Now as promised, the third of my doubles. I haven't played Pokemon Ranger myself, but it looks nifty.
Btw, when I was looking up this pair, I noticed that Donphan can learn Rapid Spin... thinks of a two hundred pound plus critter spinning rapidly... scary!
In Process: Snorlax
On Deck: Ditto, Snorunt
PHANPY
Fire Red entry: As a sign of affection, it bumps with its snout. However, it is so strong, it may send you flying.
DONPHAN
Sapphire entry: If Donphan were to tackle with its hard body, even a house could be destroyed. Using its massive strength, the Pokemon helps clear rock and mud slides that block mountain trails.
Orange Canyon was one of the most beautiful landscapes in the world, but also one of the deadliest. The brilliant orange, red, and yellow stone walls were sheer drops to the canyon floor, sometimes two hundred feet below. The pristine Manaphy River came in extreme white water rapids, only for the expert boater. And the patches of greenery scattered along the canyon floor often held unique Pokemon. Uniquely dangerous, though, as the land was much harsher than it appeared to be. Pokemon always mirrored the land they had come from.
The trails that ran up and down the canyon walls were often narrow and steep. Therefore, it was somewhat of a surprise to see a large Donphan walking down one of these paths. He was three and a half feet high and bulky with muscles, but he carefully picked his way down the canyon trail. A Pokemon Ranger walked in front of him, wearing the traditional red hat and jacket. A Ranger’s jacket was a valuable piece of his equipment. It was the Swiss Army knife of clothing, a light looking piece that held far more uses than one would imagine.
Behind the Donphan walked a Phanpy. This smaller blue Pokemon kept hold of the Donphan’s tail as they walked along. Behind that Phanpy was another Phanpy, and a third tagged along at the rear. They all flapped their ears periodically; it was already warm and small Bugs were trying to bother them. These four and their Ranger were responsible for keeping the camping area safe and enjoyable for visiting campers.
“This doesn’t look good,” the Ranger said as they got to the canyon floor. There was a pile of yellow-orange rocks a short distance ahead, evidence of a rock slide. He had brought his team down when a camper registered at this location failed to show up. Parts of the wall were always coming loose, thanks to a proliferation of rock-eaters like Geodude and Arron. The Ranger snapped his fingers. “You three, go check it out.”
Obediently, the three Phanpys left the line and rolled ahead. They were noticeably faster than the muddy brown Donphan, but all the members of this team were valuable. At the pile of rocks, the Phanpys sniffed around with their snouts. One trumpeted, then the other two joined in. They smelled a human trapped under the rocks.
“Is the person you smell alive?” the Ranger asked.
They gave two short bursts. Yes, they smelled a living person.
“Donphan, clear the rocks, but be careful. Number three, keep your nose on the pile. One and two, clear the smaller rocks and push them away.”
The four trumpeted in agreement and went to work. The Donphan picked up the largest rocks and set them aside. One Phanpy would then push the rocks out of the way while the other picked up what rocks she could handle. The third watched the pile, occasionally telling her partners when the pile got unstable.
In the meantime, the Ranger pulled out his radio. “Canyon Headquarters, this is Ranger Phil. I’ve got a camper trapped under a rockslide; we’ll need a medical teleport.”
“Confirming location... we’re getting the medical team out, wait there.”
“Roger.”
The supervising Phanpy called, “Phaaaa!” That was a definite call for Phil to come check something out.
The Ranger went over. The Donphan was setting down a large sheet of rock, but didn’t move to take another off. “What’s the hold up?”
“Fee,” she pointed, tapping a gray rock with her snout.
A gray rock? There weren’t any gray rocks native to Orange Canyon, at least none he’d seen. Ranger Phil touched it. There was a warmth to it, and a pulse of energy. “It’s an Onix, I think. Hmm.”
The Ranger then pulled a small gun out of his jacket. His Pokemon looked at it warily; it was sometimes necessary, even if it stung. There were spray medicines that could heal Pokemon. These were either sprayed directly onto a wound or into a Pokemon’s mouth. But if the Pokemon was too injured and couldn’t swallow anything, this needle gun was needed to apply the medicine. Phil loaded a Revive dose into it and injected it.
It took a moment, but the Onix regained consciousness. Finding herself covered in rocks, she shook the pile away and caused two of the Phanpys to squeal. Her trainer, a geologist who’d come looking for fossils, had been right under her.
Phil pulled out a bottle of vitamin water, specially enhanced to assist victims of dehydration. “Here you are, sir. We’ll have a healer out here for you shortly.”
“Thank you,” the geologist mumbled before taking a long drink of water.
“Your Onix protected you well; doesn’t appear to be much wrong with you.”
The Onix made a proud purring sound, something odd coming from a creature made of rocks.
“I’m sorry, Shale,” the geologist said. “I should have listened to you. I was so upset when you blacked out.”
“Phaa,” Phanpy Number Three replied and patted the geologist on the shoulder. Unfortunately, this pushed him over.
Phil smiled despite himself. “Oh, sorry sir. The little guys often don’t know their own strength.”
) make pearls by coating a clump of sand or a small pebble in layers of what is effectively hardened saliva until it is smooth enough to not bother them.