Well, seeing as my RP is dying, and I really liked the idea I had for it, I decided to turn it into a story. Anyways, yeah.
Rated R for violence, death, swearing and etc.
This is mostly a tenitive prod at writing my rp into a story format, mostly as the damn idea has given me writers block for my pokemon stories again. Mostly because I can't focus on them now >> just too many ideas bouncing about atm. I will continue to post this if it gets good feedback, and if it doesn't get many reviews I'll just keep writing it somewhere else for my friends to read.
In the begining, there were only two of everything. Of man, and pokemon. Male and Female. But something happened, something changed. Drastically. Life was altered for all. Man and Pokemon alike.
Some died out entirely, some thrived. Man included. Over time, man came to befriend pokemon. Though some abused this and came to enslave the pokemon. Or steal them. To protect them, a man figured out how to “capture” them, to keep them safe from theives and abusers. And while some still abused or treated pokemon like slaves, they were far and few between.
Peace riegned mostly for the years that followed... Untill..
No one knows exactly what happened, save for four beings. The cause of the war. The two that witnessed the one that caused it to happen. And the one that forsaw it.
And now, in a hellish future centuries past the end of the war, things are growing grim.
Victor was not amused. He seriously, was not amused. Nor pleased or happy or anything else in any way. This little fat brat was blathering on to him about not having electricity, how she demanded he get her pokemon, and basically treating him as if he was her slave.
What ****** Victor off the most though, was that where everyone else realised to back the **** off and stop pissing off a dude that gave off vibes as creepy as anything, she continued on, trying to bully him, it seemed, to do her bidding.
“For the love of my ears, cow, shut the hell up!” He snarled, interupting her. “Here you go babbling on about how pokeballs are evil, how I should lower myself as to go and pilfer from my own underling for pokemon he caught fair and squarely, and then you go and ***** at me about electiricty when you know what it does to the poor electric types used for it! It's death for them! So why don't you shut your big, fat *** mouth you fat, stupid *****, oh wait. I bet you're too stupid to even understand the concept of shutting the **** up. Let me do it for you!”
The young woman never knew what hit her as in a blur, Victor was before her and her throat was slit. Hissing in contempt he kicked the bleeding, lifeless form thats face held a shocked expression even in death. “I'm not even going to feed this to Ruth,” Victor muttered, harshly kicking the body in the stomach, barely causing it to roll over. Not because Victor was weak, but because well, the idiot woman had been that much of a cow.
“JOTHAM!” Victor bellowed, glancing to the door. There was a moment's pause before a sound of a rushing/cursing figure approaching, and then a man with blue/black hair, dark violet/amber eyes and a tanned complexion pushed his head into the room, not scared, but there was a look of aprehension on his face.
Victor pointed to the dead body with a disgusted look as if saying ‘remove this scum from my office boy,’. Jotham's look evolved into a slight scowl as he looked at the dead body. Damn *****, he thought to himself while entering the room. She just had to piss Bossman off, and get herself killed. Now he had to do cleanup duty. Again. Like the last three times.
Stupid *****.
Jotham was annoyed at having to haul the dead body outside to let the wild pokemon deal with it. But he did get some pleasure out of letting Starr toy with the dead girls pokemon before they too were left to rot in the sun.
Eres frowned while skimming through a scroll unrolled upon his desk. The writing seemed to be in some ancient language that no one seemed able to read. Well, outside of himself. And whatever he was reading upon that scroll, Eres did not like. At all. Leaning back after scrutinizing the roll some more, the man rubbed at light blue eyes with a sigh before allowing the hand to run through slightly greasy, unkept black hair.
“Damnit all,” Eres grumbled, turning a halfhearted glare onto the scroll. “Why can't you tell me something I don't already know. I need to know where they are, not just that they guard the keys, you foolish thing.”
The scroll lay unmoving, and Eres frowned, what was wrong with him. Had he lost his mind? He was talking with an inanimate object.
Letting out a sigh, Eres shifted before pushing himself out of his chair then gathered the scroll up. Re-rolling it before securing the ties to keep it bound, Eres walked over to a shelf where some other scrolls much like the one he held, lay, then placed it amongst the others. He had gleamed nothing from that, and felt that the others would hold the same information as the last one. Here he was, collecting scraps while he was sure Victor had atleast one of the three keys... though the fact Eres had charges to watch over kept the man from striding into the lair of that cruel man and seeing if his hunch was right.
There was an uneasy truce between them, and Eres was not going to be the one to break it and have all the children he watched over put into danger. Closing his eyes, Eres tried to keep the frustraited anger at bay. This wasn't fair, but from what he remembered, nothing ever had been for him. But atleast now he could atone for what he had caused, and maybe, if he was lucky, prevent something worse happening.
But Eres was brought out of his brooding as a childlike wail of his name pierced the shell he had been working himself into. Blinking his eyes, Eres swore as he came too, and darted out of his ‘study’, cursing once more under his breath he ran down the hall and to where the cry was coming from again before skidding to a stop with the third sigh of the hour. It was only little Lucy, sobbing for Eres to hold her as it seemed Nathan or Emily had stolen her rag doll again.
“Come here Lucy, Eres will make it all better,” he murmured, scooping the youngster into his arms. Lucy started to calm down as she clutched at him, attaching in such a way Eres had to wonder if, untill children became adults, were they half Treecko? For they seemed to stick to him like one. Shaking his head slightly to clear the thought away, he looked down at Lucy, “Lets go see if we can't find your dolly, hm?” Eres murmured softly and exited the room with the girl, going to see who was the culprit here.
Rated R for violence, death, swearing and etc.
This is mostly a tenitive prod at writing my rp into a story format, mostly as the damn idea has given me writers block for my pokemon stories again. Mostly because I can't focus on them now >> just too many ideas bouncing about atm. I will continue to post this if it gets good feedback, and if it doesn't get many reviews I'll just keep writing it somewhere else for my friends to read.
˜ † ‡ • Prolouge • ‡ † ˜
In the begining, there were only two of everything. Of man, and pokemon. Male and Female. But something happened, something changed. Drastically. Life was altered for all. Man and Pokemon alike.
Some died out entirely, some thrived. Man included. Over time, man came to befriend pokemon. Though some abused this and came to enslave the pokemon. Or steal them. To protect them, a man figured out how to “capture” them, to keep them safe from theives and abusers. And while some still abused or treated pokemon like slaves, they were far and few between.
Peace riegned mostly for the years that followed... Untill..
No one knows exactly what happened, save for four beings. The cause of the war. The two that witnessed the one that caused it to happen. And the one that forsaw it.
And now, in a hellish future centuries past the end of the war, things are growing grim.
˜ † ‡ • Chapter One • ‡ † ˜
Victor was not amused. He seriously, was not amused. Nor pleased or happy or anything else in any way. This little fat brat was blathering on to him about not having electricity, how she demanded he get her pokemon, and basically treating him as if he was her slave.
What ****** Victor off the most though, was that where everyone else realised to back the **** off and stop pissing off a dude that gave off vibes as creepy as anything, she continued on, trying to bully him, it seemed, to do her bidding.
“For the love of my ears, cow, shut the hell up!” He snarled, interupting her. “Here you go babbling on about how pokeballs are evil, how I should lower myself as to go and pilfer from my own underling for pokemon he caught fair and squarely, and then you go and ***** at me about electiricty when you know what it does to the poor electric types used for it! It's death for them! So why don't you shut your big, fat *** mouth you fat, stupid *****, oh wait. I bet you're too stupid to even understand the concept of shutting the **** up. Let me do it for you!”
The young woman never knew what hit her as in a blur, Victor was before her and her throat was slit. Hissing in contempt he kicked the bleeding, lifeless form thats face held a shocked expression even in death. “I'm not even going to feed this to Ruth,” Victor muttered, harshly kicking the body in the stomach, barely causing it to roll over. Not because Victor was weak, but because well, the idiot woman had been that much of a cow.
“JOTHAM!” Victor bellowed, glancing to the door. There was a moment's pause before a sound of a rushing/cursing figure approaching, and then a man with blue/black hair, dark violet/amber eyes and a tanned complexion pushed his head into the room, not scared, but there was a look of aprehension on his face.
Victor pointed to the dead body with a disgusted look as if saying ‘remove this scum from my office boy,’. Jotham's look evolved into a slight scowl as he looked at the dead body. Damn *****, he thought to himself while entering the room. She just had to piss Bossman off, and get herself killed. Now he had to do cleanup duty. Again. Like the last three times.
Stupid *****.
Jotham was annoyed at having to haul the dead body outside to let the wild pokemon deal with it. But he did get some pleasure out of letting Starr toy with the dead girls pokemon before they too were left to rot in the sun.
˜ † ‡ • ‡ † ˜
Eres frowned while skimming through a scroll unrolled upon his desk. The writing seemed to be in some ancient language that no one seemed able to read. Well, outside of himself. And whatever he was reading upon that scroll, Eres did not like. At all. Leaning back after scrutinizing the roll some more, the man rubbed at light blue eyes with a sigh before allowing the hand to run through slightly greasy, unkept black hair.
“Damnit all,” Eres grumbled, turning a halfhearted glare onto the scroll. “Why can't you tell me something I don't already know. I need to know where they are, not just that they guard the keys, you foolish thing.”
The scroll lay unmoving, and Eres frowned, what was wrong with him. Had he lost his mind? He was talking with an inanimate object.
Letting out a sigh, Eres shifted before pushing himself out of his chair then gathered the scroll up. Re-rolling it before securing the ties to keep it bound, Eres walked over to a shelf where some other scrolls much like the one he held, lay, then placed it amongst the others. He had gleamed nothing from that, and felt that the others would hold the same information as the last one. Here he was, collecting scraps while he was sure Victor had atleast one of the three keys... though the fact Eres had charges to watch over kept the man from striding into the lair of that cruel man and seeing if his hunch was right.
There was an uneasy truce between them, and Eres was not going to be the one to break it and have all the children he watched over put into danger. Closing his eyes, Eres tried to keep the frustraited anger at bay. This wasn't fair, but from what he remembered, nothing ever had been for him. But atleast now he could atone for what he had caused, and maybe, if he was lucky, prevent something worse happening.
But Eres was brought out of his brooding as a childlike wail of his name pierced the shell he had been working himself into. Blinking his eyes, Eres swore as he came too, and darted out of his ‘study’, cursing once more under his breath he ran down the hall and to where the cry was coming from again before skidding to a stop with the third sigh of the hour. It was only little Lucy, sobbing for Eres to hold her as it seemed Nathan or Emily had stolen her rag doll again.
“Come here Lucy, Eres will make it all better,” he murmured, scooping the youngster into his arms. Lucy started to calm down as she clutched at him, attaching in such a way Eres had to wonder if, untill children became adults, were they half Treecko? For they seemed to stick to him like one. Shaking his head slightly to clear the thought away, he looked down at Lucy, “Lets go see if we can't find your dolly, hm?” Eres murmured softly and exited the room with the girl, going to see who was the culprit here.
To Be Continued
Just keep trying to put more life-like rhythmn to your words and description and this story could turn out just fine. Keep up the work!