(( Hee~ just some little snippet I made. 8D; Crack ahead I guess? ))
One fine day in the land of Eclipse,
there existed a guild that had made lots of trips.
Many trips the guildies themselves made,
many plans had they laid.
For one day soon they had swore,
to save the world from a Pokemon who wanted a war.
This day however the guildies were at a temporary peace,
for no one knew when this good break would cease.
So the Pokemon chatted, played or slept,
some of them fought to be more adept,
other had planned to just laze away,
on this bright and sunny day.
Solaris the Espeon was one of the few,
who was looking quite worried and felt a little blue.
For while the guildies chat and played,
he was worried they would soon have to aid.
Solaris just sighed as he went back to his work,
while elsewhere in the guild a Smoochum did smirk.
This Pokemon had quite a fiendish plan,
spotting her victim she quickly ran.
Eros the Misdreavus was looking quite red,
as he talked to an Umbreon that others would like to wed.
Eros however just sighed in remorse,
as he had heard from a certain source,
“Aiden you know is a heart-breaker it's true,
just trust me on this as your perception is askew.”
Eros just frowned as he stared at his crush,
then when Aiden had noticed that Eros had a blush,
he rolled his eyes and started to walk away,
“You are way too young. Maybe some other day.”
Eros just blinked and nodded his head,
his constant blush a scarlet red.
Isis just watched this scene with a grin,
“Oh Eros. You can never win.”
Noticing the Umbreon was nowhere to be seen,
Isis' eyes they did start to gleam.
Taking out a plushie of an Umbreon that was made,
out of silk and a little suede,
she placed the toy on the ground,
and whistled to Eros who then turned around.
Not seeing Isis who was hidden away,
he noticed the plush toy that was on full display.
“That looks like Aiden. Why would this be here?
Did someone lose it? Oh my, oh dear.”
Looking around he found no one near,
he then floated to the toy and held it to him dear.
He'd just go to various guildies and ask,
“Is this toy yours?” Quite a tedious task.
Isis just laughed as she walked away,
happy for a bit at the trick she did play.
The foolish ghost would just make himself look like a fool,
all with a toy, an ingenious tool.
However her plan would sadly collapse,
as the guild bell rang out, with a perfect relapse.
The guild would just meet in a giant hall,
ready to go participate in the inevitable brawl.
The plushie itself still lay in a drawer,
in a messy state that most would abhor.
But duty will call with its siren song,
for this battle shall surely be quite long.
So this is all, yes this is the end,
until later on,
“Goodbye my friend!”
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