Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Gates to the Rift

[Meeker]

Well, here we are: my first fic having to do with Pokemon. Rated PG-13 for violence, suggestive themes, and language.

Don't steal this! If you want to use anything that I own, (characters, locations, etc.) please ask first. I'm not above calling up a sadistic insurance salesman to bleed your bank account dry!

I do not own Pokemon, only this story. Pokemon belongs to Gamefreak, and Pokemon Mystery Dungeon belongs to Chunsoft.

On the other hand, just tell me if you want to be on the PM list.

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- Rotomknight
- JFought
- Kukansis
- Knightfall
- Deadly.Braviary
- FrostStorm
- ThatYellowGuy
 

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- Prologue
- Chapter One: Great Awakening
 

Prologue
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It was a cool morning, and for once, there was only a drizzle. Route 215 had more rainfall each year than the rest of Sinnoh combined! Nothing could compare; it was a fact.

Ewan had gotten up early today as he wanted to train his one and only Pokémon. He and Muddy would spend hours messing around in Veilstone City. The two would loiter around, look for loot in the now abandoned Team Galactic building, and buy various things from the mall.

The two were to go on an adventure soon, and it had been something they wanted to do for a while now; the only thing in their way was the lack of organization.

The teenager and his Mudkip sneaked through the misty dawn, trying their best to avoid any wild Pokémon. Normally, Staravia would sing in the trees, and on occasion, there would be an Abra sleeping on a rock or tree. It was strange to see nothing at all.

A deep chill lingered with the fog, and the shade the of forest blocked any of the scarce warm air that lingered above the trees. But it was more than the average nip the air would have every day, it was something else. An inexplicable, spine-snapping chill that crept down his skin.

This just doesn’t feel right; the only question is, what is it?

“M-muddy,” he asked, “do you see anything out there?”

“Mud,” Muddy said shaking his head in a nervous fashion.

“Alright, then it’s not me. Kinda weird that we’re the only ones here; not even a Kricketot!”

“Kip!” Muddy said in agreement.

“I mean, just nothing! There’s supposed to be Pokémon around us like always! What the heck is going on?”

They trotted through the woods, hoping to reach Veilstone before six. Almost half an hour later, Ewan noticed that the trip was taking longer than usual. It felt as if they were going in circles, and the fog was thicker than it had been not long ago.

Why is this taking so long, Ewan thought, we don’t live that far away from the city.

“Muddy,” he said looking at his watch, “it’s been like twenty minutes since we left, normally it only takes fifteen at this pace! I mean, our house is on the far eastern side of Route 215. What the hell’s going on?”

“Mudkip,” the Pokémon shrugged.

I swear, if some psychic pokemon decided to make it foggy and teleport us back where we came from for laughs, I’ll beat the thing with my bare hands! Ewan thought.

The twosome walked on and on into the mist, not knowing what might await them.

“Muddy?” he asked, “I’m a little creeped-out.” There was no response.

“Muddy?” Ewan looked around to see that his partner had disappeared out of nowhere.

What the heck’s going on!? Where’s my Pokemon? Where am I? Where did this fog come from? Why did I go this way? the boy thought as he sprinted through the maze of fog. His heart pounding as if it wanted to jump out of his chest and flee.

It was not until he moved further that he looked to his side and ran straight into a rock wall, knocking him to the ground. His head pounded as he lay on the ground, his body feeling worthless as it did its best to get back on his feet.

Upon looking up, Ewan saw a wall that was about his height. It carved into a perfectly outlined square and had weird looking letters with eyes in them surrounding a handprint. It was strange to see such an engraving on a stone cliff about six feet tall. The only thing that was similar was the Hallowed Tower on Route 209, but he had never heard anything about this formation.

“What is this?” Ewan stood up and put his right palm on the mark. The carved letters and the handprint began to glow a cyan color. He attempted to pull his arm back and run away, but his palm was stuck to the stone wall.

“What the hell?” Ewan screamed, more terrified than he had ever been before, only to be unnoticed by whatever lurked in the haze around him.

The wall started to pull him into it, hand first. Struggling, he desperately tried to break free, but the stone was like hot glue on his skin. Ewan continued to try and escape, but it was no use. The stones opened like a gaping jaw, leaving him unconscious once inside. The carving returned to normal, yet the handprint and letters still burned cyan, the only indication anything happened here at all; and even that faded shortly afterward.
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So there you have it! Just a little hint as to what's happened. Why? I'm not telling you! (But $50 can change my mind!)

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- Chestpains Productions, for being the unofficial publisher of this work.
- William Shakespeare, for being such an influence and getting me back into writing.
- Vincent van Gogh, for all of the banners I've nagged him for.
- The Richter Scale, for being my beta reader.
 

[pokenutter]

Alright, then, so! First off, I thought it was interesting that you began with showing the protagonist as a trainer. I wonder about Muddy, and if there's a chance he'll become a main character (perhaps the partner?) I'm also interested to see how much (if any) Ewan remembers of this after being eaten by the rock.

The spelling and grammar are quite good- I did not notice any errors. My only complaint about the story at this point is chapter length, but that's something that may change as you write more.

[Rotomknight]

pm list me please!
What's your update schedule? Or is it whenever you can.

[Meeker]

My only complaint about the story at this point is chapter length, but that's something that may change as you write more.

Don't worry, the first chapter is going to be much longer.

pm list me please!

Will do!

What's your update schedule? Or is it whenever you can.

I do it as I write, I don't have any specific release dates, but I hope to post chapter one by Sunday. If it makes you feel better, it's at the proof-reading stage.

[JFought]

Newborn story in progress! And a good one it seems to be too! PM list me please.

[Meeker]

Newborn story in progress! And a good one it seems to be too! PM list me please.

Wow! This must be my lucky day! I'll add you as soon as I can!

[SuperDaikenki]

Pretty cool

[Meeker]

Pretty cool

Thanks! I'll do my best to keep it going well.

[Sid87]

It was a cool morning, and for once, there was only a drizzle. Route 215 had more rainfall each year than the rest of Sinnoh combined! Nothing could compare; it was a fact.

I don't know if you intended the double-meaning there for "drizzle" (light rain/pokemon ability that causes perpetual rain, like that route has), but if so...good job.

A deep chill lingered with the fog, and the shade the of forest blocked any of the scarce warm air that lingered above the trees. But it was more than the average nip the air would have every day, it was something else. An inexplicable, spine-snapping chill that crept down his skin.

I would just say "warmth" instead of "warm air". It sounds better.

“Muddy,” he said looking at his watch, “it’s been like twenty minutes since we left, normally it only takes fifteen at this pace! I mean, our house is on the far eastern side of Route 215. What the hell’s going on?”

Watch out for having characters explain things to each other that they both already know. Like Ewan telling Mudkip where their house is located. The pokemon should already know that, so why--except to blatantly narrate to the reader--would Ewan say that?

“Muddy?” he asked, “I’m a little creeped out.” There was no response.

"creeped-out" should by hyphenated.

“What is this?” Ewan stood up and put his right palm on the mark. The carved letters and the handprint began to glow a cyan color. He attempted to pull his arm back and run away, but his palm was stuck to the stone wall.

I would like this described better. HOW was his hand stuck to the wall? What did it feel like? What was going through his head? As it is, it reads just like it is: a plain statement. And that doesn't engage the reader or make us feel anything for Ewan.


-It's short, but that's not bad, and I hardly have any room to complain. You could use more descrption: tells us what Ewan is thinking and feeling so that the reader gets more engaged and has more empathy for him.

[Meeker]

Thanks for reading, and I'll keep your advice for the later chapters.

[Meeker]

Chapter One:
Great Awakening
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“So familiar and overwhelmingly warm, this one, this form I hold now. Embracing you, this reality here, this one, this form I hold now, so wide eyed and hopeful.
Wide eyed and hopefully wild.” -Lyrics from "Parabol"

“Ugh,” Ewan moaned, waking up from a slumber he did not remember falling into. His eyes were closed, and he had no idea where he was. It was as if his entire life had disappeared, and he had not the slightest idea of what happened before now.

He opened his eyes to see that he was on a small piece of land in the middle of a swamp. Ewan sat up, only to notice that the reeds were enormous, nearly three times his own height. Everything seemed bigger than it was supposed to be. He could at least remember that he was not this short before now/

“Wait, where the heck am I?” There was a short silence after his comment, but he got a response from behind him.

“Hello?” it asked in a rather effeminate voice. “Who’s there?”

The voice startled him for a second, as he was talking to himself, and did not expect someone to respond.

“Who’s there?” he looked behind him and asked and asked, fearing that whoever was out there was not friendly.

“Well, who are you?” the voice responded.

“I...” What’s my name? “I...” What is it? “I...” It has to be in there somewhere! “I’m...” I remember now!

“Um, do you even know your name?”

“Ewan! That’s it! Ewan!”

“Yoo-en? Never heard that name before.”

“Yeah, well, not many people have. Now show yourself!”

“Okay, sheesh,” she said, and stepped through water, pushing the reeds she came through aside. It was a Kirlia. At least he knew that they can use telepathy to talk to people.

She had goggles positioned on her forehead and a red scarf wrapped around her neck. Along with this, she was carrying a brown satchel over her shoulder.

“Oh,” she exclaimed, “a Riolu? It’s not everyday we see one of you around here, or anyone else honestly, but that’s not the point!”

Wait, what!? What the hell is she talking about? Ewan thought looking at as much of himself that he could. The blue fur, the floppy ear-like appendages on the side of his head, he felt it all.

“Are you okay?” she asked. I was speechless, not knowing how to respond. “Hello? Are... you... alive?”

Ewan quickly snapped out of the trance, shook his head, and looked at her.

“What the hell happened to me?” he yelled grabbing onto her shoulders. “This isn’t possible!”

“Get off of me!” she shouted prying herself from his grasp, leaving him to fall flat on my face. “Now, tell me why you’re acting so weird!”

“You don’t understand, I’m a human, okay? A freaking human! Not a Riolu!”

The Kirlia simply gave him an awkward stare.

“Yeah right,” she replied, then entered a trance causing her eyes to glow blue. After a few seconds, she had quite an astonished look on her face.

“Well you aren’t lying, or at least you think you’re telling the truth.”

“Alright, now where did my pants go?”

“Pants?” she asked, as if she had never heard of pants in her life before.

“You know, trousers? They cover your legs,” the Riolu tried to explain, but it did not seem to work.

“You’re kind of odd.”

Pleased to meet you too! Ewan thought.

“Hey,” she inquired, “what are you doing in the Great Marsh anyway? It’s not very smart. You could easily get lost in the eternal maze of reeds and quicksand.”

And now you insult my intelligence, thanks a lot!

Ewan noticed that she seemed to know what he was thinking, as the Kirlia took one of the cutest bows he have ever seen and introduced herself.

“Oh, how rude of me. My name’s Tess.”

Ewan stared at her in amazement for a second, ignoring everything. The fact that he was no longer in his own body, the fact that he could not remember anything about himself other than his name, nothing. It was as if all of Ewan's fear had dug a grave, fell in it, and died. It ceased to exist for the short moment that she introduced herself, and he felt a sense of ease in the madness that surrounded the moment before.

“Um, what are you staring at?” she questioned, giving me a puzzled expression. It was not until now that he began to realize that he had zoned out looking at her with his jaw wide open.

Damnit! What was I doing? Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! his mind screamed as his smacked my forehead repeatedly. Each insult pointed directly at him heart like a mugger’s knife.

The Emanation Pokemon quickly shook his head real fast, then spoke.

“Sorry, just, uh, daydreaming.”

“About what?”

“Uh...” His response screamed: "You and me together, alone! What else would it be?"

“Of course that’s what you’re thinking about,” she said in an angered tone, her white face growing a red hue with every word she said.

“What do you mean?” Ewan asked, trying to look as innocent as possible.

“You know what you were thinking! And so do I!”

Of course, she could see into my thoughts, he thought, she was a psychic type!

“Look,” the Riolu explained, “I’m sorry! I don’t even know what’s going on!”

“Mhm,” she responded, “don’t apologize when you don’t mean it.”

“No! Really, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to...” he was cut off by Tess.

“Shut up!” she yelled.

“Can you just forgive me?” Tess took some time to think about the situation before making her decision.

“Fine, just don’t let me catch you doing that ever again!”

No promises, Ewan thought. he quickly smacked his forehead with his paw, remembering that his head was translucent to her. She could look into his head like a window to his train of thought.

She glared at the blue puppy, and extended her hand to help him up. Ewan gladly accepted her offer, but she dropped him in the middle of pulling him up.

“Whoops,” she said with a voice that reeked of sarcasm. The only thing he could do was scowl.

“Now look, I’m really sorry,” he said, getting to his feet. “Would you please stop reading my thoughts?”

“Well, try not to think so loudly,” she replied. She had a very sarcastic tone, but serious at the same time; it was hard to tell if she really meant it.

Ewan had a hard time standing up. his feet were quite small, and the third joint below his knee did not help to rid the awkwardness of holding himself up. It felt as if he had been standing on the very front of his feet, and he ended up wobbling side to side.

“Do you not know how to walk?” Tess asked looking rather surprised.

“Of course I do,” Ewan explained, “just not on feet these small!”

“I’d bet, now come on, we’ve got some ground to cover.” The twosome walked into the reeds, and through some of the shallow pools of water that twisted around various outcroppings of land.

“So, you actually believe me about what I said?”

“Uh-huh, if my history books are right, it has happened before.”

“What?”

“Yeah,” she said, “apparently both times it happened when the world was in trouble, hope this means that the world isn’t in danger. But that was in the past, let’s go,” she said walking into the reeds. In fear of being left behind, I carefully followed her, trying not to fall over.

There were wooden planks that made “bridges” connecting the various small portions of ground that stuck out of the water. They used those whenever possible to avoid getting wet, as the wind gave Ewan the shivers, and getting wet could lead to hypothermia.

He felt a needle in his heart, and that was not a good way to wake up. Getting turned on by someone right in front of them, getting yelled at and dropped for that, and now told that the stability of the world is out of whack!

“Wait a second,” the Riolu stopped her, “why would you be in here if you said it isn't safe?”

“I’m exploring, what does it loo...” she stopped there for a second. “Oh, right, you don’t know what that is do you?”

“I know what exploring is, it’s discovering new places.”

“Well, technically, but there’s more to it than that. You see, explorers save those in need, look for treasure, discover new places, and so much more.” Tess’s eyes seemed to glitter even though it was rather cloudy. She showed much alacrity in her explanation.

“Seems like there’s a lot more to it than just exploring,” Ewan commented as they began to walk again.

“Of course, but exploring includes treasure, and loot! It may be dangerous, but those precious artifacts are hard to resist! And the adventure is loads of fun!” the Kirlia responded.

“Sound like an interesting occupation. Is there a place that you have to sign up or do you just start?”

“Well, I'm not necessarily official. I have yet to sign up myself,” she explained with a sense of guilt.

“So you need a license or something?”

“Well, you need to be registered. It’s kind of illegal to be out here like I am.”

“So you’re breaking the law, and if I get caught out here with you, I’ll be arrested with you or something?” Ewan asked.

“Pretty much, eh-heh,” Tess answered. “Those without a badge to confirm their status are called marauders. Most show plenty of hostility, but there are some that merely can’t afford to live any other way since the guilds don’t accept just anybody.”

The Riolu was left nonplussed by this response. Really? You’re gonna just drag me into this with you? Why couldn’t someone with an actual badge have saved me?

“Well, we could apply at the local guild! That’s the only way to get a badge around here. Not like there’s anything special in Mist-Bound Village.”

We? Ewan thought. Where does she think that I’m just going to accept some offer to join her when she just explained that she’s breaking the law?

“We?” he asked.

“Oh, sorry, I should’ve asked first. Would you... would you like to form an exploration team with me?” Tess lost her tomboyish attitude and looked at him with big eyes and her face pointed to the ground. She held her hands together behind her back like a helpless child.

Oh man, now you’ve gotten yourself into it, Ewan! What to do? What to do? She isn’t that bad of a Pokemon, but she just asked me out of the blue! We don’t even know each other personally! First I’m in an alien body, and now I have to deal with this! What am I going to do?

“You don’t have to accept if you don’t want to,” she stated. “It’s just that, well, I’ve always wanted to start a team, ever since I was a Ralts even. I just thought since you have no place to go, nobody you know other than me, and you can’t remember anything that you might want to start a team with me.”

"Why not?"

It took some time, but they made it to Mist-Bound Village. The trail went over those wooden planks and through reeds. Sometimes coming to an abandoned wooden building, which Tess said to keep away from until both of them were stronger, explaining that Marauders like to set up camps in the houses of their raid victims.

Ewan had a good look of the small settlement from the hill we stood on. The place was made up of old wooden structures on platforms that were connected by small bridges made of planks like those scattered across the swamps, which were used to connect the land that stuck out of the water in that case rather than platforms. There a town square where plenty of what he assumed to be shops were located.

“Well, here we are! There’s not much, but it’s enough to get by with. There are a few luxuries like the bar and the guild, but not much else.”

“Bar?” Ewan asked.

“A juice bar and restaurant, they serve some really good drinks and the food’s pretty good too. It’s definitely worth a visit!”

“I’ll take your word for it.”

With that, Tess led Ewan through the village, and took him to a small looking structure on the other end of town. There was a door that looked quite strong with a rectangular opening that was covered by a wooden plank on the other side.

The Kirlia walked up to the door and knocked on it. The plank that covered the slit was pulled to the side, and Ewan could see the eyes of somebody through it. Given that the eyes were all they could see, he was quite frightened, as they had shades of red, yellow and black in them.

“Who’s there?” the Pokemon snapped. His speech had a heavy lisp, and most likely painted the other side of the door with saliva.

“We’re here on business,” Tess stated in a quite formal fashion.

“Do you have a job request?”

“Uh, no, but...

“We’re not interested in anything you’re selling!” he interrupted, and slammed the view slide.

Some way to greet us, Ewan thought, is this really a place that explorers sign up at? This door Pokemon isn’t exactly the type I would want greeting my guests.

Tess knocked on the door once again, as if she didn’t care about the rude hello they had just been given. The Pokemon opened the view hatch once again, as if he had forgotten about what happened a couple seconds ago.

“Who goes the... Oh, it’s you guys. I already told you, we’re no...”

“We’re here to sign up,” the Kirlia interrupted.

“Oh,” the sentry said, “why didn’t you say so?” His voice changed from a cautious xenophobic tone to a warm embrace. How one could make such a shift in so little time baffled Ewan.

Once the Pokemon opened the door, Ewan saw that he was a Watchog. No wonder, that’s why he’s watching the door!

“Why thank you,” Tess said giving the guard a casual salute. We then walked in to see that the building was a cramped one-room structure. Despite this, there were two ways to get downstairs. There was a square hole surrounded by a gated fence on the left, and a wooden ladder on the right. Each led downward into the ground.

“Just choose a path: left for the lift, or right to climb down. And if you’re bored, you can go the way that those huge pokemon go; which is around back and down the hill.”

“We’ll take the left,” Tess said, and we walked over to the gate.

“Hey Wade,” the Watchog yelled, “we’ve got some Pokemon coming down! Get the lift!”

“Alright, Nesbit! I got it,” a raspy voice answered. With that, a wooden platform was raised to their level. They casually walked onto it, and stood there for a second.

“Let ‘em down Wade,” Nesbit called, and the lift began to move downward, and into a room that was no larger than the one upstairs. The main difference was that there was a hall on the far side of this one.

“Welcome to our guild,” a Floatzel greeted them once down. His voice sounded as if he had a bowl of gravel for breakfast.

He was wearing an eye patch on his right side, and he was missing the tip of the fin located on his head. His sheer looks outweighed his jolly introduction.

“Why thank you,” Tess answered with a bow similar to the one she did for Ewan.

The Riolu began to get the same thoughts that the bow brought upon him, as if the Riolu inside took over again.

Boy, isn’t she... NO! No, I will not have these thoughts! I’m a human and she knows it too! I shouldn’t be thinking these kind of things! he thought, smacking his forehead repeatedly. When he finally snapped out of it, Ewan noticed that the two pokemon were staring at him.

“Not again,” Tess said looking down with her hand in her face.

“S-sorry,” he apologized. The only sign the Kirlia showed of forgiveness was that she said nothing.

“Come with me,” Wade said, leading them down the hall on the other side of the cramped room.

The walls were made of stone and wooden supports spanned across the walls and ceiling as if there was a mine here, and left it for whoever got to it first. How an underground rock formation could exist below a swamp of all places was a surprise, but a lot of weird things have been happening lately, it is probably best that he did not ask.

Once at the end of the hallway, they came to a large room that had another hall at each side, and a closed door at the far end of it. There were two bulletin boards on the wall side-by-side. Both appeared as if they were ready to explode with the amount of notices on them.

Wade guided them to that door, knocking on it before entering.

“Who is it?” a rather young and mischievous sounding voice asked in the other room.

“It’s Wade,” the Floatzel responded. “We’ve got two new Pokemon willing to join us!”

“Oh really? Send them in! I want to have a little chat with them, privately.”

“Yes, sir!” And with that, Wade opened the door. Inside was a room with weird geometric shapes on various gothic decorations. Only a couple colors existed in the room, most of which was black accompanied by some red and purple. The only sources of light were a few candles on golden holders on the tables on both sides of the room.

A shiny Zoroark was at the other end of the room sitting criss-cross on a black mat with his feet on top of his knees. His left eye was purely white with a slashed scar through it, and half of his right ear was torn off. His scarf was a pure maroon, which made Ewan question whether that was dye or blood. He assumed the later, as the various occult images in the room suggested.

“So,” the Zoroark inquired, “you two want to be explorers, huh?”

“Yes,” Tess answered.

“Well, what makes you think that I’ll just let some teenagers that I don’t know anything about into my guild? Some Pokemon have even died on missions you know, right? It’s very dangerous to be exploring with all of the marauders about.” Tess looked to the ground in a guilty fashion with her hands behind her back kicking the dirt. The Zoroark then looked at her, seeing that she was wearing exploration gear.

“So tell me Kirlia, how did you acquire such a nice scarf and those explorer goggles? It’s not everyday that someone asking to be a part of a guild has those.”

“Well...” Tess said.

“Let me guess, you’ve been looting in the Great Marsh haven’t you?”

“Yes...” the Kirlia muttered. Tess’ eyes were starting to water now, her guilt was coming out and she burned with every word she confessed. The Zoroark’s mental torture was killing her from the inside, and he stared at her with an unimaginably sadistic smile on his face.

“Don’t worry,” he said with a laugh, “I used to be one too! Do you really think that I, Xidorn, wouldn't have a dark past? No pun intended by the way.” His face looked even more unsettling when he smiled, laughed, or showed happiness, though you can never tell whether it was intended with dark types.

Tess looked at him, her face boiling at what he made her go through for cheap entertainment; even Ewan was disgusted by his actions.

“On to business sweetheart,” the dark Pokemon continued. “Have this, it has all of the necessary equipment you’ll need to start exploring.”

Xidorn then placed a satchel about the size of Tess’ on the ground in front of him. The two walked up to open it. Inside were two badges, a green cloth, a map, some bandages, and a couple tools.

“Finally,” Tess exclaimed, “I have my very own badge!” She was overwhelmed with a sense of joy so strong, that it appeared to put the menacing smile that Xidorn held when he was harassing her. But Ewan could tell that even he could feel the happiness she now possessed.

The Riolu picked up the piece of cloth from the bag and held it up.

“You wear it around your neck,” Xidorn said. Ewan put it around his yellowish gold collar and tied it at the back.

“There you go,” he said.

“What’s it for anyway?” Ewan asked.

“It has something to do with that aura stuff that your species is involved in, it’s too light for me, I take more of an interest of the darker things in life.”

Like the overuse of occult imagery in your room didn’t say enough. Ewan said in his head, knowing that Xidorn could not tell what was going on in his head.

“Now, how about your team name, may I ask about that? What will it be?” The Kirlia simply looked down to the ground, closed her eyes, and let her palm find its real estate on her face.

“Why didn’t this occur to me beforehand,” she whispered to herself. Ewan could see the protrusions of red on her cheeks, it was not difficult to see.

“How about Pathfinder?” Ewan suggested. “Team Pathfinder, why not? We’re explorers after all.” Ewan watched as Tess looked up at him with an optimistic look.

"That’s a great idea!" she said with a smile. "We’ll be Team Pathfinder!"

“It suits you,” Xidorn said. “Alright, you two are now Team Pathfinder.” The dark-type then entered something in a book.

“Wade!” the Zoroark shouted.

“Sir!” the Floatzel shouted back.

“Show these two to their quarters!”

“Yes, sir! Wade entered the room and lead them to the hall on to our left. It had two rooms on each side.

“The ladies sleep in the room to the left, and the guys in the room to the right. We’ll make you two beds soon enough, but hopefully you two are okay with sleeping on hay beds for now.”

“It’s alright, I’ve slept in them before,” Ewan's friend explained. “They aren’t that bad, but they aren’t the best either, Ewan. You get used to them after a while.”

“I can make my own,” he answered. “Is there any place that I can get two poles and a two large-ish blankets?”

“So you want to make a hammock, huh?” the water-type inquired. “I know they might sell the supplies at the general goods store in town, the only question is if you have the dough.”

Do we? the Riolu asked himself. It’s really helpful to know that you are brain dead when it comes to your funds.

“I’m sure that a hay bed should be fine for now Ewan,” Tess stated. I guess it’s only once, the Riolu's mind reassured, it shouldn't be that bad.

“How about you two go meet the other members of the guild while you’re at it,” the Floatzel suggested. “They should be at the bar, at least two of them that is. They have a day off, but you might not want to go there to meet them, they have a tendency to be pretty rowdy and get hammered on their gummi drinks.”

“Who are they?” Tess asked with a strong sense of curiosity.

“Team Raider,” Wade explained, “they don’t like following rules, and their minds are set on loot. Despite this, they’re quite loyal to the guildmaster. What he did to get their obedience is beyond my knowledge.” Tess looked at him in disbelief. It did not surprise Ewan that there would be explorers that operated that way. Especially in a guild run by a former marauder.

“Don’t worry, there’s another team that I think you two will get along with just fine,” the Floatzel continued. “Team ThunderFlare is much nicer, they’ll give you a morale boost whenever you need it. Naomi and Cole are also quite cute. They might be on duty, but I’m not sure. Look for them at the bar why don’t you” Wade seemed to stray from his rough exterior. He was quite soft for such a tough looking Pokemon.

“Well,” Tess exclaimed, “to the bar we go!”
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Man, I skipped writing a chapter of my other story because writing Pokemon is just so damn fun! I don't know why!

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[Kukansis]

Huh, very interesting story so far. A little fast paced, but still very good.

I noticed a few errors, though. Sorry, but it's late, and I can only remember this one, at the moment.

Boy, isn’t she... NO! No, I will not have these thoughts! I’m a human and she knows it too! I shouldn’t be thinking these kind of things! I thought smacking my forehead.

I get the feeling you meant to italicize that. Also, a comma is needed after "thought".

Anyways, great job, Meeker. I'd appreciate it if I could be on the PM list as well.

[Meeker]

Thanks! I'll do my best to keep you pleased!

[Dormant]

I wonder what has happened to Muddy? Great Fic! Does Ewan have other Pokemon? Or He only has Mudkip? I can't wait for another Chapter!!

[Meeker]

Why thank you!

[JFought]

Review time! Did you know this is actually my second time reviewing mistakes?

II had a good look of the settlement from the hill we stood on.

Only one I is needed.

"So" the Zoroark said inquired,

Said inquired? Doesn't make sense.

All in all, good chapter. Felt a bit rushed in the beggining, but the rest was pretty smooth. Keep it up!

[Meeker]

Thanks for pointing those out! Not bad for a second try!

I'll do my best to keep you pleased, don't worry!

[SuperDaikenki]

Wow, pretty good so far, I personally found it a bit better than mine when I first started.
I can see great things for this story. Please Continue.

[Meeker]

Wow, pretty good so far, I personally found it a bit better than mine when I first started.
I can see great things for this story. Please Continue.

Wow, I'm surprised by all of the good responses that I'm getting. I remember when I decided to have this as a side project, as it's actually the second fic I've posted. I used to write long ago but... Yeah, so now I'm posting new stuff, glad to hear that you like it!

[jireh the provider]

“You know, trousers? They cover your legs.” I tried to explain. It did not seem to work. She already has a skirt built into her body, so it eluded me that she did not what pants are?

I think you forgot to place the word "know" on the sentence above. Our Riolu better not be what I mean in a higher rate. Yeah I'll shut it up. As for the name "Ewan", its is a filipino word did you know that? Ewan [Ehh-wuhn], if a Filipino says that, means "I don't know" in English. I'd find it a bit tricky to get used to him. I just may call him Riolu in my terms for a clearer understanding. How could i understand someone when its name Means I don't know? It's a bit personal in reading terms.

“What the hell happened to me?” I yelled grabbing onto her shoulders. “This isn’t possible!”

“Get off of me!” she shouted prying herself from my grasp, leaving me to fall flat on my face. “Now, tell me why you’re acting so weird!”

“You don’t understand, I’m a human, okay? A freaking human! Not a Riolu!”

The Kirlia simply gave me an awkward stare. She didn’t believe me, but then again, who would?

“Yeah right,” she replied, then entered a trance causing her eyes to glow blue. After what I assume was reading my thoughts, she had quite an astonished look on her face.

Now THAT'S a way of handling humorous comedy on the tone of that group of sentences. I sense upcoming odd friendship for these two. *Flirty thoughts ringing in my head*. Plus, I like the way you dealt with the moment of disbelief and shock combined with amnesia. At least you know your type of Amnesiac hero.

“Uh...” That response screamed: You and me together, alone! What else would it be?

“Of course that’s what you’re thinking about,” she said in an angered tone, her white face growing a red hue with every word she said.

“What do you mean?” I asked, trying to look as innocent as possible.

“You know what you were thinking! And so do I!”

you know, I take my last phrase back. Now that you are a Riolu, good luck on dealing with your furry instincts. If you know what I mean ...
Anyways, that is a good way of start an unconscious pervert mind / romantic lover mode to a character. With the "You know what you were thing. And so do I", it further supports that "lust" can be implemented in the mildest ways too.

“Well, I'm not necessarily official. I have yet to sign up myself,” she explained with a sense of guilt.

“So you need a license or something?”

“Well, you need to be registered. It’s kind of illegal to be out here like I am.”

“So you’re breaking the law, and if I get caught out here with you, I’ll be arrested with you or something?” I asked.

“Pretty much, eh-heh,” Tess answered. “Those without a badge to confirm their status are called marauders. Most show plenty of hostility, but there are some that merely can’t afford to live any other way since the guilds don’t accept just anybody.”

I was left nonplussed by this response. Really? You’re gonna just drag me into this with you? Why couldn’t someone with an actual badge have saved me?

“Well, we could apply at the local guild! That’s the only way to get a badge around here. Not like there’s anything special in Mist-Bound Village.”

We? Where does she think that I’m just going to accept some offer to join her when she just explained that she’s breaking the law?

Ohhh kay? Marauders? Are they the equivalent of Humans working on the Black Markets in your story? It seems so close. I could potentially see you tackle a chapter involving these marauders

“Don’t worry,” he said with a laugh, “I used to be one too! Do you really think that I, Xidorn, wouldn’t have a dark past? No pun intended by the way.” His face looked even more unsettling when he smiled, laughed, or showed happiness, though you can never tell whether it was intended with dark types.

Looks like it is not only wigglytuff that has a bad past time. We know Wiggly's teacher was a criminal. Now your Zoroark was a sneaky guildmaster in his childhood. Snicker. I believe your story fits T+ for pokemon WILL be murdered.