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 Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 12:48 pm
I'm Going For The~: Jolteon
Items used Were: Kettle, Switch, and Bird.
Word Count: 1510 words. (I know, it doesn't matter. ^^; )
(Well, yeah, the first part is the Jolteon's escape. I'm sorry if it's not vauge enough. >< I'll take parts out if that's not acceptable. ^^; )
The Jolteon let out a growl of dismay as the people cloaked in black came again to his holding room, only to watch them pick up another of his "brothers" or "sisters". They were hauled off in closed containments, proof-ed to be undamageable from the inside. Eventually, he was all alone in the simple, white-walled room of the Rocket Base's Laboratory holding cell. The glass door was sealed shut and there was nothing he could do to force it's movement, as it's control button was not powered at the moment. His fangs shone as electricity crackled between his bristling fur, a desperate snarl sounding from deep in his throat at the fact he was trapped.
About to rampage out of desperation, his eyes fell on a panel at the edge of the room, in an otherwise normal corner. There was a slight difference in this one; it didn't lay as flat to the wall as the others were. Quickly and quitely, the acidic-colored Jolteon made his way to the panels when the Scientists were busy loading their next helpless victim into their transport system. He took the panel's edge gently between his teeth and pulled it off. Inside was the control box, full of wires and anything else connected to the room's functions. That included the door.
The wires were so close, but there was a glass pane seperating the desperate electric-type from his escape. It was held in place by what looked like screws that needed a needle-pointed driver to open. He couldn't help but smirk as he realized he had just the thing for the job. He managed to seperate a needle-like hair from his spiny mane, and eased it into the screw. Sure enough, it came out without resistance, followed by all of it's companions. The glass wobbled a bit, and the electric dog barely caught it in time to stop it from shattering.
The wires now accessable to the pokemon, he took the bundle in his teeth, fraying several of them, and sent as much voltage as he could spare down their sockets. The results were generally that of a small explosion. Overcharged with the power, the overhead lights popped in dazzling sparks, and door's opening switch lit up so fiercely that he thought it too would explode. Letting out a howl of victory, he slammed the switch and the door was literally thrown open.
The Grunts were finally coming down the hallway to take him away too, and were now rushing as the alarms started to signal a pokemon's escape, but they never expected a Volt Tackle charging at them with the rush of a frenzied Jolteon that had the means of freedom in his sight.
Jenn was sitting in her room at the Trotting Turtwig Inn, checking through her bag and making sure she had everything packed up for when the caravan left again. She nodded, as she checked everything off in her head, and then realized she'd left something next to the sink. It was her kettle , the one she used to make hot cocoa and such. (Like she'd actually use it for tea? Pshh, no.) Rolling her eyes at her own mistake, she got up and was about to pick it up when a noise sounded from out of the ceiling. Looking up, her hand closed around the kitchenware and she received a mild, but still quite unexpected shock. She quickly pulled her hand back from the slight pain, as it raced up her arm and passed though her burned shoulder area.
She tried to find the source of the noise as she heard more sound coming from the floor above hers, almost directly above her. Then, in an almost epifany, she remembered she was on the top floor. And then what was in the ceiling hit her.
Literally.
The ceiling, through the faulty work of some builder or another, had left a weak section, which was also having to absorb a lot of electricity that was floating around in the air, and had the weight of something in the air vent over her head, on top of that. In short, the venting busted open, as it was the actual place where the vent opened into the room anyway, and out came a very panicking pokemon, who happened to have his fall broken by a very confused, black-haired girl.
The pokemon, a tangled mesh of acidic green and white, abruptly righted himself and jumped off of his unfortunate cushion, his fur crackling from the electricity it had been discharging into the air. Jenn managed to get into a somewhat upward position, grimacing as she had to put weight on her banaged shoulder, and trying to get some air back into her lungs. That was the one thing she really hadn't expected to happen this trip; A oddly-colored pokemon to come crashing through her air vent.
In any case, she found herself staring at the green pokemon for a moment, recognizing the fur type and which species it should have belonged too, but his coloration completely threw her off. He looked like a Jolteon, but...well, he was a bubbly green. The Jolteon gave her a look that seemed to amount as an eyebrow raise above his light blue eyes. In a flash, the Jolteon dove for her window, which she had left slightly open, and was out of the room. He then realized, as she had moments before, that they were on the top floor. "What, did he think that he was a bird or something?" Jenn asked herself with a panicked sigh, pulling on her bag and taking off down the flight of stairs.
She managed to excuse herself through people as fast as possible, and saw the Jolteon tremble as he stood, and shake out his fur, which at this point caused several of the hairs to be dislodged as green needles and go flying past bystanders. Then, still in a kind of woozy shock, the Jolteon began to make a break for the long grasses of the valley, with the would-be trainer he'd landed on in hot pursuit. He dove into the grass, and managed to blend in, in a rather convincing manner and was soon lost in the long grains. Jenn released Sir, and mounted the flaming horse. They entered the grass, and Jenn began looking for what she figured was a Shiny Jolteon that'd escaped the Rockets or something. (Really, why else would he have been in the air-vents?)
After some time, and some chasing of moving grasses, Jenn finally found the green Jolteon. He snarled at her, but they both realized he was in some kind of shock, and had probably dislocated a leg somewhere from his dive out into air out of the high window. He had collapsed out on the grass, tired from everything that had happened to him. He gave a sigh, and looked away, refusing to admit defeat.
Jenn sat in the grass next to him after dismounting Sir. She started petting his head, which she realized was kind of needle-like, but was starting to become soft as the Jolteon began to give in. Sir even laid down in the grass next to his rental trainer, eyes trained to the Jolteon to make sure he wouldn't hurt the girl. Jenn, deciding to push her luck, managed to lift the Jolteon and pull him into her lap partially, or at least managed to put his head there. The Jolteon attempted to growl, but it died in his throat and he finally gave up running away.
Jenn realized, some time later, that the Jolteon was asleep, his adventures catching up to him. She curled him up, and with some hefting, managed to lift the some-fifty pound electric-type into her arms as gently as she could. Her right arm was supporting his hind paws and lower half, while her left held his upper half, and his head rested on her left shoulder. She grimaced as her burn decided that it didn't like holding things like Jolteons, but ignored it's complaints. Sir simply trailed after her, ready to take the weight whenever she couldn't handle it anymore.
As she began carrying him back towards town, and more specifically the Pokecenter, the green Jolteon stirred a bit, looking around in vauge alarm. "It's okay." She began to coo, her left hand stroking his fur while still holding him up. "It's okay. You don't always have to be tough and strong. I'll take care of you. You don't have to act tough right now. Go back to sleep, you need your rest. I'll protect you." Listening to her murmur such comforting things, the Jolteon gave a sigh and let his head fall back her shoulder, and snuggled into her warm embrace, finally letting his tough outer appearance fade into that of a child who had been left forlorn, and was finally being rescued from his nightmares.
Jenn smiled gently as she stroked his soft green fur, murmuring kind things into his ear to lull him back to sleep. It seemed she had gotten more than just a burned scar out of this entire ordeal after all.
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 12:51 pm
I'm trying for Flareon! The word count is 529 words (eep sorry) and I used kettle, bra, bird, toilet, unicorn, and switch. XD
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“Who let this damn furry in here?!”
Lizzie snapped her eyes open, upset at losing more sleep. The shouting came from downstairs, it didn’t concern her. She could easily go back to bed. But she got up anyway and went to investigate. Why? Maybe the trip was making her crazy. Woohoo.
So that’s how she found herself in the Trotting Turtwig kitchen, wearing a sports bra and short shorts that constituted as her pajamas.
“Is it yours!? Please tell me it is!” The man huffed. Lizzie looked over at the stove, where a Flareon was gingerly pawing at a steaming kettle. She didn’t know what to say. If she told the truth, the man would kick it out without another word. And she kinda felt sorry for it, like how she felt sorry for most homeless Pokemon. But if she told the truth…
Before she could answer, the kettle fell off the stove and poured hot water over the Flareon. Lizzie wondered what it felt at that moment. The heat would rejuvenate the Pokemon due to its Flash Fire ability. But it was water after all…
Dazed and confused, the Flareon bolted right out of the kitchen and into the hallway. Shouting some sort of apology to the man, he gave her the bird as she ran out after it.
The chase ended in a small bathroom. The Flareon was sitting on a toilet, giving the human a coy grin. And it had reason to. In such close quarters, Lizzie couldn’t send out her Pokemon without the risk of breaking something.
“I guess I have to do this myself.” She muttered before lunging at the Flareon. Her fingers grasped a tuft of fur before it jumped away. Lizzie bonked her head on the toilet seat for her efforts. Before she could recover, the Flareon pranced around, taunting her, and then flicked off the light switch and closed the door behind it. Oh, and it broke the doorknob too, effectively trapping Lizzie inside.
Groaning from her new headache and from the fact that she was locked in, she quickly processed some possible escape methods. She could fix the doorknob. She could climb through the window. She could… Ah, what the heck. She had a rough week, why can’t she take the easy way out?
From a thrown Pokeball came a massive Lugia. Psywater easily knocked the door down, along with the walls and ceiling. Then he waddled over and belly flopped onto the surprised Flareon, effectively pinning it on the floor.
“What the hell are you doing?!” The man from the kitchen was read with anger and looked like a bloated sausage.
“Well, I could either catch the Flareon, or let it burn down your inn.” Lizzie snarked. She pulled an empty Pokeball out and aimed it at the writhing creature.
The man sputtered angrily, trying to find the right words to admonish the brash girl. “You… you… You better hope to find a unicorn and make a wish on it, because I’m not letting you out until you pay for the damages!”
“Unicorns don’t exist mister. So have fun keeping me and my Pokemon fed.”
“THAT’S NOT THE POINT!”
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 1:08 pm
Pokemon: Flareon
Words Used: Bird, Kettle, and Switch
Word Count: 504
The winds whipped the trees and clouds danced across the sky, the sun setting on another day in Motterossa. Kacen’s body ached, and his mind was a maelstrom of confused thoughts and memories. Everything had happened so quickly, and he was still piecing it together with a frustrating slowness. Exhaustion made his thought-process slow and difficult, and finally he decided he would be better able to analyze things in the morning. For now, he needed rest.
He pulled off his hoodie and put a kettle on the fire. He could hear the chattering noises of his Pokémon somewhere nearby, but they weren’t close enough for him to know what they were doing, perhaps terrorizing a bird or something. The sun shed its pink-orange light all around, and Kacen finally got to see what a peaceful day in Motterossa was like. It was absolutely breathtaking. As it was, he’d probably avoid this town like the plague for a while.
Something rustled in the shrubs near him, and he lifted his head just enough to see over his pink sneakers. The leaves moved and whatever was there was shadowed by the foliage, which concerned Kacen a little. What if it was a Rocket, hiding and preparing for a large finale? Or some other legendary out to get him? He shuddered a little and sat up straight, staring intently into the offending shrub.
Before his eyes appeared a tan Pokémon, it’s fur flowing like crackling flames in the breeze the stirred the clearing. It had a creamy mane with dark tips, and simple markings on its face, and it was beautiful.
Kacen gaped at the Pokémon, recognizing it immediately. This was a flareon, much like on he had seen on TV before, and it was just standing in front of him! An actual eeveelution was look at him with bright red eyes, as if expecting something. Slowly, Kacen reached into his bag and pulled out a granola bar, holding it out to the flareon.
“Hey there, good looking. What are you doing here?” He coaxed, waving the bar a little. The flareon jumped back a little at the dangerous food-item and glared at it fearfully. Kacen smiled reassuringly and waved it again. “It’s just food. Yummy, yummy.” He took a bite to emphasize his point and then held it out again. This time the flareon cautiously stepped forward and nibbled the bar, and after he determined it was indeed edible, he snatched it away and began breaking off chucks, barely chewing.
Kacen grinned and watched the flareon for a long time. He wanted to be careful, as this Pokémon had obviously been one of the Rockets’, and he didn’t want to force it into anything. It had been through enough un-pleasantries, and Kacen wasn’t going to make it’s life worse. Instead, he placed a pokeball in front of it and said “It’s up to you.” The flareon stared for what seemed like agonizing ages, and finally, bent down to push his nose to the switch, capturing itself.
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 2:25 pm
I'm trying for the Jolteon!
SE-1165 was grateful the drapes in the room were green. He wasn't entirely sure what he'd do with his new-found freedom, but blending in was probably a good plan for now.
When the opportunity to escape presented itself, he'd taken it without a second thought. Yet, now that he had his liberty, he had mixed feelings. The people in the black clothes had fed him. How would he get food now? True, he ate like a bird, but he'd get hungry eventually. And even if he found a way to get all his physical needs met (phft!), if he was no longer in service to the people in black clothes, what would he do with himself? SE-1165 was lost in this new world that was so much bigger than he'd imagined.
A door slid open. SE-1165 swiveled his ears- it sounded like it was the entrance to the room. Chatter from a human, and two more sets of footsteps. Clawed steps and soft ones. He ducked down behind the curtain.
The clawed feet came closer; he could now tell they belonged to a houndoom. It limped badly, and its sent was musky and hot. It stopped.
No no no no no no no, SE-1165 began to panic, Go away; please, please go away! But SE-1165 had been marked by Murphy's law, and the houndoom began to sniff the drapes.
SE-1165 hadn't meant to do what he did next. Honest. He was just very nervous, and he had never been particularly good at self-control.
The houndoom howled in rage when it got a face-full of pin missile, and SE-1165 bolted (no pun intended).
{Kiara, stop that thing!}
SE-1165 was knocked off his feet by a dark pulse and tumbled into something fluffy. He looked up
A startled human and a vaguely interested luxray stared back, and he could hear the houndoom limping toward him. He shook.
{Careful: it sprays needles,} the voice dripped with disdain.
{Who are you?} the luxray seemed much nicer. He could tell she was female.
{I-I'm es-SE-w-1165...} he should have been paying more attention to the human, but the luxray was rather distracting.
{You're going to be okay now, SE-1165,} Her voice was like velvet!
Something hit him hard on the back of the skull, and sucked him in.
Well... so much for freedom.
When SE-1165 was released from the ball, the first thing he did was run under the bed.
"Aww, c'mout," the human said, "Goin' be 'kay."
The kid seemed to have a speech problem, but her tone didn't seem threatening. He peaked his head out just far enough to look around.
A kettle was on the stove, probably lit by the houndoom. He couldn't tell if it was for tea or cooking instant food. The two other pokemon were lying beside said stove, and SE-1165 had to decide whether he would rather sit with the pretty luxray, or stay away from the houndoom glaring switch-blades at him. Ooh, dilemma...
He flinched when the human reached down to pet his head. Huh. That felt nice, actually. He began to relax a little bit.
{So,} the luxray looked at him, {What sort of name is SE-1165?}
{Oh, uh, it's what the people in black clothes called me. We were all assigned numbers. S for subject, E for electric, 1165... well, I dunno what that stands for.}
The houndoom spoke next, {People in black clothes?}
{He must mean the Rockets. Lauren told us they'd been experimenting on eevee and its evolutions.}
{Huh.}
SE-1165 took a few steps forward. {And, uh, what are your names?}
{Diablo,} the houndoom said.
{I'm Kiara,} said the luxray. She nodded toward her trainer, {That's Lauren. There's another member of our team, a rampardos named Caecilla, but she couldn't fit in the room outside her pokeball.}
Kiara... What a lovely name...
{M-may I sit with you guys?}
Diablo snorted. {Sure,} Kiara said, ignoring her teammate.
Screw freedom! SE-1165 thought as he got as close as he dared to the luscious luxray, This is gonna be the life o' Riley!
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 3:13 pm
Trying for: Espeon
Words used: Kettle, switch, bird
Word count: 500
Shina yawned widely as she forced herself out of bed. Why was she getting up before the sun? Even bird pokemon were still asleep! Oh yes, she wanted to get an early start to the day so she could have a nice long soak before everyone else woke. Reaching for the lamp beside the bed, Shina flicks the switch, only to hear a "szzz-pop!" of a bulb burning out. "Of course," Shina sighs, getting out of bed anyway. Two hours later she is packing her bags, getting ready to leave. As she checks her bags, Shina realizes she'd left her kettle at the clearing where the battle had taken place. Without it, there will be no hot water, so she sets out to retrieve it.
Reaching the clearing, Shina looks around. The battle has drastically altered the clearing, but her camp had been over by that stand of trees. She makes her way over to the abandoned campsite, choosing her footing carefully on the torn ground. "Essssss!" Shina freezes at the threatening hiss, looking around for the source. Blue eyes glare out from the underbrush, defiant and frightened. "Oh, an Espeon!" Shina realizes that this must be one of the escaped clones, and slowly lowers herself to the ground. It had escaped Team Rocket, and would have little reason to trust humans. With slow, careful movements, Shina reaches into her backpack and pulls out a bag of granola mix, then leans forward and spills some out on the ground in front of her.
"Hey," Shina murmurs soothingly. "I'm not gonna hurt you. I'm just going to sit here and talk to you, nothing scary at all. Does the granola look tasty? You can have it if you come out." Knowing this is a psychic pokemon, Shina carefully keeps herself calm, focusing on her desire to help, and sending feelings of affection and comfort as best she can.
Hours pass as Shina remains still, speaking quietly and projecting soothing thoughts. After the first hour the hissing subsides. Around noon the Espeon seems to relax, its ears coming forward and some of the fear fading from its eyes. Sometime after the shadows have begun to lengthen, the Espeon finally emerges.
"Coming out? That's good, I won't hurt you," Shina continues to murmur, even as she spots the way the Espeon is keeping the weight off of one back paw. "Oh, looks like someone didn't realize what a beautiful pokemon you are. Let me make it better." As the Espeon nibbles the granola, Shina once again slowly reaches into her backpack, pulling out a fresh water and her camp bowl. Setting the bowl down, Shina pours the revitalizing water into the bowl and pulls her hand back. With a suspicious glance, the Espeon leans forward to drink the healing water. The potion-like water does its job and the wound on the Espeon's leg heals. "Espeon." The pokemon looks up as Shina gently tosses a pokeball. "I promise I'll always take care of you."
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 4:01 pm
Going for: Espeon
Word Count: 534
Used: Kettle, switch and bird Exiting the busy pokecenter Alex released her Electrike, Blitz, from his pokeball. Her burned face cleaned and re-bandaged. She headed back to the inn, where the police were strangely absent. The opportunity to look inside the Rocket lab was too good to pass up. She waited until the receptionist turned to deal with some paperwork. Then the pair ran for the, now exposed, entrance to the Rocket base. She wasn’t sure what she was expecting, but what she found wasn’t that surprising. It was completely empty. Well, other than the racks of cages, and a plug in kettle. “It looks like what the Rocket’s didn’t take, the cops did.” She muttered to herself. Blitz sniffed around the cages. “Trike, Trike!” He barked to her, following the trail to what appeared to be a dead end. Upon hearing his bark, Alex followed Blitz to the dead end hallway. “What is it Blitz?” He whined and pawed at the wall. “Ele, Electrike.” “Hmm.” She pondered as she looked at the wall. “I wonder...” She looked at the hallway wall and saw a large scrape that just seemed to end suddenly. She pushed on the spot and was rewarded with the click of a switch, and the hallway slid aside to reveal a passage. She grinned. The passage eventually lead to a clearing in the forest. There were no tire tracks to follow. She picked up a broken, wire cage. “They probably evacuated the Eevee by air.” Suddenly angry at her failure to find anything, she threw the cage into the forest. Several birds called in surprise and flew away. Shoulders slumped in defeat Alex turned back to the inn, when she spotted something shiny at the edge of the clearing. Walking over to it she saw that it was a pokeball. Her heart raced, picking it up she pressed the button, and was rewarded with a red beam that materialized into an Espeon. < Esp-24, reporting for duty.> The Espeon stated, sitting at attention. Alex sat down in front of it. “I thought the Rockets were cloning Eevee’s for sale?” The Espeon nodded, < Eevee’s are for sale. Espeons for battle.> “Do you want to do something different?” The purple Espeon tilted it’s head in confusion. < I do not understand.> Alex smiled, “If you come with me, I’ll show you.” The Espeon looked up at the human, into the human, < You are similar to the caretaker...> The Espeon stood, < I wish to see this, freedom, he talked of.> She tilted her head. < But I do not wish to be in another ball.> She put out her hand, “I’m Alex. Do you have a name other than Esp-24?” The Espeon thought about it for a moment, than placed her paw on the humans hand, before leaping up onto her shoulder. < The caretaker called me Nishi.> Alex laughed as the Espeon leapt up onto her shoulder. “Nishi it is then.” She grinned, knowing that the name was merely, two-four in japanese. “Well then, let’s go.” They walked into the forest with light hearts.
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 4:27 pm
Trying for: Espeon
Words: Kettle, switch, bird
Word count: 567, sorry I didn't know how to make it any shorter. >.>
“Give me that,” the nurse said, in a almost nice way, as she snatch a kettle away from a young brunette. “I see that you have started to limp. You need to rest that injured leg. Plus we have enough people helping, so we don’t need you right now.” Before Kaskia could protest she was pushed out of the doors of the Poke-center. The nurse was about to go back in, when she look down at the trainer’s furret. “Make sure she rests that leg.” Eldur give his little cry in response, so the nurse can go back to work.
Kaskia let out a sigh. She wanted to help, but the nurse was right. She wouldn’t do any good, if she hurt any injured leg more. “To bad there isn’t a switch I can turn to make me fully healed,” the young woman said to herself. Noticing Eldur she saw that he had found a bench for her to sit down on. “Thanks,” she smiled.
Her head hanged off of the bench as she leaned back on it. She watched as the clouds, and bird pokemon went over her. Eldur was laying on Kaskia’s lap, as she lightly petted him. She wasn’t sure how much time went by, when she felt Eldur sit up and give a questioning,”Fur?”
Kaskia lifted her head up to see what had caught her furret’s attention. To her surprise, she saw a espeon trying to sneak by. “What are you doing here? Are you someone’s pokemon?” she asked the psychic pokemon. Kaskia couldn’t help but wonder why this pokemon was here, or if maybe this was one of the eevees that had been cloned. If it was one of the cloned eevees how did it escape Team Rocket.
As soon as the espeon realized the human had spotted her, she started growling. She was also wondering if she should run while she had the chance, but there was something about this human. The furret with her seemed quite happy. He was out of his pokeball and being petted. Could this be some kind of trick, or was it real.
Kaskia watched the Espeon, since it looked like she was about to dolt. “Hmm.. I want a berry?” she asked as she pulled out a oran berry from her pocket. She then lower herself to the down, even though it made her wince it pain. It took the Espeon a few moment before she slowly made her way to Kaskia, and took the berry. The berry was gone in just a few hungry gulps.
“Hungry huh?” she incurred. Then Kaskia thought of something. “Why don’t you join me and Eldur? We would love another teammate.” Eldur even gave a happy yip of agreement. Pulling out a pokeball, she held it out to the espeon, so she could decide.
The espeon quickly took a few steps back when the pokeball was pulled out. But she quickly realized that the human didn’t do anything more. After a minute of being frozen, the espeon started to turn around, but then stopped. She gave one more look at Kaskia and Eldur, before hitting the pokeball herself to be captured.
Kaskia looked at the pokeball, that now held a espeon. There was a huge grin on her face, as she let the espeon back out. “Now how about a nickname?”
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 4:35 pm
Hattia throws her pokeball at the VAPOREON in an attempt to catch it!
using the keywords "kettle", "switch", "bird", "toilet", "unicorn," and "bra".
The water was cold and calm, hardly a ripple to disturb its peaceful surface. Night had encroached upon the land quickly, hardly a sound to disrupt the peaceful night save for the lonely call of some type of bird, and the distant, shrill scream of a hot kettle. Hattia wished she had a cup of hot tea. It would calm her nerves; the cool water was enough to wash the dirt and sweat from the day away, but she still felt like an anxious wreck.
The young woman's dirty reddish-blond hair was slicked back, its unruly nature tamed by the water. It was quite the switch from its normal, spiky state. Hattie barely bothered to attempt to smooth it in the mornings, during her routine of getting dressed and ready for the day. She simply ran her fingers through it, shook it out a bit, and was ready to go. But with only a quick dip into the small pond in a heavy wooded clearing, Hattia's hair was smoothed down. The clearing had been stumbled upon rather accidentally. Hattia and her rental Ponyta had been on their way back, stumbling away from the site of the Rockets' attack, when they had found the pond. The water had looked so cool and inviting, Hattia found herself unable to resist its call.
The water seemed to hum with a vibrant excitement, like it was alive and had something to celebrate. The air seemed to crackle with some sort of electric charge. Hattia found herself quickly stripping out of her clothes- her pants, t-shirt, and bra were hastily tossed into a messy pile, leaving the young aspiring breeder to swim in only her panties.
She floated on her back, hazel eyes wide open and focused intently on the brightly twinkling stars far above in the night sky. Her lungs eagerly drank in the rich night air, gorging themselves on the abundance of serenity and calm. Hattia was at peace.
That changed quickly.
With little warning, other than the rental Ponyta's sudden snort as it danced on quick hooves away from the edge of the pond, a sudden spout of water rushed upwards from the exact center of the lake. Water gushed upwards like a geyser, and Hattia realized she was screaming. She nearly peed herself, tensing suddenly with the realization she wasn't anywhere near a toilet. She was in the middle of the woods, alone and very defenseless! The rental Ponyta had shrieked with alarm and thundered off, its pounding hooves still echoing back through the eerily silent forest, though they grew more and more faint.
Hattia would have passed out from sheer terror, if curiosity hadn't overwhelmed her. Although caught off guard and nearly suffering from a heart-attack, Hattia found herself savagely interested in just what in the heavens' name was causing such an event! Was it natural, or, as Hattia began to suspect, was there a Pokemon behind it? The breeder, with her vastly growing knowledge of pokemon, types, and abilities, began to list every water-type capable of such moves. Some were as rare as a legendary unicorn, while others were more common. Hattia found herself desperately wishing that whatever it was, it was peaceful.
She probably should have removed herself from the pond, but felt so calm and connected with the water that she stayed put. Eventually, the geyser fizzled out and began to subside. As the water spout shrank down more and more, Hattia began to get glimpses of what was causing it. "A pokemon!" She exclaimed in a hushed voice, loathe to scare it away. Large fins, a large mane, and a distinctly bright-blue coat confirmed her suspicions. "Vaporeon!" She exclaimed once again, unable to control the volume of her voice. "I wonder where you came from," she suspected that the Vaporeon was a product of the abhorrent actions and activities done by Team Rocket. Cloning and evolving Eevees for both sale and battling. She clicked her tongue in disapproval, and the Vaporeon hissed. "Oh, no, not you, not you," she hushed the creature and her hands stretched outwards, palms facing it.
"I don't think poorly of you, surely you must understand?" Hattia explained, with a swift kick of her legs in the deep water moving her closer to the Eeveelution. The Vaporeon moved back, but not as far as the breeder would have thought. "You don't distrust me?" Hattia pushed the Vaporeon's boundaries and paddled even closer. The Pokemon barely moved. Hattia was surprised to realize that the Vaporeon was also curious about her! Perhaps Team Rocket hadn't treated it as poorly as they could have; the Vaporeon seemed to retain minimal trust in humans. Hattia found herself with a craving to build that trust up and teach the Vaporeon about love and companionship.
"Not everyone is like Team Rocket," she told the Vaporeon, unsure of whether or not it understood her words. The Eeveelution hissed, baring its teeth at the mention of Team Rocket- but it still didn't move away. "Not everyone is bad," she insisted and paddled closer, closing the distance between the two. With her hands outstretched, she found her fingertips brushing against the Vaporeon's shoulder. It was surprisingly slick and smooth, not at all furry like she would have thought. The Vaporeon felt tense and ready to spring away with any sudden move, so Hattia left it alone and hesitated to push it further.
"We have all the time in the world. Come with me, and let me show you that some people are good, truly good in their heart. Let me teach you about being a friend," the aspiring breeder reached out to the Vaporeon in the only way she knew how, closing her eyes and letting her feelings surge through her. Overwhelming compassion and empathy rose up to swallow her whole. It seemed as though the Vaporeon felt similarly; Hattia felt a cold, wet nose touch the middle of her palm. With a smile on her face, Hattia began plotting out her- no, scratch that. Their next moves. Together.
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 4:58 pm
Let's have soem Flareon over hyer
A toilet, a unicorn, and a brassiere. After all of the hullabaloo of the previous several days, Corn thought she had earned herself a bit of a rest. And, oh, what a rest it was, once the shrapnel had been dug out of her calves! She'd hobbled outside to a shady spot on the grass, taken off her brassiere and had herself a good nap. Apparently that grass was hell of comfortable, too, because she slept for almost 28 hours. It wasn't like anyone had really missed her, either, though, since she snored preeetty loud. Noone wanted to wake her up after the way she'd gotten injured - she had been bludgeoning a Rocket or two into unconsciousness and had not noticed several explosions behind her until she tried to move onto the next Rocket.
And now, here she lay, with her bag as a pillow and Emily, the Eevee she had borrowed from her friend, by her side. As she woke from dreams of flying, fanged toilets at war with snappily dressed, cigar-smoking unicorns in the middle of the night (it having been evening when she fell asleep), she had difficulty believing she was actually awake; there were, after all, more bodies around her than she had gone to sleep with - or at least one more really hot one. Laying on her belly as she was, it was not hard to look to the side and see just what this warm body was -
"Flare?"
Not daring to believe it, Corn gently pet the Flareon resting beside her. What the hell? She mumbled gently, "Do you have a trainer already or somethin'?" The Flareon just kinda stared at her. It didn't look like it wanted to leave. It didn't resist when she put it in a Pokeball to become the first Pokemon of her very own.
"What'm I gonna call you?"[[A little lame! A little short! I kind of forgot!]]
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 4:59 pm
Trying for: The Flareon
Words: toilet, unicorn, and bra
Word count: (481)
Hunt. The unadorned red of rust and old blood flows through gilded green. The little blue shadow streaks alongside. Dinner-plate paws crumple the grass. Blades part across rough fur. Quiet thunder of footfalls. Unlabored breath passes over slick fangs. Pleasant anticipation at a new, vulpine musk. There! A russet ear flicks. Prey revealed, the thunder surges, a patter like rain follows. Ruby eyes widen. Pounce! A shriek. Silence.
Kohl scrunches her eyes at the sharp light of sunset. The unicorn monogramme on her makeshift sling gleams. Her head still aches, thoughts coming slowly as through filtering through cotton. Were is she? Somewhere, in the forest. She last remembers heading for the toilet in the inn to pilfer a full heal from the cabinet, but... Ah, yes. Her knife. Lost in the battle. She opened her eyes tentatively. There it was, in it's sheath. She sighed. She must have found it, then. She could rest.
Plop! A substantial, limp weight drops into her lap. Kohl jolts awake, movement setting her ears ringing again. Habitually, she yelps, "Taka, what did you kill this time?!!" but she gains focus slowly. The unfortunate creature, it's blond, dog-like. Fluffy, and It's alive, since it's heart flutters against her abdomen. She reaches out with her uninjured hand. It's also slimy. "Dammit, Taka..."
The arcanine called Taka glared sullenly at his small blue companion. "You said she'd like it."
"She will, sir! Just watch!" The electrike piped up with a pleased wiggle.
The lady hiker (who hears only animal noise) stares at the dogs. It's almost like the were plotting something. Weird. She prods the creature in her lap. It doesn't look damaged, though it's definitely soggy and bedraggled. Her pokemon probably played rough, but at least they didn't play "dinner". Brown and cream. Is this.. an eevee?
It's eyes snap open, wild. With a spat of ember, it snaps at the human hand. It retreats, good. It's growl is high and frightened, warning, dazed. A snarl intrudes, threatining dark deads. The red monster and it's heanchman tower over it Panic! Escape!!!
Kohl watches in mute surprise as the eevee - no, it's definitely a Flareon, so says her singed hand - tries to break for cover, and is efficiently recaptured and returned to her lap. Three times. The fire pokemon is shivering in exhaustion or rage, but now doesn't move. Not even when she places her hand on its heaving side. It only glares balefully at the smug Taka. "Well, looks like you-"
Her voice startles it. It whirls. Bites. The red beast moves. She bolts, up, over soft human skin, claws taking purchase from flesh and bra, coat and hair. She snarls, perched, from the humans head. Her adversary moves too quick, he takes her by the ruff, shakes.
Kohl snatches the flareon. It's eyes are swirls. Well, it's a new pokemon, one way or another. She looks. "It's a girl Flareon!"
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