(Sweet holy lord, I didn't expect so many people to like this. I've got another chapter after this one full of questions! Keep sendin' them in, peoples! Disclaimer: I don't own pokemon. Or South Park. Hi crazies!)
The teens opened the door to the house. This was the home of the now-infamous Lolita. Her house, on the edge of Snowpoint, was relatively normal. If you discount the red snow on the ground, the Halloween decorations, and the hopefully wax body nailed to a rocking chair. But that was all in the backyard, so it didn't count. Or something.
One of the braver ones banged on the door. The Lolita herself answered. "Oh, hey! You must be that class Rowan sent, right? Come on in!" They followed her in. It was actually quite pretty. There was a fire going, big, overstuffed velvet couches were covered in sketchbooks, and pokemon bounded through the house.
"Right, this is my first home class. I'm getting pretty popular. Right, so; let's start with a big part of pokemon fanfiction; canon characters.
You know, I like the canon characters. Most of them, anyway.
Gym Leaders are obvious. Keep 'em. You don't need all new gym leaders in a canon region.
As for tagging along with canon characters, well..."
She sipped a cup of coffee, and thought.
"Well, I think that a less-used character might be okay. Like Harley. Because I adore him. Not Ash, though. You can meet up with canon characters like Ash, but don't hang with them. It's evil." They all nodded. "Or you can just write a few more OTs, and use them. Now..."
She picked up a notebook. "Damnit! ZERO! QUIT USING MY BOOKS AS CHEW TOYS!" The teens heard an indignant woof from somewhere.
"I swear... anyway, Absols. I adore, love, and pretty much friggin WORSHIP Absols. Their data lists them as Disaster pokemon, which is discriminatory against dark pokemon, you assholes, but...
It does provide framework for quite a few fics.
And I think you could do two opposing points of view.
Like one who wants the humans to suffer, and refuses to warn them of danger,
And another that wants humans to live, and warns them.
Personally, I'm for the former, but, eh. Absol are very powerful pokemon, and very interesting as well. Just be nice, or Merope and Nharen will eat you."
Two Absol looked up from the fireplace hearth.
"Right. Anyway..." A girl interrupted her. "Um, ma'am, I'm a big Drew fan... and I was wondering if you could use canon characters as love interests?"
Lolita shrugged.
"Personally, I'm okay with it. I mean, not for Ash, Brock, or any other main characters, but Drew's okay. Just be careful not to get eaten by contest shippers. (I support this fully. --')"
The girl nodded. "You're names Lyra, right?" She nodded. "Okay, good. Any more questions?"
A boy named Patrick raised his hand. "Um, Loli? What about battles? Can OTs beat canon characters?" She nodded. "As long as it's legit. Like if you send a Tyranitar against Ash's Pikachu. Or a Manetric against Misty's pokemon. Make sure you've been training for a long time before you do this. Because they have been around for awhile."
She sighed. "Hmm... oh, I know! Our next subject; pokemorphs!
I really like pokemorphs, but I don't see too many. Dinah's a pokemorph, and I figured we should cover this. For starters, any specific questions?" A girl with green Rayquaza patterned hair raised a hand. "Yes, can a pokemorph change into it's pokemon?" Lolita thought. "...I really don't know. I think it's a really good idea. Maybe by 'willing' the DNA of the pokemon to override the human DNA, it's possible. And for changing back, override the pokemon DNA. It might require training from an older pokemorph."
The girl nodded, and asked another question. "Should pokemorphs be able to use pokemon moves?" Lolita's face lit up. "Brilliant." She wrote it down. "Yes, yes, and yes, go out and write a story like it, it's an amazing concept!" She continued to ramble, until an Umbreon whacked her over the head with his tail. "Ow, Cicero!" She straightened. "Righto, then. Um... pokemorphs are, obviously pokemon. And they'll wanna be trainers. So what do we do?" A girl with blue hair asked. Lolita thought. "I think that most people might be prejudiced or scared of that fact. But write it anyway. And write in other people's reactions. Trainer's pokemon, too."
The girl nodded. "Oh, and what about talking pokemon? Like the Rocket's Meowth."
Lolita thought. "Huh. I think it's possible. If a trainer teaches them. And not overnight, either. It would be cool to write about the Trainer getting frustrated about it."
She looked around. "Any more questions?"
One boy raised his hand. "I know you talked about human deaths, but what about pokemon deaths?"
Loli sighed. "Um, maybe... try a few chapters of grieving. Then go to revenge. Massacres are always fun! Seriously, your trainer's gonna be frigging sad, right? Or did the trainer kill him/her themselves?"
She looked down and wrote something.
"Right. So, you'll all be back tomorrow?"
They all nodded. "Great, since I didn't cover everything. It's getting dark, so go home, and meet me back here tomorrow, okay?" The kids nodded, heading out the door. Just before they ran home, Lolita yelled, "WATCH OUT FOR REGIGIGAS!" They turned around. The Legendary in question was destroying the Snowpoint temple. Ignoring the screams of terror, Lolita turned around, and turned on the tv. "Screw you people. South Park's on."