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 Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 12:01 pm
(( *types feverishly* OMGOMGOMG... I was not expecting that... *wantwant* D: Mah favorite legendary! Sooooo cute!! And... This is like my only chance at a legendary.... It's only 4k, right? xD;; I don't have a million goldz to spare... In fact, I've never had a milllion gold in my life... xD;; But... WANT. *gimme hands* ..... OMG!! *typetype* ))
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 12:03 pm
 -Clang Clang BOOM-
What the hell? The sounds were getting louder as Kai neared her destination: the heart of the mines. She hid in the cover of the darkness the small tunnel provided, spying the rocket grunts trying to break the red gem of a barrier around the legendary pokémon, Mew.
Idiots, don’t they know they’ll never get through the barrier that way? Their stupidity never ceases to amaze me, it seems like anyone can just join the team these days. She looked down at her pokémon, Isamu, glad that she had chosen to take him along. We’ll give them a good show, buddy. Let’s go.
The old absol nodded in response to his trainer, carefully stalking the shadows along with her as they closed in on the center of the room.
Unfortunately, many of the other trainers that were allowed into the cave had arrived. There was nothing she could do, she had to out herself in some way… She stepped forward, the red light from the crystal giving her iron armor a red sheen. ”Amateurs, you think you have what it takes to break Mew free? Your man-made tools will give you no edge. Didn’t you listen during the rocket training seminars? She snickered, her devious grin hopefully giving off that menacing disposition she so cherished.”And just who do you think you are?” One grunt stepped aside from his duties, taking Kailana’s challenge on. She chuckled, ”Heh, you really don’t know who you’re messing with, do you?” Her right foot stomped forward as she growled, ”Step aside, losers. Let a pro show you how it’s done! Isamu, razor wind these fools outta our way!”
”ABSOL!” The male howled, the sound reverberating off the cave walls as he quickly contorted his body and sent a large gust towards each and every grunt to knock them all away from his owner’s prize.
”Now,” she stepped forward, licking her lips as she relished all the moaning and groaning coming from the injured rocket members, ”Let’s see what we can do about this here..” She bent down a bit to get a careful look at the pokémon inside the hardened surface. ”So, are you going to stay in there all day? You know, you’ve caused quite a fuss for such a small thing…But I guess that isn’t your fault, now is it?””Mew?” The pokémon tilted it’s head as it floated weightlessly inside the gem as if floating in water.Kailana let out a small sigh as she put her hand on her hip. ”You know, I’m not one for hurting pokémon per say, I bet you’re all stressed out since these guys barged into your home and tried to attack you.” Her normally angry disposition disappeared as she smiled at the pokémon, ”Well you’ve no need to fear now that you have me!” She held out her hand as a gesture of peace, hoping Mew would have second thoughts about people in general. ”I can’t help you if you don’t come out of there and I’m sure you don’t want to be cooped up in this stifled old cave till these guys leave, do you?”
She looked down at her absol, ”He’s a pretty good example of what potential I bring out in pokémon, if they give me the chance. Will you give me that chance, Mew?” Plucking a ball from her belt, she held the pokéball forward.
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 12:07 pm
Kitkit...could you please edit a pokeball into your post when you have time? ^^;
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 12:18 pm
Roserain ((one very last question. Can we roleplay Mew? Obviously not much, cant make it decide to be caught or anything xD But enough that it floats there? or fends off rockets itself? *curious* I'm just trying to feel out all limitations xD)) NO. Mew must still be in the crystal by the time you defeated the rockets
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 12:19 pm
Chromatically Metallic [[ Mk, question: is this a prompt RP or can we actually like...talk to other trainers and stuff and collaborate with them ect.? ]] No. /late
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 12:25 pm
FireFoxNinetails Roserain ((one very last question. Can we roleplay Mew? Obviously not much, cant make it decide to be caught or anything xD But enough that it floats there? or fends off rockets itself? *curious* I'm just trying to feel out all limitations xD)) NO. Mew must still be in the crystal by the time you defeated the rockets (( Can Mew come out at the end and show its thanks, etc.? :'D ))
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 12:38 pm
10 PM is in 6 hours, right?
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 12:39 pm
Chromatically Metallic 10 PM is in 6 hours, right? ((About that long, yes. :3 ))
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 12:47 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 12:52 pm
Renekai FireFoxNinetails Roserain ((one very last question. Can we roleplay Mew? Obviously not much, cant make it decide to be caught or anything xD But enough that it floats there? or fends off rockets itself? *curious* I'm just trying to feel out all limitations xD)) NO. Mew must still be in the crystal by the time you defeated the rockets (( Can Mew come out at the end and show its thanks, etc.? :'D )) You CANNOT RP THE MEW plzkthx <3
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 12:52 pm
Renekai (( Can Mew come out at the end and show its thanks, etc.? :'D )) ((totally also wondering this XD EDIT: Damn, now I have to think up another ending lawl))
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 12:56 pm
 Reaching the very center, being the direct middle of where of veins and arteries had connected; the heart of the mines, Meeka wandered. This area seemed to be more wondrous and amazing than the tunnels combined. Crystals sparkled everywhere with enough energy to almost represent the star sun itself. Meeka opened her mouth in awe...It was beautiful! Think of all the jewelery she could make from the remnants of such crystals. "Ebba, don't you think these would make good earrings?" she said as she pointed to some small edged red crystals. "Or this as a pendant!?" she added pointing to one just below her deer's hooves. "Medley would love these as a bracelet!" she echoed as her eyes sparkled at one uptop. Ebba just held a blank expression. Really now. She might be in danger and the only thing she was doing was ravishing on and on red crystals growing in a cave?
As her and Ebba wandered more deepily into the Venca Ceva of the mines...She and her partner felt light. Almost as she had been renewed, reborn even. The knicks and scratches that she obtained while traveling through the mind vanished. The dried rivers she had cried from the darkness lifted and evaporated. The feeling was definitely odd. Plus, how did it occur? Ebba trotted next to her. He was weary. Not only from their sudden healing. But, what was to come next?
Suddenly, a large disgusting sound of a drill was heard. Meeka held her stance. "What the hell was that!?" she cursed aloud as she came close to jabbing her knee upon one of the crystals. But that was not even the worse that followed with it. Voices. They were heard also. And these were definitely not the fond whispers of her friends. They were of the enemy. They were of the Rockets. Meeka jittered. What unfortunate luck! And all she had was Ebba! She held her stance once more as the roaring sounds of crushing crystal and stone struck into the air. They were close. Really close. Meeka ran forward. Now she was in the dead center. The dot on the map. There Meeka stood in the direct middle of the cave. The large crystal that stood in the middle was beautiful. But Meeka had no time to become starstruck. The Rockets were up to something and Meeka was suspicious of it. After waiting silently hidden behind some sets of crystals, dynamite caused a large explosion to the middle crystal. Smoke filled the air as light flakes of crystal exploded into the atmosphere of the cave. Meeka held her breathe from the smoke as she eyed something moving insde the large red structure. It was something, but the smoke hid it so well Meeka couldn't see it.
Not being able to take it anymore, Meeka coughed. Unfortunately though, this caused her to reveal her hiding spot and be spot by one of the grunts. The Grunt glared at her before reciting, "Get the twirp!" Meeka gasped, but Ebba came to her rescue. He headbutted the grunt into another. Two done. About three dozen to go. Meeka glared as she saw some of them going after the same silhouette she had spotted before in the crystal. Whatever it was, the Rockets wanted it. And when the Rockets wanted something, it was never grand. "Ebba, hold them back!" she called to her Stantler as she turned to the long tailed flying mystery. Some grunts were fighting over the same flying object. But cursed as the creature seemed to always be messing with their scheme. Finally, the creature chased off more around inside the crystal trapped. Meeka fell to the floor, amazing avoiding some crystals. As she rubbed her side, her eyes widened. Was she dreaming or had the Rockets already knocked her out? The reason being...the legendary Pokemon Mew was in her sight.
Meeka just stared, but the creature giggled lightly as it teased a grunt from the inside. Meeka didn't know what to say. But this is what the Grunts were after! One of the most Powerful Pokemon to roam the lands of Kanta, Johto, Hoenn, Sinnoh, and now Zatao! The creature began to giggle again as it floated staring at Meeka. She had nothing to say, but she turned to Ebba. He was still fighting....but the number of grunts had grown. Meeka terrored on the inside before turning to Mew. It began to float around in the crystal again staring out at the fighting Stantler. She had to save Mew! But how? There was only one way. And the pink creature seemed like it would cooperate. Setting a Pokeball down on the floor. Meeka sighed as she spoke. "Mew." she said simply as she caught the Pokemon's attention from inside the crystal. "You are in trouble. Deep trouble. And the only you can be saved is to take refuge inside this here Pokeball. So please, get inside and avoid getting hurt?" Mew just stared down and sniffed at the sphere outside the crystal. Using its tail, Mew tried to pick up the sphere to play with; but the walls of the crystal got in the way. Meeka frowned as she snatched it back. "Please Mew!" she said as she sighed. She paused as she eyed Ebba, he seemed to be on his last leg. "Get inside!" She threw the ball at the pink creature but it only hit against back forcing it to her forehead. This time she steamed. "No more playing persistent!" she firmed in her voice. Mew's life was in danger and all it cared about was games?! Meeka wouldn't accept this! As grunts rushed after her, Meeka had to fight them off first. Not much of a fighter, Meeka just punched and kicked grunts that swarmed around her. Ebba took care of the rest that enveloped the crystal. As the last grunt feel towards the floor. Meeka sighed. They were...finally taken cared off. Walking back up to the crystal, Meeka smiled. "Everything is okay now." she said softly. Mew continued to bob within the crystal, seeming to be clueless as to what happened. Meeka giggled. "You seem to be lost." she said. "But I can show you the way. Join me?" she offered. "And maybe the world would be a little more clear."
POKEBALL GO!! [[ |D *rechecks over to make sure everything is good ]]
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 1:01 pm
 Everything that happened between the battle and heading down the tunnel seemed like a blur to LizDuck. She remembered the hum of voices, and the somewhat excited cries of joy that came from trainers who caught the fossil pokemon, but nothing really specific.
All she knew was she was now there where the Rockets were working on destroying some sort of red crystal. The trainer bit her lip as she recalled how dangerous a group they were in the Kanto region. It was the Rockets that brought shame to her hometown, Celadon, a few years back with their "Casino" base. Even though she had been quite young, she still had not forgiven Team Rocket for what they had done. They were not allowed to get away with this.
Where some trainers might have gone into battle head-strong and fists up ready to fight, LizDuck was just recovering from a really tough battle. And Foamy wasn't in the best condition at the moment. Deciding to regroup a bit, she quietly hid off behind a large boulder, hoping that she wasn't spotted by any Rocket Grunts. It was fortunate for her, she was far enough away from where the henchmen were working, that she was not seen. And, she could still see what they were doing.
The first order of business was to give Foamy some medicine so he could be at 100% strength. This would be a tough match for any Pokemon, so she needed to even up the score a bit. Pulling out a super potion, she sprayed it on some of the pokemon's scratches. As she did such, she began to whisper ever so lightly. It was so quiet, that she couldn't even hear the words, but she figured that her pokemon had sensitive enough ears to listen in. The Pachirisu stood there, ears perked and he seemed to be intently listening.
"Foamy, I think the best way to work with this is to split up. I think a diversion is needed, which I think I would be best suited for. And while I distract them, I need you to short-circuit their equipment with your electricity."
Her whispers were interrupted by an explosion. Not realizing there was dynamite at first, she was quite shocked and her face jerked to face the giant red crystal. The light and fire from the explosives made it much easier to see what was inside the crystal. The form looked familiar to her, but her mind told her that it couldn't be possible. Rubbing her eyes to make sure they were working correctly, she looked at the crystal a second time. She dared not utter what she wanted to, but her mind clearly asked herself Is that a Mew?
Foamy also looked at the giant red crystal, but his mind wasn't on the Pokemon inside of it. Oh no! His mind was focused on the BEST OF ALL SHINY OBJECTS!!! If he could get his paws on that shiny and sparkly object, he'd never EVER be mean to his trainer EVER again!!!
Blinking a bit, she snapped herself out of her own daze and double checked that nobody had spotted them. Once convinced they were safe, she once more resumed her invisible whispers: "I didn't realize they had explosives. Hmmm... I think we'll still go with that plan, and then once all the equipment is gone, you can sneak in and attack the Rockets."
It was then that she noticed she was trembling. Frowning a bit, she began to look around in her bag for something to calm herself too. Maybe some food would help, but her beloved Lava cookies would not be a risk she was willing to crunch. So instead, she pulled out her Big Mushrooms and began to nibble on them. Her heart was racing, and she was hardly paying attention to Foamy at the moment. She was too fixated on her own emotions, as every teenager is prone to be.
Had Foamy not realized how urgent this would be, he would have immediately frolicked to the beautiful shiny object and started to cuddle it. Instead, he kept himself amused by adoring it from a distance. Another explosion went off, and he noticed something he hadn't before. Those people were destroying HIS beautiful and shiny object. And they hadn't even asked for permission to do such! Narrowing his eyes, he seemed to silently swear to bring those people to justice for ruining his prized item! Wanting to get started now, now, NOW, he went and poked his trainer with a paw and gave her the most adorable look he could.
LizDuck had just finished her mushroom, and was feeling a little bit more confident. Yet, being an idol, she was familiar with hiding how she was feeling just to please the audience. She would have to call upon such once again. Reaching into her bag and pulling out her microphone-and-speaker-in-one, which was adorably designed to look like a pokeball, she nodded her head at the electric pokemon. She mouthed to him the words "Good luck," but dared not to speak.
Being the small pokemon he was, Foamy was able to run off quickly and go relatively unnoticed. Only once she was certain he was out of the way did she come out from behind the boulder. She had a wonderfully fake smile plastered on her face. In her most enthusiastic voice she could muster, she greeted the disgusting Rockets with a "HELLO EVERYBODY!!!" Her voice echoed off the cave walls thanks to her microphone/speaker.
Fortunately, she had caught the Rockets inbetween blasts, so her voice was somewhat audible to the ones working with picks and axes. Those Rocket Grunts stopped their work and tried to get the attention of their comrades. Many of them stared at her with confused looks on their faces. Eventually, all of the Rockets had stopped working and were staring at her. Questions of "Who is that?", "What is she doing here?", and "How did a kid get down here?" began to echo through the cave. It was pretty intimidating to say the least.
Yet LizDuck swallowed her fear at least three times before continuing in the same pleasant and beautiful voice. "My name is LizDuck and I am glad everyone is here! Your boss wanted to realize your hard work and asked me to give you a personal concert!"
At first, there was an awkward silence. Then eventually, a handful of the grunts seemed to realize who she was. "Aren't you that idol from Celadon?" "Oh yeah, she's a really good singer!" and the infamous "I am going to get her autograph!" Apparently those Rockets had come from Kanto, and LizDuck made a mental note in regards to such. They'd be the first for Foamy to attack once he had done his job.
However, the Rocket admins were still some who were not convinced: "Why should we believe you?"
"Why else would I be here?" she replied on the microphone for all to hear. She had remained relatively out of sight during much of the journey, and now she was quite glad for such. And several of the Rockets seemed to agree that this was an extremely valid point. She didn't even look like a trainer, she looked more like an overly dressed up doll. Hoping to distract them further, she requested "I'd like everyone to come on over and then we can get this celebration started!"
Foamy watched from a rock near the big shiny object. The elesquirrel's eyes followed the Rockets as they began to migrate over to his trainer, the idol. All seemed to be going according to plan. Once he was certain everything was clear for him, he began to skitter up to the first piece of equipment. Then he'd wait a bit again to make certain he was okay to get started.
Once she had the group in front of her, she began to entertain the lowly group. She couldn't help but think of how disgusting this group was. "I'd like to start things off with the first song I ever came out with. I hope that you enjoy it!" She closed her eyes and once more swallowed her fears another two times before she began to sing. She would have to sing acapella since she had no fancy music equipment, but she sang as loud and well as she could.
The Pachirisu took this as a signal to get to work. Latching onto the first drill, his cheeks crackled with electricity and he used Thundershock on the equipment. Thanks to his trainers singing echoing off the cave walls, the sound of his electricity was masked quite well. He got through about a third of the equipment alone by the time the idol had finished her first song. Once she stopped providing a mask of song, he paused and hid underneath another drill and waited for another opportunity.
LizDuck's music was an acquired taste for some, but all the Rockets were nice enough to cheer for her. Afterall, their boss did hire her to entertain them. They deserved a break!
"Thank you, thank you!!" LizDuck called out, blowing some kisses to the audience. "My next song is a recent song I've been working on, and you are all going to be the first to hear it! How does that sound?!"
The Grunts cheered again! Taking this as a sign to start, she once more sang as loud and beautifully as she could, trying to appeal as much as she could to the audience. She danced a bit too to give the Grunts something to look at. As she distracted, the Pachirisu managed to make his rounds again, easily ruining many pieces of equipment. IT WAS ALL FOR THE SHINY!!!
This time, he was able to double his efforts and he finished with all the remaining drills, with time to spare. Standing on top of a drill closest to LizDuck, he signaled that he was finished by standing on his hind legs and waving his forepaws around.
Smiling as she concluded her song, she nodded her head. This time, she got even more of a reaction from the Rocket-audience, and some hoots and hollers too.
"Thank you everyone! You are too kind!" she responded as "sincerely" as she could. She even faked a blush. "My final song, I think you'll like. And it goes by the name of Thunder."
Foamy was no fool. He was quite cunning and knew that was his signal to attack.
"PACHI... RISU!!!" the elesquirrel called out before jumping up into the air and letting out a humongous Thunder attack on the group that was the audience. These Grunts were nothing like the Rock pokemon from the other portion of the cave, so with one big shock that even hit LizDuck enough to break her microphone, the group of Rocket low-lifes collapsed.
It was unfortunate for Foamy as well, because his attack even hit a bunch of the dynamite and explosives that were near the big red crystal. That surge of electricity was all it needed to set it off. With an explosion at least 10 times more lethal than the ones they had witnessed just a bit earlier, Foamy was blown away in a random direction and was once more thrown up against a wall. LizDuck wasn't immune to the blast and was also thrown up against the boulder she and her Pokemon had hid behind earlier.
Once the dust cleared, all that remained of the large red crystal was red crystal pebbles. And what had been inside of the crystal seemed to have vanished. Foamy looked from where he had landed and began to cry. His sparkle, shiny, BEAUTIFUL thing was now ruined! And with all the pieces it was in, it didn't look like something that could be fixed.
Sore and now a bit groggy from the impact, LizDuck rubbed her eyes and looked. Whether it had been her imagination or not, she wouldn't know for a while, but if there really had been a Mew, it would remain a mystery where it had gone to.POKEBALL GO!!
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 1:16 pm
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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