And it's Scorpio again! Welcome to my strange Pokemon world! Sorry about
the mix up with chapter 1 and chapter 3...but I fixed it!
~~~~ Gine's POV ~~~~
The feel of waking up on a Growlithe fur rug is memorable. I remember once when I was at my cousin's cabin and the bed I'd slept in had every cover on it made of the cinnamon scented red and black fur.
So, I guess it was natural that when I first woke up I thought I'd somehow gotten halfway across Johto to the cabin and I moved an arm to cover my eyes from the invading sunlight. I was almost asleep again, mentally commenting to myself about how nice the chirping Pidgey smelled when it occurred to me that most people don't smell living Pidgey. Opening my eyes I saw that I was most likely far away from any cizilization, judging from the fact that there were several trees in my line of view and not a wall in sight. Another look around and I then notice that my arm is covered in red- orange fur.
I therefore do not blame myself for screaming.
And therefore it is not my fault that several angry, large Pokemon of various types currently surround us.
Not my fault at all.
"What are you?" a ragged Umbreon asks. I can't tell if it's hackles are raised or not, it's fur's just too busy. Not sleek and shiny like most Umbreon. It's also about half a size bigger, unfortunately. Oh, none of us answered either. Wait, since when do people understand Poketalk?
"What are you?" Okay, foaming at the mouth, that's bad.
"Humans," the Kadabra girl says. "Well." she looks at us all. "We were anyway. Now we only seem to be humans in part." She waves the hand that doesn't hold her spoon in the air, sounding bored. Completely ignoring the fact that the Pokemon only seem even angrier than before and that the chances we're going to die like some idiots in stupid films are increasing by the second.
I don't blame myself for screaming again, either.
"We're going to kill you now!" a Wigglytuff happily hums. I'll never look at those pink things in the same light again.
Dare I even mention that I screamed again? I think that Nidorino guy wants to see if his spikes are poisonous now.
The Wigglytuff speaks again. "Go on, Furry, slash 'em!" Furry? Maybe that's that Sentret--Ohmigod it's going to kill me! Arrrgh!
"Why would anyone name a Scyther Furry?!" I scream as I turn and run. Hey, I'm going fast! I stick my tongue out at the Scyther in victory before looking ahead and--Ohmigod it's a tree!
~~~~ Gine's POV ~~~~
The feel of waking up on a Growlithe fur rug is memorable. I remember once when I was at my cousin's cabin and the bed I'd slept in had every cover on it made of the cinnamon scented red and black fur.
So, I guess it was natural that when I first woke up I thought I'd somehow gotten halfway across Johto to the cabin and I moved an arm to cover my eyes from the invading sunlight. I was almost asleep again, mentally commenting to myself about how nice the chirping Pidgey smelled when it occurred to me that most people don't smell living Pidgey. Opening my eyes I saw that I was most likely far away from any cizilization, judging from the fact that there were several trees in my line of view and not a wall in sight. Another look around and I then notice that my arm is covered in red- orange fur.
I therefore do not blame myself for screaming.
And therefore it is not my fault that several angry, large Pokemon of various types currently surround us.
Not my fault at all.
"What are you?" a ragged Umbreon asks. I can't tell if it's hackles are raised or not, it's fur's just too busy. Not sleek and shiny like most Umbreon. It's also about half a size bigger, unfortunately. Oh, none of us answered either. Wait, since when do people understand Poketalk?
"What are you?" Okay, foaming at the mouth, that's bad.
"Humans," the Kadabra girl says. "Well." she looks at us all. "We were anyway. Now we only seem to be humans in part." She waves the hand that doesn't hold her spoon in the air, sounding bored. Completely ignoring the fact that the Pokemon only seem even angrier than before and that the chances we're going to die like some idiots in stupid films are increasing by the second.
I don't blame myself for screaming again, either.
"We're going to kill you now!" a Wigglytuff happily hums. I'll never look at those pink things in the same light again.
Dare I even mention that I screamed again? I think that Nidorino guy wants to see if his spikes are poisonous now.
The Wigglytuff speaks again. "Go on, Furry, slash 'em!" Furry? Maybe that's that Sentret--Ohmigod it's going to kill me! Arrrgh!
"Why would anyone name a Scyther Furry?!" I scream as I turn and run. Hey, I'm going fast! I stick my tongue out at the Scyther in victory before looking ahead and--Ohmigod it's a tree!