Disclaimer: Nous ne ownons pas le Mewtwo, le Pokémon, le etc. Mais
nous ownons les ourselves. Translation: If you can't guess, see earlier
chapters.
I also need to disclaim the names Väinämöinen, Väinämö and Väinö. None of those names are of my own invention: Väinämöinen is a name from the Kalevala, and the rest are normal Finnish names.
Author's note: PG for the language, as well as for the descriptions of de-scaling and gutting fish.
Chapter Four
I braced for the impact of the spike, but it never came. The only things that hit me were the shards of the spike which rained down on me. I uncovered my face to see Loren, still poised from Mewtwo's attack on the spike. He then turned to the Cloyster and froze in place. He was obviously having a mental conversation with Mewtwo, trying to decide what to do to the Cloyster.
During the commotion I had the chance to fetch Eevee from where he'd fallen. After I'd picked Eevee up, I turned to watch Loren who stood there, unmoving. I turned my eyes to the Cloyster, who fired an Aurora Beam at Loren. He didn't seem to notice it. Loren was frozen solid and ended up looking like a small iceberg.
"Loren!" I yelled, and had to force myself not to run toward him. I heard him send me a telepathic message: ~Run and take cover~ which he said surprisingly calmly considering his present situation. I watched as the whole icicle started glowing Mewtwo's psychic blue. Seconds later, it shattered into small pieces, and Loren stood there, his eyes flaming with rage.
I gasped as I realised why he'd told me to get back. He was holding one of Mewtwo's energy balls in his hand. "Oh ****!" I yelled as I felt an extra surge of energy through me, caused by the adrenaline rush. I sprinted into the forest near the beach, hid behind a large rock, and turned to look at Loren.
I saw him toss the energy ball at the Cloyster, and I covered my ears with my hands and watched as the entire beach was blown to bits. Ten minutes later when the dust had settled, I looked over to see the almost- dead Cloyster on the remains of the beach. Evidently this hadn't been a full-power attack, because if it had, the Cloyster would probably have been blown into sub-atomic particles.
I saw Loren walk over to the Cloyster and feared the worst. He surprised me when he healed it and telekinetically sent it far out to sea with a faint splash. I came out from behind the rock and trotted over.
"Way to remodel the landscape..." I commented.
"I think we'd better get out of here before the newbies arrive," Loren said. Suddenly there was a flash of blue light and we were in the middle of a forest.
I remembered Eevee's condition and told Loren, "I got this Eevee. Naturally it's a beginner Pokémon."
"Yeah, I kinda noticed," Loren answered, pointing out the fact that Eevee was out cold. His eyes glowed blue and Eevee recovered. His eyes glowed again and I heard a telepathic voice (I'm still not sure which it was, Loren or Mewtwo,) telling me he was transferring info on himself to Eevee.
Eevee's expression never changed, even when the flow of info came to a stop. However, Dim's sharp nose told me he was shocked and a bit scared, he just hid it well.
Loren told me he had sent Eevee info on the both of us, mainly knowledge of the fact that we both had other people floating around in our heads. "I don't know about you, but I want to see tomorrow's headlines," and he grinned and gestured to the beach, which, it seemed, was visible. So we were in the forest next to the beach...
I happened to glance at the sky, and realised the sun was starting to set. "Hey, Loren? The sun's starting to set. I think we'd better find a safe place for the night. I'd rather not wake up at oh-my-golly in the morning to find some overenthusiastic trainer trying to catch me in a ball because Dim or Eltie's* decided to take over. Eh?"
So Loren teleported us to a small lake out in the middle of nowhere, which showed no signs of ever having been visited by humans, where I proceeded to build a small campfire. I was still trying to figure out how on Earth I'd get it started.
"Where am I going to find iron pyrite or flint? I don't even know what the stuff looks like..." I trailed off when I noticed Loren had gone and used pyrokinesis on the campfire, setting the wood alight.
"Who needs flint?" He remarked.
I nodded and looked around. "I suppose we want to catch our own supper. Any idea how we're going to get line for fishing rods?"
Almost in answer, Loren teleported away, returning in a few minutes with two sets of fishing line, hooks, the works. All except for the rods. I headed to one side and brought our my Swiss pocket knife, which I'd taken to carrying after my little dimension-hopping experience. Using the saw- blade, I cut down two saplings and handed one to Loren.
"Let's just hope we don't go and catch a Magikarp..." I tied the end of one of the lines to my new rod, and started hunting for worms. Loren joined me moments later, and we managed to find some under a rock by the shoreline.
"Okay, let's hope I didn't go and tempt fate with that comment," I said as I cast out. Eevee sat down next to me, and Loren sat on my other side.
After about ten minutes of sitting there, Loren felt a nibble on his line. "I got one," he announced - and was almost pulled into the water by the force of the struggling fish. I grabbed him by the waist and helped him pull the fish in, to discover it was a rather large perch.
"Think that'll be enough for you, kins?" I asked.
"Should think so. AND DON'T CALL ME 'KINS!!!" I ignored his reaction and turned back to my own rod to discover something nibbling on the line. Regardless of the fact that I hadn't fished for a couple of years, I remembered enough to give the rod a slight yank, which resulted in the fish getting hooked. I, too, pulled in a perch, which was slightly smaller than Loren's.
"Okay, I really wish I had one of those de-scaling blades at the moment..." I commented as I grabbed a rock and killed the fish with a sharp blow to the head. I then proceeded to cut the fish open with my knife and gut it. I really hated this part of fishing, as it wasn't very pleasant, in smell or sight. After that, I decapitated the fish and started de-scaling it - rather clumsily, since I wasn't used to doing it with a knife.
By now, Loren was finished with his fish and was waiting for me.
"You about done yet?" he asked.
"Pick on someone your own size," I grumbled. Indeed, Loren was a good five feet nine inches, while I was a measly five feet and two inches. Which was unfair, considering the fact that I was over a year and a half older than him... The again, I _did_ overweigh him by I-don't-know-how-many-and- don't-want-to kilograms... "Yes, I'm done. My kingdom for a frying pan,**" I added, watching him as he levitated the fish over the fire until they were cooked.
When the fish were done, Loren handed me mine and we ate in silence. We both gave a bit to Eevee, since it wouldn't have been fair for either of us to give up some of our own and have the other person get more.
Once I was finished eating, I decided it was time to give Eevee a name. I'd already given it some thought, and decided on a name. Or rather, two.
"Little one, I think you need a name," I announced, then said, "How does Väinämö or Väinö sound?" I took Väinö's mad dash into my lap as a yes.
"Loren, would you be a dear and get my kantele?" I asked. "I'd get it myself, except I'd need it to go fetch it! I can't play the travel song without an instrument... It's at Haanpää***, you know where."
Loren sighed, but went to fetch it, regardless.
"Thanks," I said, as he returned, holding the black bag. "I owe you one."
"You owe me two for the Cloyster thing."
I opened the bag and pulled the instrument, out, testing the strings to find them in perfect tune.
"The great wizard of Kalevala, the national epic of Finland, fashioned himself a kantele out of the jaw of a giant pike. He played such beautiful music that he could charm any animal out of hiding to listen to him play. The kantele was a much sought-after prize for Louhi, the Witch of the North, who tried, and failed, to steal it from him. You know where I got you name from, Väinö? The wizard's name was Väinämöinen. He even had the power to play someone into, and back out of, a swamp."
After a short while of playing, I noticed Loren had already fallen asleep. I wasn't sure if it was from my playing, or if he'd just fallen asleep regardless. Väinö soon followed. I packed away my kantele and followed their example.
*Eltie is a bit of a nickname for LT, which Guardian-Chris came up with. Hopper-Chris has started calling her that as well.
**I don't think King What's-his-name would enjoy THAT version of his words in the Battle of I-Can't-Remember-What... (Not that I ever knew... I never DID have to learn English history at school... I don't even know the names of the current British monarchy...! ...Except for the Lady Diana, rest her soul, and the Queen.)
***Haanpää is the name of our country place. Most Finnish farms have a name of some sort, usually the name of the family who built the farm, or of a well-known or famous owner.
I also need to disclaim the names Väinämöinen, Väinämö and Väinö. None of those names are of my own invention: Väinämöinen is a name from the Kalevala, and the rest are normal Finnish names.
Author's note: PG for the language, as well as for the descriptions of de-scaling and gutting fish.
Chapter Four
I braced for the impact of the spike, but it never came. The only things that hit me were the shards of the spike which rained down on me. I uncovered my face to see Loren, still poised from Mewtwo's attack on the spike. He then turned to the Cloyster and froze in place. He was obviously having a mental conversation with Mewtwo, trying to decide what to do to the Cloyster.
During the commotion I had the chance to fetch Eevee from where he'd fallen. After I'd picked Eevee up, I turned to watch Loren who stood there, unmoving. I turned my eyes to the Cloyster, who fired an Aurora Beam at Loren. He didn't seem to notice it. Loren was frozen solid and ended up looking like a small iceberg.
"Loren!" I yelled, and had to force myself not to run toward him. I heard him send me a telepathic message: ~Run and take cover~ which he said surprisingly calmly considering his present situation. I watched as the whole icicle started glowing Mewtwo's psychic blue. Seconds later, it shattered into small pieces, and Loren stood there, his eyes flaming with rage.
I gasped as I realised why he'd told me to get back. He was holding one of Mewtwo's energy balls in his hand. "Oh ****!" I yelled as I felt an extra surge of energy through me, caused by the adrenaline rush. I sprinted into the forest near the beach, hid behind a large rock, and turned to look at Loren.
I saw him toss the energy ball at the Cloyster, and I covered my ears with my hands and watched as the entire beach was blown to bits. Ten minutes later when the dust had settled, I looked over to see the almost- dead Cloyster on the remains of the beach. Evidently this hadn't been a full-power attack, because if it had, the Cloyster would probably have been blown into sub-atomic particles.
I saw Loren walk over to the Cloyster and feared the worst. He surprised me when he healed it and telekinetically sent it far out to sea with a faint splash. I came out from behind the rock and trotted over.
"Way to remodel the landscape..." I commented.
"I think we'd better get out of here before the newbies arrive," Loren said. Suddenly there was a flash of blue light and we were in the middle of a forest.
I remembered Eevee's condition and told Loren, "I got this Eevee. Naturally it's a beginner Pokémon."
"Yeah, I kinda noticed," Loren answered, pointing out the fact that Eevee was out cold. His eyes glowed blue and Eevee recovered. His eyes glowed again and I heard a telepathic voice (I'm still not sure which it was, Loren or Mewtwo,) telling me he was transferring info on himself to Eevee.
Eevee's expression never changed, even when the flow of info came to a stop. However, Dim's sharp nose told me he was shocked and a bit scared, he just hid it well.
Loren told me he had sent Eevee info on the both of us, mainly knowledge of the fact that we both had other people floating around in our heads. "I don't know about you, but I want to see tomorrow's headlines," and he grinned and gestured to the beach, which, it seemed, was visible. So we were in the forest next to the beach...
I happened to glance at the sky, and realised the sun was starting to set. "Hey, Loren? The sun's starting to set. I think we'd better find a safe place for the night. I'd rather not wake up at oh-my-golly in the morning to find some overenthusiastic trainer trying to catch me in a ball because Dim or Eltie's* decided to take over. Eh?"
So Loren teleported us to a small lake out in the middle of nowhere, which showed no signs of ever having been visited by humans, where I proceeded to build a small campfire. I was still trying to figure out how on Earth I'd get it started.
"Where am I going to find iron pyrite or flint? I don't even know what the stuff looks like..." I trailed off when I noticed Loren had gone and used pyrokinesis on the campfire, setting the wood alight.
"Who needs flint?" He remarked.
I nodded and looked around. "I suppose we want to catch our own supper. Any idea how we're going to get line for fishing rods?"
Almost in answer, Loren teleported away, returning in a few minutes with two sets of fishing line, hooks, the works. All except for the rods. I headed to one side and brought our my Swiss pocket knife, which I'd taken to carrying after my little dimension-hopping experience. Using the saw- blade, I cut down two saplings and handed one to Loren.
"Let's just hope we don't go and catch a Magikarp..." I tied the end of one of the lines to my new rod, and started hunting for worms. Loren joined me moments later, and we managed to find some under a rock by the shoreline.
"Okay, let's hope I didn't go and tempt fate with that comment," I said as I cast out. Eevee sat down next to me, and Loren sat on my other side.
After about ten minutes of sitting there, Loren felt a nibble on his line. "I got one," he announced - and was almost pulled into the water by the force of the struggling fish. I grabbed him by the waist and helped him pull the fish in, to discover it was a rather large perch.
"Think that'll be enough for you, kins?" I asked.
"Should think so. AND DON'T CALL ME 'KINS!!!" I ignored his reaction and turned back to my own rod to discover something nibbling on the line. Regardless of the fact that I hadn't fished for a couple of years, I remembered enough to give the rod a slight yank, which resulted in the fish getting hooked. I, too, pulled in a perch, which was slightly smaller than Loren's.
"Okay, I really wish I had one of those de-scaling blades at the moment..." I commented as I grabbed a rock and killed the fish with a sharp blow to the head. I then proceeded to cut the fish open with my knife and gut it. I really hated this part of fishing, as it wasn't very pleasant, in smell or sight. After that, I decapitated the fish and started de-scaling it - rather clumsily, since I wasn't used to doing it with a knife.
By now, Loren was finished with his fish and was waiting for me.
"You about done yet?" he asked.
"Pick on someone your own size," I grumbled. Indeed, Loren was a good five feet nine inches, while I was a measly five feet and two inches. Which was unfair, considering the fact that I was over a year and a half older than him... The again, I _did_ overweigh him by I-don't-know-how-many-and- don't-want-to kilograms... "Yes, I'm done. My kingdom for a frying pan,**" I added, watching him as he levitated the fish over the fire until they were cooked.
When the fish were done, Loren handed me mine and we ate in silence. We both gave a bit to Eevee, since it wouldn't have been fair for either of us to give up some of our own and have the other person get more.
Once I was finished eating, I decided it was time to give Eevee a name. I'd already given it some thought, and decided on a name. Or rather, two.
"Little one, I think you need a name," I announced, then said, "How does Väinämö or Väinö sound?" I took Väinö's mad dash into my lap as a yes.
"Loren, would you be a dear and get my kantele?" I asked. "I'd get it myself, except I'd need it to go fetch it! I can't play the travel song without an instrument... It's at Haanpää***, you know where."
Loren sighed, but went to fetch it, regardless.
"Thanks," I said, as he returned, holding the black bag. "I owe you one."
"You owe me two for the Cloyster thing."
I opened the bag and pulled the instrument, out, testing the strings to find them in perfect tune.
"The great wizard of Kalevala, the national epic of Finland, fashioned himself a kantele out of the jaw of a giant pike. He played such beautiful music that he could charm any animal out of hiding to listen to him play. The kantele was a much sought-after prize for Louhi, the Witch of the North, who tried, and failed, to steal it from him. You know where I got you name from, Väinö? The wizard's name was Väinämöinen. He even had the power to play someone into, and back out of, a swamp."
After a short while of playing, I noticed Loren had already fallen asleep. I wasn't sure if it was from my playing, or if he'd just fallen asleep regardless. Väinö soon followed. I packed away my kantele and followed their example.
*Eltie is a bit of a nickname for LT, which Guardian-Chris came up with. Hopper-Chris has started calling her that as well.
**I don't think King What's-his-name would enjoy THAT version of his words in the Battle of I-Can't-Remember-What... (Not that I ever knew... I never DID have to learn English history at school... I don't even know the names of the current British monarchy...! ...Except for the Lady Diana, rest her soul, and the Queen.)
***Haanpää is the name of our country place. Most Finnish farms have a name of some sort, usually the name of the family who built the farm, or of a well-known or famous owner.