved forward with a blast of psychic power and slammed against a grating before bouncing backwards slightly. The vent around them rumbled from the reverberations; weaving and bucking all around him. The access door underneath Grumpig popped open and he plummeted from the high ceiling. His snout just stopped short of the ground. Silver had managed to grab Phantom by the base of his tail and was fluttering her wings frantically. Phantom was dropped on his face as Silver’s little arms gave out. Silver’s face puffed up and she was practically turning crimson with annoyance. Their master’s voice crackled over the headset.
“Are you two there yet? I got Blaz’ leg fixed. We’re ready to move.” Silver retreated the small electric sparks that were starting to surround her and moved to their destination.
Silver peeked inside the door labeled Security. There was at least more than a dozen monitors casting their eerie blue glow into the room. There was desk and chair in there that she could see, though there was no occupant. The two pulled the door open easily as they shifted inside. Silver helped herself onto the chair and took a good hard look at each monitor. She had even checked the computer controls before she uttered her findings into the microphone.
“He didn’t waste much time. Phantom, you know what to do. Stay inside there until I give the word.”
The pirate made his way over to one of the large skylights that had been installed recently. Blaz slowly lowered his head towards the latch that would be seen underneath. His mouth opened just slightly and a small ember began to form in his throat. It wasn’t going to be easy for such a large fire type Pokémon like him to create so focused a flame at least for a Pokémon of his experience. Most fire types long forgot Ember by this time. Ember was a good training move for young Pokémon, but fairly useless afterwards. The small flame began to circle around the epoxy until it was starting to soften and become more pliable. Blaz backed away and the pirate hefted up the light. He gently placed it down while handing one end of the rope to Blaz. Blaz gripped it in his mouth and held it firm as the pirate lowered himself down.
He hung slightly in the air and scanned the room below. There was a faint static light just barely visible from the room to the right. He was eerily silent and he did feel a little silly dangling there like a Spinarak waiting for its prey. There was a clash of metal and the light was suddenly spirited away from the room. The pirate dropped to the floor and slunk into the room that had been previously illuminated.
He had to be quick though by the heavy steps he had heard exiting the room, he doubted the other was very fleet of foot. The pirate ignored all the gems and rare Kanto coins, forcing his attention to the centerpiece of the exhibition. In the dark it was an unsettling thing; a mutilated metallic corpse propped up inside the glass case. The armor within was a faint golden color modeled after the Pokémon Beedrill. The large eyes in the helmet had started to crack and the chainmail underneath was ragged and rusty with age. The front of the case was slightly open. He pulled penlight from his sleeve and shined it on the lock. It lay there neatly on the floor in front of him with the key still inside the lock. His light moved to the breastplate towards the shining black stripes on onyx stones. He clicked the lead of the light until it turned with a pallid blue. He shined it on the six stones adorned across the front slowly focusing each one under the light. When he came to the last two, the light did not glimmer as brilliantly as the other four. In fact they came out dull like frosted glass. Turning the light back to white, he saw that the decorative fasteners had been chipped and very recently.
“He didn’t waste time, at all. Hmm, what is this?”
“Put your hands up where I can see them!” The pirate turned around slowly as a bright light shone in his eyes. Even under the great light, the other man found it difficult to see any features under the large wide brimmed tri corner hat the pirate wore and the long snout on his mask obscured his mouth. The night watchman grinned smugly though also confused.
“Well what do we have here? Some crazy Team Pirate member or something? Heh what a lame name.” He heard a laugh suddenly erupt in the room from behind him. It was low and shifted between mirth and sorrow. He turned around and felt a fist in his gut. The pirate clamped a cloth over the watchman’s mouth and held firm until the guard became as limp as ditto in his hands. The pirate let him fall to the floor unceremoniously, rather annoyed at this turn of events.
“Silver, why didn’t you tell me he was heading my way?” he barked into the mike. Silver scratched her neck and uttered confusion.
“What do you mean you didn’t see him? I can see the camera from down here. Huh? You can’t see me? Heh, I cannot believe I was so sloppy. Fine. We’ve got thirty minutes before the Sleep Powder wears off. Time to grab what I came here for.” He checked the time on the timepiece installed to his cuff. 12:45.
“Excuse me miss, but can you not have your feet against the wall?” the security guard asked the young man sitting in the Baggage Checkout Area. Charles Shrine opened one lucid blue eye and curled his long narrow legs against his chest. With one steady movement he pushed himself off the bench in one simple backflip. He staggered a little from the sudden rush of blood leaving his head. He watched the guard walk away and sat cross-legged on the cushioned bench. Charles brushed back his curly golden locks with calloused hands only for them to fall back forward in a dainty though unruly mop. His fair complexion (though some would describe it as doll-like) had finally returned to his cherubic face and he began to rock in his seat. He had stopped looking at the Clock on his Xtransciever who knows how long ago and gotten frustrated at the number of voice mails he had left on his sister’s cell phone.
Perhaps it was his own fault he was sitting here getting numb in the rear when he could be enjoying a nice hot bath at the Hotel Richisme, he started to reason. He hadn’t accounted for the noticeable time difference between Kalos and Johto regions. Charles did not think it would be too much of an inconvenience for a Noctowl like his sister, Jen. Maybe she was on a case and couldn’t be bothered. No, she would have left a voicemail for him if she had. His knees began to twitch and started pacing. Charles had to do something. He couldn’t take another minute of these four walls and none of the food stations were open. But a taxi was out of the question since he only had a few Johto pokedollars in his wallet and just his luck the exchange booth wasn’t open.
He walked outside and tightened his backpack against him. Most of his things had already been shipped home save for a few souvenirs and snacks for the flight. He plucked out a pokeball from his backpack and with two fingers he flicked it into the air. A goat-shaped Pokémon appeared with brilliant viridian foliage along its back and slick ebony horns twisting from her stout head.
“Go go goat!” Gogoat yawned. Her leaves rustled as she stretched downward and shook herself awake.
“Well nice to see one of us got sleep. You up for a run? I would like to see something other than white walls.” Gogoat glanced upwards at the brilliant moon above them and smirked.
The wind against Charles’ face was cool, but savory at the same time. It was a different feeling than the subtle sweetness of Johto or the brisk sharp taste of Kanto that he had been accustomed to for the past two years. He filled with lungs with the aromatic Kalos air and thought how much he was going to enjoy his much needed rest.
The streets were quite empty even at this hour. Second only to Castelia City in Unova, Lumoise was the heart of nightlife of Kalos. There should hjave still been cafés open and gentle music playing from their slightly open doors. There should still be lovers partaking in the romantic atmosphere of the night. The sky was clear and even the starts seemed to outshine Prism Tower tonight. Charles tugged the horns of Gogoat slightly back and without further instruction, his Pokémon slowed down to a steady walk. Had he been gone that long for the city possess such an essence of uneasiness akin to Lavender Town? His Gogoat huffed sensing her trainer’s discomfort. They were now on North Boulevard and standing before the Lumiose Museum of Art. 1:15.
A brilliant red and blue banner had been stretched across the front awning of the museum. “The Kanto Collection: on Limited Engagement.” Charles smacked his tongue and smiled a little. He remembered something in the monthly Lumiose Museum magazine he was subscribed to mentioning this before. According to the banner, the collection would be open to the public tomorrow. Perhaps he could score a ticket and see how the museum displayed the artifacts. It shouldn’t be too hard, provided a certain curator remembered him.
His reverie was interrupted by a sudden loud clang on the metallic awning. A great beast suddenly sprung forward from above them and nearly collided with the pair. They were saved only by Charles tapping his Gogoat’s left ear slightly and she dashed backwards underneath the safety of the canopy. The other shape had glanced back at them though the only thing clear was a single sharp brown eye. It began to dash away towards the opposite end of the boulevard though Charles noticed it hobbled with a strange awkward gait.
The image was brief as it had bounded away; but it had changed to pass underneath a streetlight. It was an Arcanine. An Arcanine in Kalos was rare and it had a rider. It was a bulky figure, dressed in a long black and purple coat with a tri-corner hat. Charles patted Gogoat’s shoulder and motioned for her to pursue the Pokémon. A pirate was something he just had to look at further. That and he could inform the fellow that his costume terribly clashed with his partner.
The purple pirate had heard the sound of hooves fast approaching them from behind. He grinned slightly though Blaz huffed in annoyance. It growled to its master asking if it should subdue their pursuer with a well-placed Flamethrower.
“Don’t be so vulgar, even if you do wear an eye patch and peg leg these days”, the pirate laughed. Charles was right at their heels.
“Hey! Don’t you know there’s a speed limit in this district?” Charles huffed to the other rider. The rider jerked back on the mane on Blaz and the Pokémon obeyed the command. Charles dove to the side of his Pokémon to keep from getting hit by the Arcanine’s hind legs as he spun around perfectly. he was now speeding off in a blur towards the avenues. Charles was not going to be steered off that easily. He snatched a pokeball from his denim coat and tossed it upward as he tugged his Gogoat towards the alleys. The Pokémon that now appeared bounced on its stubby clawed legs and snapped its massive jaws.
“Klaptrap, Rock Polish and halt that Arcanine!” The Tyrunt snapped its jaws eagerly and rubbed its legs with its twiggy arms its rapid motions until its rocky skin practically glowed with brilliance.
The pirate looked back hearing an eager chant in a high pitched grunt, “Get! Get! Get! Bite! Bite! Bite!” The Tyrunt was fast on the Arcanine’s heel and the avenue was getting narrow. Blaz attempted to skirt around the rock dinosaur and confuse it, but a pair of horns famed into his side and knocked him almost completely off its balance. It felt a sudden drop of energy and it staggered almost into the water channel.
Charles’ Gogoat bounced back, her horns glowing with renewed energy. Klaptrap slammed its little body on the opposite side and both Arcanine and his rider tumbled forward. The pirate was more nimble than his partner as the pirate was able to roll back onto his feet and in the same motion recalled his Pokémon before it could be further harmed. he darted into the alley attempting to escape into the shadows.
The pirate’s hands and toes of its boots glowed and leapt upwards onto the building wall. Like a Spinarak he deftly scaled the wall until he was free and clear on the roof. He had his hand on another pokeball.
“Don’t try it. I’ve had better opponents in Snow Toss in the Pokeathalon”, Charles pronounced proudly. Charles stood on the opposite end on the roof with his Tyrunt eagerly bounding on one adjacent side and his Gogoat on the other. In the shine of Prism Tower, Charles was about get a better look at the one he had been chasing. A mask and long curly pink locks of hair concealed most of the facial features save for a crooked mad little smile. The mask had two black pearls on its nose and porcine black ears.
“You’re quite persistent aren’t you? I’d be careful about that. It can lead to…unfortunate results”, the pirate replied in a silky deep feminine voice. Charles moved steadily closer to his opponent, ready to pounce if need be. He had a small Taser in his back pocket. He hoped it still had some charge left, he hadn’t exactly used it since Big Sis had given it to him-at least not on purpose. The pirate hadn’t moved. Suddenly she leaned backwards and fell down ten stories into the alley. Charles had dashed over the side and looked downwards. Charles was unsure what had just occurred. Gogoat assisted him down the building until they arrived in the alley where the pirate should have plunged to her death. There was no body-nothing. Where could she have gone?
Charles was suddenly blinded as an officer shone a brilliant light in his eyes.
“All right punk, return your Pokémon and put your hands up in the air.” Charles grumbled as he returned his Pokémon back into his pocket. The officer shoved him against the wall and patted him down.
“Hang on. There is no law against walking in the night, is there?” A clap of handcuffs latched around Charles’ wrist.
“Don’t pretend you don’t know about the curfew, punk. Not to mention you look pretty suspicious, what with that get up.” Sure his pants were a little ragged and his denim jacket had Unown painted on it, but was he really in the same class as the atypical hooligan? Charles was shoved into the police car and they were sped off to police headquarters. Had he not been in such a confused state, he might have noticed a slight bit of purple trimming stuffed underneath the front seat.
Last edited by lovetheangelshadow; 18th June 2015 at 9:24 PM.
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