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The Retelling of Pokémon Colosseum

Discussion in 'Completed Fics' started by bobandbill, Jun 13, 2007.

  1. Sike Saner

    Sike Saner Peace to the Mountain


    First of all, congratulations on becoming a mod for the Pokémon Colosseum & XD forum! ^^ And congratulations on receiving The Beermeister Award, too! :D

    Second of all... the latest chapter is officially my favorite chapter of this fic thus far. :D I had been looking forward to reading about a battle with Miror B. and his pineapple duck squad very much, and I just knew that I was going to enjoy the heck out of the chapter that contained it... but that chapter actually exceeded even my expectations, which is saying something due to what a Miror B. fangirl I am. X3

    I did have his Colosseum theme playing while I was reading the battle scene, heck yes. :D I also set my little Ludimefudilololololo figure up here by my monitor for the occasion. (There's also an Alien queen figure up here, and she's staring at the Ludi as if she's wondering if he really would taste like pineapple, or like duck, or like both, or like neither. It makes for a pretty amusing image, in my opinion. XD) The Miror B. battle was something I definitely found fun to read--especially when he made everyone start dancing! X3 That was awesome and funny as heck, I thought, the image of all those characters--especially that Makuhita--dancing. XD

    Tom was, as always, positively GLORIOUS, I thought. X3 Johnson, too, brought some new highlights to add to the gallery of his own priceless moments. X3 Speaking of highly amusing characters, Alex definitely joins that list, in my opinion--especially glorious was when he spoke of the weather in "Camera". XD Plusle (and his love for potatoes! XD) also joins my list of favorite characters from this fic so far. ^^


    That's considerate and probably pretty wise of those Ludicolo to make sure that what they're doing doesn't interfere with their trainer's dancing. ^^

    ..That said, I still couldn't help but pause to consider what it would look like if he were to slip on a puddle. The image that popped into my head was a pretty darned entertaining one: it involved the classic "slipping on a banana peel"-type sound effect heard in certain old-school cartoons and had the poor guy literally going head-over-heels. And to top things off, one of his big ol' clunky boots went flying up right off his foot and came down right on his head. BONK! X3

    Speaking of amusing images, that there was another one. XD

    See that? That was like some kind of crazy combo attack of funny there. First of all, I couldn't help but be amused when Miror B. started singing that. X3 Then, Rui's question about how in the heck he could possibly be singing THAT to the tune of his theme music amused me even more. XD And then Miror B. brought out that umbrella, and that was just effing hilarious. XDDDD Not only was it a glorious image, but how in the heck that man keeps that hair from being ruined by the rain aspect of his Pokémon's rain 'n' drain strategy is something that I myself have wondered about on a number of occasions, so I enjoyed seeing that particular mystery of Pokémon Colosseum addressed. ^^

    Incidentally... I can't help but wonder where he had that umbrella stashed prior to whipping it (BY WHICH I MEAN THE UMBRELLA) out like that. X3 My current theories are that either a.) he had it folded up and stored in his hair for just such an occasion, b.) he simply pulled it out from whatever secret dimension it is that cartoon characters have pulled things out from over the years, or c.) he pulled it out from a secret dimension... the gateway to which is IN HIS HAIR. X3

    There's another priceless image: that of Ludicolo doing the CAN-CAN. XD

    And yet another! XDDDD Johnson chasing after his Magikarp and doing an Irish jig all the while = hilarious image. XD


    I love that line. XD

    The seriousness and viciousness with which he initially launched that attack made the fact that his involuntary dancing literally tripped him up before he could actually land that attack all the funnier, I thought. XD And his (translated from Pokémon-language) exclamation of "Stupid feet!" made me laugh, too. XD

    I'm inclined to suspect that those were in his hair, too. XD And you know what else I suspect? Guess where socks in Orre probably wind up when they get lost. Yeah. X3 I'm telling you, there's a freaking dimensional portal in that afro! X3

    "Hit you hit you hit you!" XD I liked that. X3

    "Danced menacingly"... That put such an awesome image in my mind.... X3

    Very smart move on Makuhita's part, there. ^^ And I liked the use of "poor radio" there. X3

    XD Poor thing.

    I liked how he said "don't do that" to Wes. It amused me for some reason, possibly due to its utter futility. XD

    He actually forgot... XD Well, in all fairness to Wes, a dancing man with shiny clothes and a ginormous afro (complete with a removable umbrella accessory!) does have the potential to be a pretty darned big distraction. Heck, the matter of the Plusle actually slipped my mind during the battle, too--I think that my thoughts and memories of that Plusle must have fallen into the dimensional portal in Miror B.'s hair. X3


    D'awww, sad-Miror music. X3 And "great, now I have to go to jail" made me laugh. XD

    XD Good one, Miror B.! :D

    Also, that made me recall just how Miror B. looks when he runs--and how hilarious I think it is when he runs. XD

    ...Either that, or Miror B. was actually still relatively nearby then, but his large amount of hair was temporarily muffling the signal of his brain waves at that time and thereby interfering with Espeon's perception. X3

    XD I love that Plusle's personality.


    Again, I love that Plusle's personality. XD

    Also, I got a fair bit of amusement from the fact that my mind decided to be silly (...okay, sillier, more like X3) and pose the following question to itself regarding what Plusle said there: What if, when he asked, "I'm hungry where are they?", he was actually referring to persons rather than potatoes? XD

    Does he love devouring pastries as much as he loves devouring persons potatoes? :3

    ...And does he have a specific fondness for foods that begin with the letter "p", or is that just a coincidence? X3


    Johnson amuses me so very much... XD

    I love the title of that book... X3


    I lliked her reaction there. XD

    ...Upon reading that there, my mind immediately conjured up an image of a couple of grunts trying to carry in a sofa (and doing a rather poor job of it, which is unsurprising since the grunts supplied for this bit of mental cinema by my mind look like they wouldn't even weigh a hundred pounds sopping wet) while Nascour stands aside, pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation. XD


    ...And THAT put an image in my mind of what might happen if those grunts were to accidentally drop that television--suffice it to say, that particular what-if scenario doesn't end any better for the grunts than it does for the television. X3

    OH, SNAP! X3


    XDDDD Alex = a very amusing character, in my opinion. :D

    Fwee for the reference to the old man in Viridian and his coffee! :D

    XD I liked that particular detail.

    XD I liked what Rui said there.

    That old lady is awesome, I'd say. XD I'll bet she's often awakened at night by paranoid notions that there are salesmen hiding under the bed and in the closet. X3

    The moment I read that, my face lit up like a frelling Christmas tree because I knew just who it was who had to have said that. :D


    XD AWESOME. I especially love how he said that someone "used win", and also especially love the term "EVERYVERYWHERES". XD

    LUDIMEFUDILOLOLOLOLOS! XDDDD Oh, my gosh... I think that that's what Ludicolo shall forever be called in my mind from now on. XD

    Also, "I dehands respict!" = hilarious, I thought. XD

    I love how Nascour blamed some poor, unfortunate, grunt who had not a darned thing to do with the television being broken for the television being broken. XD And yeah, I imagine that it was indeed wise of that grunt to get the heck out of there and away from Nascour. X3
    Last edited: Aug 12, 2008
  2. bobandbill

    bobandbill Winning Smile Staff Member Super Mod

    More reply to reviews, including the odd tidbit here and there! Thanks people, really appreciate them. :)
    Thanks. At least the spelling mistakes had been (mostly) covered by then... :p
    Once again - credit to Hype_chao for the idea. :)
    Well, I don't know if I will do a sequel of XD. First of all I want to finish this fic. Which may take a while. :/ Then we'll see. But I will say that I *have* already thought of some ideas for XD, if I ever do it...
    Thanks a lot, and glad you liked it. :)
    Thanks. I certainly had put a lot of thought into that battle - it wasn't easy to think up something to match to Miror B's awesomeness. :)
    Johnson catching up to Tom? Maybe, I do like my stupid characters. :) And don't forget - dancing is the only way to battle.
    Yeah, he's certainly changing... unlike Makuhita who still wants things to die. :p
    Good pick there.
    Heh, I wrote the chapter that way on purpose. :)
    So had I. I can say that one will be seeing more of Cipher in upcoming chapters compared to the game. :)
    Done. :) Thanks for the review!
    Another fan of Croconaw? Interesting...
    Thanks a lot for the review, glad you are enjoying my fic. :)
    Cheers, ledianx. :) Pity Genius Sorinity don't make the best Pokemon games...
    Again, not sure if I will do an XD fic after this... but I am leaning towards it. Heh, annoying third-speaking characters do have potential...
    Cheers. :)
    Thanks! And the Beermeister Award is teh awesome. (Thanks again PPG) :)
    Yay. :) I'm glad I've exceeded your expectations considering it's Miror B. You have a ludimedulilololololo figurine? I'm jealous. :p
    Hurrah for Tom. Pity he shall be gone now - at the least for a fair while. Maybe. My lips are sealed. -_-
    Random Tidbit - Alex actually was a minor character from an old comedy script series I did. Only, he only appeared for one scene in the last 'unfinished' episode that I had done. The same for Williams as well, who had more of a role in that script.

  3. Hype_chao

    Hype_chao Eevee FTW!

    Tom is just getting eerily close to just being a Pokemon-world version of you, BNB.

    Thats never a bad thing though.

    I still woulda went with the mechanised deployment of Miror B's Afro-Parasol, but thats me replaying the mental imagery over and over.
    Thanks for giving me the credit for that tidbit, too~

    Rui saying "WHAT THE HELL" reminds me of something...

    ...Yeah I'm too lazy to do any nit-picking or reviewage of this chapter. I'll just say this - You said "awesome" in as many words possible.

    Seriously, chapters are getting huge. HUGE.
    Last edited: Aug 18, 2008
  4. eevee10


    i really like your story and its very good i just got into playing colosseum and i just beat mirror b
  5. pieprsn

    pieprsn <<futurekingofearth

    OMFG!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I've been readin ur story forever now and I finally got to the end! I thought it was never possible! Anyway I love your storys, I would have never seen them if not for the banner XD Tom and Jimmy are officialy my favorite charectors. DRUNKS FTW!!!! I can't wait for your next post, IM HERE SUPPORTIN YOU MAN!!!!!!!!!W00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000TTTTT =p =p=p=p=p=p=p=p=p=p=p=p=p=p=p=p=p (I like nuts =p)
  6. Excitable Boy

    Excitable Boy is a metaphor

    HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Add me to the PM list.
  7. Tadashi

    Tadashi kiss my greens

    GATEWAY PORTAL IN THE HAIR!!!!! There can be no other way.

    Looking forward to the next chapter =)
  8. Yami Ryu

    Yami Ryu Well-Known Member

    I giggled. I seriously, giggled.

    It's been a while since any story here, has managed that feet.

    I wish I could give a better review; and one that's more indepth but I don't really have the time at the moment per-say, but when I do have more time I'll sit down and read all of your chapters; and give you a better review than this.
  9. asperger1981

    asperger1981 good reader

    Who was that one, and what happened to Yami Ryu?

    I know this is an awesome fic, one of the better pieces ever written in here; and should be listed as 'things to use as a model for the writters of this franchise official stuff' and all that, but to receive any possitive praise from the official confidence destroyer for rookie writters, (which is most probably the first time in her lifetime, must it be said) ITS ONE MIRACLE.

    Besides that, I'd like to see you will handle the part with Fein (Fake) AKA the game's 'final boss'

    That would be awesome.
  10. psyrose3

    psyrose3 Well-Known Member

    Gonzap. X3

    Hear, hear!

    XD I began playing Pokemon Colosseum all over again... and when I found the character who Tom was based off, I lol'd out loud. THAT is THE most HILARIOUS mental image I have had in WAAAAAY too long... It made Tom glorious again.

    (Tom = The male hunter in the Gamecube games)

    *dies laughi-* Oh, wait, I can't die from laughter if you don't post the next chapter...

    Ciao! ~Psy
  11. Kurloz Makara

    Kurloz Makara Red Death

    (Actually dies from laughing too much.)

    More, more! This is so funny!
  12. CloverTheKirlia

    CloverTheKirlia Confidence Is Power

    Nice fic. I has so many rasons to lol and rofl and roflol! colosseumshipping is awesome! it be nic if yuo put more or some more of it here and what connection does espeon have with Rui?
  13. bobandbill

    bobandbill Winning Smile Staff Member Super Mod

    Chapter Up!

    Aha! I return with a new chapter in tow! FEAR IT.

    True, Tom does have parallels with me... maybe less crazy though. XD
    No problem - and yes, in-jokes that not many people get FTW. And I can't help the fact that they get bigger. Which isn't necessarily a bad thing either. :p
    Thanks. And now you know how awesome Miror B is. -_-
    Thanks a lot. (And thank Sammi for the banner which still remains awesome). And that's... a lot of '=p's' as well... yay.
    ... that was quick... mind expanding on that, such as what were your favourite parts? :/ But you've been added...
    Well, I did say I'd leave it up to the reviewers. XD
    Cheers, Yami. Nice to hear that it made you laugh - 'tis my main aim, besides explaining things, after all. I hope you enjoy the rest of my lightly-written comedy. :)
    Why so surprised? ;P But thanks for the praise here as well. Nice to hear, even if I know there are many a fic better then this, albeit not as many that rival comedy ;)

    Fake is an odd one, and really doesn't make any sense. Just randomly appears, and... well, sucks. I'll look into him, although dealing with the post-main-storyline events won't be easy, if them being an anti-climatic end to the game... but hey, no need to follow events quite to a t, right? :p

    And as Psyrose says, it was Gonzap at the end of the prologue.
    Yeah, Tom I guess becomes funnier if you apply which NPC he is based on. Not to mention if one reads his lines in my ever-so-not-odd voice it's even funnier, so I'm told. -_-
    And you're not allowed to die from laughing after this chapter too. There be more coming! (Eventually).
    Shame, if you hadn't died... :p But thanks all the same.
    Hmm, well, strictly speaking the 'colosseum-shipping' aspect isn't quite a major part of my fic, as it's how I've chosen to go about it for now (and if it was, it would've been in the Shipping section anyways, and might have had less focus on other characters, like Tom >_<). Plus I'm not about to rush things and all... but who knows? You'll just have to stick around. :p
    As for the second question, I have to admit I'm confused... care to elaborate? :/ (can do so via visitor messages if you want, btw).

    Ok, the next chapter. It's been a good while, but I was busy pretending I had a life outside of here, etc, etc. :p But I suppose there's some good news - this one is a giant of a chapter (yep, far longer then any other >_<). Will take two posts, so splitting it into a place where, if you want a break from reading, is a decent spot to do so for a while, with a scene shift and all. Length's partly also put down to some fairly new stuff that you'll see, such as fun fun fun plot set-up (so there's less later :p), and some stuff regarding characters as well. Some explanations as well.

    Chapter is IMO tad less funny then the previous (no opportunity as good as a Miror B battle), and I was being experimental and went with something... different for the last scene. Whee. But still plenty of jokes (hopefully ;) ), a fair few being small. Plus ye pastry/pastry-related food item of sorts. And I swear - any resembalence to past occurances/comedy ideas or other people's characters are entirely co-incidental. Honest. ;)

    Oh, and yay for posting this on my birthday! Hurrah for good timing.


    Chapter 12 – Attack of the Interviewers

    “Sir! Mr Wes man! Wait up!” an interviewer called as Wes exited the police station, the anxious man marching up to him.

    Oh no, not another one, Wes thought in dismay, regarding the interviewer who was currently waving his microphone in Wes’s face with great enthusiasm with a look of despair. Espeon and Umbreon looked on with an equal look of anguish; not looking forward to another interview.

    Over the last few days, Pyrite Town had come under invasion of a mindless army of reporters, anxious to make a name for themselves, and confuse as many people as possible with their euphemisms and constant requests for anecdotes in the process.

    “What did you think when you had to...” the man began in a bright smile and voice, before Wes cut him off.

    “Oh for goodness sakes, don’t you have anyone else better to annoy? Family relations, perhaps?” Wes asked sourly.

    The news reporter remained where he was, the smile still plastered upon his face and the microphone still mere millimetres away from Wes’s face.

    “So then, what’s your favourite brand of toilet paper?”

    Wes sighed, running a hand through his hair in exasperation.

    “Oh... hey, is that a Gym Leader over there?” Wes suddenly interjected, glancing over the man’s shoulder into the distance. The man gave a loud gasp and turned around, stumbling over to where Wes had looked. Then he stopped short.

    “But where...” he muttered before turning back to Wes; but by then Wes and his Pokemon had taken the opportunity and had slipped away out of sight.

    Wes walked quickly, anxious to get away from the reporter – he had enough of being pestered all day. Soon enough he reached a small, quiet street. He half-heartedly kicked a stone along the ground, and sighed to himself as Espeon and Umbreon went over to amuse themselves somewhere; he had managed to lose the attention of the residents of Pyrite town, and was content for the rare piece of solitude.

    There was just something about the fact that everyone in town now gaped at him, and whispered that he had single-handedly brought to their attention the presence of Cipher, and had brought them down for good – attention had never been something Wes had had before, and it made him uncomfortable to suddenly have so much of it over the last several days.

    “Hello, Wes,” a squeaky voice piped suddenly from behind him. Wes jumped up, startled by this, and frowned.

    Great – another resident, he thought grimly to himself.

    “Can I have an autograph?” the person continued, already brandishing a piece of paper – oddly with small love-hearts dotted upon it - and a pen. Wes sighed and took them, anxious to scribble his name on it quickly and be done with the person.

    ‘Could you address it to, um me?”

    “Oh, fine... what’s your name?”

    “Oh, it’s ‘Phillar Caractor’,” the man said. Wes stared – But then again, it seems most people in this region had strange names, he mused, as he wrote down the name as Phillar spelt it out. Handing it back, Wes sat down on the kerb again, before turning around a minute later to find the man still there. He was staring creepily and intently at Wes’s left arm, and appeared to be drooling slightly.

    “Yes?” Wes asked, somewhat unnerved by the man’s stares.

    “Oh... um, sorry,” the man said, seemingly confused himself and catching himself out of his trance. “But now, I was thinking – we can be friends!”

    “…Um, sure…” Wes said, not very keen on this random friend request from a person he never met before.

    “Yay! We are the best of friends!” the man proclaimed happily and loudly. “Now, can you lend me some money?”

    “What- no!” Wes shouted.

    “Oh, ok…” the man said sadly, before he quietly walked away towards the northern end of town, clutching the piece of paper in his hand.

    Wes sighed once more, before returning to the peace and quiet he currently had the opportunity to enjoy.

    I wonder what’s there’s left to do now… Well, frankly, ever since the business regarding Miror B, there’s been nothing to do, Wes thought glumly. All but Miror B had been seemingly accounted for, and suddenly all that was of interest in Pyrite – besides the odd Pokemon battle – was the challenge of trying to keep interviews with the reporters below five a day.

    Admittedly though, the whole Shadow Pokémon business seemed far from over. It appeared that Pyrite was only part of the dealings that Cipher had done, and that their grasp extended far further than had been anticipated. It was also confirmed that the criminals captured had no idea where was Cipher’s main base, although apparently Miror B had known this. Wes sighed – if they hadn’t let him escape, they would have been able to find out so much more about Cipher’s doings.

    “Hello again!”

    “Arrgh!” Wes jumped to his feet again and turned, to see Phillar greet him again with a wide smile. How did he return from the opposite direction? Wes wondered, confused as to how Phillar had seemingly returned from the south side of town. “What do you want now?” he asked.

    The man seemed to ponder the question for some time, before simply shrugging and smiling even more brightly at Wes.

    Wes sighed. “Then why are you here?”

    “Can I have some mon-“

    “NO! Go away!” Wes ordered.

    “…Well then, do you want to see my inventions?”

    “Not really, no,” Wes said.

    “But look! This is a fabulous thing I have here!” the man said, pulling out another piece of paper, which had a large, bold question mark written in the middle of it. “This thing is what I call… the ‘Question mark!”

    “You invented the question mark,” Wes repeated blankly. This man must be mad… or maybe Espeon affected his mind with his mind wiping…

    “Yes indeedy, friend!” the man confirmed. “You can use it in sentences that involve a question being asked! Like, for instance…” the man then turned the paper over, to reveal a message ‘Would you like to see an example?’.

    “See?!” the man said excitedly. “I’m so clever, because it’s really an example! See the question mark there?”

    Wes sighed, as the man continued rambling, trying to convince Wes that he desperately needed funds to develop a friend for the question mark that he would call the ‘exclamation mark’. He had enough of these annoying crazy people, and decided to try to get rid of him.

    “Hey, listen, there’s a Gym Leader by the exact opposite side of town...” he said, but he didn’t bother to finish his sentence as Phillar happily bounded off to investigate this piece of information. Wes this time waited a few extra minutes, before sitting down once again upon seeing Phillar not return, before he returned to his thoughts.

    Yes, it’s a shame that there’s nothing to do, and that Miror B got away… But still; we did rescue Plusle, and arrest all those people as well... Wes mused. And the extra people from the Police force from those fancy-pants regions came yesterday as well, meaning we may have less to do, he added to himself as he sat down on a somewhat clean piece of kerb, remembering the group of people which had arrived in style to Pyrite town. They hadn’t seemed very impressed by the town of Pyrite to say the least – Wes didn’t blame them for that, given they must have come from far better places, nor had to work in a slum like Pyrite before. Being shouted at by the old lady who mistook everyone for salesmen hadn’t left a good impression on them either. Sherles merely frowned at them when they waltzed in, muttering that not nearly half the number that he had expected had been sent over. All four regions had ended up sending over at least a couple of policemen each, but Sherles had been disappointed in the end result of support. Still, it was certainly better than nothing. Sherles was talking to the group right now; no doubt they would have to get used to the veteran’s rough ways quick.

    Wes’s Pokémon had more or less recovered from the dancing ordeal they had had – and he and Rui were fine as well, although still rather surprised by the fact that Miror B had had a radio that made people dance. Clearly Cipher has some people capable to making such a device, and that fact was somewhat worrying. Croconaw had also had sudden urges now and then to dance for a moment or two, before quickly pulling himself out of it and glancing around to see if anyone had noticed. Makuhita seemed unaffected however, and for the most part was still his old aggressive self, attacking defenceless gates and walls to amuse himself.

    As for the Shadow Pokemon obtained, the number had grown to seventeen. In addition to the Yanma and Sudowoodo Wes had snagged, they had collected some more in the raid in a Remoraid, Mantine, Qwilfish, Dunsparce, Meditate and a Swablu. They were being gradually purified by Wes, Rui, Secc and Johnson (who was currently complaining that they seemed to get irritated by his mere presence). The Pokemon all varied in size and nature, yet all were generally easy to unsettle, and quick to anger.

    One exception to this seemed to be the Yanma, who remained as hyperactive as ever, partly due to it seemingly to have had a drawback to the coffee Nore had evidently given it. Every time it caught sight of the brown substance, it would dart right for it. Residents of Pyrite were now keeping a closer eye on their supplies of coffee, after one nasty incident resulting a frightened child, overturned bins, and bizarrely enough minor explosions in the Colosseum - all caused by an overly eccentric Yanma which had flown around for hours on end, before collapsing out of tiredness onto an unsuspecting interviewer. The interviewer had been seemingly unfazed by it though, having promptly started to try to interview it.

    Slowly yet surely however, their aura was slowly diminishing according to Rui, who seemed more at ease at being able to see such things; and Secc’s daily analysis of them confirmed that their emotional levels were steadily returning to a normal state.

    What was curious was that for a fair few Pokemon now, their Shadow Metres were fully depleted and showed that their emotional states had almost returned to normal – yet some still showed hints of their Shadow personality, and all still had, Rui claimed, a dark aura to them. Secc concluded that although they had have improved, they still had more of their Shadow selves to dispel. He was currently researching for any hint on how to truly turn them back, but for now was only able to guess that they needed more time for now.

    “Wes?” a voice called suddenly, breaking Wes out of his reverie – he looked up and looked at Rui, who approached happily and plonked herself down next to Wes.

    “Hey,” Wes said. So much for peace and quiet, he thought with a small twinge of disappointment. But to be honest, I don’t mind her company, he continued to himself. And at least it’s not that other guy. Heck, Gonzap was less annoying than him at times!

    “What’s up, Wes?” she asked.

    “Oh, nothing. Just these darn people that keep bothering me… and interviewers.”

    “Really? Where were they?” Rui asked suddenly, looking around curiously. Wes laughed slightly at Rui’s enthusiasm.

    “Why do you enjoy them so much? I find them somewhat annoying, after they ask the same question for the millionth time on what brand of sunscreen I use, because they can’t find anything decent to ask.”

    “True,” Rui chuckled. “I don’t think they’ve had much reporting or interviewing practise before. But I just find it fun to talk about... stuff. And it’s fun to see them get confused and all by talking longer than they expected,” she added with a mischievous smile.

    “Umbreon!” (I get rid of them by eating their microphones!) Umbreon said proudly, returning with Espeon who rolled his eyes at Umbreon’s way of getting rid of people.

    “Espi. Espeon!” (That’s a lousy way, and it gave you indigestion. Simply confusing them on who they were meant to interview is much simpler…) Rui laughed, and petted Espeon – one such reviewer had annoyed Espeon enough that the end result was the reporter giving a three hour long interview with himself. It ended up being aired on television as well, bringing much entertainment to all.

    “Well, wouldn’t your parents see you on T.V. by now?” Wes asked. Rui gave a sudden gasp, and then burst out laughing.

    “Oh god, they would have! And I had spent half an hour talking about laundry detergents just to annoy that one guy who kept shoving his microphone up my face, and then it was on T.V. the next day!”

    “Espeon!” (I TOLD you not to overdo it...)

    “My dad would be so embarrassed, I’m sure about that...” she said, before shrugging. “What about your father, Wes?” Rui asked, still giggling. Wes paused for a moment before answering.

    “I...don’t have one,” he said simply.

    “Well, that’s... wait, what?” Rui said suddenly. “No... father? Oh... “

    “No mother either,” Wes continued.

    “But... that’s horrible!” Rui exclaimed, shocked. I’ve known plenty of people – who were mostly Pokemon trainers, come to think of it - in my town that don’t seem to have a father... but to have no parents at all? Poor guy! Rui thought.

    “But... what...” Rui began. Wes gave a small, sad smile.

    “I never knew them, actually,” Wes said. “I was in an orphanage for a while, in a different region which was, believe it or not, worse off than Orre is. After a while I simply escaped, and ended joining some gang for a while – I don’t think anyone from the orphanage really bothered to look for me when I left – they were probably glad. We did some pretty crazy stuff...”

    “Espeon. Espi...” (Yeah... like graffiti walls with maths slogans, or terrorise abandoned shopping trolleys. Totally radical...) Espeon drawled.

    “Then less than a year or so ago,” Wes continued, ignoring Espeon’s comment, “I stole myself away on a ship, which ended up taking me here. Looked for work, had trouble doing so, before Team Snagem came along and I joined them. And the rest is history.”

    Silence started after Wes stopped talking, both him and Rui in deep thought. Then Rui drew closer, and gave Wes a tight hug.

    “I’m sorry...” she mumbled, before letting go.

    “Well... um, there’s no need to be. All in the past,” Wes said, surprised but not minding Rui’s actions.

    “Umb Umbreon...” (You didn’t mention me or Espeon in your ever-so-detailed history there...) he began. Wes laughed, and gave Umbreon a thoughtful pet on the head.

    “No... I met these two when they were just Eevee shortly after leaving the orphanage – they were simply sitting in some alley, looking frightened and confused. They decided to just follow me, despite the fact that I had no idea where I was going.”

    “Espi, Espeon...” (Hey, we were merely wondering what the hell you were doing in an alley...) Espeon began.

    “And what you were doing there yourselves, exactly?” Wes asked, raising his eyebrows.

    “...Espeon...Esp,” (...exploring or something or rather... oh fine, we too were lost,) Espeon admitted.

    “Umbreon!” (I was playing battleships!) Umbreon remarked happily.

    “Well, I just took care of them, and they kinda grew on me. We’ve been friends for years now, and I’ve also had fun training them – they seem to enjoy it too.”

    “Espeon!” (Too right! Wes does know how to command a battle!)

    Rui gave a small grin then. “Well, Wes, maybe you’ll teach me how to battle then?” Rui asked.

    Wes smiled. “Sure.”


    Wes grimaced at the sound of yet another window shattering into a million fragments, and the yells of angry neighbours that followed.

    “Espeon...” (Rui... half of your Pokeball releases have ended up breaking something!)

    “Oops...” Rui said quietly, for what Wes thought had been the umpteenth time.

    “Espeon!” (You’re the worst thing the town has seen since Cipher!) Espeon drawled sarcastically, observing the scene of destruction that stood before them.

    “Never mind Espeon,” Wes advised. “Look, there’s no need to throw the Pokeball so hard or so far – just a small throw will do it.”

    “Ok,” Rui said, preparing yet another throw as she took another spare Pokeball out of her bad. Trying to concentrate harder this time, she aimed the ball, and threw it.

    Shortly afterwards, Wes grimaced at the sound of yet another window shattering.

    “...Umbreon?” (How did you manage to throw that backwards of all directions?)

    “I think we might move on from throwing Pokeballs,” Wes added hastily, noticing Rui reach for yet another Pokeball. “Maybe you should just, err, practise sending out Pokemon by just pressing the button on the Pokeball as opposed to throwing it.”

    “Ok then,” Rui said, reaching for a Pokeball, aiming it to the ground, and pressing the small white button situated on the equators of the ball. A white beam shot out, and Quagsire popped out, looking dazed and confused.

    “Quag...?” (Duh...what?) it said sleepily, before Rui then returned it to its Pokeball.

    “..Well done,” Wes said, pleasantly surprised that Rui hadn’t broken anything this time.

    “Come on out again!” Rui cried, sending out Quagsire another time. Quagsire looked visibly more confused and dumb folded then usual at being sent out again – which is a sight indeed, Wes thought, given what it normally looks like with those tiny eyes. Meanwhile, Rui returned Quagsire to its Pokeball before it had time to respond, before once again sending it out.

    “Umb...Umb...” (So... shiny...) Umbreon said as he watched the lights from the Pokeball constantly materialise into Quagsire, then suck it back into the Pokeball. Wes thought it was becoming a bit too much for Quagsire by this stage – it now had the annoyed expression one usually got when they had to listen to Johnson for too long – albeit Quagsire’s face still maintained the somewhat vacant look it always seemed to have.

    “I think, Rui...” Wes said, before a sudden shout from the Police station caught his attention.

    “Wes!” a gruff voice called. Wes turned and looked – the sight of Sherles advancing in his slow steady way confirmed who Wes had thought called him. He waited patiently as Sherles came up to him, while Rui gave a wave to him in-between further practise of using a Pokeball.

    “Ok then, I’ve just had a talk with the new recruits. Bunch of know-it-alls,” Sherles muttered, before spying Espeon, and the ‘mind-wiper’ machine still attached to his neck. “Firstly, that’s got to go, I’m afraid,” Sherles remarked, yanking it from him.

    “Wait, what?” Wes asked, confused.

    “Espeon!” (No, my mind wiper! That thing was fun!) Espeon shouted, disappointed that his toy was gone.

    “Unfortunately, those good-for nothing youngsters insisted that actually controlling people in such a way is against the law, according to some ‘Section 56 624.27, Catch 22’ or something from the law book. Never mind that it actually stopped those criminals,” Sherles said bitterly.

    “But, seeing as you knew it was against the law, given you know what law it was,” Wes began, who was wondering why they had decimal points in the law numbers, or that they had so many laws to begin with, “why did you tell them?”

    Soundlessly, Sherles pointed to an approaching Johnson.

    “Ah,” Wes said.

    “Not again, Johnson...” Rui remarked, why still absent-mindedly sending and returning Quagsire. However with her attention now partly on Sherles and his information, her aim no longer remained at the ground, as Quagsire suddenly found himself perched on the roof of a house, before again being forced to return to the Pokeball.

    “Espeon! Esp...Espeon?” (But I want it back! But Sherles... why couldn’t we just mind-wipe the new people into forgetting about it?)

    “It came to mind,” Sherles said, “but firstly, if we were to do such a thing and get caught... well, it wouldn’t be worth it frankly. Everyone in the know within the Police headquarters would know anyway now, given that I, and Johnson, wasn’t only talking to the group here, but their respective heads of Police across each region via live telecast. Not to mention Johnson even gave a couple of them the Itemfinders we used to protect ourselves from the Mind reader for them to examine!”

    “...I said I was sorry,” Johnson muttered.

    “Still, Johnson, there goes a good way to win our battle with Cipher! I’m already now caught up in some red tape, although luckily I was able to shut Johnson up before he DID tell them we wiped minds and all – told them we just used some very mild mental persuasion, which is luckily good enough for them, as long as none of that business continues goes on.”

    “Not with them knowing though,” Wes added, not in the least bit happy he was seemingly expected to have to obey some obscene rule now – his Pokemon, he thought, were allowed to do what they wanted.

    “True,” Sherles admitted, “but remember, if you do it’ll have to be without these items providing Espeon assistance, it’s only to be used if given ‘clearance’ by the powers that be, or if not, then without anyone knowing, thanks to Johnson,” Sherles said, with annoyance emphasised on Johnson’s name. “Honestly, you haven’t helped out much at all since I’ve hired you.”

    “Hey, I helped out with my Magikarp in the battles and all,” Johnson defended.

    “True,” Wes added. “His Magikarp actually won in a two-on-one battle during the initial battle we had in the hideout bust.”

    Sherles stared at Wes for a moment, and then burst out laughing, guffawing at the absurdity of that statement.

    “That’s a good one, Wes!” he wheezed.

    “But...it’s true! I spent ages EV training my Magikarp and all to have it that strong...I had so many battles against other Magikarp to have it as fast as it is for instance...” Johnson insisted, but his words were lost on a disbelieving Sherles.

    “Quag?” (Help?) Quagsire managed to call, finding himself now on top of a lamppost temporarily, before Rui returned him to his Pokeball without looking, still absentmindedly pressing the button on the capsule.

    “But it probably won’t matter much though,” Sherles added. “We do have the police force here to help us, even if smaller numbers… They’re also, by the way, pretty amazed however with Secc and how he manufactured them, calling him some super whiz at technology and whatnot. But let’s go inside; there’s some stuff I want to show you. After these people finally leave, that is,” Sherles said, observing the last of the newcomers slowly walk out of the Police station and embrace the stench of Pyrite.

    “Ok then, just after I practise sending out Quagsire one more time,” Rui said, before turning around to locate Quagsire, who was trying to dizzily waddle away from Rui now, and returned him to the ball. Meanwhile, one more person emerged from the Police station as Wes and Sherles approached, a scowl furrowed on his face as he sipped from a mug he clutched, clearly not happy to be here.

    “Hurry up, youngster,” Sherles snapped as he continued to linger by the entrance. “Andrew, was it? Shouldn’t you be going over those boxes found in the hideout?”

    “What’s it to you? And I’ll do it soon enough; never you mind, old man,” he replied coolly, seemingly disinterested in what Sherles said. Wes frowned – he had thought that police officers – especially those from the big regions – would have had more manners than that.

    “What’re you looking at?” the man continued, glaring at Wes. “Think you’re some big-shot, huh?” Wes flared at the comment, and the man grinned, knowing he had riled up Wes. “You’re just some guy who moved to the winning side at the right time, aren’t you?”

    Luckily for Andrew, before Wes moved to respond with more than a few sharp words, a mournful grunt was sounded by Andrew’s feet, who suddenly jumped backwards in shock.

    “What the hell is that!?” he cried, somewhat startled in the least at the sight of a dizzy Quagsire trying to keep steady, with his stupid gaze looking up at the man.

    “Quag…sire?” (Where am I… are you food?) Quagsire asked suddenly, looking up brightly at what he thought was a pile of walking food as opposed to a person. He stepped forward happily, while the man stepped back uncertainly, unsure how to deal with the Quagsire.

    “Sorry about that!” Rui called from afar. “I’ll just recall him…” she said, before pressing the button and directing the Pokeball at Quagsire. A small ‘click’ sound followed, and a pause; then nothing. Frowning, Rui tried again, and again, but all that happened was the appearance of a small trail of smoke now seeping out of the Pokeball. “It’s not working!” she cried.

    “Don’t tell me you broke the Pokeball by using it too many times…” Sherles muttered to himself. Wes meanwhile grinned at Andrew – it seemed that he was unfamiliar with Quagsire, and looked like he had had the shock of his life.

    “I’ll just try this one,” Rui said, pulling out another Pokeball. “Come here, Quagsire,” she called, directing it at Quagsire who was currently attempting to bite off the man’s shoe, dawdling after him with his short flippers outstretched. Rui pressed the button, and white light ejected out of the ball – only now Andrew found himself facing a curious Yanma as well.

    “Arrgh!” he screamed, Yanma’s huge bug-out eyes regarding him.

    “Yanma Yanma Yanma!” (Hi how are you I’m a Pokemon look at me I can fly whee!) Yanma buzzed at him as it darted around him, before stopping short and hovering by his hand, sniffing at the mug Andrew was holding.

    “Oh dear, that was Yanma’s ball, not a spare one...” Rui said quietly, realising another blunder of hers.

    “YANMA!” (COFFEE!) it shouted, knocking the mug out of his hands and licking at the spilled substance. Meanwhile, Quagsire had taken this moment of Andrew’s distraction and bit his foot, trying to overcome his rubber boots.

    “Arrgh! What is with these Pokemon!?”

    “Quag…” (Tastes like chicken…) Quagsire said, while Yanma gave a shrill screech of happiness as his eyes seemed to grow larger.

    “Yanma-Yanma-Yanma-Yanma-Yanma-Yanma-Yanma! (Yay I got coffee I like the coffee it makes me go faster and faster and faster and faster and faster and hungrier and faster again and look at me hehehe I like you Mr coffee giver man I’m going to follow you!) Yanma said with glee, zooming even faster around and around Andrew, who gave a cry of confusion and ran away with Yanma following with ease, leaving Quagsire to continue chewing his boot.

    “…Let’s go inside before the Yanma comes back, and deal with what it does later,” Sherles finally said. The others wholeheartedly agreed.


    “Ok then, we have some more info here on Cipher that also regards Shadow Pokemon. We’ve found these,” Sherles said, producing two CD disks, with the words ‘Ein File H’ and ‘Ein File P’ written on them. “One we found by the place you battled Miror B, and this other one apparently Johnson had picked up. There’s information relating to Shadow Pokemon here, and we suspect there might be some more as well, which we’re still searching for, just in case.”

    “Yes, I found it after the first fight and put it in my pocket,” Johnson interjected, anxious to establish it was him who had found it.

    “Plus we now have a new name to go on who’s connected to Cipher,” Sherles added.

    “Who?” Rui asked, curious.

    “Oh, I know! Miror B, of course,” Johnson said.

    “Johnson?” Sherles responded.


    “You’re an idiot.”

    “Oh...someone new... well then, was it that Andrew guy?” When Sherles didn’t respond, Johnson continued, “Oh, I know! It’s Rui, isn’t it?”

    “No, she’s on our side! No, it’s a man called Ein, hence the name written on the CDs. He is, I’m guessing, the guy who compiled these disks, and he also seems to have had a large part in making Shadow Pokemon, judging by how he writes about them. Unfortunately, our database returned multiple results for a person named Ein, so it’s firstly a matter of shifting through them. Also, most of this information is stuff we already know, really – some stuff about Hyper State and what it can do – there’s a printout of it for you by the way,” Sherles added, handing Wes a large bundle of papers. “But there’s some interesting stuff there as well – apparently, according to this Ein person, one CAN purify Pokemon, although how is not mentioned... and that they plan to try to make... unpurifiable Pokemon.”

    “Really?’ That’s rather interesting… so it sounds as if it is possible to purify them,” Wes said.

    “But if they were able to make it impossible to purify them...” Rui added, shivering at the thought.

    “Indeed. It’s quite a fair bit of mixed news here, although I think-” Sherles began, before being cut off by the sound of the door opening and a reporter barging in.

    “On reporting business,” the man explained, waving his microphone at the group, and before Sherles could respond, he had waltzed into the prison – currently full with the people they had arrested – and waved the microphone at a prisoner’s face.

    “So, what’s prison like?” the interviewer asked, pulling out a tape recorder as well. Meanwhile another person walked in – Sherles move to stop him, and then relaxed upon seeing Duking enter the room, with Plusle bouncing happily besides his towering master.

    “Hello there,” Duking spoke in his booming voice. The large man had been much more upbeat ever since Plusle had returned to him, already having regained a more assertive posture and exuded happiness. He then frowned slightly, hearing questions come from the prison cells. “What’s going on there?”

    “Oh, just a reporter,” Sherles muttered, as a persistent ‘Do you think working for Cipher had been a good career move for you?’ sounded, accompanied by angry and annoyed responses from the prisoners. A faint reply from one could also be heard, mentioning that the person had only wanted to join a dance school in the first place.

    “Poor them,” Rui said. “Now the reporters seem to want to interview them...”

    “Serves them right for kidnapping Plusle,” Duking said. “It’s good to have him back; even if I can’t understand him well for he jabbers too quickly for me to understand him – my hearing’s been a bit off today. But, I’m glad to have him back and all.”

    “Plusle Plusle Plusle!” (I wonder what time lunch will be I’m hungry and want to go for a walk and then play with the children whee children!)

    Duking smiled, and knelt down and petted Plusle. “That’s right; I love you too,” he said, as Wes stared. He’s right – he doesn’t understand Plusle that well... he thought, having a sneaking suspicion Plusle had been talking about other things.

    “Rui,” Sherles said, “out of curiosity; what did bring you to Pyrite town again in the first place?”

    “Well, I was going to Agate Village to visit my...” Suddenly Rui gave a small gasp.

    “What is it?” Wes asked.

    “Oh man... all this time I’ve been here, and I’ve supposed to have been in Agate Village visiting my grandparents... I guess I just... forgot,” she added sheepishly.

    “You... forgot?” Wes asked, raising an eyebrow. Is such a thing possible?

    “Espeon! Espeon...” (I swear, she isn’t that much better than Johnson! Being that forgetful doesn’t make sense...)

    “What’s Agate Village again?” Johnson asked suddenly.

    “Well, I did have it in my mind when you rescued me... but I somehow kept forgetting about it ever since I bumped my head in Phenac City... to be honest, I don’t remember much at all around then.”

    “Umberon, Umb?” (Maybe a certain use of one’s powers in Phenac City had to do with that, eh, Espeon?) Umbreon whispered to Espeon, an amused and knowing look in his eye.

    “...Esp...” (...Shut up...) Espeon responded, his eyes shifting around.

    “I only remember something about being angry at... something, and I forgot about getting back to Agate for the most part, what with all these events...” Rui continued. “They’d probably know I’m safe, as I was on T.V., but I think I should head up there then.”

    Sherles nodded. “I agree. You did your part with this, and they are probably worried about you, Rui.”

    “Ok then, I’ll get my things soon. But how will I get there? I don’t even know where it is...”

    “I’ll go,” Wes offered, speaking up suddenly.

    “Really?” Rui said, sounding pleasantly surprised. Wes shrugged, with a light smile on his face.

    “Why not? Nothing much to do here now, and with the Police now taking over... might as well take you there. I can just drive the Zoomer there...”

    “Yes, I agree,” Sherles added. “There isn’t much you have to do here now; even if the majority of these young simpletons aren’t the most co-operative crew I’ve had the pleasure to work with, they’ll do fine, and I suppose you can keep purifying those Shadow Pokemon in Agate Village as well. Secc can keep in touch with you as well.”

    “Hey, would ya stop bugging us?” someone shouted loudly from the prison cells – it sounded a lot like Folly, Wes thought to himself.

    “And keep that microscope out of my face as well!” another added; this time Trudly was the one who shouted.

    “...It’s a microphone.”

    “Whatever. It’s bloody annoying!”

    “You two are almost as annoying as the reporter – shut up already!”

    “No, you!”

    “Can someone remind me how the hell did I get here again?”

    “Hey, give me back my microphone!”

    “Anyway...” Sherles said, interjecting in-between the shouts from the prison cell, “you better pack your things, Rui, and get ready to leave. No point to spend any more time here. Now, if you’d excuse me, I must be off,” he said, departing from the room.

    “Plusle Plusle Plusle!” (Have fun in Agate then you two I heard it has lots and lots and lots of trees I don’t know what trees really are but they sound tasty!) Duking suddenly looked surprised, and glanced down at Plusle.

    “What’s that?” Duking asked. “You want to go to Agate village with Rui and see trees?”

    “Plusle...” (No, I don’t...) Plusle said, wondering how Duking had arrived at that conclusion to what he had said.

    “Oh... ok then. If you’re sure you want to go some sight-seeing, I guess its ok,” Duking said.

    “Plus-Plusle!” (Ok- wait, no no no!)

    “Duking...” Rui began, meaning to tell him that Plusle had probably meant otherwise.

    “You’ll take good care of him, I’m sure,” Duking said, smiling. “I’ll go and tell the kids then,” he said, and with that left as well. Plusle looked at his departing back confused, then shrugged and jumped onto Rui’s shoulder.

    “Plusle…Plusle Plus!” (Well, a trip might be fun… and maybe they’ll have potatoes there as well!)

    “Well, he’s not going to be too much trouble, seeing he’s so small… ouch!” she cried, as Plusle accidentally dispelled some electricity and zapped Rui out of excitement of going for a trip, and the possibility of potatoes.

    “Plus!” (Sorry I just like potatoes!) Plusle said, now jumping up and down on Rui’s head.

    Sherles ducked his head back in through the door just then, and looked at Rui and Wes. A small smile could be seen below his moustache as he regarded Plusle’s antics, before speaking. “Oh, yes, before you do, you need to see someone, you two... a ‘Fateen’ wants to see you. A fortune teller, I believe.” With that, Sherles left the building.

    “...Her?” Wes asked. “That crazy woman? Bah, I don’t think we should...”

    “Why not?” Rui asked.

    “Because she was rubbish! I don’t believe in things like fortunetelling...”

    “Well, she said we would meet a tall dark stranger... and Miror B was tall...” Rui began, not so eager to discount her.

    “Oh, come off of it. Miror B was firstly only tall because of that ball of hair he had. And a dark stranger? Heck, with his outfit he nearly made my eyes bleed with all those colours...”

    “Well, that’s one way to put it...” Rui admitted. “Ok then...”

    “Oh, fine, we’ll go,” Wes then said.

    “Well – wait, what?”

    “Might as well, would only take a few minutes I guess...” Wes said. “Come on; we’ll get your things.”

    “Hey... um, can I come too?” Johnson asked suddenly. Wes seemed to ponder this question for a split second, before answering.

    “No. Besides, you may have to... um, show those new Policemen around. Especially that Andrew bloke,” he added as an afterthought. With that, the two left, as Umbreon glanced at Espeon and shook his head.

    “Umbreon?” (You went and did the same thing again, didn’t you?)

    “Espeon,” (Oh, come on; it was only a small nudge of persuasion,) Espeon said innocently.


    Shortly after, the two were more or less ready to go. Taking their belongings, they departed the police station and headed to the front of Pyrite town, dodging the occasional reporter anxious to ask them their opinion on whether Pyrite should be renamed ‘Ultimate Utopia of Ultimateness’ or ‘Borrisville’ to attract new tourists. Rui found Yanma weakly hovering around Pyrite hotel, the coffee’s effects already wearing off on the tired Pokemon who had evidently had fun chasing Andrew around town. After returning him to his Pokeball - with Wes making sure there were no mistakes with the process this time around - they placed their bags by the Zoomer, and headed into Fateen’s house. She was seated in front of her crystal ball, with another man standing anxiously before her.

    “You have... RETURNED!” Fateen spoke over-dramatically, adding in overly-eccentric hand gestures to her comment.

    “Well, we’re here to see you…” Rui said, before the man stepped forward.

    “Oh, no no no! I was here FIRST!” he shouted suddenly, causing all in the room to jump slightly. “Sorry,” he continued, “but I really do need to hear my fortune!”

    “Ok then…” Wes began, before the man cut in again.

    “IT’S MY TURN!” he shouted again, before turning and facing Fateen. “My turn… yesss...” he muttered under his breathe. Rui and Wes exchanged looks.

    “But, dear sir,” Fateen began, “you’ve been here all week! And... umm...” she continued, looking desperately around the room. ‘the words... they... not good!” she tried.

    “You said that yesterday!” the man retorted.

    “But I told you all that any sane person would want to know! From the incident that’ll happen to you involving your wife and your handsome friend…”

    “…Yes, well,” the man mumbled.

    “…and even how much you will lose after you bet your life savings on a horse that will lose because it ran the race in the wrong direction… AND let’s not forget that incident resulting in that law suit…”

    “Enough! Just tell me something else – please!” the man said, pleading to Fateen. “Something... good!”

    “Oh, fine,” Fateen grumbled, moving things away from her crystal ball. “But there’s just one thing I want to tell those kids – and it’ll only take a moment.”


    “But nothing – you will wait, or you can forget about your fortune telling!”

    The man stared for a moment, then mumbled and walked to the side of the room, amusing himself by glancing at a bookshelf and mumbling to himself about his fortune.

    “He’s been this way all week... and he scares the other customers away,” Fateen grumbled quietly to Wes and Rui. “Threw my crystal ball at them and everything. Lucky it didn’t break. But anyway – I have some information that’ll be of help to you regarding those Shadow Pokemon you have...”

    Oh man, not another person trying to help out... Wes thought. Fateen must have noticed his sceptical look, as she addressed him. “Oh, I can offer you some advice,” she said simply, “Team Snagem boy.”

    “But...” Wes said. It was odd that she seemed to have known about him having worked for Team Snagem – that information had been kept under wraps away from the reporters, and hence the general public - but maybe the reporters had found out.

    “And, I know you are on your way to Agate Village – which may be fate working, actually,” Fateen added. Wes stared – she couldn’t have possibly known that. He shifted uneasily.

    “Ok then,” Rui said, intrigued. “What is it you want to say?”

    “Well, you have a problem purifying them, do you not? All I want to say is that I had a vision!” Fateen exclaimed, suddenly throwing sparkles into the air from a small box on the desk.

    “Espi...” (Maybe you did, but why the sparkles?) Espeon asked, eying them with scepticism.

    “Umbre!” (Shiny!)

    Then an uncomfortable pause followed.

    “...Yes?” Rui said finally.

    “Huh... oh yes. I lost myself there for a moment,” Fateen said, shaking herself out of a gaze at a particular interesting-looking wall. “The vision!” she cried, throwing more sparkles in the air.

    “...And?” Wes prompted.

    “Well... the key to freeing them is in the north. More specifically, Agate Village.”

    “Oh, ok...” Rui said, pondering this. “Is that all?”

    “Of course!” Fateen said, sounding a little bit offended. “What do you want, me to tell you how to do everything to beat this ga- err, I mean, my visions aren’t always clear,” she said, seemingly catching herself from saying something.

    “Well, thanks...I guess,” Wes said. “We’ll, ah, keep that in mind. Rui, let’s go – we’ll be on our way in... two or three minutes.”

    “No, you won’t,” Fateen suddenly said.

    “Wait, what?”

    “Don’t you know? Outside looms the biggest danger of all – the invisible pixies!” Fateen continued, waving her hands mysteriously with a dramatic edge to her voice. Wes simply sighed and walked out, with Rui and his Pokemon following. Meanwhile, the man stepped up to Fateen.

    “TELL ME MY FORTUNE NOW! PLEASE!” he shouted pleadingly, causing Rui to jump slightly at the question as she stepped outside.

    “Oh, all right,” she said. She turned to her crystal ball, gave it the quickest of glances, and then turned back to the man. “You will die.”

    “Oh, ok- wait, WHAT?”

    “Twenty dollars, please,” she said, ignoring his reaction and holding her hand out. But the man simply ran out past Wes and Rui, howling with sadness and heading straight for the pub.

    “Pity...” Fateen said quietly. “I forgot to tell him he’d die due to old age...” she added to herself with a wry smile, satisfied she was rid of him.

    Meanwhile, Rui sat down in the side seat of the Zoomer, as Wes retuned his Pokemon to their Pokeballs, and hopped into the driver’s seat. Giving Pyrite town one last look, Wes gunned the Zoomer, and they started off north for Agate Village.

    Last edited: Dec 6, 2008
  14. bobandbill

    bobandbill Winning Smile Staff Member Super Mod

    Nascour let out an irritated sigh, as he observed a grunt walk out of his office and close the door. A temporary television had been just set up, so he was finally able to watch shows again, but he wasn’t really in the mood for it. All they showed now, apparently, were constant reports on how they had found Cipher out in Pyrite, exposing their hideout, their plans and their identity. It was a relief that the people working there had not been well informed about things other than their role in Pyrite, but it had been a major loss nonetheless.

    Plus, the television was just not the same. The previous one had been a real thing to behold, and had countless functions. Many hadn’t much to do with televisions or were utterly pointless – Nascour himself did not comprehend how nor why a television that could display shows in brilliant detail would also be able to sharpen pencils, and have a bagel-making unit at the side of all things – but it was the principle of the matter. Nascour would have dearly loved to have boasted about his bagel-making television. Boasting about such things gave him a rare satisfaction, like the kind he got upon seeing a particularly cunning plan work to perfection. But instead; he had this sad excuse of a television, which constantly sounded as if there were angry wasps inside of it, whether it was off or on. And it was ridiculously small as well!

    Yes, things had gone pear-shaped recently for him, and for Cipher. Things were in disarray, and instead of having the luxury of being able to work at a slow yet safe pace, they now had to scurry just to conceal themselves.

    And it was all because of that blasted former Team Snagem boy.

    He had started the loss Team Snagem had suffered, and it turned out that he had helped continue that process as well in Pyrite, inflicting unconceivable damage to Cipher. Plus that girl too… if Miror B’s peons had done their job with her in the first place, then the events of Pyrite wouldn’t have occurred, and Nascour would have probably not have broken his bagel-making television either.

    Yes, the boy would pay for what he caused when the opportunity arises; I’ll see to that, Nascour thought, frowning as he adjusted the long streaks of white hair he had, then smothered the purple clothes he liked to sport. Nascour knew it was a particular bad choice of clothing, but he didn’t really care – there were bigger and more important things to think about. Plus having the grunts scurry at the mere sight of him was always handy.

    Suddenly, the voice of the reception lady sounded outside his office, with her sounding a bit overcome by something. “Nascour, sir – there’s, umm, someone who wants to see you.”

    “And who is it?” Nascour asked, irritably. The lady was new on the job – the old receptionist had been sacked after overusing the intercom system to whinge loudly about his failed marriage and how not as many people read his fanfics – fanfics of all things – as he would have liked – so she wasn’t familiar with who was who yet.

    “Well, it’s…”

    “You don’t know who I am, lady?” another voice added suddenly. Nascour grimaced sourly – he knew who that was.

    And the salsa music faintly playing outside his office in the background was a telltale sign as well.

    “I know him – I’m coming,” Nascour called, before leaving the office. Closing the door behind him, he turned and saw Miror B set down an oversized radio by the receptionist’s desk.

    “Why, I’m the fabulous Miror B!” he exclaimed, with a dazzling smile.

    “…Who?” the seated woman managed, looking intimidated by Miror B’s afro, which towered over her.

    “I’m only the most famous dancer in the land!” he boasted.

    “Miror B, that’s enough terrorizing my receptionist,” Nascour ordered. Miror B however raised a hand, waving him off.

    “Nonsense – and I’m surprised she’s not put off by your constant unappealing choice of clothing as well!” he retorted, sniffing in disdain at Nascour’s grim and odd attire while taking out the tape from the radio, and inserting another. A song started playing, as Miror B then jumped on the desk and started dancing, then singing to the song.

    Don't blame it on sunshine
    Don't blame it on moonlight
    Don't blame it on good times
    Blame it on the boogie!

    “That’s enough, Miror B,” Nascour started, but Miror B ignored him, continuing to dance, and sing louder as well, losing himself in the music.

    Don't blame it on sunshine
    Don't blame it on moonlight

    “For goodness’s sakes, stop singing so loud!” someone shouted from down the hall, as the receptionist wisely decided to leave the room.

    Don't blame it on good times

    Then, Miror B pulled off a back flip from the desk and landed on the floor perfectly, while suddenly singing extremely loudly and with enormous enthusiasm:

    Blame it on the BOOGIE!

    “SHUT UP, MIROR B!” Nascour cried. Miror B suddenly looked around, seeming breaking out from his trance.

    Oh, I do hate it when he starts shouting... Miror B thought. It’s terribly off key as well! “Hey, where did she go?” he added to his thoughts, noticing her absence.

    “This is not the time!” Nascour shouted, grabbing Miror B by the arm and dragging him into his office, while Miror B yelped musically in surprise, and grabbed his radio just before he was hauled out of reach of it.

    “Now, explain yourself! How the hell did you screw it up! I bet you’ve even lost those important files that Ein gave you, didn’t you!?” Nascour shrieked, slamming the door shut and glaring venomously at Miror B. He gulped, as the song stopped playing from the radio, and a new one started.

    I need somebody!
    Not just anybody!
    You know I need someone! Help!

    When I was younger so much younger than today...

    “And turn that thing off!” Nascour said angrily over the song.

    “But... I can’t. You know that. And it’s the Beatles!” Miror B said simply.

    “Oh fine, put it on headphones, or something, so I can’t hear it,” Nascour conceded. Miror B grabbed some out of his pocket, and plugged it in, while trying to find his ears through his afro as he mumbled about people unable to appreciate good music.

    “Now, explain yourself!” Nascour said, When Miror B was satisfied he could hear the music and Nascour as well.

    “Ok, well, quite simply, they found us out, that boy battled me, I escaped, but everyone else got arrested...”

    “I KNOW THAT ALREADY!” Nascour screamed, before forcing himself to continue in a slightly calmer voice. “How did this happen, though?”

    “Oh, they, umm, used some mind-wiping thing.”

    “They what?”

    “Oh, Wes – the teenager – he had an Espeon which was controlling my minions. They couldn’t do a thing. By the way, I want to complain about them! They simply refused to even try one of my dance lessons! Then those awful people broke my special radio!” Miror B complained.

    “But... how did you escape then?” Nascour asked, curiously.

    “Oh, I, err, somehow got my hands on a mind-protecting... thingy. They had some objects which protected themselves from that Espeon, and he had something which enhanced his powers...”

    “Really?” Nascour suddenly said, his voice not as angry as before. “Do you still have it? If so, we could possibly reverse-engineer it, then from that even possibly employ mind-controlling ourselves... it’ll take too long to make by itself, with all our technical resources are now solely focused on Shadow Pokemon and maintaining them in that state, but if we had it...” Nascour began rambling on to himself excitedly, while Miror B forced himself to ignore the music for once and ponder this.

    He still had it, all right – he could feel the cold metal of the altered Itemfinder against his skin through his pocket, the object suddenly feeling very heavy. If he handed it in, then Nascour might stop shouting at him...

    ...but no. I won’t, Miror B thought after a moment. I’ve had enough of this. I never really wanted to be a villain in the first place, and now, with me no longer having my dance studio... there’s no gain! And I don’t want Cipher to brainwash people either! If I have an opportunity to quit, I shall. But for now... an excuse!

    “Well... I don’t. I, err, lost it while making my escape,” Miror B said. Nascour frowned for a moment, then sighed, accepting the lame excuse.

    “Oh well. If only... but it’s odd that the Orre Police force would have gone with using it themselves... no wonder they overcame the hideout.”

    Miror B sighed – he was forgiven, for now. Smiling, he focused back on the music. Oh yeah – ‘Getting Better’! he thought happily to himself, enjoying another Beatles song.

    “Well, at least the new police forces might bring something helpful – they at least will not be happy with any mind wiping techniques, and they might just stop those brats from continuing to do so. How dare they use such dirty tactics...”

    “Well, you are kinda making Pokemon... well, evil and all...” Miror B pointed out.

    “Oh, that’s besides the point! We’re meant to be the ones resorting to heavy-handed techniques, not them!” Nascour said angrily. Suddenly, a loud knock was heard on the door.

    “Hello! Is there anyone there? Only the reception person seemed to have nicked off, man...” a booming voice asked.

    “Ah! Dakim! The door’s unlocked!” Nascour said. The man behind the door responded by opening it – only, the sound of ripping metal pieces clinking and squeaking in protest accompanied the door being cleanly removed from the doorway. A towering barefooted man stepped in, looking bemusedly at the door. He was dressed in a simple white gi not unlike one a martial artist would wear, which failed to conceal the outline of muscles that he had, with a simple black belt hanging from his hips. A necklace made of Pokeballs also hung from his neck. He was by far the tallest and largest in the room by far – even bigger than Miror B despite his giant afro, and Nascour was not lacking in height by any means as well.

    “Dude, I think you need a new door...” Dakim said simply, the red-haired man looking confused as to how simply opening the door resulted in it breaking so.

    “I knew I should have gone with the automatic doors...” Nascour mumbled in distaste, not impressed with his lumbering minion.

    “Hey, Miror B!” Dakim suddenly exclaimed, dropping the door as it made a wooden cluck as it hit the floor. He went and shook Miror B’s hand enthusiastically. “Long time no see!”

    “Uh, yes, the same for you,” Miror B replied, rubbing his arm when Dakim released it.

    “Yeah, man! I really appreciated that music you gave me as well!” Dakim boomed. “Really helps me get in a mood for a workout!”

    “Dakim, could you, um, use your inside voice?” Nascour asked.

    “Oh, sure thing, man!” he said, clearly not knowing what an ‘inside voice’ meant. Glancing around, he then spotted the small humming television. “Hey, man – where’s that awesome television you had? Don’t tell me that’s it! I wanted to try some of those bagels!”

    “Yeah, you did mention it... did it come with that surround...sound...” Miror B agreed, before stopping himself, observing Nascour’s facial expression, which was currently looking more frightening than a rampaging Tyranitar.

    “Oh, calm down, man!” Dakim said, ignoring Nascour’s response. “You’ve gotta relax! C’mon, meditate with me! Breathe in-” Dakim sudden inhaled very loudly, and held it for a long moment, before exhaling even louder than before for an extended period of time. “...And breathe out. Now you try it!” Dakim then turned to Nascour, who glared at him.

    “Fine, whatever, dude,” Dakim said, disappointedly. “I’m just here to say that I’m ready to make my way to Mt Battle.”

    “Good,” Nascour finally said. “But a slight change of plan. I want you to send a small group to Agate Village as well.”

    “Why?” Dakim asked. “Man?” he added.

    “Well, for a similar reason as to why you are to go get that thing from Mt Battle, of course! There’s a Relic stone, or something there, which apparently would have a negative effect on Shadow Pokemon.”

    “Negative? You mean, it makes them more angry or something?” Dakim asked.

    “Of course not! Negative for us! It might turn them normal again! That’s why I want you to send a small group to break it.”

    “But, isn’t that a stone in tribute of... Celebi or something?” Miror B asked, not appealed by the idea to destroy a monument, especially not of a legendary Pokemon. Surely it wouldn’t be very happy about it?

    “Indeed! That’s why we have to destroy it!” Nascour said happily, misinterpreting Miror B’s comment. “I don’t want any more risks – it’s time for swift action! We shall eliminate all threats that stand in the way of keeping our Pokemon Shadow!”

    “Ok then, man! I’ll send my top assistant and some grunts along to do the job!” the man boomed simply, not really as concerned about it as Miror B was. He moved to depart the room, but then stopped.

    “Oh, by the way, dude – how is Ein getting on?” he asked.

    Nascour allowed a smile to creep upon his face for a moment, a rare satisfaction he had not been able to enjoy in recent days.

    “He’s doing his job, that’s what he’s doing,” he said.


    A young man sat in his seat by a desk, which was covered by more papers than the number of tails a group of one thousand Ninetales would have, each one containing ridiculously long hypotheses and mathematical proofs. He was finalising one of them right now, hastily scribbling down the final lines. It had taken him a long while to get the problem out, and it didn’t help that the people working on the problem before him had made several mistakes. One person’s working even seemed to somehow prove successfully, yet impossibly, that three wasn’t a number. He had to go over it all again, but he was now right at the end. It would, hopefully, prove to be a handy result that they could use to improve the process.

    Ein double checked the last few lines of the problem before adding in the final line. He made sure that he had not committed any silly mistakes – it had cost him dearly in one test when he had gone to school. One little mistake had been the difference between full marks – and as a result he had finished second. This was in some insignificant test, yes, but it was the only one he had not come out on top. Instead, he came second to some girl who, albeit having an admittedly good grasp of maths, had an annoying obsession with clothes and vintage cars. How she raved on and on about them that day, as he sat staring in disbelief at his test paper. He had made a fatal mistake – he had forgotten to add the one to his final equation.

    He had hated that day, but ever since he had learned from his mistake. Satisfied with the answer his previous lines of working led to, he wrote it down, dropped his pen down, and then adjusted his glasses.

    “Ok, you,” he said, pointing at one of his assistants that stood in the gray, expansive lab. “Take this, and send it directly to him.”

    “Yes, sir,” the man answered quietly, taking the bundle of papers from the grandly white-clothed scientist and walked out.

    “The rest of you can leave too,” Ein added as an afterthought. “Go on,” he urged as the others hesitated. “I wish to work on the next subject.” At this, the other assistants silently departed, leaving him alone to the set of rooms he worked in. He took a sip of coffee from a mug of his, clutching it with a pale-skinned hand, and swallowed a pill with the liquid, sitting in quiet satisfaction. Besides his desk, the rest of the lab was sickly clean, without a single thing out of place, the floor a dull, undisturbed grey. He was surrounded by state of the art equipment – one of the perks of working here – and all in all he was happy with the place, if not necessarily his bumbling assistants.

    This is all going to plan here, at least, he thought, while stifling a yawn. He silently reprehended himself with a mental telling-off– now was not the time to be sleepy. Cipher was enduring a rough patch, and now all had to be done as quickly as possible. And if he had to remain awake for a further week to do so, then so be it.

    After all, he had more than enough anti-sleeping pills - that he had developed himself – to keep him going for now. The side effects weren’t pleasant – one morning he had awoken with green hair, another more facial hair that he had thought possible, and yesterday he had been working so fast after taking an extra-strength dose that his computer had nearly exploded, unable to keep up with his typing – but he would tolerate this to see his experimentation bring success.

    Ein got up to his feet, and began walking towards the room where he knew the next subject would have already been waiting for the beginning of the process.

    And I had specifically instructed those two peons of Miror B to do the job right and deliver the girl safely, Ein thought, knowing quite well why he had to work quickly now. But no – they completely and utterly screwed it up, and now she identified my Shadow Pokemon, and they got snagged by some former Team Snagem member. How this occurred is a travesty, but I’ll just have to work harder now. They better not screw up the elimination of the other threats.

    And, he added to himself, that Miror B fellow dances too much and hasn’t the slightest clue on calculus. No wonder his assistants failed their duty so miserably. His music is extremely distracting as well... Still, he did indirectly inspire that new way to perform the process... Ein walked through a passageway, turning his thoughts to what he would monitor.

    I hope they’ve already administered the formula as well; apparently the new version will make the Pokemon more open to the process, and hopefully quicken the experiment. Time is currently of the essence. Pity we can’t work on more than one at the same time yet – the results just don’t work as well. They insist on trying to support each other during the process...

    Ein approached a room – a large spacious one that he had had specially constructed for the purposes of the project. Inside was his next subject – he could hear it, making small, trill cries. Ein smiled coldly, as he placed some earmuffs on his head, and took another pill, one which would temporary reduce his capacity to hear things. He didn’t particularly enjoy the noise the process he was using now would cause – leastways this one far more than others - and he wished to work further while overseeing it without having to get distracted by it. The pill did a lot, but the earmuffs provided an extra level of silence.

    Hopefully it won’t take too long, he thought.


    Where... where am I? Help!

    The Skarmory let out a small screech, but knowingly in vain – his cries for help weren’t bringing anyone or anything to rescue him from this place. He had sat in a dark cage, surrounded by other Pokemon for a long time earlier on, before being brought to this place, in the very centre of the expansive room, dim lights unable to illuminate the dark corners.

    Somehow, he had a sneaking suspicion that he was no longer near his nest.

    He couldn’t escape either – he was held by some metal not unlike the kind that his body was plated by. Moving any part of his body even a mere bit took a fair amount of effort; yet he still tried to move and fidget as much as he possibly could, as three men who were currently around him tried desperately to jab him with a large sharp object with strange liquid floating inside of it.

    “Stop resisting, you pest of a Pokemon,” one of them grumbled.

    “It can’t be that hard to give some Skarmory an injection...” one replied.

    “Bah, it’s harder than it looks – it has that darn steel hide as well which there’s no point trying to jab through, and I can’t get it through the gaps without it trying to claw my face off!”

    “Let me try, then,” the second said, grabbing it off the first and moving in. Shortly after, the Skarmory gave a trill of triumph as he pecked hard at the man’s fingers as they foolishly entered his range, resulting in loud aggravated shouting by the man. Tripping backwards, he fell into the third man, who himself stumbled into what appeared to Skarmory to be a table with strange and unusually sharp objects scattered upon it. The man’s cries of anguish seemed to confirm this fact.

    “Skar? Skarmory!” (Beaten by a restrained Skarmory? Give up, you smelly... stinky humans!)

    “I told you so...” the first man said simply as the other jumped around clutching his hand.

    Then, another man walked in. This one, Skarmory thought, looked bad – there was something cold in the way he cast his calculating gaze he cast upon him as he removed his glasses. Frightened, Skarmory stopped celebrating his minor victory, distracted by the newcomer; then gave a sudden cry as he felt a light prick between his steel-plated wings.

    “Got him,” the first man said, relieved he had managed to inject Skarmory.

    “Good,” Ein said. “Now you three can leave, I’ll do the rest. Gonzap wants the most effective method we have available, and I’m intending to try it.” The three obeyed, one of them holding his hand while muttering under his breath, the other trying to relieve himself of pain in multiple parts of his body, while the third cast a quick, pitying look at Skarmory before trailing behind the other two.

    Skarmory was not at all comforted at this. And they had punctured him with the sharp thing – what was going to happen? All around him were strange and terrifying objects. The man was grinning with a malicious smile, staring at him behind his glasses.

    “Skar? Skar!” (Ok, could you, um, let me go now? I’ll promise to be good!)

    “Now... now is when the fun begins for you,” the man said, ignoring the bird as a small, twisted smile slowly grew on his face.

    “Skar?” (Please?) the Skarmory said, gulping at the man’s reaction. What was going to happen to him? Would he indeed become like those other Pokemon he saw? The man was slowly walking towards one of the tables near the back of the room. Skarmory could not look away – he couldn’t tilt his head much at all. He was forced to look straight ahead. Strange objects were piled on it – he didn’t like the look of them. He was already there, adjusting an odd rectangular thing. Clicking and whirring sounds began. This was it. The Skarmory braced himself–

    - and then squawked in surprise, as a blaze of trumpets deafened him.

    “Skar!?” (What the!?) he cried. The trumpeting continued, before suddenly the sounds currently being pumped out of the rectangular box changed to softer, but still incredible loud human singing.

    Love, love, love,
    Love, love, love,
    Love, love, love...

    Skarmory continued to caw in confusion – why, of all things, was music being played at such a loud volume? Meanwhile, the man had taken a small object and pressed a button, and one of the walls suddenly burst into colour. Images attacked him – images of sunshine and lollypops and bright, colourful flowers.

    “Skar!?!” (What’s happening!?!)

    There's nothing you can do that can't be done.
    Nothing you can sing that can't be sung.
    Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game,
    It's easy!

    The music continued without a hitch. Skarmory was still dazed by the recent events – the music was too loud, but it was strange. Strange and beautiful. And the colours in front of him...

    “Skarr...” (Pretty...)

    There's nothing you can make that can't be made.
    No one you can save that can't be saved.
    Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be in time,
    It's easy!

    All you need is love,
    All you need is love,
    All you need is love, love,
    Love is all you need.

    “Skar...” (I’m confused, but I’m not complaining!) the Skarmory finally said, beginning to caw with the music. Suddenly he was starting to feel a little bit dizzy, but he paid it no heed, engrossed in the pretty pictures. Meanwhile, the man quietly smirked, then approached another table. With a look at something strapped on his wrist, he then started another machine.


    Ein was now seated by the side of the room, mulling to himself over a particularly tough problem. The earmuffs he was wearing, combined with the pill he took earlier, drowned out the vast majority of the sound, but faint cries from Skarmory could now be heard, who was now fidgeting violently, trying to get out of his prison.

    “Skar! Skarr!” (Help! I’ve had enough! I don’t likes them flowers!) he screamed shrilly. Ein ignored him.

    There's nothing you can know that isn't known-

    All you need is love-


    Ein looked up again, and then smiled evilly. The potion administered had indeed sped it up – it shouldn’t be long now. And this process has its advantages – less physical injuries gained by the Pokemon during this process over others, leaving them requiring less recovery time.

    All you need is love-

    Nothing you can see that isn't shown-

    Love, love, love-

    It was a simple ploy, really. Ein had deduced that no matter what, anyone or anything would get annoyed by a constant repetition of extremely loud sound. Ein had learnt that with Miror B – trying to work with him around if that music of his had been a nightmare - and now used this as a process. The song choice was merely a touch of irony. Ein liked irony.

    And the Skarmory was right at breaking point. And no wonder. Eight radios, positioned all around the room played the same song; all starting at different intervals, all at an incredible volume. The same song played over and over again. Frequent burst of trumpeting had a particularly good effect as well, it seemed. And the room was measured precisely that the song waves would rebound off the walls and collide into the subject in the centre of the room again, like hyperactive Spoink bouncing inside a closed box.

    Love is all you need-

    And the radios have been playing for several hours now.

    It's easy-

    All you need is love-

    Torture was a simple way to break a Pokemon, but this was something different. Something more. Not only was it a physical torture to the hearing of the Pokemon, it simply demolished their mental well-being. Clearly evident by the Skarmory’s dazed reactions – he probably didn’t know what was happening anymore now.

    “Skar Skar Skr!” (I am a happy little birdy birdy birdy....) the Skarmory sung to the song, while banging his head as much as he could, despite being limited in his actions.

    No one you can save that can't be saved-

    Love, love, love-

    The added factor of the video playing what was considered good, pure things helped too, combined with the potion. The potion was very handy, although long-lasting. It was made up of a combined mixture of brews, which coincidently happened to have the same effect as an extremely concentrated amount of alcohol.

    A mere shot left the Pokemon helpless to resist any process used and subdued their minds; and it occasionally had amusing results to boot, leastways for his colleagues. Ein had no time to laugh, and hadn’t shared the enthusiasm they had when a subject, after undergoing a particularly vile process, had tried afterwards to fight back, only to stumble and flail its arms in a drunken and confused fashion, striking thin air more than anything else. In the end it had ended up punching itself out.

    This concoction too was mixed with another one especially for this process, which rendered the Skarmory unable to blink – a clever invention that Ein had created after studying Pokemon anatomy. So it had to watch the video.

    All you need is love-

    The subconscious revulsion and dislike projected by the subject’s mind due to the experience generated by the music would transfer to the images it saw, and this would work for the Skarmory too. Soon, he would hold a severe dislike for the things he viewed – all good, ‘happy’ and nice things.

    “Skarrr!” (Shut up, mister floooowweerrrrs! I will defeat you!) Skarmory cried, trying to peck out at the video screen ahead of him. There was something about the way the flowers just sat there that made them seem extremely sinister to him.

    It’s easy-

    All you need is love-

    He would forget a lot as well, consumed by hate. Pokemon were such emotional things; it was of little surprise to Ein what results this method had on the first subject it was applied too. It was working now as well – even better than before, Ein noted, as Skarmory violently tried to break free but failed. Major changes in the subject’s emotional levels was paramount to achieving success in the process, along with a few other minor procedures here and there that had to be carried out on the odd subject.

    “Skar! Skarmory SKAR!” (You all stupid now! All of you! Especially that thingy! EVERYBODY SHUT UP!) the Skarmory moaned, despairing against the music. He wasn’t able to concentrate clearly anymore, the music simply swamping his dazed and subdued mind. Instead it moaned, half pitifully, half angrily at the images floating before him.

    All together now-

    Yes, on the whole it was a good process. And it left the subject less withdrawn after the process than others, such as forcing them to watch looping award acceptance speeches, or surround them by thousands of Mr-Mime-in-a-boxes, each with a different yet equally disturbing giggle.

    All you need is love-

    Soon it would only be able to attack by concentrating its power and hate into one attack – Shadow Rush. And it would not hesitate to attack others. It would become a Shadow Pokemon, just like all the others had before it. Of that there was no doubt. The problem was, they could recover from this – in time all wounds would heal at least to a point, the subject’s emotional wellbeing returning to a healthier state. But Ein hoped that this would not be the case after further developments.

    Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game-

    All you need is love-

    Ein then got up to leave. He would send for an assistant to turn off everything soon enough, once it was done. After all, he was a busy man – he had things to do, and other subjects to prepare for. He left the room, leaving behind the ceaseless noise, and the Skarmory’s fading pleas.

    All you need is love-


    All you need is love-

    Love, love, love-

    All you need is love, love-

    Another success.

    Love is all you need.


    Hope you enjoyed the long chapter of chapterness. Now, for the spoiler of characters/events in this chapter and the games (or for a large part, NOT in the game):

    Phillar Caracter – TBH, he’s not based on anyone (although I’m sure there are other random NPCs in Pyrite I haven’t touched on... maybe). Just someone who was suggested by a friend at school, (who is known as ‘Chris the Com’), and I expanded on. You can say that he is quite the filler character. :p

    Wes’s past – well, that is never revealed in the game whether he is a native of Orre, or came from another region, and so forth. Maybe it has something to do with that in the game, like so many other unfortunate protagonists, he doesn’t have the ability to talk. Just my possible idea on him – and like so many Pokemon protagonists, he doesn’t have any parents either. (Most tend to have at least a mum...). Which means no Pocket money. Oh no! D:

    Andrew – another original character that doesn’t appear in the game. Just someone I made up, using the basis of a character from a script I did before. Like him, there is no extra police force either (ironically, Pyrite seems to have the bulk of the force – Sherles and his trusty assistant in Johnson). Clearly a correlation between crime-rates in towns and that fact, no?

    Duking and Plusle – ah, yes. After you battled all those people, and navigated your way through the annoying maze, Duking will thanks you for rescuing Plusle, before the darn thing then apparently (leastways to Duking) decides that it wants to join you. AND Duking doesn’t mind in the slightest. Not that’ll many use it, seeing it’s rather under-levelled compared to the rest, but never the less it joins you on the adventure. Here just had Duking misunderstand Plusle. For misunderstandings are fun. -_-

    Reporters – well, there is a new news report on your dealings in Pyrite – surely that’s where they’d go, right?

    Fateen – Fateen is the next go-to point in the game – she instructs you that you must go north, as that will help you purify the Shadow Pokemon. Never mind she seems to know everything all of a sudden. Rui will then exclaim that she had meant to go to Agate all along. Why she hadn’t? She forgot. Convenient amnesia much?
    ...oh, wait, it is, but not without it being a side-effect from Espeon’s mind-persuading to somewhat explain it. =) (And on that fact – the ‘banning’ of the mind-wiper is to let the fic not become too repetitive and cheap and questionable and whatnot. After all, if stealing Pokemon is against the law, then messing with people’s minds can’t be any good either).

    Man in Fateen’s house – a random NPC who seems to live there, and keeps moaning about various things he was told by her. Such as his wife breaking up with him (yes, he tells you this, and it happens too), and getting hit on the head... yet he still wants to know more.

    Nascour-Miror B-Dakim scene – not in the game either. But Miror B surely does SOMETHING in-between escaping from Pyrite and to when you next see him... and they evidently have planned their next move in-between certain events in the game.

    Dakim – he is another admin. of the game, and an intimidating one as well. He is extremely huge, and seems to do martial arts as well, judging by his clothing. He appears later on.

    Ein – another character of importance of Ciphers – the writer of the Ein Files (CDs containing info on Shadow Pokemon around the region), and the one who plays the major hand ion Shadow Pokemon. Portrayed as a dark, evil and cunning character in the game, so kept him consistent with this. And now he’s working overtime, thanks to Wes’s help. (There are also rather notable problems with his 3D image when you do first encounter him in the game, which isn’t until much later, but that’s another thing altogether).

    Shadow Pokemon – the game gets rather sketchy on how Shadow Pokemon become Shadow Pokemon. All they really say is that their hearts are closed. Probably so the little kids who played the game didn’t asked their parents too many questions. :/ My version – there are a number of ways, all however requiring a torture of some kind on the Pokemon, music being played over and over being one of them *shakes fist at local radio stations*. Idea partly inspired as well by having watched a nice dark film called ‘Clockwork Orange’, good old Beatles music, and an engineering lesson.

    (BTW – songs mentioned/used in the chapter – ‘Blame it on the Boogie’ by ‘The Jackson 5’ (?), and ‘Help’, ‘Getting Better’ and ‘All you need is love’ by the Beatles. And I had referenced 'Lisa' from DarkPersian479's fic as well ('cause her fic also deals with Shadow Pokemon and is just that awesome :p), if anyone has read it they'd have caught it... hopefully :p)

    Thus, it is concluded. Hope it was enjoyed, and hope to be quicker and having less plot/character-set up with the next chapter. Starring a new setting in Agate Village! Lots of fun characters to use there...
    Last edited: Dec 6, 2008
  15. Chris The Com

    Chris The Com 1337owna Gyarados

    Yay, first post (maybe, its been 50 minutes since i opened this page). Anyway, when Duking 'excludes' happiness, I'm sure you meant 'exuded', also you wrote 'distain' instead of 'disdain' at some point near fateen/nascour.
    Also maybe a grammatical error in 'The man being the door'? I'm sure you meant 'behind'.
    Hurray! 3 isn't a number! Yay Chem inside jokes.
    The law number was a great insider, '56 624.27. 56, 27 and 42 backwards FTW, but I seriously doubt anyone knows the significance of 56, even hype_chao.
    Well done with Phillar, hope to see him in the future doing some more satirical stuff.
    Also.... Ein based off me? That 1 was important! Anyway...

    Overall very good, you definitely picked up the story here, I was listening to Mega Man 2 music (Wily's Castle) at the beginning, but ended up turning it off to read. Proof there. You definitely kept the viewer reading with moments of comedy well-spaced throughout, but I can't help but think that the less attentive readers might get bored and read over 2 sittings, or just leave it altogether, to go and play scrabbleships, but that was the challenge you faced, combining a serious plot set up with a comedy, and you did a great job of amalgamating the two.

    Finally, I think some landscape description was required, particularly in new locales such as Ein's office. I think this was a golden opportunity to emphasise things like lighting, science fiction style technology etc, an draw the reader in more.

    Also, Hurry up with next chapter!
    Last edited: Nov 6, 2008
  16. Manix

    Manix Another round?

    First off, this is brilliant. Just had to get that over with (Also first review. xD). Now, for some tidbits to fix...


    I think that "why" should have a captial W.

    Over those small little things I picked up, the story is progressing nicely.

    Put me on the PM list, thanks.
    Also, happy birthday!
  17. psyrose3

    psyrose3 Well-Known Member



    -_- I hate you. My mom heard me laughing and made me do my homework... DX


    Not the coffee man references... D:

    Noooooo, really? :D

    O_O Sick mental image...

    -_- Cookoo fortune tellers do the weirdest things, Espeon...

    My literal reaction: o_O



    *says that in my most dramatic voice*

    Ok, Skarm, that Budew over there will now invoke the role of human shield! :D

    Budew died? *shot* o_O Poor Skarm...

    -_- Yep, madness wins again...

    *dies from laughter* ~Psy
  18. The Great Butler

    The Great Butler Hush, keep it down

    I have to say I thought the torturing of Skarmory was probably the best 'dark' scene I've read in a fic in a long time.

    That said, the Wes scenes here, outside of Coffee Addicted Yanma, were a bit dull this time. This was compensated for handsomely, though, in the excellent Cipher scenes, especially those with Nascour and Ein. You do a really great job of writing the Cipher people.

    Oh, and the guy in Fateen's shop = win.
  19. many form man

    many form man Falcon Punch!!

    Apparently, I like irony, also, as I found myself giggling throughout that whole scene, despite its dark overtones. :3

    Highlights in this chapter for me were Fateen breaking the fourth wall, Nascour's receptionist, Miror B.'s radio, and 3 not being a number. Wonderful work, all in all. XD

    Bleh. It's been such a long time since an update, I forgot where the fic left off, so I had to read the last chapter over again. That's not bad by any means, I got to read the awesomeness of Miror B. all over again. :3

    I also love how long this is, yet it still manages to keep a person's interest with its clever sense of humor.
  20. DarkPersian479

    DarkPersian479 Well-Known Member

    Help! I’ve had enough! I don’t likes them flowers!

    Onward, I say!

    I smell a 'Phillar Caractor!' Really, though, Wes should have given the guy some money. Research and development costs for such high-tech innovations as the question mark and exclamation point are through the roof nowadays.

    Damn, they had some pretty fun times there XD Wish I was there.

    And now we know why Rui isn't a trainer. From the broken windows to Quagsire's broken Pokeball to this little coffee incident with Yanma. Yeah, it might be better if she doesn't train, lol

    I'd certainly hate to be "Mr. Coffee Giver Man..."

    I want Nascour's old TV. Not so much for its bagel-making capabilities, but for its pencil-sharpening capabilities. Is there a model that also prints out fake ID's?

    I'm still liking how Miror B.'s not completely on board with the Shadow Pokemon scheme. He did always come across as the type of guy who would rather spend his days dancing and getting down and getting funky. And that is what we all love about him:)

    IT'S EIN! *squee!* Everyone's favorite cold, calculating genius!

    Now this I GOTTA see. I've always debated to myself whether three was a number, and I might need to see this bit of evidence, flawed as it may be.

    LOL! The ironic thing is, the two of them actually end up working together later on *wink wink* XD

    I also must say, I need to get my hands on those anti-sleep pills he's developed. I'd imagine they would come in handy during final exams. And then, everyone else is so stressed out they won't care if your hair is green. Hell, green hair works for the Joker...

    And Ein's method of conditioning is a form of true torture that I, being an cold, calculating, and downright evil individual much like Ein, can truly appreciate. One suggestion for future sessions/trials: Michael Bolton. Without a doubt, any living creature will go mad after listening to this on an endless loop:
    "How am I supposed to live without yoooooooooooooouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu......"
    Yes, I am so deliciously evil with my torture methods involving an overdramatic, mullet-headed '90's singer XD!

    Once again, another awesome chapter, but this time raised to the tenth power with awesome EIN introduction!

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