Zweilous and Ferrothorn

Agent 501 was in a very bad mood at that time. It wasn't that he was waiting around just watching. After all, he was a secret agent and sometimes that required lots of waiting and watching. It wasn't that he was pretending to be an inanimate object. No, sometimes that was the best way to stay close to a subject and listen in when they had their guard down. His placement wasn't the greatest, as he was hanging on a ceiling of a buffet restaurant. While the food smelled delicious, he could tough it out (he might even come back later after some alterations so that he didn't look like the same Ferrothorn).

No, the awful thing about this assignment was that he was pretending to be a chandelier. He had to wear a rim that carried candles on it, lit candles that dribbled hot wax. Every couple of hours, one of the workers got a ladder and replaced them, so he had to close his eyes and hold very still. The cook had thought that this was a terrific idea, as being on the ceiling gave him a good view over the dining areas. But why did they have to go with candle flames as lighting over the buffet? He could handle the electric candles everywhere else, but true flames were one of the few fears he still had.

But everyone else said that this was the best time and place. And unlike a cave, a Ferrothorn hanging out on the ceiling of a restaurant was terribly out of place. As a chandelier, he could at least be part of this place's unique décor (there were other Pokemon carved into the serving tables, the chairs, the dining tables, the posts, everything). He had an accessory that prevented burning, but if one of those candles tipped over, it wouldn't protect from that pain.

Arguing came from the line where people paid and got their drinks. "No, we're going to get lemonade."

"I want the beer!" a similar voice said.

"Not after you got us disgustingly drunk last night I don't want you to share your awful headaches with me."

"You're so prissy and uptight. Come on, it's time to relax."

The voices were attached to one creature, a black and blue dragon that had two heads and small wings. Both of her long necks were decorated with lavish collars that held pearls and diamonds. The bottommost collars also had elegant clasps which held onto an expensive silk cape of many colors. On that cape was the crest of the royal house, matching the gold circlets on both of her heads. Only a few Pokemon would dare wear something like that. It was his target. Overhead, the Ferrothorn made note of what other Pokemon were in the restaurant and where the Zweilous princess decided to sit.

She had some royal guards with her, both Porygon-Z. Supposedly only a few Pokemon could tolerate being around the princess for long. Some of the other guests were even leaving, but the Zweilous didn't pay them any attention. Her two heads were still arguing about beer. "Only one glass? How is that supposed to be enough?"

"You're lucky the worker let you take it, because I'm only letting you take one glass," the other head said. "Ugh, can't you at least be lady-like and take wine? Or even champagne?"

"Not good enough," she said, trying to grab the glass for a drink. But the other head moved their body towards the buffet. "Hey!"

"We came to eat, so let's go get some food."

The beer-drinking head nipped at her other head, causing a short tussle between them before the other head won out. Quietly, the Porygon-Z guards came along and grabbed two plates. The Exeggutor chef was there at the time, making stir-fried veggies and rice on the spot. "Ah, good evening Princess Jacquelyn," he said, causing his leaves to sway. "May I...?"

"I'm Princess Ophelia now," the beer-loving head explained, then knocked the other head on the side. "She gets to take the stuffy old name Jacquelyn."

"It is not stuffy!" she said. "It's elegant and classy. You just changed your name to get attention and sympathy for your whining."

"Did not!"

Overhead, Agent 501 was slowly shifting his vines so that he had a better view of the Zweilous' table. The argument the princess was having with herself at least drew everyone's attention, either to watch or to turn away. The Ferrothorn could easily guess what they were thinking. How did someone like her get to be a princess? Weren't they supposed to teach royal children far better manners than normal children? But her father was much worse.

Eventually, the Jacquelyn head began giving the chef orders for what she wanted her fried veggies to be, while the Ophelia head looked over the nearest serving table and told the guard with her what to put on the plate. Then the heads switched. With both plates full and a bowl each for the fried veggies and rice, they returned to the tables. The Porygon-Z guards then took turns getting food for themselves and staying at the princess(es) side. The Ferrothorn continued to wait.

Ophelia chugged down her glass of beer, then looked over at Jacquelyn's plate. "Hey, why did you have to get the baked beans? You know that gives us awful gas later."

"Quit talking about that kind of thing," Jacquelyn hissed. "We're a princess and we're not to talk of such things."

"You'd think that neither of us would eat something that would make us fart, then." She then began chomping down a fish fillet inelegantly.

"Why are you still eating fish? I thought we agreed that fish were friends and not to be eaten as food."

"This fish isn't talking," Ophelia said, once she'd swallowed.

"Hey, I didn't see any of those roasted eggplants," Jacquelyn said, looking at her other head's plate. "Did you take the last ones?"

That head looked smug. "And what if I did?"

Jacquelyn's head went to snatch one of the eggplants, causing Ophelia's head to fight her off. "You know I love those!"

"Can't have 'em." She then grabbed both of her roasted eggplant slices and wolfed them down. She then tried to steal one of Jacquelyn's potstickers, causing another fight.

The dragon princess' meal continued like this, a race to eat what was in front and then an attempt to steal something from the other head's plate, with occasional arguments and biting fights. Other patrons tried to finish their meals quickly so they could excuse themselves and leave. Over by the kitchen, Agent 501 noted that the staff were quietly arguing about who would serve the princess. A Medicham who was in on the plan made himself appear unlucky and got set to be her waiter. He made sure to continue getting Ophelia beer even though Jacquelyn complained whenever she noticed.

When Jacquelyn-Ophelia got up to get dessert (after three full plates each), Agent 501 checked the few remaining patrons, then silently tossed a few barbed thorns on the floor. The two heads of the princess were each looking over the dessert table and scheming how to get what she wanted while making the other head jealous. "My gosh, I feel stuffed," Jacquelyn said. "Maybe we ought to stick to dinner mints so we don't have another stomachache."

"Are you crazy?" Ophelia asked. "You tried to deny me beer, and now you're trying to deny me a proper dessert? I'll kill you if you keep that up."

"You can't kill me without killing yourself."

"Don't try me! I'll find a way." She then stepped right on the thorns, making both heads screech. Agent 501 winced, but stayed still like the chandelier he was supposed to be. Below him, the two heads bickered and bit, enough to draw blood.

This was a good time. Agent 501 blew out the candle nearest to his face. In the kitchen, the Medicham noticed and went to shut off all electricity to the dining areas, causing all the lights but the remaining candles on 501 to go out. He got the rest of the candles out quickly, then dropped off the ceiling and threw Shroomish sleep spores in the faces of the Zweilous princess. With her sleeping, the Medicham hurried over to help him carry her in back.

"Don't worry, everyone," the Exeggcutor chef said loudly, to what few customers were left in the darkened room. "I'm sorry about the trouble; we'll try to get the electricity and lights back on as quickly as we can. Just stay where you are." He flipped the lights out to the kitchen as the two came closer, so that the silhouettes of them carrying the princess were not as obvious. "Oh, now what? Did you read the labels on the breaker box?"

"I thought I did, sir," another member of the staff said.

"Princess?" one of the Porygon-Z guards called out. "Princess, please answer."

Meanwhile, Agent 501 and the Medicham hustled through the kitchen, bringing Jacquelyn-Ophelia into a refrigerated truck in back. "Man, I can't wait to get back to a proper battling assignment," the Ferrothorn said. "Hanging around with the candles and having to observe her for over an hour... that was disgusting."

"If this keeps her from returning to this place, we'll be eternally grateful," the Medicham said. "I don't envy you one bit since you have to tolerate her for much longer."

"If we can keep her from claiming the throne, I think we'll all be grateful," Agent 501 said, locking the dragon into the back. It wasn't set to freezing, but cool enough to keep her feeling sluggish. He then gave the waiter the rest of the agreed payment to use their place, then went to join the truck's driver. That was one more part of this scheme done.

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Zweilous White entry: Since their two heads do not get along and compete with each other for food, they always eat too much.

Ferrothorn White entry: They attach themselves to cave ceilings, firing steel spikes at targets passing beneath them.

Zweilous turned out to be so much fun! And Ferrothorn does look like it could function as a chandelier, that is, if something could be done about that pesky Fire weakness.