SIXTY REVIEWS! WOOHOO!! I STILL GOT IT!
[Got what?]
I dunno . . . it.
But, I must first thank Breezy, because if she hadn't been there for moral support and sum . . . uhhh . . . other stuff . . . and constantly badgering me about when I'd update, (okay so you only asked once or twice, whatever) I probably would not have gotten this far. I'd also like to thank my father, who lent me the laptop cuz they won't let me buy my own. Little did he know . . . okay so he did know a pretty good amount . . . that I'd use it for fics. Now I'd like to thank my—
[SHUT UP AND GET ON WITH THE FIC!]
Fine, be a jerk.
[I will!]
Remember, this is MY fic. I can edit you out whenever I feel like it.
[ . . . Piss off.]
Where was I? Oh yeah. To celebrate my 60th reviewsary, a Pokémon battle for' u guys. It's my way of saying, thank you. Uhuh . . . okay enough of this crap.
BTW: If you talk to me on MSN Messenger, you'll notice that the quotes I put in here are also used as my display name.
Ah yes. The email on my profile isn't the one I use for MSN. The one I use for MSN is
Isn't it beautiful? lol.
So IM me sometime if you're really that incredibly bored. Or u can use AIM if ya wanna. But I'm currently grounded from it . . . it doesn't make sense. I can't use AIM but it's okay for me to use MSN . . . weird . . .
[What happened to the quote?]
Oh yeah . . . quote . . .
Quote: Ya want some of this? Come on! Bring it! I'll BITE YER KNEECAPS OFF!
::ahem:: Anyways . . .
It's my first advertisement!
Lucky Streak by Lunar Sphinx.
(Am I the only one who noticed the title and penname start with the same letters?)
[I don't think so.]
Oh goody . . .
Well basically the fic takes place in an age/time/era/thing where Pokémon and people don't exactly live in "harmony". Those with the guts (or stupidity) to become trainers are thought of as courageous . . . or crazy. Mostly crazy. The road to becoming the champion is even more perilous in this period of time than it is now. Two young girls embark on this perilous journey . . . and that's about all I've been able to read. Well I've gotten further but . . . can't remember what happens. Sorry Sphinx!
If you like my fic, I'm pretty sure you'll like Sphinx's as well. Well . . . it's not as stupid as mine.
[::smirks::]
What I mean is that she actually puts time and energy into her fic. Unlike mine. Well . . . at least it seems that way . . .
Don't worry Sphinx, I'll get to it . . . eventually . . .
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Chapter 12: Battling Brendan........................................................................................
As soon as I got out of that tunnel I set the Wingull on the ground, took off my bandana, and started squeezing the water out of my hair. I really shoulda brought an extra change of clothes. Unfortunately, I didn't have an extra change of clothes to change into at all. Whoever hired the people that made this game and world are stupid.
Where the hell am I getting all this random crap?
"So, you're a Wingull huh?" The seagull just stared at me. "What are you lookin' at?"
Stupid. It's kinda obvious that I was the person it was looking at.
{WINGULL: The Seagull Pokémon. Wingull has the habit of carrying prey and valuables in its beak and hiding them in all sorts of locations. This Pokémon rides the winds and flies as if it were skating across the sky.} I closed the Pokédex and placed it back in my fanny pack.
That's . . . interesting . . . skating across the sky huh? I can't even skate on ice let alone the sky.
"Peeko you're safe!"
Gaah! What the hell?! I spun around and came face-to-face with an old guy. Peeku or whatever the heck its name was let out a very seagull-like noise and flew onto the guy's head.
POOP! POOP! COME ON YA KNOW YA WANNA! Nope, guess it didn't feel like it. Aw shucks.
"Thank you very much for saving my beloved Peeko from that evil person, Miss . . ."
"May," I replied quickly. Ya know when people do that bobbing thing with their head with their mouths in that 'O' position when they realize something? Yeah well he was doing that.
"Do you have a last name or do I just call you May?"
"I don't have a last name. If the idiot author would hurry up and think of one, then you'll be the first to know. It might be Maple, it might be Parker, it might be Moodawoogafungipants. Who knows?"
". . . . . . . . ."
Uhh . . . Did I say something wrong?
"Well I . . . uh . . . in case you ever need me to do you a favor, just come down to my house and I'll do what I can. My name is Briney," he said as he stuck out a hand. I smiled and shook it.
"I won't even ask what I did to deserve a favor from you, sir."
"Why, you saved my Peeko from that man."
"I didn't even know he had your Peeko. I didn't even know what a Wingull was until I met it. But if you say so, then thank you very much for the offer."
e gave me a slight bow—I have no clue as to why, but he did—and he left.
What a strange man . . .
"Wait! Where is your house?!" By then he was out of earshot.
Crap.
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"Thank you soooo much!"
Must. Resist.
Screw it.
::KAPOW!::
With a deep sigh I started back to the Pokémon Center, leaving behind Homer with his beloved box. I don't know what was so important about them. When I opened it, all I saw was a bunch of gibberish written on some papers, plus a few blueprints.
Then again, I don't understand the complex language of Geek.
As I walked up to the Pokémon Center (that's right, I walked 5 miles in under 10 seconds. Jeez, why couldn't I do that when I was chasing them?), my thoughts dwelled on something new.
I'd forgotten to get dinner.
"CRAP!"
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How long had I been sitting there? I remember it being sunny out, and May sitting in some . . . rather interesting positions. I remember the door with Cyndaquil behind it open and close a few times as Joy went back and forth to help other Pokémon.
[I remember . . . the Alamo!]
(AN: Ignore her pleaz)
I don't think I moved much though since Cyndaquil was taken to the back room for healing. May had said something to me and left the Pokémon Center, but I don't remember what it was she said. All I could think of was Cyndaquil and his current situation.
The doors slid open and I heard someone enter the Center. From the corner of my eye I saw May sit down, but she seemed to be holding something and staring at it. It was white . . . kinda boxy . . . and smelled really good.
She opened it up and pulled out a triangular bread-like substance with a reddish substance coating the top, and another layer, this one white, coating the reddish substance, all topped with red circular meat-like things . . . damn her . . .
"Mmmm, oh this is sooo good," she said with way too much exaggeration. Hah! She thinks that will get me to eat the vile substances?
I hate her . . .
"Later," I whispered, surprising the crap out of her. Well, it was the first time I said anything since after the battle.
"He can speak! Ladies and Germs he has just proven that anything is possible if you put your mind to it!"
I groaned and put my head between my hands. May stopped whatever it was she was doing and draped an arm around my shoulder and scooted over, pulling me in closer to her, with me ending up resting my head on her shoulder.
"Cyndaquil's gonna be okay," she whispered into my ear in a somewhat comforting voice, "You worry too much. He'll be fine," she said with a slight squeeze added to it.
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Okay check it out. It's nearing 8 PM, I'm tired, stiff, tired, incredibly bored, and tired. Cyndaquil's been in there just about the whole freaking day! How long does it take to heal that little thing? I mean, sure, he looked like he just went through hell and back, or however the quote goes, but it shouldn't have taken this long.
Actually, if he went through hell . . . wouldn't he get healed from all the fire stuff down there?
I looked over at Brendan and found that he was asleep on the couch he had been sitting on all day. Sitting up straight with his head hung and his arms crossed, he looked more like he was meditating instead of sleeping.
The door opened and out came Joy holding a Pokeball.
"Brendan?" she asked. I perked my head up at his name. Was his Cyndaquil finally healed? "Is there a Brendan O'Reilly here?" I let out a sigh and put my head between my hands.
Brendan Whatever-his-last-name-is got up and took back his Pokeball. He let out his Pokémon, a Mudkip, and I smiled as it jumped into his open arms. I noticed him look at me, back at his Mudkip, and back to me. Mudkip said its name, he smiled at it, and walked over to where I was sitting.
I guess I should give his description now. He was wearing a normal pair of jeans and a navy blue hooded-sweater with a silver dragon design on it. He seemed about my height, had shaggy light-brown hair and blue eyes, and was without a doubt a white guy.
Mudkip hopped down and stared at me. I, however, had my attention on this new Brendan.
"You look kinda stiff," he said.
Nooo, really?
"How about a battle to relax yourself?" I looked over to Brendan and the doors. Considering the amount of time we'd already spent here I don't think Cyndaquil would be out anytime soon.
"Isn't it kinda dark though?"
"Are you kidding me? This isn't the Gold/Silver series. It's always bright out. No such thing as night time in Hoenn."
Oh yeah . . .
"So how about it?" I nodded my agreement, and we headed out the Pokémon Center. We walked for about five to ten minutes to get away from the bigger part of town, where our battle wouldn't be so interrupting. When we got to a good area I stopped walking and let Brendan get a safe distance away.
"Anything you want in particular?" he asked me.
"Well, I only have three Pokémon, so a 3 on 3 is the only thing I request."
"Sounds fair enough. Let's go Mudkip!" Mudkip hopped out onto the battle area and let out a cute little battle cry.
Torchic is a fire type so she's out of the picture. I'm not sure if I can trust Taillow in a battle just yet. His Mudkip looks pretty strong. Staryu's my best bet. "Go Staryu!" I said as I threw its ball out. The ball opened up and out came my personal star. Or my own personal hot ball of gas.
Get it? Haha . . . I crack me up . . .
"Mudkip, Water Gun!"
"Use your own to negate the attack!" Two powerful streams of water collided in the middle, the attacks going nowhere in particular, since they were both equally matched.
"Good job Mudkip! Keep it up!"
"Stop the attack! Use Rapid Spin!" Staryu obeyed and jumped out of the way just as Mudkip's Water Gun shot past. I too had to dive to the side to keep from getting hit. I watched as Staryu rose up in the air and started spinning at an insane rate. Then it sped off toward Mudkip, resembling something like a ninja star.
"Mudkip don't let it hit you! Water Gun it 'til you hit it!" It let out a cry and shot off a Water Gun, only to have it dodged as Staryu changed course and continued its way to Mudkip. It tilted to the side and another shot scraped its underside, slowing it down a tad. It ascended to avoid the third shot and barrel rolled to dodge five Water Guns, each missing it by a hair.
"Mudkip watch out!" Just as it was about to shoot off another attack, it called it off and jumped straight up. Staryu, however, was able to connect with Mudkip's hind legs, shooting out from underneath it and sending Mudkip head over heels, only to stop when its head hit the ground, with the rest of its body vertical to the ground. Staryu stopped mid-spin and I ordered it to perform its own Water Gun, this one right on the dot. The force of Staryu's attack sent Mudkip sliding across the ground and leaving a trail of its head behind.
"Mud . . . kip," it said, and the rest of its body hit the ground. Brendan groaned and returned his Mudkip, muttering something about just getting it back from Joy and now needing to give it back.
"Great job Staryu!" Instead of shouting its name, its core shone brightly. I could have sworn I saw the colors of the rainbow when it did so. "Whoa."
"Nice strategy, ready for round 2?"
"Depends, ready to get your butt handed to ya again?" I challenged. He chuckled and unclipped another Pokeball and clipped Mudkip's back on his belt.
"Yang! Go!" A small yellow mouse, somewhat resembling Pikachu, took its form. I stared at it and blinked. Pikachu wannabe. Its ear tips were a bluish color, and at the tip of its tail was a blue "minus" symbol. Instead of red patches on its cheeks, it had blue patches with whitish-yellow minus signs. Whoever created the different Pokémon is running out of ideas.
"Okay, I can deal with that. Staryu retu—" I started, but was interrupted by Brendan.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"What's it look like? I'm switching Pokémon. Something wrong with that?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, you never specified that this battle could allow the trainers to switch unfainted Pokémon." A puzzled look overcame my face. "It means neither of us can switch Pokémon unless our active one faints."
"I never heard about that rule."
"Haven't you ever seen the reality show Kanto Adventures?"
"I lived in Johto. So I saw Johto Journey instead. The one that followed Kris until she hooked up with Hiro. Didja know I was in one of the episodes? I'm her friend!"
"Riiight . . . same diff. Didn't you ever notice that Kris only switched in the middle of a battle when they said before the battle that the trainers could switch Pokémon?"
"Oh . . ." That's not good news for Staryu. Staryu Rapid Spinned back to me and stopped and rested at my feet, looking up at me. "I don't know, Staryu. We're just gonna have to play it by ear." Staryu bent half its body quickly. I took it as a nod. It spun back onto the field and faced its opponent.
"Thundershock!" Yang charged its body and let loose with a jolt of electricity. I ordered Staryu to dodge, and it did. Barely. I ordered another Rapid Spin, and it did so.
"We're not having a repeat of Round 1!" he shouted. "But," he murmured to himself. I saw him smirk. That wasn't a good sign. "Keep up the Thundershocks!" Yang glanced back at its trainer, then focused its attention on the task at hand. It shot off Thundershock after Thundershock, each one barely missing Staryu as it made its way to Yang. The last one nicked Staryu and static traversed its body. It slowed considerably. I gasped. Yang had a perfect shot.
"One more time! Thundershock!"
"Hit the dirt!" Staryu redirected its course and pummeled towards—and into—the ground. Staryu live on and underneath the ocean floor. It might be a little tougher to go through, but Staryu should be able to go through the ground.
"You know what to do Yang," Brendan said to his Pokémon.
"You've trained it to counter Dig?"
"Of course. It's an electric type. Dig's a ground move. You'll just have to wait and see the results."
Wonderful . . .
"Okay then, time to think of a new strategy," I said. "Hey Staryu! If you can think of anything to do, be sure to tell me, 'k?" I shouted toward the ground. Brendan anime-fell.
So I was running out of ideas. Sue me.
Suddenly a new idea popped up in my head. I went through the sequence in my head, and nodded. It was a good strategy.
"Staryu! Come out, but away from Yang!" Brendan froze. I must have just screwed up their strategy. Good. With an impressive dirt show, Staryu shot up and out of the ground and landed in front of the hole. "Water Gun!" I shouted. From the tip of its top point came forth another blast of water.
"Stand your ground, Yang! Use Spark!" A sphere of electricity surrounded Yang.
"Spark's the electric equivalent of Flame Wheel," I whispered to myself. "But why—" I stopped as realization hit me.
It was too late to tell Staryu to cancel the attack. Time seemed to slow as the Water Gun hit home, but didn't do anything to affect Yang. That's when my strategy backfired. The electricity transferred from Yang into my Staryu's Water Gun. The electrical energy surged through the jet stream of water, and hit Staryu with an overwhelming force.
Staryu struggled to stay up, but it was all in vain. The voltage quickly flowed through her body and paralyzed her. Her core dimmed and she fell over, static still crackling over her body.
I stood there, completely shocked at how Brendan was able to make something out of nothing. I shook myself out of the shock and reached for Staryu's ball. Who was I kidding? Staryu never really stood much of a chance. I recalled her into her ball, whispered a few words of thanks, and clipped it onto my belt. Brendan, on the other hand, was congratulating his Yang on a job well done.
I definitely can't use Taillow now. It wouldn't last more than five seconds.
"Go Torchic!" I said and threw her ball onto the field. It formed from the red light and yawned. It saw its opponent and immediately tensed for battle. I waited for Brendan to make the first move.
"Are we gonna start or not?" I asked.
"How about we change the rules a bit?"
"Okay . . . to what?"
"A double battle."
I pondered this over. Sounds like fun. I nodded. Brendan smiled, and we both reached for our third Pokémon.
"Come on out Taillow!"
"You too Yin!"
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ARGH! WHY CAN'T I GET THEM ON THAT DAMN FREAKING STUPID BOAT???!!!!
STUPID BATTLE'S TAKING UP TOO MUCH SPACE! I COULDN'T EVEN FINISH IT! "Too long" whined my beta reader. "They'll get bored," she says. Do my battles suck that much? I dunno, it kept me entertained . . .
Was that a cliffie? That's what I wuz going for . . .
So . . . can you guess Brendan's third Pokémon? You guys should be happy, he doesn't really do anything to help the plot. There will be nighttimes in Hoenn, because I am the author AND I MAKE UP DA RULES! Well anyways . . .
I don't know why, but I like doing May's POV more than Brendan's . . . strange . . . I was pondering this for some time and I came to the conclusion that . . .
I WANT ICE CREAM!
[whoa, one topic at a time buddy]
SIGN: What?
[Oh Gawd not these again . . . ]
SIGN: Ha. Ha.
[::scribbles on paper:: "I'm going to kill you now."]
SIGN: Yikes!
EZF: Okay, I'm cool with that. ::sob:: I feel so rejected . . . TT. Haha. Lessie . . . who's next . . .
Sakura: Uhhh . . . gimme a minute . . . ::reads thru review::
Yeah you did tell me . . . well sorta . . . Really? I got one on my first try . . . got my Slakoth right after that . . . interesting . . .
[Not . . . really . . . ]
Okay so Azkura is Squall, which is a sexually challenged Swampert . . . k got that part . . . who's Selena?
Gyarados can use Flamethrower? Okay . . . that wuz an . . . interesting review . . .
[For once, I agree with you.]
We're makin' progress then yah?
[don't get your hopes up.]
They never were up to begin with. Or down . . . or on either side . . .
Alanzia: Thanx for the review! Sure you can have a whatever they call it . . . cameo . . . OT . . . thing. Just send me the stuffies. Or just make sure you're the 75th reviewer. Cuz that'll secure you a spot. Where, I don't know. But somewhere.
Lunar Sphinx: I see . . . Well the first one was the only real worthwhile movie. So . . . is that an okay ad? I'll be readin' your fic as soon as I can get sum free time on the cpu. Which is like . . . never . . .
Breezy: Homer's that dude . . . in red . . . like everyone else in the game . . . yeah . . .
DAT: Yeah the pen name kinda . . . sucked . . . I don't think it could feel like anyone.
Yeah that wuz me. Haha, you're welcome!
ANS: I don't know . . . I saw this really . . . well let's just say I like to put the stuff I see in life into my stories . . . What magma dude girly thing? Oh . . . the scream? My friend screams like that . . . so I don't like scaring him cuz it hurts my ears.
I made the Evon dude gay cuz I felt like it. Cuz in the game he's like . . . hiding behind me . . . like a little sissy . . . and making ME do all the hard work while HE just sits at the edge of Rustboro! Wait . . . he's like that in all the copies . . .
Hope ya liked it, review please!