Better and Tougher, the Real Adventures
Odyssey of an Enemy
Chapter 4: Legend of Whoopie, a Mark to the Past!
"Ugh," went a weary soul, awakening in a place it knew not. "Where am I?" it asked, in a female voice. As it glanced about, it noticed it was in a bedroom, and a large young man was standing by her.
"You had quite a mess with that there psycho." he said, "You ok?" he asked concerned, looking back at the human girl, realizing that she was quite attractive, just like before, but this time she wasn't tied up or hurt.
"I'm fine." she said with her strength restored more from before, as she sat up, she pulled the large young man into a hug. "Thank you, uh..." she trailed, not knowing the name.
'SCORE!' the male said within his mind, as he hugged back willingly. This didn't mean his face was not flustered, in fact, bullies are really just most insecure. "Uh, the name's Mark Vasigil." he replied, 'What the fudge am I doing? I usually don't tell people my last name.'
The girl broke the hug, smiling as she failed to hide her flustered feeling. "I'm Keysha." she smiles.
Mark smirked at this. "What? No last name?" he asked with a tilt of his head.
She merely laughed nervously.
"That's ok, I saw it on your pokemon belt." he smiled, "Keysha Rocket, eh?" he smiled, "Well, the funny thing is that a guy from Team Rocket is after a girl with the last name of rocket." he even laughed at this, "What a coincidence."
'Yea Sure.' she sighed thinking sarcastically to herself, before realizing. "What were you doing with my stuff?" she wondered a bit suspiciously.
"Letting your pokemon have some time to exercise for the 2 days you've been out cold." he smiled, "So tell me, why are you on the run? What's that bastard want to go through all that trouble to make me want to kick his ass!" Mark wondered.
"Well." she sighed as she spoke quietly, "It's actually no coincidence about my name." she explained, "I'm sure you've heard of Team Rocket, right?"
"Er, actually, I haven't even a clue." the big man explained.
"Well, it's a Mafioso Crime Syndicate, run by..." she sounded a bit upset, "My father." she almost broke out into tears, "They are awful, they hurt those that get in their way, and cage up rare pokemon to be used as tools of wars in a grande feud of mafia organizations, and towards gaining world domination."
"That's awful." Mark said, offering the pretty girl a tissue from the nearby box of. "You don't like it at all do you. I understand what its like to hate your father."
"I don't hate him..." Keysha explained in a soft tone, as she went back on subject. "The thing is that he wasn't always like this. He was a good person, but he began to become more obsessed with power, and using his money, he began the organization now known as Team Rocket." she sniffed as she could hold back tears no more, crying into Mark's stomach.
"So you've run away, and he sees you like some sort of family asset now, eh?" Mark wondered.
The un-rocket girl glanced up, "No, I'm going to try and stop him." she explained, "I've been trying to train up strong pokemon to try and defeat him for his own good... I'm a failure!" she still cried. "I've been trying to find information about legendary pokemon so I could try and find them and reason with them before my father finds and imprisons them... But I don't know where to look."
"I know where you could look." came an intruding voice from a pink- haired nurse. "There's an old man at a small shack about a few blocks away that knows about several legendary pokemon."
"Really?" asked Keysha, still a bit sad, but perked up from this.
"Aha!" nodded the nurse, "His name is Phulburis, and he's well versed in the ways of the ancient pokemon of legend." she smiled. "I hope you can save your father." she smiled as she walked on.
"I better get going." Keysha said.
'I really shouldn't... but it might just help me get some whoopie!' contemplated Mark, "You really shouldn't do this all alone... do you think I could help?" Mark said.
"Do you have strong pokemon?" she wondered with a gleam of hope.
Mark merely made a hmpf, "Let me tell you something." he explained. "Some people don't have the balls to fight unless they have THESE balls to fight.' He pointed to a few pokeballs. "However, I don't need those to show I've the balls to take anyone on, and the odds are often against me. Trust me, I promise to help you as best I can."
"You're sweet!" she smiled, giving him a friendly kiss on the cheek.
Mark merely flustered deeper red than you could even imagine. "I better let you recover while I make sure I'm all set." he said unstably flustered. He smiled as he walked out the door, "Score!" he yelled.
"You know, you left the door open." sighed Keysha.
'Aw crap!' Mark blushed in humiliation.
***
"Mark!" Ophelia shouted. "You still haven't bought me those flowers!" Ophelia remembered the flowers she asked him about.
"We have bigger things to worry about. Come on, we've got a bit of history to learn."
***
"Well..." said Keysha, "I had no idea we would have someone so young with us." she glanced in a curious eye.
As they turned the corner at the block, they glanced in curiosity, "This is the dude who can teach us of mystic beasts?" Mark wondered.
It was a small stand, like a gift stand, but it was filled with oddities, the biggest oddity, was the man there, an somewhat old soul with a beard of grayed nature, and a cane in his hand, and no hair. He glanced as the 3 youthful people approached. "Ah, have you come to buy a trinket?" he asked.
"Actually, we're here to learn about legendary beasts." Mark corrected.
"Ah, I know about the great birds of legend." said the man, "I am Phulburis, and I can tell you a tale about mystical birds with many powers!" he smiled, obviously enjoying his job.
"Really?" Mark asked, "What are they?"
"A most inquisitive question, young man." smiled the man. "There are quite a few of these birds, who form the mighty Council of Feathers." he explained, "There's the fiery bird of blazing wings, Moltres! There's the mighty bird soars through the ocean, with wings of tidal force, Oceandiez. And this," he paused as he held out pictures "Is the great beast who's fertile wings leave lush forests in its wake, Verdancinco!" he showed them pictures as he spoke. First, Moltres, a bird who's body was on fire like a mighty fire phoenix, and its wings were tipped ablaze with fire. As for Oceandiez, it was blue, tidal blue, with the foaming tips of a tidal wave upon the tips of its wings, and an oceanic flow within its blue feathers. Verdancinco was green, green as the grass and springtime leaves. Its face was surrounded by a mane of shrubbery, and its feathers made from the greatness of leafy trees themselves.
"Hey, pay attention." Keysha tapped the bored young girl, Ophelia who had dozed off in boredom.
"This," continued the man, "is Terracuatro, not so airborne, it winds up soaring through the mighty earth itself at amazing speeds." the picture was shown, and a bird with a tan color appeared, its wings looked clawed about, obviously for digging purposes. It emanated the very essence of sand all about its body, and its beak was build like a drill, probably what helps it be such a good digger. "And this is Aeroseis, the best aerially than any other of the birds of legend." the picture showed a white bird, obviously built for flight, its wings were perfectly aerodynamic, and its feathery hide was white with jet clouded fluff of feathers all about, and a curve in its long wings to help with wind resistance. "And here we see the bird of ice, Arcticuno, who's blizzards were said to create the arctic north." he held a picture of an ice blue bird, glistening like ice reflecting the sun's rays, its tail-feathers sparkling with powdery snow.
"Cool." said Mark as he looked over the pictures.
"Ah, here we have the mighty bird of Toxins, Wrotcho! It is said this beast absorbs filth and empowers itself with its disgustingness." the wretched bird of the number ocho was really putrid looking. With garbage clinging to its wings and clouds of stink flowing as it flapped its purple body covered in nasty, sticky slime, well, you don't wanna know, trust me. You'll lose that yummy dinner you ate. "Here is the beast of the dead, Deceaseite." it was not as gross as Wrotcho, in fact, it was a hollow bird who seemed to float naturally, with a shadowy mist of after death about him, a most shadowy beast indeed. "And here is the beast of Mentality, Renueve," its picture was not as stand out to its function, though its head seemed larger than that of other legendaries, but its beak was small, and its wings had odd markings, like the grooves of a brain. A calm nature seemed to pervade this bird, and bright white seemed to be the color of choice.
"Wow, that's a lot of birds." stated Mark, "How many more introductions?"
The aged man chuckled, "Just 2, boy!" he smiled, "This is Zapdos, with wings like razor sharp lightning." the picture was dominated by yellow. The color of pointy wings, like lightning bolts. Its beak was long and sharp. "And finally, we have the shadowy hunter, Shadonce!" the picture was that of glossy black, that light seemed to get trapped in. Its feathers were razor sharp, and its eyes were angry, showing that this pokemon was obviously not one to be taken lightly (no pun... well actually it could be intended.) "Those are the 11 birds of the winged council of legends!"
***
"Boss!" said a man into a phone in a telephone booth. "I have news." as he spoke to the picture on the screen.
"Ah, Jericho, did your thieving for many a varied TM go well?" asked an important sounding man. "Yes sir Giovanni, but... I ran into your daughter as well." he said. "But she got away."
"Hmm." said the man, Giovanni, obviously, "Well, don't worry yourself. As long as you have stolen each and every TM, you did your task, but keep an eye on the girl. The last thing I need is more enemies. Capiche?" he said, Italian Mafioso flaring in his words.
"Yes sir." he said as the screen blipped off. "At least I managed to nab everything from that loser salesman..." he sighed.
A/N: Ah yes, well, you've seen a few surprises in action, namely, possible new pokemon! But that's still to be decided if you, the readers and hopefully the reviewers as well, want such things. As for your characters, no more submitted characters will be used until we return to Carl's Quest, but when we do, you should be certain to see some pokemon.
Names: Each will be followed by the creature's typing. Wrotcho: Wretch Ocho. Poison/Flying Verdancinco: Verdant Cinco Grass/Flying Oceandiez: I think you can figure this one easily. Water/Flying Deceaseite: Decease Seite. Ghost/Flying Terracuatro: Terra and the Spanish number for 4. Ground (Remember, it doesn't fly in the sky.) Shadonce: Shadow and Once (Spanish number 11, pronounce it in Spanish, Once is 2 syllables.) Dark/Flying Aeroseis: Aero and Spanish number 6. Flying(Single type flying... at long last. Lets cheer!)
Until Next time. Keep writing, Keep Fighting... and click the button that sends a review.
Odyssey of an Enemy
Chapter 4: Legend of Whoopie, a Mark to the Past!
"Ugh," went a weary soul, awakening in a place it knew not. "Where am I?" it asked, in a female voice. As it glanced about, it noticed it was in a bedroom, and a large young man was standing by her.
"You had quite a mess with that there psycho." he said, "You ok?" he asked concerned, looking back at the human girl, realizing that she was quite attractive, just like before, but this time she wasn't tied up or hurt.
"I'm fine." she said with her strength restored more from before, as she sat up, she pulled the large young man into a hug. "Thank you, uh..." she trailed, not knowing the name.
'SCORE!' the male said within his mind, as he hugged back willingly. This didn't mean his face was not flustered, in fact, bullies are really just most insecure. "Uh, the name's Mark Vasigil." he replied, 'What the fudge am I doing? I usually don't tell people my last name.'
The girl broke the hug, smiling as she failed to hide her flustered feeling. "I'm Keysha." she smiles.
Mark smirked at this. "What? No last name?" he asked with a tilt of his head.
She merely laughed nervously.
"That's ok, I saw it on your pokemon belt." he smiled, "Keysha Rocket, eh?" he smiled, "Well, the funny thing is that a guy from Team Rocket is after a girl with the last name of rocket." he even laughed at this, "What a coincidence."
'Yea Sure.' she sighed thinking sarcastically to herself, before realizing. "What were you doing with my stuff?" she wondered a bit suspiciously.
"Letting your pokemon have some time to exercise for the 2 days you've been out cold." he smiled, "So tell me, why are you on the run? What's that bastard want to go through all that trouble to make me want to kick his ass!" Mark wondered.
"Well." she sighed as she spoke quietly, "It's actually no coincidence about my name." she explained, "I'm sure you've heard of Team Rocket, right?"
"Er, actually, I haven't even a clue." the big man explained.
"Well, it's a Mafioso Crime Syndicate, run by..." she sounded a bit upset, "My father." she almost broke out into tears, "They are awful, they hurt those that get in their way, and cage up rare pokemon to be used as tools of wars in a grande feud of mafia organizations, and towards gaining world domination."
"That's awful." Mark said, offering the pretty girl a tissue from the nearby box of. "You don't like it at all do you. I understand what its like to hate your father."
"I don't hate him..." Keysha explained in a soft tone, as she went back on subject. "The thing is that he wasn't always like this. He was a good person, but he began to become more obsessed with power, and using his money, he began the organization now known as Team Rocket." she sniffed as she could hold back tears no more, crying into Mark's stomach.
"So you've run away, and he sees you like some sort of family asset now, eh?" Mark wondered.
The un-rocket girl glanced up, "No, I'm going to try and stop him." she explained, "I've been trying to train up strong pokemon to try and defeat him for his own good... I'm a failure!" she still cried. "I've been trying to find information about legendary pokemon so I could try and find them and reason with them before my father finds and imprisons them... But I don't know where to look."
"I know where you could look." came an intruding voice from a pink- haired nurse. "There's an old man at a small shack about a few blocks away that knows about several legendary pokemon."
"Really?" asked Keysha, still a bit sad, but perked up from this.
"Aha!" nodded the nurse, "His name is Phulburis, and he's well versed in the ways of the ancient pokemon of legend." she smiled. "I hope you can save your father." she smiled as she walked on.
"I better get going." Keysha said.
'I really shouldn't... but it might just help me get some whoopie!' contemplated Mark, "You really shouldn't do this all alone... do you think I could help?" Mark said.
"Do you have strong pokemon?" she wondered with a gleam of hope.
Mark merely made a hmpf, "Let me tell you something." he explained. "Some people don't have the balls to fight unless they have THESE balls to fight.' He pointed to a few pokeballs. "However, I don't need those to show I've the balls to take anyone on, and the odds are often against me. Trust me, I promise to help you as best I can."
"You're sweet!" she smiled, giving him a friendly kiss on the cheek.
Mark merely flustered deeper red than you could even imagine. "I better let you recover while I make sure I'm all set." he said unstably flustered. He smiled as he walked out the door, "Score!" he yelled.
"You know, you left the door open." sighed Keysha.
'Aw crap!' Mark blushed in humiliation.
***
"Mark!" Ophelia shouted. "You still haven't bought me those flowers!" Ophelia remembered the flowers she asked him about.
"We have bigger things to worry about. Come on, we've got a bit of history to learn."
***
"Well..." said Keysha, "I had no idea we would have someone so young with us." she glanced in a curious eye.
As they turned the corner at the block, they glanced in curiosity, "This is the dude who can teach us of mystic beasts?" Mark wondered.
It was a small stand, like a gift stand, but it was filled with oddities, the biggest oddity, was the man there, an somewhat old soul with a beard of grayed nature, and a cane in his hand, and no hair. He glanced as the 3 youthful people approached. "Ah, have you come to buy a trinket?" he asked.
"Actually, we're here to learn about legendary beasts." Mark corrected.
"Ah, I know about the great birds of legend." said the man, "I am Phulburis, and I can tell you a tale about mystical birds with many powers!" he smiled, obviously enjoying his job.
"Really?" Mark asked, "What are they?"
"A most inquisitive question, young man." smiled the man. "There are quite a few of these birds, who form the mighty Council of Feathers." he explained, "There's the fiery bird of blazing wings, Moltres! There's the mighty bird soars through the ocean, with wings of tidal force, Oceandiez. And this," he paused as he held out pictures "Is the great beast who's fertile wings leave lush forests in its wake, Verdancinco!" he showed them pictures as he spoke. First, Moltres, a bird who's body was on fire like a mighty fire phoenix, and its wings were tipped ablaze with fire. As for Oceandiez, it was blue, tidal blue, with the foaming tips of a tidal wave upon the tips of its wings, and an oceanic flow within its blue feathers. Verdancinco was green, green as the grass and springtime leaves. Its face was surrounded by a mane of shrubbery, and its feathers made from the greatness of leafy trees themselves.
"Hey, pay attention." Keysha tapped the bored young girl, Ophelia who had dozed off in boredom.
"This," continued the man, "is Terracuatro, not so airborne, it winds up soaring through the mighty earth itself at amazing speeds." the picture was shown, and a bird with a tan color appeared, its wings looked clawed about, obviously for digging purposes. It emanated the very essence of sand all about its body, and its beak was build like a drill, probably what helps it be such a good digger. "And this is Aeroseis, the best aerially than any other of the birds of legend." the picture showed a white bird, obviously built for flight, its wings were perfectly aerodynamic, and its feathery hide was white with jet clouded fluff of feathers all about, and a curve in its long wings to help with wind resistance. "And here we see the bird of ice, Arcticuno, who's blizzards were said to create the arctic north." he held a picture of an ice blue bird, glistening like ice reflecting the sun's rays, its tail-feathers sparkling with powdery snow.
"Cool." said Mark as he looked over the pictures.
"Ah, here we have the mighty bird of Toxins, Wrotcho! It is said this beast absorbs filth and empowers itself with its disgustingness." the wretched bird of the number ocho was really putrid looking. With garbage clinging to its wings and clouds of stink flowing as it flapped its purple body covered in nasty, sticky slime, well, you don't wanna know, trust me. You'll lose that yummy dinner you ate. "Here is the beast of the dead, Deceaseite." it was not as gross as Wrotcho, in fact, it was a hollow bird who seemed to float naturally, with a shadowy mist of after death about him, a most shadowy beast indeed. "And here is the beast of Mentality, Renueve," its picture was not as stand out to its function, though its head seemed larger than that of other legendaries, but its beak was small, and its wings had odd markings, like the grooves of a brain. A calm nature seemed to pervade this bird, and bright white seemed to be the color of choice.
"Wow, that's a lot of birds." stated Mark, "How many more introductions?"
The aged man chuckled, "Just 2, boy!" he smiled, "This is Zapdos, with wings like razor sharp lightning." the picture was dominated by yellow. The color of pointy wings, like lightning bolts. Its beak was long and sharp. "And finally, we have the shadowy hunter, Shadonce!" the picture was that of glossy black, that light seemed to get trapped in. Its feathers were razor sharp, and its eyes were angry, showing that this pokemon was obviously not one to be taken lightly (no pun... well actually it could be intended.) "Those are the 11 birds of the winged council of legends!"
***
"Boss!" said a man into a phone in a telephone booth. "I have news." as he spoke to the picture on the screen.
"Ah, Jericho, did your thieving for many a varied TM go well?" asked an important sounding man. "Yes sir Giovanni, but... I ran into your daughter as well." he said. "But she got away."
"Hmm." said the man, Giovanni, obviously, "Well, don't worry yourself. As long as you have stolen each and every TM, you did your task, but keep an eye on the girl. The last thing I need is more enemies. Capiche?" he said, Italian Mafioso flaring in his words.
"Yes sir." he said as the screen blipped off. "At least I managed to nab everything from that loser salesman..." he sighed.
A/N: Ah yes, well, you've seen a few surprises in action, namely, possible new pokemon! But that's still to be decided if you, the readers and hopefully the reviewers as well, want such things. As for your characters, no more submitted characters will be used until we return to Carl's Quest, but when we do, you should be certain to see some pokemon.
Names: Each will be followed by the creature's typing. Wrotcho: Wretch Ocho. Poison/Flying Verdancinco: Verdant Cinco Grass/Flying Oceandiez: I think you can figure this one easily. Water/Flying Deceaseite: Decease Seite. Ghost/Flying Terracuatro: Terra and the Spanish number for 4. Ground (Remember, it doesn't fly in the sky.) Shadonce: Shadow and Once (Spanish number 11, pronounce it in Spanish, Once is 2 syllables.) Dark/Flying Aeroseis: Aero and Spanish number 6. Flying(Single type flying... at long last. Lets cheer!)
Until Next time. Keep writing, Keep Fighting... and click the button that sends a review.