Authors Inane Rant: Well, after two days messing with schoolwork and video games while subconsciously playing out music lyrics of my favorite songs and mulling over nicknames, I have finally made up nicknames for those two annoying Whismurs! Bow down to my awesomeness! Don't laugh, I am not joking! Seriously. Bow Down. I'll try not to bore you with my pokedex quest or shiny pokemon catching again, because it's obvious you people don't care. :sniff: On to the story, and whom Ayshen has found!
Oh, and I also spent a full useless hour on the internet looking for pokemon voice downloads to hear what Whismur sound like. After an hour of searching and looking at a diary for a dedicated player of the pokemon RPG games with no luck, I said "Ah the hell with it" and turned on my emerald version to listen to the crappy voice of Whismur which is nothing like the show's Whismur voice. You know, you guys should be more grateful that I get off my lazy ass to do asinine things like this, even if it is completely and utterly stupid.
Thieves' Allies
With a heavier weight on my shoulders, I made for the route east of Rustboro once again. After getting past the dreamy feeling I got after catching the Whismur on accident and receiving the pokeball present, I healed my pokemon and set off again. Deciding to meet the Whismur on their turf would hopefully appeal to their trust, seeing as the first greeting wasn't… appropriate.
I noticed that pokeballs that were full were warmer and considerable heavier than empty ones. But then again, what do you expect if it's holding a warm-blooded life form? Holding the pokeballs, I also noticed that they were made as if to fit perfectly in the palm of your hand. But that might be obvious to anyone else, eh?
Trotting with Bubbler on his accustomed spot on my hat, pokeballs in hand, I made my way through some tall grass to get to a spot up ahead where there were a few trees and shade. Reaching there, I sat down immediately and took a breather. No, I wasn't lazy at all, I was in fact in the best shape a thief could be in; but jogging from the pokecenter in the center of the city out to the edge of the route wasn't child's play.
If you just walked the distance of the city, you would be tired even if you were a seasoned trainer. I think that the only people who cold jog the distance of the city and be only a little bit tired is the track teams at both the two high schools and the two junior highs. Yes, it was that big. And I heard that Lilycove city was twice its size…
Bubbler jumped onto the ground and tapped my leg with one of his. He didn't seem to talk much, knowing I wouldn't understand, but the few things he shows and says tell me all I need to know. He must have been lonely, poor guy.
Tossing the two balls of the ground, white light formed into two pink, fat, rabbit-like pokemon. Crying out, they looked at me with anger, most likely for m 'catching' them. Just as they looked as if they were about the tackle me, Bubbler crawled up to them and started talking rapidly to them in squeaks and cries. After all three pokemon had said their say, they turned to me.
Bubbler looked as if he was expecting something, and the two rabbits looked anxious. I quickly thought about possible things they could want, but couldn't figure it out. While being a thief means that you must analyze possibilities and be a quick thinker, social understandings were not always part of the job. That's what made it so hard for me to understand pokemon, I was never a social person.
Bubbler, probably knowing why I was giving him a blank look, pointed to himself and started making bubbles. The pokemon probably knows me better than I do, because that was probably the only way I could ever have figured it out. Names.
"Okay… Names! What are your guys' names?" I asked, knowing that the Whismur wouldn't be able to tell me without a game of charades but asking anyway.
They both started rattling off in their own language until they realized that I couldn't catch up. Then they started rapid motions of their paws with their talk. While the first one, which I assumed was a girl because of it's relatively higher pitched voice, though I couldn't really know, started slapping herself with both paws and repeating "Wis!" then going into a low whistle each time, I finally realized what she was doing.
"Wish! You're wish, right?" I was extremely grateful that Bubbler had helped me with certain signals before when the first Whismur stopped her talking and other motions to start bobbing up and down. By using the same type of methods, I figured out that the other Whismur, male I suppose, was Murry. Now that I think about it, it was kind of ironic.
Nodding speculatively to myself, I got up and started to stretch my legs out. A while ago I had figured out that my legs cramped quickly if I didn't take enough time to wind down a bit after a long run. Easing out one of my legs to try and get rid of a light cramp in my calf, I looked out across the route for any sign of a good practice place.
I had no worries that Wish and Murry wouldn't want to stay and train with me, Bubbler had taken care of that. While I had not precisely agreed to let him persuade them to join, I didn't disagree either. Friends would do him good, and more pokemon meant a better chance against other trainers. While they wouldn't help as much at the rock gym in Rustboro, Bubbler made up for type advantage and they had long range attacks.
Calling them out once I spotted a few Taillow crowded together, we started our training. While Whismur were not particularly strong, they were very good at distracting things. After getting my book out and looking up their data, I found that their evolutions had relatively equal stats, so while Surskit and it's evolution excelled in speed and special attack, their stats were all close enough in numbers to not have any certain weaknesses other than not being resistant to any element.
After consulting the Whismur, I decided to work on a distract, hit, and run strategy. Their long range voice attacks were very good distraction and their size provided enough added agility that the hit and run part would work well. After a mock battle with Bubbler that ended up almost fainting him, they decided they were getting tired. No wonder, as the sun showed that it was much past noon and we had skipped lunch.
Trotting back into the city I passed the entrance to the route north of Rustboro. Pausing a moment and then deciding that it wouldn't take long to explore it, I switched directions and headed that way. Looking around, I noticed that the dirt path made in the middle of all the lush grass there led off the shore of a little cove.
Pausing again to check the time, being more accurate and looking at my digital watch which I had bought earlier, I found that it was later than I thought. Sunset would be coming soon, but if I went to the pokecenter to heal my friends we would miss it.
With a mental 'what the hell' that I would soon learn was the base of my reckless travels, I walked to the cove and sat down on the soft sand. Taking off my shoes and extremely worn socks, I dug them under the sand right where the water fell over them. Lying down and sighing with content, I let out my friends to wait for the sunset with me.
With understanding mingled with amusement, they flopped down next to me (or in Bubbler's case, on my head), enjoying themselves in the lulling sound of the ocean. The peaceful setting was enough to make me almost fall asleep. Almost.
Just as I was starting to doze off, a high pitched shout of "Zigzagoon!" drew my attention. Rolling over so I was flat on my stomach, earning a scolding from each of my friends because their prop just showed a new agenda, I looked at the presumably wild pokemon.
The raccoon pokemon was a copy of every other one of its irritating species, changing neither mentally nor physically it seemed to me. I glared at it, hoping it would go away. My friends, also annoyed at the disturbing of atmosphere, took on an even angrier approach. Before the Whismur and Bubbler could start an uproar and bubble attack respectively, the Zigzagoon cried out in worry and I heard footsteps coming from the way in which I came.
There was a slight rise between the shore of the cove and the route, so I didn't actually see the person until he was actually there and standing beside his Zigzagoon. Funny thing is, he must have been as startled as I was. He stared. I stared also.
I haven't ever seen one of them before, and not many people ever have or do. But here one was. Here was someone who would understand exactly what it's like to be born into a position that you couldn't ever learn to like. Here was someone who would know what it feels like to be resented and piled upon with trash. Here was someone who could understand.
I think I was now getting used to the unexpected, because I shook it off quickly. Well, as quickly as you can after seeing a pokemorph. In Ash's time all the different teams there were had figured out a way to genetically alter a person's DNA. After many experiments, they made the first pokemorph. Humans fused with pokemon DNA, or vice versa, were created to be the ultimate weapons.
After many years of way, the pokemorphs finally sealed a truce and now only select few turn to doing crimes and whatnot, the rest live a peaceful life in exile. The ones in exile were usually able to find mates in either pokemon or humans, being neither and both. When the very rare pokemorph is found doing wrong, the other morphs were said to take care of them in secret.
The morphs nowadays were all descendents of the originals, and not all of them actually had the powers of a morph. But this one sure did. His dark brown hair matched the darker brown parts of his pokemon while the last inch or so was pale sandy color that matched the lighter part of his pokemon. His dark brown eyes were almost as black and beady and filled with curiosity mingled with amusement just like a Zigzagoon's. His bushy tail was the exact replica of his pokemon counterpart's, except a bit larger and longer.
Now, counting that out he looked like a normal boy, handsome features in his face, but looking more like a little boy's rather than the early teenager he probably was, wearing a black t-shirt and baggy pants; yup, normal. But counting out the tail and hair was extremely hard, even if you could dye your hair those colors.
Before my thoughts could start wandering again, I focused on the morph, trying to detect any movement of hostility he might make. Of course, with a curious and innocent face like that, you would have a hard time believing he could do anything wrong. He seemed safe enough, so I slowly reached forward and, without taking my eyes off him and his Zigzagoon, pulled my pokemon back so they wouldn't attack once they caught their breath.
The boy seemed to take this as a motion of cowardice, judging by the flash of pity that went through his eyes. Pulling off my friends' pokeballs, I returned them and stowed them back onto the straps of my pack. I didn't care what he thought about what I did, as long as he didn't think I was being hostile. Standing up and straightening to my full height, I decided to give him a surprise that should probably smack all notions of cowardice or hostility out of his mind.
I put on a cheerful face and hailed him in a genial tone. "Hello there! What brings you here today?" The look on his face suggested that I had more likely whacked him with a broom than just called out a simple greeting.
Author's Note: Sorry for the late update, I got limited time on the computer now because I got bad grades in social studies. I needed to do other things with the computer before I could write the rest of this chapter too. To me, I consider this chapter slightly crappy... But to object about my negative responses to my own work, please review! I mean it... Anyway, if anyone feels the oh so great need to have one of their characters in the story at some point in time, all you have to do is just email me with a full description about them and their personality. And if I like the character enough, I might give it a long term part in the plot!... I must be going insane, because I thought I just heard crickets chirping. Heh, imagine that!
