Don't Own Pokemon or anything else, Only The Oc
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"Tvs, Radios, and Text via book or newspaper... when those are around..."
I watch a pale grey skinned girl stand up and rush away as I am frozen in legitimate shock.
A purple... thing floats up from behind the couch and rushes after her, letting out quiet cries. "Poi-Pole! Poipole!"
Courtney's expression matches my own, Zinnia seems dumbfounded and Klara looks hollow.
More competition. Making her idea of seducing me into giving her stuff more and more difficult, though, I guess at this point her plan has more or less fallen by the wayside as we begin our plot for survival.
Cynthia... didn't notice as she still about thirty feet back, looking in awe of the murals and broken huts.
"Uhhhh..."
"You didn't tell me that you had some sort of naked alien chick in your home." Zinnia blinks slowly.
"I didn't fucking know." I exclaim over to her.
"Explain." I deadpan down to the fox.
"Well, she showed up about a month ago looking for you due to some... energy... thing. I wasn't paying attention so you'll have to ask her." The fox states. "Anyways, she's been staying here ever since! Waiting for you to come back! When are you going to breed with her?"
I stare down at the fox, mouth slightly ajar as I give it just a look with slightly narrowed eyes, sat somewhere between being shell shocked and deep confusion.
"Ve-ve-ve?" Loki deadpans, seemingly asking 'seriously?'
I mean, she's not unattractive, but I have literally no idea who or more importantly WHAT she is, her race could reproduce by implanting eggs in men like a fucking xenomorph for all I know!
Also. Why the fuck are my pokemon trying to breed me with something!
I let out a long sigh as I step inside, slumping slightly and rubbing my forehead. "What the fuck is even happening?"
I rise to my full height and let out a long sigh. "I'm too fucking tired to even care right now."
"Oh. Right." I release the remaining five of my six original pokemon outside, they look around briefly before looking to me.
"We are going to be staying here for a little while. Its been some time since we've been here, this'll be a good break for you."
"Dei." My Deino blandly growls as it waddles a short distance away... then curls up on the ground, seemingly wanting to go to sleep, Magni slithers off, Nyx turns invisible and dashes off into the cave, little vine tendrils tipped with metal spikes extend from Gaia as she uses them to walk away, Surtur lets out a quiet bark then rushes off, seeing another hisuian growlithe nearby.
I slowly step inside the building, letting out a long sigh as I crouch slightly, allowing Loki to leap from my shoulder to the couch.
"Well, I'm about to go see what she wants." I begin as I look to my traveling companions.
"HOW ARE YOU CALM ABOUT THAT?!" Klara shouts.
"Eh." I shrug. "Sort of a standard day for me. Besides, you grow sort of numb to threats when you have hyper regeneration and the ability to nuke anything close by with a snap of your fingers."
"Anyways, since we're back here, there's a couple things I need to do. Firstly, a bit of alchemy to convert steel type gems into more metal for Gaia. I'm pretty sure I have a few sat around here, after that, err... hn. I'll probably delve into that one room I never go into, to see if I can find any relevant information to help us."
"The room you never go into?" Courtney echoes.
"Oh, you know, full of ancient shit from times long past... plus some of my father's research notes." I wave off as I summon my last pokemon, the little jellyfish-like form of Poyomon circles around me briefly. "I was going to see if I had anything more on Kyurem... anyways scratch the whole 'talking it out' bit. I'm gonna do this first."
I take a seat on the couch, right beside Loki, letting out a long sigh of relief as I lean my head back and close my eyes. "It's good to be home."
I sit in silence for a long moment, my newest pokemon- technically a digimon- landing on my face.
I let out a quiet sigh, plucking him up and placing him down beside me as I reach to my bag and begin ruffling around inside. 'let's offload some of this stuff'.
Some oran berries which I had picked on the way to Driftveil,
Seeing them sat on the table, Loki springs up and snatches one, scurrying under the couch where he is more or less out of reach.
"…"
"Little shit." I chastise as I continue sorting through my bag.
A few Aspear berries that I found in the mountain. Pecha berries that were found in my foraging, even a few Chesto berries.
I pull out a large orange crystal. "Hn. Worthless rock. I forgot I bought this-"
I look into my bag quickly pulling out a slab of obsidian-like rock and place it on the table.
I pull out a smooth grey stone roughly the size of an apple, the energy it radiates is... strange.
I had totally forgotten I bought this when I was taking Roxxie to pound town.
I can see Courtney flinch back and clutch her head in the corner of my eye.
"What- What is that?" She questions.
"I don't know." I reply with a small head shake. "I felt it back in Virbank and totally scammed the scammer gypsy woman selling it. Did your Psychic powers tell you anything about it?"
"It is... powerful... I sort of felt like something was looking at me." She quietly frowns, gazing over the grey stone with large indents in it.
"Noted." I mutter.
Cynthia enters the house, eyes sparkling. "Xander, I have numerous questions!"
She pauses seeing the rock in my hand, she can seemingly sense the significance of it despite not being psychically inclined. "Hold on... that looks familiar."
"If you can tell me what this is, I might answer some questions." I shrug.
The woman stares for a long moment as she tilts her head, seeming to scour her memories for the answer.
"Wait... that looks like the stone that was stolen from the Nacrene City Museum!" The woman gasps.
I look to the orb.
Waiit- oh shiiit! That's lucky!
I remember reading about this in that ancient legend tome of mine. This is Kyurem's stone, right? The 'Null Stone'. Like Reshiram and Zekrom's black and white stones.
"Oh, I heard of that. It wasn't grey, though, so we're good." I note as toss it up and catch it once.
I slip it back into my bag. "This'll probably be useful later. I'll keep it for now."
"Anyways, what did you want to know?"
"These species that live here... are they all hisuian pokemon?!"
"Er. About a fifty-fifty split between fossil pokemon and Hisuian." I admit. "Well, besides the Eevees... and the other pokemon you'd probably recognize."
"Anywaaays." I announce as I rise to my feet, making it so Cynthia doesn't exactly have time to ask another question. "There's apparently some alien girl living here... I'm going to have a word with her right now."
"Wait... What?"
"Don't ask. I have no answers for that question." I reply as I turn and slowly walk away.
I make my way through the house, coming up to the door leading into my bedroom.
I knock my knuckles on the wood, hearing a small 'eep' from the other side.
There's a muffled shuffling sound and a quiet "Poi! Poipoleole!"
"Hey, so like, I've got a couple of questions. I just came back from a long journey and am understandably tired. Can we just get this out of the way. Who are you, what are you, why are you here, and what do you want?"
"U-U-UH-" a slightly high pitched female voice echoes from the other side of the door.
I can see Cynthia not so subtly listening in with the rest of my companions behind me.
"M-My name is Z-Zossie... I a-am a Solunarian f-from an extradimensional city in Ultra-Space called Ultra Megalopolis."
Ultra space? It's that like fucking space squared. Do they have like... an Ultra moon or something- oh right. That was a game...
Huh.
"I-I am part of a task force c-called the Ultra Recon Squad, w-we oversee Ultra-Wormholes and retrieve Ultra-Beasts which sometimes slip into this dimension."
"Does your entire society revolve around slapping the word 'Ultra' onto everything or something?" I deadpan.
"N-No!" The girl protests.
"Alright. So, why have you come here?" I quietly question.
"W-Well... we got a reading on one of sensors about something unnatural here... the others weren't all that worried about it, but I thought it could have been a poipole or some other sort of ultra beast!"
What?
They... could sense something here?!
Damn it.
I should have given my home more protection. Damn. I did some basic psychic protection, but tech?
They could feel my research in another dimension?!
"B-But... according to Mr. Kori... it was the armor to one of your pokemon!" The girl supplies.
"…"
The life alloy?
Huh...
That makes sense.
It was a post-plantera modded material.
"I know what you are talking about, yes." I nod slowly. "Was it really that important that you had to come all the way here to check it?"
"W-Well." The girl weakly begins. "Probably not... b-but... I just wanted to go out and see the world! The people back at the Ultra Megalopolis are so... stuffy. I bet they're sort of glad I'm gone... so I couldn't annoy them anymore!"
"So... is your business done here?" I ask.
I hear some brief shuffling behind the door. "Um... A-About that."
The door cracks open, revealing the orange haired girl in all her glory.
Surprise floods Cynthia's entire body.
Said 'glory' now wears one of my own shirts over her body, her face slightly purple as she looks down and to the side, apparently blushing.
"I... sort of left without permission so I am probably super fired." The girl weakly begins while ashamedly looking at the floor. "S-So... uh... can I stay here? P-please? Miss Nebula said that I could... and I've been learning stuff from Miss Triad, so I can pull my own weight! Please!"
"Fine fine. Whatever." I wave off with a quiet sigh. "I don't really care. If the pokemon living here like you, I can't just tell you to leave. This is as much their home as it is mine and they have a right to decide who can stay here as much as I do."
I turn and walk away, folding my arms behind my head.
"What... in the name of Arceus." Cynthia whispers, genuinely awestruck, eyes wide.
"We should probably discuss sleeping arrangements." I call out as I step back into the living room, walking past my traveling companions. "I'm taking my room back, I assume that is where you have been sleeping while I was gone."
I glance over my shoulder, the 'Solunarian' girl giving me a sole nod.
"Alright. It's a king sized bed, so one of you stay with me if you want, Zinna, want to continue our sleeping arrangements?"
"I'm down-"
"I wouldn't mind having a little more room." Courtney cuts in.
Zinnia pauses and slowly glances over.
The two girls stare at each other for a long moment.
"Surely you are tired of sharing a bed, right?" Courtney states with a kind smile. "I am aware that you did so during our journey as a method to save money, but perhaps you would like to sleep alone for a change? In a space where you won't wake at every slight movement?"
"I'm a sound sleeper." Zinnia replies causing Courtney to look between her and myself. The gears in her head seem to be turning as she pieces together Zinnia's deeper feelings.
The smallest of frowns appear on the pink haired girl's face as she continues on. "Out of everyone here, you are probably going to be expanding your team the most. That means you should be well rested due to the ornery nature of dragon types. You shouldn't be tired and sluggish when dealing with them."
"I'm fine." Zinnia grits out.
"Are you truly sure?" Courtney presses.
"U-Uh... Xander, was it-" the grey skinned girl begins only to be cut off by the resident champion traveling with us.
"Excuse me." Cynthia mutters somewhere behind me; she is speaking towards the alien of the group. "I... have a few questions for you... if you wouldn't mind, of course."
"Alright. You discuss amongst yourselves. Anyways, after that, there's my old room with a twin-sized bed, the couch, and two recliners. I'm gonna goooo." I begin as I walk over to my discarded things, pick up the berries that Loki luckily hasn't eaten, and then turn and walk away.
I stand in front of a large array of tubes, beakers, Bunsen burners, vials and glass orbs. A yellow fluid being pumped through the tubes and settling in test tubes, only to be reheated and propelled from the tube and into another.
The door cracks open, revealing Courtney as she slowly walks into the room. Her eyes slowly glance to the large mess of chemistry supplies in front of me, her lips which were a disappointed and slightly annoyed frown quirking slightly in intrigue.
"What is this?" The girl mutters.
"The beakers and stuff or what's its making?" I ask with a small smirk.
"What are you making?" She clarifies.
"Oh, well, that's fairly simple. I am extracting the frost-resilience from Aspear berries I found on the mountain, then I'll see if that can be of any use. I'm simply experimenting as of right now. But if I am successful I could probably make it into some form of insulating gel better than most things currently on the market." I explain before gesturing to the much larger chemistry station just a short distance away. It looks far more specialized and neat than the smaller one, as if it only has one purpose. "That over there is extracting type energy from a set of Steel Type gems. Said type energy, when properly prepared can duplicate any metal, converting the energy into more of the metal added."
Her eyebrows raise. "Seriously?"
"Yes." I nod once.
"Does it work on any metal? Iron? Silver? What about gold?" She questions.
"Yes, yes, and yes." I answer with a single nod.
"Does it work on alloy metals?" She continues.
"Yes it does." I smirk.
"Huh..." The girl whispers. "I take it this is the method you used to create the armor for your ferroseed?"
I give her a knowing smile.
"So... you could theoretically destabilize the market." She observes.
"No. I don't think I could go that far." I mutter with a small frown. "The more useful the metal is, the more 'type energy' it needs to be created. Steel is extremely hard and durable; thus, it'd be worth more than simple tin or aluminum. Both soft metals.
I cup my chin and let out a low hum. "While we are on the topic of metals... that gives me a brief idea... do you know if anyone has done research on if the armor of a steel type pokemon effects the power of any electric type move they might use?"
"I... do not know." The girl replies with a small head shake. "The only electric steel type is Magemite, right?"
"And one electric rat from Kalos... Togatemaru or something?" I mutter.
The girl cups her chin, staring at the floor for a moment. "The theory itself is... sound... hn. That is indeed a good question. If it hasn't, I can see why it hasn't. You would first need at the very least two Magnemite, hatched at around the same time with similar parentage. But you would need to increase the sample size further if you wanted more accurate data. Making sure one of the Magnemite didn't have a genetic superiority over the other. Next you would need a fairly reasonable amount of metal to feed your magnemite."
"Magnemite actually sustain themselves on electricity. Thus making them one of the few pokemon who don't need to eat metal regularly." I cut in.
"Hn. I see. Ferroseed being another, I take it?" She hums.
"You'd be correct." I nod.
"I am not a magnemite trainer so I didn't know. Regardless, Magnemite are not typically desired as a pokemon due to their machine-like and robotic personality and their simple non-cute or cool looking appearance. Meaning that they are rarely bred. They are more of a pest pokemon in Kanto than a truly viable member of a team, much like Rattata and Beedril." The girl continues. "The Next logical step for this research, after you had originally determined if it works or not, would be to determine what metal holds the greatest conductivity and boost in power compared to the other types of metal... which would inevitably involve purchasing a lot of gold, silver, and other potentially expensive metals."
"True." I agree as I turn back to the chemistry set.
I blankly stare up at the ceiling of the dark room.
"Why are you here?" I deadpan suddenly.
The blonde woman I found myself sharing a bed with slowly looks over.
"Hm? Oh. The other two couldn't come to an agreement, and I hated to see friends fight like that, so I decided to take it amongst myself."
"…"
"Alright. Whatever." I scoff with a slight eye roll.
"So I have a few questions about the pokemon living here-"
"It's pretty late. Can we do all this tomorrow?" I suddenly ask, trying desperately to kill the conversation so I can sleep.
"I... suppose." The woman relents.
"Good Good." I state as I close my eyes. "Goodnight, Champion."
"Er... Goodnight Xander." The girl awkwardly replies, I can feel her eyes locked onto my face as I sit there in silence.
I rifle through papers with a slightly bored frown.
I haven't actually looked through all of this.
A lot of this stuff is random 'pokemon memorabilia' I bought to make my backstory more sound under scrutiny.
Boxes of old parchment, blurry photos of rare pokemon like they are some sort of cryptid- I mean, that's sort of a fair comparison to some Mythical and Legendary pokemon- hell, there's even a few fossils and plaster cast footprint of a Suicune.
That one in particular was pretty interesting.
There's also a few general 'experiment' notes, like notes on the ancient paradox pokemon... basically the step by step how 'forty years ago' my 'father' turned back the clock on the genome of ancient Pokémon.
Among the fossils, there are a few paradox fossils as well, primarily the ones I wasn't able to make in time... like Donphan, Amoongus- heh- Misdreavus, and Jigglypuff... oh. Also that one Mangeton ancient pokemon.
That being said, I do have a skull for 'Roaring Moon', some bones from Koraidon, and a small proto-Larvesta caught in amber.
Something like that should ONE HUNDRED PERCENT be in some sort of museum, but I like to keep it in the shoebox in my back room.
I am not alone, however. A pink haired girl stands behind me, looking through boxes alongside me. I don't expect us to find anything here despite the fact that all of this stuff is confirmed to be one hundred percent authentic- perhaps with some details changed to better fit my narrative. We are here now mainly to keep up appearances.
I pull out a piece of parchment with a person drawn on it.
It looks like one of those classic Japanese art pieces. The kind where they have sausage fingers that are awkwardly shaped.
The kind that merely looking at it you can faintly hear the sound of a man going 'yooooooiiii' alongside the accompaniment of that Japanese instrument that is literally just two wooden blocks on a rope.
The image of the man on the parchment looks strikingly familiar. He wears a hat atop his head, but has long hair tied in a bun behind his head, his hair seems to sweep over his left eye in a similar fashion to someone who is- or at least was the last time I checked- in this very house.
"…"
Written at the top of the page in ancient Hisuian language is a sole statement.
"Wanted. Dead or Alive. Volo of the Ginkgo Guild."
At the bottom it lists a team of pokemon.
"Beware: Vile Ghost, Roserade, Togekiss, Arcanine, Zoroark, and Earthen Shark."
The images are hastily drawn, but the first and last are unmistakably a Spiritomb and a Garchomp... and, of course, a Hisuian Arcanine and Zoroark.
"…"
"Well. This is... something." I mutter quietly, causing the pink haired girl to glance upwards.
"Hm?" She hums interestedly she looks away from the piece of paper in her hand.
I turn the parchment around to her causing the girl to blink slowly. "I don't know how to speak ancient Sinnoh... wait... is that... Cynthia's Ancestor?"
"Wanted. Dead or Alive. Volo of the Ginkgo Guild... team comprised of Spiritomb, Roserade, Togekiss, Arcanine, Zoroark- the hisuian variants- and Garchomp."
With each word the girl's eyes grow wider. "H-Huh?!"
"It's strange... how history seems to repeat itself." I mutter quietly as I take the parchment and gently place it to the side. Something to mess with Cynthia with is always a plus in my book.
"Hn." The girl hums as she looks back down to the paper in her hands.
"The Extremis Virus..." She eventually mutters before looking up. "Is this... what you have?"
"Hn?" Hum as I step over and look over her shoulder, gazing at the paper gently held in her hands.
"Oh, yeah." I confirm with a sole nod.
I should see about duplicating something like that... with my current rank in geneticist and alchemist I should have the means to make my own version.
"Don't memorize that. That's the imperfect version. I don't think my father ever wrote down the perfected formula." I reply as I go back to the box I was sorting through. "The imperfect form tends to have a tendency to... explode... whatever uses it."
"Explode?" The girl echoes.
"Like an angry Voltorb." I snort. "I saw a few notes, and originally he used the formula on plants, but all of them tended to violently blow up shortly after regenerating. So maybe don't think about copying the formula and injecting it into yourself."
"I see." The girl mutters. "I was indeed considering that. But perhaps now I will postpone my plans. I simply wanted to be more like you."
"I'll see if I can figure it out later... at least for both you and Zinnia. I wouldn't want my traveling companions to die." I wave off as I pull out photograph. This one looking far more modern than the remainder of what was in the box.
There is a photo of a white haired woman in black clothing, a blurry pink figure with a cloud instead of legs floating beside her, the photo is out of focus, the pink pokemon seeming to hold out a glowing hand towards the camera man. Seeming to proclaim that it doesn't appriciate the photography.
The woman- I am sort of assuming here as she wears a dress- also seems to have white hair that is either chin-length or tied up behind her head- like I said, blurry picture- one of the only things not obscured being her pale skin and a large fairly fancy black hat.
I lean forwards and narrow my eyes slightly. "Huh? Is that one of..."
Courtney peers over my shoulder at the picture. "Hm?"
Her gaze strays to me, then back to the Photo. "What is this?"
"A legendary pokemon. One of four genies that represent the four seasons. I'm not sure about the woman next to it, however. They seem to have some form of connection to the genie, though I'm unsure how or why. I suppose she is just another person we have to watch out for." I note as I place the picture to the side. "If she is even still alive, that is."
Courtney walks away as I continue to look through the assorted things I have laying around in this room.
'let's see here-'
*Gasp*
My train of thought is cut off by the girl behind me gasping, a small frown forms on my lips as I turn and look behind me.
She has pulled back a sheet that had been covering a large painting.
"What is it?" I question as I slowly walk over.
She simply points at the painting, eyes wide. "That woman in the photo..."
"Hn?"
I blink owlishly as I look to what she has revealed. A painting that looks roughly as old as the yellowed wanted poster, judging by the brush strokes and art style... It at the very least looks more maintained, it looks like 'my father' even had this painting aged and authenticated.
The other thing I notice is that the white haired woman in the painting seems to wear the exact same clothing as...
The one in the photograph...
I cup my chin, eyes scouring the woman's form.
That looks a lot like Cynthia, now that I look closer. A black dress, black hat, frankly her clothes make it look like she had just come out of mourning or some sort of funeral.
"What the fuck?" I lowly breathe.
The pink haired girl and I both share a quick glance before looking back to the painting.
Now that I look closer, this person also has those metal tear-drop bits on her dress... sort of like Cynthia.
She also has grey eyes. The same exact color as the resident Sinnoh champion.
'FUCK. I never played Legends Arceus! I just know the new pokemon and the general plot. Guy or girl got isekai'd from modern pokemon back five hundred years where they have to stop Cynthia's evil ancestor from doing 'something-something evil god plot'.'
'BUT THERE WAS AN IMMORTAL WOMAN?!'
'One who looks to be Cynthia's ancestor?'
What?
I let out a sole click of my tongue as I look over to the ex-magma admin. "Do you know where Cynthia is? I think she deserves to know that she has an immortal ancestor somewhere out there."
"U-Uh... no... I don't... but yeah... she... she does." The girl repeats slowly, her voice quiet as she seems to be trying desperately to comprehend the implications of this.
I let out a quiet sigh as I turn and walk out of the room.
I briefly check my watch to see just how long we had been searching through the room, but seeing a notification, I seem to have gotten an email.
My eyes skim the text with a bored frown.
Oh?
That is... interesting.
My newest research is causing quite the commotion in the community. Its like a veritable warzone with people who are strongly refuting me, and then those who are weakly supporting me as it hasn't been long enough for them to determine if my bold 'new type' discovery is nothing but hot air. It's about eighty to twenty... not in my favor.
This email here has formally invited me to a televised debate, including some of the most vocal opposing researchers... and Professor Oak.
Well, shit.
Alright. Gonna accept this. I have nothing planned for tomorrow night anyways.
It seems the talk show really wants to capitalize on this while everyone is still talking about it, leaping onto the discovery at the very peak of its debate to draw in the views. Regardless of whether or not I am lying or telling the truth.
That should be fun.
I already know exactly how I'm going to make the people refuting me look like complete buffoons.
It'll be great.
I walk through my living room, spying Klara sat on the couch, knees brought up to her chest as she watches Tv, a small frown on her face as she gives the bubbly alien girl sat next to her a cautious gaze.
The grey skinned girl, Zozzie, looks over and perks up upon seeing me. "Oh! Xander. I need to speak to you about-"
"I'm actually doing something really important right now. Can we talk in a little bit?" I cut in as I make it to the door, my hand pausing on the door handle.
"Oh..." She mutters. "Alright. Later, then."
I go to the front door and open it, then I step outside.
"XANDER!" A voice shouts.
I blink repeatedly as I watch Zinnia rush over, a feral grin on her face as blood drips down her forehead and down one of her arms.
There are large puncture wounds in a slight U shape on her arm, signifying that she has been bitten, but she doesn't even look slightly bothered.
Under her other arm is a slightly feral looking pokemon. It writhes in her grasp, seemingly trying to snap its jaws around her other arm, but with the way she is tightly holding it, it's having a little difficulty turning its head around to get her.
It is blue in color with a white underbelly, it is bipedal, with stubby little arms and legs, patches of red feathers rest on the outside of its forearms, a solid looking crest of whitish bone rests atop its head as its eyes with red pupils and yellow scleara glare hatefully around it.
She takes it with both hands, holding it out in front of her like she's a Mandril in a Disney movie atop a large rock holding out a lion cub.
"WHAT IS THIS?!" She exclaims, a maddened glint in her red eyes as the little tail-less dragon lets out a quiet 'SKREEE!' of protest.
"That... is a Bagrunt. The Dragon Dark type prehistoric form of Bagon. The name being a play on words of Bagon and Grunt... and Bagon and Runt, signifying it is the lowest evolution of its line... It evolves into Shellignant, a play on words of Shellgon and Malignant, then you have its final form, Malimence. Name comprised of Salamence and Malice." I list blandly.
"WHAT?!" The girl shrieks, sounding absolutely overjoyed.
I look to the thrashing dragon and let out a low hum. 'I didn't have enough time to breed the lust for violence out of them like I did for my Deino... fucking little shits. At least Koraidon keeps them in check. But once one of the Shellignant evolves into a Malimence they might attempt to become the alpha.'
Luckily, they are not as violent as standard Deino... borderline feral compared to a normal Bagon, mind you, but not THAT bad.
"Interestingly enough." I continue. "It seems to share a common ancestor with Deino. The two species seemed to have diverged possibly millions of years beforehand, but it is still quite close in the grand scheme of things."
"I want it!" She grins. "Can... Can I take it with me? Please Xander?"
"Sure. Why not. Why are you bleeding?"
"Oh. The little bastard bit me then headbutted me." The girl grins with a crazed look in her eye. "But I can take it! I want to train one of these things! They're feisty! The trick with training dragon types is gaining respect and this little bastards going to respect the hell out of me!"
I stare at her for a long moment before eventually replying. "Alright. Whatever. Don't bleed on my carpet."
The girl turns and rushes away with a giggle as I shake my head slightly and let out a small amused snort.
My gaze scans the cave. 'Alright. Now where is Cynthia.'
Well Well, here we are again! Just chilling underground with a load of extinct pokemon and an extra-terrestrial.
What will the group do next? What sort of pokemon will they receive from Xander (On the topic of this, I've had people be all 'NoOoOOO! DON'T HAVE HIM GIVE THEM *HIS* POKEMON HE WORKED SO HARD ON! WTFFFFF' like bitch. The planet could be FUCKING DESTROYED and you are saying that Xander should NOT pimp out his traveling companion's team? HE cant use them on his team right now, so why the FUCK shouldn't he hand them off to his teammates? You are acting like he COULDN'T just take them back whenever he wants.)
*Ahem*
Will, the Talk show go well? Will Zinnia get mauled further by her apparent new teammate? And will Zozzie ever get like 10 minutes to ask Xander about the sole reason she is even here?!
Who knows!
Guest Reviews:
Guest 001: There are a few type combinations that they REALLY need to do something with. I like Poipole as one of the only Poison-Dragon type pokemon. Most dragons are simply Dragon-flying and that's boring. Hell, there's not even a single Dragon-Bug type... DRAGONfly. It's in the fucking name! Why hasn't there been an actual dragon typed dragonfly pokemon yet?
Reader 451: Ohoho. Loki would sell someone's soul for a french fry.
Guest 002: Nah, no Tyrantrum, sadly.
Anyways, I'll see you all later!
