Air Dragon
Ha, ha... not.
Hey all! it's me again! Just thought i'd try for some variety by writing up a second-shorter fic than The Corei Quest alongside it. Maybe some more stuff will come to me for that over time. i'll post the prologue for now and based on your reviews will decide to keep updating or keep focus on TCQ. Enjoy!
Prologue
“Oh man, I am so damn late!” A loud, New Yorker accent yelled.
The speaker was a tall, lanky sixteen year old boy, running down the silver and gold paved road to the Kanto/Johto Pokémon League HQ: the Indigo Plateau. The boy had black spiky hair and chestnut brown eyes that matched his tracksuit. His blue-and white Saucony trainers thudded on the stone steps as he raced up towards the glass doors. He’d been here two years ago, but the occasion this time around was different, bigger… and about to leave him behind!
The boy was Skip Morrison, former Kanto Pokémon Champion and former Silver Conference Champion (a few years apart of course, though such niggling details were annoying to Skip), and seriously out of breathe as he burst through the automatic doors smack into a young girl.
“Oww! Hey watch it, you!” she cried in an upper class British accent, picking herself off thee floor and glaring at the older youth through angry sea blue eyes.
“Well, excuuuse me!” Skip grumbled, lifting himself off the floor to peer at the brash child. To Skip, she barely looked older that eleven, her violet hair worn short and clipped at the front with a bright yellow hairpin. The girl seemed to have a deep liking for looking regal in a casual way; she donned all in purple: purple jacket, tee shirt, shorts (which left a lot of her lower body showing) Like anyone’d want to look, Skip thought, and purple moccasins. Only her long ankle socks were white with purple stripes.
Talk about bad taste, Skip thought, taking in her monotonous appearance as he brushed himself up. Looks more like a seriously stuck-up prune than a trainer.
“Do you happen to know who I am?” she continued haughtily.
“Uh, someone with a serious problem with fashion tastes?” Skip replied, not caring less who the heck she was supposed to be. Being polite wasn't Skip's strong point.
In the next two seconds, Skip was doubled over in pain. The younger trainer had decided to use that statement as a stimulus to kick him in the groin.
“WHAT WAS ALL THAT?!” he screamed, his eyes streaming.
“I happen to be Gwendolyn Hitchins; genius Hoenn trainer, and you are nothing but a rude, unmannerly pig!” she stated loudly, turning around and stalking off to the upper story.
“Oh, I am so gonna whup her purple butt black and blue!” Skip groaned to the linoleum floor.
“May I help you?” a soft voice called.
Skip looked up to see a girl around his age with her brown hair rolled up and tucked under a white cloth in a bun at the back of her neck. Her copper brown eyes sparkled with life and concern as she knelt on the floor before Skip. She wore a traditional Chinese costume, dark blue with a pretty floral design, red hems on the sleeves and collar, at which part moved from the front of her collar to the left. She also wore long trousers, the same colour as her shirt and blue black plimsoles. She helped her friend off the floor with a concerned look.
“Hey, Mia,” Skip mumbled, looking her slightly curvy frame up and down. Kimberly ‘Mia’ Yairu was of a medium build and the trainer who had dethroned him as Johto Pokémon champ the year after he’d won the title. Skip, who at five foot eleven, was about a head and a half taller than her, didn’t really bear any grudge against her for claiming his title. “You doin’ OK?”
“Oh, yes!” she said enthusiastically, blushing faintly as she avoided Skip’s eyes. Unknown to Skip, she had had a serious crush on him since he passed through her local town of Lavender Town the previous year. He’d been her inspiration, and had spurred her to leave home not only to become a strong trainer herself but also to run into Skip on the road again. Skip saw her actions around him as weird to say the least.
“What’s with your face?” he asked her, noticing the heat radiating off her.
“No…nothing! How have you been?” she cried nervously, forcing herself to cool down and look directly at Skip. A feat she was failing terribly at.
“Uh, OK, I guess… any idea what we're doing here?” Skip wondered aloud.
“HEY! ASIAN CHICK! THERE YOU ARE!” A loud, Australian surfer boy voice boomed out jovially, making Mia jump and scuttle around Skip.
A large, heavily tanned man of about twenty two strolled up to the twosome and thrust himself in front of them, throwing his heavily muscled chest into Skip’s face. He wore a blue vest, white beach shorts and green strapped sandals.
"Hey cutie! Lost sight of you for a mo' back there! Are you playing hard to get?" He added playfully, trying to gain eye contact with Mia. He has a swagger that suited his appearance and personality, Skip thought. Too bad it ain't a nice personality, he added internally, glancing at Mia and noticing that she seemed glad there was a sort of barrier between them now.
"uh, excuse me? I'm not a phone here" Skip announced, trying to be polite. However, when Skip tries to be polite, he usually doesn't quite achieve the right effect.
"Well, if it isn't the Whiz Kid. What's up, shrimp?" Cain said, apparently just noticing the trainer between himself and Mia.
Shrimp? Skip thought angrily. Shrimp?! Just cuz you're about three inches taller than me doen't mean I'm a shrimp!
“Moving in on my property already, Whiz Kid?” he continued in a growl at Skip, his handsome blue eyes flashing menacingly
“Hey. Cain Weston, right? What’s up?” Skip said cautiously. He’d heard of this guy… although Skip had no major issues keeping track of people he'd met, he was grateful he hadn't met this 'surfer dude' face to face before now.
“That’s right! Cain Weston, Johto three-time champ… I lost my title to you, if I recall correctly…” he added, snarling slightly.
So that's where I heard the name before! Skip thought, his mind travelling back to the magazine article his little sister had rhapsodised about as he was leaving.
Aloud he retorted “Hey, you didn’t compete that year, so don’t look at me… if you wanted the darn title, you shoulda competed to defend it."
"Say what?!" Cain roared, a not-too-pleasant vein throbbing on his temple.
"You heard me right." Skip answered coolly. Then he added, "Oh yeah...and since when was Mia ‘Your property’? If you want my opinion, I'd say she doesn't like being around you.” staring him down. Skip wasn’t one to back down from a challenge.
Mia stared at Skip in wonder.
Does Skip care for me that much? She thought, blushing a little more.
“What the...you wanna go at it, Whiz Kid?” Cain snorted half-indifferently, half-angrily, readying a pokéball.
“Why not? Show me what you got, old timer!” Skip answered cheekily, pulling out one of his own off his trouser leg and enlarging it.
“HEY, CAIN! GET OVER HERE!” A brusque voice yelled. Both Cain and Skip started and swivelled around looking for the source of the commanding voice.
“Shoot, I’ll deal with you later. I’m coming, already!” he added, running to join a girl of around eighteen, with waist long pink hair, sky blue eyes and a cream and blue highlighted outfit: boots, a cutoff shirt with a pale yellow triangular emblem on the right side and short cream leggings. Skip recognized her as Aldrea Weston, a seasoned trainer with no current accolades as of yet. She became highly recognized after defeating two elite four members at the age of seventeen.
“Thank you, Skip,” Mia said, bowing a little.
“Uh, nothing to it. I just don’t like his type.” Skip muttered, watching Cain’s retreating back.
Mia's face fell slightly. Guess not, she thought, slightly downcast.
“I wonder why he’s here, too… ” he mused. "Is there some knid o' rally goin' on here?"
“Um, could it be that he got one of these too?” Mia asked, pulling out a royal blue envelope with her name printed on it in fancy black lettering.
Skip stared at it. He’d received on of those too, prior to his departure for the Indigo Plateau…
Before he could say anything further, a voice called out from the speaker above the stairway:
Attention, all red-invitation recipients. Please move to the upper storey of the Pokémon Center now. I repeat: please move to the upper floor of the Pokémon Centre now. Thank you.
Skip watched as Cain, Aldrea and a snowy haired boy of about ten move towards the stairs. He turned to Mia, who nodded and led the way towards the stairs after the other three trainers towards a new experience…
So! What d'you think? Any ideas for trainers and pokemon used will be gratefully accepted in posts. Later!
Prologue
“Oh man, I am so damn late!” A loud, New Yorker accent yelled.
The speaker was a tall, lanky sixteen year old boy, running down the silver and gold paved road to the Kanto/Johto Pokémon League HQ: the Indigo Plateau. The boy had black spiky hair and chestnut brown eyes that matched his tracksuit. His blue-and white Saucony trainers thudded on the stone steps as he raced up towards the glass doors. He’d been here two years ago, but the occasion this time around was different, bigger… and about to leave him behind!
The boy was Skip Morrison, former Kanto Pokémon Champion and former Silver Conference Champion (a few years apart of course, though such niggling details were annoying to Skip), and seriously out of breathe as he burst through the automatic doors smack into a young girl.
“Oww! Hey watch it, you!” she cried in an upper class British accent, picking herself off thee floor and glaring at the older youth through angry sea blue eyes.
“Well, excuuuse me!” Skip grumbled, lifting himself off the floor to peer at the brash child. To Skip, she barely looked older that eleven, her violet hair worn short and clipped at the front with a bright yellow hairpin. The girl seemed to have a deep liking for looking regal in a casual way; she donned all in purple: purple jacket, tee shirt, shorts (which left a lot of her lower body showing) Like anyone’d want to look, Skip thought, and purple moccasins. Only her long ankle socks were white with purple stripes.
Talk about bad taste, Skip thought, taking in her monotonous appearance as he brushed himself up. Looks more like a seriously stuck-up prune than a trainer.
“Do you happen to know who I am?” she continued haughtily.
“Uh, someone with a serious problem with fashion tastes?” Skip replied, not caring less who the heck she was supposed to be. Being polite wasn't Skip's strong point.
In the next two seconds, Skip was doubled over in pain. The younger trainer had decided to use that statement as a stimulus to kick him in the groin.
“WHAT WAS ALL THAT?!” he screamed, his eyes streaming.
“I happen to be Gwendolyn Hitchins; genius Hoenn trainer, and you are nothing but a rude, unmannerly pig!” she stated loudly, turning around and stalking off to the upper story.
“Oh, I am so gonna whup her purple butt black and blue!” Skip groaned to the linoleum floor.
“May I help you?” a soft voice called.
Skip looked up to see a girl around his age with her brown hair rolled up and tucked under a white cloth in a bun at the back of her neck. Her copper brown eyes sparkled with life and concern as she knelt on the floor before Skip. She wore a traditional Chinese costume, dark blue with a pretty floral design, red hems on the sleeves and collar, at which part moved from the front of her collar to the left. She also wore long trousers, the same colour as her shirt and blue black plimsoles. She helped her friend off the floor with a concerned look.
“Hey, Mia,” Skip mumbled, looking her slightly curvy frame up and down. Kimberly ‘Mia’ Yairu was of a medium build and the trainer who had dethroned him as Johto Pokémon champ the year after he’d won the title. Skip, who at five foot eleven, was about a head and a half taller than her, didn’t really bear any grudge against her for claiming his title. “You doin’ OK?”
“Oh, yes!” she said enthusiastically, blushing faintly as she avoided Skip’s eyes. Unknown to Skip, she had had a serious crush on him since he passed through her local town of Lavender Town the previous year. He’d been her inspiration, and had spurred her to leave home not only to become a strong trainer herself but also to run into Skip on the road again. Skip saw her actions around him as weird to say the least.
“What’s with your face?” he asked her, noticing the heat radiating off her.
“No…nothing! How have you been?” she cried nervously, forcing herself to cool down and look directly at Skip. A feat she was failing terribly at.
“Uh, OK, I guess… any idea what we're doing here?” Skip wondered aloud.
“HEY! ASIAN CHICK! THERE YOU ARE!” A loud, Australian surfer boy voice boomed out jovially, making Mia jump and scuttle around Skip.
A large, heavily tanned man of about twenty two strolled up to the twosome and thrust himself in front of them, throwing his heavily muscled chest into Skip’s face. He wore a blue vest, white beach shorts and green strapped sandals.
"Hey cutie! Lost sight of you for a mo' back there! Are you playing hard to get?" He added playfully, trying to gain eye contact with Mia. He has a swagger that suited his appearance and personality, Skip thought. Too bad it ain't a nice personality, he added internally, glancing at Mia and noticing that she seemed glad there was a sort of barrier between them now.
"uh, excuse me? I'm not a phone here" Skip announced, trying to be polite. However, when Skip tries to be polite, he usually doesn't quite achieve the right effect.
"Well, if it isn't the Whiz Kid. What's up, shrimp?" Cain said, apparently just noticing the trainer between himself and Mia.
Shrimp? Skip thought angrily. Shrimp?! Just cuz you're about three inches taller than me doen't mean I'm a shrimp!
“Moving in on my property already, Whiz Kid?” he continued in a growl at Skip, his handsome blue eyes flashing menacingly
“Hey. Cain Weston, right? What’s up?” Skip said cautiously. He’d heard of this guy… although Skip had no major issues keeping track of people he'd met, he was grateful he hadn't met this 'surfer dude' face to face before now.
“That’s right! Cain Weston, Johto three-time champ… I lost my title to you, if I recall correctly…” he added, snarling slightly.
So that's where I heard the name before! Skip thought, his mind travelling back to the magazine article his little sister had rhapsodised about as he was leaving.
Aloud he retorted “Hey, you didn’t compete that year, so don’t look at me… if you wanted the darn title, you shoulda competed to defend it."
"Say what?!" Cain roared, a not-too-pleasant vein throbbing on his temple.
"You heard me right." Skip answered coolly. Then he added, "Oh yeah...and since when was Mia ‘Your property’? If you want my opinion, I'd say she doesn't like being around you.” staring him down. Skip wasn’t one to back down from a challenge.
Mia stared at Skip in wonder.
Does Skip care for me that much? She thought, blushing a little more.
“What the...you wanna go at it, Whiz Kid?” Cain snorted half-indifferently, half-angrily, readying a pokéball.
“Why not? Show me what you got, old timer!” Skip answered cheekily, pulling out one of his own off his trouser leg and enlarging it.
“HEY, CAIN! GET OVER HERE!” A brusque voice yelled. Both Cain and Skip started and swivelled around looking for the source of the commanding voice.
“Shoot, I’ll deal with you later. I’m coming, already!” he added, running to join a girl of around eighteen, with waist long pink hair, sky blue eyes and a cream and blue highlighted outfit: boots, a cutoff shirt with a pale yellow triangular emblem on the right side and short cream leggings. Skip recognized her as Aldrea Weston, a seasoned trainer with no current accolades as of yet. She became highly recognized after defeating two elite four members at the age of seventeen.
“Thank you, Skip,” Mia said, bowing a little.
“Uh, nothing to it. I just don’t like his type.” Skip muttered, watching Cain’s retreating back.
Mia's face fell slightly. Guess not, she thought, slightly downcast.
“I wonder why he’s here, too… ” he mused. "Is there some knid o' rally goin' on here?"
“Um, could it be that he got one of these too?” Mia asked, pulling out a royal blue envelope with her name printed on it in fancy black lettering.
Skip stared at it. He’d received on of those too, prior to his departure for the Indigo Plateau…
Before he could say anything further, a voice called out from the speaker above the stairway:
Attention, all red-invitation recipients. Please move to the upper storey of the Pokémon Center now. I repeat: please move to the upper floor of the Pokémon Centre now. Thank you.
Skip watched as Cain, Aldrea and a snowy haired boy of about ten move towards the stairs. He turned to Mia, who nodded and led the way towards the stairs after the other three trainers towards a new experience…
So! What d'you think? Any ideas for trainers and pokemon used will be gratefully accepted in posts. Later!
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