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The Quest for the Legends, now with its ILCOETH revision!
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Dragonfree
Just me
Charmeleon to Yuugis Black Magician: Nah, Fire attacks are just like breathing, except a bit harder. Flamethrower is a nice attack; it makes you feel powerful.
Mark to Amadeus Windfall: I don't mind being asked questions... usually they aren't hard to answer...
May to Amadeus Windfall: People tend to ask very stupid questions, but otherwise they're okay.
Scyther to Amadeus Windfall: I kinda like answering them; I like to talk.
Gyarados to Amadeus Windfall: My questions usually are easy to answer, but they can be annoying.
Chaletwo to Amadeus Windfall: My questions tend to be misled at times, which can get annoying, but otherwise I don't mind most of them.
Mew to Amadeus Windfall: The questions need to be answered. The Author must not fail her readers.
Dratini to Amadeus Windfall: My questions aren't too bad. I feel kinda neglected, anyway, so it's nice to be able to do something.
Mewtwo to Amadeus Windfall: I personally hate them, but then again it might be because people keep asking me when I'm barely even a character.
Sandslash: Questions are nice. If they get too personal, though, I can understand not liking them.
Chaletwo to Elemental Charizam: Interesting theory...
Mark to bird1111: Er... I don't know. Any Pokémon, really. Wouldn't mind a Vulpix, though...
Mark to Amadeus Windfall: I don't mind being asked questions... usually they aren't hard to answer...
May to Amadeus Windfall: People tend to ask very stupid questions, but otherwise they're okay.
Scyther to Amadeus Windfall: I kinda like answering them; I like to talk.
Gyarados to Amadeus Windfall: My questions usually are easy to answer, but they can be annoying.
Chaletwo to Amadeus Windfall: My questions tend to be misled at times, which can get annoying, but otherwise I don't mind most of them.
Mew to Amadeus Windfall: The questions need to be answered. The Author must not fail her readers.
Dratini to Amadeus Windfall: My questions aren't too bad. I feel kinda neglected, anyway, so it's nice to be able to do something.
Mewtwo to Amadeus Windfall: I personally hate them, but then again it might be because people keep asking me when I'm barely even a character.
Sandslash: Questions are nice. If they get too personal, though, I can understand not liking them.
Chaletwo to Elemental Charizam: Interesting theory...
Mark to bird1111: Er... I don't know. Any Pokémon, really. Wouldn't mind a Vulpix, though...
Well I, myself, have a few questions to ask to that little cute, yet neglected Dratini. And I also have a few questions for that Charmeleon of Mark's...
To Dratini: How do you feel being neglected? Do you hate your trainer, since he neglects you?
To Dratini: Do you have any sort of feeling that you will become of use soon in a battle? Or do you just feel useless?
To Charmeleon: Do you think you'll like your new wings when you become a Charizard?
To Charmeleon: Why is that it that when your flaming tail goes out, you Charmeleon [referring to more than 1] die?
To Dratini: How do you feel being neglected? Do you hate your trainer, since he neglects you?
To Dratini: Do you have any sort of feeling that you will become of use soon in a battle? Or do you just feel useless?
To Charmeleon: Do you think you'll like your new wings when you become a Charizard?
To Charmeleon: Why is that it that when your flaming tail goes out, you Charmeleon [referring to more than 1] die?
Dragonfree
Just me
Dratini to Ryano Ra: Nah, I could probably get a little bit more attention, but I honestly don't think I'd really want to be battling all the time.
Dratini to Ryano Ra (again): Kinda useless now, yeah... I mean, I can't do much now... but I'm nearing evolution level, which is a plus.
Charmeleon to Ryano Ra: I have no doubt that I will. *grins*
Charmeleon to Ryano Ra (again): Because the tail flame is our source of body heat. No flame, no body heat, no life. It also goes the other way around; the flame is dependent on how much energy we can afford to burn.
I've written almost five pages of chapter 18, but the fun stuff hasn't happened yet...
Dratini to Ryano Ra (again): Kinda useless now, yeah... I mean, I can't do much now... but I'm nearing evolution level, which is a plus.
Charmeleon to Ryano Ra: I have no doubt that I will. *grins*
Charmeleon to Ryano Ra (again): Because the tail flame is our source of body heat. No flame, no body heat, no life. It also goes the other way around; the flame is dependent on how much energy we can afford to burn.
I've written almost five pages of chapter 18, but the fun stuff hasn't happened yet...
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To Dragonfree: Well, I know Chapter 18 will be enjoyable, I can feel it in my toes. Now, more questions for the little dragon snake and the flaming lizard, along with that water dragon snake as well. ^_^
To Dratini: #1: When you become a Dragonite, do you think you'll still feel the same about how you would rather not battle all of the time?
To Charmeleon: When in battle, don't you ever feel guilty about hurting the Pokemon you went up against? What if you really injured the Pokemon?
To Gyarados: [A Blessing, Not Question] I hope you become happier, and I wish the best of luck for you in the future. You are my favorite character. ^_^
To Dratini: #1: When you become a Dragonite, do you think you'll still feel the same about how you would rather not battle all of the time?
To Charmeleon: When in battle, don't you ever feel guilty about hurting the Pokemon you went up against? What if you really injured the Pokemon?
To Gyarados: [A Blessing, Not Question] I hope you become happier, and I wish the best of luck for you in the future. You are my favorite character. ^_^
Dragonfree
Just me
Dratini to Ryano Ra: Well, if I become a Dragonite at all... I don't know. Times change.
Charmeleon to Ryano Ra: Hey, they should have thought about the risk before starting the battle. I can be hurt as well; in fact, the Charmander family has some of the highest death rates in battle, because of the tail flame thing. I'm the one they should feel guilty about hurting.
Gyarados to Ryano Ra: Thanks, I guess...
Charmeleon to Ryano Ra: Hey, they should have thought about the risk before starting the battle. I can be hurt as well; in fact, the Charmander family has some of the highest death rates in battle, because of the tail flame thing. I'm the one they should feel guilty about hurting.
Gyarados to Ryano Ra: Thanks, I guess...
Dragonfree
Just me
OK, it's FIVE IN THE MORNING ON CHRISTMAS DAY, and guess what I was doing? Finishing a chapter of a Pokémon fanfic. I need help.
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RATING
Violence: Quite a bit...
Gore: None
Sexuality: None.
Profanity: None.
Other: Nothing special, I think...
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Chapter 18: Enemies Forever
Dazed and still in shock, Mark made his way along the tube. At the end, there was a second door; in order for the water not to flood inside, Mark had to press a button that would empty the tube before entering. The water-repellant spray had gotten him there completely dry; he removed the H2Oxy from his face when the water level lowered past his head, and once the tube was dry, the glass door opened with a hiss and he walked into the city.
It was bustling with life. People were all around the main street, many with their Pokémon. Plants were at every corner. Ahead, a huge, white building with the words “POKÉMON GYM” written on it in red letters towered over the rest of the houses; it appeared to be exactly in the middle of the glass dome.
Mark was too tired to be excited. He felt like he hadn’t slept for months. He dragged off towards a hotel sign, and met May just in front of the hotel
“Oh, hi!” she greeted him happily.
“Hi,” he mumbled, feeling slow.
“I just won my badge,” said May, breaking into a wide grin as she took a silver coin from an inner pocket in her jacket. This one had waves engraved in it.
“Nice,” Mark said, trying to seem interested. May frowned.
“Did that idiotic shopkeeper sell you a ‘D-press’ or something? You’re like a ghost.”
“Mmmh,” Mark just replied.
“Anyway, Larvitar evolved,” May announced proudly, taking one of the Pokéballs off her necklace. “Look.”
She dropped it to the ground; the red light formed into a blue cocoon-like creature. It looked at Mark with resentful eyes, then just stared straight forward with a gloomy expression. Mark would’ve been impressed, but at the moment all he could think of was bed.
“I’ll talk to you later, I want some sleep,” he muttered.
May looked at him for a second, but then just shrugged.
“You sure need it,” she sighed and walked off. Mark walked sleepily in, paid absent-mindedly for a room and sluggishly walked along the corridor. He entered with a funny feeling like his eyeballs were melting, dropped into the bed and instantly drifted into deep sleep.
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When he woke up, he wasn’t sure where he was, but he felt extremely good and refreshed. After a few hazy moments of rubbing his eyes and looking blankly around, he started to regain the cloudy memories of the journey to Aquarium City.
“Oh, yeah…” he muttered. “Gyarados… he killed a Sharpedo…”
Somehow, the image didn’t bother him anymore. He blinked.
Then, he had been saved by… that thing. Mo… Mo-something. Mona? Monarch? Monarking? Yeah, that was it. Something that was supposed to be magical and highly intelligent with a tendency to save people…
Suddenly, it dawned on to him how extremely lucky he had been. About to get eaten by a bunch of Sharpedo, and then a Pokémon that loves saving everybody happens to pass!
What made it even funnier was that it wasn’t even Mark’s usual luck at all. If it had been his luck, the Monarking would’ve passed but thought he looked too stupid to save him. Yeah, Mark convinced himself, that would definitely have been typical him.
He sighed. He hadn’t even thanked the creature. If he had another similar experience on the way up to the surface, it would definitely not bother saving him again. At least he wouldn’t if he was a Monarking. He’d probably be thinking: You’re being too nice, you know... why save all those pesky humans? They’ve never saved you.
Mark checked his digital watch. Seven in the morning. His stomach gurgled; he figured he’d better get himself some breakfast.
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Mark poured cereal into his bowl and splashed some milk over it. There were a few people eating now too; May was not among them so Mark assumed that she was still sleeping. He took his time eating his breakfast and finally headed out to the Pokémon Center.
“Hi,” he greeted Nurse Joy, “I left my Sandslash at the Pokémon Center in Scorpio City. Can you contact the nurse there and see if he has recovered?”
Nurse Joy bowed and turned to the videophone behind her. She picked up the receiver, dialed the number and held it to her ear. A picture of the Nurse Joy in Scorpio City soon appeared; she looked tired and half-asleep like she had been working for most of the night.
“What?” she asked, rubbing her eyes.
“There’s a boy here asking about his Sandslash,” the Joy at Mark’s end answered. She stepped slightly aside; the Joy in Scorpio City peered at Mark through the screen and then seemed to remember him.
“Oh, yeah,” she mumbled. “Yes, your Sandslash is fine. Should I send him over?”
“Yes, please,” Mark answered, loudly enough for the receiver to pick it up. The nurse nodded and placed a Pokéball under the tube of her transfer machine and pressed a button. On the screen, they could see the Pokéball being sucked up into the tube; just a second later, it dropped down from the tube right in front of them.
“Bye…” said Nurse Joy of Scorpio City with a yawn. She put the receiver back into place, and the screen went static.
The nurse replaced the receiver to turn off the videophone and handed Mark the Pokéball. “Have a nice day,” she said, smiling warmly. He thanked her and walked outside, putting the ball back on his belt.
Next stop was the Gym. Mark walked firmly towards the big building in the center of the city. He didn’t know if it was already open; if not, he could go training or something. In fact, he was almost doubtful when he found a sign on the door which clarified that it had opened at seven; on the way, while trying to convince himself that it wouldn’t be so bad even if it wasn’t open, he had managed to get an uneasy feeling like he wasn’t at all ready to face the Gym Leader yet. Still, he shrugged; maybe it wouldn’t be that bad. He opened the modern-looking glass door and stepped inside.
The Gym was round with a rather narrow brink along the walls, but two half-circle shaped pools in the middle. In the very center, the bank that separated the two pools became a circle. It took a second for Mark to realize that from above, the Gym would look like a Pokéball.
“Good morning,” came a powerful-sounding female voice from the other end of the arena. The speaker was a woman who looked in her mid to late thirties. Her wavy, dark blue hair fell almost down to the floor, and her sapphire blue dress covered her feet completely as she walked slowly left from a door on the right side of the opposite wall.
“You are here for a badge, aren’t you?” she asked, turning around in the exact center. Her voice had some odd kind of grace to it; she spoke loudly and clearly, in a royal sort of tone.
“Yeah.” Mark nodded.
“Good…”
The woman looked slightly into the air for a second, but then turned straight to Mark again. “My name is Marge, and I am the Gym Leader of Aquarium City. Defeat me…”
She held forward a silver coin in her long fingers.
“…and earn the Surf Badge.”
Mark just nodded.
“We will battle in three rounds of two-on-two,” said Marge, cracking her knuckles as she started staring into the air again. “Because few trainers here have been to Hoenn, where two-on-two battles originate, I will explain to you the rules…”
Mark nodded again. He had heard of two-on-two battles, but obviously he had never tried one.
“Both trainers send out two Pokémon at a time. The Pokémon must work together to defeat the other trainer’s two Pokémon.”
She paused, and then went on: “We will be battling in rounds here, so if one of your Pokémon faints, you do not send out a replacement. The remaining Pokémon will have to try to defeat the other Pokémon. The trainer who has the last Pokémon standing wins the round. Then all Pokémon used in that round are recalled, and must not be sent out again… I assume that you have a full team of six Pokémon already, of course?”
“Yes,” Mark answered. He bit his lip; this sounded hard.
“So the battle shall…”
Marge took out two Pokéballs from her silk belt and maximized them.
“…begin.”
She threw the two balls into the pool on her end. Mark nervously watched the two shapes form: a light blue, catlike creature with fins around its neck, on the sides and top of the head and along the whole back, and a green and yellow frog.
Mark thought for a bit. If he remembered correctly, a lot of Water Pokémon had the Water Absorb ability, which allowed them to be healed through coming in contact with water alone. They would have to be taken down quickly. His first thought was Scyther; then he remembered that Water Pokémon often learned Ice attacks, which he would be very vulnerable against.
“Oh well,” he sighed, “go, Gyarados and Eevee.”
He almost dropped one of the balls when he maximized them, and decided he’d rather just throw one ball with each hand. The Pokémon materialized, Eevee on the circle in the middle and Gyarados in the pool behind him.
“Gyarados, can you use that powerful thingy? On… er, Vaporeon?” Mark asked hopefully. Gyarados nodded, closed his eyes and his colors started fading.
“Um, Eevee, try a Quick Attack on Politoed.”
Eevee instantly leapt towards the frog Pokémon. It had no means of avoiding the fast attack and was knocked slightly backwards, but had plenty of energy left. Eevee darted back, but the frog fired a jet of water from its mouth at the brown Pokémon and the pressure pushed him into the pool on Mark’s end. Just as he frantically tried to swim to the bank, Gyarados released the powerful red beam which shot towards the mermaid-like cat. As it tried to dive, the beam followed its fish-like tail and hit it. The Water Pokémon’s body stiffened up and it started to sink helplessly to the bottom.
“Return, Vaporeon,” Marge said hastily, allowing the red beam from her Pokéball to recall her cat Pokémon. “Politoed, use a Surf.”
Instantly, a wave of water rose up from Marge’s pool and crashed towards Eevee and Gyarados. Eevee shrieked as he was soaked by it and was left unconscious; Gyarados didn’t appear too hurt.
“Return, Eevee,” Mark said disappointedly. “Umm… another mega attack-thingy, Gyarados,” he suggested. The sea monster again started graying; it took less time to charge the beam now, but it looked a lot less powerful this time too. Not as bright as before, it shot towards Politoed, but much to Mark’s surprise, Politoed didn’t look too hurt by it.
“Er… try again?” Mark said doubtfully to Gyarados. As he charged, Politoed grew healthier from absorbing the water in the pool. At the time when Gyarados fired the beam, the frog seemed to be fully healed, and the attack hurt it even less this time.
Mark felt later that he really should’ve figured that there was something wrong with repeated uses of Gyarados’s powerful attack by now, but he didn’t and ordered the sea monster to try it again.
“Ice Beam,” said Marge to her Pokémon. While Gyarados was charging (he seemed to be getting exhausted now and taking longer time for it again), the frog shot a beam of ice crystals at him from its mouth. When it hit Gyarados, he roared in pain and seemed to lose concentration for the attack. He desperately tried again; Politoed sent another Ice Beam at him while he was trying and finally, he collapsed weakly, fainted.
“Return,” said Mark hopelessly. Gyarados had just done what he had told him; had that been the reason he lost?
“Very well,” Marge announced expressionlessly. “I have claimed victory in the first round. In order to win the battle, you must win both remaining rounds.”
“I know,” Mark replied.
“Go, Feraligatr and Quagsire,” Marge said. Mark cursed under his breath as her two Pokémon formed: the same kind of a big blue alligator that the Mew Hunter had possessed, and a rubbery, dopey-looking creature that mostly resembled a light blue bipedal jelly sausage with webbed feet and two rounded fins for arms. She was probably saving her best for the last – meaning that Mark should probably better save Scyther for the last round.
“Go, Sandslash and Dratini.”
Mark realized with guilt that this was the first time that Dratini actually got to battle against a trainer, save for the battle against May’s Larvitar in the Rainbow Woods. Then he had only gotten to battle a few wild Pokémon. He was a bit neglected. But this wasn’t the time to think about that.
“Feraligatr, Crunch the Dratini,” said Marge. “Quagsire, Earthquake.”
“Dratini, Twister on the Quagsire,” Mark said quickly. “Sandslash, try to distract Feraligatr with a Slash.”
Dratini spun around at top speed and whipped up a powerful whirlwind of green dragon flames that was sent towards the jelly-like creature, while Sandslash jumped up and swiped his claws across the alligator’s face. Feraligatr roared and blasted a jet of water at the pangolin; Sandslash quickly curled up into a ball to repel as much of it as he could as he was thrown backwards from the pressure. Just then, the Quagsire let out a loud belch of “QUA-A-AG!” and jumped into the air, coming down hard and sending ripples across the floor. Feraligatr was hurt by it just as much as Dratini and Sandslash, but that was damage to one of her Pokémon but both of his.
“Umm…” Mark suddenly thought of his own variation of Marge’s combo. “Dratini, dive into the pool! Sandslash, Earthquake!”
Dratini threw himself into the water as Sandslash leapt up, producing a powerful tremor as he landed. Both Feraligatr and Quagsire were severely hurt; Dratini, being in the water, was not affected by it, just like Mark had hoped.
“Dratini, try a Thunder Wave on Feraligatr. Sandslash, use another Earthquake.”
“Quagsire, Ice Beam on Sandslash,” Marge ordered. “Feraligatr, try to get rid of Dratini.”
Luckily, Dratini was quicker carrying out his order. He jumped up and while in the air, his body sparkled with electricity which he sent flying at the alligator. Its muscles stiffened up, preventing it from moving as Sandslash and Quagsire both prepared their attacks. As the pangolin came down on the ground, both Feraligatr and Quagsire were hit; the alligator collapsed and Marge recalled him, but the rather weak Quagsire sent a beam of ice at Sandslash, which blasted him back a short distance and left him unconscious.
“Come back, Sandslash; you did a great job,” Mark complimented his Pokémon as he recalled him. Now he had only Dratini left, but Quagsire was weak…
“Quagsire, dive into the pool,” Marge commanded calmly, and the jelly-like fish jumped into the water, starting to absorb it and grow healthier. Like to counter this turn of events, Dratini became wrapped in a white glow.
Mark watched, stunned, as his little dragon grew longer and sleeker. As the glow faded, he was revealed to have a more shaped head, a sapphire blue orb under it on his neck, and two similar orbs near the end of his tail.
“Whoa. You evolved,” Mark said blankly.
“Gonair,” the newly evolved Pokémon confirmed, turning to his opponent.
“Er… Wrap? Or something?” Mark suggested, not sure what a Dragonair could do exactly. The dragon slithered towards Quagsire; the fish backed away and attempted an Ice Beam, but Dragonair whipped himself aside so that it crashed into the wall instead. Then, with a quick movement, he wrapped himself around Quagsire’s body and started squeezing hard.
“Qua-a…” gasped the Pokémon, trying hard to keep breathing. Dragonair tightened his grip every time the fish exhaled, and after a few more seconds of strain, Quagsire fell unconscious. Dragonair loosened the hold slightly in order not to kill the amphibian; Marge silently took out a Pokéball and recalled her Quagsire.
“Very well,” she said as Mark brightly recalled Dragonair. “Now we are even. The last round will decide the winner…”
She smiled. “Go, Lapras and Starmie!”
Mark was right; they were probably her best. From her two Pokéballs formed a big sea turtle like May had and a ten-armed purple starfish with a ruby set in the golden core.
He was about to take his last two Pokéballs when he realized that his two Pokémon left were the rivals Scyther and Charmeleon. Just how likely were they to co-operate in a two-on-two?
Oh man, he thought to himself, how stupid can I get?
But he couldn’t forfeit. He just couldn’t. He had a chance of winning – if Scyther and Charmeleon could just put their hate aside for one battle.
He nervously took his two last Pokéballs. “Go, Scyther and Charmeleon.”
The mantis and the lizard formed, instantly noticed each other and exchanged some nasty glares.
“Guys,” Mark interrupted, “this is a serious battle. We’re in the Aquarium City Gym, and this is the final round of this two-on-two, which decides the winner. If you can just behave nicely this once we’ll win this, okay?”
Scyther nodded curtly and turned towards Lapras. Charmeleon snorted disdainfully and turned his attention to the starfish.
“Great,” Mark said cheerfully, contrasting with his true feelings. “Scyther, Slash Lapras, and Charmeleon, you can try a Flamethrower.”
Scyther immediately dashed forward, flying over the first pool and aiming his scythe at the Lapras’s neck. Charmeleon ran along the brink by the wall, and fired a blast of flames from his mouth. The starfish leapt out of the way with great agility, and Charmeleon just “happened” to be positioned exactly so that the flames instead scorched Scyther’s exoskeleton. Bathed in flames for a second, Scyther made no sound but wore an expression of great agony as he landed, torched, on the circle in the middle of the arena.
“Sorry,” said Charmeleon sarcastically with a broad grin on his face. Scyther leered at him, but jerked his head back in Lapras’s direction, as if he wanted to say, “You’re not worth it.”
Charmeleon started running again, this time along the path between the pools. Starmie, who had jumped into Mark’s pool to avoid the Flamethrower, fired a stream of water at the lizard; Charmeleon leapt out of the way, and the water instead hit Scyther’s back as he was about to take off. Again, Scyther turned around and glared icily at the lizard.
“I thought it would help cool you down, you know,” said Charmeleon in a mockingly innocent tone. Scyther ignored him and leapt forward to slash at Starmie. The starfish dived into the water so Scyther had to land again.
Charmeleon’s wicked grin widened as he breathed softly into his palm and then tossed a tiny but very hot fireball towards the mantis. It hit Scyther’s wing and burned a hole in it. The mantis whirled murderously around, not showing any signs of pain.
“Oops, I sneezed,” Charmeleon said, his grin still broadening. Scyther turned back to Lapras as Charmeleon snorted. Then the bug turned firmly around, glared at Charmeleon for a second and then suddenly leapt into the air and zoomed at the lizard with both of his scythes raised.
He never hit. Mark recalled them both just before Scyther’s blades made contact with Charmeleon. He muttered some kind of an excuse to Marge, forfeiting the battle before he scurried off to the Pokémon Center.
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After all his Pokémon had gotten basic healing and Scyther had been treated with a Burn Heal, Mark got his Pokéballs back. He went off to a corner; he wanted to talk to Scyther and Charmeleon individually without interruptions.
He sent Charmeleon out first. The lizard seemed to know what Mark wanted to talk to him about; as soon as he had materialized, he started talking:
“Did you see that, Mark? I told you he’d be dangerous! He tried to kill me, for crying out loud!”
“And do you have the vaguest idea of why that was?” Mark spat angrily, causing Charmeleon’s casual expression to turn more serious. “You asked for it! You attacked him! He even resisted the urge to attack you back for the first two times! What’s wrong with you? He hasn’t done anything to you!”
“No, thanks you,” Charmeleon replied. “There you see what he can do. One little joke, and he wants to write satanic chants with your blood. It’s not safe to be around him. Just you wait; he’s going to slit both of our throats sometime when we’re sleeping if you don’t do anything about it.”
Mark didn’t feel like replying to that and just took out the Pokéball again.
“Return,” he said emptily.
“See ya in the afterlife,” were Charmeleon’s last words before he was dissolved into red energy and drawn back into his Pokéball.
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“Scyther, why did you attack Charmeleon?”
“Because he was daring me to do it throughout the whole battle,” the mantis said in his usual, calm tone.
“But you were resisting that urge just fine before, weren’t you?” Mark said angrily.
“Third time’s the charm,” Scyther replied.
“Why third time rather than the fourth or fifth or one-hundredth or, even better, no time at all?” Mark hissed.
“Charmeleon was humiliating me,” Scyther hissed back. “I couldn’t just stand there and battle like a nice Pokémon!”
“Look, I just don’t want two of my Pokémon fighting!” Mark said loudly. Scyther’s calmness somehow just frustrated him.
“This is none of your business, Mark,” Scyther stated. “It’s a personal matter between Charmeleon and me. We can handle this on our own.”
“OF COURSE IT’S SOME OF MY BUSINESS!” Mark screamed. “YOU’RE MY FREAKING POKÉMON!”
With a lightning-quick movement, Scyther’s right scythe came flying towards Mark’s face. It stopped a centimeter or so from his nose.
Mark didn’t dare to breathe. He just stared at the deadly blade that had almost killed him. After what seemed like ages, Scyther looked strangely at him and slowly lowered his scythe. As Mark caught his breath again, he fell backwards against the wall.
“I’m… sorry,” Scyther muttered. “It’s just a subconscious reaction…”
“You almost gave me a heart attack,” Mark mumbled in a trembling voice. Scyther turned around and then was slowly enveloped in a red glow as he recalled himself back into the Pokéball. Mark was left pressing his back against the wall, sweating and shivering uncontrollably as some of the people whose attention had been caught alerted Nurse Joy.
His last conscious thought was that maybe Charmeleon’s theory wasn’t all that far-fetched.
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RATING
Violence: Quite a bit...
Gore: None
Sexuality: None.
Profanity: None.
Other: Nothing special, I think...
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Chapter 18: Enemies Forever
Dazed and still in shock, Mark made his way along the tube. At the end, there was a second door; in order for the water not to flood inside, Mark had to press a button that would empty the tube before entering. The water-repellant spray had gotten him there completely dry; he removed the H2Oxy from his face when the water level lowered past his head, and once the tube was dry, the glass door opened with a hiss and he walked into the city.
It was bustling with life. People were all around the main street, many with their Pokémon. Plants were at every corner. Ahead, a huge, white building with the words “POKÉMON GYM” written on it in red letters towered over the rest of the houses; it appeared to be exactly in the middle of the glass dome.
Mark was too tired to be excited. He felt like he hadn’t slept for months. He dragged off towards a hotel sign, and met May just in front of the hotel
“Oh, hi!” she greeted him happily.
“Hi,” he mumbled, feeling slow.
“I just won my badge,” said May, breaking into a wide grin as she took a silver coin from an inner pocket in her jacket. This one had waves engraved in it.
“Nice,” Mark said, trying to seem interested. May frowned.
“Did that idiotic shopkeeper sell you a ‘D-press’ or something? You’re like a ghost.”
“Mmmh,” Mark just replied.
“Anyway, Larvitar evolved,” May announced proudly, taking one of the Pokéballs off her necklace. “Look.”
She dropped it to the ground; the red light formed into a blue cocoon-like creature. It looked at Mark with resentful eyes, then just stared straight forward with a gloomy expression. Mark would’ve been impressed, but at the moment all he could think of was bed.
“I’ll talk to you later, I want some sleep,” he muttered.
May looked at him for a second, but then just shrugged.
“You sure need it,” she sighed and walked off. Mark walked sleepily in, paid absent-mindedly for a room and sluggishly walked along the corridor. He entered with a funny feeling like his eyeballs were melting, dropped into the bed and instantly drifted into deep sleep.
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When he woke up, he wasn’t sure where he was, but he felt extremely good and refreshed. After a few hazy moments of rubbing his eyes and looking blankly around, he started to regain the cloudy memories of the journey to Aquarium City.
“Oh, yeah…” he muttered. “Gyarados… he killed a Sharpedo…”
Somehow, the image didn’t bother him anymore. He blinked.
Then, he had been saved by… that thing. Mo… Mo-something. Mona? Monarch? Monarking? Yeah, that was it. Something that was supposed to be magical and highly intelligent with a tendency to save people…
Suddenly, it dawned on to him how extremely lucky he had been. About to get eaten by a bunch of Sharpedo, and then a Pokémon that loves saving everybody happens to pass!
What made it even funnier was that it wasn’t even Mark’s usual luck at all. If it had been his luck, the Monarking would’ve passed but thought he looked too stupid to save him. Yeah, Mark convinced himself, that would definitely have been typical him.
He sighed. He hadn’t even thanked the creature. If he had another similar experience on the way up to the surface, it would definitely not bother saving him again. At least he wouldn’t if he was a Monarking. He’d probably be thinking: You’re being too nice, you know... why save all those pesky humans? They’ve never saved you.
Mark checked his digital watch. Seven in the morning. His stomach gurgled; he figured he’d better get himself some breakfast.
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Mark poured cereal into his bowl and splashed some milk over it. There were a few people eating now too; May was not among them so Mark assumed that she was still sleeping. He took his time eating his breakfast and finally headed out to the Pokémon Center.
“Hi,” he greeted Nurse Joy, “I left my Sandslash at the Pokémon Center in Scorpio City. Can you contact the nurse there and see if he has recovered?”
Nurse Joy bowed and turned to the videophone behind her. She picked up the receiver, dialed the number and held it to her ear. A picture of the Nurse Joy in Scorpio City soon appeared; she looked tired and half-asleep like she had been working for most of the night.
“What?” she asked, rubbing her eyes.
“There’s a boy here asking about his Sandslash,” the Joy at Mark’s end answered. She stepped slightly aside; the Joy in Scorpio City peered at Mark through the screen and then seemed to remember him.
“Oh, yeah,” she mumbled. “Yes, your Sandslash is fine. Should I send him over?”
“Yes, please,” Mark answered, loudly enough for the receiver to pick it up. The nurse nodded and placed a Pokéball under the tube of her transfer machine and pressed a button. On the screen, they could see the Pokéball being sucked up into the tube; just a second later, it dropped down from the tube right in front of them.
“Bye…” said Nurse Joy of Scorpio City with a yawn. She put the receiver back into place, and the screen went static.
The nurse replaced the receiver to turn off the videophone and handed Mark the Pokéball. “Have a nice day,” she said, smiling warmly. He thanked her and walked outside, putting the ball back on his belt.
Next stop was the Gym. Mark walked firmly towards the big building in the center of the city. He didn’t know if it was already open; if not, he could go training or something. In fact, he was almost doubtful when he found a sign on the door which clarified that it had opened at seven; on the way, while trying to convince himself that it wouldn’t be so bad even if it wasn’t open, he had managed to get an uneasy feeling like he wasn’t at all ready to face the Gym Leader yet. Still, he shrugged; maybe it wouldn’t be that bad. He opened the modern-looking glass door and stepped inside.
The Gym was round with a rather narrow brink along the walls, but two half-circle shaped pools in the middle. In the very center, the bank that separated the two pools became a circle. It took a second for Mark to realize that from above, the Gym would look like a Pokéball.
“Good morning,” came a powerful-sounding female voice from the other end of the arena. The speaker was a woman who looked in her mid to late thirties. Her wavy, dark blue hair fell almost down to the floor, and her sapphire blue dress covered her feet completely as she walked slowly left from a door on the right side of the opposite wall.
“You are here for a badge, aren’t you?” she asked, turning around in the exact center. Her voice had some odd kind of grace to it; she spoke loudly and clearly, in a royal sort of tone.
“Yeah.” Mark nodded.
“Good…”
The woman looked slightly into the air for a second, but then turned straight to Mark again. “My name is Marge, and I am the Gym Leader of Aquarium City. Defeat me…”
She held forward a silver coin in her long fingers.
“…and earn the Surf Badge.”
Mark just nodded.
“We will battle in three rounds of two-on-two,” said Marge, cracking her knuckles as she started staring into the air again. “Because few trainers here have been to Hoenn, where two-on-two battles originate, I will explain to you the rules…”
Mark nodded again. He had heard of two-on-two battles, but obviously he had never tried one.
“Both trainers send out two Pokémon at a time. The Pokémon must work together to defeat the other trainer’s two Pokémon.”
She paused, and then went on: “We will be battling in rounds here, so if one of your Pokémon faints, you do not send out a replacement. The remaining Pokémon will have to try to defeat the other Pokémon. The trainer who has the last Pokémon standing wins the round. Then all Pokémon used in that round are recalled, and must not be sent out again… I assume that you have a full team of six Pokémon already, of course?”
“Yes,” Mark answered. He bit his lip; this sounded hard.
“So the battle shall…”
Marge took out two Pokéballs from her silk belt and maximized them.
“…begin.”
She threw the two balls into the pool on her end. Mark nervously watched the two shapes form: a light blue, catlike creature with fins around its neck, on the sides and top of the head and along the whole back, and a green and yellow frog.
Mark thought for a bit. If he remembered correctly, a lot of Water Pokémon had the Water Absorb ability, which allowed them to be healed through coming in contact with water alone. They would have to be taken down quickly. His first thought was Scyther; then he remembered that Water Pokémon often learned Ice attacks, which he would be very vulnerable against.
“Oh well,” he sighed, “go, Gyarados and Eevee.”
He almost dropped one of the balls when he maximized them, and decided he’d rather just throw one ball with each hand. The Pokémon materialized, Eevee on the circle in the middle and Gyarados in the pool behind him.
“Gyarados, can you use that powerful thingy? On… er, Vaporeon?” Mark asked hopefully. Gyarados nodded, closed his eyes and his colors started fading.
“Um, Eevee, try a Quick Attack on Politoed.”
Eevee instantly leapt towards the frog Pokémon. It had no means of avoiding the fast attack and was knocked slightly backwards, but had plenty of energy left. Eevee darted back, but the frog fired a jet of water from its mouth at the brown Pokémon and the pressure pushed him into the pool on Mark’s end. Just as he frantically tried to swim to the bank, Gyarados released the powerful red beam which shot towards the mermaid-like cat. As it tried to dive, the beam followed its fish-like tail and hit it. The Water Pokémon’s body stiffened up and it started to sink helplessly to the bottom.
“Return, Vaporeon,” Marge said hastily, allowing the red beam from her Pokéball to recall her cat Pokémon. “Politoed, use a Surf.”
Instantly, a wave of water rose up from Marge’s pool and crashed towards Eevee and Gyarados. Eevee shrieked as he was soaked by it and was left unconscious; Gyarados didn’t appear too hurt.
“Return, Eevee,” Mark said disappointedly. “Umm… another mega attack-thingy, Gyarados,” he suggested. The sea monster again started graying; it took less time to charge the beam now, but it looked a lot less powerful this time too. Not as bright as before, it shot towards Politoed, but much to Mark’s surprise, Politoed didn’t look too hurt by it.
“Er… try again?” Mark said doubtfully to Gyarados. As he charged, Politoed grew healthier from absorbing the water in the pool. At the time when Gyarados fired the beam, the frog seemed to be fully healed, and the attack hurt it even less this time.
Mark felt later that he really should’ve figured that there was something wrong with repeated uses of Gyarados’s powerful attack by now, but he didn’t and ordered the sea monster to try it again.
“Ice Beam,” said Marge to her Pokémon. While Gyarados was charging (he seemed to be getting exhausted now and taking longer time for it again), the frog shot a beam of ice crystals at him from its mouth. When it hit Gyarados, he roared in pain and seemed to lose concentration for the attack. He desperately tried again; Politoed sent another Ice Beam at him while he was trying and finally, he collapsed weakly, fainted.
“Return,” said Mark hopelessly. Gyarados had just done what he had told him; had that been the reason he lost?
“Very well,” Marge announced expressionlessly. “I have claimed victory in the first round. In order to win the battle, you must win both remaining rounds.”
“I know,” Mark replied.
“Go, Feraligatr and Quagsire,” Marge said. Mark cursed under his breath as her two Pokémon formed: the same kind of a big blue alligator that the Mew Hunter had possessed, and a rubbery, dopey-looking creature that mostly resembled a light blue bipedal jelly sausage with webbed feet and two rounded fins for arms. She was probably saving her best for the last – meaning that Mark should probably better save Scyther for the last round.
“Go, Sandslash and Dratini.”
Mark realized with guilt that this was the first time that Dratini actually got to battle against a trainer, save for the battle against May’s Larvitar in the Rainbow Woods. Then he had only gotten to battle a few wild Pokémon. He was a bit neglected. But this wasn’t the time to think about that.
“Feraligatr, Crunch the Dratini,” said Marge. “Quagsire, Earthquake.”
“Dratini, Twister on the Quagsire,” Mark said quickly. “Sandslash, try to distract Feraligatr with a Slash.”
Dratini spun around at top speed and whipped up a powerful whirlwind of green dragon flames that was sent towards the jelly-like creature, while Sandslash jumped up and swiped his claws across the alligator’s face. Feraligatr roared and blasted a jet of water at the pangolin; Sandslash quickly curled up into a ball to repel as much of it as he could as he was thrown backwards from the pressure. Just then, the Quagsire let out a loud belch of “QUA-A-AG!” and jumped into the air, coming down hard and sending ripples across the floor. Feraligatr was hurt by it just as much as Dratini and Sandslash, but that was damage to one of her Pokémon but both of his.
“Umm…” Mark suddenly thought of his own variation of Marge’s combo. “Dratini, dive into the pool! Sandslash, Earthquake!”
Dratini threw himself into the water as Sandslash leapt up, producing a powerful tremor as he landed. Both Feraligatr and Quagsire were severely hurt; Dratini, being in the water, was not affected by it, just like Mark had hoped.
“Dratini, try a Thunder Wave on Feraligatr. Sandslash, use another Earthquake.”
“Quagsire, Ice Beam on Sandslash,” Marge ordered. “Feraligatr, try to get rid of Dratini.”
Luckily, Dratini was quicker carrying out his order. He jumped up and while in the air, his body sparkled with electricity which he sent flying at the alligator. Its muscles stiffened up, preventing it from moving as Sandslash and Quagsire both prepared their attacks. As the pangolin came down on the ground, both Feraligatr and Quagsire were hit; the alligator collapsed and Marge recalled him, but the rather weak Quagsire sent a beam of ice at Sandslash, which blasted him back a short distance and left him unconscious.
“Come back, Sandslash; you did a great job,” Mark complimented his Pokémon as he recalled him. Now he had only Dratini left, but Quagsire was weak…
“Quagsire, dive into the pool,” Marge commanded calmly, and the jelly-like fish jumped into the water, starting to absorb it and grow healthier. Like to counter this turn of events, Dratini became wrapped in a white glow.
Mark watched, stunned, as his little dragon grew longer and sleeker. As the glow faded, he was revealed to have a more shaped head, a sapphire blue orb under it on his neck, and two similar orbs near the end of his tail.
“Whoa. You evolved,” Mark said blankly.
“Gonair,” the newly evolved Pokémon confirmed, turning to his opponent.
“Er… Wrap? Or something?” Mark suggested, not sure what a Dragonair could do exactly. The dragon slithered towards Quagsire; the fish backed away and attempted an Ice Beam, but Dragonair whipped himself aside so that it crashed into the wall instead. Then, with a quick movement, he wrapped himself around Quagsire’s body and started squeezing hard.
“Qua-a…” gasped the Pokémon, trying hard to keep breathing. Dragonair tightened his grip every time the fish exhaled, and after a few more seconds of strain, Quagsire fell unconscious. Dragonair loosened the hold slightly in order not to kill the amphibian; Marge silently took out a Pokéball and recalled her Quagsire.
“Very well,” she said as Mark brightly recalled Dragonair. “Now we are even. The last round will decide the winner…”
She smiled. “Go, Lapras and Starmie!”
Mark was right; they were probably her best. From her two Pokéballs formed a big sea turtle like May had and a ten-armed purple starfish with a ruby set in the golden core.
He was about to take his last two Pokéballs when he realized that his two Pokémon left were the rivals Scyther and Charmeleon. Just how likely were they to co-operate in a two-on-two?
Oh man, he thought to himself, how stupid can I get?
But he couldn’t forfeit. He just couldn’t. He had a chance of winning – if Scyther and Charmeleon could just put their hate aside for one battle.
He nervously took his two last Pokéballs. “Go, Scyther and Charmeleon.”
The mantis and the lizard formed, instantly noticed each other and exchanged some nasty glares.
“Guys,” Mark interrupted, “this is a serious battle. We’re in the Aquarium City Gym, and this is the final round of this two-on-two, which decides the winner. If you can just behave nicely this once we’ll win this, okay?”
Scyther nodded curtly and turned towards Lapras. Charmeleon snorted disdainfully and turned his attention to the starfish.
“Great,” Mark said cheerfully, contrasting with his true feelings. “Scyther, Slash Lapras, and Charmeleon, you can try a Flamethrower.”
Scyther immediately dashed forward, flying over the first pool and aiming his scythe at the Lapras’s neck. Charmeleon ran along the brink by the wall, and fired a blast of flames from his mouth. The starfish leapt out of the way with great agility, and Charmeleon just “happened” to be positioned exactly so that the flames instead scorched Scyther’s exoskeleton. Bathed in flames for a second, Scyther made no sound but wore an expression of great agony as he landed, torched, on the circle in the middle of the arena.
“Sorry,” said Charmeleon sarcastically with a broad grin on his face. Scyther leered at him, but jerked his head back in Lapras’s direction, as if he wanted to say, “You’re not worth it.”
Charmeleon started running again, this time along the path between the pools. Starmie, who had jumped into Mark’s pool to avoid the Flamethrower, fired a stream of water at the lizard; Charmeleon leapt out of the way, and the water instead hit Scyther’s back as he was about to take off. Again, Scyther turned around and glared icily at the lizard.
“I thought it would help cool you down, you know,” said Charmeleon in a mockingly innocent tone. Scyther ignored him and leapt forward to slash at Starmie. The starfish dived into the water so Scyther had to land again.
Charmeleon’s wicked grin widened as he breathed softly into his palm and then tossed a tiny but very hot fireball towards the mantis. It hit Scyther’s wing and burned a hole in it. The mantis whirled murderously around, not showing any signs of pain.
“Oops, I sneezed,” Charmeleon said, his grin still broadening. Scyther turned back to Lapras as Charmeleon snorted. Then the bug turned firmly around, glared at Charmeleon for a second and then suddenly leapt into the air and zoomed at the lizard with both of his scythes raised.
He never hit. Mark recalled them both just before Scyther’s blades made contact with Charmeleon. He muttered some kind of an excuse to Marge, forfeiting the battle before he scurried off to the Pokémon Center.
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After all his Pokémon had gotten basic healing and Scyther had been treated with a Burn Heal, Mark got his Pokéballs back. He went off to a corner; he wanted to talk to Scyther and Charmeleon individually without interruptions.
He sent Charmeleon out first. The lizard seemed to know what Mark wanted to talk to him about; as soon as he had materialized, he started talking:
“Did you see that, Mark? I told you he’d be dangerous! He tried to kill me, for crying out loud!”
“And do you have the vaguest idea of why that was?” Mark spat angrily, causing Charmeleon’s casual expression to turn more serious. “You asked for it! You attacked him! He even resisted the urge to attack you back for the first two times! What’s wrong with you? He hasn’t done anything to you!”
“No, thanks you,” Charmeleon replied. “There you see what he can do. One little joke, and he wants to write satanic chants with your blood. It’s not safe to be around him. Just you wait; he’s going to slit both of our throats sometime when we’re sleeping if you don’t do anything about it.”
Mark didn’t feel like replying to that and just took out the Pokéball again.
“Return,” he said emptily.
“See ya in the afterlife,” were Charmeleon’s last words before he was dissolved into red energy and drawn back into his Pokéball.
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“Scyther, why did you attack Charmeleon?”
“Because he was daring me to do it throughout the whole battle,” the mantis said in his usual, calm tone.
“But you were resisting that urge just fine before, weren’t you?” Mark said angrily.
“Third time’s the charm,” Scyther replied.
“Why third time rather than the fourth or fifth or one-hundredth or, even better, no time at all?” Mark hissed.
“Charmeleon was humiliating me,” Scyther hissed back. “I couldn’t just stand there and battle like a nice Pokémon!”
“Look, I just don’t want two of my Pokémon fighting!” Mark said loudly. Scyther’s calmness somehow just frustrated him.
“This is none of your business, Mark,” Scyther stated. “It’s a personal matter between Charmeleon and me. We can handle this on our own.”
“OF COURSE IT’S SOME OF MY BUSINESS!” Mark screamed. “YOU’RE MY FREAKING POKÉMON!”
With a lightning-quick movement, Scyther’s right scythe came flying towards Mark’s face. It stopped a centimeter or so from his nose.
Mark didn’t dare to breathe. He just stared at the deadly blade that had almost killed him. After what seemed like ages, Scyther looked strangely at him and slowly lowered his scythe. As Mark caught his breath again, he fell backwards against the wall.
“I’m… sorry,” Scyther muttered. “It’s just a subconscious reaction…”
“You almost gave me a heart attack,” Mark mumbled in a trembling voice. Scyther turned around and then was slowly enveloped in a red glow as he recalled himself back into the Pokéball. Mark was left pressing his back against the wall, sweating and shivering uncontrollably as some of the people whose attention had been caught alerted Nurse Joy.
His last conscious thought was that maybe Charmeleon’s theory wasn’t all that far-fetched.
Dragonfree: It's five in the morning in your time? Where exactly do you live? Anyways, a good chapter before my time to go to sleep. [It's 12.15 AM in Detroit, MI] Once again, Dragonfree, you have made it happen. I felt that special 'click' in this chapter, especially when little old neglected Dratini evolved into the stronger, more elegant Dragonair. Charmeleon just loved toying around with that Scyther...poor Scyther, he wasn't bothering Charmeleon, but Charmeleon bothered him. 
Great chapter, Dragonfree! Keep up the excellent work!
To Charmeleon: Why didn't you listen to your trainer and not bother the Scyther? Would you like it if you were a trainer and you said the same thing, and you saw one of your Pokemon messing with the other?
Great chapter, Dragonfree! Keep up the excellent work!To Charmeleon: Why didn't you listen to your trainer and not bother the Scyther? Would you like it if you were a trainer and you said the same thing, and you saw one of your Pokemon messing with the other?
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Sweet Magic
Guest
Wow, magnificent chapter, Dragonfree! I applaud your greatness! n.n I'm so happy that Dratini evolved, and that was some nasty tricks that Charmeleon did... Anyway, if I don't stop talking now, I could go on forever n.n'
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Dragonfree
Just me
Dragonfree to Ryano Ra: Yeah, I live in Iceland. Then again, our celebrations are on Christmas Eve, not Christmas Day for some reason...
Charmeleon to Ryano Ra: Hey, is everybody blind here? You're all taking Scyther for the innocent one for some reason. Listen to me a bit, and try to realize that he just almost chopped Mark in half and made him faint from the shock. If I was a trainer, I wouldn't have taken Scyther in the first place.
Scyther to bird1111: As I've said before, Scyther generally aren't trusted. Trust isn't what I expect when I meet somebody. Only person I've ever met who fully trusted me was Rob.
Charmeleon to bird1111: And hey, it has nothing to do with looks. We just all know that Scyther are mass murderers, and this one in particular used to be owned by one, too, and just keeps talking about how wonderful he was. Does nobody else find this suspicious?
Charmeleon to Ryano Ra: Hey, is everybody blind here? You're all taking Scyther for the innocent one for some reason. Listen to me a bit, and try to realize that he just almost chopped Mark in half and made him faint from the shock. If I was a trainer, I wouldn't have taken Scyther in the first place.
Scyther to bird1111: As I've said before, Scyther generally aren't trusted. Trust isn't what I expect when I meet somebody. Only person I've ever met who fully trusted me was Rob.
Charmeleon to bird1111: And hey, it has nothing to do with looks. We just all know that Scyther are mass murderers, and this one in particular used to be owned by one, too, and just keeps talking about how wonderful he was. Does nobody else find this suspicious?
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Sweet Magic
Guest
Ooooh, I have a question!
Dragonfree: Is the pretty Ninetales down in your sig (the one with the amulet) a 'boy' or a 'girl'? Does it have a name?
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Dragonfree: Is the pretty Ninetales down in your sig (the one with the amulet) a 'boy' or a 'girl'? Does it have a name?
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Mastercougar
The Infinite Fire
Good job on the latest chapter! I especially like how you worked in the evolution of Dratini.
[Meh, I pooped from X-Mas celebrations...my sister is playing The Urbz on XBox, so I'll come here for a bit]
To Charmeleon: So, basically, you did so because you just hate Scyther for what he had done? Even though it is taking revenge or whatever, it makes you look just as bad as Scyther if you pull little tricks on him. Keep that in mind before Mark begins to have second-thoughts about you. [Even though it might not happen most likely, ^.^;]
To Charmeleon: So, basically, you did so because you just hate Scyther for what he had done? Even though it is taking revenge or whatever, it makes you look just as bad as Scyther if you pull little tricks on him. Keep that in mind before Mark begins to have second-thoughts about you. [Even though it might not happen most likely, ^.^;]
Hey Micky!
Well-Known Member
Personally, this is my favourite chapter yet. For one, I totally forgot about Scy n' Char being the last two until it was mentioned, and it was a great idea to have their squabble cost him the battle. Not only does it force a rift between Scyther and Charmeleon, it also forces one between Mark and his Pokemon, so I see high hopes for the future chaps as far as relationships are concerned.
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MewSP
Guest
To Gyrados:I think I missed a spoiler tag a while back. Did suicune starve you?
To suicune:Why did you try to starve gyrados...?
To gyrados again:When do youe use your Attack-of-doom again, or do you know?
To may and mark:why didn't you run from the controlled jenny while you had the chance?
To you, Dragonfree:What chapter does Chaletwo make his debut?
To suicune:Why did you try to starve gyrados...?
To gyrados again:When do youe use your Attack-of-doom again, or do you know?
To may and mark:why didn't you run from the controlled jenny while you had the chance?
To you, Dragonfree:What chapter does Chaletwo make his debut?
Dragonfree
Just me
Spirit to Sweet Magic: I am that Ninetales, and I am female.
Charmeleon to Ryano Ra: I knew it, you're all against me. Sure, go ahead and hate me. But at least let me be the only sensible preson here in peace and stop trying to "convince" me, okay?
Gyarados to MewSP: Yes. Suicune always cleaned the lake, so I couldn't hunt.
Suicune to MewSP: It is not time for the reasons to be revealed yet.
Gyarados to MewSP: I will use it if Mark tells me to use it or if I feel that I should use it.
Mark to MewSP: Umm... she kinda pushed us out before we had the opportunity to run.
Dragonfree to MewSP: The equivalent of chapter 27 from the old version. Chapter 18 was the equivalent of chapter 20 in the old version, but that doesn't necessarily mean that the equivalent of chapter 27 will be chapter 25. For example, I believe the old chapters 21 and 22 will be combined into chapter 19 in this version. Chapter 23 will be chapter 20 that way. I might also split the old chapter 24 so that the first half is in chapter 20 and the second half in chapter 21; the old chapter 25 will probably be in chapter 21 too, and I don't really know what I'll do with chapter 26, so... ah, I'll find out of it somehow.
Charmeleon to Ryano Ra: I knew it, you're all against me. Sure, go ahead and hate me. But at least let me be the only sensible preson here in peace and stop trying to "convince" me, okay?
Gyarados to MewSP: Yes. Suicune always cleaned the lake, so I couldn't hunt.
Suicune to MewSP: It is not time for the reasons to be revealed yet.
Gyarados to MewSP: I will use it if Mark tells me to use it or if I feel that I should use it.
Mark to MewSP: Umm... she kinda pushed us out before we had the opportunity to run.
Dragonfree to MewSP: The equivalent of chapter 27 from the old version. Chapter 18 was the equivalent of chapter 20 in the old version, but that doesn't necessarily mean that the equivalent of chapter 27 will be chapter 25. For example, I believe the old chapters 21 and 22 will be combined into chapter 19 in this version. Chapter 23 will be chapter 20 that way. I might also split the old chapter 24 so that the first half is in chapter 20 and the second half in chapter 21; the old chapter 25 will probably be in chapter 21 too, and I don't really know what I'll do with chapter 26, so... ah, I'll find out of it somehow.
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Insincerus
Guest
Darn it, Dragonfree. You finished another chapter without me watching. Well, really, I was gone on a seriously horrible vacation with my father for Christmas. I hated it. Oh, well. Before I go back and read that chapter, I would like to explain and ask Mitch once more about something I interrogated him about in the earlier pages.
Mitch: Why would I like to know about your parents' names? Dunno...just curious. Say, when exactly are you going to be back (as in chapter)?
*sigh* I've got to go work on my own fic. Keep up the spectacular work, Dragonfree. BTW that was quite funny when they spoofed your name, Dragongfree. Hehe, j/k.
Mitch: Why would I like to know about your parents' names? Dunno...just curious. Say, when exactly are you going to be back (as in chapter)?
*sigh* I've got to go work on my own fic. Keep up the spectacular work, Dragonfree. BTW that was quite funny when they spoofed your name, Dragongfree. Hehe, j/k.
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Sweet Magic
Guest
Dragonfree said:
Ooooh! Female, you say? Sweet! n.n
Oh, and another question, to Suicune:
Why do you always purify the lake at dark? Is there another reason than not being seen? Also, why do you always purify that lake?
*Sorry if the question has already been asked!*
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