Another kind of 'creative process in progress' story. Also, possibly a reason for why Team Plasma wanted Victini. I haven't been able to play that scenario myself.
Is it good or bad that people can't always keep up? lol, I'm just happy writing these stories.
In process: Bidoof/Anorith/Heatran
On deck: Kyurem, Larvitar/Dwebble
Toxicroak and Victini
“Okay, we have to get rolling soon in order to be prepare the big summer blockbuster in time. The market researchers say that a superhero movie will be highly anticipated this year.”
“What kind of licenses do we have?”
“There's a few, but with the part years' successes, I think we can take a risk on something original. Further work from the researchers indicate that a partnership between a human and Pokemon would meet with a good reception... someone easy to relate to but 'cool', as would be said.”
“I have an idea! How's this?”
Dean was at home that night, kicking back in his old reliable recliner with some drinks and snacks nearby to watch the big game. Nobody had been able to come hang out and watch with him, aside from his best buddy of a Pokemon, a Toxicroak named Vance. No matter, as the alternative had been going over to a friend's house and dealing with that guy's girlfriend, who had the knack of nagging right during the best part. Vance himself was sprawled out on the floor, relaxing in his own way. Nothing was going to interrupt this night's entertainment.
Nothing, that is, save for a spontaneous blackout.
Swearing briefly, Dean got out of his chair. “Of all the rotten luck...” then he noticed a light streaming across the floor in another room. There was a soft thump as Vance flipped himself onto his feet and began hopping that way. Dean headed over too, pushing the curtain aside to see what was going on.
Much of his neighborhood was dark, so it wasn't just his problem. But above and past the roofs of the houses across the street, Dean could see a brightly lit tower standing out in the darkness. Every light in that place had to be on, so they had power still. Why not everyone else? This would take some investigation. And maybe some muscle to get things set right.
“Let's head out,” Dean said to Vance, getting a hearty croak in agreement.
“He goes off to fight someone who interrupted his show?”
“You didn't say it had to be a squeaky-clean good hero.”
“Right.”
“And he has to have a Toxicroak for that extra edge. Something unusual, sinister but not too much so, a Pokemon not normally paired with a hero. Toxicroak in particular because we have that really talented one in our Pokemon lots, but he doesn't get the screen time he deserves, in my opinion.”
“He is a good one. What kind of costume for the heroes, you think?”
“Goggles. And lots of belts.”
“Any actual clothing?”
“Of course, but the accessories have got to be right. Should be darker colored, to go with the Pokemon star. But it should be manly. you know, show off some muscles, grungy enough to not care about going into combat themselves.”
“Sounds good, but what's their goal?”
“To get the electricity back and get revenge for missing the game again. But there will be something big in the one powered building.”
Dean didn't know what the building was for; he'd ignored it previously as it seemed to be some boring office he wanted nothing to do with. Looking into it, it was still hard to tell what was going on in there. Mirrors lined the wall on the other side of the doors, only revealing brightly lit areas around it. He tried the doors, but they were locked. No issue. He had Vance bust up the glass with his fists, allowing them to step through the door frame and enter.
Once inside, the wall turned out to be simply there to disguise the first level and the massive amount of machinery there. A great many of them were clustered in large blocks, labeled 'Battery' in one area. If that was a battery, then it was a tremendous amount of power to be stored. Why was this place sucking up all the power? Whatever the reason was, he and Vance were going to put a stop to it.
Although there was a lot of noise, they were able to hear someone yelling. “What are you lazing about here for now? We were running through the initial test phases and you quitting means we've blown the power for the entire city! You're going to pay for this you, you little rat!”
“And what sort of mischief are you up to needing all this power?” Dean asked, coming up on the man, who seemed more like a sniveling rat than the one he was yelling at. Within some of the machinery, there was a small Pokemon with red fur and large ears. It was a surprise, since this Pokemon often seemed like little more than a rumor, the legendary Victini. But there he was, defiant in the face of the one holding him captive. While Dean noticed him, he opted to pretend not to care. The mirrored goggles helped, obscuring his identity and reactions. He punched one fist into the other. “You're causing a lot of people trouble, and we're here to punish rotten rats like you.”
Vance gave a long croak, hopping in place and readying himself for battle. But it wasn't a Pokemon that the scrawny guy called on. It was a battle robot, a strange one with two punching arms and three rolling feet. “What are you doing in here?” the scrawny guy said. “Security bot, get them out of the building!”
“Go for it, buddy,” Dean said, nodding to his Toxicroak.
Happy to have an unusual battle, Vance bounded forward and punched the robot on one of its arms. The robot responded by swinging its other spiked fist at him, but to no avail. Without taking a step away, Vance leaned and twisted his torso out of the punch, then rammed his claws into the robot's torso with the energy from his motions. He wouldn't be able to poison the robot, but his venom still gleamed on the injuries he had inflicted.
Meanwhile, the scrawny guy got closer to Victini, pulling out a knife. “Call your Pokemon away!” he said. “Or I'll stab this one. Your Pokemon isn't going to attack me.”
“Course he won't,” Dean said, knowing that Vance wouldn't hit a human even like this. Instead, Dean darted over and slammed his elbow into the scrawny guy's stomach. “Doesn't mean that I won't.”
Victini perked his ears up, then hopped up in spite of his chains and caused a shower of orange embers to absorb into Vance. Dean was worried for a moment of why this Pokemon would attack his when they were helping him, but it turned out to be good. With the borrowed power, Vance was able to punch the metal robot so hard that he cracked it into two. It toppled over in defeat.
“A robot?”
“An evil robot. Nobody could argue one of them getting beat up.”
“Sure, but there had better be more than one in the movie. When Victini powers up Vance, they need to be knocking around over a dozen of them.”
“Sounds good.”
“Then why is Victini in all that machinery?”
“It's a generator; I've heard some stuff about Victini that would make for a good evil scientist plot. We'd just have to get someone in to explain it to Dean, because he wouldn't care to learn otherwise.”
“Make sure the one explaining is a sexy female scientist then. A guy like that would pay attention to her.”
“You just like women in lab coats, don't you?”
“Anything wrong with that?”
“No, not really. About the generator...”
The scientist knelt down and picked up Victini, relieved to see him. “You're safe!” she said to the Pokemon. Then she smiled at Dean. “Thank you for getting him out of the generator. I didn't think they were really going to do that.”
“What were they doing with him?” he asked, although his interest was in showing enough sympathy to get her interested in going out with him later on. Women couldn't resist charm combined with concern, in his experience, and she had really fine legs.
“They were using him as the generator, to store up a tremendous amount of energy for their plans,” she explained. “Victini can theoretically produce an infinite amount of energy. He normally does this to increase the power and energy of Pokemon around him, such as he did for your Toxicroak, but they found a way to draw the energy directly from him to use as electricity.”
He frowned. “Sounds like trouble. What do they want that much energy for?”
“What would they want the power for?”
“I don't know yet. We can come up with something.”
“Robot army?”
“Could be. Or, how about a giant energy cannon? They'd use the threat of vaporizing entire cities in order to take over the world.”
“Or both?”
It was the three of them against an army of fighting robots. Victini hung in back, wearing dark shades to imitate Dean's goggles. Sometimes, he flung pillars of fire into their mindless foes, but mostly he hung back and gave Dean and Vance the power to be real heroes. Man and Toxicroak beat down all the robots in their path, leaving nothing but sparking scraps in their wake in a stunning display of fisticuffs and power.
Then they came to the center of the battle. Within the armor of a seemingly nondescript skyscraper, there was an enormous twenty story tall cannon shaft. According to their sources, it wasn't yet ready to fire. It could level this whole city within seconds. But looking up at the exposed weapon, Dean wasn't quite so sure that this cannon was inactive. There were certainly plenty more fighting robots ready to defend it.
“The things I do because of a lovely lady,” Dean said, partly mocking himself. Then he shrugged. “Let's get down to business, boys.”
The two Pokemon struck a pose, eager to keep on with the glorious battle.
“Sounds like quite a thriller.”
“It'd be a smash hit, I'm sure. Wish fulfillment and all.”
“How do we want to end it? A close victory would be great, but a twist would get everyone talking and coming back for more.”
“Right. Well how about this?”
“Let's get this settled,” Dean said, waving Vance towards the door. Filled with energy from Victini, Vance was moving about like a violet blur, slamming into the door hard enough to break it off its hinges in one clean shot. The trio then burst into the control room of the cannon. “All right, who's the chicken in charge here? We're here to knock some sense into you.”
However, there were only a trio of robots here, smarter models than they had been fighting on the way here. “Oh, Master, you've come.”
“What're you talking about?” Dean said. But then Victini darted away from them, getting onto the back of the largest chair in the room. The red Pokemon grinned at them, showing off his teeth. “Victini, what's gotten into you?”
“Master Victini is the one responsible for our creation,” the robot said.
“He wanted to have something exciting happen,” another robot added.
“Then you're the reason I've been running all over this city fighting robots and tracking down your lost energy, rather than having a good time watching sports?” Dean demanded to know of Victini, who he thought had been his ally. His fists clenched tight; even without the energy boosts, this would be a far more challenging battle than the robots.
“Victini is the evil mastermind?”
“Nobody would suspect the cute one.”
“True. But how's Dean and Vance supposed to win against the Pokemon of victory?”
“There's your close call final battle, where the outcome is uncertain.”
“And where the villain's motives are questionable.”
“It would be a surprise, causing a big stir. That's what sells movies.”
“I still don't know about that ending. But, we can figure some alternatives out.”
“Or leave it up to audience interpretation. People love that.”
“Maybe. Let's get the script started for this and figure out what kind of set the CGI crew needs to get started on.”
“This is going to be a great movie, I promise.”
“It had better be.”
…
Victini B2/W2 entry: When it shares the infinite energy it creates, that being's entire body will be overflowing with power.
Toxicroak HG/SS entry: Swaying and dodging the attacks of its foes, it weaves its flexible body in close, then lunges out with poisonous claws.
Is it good or bad that people can't always keep up? lol, I'm just happy writing these stories.
In process: Bidoof/Anorith/Heatran
On deck: Kyurem, Larvitar/Dwebble
Toxicroak and Victini
“Okay, we have to get rolling soon in order to be prepare the big summer blockbuster in time. The market researchers say that a superhero movie will be highly anticipated this year.”
“What kind of licenses do we have?”
“There's a few, but with the part years' successes, I think we can take a risk on something original. Further work from the researchers indicate that a partnership between a human and Pokemon would meet with a good reception... someone easy to relate to but 'cool', as would be said.”
“I have an idea! How's this?”
Dean was at home that night, kicking back in his old reliable recliner with some drinks and snacks nearby to watch the big game. Nobody had been able to come hang out and watch with him, aside from his best buddy of a Pokemon, a Toxicroak named Vance. No matter, as the alternative had been going over to a friend's house and dealing with that guy's girlfriend, who had the knack of nagging right during the best part. Vance himself was sprawled out on the floor, relaxing in his own way. Nothing was going to interrupt this night's entertainment.
Nothing, that is, save for a spontaneous blackout.
Swearing briefly, Dean got out of his chair. “Of all the rotten luck...” then he noticed a light streaming across the floor in another room. There was a soft thump as Vance flipped himself onto his feet and began hopping that way. Dean headed over too, pushing the curtain aside to see what was going on.
Much of his neighborhood was dark, so it wasn't just his problem. But above and past the roofs of the houses across the street, Dean could see a brightly lit tower standing out in the darkness. Every light in that place had to be on, so they had power still. Why not everyone else? This would take some investigation. And maybe some muscle to get things set right.
“Let's head out,” Dean said to Vance, getting a hearty croak in agreement.
“He goes off to fight someone who interrupted his show?”
“You didn't say it had to be a squeaky-clean good hero.”
“Right.”
“And he has to have a Toxicroak for that extra edge. Something unusual, sinister but not too much so, a Pokemon not normally paired with a hero. Toxicroak in particular because we have that really talented one in our Pokemon lots, but he doesn't get the screen time he deserves, in my opinion.”
“He is a good one. What kind of costume for the heroes, you think?”
“Goggles. And lots of belts.”
“Any actual clothing?”
“Of course, but the accessories have got to be right. Should be darker colored, to go with the Pokemon star. But it should be manly. you know, show off some muscles, grungy enough to not care about going into combat themselves.”
“Sounds good, but what's their goal?”
“To get the electricity back and get revenge for missing the game again. But there will be something big in the one powered building.”
Dean didn't know what the building was for; he'd ignored it previously as it seemed to be some boring office he wanted nothing to do with. Looking into it, it was still hard to tell what was going on in there. Mirrors lined the wall on the other side of the doors, only revealing brightly lit areas around it. He tried the doors, but they were locked. No issue. He had Vance bust up the glass with his fists, allowing them to step through the door frame and enter.
Once inside, the wall turned out to be simply there to disguise the first level and the massive amount of machinery there. A great many of them were clustered in large blocks, labeled 'Battery' in one area. If that was a battery, then it was a tremendous amount of power to be stored. Why was this place sucking up all the power? Whatever the reason was, he and Vance were going to put a stop to it.
Although there was a lot of noise, they were able to hear someone yelling. “What are you lazing about here for now? We were running through the initial test phases and you quitting means we've blown the power for the entire city! You're going to pay for this you, you little rat!”
“And what sort of mischief are you up to needing all this power?” Dean asked, coming up on the man, who seemed more like a sniveling rat than the one he was yelling at. Within some of the machinery, there was a small Pokemon with red fur and large ears. It was a surprise, since this Pokemon often seemed like little more than a rumor, the legendary Victini. But there he was, defiant in the face of the one holding him captive. While Dean noticed him, he opted to pretend not to care. The mirrored goggles helped, obscuring his identity and reactions. He punched one fist into the other. “You're causing a lot of people trouble, and we're here to punish rotten rats like you.”
Vance gave a long croak, hopping in place and readying himself for battle. But it wasn't a Pokemon that the scrawny guy called on. It was a battle robot, a strange one with two punching arms and three rolling feet. “What are you doing in here?” the scrawny guy said. “Security bot, get them out of the building!”
“Go for it, buddy,” Dean said, nodding to his Toxicroak.
Happy to have an unusual battle, Vance bounded forward and punched the robot on one of its arms. The robot responded by swinging its other spiked fist at him, but to no avail. Without taking a step away, Vance leaned and twisted his torso out of the punch, then rammed his claws into the robot's torso with the energy from his motions. He wouldn't be able to poison the robot, but his venom still gleamed on the injuries he had inflicted.
Meanwhile, the scrawny guy got closer to Victini, pulling out a knife. “Call your Pokemon away!” he said. “Or I'll stab this one. Your Pokemon isn't going to attack me.”
“Course he won't,” Dean said, knowing that Vance wouldn't hit a human even like this. Instead, Dean darted over and slammed his elbow into the scrawny guy's stomach. “Doesn't mean that I won't.”
Victini perked his ears up, then hopped up in spite of his chains and caused a shower of orange embers to absorb into Vance. Dean was worried for a moment of why this Pokemon would attack his when they were helping him, but it turned out to be good. With the borrowed power, Vance was able to punch the metal robot so hard that he cracked it into two. It toppled over in defeat.
“A robot?”
“An evil robot. Nobody could argue one of them getting beat up.”
“Sure, but there had better be more than one in the movie. When Victini powers up Vance, they need to be knocking around over a dozen of them.”
“Sounds good.”
“Then why is Victini in all that machinery?”
“It's a generator; I've heard some stuff about Victini that would make for a good evil scientist plot. We'd just have to get someone in to explain it to Dean, because he wouldn't care to learn otherwise.”
“Make sure the one explaining is a sexy female scientist then. A guy like that would pay attention to her.”
“You just like women in lab coats, don't you?”
“Anything wrong with that?”
“No, not really. About the generator...”
The scientist knelt down and picked up Victini, relieved to see him. “You're safe!” she said to the Pokemon. Then she smiled at Dean. “Thank you for getting him out of the generator. I didn't think they were really going to do that.”
“What were they doing with him?” he asked, although his interest was in showing enough sympathy to get her interested in going out with him later on. Women couldn't resist charm combined with concern, in his experience, and she had really fine legs.
“They were using him as the generator, to store up a tremendous amount of energy for their plans,” she explained. “Victini can theoretically produce an infinite amount of energy. He normally does this to increase the power and energy of Pokemon around him, such as he did for your Toxicroak, but they found a way to draw the energy directly from him to use as electricity.”
He frowned. “Sounds like trouble. What do they want that much energy for?”
“What would they want the power for?”
“I don't know yet. We can come up with something.”
“Robot army?”
“Could be. Or, how about a giant energy cannon? They'd use the threat of vaporizing entire cities in order to take over the world.”
“Or both?”
It was the three of them against an army of fighting robots. Victini hung in back, wearing dark shades to imitate Dean's goggles. Sometimes, he flung pillars of fire into their mindless foes, but mostly he hung back and gave Dean and Vance the power to be real heroes. Man and Toxicroak beat down all the robots in their path, leaving nothing but sparking scraps in their wake in a stunning display of fisticuffs and power.
Then they came to the center of the battle. Within the armor of a seemingly nondescript skyscraper, there was an enormous twenty story tall cannon shaft. According to their sources, it wasn't yet ready to fire. It could level this whole city within seconds. But looking up at the exposed weapon, Dean wasn't quite so sure that this cannon was inactive. There were certainly plenty more fighting robots ready to defend it.
“The things I do because of a lovely lady,” Dean said, partly mocking himself. Then he shrugged. “Let's get down to business, boys.”
The two Pokemon struck a pose, eager to keep on with the glorious battle.
“Sounds like quite a thriller.”
“It'd be a smash hit, I'm sure. Wish fulfillment and all.”
“How do we want to end it? A close victory would be great, but a twist would get everyone talking and coming back for more.”
“Right. Well how about this?”
“Let's get this settled,” Dean said, waving Vance towards the door. Filled with energy from Victini, Vance was moving about like a violet blur, slamming into the door hard enough to break it off its hinges in one clean shot. The trio then burst into the control room of the cannon. “All right, who's the chicken in charge here? We're here to knock some sense into you.”
However, there were only a trio of robots here, smarter models than they had been fighting on the way here. “Oh, Master, you've come.”
“What're you talking about?” Dean said. But then Victini darted away from them, getting onto the back of the largest chair in the room. The red Pokemon grinned at them, showing off his teeth. “Victini, what's gotten into you?”
“Master Victini is the one responsible for our creation,” the robot said.
“He wanted to have something exciting happen,” another robot added.
“Then you're the reason I've been running all over this city fighting robots and tracking down your lost energy, rather than having a good time watching sports?” Dean demanded to know of Victini, who he thought had been his ally. His fists clenched tight; even without the energy boosts, this would be a far more challenging battle than the robots.
“Victini is the evil mastermind?”
“Nobody would suspect the cute one.”
“True. But how's Dean and Vance supposed to win against the Pokemon of victory?”
“There's your close call final battle, where the outcome is uncertain.”
“And where the villain's motives are questionable.”
“It would be a surprise, causing a big stir. That's what sells movies.”
“I still don't know about that ending. But, we can figure some alternatives out.”
“Or leave it up to audience interpretation. People love that.”
“Maybe. Let's get the script started for this and figure out what kind of set the CGI crew needs to get started on.”
“This is going to be a great movie, I promise.”
“It had better be.”
…
Victini B2/W2 entry: When it shares the infinite energy it creates, that being's entire body will be overflowing with power.
Toxicroak HG/SS entry: Swaying and dodging the attacks of its foes, it weaves its flexible body in close, then lunges out with poisonous claws.