Quackerdrill
say yes to love
Hey, I just joined the other day, and have been working on this one for a while now. I hope it gets a better reception here than it's previous home.
It's got nothing real bad so far, but an assasination of a character is in there, so I say about PG.
Prologue
The white sparkles slowly drifted towards the ground, a mix of snow and ash from the nearby Mount Chimney. The wind swirled, producing a shimmering foreground for the beautiful picture that was Lavaridge Town in winter. But with this cold weather and the holiday spirit brightening the homes, was also a heavy blanket of tyranny. Over the last five years, the hearts of many had not felt the same warmness the holidays usually brought, because of the ominous rule of evil organizations.
After years of attempts, a mysterious force named Team Rocket had finally taken the territories of Kanto and Johto, and a similar group, Team Magma had acquired the nation of Hoenn. The Magma forces had pushed the opposition, Team Aqua, out of their own hideout, and they then set a temporary one in the Sevii Islands. But, as many know, terrors like this were almost always quelled by a valiant trainer. No such person had arrived in five years. Thus began one of the most unfortunate times in Pokemon history… or so it looked.
Chapter One: A Question of Bravery
The houses of Lavaridge outdid themselves every year with the holiday decorations, and this year was no different. Flakes of snow and ash adorned the rooftops, joined by inflatable Santas or Frostys or reindeer, all swaying in the winter breeze. Inside the houses were the usual suspects; trees, stockings, and mistletoe, hung in the most obvious places. Though the weather outside was pretty normal compared to an average Hoenn December, not a single soul laid their feet past their doorway. Urban myths like “The Magma’s will get ya!” or “They’ll send their Poochyena at you!” kept everyone locked tight in their house.
One house, however, was not adorned in lights or inflatable characters, but instead was bare except for a small wreath on the front door. Inside, it was just as barren, and the only light on was the flickering of a large television screen. Sprawled out on the green couch was a young woman with red-orange hair, dripping wet as if she had just taken a shower. She was dressed in blue and white striped pajamas and was slowly pressing a button on the remote control over and over again. Her eyes drooped, and soon enough, the control dropped and she was fast asleep, with the television news still blaring.
“Flannery! You’re never gonna believe this!” A young boy had burst down the stairs, jarring the woman’s slumber. She fell sideways, off the couch and on her back. “Next time Mark, have better timing!” Flannery stood up slowly, brushing herself off.
“Better timing?” the boy exclaimed. “This is important! And plus, you shouldn’t be falling asleep on the couch!” Flannery knew she had been bested. “What is the rush, bro?”
“There are people at the gym! I saw them from my window!” The two of them exchanged glances, Flannery’s of an icy kind and Mark’s full of anticipation. Suddenly, his face burst at the seams and erupted with bottled in laughter. Flannery sighed. “Every time you try that one on me, it gets more pathetic. You expect me to believe that for the first time in five years there was actually a trainer willing to come here for a battle? Ha!”
Flannery sat back down in the couch, and was quickly joined by her brother. The Lavaridge Evening news was still airing; complete with the constantly incorrect anchors and terribly inaccurate weather Xatu. It was almost torture watching the same people botch the news every day, followed up with an apology to the viewers the day after. Today it was an apology for a story on the health benefits of Poke Chow to humans, and how they stated that it was safe. Many a lawsuit later, they came to their fault.
“This just in,” the anchor exclaimed in false seriousness, “There has been a reported sixteen new Pokemon thefts today, a new record for the Magmas.” Mark’s happy expression melted.
“Flannery, I know how we tend to joke about it a lot, but I think that we should be serious about this for once. Someone needs to stop this!” Flannery stared at the television screen for a minute, looking at the pictures of the missing Pokemon. Things had really gotten worse, and she knew it.
“Mark, as much as I’d like to be the great hero, I just can’t leave you here. Plus, I can’t topple an entire organization on my own.”
“You wouldn’t have to worry,” Mark said, sitting straight in his seat, “’Cause I’ll be there to help!” Flannery rolled her eyes.
“You just got your trainer’s license a month ago, you expect me to let you go on a journey already?”
“Fine,” he said. “I may not be able to help, but you still could. What would grandpa have done? Sure wouldn’t be sitting on the couch dozing off!”
Flannery thought for a while. Her grandfather had been one of the most prominent people in her life, being both a father figure to her and the previous Gym Leader. He had taught her the secret to success as a trainer, and especially how to control her temper. One thing about him that Flannery knew all too well was his tendency to act against every wrongdoing he observed, often overlooking his family and friends. She didn’t want to end up like that. He had passed away a month ago, and still left a sore in Flannery’s heart.
“Mark, you have a point,” she said somberly, “but while he was a great man himself, he had some… flaws.” She grabbed the fallen remote control and turned the television off. Mark sat staring at it nonetheless.
“Sure he was a tad bit… disrespectful, but look at all the lives he saved. It kinda weighs out positive, don’t ya think?” Flannery started recapping her life in her head. As a Gym Leader, it was her job not only to give out badges, but to also promote friendship between trainer and Pokemon. In this case, promoting friendship between trainers was about equal. She realized that what she would gain from the experience may just “weigh out” the losses.
“Fine, I’ll try. But you can’t come. Think what’d become of the gym?”
The two of them exchanged smiles.
It's got nothing real bad so far, but an assasination of a character is in there, so I say about PG.
Prologue
The white sparkles slowly drifted towards the ground, a mix of snow and ash from the nearby Mount Chimney. The wind swirled, producing a shimmering foreground for the beautiful picture that was Lavaridge Town in winter. But with this cold weather and the holiday spirit brightening the homes, was also a heavy blanket of tyranny. Over the last five years, the hearts of many had not felt the same warmness the holidays usually brought, because of the ominous rule of evil organizations.
After years of attempts, a mysterious force named Team Rocket had finally taken the territories of Kanto and Johto, and a similar group, Team Magma had acquired the nation of Hoenn. The Magma forces had pushed the opposition, Team Aqua, out of their own hideout, and they then set a temporary one in the Sevii Islands. But, as many know, terrors like this were almost always quelled by a valiant trainer. No such person had arrived in five years. Thus began one of the most unfortunate times in Pokemon history… or so it looked.
Chapter One: A Question of Bravery
The houses of Lavaridge outdid themselves every year with the holiday decorations, and this year was no different. Flakes of snow and ash adorned the rooftops, joined by inflatable Santas or Frostys or reindeer, all swaying in the winter breeze. Inside the houses were the usual suspects; trees, stockings, and mistletoe, hung in the most obvious places. Though the weather outside was pretty normal compared to an average Hoenn December, not a single soul laid their feet past their doorway. Urban myths like “The Magma’s will get ya!” or “They’ll send their Poochyena at you!” kept everyone locked tight in their house.
One house, however, was not adorned in lights or inflatable characters, but instead was bare except for a small wreath on the front door. Inside, it was just as barren, and the only light on was the flickering of a large television screen. Sprawled out on the green couch was a young woman with red-orange hair, dripping wet as if she had just taken a shower. She was dressed in blue and white striped pajamas and was slowly pressing a button on the remote control over and over again. Her eyes drooped, and soon enough, the control dropped and she was fast asleep, with the television news still blaring.
“Flannery! You’re never gonna believe this!” A young boy had burst down the stairs, jarring the woman’s slumber. She fell sideways, off the couch and on her back. “Next time Mark, have better timing!” Flannery stood up slowly, brushing herself off.
“Better timing?” the boy exclaimed. “This is important! And plus, you shouldn’t be falling asleep on the couch!” Flannery knew she had been bested. “What is the rush, bro?”
“There are people at the gym! I saw them from my window!” The two of them exchanged glances, Flannery’s of an icy kind and Mark’s full of anticipation. Suddenly, his face burst at the seams and erupted with bottled in laughter. Flannery sighed. “Every time you try that one on me, it gets more pathetic. You expect me to believe that for the first time in five years there was actually a trainer willing to come here for a battle? Ha!”
Flannery sat back down in the couch, and was quickly joined by her brother. The Lavaridge Evening news was still airing; complete with the constantly incorrect anchors and terribly inaccurate weather Xatu. It was almost torture watching the same people botch the news every day, followed up with an apology to the viewers the day after. Today it was an apology for a story on the health benefits of Poke Chow to humans, and how they stated that it was safe. Many a lawsuit later, they came to their fault.
“This just in,” the anchor exclaimed in false seriousness, “There has been a reported sixteen new Pokemon thefts today, a new record for the Magmas.” Mark’s happy expression melted.
“Flannery, I know how we tend to joke about it a lot, but I think that we should be serious about this for once. Someone needs to stop this!” Flannery stared at the television screen for a minute, looking at the pictures of the missing Pokemon. Things had really gotten worse, and she knew it.
“Mark, as much as I’d like to be the great hero, I just can’t leave you here. Plus, I can’t topple an entire organization on my own.”
“You wouldn’t have to worry,” Mark said, sitting straight in his seat, “’Cause I’ll be there to help!” Flannery rolled her eyes.
“You just got your trainer’s license a month ago, you expect me to let you go on a journey already?”
“Fine,” he said. “I may not be able to help, but you still could. What would grandpa have done? Sure wouldn’t be sitting on the couch dozing off!”
Flannery thought for a while. Her grandfather had been one of the most prominent people in her life, being both a father figure to her and the previous Gym Leader. He had taught her the secret to success as a trainer, and especially how to control her temper. One thing about him that Flannery knew all too well was his tendency to act against every wrongdoing he observed, often overlooking his family and friends. She didn’t want to end up like that. He had passed away a month ago, and still left a sore in Flannery’s heart.
“Mark, you have a point,” she said somberly, “but while he was a great man himself, he had some… flaws.” She grabbed the fallen remote control and turned the television off. Mark sat staring at it nonetheless.
“Sure he was a tad bit… disrespectful, but look at all the lives he saved. It kinda weighs out positive, don’t ya think?” Flannery started recapping her life in her head. As a Gym Leader, it was her job not only to give out badges, but to also promote friendship between trainer and Pokemon. In this case, promoting friendship between trainers was about equal. She realized that what she would gain from the experience may just “weigh out” the losses.
“Fine, I’ll try. But you can’t come. Think what’d become of the gym?”
The two of them exchanged smiles.
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