Firethroat: Do we own it? Not on your life.
Vurso: *Puts his head in his paws.* Keep it down, Firethroat. My head hurts.
Firethroat: It's not my fault you have a hangover.
Me: Yeah. Although who knew that chocolate is like alcohol to dragons?
Vurso: *Puts his head under his pillow.* Just shut up and start the fic.
Me: *Sighs.* Fine. And sorry for this taking so long. Writers block, a.k.a. Vurso and Firethroat went on vacation to Jamaica and didn't take me with them.
Firethroat: *Sweatdrops.* Uh. we brought you back a souvenir?
Me: Woohoo! What did you get me?
Firethroat: *Gulps.* A surfboard.
Me: Yes! *Grabs it and runs out the door to try it out.* You take care of this chapter, Firethroat.
Firethroat: WHAT? *Looks at his claws, and then the keyboard.* Please tell me she's kidding. the keys get stuck on my claws. *Sighs and sits down on the chair, which breaks under the 200 pounds of dragon.* Just my luck. *He stays sitting on the crumpled remains of what used to be my favorite chair, and starts typing.*
"Ya've gotta be kiddin' me, sugar. We're really supposed to believe that you controlled the storm clouds last night?" Whirlwater gave me a skeptical look, which was extremely funny on her Vaporeon face.
"I know it's hard to believe, but I did. And the name's Stormchaser now." Whirlwater snorted with laughter.
"Well, scuse me, but that's gotta be tha weirdest name Ah've eva come outta anyone's mouth, Poke or human." My eyes narrowed.
"Hey, I don't make fun of your name."
"That's cause it's a normal one!" By this time, Whirlwater was rolling on her back, she was laughing so hard.
All this time, Moonshine had remained silent, which in itself wasn't so unusual. The Dark type was the quietest member of our little group, and he never said anything without thinking about it first. His deep, shadowy voice broke up our little fight as efficiently as if he had shouted, although he was talking at barely the normal voice level.
"Could you do it again?"
I blinked in surprise. "I don't know. I haven't tried yet."
"Well, try then."
I nodded, and looked up at the nearly cloudless sky, a surprising change from last night. There was only one cloud up there, and it was a pretty puny one, at that.
A smile crept across my muzzle as I thought of the perfect Pokemon to shape it into. Some glowing eyes, and five minutes later, a perfect replica of Whirlwater stared down at us from the sky.
"Ah'll neva doubt ya again, Storm." Whirlwater gasped out, breathless. I smirked at the fact that she called me by my rightful name.
"What do you think, Moonshine?" I asked, turning to the Umbreon. His eyes were closed in deep thought, and his ears and tail twitched constantly. Finally, he reopened his eyes.
"We need to keep this to ourselves. Who knows what would happen if someone found out what you can do. And if a human gets wind about it." We all shuddered.
"Too late." A nasally voice said. We turned to see a Meowth that was standing on his hind legs. "Cause we's gonna catch yas, and take yas in to the Boss."
"Yeah? Ya an what army?" Whirlwater challenged.
"This one." The Meowth replied, and two humans jumped down from the trees behind him. A male and a female, their scents told me. The male had lavender-blue hair, while the female had hair as red as a Flareon's skin. They both had the same marking on the fur-skin thing they wore, which I later learned was called "clothes".
Not even giving us a chance to react, they threw three Pokeballs at us. I heard Whirlwater's and Moonshine's yelps as they were sucked in, and tried to fight it myself, all to no avail.
It was dark, and warm. I couldn't see, but I felt like I was in an enclosed space. I started to struggle hard, kicking against invisible walls, slashing out with my paws blindly. It was then I heard a voice, which I felt came from outside the Pokeball. I recognized it as the Meowth's.
"Yous might as well stop struggling. Those are Master Balls, you'll never get out." I felt my heart sink into my stomach. Master Balls. the bane of ever wild Pokemon's existence. We were done for.
"We did it! We'll get that promotion for sure!" A female voice declared, and I felt funny for a second, until I realized that my Pokeball was being picked up.
My blood ran cold at the next statement. "We'll become Executives before you know it! Finally, our chance to become sub-leaders in Team Rocket!"
Team Rocket. the second most terrifying thing to all Pokemon, except for the Legendaries. It was often used as a way to keep young Pokemon in line and out of trouble. "Don't stay out too late, or Team Rocket will get you!", with minor variations, was something often told to the more impressionable youngsters. And now we had been captured by them.
I laid my head down on my paws and cried.
Firethroat: *Evil grin.* That will teach her to leave me alone to write something.
Me: *Comes in, all wet and holding my surfboard.* Finished already? *Hugs him.* Cool!
Firethroat: *Starts to regret doing that.* Uh. yeah. I'll just go. do. stuff. now. *Exits in a hurry.*
Me: *Uploads the chapter without bothering to check it.* *Goes to take care of my sick Dragonite.*
Firethroat: *Pokes his head in after I finish.* Uh. please review. now I gotta go before Sera figures out what I did. I hear Hawaii is nice this time of year. *Gulps and runs.*
Vurso: *Puts his head in his paws.* Keep it down, Firethroat. My head hurts.
Firethroat: It's not my fault you have a hangover.
Me: Yeah. Although who knew that chocolate is like alcohol to dragons?
Vurso: *Puts his head under his pillow.* Just shut up and start the fic.
Me: *Sighs.* Fine. And sorry for this taking so long. Writers block, a.k.a. Vurso and Firethroat went on vacation to Jamaica and didn't take me with them.
Firethroat: *Sweatdrops.* Uh. we brought you back a souvenir?
Me: Woohoo! What did you get me?
Firethroat: *Gulps.* A surfboard.
Me: Yes! *Grabs it and runs out the door to try it out.* You take care of this chapter, Firethroat.
Firethroat: WHAT? *Looks at his claws, and then the keyboard.* Please tell me she's kidding. the keys get stuck on my claws. *Sighs and sits down on the chair, which breaks under the 200 pounds of dragon.* Just my luck. *He stays sitting on the crumpled remains of what used to be my favorite chair, and starts typing.*
"Ya've gotta be kiddin' me, sugar. We're really supposed to believe that you controlled the storm clouds last night?" Whirlwater gave me a skeptical look, which was extremely funny on her Vaporeon face.
"I know it's hard to believe, but I did. And the name's Stormchaser now." Whirlwater snorted with laughter.
"Well, scuse me, but that's gotta be tha weirdest name Ah've eva come outta anyone's mouth, Poke or human." My eyes narrowed.
"Hey, I don't make fun of your name."
"That's cause it's a normal one!" By this time, Whirlwater was rolling on her back, she was laughing so hard.
All this time, Moonshine had remained silent, which in itself wasn't so unusual. The Dark type was the quietest member of our little group, and he never said anything without thinking about it first. His deep, shadowy voice broke up our little fight as efficiently as if he had shouted, although he was talking at barely the normal voice level.
"Could you do it again?"
I blinked in surprise. "I don't know. I haven't tried yet."
"Well, try then."
I nodded, and looked up at the nearly cloudless sky, a surprising change from last night. There was only one cloud up there, and it was a pretty puny one, at that.
A smile crept across my muzzle as I thought of the perfect Pokemon to shape it into. Some glowing eyes, and five minutes later, a perfect replica of Whirlwater stared down at us from the sky.
"Ah'll neva doubt ya again, Storm." Whirlwater gasped out, breathless. I smirked at the fact that she called me by my rightful name.
"What do you think, Moonshine?" I asked, turning to the Umbreon. His eyes were closed in deep thought, and his ears and tail twitched constantly. Finally, he reopened his eyes.
"We need to keep this to ourselves. Who knows what would happen if someone found out what you can do. And if a human gets wind about it." We all shuddered.
"Too late." A nasally voice said. We turned to see a Meowth that was standing on his hind legs. "Cause we's gonna catch yas, and take yas in to the Boss."
"Yeah? Ya an what army?" Whirlwater challenged.
"This one." The Meowth replied, and two humans jumped down from the trees behind him. A male and a female, their scents told me. The male had lavender-blue hair, while the female had hair as red as a Flareon's skin. They both had the same marking on the fur-skin thing they wore, which I later learned was called "clothes".
Not even giving us a chance to react, they threw three Pokeballs at us. I heard Whirlwater's and Moonshine's yelps as they were sucked in, and tried to fight it myself, all to no avail.
It was dark, and warm. I couldn't see, but I felt like I was in an enclosed space. I started to struggle hard, kicking against invisible walls, slashing out with my paws blindly. It was then I heard a voice, which I felt came from outside the Pokeball. I recognized it as the Meowth's.
"Yous might as well stop struggling. Those are Master Balls, you'll never get out." I felt my heart sink into my stomach. Master Balls. the bane of ever wild Pokemon's existence. We were done for.
"We did it! We'll get that promotion for sure!" A female voice declared, and I felt funny for a second, until I realized that my Pokeball was being picked up.
My blood ran cold at the next statement. "We'll become Executives before you know it! Finally, our chance to become sub-leaders in Team Rocket!"
Team Rocket. the second most terrifying thing to all Pokemon, except for the Legendaries. It was often used as a way to keep young Pokemon in line and out of trouble. "Don't stay out too late, or Team Rocket will get you!", with minor variations, was something often told to the more impressionable youngsters. And now we had been captured by them.
I laid my head down on my paws and cried.
Firethroat: *Evil grin.* That will teach her to leave me alone to write something.
Me: *Comes in, all wet and holding my surfboard.* Finished already? *Hugs him.* Cool!
Firethroat: *Starts to regret doing that.* Uh. yeah. I'll just go. do. stuff. now. *Exits in a hurry.*
Me: *Uploads the chapter without bothering to check it.* *Goes to take care of my sick Dragonite.*
Firethroat: *Pokes his head in after I finish.* Uh. please review. now I gotta go before Sera figures out what I did. I hear Hawaii is nice this time of year. *Gulps and runs.*