To My Beloved Reviewers; Woo! Thirteen reviews! The lucky number!
Pokemaniac Hanni; Wow. WOW. That must be the pooballalyically longest review in the history of the universe. (See, I can make up words too.) I'm sorry that I had to make Mewtwo evil again. He was the most clichéd super- villain I could think of.
The Review Guy; Oh, that will be funny. I read your Jack Hammer fic, Fisher Ralph seems very.clinically deranged. And who said anything about Celandine capturing Mewtwo? Certainly not me. Muahaha.
Topaz2; Yes. It was short. My muse was on vacation in Hawaii.
Oooh, and if anyone can guess what the Pokemon were plotting last chapter, they get an imaginary cookie! Which is a good thing, because then you could eat it with your imaginary mouth or feed it to the imaginary birdies.
Ash skidded into the Fuchsia City Gym, Pikachu a few steps behind him. Celandine sauntered through after them, flipping her hair and trying very hard to look as if she hadn't sprinted all the way there. It wasn't working. Brock followed Celandine; Misty had somehow vanished into thin air.
Pikachu blinked in confusion. He'd always heard that the Fuchsia Gym was a ninja hideout on the outskirts of the city, but this Gym was smack dab in the city centre, painted bright fluorescent pink, and incredibly tacky. How strange.
A large, illuminated, neon pink sign attached to the door proclaimed, "Trainers! Find your way to the centre of the maze to challenge Koga! First trainer to reach him each day wins a prize!!!!"
Celandine pushed past Ash, Brock, and Pikachu, then paused with one hand on the doorhandle. "Are you coming?" she inquired in that annoying silvery voice of hers. The one that made Pikachu want to pull out all her lovely pearly teeth and make her eat them. Now there was a wonderful mental image.
"Unless you're scared?" Celandine teased. In an exceptionally childish manner, Pikachu thought. She opened the door and went through. Brock and Ash scuttled after her.
They now stood in what looked like a narrow, dim corridor leading off to the left and right. Ash shivered. "Do not fear, for I know how to get round a maze." Celandine said grandly. "Just follow the right hand wall."
"Left hand wall, actually." Pikachu said, just quietly enough for Celandine not to hear him. He didn't want her to lead them the right way, after all. It would be so much funnier if she got lost. Celandine cleared her throat importantly, put her left hand up to the wall, and started walking. Ash and Brock followed her as if they were attached to her with string. It was really very odd. Pikachu kept close to Ash's ankle. It wasn't that he was scared of the dark. He just didn't like it much.
Celandine strode on through the darkness in an overly melodramatic way, flipping her hair and glancing around. Probably to find more admirers.
"Hey! Stop right there! It's time for a battle!" A short trainer, slightly on the plump side, came haring out of nowhere. Pikachu blinked. That couldn't have happened. There was no way that trainer could have appeared out of thin air like that. For pity's sake, even the teleportation they learned at Sabrina's gym was slightly noticeable. The humans - let's call Celandine a human for the sake of short sentences - didn't seem to have noticed anything out of the ordinary.
"A battle, you say? Then a battle you shall get!" Celandine declared, flipping her hair and striking a heroic pose. Pikachu yawned loudly and obviously.
"Uh, okay!" the Junior Trainer blurted. "One on one, I choose you, Charmeleon!"
"Pikachu! Show this shrimp who's boss!"
That was one of the worst battle cries I ever heard, Pikachu thought. And personally, I would have used that Vaporeon. I've heard a lot about Mary Sues, but I never realized they had the intelligence of a walnut.
"Celandine, don't! You'll be hurt!" Brock cried.
"Oh, stuff it." Vulpix said irritably from her Pokeball. "The trainer can't be attacked during a battle, it says so in the Pokemon League rulebook. What are they doing now?"
Pikachu watched the scene carefully, though I'm sure he would rather have gouged out his own eyes and fed them to a Houndoom. "Uh. Celandine's sent out her Pikachu against that Charmeleon-"
"What an idiot." Vulpix put in.
"Exactly, but that's not important right now. Er. Charmeleon's used Fire Bird attack-"
"What in Kanto is that? Because I've been a Fire Pokemon all my life and I've never heard of it."
"I think he just made it up. Seems to have thrown 'Sparki' into the wall, though. I never liked her anyway. Oh, Sparki's been returned, and finally out comes the Vaporeon, guess her brain's a little bigger than a walnut after all. "
Not surprisingly, the Vaporeon dispatched the Charmeleon with a well-aimed Hydro Pump.
"No!" cried the un-named Junior Trainer. "How could I lose?"
"I am sorry for your loss." Celandine said regally. "Please, allow me to heal your Pokemon."
The trainer agreed - not that surprising when you consider who's getting the free items - and after the hapless trainer had heaped praise on Celandine and her 'queenly grace', they continued on their way.
About ten steps on, a strange shiver ran down Pikachu's spine. He turned his head to look, and froze. Behind them, the Junior Trainer was shrieking soundlessly, writhing and clawing at the air. As Pikachu watched, horrified, the Trainer stopped jerking and turned his head a full one hundred and eighty degrees to look at him. His eyes glowed an eerie red. Then, without warning - a sign or a banner would have been nice - his entire body exploded into dust. For an instant, a grey shape hung in the air, before it dissipated into wisps of smoke.
Afterwards Vulpix always wondered why Pikachu had suddenly screamed blue murder, clawed his way up Ash's leg and burrowed inside his jacket, shaking like a mobile phone set to vibrate. But Pikachu never told anyone. Of course, it might have something to do with the cloud of mist hovering in the corridor.
Pokemaniac Hanni; Wow. WOW. That must be the pooballalyically longest review in the history of the universe. (See, I can make up words too.) I'm sorry that I had to make Mewtwo evil again. He was the most clichéd super- villain I could think of.
The Review Guy; Oh, that will be funny. I read your Jack Hammer fic, Fisher Ralph seems very.clinically deranged. And who said anything about Celandine capturing Mewtwo? Certainly not me. Muahaha.
Topaz2; Yes. It was short. My muse was on vacation in Hawaii.
Oooh, and if anyone can guess what the Pokemon were plotting last chapter, they get an imaginary cookie! Which is a good thing, because then you could eat it with your imaginary mouth or feed it to the imaginary birdies.
Ash skidded into the Fuchsia City Gym, Pikachu a few steps behind him. Celandine sauntered through after them, flipping her hair and trying very hard to look as if she hadn't sprinted all the way there. It wasn't working. Brock followed Celandine; Misty had somehow vanished into thin air.
Pikachu blinked in confusion. He'd always heard that the Fuchsia Gym was a ninja hideout on the outskirts of the city, but this Gym was smack dab in the city centre, painted bright fluorescent pink, and incredibly tacky. How strange.
A large, illuminated, neon pink sign attached to the door proclaimed, "Trainers! Find your way to the centre of the maze to challenge Koga! First trainer to reach him each day wins a prize!!!!"
Celandine pushed past Ash, Brock, and Pikachu, then paused with one hand on the doorhandle. "Are you coming?" she inquired in that annoying silvery voice of hers. The one that made Pikachu want to pull out all her lovely pearly teeth and make her eat them. Now there was a wonderful mental image.
"Unless you're scared?" Celandine teased. In an exceptionally childish manner, Pikachu thought. She opened the door and went through. Brock and Ash scuttled after her.
They now stood in what looked like a narrow, dim corridor leading off to the left and right. Ash shivered. "Do not fear, for I know how to get round a maze." Celandine said grandly. "Just follow the right hand wall."
"Left hand wall, actually." Pikachu said, just quietly enough for Celandine not to hear him. He didn't want her to lead them the right way, after all. It would be so much funnier if she got lost. Celandine cleared her throat importantly, put her left hand up to the wall, and started walking. Ash and Brock followed her as if they were attached to her with string. It was really very odd. Pikachu kept close to Ash's ankle. It wasn't that he was scared of the dark. He just didn't like it much.
Celandine strode on through the darkness in an overly melodramatic way, flipping her hair and glancing around. Probably to find more admirers.
"Hey! Stop right there! It's time for a battle!" A short trainer, slightly on the plump side, came haring out of nowhere. Pikachu blinked. That couldn't have happened. There was no way that trainer could have appeared out of thin air like that. For pity's sake, even the teleportation they learned at Sabrina's gym was slightly noticeable. The humans - let's call Celandine a human for the sake of short sentences - didn't seem to have noticed anything out of the ordinary.
"A battle, you say? Then a battle you shall get!" Celandine declared, flipping her hair and striking a heroic pose. Pikachu yawned loudly and obviously.
"Uh, okay!" the Junior Trainer blurted. "One on one, I choose you, Charmeleon!"
"Pikachu! Show this shrimp who's boss!"
That was one of the worst battle cries I ever heard, Pikachu thought. And personally, I would have used that Vaporeon. I've heard a lot about Mary Sues, but I never realized they had the intelligence of a walnut.
"Celandine, don't! You'll be hurt!" Brock cried.
"Oh, stuff it." Vulpix said irritably from her Pokeball. "The trainer can't be attacked during a battle, it says so in the Pokemon League rulebook. What are they doing now?"
Pikachu watched the scene carefully, though I'm sure he would rather have gouged out his own eyes and fed them to a Houndoom. "Uh. Celandine's sent out her Pikachu against that Charmeleon-"
"What an idiot." Vulpix put in.
"Exactly, but that's not important right now. Er. Charmeleon's used Fire Bird attack-"
"What in Kanto is that? Because I've been a Fire Pokemon all my life and I've never heard of it."
"I think he just made it up. Seems to have thrown 'Sparki' into the wall, though. I never liked her anyway. Oh, Sparki's been returned, and finally out comes the Vaporeon, guess her brain's a little bigger than a walnut after all. "
Not surprisingly, the Vaporeon dispatched the Charmeleon with a well-aimed Hydro Pump.
"No!" cried the un-named Junior Trainer. "How could I lose?"
"I am sorry for your loss." Celandine said regally. "Please, allow me to heal your Pokemon."
The trainer agreed - not that surprising when you consider who's getting the free items - and after the hapless trainer had heaped praise on Celandine and her 'queenly grace', they continued on their way.
About ten steps on, a strange shiver ran down Pikachu's spine. He turned his head to look, and froze. Behind them, the Junior Trainer was shrieking soundlessly, writhing and clawing at the air. As Pikachu watched, horrified, the Trainer stopped jerking and turned his head a full one hundred and eighty degrees to look at him. His eyes glowed an eerie red. Then, without warning - a sign or a banner would have been nice - his entire body exploded into dust. For an instant, a grey shape hung in the air, before it dissipated into wisps of smoke.
Afterwards Vulpix always wondered why Pikachu had suddenly screamed blue murder, clawed his way up Ash's leg and burrowed inside his jacket, shaking like a mobile phone set to vibrate. But Pikachu never told anyone. Of course, it might have something to do with the cloud of mist hovering in the corridor.