Better and Tougher, Spacro of Ambition
Disclaimer: I don't own Jack! Then again, there is no Jack. But I own Carl and all the original Characters (which are numerous), and the characters that were submitted by others. I also don't own you, the reader, but I suggest you review. A review is like letting me know I've done well. Considering the lack thereof, I must suck big time upon spherical objects. sniff Uh, don't do drugs, even if some characters do, cuz drugs are bad, k?
Chapter 43: Crimes Will be Crimes
As we resume, we find that Carl Spacro has been accused of committing a crime. Technically, he's no hero, cuz ye know, the average Joe Shmoe really doesn't give 2 feces about anything really. Regardless, the fact that Team Racketeer's have been committing crime seems to be ruining things for our everyday run of the mill trainer who we call our main man.
Furthermore, Yetis had been putting it into high gear monkey business against an odd trainer named Morris. There, he had lucked out with enraged power proving useful. Though the fight is won, the injuries went bone deep. We join these 2 trainers now...
The Murkrow called Kero had it bad. Its neck didn't look right, twisted greatly. "Oh no..." a concerned Morris worried as he lifted the bird into his hands. It was still breathing, though it seemed as though it might not be for too long if something wasn't done in rectification. Fate however seemed to want to send its most unfairly favoring hand to deal with whatever could be foreseen, as the Murkrow's entire being began to blink to a total black, then to normal, and black again. "What the hell?" Morris wondered as he looked at this odd phenomenon before his eyes.
Yetis was, of course, able to see it as well, "It's... fading?" he wondered. But then it turned fully a blackish light, revealing the great deal of dander in Yetis' hair, and more importantly, "I think it's... evolving." Yetis paused. He had heard of this, a rarity for its species, but they may have been true. "I think it is!"
Morris rolled his eyes. "Impossible... pokemon don't evolve while they're not awake, I think." he paused, never did they seem to evolve without consciously being aware, "Uh... but, um, Murkrows don't evolve you moron."
But as much illogical it seemed, Murkrow's shape began to change. Its beak took on a more longer, thinner, and smoother form, still a deep yellow, its still glossy feathered body was itself, but leaner, longer, and its neck was more firm, with plump feathers not thinning out where shoulders meet the head. Its claws too, looked more... ravenous, sharper, and with an extra grasping talon upon each foot. Its eyes, unlike before, were also a shade of black, as though pupil had surpassed all else within the socket, save for a thin brown surrounding. To the matter at hand, the raven's health seemed to improve. It's neck looked unsnapped, it's heavy breathing eased, and it had regained consciousness.
"Lurkraven!" both Yetis and the newly evolved Kero both belted out at the same time. "That's a Lurkraven!" Yetis snapped his fingers. He looked at Morris and began to explain. "I heard that when a Murkrow receives a highly fatal injury, it has an evolutionary immune system response. It glows black, and becomes... well, see for yourself." and you too can see for yourself (you know the drill, end of the story, want the game lore and that jazz).
'Luuurrk!' it cheered, as healthy and lively as a kid born with sugar for blood cells. It smiled at its trainer, who returned the facial tug upon his lips. "Kero... I'm so glad you're ok." he gave the bird a tight Ursaring hug. "So... Yetis, I believe we were going a 3 for 3 battle, yes?"
The red haired Johtoan nodded, "We were." he glanced to Primape, who had just about recovered from his odd daze, still raring to go. "Don't be intimidated..." he told the mad monkey, who nodded without seeming to give a crap. Inspirational or otherwise, the buff baboon wanted a brawl, and brawl it would get, lest it needed to throw the first punch.
"Well if your performance monkey is done showing off, can we please get on with it?" asked a rather impatient Morris, a rather dark aura seemed to emanate from his every breath, though angry he indeed wasn't. "Lets get to it!" and he gave the first command, all in time to make a scene change too.
"Ay!" shouted a most cowardly voice, as though life itself had betrayed him, "Lemme go, lemme go!" It was Carl, and he'd be scared excretionless, 'Good thing I went the bathroom before I tried some whoopee!' He was being dragged by the collar of his shirt like a kid dragging a red wagon.
"Be quiet, rapist!" hissed the police lady.
Carl was desperate, he didn't want to go to jail. 'There's no womens in the slammer. Slammer is sure going to be what's gonna happen to me there however. I CANT LET THIS HAPPEN!' The panic just kept mounting within the horn dogged main man. "Oh gods, please let me go! I, uh, I helped you before!" he tried, remembering an incident with shellfish situations. It was truly very un-shellfish of Carl. Get it, 'shell'fish, instead of self. AHAHAHA... ahem. Anyways.
The woman of law blinked, giving Carl a look that says 'You're crazy.' "Maybe you helped one of my sisters. I have quite the extended family." she explained. "Regardless, you can't just get away with crime, rapist! You men must think women exist to be stepped on and used at your whims. Don't you? Hmm?"
Her look was most uncomforting, sending our main trainer upon a dangerous crossroad. 'Ah crap. This is bad. I can't let her know that she's correct and that women ARE to be used by men when they damn well feel they need 'em. If I do, she might add a few more years to my soon to be sentencing.' His mind was tearing itself up trying to think of the best way to lie. He didn't want to give any false truths though. 'To let her know a lie that says she's equal... that's just giving too much of a lie. I won't stoop that low. Oh man. Argh! My brain's tearing itself up! Oh the pain!' he took a deep breath, and gave an answer "Uh, n.. ye..." he struggled, figuring out what'll be better. "Yes.. Erm, no, uh, I mean, Yes?" he ended, his face growing pale, perhaps at a realization.
More than likely, his fear came about due to the fact that this was an officer of the law. She had a gun, and guns can hurt people, and to the point, Carl was a people, and a gun would be bad. If even an IQ of 30 can comprehend that, then even a horny monstrosity of hormones like Carl could be able to tell. "You know, I really would, oh uh…" he paused, fearful as he tried to beg cowardly for his pitiful life, "Please not shoot or imprison me!" he begged. He'd be down on his knees, if he weren't being dragged by the collar of his shirt.
The annoyed blue haired authority figure rolled her eyes… "I don't have a gun!" she shouted, "I mean… oops…" she trailed off.
"Great! Ya know, I never did like this shirt… You can keep it." He said, likely sounding like a moron. A second or two later though, a half-naked Carl could be seen darting across the walkway. "You'd have only been making a mistake, woman!" he smiled. 'It's a bit cold, but the ladies are gonna love these abs!' he took a look at his upper body. 'Dude, I've been lettin myself go, dang…' he paused, 'Oh yea, stop Team Sprocket!' he bolted, an angry Jenny hot on his trail.
The snooze… oh so many fashion freaks, and look what their obsessive name brand worship got them… probably what they deserved and then some. Yes, in the world of company competitive business, you get… oh why am I bothering. You hear enough economic babble in Behind the Spacro (read it, folks). Sleep, most potent from the almighty spore, who is your god, and you his bitch… what?! No, not Sleep clause! Hey wait a second, I just wasted a whole freaking paragraph rambling!
And center stage, with goods to show, and goodies to take were the 3 rockets, William Jay and Bonnie. "Whew! How many watches do people need?" asked Will, as he swiped from the wrist of another man a golden watch, a Rolex! "We can hock these for good cash… but can I keep one?" he pleaded. "We need something to use to tell time." he pleaded.
The youthful commander of operations rolled his eyes, "You can take a piece of crap watch. You screw up! You're right about keeping track of time, but use common sense. Grab some useless watch." 'How can I be half their age yet thrice the sage?' he had often wondered. 'That does it! I'm running for president when I can. Maybe I can take over Team Rocket one day. Obviously the boss' daughter really doesn't want the job. That stupid whore thinks she can run away! There's nothing like seeing a troubled household. It's all in the family and comes to you live…' his thoughts were interrupted from a nudge to his leg. "Eh?" he glanced to the side, and there beside the youthful and sagely rocket was Grottocera, it had two balls in its mouth… uh, poke balls… PERVERTS! 'Grooott, grottocera!' it said happily, its pudgy tail wagging like a newborne Growlithe. "Well… I wonder what's inside these…" he smirked, patting the frilled beast upon its frill armored head, opening both containers. From one emerging in a flash of red was a small, well, probably tiny was the word, pink bodied girl. It stood no higher than a USA size 10 shoe, and had blonde hair done up with a twisty braid upon its head. The other ball set forth… small objects. They were odd, and looked to be made of some charred scent of material at one end. The scent from the ball would drive one crazy, if you weren't a fan of…
"Ooh, free weed!" cheered Wilbur, receiving odd stares. "Uh, we could sell them?" he tried to cover up.
"You're bad at lying, Wilbur!" scoffed Bonnie, "You're a big time pothead."
"Eh, whatever floats your boat… though it sure as hell won't make it float like mine." Wilbur chuckled, taking the chance to satisfy his unhealthy cravings. It had been a while, and now it'd be fulfilled after so long, or would it?
"Rockets!" came the angry voice of a shirtless young man. "You're gonna suffer for this one!" he yelled in rage as he made his wage for the stage. He had a slight shiver running along his spine, the chill of the ocean swept his upper body all up in it, but would not stop Carl from attaining his goal, revenge.
"Ay!" blurted a now disgusted Jay, "Keep your shirt on, jerk!" he spat in distaste. "Wait a second, I guess you can't." he laughed, he found his joke funny, turning towards the pokemon by his side with confidence, "Grottocera, get this fool! Take Down!" he commanded, causing the creature to pick up speed while going full body charge towards the shirtless one.
"Bring it on, ugly!" Carl announced, pounding his hands against his not so muscular chest in as much a way to make any primate pale with fear. He stood henceforth, anticipating the oncoming charge, his hands out to grapple the beast , only to get himself pummeled verily. He was knocked back, crashing into the ground, pains and scrapings mounting upon him. "You… you won't win." he struggled slightly.
"Well, we've got all day…" shrugged the young rocket. Only to be interrupted.
"Uh, actually, we don't." replied Will, "The Spore is about to run out… now!" he said, while 2.4 seconds before cue, the crowd did indeed seem to begin to awaken. Gasps from the audience could be heard as the sight of the fashion salesmen seemingly overpowering a young man was quite suspicious, that and missing wallets, watches, jewelry, poke balls and so forth.
Kim awoke quite peacefully, emitting a slight yawn and stretching slightly. "Eh?" she wondered. Looking to the stage. "Oh great! Carl's here, my day is going to be ruined… wait a minute! Why was I sleeping?" she glanced about seeing others awaken. "Why were they sleeping?" she once again looked at those who were the most awake of all yet again. "And where the hell is Carl's shirt." She rolled her eyes. 'I bet that horny moron is up to mischief yet again.'
Not everyone awake pleasantly though. Elise for instance awoke with in a most grumpy mood. "Hey! That's my weed!" and of course, everyone stared, even Carl, who's consciousness seemed to recover beyond a state of seeing swirling thingies. Of course, with a slight flush of embarrassment, she tried again, "Uh, I mean… That's my Smoochum!" she yelled with as much enthusiasm, attempting to divulge attention away from any possible drug talk.
"You want it back…" smirked the young mastermind, grabbing the drugs and the small humanoid pink thing, "Take your pick." He smirked, looking at Kim, "You stupid Verde! Yer all are the same when it comes to fear." he laughed. A Verde: where Blonde is to yellow, verde is to green. A term for hair, doofus!
This of course was a torturous decision. 'The pain, I can't bear the lack much longer! But that's my Smoochum.' she reeled in her thoughts, 'Ooh, that guy is offering free drugs! Yay!' her mind began to swirl like a toilet sending its contents to the next dimension, clearing her head of any reasonable thought. Without the ability to truly think in reason, there was not going to be any way to fix her mind. She bolted as quickly as she could to the stage and grabbed for the addictive items in the young man's hand. "Ahhh." she sighed in relief.
Carl meanwhile, slapped his head, "You drugged up idiot!" he shouted, even in spite of the fact that she was a girl, with assets to provide a few moments of pleasure until he grew tired of her's.
"Freeze kid!" came a voice of justice. It was horrifying to say the least… worse though, was that it was yet again, directed at Carl Spacro.
"Primape, grab it as it comes around again and Body Slam it!" commanded Yetis Masorga, still locked in a tight battle against Morris and his newly evolved bird. It was proving a tough battle, and Yetis didn't think that his Primape would have a chance. It was hard enough to match the bird's aerial advantage, let alone speed and lithe movement and great agility, but it seemed to pack a punch too.
"Swoop in again and use another Sky Attack!" went Vonn, Morris Vonn, as his newly evolved Lurkraven was ripping it up good on the field of battle. Its smoother wings, jet black, and smooth, were fine tuned for flight and maneuverability would be as easy as spoon fed victory, unless of course your target doesn't have a mouth. In that case I suggest needle… oh wait, that's not the right line! Whoops, how oh so clumsy of me to take up valuable words by basically rambling and blah blah…. Who put that blah blah in? Oh yea, I did! Hah!
Now, after so rudely interrupting and word wasting with a certain myselfish author, who's story you're reading and hopefully reviewing, we come to… a chapter ending? No! Not yet! I was describing Lurkraven! I never got to the downward hook in its elongated beak making a nice way to pierce shells open at seafood restaurants for 5 cents an hour, their extra talon finger growth being a mere vestigial body part that in times past… STILL didn't do crap of real importance, other than cool stuff to stimulate thy mind's eye! Well, enough of this, on with the show!
"Time it right then grab it's leg." Yetis said, keeping sharp and calculative as the monkey awaited the chance to strike as the bird was making a blazingly fast swoop.
"Get ready to strike Kero…" the Vonn man explained, as it swooped to just the right height. "Mm…"
He and Yetis both then unleashed words at the same time, "NOW!" And then an loud boom was heard, as the ship rattled ever slightly.
"Someone must be throwin one hell of a party…" Yetis stated. "That or I smell trouble." he took a sniff to the air most literally. "And it smells putrid!" he grasped for his nose.
"Yea whatever. If this' your 'I can't win!' excuse, then go run like a coward." went Morris with a humph, but he too caught the putrid scent. "On second thought, something does reek!"
"I think this battle should be put on hold, dude. What say you we try and solve this situation. It could be a party!"
"Humph, I could do without parties… but if you seriously need MY help, then let's just go."
Back on the scene, of the crime, smoke was permeated about the air. Its foul odor was most odd. "Argh! The smoke smells putrid!" went Kim in anguish as many people went low to the floor to avoid inhaling as much weed as possible. "Elise! What're you doing?" 'I had no idea she was so into self poisoning. How does this happen anyway?'
"My gods!" shouted Carl, "Elise, duck down before I… uh…" the main man began to think of something to do. "Or I'll force you down… well, maybe just your pants." he chuckled, suddenly remembering the police officer nearby. "Oh crap!" he blurted in realization.
But Miss Jenny sighed. "Look kid, I'll leave ya be, but only if you promise to stop trying to take advantage of girls whenever you can." she sighed "Like when they sleep."
"I'm just…" Carl began to try a slick reply, but the Verde in question had encroached upon him. "Uh, hello Kim." she didn't look too happy. "Um officer, I think you best protect my physical rights to remain away from being torn limb from limb." he was scared. Nowhere to run, no WAY to run, no one to save him.
"Well, she WAS the girl you tried."
"Thanks for the heads up." Carl replied blankly.
"Indeed." came Kim's angry voice. "I think Carl's in better hands under my control than any prison anyway. Don't worry." she smirked. He was in for it. He was definitely in for it. But the saddest thing was that he didn't have his shirt on, but she did.
A/N: Well folks. Here's something to keep you busy. If I'm good enough, I've broken past 100,000 words, making my story easy to access. That means review. Here's where I fear I'm going wrong. Am I pushing too hard for reviews. I really, honestly don't wanna beg, but just gimme yer god awful honest opinion of my work. Knowing I suck fleshy spheres is better than knowing nothing, wouldn't you say?
Anyway, yes we see new pokemon Lurkraven, evolved from Murkrow. Don't despair, defensive evolution will be seen again.
How many pokemon new will there be? Many!
What kinds? All kinds!
Care to be specific? Well, not too specific, but here it goes… what if you were to catch a cool fish. Ooh, fish, use thunder… what?! Whaddya mean normal damage, its neither plant nor thunder nor dragon. It's a fish! Well yes, but its not a WATER type. We'll see actual fish pokemon that can use water moves but aren't water type. You'll see soon enough. How about type combinations of fire/water, fire/grass, ghost/fire, psychic/electric, dragon/rock, ghost/normal? What about a single type flyer? A poisonous dragon? How about an ice dragon? How about some cold steel? No? There's no pleasing you folks.
How bout some new moves, eh? Here's a sampler for you. Its equipped with game lore style statistics with a kick of reason.
Boulder Dash
Type: Rock
Power: 40
PP:25
Accuracy: 100
Effect: Think Quick Attack, think rock type, think defense Curl. Yes, this is how the Geodude beat the Dodrio in a race of wit and speed. Add defense curl for doubled damage like a rollout. Feel the power.
Inner Fire
Type: Fire
PP: 10
Effect: When used, both offensive stats go up by 2. Basically, it's like sword dance, but boosts special attack too. There's a downside though in that both defensive stats go down by 1, so be careful.
There's more to come, so keep reading, keep reviewing, and remember that drug's bad, k?
Disclaimer: I don't own Jack! Then again, there is no Jack. But I own Carl and all the original Characters (which are numerous), and the characters that were submitted by others. I also don't own you, the reader, but I suggest you review. A review is like letting me know I've done well. Considering the lack thereof, I must suck big time upon spherical objects. sniff Uh, don't do drugs, even if some characters do, cuz drugs are bad, k?
Chapter 43: Crimes Will be Crimes
As we resume, we find that Carl Spacro has been accused of committing a crime. Technically, he's no hero, cuz ye know, the average Joe Shmoe really doesn't give 2 feces about anything really. Regardless, the fact that Team Racketeer's have been committing crime seems to be ruining things for our everyday run of the mill trainer who we call our main man.
Furthermore, Yetis had been putting it into high gear monkey business against an odd trainer named Morris. There, he had lucked out with enraged power proving useful. Though the fight is won, the injuries went bone deep. We join these 2 trainers now...
The Murkrow called Kero had it bad. Its neck didn't look right, twisted greatly. "Oh no..." a concerned Morris worried as he lifted the bird into his hands. It was still breathing, though it seemed as though it might not be for too long if something wasn't done in rectification. Fate however seemed to want to send its most unfairly favoring hand to deal with whatever could be foreseen, as the Murkrow's entire being began to blink to a total black, then to normal, and black again. "What the hell?" Morris wondered as he looked at this odd phenomenon before his eyes.
Yetis was, of course, able to see it as well, "It's... fading?" he wondered. But then it turned fully a blackish light, revealing the great deal of dander in Yetis' hair, and more importantly, "I think it's... evolving." Yetis paused. He had heard of this, a rarity for its species, but they may have been true. "I think it is!"
Morris rolled his eyes. "Impossible... pokemon don't evolve while they're not awake, I think." he paused, never did they seem to evolve without consciously being aware, "Uh... but, um, Murkrows don't evolve you moron."
But as much illogical it seemed, Murkrow's shape began to change. Its beak took on a more longer, thinner, and smoother form, still a deep yellow, its still glossy feathered body was itself, but leaner, longer, and its neck was more firm, with plump feathers not thinning out where shoulders meet the head. Its claws too, looked more... ravenous, sharper, and with an extra grasping talon upon each foot. Its eyes, unlike before, were also a shade of black, as though pupil had surpassed all else within the socket, save for a thin brown surrounding. To the matter at hand, the raven's health seemed to improve. It's neck looked unsnapped, it's heavy breathing eased, and it had regained consciousness.
"Lurkraven!" both Yetis and the newly evolved Kero both belted out at the same time. "That's a Lurkraven!" Yetis snapped his fingers. He looked at Morris and began to explain. "I heard that when a Murkrow receives a highly fatal injury, it has an evolutionary immune system response. It glows black, and becomes... well, see for yourself." and you too can see for yourself (you know the drill, end of the story, want the game lore and that jazz).
'Luuurrk!' it cheered, as healthy and lively as a kid born with sugar for blood cells. It smiled at its trainer, who returned the facial tug upon his lips. "Kero... I'm so glad you're ok." he gave the bird a tight Ursaring hug. "So... Yetis, I believe we were going a 3 for 3 battle, yes?"
The red haired Johtoan nodded, "We were." he glanced to Primape, who had just about recovered from his odd daze, still raring to go. "Don't be intimidated..." he told the mad monkey, who nodded without seeming to give a crap. Inspirational or otherwise, the buff baboon wanted a brawl, and brawl it would get, lest it needed to throw the first punch.
"Well if your performance monkey is done showing off, can we please get on with it?" asked a rather impatient Morris, a rather dark aura seemed to emanate from his every breath, though angry he indeed wasn't. "Lets get to it!" and he gave the first command, all in time to make a scene change too.
"Ay!" shouted a most cowardly voice, as though life itself had betrayed him, "Lemme go, lemme go!" It was Carl, and he'd be scared excretionless, 'Good thing I went the bathroom before I tried some whoopee!' He was being dragged by the collar of his shirt like a kid dragging a red wagon.
"Be quiet, rapist!" hissed the police lady.
Carl was desperate, he didn't want to go to jail. 'There's no womens in the slammer. Slammer is sure going to be what's gonna happen to me there however. I CANT LET THIS HAPPEN!' The panic just kept mounting within the horn dogged main man. "Oh gods, please let me go! I, uh, I helped you before!" he tried, remembering an incident with shellfish situations. It was truly very un-shellfish of Carl. Get it, 'shell'fish, instead of self. AHAHAHA... ahem. Anyways.
The woman of law blinked, giving Carl a look that says 'You're crazy.' "Maybe you helped one of my sisters. I have quite the extended family." she explained. "Regardless, you can't just get away with crime, rapist! You men must think women exist to be stepped on and used at your whims. Don't you? Hmm?"
Her look was most uncomforting, sending our main trainer upon a dangerous crossroad. 'Ah crap. This is bad. I can't let her know that she's correct and that women ARE to be used by men when they damn well feel they need 'em. If I do, she might add a few more years to my soon to be sentencing.' His mind was tearing itself up trying to think of the best way to lie. He didn't want to give any false truths though. 'To let her know a lie that says she's equal... that's just giving too much of a lie. I won't stoop that low. Oh man. Argh! My brain's tearing itself up! Oh the pain!' he took a deep breath, and gave an answer "Uh, n.. ye..." he struggled, figuring out what'll be better. "Yes.. Erm, no, uh, I mean, Yes?" he ended, his face growing pale, perhaps at a realization.
More than likely, his fear came about due to the fact that this was an officer of the law. She had a gun, and guns can hurt people, and to the point, Carl was a people, and a gun would be bad. If even an IQ of 30 can comprehend that, then even a horny monstrosity of hormones like Carl could be able to tell. "You know, I really would, oh uh…" he paused, fearful as he tried to beg cowardly for his pitiful life, "Please not shoot or imprison me!" he begged. He'd be down on his knees, if he weren't being dragged by the collar of his shirt.
The annoyed blue haired authority figure rolled her eyes… "I don't have a gun!" she shouted, "I mean… oops…" she trailed off.
"Great! Ya know, I never did like this shirt… You can keep it." He said, likely sounding like a moron. A second or two later though, a half-naked Carl could be seen darting across the walkway. "You'd have only been making a mistake, woman!" he smiled. 'It's a bit cold, but the ladies are gonna love these abs!' he took a look at his upper body. 'Dude, I've been lettin myself go, dang…' he paused, 'Oh yea, stop Team Sprocket!' he bolted, an angry Jenny hot on his trail.
The snooze… oh so many fashion freaks, and look what their obsessive name brand worship got them… probably what they deserved and then some. Yes, in the world of company competitive business, you get… oh why am I bothering. You hear enough economic babble in Behind the Spacro (read it, folks). Sleep, most potent from the almighty spore, who is your god, and you his bitch… what?! No, not Sleep clause! Hey wait a second, I just wasted a whole freaking paragraph rambling!
And center stage, with goods to show, and goodies to take were the 3 rockets, William Jay and Bonnie. "Whew! How many watches do people need?" asked Will, as he swiped from the wrist of another man a golden watch, a Rolex! "We can hock these for good cash… but can I keep one?" he pleaded. "We need something to use to tell time." he pleaded.
The youthful commander of operations rolled his eyes, "You can take a piece of crap watch. You screw up! You're right about keeping track of time, but use common sense. Grab some useless watch." 'How can I be half their age yet thrice the sage?' he had often wondered. 'That does it! I'm running for president when I can. Maybe I can take over Team Rocket one day. Obviously the boss' daughter really doesn't want the job. That stupid whore thinks she can run away! There's nothing like seeing a troubled household. It's all in the family and comes to you live…' his thoughts were interrupted from a nudge to his leg. "Eh?" he glanced to the side, and there beside the youthful and sagely rocket was Grottocera, it had two balls in its mouth… uh, poke balls… PERVERTS! 'Grooott, grottocera!' it said happily, its pudgy tail wagging like a newborne Growlithe. "Well… I wonder what's inside these…" he smirked, patting the frilled beast upon its frill armored head, opening both containers. From one emerging in a flash of red was a small, well, probably tiny was the word, pink bodied girl. It stood no higher than a USA size 10 shoe, and had blonde hair done up with a twisty braid upon its head. The other ball set forth… small objects. They were odd, and looked to be made of some charred scent of material at one end. The scent from the ball would drive one crazy, if you weren't a fan of…
"Ooh, free weed!" cheered Wilbur, receiving odd stares. "Uh, we could sell them?" he tried to cover up.
"You're bad at lying, Wilbur!" scoffed Bonnie, "You're a big time pothead."
"Eh, whatever floats your boat… though it sure as hell won't make it float like mine." Wilbur chuckled, taking the chance to satisfy his unhealthy cravings. It had been a while, and now it'd be fulfilled after so long, or would it?
"Rockets!" came the angry voice of a shirtless young man. "You're gonna suffer for this one!" he yelled in rage as he made his wage for the stage. He had a slight shiver running along his spine, the chill of the ocean swept his upper body all up in it, but would not stop Carl from attaining his goal, revenge.
"Ay!" blurted a now disgusted Jay, "Keep your shirt on, jerk!" he spat in distaste. "Wait a second, I guess you can't." he laughed, he found his joke funny, turning towards the pokemon by his side with confidence, "Grottocera, get this fool! Take Down!" he commanded, causing the creature to pick up speed while going full body charge towards the shirtless one.
"Bring it on, ugly!" Carl announced, pounding his hands against his not so muscular chest in as much a way to make any primate pale with fear. He stood henceforth, anticipating the oncoming charge, his hands out to grapple the beast , only to get himself pummeled verily. He was knocked back, crashing into the ground, pains and scrapings mounting upon him. "You… you won't win." he struggled slightly.
"Well, we've got all day…" shrugged the young rocket. Only to be interrupted.
"Uh, actually, we don't." replied Will, "The Spore is about to run out… now!" he said, while 2.4 seconds before cue, the crowd did indeed seem to begin to awaken. Gasps from the audience could be heard as the sight of the fashion salesmen seemingly overpowering a young man was quite suspicious, that and missing wallets, watches, jewelry, poke balls and so forth.
Kim awoke quite peacefully, emitting a slight yawn and stretching slightly. "Eh?" she wondered. Looking to the stage. "Oh great! Carl's here, my day is going to be ruined… wait a minute! Why was I sleeping?" she glanced about seeing others awaken. "Why were they sleeping?" she once again looked at those who were the most awake of all yet again. "And where the hell is Carl's shirt." She rolled her eyes. 'I bet that horny moron is up to mischief yet again.'
Not everyone awake pleasantly though. Elise for instance awoke with in a most grumpy mood. "Hey! That's my weed!" and of course, everyone stared, even Carl, who's consciousness seemed to recover beyond a state of seeing swirling thingies. Of course, with a slight flush of embarrassment, she tried again, "Uh, I mean… That's my Smoochum!" she yelled with as much enthusiasm, attempting to divulge attention away from any possible drug talk.
"You want it back…" smirked the young mastermind, grabbing the drugs and the small humanoid pink thing, "Take your pick." He smirked, looking at Kim, "You stupid Verde! Yer all are the same when it comes to fear." he laughed. A Verde: where Blonde is to yellow, verde is to green. A term for hair, doofus!
This of course was a torturous decision. 'The pain, I can't bear the lack much longer! But that's my Smoochum.' she reeled in her thoughts, 'Ooh, that guy is offering free drugs! Yay!' her mind began to swirl like a toilet sending its contents to the next dimension, clearing her head of any reasonable thought. Without the ability to truly think in reason, there was not going to be any way to fix her mind. She bolted as quickly as she could to the stage and grabbed for the addictive items in the young man's hand. "Ahhh." she sighed in relief.
Carl meanwhile, slapped his head, "You drugged up idiot!" he shouted, even in spite of the fact that she was a girl, with assets to provide a few moments of pleasure until he grew tired of her's.
"Freeze kid!" came a voice of justice. It was horrifying to say the least… worse though, was that it was yet again, directed at Carl Spacro.
"Primape, grab it as it comes around again and Body Slam it!" commanded Yetis Masorga, still locked in a tight battle against Morris and his newly evolved bird. It was proving a tough battle, and Yetis didn't think that his Primape would have a chance. It was hard enough to match the bird's aerial advantage, let alone speed and lithe movement and great agility, but it seemed to pack a punch too.
"Swoop in again and use another Sky Attack!" went Vonn, Morris Vonn, as his newly evolved Lurkraven was ripping it up good on the field of battle. Its smoother wings, jet black, and smooth, were fine tuned for flight and maneuverability would be as easy as spoon fed victory, unless of course your target doesn't have a mouth. In that case I suggest needle… oh wait, that's not the right line! Whoops, how oh so clumsy of me to take up valuable words by basically rambling and blah blah…. Who put that blah blah in? Oh yea, I did! Hah!
Now, after so rudely interrupting and word wasting with a certain myselfish author, who's story you're reading and hopefully reviewing, we come to… a chapter ending? No! Not yet! I was describing Lurkraven! I never got to the downward hook in its elongated beak making a nice way to pierce shells open at seafood restaurants for 5 cents an hour, their extra talon finger growth being a mere vestigial body part that in times past… STILL didn't do crap of real importance, other than cool stuff to stimulate thy mind's eye! Well, enough of this, on with the show!
"Time it right then grab it's leg." Yetis said, keeping sharp and calculative as the monkey awaited the chance to strike as the bird was making a blazingly fast swoop.
"Get ready to strike Kero…" the Vonn man explained, as it swooped to just the right height. "Mm…"
He and Yetis both then unleashed words at the same time, "NOW!" And then an loud boom was heard, as the ship rattled ever slightly.
"Someone must be throwin one hell of a party…" Yetis stated. "That or I smell trouble." he took a sniff to the air most literally. "And it smells putrid!" he grasped for his nose.
"Yea whatever. If this' your 'I can't win!' excuse, then go run like a coward." went Morris with a humph, but he too caught the putrid scent. "On second thought, something does reek!"
"I think this battle should be put on hold, dude. What say you we try and solve this situation. It could be a party!"
"Humph, I could do without parties… but if you seriously need MY help, then let's just go."
Back on the scene, of the crime, smoke was permeated about the air. Its foul odor was most odd. "Argh! The smoke smells putrid!" went Kim in anguish as many people went low to the floor to avoid inhaling as much weed as possible. "Elise! What're you doing?" 'I had no idea she was so into self poisoning. How does this happen anyway?'
"My gods!" shouted Carl, "Elise, duck down before I… uh…" the main man began to think of something to do. "Or I'll force you down… well, maybe just your pants." he chuckled, suddenly remembering the police officer nearby. "Oh crap!" he blurted in realization.
But Miss Jenny sighed. "Look kid, I'll leave ya be, but only if you promise to stop trying to take advantage of girls whenever you can." she sighed "Like when they sleep."
"I'm just…" Carl began to try a slick reply, but the Verde in question had encroached upon him. "Uh, hello Kim." she didn't look too happy. "Um officer, I think you best protect my physical rights to remain away from being torn limb from limb." he was scared. Nowhere to run, no WAY to run, no one to save him.
"Well, she WAS the girl you tried."
"Thanks for the heads up." Carl replied blankly.
"Indeed." came Kim's angry voice. "I think Carl's in better hands under my control than any prison anyway. Don't worry." she smirked. He was in for it. He was definitely in for it. But the saddest thing was that he didn't have his shirt on, but she did.
A/N: Well folks. Here's something to keep you busy. If I'm good enough, I've broken past 100,000 words, making my story easy to access. That means review. Here's where I fear I'm going wrong. Am I pushing too hard for reviews. I really, honestly don't wanna beg, but just gimme yer god awful honest opinion of my work. Knowing I suck fleshy spheres is better than knowing nothing, wouldn't you say?
Anyway, yes we see new pokemon Lurkraven, evolved from Murkrow. Don't despair, defensive evolution will be seen again.
How many pokemon new will there be? Many!
What kinds? All kinds!
Care to be specific? Well, not too specific, but here it goes… what if you were to catch a cool fish. Ooh, fish, use thunder… what?! Whaddya mean normal damage, its neither plant nor thunder nor dragon. It's a fish! Well yes, but its not a WATER type. We'll see actual fish pokemon that can use water moves but aren't water type. You'll see soon enough. How about type combinations of fire/water, fire/grass, ghost/fire, psychic/electric, dragon/rock, ghost/normal? What about a single type flyer? A poisonous dragon? How about an ice dragon? How about some cold steel? No? There's no pleasing you folks.
How bout some new moves, eh? Here's a sampler for you. Its equipped with game lore style statistics with a kick of reason.
Boulder Dash
Type: Rock
Power: 40
PP:25
Accuracy: 100
Effect: Think Quick Attack, think rock type, think defense Curl. Yes, this is how the Geodude beat the Dodrio in a race of wit and speed. Add defense curl for doubled damage like a rollout. Feel the power.
Inner Fire
Type: Fire
PP: 10
Effect: When used, both offensive stats go up by 2. Basically, it's like sword dance, but boosts special attack too. There's a downside though in that both defensive stats go down by 1, so be careful.
There's more to come, so keep reading, keep reviewing, and remember that drug's bad, k?