---Coherence---
Authored by Dunsparce
and
Co-Authored by ~*Commander Blizzard*~
Eons ago, humans and Pokémon coexisted in peace. Pokémon understood humans, and humans understood Pokémon. It was a wonderful time.
The humans built shrines and places of worship in honor of their companions. Pokémon were obviously more powerful than humans, but they considered humans as equals regardless.
Capture was meaningless. Pokémon befriended people and vice versa. There was no need for Pokéballs, and fights were few and brief. It was an incredible time, one many a human yearn for.
Nothing good lasts forever, The Golden Age being no exception. In time, enmities grew. Scuffles were more frequent in a week than they had been in a decade. The Pokémon would attack humans when they were threatened, and the humans would defend themselves with weapons.
Many saw the decay of the glorious time, but there was no way to prevent it. The empire fell apart completely.
Human children were less tolerant and patient than they had been in The Golden Age. There was no need to learn what their Pokémon said. Humans saw Pokémon only as slaves. What did it matter what a Pokémon felt as long as it understood battle commands?
The selfish attitude was a major factor in the downfall. The Golden Age could have been continued if the newer generation had taken. But it was a futile hope.
The final remnants of The Golden Age lay within the people who had been alive then, and few were capable of persuading their children and grandchildren to carry on the "gift."
As time passed, it was sheer luck that decided a human's interest in carrying on the legend. The qualities of those who lived in The Golden Age were not hereditary. It was personality that decided who did and didn't have the gift, and even those willing to learn were hard-pressed to find a mentor, for the last nomads were withering, the lost civilization dying alongside them.
It is said the best places to find those who could speak to Pokémon were the Tanoby Ruins and the Ruins of Alph.
The two temples were once magnificent, some of the very best. But carelessness and indifference cut short their glory. Now all that remains of them are crumbling wrecks.
The holy places have been turned into tourist attractions. The tourists take interest in the legends, but only those who were truly a part of it can feel the devastation, the sadness, and the loss of a gift that the human race had been blessed with.
Only a handful of people are capable of speaking to Pokémon now, and many are in their autumn years. A lineage that started back when the civilization whose name has been lost in time still exists.
A boy, 15 years old, learned from his grandparents of their own grandparents. They taught him all they knew, until they too passed from the earth.
But their work has been successful. This special boy can indeed speak to Pokémon....Most of him. Just as humans do, certain species of Pokémon have different ways of speaking, an accent of sorts. The boy can understand some Pokémon effortlessly, but may struggle with unfamiliar Pokémon. This is the tale of that adolescent....
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Chapter 1: The Beginning
A sleepy sun lowered itself down out of the sky, casting a brilliant orange glow on all within its view. Night was approaching fast, and the Pokémon knew it.
A Mankey scurried through the trees, hurrying back to its arboreal home. Pidgeys flocked en masse to a lonely oak tree, roosting on the fragile branches. Sentrets curled their tails drowsily around tree trunks, preparing to sleep.
Noctowls awoke, and jumped into the air stealthily. Their majestic wings carried them in circles, searching for slumbering prey. Venonats lurked under tree trunks, their sensitive crimson eyes scanning the forests for potential meals.
A Lickitung dropped off to sleep, wrapped in the loving embrace of its significant other. The Lickitung stared peacefully at the sky, feeling the gentle rising and falling of its mate's torso.
All was quiet. It was a night like any other. But this night, there was something different. Illuminated by the sun's dying rays, two figures trudged down a dusty road, their eyes set on Mahogany Town.
To any passerby, they were a normal pair, a Pokémon and its owner. Perhaps the boy was intending to challenge Pryce, or merely passing through, making for Blackthorn City. Who could guess what a remarkable pair the two were?
Lee surveyed Mahogany Town with deep blue eyes. He smiled. The trip to Mahogany had not been an easy one, but it was a beautiful place to be. The small town gave off an aura of peacefulness and friendliness, and it would be a superb place to stay the night.
Lee's eyes darted towards a creature ambling over to his side. It was a Linoone, its sky blue eyes examining the town as well. Two pairs of blue eyes, both taking in the same sight and thinking the same thoughts.
Lee reached up to his head and ruffled his short hair. Dust scuttled downward, accumulated from the continued voyage Lee had just completed. His hair shone its natural inky black color, freed from the diminishing color of the dust.
Lee sported a T-shirt as black as his hair. In the center, a Magneton's silhouette loomed, the brilliant blue clearly visible against the black coloration. Beneath the silhouette was the word "Magne™" in looping letters.
Lee quite liked the shirt he was wearing. It was somewhat of a tradition to wear this shirt when he traveled. Lee had had this shirt for a few years, and would be quite displeased if the shirt were somehow ruined along the road.
Instinctively, he brushed the dust that been from his hair off his shirt. The dust fluttered down impatiently, as though it disliked being constantly uprooted.
The dirt finally settled on his mud-soaked shoes. They had been white, but beneath the loose blue jeans and clinging mud, it was difficult to discern the color of them.
The Linoone laughed internally as Lee cleaned himself. It was a big creature, larger than most Linoone typically were. Sleek, shiny fur ran down the length of the raccoon. Vivid brown strips danced along the coat.
The Linoone's name was Ziggy. Naturally, Lee had named his partner Ziggy when it had been a Zigzagoon, but he had never bothered to change it when Zigzagoon had evolved. Ziggy was too used to his own name, anyway.
They looked like any other travelers on Earth, but Lee and Ziggy were different from all the rest. When one spoke, the other could understand.
It had taken Lee a long time to decipher his Pokémon's native tongue, but he had finally figured it out. Ziggy spoke with a slight slur, but Lee could understand all he said.
Ziggy himself had taken a shorter time to learn his master's language. Pokémon could understand a fair few human words, and if Lee related his new words to words Ziggy already knew, Ziggy progressed at a remarkable rate.
It had taken Lee the better part of fours years. His grandparents had all but abandoned their lives to make sure Lee carried on the legacy. And in the end, they had succeeded. Lee himself was no one spectacular, but his gift made him more important than a good deal of the world's population.
Lee was modest, and did not brag about his accomplishment. Ziggy was equally humble (it made no difference, though; humans couldn't understand him anyway). Together the two traversed the three Regions, predominantly Johto. And so the tale unfolds....
"Here we are, Ziggy. Mahogany Town awaits!" Lee exclaimed.
"Yes, it's quite the town. Or at least it would be if we hadn't visited it some nine times prior," Ziggy remarked.
Beneath Ziggy's cool attitude, he was quite happy to return to Mahogany Town. It was rather unremarkable compared to the other towns of Johto, and he has been here before. But he enjoyed the quaint, relaxed atmosphere of the place, whether or not he showed it.
"Can you at least pretend to be excited?" He turned his head towards the Linoone, waiting for a response. Ziggy's indifference annoyed Lee at times.
"No, I can't. It's hard to feel anything other than disappointment when you look at these little shacks and realizing you spent a day just to stumble across some dilapidated town where the social outcasts live," Ziggy retorted.
Ziggy rarely felt angry at Lee, but he enjoyed their squabbles. Ziggy enjoyed stirring up trouble just for the sake of it, but he knew how far he could go before Lee got seriously annoyed.
"Don't say that, Ziggy. You know damn well that my family disowned me, and I'd rather not be reminded of it," Lee said coldly and quietly.
Ziggy didn't bother to hide his sympathy. He never meant to upset Lee, despite his constant goads.
"Lee....I'm sorry. You know that's not what I meant," Ziggy said. Even in apology, Ziggy couldn't help adding in a bit of asperity.
Lee stared at Ziggy with inscrutable eyes. He could tell his companion was genuinely sorry, but his statement had still stung, and he wanted to let Ziggy know that, indirectly at least.
"A fine way to thank me for carrying you half the way here, that was," Lee said bitterly.
Ziggy flared up instantly, "That's hardly my fault. I'd be walking with a spring in my step if that Granbull hadn't just assaulted me like that."
"Don't play innocent," Lee said. His smirk was not a contemptuous one, but an amused one. There were times when Ziggy accepted responsibility for his actions, and this was clearly not one of them.
"You bit him and you know it. Did you really expect him to walk away as though nothing happened?" Lee said, his smirk evolving into a grin.
Eager to latch onto the new subject, Ziggy shot back, "You expect me, an elegant creature of immeasurable intelligence, to let a lowly Granbull stare at me in such a way? Had I not set him straight, he would continue gawking at those who are greater than he."
" 'Set him straight?' He beat your *** in half," Lee said, laughing openly.
At some point, Lee and Ziggy had started toward Mahogany Town. They were certainly attracting a lot of attention, though no one knew exactly what was going on. Two men coming back from a fishing outing quietly discussed the boy and his conversation.
"That's quite a strange Pokémon the boy's got there. Do ya think they understand humans where they're from?" the red-capped man asked.
"I doubt it. A Pokémon's a Pokémon n'matter where it's from. I reckon the lad's just insane," said the taller man.
"I dunno, the beast seems to be understandin' him just fine," replied the smaller man, cocking a ginger-colored eyebrow.
"Then they're both insane!" the tall man declared.
Their guffaws reached a woman returning from the Pokémart. She wasn't familiar with the idea of Pokémon being out of their Pokéballs for extended periods of time. As the insane laughing reached her ears, she sped up. In her eyes, the world was going mad.
"Yo!" a voice called, interrupting the Granbull-based argument. Lee turned around to see a man grinning in his face.
Taking a startled step backward, he stared at the man. He was short, shorter than Lee, even. His plain white T-shirt seemed to be screaming under the weight of its owner. The sun's last light reflected off his bald head, coloring the brown patches resting by his ears crimson.
He reached into the pocket of his red pants, and pulled out what seemed to be a decaying piece of fudge ("That can't be hygienic," Ziggy muttered). Lee was thinking along the same lines, and exchanged a glance with Ziggy.
"I don't know....What's it for?" asked Lee quizzically.
"And is it supposed to look like a carcass?" Ziggy chimed in.
The man glanced inquiringly at Ziggy for a second, though he couldn't understand his words.
Addressing Lee, he said, "Well, sir, this is a RageCandyBar! Finest in the land, if I do say so myself. Maximum flavor for a minimal price! This heavenly treat can be yours for just 500 PokéDollars."
"That still doesn't tell me what it does, other than tasting good," Lee said.
"Assuming it actually does taste good, of course," Ziggy said quietly. Lee grinned for one small second, but suppressed it quickly.
The man frowned for the first time, and said, "Is there a problem?"
"No, of course not. Go on, tell me all about it," Lee said, adopting a false smile.
The salesman's face split into a smile once more, and he said, "Well, as you know, this incredible bar is one of the most delicious things your taste buds will ever have the pleasure of encountering. But, believe it or not, it does more than that! Feed it to your fine, furry freak here, and it'll restore the poor beast's Hit Points by twenty!"
"Beast?" Ziggy said, bristling. A snarl appeared on his face.
"That's unbelievable," Lee said in disgust.
"I know! Isn't it just too damn good to be true?" the salesman hollered.
"No, you misunderstood me. That's a terrible rip-off when you can buy a Potion at any Pokémart for just a bit more than half the price," Lee said. The salesman's grin vanished like a Sudowoodo fleeing rain.
Before he could respond, Ziggy snapped, "You might wanna peel the mold off that thing before you try selling it to anyone else, too."
The salesman changed tactics at the speed of sound.
"Oh, would you look at that! Your friend here wants some of this delicious candy bar! I don't normally do this, but I'll give him this bar for...." The salesman paused, building up what he thought was tension.
"FREE!" he exploded. Before Ziggy could even react, he opened Ziggy's mouth and shoved the brown lump in. Ziggy's eyes widened in surprise and disgust.
Ziggy gagged, and propelled the food from his esophagus.
"You alright, Ziggy?" Lee inquired. He was amused, but he new better than to laugh at Ziggy's displeasure.
"Alright?! That vile concoction tasted like something pulled out of a Grimer's anus! I may never swallow again!" Ziggy raged.
Lunging forward, Ziggy clamped down on the man's hand with his rather formidable teeth.
A cascade of gaps reached Lee's ears. Turning around, he saw a fair few of Mahogany Town's inhabitant watching him. He hadn't even heard them come.
"Zig, OFF!" Lee commanded, pulling his Linoone by its hind legs. Ziggy came free, but not without leaving his mark. His teeth dug into the flabby skin of the man, creating bloody trenches in his palm.
The man yelled loudly, flailing his injured hand madly in the air.
"I don't know what tasted worse, that Donphan manure or that pudger's slimy hand," Ziggy growled, spitting bitterly to emphasize his point. Scowling, the salesman grabbed a Pokéball from his belt.
"This'll learn ya!" he roared, throwing the Pokéball at Ziggy.
Ziggy shot a lone Pin Missile at the ball, assuming it was meant to capture it. Its aim was true, and the ball rebounded off the pin. It landed in between the man and Ziggy.
"Your aim is as bad as your grammar," Ziggy called scornfully.
But the man hadn't been attempting to capture Ziggy. Instead, the ball seemed to bifurcate. An explosion of pink sparks rocketed outward, followed by a huge, menacing shape...
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This fic was written by me, along witht the basic outline and the characters, but ~*Commander Blizzard*~ edited and revised it to be more readable. He also changed a few parts to spice things up. In other wrods, consider this a two-person fanfic
Chapter 2 has been finished ages ago. I've been working on this project for a long time and I hope you, the readers, enjoy it as much in reading it as I did in making it.
Edit: ...Well? Is anyone going to post comments or what?
Authored by Dunsparce
and
Co-Authored by ~*Commander Blizzard*~
Eons ago, humans and Pokémon coexisted in peace. Pokémon understood humans, and humans understood Pokémon. It was a wonderful time.
The humans built shrines and places of worship in honor of their companions. Pokémon were obviously more powerful than humans, but they considered humans as equals regardless.
Capture was meaningless. Pokémon befriended people and vice versa. There was no need for Pokéballs, and fights were few and brief. It was an incredible time, one many a human yearn for.
Nothing good lasts forever, The Golden Age being no exception. In time, enmities grew. Scuffles were more frequent in a week than they had been in a decade. The Pokémon would attack humans when they were threatened, and the humans would defend themselves with weapons.
Many saw the decay of the glorious time, but there was no way to prevent it. The empire fell apart completely.
Human children were less tolerant and patient than they had been in The Golden Age. There was no need to learn what their Pokémon said. Humans saw Pokémon only as slaves. What did it matter what a Pokémon felt as long as it understood battle commands?
The selfish attitude was a major factor in the downfall. The Golden Age could have been continued if the newer generation had taken. But it was a futile hope.
The final remnants of The Golden Age lay within the people who had been alive then, and few were capable of persuading their children and grandchildren to carry on the "gift."
As time passed, it was sheer luck that decided a human's interest in carrying on the legend. The qualities of those who lived in The Golden Age were not hereditary. It was personality that decided who did and didn't have the gift, and even those willing to learn were hard-pressed to find a mentor, for the last nomads were withering, the lost civilization dying alongside them.
It is said the best places to find those who could speak to Pokémon were the Tanoby Ruins and the Ruins of Alph.
The two temples were once magnificent, some of the very best. But carelessness and indifference cut short their glory. Now all that remains of them are crumbling wrecks.
The holy places have been turned into tourist attractions. The tourists take interest in the legends, but only those who were truly a part of it can feel the devastation, the sadness, and the loss of a gift that the human race had been blessed with.
Only a handful of people are capable of speaking to Pokémon now, and many are in their autumn years. A lineage that started back when the civilization whose name has been lost in time still exists.
A boy, 15 years old, learned from his grandparents of their own grandparents. They taught him all they knew, until they too passed from the earth.
But their work has been successful. This special boy can indeed speak to Pokémon....Most of him. Just as humans do, certain species of Pokémon have different ways of speaking, an accent of sorts. The boy can understand some Pokémon effortlessly, but may struggle with unfamiliar Pokémon. This is the tale of that adolescent....
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Chapter 1: The Beginning
A sleepy sun lowered itself down out of the sky, casting a brilliant orange glow on all within its view. Night was approaching fast, and the Pokémon knew it.
A Mankey scurried through the trees, hurrying back to its arboreal home. Pidgeys flocked en masse to a lonely oak tree, roosting on the fragile branches. Sentrets curled their tails drowsily around tree trunks, preparing to sleep.
Noctowls awoke, and jumped into the air stealthily. Their majestic wings carried them in circles, searching for slumbering prey. Venonats lurked under tree trunks, their sensitive crimson eyes scanning the forests for potential meals.
A Lickitung dropped off to sleep, wrapped in the loving embrace of its significant other. The Lickitung stared peacefully at the sky, feeling the gentle rising and falling of its mate's torso.
All was quiet. It was a night like any other. But this night, there was something different. Illuminated by the sun's dying rays, two figures trudged down a dusty road, their eyes set on Mahogany Town.
To any passerby, they were a normal pair, a Pokémon and its owner. Perhaps the boy was intending to challenge Pryce, or merely passing through, making for Blackthorn City. Who could guess what a remarkable pair the two were?
Lee surveyed Mahogany Town with deep blue eyes. He smiled. The trip to Mahogany had not been an easy one, but it was a beautiful place to be. The small town gave off an aura of peacefulness and friendliness, and it would be a superb place to stay the night.
Lee's eyes darted towards a creature ambling over to his side. It was a Linoone, its sky blue eyes examining the town as well. Two pairs of blue eyes, both taking in the same sight and thinking the same thoughts.
Lee reached up to his head and ruffled his short hair. Dust scuttled downward, accumulated from the continued voyage Lee had just completed. His hair shone its natural inky black color, freed from the diminishing color of the dust.
Lee sported a T-shirt as black as his hair. In the center, a Magneton's silhouette loomed, the brilliant blue clearly visible against the black coloration. Beneath the silhouette was the word "Magne™" in looping letters.
Lee quite liked the shirt he was wearing. It was somewhat of a tradition to wear this shirt when he traveled. Lee had had this shirt for a few years, and would be quite displeased if the shirt were somehow ruined along the road.
Instinctively, he brushed the dust that been from his hair off his shirt. The dust fluttered down impatiently, as though it disliked being constantly uprooted.
The dirt finally settled on his mud-soaked shoes. They had been white, but beneath the loose blue jeans and clinging mud, it was difficult to discern the color of them.
The Linoone laughed internally as Lee cleaned himself. It was a big creature, larger than most Linoone typically were. Sleek, shiny fur ran down the length of the raccoon. Vivid brown strips danced along the coat.
The Linoone's name was Ziggy. Naturally, Lee had named his partner Ziggy when it had been a Zigzagoon, but he had never bothered to change it when Zigzagoon had evolved. Ziggy was too used to his own name, anyway.
They looked like any other travelers on Earth, but Lee and Ziggy were different from all the rest. When one spoke, the other could understand.
It had taken Lee a long time to decipher his Pokémon's native tongue, but he had finally figured it out. Ziggy spoke with a slight slur, but Lee could understand all he said.
Ziggy himself had taken a shorter time to learn his master's language. Pokémon could understand a fair few human words, and if Lee related his new words to words Ziggy already knew, Ziggy progressed at a remarkable rate.
It had taken Lee the better part of fours years. His grandparents had all but abandoned their lives to make sure Lee carried on the legacy. And in the end, they had succeeded. Lee himself was no one spectacular, but his gift made him more important than a good deal of the world's population.
Lee was modest, and did not brag about his accomplishment. Ziggy was equally humble (it made no difference, though; humans couldn't understand him anyway). Together the two traversed the three Regions, predominantly Johto. And so the tale unfolds....
"Here we are, Ziggy. Mahogany Town awaits!" Lee exclaimed.
"Yes, it's quite the town. Or at least it would be if we hadn't visited it some nine times prior," Ziggy remarked.
Beneath Ziggy's cool attitude, he was quite happy to return to Mahogany Town. It was rather unremarkable compared to the other towns of Johto, and he has been here before. But he enjoyed the quaint, relaxed atmosphere of the place, whether or not he showed it.
"Can you at least pretend to be excited?" He turned his head towards the Linoone, waiting for a response. Ziggy's indifference annoyed Lee at times.
"No, I can't. It's hard to feel anything other than disappointment when you look at these little shacks and realizing you spent a day just to stumble across some dilapidated town where the social outcasts live," Ziggy retorted.
Ziggy rarely felt angry at Lee, but he enjoyed their squabbles. Ziggy enjoyed stirring up trouble just for the sake of it, but he knew how far he could go before Lee got seriously annoyed.
"Don't say that, Ziggy. You know damn well that my family disowned me, and I'd rather not be reminded of it," Lee said coldly and quietly.
Ziggy didn't bother to hide his sympathy. He never meant to upset Lee, despite his constant goads.
"Lee....I'm sorry. You know that's not what I meant," Ziggy said. Even in apology, Ziggy couldn't help adding in a bit of asperity.
Lee stared at Ziggy with inscrutable eyes. He could tell his companion was genuinely sorry, but his statement had still stung, and he wanted to let Ziggy know that, indirectly at least.
"A fine way to thank me for carrying you half the way here, that was," Lee said bitterly.
Ziggy flared up instantly, "That's hardly my fault. I'd be walking with a spring in my step if that Granbull hadn't just assaulted me like that."
"Don't play innocent," Lee said. His smirk was not a contemptuous one, but an amused one. There were times when Ziggy accepted responsibility for his actions, and this was clearly not one of them.
"You bit him and you know it. Did you really expect him to walk away as though nothing happened?" Lee said, his smirk evolving into a grin.
Eager to latch onto the new subject, Ziggy shot back, "You expect me, an elegant creature of immeasurable intelligence, to let a lowly Granbull stare at me in such a way? Had I not set him straight, he would continue gawking at those who are greater than he."
" 'Set him straight?' He beat your *** in half," Lee said, laughing openly.
At some point, Lee and Ziggy had started toward Mahogany Town. They were certainly attracting a lot of attention, though no one knew exactly what was going on. Two men coming back from a fishing outing quietly discussed the boy and his conversation.
"That's quite a strange Pokémon the boy's got there. Do ya think they understand humans where they're from?" the red-capped man asked.
"I doubt it. A Pokémon's a Pokémon n'matter where it's from. I reckon the lad's just insane," said the taller man.
"I dunno, the beast seems to be understandin' him just fine," replied the smaller man, cocking a ginger-colored eyebrow.
"Then they're both insane!" the tall man declared.
Their guffaws reached a woman returning from the Pokémart. She wasn't familiar with the idea of Pokémon being out of their Pokéballs for extended periods of time. As the insane laughing reached her ears, she sped up. In her eyes, the world was going mad.
"Yo!" a voice called, interrupting the Granbull-based argument. Lee turned around to see a man grinning in his face.
Taking a startled step backward, he stared at the man. He was short, shorter than Lee, even. His plain white T-shirt seemed to be screaming under the weight of its owner. The sun's last light reflected off his bald head, coloring the brown patches resting by his ears crimson.
He reached into the pocket of his red pants, and pulled out what seemed to be a decaying piece of fudge ("That can't be hygienic," Ziggy muttered). Lee was thinking along the same lines, and exchanged a glance with Ziggy.
"I don't know....What's it for?" asked Lee quizzically.
"And is it supposed to look like a carcass?" Ziggy chimed in.
The man glanced inquiringly at Ziggy for a second, though he couldn't understand his words.
Addressing Lee, he said, "Well, sir, this is a RageCandyBar! Finest in the land, if I do say so myself. Maximum flavor for a minimal price! This heavenly treat can be yours for just 500 PokéDollars."
"That still doesn't tell me what it does, other than tasting good," Lee said.
"Assuming it actually does taste good, of course," Ziggy said quietly. Lee grinned for one small second, but suppressed it quickly.
The man frowned for the first time, and said, "Is there a problem?"
"No, of course not. Go on, tell me all about it," Lee said, adopting a false smile.
The salesman's face split into a smile once more, and he said, "Well, as you know, this incredible bar is one of the most delicious things your taste buds will ever have the pleasure of encountering. But, believe it or not, it does more than that! Feed it to your fine, furry freak here, and it'll restore the poor beast's Hit Points by twenty!"
"Beast?" Ziggy said, bristling. A snarl appeared on his face.
"That's unbelievable," Lee said in disgust.
"I know! Isn't it just too damn good to be true?" the salesman hollered.
"No, you misunderstood me. That's a terrible rip-off when you can buy a Potion at any Pokémart for just a bit more than half the price," Lee said. The salesman's grin vanished like a Sudowoodo fleeing rain.
Before he could respond, Ziggy snapped, "You might wanna peel the mold off that thing before you try selling it to anyone else, too."
The salesman changed tactics at the speed of sound.
"Oh, would you look at that! Your friend here wants some of this delicious candy bar! I don't normally do this, but I'll give him this bar for...." The salesman paused, building up what he thought was tension.
"FREE!" he exploded. Before Ziggy could even react, he opened Ziggy's mouth and shoved the brown lump in. Ziggy's eyes widened in surprise and disgust.
Ziggy gagged, and propelled the food from his esophagus.
"You alright, Ziggy?" Lee inquired. He was amused, but he new better than to laugh at Ziggy's displeasure.
"Alright?! That vile concoction tasted like something pulled out of a Grimer's anus! I may never swallow again!" Ziggy raged.
Lunging forward, Ziggy clamped down on the man's hand with his rather formidable teeth.
A cascade of gaps reached Lee's ears. Turning around, he saw a fair few of Mahogany Town's inhabitant watching him. He hadn't even heard them come.
"Zig, OFF!" Lee commanded, pulling his Linoone by its hind legs. Ziggy came free, but not without leaving his mark. His teeth dug into the flabby skin of the man, creating bloody trenches in his palm.
The man yelled loudly, flailing his injured hand madly in the air.
"I don't know what tasted worse, that Donphan manure or that pudger's slimy hand," Ziggy growled, spitting bitterly to emphasize his point. Scowling, the salesman grabbed a Pokéball from his belt.
"This'll learn ya!" he roared, throwing the Pokéball at Ziggy.
Ziggy shot a lone Pin Missile at the ball, assuming it was meant to capture it. Its aim was true, and the ball rebounded off the pin. It landed in between the man and Ziggy.
"Your aim is as bad as your grammar," Ziggy called scornfully.
But the man hadn't been attempting to capture Ziggy. Instead, the ball seemed to bifurcate. An explosion of pink sparks rocketed outward, followed by a huge, menacing shape...
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This fic was written by me, along witht the basic outline and the characters, but ~*Commander Blizzard*~ edited and revised it to be more readable. He also changed a few parts to spice things up. In other wrods, consider this a two-person fanfic
Chapter 2 has been finished ages ago. I've been working on this project for a long time and I hope you, the readers, enjoy it as much in reading it as I did in making it.
Edit: ...Well? Is anyone going to post comments or what?
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