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 Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 6:54 pm
Luna looked at the glowing path ahead of the group. It was like a chamber of GLOWYNESS. Of course, Luna suspected that there was probably some danger in there as well because all dangerous things were shiny (it attracted more people that way), she had to think very carefully of a plan of att-“CHIRPER! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” Luna yelled, watching as her only usuable pokemon flew ahead of her, attracted to the shiny crystals like a combee to honey. Giving a ‘screw it’ shrug, Luna followed her swablu into the tunnel ahead. She’d think of a plan later.
The swablu fluffed up in excitement as he landed on a particularly large crystal. “Bluu!” It was so…so…GLOWY. No other word could do it justice. The crystal was definitely a keeper. Chirper flew the crystal back to Luna, dropping it in her hands before flying deeper inside in hopes of even BIGGER crystals.
Meanwhile, the trainer stared dumbly at the crystal “Gah! Don’t toss your crystals at me!” She scolded her pokemon. Of course, Chirper couldn’t care less when there were shiny objects to loot. “AND DON’T FLY AHEAD EITHER! CHIIIIIIIIIIRPEEEEEEEER!” Luna stuffed the crystal in her bag, temporarily forgetting about it while she chased Chirper to the heart of the cave. She really should have brought ChuChu instead…Or Prince…Or even Albireo. Although Albireo would probably try chewing the crystals because he thought they were rock candy. The trainer groaned. No time to think about it now. She had to look at the positive side: at least she would get to the center of the problem, the action she loved, before the other trainers.
And then, Chirper spotted IT. IT was the LARGEST most SPARKLY, SHINY, GLOWY object he would probably ever see. Chirper almost stopped flying because he was entranced by the large crystal mew resided in. Luna was right behind the swablu, catching her breath as she got into the room. The first thing Luna noticed was drilling noises. Then the large crystal which Chirper was pulling her ear towards to signal that he wanted the shiny object and he wanted it now. Then she noticed the lack of drilling noises. They had noticed her, ALREADY? She didn’t even have time to stare at the crystal dumbly for five minutes like she usually would!
‘Yoooooou will ooooooooobeeeeeey meeeeeeeee. Geeeeeet meeeeeeeeeee thaaaaaaaat crystaaaaaal’ Chirper cooed in Luna’s ear while tugging it, but it came out as a bunch of “bluuuuuuuuuuu”s to Luna. he even added a few ear nibbles and hair tugs to make his trainer focus. “Sorry Chirper, I reaaaaaally have no clue what you’re talking about, no habla pokemon?” Luna apologized to her swablu quickly before she was surrounded by Rockets. She could make it up to her swablu later, for now she had to focus on avoiding her impeding doom.
“Crapcrapcrap.” This wasn’t good. She was outnumbered like…30 to 1. Did the rockets get back-up or something? Well, she needed to stall again, and Chirper had a perfect move to provide her the time to do so. “Chirper, mist attack!”
Chirper huffed, mad at his trainer for not paying attention to him. But maybe if he helped his trainer, his trainer would help him. That’s what team work was all about, right? The swablu’s eyes glowed as he covered the area chamber with mist, making plenty of the rockets look around in confusion. Luna used this chance to creep away from the rockets and navigate her way to the mew crystal. Maybe she could convince the mew to leave the crystal and flee with it? As much as she loved battles, she knew Chirper wasn’t a very willing battler. “Hey meeeeeeew…you know, if you get out of there, we could probably both escape. And then you can hide in my backpack! Wouldn’t that be much more comfortable than hiding in a rock? I promise I can keep you safer than in any rock too! And…I have shiny objects?” She said to the crystal, trying to bribe the pokemon inside to come out. She really wouldn't have minded kicking all of the rocket's butts, but Chirper was one of her defensive pokemon, not meant to sweep a pack of Rockets. Of course, Luna’s plan did not work at all. It even backfired on her because the rockets had overheard her voice.
“Over there!” A rocket cried out, pointing to the crystal and Luna’s shadowy figure next to it. All the rockets crowded around the area. And Chirper’s mist attack began to clear us, allowing the rockets to get a good view of the trainer. A few of them realized she was the one spying on the trailer as it headed to the cave.
“YOU’RE THAT PERSON WITH THAT PIDGEOT THAT SPIED ON US!”
“WHERE’S YOUR HIGH AND MIGHTY POKEMON NOW, HUH?”
Luna gave a nervous laugh. She really did wish she had Prince with her right now; Prince would have been much more helpful than Chirper who was probably trying to help the rockets so he could take the crystal after the mew was removed. Now Luna was defenseless with no way to fend off the rockets. Maybe something in her handy dandy backpack would help her? It couldn’t help to search…the rockets still didn’t know her exact location because she had darted to a location where the mist was still a bit thicker.
Oh. Nope. Plan backfired again. The large crystal she had stuffed in her backpack suddenly illuminated the room. She swore she would put Chirper through a training schedule from hell after this trip was over for causing her plans to screw up so many times. But she needed to think on the positive side again: at least the crystal was a good object to throw. “MOON PRISM POWER!” Luna shouted, throwing the crystal at the face of a rocket that was coming towards her. The rocket grunt fell over from the large crystal hitting his face. Luna had a terribly strong throw; she had developed great upper arm strength from being the juggling champion of Kanto after all. The trainer stepped over the fallen man to escape from the circle of Rockets she was surrounded by. Unfortunately, this led her to being backed into a wall.
“STAY BACK!” Luna warned to the rockets, reaching into the backpack. She had to have another sharp and pointy object somewhere in there, right? And the mist was fading too, the Rockets would be surrounding her again very soon. Come on pointy obje-Ooo, a sewing needle! “PIN NEEDLE ATTACK!” Luna threw the needle infront of herself randomly (the mist ruined her visibility), but this time, her aim was horrible and she ended up hitting air. The Rockets snickered at her failure.
“Give up now, you’re outnumbered!”
Luna shook her head, she would NEVER give up! The trainer dug through her backpack furiously once more. “Grah…I still have other stuff in here! EAT PLUSHIE BUTT!” The trainer pulled out a jumpluff plushie she was working on and tossed it at another rocket. The rocket snickered, expecting the plushie to be light and harmless. He was wrong. It was filled with rocks and hit him with a hard blow to the head.
“HA!” Luna said triumphantly, sticking out a tongue at the man before digging through her backpack again. “AND TAKE THIS RANDOM GOLF BALL! AND THESE SUNGLASSES! (…oh wait, these aren’t mine…oh well!) AND THIS ROTTEN APPLE! AND THIS BERRY! AND THESE ROCKS! AND THIS EMPTY POKEBALL! AND THIS CRUMBLED HOTEL BILL! AND MY EXTRA PAIR OF UNDERWEAR! AND THESE CLOTHES THAT YOU TORE UP! AND THIS OTHER BERRY! AND THIS POKETREAT! AND AND…” Luna huffed after throwing all the objects that she packed in her bag. Darn. Was she out already? Oh wait, she still had ONE more object left. “AND THIS BACKPACK!” She threw her last resort at another rocket, knocking him out along with some others. But there were still plenty left and the ones that were knocked out by items in her backpack were getting up again. Fortunately for Luna, with the mist cleared up and she realized most of the rockets were in one section of the room. And on the other side of the room was…Chirper? The bird pokemon had somehow taken control of the drill by pulling a lever with his beak and was now chasing some frightened rocket members to her side of the room. They were yelling “HOLY CRAP, THAT PIMP SWABLU IS TRYING TO RUN US OVER!”
Chirper gave a small “Bububu!” of amusement. That’s what they got for trying to steal his shiny object!
“CHIRPER, SAFEGUARD TO SPLIT THE ROOM IN HALF!” Luna ordered while jumping to the other side of the room that was unoccupied by rockets.
“Blubluu~” Chirper replied, flying off the drill and to Luna’s shoulder as they gathered on Mew’s side of the room. All the rockets seem to be hoarded to the tunnel that Luna had come from. The tunnel where the other trainers were. Then, Chirper used safeguard, safely trapping the rockets away from the mew and with the angry trainers. Afterwards, he gave Luna a good peck to the head for throwing away his items that he stashed in her backpack. Bad trainer, bad!
Luna batted away the swablu. She was tired enough already, she did not need her swablu to nag her. The trainer waited for her companions to beat up the rockets for her, they probably had plenty of anger left in them to do it five times over. All her anger had disappeared after she threw her objects at them. Luna fell on her butt on the cave floor and panted, totally exhausted. The trainer looked up to the giant crystal still in the center. Chirper was flying around it, trying to find some way to transport it to his hideout. Luna gave a week smile at the crystal and grabbed her backpack which had luckily bounced off the rocket’s head to her side of the cave. “Soo…Mew...my offer with the backpack still stands…it’s even empty now! All for you~” Luna chuckled to herself, but stopped immediately when Chirper pooped on her head.
“Bluu!” The pokemon said merrily. His trainer needed to be punished for not listening to him after all.
 POKEBALL GO!!
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 6:56 pm
Kira ran into the room, hearing the roaring and sounds of battling. Blinking, she saw a rather white-faced Adele as well as Luna and one other girl she hadn’t met holding shaking pokeballs. After a quick questioning, she found out that the pokemon that had been captured were none other than Cranidos and Adele had, unfortunately for the poor guy, gotten Rampardos. She smiled and gave the trainers a congrats, hoping that maybe Adele would let her look over his Rampardos later; it wasn’t every day that someone got to see a pokemon come back to life through fossils, and she really wanted to get a closer look at it.
Her musings were cut short when, up ahead, she could hear voices coming from one of the tunnels. Her heart lept a bit and she smiled; so, they’d finally been able to catch up with those damned Rockets. Before she could say anything, though, Fuyuki lept forward, running quickly through the tunnel, hell bent on causing pain to those low lifes. Like hell he’d let them get away with having shot not only himself, but Kira, with those tranquilizers. Kira quickly lost site of Fuyuki and she ran down the cave tunnel after him; the crystals lighting the way for her. They were, she noticed, getting stronger in brightness as she neared the end of the tunnel, and then, as the tunnel took a sharp curve, she could see a glowing pinkish-red light, as if there was some mega crystal giving off all the energy of the other crystals in the cave.
Running to the end of the tunnel, Kira nearly tripped over Fuyuki. Wondering what could have made the Legendary stop in his tracks, she looked around. Eyes widening, she saw a large crystal ahead in the even larger cave chamber. Inside was the most remarkable thing she’d ever seen; there was a Mew, curled up, sleeping. ‘So THAT’S what Team Rocket was after; there was a Mew in these crystals.’ Kira thought to herself, and then her face paled in color. If the Rockets were to get their hands on that Mew, the world would be in so much trouble. They wouldn’t care if they hurt that poor, innocent creature, just that they got what they wanted; power.
Fuyuki came to his senses first and snarled. “Suuuuune.” He growled out, then lept at the first Rocket he could find. The poor Grunt didn’t know what hit him until Fuyuki was on top of him, gnashing his jaws, his teeth glinting reddish in the light. Apparently the site was too much for the Grunt and he passed out, a pool of liquid forming under him; the man had wet himself. Fuyuki wasn’t satisfied and he lept off of the Grunt, attacking another, his fur bristled.
Kira grinned, seeing her beloved guardian in action, then she grabbed the nearest thing to her, a shovel, and let out a battle cry. “TEAM ROCKET SAY YOUR PRAYRS!” Oh, that got everyone’s attention, everyone that wasn’t staring and running from the extremely pissed off Suicune that was attacking anything that had an ‘R’ on it’s chest. The only Rocket not freaking out and running around like a chicken with it’s head cut off was the man with the cape who stood at a strange machine that was next to the crystal that held Mew.
He sneered when he saw the Suicune and it’s Red-headed brat, recognizing them instantly from the Wagons that they’d ridden on; he’d pretended to be a scientist to get the job on the inside. Grabbing two balls from his belt, he tossed the out. “Golem, Steelix, go! Teach this annoying brat a lesson that she won’t forget!”
Kira looked up, her face draining in color as she saw the large pokemon in front of her. “FUYUKI! Help!” She screamed out in terror as the Steelix dove at her. She lept, barely being missed by the steel pokemon. Keeping hold of her shovel, she smashed it into a Grunt’s head, sending the woman crumpling to the ground in an unconscious heap. She looked up just in time to see the Golem using Rock Throw at her. Her eyes widened as she realized there was no escape.
In a flash of blue and purple, Fuyuki was there, grabing the girl by her shirt and leaping off, bringing her out of reach from the attack. By this time, the other trainers had started to pour in and their pokemon were out, battling the grunts. “Fuyuki, keep Golem and Steelix busy, I’ll get that wanna-be tough guy and free Mew.”
Fuyuki nodded and Roared loudly. “SUICUUUUUUUUUNE!” The walls shook a bit and, as planned, all attention turned to the Legendary again. Snarling, Fuyuki began to approach the leader’s pokemon, his butt-ribbons swaying softly. Suddenly moving quickly, he dashed at them and aimed his first attack at the Golem, using a Hydro Pump attack. The water hit the rock pokemon and sent it hurling through the air, crashing into the wall and sliding down.
Steelix, however, took this opportunity to attack the Suicune with Thunder Fang. Fuyuki cried out in pain, then, blasted the Steelix with a point blank, Waterfall attack. His fur bristling and crackling with electricity, Fuyuki staggered, then aimed a Surf attack, planning to finish both pokemon off with one blow. The leader’s pokemon cried out as the water attack took the last of their conciousness, and both of them fainted.
Kira had smashed and bashed heads with her beloved shovel, making her own path up to the Rocket Leader. “You jerk! Don’t think that you’ll be getting away with hurting Mew!” She yelled out as she swung her shovel at the head of the Grunt next to him as hard as she could. From the corner of her eye, she could see that Fuyuki had taken considerable damage; she needed to end this quickly.
The Leader, however, just chuckled. “One push of this button, and Mew will belong to Team Rocket.” His finger seemed to go down in slow motion, and Kira, thinking fast, tossed her shovel to the side and tackled the man, pulling him to the ground with her and wrestling him. For such a sweet, innocent girl, it was amazing how dangerous she was when it involved saving another pokemon. Kicking, scratching, hitting, and biting him, Kira broke free and grabbed her shovel, smashing it into the machine.
“You IMBECILE!” The leader yelled at her, his eyes widening as things began sparking and miniature explosions began to happen. Scrambling to his feet, the Rockets began scrambling for the exits. Kira blinked, then sweatdropped as the entire cavern roof began to crumble and fall. One rather large chunk of the roof fell and smashed into the crystal holding Mew, shattering the crystal to pieces. The pinkish pokemon blinked drowsily, yawning, as it came out of it’s slumber, then floated into the air. It took in all the chaos around it and, without hesitation, used Teleport…. on everyone in there, trainers and Pokemon alike.
The last thing Kira remembered was the boulder from the rough crashing down on her, then a blinding pink and purple light. Closing her eyes tightly, she braced herself and waited for the pain… that never came. Opening her eyes, she looked around, realizing where they were. Mew had transported everyone outside of the cave entrance and was now floating around.
Fuyuki, seemingly feeling a little better from the electric attack he’d suffered from the Steelix, walked up to the floating Mew, then did something Kira had never seen him do before. Without hesitation, Fuyuki bowed his head in respect to the Mew. The Mew then decided to play in Fuyuki’s hair and buried itself deep into the purple locks, mewing happily. Kira watched them, then held up her pokeball, still unused. Closing her eyes, she whispered a small prayer, and tossed it lightly to the Mew.Pokeball Go!
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 8:49 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!
NOW! FERRET! Congrats to yous! You are the Winnar and the owner of the Legendary Mew! >O How do you feel NAO?! -holds out Microphone-
Okay guys! Last prompt! ;D Time to go home!))Home?! No more outdoors?! NO MORE POKEMON ATTACKS AND CRAMPED WAGON RIDES?! Actual plumbing and a roof over my head?! *~* -weeps- THANK YYYYYYYYOOOOOOOUUUUUUUU!
The Mew, watching the final effort by the trainers as they brought down the Rockets, broke free from it's prison and floated above their heads. It clapped like a small child and danced through the air happily, showing it's thanks to those who had rescued it by mental means.
Now it was time to head back...unfortunately, it's another cave-in! The Rockets, in a last ditch attempt to stop the group, had sealed them in the heart of the mines with a landslide equal to the one outside last night. Great! Now what?! Everyone is tired! Pokemon are tired! And the supplies are down the minimum! You just-what? Glowing?
Above your head, Mew is glowing with a soft, pink aura with it's paws held in a praying position as the same pink light surrounds the group and lifts them slightly into the air. Spreading it's arms wide and with blue eyes closed, the light becomes more and more intense and when it hits the blinding point....
"Hey! Hey! Are you okay?!" A hand starts shaking your shoulder lightly, pulling ya from a light slumber. Now awake, you see that you are back outside again with everyone else who had traveled into the mines. Mew is happily clinging to it's new human, mewling like a small kitten. (In this case, that's you! -points at Ferret-)
The police choppers from before was still there and officers were shoving the rockets (handcuffed and beaten! HAHAHAHAHAHA! Serves them right!) into the first one, the second is for the mining group. What's your reaction, now that the adventure is over? You wanna do more or are ya looking forward to sleeping under a roof tonight?
Either way, this brings about the end to the mining excavation. Maybe someday, we'll have a new adventure? Who knows?
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 8:51 pm
((x3! *squeezes Ferret* congrats!))
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 8:52 pm
[[ 8DD *spazzes* CONGRATS! ]]
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 8:54 pm
[[ OMFG GRATZ FERRET! -throws confetti plushies!-
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 8:54 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 8:54 pm
((yey ferret! *too tired to rp return home* Nyght just fell asleep in the back xD))
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 8:55 pm
((Congrats!))
Renekai was very tired, and so was Dreydonna. She was glad to get into the helicopter home; sleep was all Renekai's groggy brain could think of. At that moment, however, Bell bursted out of her pokeball, an angry look on her face. "It wasn't my faaaaauuulllt~!" Renekai said, suddenly afraid. Bell looked dangerous after being locked in her pokeball for so long! "Bell... C'mon... It was-- the barrier-- BELL, NO!" Renekai ran up and into the helicopter, sprinting for her life. Bell was throwing just about every attack she knew on her tired trainer. Dreydonna pulled up the rear, cackling at the renewed chaos.
And so... Everything would be back to normal? Not quite. Renekai had a new addition to her team, lots of new experience, new friends, and great memories. Plus, Bell had a new grudge. Oh dear, not another one.
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 8:56 pm
 Well, it was finally over. She was happy the mew had a trainer--now they could go home!
But first....
Riza flopped down in the grass. Sleep before anything.
[[ -Teh end of Riza RP-
XD ]]
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 8:57 pm
(( Grats Ferret! 8D Anyone wanna rp a party of some sort...tomorrow when everyone.'s...alive? ))
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 8:57 pm
 ((Congrats Ferret whee )) There indeed were some mysteries that would never be explained. Rubbing her eyes as the chopper blew wind and dust into her eyes, the idol felt a large smile on her lips. At last, she could go back to civilization! She could buy more snacks, buy some new tights, and LizDuck had decided she definitely needed to buy some pajamas of some sort. She'd never again sleep in her favorite dress like that again! Eagerly, she trotted over to the helicopter, ready for the ride back to town.
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 8:58 pm
((OMG YAY FERRET <333333))
The short trainer blinked and stumbled up, rubbing his eyes. He nearly toppled over at the sudden weight of an umbreon on his shoulders as the lithe creature jumped up onto him, but he managed to remain standing, and keep his dignity. He scratched the blind pokemon behind the ears, looking around for his unfortunately empty bag. Seems Ryou and Con had looted it to the max, again.
He blinked at hearing the mewling legendary and stared at it in awe. He couldn't believe it, still; it was real, really real. All the same, he was too exhausted to really be that shocked or disbelieving, and he couldn't stifle a rather loud yawn.
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 8:59 pm
Shikamaru Silyvant (( Grats Ferret! 8D Anyone wanna rp a party of some sort...tomorrow when everyone.'s...alive? )) ((No! Let's do it now while every one's really tired and loopy xD ))
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 8:59 pm
 Meeka climbed out of the cave, passing through the barrier; tired and disheveled. Ebba coaxed her own forward. This was the end though. Finally, she can sleep tonight and maybe head back to Johto for a bit to tell Esteev and Medley of her adventures. Stretching, his patted Ebba on the head. Heila came running up to her to make sure everything was alright. Apparently, she was. She was glad though. Glad to know that the Rockets were caught. Glad to know she obtained a new friend. Glad to know her friends were okay. Glad to know...that a certain Pokemon was in good hands. Everything felt grand no, no matter what was to occur.
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