AN: Well, here we are again. This one came it pretty late and…well, you'll have to get used to it. Due to grades I'm not exactly proud of, I can only write on the weekends _. So no one yell at me to hurry up, I'm doin' the best I can. I split chapter 7 in two, since the whole thing would've been hella long to read, so I decided it would be better to let you see what I have so far instead of making you wait another two weeks for the second part. This is also why (in my oponion) this chapter's so short and kinda boring, but hang in there, it'll get better soon. So....here ya go, poke-fans. Enjoy.
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"blah" - speech (pokemon and human speech are written the same way)
'blah' -
thoughtblah -
telepathy(AN: blah)- author's note
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"London calling
To the underworld
Come outta the cupboard
You boys and girls"- London Calling; The Clash
When I was very young, I remember sitting outside the den and staring up at the rain as it poured down from the heavens. I'd been fascinated by it, hundreds of tiny drops of water, like miniscule diamond fairies diving towards the earth, exploding with a tiny plop as it hit, sliding down tree branches and tree trunks, weaving clear wet trail behind them as they slowly slid down to the grass. I loved the smell of rain, and the way the droplets clung on to leaves like tiny beads of glass and blades of grass and the many puddles left in the rain's wake. When the moon (or sun) appeared, shining down upon the world, the puddles and droplets would glisten, twinkle and shine as if the universe was turned into a magical realm of wonderment. I remember sitting out in the middle of thunderstorms, my muscles rippling with excitement as the rolling thunder pulsed through them. The lighting flashing intensely and for a brief moment bathing the world in light, and reflected in my eyes. The wind blowing violently whistling through the foliage, tossing leaves and other debris about in the air like playthings, and making my fur fly out behind me, and I had the appearance of a dun jolteon. I loved to throw my head back and howl with the wind, the two sounds merging as one sailing off into the sky. My mother, of course was never really ecstatic my sitting out in the middle of a storm, afraid I'd be struck my lightning, get squashed by a falling tree, catch cold from the rain, you know how mothers can be. I did, indeed fall ill after sitting in storms, I once nearly died from it, but I always felt it was worth it. The fury of the tempest, it's calm, it's freedom, it's bitter expression of all the wild emotions of the heart…yes, I still think it was worth it.
I now found myself adoring the wild nature of the tempest as I had years before in the damp streets of Rustburo City. I stood edged forward; ears and tail erect, and paws spread apart to soak in the storm and the water slide in waving wet patterns in my pelt . My rings glowed passionately and reflected gaily in the many puddles forming around me. Tempests in the city were a bit different than in the fields and forests, but not much. Raindrops splattered against concrete and stone and slid down windows, so that the interior looked wavy and distorted. Bright headlights cut through the darkness and threw walls of fallen precipitation high into the air and I laughed playfully as they came down again upon me. This seemed to awaken a sleeping apparition of chaos and foolery within myself as I suddenly took off in a blur of ebony and flashing gold, jumping in random puddles, running in circles, sprinting across parked cars, and weaving expertly around the legs of tables of an outside restaurant. All was dark, all was wild, and all was embraced in the chaotic freedom of the storm. Out of breath I paused looking up with mad eyes of passion, threw my head back to the clouds and howled a message of ecstasy to the skies as the message of the tempest became clear to me. For the first time since the butterfree evolution, I was truly happy, but more importantly I had seen hide nor hair of Jaylen, or any human since the storm began. I was free at last, and the night finally belonged to me., and me alone. I was the only creature about in this paradise, why, I have no idea, but I was not about to question a good thing.
As I dashed through this new foreign city engulfed by thunder and rain, it became clear to me that this place seemed more and more like a forest, in spite of it's soulless concrete exterior, there was a pulsing energy that flowed through it, like a river. And I liked it. The howling sound rang out in the storm, long and mournful. Waves of water sprung into the air as I made haste towards it. Something was calling me, something was waiting for me, and from the feel of it, it had been waiting for a long time. It was what led me into this city, into the storm in the first place, I would not be basking in the glorious waywardness of the storm, if not for that song. It called, and I planned to answer it.
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A dank alleyway spread out before me, long and winding, like the seviper thing I'd heard mentioned earlier. It didn't look like much. Just a long strip of dark nestled between some sort of museum and a second rate café with a few cardboard boxes strewn about and an old copy of Pokemon Pal. My ears drooped in disappointment, making the last raindrops slide down my head like little waterfalls. I'd been expecting some sort of secret dark portal-type thing leading, to a secret underground pokemon meeting, something like that. I supposed that wasn't too likely anyhow. Still, this was definitely the place, the song was definitely loudest here, and I could feel the presence of an other pokemon in my gut. Cautiously I padded into the ally, not sure exactly what to expect. Nothing seemed very different from inside here, only darker. "Err…. Hello? Someone in here?" I suppose it was a pretty stupid thing to say, but well, it was all I could think of, so sue me. "Well? Anyone going o answer m-ack!" Something plunged itself into my side sharply, knocking me to on my back, and stood on top of me, so my head was stuck pointing to the sky and feet were wiggling in the air, and a back paw poked something in the nose.
Alright, so that obviously proved someone was obviously in here, and they were crushing my spleen. Well, not being one to just let her spleen get squished, I retaliated. With both my back legs I punched the attacker in the muzzle and flipped right-side-up into a fighting stance. The pokemon yelped in shock and jumped back before rushing towards me with a quick attack yelling out a battle cry in some foreign language. The wind whipped under me as I dodged the rush of yellow fur, and ducked as claws came rushing towards my face. I jumped onto a cardboard box and sent out a shadowball attack hurling towards the pokemon. It yelped as the attack slammed it into a wall, and I came crashing down upon it, pinning the wiggling pokemon to the ground. Not that it wasn't zipping around, I finally could get a look at my attacker. She looked a lot like an eeveelution, but certainly not one I'd ever seen. A light violet ruff surrounded her neck, and a plume of the same color adorned her neck. The ears were long and wide adorned with two little hoop earrings from which small pokeball symbols dangled. Her paws looked small and the entire body structure looked similar to both that of an espeon and a persian covered by rich light gold fur now covered in mud and city dust. From the smell, it was clearly a normal type. Was this some sort of new normal-type eeveelution I'd never heard of? The pokemon glared up at me with angry jet black eyes as she began to screech. "Kraaaahhhhh!! Vile servant of th' sea! Dark child of Absol! Ye better b be releasin' me at once or face a fate far worse than death!" I regarded her coolly. "Pardon my inquiry don't exactly see how you plan to do that flat on your back."
The pokemon's golden fur bristled in outrage "Don' be playin' games wit me, sea servant! If ye don' plan t'releace me, den don' go playin' yer mind games on Java Lightpaws! Jus' kill me an' be done wit it, go on, ye slitherin' seviper of the seas! I'm not afraid! There'll be others after me, an' others after them, an' others…" I stared blankly at her. What in the name of Celebi was this creature yammering on about? And why did she keep associating me with the ocean? "An' don' be thinking' that we'll stop there! We'll fight ye in the deserts, in the sewers, in the streets, in th-" Her speech was halted by my paw clamping over her mouth. "I'm sure that would be a very noble death speech. If you were going to die, that is. Now if you're finished, I'll let you up. But try and attack be again, and you won't have time to give a speech before I really do hurt you. " The pokemon stared in astonishment as she stood again eyeing me suspiciously. "What d'ye mean by that?" "What it sounds like." "An' yer not gonna be killin' me?" "Not unless you tick me off again." The pokemon's face was a picture of bewilderment. "What?! But… Kyrogites always slay their captives. Unless ye plan t'capture me an' take me back t'yer seas base! Well, I'll tell ye what, I'm not gonna talk, not ever if ye torture me, ye'll never get nothin' outta Java Lightpaws, no ma'am!" "A what? I've no idea what a 'Kyrogite' is, but I'm not one. And why do you keep talking about the sea? And what ARE you anyway?" The pokemon blinked. "You…aren't a Kyrogite? Not a vile agent of the sea, servant to Kyroge?" "That's what I said, isn't it?" "Then now come ye smell like th' sea? Answer me that!" "Because I just came from a boat, I only arrived here this morning, from the Jhoto region." "Jhoto eh? That makes sense Is'pose. But then why'd ye attack me then?!" "Because a certain someone attacked me first, moron. Now, would you mind telling me what sorta eeveelution you are?" The pokemon blinked "Eeveelution? Me? I'm no eeveelution, we've got none Rustburo, excludin' th' young'un an' you of course." "Then..what are you?" "Why ain't it obvious?" the pokemon puffed out her golden chest and made the fur not covered in grime and mud glisten in the moonlight "I'm a delcatty!" "Ah." I said, as if that suddenly cleared up everything. Which it didn't. The delcatty suddenly noticed her dirty fur and began to thoroughly clean it, seeing as how she no longer viewed me as a threat. "So why ye here anyways? Lookin' fer something' in particular or jus' trouble?" I shrugged coolly "Dunno, Java. Maybe both." The delcatty stopped washing in mid-lick and stared in amazement ""How'd ye be knowin' me name?" "You already said it twice." "Don' be getting' smart wit me, lil' miss darkness" I grinned at her "Or what, Madam Lightpaws? You'll give me the same thrashing you gave before? Oh be still be heart,, not another one!" Java glared icily, golden fur bristling with embarrassment and irritation. I responded with the calm smile I'd learned from Namir, which not surprisingly enraged her further. She began to say something, but her voice was cut off by a sharp whistling noise. Java turned away to a spot high in the shadows. Normal pokemon or human eyes would have seen nothing but a blot of darkness, but I could easily make out a taillow perched on a renegade brick sticking out of the café building. Java's eyes widened as the little pokemon twittered it's coded message of whistles and chirps, the delcatty's face looking more and more unhappy as it did so. "But…but…but- you-….she…an'..but…you can' POSSIBLY-" The taillow soured it's expression to the tone of which made it clear the subject was closed. Java hung her head in defeat "You're…presence has been…requested. Grrrr.. Follow me" She spoke as if every word was acid in her mouth. She turned, plumed tail swishing behind her and strolled to a tarp covering the open end of a fallen over trash can. The taillow nodded at me. Well, there was really nothing else better to do. I followed.
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