Disclaimer-For those of you who DON'T know, I do NOT own anything. No, I
don't even own myself. I'm sold to the devil for thirty-three dollars and
thirty-three cents; so if you feel the urge to sue me, think again, the
devil has all my money. Unless you want a penny?
Yes, Same old disclaimer, cause it fits the job, doesn't it? Well. Thanks all of you who reviewed so far! Well. Without much further annoyance, Boom! ~Neon Orange~= Wade's thoughts. %Neon Aqua%= Brian's thoughts. [Neon Peach]=Pokemon Translations.
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Brian and Wade storm into the wilderness, not even looking back at the angry little happy town. The tall grasses once again consume anything that resembles society, surrounding Brian and Wade in a sea of light brown grasses covered by puffy fluffs of snow. Small well-trampled trails in the grass show where to go, small signs buried in the grasses impossible to see, yet still pointing the direction towards Violet town. Large clearings show where large pokemon battles took place, the snow melted in some places the ground singed beneath, while clear spears of ice shot out in random directions in others. Brian looks around nervously, kicking one of the larger bolts of ice; knocking it over and watching it explode as it landed. As they walk further, they see a newly cleared patch, a tall, thick pine tree standing in the middle and a young brunette child standing at the end of it, blocking the path.
"You won't get through unless you battle me and win. I'm sure me and my pokemon, especially my Rattata, are more then enough to beat the likes of you!" He yells across the clearing in his still childishly high- pitched voice.
Brian's eyes form a hazardously frosty glare at the mentioning of the dreaded R word, softly pushing Wade back a bit behind him, and he stands across from the young boy pulling off his first pokeball. "Let's play. I hope you don't mind too much if your pokemon burn." Wordlessly and devoid of any show and presentation, Brian releases Blaze, the cinnamon pokemon analyzing the young stuck up brat with its calm ruby eyes.
"Go Ratty!" The child hurls his pokeball, making it look as dramatic as he could with his winter gear restricting movement. The purple pokemon appears on the snow, its curled tail swaying side to side, obviously trying to mimic the calm, collected grace of a Persian, but failing horribly. "Ratty, use your tackle attack!"
"Blaze, use your ember attack, and make sure to not let the little vermin touch you. We don't want you catching fleas, do we?" Brian comments, in a slow drawl, watching the Rattata attempt a pounce at the fox, being sent back flying with the force of the fire shot, making the violet fur become singed with black. "Again. Make the rat Burn . . ." Brian commands, sounding more then slightly psychotic, the two-foot fox shoots another ember, knocking the already burnt Rattata out of consciousness. "Great work Blaze! Now. Do you have any more pokemon to try our patience with?" Brian jeered, the darker side of his personality coming out when around the vile purple rats.
With the crimson flash, the Rattata is removed from the fairly small field; the boy gives a small grin twirling a pokeball on his fingers with a sinister grin on his face. "Well now that you mention it, I might just have something to fight your Vulpix with. Let's see if you can win against my Wooper!" He pushes the pokeball into the air, lifting his foot and kicking it out into the field, the aqua pokemon standing there with an unintelligent grin on its simple features.
"Enough show. Eesh, you're getting really cheesy! Blaze return. Go Bandit." Brian comments, holding the two pokeballs in his hand, watching one pokemon appear as the other disappeared. "You know what to do, just do your best, and let's beat this pest. God, just being around him is making me cheesy and nerdy, finish him off quickly!"
The white Sentret moves so it stands on all four, its tail straight up with a small little bend in it, looking like a zebra print periscope, it's ears standing up and pointing at the water pokemon, looking like a bug's antenna. It swiftly charged at its opponent, striking out the feet from under the slower Wooper like a bowing ball to a pin. The Wooper reacts quickly, squirting a blast of water at the ground, pushing off far enough to land on the Sentret's back, destroying the momentum of the attack. The periscope like tail swings powerfully, sending the Wooper flying into the tree.
"Does EVERYTHING ignore that massive tail on Sentret's ass? Honestly." The Sentret crawls back up, standing on its long tail looking down at the light blue pokemon, watching it struggle to get up with out any arms. Bandit, enraged from being stepped on, pushes off with his tail, flying at the Wooper and sending the water pokemon hard into the tree again. Then the brutal nature of the raccoon like pokemon came into focus, the white Sentret slamming his tail into Wooper over and over again, the small fishy pokemon letting out whimpers with each slam.
"Stop it! Wooper return! Your pokemon fight dirty and dangerously! You shouldn't let them use their natural abilities and teach them proper attacks!" The short trainer squeals, Brian not even listening to the child.
"Your pokemon shouldn't let their guard down in battle. Be happy my Bandit doesn't have any sharp blades. Else we'd be having a tasty filet of Wooper right now." Brian's voice holding frost and a frigid cold tone in it. "Now send out your next pokemon if you have any, I'm afraid you're blocking our way and I'm eager to go to Violet to play with Falkner."
"Fine. But my Pidgey will win! I'm sure of it! He will make your pokemon pay for hurting Wooper and Rattata!" Throwing out his last pokeball, a tiny looking Pidgey, the child holds his chin up high, trying to remain calm. "Pidgey, you know what to do. Show this pompous bastard how real pokemon fight."
The small feather duster flies into the air far more quickly then Rose's did, circling above the Sentret, flapping its wings quickly releasing a small twister of air, launching it at the raccoon. The Sentret doesn't even see it coming, spinning in the small windstorm for a second, being sent back flying into the same tree that the Wooper crashed into, barely remaining conscious. The Sentret quickly tries leaping into the air at the Pidgey, its tail sweeping dangerously like a club at the bird. The bird just launches another gust, sending the winterized pokemon crashing into the tree, and then quickly falling down to the ground, cuts dance across the hidden skin, staining the snow white fur red. Obviously, the branches of the tree holding a dangerous sharp quality to them.
"Return Bandit! You did great... Blaze, this battles outcome is up to you!" Throwing out the pokeball containing the rested Vulpix, Brian crosses his fingers, hoping for a pleasant outcome.
The bird repeats its gust attack, sending the dangerous bursts of wind at the fox. The fox, seeing the mini-twister, quickly leaps out of the way, the twister picking up snow and flying right at Brian and Wade who are forced to jump out of the way. The Vulpix realizing it has no chance in the open ground quickly leaps up the tree, becoming invisible because of the thickness of the branches. In retaliation the Pidgey sends gust after gust at the tree, hoping to blow Blaze out. Pine needles fly in circles as the Pidgey quickly flies around the tree flapping powerfully to cause the windstorms. Too quickly, flying into the storm of needles it created for itself, cuts start crossing all over its body as it continues to franticly search for the illusive fox. The Vulpix, sensing the Pidgey's moment of weakness, jumps on the branch it is standing on, creating a gap in the branches, launching a fireball at the Pidgey, and then quickly leaping away to another branch. The fireball crashes into the stronger Pidgey, who, becoming enraged goes faster, and blows harder tiring quickly at the massive flow of energy it's exerting.
True to it's nature, the fox pokemon uses it's wits to win the battle, hiding in the tree letting the bird pokemon kill itself before making it's own strike. The Pidgey, exhausted from the massive energy flow wasted at the futile attempts of blowing down a tree, accidentally moves too close to the tree, close enough that the small dog-like pokemon leaps out of the tree with some chance of landing on the bird, it's six tails flowing in the air behind it like a crimson cape. But the bird is still not slow enough for the Vulpix to actually hit it. Blaze falls down and crashes into a mound of snow, looking like a glowing stain of blood in the snow. The Pidgey quickly dives at the trapped Vulpix, the feather duster becoming a feather rocket in a matter of seconds, aiming for the red spot among the white. Blaze looks up quickly, seeing it's opponent flying it him dangerously. He opens his mouth, sending a fresh wave of fire at the feather rocket, engulfing it in flames and blinding it enough to make it miss its target by mere centimeters. Blaze takes use of his advantage, lunging at and gnawing on the bird with his small searing hot teeth. Blood leaks from the bite wounds, leaking down Blaze's chin, and staining the snow, the Pidgey screeching loudly as it struggles to maul Blaze with its talons.
"Pijii!!!!!" The bird shrieks in pain, anger, and defiance. ((A/n I would translate it. But I don't see a point in translating pure vulgarity.)) Pointless energy loss, the Vulpix remains in advantage, gnawing on the bird, the shrieks becoming more frenzied and less coherent, obviously in amazing amounts of pain.
"Call back your pokemon already! Its shrieks really are becoming rather annoying." Brian comments, trying to maintain a cool façade to the younger child, the sounds of pain echoing through him making him feel vulnerable, weak, and cruel. "You're being inhumane to your pokemon! They don't deserve this! If I were a gym leader I would take away your badge within a breath!" Brian's comment comes out as a hiss, the shrieks growing quiet quickly as the blood drains from the small bird.
"I will NOT call back my Pidgey! I know it can beat that damned dog of yours!" Not a good thing to say to a stressed blonde, especially not one who's in semi-control of a fox that shoots fire out.
"Okay. This match is over, your bird is unable to play, now either throw out a NEW pokemon, or, we'll have Kentucky fried kid, OR you give me the money you owe me and my dear friend and I will be on our way." Brian boldly walks across the field, bending down and picking up both pokemon the Pidgey and the Vulpix, walking over quickly to the younger child. "Don't forget, no matter how shitty you treat your pokemon, Karma will repay you. You will pay for this, even if I'm the fucking Grim Reaper for it. Now, take back your pokemon, heal it. Give me my money, and get the fuck out of my sight." The tall blonde looks demonic, standing there his hand becoming blood stained from the bleeding bird, his eyes holding a pure frozen anger in them, his complete aura demanding you do as he says.
"Fine. But you'll pay for treating me like a little kid! I'm old and mature and I know how to raise pokemon better then you do!" With that, the little child returns his pokemon to its pokeball without any sort of congratulations or any statements. He quickly delves out a small fraction of money, throws it down at Brian's feet and runs off quickly, obviously worried that the older trainer would hurt him.
"I hate little brats..." Brian comments, returning his Vulpix to her pokeball. He turns to Wade, watching the other trainer walk across the battle-scarred field and towards the path. "I've decided that I do not like children. They must be stabbed." Brian puts emphasis on the word not, as he moves behind Wade following the grassy path.
"Yeah. He was mean to his pokemon. But it's none of our business Brian, stay out of it."
"Stay out of it?! How can I stay out of it when he's causing his pokemon to unjustly suffer?" Brian says, his voice sounding shocked at Wade's comment.
"Maybe he has a softer side that you just can't see! Quit assuming you know everything! Maybe the pokemon LIKE battling harshly like that."
"Why would they?!" Brian ignorantly protests, crossing his arms across his chest, looking down and making sure his steps fall into Wade's footprints, not wanting his feet to become cold and covered in snow.
"There isn't any point arguing, it's obvious both of our minds are set. Let's just keep going. I'm going to fight in the next trainer battle." He comments, his voice going authoritative.
"Humph. Fine, but I get to choose if I get the next wild pokemon." Brian just watches the never-changing ground as they walk step after step, minute after minute, hell, if you asked Brian, hour after hour. After all that time by, Brian caught a glimpse of Wade's watch, realizing they only left an hour and forty five minutes ago, including the time spent in the battle. "Time should be sent flying. This is tedious."
Yes, Same old disclaimer, cause it fits the job, doesn't it? Well. Thanks all of you who reviewed so far! Well. Without much further annoyance, Boom! ~Neon Orange~= Wade's thoughts. %Neon Aqua%= Brian's thoughts. [Neon Peach]=Pokemon Translations.
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Brian and Wade storm into the wilderness, not even looking back at the angry little happy town. The tall grasses once again consume anything that resembles society, surrounding Brian and Wade in a sea of light brown grasses covered by puffy fluffs of snow. Small well-trampled trails in the grass show where to go, small signs buried in the grasses impossible to see, yet still pointing the direction towards Violet town. Large clearings show where large pokemon battles took place, the snow melted in some places the ground singed beneath, while clear spears of ice shot out in random directions in others. Brian looks around nervously, kicking one of the larger bolts of ice; knocking it over and watching it explode as it landed. As they walk further, they see a newly cleared patch, a tall, thick pine tree standing in the middle and a young brunette child standing at the end of it, blocking the path.
"You won't get through unless you battle me and win. I'm sure me and my pokemon, especially my Rattata, are more then enough to beat the likes of you!" He yells across the clearing in his still childishly high- pitched voice.
Brian's eyes form a hazardously frosty glare at the mentioning of the dreaded R word, softly pushing Wade back a bit behind him, and he stands across from the young boy pulling off his first pokeball. "Let's play. I hope you don't mind too much if your pokemon burn." Wordlessly and devoid of any show and presentation, Brian releases Blaze, the cinnamon pokemon analyzing the young stuck up brat with its calm ruby eyes.
"Go Ratty!" The child hurls his pokeball, making it look as dramatic as he could with his winter gear restricting movement. The purple pokemon appears on the snow, its curled tail swaying side to side, obviously trying to mimic the calm, collected grace of a Persian, but failing horribly. "Ratty, use your tackle attack!"
"Blaze, use your ember attack, and make sure to not let the little vermin touch you. We don't want you catching fleas, do we?" Brian comments, in a slow drawl, watching the Rattata attempt a pounce at the fox, being sent back flying with the force of the fire shot, making the violet fur become singed with black. "Again. Make the rat Burn . . ." Brian commands, sounding more then slightly psychotic, the two-foot fox shoots another ember, knocking the already burnt Rattata out of consciousness. "Great work Blaze! Now. Do you have any more pokemon to try our patience with?" Brian jeered, the darker side of his personality coming out when around the vile purple rats.
With the crimson flash, the Rattata is removed from the fairly small field; the boy gives a small grin twirling a pokeball on his fingers with a sinister grin on his face. "Well now that you mention it, I might just have something to fight your Vulpix with. Let's see if you can win against my Wooper!" He pushes the pokeball into the air, lifting his foot and kicking it out into the field, the aqua pokemon standing there with an unintelligent grin on its simple features.
"Enough show. Eesh, you're getting really cheesy! Blaze return. Go Bandit." Brian comments, holding the two pokeballs in his hand, watching one pokemon appear as the other disappeared. "You know what to do, just do your best, and let's beat this pest. God, just being around him is making me cheesy and nerdy, finish him off quickly!"
The white Sentret moves so it stands on all four, its tail straight up with a small little bend in it, looking like a zebra print periscope, it's ears standing up and pointing at the water pokemon, looking like a bug's antenna. It swiftly charged at its opponent, striking out the feet from under the slower Wooper like a bowing ball to a pin. The Wooper reacts quickly, squirting a blast of water at the ground, pushing off far enough to land on the Sentret's back, destroying the momentum of the attack. The periscope like tail swings powerfully, sending the Wooper flying into the tree.
"Does EVERYTHING ignore that massive tail on Sentret's ass? Honestly." The Sentret crawls back up, standing on its long tail looking down at the light blue pokemon, watching it struggle to get up with out any arms. Bandit, enraged from being stepped on, pushes off with his tail, flying at the Wooper and sending the water pokemon hard into the tree again. Then the brutal nature of the raccoon like pokemon came into focus, the white Sentret slamming his tail into Wooper over and over again, the small fishy pokemon letting out whimpers with each slam.
"Stop it! Wooper return! Your pokemon fight dirty and dangerously! You shouldn't let them use their natural abilities and teach them proper attacks!" The short trainer squeals, Brian not even listening to the child.
"Your pokemon shouldn't let their guard down in battle. Be happy my Bandit doesn't have any sharp blades. Else we'd be having a tasty filet of Wooper right now." Brian's voice holding frost and a frigid cold tone in it. "Now send out your next pokemon if you have any, I'm afraid you're blocking our way and I'm eager to go to Violet to play with Falkner."
"Fine. But my Pidgey will win! I'm sure of it! He will make your pokemon pay for hurting Wooper and Rattata!" Throwing out his last pokeball, a tiny looking Pidgey, the child holds his chin up high, trying to remain calm. "Pidgey, you know what to do. Show this pompous bastard how real pokemon fight."
The small feather duster flies into the air far more quickly then Rose's did, circling above the Sentret, flapping its wings quickly releasing a small twister of air, launching it at the raccoon. The Sentret doesn't even see it coming, spinning in the small windstorm for a second, being sent back flying into the same tree that the Wooper crashed into, barely remaining conscious. The Sentret quickly tries leaping into the air at the Pidgey, its tail sweeping dangerously like a club at the bird. The bird just launches another gust, sending the winterized pokemon crashing into the tree, and then quickly falling down to the ground, cuts dance across the hidden skin, staining the snow white fur red. Obviously, the branches of the tree holding a dangerous sharp quality to them.
"Return Bandit! You did great... Blaze, this battles outcome is up to you!" Throwing out the pokeball containing the rested Vulpix, Brian crosses his fingers, hoping for a pleasant outcome.
The bird repeats its gust attack, sending the dangerous bursts of wind at the fox. The fox, seeing the mini-twister, quickly leaps out of the way, the twister picking up snow and flying right at Brian and Wade who are forced to jump out of the way. The Vulpix realizing it has no chance in the open ground quickly leaps up the tree, becoming invisible because of the thickness of the branches. In retaliation the Pidgey sends gust after gust at the tree, hoping to blow Blaze out. Pine needles fly in circles as the Pidgey quickly flies around the tree flapping powerfully to cause the windstorms. Too quickly, flying into the storm of needles it created for itself, cuts start crossing all over its body as it continues to franticly search for the illusive fox. The Vulpix, sensing the Pidgey's moment of weakness, jumps on the branch it is standing on, creating a gap in the branches, launching a fireball at the Pidgey, and then quickly leaping away to another branch. The fireball crashes into the stronger Pidgey, who, becoming enraged goes faster, and blows harder tiring quickly at the massive flow of energy it's exerting.
True to it's nature, the fox pokemon uses it's wits to win the battle, hiding in the tree letting the bird pokemon kill itself before making it's own strike. The Pidgey, exhausted from the massive energy flow wasted at the futile attempts of blowing down a tree, accidentally moves too close to the tree, close enough that the small dog-like pokemon leaps out of the tree with some chance of landing on the bird, it's six tails flowing in the air behind it like a crimson cape. But the bird is still not slow enough for the Vulpix to actually hit it. Blaze falls down and crashes into a mound of snow, looking like a glowing stain of blood in the snow. The Pidgey quickly dives at the trapped Vulpix, the feather duster becoming a feather rocket in a matter of seconds, aiming for the red spot among the white. Blaze looks up quickly, seeing it's opponent flying it him dangerously. He opens his mouth, sending a fresh wave of fire at the feather rocket, engulfing it in flames and blinding it enough to make it miss its target by mere centimeters. Blaze takes use of his advantage, lunging at and gnawing on the bird with his small searing hot teeth. Blood leaks from the bite wounds, leaking down Blaze's chin, and staining the snow, the Pidgey screeching loudly as it struggles to maul Blaze with its talons.
"Pijii!!!!!" The bird shrieks in pain, anger, and defiance. ((A/n I would translate it. But I don't see a point in translating pure vulgarity.)) Pointless energy loss, the Vulpix remains in advantage, gnawing on the bird, the shrieks becoming more frenzied and less coherent, obviously in amazing amounts of pain.
"Call back your pokemon already! Its shrieks really are becoming rather annoying." Brian comments, trying to maintain a cool façade to the younger child, the sounds of pain echoing through him making him feel vulnerable, weak, and cruel. "You're being inhumane to your pokemon! They don't deserve this! If I were a gym leader I would take away your badge within a breath!" Brian's comment comes out as a hiss, the shrieks growing quiet quickly as the blood drains from the small bird.
"I will NOT call back my Pidgey! I know it can beat that damned dog of yours!" Not a good thing to say to a stressed blonde, especially not one who's in semi-control of a fox that shoots fire out.
"Okay. This match is over, your bird is unable to play, now either throw out a NEW pokemon, or, we'll have Kentucky fried kid, OR you give me the money you owe me and my dear friend and I will be on our way." Brian boldly walks across the field, bending down and picking up both pokemon the Pidgey and the Vulpix, walking over quickly to the younger child. "Don't forget, no matter how shitty you treat your pokemon, Karma will repay you. You will pay for this, even if I'm the fucking Grim Reaper for it. Now, take back your pokemon, heal it. Give me my money, and get the fuck out of my sight." The tall blonde looks demonic, standing there his hand becoming blood stained from the bleeding bird, his eyes holding a pure frozen anger in them, his complete aura demanding you do as he says.
"Fine. But you'll pay for treating me like a little kid! I'm old and mature and I know how to raise pokemon better then you do!" With that, the little child returns his pokemon to its pokeball without any sort of congratulations or any statements. He quickly delves out a small fraction of money, throws it down at Brian's feet and runs off quickly, obviously worried that the older trainer would hurt him.
"I hate little brats..." Brian comments, returning his Vulpix to her pokeball. He turns to Wade, watching the other trainer walk across the battle-scarred field and towards the path. "I've decided that I do not like children. They must be stabbed." Brian puts emphasis on the word not, as he moves behind Wade following the grassy path.
"Yeah. He was mean to his pokemon. But it's none of our business Brian, stay out of it."
"Stay out of it?! How can I stay out of it when he's causing his pokemon to unjustly suffer?" Brian says, his voice sounding shocked at Wade's comment.
"Maybe he has a softer side that you just can't see! Quit assuming you know everything! Maybe the pokemon LIKE battling harshly like that."
"Why would they?!" Brian ignorantly protests, crossing his arms across his chest, looking down and making sure his steps fall into Wade's footprints, not wanting his feet to become cold and covered in snow.
"There isn't any point arguing, it's obvious both of our minds are set. Let's just keep going. I'm going to fight in the next trainer battle." He comments, his voice going authoritative.
"Humph. Fine, but I get to choose if I get the next wild pokemon." Brian just watches the never-changing ground as they walk step after step, minute after minute, hell, if you asked Brian, hour after hour. After all that time by, Brian caught a glimpse of Wade's watch, realizing they only left an hour and forty five minutes ago, including the time spent in the battle. "Time should be sent flying. This is tedious."