Chapter 1

"talking/pokespeak"

telepathy

'poke speak translated'

'thoughts'

Contains much Pokemon mathematics. I thank Bulbapedia and various charts and resources I found online.

This story is also head canon. There are some things from both the manga, the games and the anime, as well as a few made up things.

I don't own Pokemon or Bulbapediea or sources.

What are you doing?

The Lampent turned to the Misdreavus, before turning to stare at the Ghost Tag tied around his left arm.

Nothing you'd be interested in, Mora, the flame ghost replied. Just putting something back before going to read.

Ok. The Misdreavus, Mora, stared at him in silence. She then turned to an object behind him, Why is there an open bottle of alcohol?

I have no idea what you're talking about. I saw it when I peeked in here - I decided to cap whatever it is. Can't have medicine evaporate on us, can we?

How strangely out of character for you, Eberon...usually you don't care what happens to most of us...in fact you usually try to make our lives as miserable as possi -.

FWOOM.

MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! "Lapenpepepepepent! Lapenpepepepepent!"

The Misdreavus just shook her head, Never mind...

Eberon and Mora went to the source of the explosion. Most of the room was burning, and smoke billowed out like no tomorrow. There didn't seem to be anyone in there, much to the Lampent's dismay. Mora was shocked at the sheer amount of fire.

Goodness, how much alcohol did you USE?!

Two and a half bottles. All 4 litters. I had to use it sparingly, though.

You call THIS sparingly?!

I wanted to take out most of this hallway too, to tell the truth...

...I have nothing to say.

Lukily, Andromedrae, a Jellicent, came over, and put the fire out. After threatening Eberon that she would put him out, they both decided to leave the old mansion. Actually, the Lampent wanted to leave, Mora followed him so he wouldn't kill anyone...or cause trouble.

So why are we going into Driftviel, Eberon?

I need to get something near there.

Oh? The Misdreavus looked at him questioningly, and what would that be?

Feathers.

...Feathers. You want to get feathers in Driftviel.

Not just any feathers my dear Mora, the ones on Driftviel Bridge.

...Why?

You see Mora...

'Darn it...he's about to monologue...'

The Lampent gave his best impression of a Cheshire grin, but his flames made it more twisted. The Driftviel Bridge is one of the favorite fly over spots of bird Pokemon, besides the bridge near Black City. You can imagine all those stray feathers that fall down, can't you? Well, a good majority of those feathers have special enhancing (that are proven 100% safe, mind you) properties, and a small minority fetch a good price on certian markets, especially with certain Pokémon. These feathers are called "Wings." Going by the Pokédex SLEVIVEN system (A/N: Statistics, Level, EV, IV, Experience, Nature), if I were to obtain enough of those, I could literally become an unstoppable force. And then I can sell the rest for marked up prices. I can then go through with my plan of world domination. Eberon gave an even more disturbing face, emphasizing his confidence and possible insanity. Now, any questions?

Won't it wear off after a while, like vitamins?

NOPE! Lampent exclaimed loudly, startling the Misdreavus and breaking her levitation. Still going by the SLEVIVIEN, while there is still the 252 EV cap in a single stat, as well, vitamins are ineffective by 100 EVs. While much weaker than vitamins, Wings can increase the base stat until 252 EVs in a single stat or if you hit the max EV count of 510. I need enough to get at least max Sp.A.

Okay...how many do you need to reach the max stats then?

Well, before I drenched the living room in alcohol, I checked the computer this morning - most Lampent that have IVs of 31 in their Sp.A and a level of 55, have an average base Sp.A of 126. Since I have a rash nature, it gives me a base of 138. Since my current stat is 155, if I subtract my stat with the base stat, I would get 17. If I multiply 17 by 4, I would get 68. Now if I subtract 252 by that, I would get 184. Now, if I divide that by 4 again, I would get 46. So I need 46 Wings.

Wow. That's the second time you were out of character...

What does that mean...?

Nothing you need to know.~ Mora giggled as she regained levitation, confusing the Lampent even more.

It took about an hour to get to the bridge. The sound of the roaring waves and the wind beautifully resounded in the area, the flapping of birds echoing over multiple parts of the bridge. The sky was a serene and clear and the bridge itself shined with clarity. Mora was in awe of the structure.

It already looks amazing in pictures from afar, but up close...

The Lampent wasn't fazed. He had seen the structure before, during, and after construction. There wasn't much of it that was so breath-taking. Yes, yes, amazing. Now, we have work to do, so stop gawking. Do you have the bag? A large brown bag swallowed Eberon and he barely heard the words 'scene spoiler'. I'll take that as a yes then.

The two ghost types searched the bridge extensively, looking for the special wings. They did their best to avoid trainers. Eberon secured the bag on near the middle, where they both could keep an eye on it – they didn't want any of their hard work being stolen by anyone.

They decided to break after two hours. Mora decided to look at the rest of the bridge. Eberon was counting the feathers. Ok, we got 34 Genius Wings, 22 Clever Wings, 10 Health Wings, 4 Muscle Wings, 4 Pretty Wings, 15 Swift Wings, and 20 Resist Rings.

So we did well, right? Mora came back to the bag and the Lampent. So what now?

We are not leaving until we get 46 Genius Wings!

Why not take all of the Genius Wings we have now?

Because I might lose count and it wouldn't feel as rewarding. I'm going to meditate for five minutes, and then we are going to go back to hunt for the next 14 left!

Fine…

Mora decided to take a nap on the bag. She was sleepy, and the bag made a really good pillow right now.

"Ohhh! That Pokemon is so PRETTY. I want it!"

"That Lampent looks pretty strong…might be good enough for me."

"I want to study them!"

The two were startled by the sudden voices.

Lampent was not pleased. Oh goodie. Trainers.

I am not liking the intentions I feel from these guys…

The three trainers came up to their location. Due to the author's laziness, the characters are a Model named Janice Loren, a Hooligan named Kory Loren, and a Scientist named Thomas Loren. They were all siblings coming back from their trainer journeys to their hometown in Driftviel. And of course they took the bridge, cause it's the BRIDGE.

They look like League Trainers. Eberon said with distaste.

League trainers aren't ALL bad.

Have you ever met any?

I was one in my past life, idiot.

… But since you are not one anymore that makes ALL of them bad.

That logic is horrible.

"We can take 'em!" The Hooligan urged, "Go! Clobbertime!"

"I choose you, Neko!"

Out of the Hooligan's Pokéball came a large Gigalith, a Hard Stone on its neck. The Model's had a Delcatty with a Power Herb on the head, like a tattoo.

"Hmmm…you don't look that tough, Ghost-type." the Gigalith, Clobbertime, sneered.

"I don't know what she sees in you. You're definitely not as magnificent as myself." The Delcatty taunted.

Mora just gave them a look over. Eberon was completely unfazed. I don't have time to deal with any of you idiots. We have work to do, don't we, Mora?

"WOW! A telepathic Lampent! That's really rare!"The scientist eyes were gleaming at this point.

"Smart mouthed… Smack Down on the Lampent!"

"Oh, YOU, my good friend, are going to pay for calling the GREAT CLOBBERTIME an idiot!" And a rock was fired from the Gigalith.

Child's play. Eberon moved out of the way of the rock…

…and the rock smacked the bag over the bridge.

NOOO! The Lampent tried to use psychic on the bag, but if you are familiar with Smack Down's in game effect, it didn't stop falling. It soon hit the water below and sank.

This won't be good… Mora stared wide-eyed at the quivering Lampent.

Oh…Mora… the other ghost type said/thought as he slowly turned around, Would you be a dear and go tell everyone I may be late for lunch? Thank you.

Welcome back Misdreveuas. Where is Eberon Lampent? Their doorman/guardian/servant Golurk named Ianitor, asked

Um…he said he would be late. He didn't look like he wanted to argue about it. And I didn't want to be caught by spoiled trainer.

This is most troubling. Who knows what he would be doing. The Golurk shook his head, Go tell Mistress Roina Mismagius you're alright. Dinner will be ready in ten minutes.

Okay. And Mora left.

After dinner, Mora went to bed. Her "room" was the library, and her bed was a pillow in a large gap on one side of a shelf. On that pillow was a black book with a ghost tag attached. A black pen rested under the pillow. She took the book and began to write.

"6/13/09

Plan: Collect Genius wings to max out stats; sell the rest.

Result: Failed. Bag of feathers knocked off bridge.

Reason: Again, dumb luck like last time. A trainer's Gigalith used Smack Down on the bag, and it sank in the water.

Result on Eberon: Fuming. I wonder if those trainers are okay…

Notes: Wasted afternoon yet again. I'm tired"

The tired Misdreavus slept.

A maniacal laugh was faintly heard in the mansion.

Followed by a screech. And lots of shouting.

It was a normal night in the Ghost Mansion.

And that is a wrap! How was the first chapter? Well, writing Lampent's monologue was hard. One could make a whole lecture based on the EV – IV system in Pokémon. I wanted to incorporate the stats system somehow, so we have SLEVIVEN. I hope I don't make myself do this again.