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 Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2007 11:56 am
The mission to Inhinx was insane!! Of course, most of the trainers were female. I can’t help but wonder if there’s a direct correlation between the insanity of a group and the percentage of women in said group. There must be some sort of relationship… let me start at the beginning of this crazy adventure…
Night One: I was late. I didn’t want to get up from bed because who the Hell wants to wake up early when they don’t have to? I should have gotten up, but… well… yeah… you know how it is. Anyway, I managed to join the group just before they started moving out and I got a tauros to ride. I met Malice and her eevee, Sepia. Mal is very… interesting. Not just ‘female interesting’, which is insane, but interesting as in a person. Very bitter. Also, I think she’s related to the Nurse Joys of the world. Whenever I tried asking, she would glare at me, which is as good as telling me. When the rapidash started stampeding, her rapidash lead the rebellion. We got him back eventually, but she had to ride behind me on my tauros. And Sepia was in her shirt. A lot. It was amusing. :3
We reached the cave and a flock of zubats came out. They were caught, luckily, before they could do any real damage.
Night Two: Nothing much to report. We went through the cave. The last few meters were especially dangerous because of the cave-in caused by the dugtrio. Did I mention that I really hate caves? Because I do. There’s no light and it’s stuffy and all sorts of stuff. Blech. Once outside of the cave, our troubles really started… the caravan was attacked by Meowths. They got into everything. The food, the tent, the packs! I attempted to catch one, but I failed. ;_; Aww…
Still haven’t made Mal blush. I swear I will eventually. The strange thing is, she’s almost becoming attached to me. D’aww… <3
Night Three: We reached the beach today. It was… nice, to see it at night. The moonlight struck the sands below, making everything a beautiful shade of silver and gold. I think I’ll hold that image in my mind for the rest of my life. Mal still hasn’t blushed, even when I tried talking to her about sex on the beach and how the grains of sand get everywhere. Well, there’s still time…
Sneasel ruined everything though. Once again, a pokémon swarm came out of nowhere to attack the caravan. And, once again, they targeted what little food we had left and ripped a few tents apart. I did the best I could with repairing them and they should hold up…
Still no blush from Mal. Will have to work more in the future.
Night Four: We were supposed to leave early tonight, but everyone dragged their feet. A good thing, I guess.
The strangest thing happened at the beach though. First, the weather patterns went nuts! It was hailing, then really hot, then raining… everyone guessed what kind of pokémon it could be, but I ended up with the correct answer. A group of Absol---four---appeared and calmly approached the caravan. They didn’t fight back as they were each caught, one by one. It was… weird. And disconcerting. Everyone knew it too. We all knew something fishy was going on… the Absol were running from some sort of disaster… unusual for a pokémon that usually runs towards a disaster to warn people of their coming doom.
I love Absol. I hope to get one someday. We’ll have to see…
Everyone was antsy tonight because of the Absol thing from the night before. I don’t blame them. It was weird… only Mal and I seemed to really understand that something scary was going on though. Everyone else was so… sanguine. I finally asked Jen about it and she came clean.
The ‘trip’ was actually a police mission. Yeaaah… this does nothing to increase my faith in the police, by the way. The fact that they decided to send a bunch of young trainers---I don’t think any of us were over the age of twenty---to do an adult’s work was kinda dumb. Not only that, but Inhinx… there are pokémon there, who had apparently been abused by their past trainers. We were supposed to go ‘clean up’.
Mal and I were not amused, since neither of us particularly cares for the idea of cleaning up someone else’s mess, especially not clearing out abused pokémon for the good of humans. Funny thing though. Once Mal heard about all the danger, she basically ordered me to stay nearby her. I feel so loved. <3 We voiced our views, which upset Jen and she ran off.
… Gee… I wonder if that says anything at all about the ability of children to lead important missions. That stuff only happens in stories…
Mal and I sort of took charge of the situation. Others were… upset, for some stupid reason. We sent Jen’s raichu ahead to find Jen. He came back with some notes, saying that we shouldn’t appoint one leader, but instead should lead in a democratic way.
… Yeaaaah… Mal and I decided to ignore that and instead have some sort of joint leadership. Since she has all the social graces of duckweed and I have the leadership capacities of your average mushroom, together we made one barely competent leader. We managed to get people to follow our lead without ever actually letting them realize it. I felt all clever inside. <3 Mal lent me Stellar, her flaafy. A lovely little creature, indeed. Very snuggly and loves her food. I think she could go far in contests… hmm… I’ll mention it to Mal some other time.
Night Five: Today, we found the Freezelands, an inhospitable landscape made up entirely of ice. There wasn’t a single tree or rock or any landmark to be found. We had to depend on the waning light to lead our way, and that was troublesome because of the clouds. We found another note from Jen today, and this one was… weird… It basically ordered us to go through some caves instead of going through the Dead Forest. The path she had outlined on the map earlier went through the Dead Forest though, so I thought it was pretty suspicious.
Apparently, I was perfectly right to be so, since a gastly appeared out of nowhere and announced it had written the note. Oh, and that Jen had run off towards Inhinx. On her own. And that the pokémon of the town had probably eaten her soul or whatever it is that they do. It then attacked us, but we fought it off. Stellar was amazing. <3
Day Six: We arrived at Inhinx. We could see Jen from the bluffs around the town. It was… kinda freaky. Once we were inside, she attacked us with a spear. She couldn’t even recognize her own pokémon. Clearly, this was a problem. We assumed she was being possessed and half of us searched the buildings while the other half tried to subdue her.
Eventually, an umbreon---blind and scarred---crept from one of the buildings to attack our pokémon. A battle followed. Once the umbreon was defeated, however, Jen merely fainted. Damnit… so much for hoping she could tell us something about Inhinx…
I’m not sure what happened next. The pokémon… spoke to one another, I think, and a white houndoom with cracked horns came from the ruins, trying to stop the fight. They were scared of something. Not us. Another pokémon…
Which quickly revealed itself to be a large and scarred absol, prepared to fight us all to the death. One trainer tried to fight him off while the rest of us kinda tried to keep ourselves safe. Eventually, he was defeated… and we learned the true story of Inhinx.
It was a small town, just like any other, peaceful. Not exactly prosperous, but peaceful, and that was all that the people wanted… until silver was discovered in the valley walls. At that, the peace vanished, replaced by an all-too-human greed. The pokémon were put to work in the caves, forced to work themselves to death, literally. This is how the umbreon lost his sight and the houndoom cracked his horns. The houndoom’s owner was killed in a fight over him. ;_; Isn’t it sad? Poor baby…
The trainers all gathered together, putting out fires, and trying to save what was left of the city. Once done with that, we celebrated. Well… sort of… there wasn’t any singing or actual celebrating, but we did settle down to a quiet meal. This seemed to impress the umbreon. He ‘looked’ at us and eventually selected a trainer. Yay! <3
But the houndoom seemed more wary for once… he kept looking at the silver walls. Eventually, we got the message that he wanted the silver destroyed, or at least inaccessible. We all worked together to achieve this dream, melting the silver down, blowing it up, or sinking it into the sea.
When all was said and done, the houndoom approached me. His name is Conrí.
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2008 4:59 pm
Alright, time for some super late entries! Hey, don’t glare at me, Journal. You don’t have eyes and it’s way freaky. Let’s see… Christmastime!
Well, sort of Christmas. See, my family is Jewish. We’ve got a Hanukah Bush and everything though, so it works out well enough. Anyway, I was out playing with Con---he loves chasing snowballs, the big softie!--- when who should I spy, but Malice herself! She was all cold and bundled up, so I invited her inside. Mom, being the wonderful hateful woman that she is, started showing off the picture album. ;_; I may never show my face again. In particular, she showed off the picture of me when I was seven years old when I shaved the family growlithes. Mal got to meet the family and I don’t think she was entirely terrified.
It was a nice dinner though. She didn’t mind the lack of a Christmas ham, or she didn’t seem to mind anyway. And I think my little brother is developing a crush on her…
Isn’t that cute? :3 He’s going to get his hopes utterly crushed!
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 9:45 pm
Guess who I ran into today? Mal! 8D Again! It’s weird, how often we run into each other… I’d be suspicious, but I kinda like running into her. It’s always an experience. Although, I suppose everything is technically an experience of some sort or anything… but, it’s a good experience. Usually. So long as she doesn’t hit me. Anyway, Con and Kabuki ran off to play games or something. Dogs. What do you really expect?
Mal is worried about her eevee, Sepia. She hasn’t been eating much… and tends to sleep all day. It’s very worrying. More worrying is Mal’s insistence to stay away from PokeCenters, but, whatever. The minds of women is no place for a man. Unless she’s thinking about him or something… I’ll work on the metaphor later.
Anyway, I’m gonna stay around and keep an eye on her for a bit.
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 9:46 pm
To the Mines!
Quote: Zatao, a new pokemon continent that seems to linger on the edge of the map…Humans have migrated here, as well as various pokemon types from around the globe, both wild and trained. It was thought that nothing mythical was contained within the islands’ borders; that Zatao was simply another place to train, to perform, to bond…. To sleep safely and quietly, undisturbed. Yet, as of recent, legends from different regions have shown their faces to those who dwell on the continent. Suicune… Ho-oh… Darkrai… Shaymin... These all-powerful pokemon, untamable in the distant past, have formed bonds with the humans; this is something that has never happened before! These particular pokemon that are rarely seen, even by the most experienced travelers! Researchers are baffled beyond a doubt at these recent events; what could have drawn these pokemon from their native homelands to a place like Zatao? That’s when the records starting pouring into the offices of scientists and archeologists alike. Over-looking the handwritten pages, they noticed all of the data pointed towards the same thing: an extremely powerful psychic force that seemed to be resonating from deep within an abandoned mine in the western half of the island. The scientists also mentioned pokemon that were normally very mellow and uncaring whether or not humans passed through have suddenly become rather violent, driving away everyone from a certain area west of the Rinaul Mountains. Anything beyond that…only a few trainers have managed to get through the bombardment of wild pokemon. They claimed to have traveled through the abandoned mines….only to find themselves right back at the entrance of the city after they reach a certain point in the top level of the mine. The white-coats talked among themselves about this for days on end before a conclusion was reached: If they were to investigate this power, then they had to find the source. And to find the source, they had to rely on those who bonded with pokemon the best. But to suddenly recruit trainers out of the blue like that? What if some of them tried to take whatever was hiding in the mountains for themselves?! That’s when an older scientist spoke up: What about a fossil excavation cover-up? Even if there wasn’t any fossils there, as long as the power force was obtained it didn’t matter how much those brats complained, right?
Day One
Well, today was the first day of the Mining Expedition! 8D It was great fun. I was put on Wagon One, which is, of course, by far the best since I was on it. Clearly. There were also some strange black boxes on it… they wouldn’t open, even when I tried to pick the locks. Damnit. Damn clever scientists, locking up stuff like that… Malice was supposed to show, but… err… she didn’t. That was disappointing. I hope Sepia’s alright; she didn’t look so good the last time I saw her and, frankly, neither did Mal. Still, hopefully they’re both alright.
I talked to a few other people on the wagon, mainly just two girls: Lamen and Nyght. They both seem pretty nice.
Before we had gotten very far, we were attacked by pidgeys and pidgeottos. This didn’t surprise me much. Honestly, I was almost expecting something to happen…
After the attack, we rested for the night.
Day Two
Several of us got up early to question the scientists, who were most recalcitrant. Heh. I love that word. It would make an awesome name for a rock- or steel- type pokémon. Will keep this in mind. Anyway, talked more to my wagonmates, and such. Nice people. I like them. :3
I found out that Kazuki and his umbreon, Ryou, are along on the trip. They brought back bad memories of Inhinx. Ryou… was the only other pokémon left in Inhinx besides Con… well, and the absol. Oh God, I hope this doesn’t lead to another Inhinx… that’s the main reason why I came along, to be honest. I just want to prevent that atrocity from ever happening again.
But… he was far less delighted to see our wagon attacked by houndours and houndooms. Apparently the local pack took offense to Con’s presence, perhaps mistaking him for a rival. The burned down our wagon. ._.;; There was no saving it. The black boxes, however, survived.
But, we managed to save the tauros and get to Motterossa safely.
Day Three
We left Motterossa today. Unfortunately, we left in a Flowery Pink Monstrosity cleverly disguised as a wagon. XP I think I just felt a tiny uterus start to grow inside. For the most part, I avoided riding and, instead, chose to talk to a new friend, Effie.
Sort of friend, anyway. She doesn’t seem to like me much. Ah well. That’ll change, I’m sure. :3 She seems like a good enough person. Today, the freakiest thing EVER happened. x_x;;
All the ground went wobbly and purple and WHOOOSH! We were teleported to an entirely different place! There was much panicking for the tauros, which I helped stop. There was also this really freaky laughter right as we were transported…
To the Howling Woods. Now that is right by Inhinx, making everyone even more on edge than usual. And then some girafarig burst out of the woods! D: They were caught fast enough, but they did some damage to the stuff. They managed to completely decimate Wagon Three.
After night fell, Lamen, Effie, and I went out to the forest, just for fun. We wanted to find some ghosts! But… err… Lamen and I kinda left Effie alone. For bait. It worked… I didn’t see anything, but something happened. Lamen has this sort of fascination with ghosts. Kinda freaky, but endearing at the same time. Anyway, Effie seems to have forgiven me for my part in the plot. <3 All is good!
Day Four
Something happened today with Effie, but I don’t know what. She just seems… bitchy all of a sudden. Avoiding me and everything… That’s too bad. I liked talking to her. But I guess she needs some space or something.
Three vulpixes came by today. No damage done to wagons. <3 Yay!
Day Five
Today was the worst day EVER. Early in the morning, Team Rocket came by and left everyone a little ‘gift’ in the form of a dart. Within minutes, everyone in the camp was either confused, asleep, or laughing hysterically. Poor Ryou was nearly killed by the laughter… I myself was left confused and disoriented.
And Team Rocket is here… I was wrong. This IS another Inhinx, another situation in which pokémon are being abused for the sake---SAKE---of a few select people… that’s just wrong. Still, the Rockets left behind a few clues: first of all, they abandoned three of the scientists. Secondly, they left behind the darts that they used. There were little R’s on them.
And that’s the problem with Team Rocket. They see things different than other people. Mostly, they just see pokémon and other people as things. And I should know.
I’ve been there.
There was no traveling today, so Team Rocket got a lovely head start, the bastards.
While everyone was confused and disoriented, we were attacked by some gastlies. They were caught, after a long battle and everything.
Day Six
I… err… lost it a little today. ._.;; Just a little. I threatened the scientists, trying to find out anything I could. It was wrong, I know, but I found out something useful. The crystals in this… this cavern are some sort of psychic-thingimabob. Alright, that sounded far more useful in my head than it does on paper.
A huge explosion spooked the tauros, but we managed to calm them down quickly enough. We found a lone Team Rocket member. He wasn’t very threatening, to be honest. That is, until he pulled out a laptop and somehow summoned three shuppets. Those poor shuppets… they were still wild, but being controlled. Like puppets. I’m sorry, I couldn’t think of any other way to describe it. It was just… wrong. Once all the shuppets were safely caught, there were further atrocities waiting for us.
We found the cavern opening, but everything was blocked off. It was… devastating. Especially when we found what caused the explosion… there were four electrodes buried in the muck. It was clear that Team Rocket had forced the poor things to explode and then left them to die in the mud. How anyone could do that… I helped Liam---he’s a healer I met some time ago, along with Ridley. I don’t think I’ve mentioned them yet---with them. I think I impressed him a little. Maybe one day I’ll become a Healer… I’d like that.
Anyway, I set Rylee to digging. Hopefully, by tomorrow, everything will be clear…
Day Seven
It wasn’t clear. It wasn’t clear at all. There was some sort of… of barrier on the cavern’s opening, keeping most of us trainers from going inside. And those of us who got in---I was among them---could only take one pokémon. I took Con. The poor houndoom was scared stiff, but he came along anyway, out of loyalty to me. Or, perhaps, morbid curiosity. Whatever it was, we stayed close by Kazuki most of the time. Being by Ryou helped Con and I think the umbreon was also comforted by his presence.
I’m told that there were some cranidos and rampardos around, but I didn’t see any.
What I saw was far more amazing…
Deep in the tunnels, the red lights got brighter and brighter. In one central cave, there it was. A huge giant red crystal with mew encased inside. I’ve never seen a sadder sight in my life… especially with the sound of jackhammers overpowering everything else. Team Rocket was trying to catch Mew.
I… I fought them. And I nearly lost myself. Only Con saved my, my dearest Con… We prevented another Inhinx and for that, I’m grateful.
The Mew is still with me. I’m not sure what I’ll do.
She says her name is Lucine…
Lucine…
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Posted: Fri Aug 08, 2008 8:05 pm
FerretPrinceMule
At this moment, Alastair wouldn’t have stopped for anything in the world. Stubbed toe or not, he would make those people pay for what they had done. Stealing money? Alright, he could understand that, even if he didn’t participate in the activity himself. Stealing money and stuff was just… things. There was always more money elsewhere, so why bother? But, there were some people who, with one simple action, would try and steal another’s humanity. Now that was sin, pure and simple, the worst thing anyone could do to anyone else. All sins came from that, Alastair had learned in his childhood. Admittedly, Team Rocket was trying to do this to pokémon and not people but… but… after Inhinx, Alastair really did wish he had his Faith-in-Humanity Pants. No matter what a pokémon could do to a person, it could never be worse than what people did to other people, often in the name of ‘sanctity’ or ‘what is right’.
Now this was what was right. The farmboy broke into a run, completely missing out on the fact that his toe was no longer in pain. There were more important things to worry about. Now the bright red light… that made him pause for a moment, wondering if the psychic crystals might adversely affect Conrí. The dark-fire type houndoom merely looked back at him, his pink-tinged eyes ablaze with anger at the desecration of this place. A thick ridge of fur stood up on the pale houndoom’s back and his lips were pulled back into a permanent snarl, with a howl beginning at the back of his throat. He was hoping that it would end up in someone else’s though. Alastair grinned and patted Con on the head.
“Well, my friend. It’s been one helluva ride. Let’s give ‘em hell, Con. For everyone, for all the lives they’ve ruined. For him… For you…” he drifted off, feeling like this might turn into one huge monologue if he wasn’t careful. Shaking his head, he continued to say just one more thing. “Con. This is for Inhinx.”
The pale houndoom grinned at that, and it was a grin. Admittedly, it was a decidedly predatory grin, showing off every single one of his sharp teeth, every single one longing to tear out a throat. As the two ran off down the bright tunnel, Con let out a howl, a rich and full sound. This was the sound of a houndoom hunting for his prey, the sound designed to creep down a listener’s spine and push a little button marked ‘primal terror’. This was fear, in a pure and undiluted form. It was a noise that made even the heartbeat of the world skip a beat.
Thump. Thump. Thump…
Any moment now, Alastair was half-certain that the Rockets would change form, taking on their new boss form of… SUPER MECHA ULTRA ROCKET! Now with vibrating action. He snickered at the thought, a soldier’s laugh. A wry dessicated sound, nothing more than a mere tic of the lips. It was the laughter of those who were left behind to guard the castle or whatever, those who were left behind to wait for help as the slow realization crept up on them, the realization that no one would come to help. Come nightfall, they would be lucky to survive. Still, he and Con would do their absolute best…
Neither Alastair nor Con were really fighters. How could they be? Sure, Alastair was made tough from years of working on the ranch, but he was still smaller than average. And Con… the pale houndoom had seen far too much viciousness in his life, too much pain, to really get into battle. Besides, his joints generally started to ache, although he now noticed that all the pain was gone. Pure adrenaline kept the pair going as they jumped into the fray, doing whatever damage they could with whatever weapon they could. As it turned out, sixty or so pounds of utterly pissed off houndoom is a marvelous weapon… but, so was a shovel that Alastair managed to find.
Thump…
It was not an elegant attack, to say the least. It wasn’t planned, designed, or even contrived. It was simply chaos, the exact kind that Con excelled in. The houndoom’s howl finally trailed off from his throat, but the noise wrapped around him, lifting up his---and Alastair’s--- spirits while striking fear into the hearts of those around them. It was also incredibly surprising for Team Rocket, who hadn’t been expecting this sort of attack at this point…
A few of them attempted to reach their dart guns, but Con got to them first. The pale houndoom snarled, lashing out with his horn, attempting to gore anything he could… but, then it dawned on him. Something was missing… he glanced over his shoulder, trying to figure out where Alastair had gone to.
Thump…
Alastair slid to a stop at the sight of the giant red crystal, wary at something so… unexpected. Would it hurt Con somehow? But… but there was something inside of it… a fossil? But, it was moving… and blinking…
Mew… But it couldn’t be! It just couldn’t! Mew didn’t actually exist! It was like… like any of the other legendaries! Purely legends! Alastair was still staring several seconds later when a fist connected squarely with his eye. Now that got him out of it.
It didn’t matter if Mew existed or not. He would fight to defend it, to his last breath. The Rocket who had punched him received a faceful of shovel in return. Alastair felt like he should have said something witty, but nothing came to mind. Right now, he was still too full of anger to come up with any good quips. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a huge flame. Clearly, Con was having fu…
“CON! Don’t kill them!” he cried out, suddenly realizing that his houndoom would indeed kill if he could. “The mew… it’s seen enough death… let’s not add any more… the system is waiting for them, Con. They tried to break it, but it’s waiting.” Oh damnit. He was going to monologue again, if he wasn’t careful. Cutting it short, he cried, “Non-fatal attacks only!” And then he jumped right back into the fight, trying to find the lead scientist.
Thump…
Con rolled his eyes, but obeyed his trainer. In the back of his brain, he knew it was the right choice. Alastair was better than these people, these humans who would kill without thinking about it. And Con was better to, and not about to lower himself to their level. But… that didn’t mean he wouldn’t cause them as much pain as houndoomly possible.
And houndooms were experts in that department… With a downright predatory glint in his pink eyes, he roared at a group of Rockets, once again sending shivers of fear down their spines. Judging by the smell, one or two of them had just done in their pants what their dear ol’ mum had spent a lot of time teaching them to do in the toilet. Perfect. With all of this rosy light, it wasn’t easy to fade into the shadows, but Con was good at such things.
Faint attack allowed him to seep into the shadows, neither here nor there, rather like a cat in a box. And while the Rockets were glancing nervously at each other, the white houndoom leapt at them from the shadows, aiming for their arms. They couldn’t do anything if he dislocated their arms, right? One of the Rockets paled at the ferocity of the attack and dropped his jackhammer. Rather stupid move, that. The machinery would have made Con stop for a moment, if only to consider the drawbacks of jumping right into one.
But now the Rocket was undefended… Con’s eyes narrowed and he stalked forward, his body held low to the ground. This was for everything. His snarls were quickly cut off by a yelp as some complete muffin threw a shovel at him. Who threw a shovel, honestly?! The pale houndoom rolled and then lay very still…
Thump.
“YOU!” Alastair pointed dramatically at the ‘head scientist’, who was now wearing a rather snazzy Rocket executive uniform. Huh. Clearly, one of the perks of being an executive was a better uniform. Quite an incentive, that. The trainer half expected rather dramatic colors to flash behind him just as he said the word, but, alas, the only color was still that blood-colored tinge, the very essence of dying stars.
Armed with a laptop, the lead executive gave an icy smile that never touched his eyes. “Oh dear… I can’t quite figure out which one you are, although I see you’ve recognized me. How very sad…” with superb typing speed, he tried to type a command into his computer, but found it smashed out of his grip by a well-aimed rock. “Such a barbarian…” he sighed. “Do we really have to resort to physical combat? You know, the Rockets could use someone like you… you’re very determined, but your ideals are in the wrong place. How do you know that we aren’t doing this for the good of everyone? If we didn’t release this mew, it would remain trapped forever. How sad would that be?” it was a carefully modulated tone, trying to be as unthreatening as possible.
And Alastair listened for a moment, half taken in by that siren song. And the uniform was pretty damn awesome. He shook his head abruptly and let out a snarl befitting Con. “You don’t have to fight… it would make beating the crap out of you all the easier…”
“Ah, but what about your houndoom? You’re surrounded, trainer… it would be much easier if you just gave up now… you can still switch to the right side, you know, the winning side…”
At the word ‘houndoom’ Alastair’s eyes widened. Just as nothing in the world could stop him from rushing down the tunnels, nothing could stop him from looking at the now motionless houndoom on the ground not too far away. No.
NO!
He tore his eyes away from Con, trying to hold back the tears. “I may lose… but this is the right side…” Wait, where was… the executive was gone! Alastair just had time to duck and lean away as the dart flew. Spinning around in a downright dramatic way, he realized that this had just been a ruse to get him to turn away from the executive. Well, that was cute. It wouldn’t work again though.
Con… please be alright…
Thump.
Coincidentally enough, the exact opposite was going on in the minds of the Rocket grunts now surrounding the fallen houndoom. Please don’t be alright… just stay down, there’s a good pup… One of them, certain that the houndoom was dead or at least fainted, bravely put out a hand to touch the pokemon’s broken horn.
Now that was a mistake. Con’s eyes snapped open once more and he bit down hard on the hand, using Toxic to inject poison into the wounds he now created. What a perfect ruse! The other grunts were, once again, taken by surprise as the white houndoom leapt into battle, uncaring of the pain in his ribs. Surely something was broken, but he’d had worse.
Besides, worse things would happen if he didn’t fight. Right now, he just had to keep them focused on him. Keep them away from Alastair… keep him safe… Con saw the light shine off the dart, but he couldn’t worry about that now. Worry about this first…
Captivate did the trick wonderfully, as he reminded the Rocket Grunts just what a truly awesome pokémon he was. Come on… a white houndoom? How rare was that! And he clearly was powerful… Swagger happened next, as Con gleefully jumped too and from the shadows, trying every trick in the book to keep the Grunts confused. See how THEY liked it!
Thump!
Alastair heard the cries of despair and his heart was lifted up. Con was alright. But these bastards… they had tried to hurt Con! Who cared about some mew when that precious houndoom was in danger? Con hadn’t wanted to come down here… he was terrified of places like this, but he came down here anyway. Now that was true bravery, just as Alastair had mentioned to Effie earlier. It wasn’t brave to confront something when you didn’t fear it. True bravery was mastery of that fear.
Speaking of true bravery, it appeared as though a good number of the Grunts were running away with fear. Con really was pretty damn scary when angry. Alastair smiled, the pale light flickering off of his own canine teeth. Truly, there were times when owners could resemble their pets… he was even stalker the executive in a downright predatory way, his eyes aflame with the love of the hunt. “Like I said… you don’t have to fight. But you sure as Hell won’t get out of a beating now. You hurt Con… and I hate it when people hurt my friends…”
“Friend?! It’s a pokémon! They don’t think like we do!” The executive cried, trying to find some sort of semblance of sense in the trainer’s mind. Damn trainers… they were just so emotional and irrational. He looked away from Alastair for a moment, trying to reload his dart gun. Stupid Leader… why couldn’t they have sprung for the lethal darts?! Then they wouldn’t be in this trouble now!
And that was the executive’s mistake. You never look away from an angry Alastair. They have the tendency to move fast when annoyed and Alastair had passed that milestone a while ago. He simply leapt at the other man, hands wrapping around his throat and bearing him to the ground. It wasn’t easy to strangle a man with your bare hands, but Alastair was going to make an attempt now. Hands grabbed at his own and there was a shock of pain in his hand, as the executive attempted to ram the dart right through Alastair’s palm.
Alastair simply tossed it away. As he did so, his hand came into contact with something more interesting… a shovel… all was red now as he lifted the shovel above the executive’s neck, intent on trying to kill this person before he could do anything else…
THUMP!
A hot warmth on his elbow distracted Alastair and he looked into Con’s pink eyes. The pale houndoom looked at his trainer imploringly, begging him not to do this… he was better than they were. He didn’t have to descend to their level. He shouldn’t. Not that the houndoom didn’t want to bite through as many necks as he could, but he stopped for Alastair’s sake.
Some of the anger washed away from Alastair at that look, that single glance of unconditional love. He looked back at the executive and smirked slightly. “See… now, Con here thinks that I’m a good person. But I don’t think that’s the right question here. The right question is this: am I a better person than you…?” The young man seemed to consider the question for a while before throwing the shovel away. Alright, so he wasn’t that horrible…
And then he promptly punched the executive in the face, saying, “I’m alright, I guess.”
Getting off of the unconscious executive, he looked back at the mew once more, suddenly remembering that it was here. It had seen everything, those wide blue eyes piercing through Alastair’s soul. It was psychic, he remembered. Could see… everything. Every little sin, every little prank… everything he had done. But there were good things too. Some anyway.
Alastair… he would not catch this pokémon. No one should own it. It was a free thing, freedom in a pure form. Like Con. He didn’t own Con, not really. While the pokémon seemed like a canine, he had a distinct feline independence. But they supported each other. Speaking of support… Alastair supported the pokémon now, realizing that all that fighting had taxed poor Con. “Shh… it’s alright, baby… I’m right here…” he whispered soothingly to his injured houndoom. It would be alright. Everything would be fine.
But, there was one thing to do first. Alastair felt for the ball at his belt, the one safari ball. He had to catch the mew and then… then release it in a far off place, where it could live its life happily.
Thump…
 POKEBALL GO!
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Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2008 7:14 pm
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