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 Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 1:10 pm
A mountain where a star fell. It now holds a mysterious power and is said to be home to Clefairy.   To Route 3  To Route 4
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2011 12:27 pm
 Dogwood reached the entrance to Mt. Moon without incident. He hadn't encountered anymore Pokemon on the way, and had not seen the strange Pokemon from before again. But it was definitely heading this way, so perhaps he'd see it again in the cave. A Pokemon Center stood at the base of the mountain, half dug in to the cliff. He considered taking a break inside, but if he sat down in that cool building, he'd probably fall to sleep. He'd be better off just hiking through the cave now and sleeping when he got to Cerulean. Ideally, he would have the entire day to take in the sights before claiming another gym badge. The entrance to the cave seemed surprisingly inviting. It was lit up by two torches on each side, with a simple wooden sign next to it, depicting a Clefairy and the words "Mt. Moon!" Not at all like Granite Cave, which resided on the outskirts of Dewford. Granite Cave was deep, dark, and seemed to go on forever. The inside was also lit up by the odd torch along the wall. Dogwood only heard the sound of his own footsteps as he followed the obvious route to the other side. If anything else was nearby, he'd probably hear them. He rounded the bend... and faced a towering brick wall. It completely covered the corridor from one end to the other. The wall was made of bright red bricks and mortar. It was otherwise completely featureless, besides a small wooden door, just big enough for Dogwood to fit through. Continue below.
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2011 12:45 pm
 Dogwood threw open the door. A whimsical gust of air blew out, followed by the sound of chimes. On the other side of the door was a mighty chasm, with no end in sight. It was just complete darkness below. Above him however, were stars. Hundreds of stars, gleaming off in the distance. The constellations formed the shapes of different Pokemon. One looked like a Lombre, and another looked like a Scraggy. They were his Pokemon, Charon and Atlas. The stars whirled around and formed the shape of a Heracross. Hercules was here too, after all. The constellations waved at him, and bade him to go to them. Without a second thought, Dogwood leaped out into the chasm. He flew across the night sky, and hovered closer and closer to his Pokemon. "Giraaaaaa," the chasm cried. Dogwood looked down. The Pokemon from before was hovering in the chasm, smiling at him. It was massive, and filled up the entire space below him. The effect was especially disturbing, as all Dogwood could see were it's eyes and it's mouth. The rest was complete darkness. It grew larger, and opened it's mouth. "Giraaaaaaa," it cried again. Suddenly Dogwood's head started pounding. What was happening to him? Where was he?! Was this some kind of dream? Continue below.
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2011 1:49 pm
 Dogwood found himself lying face-down in the dirt of the cave. He quickly reached around to his back, then let out a sigh of relief. The egg was still intact. How fortunate that he had landed on his stomach. If he'd collapsed backwards... Dogwood lifted himself to his knees, and heard a cry from directly behind him, "Giraaaaa-" followed by a scuffle of rocks. He whirled around to see the Pokemon from before, strafing left and right. The light in here allowed him to see the Pokemon in it's entirety. What he thought was the head from before was actually the tail. Or maybe it would be more accurate to say it was just a second, smaller head. The other half of the Pokemon that had been obscured by light outside was yellow, with black spots. A long neck revealed the back of the Pokemon's real head, which was yellow and white, with a pink mane of spikes running down the length of the neck. Dogwood started to use his Pokedex again, but was stunned when the Pokemon suddenly collapsed onto the floor. Dogwood jolted up to his feet. The real foe was obvious now. A Hypno was standing ahead of him, staring down at the fainted Pokemon, swinging it's pendulum. " Hypno; the Hypnosis Pokemon. Hypno are known for feasting on the dreams of people it puts to sleep. It's pendulum can induce sleep in three seconds, even on someone who just woke up," the Pokedex blurted out. "Great," Dogwood shouted, "Now it works!" "Hypnoooo," it sighed, turning his attention to Dogwood. Dogwood instinctively shut his eyes closed. If he didn't make eye contact with the Pokemon, he couldn't be hypnotized. He felt around in his sash and pulled out a Pokeball. "Go," he shouted, not knowing which of his three Pokemon would appear. He was met with "Hera-CROSS," as a reply. Excellent! Hercules would be able to finish this fight easily. Dogwood decided he could safely open his eyes now. After all, Hypno would have to focus on Hercules for the battle. "Hercules, use Megahorn," he ordered. Hercules dashed forward, thrusting his horn just below Hypno's torso, then flinging it across the cavern. Hypno flew through the air, clutching it's pendulum to it's chest, and crashed into the floor. Hercules dived after it, hoping to finish it off, but stopped in it's tracks. Continue below.
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2011 2:17 pm
Hercules collapsed where he stood, followed immediately by the Hypno standing up. Hypno managed to hypnotize Hercules before he was finished off, and now nothing stood between him and Dogwood. The Hypno started inching his way toward Dogwood, pendulum swiniging, and Dogwood could feel the effects coming over him. "Giraaaaa-FARIG!" The other Pokemon headbutted Hypno from the side, catching it off-guard. Dogwood came out his trance, and recognized the other Pokemon as a Girafarig now. " Girafarig; the Long Neck Pokemon. Girafarig are herbivores. The rear head contains a tiny brain that is too small for thinking. However, the rear head doesn't need to sleep, so it can keep watch over its surroundings 24 hours a day." Ahhah! So it was able to watch the fight even while it was asleep, and woke up at the right moment to save Dogwood a second time. "Go on Hypno, get out of here," he shouted, "You're out-numbered." Just as he said that, Hercules started to stir awake. Now it was three versus one. Obviously Dogwood wasn't a Pokemon, but he wasn't about to lay down and let Hypno have it's way with his dreams. Hypno looked at Dogwood, then at the pendulum in it's hands, and then looked over the Pokemon again. It eventually decided that it was in over it's head, and sulked away into the dark caverns of Mt. Moon. Dogwood returned Hercules to his Pokeball, then approached the Girafarig. "I want to thank you, Girafarig. If you hadn't come along, I would've been at that Hypno's mercy." Girafarig was shorter than Dogwood by about a foot, so even though it was the Long Neck Pokemon, it still had to look up at him. "Giraaff," it said light-heartily, acknowledging his praise. Dogwood smiled. "Come on, let's get out of this cave," he said to it, bidding it to follow him, "I think we're near the exit." Girafarig obliged and followed him.
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2011 12:46 pm
   "Me help you? How?" Glint asked. He followed Brock deeper into the cave, listening to the explanation and completely forgetting he'd been nervous at all. "I've got to get to the clefairy, up near he top of the mountain. I was on my way there when there was a cave-in. My geodudes protected me, but Stoic was separated from us. I've got to get back to him but I've also got to get up to the clefairy. Maybe you could do the errand for me while Golem and I clear the path to get Stoic back?"  "Uh, okay. But, an errand for the clefairy? You really know them?" Glint asked. "Of course. Just, don't go telling any girls. I've got a rock-hard image to protect!" Brock replied. "Sure thing. So what's the errand?" Glint enquired. Brock took his backpack off then. He opened it up, and he pulled out an egg container. "I think they probably want this back." "Whoa, it's a cleffa egg," Glint exclaimed. He took the container as Brock offered it, and lifted it up to get a better look. "It looks like it's seen better days." "I should say. I was on my way up for a dig when I found it in the middle of the path. I don't know how it got there. Your guess is as good as mine," Brock explained. "Can we still get to the top if there was that cave-in?" Glint wondered. "Yeah, there's another route. I can give you my pokénav and it'll show you the way. Then I'll meet you up there once I've got Stoic back," Brock replied. "Deal?" Glint agreed. "Deal. To be honest I've always wanted to see clefairy in their natural environment." "Now's your chance," Brock said, handing Glint his pokénav. "We'll be with you in thirty minutes or so." Brock tossed a pokéball up and his Golem came out, its voice deep and coarse. "Golem." "Come on Golem, help start moving these boulders. Glint, good luck," Brock said. Glint nodded, then turned the way Brock had motioned earlier and checked the pokénav. It said to go straight on, through a narrow path that Glint would have missed if he'd not been looking for it. "Gruff. Squirbert. It looks like we're being sidetracked again. But at least this time we won't have to deal with a horde of machop." "Squirt squirtle squirt?" Squirbert asked. He pointed at the egg container, probably wondering what it was. "It's got a cleffa egg inside. It keeps the egg safe," Glint replied. He started walking up the narrow path, sure that no rhyhorn would be able to fit, and started to wonder what the home of the clefairy would be like. "Squirtle squirt?" Squirbert asked. "Stay out if you like," Glint said. "We'll need your water gun if any rock types decide to get in our way."
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Posted: Thu Jul 07, 2011 7:57 am
Squirbert led the way out of the narrow passage, which had gradually led further and further upwards. The cavern it opened out into was relatively bright, thanks to cracks in the walls which let daylight in, and rather chilly, with a stiff wind being funnelled in through a hole in the ceiling. Glint checked the pokénav, and it said to go up through the hole. "Hmm. There's no rope or anything. How are we supposed to get up here?" "Squirtle squirt," Squirbert responded. He walked toward the hole, standing in the circle of light that shone down through it. Then he looked at the floor and shot out a water gun, to fire himself up into the air. When he landed again, he was on the roof of the cave. He peered down through the hole and waved to Glint. "Squirtle squirt squirtle squirt squirt squirt. Squirtle squirtle?" "Uh, is there a rope or anything?" "Squirtle," Squirbert shook his head. "Squirtle squirtle squirtle squirt. Squirt squirtle squirt squirt squirtle? Squirtle?" "Y'know, you don't make it easy for me to guess what you're saying," Glint complained. Squirbert slammed a palm into his forehead. "Squirtle squirt!" he shouted, motioning for Glint to move away. "Alright, alright," Glint said. He took a couple of steps backward, unsure what good it would do. "Now what?" Squirbert took in a deep breath, then formed a ball of energy in his mouth. He aimed it down through the hole, then released it. Shwshhh! A fat beam of ice smashed into the cave floor and built up, forming a sort of rugged slope up to where Squirbert was. "Whoa, you can use ice beam?" Glint asked. "Squir," Squirbert groaned. He motioned for Glint to climb up, then turned and walked away from the hole. "Squirtle squirt!" "Alright, I'm coming as fast as I can," Glint called. He opened his satchel up and lowered it for Gruff to climb inside. It was alright for those who could just fire themselves up into the air. Others had to be carried. "Gruff?" "What is it?" Glint asked. He heaved the strap of the heavy bag over his shoulder then looked for a good place to start climbing the stalagmite-ish block of ice in front of him. "Grr..." Gruff growled. He looked up through the hole and sniffed, then growled again. There was something unfriendly up there.
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Posted: Thu Jul 07, 2011 8:00 am
"Squirbert, don't do anything stupid," Glint called. He tried to ignore the intense cold on his fingertips as he clawed at the lumpy ice to try and heave himself up. "Gruff, can you let out the tiniest of embers just up there? I need another wedge to get my fingers in," Glint said. Gruff looked where Glint was pointing and let out the tiniest lick of flame. The fire melted the ice, forming a little inlet which Glint could use to pull himself higher. They'd probably need just one more, then Glint would be able to get hold of the rock at the roof and pull himself up to where Squirbert was. And on that topic... "Squirbert?" "Gruff ruff," Gruff called. He let out another ember, but was a little over-exuberant with it. The ice cracked. Glint looked down, ten feet to the floor. He looked up, two feet to the ceiling. He reached and grabbed the cracking wedge in the ice and pulled himself higher in one fluid motion. The block of ice cracked further, then gave way. Glint scampered up it as it started to fall. He reached up and grabbed the rock at the ceiling with one hand. The block of ice collapsed and shattered on the floor, twelve feet down. Glint dangled one-handed from an unstable rock. He reached up with his other hand, but couldn't quite touch the edge of the hole. "Gruff. Give me a bit of a helping hand, would you?" Glint strained. "Grawr?" Gruff asked. "I'll be fine. Do it," Glint insisted. Gruff closed his eyes then let out a strong growl, accompanied by a blue spark. The electricity passed into Glint and invigorated him, like a sort of cheesy videogame power-up. Glint heaved himself up enough to grab the rocky ceiling with his right hand. From there he easily heaved his chest up onto the roof of the cave, then lifted his satchel up, before swinging his legs up and rolling away from the hole. "Grawr?" Gruff asked. Glint nodded. He knew it was dangerous to have a pokémon use helping hand on a person, but he also knew he had to get up, and that was the only way he could think to do it. "Squirbert?" "Squirtle!" Squirbert gave a war-cry. He punched the air. He charged forward angrily. Then he smashed head-first into the wall. "Haha! Hilarity," a man laughed. Glint looked across the rocky clearing and saw a man in a black uniform, backgrounded by a cloudy sky and Cerulean in the far-off distance. Unless Glint was mistaken, the man was a member of Team Rocket. That meant he was up to no good.
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Posted: Thu Jul 07, 2011 8:26 am
"What are you doing?" Glint barked. He jumped up and ran over to Squirbert, to pick him up and brush him down. "Zubat, use astonish!" the grunt ordered. Glint hadn't even seen a zub-- "Wah!" Glint jumped. The zubat had swooped down in front of him and squeaked. It made Squirbert jump too. "Squir?" "Squirbert, ice beam!" Glint ordered. His pokémon tried to walk forward, but drifted to the right, like he was drunk or doing a strange dance. Glint shouted at him, "Squirbert!" "Squir? Squirtle!" Squirbert yelled. He fired an ice beam and by chance alone it hit the zubat, carried it upward and then back down, where it smashed on the ground. The zubat struggled to shake the stones of ice off and get airborne again, but since Squirbert was confused it had plenty of time. "Sludge bomb!" the Rocket grunt called. Glint saw him tie up a big sack which was moving around as though it was filled with pokémon. He was kidnapping clefairy. "You evil monster!" "Gruff!" Gruff barked. Glint wasn't quick enough though. A glob of sludge landed on Squirbert and knocked him to the ground. Squirbert tried to jump straight back up, but he slipped on the sludge and landed face-first on a rock. "Bite!" the grunt ordered. His zubat swooped down and chomped on Squirbert's tail. "Squir!" "Sludge bomb!" "No," Glint cried. The zubat was right next to Squirbert, so the glob of sludge smashed into him almost as soon as it was released. It sent Squirbert spinning across the ground on his back. "Grrr!" Gruff growled angrily. He jumped forward and fixed his eyes on the zubat. "Okay, you asked for it," Glint said. "Gruff, use wild charge!" "Zubat, bite it!" the grunt responded. Gruff and the zubat flew toward each other, the former sparking yellow and the latter with a gaping mouth and two sharp fangs on show. They smashed into each other. The electricity Gruff had created transferred into the zubat and knocked it out of the sky. Gruff landed on four feet, facing the Rocket grunt and growling.
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Posted: Thu Jul 07, 2011 9:28 am
"Why you pesky... Raticate, go and use thunder wave!" "Gruff, flamethrower!" Glint responded. As the raticate appeared from its pokéball it was smothered in a storm of flames. Somehow it still managed to get its thunder wave off, but Gruff didn't even twitch. The fire from Gruff's attack was much more effective--the raticate was left clutching its burned tail in its hands. "Gah! Hyper fang!" "Gruff, Crunch!" Glint ordered. The two pokémon leaped forward and sunk their teeth into one another. The raticate's two front teeth grazed down Gruff's side, while Gruff's sharp teeth sunk into the raticate's leg. They both bit down hard, then released and moved half a pace away from each other. "What are you even doing here?" the grunt roared. "Damnit, get out of my way! Raticate, sucker punch!" "Gruff, crunch its fist!" Glint called. The raticate formed dark energy in its hand, but as it formed a fist and flung it forward Gruff gnashed down on it. "Rah!" the mousy pokémon cried. Then, as Gruff released its hand from his mouth, it collapsed backward. "Gah... you fool! Look what you've done!" the grunt complained. "This is your own doing," Glint replied. "Now step away from the bag, roll your pokéballs to me and get down on the ground." " What!?" the grunt scoffed. "I'd sooner jump over the side than take orders from you!" "I said step away from the bag," Glint repeated. He knew there was no way the grunt would jump. It must have been forty feet down from here. "Zubat, haze!" the grunt ordered. Its injured zubat came out of its pokéball, barely able to keep itself in flight, and released a dark cloud of gasses from its mouth. Glint pulled the elastic neck of his shirt up over his mouth and pulled some orange goggles from a clip on the back of his belt. If there was one thing he knew how to deal with, it was noxious gasses emitted by pokémon. Baby koffing are the worst. "Hold it," Glint shouted. He ran through the dark cloud and looked for the Rocket grunt, but the zubat caught his eyes first. It fell from the sky and Glint instinctively leaped for it. He caught it in his arms and cushioned its landing. "Chvih," the zubat said sadly. It didn't seem to be in good shape at all. Glint jumped up and ran with it in his arms, back to Gruff and Squirbert. "Grawr?" Gruff asked. "I don't see him. He must've gone over the edge," Glint said. "If only we had a way to clear the smoke." The zubat started flapping its wings vigorously, trying to get out of Glint's arms, but it could only keep it up for a couple of seconds. It didn't have the strength to get away. Squirbert and Gruff had really done some damage. Glint shook his head. "Gruff, fetch my satchel over. This looks bad."
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2011 8:17 am
Gruff dropped Glint's satchel next to him, then went over to Squirbert to see if he was okay. "Who is that guy?" Squirbert asked, rubbing his sore head. "I don't know. He's gone now, though," Gruff said. "How is your head?" "Not the human," Squirbert scoffed. " That guy," he said, pointing at the zubat. "Oh. The human's zubat, obviously," Gruff replied. "Hmph. I'll show him. Thinks he can just gob on me and get away with it?" Squirbert grumbled. He took a step forward, but then he wobbled unsurely. "Eugh. What'd he do to me?" "I think you may be poisoned," Gruff said. Squirbert rubbed his head some more, blinking his eyes as if trying to focus. He thought Glint would probably treat him after he'd finished with the zubat. In fact, as he was Glint's pokémon, surely he should get priority; other pokémon should have to wait until Glint had looked after his own. "Hey, weirdy, I'm hurt over here!" Glint patched up the zubat's injured wing and put a berry to its mouth, to give it some energy back. "I'm afraid you'll have to wait a minute, Squirbert." "What?" Squirbert screeched. He couldn't believe that his own trainer would treat evil pokémon before his own. "We have to wait. It is Glint's duty to heal all injured pokémon he might come across. It is our duty to help him in any way we can, from fetching him his things to waiting our turn," Gruff explained. "That's easy for you to say! You're not poisoned," Squirbert complained. "No, but I am injured," Gruff said. He sat down with a grimace as the pain in his side momentarily worsened. "We are lucky to have what we do. Other pokémon are not as fortunate." "What, like that zubat? It seemed happy enough to follow its evil trainers evil orders to me," Squirbert argued. "He was trained that way," Gruff replied. "He was not lucky enough to have a trainer as good as ours." "Hmph," Squirbert grunted. "I still say he should have to wait until I'm healed. You can stand aside and wait if you like, but I look after number one: me." "Here," Glint said, as he tossed a berry over to Squirbert. "Munch on that. It'll take care of your poison. You'll have to wait for anything more." Squirtle scowled, then took a big bite out of the juicy pecha berry. "Hmm. I say we go ask batty some questions." "Why?" Gruff asked. "Because I want to. He spat at me and I want to know why," Squirbert said. He munched around the pecha berry, then tossed the leafy stem away and wiped his sticky hands down on his shell. "You must want to know why they were here, right? Special Agent Squirbert and Officer Gruff on the case and all that. Follow my lead."
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2011 9:01 am
"Alright, so what's your problem?" Squirbert asked. He folded his arms and tapped his foot, waiting for the zubat to reply. "What's wrong, Squirbert?" Glint asked. He searched in his bag for a potion, while waiting for Squirbert's response. ...Not that he'd have a clue what the pokémon was saying. "Glint, shut up. Batty, spit it out," Squirbert said. "You crushed me with a block of ice," the zubat replied. "Not recommended." "I'd have crushed you with more if you'd played by the rules," Squirbert complained. "I did play by the rules. The fact that you haven't the composure to shake off a confuse ray does not make me a cheat," the zubat replied. "Where did your trainer go?" Gruff asked, as Squirbert turned away in a huff. "Is that a double-bladed jab at me? How on God's green Earth should I know where my trainer ran off to?"  "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend--" Gruff started. "Of course not. You just thought you'd enquire of a bat if he saw where his trainer went after abandoning him. Deft words. You ought to teach etiquette among your peers." "I am sorry," Gruff insisted. "Of course," the zubat grumbled. "Now, who is this man and what is he doing to my wing?" "That's Glint, our trainer. He's fixing you up. You'll feel better in no time," Gruff replied. "He's fixing you before me. That's how stupid he is," Squirbert complained. "And why should we answer your questions anyway? You're the criminal." "How dare you? I am no such thing. My trainer might lack morals but I am studious. I know what we do is wrong. However, perhaps you can imagine, as a fellow pokémon, that I have little choice in what notions I do and do not entertain." "What?" Squirbert snarled. "I am bound to my trainer and the accursed ball in which I was captured. I do what I am told to. Refusal would mean punishment, which has been known to extend to death. And I do not wish to die so young," the zubat said. "Ri~i~i~ight," Squirbert chuckled, rolling his eyes. "How old are you again?" "Six months." Squirbert looked at the zubat, then at Gruff. He chuckled a little, then tried to suppress it, as he saw that Gruff wasn't amused. "What? You think he really is six months old?" Gruff glanced to Squirbert. "Why wouldn't I?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 1:16 pm
Once the zubat was bandaged up, Glint moved on to Squirbert. Not that Squirbert noticed. "So how come the man left you behind?" the tiny turtle asked. "Because he has always been aloof where my wellbeing is concerned. I bid him farewell and the worst of luck wherever he goes," the zubat replied. "But he still has your pokéball," Gruff said. He didn't know exactly how it worked, but he thought that if a trainer caught you in a pokéball, you were his and could only go free if he released you. "Detestable ball. I shall n** it from his belt when he sleeps and drop it from an astronomical height. That ought to smash it, which will release me from the yoke of servitude," the zubat said. Squirbert didn't have a clue what he was saying. He leaned over to Gruff and whispered to him. "Why's the bat talking about eggs?" "He isn't," Gruff replied. "Huh?" Squirbert wondered. "Ah, whatever. You think you can find your trainer now? My trainer couldn't find him, and he looked straight away. Chances of you finding him now are pretty slim. It's ages since he ran off." "I will find him. If it takes me the rest of my life, I'll find him," the zubat replied. Then, even though his wing was bandaged up, he tried to take off. In fact he did take off. He flapped his wings vigorously and just about managed to get airborne. All he needed then was a gust of wind to glide on. "So long. Make the most of your time with your trainer. You never know when it might be brought to an end." "Hey," Glint called. He jumped up - leaving Squirbert to fall back on his tail - and tried to stop the zubat from flying away. "Where are you going?" He chased after the pokémon as it flew over to a big sack, but had to skid to a stop at the edge of the cliff. The zubat was too far away and Glint would never be able to catch up with it. Glint funnelled his voice and shouted across the mountain. "Take care of yourself!" As he watched the little bat fly away Glint was distracted by a ruffling sound and the faint but unmistakably unhappy grumblings of pokémon. He looked at the sack and saw it moving around, just like it had been when he first saw it. "Wait a minute! The clefairy." Squirbert rolled his eyes. "He remembered then?" "You'd forgotten too," Gruff argued. Rather than stand there and banter with Squirbert further, though, he ran to help Glint. "Hey there," Glint cooed. He carefully opened the bag and peered inside. The dozens of clefairy burst forth and began pounding Glint on the head angrily. Gruff barked to try to get them to stop. That only angered the pokémon further, though--they turned their attentions to him, pounding on his injured side. Glint threw a pokéball. "Coni, get them to stop!" "Odd," Coni said as she appeared. She looked at the clefairy inquisitively, and one by one they stopped hitting Gruff. "Clefairy?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 9:53 am
The group of clefairy all gathered around Coni and talked to her, sneaking suspecting looks at Glint and Gruff. They must have known that Glint wasn't the one who'd put them all in the sack, but they still seemed to be wary of him--like he might be trying to trick them somehow. Glint wondered what they were saying, but he couldn't figure it out. He could only hope Coni was speaking favourably of him. "Gruff, are you okay?" Glint asked, turning his attentions to his other pokémon. "How about you, Squirbert?" Squirbert folded his arms, not very impressed. "Of course, you were over there," Glint remembered. "Had I finished bandaging your tail?" Squirbert flicked his tail out, and a trail of white bandage drifted around on the breeze. That was a 'no'. Glint rushed back over to the pokémon. "Sorry, Squirbert. I'll get right on it." "You darn well better," Squirbert huffed. "Hey Gruff, what's the deal with the pink balls crowding around Coni?" "Those are clefairy," Gruff replied. "Yeah? And what's their problem?" "They're scared. Coni is telling them about Glint. I think it's reassuring them that we aren't here to hurt them," Gruff explained. Squirbert chuckled. "If I were you I'd have burned them all with a flamethrower. You took it very calmly, being pounced on like that by a million squeaky, pink balloons." "They were scared," Gruff replied. And that was as much as he was going to say; he knew that if he spoke his mind Squirbert would take offence and then it would be anyone's guess what might happen. "Well scared or not, if they cross me they'll have a water gun in their face so hard they'll be off the side of the mountain." Gruff held back from rolling his eyes. Instead he went over to the clefairy. "And he gives the best hugs!" Coni chirped. "I want one now." "Hello," Gruff said. "Are you all okay?" The clefairy all nodded, looking at Gruff as though they were hypnotised. "Hi hi hi. I'm Coni and you're Gruff. We've met before," Coni said, so happy her eyes were squeezed closed. "I know," Gruff replied. He turned his attentions back to the clefairy, then. "Did any of you lose an egg?" The clefairy all shook their heads. They weren't the most talkative of things... they'd been speaking to Coni fine, though. They might just have been intimidated by Gruff. If they hadn't lost an egg, though, then Gruff didn't know where the cleffa egg Glint had might have come from. Coni skipped over to Gruff and stroked him with a leaf. Then, when he looked down at her, she posed a troubling question: "What's an egg?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2011 12:01 pm
"And then the egg comes out, and some time later a baby hatches from it," Gruff explained. Squirbert wore the same expression as Coni and all the clefairy; they were all disturbed. Squirbert put a hand to his mouth. "I think I'm gonna spew." "It's nature," Gruff replied. "It's disgusting. If you ever say the word 'squeeze' again, I'll disown you," Squirbert blurted. "Hey there," Glint said, after crawling around from behind the tiny turtle. "Your bandage is finished, Squirbert. I see you made friends already." "Oddish!" Coni cheered. She ran to Glint and jumped into his lap, pressing her leaves against his chest and snuggling up to him. "Okay," Glint muttered. "You all okay?" "Gruff ruff," Gruff replied. He tried to get Glint to understand that the egg didn't belong to the clefairy, but that was a pretty complicated thing to mime. Especially when you walked on all fours. "What is it, Gruff?" Glint asked. "Did you ask about the egg?" Gruff nodded. "And do they want it back?" Glint asked, reaching for his satchel. Gruff barked though. Glint looked at him and frowned. "They don't want the egg?" Gruff shook his head 'no'. He didn't understand it any more than his trainer, but the clefairy clearly said that they hadn't lost an egg. And an egg is the sort of thing you'd notice was missing. "Oh. So, where did it come from, I wonder?" Glint thought aloud. "I think we should probably go and find Brock. He'll know what to do. Squirbert, Coni, you'd better get back in your pokéballs and rest." "Squirtle squirt," Squirbert groaned. He didn't seem to like taking orders, but he'd said he wanted to team up, so he must have known how it would be. "You're really not enjoying yourself very much, are you? Maybe I should release you. You were happier before," Glint pondered. He tried to read Squirbert's expression, but he wasn't sure if the disdain was new or just carried through from the 'get back in your pokéballs' line. Squirbert took matters - and his pokéball - into his own hands, and vanished in a flash of red. Glint guessed that was his answer. "Grawr?" Glint turned to look the same way Gruff was and saw the clefairy skipping away. Coni peered the same way. She seemed a little upset that her new friends were leaving. She called after them; "Odd? Oddish odd?" "Hey? Wait," Glint sighed. The clefairy had already made up their minds, though--they were heading back up to the peak of the mountain. "Well, at least they'll be safe up there. I wonder why they ran off so quickly though? I'm not that scary, am I Coni?" "Oddish," Coni said happily. Gruff sounded less chirpy. "Graw~awr..." "What is it now?" Glint huffed. He looked back over his shoulder and saw a rhyhorn. "Well, I guess that's why the clefairy left." "Grawr?" Gruff asked. He was expecting-- "Wah!" Glint cried. He jumped up. He quaked in his shoes. The rhyhorn looked right at him and snorted. It pierced him with its angry eyes. Then it began to charge. "Rhy~y~y~y~y~y~y~" it cried. All Glint could do was wail right back. "Wa~a~a~a~a~a~h!"
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