Sorry for the late upload, but I had to deal with some changes to the story. At the request of my friend, I have removed his name from the story. From now on, that OC shall be known as Bob. He also has a Venator. Now, for those of you who have already read my previous chapters, there's nothing missed. Simply replace Anthony with Bob, and Pachrino with Venator. That's literally all I had to do. So just don't go asking me who's Bob. First Reviews, then on to the story!
Pokemonfan6000: That's what I was going for.
Blossomlight907: I tried to base Dina's charater off of the way she is typically portrayed in other Fics around here.
Chidori Minami: More of that to come. Some time. I still have to get everyone settled in.
Chapter Four: I Said Yet, Didn't I?
A helicopter hovered in the air for a few minutes before dropping down. It picked up two people before leaving.
"All I want to know is, why the helicopter can't take all four of us?"
"Does it really matter, Derrick?"
"Yes! I don't want to be stuck with you by myself the whole ride there!"
"Why?"
"Because you'd probably make a big deal about everything you see, Bob!"
"TODD, I GET IT!"
"On second thought," I said shuddering, "I'm good with just you."
The helicopter descended towards an island, I was on the verge of jumping out. How would you like to be stuck with someone who had to point out ever minuscule thing like he had been stuck in a hole his whole life. I'm pretty sure this wasn't even his first helicopter ride. I would have actually thrown myself out and swam if I hadn't brought my game. I just turned up my volume and concentrated really hard. That's why I almost didn't hear the pilot say, "We have now arrived at Ribular Island. Enjoy your stay!" As I hopped out, I swore I could hear the pilot wishing me good luck. But the moment both of us were out, he took straight to the air.
"Hello, and welcome to Ribular Island. If you're here for the cup, then you'll want to register at the Fighter Station. It's the large building right behind us." And attendant at the helipad told us, pointing to a large building with what seemed to be a bird on its facade. Palm trees lined the side of the building, which was flanked by smaller ones, each with a unique look, signs out front. I was about to set off for the building, when she said "Excuse me sir, you forgot your bags."
"Oh, sorry. Hey Bob, can you give me a hand? Bob? Bob. What are you do- oh." I looked and saw, well, nothing. Bob had already left me behind. So, wanting some help, I called out Carno. Which turned out to be a huge mistake. Upon seeing the large amount of fighters, Carno roared, started running and… curled up into a ball, which just so happened to barrel through the door to the Fighter Station.
"Aw, crud," I ran right after it, releasing Elasmo at the same time and yelled to it, "Watch the stuff, okay?" I didn't hear a response, but I assumed it had curled around the luggage. Hurrying into the Fighter Station, I was surprised at the amount of damage. It was less than one would have thought, considering there were those horns on its head. Carno had left an easy trail to follow, and I just kept walking straight. I entered a room which contained large equipment, two small medals lying on the floor, and Bob lying on the floor, starting to stand up.
"That's what you get for running off on me." I said, contrary to my helping him up. As I pulled him to his feet, I noticed a rather large pile of scattered fossil rocks with what appeared to be a giant ball embedded in it. I touched it, turning it back into a medal, and the pile of rocks came cascading down.
I stooped to start picking them up, when a woman with light brown hair rushed over. She was wearing a different outfit than any of the other staff members I had seen, so it came as no surprise when she introduced herself as the staff leader.
"Um, excuse me? Do you mind stepping aside? I'm Stella, the staff leader here on Ribular Island."
"Oh, um sure." I moved off, when Bob made a sudden remark.
"I assume you registered before you decided to play bowling, with me as the pin?"
"Well you know what they say, when you assume, you- oh, shoot! I totally forgot to register!" I ran off, going back thorough the door, and hung a sharp right, until I grabbed onto the reception desk to stop myself from zipping past the receptionist.
The worker was totally unfazed as she cheerily stated "Hello! Are you here to register for the Calisteo Cup?"
"Yes," I wheezed out, as I caught my breath. The short dash had been more tiring than I had thought.
"Okay, your name?"
"Derrick Arashi."
Ah, yes, you're all ready to go. There are only two more people who need to register. If you'll excuse me," she turned to a mike, pressing a button that delivered a series of beeps before she spoke into it. A message telling anyone who had not yet registered for the tournament to do so now was sent out. She pressed the button again, and the series of beeps repeated, before the mike was shut off.
"Excuse me, Derrick, is it?" A voice I couldn't immediately recognize called to me. "Can you come back to the cleaning room, please?"
I went back in, and saw Stella ordering around some staff members.
"Did you call me?" I asked quizzically.
"Oh, yes," She turned around, and started to address me. "Well, you see, because of the accident earlier, until we can categorize all the fossils that fell down, we don't have any to use for your cleaning and reviving demonstration. We're trying to scrounge up something, but we're not sure how many fossils we can positively identify right now. You could wait a while, and see if we find anything, but…"
"That's okay." I replied, saving her from having to do any more explaining. "It was kind of my fault, anyway."
"Tell you what. You can go out and find a fossil when we open up the first dig site, and we'll use that."
"That works for me," I complied.
"Okay then, I have to go back to my office, and the opening ceremony will start soon, so do you mind going outside?"
I nodded, and left the room. I walked out, and sat with my back against the wall of the building. I was wondering what kind of Vivosaur I would get, when cheering erupted all around me. Somehow, I had missed a giant television screen flying in and announcing the start of the Calisteo cup.
"Hmmh. The fools." I looked over to see a person dressed in all black, which was lighter than his hair color. He looked back at me, and I felt chills roll down my spine. One of his eyes was a normal black color, matching his hair and clothes. It was his right eye that threw me off. Instead of matching the left, it was a bright, chilling, red.
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