When compared with the previous chaper, I don't think this one's so good... But then again, I really enjoyed writing that hologram battle. Heh.
Raven: Emerald Fist
Mechyena Saga
Chapter XIV: Criminal
Light. So bright that it simply pressed through my eyelids as a red blur that made me scrunch up my face and try to bring up my hands to cover my eyes, only to stop with a gurgling sound from my throat as pain jolted up one arm.
"You're awake!" an excited chirp sounded from somewhere to the left.
A snort came from the right, "For the tenth time."
Although I recognised the voices, my mind felt slow and sluggish, unable to make any proper connections. The reek of bleach and chemical cleanliness made my nostrils burn and my tongue felt thick and fat in my mouth; some sort of starched fabric scraped against my cheek as my stomach lurched queasily.
"Water," I managed to force out from between parched lips, my eyes protesting at the intensity of the light as I forced the lids back.
"Right here."
A thin plastic cup was pushed into my hand and I focused on it blearily as I lifted it to my mouth, managing to turn it into a vague cylinder shape as I swallowed some of the liquid and spilled the rest down my chin, neck and front.
An attempt to speak resulted in a few garbled notes, so let myself sink back onto something soft and focused on the task of remembering. It was difficult, my mind seemed set on slipping back into unconsciousness, but the two other people in the room remained silent as I forced myself to think.'
A hospital… this has to be a hospital,' I finally concluded, grimacing slightly at the feeling of falling that suddenly gripped me, only to let go half a second later, 'But did I loose a fight, or what?'
I finally concluded, grimacing slightly at the feeling of falling that suddenly gripped me, only to let go half a second later,"Sam?" I rasped, thoughts of a particularly hard training session flashing through my reeling brain, "Elliot?"
"Um, not quite," the first voice informed me, "I'm Polienix, your first Pokémon partner, and he's Jay… you do remember us, right?"
Of course I remembered. The names Jay and Polienix had released the barrier damming up my memories, and now they rushed through my mind in a blur of mismatched events that shoved aside the previous images of my ten year old sparring partners with ease. I saw Hades, carried high above the roofs of Violet, Raijin, glaring at me as though I were poison through the clots of dried blood that clung to his wounds, Arina, hurling herself across a wooden room in Sprout Tower… Mechyena, beaten by a solid hologram.
"How did you know?" I blurted in unison with a roar in my brain as sitting up did odd things to my head, "How did you know Mechyena's name?"
There was a pause, during which my elbows turned to jelly and a flopped back onto the bed, darkness encircling my vision.
"He's famous," Jay responded confidently despite his hesitation, "On the news all the time. Whenever Team Emerald makes headlines he's there…"
OOO
Jay stopped with a sigh as his red haired companion's amber eyes rolled back and closed for the eleventh time. Having skulked around the hospital for the last three days, the bruising around his shoulder where it had been dislocated requiring a sling that made Pokémon battle a no-go: arm movement was something natural for him when he fought and he had no desire to hurt himself even more.
"Not again," Polienix complained from the wood laminate dresser that sat beside her trainer's bed, "I'm bored."
Jay shrugged, winced and shook his head.
"Me too," he agreed, removing a bothersome strand of dark blond hair from his forehead, where it had been tugging at the row of stitches that ran over his eye, "There's not much we can do, though."
Sulking like the child she was, Polienix looked around sullenly before her gaze settled on the white framed window.
"I'm going out," she declared, her eyes flaring indigo as she spoke.
Instantly the window unlocked itself, shooting open so that it slammed up against the top of the frame, and Pol fluttered out, pleased with herself for managing to complete the trick she had been practising for some time without a hiccup.
With a sigh Jay took one last glance at Raven's unconscious form before turning to leave the room as well. No real reason to hang around for the dead to rise - he had taken to popping in every few hours or so to check up on her and so far said strategy had worked. A wander round the hospital wouldn't hurt, perhaps going up to the roof or maybe taking a short stroll outside, although he would have to get his coat first…
"Umph!" he exclaimed, momentarily incapable of saying anything more intelligible as walking smack into someone else incited the nerves in his arm to very painful rebellion.
"Hey, watch it! Or, uh, sorry…" a female voice exclaimed, the owner apparently sitting on the fence between apologetic and angry.
Grimacing before forcing something akin to a smile onto his face, Jay straightened up.
"Wasn't your fault, I-" he started, only to trail off as he found himself face to face with a rather uncomfortable looking Karen.
"Or perhaps it was," he finished icily, sea green eyes stormy, "After all, we wouldn't be here at all if it wasn't for you and your stupid, mindless-"
"Hey buster,"she snapped, "It's hardly my fault you can't stomach a little cruelty for the greater good. And it was the greater good, that monster was barely even sentient from the looks of it-"
"Preposterous! ShadowSteel was whimpering like any other Pokémon wou-"
"Oooo, so now we're giving it nicknames, are we? How absolutely adorable, good thing it's not loose to rip some throats out and ruin the image, hmm?"
When Jay remained silent, Karen's eyes sparkled victoriously and she opened her mouth for a final retort, only to be cut off before she had even finished drawing breath.
"Why're you here, anyway?" the Pokémon trainer demanded, returning to the icy hostility with which he had used at the start of the interchange as a single thought aided rationality in holding back his anger.
The heiress to the Holodrome sniffed self-righteously, tossing her bright blond hair over her shoulder.
"I would have told you if you hadn't leapt down my throat the minute I got in here. I'm here to 'cough up', as I suppose you'd put it."
Jay blinked, uncomprehending, "Pardon?"
Karen rolled her eyes, "The reward, idiot. As much as I dislike you and your muscle girl friend, she had the RealSpec my father had announced a £5,000 cash reward for if anyone could find it. I argued, don't think I didn't, but rules are rules…"
Her face contorted into the look of disgust that only her chosen enemies were ever given and she reached into the brown suede purse that hung from one shoulder, pulling out a fistful of one hundred pound notes that she handed with a remorseful sigh to the dumbstruck Jay.
"I'm supposed to hand it straight to her but whatever, if I stay so close to you guys for much longer I think I'll barf," she sneered, "Never later, I hope."
Not responding as the girl stalked off, not a hint of the friendly, bubbly creature that Raven had encountered the previous week showing in her new You Are Enemy persona, Jay found himself incapable of even grunting in response. He stood with feet rooted to the ground, looking slowly from the money in his hands to the door leading to Raven's room and back again, oblivious to the concerned stares of the doctors and nurses passing by.
Finally he blinked.
"Cool."
OOO
Ears pressed back against the broad dome of his skull, the wounded creature known as ShadowSteel paced stiffly back and forth across the floor of his cell like a caged tiger. Although one paw ached whenever he put pressure on it and his side protested every breath, the beast still found the strength to dig his claws deep into the cement every time he turned to pace in the opposite direction. He was too busy feeling upset and claustrophobic to take the time to limp or relent to his body's demands for rest: for the first time in his stunted memory Mechyena felt something dauntingly similar to fear.
The cell was sturdy, built to contain powerful creatures such as Houndoom and Lavapard, and the only window was barely large enough for his snout to fit through, and that would have only been possible if it wasn't split into even smaller gaps by three sturdy, flameproof bars. Escape was impossible, not without help, and he had already failed, failed his master, attacked a target who was never meant to be harmed… He winced, remembering the cruel whip of the master in one of his crazier moments.
It was not that whip, however, that he wanted to avoid. He would gladly endure a thousand lashings, if only it could get him out of this place…Although not the brightest of creatures, ShadowSteel was well aware of the concept of death, if only in a limited, child-like form. Seeing an old, sick Persian pushed past in a wire cage from the hallway, only for that same wire cage to come rumbling back on squeaky wheels a few minutes later, reeking of disinfectant and accompanied by a black bag that hung heavily from the hand of a human had left an impression in his memory. He was, after all, far too big to fit into any normal plastic bag.
Tired and sore, the frustrated animal dropped into the corner and laid his bandaged head on his huge paws. Perhaps he should just wait here, hope that someone would come and tell him what to do… Suddenly a noise at the window caught his attention and Mechyena glanced up, only to find himself staring at a pair of exasperated blue eyes set into a thick featured face. The head sported supple grey skin and Mechyena only just caught sight of three tan crests that decorated its forehead before the creature ducked out of sight. Leaping onto his back legs, ShadowSteel tried in vain to peer out the tiny gap, his big silver claws slipping on the sloped windowsill.
"Wrong direction, you stupid mutt," a masculine voice corrected scathingly.
Whipping around with all the speed a large, wounded Pokémon could manage, Mech found himself face to face with a disgusted youth with icy blue eyes and silver hair. A set of keys dangled loosely from strong but slender fingers. Giving a pitiful doggy whine, ShadowSteel felt himself transferred to the land of grateful bliss as the click of a lock echoed throughout the empty corridor. He was free…
OOO
As he walked the streets of Goldenrod, hands in pockets and fortunes in hand, Jay couldn't help but feel a sense of elation. He'd been out of the busy atmosphere of cities for far too long, suffering his way through tiny nowhere towns and muddy countryside with only a goal and the odd tourist attraction to keep him happy, so the low roar of Goldenrod background noise was a relaxing melody to the city loving boy. Add to that the fact that ShadowSteel was locked up and out of trouble and Jay was a very happy camper. No more near-devastating encounters with that bothersome beast.
Mechyena in mind, the trainer released Magenix and allowed the fiery bird to perch companionably on his shoulder, the late autumn breeze ruffling his bright orange plumage.
"Where now, admiral?" he inquired with charismatic confidence.
"The pound," responded Jay, "To pay Mechyena a visit."
Magenix looked shocked, his wings flaring open a fraction as though he needed help maintaining his balance.
"Why?" he spluttered, "That thing murdered my mother and tried to capture my sister, don't think I never registered that."
"I know. All the more reason to make sure he's locked up well, I'd assume."
"Point," the Pokémon conceded, "Although I don't see what could keep that thing held back if he wanted to go."
Jay smiled grimly, "You'd be surprised, he's strong but not particularly intelligent. You could give him a key and he'd never manage to let himself out."
Magenix sniffed in mock hurt, "You humans just don't appreciate the fact that not everyone has thumbs!"
The duo slipped into conversation about the assets of being Pokémon or human, Magenix's wild gesticulations of what one could do with fire if one had hands to hit people with burning sticks forcing several bewildered passers-by to duck and dodge if they treasured their hair. The pound was not as far from the hospital as Jay would have liked, but at least it shortened the walk. They were there in a matter of minutes.
Unlike the animal shelter that sprawled on the outskirts of the city, the pound was not a friendly looking place. Built entirely of big grey breezeblocks, the pound's windows were small and barred up - not that they would have provided a particularly could view of the outside world anyway, the building was sandwiched between two huge apartment blocks that screened it from the sky most effectively.
Forced to put his weight behind forcing open the thick metal door, Jay stepped into a small reception area composed of a wooden desk in the corner with the varnish mostly gone, an ancient computer perching on its surface and a few saggy grey chairs. From the unpainted walls to the scraggy carpet that covered some of the floor it was very clear that the purpose of this place was not to make people want to come in. They picked up strays and gave them back… or disposed of the oldest ones when they ran out of room.
'Almost a jailhouse for Pokémon,' Jay thought with some disgust, aware of Magenix's lapse into silence as his trainer strolled over to the desk.
"I'd like to see Mechyena," he told the receptionist, a plain young woman with a look of pure boredom playing across her features.
"He was brought in a few days ago, I was there when-"
"Yeah yeah," she interrupted, typing something into her computer and sliding a stick of gum into her mouth as the machine groaned and whirred unhappily at her request.
"Third door on the right, 's the only one in that corridor at the moment so ya can't miss it."
"Well, that was easy enough," Jay mused once they had passed through one door and out of earshot, "I thought I'd have to argue my way in here."
"Prob'ly would've been better if we hadn't come at all," Magenix commented in response, his black eyes regarding a caged Meowth whose swollen paws twitched fitfully in its sleep, "This place stinks of death."
Magenix commented in response, his black eyes regarding a caged Meowth whose swollen paws twitched fitfully in its sleep,Jay didn't respond, pushing through a lighter swinging door and into the corridor the receptionist had specified. Three huge cells lined the walls, two on one side with a larger one on the other, and another door painted in white continued the passageway at the other end.
The cages were empty.
"Wrong address?" Magenix commented uncomfortably to Jay as the trainer's heart started to beat against his ribs.
"He's probably being kept through that door," Jay reasoned, striding forward.
A closer look at said door stopped him from going any further, Euthanasia surgery - no entry was written on a sheet of paper taped to the white paint.
"Or perhaps not?"
Jay whirled, nearly dislodging the bird as he scanned the cells.'Maybe she gave me the wrong corridor,' he thought desperately, only to catch sight of distinctive gouges in the cement floor of the largest chamber, 'Or… or perhaps they moved him.'
Confusion at his own overreaction to the news that Mechyena wasn't where he should have been only worsened Jay's mental state as he hurried back to the reception area.
"Did they move him somewhere?" he blurted before he had regained his composure.
"Move who?" the receptionist asked blandly, blatantly uninterested.
"Mechyena!" Jay snapped, "The one I asked you about!"
"Oh."
Once again she turned to her computer, tapping in a query single-handedly as she twirled a lock of hair around a finger of the other. Feeling his normally latent anger reaching dangerous heights inside him, Jay slammed his palms down on the table so hard that the screws that held it together rattled in complaint.
"Are you telling me that you can't even keep track of one goddamned charge!"
Her dull brown eyes rotated slowly up to look at him, expression still impassive, "I haven't been charged with anything, sir, and your 'Mechyena' left some time this morning. Turns out he was nothing more than a Mightyena who had a horrible car accident some years back, his owner took him away-"
Jay was already gone, pausing only to struggle with the front door before bursting into the street and selecting a Pokéball from his belt.
"They picked him up already," he growled, more to himself than to Magenix, "Can't they see he does more harm than good?"
"You mean that thing's free in the city!" Magenix exclaimed, horrified, "I gotta tell 'Rora!"
Launching himself skilfully from Jay's shoulder and out over the heads of the crowd, Magenix hauled himself higher into the air and was level with the tops of the medium height buildings before Jay could even open his mouth to speak. With a sigh the boy let his Pokémon go, focusing instead on releasing another creature onto the pavement.
"Yen!" Cerberus growled, his head whipping around to take in his surroundings before he turned back to his trainer.
"Cerb, I need you to follow Mech's scent," Jay informed the Mightyena, "I know it's odd, but we have to find him."
The dark grey beast regarded him in confusion for a second before giving the dog version of a shrug and raising his pointed nose to the air in search of the larger canine's distinctive smell. It took a second, but the dark type gave a yap and wheeled around to sniff the ground behind him enthusiastically before bounding off down the sidewalk.
"Hey, wait!" Jay yelled, taking off after his Pokémon but finding it difficult to follow once Cerberus bounded around a corner into one of the busier streets in town and was instantly swallowed by the crowd.
Struggling through gaps in the masses Jay just managed to catch sight of his new and improved nose one legs, which had stopped for a second to let him catch up. The minute he came within arm's length of the dog, however, Jay found himself forced to plough onwards once again as Cerberus gave another bark and skittered off between people's legs.
Cursing internally, he staggered out into a side road and raced after the Mightyena just as he shot left into an alleyway. Sprinting around the corner, Jay skidded to a stop, Cerberus backing into his legs before dropping his rear onto the boy's foot. Standing three metres away, his pose radiating nonchalance, an older teen regarded the pair with an icy blue gaze. His long silver hair was pulled into a ponytail at the nape of his neck, allowing twin locks to fall freely on either side of his place, angular face. It only took a quick glance at the emerald green swathe of velvet the young man had tied conspicuously around his right bicep for Jay to know what he was. The fact that he was spinning an overly large shiny black Pokéball, complete with silver trim around the release button and the break between upper and lower halves, only made identification easier.
"You're the one who got in his way," the Emerald team member said finally, after flicking his gaze over Jay's sling and stitches, "Correct?"
Not entirely certain what to make of this person, Jay's voice contained notes of hesitance as he replied, "I saved his life."
The Emerald remained impassive, "And? You're still following us now, correct?"
"Yeah," he responded, his mind searching for evidence of the rank of this man.
For the first time the other teen showed sign of emotion: annoyance. With a sigh he pocketed Mechyena's Pokéball and slipped out of his arrogant stance into a more business-ready one.
"You know, I really don't care if Mechyena's freedom inconveniences you at all. Now scat, unless you're particularly interested in a beating."
Feeling the first prickles of fear in his palms, Jay reminded himself silently of why he was so desperately against Mech being on the streets again as an incentive to stay calm.
"Fisticuffs isn't really my forte," he informed the other, gesturing to Cerberus, who looked petrified but took up a fighting position though the sheer strength of canine loyalty.
Uncurling his fists, the lithe fighter chuckled, "Fine, have it your way. Two on two."
Before Jay even registered that his opponent had two Pokéballs in his hands the spheres were hurtling through the air, bouncing off the ground and back to their owner as two bolts of crimson zapped from them. To the left of the narrow alleyway materialised an odd brown creature that glared out at him from beneath wiry white fur that covered most of its head and spilled down its back.
"Shiiiif!" it hissed aggressively, brandishing two hands of three leaves each at trainer and Pokémon as it balanced precariously on inefficiently shaped feet.
"Teeeera!"
The second voice was the complete opposite of the first, high, sweet and not at all menacing. It came from a small blue creature that shared a general body shape with Omela: short, dainty front legs with larger, more powerful back ones that it rested most of its weight on. Its fur, shiny and pale blue, faded to pale maroon at the tips of its wing shaped ears, long, curvy tail and around its four paws. Blinking through large pink eyes, it tilted its rounded head to the side to look at Cerberus with a look of pure innocence.
'Don't let appearances get to you,' Jay reminded himself doggedly, reaching for his Pokédex, 'It's probably a powerful normal type or-'
"Ah!" he exclaimed, a razor sharp leaf slicing the skin open over his knuckles and knocking the Pokédex flying.
The machine smacked into the wall, snapping open on impact, before dropping to the ground with a clatter.
"Now now," said the Emerald patronisingly as Jay cringed, cradling his injured hand, "I know it's hard, but you're going to have to fight without your precious aids."
Both hands bloody, Jay didn't even glance at his Pokédex. He knew that the grass Pokémon, whatever it was, would never let him get to it. Instead he grabbed Fidranger's Pokéball clumsily from his belt with his left hand and released the grass dog beside Cerberus, wishing desperately that Magenix hadn't left him to warn his sister.
"What now?" the Janeran puppy instantly demanded, her leafy tail whipping like a cat's.
"It's just a fight," Jay responded, flinching as a movement of one finger sent a jolt of pain through his hand.
She turned away, sweeping the two enemy Pokémon and their trainer with a deploring gaze.
"I suppose you have your reasons," she sighed, "After all, 'against the odds' seems to be your style at the moment… shame the odds keep winning."
Doing his best to ignore the inflammatory comments hurled his way by the dog, Jay hunted through his mind for some sort of strategy. Assuming the opponents were grass and normal types, he had no advantage without Magenix to help him. Grass against grass didn't seem like such a good idea; although Fidranger was a competent fighter she obviously wasn't in a particularly enthusiastic mood…
"Shiftry, focus on the Mightyena," the Emerald commanded, interrupting Jay's planning session with the opening moves of the battle, "Mentira, attack Fidranger with take down!"
"Fidranger, watch out! Cerberus, howl!"
As the Mightyena released an ear-rending howl Mentira broke into a run, its gait ungainly due to the difference in length between its front and back legs but still fast enough. It ran in a curving arch, altering its path so as to trap Fidranger against the wall, but the grass type was fully aware of the fact. She crouched and at the last possible second hurled herself into the air, attempting to leap over her foe. Mentira reacted fast, changing what would have been a simple barge into a flying tackle and ramming into Fidranger's exposed torso with its shoulder. Both collided heavily with the wall but the sweet looking mammal proved its strength by bouncing off the surface and somersaulting with unnatural ease back to its original position next to Shiftry, who had formed some sort of miniature whirlwind between its outstretched hands.
As Fidranger staggered up, favouring one of her back legs, something in Jay's mind clicked.
"Both of you! Tackle Shiftry fast!" he commanded, trying to ignore guilt as Fidranger shuddered before limping forwards with only half her normal speed.
Cerberus was fast though, charging full-tilt at the oddly humanoid creature with all his canine bulk ready to send the beast flying. He gave a feral snarl and- THWACK! Mentira lashed out with the wider end of its tail, using it as a club that collided heavily with the Mightyena's head and forced him to stumble over his own feet, reeling and whining as he crashed into the ground.
"Cerb!" Jay yelled uselessly as the dog rolled to Shiftry's wooden feet, trying to rise but failing miserably when one back leg gave out.
Seeing the condition of her companion Fidranger forced herself to speed up, choking back a whimper as her leg threatened to buckle every time the paw made contact with the ground. Gathering more strength she forced herself to jump, only to realise that she had timed it all wrong.
"Razor wind!"
Shiftry grinned menacingly from behind its mask of white fur, releasing its whirlwind in a funnel of razor sharp leaves that barrelled into Fidranger as she flew through the air and slicing through her lime green pelt. She yelped, losing control of the jump as droplets of blood splayed out through the air behind her. Jay could only watch in horror as Shiftry followed up its attack with a swiping blow to the jaw that cracked Fidranger's head back on her neck and slammed her down on her rear reeling weakly.
"Leech seed and back off!" he cried hopelessly, fully aware that this fight was lost, "Cerb, bite… bite Mentira…"
To his surprise Fidranger let her bruised and battered head tip back and let out a whimpering mockery of her normal howl, apparently determined to score one hit if nothing else. The tiny plants that poked up though gaps in the brick walls strained at her call, relaxed for a mere second and then burst from the confines of the brick and mortar. A rain of seeds sprayed out in a wide fan at Shiftry and Mentira and Jay felt hope twist in the pit of his stomach.
"Mentira," was all the opposing trainer said.
As though colliding with some invisible barrier, the barrage of seeds was instantly deflected, plant matter scattering in all directions with some going so far as to smack the amazed Jay square in the chest.
"No!" Fidranger cried in disbelief while Cerberus was kicked away, fainted, by Shiftry, "Noo! I tried so hard!"
Fidranger cried in disbelief while Cerberus was kicked away, fainted, by Shiftry,At her anguished wail lines of white light streaked across her body, coiling around her holly leaf ears and pulling the spikes back so that they lengthened and hardened. Her muzzle elongated, loosing its puppy roundness in favour of a more severe, sharp profile and dark green spikes pushed up through the lime green of her pelt. As the light grew to engulf her entirely, the simple oval leaves that lined her tail retracted just as six curved, scythe-like leaves pushed out nearer the end as a replacement. All the time she grew, slowly, until at last the light retracted and Jay found himself faced with an equally battered dog that sat a foot taller than the old and panted with exhaustion.
"An evolution," the other trainer stated nastily, "Well, let's put the beast out of its misery like its dark-type friend there. Psychic attack!"
Jay barely had time to fumble with Cerberus' Pokéball and clumsily return him one-handed before an unexpected aura built up around what he had assumed was normal type, pulsating between maroon and sky blue. Mentira gave a sadistic snarl of glee, psychic power gathering around its delicate paws, before throwing both forward and releasing a surge of strength at the helpless dog.
What had been Fidranger yowled, the sheer agony of having her mind invaded knocking her out before the brunt of the blast even had time to pick her up and toss her like a rag at her trainer.
"Oh-" Jay started, only to have the wind thrust from his lungs as he was heaved off his feet and into the unforgiving metal side of a dumpster.
Wetness dripping down his back from the back of his head, Jay instinctively struggled to get his breath back as dark and light swirled sickeningly before his eyes.
"I'll be taking this," the voice of Mechyena's liberator stated without any great enthusiasm as a pale hand took Jay's money from the stunned boy's pocket and quickly counted it through, extracting half and tossing the rest down onto bloodied trainer and dog.
As his surroundings spun even more and Jay's chin dropped onto his chest the Team Emerald member stalked off down the alleyway, leaving a chipped Pokédex to chime out forlornly, "William Sammuet, male, fifteen, 43.5 victory rate."
A/N: So, yesh, third person is difficult to write when you're so used to first. In fact, keeping myself from swapping into Raven's POV in this chapter made writing second person look easy. O.o'
Chapter XV is about one-third done at the moment, I finished this one about a week ago and forgot to post it.
((ducks thrown objects))
I plead sieve-brained! I'm now officially on my Easter Break, however, so I should (major stress on should: I suppose you all already know how unstable my updating times are) be able to get out a chapter before I leave for Singapore on Sunday. Yeah, Singapore. Roasty toasty Obsidian, or something like that. My brother's going to complain like heck, little igloo creature that he is. :D Don't expect any updates for a week after Sunday, though, 'cause I still don't have the laptop that would let me write and updatewhile on holiday. £810.27 and counting, though...
Firebird Flight: Karen is... misguided. ((sweatdrop)) Evil'll do well enouh though, methinks. 'Tis odd to think of her that way, she was originally a powerful good guy from an original fiction I wrote when I was ten. Heh, I guess the only thing she retained was her appearance from when I picked her out of that behemoth of a story (400+ pages,damn I wrote a lot) and that changed so that she was wearing a skirt. Poor girl, never knew what hit her... (me XD)
Now, I have some english coursework to go gloat about. Bwahahahahaha...
Obsidian
EDIT: ((growls)) Damn you, QuickEdit! Messing up my formatting, turning half the story bold, making my italics continue on after speech marks, randomly repeating bits of sentences, WASTING MY TIME!
((growls some more and kicks QuickEdit))
I hate this damn thing.