Chapter Eleven - Correlations
Soon after the others were sleeping, a black shadow appeared in my line of sight. It flitted back and forth silently, waiting for the perfect opportunirty to strike at what it thought was an unsuspecting victim.
It lunged.
In that exact instant, I ducked and spun around, catching my ebony attacker by the tail. It growled and beat its wings in anger.
*Jeez, you have got to have the best hearing of anyone Upstairs!* the black critter complained. *You're the only one I can't sneak up on!*
I dropped it, and watched it settle into a hovering position in front of me. It was a large Umbreon, with blue markings and large black wings. Its tail was long and whiplike, rather than poofy like a normal Umbreon's tail.
"Maybe if you learned to keep your wings quiet, Rayzeon, you could sneak up on me," I replied promptly. "After all, I did spend a lot of time as a Lugia...and those aren't deaf, you know."
Rayzeon was a Master Pokemon: a high-level Pokemon who, mentally bonded to a Pokemon Master, evolved to a previously unknown and unpredictable new stage. Master Pokemon could live for millenia, but Rayzeon had died fairly young and was therefore quite juvinile in behavior.
"Oh, lighten up, Ael," a new voice added.
Torey-Kasha McMew, a fellow angel, faded in with her best friend's Shadowchu at her side. Shadowchu was another Master Pokemon: an evolution of Pikachu that was Dark in nature. And as for TK...well, she's a weird one. She's sort of like a Pokemorph, but not quite. See...in Heaven, there is no passage of time. Torey-Kasha died, or will die, in a few hundred years on the ruins of PokeWorld Earth. But before she died, she became protector of the Mewtwo Medallion, a special charm left behind by the deceased legendary Pokemon. Each legendary, upon their death, left behind a medallion with special powers. But Mewtwo, artificially created, left behind a medallion with very strange properties. When Torey-Kasha became Guardian of the Medallion, she did not know what she was getting herself into. The Mewtwo Medallion transformed her into a Weremewtwo and gave her all the powers of a Mewtwo, but also cursed her like a werewolf. It was a pretty wild ride.
"Rayz, Shade, why don't you go chase some bugs or something?" I asked, reaching for my sword. "TK and I have a practice match scheduled."
*Since when?* Rayzeon demanded.
"Since now. Shoo."
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The other Pokemorphs didn't wake up until late morning. By that time, Shadowchu and Torey-Kasha were already headed back Upstairs. Rayzeon decided to stay.
After a few bits of random morning chaos, we finally settled down as a group to discuss our strategies for getting rid of Twogia and sealing the rift between universes. More the former than the latter.
We finally settled on a massive, brutal offense. SH demonstrated various techniques in weaponry that I had managed to find in those Team Rocket armories, while CyRai kept guard.
*This is NOT gonna work,* Rayzeon said after a while.
"Why didn't you say so before?" I asked, amused, knowing where the conversation was leading. Sure enough, Rayz didn't disappoint me.
*I DID say so before!*
"What are YOU so worried about?" I asked, glancing sideeways at him. "You're dead already anyways!"
*It's getting crowded up there!*
And just when I thought things couldn't get weirder, CyRai came back in. "Hey guys? I think I found something..." He gestured to someone behind him. "Come on in, people!"
Into the room came an entire new team of Pokemorphs.
(Author's Notes: Alright Kat, we've reached the crossover point. Everyone, this fic will now continue in "The New London Based Pokemorphs" by Dark Jedi Princess. We're both working together on this, instead of me writing this by myself, and we figured that a combination story would work. So nice seeing you all, but if you wanna see the rest, head on over to this other fic and get reading!)
Soon after the others were sleeping, a black shadow appeared in my line of sight. It flitted back and forth silently, waiting for the perfect opportunirty to strike at what it thought was an unsuspecting victim.
It lunged.
In that exact instant, I ducked and spun around, catching my ebony attacker by the tail. It growled and beat its wings in anger.
*Jeez, you have got to have the best hearing of anyone Upstairs!* the black critter complained. *You're the only one I can't sneak up on!*
I dropped it, and watched it settle into a hovering position in front of me. It was a large Umbreon, with blue markings and large black wings. Its tail was long and whiplike, rather than poofy like a normal Umbreon's tail.
"Maybe if you learned to keep your wings quiet, Rayzeon, you could sneak up on me," I replied promptly. "After all, I did spend a lot of time as a Lugia...and those aren't deaf, you know."
Rayzeon was a Master Pokemon: a high-level Pokemon who, mentally bonded to a Pokemon Master, evolved to a previously unknown and unpredictable new stage. Master Pokemon could live for millenia, but Rayzeon had died fairly young and was therefore quite juvinile in behavior.
"Oh, lighten up, Ael," a new voice added.
Torey-Kasha McMew, a fellow angel, faded in with her best friend's Shadowchu at her side. Shadowchu was another Master Pokemon: an evolution of Pikachu that was Dark in nature. And as for TK...well, she's a weird one. She's sort of like a Pokemorph, but not quite. See...in Heaven, there is no passage of time. Torey-Kasha died, or will die, in a few hundred years on the ruins of PokeWorld Earth. But before she died, she became protector of the Mewtwo Medallion, a special charm left behind by the deceased legendary Pokemon. Each legendary, upon their death, left behind a medallion with special powers. But Mewtwo, artificially created, left behind a medallion with very strange properties. When Torey-Kasha became Guardian of the Medallion, she did not know what she was getting herself into. The Mewtwo Medallion transformed her into a Weremewtwo and gave her all the powers of a Mewtwo, but also cursed her like a werewolf. It was a pretty wild ride.
"Rayz, Shade, why don't you go chase some bugs or something?" I asked, reaching for my sword. "TK and I have a practice match scheduled."
*Since when?* Rayzeon demanded.
"Since now. Shoo."
~~~~~~~~
The other Pokemorphs didn't wake up until late morning. By that time, Shadowchu and Torey-Kasha were already headed back Upstairs. Rayzeon decided to stay.
After a few bits of random morning chaos, we finally settled down as a group to discuss our strategies for getting rid of Twogia and sealing the rift between universes. More the former than the latter.
We finally settled on a massive, brutal offense. SH demonstrated various techniques in weaponry that I had managed to find in those Team Rocket armories, while CyRai kept guard.
*This is NOT gonna work,* Rayzeon said after a while.
"Why didn't you say so before?" I asked, amused, knowing where the conversation was leading. Sure enough, Rayz didn't disappoint me.
*I DID say so before!*
"What are YOU so worried about?" I asked, glancing sideeways at him. "You're dead already anyways!"
*It's getting crowded up there!*
And just when I thought things couldn't get weirder, CyRai came back in. "Hey guys? I think I found something..." He gestured to someone behind him. "Come on in, people!"
Into the room came an entire new team of Pokemorphs.
(Author's Notes: Alright Kat, we've reached the crossover point. Everyone, this fic will now continue in "The New London Based Pokemorphs" by Dark Jedi Princess. We're both working together on this, instead of me writing this by myself, and we figured that a combination story would work. So nice seeing you all, but if you wanna see the rest, head on over to this other fic and get reading!)
