The plot has something that had to do with an event that happened during the GSC series of Pokemon Adventures(the manga)
Warning: There might be some spoilers included for people who have not read the manga Pokemon Adventures for the GSC series(well, duh). xP
Progress so far:
Prologue: Just a messenger(Done)
Chapter One: In which a wish comes true in a twisted way(Done)
Chapter Two: In which there is much rain and pondering(Done)
Chapter Three: In which Ditto's rival appears(Done/Considering)
Chapter Four: In which Rai-ick "helps" and there is an information overload(Done/Pending for further edits)
Chapter Five: (Sort/of/started. About... 0.0000001% done! X_x'')
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Characters so far:
Tarek-kay/Tarek(for short):
Obnoxious Ditto sent by Prof. Oak to do an observation in another world.
Rai-ick/Rai(for short):
Described by Tarek as his "rival"...Or is he? Nuff said fer now. xD
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Prologue: Just a messenger
A single clatter of windows slamming shut, a flap of my wings and I was on my way. Again. With the wind blowing straight in my face, streaming up my beak and feathers all a mess, I was on a mission. Clearly, the Man in White hadn’t been fully awake and so had just manage to stagger to my Pokeball to release me and send me on my way instead of sending himself there. The person I’d been sent to was…interesting enough, but still, it was rather demeaning for a ditto of my stature to be reduced to a messenger.
I let out a deep, heartfelt sigh that came out as a pathetic little chirp before I returned my attention back to where it was supposed to be focused at: my surroundings, location, destination and navigations. Sadly enough, I did not have the luxury of extra time to ponder what this “alternate worlds theorem” the Man in White had been muttering about had to do with my quest.
I noticed that he’d been fiddling about with the phone on his table, trying to contact someone whom he called “Gold”(now, who could that be?), then giving up and saying that he’d send me to find “Red”, the boy(I knew this ‘un, almost everyone did) being the last person who had been sighted with Gold.
Many people say it’s fun to fly. I’m usually on their side, that is, if I’m not in the middle of gale force winds and there’s a water spout heading in my direction. On this particular morning however, all was well. The sun was up, the bird-like pokemon were chirruping sweetly(and loudly) and smooth flying conditions were enjoyed by those capable of flight.
I decided to speed up a little and flapped harder while trying to seem like I wasn’t in a hurry at all(albeit trying to keep at least a scrap of dignity instead of flapping about like a lunatic). Ah, almost there: a small peaceful countryside house in the midst of the settlement otherwise known as Pallet Town. Keeping in mind that-
SPLAT
Stupid lamp-post.
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Alright. Chapter One might be a trifle confusing for someone who's never read Pokemon Adventures, but please bear with me! XD And it might be somewhat rushed.
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Chapter One: In which a wish comes true in a twisted way
Around an hour later…
In a whole different world…
Humph. Some “short trip”. I was now rocking upon my talons in the form of a pidgey, my brown to sandy shaded feathers buffeted by the blasts of wind created by the onrushing spurt of almost continuous traffic, caused by the busy cars streaming down the highway and past my tree.
Come to think of it, how had I ended up here, anyway? Oh, righto:
The pidgey fluttered back through the window of the lab and came to rest upon a perch, its surface worn down from use. I looked around, surveying the all too familiar scene before me. The usual stack of books piled here and there in a random fashion upon shelves and desktops, and worse: the Pokeballs, those cruel instruments in which humans found power to restrain us, each one containing a different specimen of Pokemon. They were all nestled there in neat rows on the Professor’s shelves.
“Have you found him?” came a sudden voice from another corner of the room. I jerked in surprise, not expecting such a straightforward query. The Man in White looked up at me from his pile of documents heaped across his desk. I gave a bird-ish shrug of my shoulders and shook my head. “Ah.” The Prof. slumped back into his chair, scrubbing at his bloodshot eyes. Strange. I’d never seen him work that hard before, at least put that much effort so as to strain his visual orbs.
“I’d forgotten. Red set off with Green quite some time ago. So now, Chris, Silver and Gold are all gone too…I can’t garner that necessary information: what it was like to enter Celebi’s realm, the realm of time-traveling.” Then, the Man in White’s gaze traveled around the room, finally landing straight on me. Several long moments passed, with both of us staring back at each other. The Professor’s expression was unreadable. I, on the other hand, was wondering if all that researching had finally succeeded in cracking his brain.
After what seemed like half an eternity later, Prof Oak seemed to emerge from his reverie at last, remarking to me that I’d been just “the perfect test subject” and also how he could have possibly missed it. I shook out my ruffled feathers in confusion. These humans were just plain daft. At least, we Pokemon had our own logical reasons for doing weird things.
Then the professor got up suddenly and started bustling around the lab, searching for something he called a “Portal Opening Remote” or in short, the POR. I watched on with a rising amount of amusement, especially when the poor human had to bend himself downwards and crawl along the floor. When the Man in White got up at long last, he turned towards me with something that looked roughly like a kaleidoscope. It even had two ends for seeing through it. It was only at that particular point of time when the POR as the Prof. called it, made its appearance that he started explaining to me what he had been working so hard for.
The POR, or the kaleidoscope shaped object, was a tool that the Man in White had been working on for an extended length of time. It had the power(according to the prof.) to travel to a whole different world. Before I even had time to swallow this piece of rather unbelievable information, the wretched man rushed on to tell me about a certain battle that had taken place around one or two years ago. It’d been centered around the time-traveling Pokemon Celebi. The world of time had also been intruded upon as well, in the midst of the heated battle, which had caused the Man in White to ponder upon the possible existence of other worlds.
Short pause all around. I waited. And waited. I was waiting for the burst of laughter that would come from the Man in White, waiting to hear him say that it was all a great big joke, waiting for him to get me back into my Pokeball. But all these self-predicted actions never came. The Man in White was looking as serious as I’d ever seen him. So I just turned my back on him. Sounds silly right now, come to think of it. But what else could I’ve done? Destroy the POR? Oh, I should have. Could have. Would have. But I didn’t.
Then the Prof, possibly feeling rather awkward in the prolonged silence, started mumbling about how the Celebi must have sealed off the portals connecting the worlds from humans, since the strands of human DNA sent in through the portal by him had been instantly destroyed. But not a Pokemon’s. Oh, so that was it. The Man in White wanted me to go investigate that other world.
That I had the power to shape change, to “adapt to almost any other environment”, was his excuse in booting me out to undergo this dangerous task. Yeah, right. The power to adapt. Just because I was a ditto. Some” power”. And then he added with a weak grin that wasn’t this what I wanted? Freedom with no human to tell me off, boss me around?
And that, was how I came into this supposed “other world” with the stupid heavy POR clutched in my talons. Moral of the story: never ever wish for something that you know is practically impossible. It might just come true. In a particularly twisted way…
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O____o'' EGADS. ...Um...I'll edit any mistakes or whatevers tommorrow or something, cos' I'm in a hurry to post this. X_x Comments, constructive critisism(sp?) are welcome!
Warning: There might be some spoilers included for people who have not read the manga Pokemon Adventures for the GSC series(well, duh). xP
Progress so far:
Prologue: Just a messenger(Done)
Chapter One: In which a wish comes true in a twisted way(Done)
Chapter Two: In which there is much rain and pondering(Done)
Chapter Three: In which Ditto's rival appears(Done/Considering)
Chapter Four: In which Rai-ick "helps" and there is an information overload(Done/Pending for further edits)
Chapter Five: (Sort/of/started. About... 0.0000001% done! X_x'')
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Characters so far:
Tarek-kay/Tarek(for short):
Obnoxious Ditto sent by Prof. Oak to do an observation in another world.
Rai-ick/Rai(for short):
Described by Tarek as his "rival"...Or is he? Nuff said fer now. xD
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Prologue: Just a messenger
A single clatter of windows slamming shut, a flap of my wings and I was on my way. Again. With the wind blowing straight in my face, streaming up my beak and feathers all a mess, I was on a mission. Clearly, the Man in White hadn’t been fully awake and so had just manage to stagger to my Pokeball to release me and send me on my way instead of sending himself there. The person I’d been sent to was…interesting enough, but still, it was rather demeaning for a ditto of my stature to be reduced to a messenger.
I let out a deep, heartfelt sigh that came out as a pathetic little chirp before I returned my attention back to where it was supposed to be focused at: my surroundings, location, destination and navigations. Sadly enough, I did not have the luxury of extra time to ponder what this “alternate worlds theorem” the Man in White had been muttering about had to do with my quest.
I noticed that he’d been fiddling about with the phone on his table, trying to contact someone whom he called “Gold”(now, who could that be?), then giving up and saying that he’d send me to find “Red”, the boy(I knew this ‘un, almost everyone did) being the last person who had been sighted with Gold.
Many people say it’s fun to fly. I’m usually on their side, that is, if I’m not in the middle of gale force winds and there’s a water spout heading in my direction. On this particular morning however, all was well. The sun was up, the bird-like pokemon were chirruping sweetly(and loudly) and smooth flying conditions were enjoyed by those capable of flight.
I decided to speed up a little and flapped harder while trying to seem like I wasn’t in a hurry at all(albeit trying to keep at least a scrap of dignity instead of flapping about like a lunatic). Ah, almost there: a small peaceful countryside house in the midst of the settlement otherwise known as Pallet Town. Keeping in mind that-
SPLAT
Stupid lamp-post.
----------------------------------
Alright. Chapter One might be a trifle confusing for someone who's never read Pokemon Adventures, but please bear with me! XD And it might be somewhat rushed.
---------------------------------------------------
Chapter One: In which a wish comes true in a twisted way
Around an hour later…
In a whole different world…
Humph. Some “short trip”. I was now rocking upon my talons in the form of a pidgey, my brown to sandy shaded feathers buffeted by the blasts of wind created by the onrushing spurt of almost continuous traffic, caused by the busy cars streaming down the highway and past my tree.
Come to think of it, how had I ended up here, anyway? Oh, righto:
The pidgey fluttered back through the window of the lab and came to rest upon a perch, its surface worn down from use. I looked around, surveying the all too familiar scene before me. The usual stack of books piled here and there in a random fashion upon shelves and desktops, and worse: the Pokeballs, those cruel instruments in which humans found power to restrain us, each one containing a different specimen of Pokemon. They were all nestled there in neat rows on the Professor’s shelves.
“Have you found him?” came a sudden voice from another corner of the room. I jerked in surprise, not expecting such a straightforward query. The Man in White looked up at me from his pile of documents heaped across his desk. I gave a bird-ish shrug of my shoulders and shook my head. “Ah.” The Prof. slumped back into his chair, scrubbing at his bloodshot eyes. Strange. I’d never seen him work that hard before, at least put that much effort so as to strain his visual orbs.
“I’d forgotten. Red set off with Green quite some time ago. So now, Chris, Silver and Gold are all gone too…I can’t garner that necessary information: what it was like to enter Celebi’s realm, the realm of time-traveling.” Then, the Man in White’s gaze traveled around the room, finally landing straight on me. Several long moments passed, with both of us staring back at each other. The Professor’s expression was unreadable. I, on the other hand, was wondering if all that researching had finally succeeded in cracking his brain.
After what seemed like half an eternity later, Prof Oak seemed to emerge from his reverie at last, remarking to me that I’d been just “the perfect test subject” and also how he could have possibly missed it. I shook out my ruffled feathers in confusion. These humans were just plain daft. At least, we Pokemon had our own logical reasons for doing weird things.
Then the professor got up suddenly and started bustling around the lab, searching for something he called a “Portal Opening Remote” or in short, the POR. I watched on with a rising amount of amusement, especially when the poor human had to bend himself downwards and crawl along the floor. When the Man in White got up at long last, he turned towards me with something that looked roughly like a kaleidoscope. It even had two ends for seeing through it. It was only at that particular point of time when the POR as the Prof. called it, made its appearance that he started explaining to me what he had been working so hard for.
The POR, or the kaleidoscope shaped object, was a tool that the Man in White had been working on for an extended length of time. It had the power(according to the prof.) to travel to a whole different world. Before I even had time to swallow this piece of rather unbelievable information, the wretched man rushed on to tell me about a certain battle that had taken place around one or two years ago. It’d been centered around the time-traveling Pokemon Celebi. The world of time had also been intruded upon as well, in the midst of the heated battle, which had caused the Man in White to ponder upon the possible existence of other worlds.
Short pause all around. I waited. And waited. I was waiting for the burst of laughter that would come from the Man in White, waiting to hear him say that it was all a great big joke, waiting for him to get me back into my Pokeball. But all these self-predicted actions never came. The Man in White was looking as serious as I’d ever seen him. So I just turned my back on him. Sounds silly right now, come to think of it. But what else could I’ve done? Destroy the POR? Oh, I should have. Could have. Would have. But I didn’t.
Then the Prof, possibly feeling rather awkward in the prolonged silence, started mumbling about how the Celebi must have sealed off the portals connecting the worlds from humans, since the strands of human DNA sent in through the portal by him had been instantly destroyed. But not a Pokemon’s. Oh, so that was it. The Man in White wanted me to go investigate that other world.
That I had the power to shape change, to “adapt to almost any other environment”, was his excuse in booting me out to undergo this dangerous task. Yeah, right. The power to adapt. Just because I was a ditto. Some” power”. And then he added with a weak grin that wasn’t this what I wanted? Freedom with no human to tell me off, boss me around?
And that, was how I came into this supposed “other world” with the stupid heavy POR clutched in my talons. Moral of the story: never ever wish for something that you know is practically impossible. It might just come true. In a particularly twisted way…
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O____o'' EGADS. ...Um...I'll edit any mistakes or whatevers tommorrow or something, cos' I'm in a hurry to post this. X_x Comments, constructive critisism(sp?) are welcome!
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