The Ultimate Story

Here are the stories I've written since the very beginning. I left them as original as can be. The original post dates and location of post are at the end of each capture. PE2K archive.

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>>> ABOUT: This is a Trainer's Journey inspired by URPG activity. It will mostly be following the traditional method of catching Pokemon.

Storyline 1: The Beginning​

• 01- Getting Started
• 02- Increasing My Team
• 03- Annual Tradition
• 04- Annual Tradition: Round 2
• 05- Enter the City: The Park
• 06- Enter the City: Kakuna Crisis
• 07- A Fish Out of Water
• 08- The Cause of the Fish Out of Water
• 09- Untitled Capture Attempt
• 10- The Moving Tree
• 11- Doe, a Deer, a Female Dear
• 12- Caution! Sleeping Pokemon Ahead
• 13- One Spooky Night in Saffron City
• 14- Small Vacation Time

Storyline 2: Tan Gang Incident​

• 15- Teleporting Fun
• 16- Tiny Dragon Apprentice
• 17- The Tan Gang Heist
• 18- Battle at Dragon's Pin
• 19- Three Years Ago With Uriel
• 20- The Tan Tank
• 21- Farewell, City of Dragons

Storyline 3: Detective Vs. Trainer​

• 22- Two is Better Than One
• 23- New Dawn
• 24- The First Domino
• 25- Cave In
• 26- Thirty Miles From Home
• 27- Clear Skies Ahead
  Next
• 28- Heart of a Trainer
• 29- World Premier: Big Budget Blockbuster [in IMAX 3D]
• 30- Conclusion!

Storyline 4: --​

• 31- Some kind of flashback!
• 32- Busting some Ghosts!
• 33- Gotta think of something for this special number!!

~*Pokemon Caught*~
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Storyline 1: The Beginning​

Follow new Trainer Jack, as he starts his grand Pokemon Adventure. No real main story, just a bunch of encounters to catch Pokemon.

01- Getting Started​

Spoiler

The sunlight shines through the window on the two story house and into a room where a young adult prepares some things together. He is of moderate height and weight with light brown/golden hair and sea-blue eyes. A Vulpix lies on some sheets on the floor and watches. He walks down the steps with his pack full of stuff, followed by Vulpix and greets his family. They all give him hugs and say how much they will miss him.

"Son, make us proud. We all wish you good luck."

He nods and smiles. "I will." He opens the screen door and steps out with Vulpix playfully leading the way. Only going a few feet, the door opens again.

"Jack, don't forget your hat. You never go anywhere without it."

Jack feels his head and turns with a smile on his face. He runs up and grabs his blue hat. "Thanks Mom." He quickly turns back and walks away to start his mission.

His goal is to battle and get as many badges as he can and also make some new friends along the way. And maybe even become the champion. He has been preparing ever since he was ten, learning about everything he can learn about that dealt with Pokemon. Now at age eighteen, he would put his skills and knowledge to the test. The ultimate challenge!

~*~*~​

His home is located on Route 11, the pathway between Vermillion City and Lavender Town. He heads west, toward Vermillion City. After a while of walking, at a quiet remote little area, Jack and Vulpix take a break. Vulpix lies down to take a little nap.

Jack turns his attention to the little fox Pokemon. "You seem tired. Here, come take a rest in your Pokeball." Vulpix nods and is recalled in the Pokeball. He takes out a mini-pocket organizer to look at his gym opportunities and where they are located. "Hmmm.... I think I’ll start over in the Johto League. That way, by the time I get there, I should have enough well trained Pokemon to battle with." He stands up and continues west to Vermillion, then from there, north, to Saffron City, to take the train to the Johto League.

Commentary

Spoiler

2-23-09

Wow, brings back memories. This was just a quick introduction to my character setting out. I borrowed the Kanto setting from an RP that I had joined, as well as Vulpix being my pet Pokemon. I may have been one of the few people that didn't start with Professor Oak giving me a Pokemon, heh. (Only R/B and G/S generations were released at this time.) I was still a novice writer with much to learn.

You'll see with a lot of my early stories, that I will base situations off what happened in the group or what I had accomplished. For example: the Johto League had more Gym positions filled, so I decided my character would eventually travel there.

Original Post: October 2001 @ Omega Yahoo Club

 

02- Increasing My Team​

Spoiler

After about such and such miles, Jack feels like giving up looking for Pokemon.

"You would think in a Pokemon world, they would be easier to find."

Right at that moment, the slightest noise of flapping of wings could be heard. Jack stops in his tracks and listens. It was coming from his right. Slowly, he makes his way over tree roots, through bushes and around large rocks. He peers over a red-berried bush to see a few birds, pecking at the ground for fallen berries. They were Pidgey.

"Pidgey, a great capture for the beggining trainer. That’s me. This is my chance." He was approximately twenty feet from the Pidgey, so he slowly walks out of the bushes, which grabs one of the Pidgey's attention. Jack moves his index finger over his mouth. "Shhhhh....."

The Pidgey squaks and all three Pidgey look up and over at the Trainer. Quickly, they all extend their wings and take flight. In this instint, Jack grabs his Pokeball and lets it fly. Vulpix happily comes out, all rested up.

"Vulpix, stop them from getting away with Flamethrower."

Vulpix catches sight of the Pidgey and fires a shot. The three birds seperate and dodge the fire. One of the Pidgey looks back and gives out a loud chirp noise. Another Pidgey, confused by the chirping, frantically looks around. *Rustle* *Rustle* *THUD* This Pidgey accidentally flew into the head of a tree. The other two Pidgey disappear.

Jack and Vulpix run over to the tree that Pidgey flew into. Pidgey surprizingly jumped down onto the ground a little beat-up. It knew it would have to battle it’s way out of being caught.

"Ok, another Flamethrower.”

Vulpix opens up and fires again, missing Pidgey by a couple inches. Pidgey flies up and flaps its wings causing dust and sand to fly everywhere. Jack takes his pack off and covers Vulpix from the sand. The dust clears. Now Jack was covered in sand and Vulpix was not so dirty. He gets up and looks about. To his surprize, Pidgey was over on a branch in another tree.

"Pidgey pidgey pidgey...." it says in a laughing way, mocking.

Vulpix jumps forward and growls back. Jack takes command. "Ok, use Confuse Ray to keep it from covering us in more dirt." Vulpix's eyes glow as a purplish ray hits Pidgey. Pidgey slips in confusion and falls off the branch and onto the ground. "Ok, now for Quick Attack." Vulpix rushes and smacks Pidgey. Vulpix returns to her Trainer’s side, knowing that Pidgey is to weak to battle anymore.

"Here we go. The first step to making my goal a reality." Jack releases the Pokeball from his hand and watches as Pidgey is sucked into it. He watches in awe as it wiggles around...

(-o-) Pidgey Not Captured!

Commentary

Spoiler

2-23-09

This chapter was based on a Pokedex entry from a beginning episode of the Anime. Pidgey is a common Pokemon for new Trainers to go after, so why not myself. However, the grader decided my story wasn't long enough, saying Pidgey flew away afterward. I wasn't disappointed with my first failure, because it showed me what I needed to do to catch something. After this, I worked on increasing plot development and more interesting battles.

We also get to see my sense of comical timing in writing. Similar to my character in that RP I mentioned, Jack will tend to have a sense of humor in a serious moment. When I wanted to write stories, I wanted to have a little more fun. And I'll do this throughout the story, keeping light-hearted moments in an otherwise normal situation. I was influenced a lot by the Anime.

Original Post: October 2001 @ Omega Yahoo Club

 

03- Annual Tradition​

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The Pokeball fires back at Jack as Pidgey manages to get out of its hold. No longer confused, Pidgey flaps and flaps as dust and dirt and sand goes everywhere. Pidgey flies away into the forest, not taking any more chances.

The dust clears and Jack notices that Pidgey is gone. Vulpix and Jack look at each other with a hint of disappointment.

"Good try Vulpix. You did your best and that's all I ask for." Vulpix gives out a shout. "Now let's find that Pidgey before it gets away and becomes healthier." The two follow it in a southern direction.

An hour passes by and the Pidgey was nowhere to be seen. Jack did see some Rattata but because they were a family, Jack didn't have the heart to separate them by trying to catch one. He takes a sip of water from a bottle and then gives some to Vulpix. Jack looks around, blocking the sun with his hand.

Vulpix’s ears perk up. "Vulpix vull..."

Jack looks down at her and into the direction she was looking in. "You hear something over there?" Vulpix nods and runs off to the sound. Jack quickly puts his bottle in his pack and follows the quick running fox. "Slow down Vulpix, wait for me!" He jumps over a small log then abruptly stops.

Ahead of him, at the clearing was a kid, not much younger that Jack, and a Charmander with him. The Charmander was firing fire into the air. Jack moves closer to see what it was shooting at. It was a Farfetch'd. The Charmander fires Flamethrower into the air. Farfetch'd dodges and zooms down to the ground with a furious thrust of its leek called Fury Attack. Charmander is poked in the eye and falls down. Farfetch'd backs off and flies away to safety.

The kid begins to cry but notices a Vulpix sitting ever so cute near Charmander. "Wow! A Vulpix. I know just what to do." The kid reaches into his pocket....

Jack runs out and leaps in front of Vulpix. "Oh no. This one is mine."

The kid pulls out some food. "I merely wanted to feed it. I'm not here for a Vulpix anyway." Vulpix nibbles at the soft pokefood happily. The kid recalls his Charmander. "My name's Gregory."
"I'm Jack. That was a fine battle you had there. That Farfetch'd sure was rough."

Gregory begins to walk away. "Now I have to wait another day."

Curiously, Jack walks with him. "Why?"

"Every year, Farfetch'd fly by my house. A big company pays us lots of money to catch one each year. They say they are doing this for some sort of study. Charmander is the only Pokemon my family has and now that its eye is hurt, we have to wait till tomorrow. In a few days, the guy will be here to collect the Farfetch’d that we caught. They pay us a lot of money and my family depends on me to do this."

They approach a large cottage, well decorated with an expensive look to it. Gregory walks up the steps and opens the door.

Jack stays at the bottom of the steps with Vulpix. "May I help you catch one?"

Gregory looks at him. "Sure. Come on in."

Jack smiles and follows him into his nice house, recalling Vulpix for a rest. He spends the day with Gregory's family while Charmander heals its eye. They talk and talk and sooner than they realize, night time comes. Now everyone goes to sleep, ready for the Farfetch'd fun the next day.

Jack thinks while laying on the extra bed in the guest bedroom. o O (If I help him catch a Farfetch'd then he can show me where more are so I can catch one for myself. A good deed gets good results.) O o

The next day has come. The dew has been evaporated from the grass by the rays from the sun. The forest gleams with life after a good nights rest.

Gregory steps through the house door. He sees Jack, sitting on the steps, staring into the trees. Vulpix is curled up by his side, taking the strokes of his pets. Gregory joins him, and sits down. "Ready?"

Jack blinks as his silence is disrupted. He stops petting Vulpix and slowly turns to look at Gregory. "Yeah, I'm good to go." Jack stands and follows Gregory. They march off, to find a Farfetch'd. While they march and search around, Jack remembers last night's discussion.

Last night....
Jack sits down on the sofa after eating one of the best meals since leaving home. Gregory sits on a recliner opposite him.

"Hey Gregory," Jack starts, "Now I said I would help and here's how it's gonna to happen. Since Farfetch'd can fly, you must disable it somehow. Because as long as a bird can fly, it can get away and escape. So here is what I prepose that you do." Jack explains his idea on what Charmander should do. Gregory listens then comments back. Finally, after an hour, the plan is set.
"Thanks Jack for your help. I'm sure that tomorrow I will come back with a Farfetch'd." Jack nods.

~*~*~​

Today...

Gregory, Charmander, Jack and Vulpix take their time in the forest. No need to walk fast and miss an area. They check everywhere within their sights.

At a little path, Jack searches one side and Gregory searches the other. Charmander looks down the dirt path and is stunned.

"Char char mander char..."

Gregory looks down to Charmander then down the path where it is pointing. Jack does the same. And to everyone's amazement, two, count them, two Farfetch'd were walking down the path, tossing their leeks to each other. The pair of birds notice the trainers and Pokemon and stop. Nobody moves . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

"Achoo!" Jack sneezes. He had to sneeze.

The Farfetch'd split up, one going to one side of the path, the other to the other side. Gregory follows the one that went on his side while Jack follows the one that went his way.

"What a great time to sneeze, huh Vulpix. Now we have to chase it." Jack pushes through bushes, occasionally getting scratched by a branch. He could make out Farfetch'd's motion, just barely. But what Jack didn't notice is the uprooted root just ahead. His foot catches he goes down to the grassy ground. Luckily, the Farfetch'd was only a few feet infront of him, resting from the flight on a tree stump. It catches sight of the fallen trainer.

Jack looks up as Vulpix lands next to him, ready to battle. "Ok Vulpix, Flamethrower." Vulpix opens up and *BAM* the flamethrower hits the stump. Farfetch'd jumps a split second before the fire came out. It runs off, saving its energy for a long flight.

Jack picks himself off the ground, feeling his leg a little soar. "Come on, let's move in front of it."

Vulpix was way ahead of him. Running and running at the side, in the bushes out of Farfetch'ds sight. Vulpix jumps out of the bushes and right in front of Farfetch'd. Vulpix growls. Farfetch'd stops and raises its leek.

Jack had caught up just in time, behind Farfetch’d with Vulpix on the far opposite side. "Vulpix, watch for the leek."
Farfetch'd smacks Vulpix in the head with its leek. Vulpix shakes around. She growls again, waiting for the word.

"Go on, Tackle it."

Vulpix understands and rushes forward with a Quick Attack. Farfetch'd rubs off the pain and quickly retaliates. The leek hits Vulpix many times and wears her down quite a bit.

"Disable the flying, remember the plan."

Farfetch'd had its leek in a defense position. Vulpix's eyes faintly glow as a ray of light-purple heads for the bird and absorbs into it. Farfetch'd looks around, dazed, with little question marks over its head.

"Alright, confusing it worked. Now for step two." Before step two could happen, Farfetch'd began to take off.

Jack panics. "Forget step two, Fire Spin."

Vulpix steps forward and unleashes a line of fire that turns into a tornado Fire Spin attack. Farfetch'd becomes engulfed into the fire. It dies down and Farfetch'd lands on the ground, all burnt up. It tries to kick up some dust but the ground was grassy and even if there was dirt, Farfetch'd was too weak to try. Still confused, it keeps scratching the grass.
"Quick attack."

Vulpix rushes in and knocks Farfetch'd for a final attack. Farfetch'd was down.

He takes out one of his many Pokeballs. "Great effort Vulpix. But now it's my turn once again." He throws out the Pokeball and watches the upsidedown, confused, burnt Farfetch'd go into the ball at contact. Vulpix runs to Jack's side as they both await the outcome of this attempt...

(-o-) Farfetch’d Not Captured!

Commentary

Spoiler

2-23-09

If I wrote this now, it would probably be twice as long. heh. Anyway, I don't continue going after Pidgey because I wasn't sure if I could (since the Grader said it flew away). But I wanted a flying Pokemon, so I decided to try for Farfetch'd.

This is the first time I thought about a plot and turn it into a capture. I felt simply finding another Pokemon would be too boring, and too similar to my first failed attempt. I failed here because I didn't give Farfetch'd enough of a chance during the fight.

Original Post: November 2001 @ Omega Yahoo Club

 

04- Annual Tradition: Round 2​

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Jack blinks many times, in shock that the Farfetch'd manages to escape the Pokeball. This was a shock, he thought Farfetch'd was his, most definitely. But he failed another capture. Jack stares at the bird in front of him, just barely standing.

"How could this be? Could Farfetch'd still have some strength left?"

"Fetch far far."

Jack points out to the Farfetch'd and looks down at Vulpix. Vulpix, sitting next to him, looks up. "Ok Vulpix, we must never give up. I have faith in you." Vulpix gives a happy shout in which Jack can only smile. Vulpix jumps out in front, ready to go again. "We may fail but nothing can keep us from trying again and again. You will see, persistence will pay off." He had a little fire in his eye. If he was going to get all the badges, he first needs to master the skill of catching Pokemon.

Farfetch'd stood on the ground, next to the failed Pokeball. It looks at the Trainer and his Pokemon. At the moment, Farfetch'd is too weak to fly away.

"Get ready..."

"Hey Jack! I found you." He looks back to see Gregory running over to him. He was holding a Pokeball in his hand. Gregory stops. "I...did...it."

"Slow down. Catch your breath first."

Gregory takes a deep breath. "That’s better." He raises his arm to show a Pokeball. "Look, I caught a Farfetch'd. It was very easy when I used that plan of yours." Gregory looks at Vulpix, who was still in a battle ready leap. "Oh, did I interrupt something?"

Jack nods. "Yep. I'm in a battle with this wild Farfetch'd."

Gregory looks over at the Farfetch'd. "Ok, but I hope you don't do what I think you are going to do."

Jack turns away from him, not hearing what he said, but still asking, “Huh?” While they were talking, Farfetch'd was stretching, gaining some strength every stretch. Now that Farfetch'd is a little bit stronger, it could flap its wings and take off into the air.

Jack folds his arms, looking back at the battle. "You can run Farfetch'd, but you can't hide. So you may as well save your energy, 'cause you'll need it. Vulpix go!"

Vulpix leaps forward and rushes at Farfetch'd. She jumps up for a hit but misses.

"Physical attacks won't work while it's in the air. So fire it is. Flamethrower."

Vulpix fires into the air but Farfetch'd dodges it. Farfetch'd then speeds up even faster than before, becoming twice as fast. The first Flamethrower came no where near Farfetch'd; but the next one does, which singes the left wing. Now it couldn't fly fast to evade the Flamethrower. Farfetch'd turns around in mid-air and smacks Vulpix with a Slash attack. Vulpix falls but quickly regains position. Farfetch'd stops in mid flight and kicks up some nearby dirt. It covers over Vulpix and some slip into her eyes, which blinds Vulpix temporarily. Farfetch'd lands next to Vulpix and Pecks her side.

Jack thinks.........."Ah-ha! Vulpix, spin-around and fire away."

Vulpix's eyes slowly open but not enough to see clearly; the sand is still there. Farfetch'd steps back as Vulpix spins around, firing Flamethrower in all directions. Farfetch'd prepares to jump but the fire hits ‘em first. The duck-bird lands next to a tree. Vulpix blinks as the sand in her eyes begins to disappear.

"I knew it would work," Jack states.

Gregory watches, not liking this at all.

Farfetch'd shakes its body and tries to stand. It quickly counter-rushes the fox Pokemon. *SmackSmackSmack* Vulpix weakens from the hits but has enough energy to jump to the side, avoiding the next hit from its leek. She opens her mouth and releases a large Flamethrower that blasts Farfetch'd over to a small patch of hard dirt. Vulpix runs over to it, staying some feet away, and growls. Jack and Gregory follow.

Farfetch'd lay on the ground, worn out, reaching for its leek that lay inches away. Jack pulls out a Pokeball. "One more time." He winds up but Gregory holds his arm.

"No, you can't."

Jack shoves him to get his arm free. "You did, so why can't I?" Jack uses his free arm and throws the Pokeball at Farfetch'd. Farfetch'd grabs its leek just before being sucked into the Pokeball. Vulpix stops growling and all three keep their eyes on the moving Pokeball...

(-o-) Farfetch’d Caught!

Commentary

Spoiler

2-23-09

So, I was told to add more battle, and I did. I really like how it came out too, and Farfetch'd's leek added some good attack combos. Needless to say, I was thrilled to have my first Pokemon.

Originally, I was going to have Team Rocket appear after this capture, as the business that buys the Farfetch'd, but I scrapped that idea because it felt so unoriginal. And I didn't really want to have TR in my story.

Original Post: November 2001 @ Omega Yahoo Club

 

05- Enter the City: The Park​

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The wait didn't take long. The Pokeball stops. Farfetch'd was his. Jack runs over to the Pokeball and picks it up off the ground. He takes a moment to look at it.

"My first capture. Indeed a great one." He looks over a Vulpix. "A great battle deserves a rest." Vulpix is recalled into the Pokeball for a nap. He walks back toward Gregory.

Gregory lowers his head. "You can't capture Farfetch'd. The researchers said only my family can catch them. You have to give me that Farfetch'd right now."

Jack is shocked. "No way! I caught it fair and square. Besides, they don't know that I caught one, right?"

Greogory shoots back. "But I have to report everything that happens, including captures by other Trainers. You won’t understand." The argument lasted about five minutes. Jack keeps Farfetch'd but Gregory is going to tattle on him.

That night, Jack slept quickly at Gregory’s house.

The next morning came and Jack left as fast as he could, that was, after the energizing breakfast Gregory’s family had prepared. He felt full and happy. After a couple hours, he could barely see the top of a building over some trees.

"Vermillion City, I made it."

With the extra energy, Jack ran to the city. In no time at all, he reached the sidewalk of Vermillion City, the great port city in Kanto. He walked down the cement path until he ended up at a street corner.

"It's been a while since I've been here. Sure looks different." He then noticed a park, with trees and a lake and children playing and having fun. He tries to remember. "I don't remember any park."

Crossing the street, he heads over to the park to check it out. It looked about half mile on each side. It was very nice and clean. He strolled down a small path, letting bicyclists go by and other Trainer’s walking their Pokemon. There was a lot of activity for such a small park. But what grabbed his attention the most was the fact that there were plenty of Pokemon, everywhere. "Pidgey, Rattata, um, oh, a Caterpie..." He walks by the lake. "Magikarp, Goldeen....” He then spots a 'No Fishing' sign. "Oh well." Then he saw something else that caught his attention. "Is that a Kakuna?" Yep, a Kakuna was up in the tree above him. It was sleeping while grabbing hold of the thick branch. Jack takes out a Pokeball.

"Hold it." An officer steps next to him. "Catching Pokemon in this park is prohibited between the hours of six in the morning and nine at night. You’ll have to wait young man.”
Jack sighs. Kakuna would make a great Pokemon for his team. A Beedrill would help him. And they are cool. But the park rule was in the way. Only thing he could do was wait until nine at night.

He points at Kakuna. "I promise to be back tonight." Jack walks away as Kakuna opens one of its eyes.

After lunch at a small fast food joint across from the park, Jack searches his handheld organizer for the Pokemart. He found the directions and walked into the rather large old-fashioned building. He was window shopping inside the store.

"Look at all this selection. Even Pokemon for sale. Where’s the challenge of buying Pokemon. Nope. I have to catch my Pokemon. It’s the traditional way of the Trainer."

The person at the cash register looked upon the customer. "You wouldn't happen to be a new Trainer, would you?" Jack turns around and nods. The person puts a Pokedex on the counter. "If you want it, here you go."

“For free?”

“Yes. We had a shipment come in yesterday direct from the Pokemon League. We were told to hand them out to any new Trainers that wanted one.”

Jack walks to the counter and takes the Pokedex and smiles. "Thanks." Even though he may never use it, he knows to never turn down free stuff that might come in handy.

After exploring the Pokemart, Jack wanders around the city and eventually ends up at the Pokecenter. Now he must wait until night.

~*~*~​

Night time has come. The moon shines brightly in the night sky. There were hardly any clouds so the stars were seen throughout the sky. The buildings turn on their lights, so business can go on. Many citizens head home to rest from whatever they did when the sun was out. But some people stay out and try their luck at the park to catch whatever may be available that night. And it’s not only the park, but the whole city too.

Jack steps into the park. A few light poles light up the park pathways. The bright moonlight above lights everything the poles can't reach. Darkness was a wonderous thing at night, and sometimes lovely.

"I need to find some Pokemon to catch." He remembers watching the television at the Pokecenter. A commercial advertised for a Tournament to be here in Vermillion City. "I have two Pokemon, I need six. So I need four more Pokemon to catch." He was determined to be in the tournament, knowing he wouldn’t win, but he can’t miss this opportunity. He was ready to catch almost anything at this point.

Walking, walking, walking. During the day their were many Pokemon. But now, their were none to be found. After a while, Jack steps off of the path and onto the dew covered grass. No Pokemon were wandering around. "Maybe they are in these trees."

*CRASH* A person accidentally runs into him. "Ow..." The person apologizes and continues on. Jack steps forward but notices something on the ground. With closer inpection, it's a flashlight. The person must have dropped it. He picks it up. "I could use this. Thanks mysterious person whom I'll never see again." He shines the light into the nearest tree. Nothing. He switches to another tree. Nada.

Suddenly, a sticky string is shot and lands on the back of Jack's head and hat. Jack feels the coldness with his hand. "It's String Shot." He turns around and shines his flashlight in the tree he had previously searched. There, a Spinarak hangs from a branch. It spits out another sticky string and hits the Trainer’s shoes.

Jack becomes angry. "That is plain rude. Never shoot anyone in the back without them knowing, that's the cowards way." He wipes off the String Shot and steps out of range. He then selects a Pokeball and throws it out. Vulpix comes out yawning, with wide eyes adjusting to the darker day. "Use Flamethrower on that string." Vulpix opens up and fires at the string. Due to Spinarak's slowness, the string with which it was hanging from burns up. Spinarak falls to the ground. Vulpix quickly leaps forward and hits Spinarak right after it lands on the ground. It sails in the air and lands at the base of a tree with its legs. Spinarak climbs up the tree to escape from Vulpix.

"Hmmm, fire is no good, I don't want to put the tree on fire. How about Confuse Ray. Do it."

Vulpix nods as her eyes glow purple. The purple ray moves out and hits Spinarak as it almost makes it to the leafy part of the tree. Spinarak's eyes were squiggly. @[email protected]

"Now, Quick Attack the tree."

Vulpix rushes forward and smacks the tree with her side. The confused Spinarak lets go of the bark and falls to the ground. Upon hitting the ground, Spinarak became confused no more. It fought back with Psychic. The waves hit Vulpix with much pain. Vulpix weakens as Spinarak jumps on her and grabs tightly. It glows as the energy is sucked from Vulpix to itself. (Leech Life and Constrict at same time).

Jack didn't know what to do; he almost wanted to go out and kick the spider off her. "Shake it off." Vulpix used as much strength and shook and shook until Spinarak finally let go. "Fire Spin." Vulpix turns around and lets the fire tornado loose. Spinarak is caught off-guard and stuck in the middle. As the fire closed in, Spinarak quickly shot a line up and luckily it hit a branch. Spinarak follows the string up and barely makes it out of the fire.

"Wow! That's Amazing." Jack looks to Vulpix. "Take it down."

She fires, not at the line, but straight at Spinarak. It was a weak Flamethrower but did the job as Spinarak fell to the grass once again. Spinarak, all burnt up, sucks it then fires out a circular spider web. It lands over Vulpix and traps her to the ground. Jack starts to run over to Vulpix to free her, but Spinarak fires a String Shot purposely missing as a warning. It inches closer to Vulpix who is too weak to even do a fire attack.

"Good try Vulpix. Return." Spinarak jumps on the web as Vulpix is returned. "Next." His second Pokemon, Farfetch'd comes out.

"Far?"

Spinarak quickly notices its new 'friend'. It steps forward as Farfetch'd runs at it. Poison Sting is fired but Farfetch'd holds up its wing to block it from hitting his face.

"Farfetch'd, you need to wait until I give you a command. It's too tired to battle you, so use Agility with Slash and you should be fine."

Farfetch'd looks into its Trainers’ eyes. He nods in agreement. Farfetch'd dashes from one side to another as Poison Sting misses continuously. Farfetch'd moves up close to Spinarak and...*Smack* ...pecks Spinarak on the back extra hard. Spinarak falls down, collapsing from the heat of the battle.

"I don't think that was a Slash but oh well." Jack takes out an open Pokeball but remembers one of Farfetch’d’s attacks. "Oh yeah. Use False Swipe." Farfetch'd walks up to the exhausted Spinarak. He raises his leak and slashes downward, releasing a light blue power on Spinarak. (Imagine False Swipe kinda like Bladebeam from FF7. ) Spinarak attempts to rise up but falls back down as Farfetch'd Leers into its spider eyes.

"Now I can go." Jack threw the Pokeball forward and watched as Spinarak was sucked in. Farfetch'd stood next to the ball as it rocked back and forth....

(-o-) Spinarak Captured!

Commentary

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2-23-09

The scene at the Pokemart is quite true, and I still hold that opinion hardily. A Trainers job is to catch Pokemon: buying a Pokemon and using it for battle would be shameful. This is why all my Pokemon in the URPG are obtained through stories. Also, back then when new players were accepted, they were handed a Pokedex, this was my way of gaining it.

The part where I mention the tournament will come into play again. At the same time in the URPG, a tournament was being started. I really didn't have enough Pokemon to enter at the time. Nor had I had a single battle yet (and I won't until my forth capture).

Again, I enjoy my subtle play at humor here, especially with the flashlight. Like Pidgey, I gave Spinarak a playful attitude where he'd attack someone for fun. This is also when I realized how easy a battle would be with a type advantage, which is why I limited fire usage. I think from here on out, I never use a type advantage in battle.

Why Spinarak? I don't really know. I think it's cause I wanted something with String Shot to be used in future written battles. I'm still at the point where I'm writing for easy to catch Pokemon. Maybe since G/S introduced the night/day timing, my only choices were Hoothoot or Spinarak... and I already had a flying Pokemon.

Original Post: November 2001 @ Ultimate Yahoo Club

 

06- Enter the City: Kakuna Crisis​

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Farfetch'd pecked at the Pokeball as it came to a halt. Farfetch'd grabs it with his beak and hops over to Jack and drops it on the ground just before him.

Jack looks down at Farfetch'd who was pecking the motionless Pokeball. "Thanks Farfetch'd," he said with a smile. Jack bends down and picks up the Pokeball with one hand and pets Farfetch'd on the head with the other. Upon standing up, Jack decides to keep Farfetch'd out for a while to get to know him better. Together the two walk around the park and eventually find a bench. Jack puts his pack down and sits.

"Farfetch'd," he pulls a name brand Popcorn bag from his pack, "do you like unpopped Popcorn?"

"Far!" Farfetch'd exclaims happily and interested at the same time.

Jack smiles. "Would you like some?" Farfetch'd nods. Jack reaches into his pack and pulls out a handy-dandy bowl that happens to be in there. He opens a bag and pours some kernels into the bowl. Jack places the bowl on the ground and Farfetch'd hops over to it. He pecks at the food.

He opens the Pokeball containing Spinark. Spinarak comes out and lands on the ground. Jack looks up at the bright moon. "Farfetch'd, Spinarak, I didn't mean to battle you so hard out in the forest. I'm sure you know why I did it. I'm sure all Pokemon know about Trainers and what they do."

Farfetch'd looks up at his new trainer for a couple of seconds then continues eating the kernals. Spinarak stares at the moon also.

"I'm sure we will make a great team. And no matter what, I'll be there to protect you guys and I hope you guys will protect me." He looks down at his Pokemon. "Just thought I'd let you know that."

Farfetch'd finishes the kernals and hops onto the bench and stands right next to Jack feeling a lot of trust for this Trainer. Spinarak looks at Jack's face, sucks in air, then fires out an extra gooey Spider Web.

"Spinarak," it says in a very laughing way.

Jack looks at the web in his face. "You think this is funny?" He now understands this humorous spider and can’t help by laugh. "A jokester, huh? Like spraying people with your web? That's fine, but no more on me or any of my Pokemon. But I must say, your Spider web was perfectly round and hit me right down the middle. Good aim." Jack, Farfetch'd and Spinarak have a good laugh.

A good ten minutes pass by. It's about 10:30. Spinarak was now in Jack's lap and Farfetch'd was lying next to him. Both were sound asleep. He has gained the trust of his new Pokemon.

"Oowwwwwweeeeee.....!!!"

Jack perks up after being in a dazed state of mind. About one-hundred yards to his right there were a group of people of various age and gender. Jack, who is very curious about what happens around him, returns the two sleeping Pokemon and runs over to the group where the noise must have come from. He looks through the group of about twelve. There is a guy with a cut on his arm, crying on the ground.

"That stupid Kakuna. *SNIFF* Now I'll be in the hospital all week." A few unpolite words are shouted.

"Here," another guy gives him a bottle. "It's Antidote."

“But.... that’s for Pokemon.” The injured guy pours it on his cut. "Ahhhh!! It burns!" He continues cursing.

Jack asks the question. "What happened?"

A lady answers without turning around and points at the tree that was infront of them. "See that Kakuna? We tried to get it down but it wouldn't. So Klyde climbed up to grab it. He pulled and it finally let go. That's when it used Poison Sting on him. Poor Klyde..."

"Kakuna?" Jack looks at the tree and the spot on the tree where Kakuna was hanging on to. It was the exact tree and exact Kakuna that he saw during the day. He squeezes through the people and nears the Kakuna. It had a large gash on one side. Jack gasps. "How did it get that gash?”

“After it attack Klyde, we were mad and Joseph slashed it with his Bowie Knife.”

“What? That’s cruel. This Pokemon needs to get to the Pokecenter, and fast."

A guy holding a big knife, probably Joseph, comments, "After my little girl catches it, then we will take it to the Pokecenter." The little girl’s Pokemon, Eevee, snorts, preparing to battle Kakuna.

Jack couldn't believe what he had just heard. "Are you insane? This Kakuna can't battle in this condition. If you use any attack on it, you would hurt it tremedously."

The father figure steps forward behind his little daughter, probably six years old. "When a Pokemon attacks a human, almost hitting my daughter, this is what they get. Don't tell me how to run my life. My daughter is going to catch her first Pokemon. Step aside young man."

Jack grabs a Pokeball and out comes Spinarak. "Play your sticky tricks on them." Spinarak cheers up, very excited that Jack is allowing it. Spinarak fires his web all over the people. Jack quickly snatches Kakuna in his arms. After seeing the group covered in web, Jack recalls Spinarak and runs off.

"Let's see....if I came from this way, the Pokecenter should be that way." Jack thought of a something corny. “Run, run, as fast as I can, you can't stop me I'm the Pokemon saving man.”

He enters the Pokecenter, and sums it up to Nurse Joy. She immediately takes Kakuna to the emergency room. Knowing this would take a while, He finds a room and doses off to sleep.

Next morning, Jack wanders around the Pokecenter. Nurse Joy shows him to the Kakuna. It was resting on a stretcher with some tubes hooked to it.

"Kakuna's shell was mildly hurt but it is just enough to be serious. Thanks to you bringing it here so fast, and with our treatment, the gash should be back to normal in about two days." Nurse Joy saddens. "But there's a problem. Kakuna needs strength and energy to use Harden so it can help repair the shell on it’s own. The tests show it has lots of energy but it won't use any, like it has given up. If Kakuna doesn't fix its shell on his own.....oh, I don't even want to think about it."

Jack watches Kakuna, lying still, not even trying to get better. "I didn’t go through all that for Kakuna to give up. Let me try." Joy nods. He enters the room and finds a chair next to the stetcher. Kakuna still doesn't move.

"Hi Kakuna. Feeling better I see. Aren't you glad I brought you here?" A minute of awkward silence. "Ok....Nurse Joy told me that you won't Harden to fix up your cocoon. You know if you don't heal that shell of yours, you may not be here too long. And I want to see you get better." He pauses for any reactions. None. "Now, I can't force you to get better, I'm here to suggest you save yourself. If not for me, then for yourself. You have much to live for. You never even experienced evolving into a Beedrill. Don’t you want to fly?" Kakuna still does nothing. Jack thinks and thinks. *Light Bulb* "Is it because of those people in the forest?" Kakuna moves its eyes and looks at Jack. "I understand. If I were in your spot and about to be caught by those people, I wouldn't want to go back either. But you hafta understand, not all trainers or the parents of those trainers are like that. Me for instance, I care about Pokemon. That father didn't care that you were hurt, he just wanted to see his daughter catch her first Pokemon. That’s why I know if I saw him again, I could beat his Pokemon in a battle. I...."

Nurse Joy steps in and motions for Jack. He nods and reaches for his Pokeballs and releases Vulpix, Farfetch'd and Spinarak. "Guys, help convince this Kakuna to heal its wound. I'll be back." He exits the room.

Joy hands Jack a paper. "I did some research while you were in there and found that most Kakuna that sustain an injury like that don't last very long. Two days on average. So in two days, either it will be fully healed or... or... dead."

He stops reading and looks into the room as he notices Kakuna shimmer slightly.

"That...." Joy catches it too and smiles. “Kakuna used Harden. I don’t know what you did in there but thanks to you, I think everything will be fine.”

Jack runs back into the room and hugs all his Pokemon. "Thanks everyone. And thanks Kakuna. I knew you could do it." He wipes his eyes before they tear, recalls his Pokemon. Kakuna uses another Harden.

The next day moves by rather fast. Jack has decided to stay and see what happens to Kakuna. During the wait, Jack mostly slept or played with his Pokemon at the center. Now it approached night once again. After dinner, his Pokemon fell asleep in the room they were set up in. He walks back over to Kakuna for a short check up. Watching from the window, the hole looked much smaller than it was that very afternoon. Harden was working.

"By morning it should be gone." Nurse Joy said as she passed by. Jack smiles and walks back to his room where he surfed the Internet, then dozed off to sleep after that.

The second morning at Vermillion City arrives. Jack is up bright and early. His Pokemon are still asleep on the bed across from him. He quietly tip-toes back to the emergency room. Looking through the glass window at Kakuna, he notices the hole is gone.

"Whatever you and your Pokemon did over this past couple days, it worked." Joy says, sneaking up from behind. "Kakuna had a full recovery as of 3:00 in the morning. It’s shell is still a little soft but I need the room for my other severely injured Pokemon. So I would appreciate it very much if you let it go back in the wild.”

But Jack has another idea. He sits down on the chair next to Kakuna's stretcher. He spoke softly since he had just woken up. "Glad to see you've had a full recovery. Now is the time for your choice." He places an empty Pokeball on the stretcher. “You can come with me if you want or you can go back to the wild to be caught by some other person. Or maybe that same person. It is your choice and I will not force you to chose one or the other. I'll give you some time to think about it." He smiles and exits, heading back to his own room. He recalls his sleeping Pokemon, packs his things, and heads out to the waiting room.

Nurse Joy enters from around the corner, seeing Jack. "That was quick. Have you moved Kakuna?"
Jack leans back in the sofa and kicks his feet on the table. "I’m letting it have some thinking time.”

Twenty minutes pass by. Jack walks over to the window to see what Kakuna chose. Jack looks into the room and sees.....

(-o-) Kakuna Captured!

Commentary

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2-23-09

I believe this is the first story to not have a battle for the Pokemon. I took a big risk in writing this sympathetic story, but felt for a weak Kakuna that it would be enough. The speech to Kakuna still gets me pretty emotional. Imagine all the terrible treatment of Pokemon in the world. Even on something so weak. True to my character, I myself am disgusted with poor treatment of Pokemon. They deserve an honest Trainer, which is what I tried to show here.

I go for Kakuna instead of Weedle because I wanted it to evolve faster. And five loses would be better than ten. As you'll see in the next story, I finally have my first battle. Yay!

Original Post: December 2001 @ Ultimate Yahoo Club

 

07- Fish Out of Water​

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Jack looks into the room and sees the Kakuna was not on the stretcher anymore. His eyes widened as he hopes what he is thinking has happened. Jack walks into the room, and searches around, to see if Kakuna was hiding, or if the window was open. After not finding him, Jack looks at the Pokeball then picks it up with his right hand. "Come on out Kakuna." The Pokeball opens and right before Jack's eyes was Kakuna. Yep, Jack has a new friend for his journey, and a good one too. Kakuna would help be a great addition.

After about ten minutes, Jack grabs his bag, some snacks, and heads out the door. He takes a flyer from his pocket out and looks at it. It’s about the tournament coming soon. He has four Pokemon now, and he needs two more just to enter. Jack knows he won't win the contest or even win one of the high prizes, he just wants to gain the whole experience of Pokemon battling. He may even do better than he thinks he would.

A girl stops Jack on the sidewalk outside the Pokecenter. "Wanna battle?" Jack was excited. His first battle. He accepts.

“Do we battle here?”

“No, silly. At the field next to the Pokecenter. I’ll show you.”

*cue 3v3 battle with Gurl53092*

Jack returns to the Pokecenter and slams the door behind him. He had lost the battle royally. Not one of her Pokemon were defeated. Nurse Joy nods and takes Jack's Pokemon for a quick healing and check up.

Jack uses this time to think about the battle. o O (How could I have won? Her Pokemon were much stronger than mine and she had all the advantages. Well, I shouldn't blame myself. I am new at this after all. Besides, my Pokemon did their best and that's all I can ask for.) O o

The Pokemon are returned later. Nurse Joy heads back to continue her busy work of helping sick and injured Pokemon. Jack gets up off the chair he had been sitting in and heads back out of the Pokecenter. "No more battles until I get my minimal requirements for that tourney." Jack marches down the street, not letting anything distract him from his train of thought.

On the west, outside of Vermillion City, there are trees and trees and, look, some more trees. Some trees have small bushes around them, while other trees have large bushes. A single river flows through the west land which runs into the Vermillion City bay area. Very peaceful indeed.

"I'm sure there are Pokemon I can catch over here." He searches high and low, around the trees, under rocks, over hills, in the bushes.

"Karp karp magikarp."

Jack raises his head to the direction of the cries. He jumps over a bush and lands on the lowered dirt. "A Magikarp? On land?" Magikarp was jumping up and down, flopping every which way. Faintly, Jack could hear rushing water not to far from him. "So, you've fallen out of the water huh?" Jack thought for a second about helping this poor Magikarp back into the water but had a different idea. This could be his fifth Pokemon, one step closer to entering in the tourney. Jack grabs his Pokeball containing Farfetch'd and throws it out.

"Far."

"I need this Magikarp," he mutters to himself. "Farfetch'd, Fury Attack."

Farfetch'd runs forward with his webbed feet. Magikarp jumps up into the air. Farfetch'd stops underneath Magikarp, who falls down with a Tackle slap, and hits Farfetch'd.

“Slash it back!”

Farfetch'd slashes down with its leek and strikes Magikarp hard. "Karppp!" Magikarp does a tricky spin and smacks Farfetch'd with its tail. Farfetch'd growls angrily and furiously smacks Magikarp with its leek (Fury Attack). Magikarp splashes around no more. ".......kaarrrrp......" Farfetch'd begins to kick up sand onto Magikarp.

Jack grabs an empty Pokeball. He motions to Farfetch'd to stop. Farfetch'd uses his blade beam False Swipe then backs away from Magikarp. "Pokeball..." The Pokeball sails through the air and sucks up the Magikarp with ease. It hits the ground and rolls around while the red light flickered on and off....

(-o-) Magikarp Caught!

Commentary

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2-23-09

So this is when I start putting in my URPG battles. Every battle I had, I would list it in the story to take the place. And I did lose pretty bad. I chose to do this rather than write actual battles, because I didn't think it would add anything to the story. Eventually I stop listing them because my computer deleted the file and I lost my list of whom I faced.

I can't help but laugh at my description of the forest. Look, some trees! A lot of my early descriptions are pretty basic, or simply making fun of cliches.

The tournament is mentioned again, giving me plot reasons to go out and catch Pokemon. In my mind, I thought it would be funny to see a Magikarp splashing around on land. It's something bizarre that nobody would think about, heh. Of course, then you wonder why is it on the land. Which leads to the next story.

Now, you may have wondered about False Swipe. I use it again. At the same time I was in the URPG, I was in another Pokemon RP at Yahoo. The battles there were all about lowering HP and getting the Pokemon as close to fainting to make it easier to capture. So whenever I used Farfetch'd, I'd use that attack to make it clear to the grader that the Pokemon had hardly any health left. Not sure how well it influenced them, though. I was also playing FF7 at the time.

Original Post: December 2001 @ Ultimate Yahoo Club

 

08- The Cause of the Fish Out of Water​

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The Pokeball stops shaking around. The land Magikarp is his. Jack quickly runs over to the Pokeball and grabs it from the ground. “Yes, one more to go.” He looks down at Farfetch’d. “Great job Farfetch’d. But next time let me call the attacks instead of you deciding to use them on your own. We will be a much better team if we work together.” Farfetch’d nods as he is recalled into the Pokeball.

The water can be heard more clearly now. The river flows at medium speed, with a couple boulders in the middle of the river, slowly withering away by the water’s erosion.

Jack has searched most of the land areas, why not search around the river. Maybe he would find a water type Pokemon, something he didn’t really have at the moment. Jack thought about all the water Pokemon he would like, which was a lot. But beggars can’t be choosers in a situation like this one. He needs one more, no matter what it is.

A large tree grows sideways and Jack jumps over it. The bank could be seen now. The grass slowly turns to dirt and small baseball sized rocks. Jack looks upstream then downstream. He looks back upstream. Magikarps all over the place, but not in the water like they should be. The Magikarps were flopping up and down on the land just like the one Jack had just caught moments ago.

“Darn! My land Magikarp isn’t so unique anymore.” Random people were running about, picking up the Magikarp and throwing them back into the water. Curious, Jack walks over to a kid younger than him. “What’s going on with these Magikarp?”

The kid doesn’t even look at Jack. “No time to talk. Ask Big Bob in the straw hat.” The kid runs away to help a Magikarp return to the water.

He looks around for a guy with a straw hat. “Aha!” Big Bob has been sited. He runs over to the big guy shouting out orders.

“Over there, a Magikarp just jumped out. Hey, no foolin’ round! This is serious work.” Big Bob turns to see a new face. “Ah, you must be them extra trainers I called up, yep.” He looks behind and all around Jack. “But I expected more than just one of ya’s.” He takes off his straw hat and scratches his comb-over hair. “I can’ts complain. One of ya’s is better than nun.”

So Big Bob needs trainers, but for what reason? Jack decides to play along. “What did you need me for? I forgot on my way here.”

Big Bob puts his hat back on. “I’ll tells ya a story. Two days ago, them Magikarp starts to jump out of ‘ere water. I live ‘round yonder trees and one jumps on into my house. So I comes over ‘ere and discover theres more jumpin’ out. I push them all back into the water. Next mornin’, them Magikarps are still outta the water. The reason why is ‘cause some Grimer got into this river and their slime pollutes the water. Yesterda’ I helps them Magikarp back into the water and scare alls them Grimer away. This mornin’ I check again, and them Magikarps are outta the water agains. Now I calls for trainers ta catch them Grimer so these Magikarp can live in the water.” Big Bob takes a sip of mountain spring water. “Now go, my Trainer. Every Grimer caught equalls big rewards.”

It’s like a contest. Who can catch the most Grimer wins the grand prize. Yeah! But Jack only needs one. He was about to speak but Big Bob shoos him away.

Jack walks down the river bank. “Gee, Big Bob must have ditched English class.” A couple Trainers could be seen. One with a Pinsir, another with a Wartortle. All the Grimer were out and about, sliming all around this area. This was Jack’s moment to help and test his skills and also catch another Pokemon. The reward didn’t matter to him, he just wanted the Pokemon prize.

On the other side of a large boulder, a Trainer was fighting a Grimer with a Graveler. Grimer jumps off of a tree, leaving a rotten mark, and lands on Graveler. Graveler rolls forward, causing Grimer to jump off before it got flattened. Graveler picks up a rock and throws it. Grimer splats with the hit. The trainer throws a Pokeball at the weakened Grimer. In it goes and it stays there.

“Yeah!” cries the Trainer. “That ten minute battle may have been long, but it was worth it.” The Trainer walks away to search for more.

Jack had watched all of it. The battle had really mesmerized him. He shakes his head. “Must focus on the task at hand.” Jack walks back to the river and stops. He looks left then right, scanning the river for any Grimer.

A purple blob surfaces its head in the water. Jack grabs a Pokeball but was beaten by a Trainer on the other side of the river. His Pidgeotto swoops down and picks up Grimer, taking it out of the water and into the forest to battle. Jack sighs and continues scanning the river.

After about five minutes, Jack’s eyes become tired. But.... ”Hey, that rock looks different, a kinda purplish color. And I don’t think it was there a second ago. Or, I could be seeing things.” He picks up a small rock and throws it at the unusually shaped rock in the water. It hits. The rock moves; it’s a sleeping Grimer.

Jack looks up and down the coast, no trainers, this one was his. A Pokeball lands on the soft dirt and Vulpix happily comes out, greeting her trainer with a cheerful sound. “Vulpix, Flamethro......”

The Grimer sights the little fire fox and dives under water. “Scratch that.” Another Pokeball is thrown, this time in the water. Magikarp comes out. “Magikarp, get that Grimer out of the water.” Magikarp swims over to the bank and flops out of the river. Jack falls down with a sweatdrop. “Right, polluted water. My bad.” Magikarp is returned. “That Grimer has to surface sometime. So...” His third Pokeball comes out and Farfetch’d flies up into the air. He remembers the Pidgeotto grabbing that other Grimer. “When the Grimer surfaces, grab it and bring it on land.”

Grimer suddenly shoots out of the water and lands on a flat boulder in the middle of the flowing stream. “Now!” Farfetch’d swoops down. Grimer flattens its body and avoids the grab. Vulpix steps forward, ready to fire with her fire. “No Vulpix, you might hit Farfetch’d.” Jack snaps his fingers as Farfetch’d swoops down again for another miss. The forth Pokeball exits Jack’s right hand and Spinarak comes out. “Farfetch’d, let Spinarak ride on your back.” Farfetch’d flies left, avoiding the attacking Grimer as it tries a jumping Tackle attack. Farfetch’d lands next to the spider and gladly accepts riding company. Farfetch’d takes off, with Spinarak on his back. Meanwhile, Grimer sits on the flat boulder, using Harden and Acid Armor to protect against this Trainer.

Jack stands in battle position. “Ok Spinarak, use Spider Web to trap that Grimer from escaping back into the water. And Farfetch’d, use Agility to speed it up.”

Farfetch’d flies around Grimer’s rock in circles while Spinarak spits out lines of web. Grimer stares blankly into the sky, still using Harden, as sticky webs fall on it. Farfetch’d flies down, leek forward like a jousting match, and jabs Grimer with four different rushes. Grimer snaps out of a dazed state and angers up. Grimer takes some sludge from its body and throws it at the flying menace. Farfetch’d and Spinarak take the hit full on. (Big anime sludge explosion.) With sludge blocking it’s wings, Farfetch’d spiral dives *SPLASH* into the river. Spinarak jumps off seconds before and lands nicely on the flat rock that Grimer is on.

“Farfetch’d, you did your best. But a wet bird can’t fly well. Come on back.” Farfetch’d is returned. Jack turns his attention to Spinarak. “Go for it. Try Psychic ability.”

Grimer slimes over to Spinarak very slowly, due to the webbing still on it. Spinarak chirps as the face on his back glows. Grimer looks around from side to side, then down. It was in the air.

Jack laughs. “I didn’t know Grimers could fly.” Indeed, Grimer was up in the air. “Lift it up as high as you can.” Up, up, up. Grimer went up above the trees just barely. Spinarak began to shake uncontrollably. The Psychic wouldn’t last too much longer. “Ok, let it go.” Spinarak’s back stops glowing, exhausted. Grimer falls down............................ *poof* (Wile E. Coyote cliff scene.) Grimer lands back on the flat rock in the middle of the river. “It would have helped had you dropped Grimer away from the river.”

Grimer barely manages to rise. Thankfully, it was free from the web. Spinarak weakly jumps on Grimer and squeezes as tight as he could. Grimer wiggles a slimy arm free and Pounds Spinarak in the side. Spinarak jumps off of Grimer. *SLASH* *SLASH* *SLASH* Spinarak triple Fury Swipes Grimer causing Grimer to collapse on the ground.

Jack pulls out a Pokeball. “Suck out all its energy with Leech Life and gain some health while your at it.” Grimer attempts to Pound Spinarak but misses due to a slow reaction time. Spinarak jumps on the fallen Grimers’ back and begins to suck out the life.

Spinarak jumps off of Grimer after a short while. Spinarak didn’t want to take too much health or it would die. “Great timing.” Grimer’s body slowly moves up and down as a sign it was still breathing, but rather slowly. “I hope I can reach Grimer from here.” Jack throws the Pokeball over to the flat boulder in the middle of the river. However, it was overthrown. Luckily, Spinarak catches it with a String Shot and reals it in. Spinarak then pushes the Pokeball against Grimer’s slimy body. Grimer goes in.

“Let’s hope this is one less polluter in this river. These Magikarp need their water in order to live.” He watches the Pokeball from where he was on land as it rocked back and forth every so often....

(-o-) Grimer Caught!

Commentary

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2-24-09

Big Bob is such a cliche southern hick, heh. I always wondered what would happen if a group of Grimer invaded a lake or stream. Someone would report the disturbance, and the local Pokemon Center would make a posting, asking for Trainers to help. Something like that. I can imagine a lot of calls about Grimer, since they're very good at making a stink wherever they are.

In this story, we get to see Jack isn't as perfect as he thought. Sending Vulpix and Magikarp were just bad choices, but it made for a funny scene. Also missing the Pokeball throw at the end. The battle was tricky to write up, since it was in a river with no level ground, and I tried to make use of air tactics. Grimer really wasn't very popular at the time, so this was an easy catch.

Original Post: January 2002 @ Ultimate Yahoo Club

 

09- Untitled Capture Attempt​

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The Pokeball stops rocking on the boulder in the middle of the river. Jack now had his sixth Pokemon, just enough for the Tournament that was going to happen in the next couple days.

He grasps his hand in a fist and cheers. “Yes, I now have enough.” Spinarak’s face on his back was happy. “Spinarak, can you get that Pokeball over here.” There was no way for Jack to cross through the water, it was too deep and the current was just fast enough to sweep a Trainer off his or her feet. Spinarak shoots out an icky string on the ball. He then proceeds to spin in a clockwise motion. Due to the force, the Pokeball also spins with it. After about five rotations, Spinarak lets go of the string and the Pokeball flies over the water, Jack opens his hands for the catch........

“Mine.” In mid-air, a young looking rich kid jumps in front of Jack and grabs the Pokeball. He turns around as he lands and looks at the extremely angry Jack. “With this Grimer, I will have the most caught and win the prize that Big Bob will give out.”

This was something that was unexpected. “Hey, I caught it fair and square. I need that Grimer to enter the Tournament. So give it back.” Vulpix growls at the probably a spoiled rich snob.

“How can I give it back if you never had it in the first place. And nobody talks to Marty Inckleberry the second like that. Jensen!”

In no less than two seconds, a man with a well mannered hair cut walks from the left. Must be his butler. “Yes, master Marty.”

Before Marty could speak, Jack points to Marty. “He stole my Grimer that I caught.”

Jensen looks at Marty with a hard stare. “What?! You’re the one trying to steal it from me. He is taking advantage of the me just because I’m rich. Besides, I’m a great Pokemon Trainer and don’t need to steal from people like you.” Marty gave Jack a raspberry. How immature for a rich kid.

Marty moves the Pokeball closer to his pocket, when out of nowhere, Spinarak jumps on his back. Marty waves his arms in the air and lets go of the Pokeball. Jack reacts as fast as lightning and jumps into the air to grab it. The Pokeball felt good in his hand. After coming back to earth, Jack and Vulpix back away from the rich party. Spinarak jumps off of Marty’s back and lands next to Jack.

“Thanks Spinarak! You’ve done more than I could ask for.”

Spinarak shouts happily for his trainer.

Marty began to anger up. “Jensen, do something.” Jensen steps forward and approaches Jack. *SLOW MOTION* Jensen extends his hand to grab at Jack as Spinarak jumps up and lands on his chest. Jensen backs off and hits Spinarak off. Spinarak gives out a chirp before covering Jensen in Spider Web threads from head to toe. Marty’s eyes widen then he rushes forward at Jack . Spinarak again shoots out icky Spider Web threads, slowing Marty’s rush down. Marty falls to the ground, trapped in the lines of web. *RESUME NORMAL MOTION*

This action surprised Jack. Spinarak truly cares for his trainer. “Spinarak, thanks oh so much.” Spinarak smiles before being returned. Vulpix nudges Jack’s leg looking for attention. “Don’t worry, you’ll get some action later, I just know it.” They each smile as Vulpix is also returned. Jack waves to the web victims and runs back to Vermillion City to enter the tourney before it’s too late.

In a short opening of grass surrounded by trees, Jack takes a break on a log. He takes a couple sips of water and eats a sandwich. It was fairly close to mid-afternoon so this break is considered lunch to him.

The bushes rustled a bit then out jumped a person, rather a trainer. “You will do battle with me now!”

*Cue 3v3 battle with princeash58*

Jack exits the area he was taking a break in. The battle was relatively short and another loss on his battle list. But it didn’t bother him, losing helps him find the mistakes he may have made.

Day turns to dusk. The nocturnal Pokemon began to come out as the sun slowly set in the west. Jack turns on his Pokegear and looks at his map. He was still out in the woods, lost.
“I wish this pocket computer had On Star, then I would know exactly where to go. And it will be dark very soon. Boy, I hope that Tourney sign up is still going on.”

Someone yells, “Hey you! I bet my Pokemon can beat your Pokemon.”

Jack stops abruptly. “Can’t. I need to get to ......” He thought about it. “If I battle you, will you tell me the direction of Vermillion City?” The person nods.

*Cue 3v3 Conference battle with figgy20000*

Jack sits down on the ground to rest. He had slightly twisted his leg while running in the direction the person said Vermillion was in. He lost the battle again but that was to be expected. His Pokemon have been battling all day with no check-ups or healing or medicine of any sort. His Pokemon were wiped out for the day and everyone needed a rest. Plus he was using Kakuna and Magikarp to battle. One day they would both evolve and all the losing will be worth it.

Jack throws out his sleeping bag, curls up, and slowly falls asleep. It may be seven at night but Jack was tired. Even if he arrived at Vermillion, they aren’t open this late for applications. So he goes to bit. A little bit after he falls asleep, Hoothoot begin their incisive hooting.

Upon waking up, just after dawn, Jack’s eyes look around the area where he had slept for the night. All his Pokemon were lying around him. They had each come out of their Pokeballs and slept through the night to protect their trainer. Except Magikarp for obvious reasons. As Jack got up, each one of his Pokemon woke up. Vulpix, then Kakuna, Farfetch’d, Spinarak and lastly Grimer. Grimer!?!! What is Grimer doing outside of her Pokeball? Does Grimer already trust Jack as a Trainer?

Breakfast was made quickly. Jack eats an energy bar as he serves each Pokemon some Pokefood with some unique flavoring to each one. But what would he give to Grimer?

Jack puts out a medium sized plate like the others and puts one of each type of Pokemon food he has. He signals to Grimer that this is her plate. Grimer slimes over, sniffs the food on the plate and begins to eat them, one by one. Grimer seems to like them all. After the food feasting frenzy, Jack packs everything up and returns all Pokemon. His leg healed up during the night, so he was good to go.

Vermillion City hadn’t change in the day that he wasn’t there. It was relatively the same but less cars and less people walking around; probably due to it being a work day. He walks over to the sign up area for the Tournament, just where the flyer said it would be.

The lady at the counter inside the small building smiles. “Hi! How may I help you?”

Jack rests his arms on the counter. “I would like to sign up for the tournament please.”

“I’m sorry, the Tournament positions have been filled already. Maybe next time.”

The Trainer nods silently and leaves the small building. He jaywalks across the street into an ice cream parlor. Bubble Gum ice cream on a sugar cone, yum-yum! Looking across the street, a limo pulls up next to the registration building. And wouldn’t ya know, that rich kid Marty came out when Jensen opened the door for him.

Marty walks up to the counter. “My name is Marty Inckleberry the second. Sign me up for the tournament.”

The lady at the desk could tell he was rich. “I’m sorry. You’re too late to sign up. You’ll have to try again next time.”

Marty snaps his fingers and Jensen fishes in his pocket and throws a wad of cash on the counter. $2000 bribe.

The lady looks at the money, glances back at the butler, then back at the money. “I’m sorry, my... my statement stands. Money won’t help you here.”

Marty stammers out of the building, not too happy. Jack smiles as he watches Jensen grabs the money wad. “Aw, too bad for you.” He sticks his tongue out.

Later on, Jack spends some time in the Pokecenter, surfing the Internet and learning more about Pokemon while he waited for his Pokemon to heal. After that, Jack left Vermillion City. There was no reason to be here anymore. It was time to go to Saffron City.

The scenery was the same on the route to Saffron; trees, grass, plants, rocks, some clouds in the sky. But there were more open grassy fields than the previous route.

Not that long after leaving Vermillion, Jack heard a scream. He ignored it but then there was another scream. From what he could tell, it was a kid screaming. Being the curious person he is, Jack follows his ears to find out what’s going on.

He could see a black log. No, it was a black limo. That could me only one thing. Marty. Closer, he could now see the whole picture. Marty was on the ground, back against the limo door, trying to get away from a Pokemon.... a Magnemite.

“Mag ne mite,” it says electronically.

Marty screams out, “Oh, please kind stranger, help me.” Marty then gets a good look at the stranger. “Oh. It’s you from the river.”

This was a nice dilemma for Jack: does he help the kid that tried to steal his Grimer? “I may as well help, there may be a reward.” He grabs a Pokeball from his pocket and out comes Grimer. “Grimer, Disable that Magnemite.” Grimer puts her grimy hands in a fist, closing her eyes, trying to Disable Magnemite. But it fails. Magnemite could feel the power coming from Grimer and carefully floats towards her. “Grimer, it’s not working. Quick, Minimize!” Magnemite dives by Grimer but misses as Grimer flattens to the ground. “Wow, now that would win a Limbo Contest.” Magnemite makes another dive attempt but misses once again at the Minimized Grimer. “Ok, Sludge attack.” Grimer jumps up into the air and lands on the floating Pokemon, trying to infect it with poison. With the weight of Grimer, Magnemite lowers to the ground. Jack snaps his fingers. “Wait, that won’t work. Magnemite is part steel type.”

The air around Magnemite brightens and a burst of energy is shot out in a spherical motion. Grimer is shot back and lands on the ground. Five seconds later, a loud sound, like a sonic boom, graces the air.

Grimer gets back up. Jack holds out her Pokeball. “This is a mismatch. Grimer, return.” Grimer goes back to the comfy Pokeball. Out comes another. It’s Spinarak’s turn.

Meanwhile, Marty scrambles to his feet and manages to run around the car to the driver’s side door where he opens it up. He jumps in and sits down, still scared from the Magnemite, and not moving.

“Spinarak, String Shot.” Spinarak fires out a line of web but Magnemite are fast and it easily avoids the many strings being thrust forward. Magnemite’s magnets on each side spark bolts as a wave of electricity is let loose upon Spinarak. Spinarak stands strong from the attack. On the other hand, Jack falls to the ground, getting blasted by the Thundershock also.

He hits the grass with his hands to push himself up from the ground. “That jolt really charged me up. Phew!”

Spinarak changes it’s back face to a mad face while changing his real face to look very mean (Mean Look). Magnemite floats forward and zaps Spinarak again. This time Jack wasn’t hit. Mean Look didn’t scare Magnemite at all.

Jack gasps. “Ah... Spinarak, you ok?” Spinarak jumps back up, a little beat up, ready to keep fighting. “That’s the way! Try your Agility out.”

Spinarak dashes back and forth, fading in and out of view quickly. Those eight legs can really move fast. Magnemite spins around, trying to follow Spinarak, unsuccessfully though. Magnemite stops and loads up a targeting system. Spinarak is being locked-on. *ZAP**ZAP**ZAP* Magnemite fires thrice(3 times) and each Thundershock attack hits successfully. Spinarak is weakened considerable and close to paralysis. His legs wobble as he stands up. His eyes glow purplish as Magnemite is surrounded by that same shade of purple and Magnemite is turned gray blue. Spinarak held the Psychic attack for a while but Spinarak was too weak from the previous attacks to keep it going long enough. The colors fade as Spinarak collapses on the grass.

Jack was proud. Spinarak really fought well for his sake. “Great job Spinarak. Come for a long rest.” Vulpix comes out of her Pokeball. “I told ya’ you would get some action.” She replies peacefully. “Vulpix, use Quick Attack.”

Vulpix blasts off from her spot and nails Magnemite head on. Magnemite quickly fights back with Thundershock but misses Vulpix who runs behind a tree.

“Way to use the surroundings to your advantage. Now, climb up the......”

*ZAAAAPP!!!!* Magnemite jolts out electricity on Jack and paralyzes him. Jack falls to the ground.

“Mag!” it says, successfully taking out the brains of the battle.

Vulpix leaps up into the tree she was behind. She is outraged to see her Trainer hit by that cheap attack. Hidden by the leaves and branches, Vulpix eyes the Magnemite that inches closer to the limo.

“eeeee....” A Caterpie wiggles its way in front of Vulpix. Shocked, she takes a few steps back on the branch she was on. Caterpie was blocking her view of Magnemite. She coughs out some fire to try to threaten it. Caterpie shoots out some string back at Vulpix, but purposely misses; it then yawns lazily. Vulpix grew mad that it wouldn’t get out of the way and Flamethrower’s point blank at Caterpie only a foot away. Fried, Caterpie loses its grip of the branch and falls down below, into a bush.

Marty unfreezes as Magnemite appears in front of the windshield. Marty screams and hits the horn on the limo, twice. He puts down the black window that separates the front seats from the back seats and climbs through the opening. He then closes the black window and panics.

After the Caterpie affair, Vulpix jumps down from the tree, stops and stares at Magnemite. Magnemite turns and looks at Vulpix. They glare at each other. Magnemite’s magnets spark again and.... and.... and.... and...... nothing happens, nothing at all. Magnemite used up all it’s electricity in the previous matches. Vulpix opens her mouth, seeing the advantage, and fires a blast of pure hot orange-red Flamethrower fire at Magnemite. Burn baby, burn!

Jensen rustles through some bushes, holding a fishing pole and tackle box. Apparently, he heard the horn from the limo being sounded. Before seeing Marty, Jensen saw a Trainer lying on the ground. Immediately he could tell he conscience, just paralyzed. Jensen was Trained to understand any abnormal status about Pokemon and about people. While walking over to Jack, Jensen unbuttons his expensive jacket and reaches into his inside pocket where he grabs two multi-colored pills.

“Young man, you are in need of assistance. Take these pills. They will rid your paralysis withing moments of swallowing them. They are the best money can buy. And I would know, I do the shopping.” Jensen puts the pills in Jack’s mouth and watches him carefully swallow them without water. And just like he said, moments later, Jack was un-paralyzed. He quickly opens his bag and chugs a full bottle of water.

Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. Vulpix and Magnemite have been Tackling and Quick Attacking back and forth. Once in a while one of them would get hit by the others attack. At least they were away from the limo now, attacking each other some fifteen yards away.

Jack gets up and stretches his arms, legs and back. “Thanks, um, Jensen was it?” Jensen nodded but Jack didn’t see it because the battle distracted him “Wow Vulpix. Way to keep going.”

Magnemite tries a different approach..it’s called RUN AWAY!

Jack, still stretching his stiff muscles, calls to Vulpix. “Quick, confuse it.”

Vulpix’s eyes turn purple as the purplish ray fires out and covers all over Magnemite. It began spinning in the air in a horizontal-clockwise motion. Then, Magnemite stops and speeds off straight into a tree. *WAM* Magnemite floats backwards, leaving a magnet-shapped indent into the tree. Obviously Magnemite was quite shaken up a bit.

Jack shook his head as he felt sorry for the tree and Magnemite. “Quick, it still looks confused. Flamethrower.....ah, but don’t hit any trees.” Vulpix runs underneath Magnemite whom was still dazed from spinning around and hitting the tree. The fire escapes Vulpix’s mouth and goes up and up, straight up at Magnemite. The fire cools down and now Magnemite was fairly toasty and its metal looked scratched and burnt. But it still stays floating in the air, too high for Vulpix to hit. Instinctively, Vulpix runs to the Magnemite-indent tree and jumps at the trunk as high as she can. Vulpix then jumps off the tree and into the direction of Magnemite. Jack had taught this move to Vulpix before he began as a trainer. He calls it the Quick Attack Tree Jump.

And that was it, Magnemite was on the ground from the Quick Attack that Vulpix had used on it. Magnemite wasn’t moving so Vulpix didn’t need to attack it anymore.

Jack claps his hands. “That jump was perfect.” Vulpix trots over to Jack’s side but is blind-sided by a Metapod. Apparently, Caterpie wanting to get back at Vulpix for disturbing it’s rest, evolved.

“Where did that come from?” Jack questions. “If it wants a fight, alright. Vulpix, Quick Attack.”

Vulpix leaps forward and dives at Metapod. *SHING* Metapod glows as Harden takes affect and the Quick Attack does not do as much damage. Vulpix hears the next attack and prepares. FLAMETHROWER! A wave of fire hit Metapod hard on. Vulpix pants from using so much energy. Metapod sizzles and tips over.

Like an instinct, Jack had a Pokeball in hand. “Enough. It’s my turn now.” The Pokeball was send out and sucked in the Metapod...

Marty was out of the limo, on the other side of it, watching the battle. “Get... get... get rid of that Magnemite. Throw it back in the forest. Please!!!” He said this almost like he was crying.

What? Oh, yes, the Magnemite. But why was Marty acting afraid of Magnemite? That was something Jack would have to ask.

“What, you want me to take it out into the forest, put it there all weak and such and out of electricity and have it get attacked by another Pokemon?”

The rich kid nodded furiously. “Yes, anything, just get that thing out of my sight!”

Jack shook his head. “That would be the most irresponsible thing a Trainer could do.” He fishes around for another Pokeball from his pack. Magnemite hadn’t moved, making this easier. Once Jack finds a Pokeball, he side-arm throws it out and watches as Magnemite is also sucked in upon contact. Jack, Jensen and Marty watch patiently as the Pokeball still contains that red light, waiting for it to disappear to signify the capture...

(-o-) Magnemite Caught!
(-o-) Metapod Caught!

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Marty is a snobbing, immature, little rich kid that gets anything he wants, and does anything to get it. As we will learn later, he is not a traditional Trainer that goes and catches his own Pokemon. I really wanted to make him a character that you will despise. But I also wanted to make him terribly weak and fragile, as we see with his attitude being attacked by Magnemite. And I have him attacked by a Pokemon as punishment for what he did to Jack earlier. Now, I came up with the name 'Jensen' because I wanted a butler name similar to Jeeves, and also starting with a J... but I wanted it to be unique.

We also see the rare side of Jack: his greed. Only helping because there might be a reward... so selfish. I like the moment at night when all his Pokemon come out to protect him. In these early stories, I try to keep a sense of family and friendship with his Pokemon. Most stories were about finding Pokemon and fighting hard, but I wanted to show companionship at the same time. To me, it was never about catching Pokemon to use in the URPG, but creating a journey for my character.

Part way through this battle, I realized Magnemite became part Steel type when G/S was released, so I had to change some parts around. Grimer, Magikarp, Farfetch'd, and Kakuna weren't going to be strong in battle, so I had to use Spinirak and Vulpix. To make it fair, I limited Vulpix's fire usage again because of the forest, and had Magnemite run out of juice. This made it more of a physical battle, and gave me some good ideas for cool moves to display.

Bubble Gum Ice Cream with a sugar cone! As a kid, there was this ice cream shoppe we use to go to all the time, and I would always order that. It was the only time my parents would allow me to have gum. It was pretty tasty too.

Original Post: January 2002 @ Ultimate Yahoo Club

 

10- The Moving Tree​

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The cool air sweeps through the trees, blowing off brown and tan leaves from them. The sun hides behind the clouds, making the area a little bit darker than it was a little bit ago. And in a grassy meadow, ahead on the route, a Stantler chews on some grass to fulfill his hunger.

The black limo slowly starts out of the grass from where it was parked and rolls onto the pavement a short distance away, leaving small tire tracks behind in the dirt. Jensen, the driver, takes orders from Marty to take the long way to Saffron City. Jensen replies with a nod. And wouldn’t ya know, Jack is along for the ride. His Pokeballs are placed in a Mini-Healer machine which was designed to heal any Pokemon. It was just like the ones at the Pokecenters except it was smaller and usually took twice as fast to heal the Pokemon. Marty told Jack that it was very expensive to purchase but it has been worth every penny.

Wait a minute. Why is Jack getting a ride with them? Oh right, for saving Marty from that Magnemite, of course. Marty is a very close relative of the owner of Silph Co., hence, why he is rich, or rather why his parents are rich. Marty is only ten years old. Their high pricey mansion is in Saffron City. Marty told him that he loves to enter contests and competitions that deal with Pokemon battling. That is the reason they were in Vermillion in the first place. Oh, and about the Grimer catching contest by Big Bob, Marty was upset. When Jack’s Spinarak webbed Marty and Jensen up, a Grimer took all the Pokeballs Marty had and released all the captured Grimer. It turns out that Marty never caught a single one of them, he stole them from other hard working trainers. Marty apologized to Jack for trying to steal his Grimer that he caught and Jack accepted. Anyway, Marty was kicked out by Big Bob. He walked away empty handed with no Grimer in his possession. So, Marty makes it up by giving Jack a ride.

The normal way to Saffron would take one hour, the long way about two hours. But the trip wasn’t going to be that fast either. About twenty minutes pass by while driving, Marty asks Jensen to pull the limo over. Marty takes his only Pokemon, Wartortle, and challenges one of the three Trainers that happen to be walking on the side of the road. Each Trainer gladly accepts and quickly beat his Pokemon each time. After each battle, they used the Mini-Healer for a quick heal. Now Jack steps up to challenge the three Trainers.

(Cue 3v3 battle with princeash58)
(Cue 3v3 battle with the_slayed_dragon)
(Cue 3v3 battle with the_slayed_dragon)

The three battles Jack had, he lost but his Pokemon are becoming stronger, he can feel it. For one thing, Kakuna evolved into Beadrill. His hard work pays off. And Jack is becoming stronger as a Trainer also. While continuing down the road, the Pokeballs from Jack and Marty are placed in the Mini-Healer for treatment.

A good twenty-five minutes go by and the limo stops again and another battle begins.

(Cue 1v1 battle with flareon008)

He won this battle. His first win! Jack is so proud that he is improving Training his Pokemon. Ten minutes later, another battle happens.

(Cue 2v2 battle with triforcemaster)

Another win- Jack couldn’t believe his luck. Plus, Magikarp, his little fishy, grows really big and evolves into Gyarados. “Awesome!” is all Jack can say.

This sure is Jack’s day. He caught Magnemite and Metapod. Evolutions to Beadrill and Gyarados. Not to mention, two wins in a row. Could his day be any better? Probably.

Lunch passes by, so Jensen decides to pull over and serve some food. Lucky as they are, a picnic table happens to be twenty feet away, with benches and all. Jack and Marty stand by and watch as Jensen puts a table cloth on the table and sets up some fancy silverware and plates. Jensen begins to chop away on the table- what is he making? Ah, it is clear now. Sandwiches with all the works. One with rye bread, ham, lettuce and Grey Poupon; this one is for Marty. Jensen asks what Jack wants. He makes an odd request: white bread with tuna and cinnamon sprinkled on. (Yes, it does taste good!) Jensen then makes a double decker sandwich for himself. The three eat in peace and quiet, only the wind and their chewing be heard.

After Jack finishes his sandwich, he lets out all of his Pokemon. Because he had over six now, Jack had six on his belt and the rest go in his bag. Each Pokemon of his received a bowl with food in it; his own food, not the rich food. Vulpix, Spinarak, Beedrill, Gyarados, Metapod, Grimer and Farfetch’d all ate their designated food. Though, Gyarados needs a lot more food but unfortunately, Jack can’t bring so much with him. Magnemite, however, was not the type of Pokemon to eat, so it sneaks into the limo and sucks some electrical power from the Mini-Healer. Marty keeps an eye on that Magnemite, hoping it doesn’t come near him.

Now everyone had eaten something, except for Marty’s Wartortle. While with Marty only for a short time, Jack realizes that Marty doesn’t take good care for his Pokemon and does not train him well. Marty did lose all those battles against the Trainers on the road. Maybe Marty knows he isn’t strong and that is why he steals Pokemon from other Trainers because Wartortle isn’t trained well enough. Then again, he is only ten years old.

While Jensen packs up the picnic, Marty walks around. The area was rather flat, and barren, only trees and bushes further away from the street. They were in a clearing of grass and weeds. *RUSTLE* Marty tilts his head in the direction of the noise. Leaping out of the bush, a Stantler approaches the strange people.

“Pokemon on the field,” Marty calls out.

Stantler nears the picnic table, smelling everything along the way.

Jensen, is near the limo, Jack is five feet from the table, and Marty, is in the clearing. Everyone freezes. “Don’t move!” Jack suggests. “Any sudden movements might scare it away. And don’t worry about being attacked, Stantler are very calm Pokemon and rarely attack people. Show it we’re nice people and nothing will go wrong.”

Stantler moves around the table , walking farther from Jack. It sniffs the loaf of rye bread that wasn’t packed yet. *GRAB* Stantler snaps at the loaf with its mouth, leaps over the table and runs to the forested area. Stantler has stolen their loaf of rye bread.

Jack unfreezes. “I’d chase after it but I don’t like rye.” Instead, Marty sprints from his spot and dashes, like a cheetah, into the forested area. “Wow, he must really like rye bread.” He grabs the last of the things on the table and brings them to the limo.

Jensen meets him halfway, “Please get that rye bread back. It cost us lots of money and I’d get in a huge amount of trouble if Madam ever found out it was stolen by a Pokemon. Marty can’t do it alone, he is not strong enough to be a trainer. But you are. So please, get it back.”

o O (Should I do it? His Wartortle is not trained well enough.) O o “Ok, I’ll go.” o O (And maybe I can catch it.) O o

So, Jack goes out into the forested area. The forest is peaceful, much like every forest with trees, bushes, rocks and the rest of the forest things (I don’t want to describe it, you all know what a normal forest looks like, I hope). The wind is still in the air, making it slightly windy out, about 15mph, the same as a bicyclist going by.

Jack presses up against a ‘tree’ and looks around it. Nothing. Marty could not be seen. He could call out his name, but Jack didn’t want to. If he didn’t find him after ten minutes, then he will scream names.

“Sudo.”

o O (What was that?) O o Jack looks around the area, only seeing trees, trees and more trees. Still leaning up against the ‘tree’, he scratches his head. “What an odd shaped tree this is, and an odd brown color too.”
“Sudo.”
o O (Again with that noise. Where did it...) O o Jack glances up at the tree he was leaning against. Behind some tree branches, a smile from a Sudowoodo can be seen. Jack takes one second to react. He jumps backwards about 5 feet and stares at the Sudowoodo.

“Yuk, I caressed a Sudowoodo.” It drops its tree branches to reveal itself. It charges at Jack, arms(or are they branches?) forward. Sudowoodo wraps its arms around the human, hugging him. “You know what, thanks for the hug but,” he tickles Sudowoodo and it lets go of him, “I have to get going to find a Stantler with some rye bread.” He backs away.

“Sudowoodo!!” it says cheerfully, rushing towards him again.

With a quick decision, he runs for it. “Phew!” Jack had made it away from Sudowoodo, or so he thought.

“Woodo sudowoo...”

*SIGH* He was not able to get away from it. o O (Sudowoodo are said to be rare in the wild like this. Hmmm....) O o “If you don’t quit following me, I’m gonna have to catch you so I can get back to what I was doing.” Sudowoodo simply stares at Jack, then charges again for another hug. Quickly, He grabs a Pokeball and sends it out. “Go Gyarados!” The massive Pokemon comes out and Sudowoodo runs into it. Gyarados screams loud enough for people to hear for miles and miles. Sudowoodo looks up and slowly backs away.

“Sudo woodo woodo woodo sudo!”

Jack commands an attack. “Use Water Gun to scare it away.” Gyarados sprays out a stream of water which Sudowoodo dodges by running quickly away from sight. “Gone. Now I can go back to finding Marty. Great job Gyarados.” Gyarados screams again as he is returned to his Pokeball.

One minute later.

“Sudo!”

Now it was annoying. “You have to be kidding.” This is the straw that broke the camels’ back. o O (If I try any water attacks, it will just run away and eventually come back.) O o “Come on out Vulpix.” Vulpix pops out, in a playful mood. “Ready to play, huh? Go after that Sudowoodo with Flamethrower.”

Sudowoodo is blasted by the onslaught of fiery heat of Flamethrower. But it still stands, still trying to give Jack a hug. Sudowoodo charges at Vulpix with a Slam attack, crushing Vulpix with its larger body.

Jack gasps at its strength. “It’s strong, so use Confuse Ray.”

Vulpix’s eyes turn purple as the purple-ish ray soars over and covers Sudowoodo. Nonetheless, Sudowoodo’s eyes also turn purple and a purple-ish ray comes from it and hits Vulpix. “Aw man, I forgot about its Mimic attack. Snap out of it.” Vulpix shakes her head around, trying to shake away the confusion. Sudowoodo charges again, this time at Vulpix. It slides on the ground and runs into Vulpix hard (Rock Slide pun). Vulpix yelps as her confusion is knocked away. But why hasn’t Sudo been effected by Vulpix’s Confuse Ray? Vulpix runs around Sudowoodo trying to find a weak point. Sudowoodo begins to dance.

“Sudo.........woodo....sudo.........woodo.... ”

“I need to use a water attack but it will run away the second Gyarados comes out. Hmmm........” Jack thinks and thinks and thinks and finally snaps his fingers. “But if I prevent Sudowoodo from leaving....” Jack pulls out Vulpix’s Pokeball. “That’s enough Vulpix, you did great. Come rest.” Vulpix is recalled into her ball. Jack quickly selects another Pokeball and throws it out. Spinarak pops onto the ground.

But Sudowoodo surprises Jack. It is hugging him. “Arg... Spinarak, a little help here.”

Spinarak wiggles towards the tree Pokemon and jumps on it, wrapping his legs around its bark waist. Spinarak begins Leech Life. Sudowoodo shouts out and lets go of the Trainer. It runs around trying to remove Spinarak from its back, but with no luck. Sudowoodo then runs backwards toward a tree.

“Spinarak, jump off now.” The spider lets go just as Sudowoodo hits the tree. Spinarak looks at Sudowoodo and sends out a purple ray from its eyes called Night Shade. Sudowoodo tries to block it with its arms but it still hits. “Now you need to use Spider Web to trap it.” Spinarak stops Night Shade and prepares the web in his mouth. Sudowoodo’s legs shake rapidly. Spinarak lets the Spider Web out and watches the perfect web cover over Sudowoodo and keep it there.

“Great. Just what I want.” Jack pulls out Gyarados’s Pokeball. “Spinarak, come over here. And come on out Gyarados.” Spinarak joins Jack’s side as the massive Gyarados comes out once more.

Gyarados looks around from his new height and spies Jack with a determined look. “I hope it remembers me!” Gyarados shouts out in the happiest way a Gyarados can. Gyarados loved the attention it got as a Magikarp. Most people think of Magikarps as weak but not Jack. If you work with a Pokemon long enough, it will become stronger.

He smiles, “Ok Gyarados, that Sudowoodo is back. Hit it with Water Gun.” Gyarados sprays out a steam of water that covers all over Sudowoodo and weakens it by a lot. Sudowoodo panics wildly. So wild that it beaks the Spider Web it was entrapped in.

“Ah! Cancel the Water Gun, Spinarak, web its feet together.” Spinarak rushes from Jack’s side closer to Sudowoodo who is running around in circles, panicking insanely. Spinarak shoots out threads of String Shot, occasionally hitting it. In time, Sudowoodo slows down remarkably with many sticky treads on it. It stops and points its right arm at Spinarak and shoots out its own String Shot. Spinarak is surprised by the attack and is covered quickly.

Jack pulls out Spinarak’s Pokeball. “Spinarak, return.” The spider goes back.

Sudowoodo calms down and slowly moves at Gyarados. It then Low Kicks the big fish. Gyarados screams out and about to use Water Gun...

“No Gyarados, water will make it panic or run away.” Gyarados stops to see that Sudowoodo had already started to slowly run away. It couldn’t run too fast because of String Shot still covering part of it. “I know, how about Hyper Beam.”

Gyarados opens its mouth a little wider and a ball of energy forms in the opening. Sudowoodo slowly turns around and sees the oncoming attack and widens its eyes. Gyarados fires the beam of pure energy and hits the stalled Sudowoodo directly. The blasting explosion of the ground around it causes dirt to fly everywhere. Jack covers his face so no dirt gets in his eyes. The dust clears and Sudowoodo is lying on the ground, still covered in String Shot. Gyarados could be seen breathing heavily, recharging from that Hyper Beam. Now that attack can really take a lot out of a Pokemon.

Jack looks back up and notices Sudowoodo isn’t moving. Maybe he had weakened it too much. Is it even alive?

“Suuu............................do...”

Yep, it’s alive. Jack sighs in relief and takes out an empty Pokeball from his pocket. “I could leave you here but you might follow me some time in the future. So the only thing to do is to catch you.” Jack throws the Pokeball at the lying down Sudowoodo and watches it become sucked into the Pokeball. Jack impatiently waits for it to either catch it or fail. He needed to hurry and find Marty and Stantler to save the worthless piece of rye bread. Gyarados lies down on the ground also waiting. The Pokeball, with Sudowoodo in it, wiggles and wiggles and ...

(-o-) Sudowoodo Caught!

Commentary:

Spoiler

04-06-10

Looking back, I think Jack became friends with Marty too quickly and for not a great reason. Oh well. Just one of those plot-holes I don't bother explaining! So, now we learn a bit more about who Marty is and create an excuse to evolve some of Jack's Pokemon. I stole the Mini-healer machine from the Pokemon Center in the games, where it heals your Pokemon in 10 seconds. We don't learn anything about Jensen 'cause butlers are cool when mysterious.

Tuna fish sandwhich + cinnamon is tasty. Now, Sudowoodo was initially a comedy side quest, but became too annoying that the only way I could be rid of it would be to catch it (either before or after Stantler). Don't ask why it liked given hugs, I don't know- I just thought it was a funny concept.

Original Post: January 2002 @ Ultimate Yahoo Club

 

11- Doe, a Deer, a Female Deer​

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The wind picks up a little bit more, slightly breezier and colder than before. Jack felt a chill through his body as he continues his search for Marty and the Stantler that stole the expensive rye bread.

“At least I won’t have any more wild tree Pokemon following me around.” He is referring to the Sudowoodo that was being as annoying as a sly car salesman. In an unexpected way, he caught that Sudowoodo. Jack never thought he would catch something as rare as Sudowoodo this early in his journey. But things are always unpredictable when any Trainer goes on a Pokemon journey.

A couple minutes later, Jack starts calling out Marty’s name. But no one answers. Marty didn’t go deeper into the forest, did he? What if he ends up lost and falls down a well. Nah, that can’t happen. Why would there be a well in a dense forest like this one?

A couple more long minutes later, Jack sees an opening and there is Marty, sitting on the ground, looking frustrated. His Wartortle was out fighting the Stantler. Marty had found Stantler! Stantler leans down and bucks forward, sending Wartortle flying away. He was down, so Marty recalls him. Jack walks over... the Stantler sees him. The rye bread is on the ground to the side of Stantler. It eyes Jack carefully, not sure what is going on. Jack stands next to Marty, his right arm behind his back, holding a Pokeball containing one of his Pokemon. With his left hand, he uses it to block his voice from going to Stantler and whispers to Marty.

“I’ll distract the Stantler while you go around and grab the rye bread. Then we run for it.” That’s the plan. It’s classic so it must be good.

Jack removes his left hand and swings his right one forward, releasing his Pokemon..... Beedrill. Beedrill buzzes out from his Pokeball and hovers in front of Jack. “Ok Beedrill, let’s get that rye bread back. Pin Missile attack!”

Beedrill clasps its needles together and they glow light green. Large green triangle missiles fire out and hit Stantler right on target. Stantler screams and charges at Beedrill extra fast, probably Take Down. Beedrill zips up into the air and watches it miss. Beedrill’s eyes glow, his needles still close together, and fires a Pin Missile again, still hitting Stantler dead on. Stantler, having the offensive disadvantage against a flying Pokemon, releases a pink smell into the air which surrounds Beedrill. Beedrill begins to see numerous amounts of Moltres in the air.

“Oh no, that must be Stantler’s Hypnosis attack. Beedrill, snap out of it.”

Beedrill shrieks and zips out of sight, to get away from all the fiery Moltres. Jack hopes he didn’t go to far. He turns around, looking through the trees then turns back to Stantler and nearly leaps out of his shoes. Stantler had started charging at him. With no time to react, Jack freezes in his spot.

Marty points behind Jack and shouts out a cliche. “It’s a Pidgey, no it’s a Fearow, no, it’s super Beedrill!”

Yep, Beedrill races through the trees, passes Jack and collides with Stantler, Tackle vs Take Down. Beedrill shakes around, having been badly poked by one of its horns. Stantler, still standing, moves its back leg through the dirt, signifying another charge. Stantler digs in the dirt and gets a good leap in the air and greatly hits Beedrill on his two wings. Beedrill comes crashing to the ground and Stantler lands gracefully.

Jack gasps, “Beedrill’s wings look shot. That’s bad. Beedrill, you need rest.” Beedrill is sucked back into his Pokeball. Jack looks at Stantler, then at Marty, then back at Stantler, then quickly back at Marty, then at the rye bread. Marty is holding the rye bread. Everyone stays still, motionless, like statues. Jack smiles, points with his hand to go left. Marty nods. “RUN!!!” Jack lags behind Marty who had a good running jump. Jack is being closely followed by Stantler, who seems very mad at them for taking the food that it rightfully stole from them.

“Ahhhhhh!!!” The screams could be heard in front of Jack, it was Marty. Jack jumps through some high bushes, still running but suddenly, he skids to a stop. Before him, is a large quadratic hole, about ten feet deep with sides of probably twenty-five and twenty feet. It looks like the base for a house to be built. Jack barely stops before falling into the hole. There, below him, by his shoes, the rye bread lies. And Marty was in the hole, barely hanging on the side.

Stantler charges at him through the high bush. It jumps but as he bends down to pick up the rye bread, Stantler flies over him, straight into the hole. It crashes down on the dirt floor, dirt flying everywhere. Jack stands up and sighs loudly.

“Hey Jack, get me out of here!” Marty is holding on to the side of the hole, hanging on so he doesn’t fall down into it. Jack kneels down and lifts him up and out of the hole. His nice clothes were now all dirty. “Thanks. I appreciate it. Let’s get out of here before Stantler finds a way out of the hole.” Marty begins to run in the direction of the limo then stops as Jack stays there, staring at Stantler. “Come on now.”

Jack watches as Stantler tries to jump out of the hole, failing. And failing once more. “I can’t leave it there. What if it never gets out?” He sits down, crossing his legs.

“Hey, you kids, get ‘way from my dirt hole.” An old man, very old man, in overalls, and wearing a farmer’s straw hat, slowly walks over to the youngsters. “I said git from my area.”

Maybe this old man has some answers. Jack turns around, still sitting. “But there’s a Stantler in the hole. I don’t think it will be able to get out.”

The old, very old man looks into the hole. “My, my. Where’s that granddaughter of mine? I told her five minutes ago to put a fence ‘round this hole. She’s gonna git such a wooping...” He takes out an old, ancient looking pocket watch, looks at it, then puts it back. “And don’t you worry youngsters, that Stantler is always falling in that hole. It always is able to git out. You best be heading out of here.”

Stantler tries jumping out of the hole, failing again.

Jack stands up and addresses the old, very old man. “But I weakened it a bit by battling. What if it doesn’t have enough strength to jump out?” He sees Marty open his mouth. “And no, I won’t leave it stuck down there.”

Someone comes rustling through the tall bushes that Jack ran through. She was about fifteen, red hair, wearing overalls with regular clothes under it. She is holding a long board over her head, maybe 15 feet long. Good balance. She places the board skinny side down to rest.

The very old man walks up to her and grabs her arm. “There ya’ are. Where’s the fence building materials?”

She cringes from her arm being grabbed. “Don’t yell at me, there are no materials in the truck to build a fence except for this board which we use to get in and out of the hole. You musta forgot to put them into the truck again. So nyuh!!” She stuck her tongue out at her grandfather, while he turned back around, letting go of her arm.

“Ok then, ya git over there and git that Stantler out of our hole. This other youngster is right, it won’t be able to jump out in its weakened condition.”

Marty runs over to the granddaughter. “I’ll help.” He smiles happily and she accepts.

Jack watches as the board is lowered into the hole, it fits. There were little grooves in the board, like steps, so it would be easier to get in and out of the hole. Stantler moves toward the board, then charges, antlers first. The strong antlers hit the weakened bend in the center, snapping the board in half. The board falls down, into the hole and lies still. Stantler tries to jump again, failing once more.

The old, very old man takes out a handkerchief, wipes his head, then puts it back in his overall pocket. “Gall darn it all. Look what ya’ done, Angelina. Ya’ know how long it took me ta get that piece of wood and make those notches in them?” He inches closer to her, she backs away into a tree- no where to run. “It cost me money, something we don’t have much of.”

Marty jumps in front of the old, very old man. “I do believe it’s my fault, sir. Ya see, that Stantler wants this rye bread that I ha........”

“So, yer the cause of this, eh?” He strokes his old, wrinkly chin, thinking for a second. “Then ya’ owe me a new board..... or maybe a latter. Yeah, give me a latter.”

Marty nods his head kindly and shows the old man some money. “Fifty bucks. That’s enough for you to get a ladder plus something extra for the trouble we have caused.”

The very old mans eyes lit up quickly, he snatches the money and pockets it fast. “Wise beyond your youth, youngster.” He leaves and heads in the direction of Jack. “Git that thing out of my hole. I’ll give ya’ something if ya’ can do it in ten minutes.”

Jack looks over at Stantler. It looks at Jack with a sympathetic look in its eyes. Then its eyes change and it rams into the side dirt wall, knocking some dirt out and making a hole.
“Well..... I do want to get to the Johto League and start getting badges as soon as possible. But as long as I’m here, I’ll do it.” The question was how to get Stantler out. He had to think fast, cause the ten minutes has already started. The very old man had his ancient pocket watch out, the clock started.

One minute passes. Marty, Angelina and the very old man await Jack’s decision.

“Ok, I’m going to catch it. It’s probably weak enough now...” He takes out a Pokeball and throws it at Stantler. Stantler moves its feet and kicks back the Pokeball. “Nope. Going to have to do this the hard way I guess.” Jack moves through his pack and finds the appropriate Pokemon for the job. “Alright, Go Spinarak!”

Spinarak lands on the ground down in the hole. Stantler, on the opposite side of the hole, eyes Spinarak with an evil stare. “Use Agility, then use Fury Swipes.” Spinarak rushes at Stantler, dashes to the side, back and forth, forth and back. Stantler kicks up some sand to try to blind Spinarak but it misses due to his super Agility speed. *SMACK**SLASH**BLAMO**CLANK* Stantler is wacked furiously by Fury Swipes, Spinarak moves all over its body, swiping anywhere. Spinarak moves toward the back of Stantler, near its back feet.

“No Spinarak, away from its hind legs.”

Too late. Spinarak falls victim to a buck kick and lands into the shorter length dirt wall. Spinarak regains balance just as he is hit by a charging Stantler with Tackle. Stantler charges backwards and rushes forward again. Spinarak uses Agility and dodges to the side extremely quick like, ending up behind it after it hits the wall. Stantler looks around, spies Spinarak, and angers even more. It quickly rushes Spinarak and he goes flying out of the hole.

“Ahh, you alright Spinarak?” Spinarak answers weakly. “Guess not. Rest now.” The spider is called back to his Pokeball. “Alright, go Farfetch’d.” Farfetch’d flies out of the Pokeball, hovering in the air, holding his leek with his beak.

Stantler looks up, out of the hole. Just like with Beedrill, an attacking disadvantage to a flying type. Tackles and Stomps would be hard to do.

“Farfetch’d, go forth with Steel Wing.”

Farfetch’d moves out of hover mode and flies down to Stantler. His wings begin to glow and become hard, kinda like steel but not exactly like it. His fast flying action causes Stantler to stare and take the hit directly across its head. Stantler runs to the opposite side of the hole, trying to have a long, running jump out. Stantler fails again, this time not even jumping halfway up. It is becoming weaker. Jack can guess that it was trying to get out to make a run for it. But there is something more to this Stantler that Jack doesn’t know yet.

Jack smiles, “Again Farfetch’d!”

Farfetch’d’s wings glow and become steel-like as he soars at Stantler again. A cry of pain shoots out of Stantler’s mouth as it is stuck on the back this time. Jack calls for the same attack since it seems to be working. Farfetch’d moves down again, ready to strike. Stantler, turns around with as much of its strength, twists backward, and buck kicks Farfetch’d as he approaches. *CRUNCH* That has to hurt. Farfetch’d falls down, into the hole; its left wing curled in as a sign of extreme pain.

“Dang it man. The wing must be to hurt. He can’t fly...” True, flying won’t help Farfetch’d any longer. He grips the leek in his right wing, ready to strike with an attack. “No, I must return him now. Farfetch’d, return....” The red beam goes out, but Stantler blocks it from reaching his Pokemon. Jack growls.

Stantler looks at Farfetch’d after turning away from looking at the trainer trying to catch it. Its eyes go wide-eyed as Farfetch’d rushes it. Once, twice, three times a beating of Fury Attack. Farfetch’d normally uses his left wing, so his leek hits aren’t as strong as they can be. Stantler’s back legs collapse in, causing it to sit down, sort of.

Jack has moved to a different area around the hole and easily recalls Farfetch’d. With that done, he looks at Stantler. Maybe it is weak enough, he thought. With that in mind, Jack tosses down a Pokeball. It sucks in the sitting Stantler with ease. One wiggle, two wiggle, three wiggle, four..... The Pokeball fires back at Jack, Stantler escapes it and appeares back in the hole again. Frustrated, he goes through his list of Pokemon, thinking about who to use next.

“RRRRRRrrrrrrrroooooooaaaaaarrrrrrr!!!!” Gyarados comes out of his Pokeball and lands on the ground with a light ‘thud’.

“See that Stantler down there?” Gyarados nods. “That’s our objective.”

Of course Gyarados understands, of course. Why wouldn’t he listen to his wise Trainer that cared for him as a little Magikarp. Gyarados, outside of the hole, looks down from his elevated perspective. Stantler simply stands there, looking weak, tired, wanting to get out of it. Gyarados moves over to the short length side of the hole, Stantler watches him closely.

Jack shouts out to his enormous Gyarados. “I’m tired of playing around now. Let’s end this in one shot.”

Stantler, the old, very old man, Marty, and Angelina all gasp. They knew what it was Jack was calling for. Stantler runs to the opposite side of the hole, the furthest from Gyarados. Pink waves begin to fill the air. It was obvious that Stantler was trying Hypnosis. But it won’t work fast enough; Gyarados is too tall and Stantler is too far away. Everyone watches and backs away a little. An energy ball forms in his mouth. It becomes bigger and bigger and bigger, then, when it’s at its largest energy ball, the beam of white blasting energy is fired. Stantler blinks, that’s all it can do. Imagine a huge dusty explosion. Dust and dirt and bits of grass fly everywhere.

Jack walks up to the hole. It is nearly destroyed. The short side, next to Jack and opposite Gyarados, has crumbled down and caves in. Stantler is there, covered in dirt, lying on its side. He can tell it is still ok because one of its ears kept moving slightly.

“That’s it,” Jack exclaims. He takes an empty Pokeball from his pocket of infinite Pokeballs. “This one is for you. One present, coming your way.” The second Pokeball goes flying down and sucks up the dirt covered Stantler. It really gave up a good battle between Marty and Jack. Would it be enough to capture it?
The Pokeball rolls back and forth in the dirt, back and forth...

(-o-) Stantler Caught!

Commentary

Spoiler

04-06-10

I like when Jack looks at everyone and finally decides to run, heh. Basically this is just an extension and mostly a long battle. We meet the very old man and Angelina, whom were going to be reoccurring characters. We will probably see them later, not sure when. And I don't know what they were doing digging a hole in the middle of the forest, maybe we find that out later. The battle was pretty unfair for Stantler, trapped like that and not being able to defend properly. History lesson: Hyper Beam was the most powerful attack (besides Double Edge) and if you were hit, you were basically dead/fainted. So while the battle wasn't too long, surviving a Hyper Beam was almost impossible in a story.

I chose Stantler because I wanted something with Hypnosis to put any Pokemon to sleep. Everyone had Gengar and I didn't want to follow the popular path. So now I had everything I wanted for battling in stories to catch Pokemon: flying type, false swipe, electric type for paralyzing, something to trap Pokemon from leaving (Spinarak), and hypnosis for sleeping. However, as my knowledge with URPG stories increased then, I didn't end up using these tactics much.

Original Post: March 2002 @ Ultimate Yahoo Club

 

12- Caution! Sleeping Pokemon Ahead​

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Time has past since his capture of Stantler. Yes, a couple hours has gone by now. What’s that you say? What happened after the capture of Stantler? Fine, I’ll tell you.

Jack climbs out of the hole with the aided help of Marty and Angelina pulling him up. Once on top, he takes the Pokeball containing Stantler out of his pocket and places it with some of the others in his pack.

“Youngster, thanks ya’ mighty much for getting Stantler out of our digging hole. Now scat! We still have work ta be done.” The old, very old man shoos his hands at Jack and Marty to go away.

“Well, I guess that’s all. Good luck with your digging and all that fun stuff you guys do.” Jack and Marty begin walking away. Then they turn around to a voice.

Angelina was waving, “Maybe we’ll meet up again in the future. We do work all over Kanto.”

Jack smiles. “Yeah, maybe.” He then turns around along with Marty and walks on. “But I will be in the Johto League by tomorrow.”

With some luck, the two of them find their way back to the limo. Jensen was ecstatic to see that they retrieved the expensive rye bread. Even though now it was dirty and inedible. He puts it in the back with the rest of the food. The rye bread is not sold in Saffron City and they have to travel to Vermillion once a week to get more. It is not for them, but Marty’s parents; they can’t live without that type of bread.

The Mini-Healer machine is turned on, and every Pokeball is placed in. Jack with ten Pokemon and Marty with one... huh? Marty places two Pokeballs into the machine. An interesting thing to do which surprises Jack.

“Did you catch a Pokemon while searching for Stantler?” He is happy that Marty can finally catch his own Pokemon instead of stealing from other trainers like the Grimer incident.

Marty smiles lightly. “Yeah, I’ll explain. I found a smaller Stantler very quickly. I thought it was the same one but it wasn’t. I ended up beating it partially because it was a young Pokemon. Maybe even related to the one you caught.” Marty shrugs. “What’s done is done. I can’t take this back. Stantler’s are strong I hear. So I thought about catching it.” Jack nods in agreement. “Besides, there are no rules saying I can’t capture a baby Stantler.”

Jack snaps his fingers. “What if the rye bread the mom Stantler stole was for the baby Stantler? You know, to feed it. That would explain the harsh reaction against us when she wanted to get out of the hole. Did we do a bad thing?”

“No. Just think if we hadn’t come along. Would the baby Stantler have food? Hard to tell. Stantler are struggling to survive here and maybe we have helped them by giving them each a home.” Pretty deep thinking for someone so much younger than Jack. And he is being very mature about it while he talks.

Time and time passes by. The sleek, black limo rolls down the highway street. Within a couple miles, Saffron will be visible. But once again, Jack hops out of the limo and challenges walking trainers to a battle. In which, they gladly accept.

(Cue 1v1 battle with pokemaster148)
(Cue 3v3 battle with direwolfprimary)

He won the first battle; however, that second battle was hard which is why he lost. It shows that he has much more to learn. Plus his Pokemon need to evolve to their higher forms to help Jack out more.

Before jumping back into the limo, Jack and Marty let their Stantler out, respectively. The chat begins with the four of them. At first, mom Stantler didn’t want to let her baby go but it turns out being captured will be for the better. Jack convinces them not to let this block their potential and every battle should be for their counter-part. It will take some time to see if the Stantler understand.

One mile down the road and Jack spots someone he has seen before. A strong trainer that he must challenge. He saw him battle once but never got the chance to challenge. So out he goes.

(Cue 3v3 battle with ashitaka333)

Great battle; Jack threw everything he could at him but it wasn’t enough. This loss will only make him stronger with his training. He will beat this guy, whose name was Leroy. Leroy was going to Johto also, so Jack will be ready to battle him next time when he sees him again.

The road curves up ahead, trees along the side so you can’t see what’s coming around the bend. It moves nicely and cleanly, then the limo slows down to a stop. They are still on the curve of the road which means, well.... what could it mean?

The window separating the driver from the back area lowers down. Jensen faces the two in the back as the Mini-Healer machine finishes healing again. “There is something blocking the road, and you won’t believe what it is. It’s gigantic!”

So, Jack and Marty hop out and gaze at the large sleeping Pokemon up ahead fifteen yards. Quickly, Marty is the first to shout, “Snorlax are not found around here. Must have wandered far, far away from its group or something. Odd.” He then smiles. “I want it!”

On the other side of Snorlax, another car is stopped from the blockage. The driver can be heard screaming for some reason.

Jack appears next to the guy. “Hello. What’s going ...” He could easily see the situation. Snorlax is lying on a Bellsprout. “What..?” The Bellsprout top half was out but the bottom half is still stuck. It looks extremely weak and tired, too tired to even help with its vines.

“Don’t just stand there, help me get this Bellsprout out from underneath Snorlax.” This guy look stronger than Jack but even he can’t do it alone.

“How did this happen?”

The guy sighs heavily. “I’ll tell you, then help me.” Jack nods. “I parked for one second to dump my trash when this Bellsprout was being chased out of the forest by a Snorlax. At the same time, a Jigglypuff came from the other side and collided with Bellsprout. Snorlax arrived and yelled at the two. Jigglypuff sang, they fell asleep, and Snorlax fell on Bellsprout. Jigglypuff was knocked into the air and far into the distance. There, NOW HELP!!”

Pulling doesn’t seem like its working so Jack calls out Beedrill. “Prick that Snorlax with your stinger.” Beedrill zips around and heads for the side of Snorlax, stinger out in front. *PRICK* Snorlax leaps up into the air, Beedrill flies away, and the guy grabs Bellsprout before Snorlax comes clobbering down, which it does. The concrete ground moves like a small earthquake, the two cars and people bobble up and down once. The limo’s back and left side windows shatter, as the other car gets away with no damage because it’s actually a jeep with high suspension. Jack backs away, Beedrill hovers down next to him. “Nice job Beedrill.” He turns to the guy. “How’s the Bellsprout?” It lay on the ground and the guy runs to his jeep.

“Your problem. I’ve got things to do.” He drives the jeep around the landed Snorlax and blasts off speedily around the bend. Such a nice guy, isn’t he?

Jensen moves back to the limo, crying at the damage as Marty wanders on the other side of Snorlax, next to Jack. “Now what do we do about this? Try to move it?” Jack picks up Bellsprout and holds it in his arms.

Good question. Here’s an answer. Snorlax stumbles up, grumpy as ever. It spies Beedrill and identifies it to be the culprit of the stinging. Snorlax charges.

“Uh, Beedrill. Evade!” Jack and Marty run to the side of the road to safety as Snorlax clobbers down the road after Beedrill. “Fly higher, so it can’t get to you.” Beedrill soars higher and higher and out of reach of the lardy.

“Can I recall and try to escape this angry Snorlax? Probably too risky. Hmmmm.... We have to calm it down.”

Marty smirks happily, “Why not battle it and allow me to capture Snorlax.”

Shaking his head, Jack heartily laughs. “Why would I work hard to battle it and give it to you? This one is mine.” He stands in battle mode. “Beedrill, attack from above with Pin Missile.”

Beedrill clasps his green glowing needles together, and fires the green triangle shaped energy down at an easy target. Snorlax takes the consecutive hits in the stomach and laughs from its ticklish feeling. Then, it gets angry again and prepares to attack back. Snorlax sucks in lots of air from the surroundings- is it doing a wind attack? No. Snorlax surprises all with a Hyper Beam at Beedrill. With no warning from Jack, Beedrill remains motionless and is blasted away of the huge amount of energy. Falling, falling.... Jack recalls Beedrill in midair. Snorlax turns slowly and watches Jack. Not good.

“Let me try.” Marty prepares to send out his Wartortle.

“SNOOOORRRRREEEEE....!!!!!”

Snorlax charges Jack, causing him to hand Bellsprout to Marty who now is not able to grab his Pokeball for Wartortle. Jack rushes around the street, becoming tired faster than Snorlax.
Jensen runs to the limo, turns on the engine, and backs up, away from the battle. He then honks the horn, in turn, grabbing Snorlax’s attention.

Now Jack has time to grab a Pokeball, he randomly grabs and throws it out. Vulpix pops out. Snorlax return to face the Trainer. “Vulpix, gotta be fast. Flamethrower.” Snorlax’s body flares the fire sideways, like deflecting it away with its fat with mild burns. Snorlax rushes through the heat and hits Vulpix off the street and onto the dirt. Snorlax hurriedly jumps up into the air and lands down on top of Vulpix, like a shoe coming down on an ant. OUCH!

Jack turns away from the super hit, worrying about his first Poke-pal. Snorlax slowly stands up and examines the damage. Jack can barely see a small hole in the ground. Vulpix must have used Dig to escape. Vulpix did, as she jumps out of it safely. She responds by wrapping Snorlax in a Fire Spin. To which, Snorlax flails its arms wildly and brushes it away, mildly burned again. It smacks Vulpix again with Tackle, hitting her onto the street this time. Again, Snorlax jumps into the air, and comes down on Vulpix for a second time. No way to use Dig to get out of this. And the result, Vulpix is skinnier than a super model.

Jack gasps insanely, “VULPIX!” For fear of Vulpix, Jack has to recall and send another of his Pokemon. This time, he had time to think who to choose while Vulpix battled. “Ok, go my Sudowoodo.” Sudowoodo comes out and hugs Jack. Smiling, “Yeah, I like you too. Now be brave and prevent that Snorlax from attacking me. You don’t want me hurt now, do you?” Sudowoodo fiercely shakes her head and turns to the big one.

Both are kind of the same height, maybe an even match in that sense, but not build-wise. “Ok, get in there and try a Slam attack.” Sudowoodo jumps into the air, raising her arms then slams the down on Snorlax’s head. Jack snaps his fingers again. “Yes, the head, go for the head. The weak spot.” Sudowoodo jumps to Slam once more but Snorlax grabs the rocky tree, preventing it from achieving this attack. Snorlax leans its head back then rushes it forward for a head smacking Headbutt. Sudowoodo jumps back from the normal hit, shaking it off. She moves near the big galoot and swipes at its feet with Low Kick. Snorlax cries in small pain and lets gravity do the trick. Down, down...... Sudowoodo is smothered by Snorlax. Oh the humanity!

“Ah gee, not again.” Jack could see the parts of Sudowoodo using Flail to try to squeeze out. Rock’s can’t hold pressure for too long, then they burst. He think as a blast of lighting shoots Snorlax off the ground a couple feet, enough room for Sudowoodo to roll out of the way. “Oh, used that Thunderpunch attack I see. Ok, try an Ice Punch then.” So she does. Sudowoodo’s hand begin to freeze and she swings at Snorlax. *SHING* Snorlax feels the burn of coldness, slightly freezing its gut into ice. “Now, attack.” Sudowoodo jumps up and Slams the head again, causing Snorlax to fall backwards to the ground with a thump. The street cracks under the pressure.

Jack wanders over to Marty, who lies on the ground with a sore to his head. What he saw next is Bellsprout on the ground, still weak from Snorlax sitting on it. He picks it up with one hand, to carry it and make it better with body heat. With his right hand, he holds an empty Pokeball, ready to throw. He places Bellsprout back down for a moment, and lunges the Pokeball at Snorlax. The blubber bounces the ball back at Jack, who ducks quickly. The Pokeball hits a tree behind him and falls to the floor, hitting Bellsprout instead. And guess what, Bellsprout is sucked in no problem.

Jack scratches his head, “That.... was unexpected.” The ball twitches back and forth but he can’t watch that, he must keep his head on Snorlax and Sudowoodo.

Snorlax gets up, breaking the ice on its gut. It sucks in the surrounding air like a vacuum. Jack yells for Sudowoodo to move out of the way. Instead, she runs at Snorlax and attacks its head with Slam. As soon as Sudowoodo makes contact, Snorlax lets Hyper Beam fly. The close firing of a powerful attack causes a huge explosion on the street. Jack squints from the blast; the air rushes around him. Sudowoodo flies overhead and lands against a tree. The blast clears and Snorlax is seen, bruised and messed up from the close range shot. It stands, not moving a wink. Then, its feet slowly scrape against the asphalt, moving toward Jack.

He can hear tubby growling or grumbling, whichever, they sound pretty much the same. Snorlax doesn’t seem that thrilled to be hurt so much. “Heh, nice Snorlax. I was helping Bellsprout get out from beneath you, so it doesn’t can stay alive. I care about Pokemon, even you. But you must stop attacking.”

Yeah, like that would stop a Snorlax. Sleep can’t stop a Snorlax, well, for very long that is. It keeps approaching, almost off the street and on the side where Jack and Marty and the undecided Pokeball lies.

“Ok, I guess I have to keep this battle going.” Before Jack could send someone else out, a blur moves over Jack and strikes Snorlax hard. Snorlax is pushed back to the middle of the two lane road.

“Sudo sudo woodo woodo.” Sudowoodo didn’t sound too happy either. She really wants to defend her trainer.

Jack smiles in joy. “That’s the spirit. Show the opposition that you will never stop.”

Sudowoodo begins the thrusting punches of electricity, fire and ice, not stopping until either of them falls to the ground out of energy. *BIF* *BAM* *ZAP* *KLOIN* Kloin? What an odd sound. Sudowoodo jumps forward, striking every spot on Snorlax’s body. Snorlax curls up in a large ball, but the emotional blows keep hitting, and hard.

How could any Trainer not be proud to see one of his the Pokemon he recently caught be so loyal and so fast. Sudowoodo turns out to be a great capture.

Snorlax pushes the tree off with some small strength of a Headbutt. Sudowoodo copies the exact move with her Mimic ability, and hits head first into its soft stomach. Snorlax sighs in exhaustion, stumbling backwards around the street.

“Ok, knock it down with one more Headbutt.” Sudowoodo charges forward and hits above the gut, causing the center of gravity to move its feet, therefore, Snorlax falls down.

After the ground quiets down, Jack prepares his second throw of a blank Pokeball. “Here we go. Let this be the end.” The Pokeball moves swiftly through the air, and touches the skin of the plump Snorlax and manages to fit the huge Pokemon into the small Pokeball. Amazing!

Jack kneels to the ground, tired from this long day of adventure as he awaits the result of the moving Snorlax ball...... oh, not to mention the Bellsprout he has temporarily forgotten about. That outcome would have happened already, and all he has to do is look down. But all he can do is wait for the big outcome....

(-o-) Snorlax Caught!
(-o-) Bellsprout Caught!

Grade

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Grader: Flareon
Date: 10-24-2002

Bellsprout and Snorlax. Caught. Reason why I should let you are unknown at this time. j/k

The grammar was good. The spelling was fine. You seemed to have capitazation error problems. You threw in a lot of slang. I think so. Description was fine as well. I'm not going to go into detail what to do better because it was a good story.
Good job.
~kev~

Commentary

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2-16-12

This is where double captures become my staple. Having gotten used to the writing system for a year, I was confident in writing stories for two Pokemon rather than one like everyone else did. This basically put me at or near the top of the class. This was writing beyond what anyone expected. Our standards were so low back then, heh.

The inspiration for this story was the fact that Snorlax was found blocking paths in R/B and G/S. So I thought, why not block the road with one? Bellsprout was a random choice- just needed something weak enough to not need much effort, similar to how I caught Metapod. Still love the part when Snorlax creates a shockwave and breaks the limo. Also, bad plot design using the mini healer in the limo to catch 6 Pokemon on the few hour drive from Vermillion to Saffron. Bet no one noticed! After this, I try to space it out more timely so it makes sense.

Now, you may wonder why Sudowodo knows the elemetals punches. I bought them from the mart and taught it too him. Therefore, he now knows it in the story. Story-wise, it doesn't make sense, but rp-wise it does. I think that's how everyone did it back then. The Pokemon you went for only used level-up moves. Once caught and taught TM's, you could use it in stories. Or maybe it was just me. ha! Either way, I still follow that thought to this day.

Original Post: October 10, 2002 @ Ultra Yahoo Group

 

13- One Spooky Night in Saffron City​

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Jack jumps for joy as the Snorlax Pokeball stops shaking. The large angry Pokemon has been stopped. But what will happen when he lets him out? He runs to the middle of the street. “Awesome. I caught a Snorlax. I couldn’t be happier.... so close to my dream.” If we remember, his dream is to get all the badges from every Gym. He isn’t too interesting in stardom and being the popular Trainer, only badges and friendship with his Pokemon will be his reward. He picks up the Pokeball and puts it in his pocket for now. “Oh,” he calmly says, “what about poor Bellsprout?” That’s right, his accidental capture of Bellsprout... but did the Pokeball stop with the Pokemon inside it? Only one way to find out. Turning around, he looks to the side of the road, lying next to Marty should be a Pokeball, with or without a Pokemon inside. To his surprise, no Pokeball lay there. “It’s gone?”

How can an injured Pokemon and a Pokeball disappear? Unless it was Marty. Marty turns over on his side, now looking at Jack with wide open eyes, still bruised at the head. He smiles shakily, slowly talking, “Did I fool you?” Jack is now right above his new rich friend, and he sees a Pokeball on the other side of him. “Yes, that is the Pokeball and Bellsprout is inside. Take it, it’s rightfully yours.” So he does, and he pockets this one also. “I should have never tried for Snorlax and should have kept that Bellsprout as my own instead. I was greedy.” Rich people are often greedy people, it’s because they are lavished with many riches without doing anything, spoiled is the word. But to admit being greedy, that takes guts from a ten year old.

But Jack kindly understands and helps Marty up from the dirty ground. His expensive clothes are covered with dirt from head to toe. Would they throw it away and buy a new suit or simply wash it? Puzzling, but not interesting to think about at this time. Jensen pulls the limo next to the two, walks around, opens the door for them, sits back inside, and drives rigidly across the newly rugged street. It will take days to fix the cracks in the road. On the other hand, it will take minutes to fix a rich mans limo windows. *CA-CHING* $.$

Saffron City, a city full of life and mystery. The tall skyscraper buildings loom over the rest of the smaller facilities. The road becomes perpendicular to the city, eventually leading straight into it. A few houses lie on the outskirts of Saffron. But one of them catches Jacks attention. So, Jensen pulls over and parks in front of the house. They must be a mile from main city streets.

The house is plain, simple white, one story house. No fancy decorations on the lawn. The thing that stands out is the Jeep with high suspension. Yes, the very same Jeep that ditched Bellsprout after helping it out from under Snorlax.

“How did he get past us? I thought he went the other way.” Jack ignores Marty and walks over to the door and knocks loudly. He can hear the television and from the sound, it’s a soup opera. But the door is not where the guy comes from, rather the side.

He looks over at the unwelcome visitor. “Hey, it’s you. What do you want?”

Jack pulls out a Pokeball. “You abandoned an injured Pokemon, not caring about it. You may say that you care, but leaving after helping it is insulting. That is why I challenge you to a battle of honor.” Jack has never been more serious. He will teach this guy a lesson for disrespecting Pokemon all over.

The guy scratches his head, “Uh, yeah. My Pokemon will beat you down.” The two line out in the front yard and battle on the lately mowed grass.

(Cue 1v1 Battle with Pokemaster148)

This guy isn’t much of a trainer. His lack of love and care for his Pokemon caused his immediate downfall. Flawless victory even. Jack has done the deed.

*CREAK* The door of the house opens with an older man, balding with a pot belly, glaring at the battle. “What’s going on here that interrupted my television watching? Huh? A battle? Fine, want a real battle... let’s go.” He pulls out three Pokeballs and smirks at Jack. Shrugging, he accepts.

(Cue 3v3 Battle with gotenks2610)

This battle provided a greater challenge. Almost losing, Jack manages to come back and strike him down. The balding fat guy has even less care for his Pokemon, however strong. Trust is what keeps Pokemon battling to their full extent.

“Alright, fine. My friend and I learned our lessons. Please leave the premise right now.” He points to a sign that says ‘That means YOU!’

Jack nods, “But tell me what was so important that you couldn’t stay.”

The guy sighs loudly and sternly says, “A business meeting about Pokemon captures. Happy?”

Ok, the limo moves on and down the short road. Jack got his answer with great results. Why is the world full of Trainers that don’t care? It can’t be stopped, all Jack can do is care more and try to even out the balance.

“I’m here at last.” After five unexpected captures later, Jack makes it to Saffron City. The limo pulls into a parking garage for VIP’s only. This will be a fun experience for anyone not rich.

Well, as it turns out, Jack denies living with Marty for a couple days. He wants to be old fashioned with training and be at the Pokecenter where all the action takes place. That way he can be up to date with Pokemon situations around the city. Jensen says his goodbyes and gives Jack a small token of his appreciation: a piece of the expensive rye bread. Jack thinks *BLEH* and smiles. Marty shakes his hand and also hands Jack an item: a Fire Stone. Marty says ‘why not use it now?’ But Jack knows when his Pokemon are ready to evolve and wants them to decide, not him. The mom and baby Stantler say their goodbyes also. Such a heartbreaking separation.

The rich company is gone and Jack is alone... well, except for his Pokemon. He walks out from the train station, all tickets sold out for two days. Man, what can he do now? Yep, explore and battle. Mostly battle.

Talking to himself, “You know, am I ready to challenge the Gym in Goldenrod City? Maybe, but I think these next two days are evolving-my-Pokemon days. But first, a quick survey of the city.”

Hmmm, this one street he takes a turn down has few people and no moving cars. The stores are open but hardly any customers. And any people on the street are running, not walking. He walks into this one clothing store and finds a nice overcoat made of corduroy and adequately long. Shorts won’t match, so he buys some elastic felt type pants- no belt required. After changing with his new look, Jack crosses the street and buys some Poke-belts that stick on one side. That way, he can line the inside of his overcoat with some of his Pokeballs and grab from there. Sneaky! Jack has noticed that each cashier has given him the cold-eye look. They seem scared or something. Upon the third cashier, which he buys an upgraded version of his hat, also spooked and pale. Having enough courage now, Jack speaks.

“Why is everyone around here acting weird?” The cashier points nervously behind the customer. Jack turns and also flushes pale.

“G..ggg...gggg...gggghost!”

Gastly spins horizontally, tongue flailing around with high pitched screaming. And just like a scardy-cat, Jack flees the building and runs from the street, all the way back to the Pokecenter.

After he calms down from talking with his family, Jack finds a chair and plops down. Nurse Joy walks over with her hand to her face. “I heard about that Gastly from Trainers that come in. It’s been here for about 2 months. No one can shop down that street. Your were lucky to visit more than one store.”

Jack made three purchases; does that make him special? “Why can’t it be caught?”

Joy sighs. “Believe me, powerful trainers have tried but it never shows up to battle. No one has been able to touch it. But right now, a Trainer has been called from Lavender Town to take care of this ghost. Steer clear of that street and you’ll be fine.”

~*~*~​

*SIGH* The next day approaches, Jack is up early and searching for action. And he finds it quickly.

(Cue 3v3 Battle with gurl53092)

A heart breaking loss. But an hour later, another battle ensues.

(Cue 3v3 Battle with flareon008)

Another loss. Maybe mornings are not his battling strength. He may be too tired. Yeah, lets blame something else rather that the person who’s fault it really is.

After lunch of Cheeseburgers, Jack is challenged by a young trainer. Thinking this will be easy, he replies.

(Cue 1v1 Battle with jiggly_girlzaa)

Horrendous! Trying to match fire with fire, Vulpix against a Growlithe, doesn’t work as Jack loses. He cuddles Vulpix in his arms. “Poor Vulpix. You’ll be fine with some rest.”

Late afternoon set in, he battles one more time before heading back to the Pokecenter.

(Cue 3v3 Battle with teeshtwo)

Winning is bliss. Plus, his Pokemon are happy. Maybe night time in Saffron City is his energy for battles. Whatever it is, Jack is one step closer to evolving his Pokemon.

On his way back to the Pokecenter, a girl stops him and asks a question. “Do you know where Line Street is? I’m new here, coming from Lavender Town and I am kinda lost.”

Jack recalls what Joy said..... ‘But right now, a Trainer has been called from Lavender Town to take care of this ghost.’ Maybe, just maybe, she is that Trainer. “Uh, I think it’s that way.” Jack decides to go for it and see how strong she is. “Want to battle before you go?”

“Oh, I don’t think your part of my league.” Smiling, she sends out her first Pokemon.

(Cue 4v4 Battle with Gotenks2610)

Great battle, except for the fact that Jack lost. But that didn’t matter at all. Spinarak and Grimer both evolve to fight back but they were too weak to beat her Pokemon. But his achievement is almost ready. He set to evolve most of his Pokemon and he just did half of it. Tomorrow he will work on Magnemite and Metapod.

*YAWN* Night slowly sets in; dark clouds cover the sky quicker than piranhas can devour food. Jack checks his receipts and realizes the hat store guy overcharged him. So, it’s back to that one spooky street again. As soon as he arrives, a person standing by runs over to Jack. “Hey you, be careful around here. Some girl found that Gastly and is attempting to get rid of it. But since her arrival, stores are slowly becoming active again.” He stops and goes over to someone else wandering on the street.

“Good, then I don’t have to be worried about being scared again.” Jack shudders and wanders to the store. He sees jolts of lighting coming from an ally; it must be where the battle is happening. Shortly, the store clerk corrects the mistake and gives some money back and apologizes. With that finished, he leaves the store. But he doesn’t wander too far as he watches the ally again.

“Ok, Hyper Beam it now.”

The ally way explodes in a flash of light, trash being thrown everywhere. The girl comes walking out, with smoking clothes and a Pokeball in hand. She collapses on the ground all worn out. Jack decides to check on her.

A small crowd of people surround the girl. Everyone wanted to help but no one actually did anything. Then she speaks, “I couldn’t handle it. Too tricky.” And just as she stops, a shadowy figure appears smack dab in the center of the circle. Yep, Gastly. Silence.......

“Ahhhhh.....!!!”

Everyone runs and screams. Jack shivers to death, not liking to be scared at all. He runs and runs and takes a turn after this one store. He looks back to see no ghost following him and stops. *BONK* A brick wall stops Jack’s backward movement. A dead-end ally full of trash bags, one hugs trash bin and a sewer manhole. A wild Meowth perched on top of the wall meows and jumps to the other side. Jack calms down, breathing slowly, heart still beating so fast.

“Oooooooooooooo.... ahhhhhhhhh....”

Jack jumps from the scary noises. “Aw gee, this is creeping me out.” He breathes heavily. “I know Gastly will pop into the open. Don’t be scared, don’t be scared...” Jack closes his eyes and opens them up again.

“Gastly?”

*TEETH CHATTERING* Jack cringes as Gastly floats to the front of the ally. “Quit scaring me, I scare too easily.” Gastly disappears. A Pokeball is thrown out from Jack: Ariados. “Ariados, make a web around this area so Gastly will get caught.” Ariados starts working, shooting webbing all around to make a nice spiral web. “Oops, should have left an opening for me to escape through. Ariados, .....huh?” Ariados falls down to the ground with a hard hit. Gastly floating in the air laughing. Jack snaps into it and recalls Ariados. “That’s right. Gastly is a Pokemon and I can catch it. Ok Gastly, prepare to meet Jack....” he points to Gastly but it’s no longer there.

Then there is a loud screech behind the wall, like a cat fight. Jack turns to see Meowth return to the top of the wall, hissing at something. A blast of purple shatters a chunk from the top of the wall and blasts Meowth into the webbing made by Ariados. Part of the web, the lower part, breaks off into bits of pieces that float away in the air.

“Alright, go Beedrill. Take flight.” Beedrill is called upon and buzzes above. Jack also calls Vulpix out. “Beedrill, block that ghost. Vulpix, follow me.” The group splits up. Beedrill attacks, heading for Gastly. It fades from view, Beedrill moves right through it. Gastly reappears and blasts Beedrill with Night Shade.

Meanwhile, Meowth has some company. Vulpix Ember’s the webbing stuck to Meowth. It gives a hint that it’s alright but Jack picks it up anyway and move to the side of the ally.
*CRASH* Beedrill nails the ground and no longer can battle. “Ah, Beedrill. Rest. Vulpix, Flamethrower!” Vulpix aims up and fires her fire. Gastly manages to avoid again by disappearing. “No good. It will keep disappearing.” For one of the few times, Jack looks to the Pokedex.

POKEDEX: Gastly, the gas Pokemon: With it’s gas-like body, it can sneak into any place desired. However, it can be blown away by the wind.

“Really? Wind can blow the gas away. Sure, Farfetch’d, come on out and play.” Farfetch’d comes out to join Jack’s side along with Vulpix. “Farfetch’d, get ready and attack.”

“Fetch!” Farfetch’d takes to the sky. His eyes glow and Leer at Gastly. Gastly freezes for one second, just enough time for Peck to hit. Gastly sticks its tongue out and Licks Farfetch’d square on the face. Luckily it fails to paralyze and gives Farfetch’d another chance to attack. “Faaarrr!” Another Peck at the gas Pokemon hits.

“Gastly!” it says angrily and stares directly at Farfetch’d. Hypnosis waves comes out and affect Farfetch’d heavily. Down.....

“Nice try Farfetch’d.” Jack returns his flying type before hitting the cement bottom. “I didn’t even get to use a wind attack. How about Magnemite.” It pops out.

Gastly floats over Jack and through the webbing still up. Magnemite follows and Jack calls to stop just before it gets stuck. Close one. Before an attack can happen, Gastly disappears.

“Hmmm... if I can’t see Gastly, how can I battle it. *SNAP* I got it! Magnemite, use Rain Dance to create rain.” Having learned this new ability, Magnemite spins rapidly, jumping left to right, and right to left. A beam shoots into the already dark clouds. Moments later, it begins to rain. Jack kneels down, opening his overcoat to cover Meowth and Vulpix so they don’t get wet. “Don’t worry, you’ll both be fine under here for now.” He holds them both to his body for warmth. Now to look up at the battle.

Up above, the rain splashes off of the invisible Gastly which gives away his whereabouts. He may be invisible, but he can still be hit. “Thunderwave that ghost fast.” Magnemite sends electric waves at the spot the rain hits and Gastly appears, also being effected by Paralysis. The rain stops slowly but the clouds remain dark and overhead.

“Magnemite,” it says in it’s metallic voice as Jack orders and Thunder. Electricity pours out from the sides and shoots in all directions. Gastly is hit dead center; however, so is everything else since water conducts electricity. The whole ally lights up with yellow sparks.

“Gaaaaaaaassstlly....” “Vuuullllll...” “Eeeoooooooowww...” “Ahhhhh.....”

The only one not screaming is Magnemite. Jack falls backwards, Vulpix slumps down, Meowth falls sideways, Gastly hits the ground.... Wait, Gastly hit the ground? Maybe being paralyzed keeps it from going through objects. Jack sees this and quickly responds to action.

“Lock-on and Thunder again.” Magnemite charges at Gastly, using the metal brain to lock onto the ghost; then the electric blast of Thunder shoots in all directions again. To Jack’s quick thinking, and irresponsibility, everything except Magnemite is shocked again. He falls steaming more than before, “Ouch, that stings.” Gastly twirls around and around in circles from the blast right in front of Jack. “Oh, hey Vulpix... use Flamethrower.” Vulpix takes her time to be ready, especially after two major shocks, and this allows Gastly to dodge left to avoid. And being unlucky, Magnemite is hit instead. *FWOOM* *CLUNK* Magnemite falls down. Jack hits his head. “Stupid me. Return. Vulpix, I believe you can finish this.” He picks up Meowth and holds it inside his corduroy overcoat. It’s wet fur quickly becomes dry. It meows a sigh of relief.

Vulpix rushes out and nails Gastly with Fire Spin. The two stare at each other long and hard. Gastly is still being affected by the paralyzing affects of Thunderwave. Confuse Ray shoots out from each Pokemon, the combination explodes into a dark dust. Jack runs through the battle quickly to the entrance of the ally so he isn’t trapped by the brick wall. Vulpix and Gastly’s eyes glare with confusion. Vulpix aims high, too high, and fires at the webbing anchors. This burns the web connected to the side building, causing the web to collapse... directly onto Gastly. Gastly stumbles about and soars over Vulpix and rams into the wall, knocking it over to pieces. Vulpix fires yet again at a trash pile, setting fire to it.

“Vulpix, no. You better return. Uh, oops, I can’t reach her Pokeball since I’m holding Meowth.” So, he quickly puts the cat down and recalls Vulpix and sends Gyarados out to put the fire away. Meowth is returned to his warmth, now Jack has one hand free, holding an empty Pokeball.

Gyarados rummages through the bricks and uncovers Gastly’s gassy body. It’s purple gas no longer surrounds it, and its eyes are all swirly-like. “Good job Gyarados. You’re one step ahead of me. Pokeball, go!” Jack throws the Pokeball oddly and it lands onto Gastly. Undoubtably, it goes in and the moment of truth now begins. Has Jack captured the tricky ghost of Lane Street? If so, it has happened by a fluke accident. Now he waits...

I’ve done this before and I’m doing it again. Will the wild Meowth decide to stay with Jack for caring for it during this hard time? It’s up to the grader to decide if Meowth cares enough to be with a trainer that may have saved its life.

(-o-) Gastly Caught!
(-o-) Meowth Caught!

Grade

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Grader: Greendragon_of_eden
Date: 11-01-2002

Outcome: Both Captures

Comments: This story was of excellent length. You had a good story
though there were some parts that seemed slowed down but nothing bad.
Overall it was a good story so I say both of them captured.

Commentary

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7-29-13

Halloween month + 13th story = I had to do something with ghosts. Throw in some Scooby-Do references too. Spooky! Either Gastly or Misdreavus, and Gastly was far more useful at the time. Most of the story is done for comedy effect, since that was how Gastly and Haunter were viewed in the Anime. Trickster ghosts out to have fun.

It's been a year and I didn't remember what clothes Jack was wearing, so he bought new ones. Trench coats were the cool trend for Trainers back then. Don't ask me what an 'upgraded hat' is. I really don't know why I even added that part. But the shopping gave a reason to introduce the plot and give a reason for Jack to hang around the area.

So, the battle with jiggly_girlzaa is one I still remember- Vulpix vs her Growlithe. It was a 1v1 and I sent second. Thought I could win with Vulpix and don't need a type advantage. Big mistake. It wasn't even close. Bite was so overpowered. This is one of the few times I was actually depressed about losing.

As much as I know everything about Pokemon, in story, Jack doesn't. So we see a rare use of the Pokedex to move the story. I believe this was an entry from Red/Blue. It would have been cool if Flying attacks were s/e against ghosts; it makes so much sense. And then Farfetch'd doesn't get an attack off. >.< Meowth was thrown in last minute cause I thought I had enough to get away with sympathy. Overall, it's a tough battle with a lot of luck. Jack still has lots to learn.

Original Post: October 31, 2002 @ Ultra Yahoo Group

 

14- Small Vacation Time​

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The clouds are still dark and night is still approaching. Watching the Pokeball shake around in the bricks, hoping this caper is over, Jack shouts with his handy fist in the air. He caught the ghostly Gastly.

“Alright Gyarados, way to stand guard.” He returns the big fish to his Pokeball. Jack runs over to the rubble and scoops his Pokeball up and pockets it. *SIGH* “I hope I don’t have nightmares tonight. This will be fun training Gastly in the future.” But now he has to worry about the Meowth he still carries with his other arm inside his overcoat. “Oh, right... I have to help this wild Meowth.”

Jack walks over the broken brick wall and onto the street on the other side to avoid any people trying to ask what happened in that ally. They would surely find out sometime, but now Meowth needs some healing from good ol’ Nurse Joy.
By the time he reaches the Pokecenter, it’s almost closing time. He nearly makes it inside. Joy smiles as Jack shows her the Meowth.
“Oh, Chansey, bring this patient to Room 3.” Chansey comes and takes Meowth from Jack and happily prances to the room. “Don’t worry, an overnight stay should be good for Meowth.” Jack thanks her and they go their separate ways; Joy to her last rounds of the night; Jack to an empty couch. Can he really sleep after all this?

*Morning Music plays as the sun rises* Already up at sunrise, Jack heads for Lane Street and the ally. A sleeping Meowth in his arms, he plans to put it back in that ally so it can go back to living its normal life. Joy told Jack this morning back at the Pokecenter that Meowth is 100% better. “Meeooooww...” Meowth wakes up and stretches in his arms as Jack just arrives at the entrance.

“Ok Meowth, you may go on with your life.” He places her down on the cold ground. “Good luck.” Jack turns and heads down the street, not looking back. He’s always liked Meowths for their soft fur and kindness toward humans but he couldn’t have this one because he caused her too much trouble last night blasted by Night Shade, caught in a web, getting wet from rain, being shocked by Thunder twice. “Huh?”

While he waits at an intersection to cross to the other side, a head rubs against his leg. To his surprise, Meowth has been following him. “Meowth meowth!” She sits on the ground, looking directly at Jack with a semi-smiling face. How could this Pokemon want to still be with him? Were his efforts to protect Meowth greater than his accidental cause of her pain? Whatever it is, Meowth won’t be leaving his side now.

“So, you want to stay with me?” She purrs heavily. Jack laughs and scrunches down to pet her, “Ha ha... very well. I gladly accept your acceptance for me being your Trainer and friend.” Unexpected but greatly appreciative.

“Hey, it’s you.” The girl from Lavender sees Jack. “I saw you leaving the other side of that ally. It’s rumored that you got the ghost. Is it true?” Jack nods smiling. “Wow. I don’t know how I beat you before if you caught something I couldn’t get. This time, I challenge you to a battle.

(Cue 2v2 Battle with gurl53092)

“Aha, see... I knew you had gotten better. I may be an expert in catching ghosts, but you somehow managed to do what I couldn’t. See ya ‘round.” And she disappears down the street. Jack is glad he won, proud even. This is a nice city.

Meowth jumps up and down while following Jack. He hasn’t felt the time for putting her into a Pokeball yet. But in time, it will happen.

Somehow it is noon time already, and he finishes his lunch of pizza and root beer, one of the best combos out there. He still has the rest of today and tomorrow morning before his train leaves. He could get the badge from Saffron but he wants to stay with one league before switching to win the badges of other leagues. In addition he heard the psychic leader is hard to beat. That doesn’t matter. What matters is having Magnemite and Metapod to evolve before his ride on the train.

(Cue 3v3 Battle with gotenks2610)

A loss but Jack expects this to happen while he tries to evolve his basic Pokemon. He will probably lose all his matches today.

(Cue 2v2 Battle with tankx9)
(Cue 2v2 Battle with tankx9)

Still losing but to his wonderful surprise, Magnemite glows brightly to evolve into Magneton. Except for his newly caught Pokemon, he has one more to go.

(Cue 1v1 Battle with flareon008)

“Yeah! Butterfree is awesome.” Metapod hatches from her shell and flies right on out.

Time goes by so fast when fun is being had. Night is here, so Jack heads for the Pokecenter to sleep for the night. Meowth, still not in a Pokeball, curls next to her sleeping Trainer and rests the night away.

~*~*~​

“I wish I hadn’t overslept. Gotta hurry! Can’t miss the train.” It’s 11 and the train leaves at 11:30. Jack runs and runs, Meowth keeping up with him very well. He didn’t think hard enough to put Meowth into a Pokeball yet, too much concentration on getting on the train.

“Hey, what’s your hurry? A battle will ease your mind.”

Jack screeches to a stop, Meowth sliding past him. He rarely backs down from a challenge but he needs to get to the train. Thinking he could do this in ten minutes, the two battle.

(Cue 3v3 unfinished Battle with gotenks2610)

Jack cuts the battle short, as his train will be leaving in five minutes. Jack’s first incomplete battle: not a draw, not a win, nothing but incomplete. Oh well, he forgets about it and runs, holding Meowth having no time to get a Pokeball out.

“Ticket please.” Jack stops just before the ticket person, heavily breathing and resting from the rush. “Better board now, we’re just about to leave.” Jack puts Meowth on the ground and shows his ticket. “Ok, but no Pokemon are allowed out of Pokeballs unless there is a good enough reason.”

Jack can’t think of any and finds an empty Pokeball. “Return.” But nothing happens. Jack smiles nervously, “Oh, I haven’t caught you yet.” Jack reaches down and presses the Pokeball on Meowth and it sucks her in. With that finishes, he hops in, the door closes, and the train begins to move.

Trains are fun to ride in– the scenery passes by so nicely. Mostly trees and mountains and a few houses flash by from the windows. After walking in all five train cars, the last one holds his room. When he opens his door, he finds someone’s stuff on a bed on one side. He must be sharing a room. Whatever. He is on his way to his first badge: Goldenrod City. The leader best prepare because Jack is on his way.

“Ah. Such a nice train ride. I never want this to end.” Unknown to Jack, the train would be stopping soon. While he lies there, on his bed, he asks questions to himself. “I wonder who the Gym leader is? I hope the leader is there. Whom should I use? And what time will this train arrive at Goldenrod?” He hasn’t talked to anyone since coming aboard the train. Just in his room. And he realizes it now and stands up from his bed, “I need to explore this train. I didn’t pay for this room alone. I want the whole experience.” Who is he talking to? Casper the train ghost?

*SSSCCCRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECCCHHH!!!*

Jack flies forward *SMACK* and lands against the wall front first then falls down onto the other persons bed, who has not been to the cabin since Jack’s arrival. After being unconscious for about a minute, Jack recovers and slowly, but surely, stands back up. The whole room was a mess, the other persons’ things were everywhere while Jack’s stuff was in his pack.

Apparently, the train ran into a problem, LITERALLY! Trains can’t stop immediately within feet like a car; it takes about a mile for it to slow safely to a stop. Magnet Trains take longer to stop than that because they travel at faster speeds. But the brakes were put down hard. The engineer saw a car on the tracks with the driver still inside, trying to save his vehicle. And that’s right, the train plows into it and sheers the car down the middle. The driver is ok, but the train took some damage to the front, something with the electrical lines or something, so everyone bails out of the train.

The area is a nice breezy meadow, large in comparison to a small park. There is a little hint of a small lake about two miles away just before a line of trees. Also in the distance is a group of Miltank, spread out over the wide grazing field. This is a nice place to have an accident. Very peaceful.

An hour goes by. None of the repair guys on the train can fix the damage because they need a special part. So, the engine car from the spare train of Goldenrod has been summoned. But it will still take a while since they don’t have the spare part. Right now, the piece is being delivered from Olivine City via Pidgeot Express.

“So, are we in the Johto League or still in Kanto?” Jack overhears a young kid ask his dad.

The dad smiles, “I’m not sure son. Maybe it’s neither of the two.” He tackles his son, playfully tickling him on the tall green grass.

Looking around, lots of tents and sleeping bags are out. People were making this moment as comfortable as possible. No one was allowed back on the train until it was repaired. And no one can go anywhere since they were in the middle of nowhere.

“This is boring.” Jack walks over to one of the train guards. “Hi. I’m going over there...” He points to the lake way in the distance, “...so if the train is fixed, don’t leave until I come back. I’m not walking to Goldenrod from here.” The guard nods understandably.

The field provides an easy walk to the lake. There, he would get water for his bottle. That is one of the reasons he walks to the lake; the second being so he can get away from all the boring people.

The two miles went by really fast since he rode Stantler all the way. “Drink up. Nice clean water I’ll bet. Actually, everyone come out.” Because he has so many Pokeballs with Pokemon, Jack slowly lets everyone {Vulpix, Farfetch’d, Ariados, Beedrill, Gyarados, Muk, Butterfree, Magneton, Sudowoodo, Stantler, Bellsprout, Snorlax, Gastly, Meowth} out of their Pokeballs to have a nice rest near a clear blue lake. “I know this is the first time I’ve let everyone out at once so I hope this works well. We are all one big family now.” The temporary vacation begins.

An hour passes by and Jack is lying on, not in, his sleeping bag. After playing for the longest time, everyone rests in their various areas: some in the water; some next to Jack; some under the one tree nearby. This is the most fun Jack has ever had with his Pokemon. There were some small problems but nothing so abstract: Sudowoodo kept hugging him; Meowth hissed at Gastly; Snorlax tried to eat all the food; Snorlax belly-flopped and splashed water on everyone, even Vulpix; Ariados played a trick on Jack by covering his face with a partial web; Snorlax almost sat on everyone. All-in-all, it was fun.

“Ahem. I walked all this way to meet the one who caught the trickster Gastly. I heard of your arrival on the train and now I challenge you to a battle. Hardcore style with no mercy.”
Jack opens his eyes but his sunglasses covered them so he still looked asleep. This guy must be around mid thirties or something like that. “Are you even awake? I’m stealing your Pokemon...”

Jack smiles and manages a small chuckle. “I see you.” He sits up, lifts his sun glasses off, and looks at his challenger. “Is the train ready?” Before an answer is made, Jack sees the train still there. “Oh, never mind.”

“The battle?”

“Oh, right. I won’t agree with the ‘no mercy’ rule.”
He nods in an unreassuring manner. “Alright, I’m ready and so are my Pokemon.”

(Cue 3v3 Battle with gotenks2610)

The only reason the other guy won was because Jack’s Pokemon was resting or sleeping and not really up to a battle. But they tried their best.

The guy heads back to the train, riding his Dodrio. “You know that a ‘real’ trainer wouldn’t have more than six Pokemon with him.”
What? What did he say? “Then I guess that battle didn’t count since I’m not ‘real’.” And the guy is gone. “What is a ‘real’ trainer? As far as I know, a Trainer is any person with at least ONE Pokemon. I’ll show him next time. I’ll show the world.” Jack turns and looks at all his Pokemon behind him. “Make that we. We will show them. From this point on, we will work harder, and be winning more than losing.” His Pokemon give various cheers for the speech.

*SIGH*

“Man, how can I live up to what I said if the train stays there.” Another hour goes by. Then another. At least the weather isn’t hot; rather a nice cool breeze coming from the neighboring mountains. It’s around three o’clock in the afternoon, almost four hours since his arrival on the train. At least his Pokemon are having fun, running and playing around the grass and water. No other person has come to bother him to battle and such. Peaceful indeed.

Jack stands up from his little break from training with Beedrill and heads for the water. Suddenly, his foot sinks into the ground, and he collapses in a small hole. “Ouch.”

“Diglett!!” A Diglett pops up on the surface of the grassy field.
He can barely see it. “Ha ha, we have here a very funny Diglett.” Bellsprout wanders over and extends her vines. Jack grabs hold and hangs on, lifting him back to his feet. “Thanks Bellsprout. Now for the Diglett.” But it was gone. “I see how it is. Bellsprout, tell everyone to watch for a Diglett.” Bellsprout nods and runs off.

A couple more minutes flow by, and Jack stands watching Stantler eating grass about twenty yards away. Then he notices a Miltank moseying along, eating grass like a lawn mower. In fact, the Miltank wasn’t even looking where she was going. *BONK* The cow head and the deer head collide. Miltank stands upright on her two back legs and gives Stantler a good yelling. Stantler yells on back. Probably saying something like ‘this is my grass, go away’ and Stantler might respond, ‘why should I, I was here first’.

Jack walks over. “Hey, hey Miltank.... don’t have a cow.” He stops to think about what he said and chuckles. “Ok... uh, Stantler just let her be.” But Miltank was too mad already and charges in and hits Stantler. “I hate doing things the hard way. Stantler, use Hypnosis.”
Miltank watches the waves and imagines she is in a field all by herself. “That should last for a while.”

Meanwhile at the lake, Gyarados swims around holding his head up high. This is his lake, no Pokemon allowed except for his fellow Pokemon of his trainer. Gyarados squirms as he feels a difference in the pressure of the water. Even with his height advantage over the water, he can’t see who or what has entered the lake.

“RRROOOOOAAAAAARRRRR.”

Jack turns about face to see Gyarados screaming in pain. Gyarados slashes the water in front of him to flush out a spinney Pokemon. Qwilfish splashes into the water away from Gyarados. With the intrusion of a wild Pokemon, and the fact that its spiky skin poked him, Gyarados strikes first without warning. Another Trash attack smacks Qwilfish away.

“Ah come on Gyarados. Leave the cool looking Qwilfish alone. The lake is big enough for everyone.” But the fact that Qwilfish poked him gives reason to respond back. “Unless you have to prove your worth, then I understand completely. I’ve always liked Qwilfish so let’s catch this one. Use Hydro Pump!” But Gyarados is too far in Rage that it can’t hear what Jack has to say.

Qwilfish shoots little needles at Gyarados for a small affect. But the poison darts won’t bring the big fish down. He screams and charges Qwilfish and bats it around hard. Even with its spikes hitting Gyarados, he takes the pain full on. Then the small Qwilfish blasts a Hydro Pump, nailing his head. Gyarados counters back with an even ferocious Hydro Pump, which blasts water in all direction upon impact.

Ariados nudges Jack’s leg and takes his attention away from the lake. “What is it?” Ariados points to the field– Miltank and Stantler are going at each other like, uh, two Pokemon really going at each other. “Hypnosis didn’t last that long.” *SIGH* “There’s only one way to solve this... actually, there’s two but running away doesn’t count. I must defeat the Miltank to gain respect for this area.” All of Jack’s Pokemon form around him, waiting to go into battle to help their fellow friends. Ariados jumps out, “No, I must play fair with one on one battles. Two against one is not fair. With my guidance, we can do this Stantler.”

Stantler rushes head first, hard on Take Down into the gut. Miltank flails down but recovers instantly. No fooling around now, Miltank runs forward and jumps, curls into a ball, spins and completes her attack. Rollout has begun.

“Blast it with Psychic attack.”

Stantler’s antlers fire a fat line of purple Psychic waves which goes into, but deflects off, Miltank. *SMACK* Stantler is hit to the side.

“Ah, Stantler. Avoid it next time.” Ariados nudges again. “Huh? Oh, Gyarados....” To the lake behind him, Jack watches a fierce battle in the water. There is nothing he can say to Gyarados, it’s all anger. The only thing he can do is watch.

Water violently splashes around the lake. It’s not very deep, maybe ten feet. But the little Qwilfish will not give in, it’s trying its hardest to defend from Gyarados. What kind of wild Pokemon will stand up against a Gyarados? Not many.

Qwilfish has loaded up with enough water and fires out many little pins. Gyarados shakes the hits away but a blast of the sucked up water pushes him back. Qwilfish then zips in and pokes Gyarados again, this time with a poisoning affect.

But Jack has already turned around to aid Stantler in her battle. Rollout seemed to be hitting most of the time, Stantler was almost down. “Need a plan... something.” Staring at the antlers gives him an idea. Miltank turns around again and rolls along, spinning faster and doing more damage. “Ok, antlers down.” Stantler puts her antlers on the ground, like a ramp. Miltank gets ever so close... “Now, up!” Miltank lands on them and up into the air the cow goes, launched by an upward motion of the antlers. “Quick, Psychic ability.” Miltank loses her spin as the blanket of Psychic strength streams by. *GLOMP* Miltank lands hard on the ground, struggling to get up but manages to do so. Stantler rushes in and knocks the cow down with a last Take Down.

“You are defeated Miltank. Let Stantler graze this area in peace.”

“Milllllll!!!!!” Miltank rushes with all her energy at Stantler. No Rollout, probably not enough energy.

“Ok...” Jack sinks under the ground in another hole again. “DIGLETT!” He thinks of a great idea. Bellsprout helps him out of the hole again. “If that Diglett shows up again, be prepared Bellsprout.”

Miltank has hit Stantler again, and rushes for one more. “Stantler, run toward me. It will be fine, come on.” Jack moves behind the hole, his Pokemon behind him. Miltank is right on her tail, literally. Stantler sees the hole and leaps over it, leaping over a ducking trainer too. Miltank realizes the trap, and tries to stop a couple seconds too late. Miltank hits the side and the bottom of the hole hard.

Stantler lay next to Jack, all worn out like. “Rest Stantler.” To Miltank, “We have proven we can stay here. Even though you lost, it would be an honor for you to be on my team. Together, we can be strong and become stronger.” Jack nods at the tiring cow. “Bellsprout, use Sleep Powder.” The hole fills with blue powder, no way to escape. The tired Miltank slips into slumber land.

Water flushes over the land, covering Jack and all his Pokemon, filling the hole with water. Vulpix cries from getting wet. “No, Miltank will drown.” She lay at the bottom, sleeping. Seconds later, the water lowers and disappears through the bottom of the hole. Diglett must have dug a hole. “Phew.”

Gyarados wobbles back and forth, feeling bad from the poison. “Gyarados, put your anger aside. You need to think about what you’re doing. Let me help you.” Gyarados gives a poisoned sympathetic look at the Trainer that loved him as a Magikarp. “Alright, use Dragon Rage.”

“Muk!”

“What’s that Muk? Gyarados is poisoned? Man, I have to recall him quick before it becomes serious.” But the attack had already started.

Gyarados does a ritualistic dance in the water, going in circles, faster and faster. A cyclone is created, sucking water from the lake straight into it. Qwilfish has no place to go but up. ‘Round and ‘round it goes, when it will stop, only Gyarados knows. The twisting and twirling gives way, Qwilfish fires out of the cyclone and lands down into the water. *SPLASH* But Gyarados is also down in the water; the poison has gotten to him. Qwilfish is out of it also, having no more energy left.

“Gyarados, well done job. You need a major rest. Return.” Gyarados is back in his Pokeball. “Now it’s your turn Pokeball. Time for me to have a Qwilfish.” And it’s thrown, sucking Qwilfish inside. The ball floats around, shaking rapidly.

“As for Miltank...” A Pokeball is selected, and ready. *CAVE IN* A third Diglett hole is created. “Darn Diglett.” This time Snorlax pulls him out of the hole. Bellsprout lay zoned out on the ground. The mole Pokemon is gone once again. Now pulling his second of nearly infinite Pokeballs, the sleeping Miltank meets Pokeball and they combine.

“Phew...!!! Maybe I should get out of this area. It appears I’m not wanted by the wildlife.”

(-o-) Qwilfish Caught!
(-o-) Miltank Caught!

Grade

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Test Grade: Lunis Mcleod
Date: 12-7-2002

Okay, time for the "Test grade" remember, that is is an UNofficial grade from me so i can be a grader....

I dont know how i should word this so...

Status- Good, only a few small clerical errors... The main character seems a little TOO calm thoughout, and its heavy on exposition. But very good overall. and nice job inserting your battles into the story.

Capture:

Miltank- Yes, nice battle.

Qwilfish- Sorry, needed a bit more, compared to miltank vs stantler.
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Grader: Jag
Date: 1-06-2003

Sorry for the delay.

Outcome: both pokemon captured

Comments:interesting although slightly simple and monotonous plot,
some description although i should add a little more, the length is
also good, respecting the minimums wich is a point in your favour.

and now sorry for the simplicity of this comentary, but doing it in a
hurry.

Lunis, you have tried hard, although i find you are still a little
soft on the matter, the outcomes should be a little more complex,
more explicit. Im leaving you as an official ref for now, but try to
improve ok?

Jag

Commentary

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2-14-15

So, between the previous story and this one, I had fought and won my first Badge from Blackthorn City. It was actually weird, because he challenged me! To keep in line with this fact, I had to make a detour from the train in order to get to Blackthorn. This also is the last time what was currently happening to me in the URPG influenced my story.

Not sure why I choose Qwilfish, other than no one was using it at the time. Miltank was originally a background Pokemon, to set the scenery, and Diglett the other capture. But as I was writing, the first moment between Miltank and Stantler was too good to pass up. The battles really aren’t that great! Keep in mind, this is still at Yahoo- this was more than necessary.

This is also where I realized I had way too many Pokemon on my person and needed storage of some kind. I don’t even know how that many Pokeballs fit on his Pokebelt!

The next story might have been for this pesky Diglett, but I scrapped the idea, thinking I didn’t have enough material to work with. And it wouldn’t make sense for it to follow Jack just to piss him off.

Also, two miles! Wow. That really should be half a mile from the train to the lake. No one can see that well for that distance. What a terrible mistake! Haha!

Original Post: December 6, 2002 @ Ultra Yahoo Group

 

~* Storyline 2: Tan Gang Incident *~​

We meet the Tan Gang, a mysterious group of Trainers, creating trouble in the surrounding areas of Blackthorn City.

15- Teleporting Fun​

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The breezy wind continues to blow through the open field and the lake reflects the gloomy sky effect. The grass-eating Miltank flee the area, after seeing one of its own captured. Jack kicks back and relaxes, looking up at the cloudy sky from his restful position. After the tough battle, all his Pokemon were exhausted and felt like taking a nap, except Snorlax who was already asleep and Sudowoodo who couldn’t stop running around. Now they all lie in their respective Pokeballs, sleeping and resting. But there was one of his Pokemon he had to do something about. His Gyarados had become poisoned from the Qwilfish and he needed something to heal it before it became worse. So he lets Sudowoodo the energetic tree out, hops on and rush over to the still broken train. Hopefully, there is a doctor or Nurse that can help.

Upon arrival of the train, everyone is either tired, bored, frustrated or all three. It has been five hours since the train had the crash with the car and all the people want to leave.

Jack steps off the back of Sudowoodo and looks around. “Is there anyone that knows how to cure a poisoned Pokemon.” He walks down the aisle of Trainers, repeating the question. Finally, he gets a response.

“Yes, I’m a Pokemon doctor.”

Looking over, he spots a well dressed man with a doctor bag with the red cross insignia on the side. “Could you please look at my Gyarados and cure the poison pain from him.”

The doctor smiles, walking to Jack. “Anything is better than sitting next to Yakky-yakky over there.” He points to a women, talking her mouth out to everyone. “I’ll even do it free of charge since it’s better than doing nothing.”

So, the two walk away from the train and the people so his tall Gyarados doesn’t harm or frighten anyone.

“Ggrrrrroooarr.....” Gyarados weakly says as he pops from the Pokeball. He feels his Trainer rubbing his side and lies down as told.

“Good Gyarados. This is a kind doctor who is going to help heal the poison. Just be calm and everything will be fine. Being fussy only helps the poison.” Gyarados relaxes with a sigh of relief.

The good doctor opens his small kit of doctor things: stethoscope, bottles of pills, cotton swabs, etc. “You say the poison comes from a Qwilfish during a battle. Hmmm... I think this should do it.” The Doctor walks up to the large Gyarados mouth, and Jack along side him. He pours the contents of a bottle into the mouth and quickly rushes away, expecting to be bitten. “Phew. That went well. Nice well behaved Gyarados you have.”

Jack sighs. “I know what he is going through. When I am sick, I don’t feel very well. You have to be calm in order to win against the virus.”

The doctor nods understandingly. “Ok, Gyarados should not be in an physical activity for at least the rest of this day. Lots of rest and it should be fine tomorrow.”

Jack kindly thanks the good doctor as he walks to a new location, away from the chattering woman. Jack pats his big fish and recalls him to his Pokeball for a good restful healing. Then Sudowoodo surprise hugs from behind, a tight squeeze. *SIGH* He recalls the hugging Pokemon.

Walking to the front of the train, where the conductor and other important figure heads remain, he asks for information. Unfortunately, the special part is taking longer than expected and might be a couple more hours. Pidgeot Express is taking too long and people begin calling it ‘Slowpoke’ Express.

After more waiting around, Jack decides for action. “I can’t stand this anymore.” Taking out a map and borrowing someone’s compass, he checks where he might be. Instead of waiting, he is going to walk to the nearest town settlement and go from there. Comparing the surrounding area with the landscape map, they seem to be on Route 45. “Hmmm... I can go north to Blackthorn City or go south to New Bark Town. Since one has a Gym, north is my destination.” Handing back the compass, he tells the ticket checking person he won’t be on the train when it is fixed. The guy marks his name and seat down on a list under some others whom probably already left hours ago.

Nearing dusk, Jack walks the northern path to Blackthorn City where he plans to go for his first badge. The trip may be long, but he will make it. Anything is better than laying around doing nothing.

“Hey, where do you think you’re going, non-trainer?” It appears to be the same guy that said he isn’t a real trainer. “Come on, have you gotten any more real? Let’s go.”

Jack turns around, Pokeball in hand, ready to defeat this guy.

(Cue 2v2 Battle with Gotenks2610)

The guy runs away from his loss of the battle.

“That’s right. Now who is less of a Trainer?”

~*~*~​

With total night around the corner, Jack lets Gastly out for protection. He has been walking in the forest for quite awhile. The darkness shrouds the forest even more with the trees blocking the light. “It’s your job to make sure we are safe. I trust you that much.” Gastly spins vertically with his tongue sticking out. “Why is it you ghost types are so childish...?”

He sets up camp with his sleeping bag. This day is over. Gastly remains out to guard and watch the area for trouble. It’s doubtful that anything will happen, but Jack isn’t used to sleeping in the forest.

Jack yawns, opening his eyes to see that morning has come. However, his sleeping bag feels weird. He quickly jumps up from his state of sleepiness and points to the Teddiursa lying next to the sleeping bag. “Hey! Someone didn’t do their job last night.”

Gastly appears from the tree next to him, blinking as if he just woke up form his own sleep. “Gas Gassllyyy...”

“Oh, you think this is funny? Well, it kind of is.... but that is beside the point.”

Suddenly, Teddiursa wakes up from its sleep. “Teddi?” And just like that, it runs out of here, toward the distance.

Jack starts to chase but quickly gives up after a few steps. He is too tired from recently waking up, his muscles are sore, and he hasn’t eaten food for energy. “Ah well, I’ll catch one some other time.”

Energy bars are a quick and non-filling breakfast treat. This food is for the lazy people that don’t feel like making a good healthy first meal of the day. But it is also the ideal food for those on the road that can’t cook breakfast. “Want some?” he asks Gastly. The ghost shakes his body. “Oh, that’s right, you are made of gas and can’t eat food.”

So, after the meal, Jack gets the hike on the move. After every number of minutes, he would replace whatever Pokemon he has out with someone else. This way, he can give them each exercise and freedom. The exceptions are Snorlax, Qwilfish and Gyarados. He doesn’t want to put Gyarados out this fast until he thinks it necessary. Besides, how is a water Pokemon supposed to walk on land?

Noon time almost sets in. Walking from behind a tree, he spots a flash of purple 50 yards in front of him. Then a flash happens at the side ten seconds later. Then the flash appears beside him. “WHOA!” he says as he jumps back. The Abra makes itself apparent. It’s using Teleport to move around. *FLASH* It disappears but reappears to the east. Then vanishes again. “Hey, a psychic type would be cool to add to my team.”

However, before he can give chase, two guys in tan clothes show up, jogging in front of him, the same direction Abra first came from. “Hey, kid, did you see an Abra come by?”

“Uh, yeah. It went that way.” Pointing east, the two tan clothed guys wearing funny looking backpacks head off into that direction and disappear. “Darn, I guess they got it first.”

Twenty minutes after that little run it, Jack spots the same two guys and the Abra leaning against a tree. They pull out two gun like items from their backpacks, with a hose connecting from the gun into the backpack. The guns have a prong like wire in front. Interesting. They quickly move in closer and closer. The unknowing Abra only inches away, sleeping from its teleporting run, has the guns aimed straight at it.

Jack has no idea what to think. Guns are bad. “HEY!” he shouts out.

Abra wakes up from the noise and the action starts. A purple ray fires from each gun and surrounds Abra into a purple force field. One guy turns around, “Get out of here kid, this does not concern you.”

Like that is going to stop him. Bellsprout pops out from his Pokeball. “What are you doing to it?”

They see the Pokemon and answer quick. “We are scientists trying to catch this Abra because it escaped our lab. It is vital to our research. This ray gun does not hurt it, it only traps Abra so Teleport can’t work.”

Jack doesn’t buy it; it seems all too convenient. “Heh, well, I had a look at Abra when it passed me and I believe I saw fear.” He points out telling Bellsprout to trip them down. She reaches her vines out and sweeps at their feet, knocking them down and releasing the gun’s purple ray from Abra.

“Look what you have done. You broke my gun.” One gun down, but one left to go.

Bellsprout reaches her vines and the fallen victims and grabs them. Jack rushes over to Abra, who seems to be unconscious, and picks it up. As if by accident, Jack watches the world change colors from the green trees and grass, to darkness and then to a different shade of green.
“Um, what just happened.” The area just changed drastically. The two tan guys are gone, only him, Bellsprout and Abra remain, but at a different location. “No, I didn’t just experience Teleport, did I?” He looks at Abra, eyes closed and breathing heavily; probably resting. “Right, it doesn’t look hurt. But it is wiped out.” Jack recalls Bellsprout and picks Abra up. They must leave before those tan guys find them again.

Look, Abra teleported them right near a cave made by uprooted land about a story and a half tall. He heads for it as quick as he can. The cave is only ten yards deep for a human to fit into but holes in the wall allow smaller creatures to go deeper into the cave. He puts Abra down against the rocky cave wall. Just enough light from the sky for him to see in the cave.

*FLAP* *FLAP* Dozens of Zubat fly from the holes in the wall and discover the invader of their cave. Abra’s eyes light up. “Abra, abra....” Abra hums for a while, communicating via telekinesis, which stops the Zubat in the air. Jack doesn’t understand what is going on, but he know’s he is safe. It’s eyes go back to normal and the Zubat fly back to the cave holes. Abra goes back to sleep.

“Rest. I will deal with those two guys so they don’t bother you again.” Jack exits the cave to go find them and just as he does....

“Deal with us? Are you joking?”

Jack backs into the cave, hiding Abra behind him. “You can’t be scientist, they are not mean to Pokemon.”

The tan guy with his gun still in tact speaks, “Correct. We are the Tan Gang of North East Johto. Our new gang is rising and we need an Abra for our doings. Everyone knows Alakazam is a great Psychic type and we will harness its power. Step Aside.” The other tan guy tosses out a ball and it explodes with a loud spark.

Abra snaps out from its sleep and spies the Tan color. Abra Teleports from the cave and reappears outside, just beyond the guy with the gun. He fires and hits the Abra before it can get away.

“It’s too weak to Teleport any farther than that.”

Not only does the noise scare Abra, it frightens the Zubat. The whole dozen come out, flapping like crazy at everyone. Jack, however, wasn’t in danger of the bats. Maybe it was something Abra said. The dozen Zubat charge at the guy without the gun. He pulls out a Pokeball and sends Hypno out to battle them. Supersonic is spread everywhere, even at each other. Hypno blasts strong Psychic waves at the flying suckers, causing many of them to flee back to the hole. They drop like flies. Jack’s Bellsprout comes out and she charges Hypno to distract it. One Zubat remains, spinning in the air under confusion from its own attack. The gun-less guy pulls out a mallet and charges at Zubat to hit it out of the park. Quick to respond, Jack throws an empty Pokeball at Zubat which sucks it in upon impact. *SMACK* The mallet hits the Pokeball and sends it into the forest bushes.
“How could you be so mean to a Pokemon? You will regret meeting me.”

The tan guy laughs a hearty chuckle.

Bellsprout flies back from a strong Hypno. “Change of plans. Go for the gun. Razor Leaf.” Bellsprout still has enough energy and releases sharp leaves. *SLASH* *SLASH* The leaves cris-cross and slice the gun to pieces. Abra slinks down from the release into a sitting position, too shocked to away Teleport.

“Ah, not my gun. Hypno, stop that Abra over here. Use Disable.” Listening to the other guy, Hypno concentrates, causing Abra to be surrounded by the color blue and lifted into the air. Under Disable, Teleport can’t be used.

“Abb.... rrraa..a..aaa...”

Jack has had enough of this. “Alright, this is the last straw. Stantler, bring this to an end.” Stantler charges out from her Pokeball and knocks down Hypno. Abra, being released from Disable, plummets to the ground, hitting it dead on with pain.

The battlefield is now placed.

(Cue 1v1 Battle with bulbasaur2020)

Hypno crashes to the ground from defeat by Stantler. “Yes, this is what I’m talking about.”

Abra lie in the middle, one tan guy on one side, the other on the other side, and Jack, Bellsprout and Stantler facing them in a line.

“Now to stop you guys from catching it.” Jack grabs another empty Pokeball and throws it at the poor Abra.

The left Tan guy looks at Abra as the right Tan guy does. The Pokeball hits and sucks it in fast. The two guys rush at the Pokeball, from both sides.

“Go...” Bellsprout jumps on Stantler’s back and they ride toward the wiggly Pokeball. The two guys leap for the Pokeball before the two Pokemon can reach it. As they do, Bellsprout uses her vines to reach and grab the Pokeball, just as they jump over the guys. *BAM* Both their heads hit each other as the two of them fade to blackness.

But the real story is, will the Pokeball Stantler and Bellsprout bring back hold the Pokemon or will it be empty? And what about the Zubat hit into the woods, also in a Pokeball?

(-o-) Zubat Caught!
(-o-) Abra Caught!

Original Post: April 2003 @ PE2K Proboards

 

16- Tiny Dragon Apprentice​

Spoiler

Blackthorn City, ‘A quiet mountain retreat’. The home to the dragon gym of the Johto League.

Jack flips through the Kanto Yellow Book to find an adequate place for his Pokemon to be sent to. Seriously, he is having a hard time taking care of 18 Pokemon all at once. Snorlax just eats and eats and drains his money while Miltank needs to be milked before she explodes. Jack can’t deal with those and others so he needs to locate a cheap location to store his Pokemon and hope the personnel take good care of them.

The Pokemon Center might not have been the ideal place to do this, but being a new comer to the city, he has nowhere else to go. It’s been three days since he left the broken down magnet train and he has just arrived here an hour ago on this busy morning. What happened to the two Tan Gang members is beyond him. Would they show up again? Probably not. Does Jack care? Not the slightest.

“Yes, I found a spot.” Jack pushes the ground with his feet to move the chair with wheels and slides over to the phones.

But just as he is about to dial the number, the registered Nurse Joy drops a different Kanto Yellow Book. “This is the newer edition, you might want to look through these. That other book is from three years ago.” She grabs the older book, walks away to the back, and places it in the recycle bin.

Jack sighs deeply and scans the new book for any new locations that might be better. After five long minutes, he actually reads something very promising.

“Inkleberry Ranch... Saffron City... elegant service at a low price...” He pushes around in his head trying to find that memory. “Oh, Marty, Marty Inkleberry. This must be one of his father’s businesses. Forget everything else, I’m going here for a discount. He..he..he...”
With a new plan to exploit friendship for a discount, Jack dials the number for the Ranch.
“Inkleberry Ranch, the new way of training. How may I help you?”

“Yes, I would like to speak with Marty Inkleberry please.”

“Uh, I can patch you through to Mr. Inkleberry...”

Quickly, “No, not the father, the son...” but the operator disappeared and the line was switched. Don’t operators normally ask who is calling before switching to the head boss?

An older man answers on the other side. “Mr. Inkleberry.”

Jack doesn’t know what to say. “Hi... umm... I met your son Marty a while ago and he gave me a ride in his limo...”

The rich man interrupts, “Jack was it? He told me about you. Thanks for standing up against that Magnemite for him. He’s had a fear of them for quite some time. He’s not with me at the moment, so what can I do for you?”

Ok, this is going better than he expected. “Well, I was wondering if I could have my Pokemon sent to your fabulous Ranch to be taken care of.”

“Sure. We will even do it for free for such a great person like you. I don’t know how you did it, but Marty changed since meeting you. More caring towards Pokemon and people and more responsibility for our business. He is becoming the son I’ve always wanted thanks to you.”

FREE! This is even better than a discount. “Oh thanks very much. And I’m glad I helped Marty change for the better. So, when can I send them over?”

“Give me one hour. I will personally set you up. Don’t worry, your Pokemon will be treated the best we have to offer.”

Jack is speechless. “Again, thanks very much. You have no idea how this helps me.”
With the final words, the two hang up and end communication.

Nurse Joy places a basket next to the trainer with Pokeballs filled to the top. “Your Pokemon are healed and doing fine.” Jack thanks her and places them in his pack and quickly dozes off to sleep, laying his head on the table while sitting in the chair.

Two hours pass and he wakes up and redials the phone. Talking to Mr. Inkleberry directly, they finish the contract and legal mumbo-jumbo. Of the eighteen Jack has, he decides to send over Miltank, Snorlax, Ariados, Stantler, Qwilfish, Butterfree, Beedrill, Sudowoodo, Meowth, Zubat, Muk and Farfetch’d. Which leaves the other seven, Vulpix, Gyarados, Magneton, Bellsprout, Gastly and Abra to stay with Jack for now.

With the day moving well into the afternoon, Jack’s second idea for the day, finding a location for his Pokemon being the first, moves into action. His Pokemon haven’t had any battles since his capture of Zubat and Abra a couple days ago. He also needs to warm up before braving the challenge of his first Johto League Gym to go up against.

(Cue 1v1 Battle with pokemaster148)

It’s a short win for Jack. But he needs another quick warm up.

(Cue 2v2 Battle with eric_is_cool258)

Once more, Jack proves to defeat his opponent. And now he seems ready to challenge the Gym.

“Oh, it’s late.” In fact, the sky has darkened a bit from the afternoon sky once above. Even though the trees around block most of the sky, it is still visible at the horizon. “I can’t battle on an empty stomach and if I eat now, the Gym will surely close when I’m finished.” Jack snaps his fingers in disgust. “Drat!”

So, back to the Pokecenter after his fast food dinner. Not knowing exactly what to do, he goes to sleep in the guest room.

~*~*~​

It’s morning and Nurse Joy walks around the Pokecenter, having just opened the front doors. She peaks around one of the corners where the computers are to see Jack sitting in front of one. “Morning!”

Jack turns with a smile, “Hey! Door open?” Nurse Joy nods. Jack quickly finishes his typing, turns off the computer, and grabs his pack lying on the floor next to him. “Time for a gym battle.” With well wishes from Nurse Joy, Jack makes his walk to the Blackthorn Gym.

And with his new team of six, which will be facing the Gym, Jack has much more confidence in himself. “Dragon may be one of the toughest out there, but I will do it.”

Upon arrival of the Gym, a middle aged man in a brown shirt and lime green pants, whom was watering a plant, steps into Jack’s way. “Challenging the gym, are we?”

“Yes sir.”

The man looks Jack over with ease. “Nope, don’t have it.”

Curiously, “Have what?”

“Respect for Dragon Pokemon.”

Probably not the smartest thing to say, but oh well. “What!!?? How could you say that? I am honored to be challenging this gym. It’s been my dream since I was a child to see a Dragonair. I’ve read everything about them and know all the legends. So yes, I do respect Dragon Pokemon.”

The man just stands there, rubbing his chin. “Hmm...” He looks at Jack again. “Then how many Dragon types do you have, huh?”

D’oh! “Well, I, um... I have a Gyarados. Gyarados is close enough.”

The man shakes his head side-to-side. He brings out a Pokeball. “Show me your respect.”

“What?” o O (Is he serious?) O o “I have a gym battle to do first.”

Being persistent, the man stays in Jack’s way. “Ah, but how can you battle what you don’t respect?”

Caught! How can you get out of a phrase like that. “Ok, but let’s hurry.”

(Cue 1v1 Conference Battle with aaron_lover95)

Jack’s Gyarados against the man’s Gyarados. Only one Gyarados comes out, and that is our hero’s.

“So, you have some spark in you. But it is not enough to challenge this gym. If you want to respect Dragon Pokemon, you must be one with them.”

“Huh? Where does it say I have to do that in order to battle?”

The man smiles nervously, “Actually, the gym leader is on vacation so I’m stalling you.”

Jack sweatdrops and falls down. Now what? Wait... “I see. So... you can show me respect then?”

He nods. “I am Gorgi. We can talk inside.”

He grabs his handful of keys and finds the correct one. Leading to a different building, titled “Dragon Apprentices”, the two walk inside. Eventually, both sit on the floor at a table like the Japanese do. Shoes off, of course.

“I was an apprentice of the great Lance of the Elite Four. He is by far the best Dragon Trainer on this planet. And now I run this School for those who aspire to be Dragon Trainers.”

Sipping his cup of water, Jack looks around the room. Desks, white board, books... normal classroom items. “How about showing me the ropes. Some day I want to train Dragonair and having you teach me some pointers in Dragon etiquette would be nice.”

Gorgi nods, placing his tea down. “School is out for recess. I have some spare time on my hands. And you have a lot of spunk and fire. That’s a good quality, like I had.” He smirks to himself.

Jack jumps up all excited. “When do we start?”

“Tomorrow.” He scribbles an address on a piece of paper nearby. Meet me here and...” A faint buzzing starts, and Gorgi checks his Pager. “Oh, I forgot about the flowers I was watering. Must get back to duty.” He springs around the room and exits... “See you tomorrow.”

Jack takes the paper and holds it tightly. His dream of Dragonair will one day be fulfilled; and that day will hopefully be soon.

~*~*~​

One month, then another month go by.

Jack wakes up from his sleep. The soft grass massages his back with ease. He blinks a few times, looking around. Dragonair and her two Dratini were playfully swimming around in the pond in front of them. The dragon paradise has been lovely today. Nearly perfect weather- not to cold, not to hot. “Two o’clock. Gorgi should be here by now.” Slight footsteps can be heard behind him. Jack moves his feet to a sitting mode as the person nears closer. A quick look back, “Hey Gorgi...”

“Hehehe...”

Wait a minute... what is going on here? What happened during that two month period of time? It could have been something important and vital to the information that preceded. Well.... backtracking two months....

~*~*~​

“Do you really think a Dragon would respect you? Come on, focus. Almost there.” Gorgi encourages his mental training toward Jack. The two of them are sitting near a waterfall lake surrounded by trees. The mist of the falling water surrounding the area with dampness. “Focus ‘til you can’t hear the water. All sounds disappear. Concentrate.” Both of them are in the meditating position. Jack tryies to concentrate, eyes closed with slight perspiration. Gorgi looks over at him. He grabs the book Meditate for Dummies lying on the ground and stands up. *SLAM* The book hits the floor with a loud noise and Jack flinches a little, remaining as much focus as he can. Gorgi smiles at his action. “Better than last week. Keep trying and see me in a couple days.” And Gorgi grabs his items and vacates the area.

Jack remains for an hour and finally snaps out of it. “Phew. That’s intense.”

The mental training continues the following week. Questioning everything from Dratini to Aerodactyl. To understand dragons, you must learn it all. All the stories, the legends and the myths. From fact to reality and back- this is the way to learn. And the end of the week, the meditating test again. This time, Jack doesn’t flinch nor hears a word what Gorgi says.

He wanders over to the dragon school to find Gorgi the next day. As always, he is watering the plants. “Do that too much and they die.”

“Yes, but it’s better to feed than to starve.”

Slipping off his shoes, Jack heads over and sits on a pillow. “Now what?”

Gorgi places the watering can down next to the Bonzai tree. Facing Jack, “You passed the mental test. Quite fast too for the couple meetings we have had.”

“Great.”

“The next part is physical. Meet me in two days for the trip not many see or even know about.”

Oh, is this exciting? Of course!

At the Pokecenter, Jack lay in his room, trying to sleep but too anxious to get any. “I can’t wait for two days.” He looks at the clock on the table next to the bed- 12:01. “Oh, it is tomorrow... One day left. Ha.” Eventually, like all people, he grabs some sleep.

~*~*~​

A boat ride sure is peaceful, but traveling on a Gyarados’s back is extreme fun. The two of them ride their Gyarados down a stream. Eventually the stream hits a cave with stalactites and stalagmites all around the entrance.

“Welcome to Dragon’s Den!”

The large water fish continue swimming into the cave. A dull color, not too exciting, but caves are nice and cold to be in. Relaxing in a way. As the light lessons, it quickly becomes brighter again. The exit is near and... they are out. A ten minute journey of intenseness.

Huge acre of nature: grass, trees, flowers, a large lake, little patches of clouds in the sky with the sun up above. Both Gyarados pull to the side of the stream and Gorgi jumps off, recalling his Pokemon.

“Boats and people can’t normally make it through the cave. That is why not many people have been here.”

Jack slides off his Gyarados, splashing into the water. He stands up, shaking around. Gyarados’s Pokeball is put up, but...

Gorgi suggests, “No, leave him out. This is a Dragon’s paradise.”

Understanding, “Ok. Gyarados, enjoy the sights my friend.”

“Gggrrraawww...” and it swims off.

Jack follows Gorgi to the lake. “This is quite an amazing place. Untouched by people.”

“Yes. This is the place where Dragon Pokemon have been coming for numerous years. The Diglett here keep this place beautiful while the Zubat keep unwanted guests from going too far in the cave.”

Jack is still in awe of this place. But he will be even more awestruck in a little bit. “This is a very nice Pokemon paradise. I mean, Dragon paradise.” Gyarados dives underwater in the lake, like he senses something underneath.

Gorgi takes out a small whistle and blows it. The faint sound echos around the mountains protecting this place. The water in the lake before them slowly bubbles as something is about to surface.

“Oooo.” One Dratini.

“Eoouu.” Two Dratini.

“Eee.” And a Dragonair.

“Gwaaaa.” Not to mention, Jack’s Gyarados pops up.

Speechless. Utterly speechless. “You are so kidding, it’s not even funny.”

“We spent a month with mental, now for your month of physical. Interaction with Dragon types. Go ahead.”

Dragonair looks at Jack with it’s large eyes from however tall in the air it is. The Dratini simply swim around Dragonair. And Gyarados, looks at the Pokemon as enemies.

“Really? So that must be why you bought me a tent. I’m to sleep here....” Jack stops to see Gorgi fly away on the back of a Dragonite. “Ok then.” He takes a step forward and just like that, Dragonair and the two Dratini swim back, and dive underwater. Gyarados continues to follow. “No, Gyarados. They aren’t enemies.” It hesitates but trusts Jack and turns back. “We are guests here. Have fun.”

The night pulled in fast. The tent is set up with sleeping bag, pillow, and lantern. “Dragonair and two Dratini’s. What a wonderful experience. Just seeing them is enough but I must explore further. Gorgi wants physical trust.” He almost begins to cry of achieving his childhood dream. Vulpix, his pet for many years before training, looks to his trainer. Jack proceeds to pet her. “Yes, I know you understand.”

The next day, Jack tries to move close to the dragons. No luck.

And the second day, again it doesn’t work. Jack stands in the afternoon sun wondering what to do. “This isn’t working.”

From behind, “If you want to gain trust, let them go to you.” It’s Gorgi. “Remember, humans aren’t meant to be here, especially ones they don’t trust. It took me a week before I could go anywhere, and even then it was sketchy. Give it time. Try meditation near the water.”

“But you told me Dratini are curious and friendly.”

He nods. “True. But as I just said, people aren’t suppose to be here. Also, the Dragonair is the mother of the two Dratini. Maybe that will help you in some way.”

A new idea- it might work. Patients.

That very afternoon, having tried the meditating technique all day, Jack is ready to give in. He sits on the bank just before the water of the lake but nothing. “They don’t even appear when I wait for them to come to me. Maybe I’m too close.”

And a minute later, a Dratini pops up over the water, looking at Jack. He takes his sunglasses off to make sure he isn’t seeing things.

“Hello there.” He waves to it with a smile. But Dratini is startled by the movement and submerges. “Aw man.”

“This is so boring!!!”

But in the coming weeks, his moment will happen. He tries everything: waiting for them to go to him; swimming in the lake; playing with his own Pokemon. And still, he has yet for physical touch. But everyday, the Dratini become more interested.

It’s been a two weeks stay at the Dragon paradise. Jack lay in his tent, resting but not sleeping. Night sure is serene here but it’s safer for him to stay with the lantern in the tent than to wander around in darkness.

“Ooo.”

Startled, Jack springs to the back of the tent.

“Ooooooo.”

What is the noise? Could it be...? Jack slips out of the tent, shining the lantern around. There, lying on the ground, is one of the Dratini.

“Ooo.” it says as it looks at Jack. It was facing toward the lake, not toward the tent.

“Oh my. You must be lost.” He slowly scoots over to Dratini, trying not to scare it. He wraps his arms around it, lifting the long snake in his arms.

“Ooo...”

Having left his lantern at the tent, and the moon is behind the clouds, darkness keeps him from seeing the lake. But Dratini points him in the correct direction. At the bank, Jack kneels down and lets the Dratini out and into the water. It circles around and looks at the camping human with its big eyes as if to say ‘thank you’. He watches it swim further into the dark lake before it disappears in the mist. Just barely visible, Dragonair blinks curiously at Jack and also goes into the mist.

Jack starts the water pumps in his eyes. “This is the greatest moment of my life thus far. DRATINI!”

“Wait by the bank tomorrow.” Gorgi shows up again.

Wiping his tears, “Why do you show up at the right moment?”

Smiling, “I have a good sense of timing.” And just like his other talks, he quickly escapes view.

The next morning, Jack lay by the bank and within five minutes, a Dratini is there. “Oh man, I’m getting all emotional again.”

Having risen over that large mountain, it’s all downhill from here. The next day, and the next, and the next, the Dragonair family familiarizes with the new human in the area. The last week of the physical aspect, Jack has become friends and great pals with the Dragons. All his Pokemon and him interacting with the Dratini.

Gorgi wanders over to the bank while Jack swims around with the family in the lake. “It looks like you pass. I should tell you more information. That Dragonair doesn’t trust any human, it took me three months to gain its trust. I didn’t think you would be trust worthy this fast. You treat all Pokemon with respect, I was sorry to doubt you so. The Gym leader will be back in 5 days. You have the respect for Dragon types. You are a true worthy challenger.”

One of the Dratini pulls Jack underwater and seconds later he is splashed into the air. “Woohoo!” *SPLASH* He clears his face of water. “Hey Gorgi, this is the greatest feeling ever. I love Dratini, and this Dratini, and momma Dragonair!!” He says that while hugging each one.

Gorgi lets out his Kingdra and gets on its back. “I’ll visit you tomorrow with a pin.”

Jack wakes up from his sleep. The soft grass massages his back with ease. He blinks a few times, looking around. Dragonair and her two Dratini are playfully swimming around in the pond in front of them. The dragon paradise has been lovely today. Nearly perfect weather- not to cold, not to hot. “Four o’clock. Gorgi should be here by now.” Slight footsteps can be heard behind him. Jack moves his feet to a sitting mode as the person nears closer. A quick look back, “Hey Gorgi...”

“Hehehe...” A guy in a tan outfit with an insignia on his tan shirt reading TG. “Our plans were put back two months because you got that Abra. But now we are here to collect on this Dragon free-for-all.”

Jumping to his feet, Jack stares at the guy, noticing the second guy behind him. Similar features to the same tan people he had met a while ago. “Wait. What is going on here?”

The first tan guy speaks. “Since you remember us, may as well introduce ourselves. I’m Claude and that’s Paul.” Paul waves with a smirk. “Gorgi is a little tied up at the time. He wanted to give you this.” He holds up a Pin with a picture of Dratini on it surrounded by blue. “Too bad I will keep it. Another thing I want, all Dragon Pokemon.” His voice sounds more serious as he finishes talking. He selects and sends out two Pokeballs. The first an Alakazam and the second a Jynx. “Let the operation continue.”

Jack shouts out to the Dragonair family. “Hide, get out of here.”

Claude pushes Jack to the ground. “Lay down before you hurt yourself. You won’t be saving any Pokemon this time.”

Jynx puts her hands close together, inches apart. A blue-white ball of energy appears and a bolt of colors shoots out at the lake. Ice Beam. Jynx is going to freeze the lake to flush the Dragon’s out. Little by little, the surface of the lake turns to ice. Within minutes, the lake is fully iced over.

Paul moves over to watch Jack. Jack can’t do anything- if he tired, surely Paul would get him with the large mallet in his hand.

“Come on out.”

In the middle of the lake, the ice cracks and *SMASH* Dragonair shoots out of the ice creating a ten foot diameter hole in the ice. Both Dratini surface to watch helplessly.

“Here we go! Jynx, fall back. Alakazam up front.

In the distraction of Dragonair showing up, Jack kicks Paul in the leg and scrambles to some distance. Jack grabs a Pokeball on his belt, ready to square off.

“Let’s do this kid.”

(Cue 2v2 Battle with pokemaster148)

While Jack battles, Abra wakes up from it’s nap under a tree not to far away. It looks around and quickly realizes the trouble.

“Alakazam, Pysbeam.”

Alakazam is at the bank of the lake while Dragonair hovers in the air ten feet about. The spoons connect and the colorful beam shoots into the air. Dragonair dodges left, then right. Dragonair glows fast, and releases and breeze of ice at Alakazam. The psychic Pokemon takes the ice gently, freezing some part of it.

“Recover that, use DISABLE NOW!”

Alakazam glows purple and the ice melts away. Dragonair heads in straight for a direct attack but Alakazam sets Disable up faster. Dragonair stops in the air, cringing from the control of Disable wrapping its long body into a ball.

“Step up Jynx. Ice Beam NOW!”

Jynx does it again with her hands and fires the beam of frozen water at the disabled dragon. More, more... Dragoniar freezes, and freezes into a large block of ice. Jynx stops, Alakazam lets go of Disable, and the ice falls down, down, down... and into the lake, crashing through the surface. Alakazam uses its psychic powers and drags the frozen Pokemon out of the lake and on land. It nears the ice block, touches it, and in seconds, the two teleport out of the area.

“Phase three is now complete.” Claude spots the two Dratini at the center of the lake, crying out but helpless to do anything since that can’t get out of the ice hole.

Paul collapses next to Claude, having lost the battle. “Man is he tough.”

Claude smirks at Jack. “I can take care of this kid. Pokemon, front and center.” Jynx gets ready. “After this, those Dratini will come too.”

His heart is on fire. He has spent so long with his new dragon friends he never wanted to leave them. “Not on your life.”

“Abra” Abra tugs Jack, wearing his pack over his back.

“You packed my stuff? Why?”

“Abraaaaa.” The world around changes scenery. It flashes from a green, to dark, to light blue. Abra has teleported Jack in the ice water with the Dratini.

Struggling to swim in the frigid waters, Jack manages to stay about water. “N-nniceee onnee.”

“Oooooo...” the two Dratini spark.”

From the land, “Curse you kid. At least we go what we came for.”

The scenery changes again. A longer flash of black, this time as if teleporting further away. White streaks fly by the black space. Then the new picture is clear. Jack, Abra and the two Dratini are at the Dragon school. Gorgi sits at the table.

“I never tire of teleporting. Just warn me next time.” Gorgi coughs. “Oh what happened here?”

Gorgi explains that two tan men tied him up, however loose. He then asks Jack what is going on. Jack tells the tale how the Tan Gang caught Dragonair and tried to catch the two Dratini. The Pin is also mentioned.

“Don’t worry about the Pin, I can make another one.”

“Handmade? No, I will get it somehow. That Pin is too special to me to just make me another one.”

The two Dratini slink behind Jack, avoiding Gorgi.

Gorgi nods. “So, what about these Dratini?”

Abra jumps on a pillow, putting Jack’s pack on the ground. He goes to sleep. Jack looks down at the Dratini. “I want to get their mother back. It’s what a true Pokemon Trainer would do. In the meantime, the Dratini should stay here with you to be safe.”

“Haha...” He laughs. “I don’t have time to take care of them. Have you seen how many plants need to be watered.”

“Have you heard of sprinklers?”

“It’s not the same as personal attention. These plants won’t be loved by pipes automatically delivering them water.”

Jack shrugs. “Well, they can’t stay back at the paradise alone and vulnerable until I try to get their mother back. The only option is...”

Gorgi and Jack share the same idea, however, Jack is not sure what to do. All he ever wanted to do was see a Dratini, let alone touch one. Now he has the chance to have two of them.

*1- Would Jack respect the Dratini so much to sacrifice ownership of them?
*2- Or would Jack respect the Dratini so much to take care of them while Dragonair was caught?

(-o-) Dratini Caught!
(-o-) Dratini Caught!

Original Post: July 2003 @ PE2K Proboards

 

17- The Tan Gang Heist​

Spoiler

At the secret headquarters of the Tan Gang, people in tan uniforms sit in a small room enough for ten people. Some sort of meeting is taking place.

“Ok, stage 3 was completed. Only one more stage and we can continue with Operation Mountain Base. A team was sent out so stage 4 should be finished today.” The speaker looks left at the door being open.

Another tan person walks in. “We caught a Murkrow. All Pokemon are accounted for.”

“Excellent.” The interrupter leaves. “Now, the final stage is to take place. You all know where to go. Get moving!” Everyone quickly moves out...

“One question.” Everyone falls down with a group sigh. It was Destiny, the lead scientist of their gang. “Booker, We need to wait a couple more days. Dragonair is very strong right now. We need more time.” She taps her clipboard to show charts and information.

Booker moans, “Alright. You have one more day. That’s it.”

“Thanks!” She smiles and exits the room before anyone else.

Down one story, and as cold as a basement, the laboratory lies. Gadgets and specimens and large machines that only do one thing are scattered about in the various rooms. Destiny walks in, placing her clipboard on a messy table. She scans the room with her blue eyes through prescription glasses. She sits, and looks down at the ground.

Booker wanders in. “Moping won’t do anything.”

She turns up and looks at the Tan Gang leader. “I know. But you aren’t giving Dragonair enough time to break down. My formulas take time. By going too early, it could cost the mission.”

He puts is fingers to her lips. “Shhhh! Don’t worry. I have other plans, my dear. You aren’t the only one with a smart brain.” He smirks, cheering her up some. “That’s good. Now let’s see some progress. We are too far to fail now.”

“Right.”

~*~*~​

“Hey, you know that pens can come in any color. Look, here’s silver with glitter in it.” Paul waves the pen in Claude’s face. Claude smacks his hand and the pen flies across the room. “Alright, gee. Don’t get so serious.”

Claude slams the table him and Paul are sitting at, eating a fine lunch. “All the stages are complete. I can’t be anything less than serious right now.”

“Yea, I guess you’re right.”

The walkie-talkie on the end of the table moves. “Claude, Paul. All the details on the house are complete, correct?”

Claude picks up the w-t and presses down to talk. “Right sir. Stage five is ready to go. We just need Dragonair and Murkrow.”

“Murkrow is fine. We have control of it. Dragonair is still struggling.”

Paul speaks, “Have you done the Mecha-Mind control yet?” Claude points to the walkie-talkie, motioning to press the button. “Oh, right.” Claude presses it and asks the same question.

“It’s coming. I’m letting Destiny finish her work so we can take it from there. A weaker Dragonair is better for us all.”

Paul nods as Claude continues. “Very well. Do you want us to do anything in the wait.”

“Just prepare the supplies for two days from now. Over and out.”

~*~*~​

“Finished.” Destiny takes the needle and pushes it into a test tube of blue color. She pulls the handle and draws the blue liquid. In a cage next to her is a sleeping Rattata. *POKE* Rattata is infected. Placing the needle down, she hits the cage hard with a book. Rattata wakes up in rage and runs around the cage. The energy levels drop, and Rattata slows the pace. Stop. Rattata collapses and goes back to sleep. Destiny raises the mixture and laughs like an evil scientist. “GENIUS!”

The next day has arrived. Destiny, along with three other scientists, all wearing white lab coats over their tan uniforms, prepare the subject. This room was large- it had to be to hold a Dragonair, Hypno and a number of people. They are at their ‘jail’, as they call it. Hypno uses it’s strong psychic ability to hold Dragonair with ease. In turns, Alakazam will step forward while Hypno rests, then vice-versa. Dragonair was always in keep.

The group of four walk into the room, and close the door. They could hear the locking of it from the other side as a safety precaution. “Administer the serum.”

One of the scientists slowly creeps forward. Dragonair lay on the ground, breathing heavily from the control of Hypno. A paralyzed state that Dragonair couldn’t break free. *STAB* Dragonair moves a little but the scientist pushes all the serum in before any wild movements.

“OOOAAOAAOAAAaaaaa!!!” Dragonair screams from the pain.

Five minutes later, Dragonair relaxes almost like sleeping. A voice over the speaker in the corner of the room announces, “Hypno, let it go.” Hypno opens its eyes and the psychic concentration stops. Dragonair lay motionless. Two scientists rush over and take the heart beat. Still breathing. Yep, it’s alive.

Destiny jumps up. “Yay! The new serum worked.”

The door behind them opens up and Booker heads the parade with two people behind him. “This is our opportunity. With Hypno not using the psychic power, the device can be attached. Do it!”

All the scientists run out as more men run in, carrying technology equipment. One of the men implants a small circular disc onto Dragonair’s head. The cord from the disc to the machines carries the data. The green light on the disc turns on and the work is complete. The scientists shake each others hands with smiles across their faces.

“Don’t celebrate yet. We don’t know if it will work.” Booker grabs a small hand held device with two buttons on it, green and red. He presses the green one.

*ZAP* Dragonair wakes up to feel the shock of electricity flowing all around her body. The little disc on her head is causing her much pain. The electricity stops and Dragonair gives the stern look at Booker. The other scientists grab the machines and push them out, running away.

Booker remains. “You will obey us. You are our slave.”

“AAAOOOHHH!!!” Dragonair yells taking a swipe at Booker with her tail. Booker ducks in time to avoid it. He presses the green button again.

*ZZZAAAPPP*

“Now, you WILL obey me. Lie down.”

Dragonair opens it’s mouth and a light forms, getting ready for Hyper Beam.
Booker presses the red button. An even more powerful electrical pulse flashes through her body. The nerves in her brain fight against the electrical pulses. The light on the disc turns red and the zapping stops.

“LIE DOWN!” Weakly, Dragonair does as told. “Perfect.”

“What happens if the Trainer shows up again like he did for the past two times?”

Claude aims and throws a dart at the dart board in their room. It hits bull’s-eye. “We take him down. It’s that simple.”

The Dragonair pin hangs above the dart board. A dart comes within an inch to hit it. Paul snaps his fingers, “Almost got it that time. Can I throw one.” Claude sighs and hands him the last dart. Paul throws it without aiming; the dart flies away from the board and hits a picture of Claude’s mom on a desk. The picture frame falls back and the glass breaks. He stares at Paul. “Honest accident. I’ll buy a new one.” He grabs a broom and sweeps the glass into a pile.

Claude looks at the Dragonair pin, staring intensely.

~*~*~​

The day is finally here. Stage five is moving into position. The unmarked tan Chevy van rolls down the streets of Blackthorn City. Eventually, they come to a spot secluded from the town and park outside a large mansion. This is their job.

The mansion is large, white, and large. Yes, it’s very large. On the side of the mansion is a gym, for the owner’s Pokemon to practice fighting. The yard isn’t that big though- maybe twenty yards on each side between the outer gate and the mansion. The gate is a normal black, eight feet tall with those spikes on the top that hurt when touched.

The tan van is outside the gate, parked on the side of the road. No other people for a mile, and hardly and cars come by. They have the perfect spot.

Claude moves from the drivers spot to the back of the van where all the equipment and machines are located. A television split in four screens is used for their spy cameras to watch everything in detail. Only three screens work at the moment. Paul opens up the side door and sees the mansion through his binoculars.

“Phase one, of Stage five. Go.” Paul throws out a Pokeball and Murkrow soars out above them.

{PHASE 1: Disabling the cameras.}

Claude hands Paul a larger bazooka and a Pokeball. Claude also sends out Alakazam. He remains in the van as Paul and Alakazam move to the bushes by the gate for cover. Paul turns on his head gear. “Ok, I’m on. Give me the signal.”

Claude scans the cameras to see the area is clear. “Go ahead.”

Paul waves up in the air for Murkrow to go. Alakazam uses his Psychic powers to bend the gate wide enough for the bazooka to fit through. He aims the bazooka across the yard at a small vent in the left side of the mansion.

Murkrow circles around the corner of the mansion, above a camera pointing directly at the vent below. It flaps down, and down, until it lands on the camera. Murkrow looks at the wires coming from the wall into the camera. Murkrow takes a snip of it.

“Ok, camera out. Go.” Claude says from inside the spy van.

Paul points at the vent. “Alakazam, again.” Alakazam uses his psychic powers again to forcibly remove the metal veny. Paul waves to stop and quickly re-alines with the vent. *THUNK* The odd sounding bazooka fires a Pokeball straight at the open vent. Hole in one!

Inside the mansion, in the security office, is a wall of television screens, each one showing a different place around the mansion. Then one of the screens turns fuzzy.

“Huh?” The security guard notices the change in screen in the corner of his eye. He looks at camera 21 to see it’s out. He quickly picks up a radio. “Sir, camera 21 is offline.”

Shortly, “Then check it out.”

“Right sir.”

The guard exits the room of television cameras and other equipment. He makes his way left, the right, down hallways of the large mansion. Until finally he comes outside. He makes his way around the huge fountain of a Machamp just before the left side of the mansion. There, he stops and looks around the area.

Murkrow pecks at the wire some more, even though it is not working and its job is done. The guard looks at the bird and sighs.

On the radio, “Sir, it’s only a wild Murkrow. It disabled the connection.”

Loudly, “Search around. Check for suspicious activity.”

“Sir, I suggest calling an electrician right away.”

The owner doesn’t respond which means he is calling for a repair guy right now.

The left bottom screen in the van moves down a long tunnel. It was the camera implanted in the disc so they can see her every move. The red light from the disc blurs the tunnel in a red glow, lighting the way. Dragonair’s slender body easily wiggles her way through the vents, even going vertically up to move to the second level of the mansion. But then she slides back down another vent to the same level. Up ahead, a vent gate appears. It’s time.

“Oooo...” A blast of cold air rushes forward and hits the steel gate. It freezes instantly. Dragonair rushes at it with speed... *CRASH* ...the vent gate smashes to ice pieces.

“She is in the room. Ready Phase 2.”

Paul and Alakazam have returned to the van, putting the bazooka back and searching for a back pack. It’s tan, what a color! “Ready.”

The screen shows Dragonair looking at a wall of televisions. She was in the security guard’s room. Quickly trained to disable the cameras, she moves in and presses a couple buttons. And the televisions go blank.

“They’re off. Go.”

{PHASE 2: Sneak inside the mansion.}

Claude nods to Paul and Alakazam as they slide the van door closed and lock the doors. The three of them are on the outside of the van and look at the large mansion.

Claude motions to Murkrow. “Ok, go start on Phase 3. When you’re finished, fly back to the van and wait for us.”

“Murk... krow!” The dark crow flaps off into the sky.

{PHASE 3: Lights out.}

Alakazam knows this is his part. The world around grows fuzzy and in a zip of light, the three of them stand in the guard’s watch room. If it weren’t for the camera attached to Dragonair, Alakazam wouldn’t know where to teleport to. Dragonair lay in the corner, curled up, waiting for them. Paul points the Pokeball at Dragonair and recalls her.

“Shall we move on Paul?”

Paul shakes his head. “Just one more thing.” He raises his mallet and smashes it into the screens on the wall, and once at the computer. “There, much better.”

Claude sighs. “Be serious. Alakazam, Teleport to the gym.”

Again, a change in scenery. This time they teleport to an area unfamiliar and unplanned. They are in a room, with many books and shelves. Like a library. A man sits in the corner in a reclined leather armoire, wearing a lavender colored robe that rich people wear. He glances up from his book and takes a look at his unwanted guests. And putting two and two together, he leaps up and runs out the door next to him.

Claude rushes forward. “It’s Mr. Weller. He’s the owner of this mansion. Alakazam, use mental meltdown.”

A move that Claude created, using Alakazam’s strong psychic ability to damage a person’s brain. But as they run, Weller is already two steps ahead, passing through doors and long halls. The psychic energy can’t pass through these barriers. So Alakazam takes a rest.
Finally, after a long chase, they stop right before two large double doors, with the words, GYM on the top in a brown color.

“It’s like that sign is inviting us in.” Paul manages to say.

Claude smirks. “He went right where we wanted to go.”

The double doors smash open, slamming the walls next to them. Paul on the right, Claude on the left, and Alakazam behind them in the middle. They enter the gym.

The gym is large, like a regular school’s auditorium. The ceiling reaches well in the air, maybe even two stories tall. In the center of the gym, is a wrestling ring, with the traditional colors of ropes and stage area. And around the ring on the left side is training equipment and on the right side are some punching bags. There is some definite hardcore training going on here.

And on center stage in the arena, a Hitmonlee practices its kicks. But now it stops, wondering what is going on here. At its side, near the ropes, is Mr. Weller.

Claude looks at the camera in the left corner, knowing it’s turned off. Time for action.

“Claude, he saw our faces.”

“Yes, PAUL. Way to use my fake name.” Claude sighs, pushing this past himself. “Now, that we are here, you have no escape.” He leans back and throws a Pokeball forward. The light reveals an Ivysaur. “Tie him up.”

Mr. Weller scrambles over the floor but Ivysaur’s vines catch up easily and wrap him.
Paul manages to crack, “Well, Phase 5 is already halfway complete.”

{PHASE 5: Silence Mr. Weller.}

Ivysaur pulls a radio out of Weller’s robe pocket. It was talking to them.

“Sir, the security room has been breached. I’m calling the police right now and will come to the gym as this emergency has planned for. Sir, answer me. Sir?....”

Paul looks at Claude. “This is going too fast. We haven’t even started phase four yet. And phase three should have been done by now.”

Then a few seconds later, the lights go out. Electricity no longer flows to the mansion. Murkrow has done it’s job. Although the sunlight from outside still peaks in through the large gym windows, the gym creates many cross shadows, for an eerie effect.

{PHASE 4: Capture Hitmonlee.}

Ivysaur pulls Mr. Weller toward the two tan guys as they shove a tan sock in his mouth and blindfold him with a tan bandana.

“You look better already. Now you just need a tan hat...”

“Paul, shut up. Please continue.”

Paul shrugs with a smile and turns to Hitmonlee, still in the ring. “Ready to come to our side Hitmonlee? We have much better equipment and better living quarters. We’ve been watching this mansion for three weeks. We know how badly you’ve been treated. What do ya say?”

“Mon, lee. Hitmon...” It shakes its head.

Paul shakes his disappointingly. “Then you force us to do this. Go Machoke.”

“You sure you’re ready for this?” Claude asks. “Hitmonlee is at a high level.”

“I can do this.”

But first, a swift figure moves at the two humans and Alakazam. It’s a Hitmonchan. *Uppercut Punch* Alakazam takes one in the nose. *Side Hit* And then a surprise attack to the gut. Hitmonchan pulls back, glowing it’s right glove any icy color, and strikes Alakazam. *FREEZE* Unable to react in time, Alakazam freezes to an icicle of frozen water.

Claude responds, “Hey, where did that come from? I though Hitmonchan wasn’t supposed to be here today. That makes phase six a lot harder, especially with police on their way.”

{PHASE 6: Escape}

Machoke enters the ring and Paul stand on the side, like a boxing manager. “Maybe when Mr. Weller came in here, he let Hitmonchan out. Just keep him away from us and we can catch Hitmonlee.”

Claude smirks again. “Better yet, I’ll catch this one. You did bring more than one Super Pokeball.”

“Yea.”

“Then no problems. This one is mine.” Hitmonchan stands there, gloves up, ready to fight. “Go Jynx.” Claude sends and his trusty Jynx comes out. “This won’t be easy. We don’t have much information on this one. But I WILL defeat it.”

Alakazam remains out so as Ivysaur uses a free vine to chop at the ice, hopefully allowing them to teleport away to safety. The two fights begin: Claude, Jynx vs. Hitmonchan; and Paul, Machamp vs. Hitmonlee. Ding.

Claude was on the side with the punching bags; hanging ones, bean bag ones, and some of the small ones. This would be an obstacle course.

Hitmonchan jumps back behind a line of six hanging punching bags from the high ceiling, three on the right side, three on the left. One foot forward, left fist up- Hitmonchan was ready.

“Jynx, start with Blizzard.” Jynx waves her hands in front, forming wind of ice. The powerful blast of snow makes its way through the hall of the punching bags but a fast Hitmonchan leaps right, going behind a punching bag. The blizzard moves to the bag and quickly covers it in snow. Hitmonchan leaps to the second row of the six bags, again, ready to go.

Claude is surprised. “It’s fast. And these punching bags provide cover. If only...” he snaps his fingers. “Ok, Blizzard again!”

Once more, Jynx waves her hands and releases the wind of ice and Hitmonchan moves left this time to avoid it. And another bag is frozen. Now Hitmonchan moves to the first row of bags and jumps forward with a quick jab to the head. *SMACK*

“Ah, Jynx, Double Slap.” Jynx furiously throws her hands wildly at the attacker, to back it off. “Gotta watch that quickness. Need to slow it down.”

Hitmonchan runs behind a bag in the first row. Suddenly the bag moves fast at Jynx, being punched from the other side. Jynx ducks down as the bag makes the second pass. And now, another bag is punched. And anther, and another. Four punching bags are moving around in all different directions while the two frozen bags remain still.

“Freeze those lines holding the punching bags.” Jynx aims a small gust of ice in the air, freezing one, then another. The two frozen lines snap, crashing the punching bags to the ground. But the one in the third and second row still move. “Wait! Where’s Hitmonchan?”

While concentrating on the moving targets, Hitmonchan has moved in to the left side and rushes in for a flurry of punches.

“Jynnxxxxx...” Jynx sits down on the ground as Hitmonchan runs back to the third row of punching bags. Everything is still for a moment. Jynx stands back up.

“Ok, mild set back. Time to go on offense. Jynx, move in.” Almost like dancing, Jynx wiggles down the hall of punching bags. The two from the first row lay at the side.

“Mon chan...” It vanishes into thin air and quickly reappears next to Jynx. *BIFF* Disappear, reappear... *POW* again... *BAFOO!* and once more, this time with a flame to the fist *WHIFF...* Jynx has reacted from the last punch, causing her head to be back as Hitmonchan aimed for it from the front with a Fire Punch Uppercut.

“Double Slap.”

Hitmonchan is pounded down by two quick moving hands which slap like crazy. Hitmonchan moves back, resting for a second. “Good, while it’s weak... fight it with your own punches.!”

Jynx wiggles in and prepares a fist full of ice to the punchy Pokemon. A direct hit to Hitmonchan. But this hit wakes it up from it’s rest. Now some seriousness. Hitmonchan thrusts its fist forward as Jynx dodges nicely to the side. Somehow, Jynx gains some fast feet. Maybe the action of boxing brings out the fist-fighters in Pokemon. Jynx moves behind a punching bag as Hitmonchan punches it. Having some of the line frozen, it snaps, and the bag is launched across the gym. While recovering from that, Jynx slams down her Pound attack and follows it with another Pound but Hitmonchan moves back behind a frozen bag.

*SHATTER*

The bag shatters from a sudden punch, ice particles flying at Jynx. Naturally, Jynx covers her face with her hands so as not to get hit in the eyes. Hitmonchan takes advantage and slickly moves under with fist back... moving in an underhand motion for a Sky Uppercut. Jynx is hit hard and flies across and lands on the left side of the wrestling ring where some kind of dust appears to be floating around.

Claude looks at Paul whom looks back. He gives the thumbs up while Paul sticks his tongue out at him.

Somehow, Jynx manages to find more strength. “Can’t beat Hitmonchan with my defense, can’t match its skills. So, gotta play dirty. Lovely Kiss.”

At this time, Hitmonchan is rushing again, seeing Jynx stand. The ‘chan wants to get this over with. It can see that Hitmonlee might need some help. Jynx moves her hand to her lips and blows a kiss. The kiss hits Hitmonchan and stops it dead in its tracks.

“Body Slam!”

Jynx jumps up and falls down on the puncher. Hitmonchan snaps out of the sleepy state and remembers what is going on. *KNOCK* Jynx is pushed off and Hitmonchan responds with a fast Fire Punch across the face. *FLAME*

Hitmonchan readies anther punch but Jynx sulks her head down, crying from the hit. She then looks up, tears flowing rapidly. Hitmonchan is stunned by this action and lowers its fist.

“Nice fake tears, Blizzard!” Jynx stops crying, smiles, and creates a fast flowing wind of snow and ice. Hitmonchan puts its gloves in front to block the attack, but nothing can stop it. Hitmonchan is launched across the punching bags, smashing into the other frozen one, breaking it to pieces.

Jynx moves away from the ring wall, a slow few steps. Tired. Hitmonchan uses the last of its strength for a final rush. It was down to this last attack.

“Freeze the floor.”

Claude quickly says as he steps back from the action so as not to be frozen. Jynx aims down and points some Icy Wind at the gym floor. It instantly freezes and before Hitmonchan would know it, it slides around uncontrollably towards Jynx. Unable to stand well enough, it can’t focus its punches. Jynx scrunches down, fist full of ice, and launches up, smacking Hitmonchan in the stomach, into the air, up and over the head of Jynx, and landing...

“Alright Machoke. This is what we prepared for. Time to see if we are indeed, ready.”

Machoke flexes its muscles, as Hitmonlee lanks around the ring. Karate against wrestling. An age old question of who can win this possibility. Machoke stands in the left bottom corner as Hitmonlee is in the top right. Machoke is the first to go.

“No, stay on defense first.” Paul yells but Machoke already went out too far. Hitmonchan took one long step forward, spun around and kicked Machoke in the head with its left foot. That long foot is only going to be harder to bypass.

Paul sighs. “Aw, forget the order, go in and grab it.”

Machoke shrugs it off and rushes forward, arms up in grabbing motion. Hitmonlee vanishes left and kicks up. *SMACK* Machoke turns to grab but a whole bunch of wild kicks are thrown at it.

“Block them.”

Machoke raises arms to block but the fast feet move under the arms to the stomach. Then stopping, Hitmonlee does a duck and spin, foot out and trips Machoke to the floor. Hitmonlee jumps up and lands on the top right pole in the corner of the ring. Machoke stands up from the hit and turns to face the kicker. But it’s already in the air and hard to see with the semi-darkness in the gym.

“Monlee...” Machoke is kicked back against the ropes, however, to Machoke’s advantage. The ropes sling Machoke back and arms ready. *SQUEEZE* Machoke grabs a hold of Hitmonlee. But the legs are the ones in need of a grab.

“Go into...” but Paul is cut off when Hitmonlee kicks Machoke in the special area. *GROIN!!!* Machoke backs off, letting go. Now in the center of the ring, Machoke shakes the pain away.

Paul strokes his mallet, “That’s cheap.”

Hitmonlee proceeds in a circular motion around the ring, clockwise. Using its Agility, it was hard to track. Machoke twists and turns, trying to watch it. He swipes down with a chop, missing of course. Occasionally, some kicks would come out; from behind, from the side. Hitmonlee has a definite advantage over the slower Machoke.

“No, swipe into the motion, not down. Swipe where it is coming from.” Machoke moves both arms for a Cross chop going counter-clockwise. Hitmonlee dives through the break in the arms and stops for a triple kick to Machoke. Then it proceeds in the circling.

Paul sighs, “This is very troublesome.” He goes to the right side of the ring and swipes his mallet in against the circling Hitmonlee. *SLIP* It fumbles from the unexpected trip and lands into the ropes, then bounces back into the ring. Machoke was already ready with a clothesline. Hitmonlee is down for now.

“Heh. That’s the way to do it Machoke. Now give it Seismic Toss.”

Machoke prepares to pick it up when a punching bag flies into the ring and knocks over Machoke. The bag falls to the right side of the ring, Machoke down on the floor. The advantage is lost as both Pokemon stand up and again, square off.

“Stupid Claude. But maybe.... Machoke, focus your energy.” Machoke closes his eyes for one second and gathers energy for this battle. Hitmonlee moves in fast. “Now, grab the punching bag for defense.” Machoke grabs down and lifts the bag in front. *RIP* Hitmonlee’s sharp feet have punctured the bag filled of dirt and dust. The foot is stuck for now. “Rip it to shreds.” Machoke, holding both sides of the bag, uses all of its energy to pull apart the bag at the hole. And just like that, the dirt and dust pours out all over the ring. A cloud of dust fills the air.

Paul watches as Jynx is suddenly thrown against the right side of the ring. Claude give a thumbs up while he sticks his tongue back at him. “Stupid Claude knocking punching bags at me.”

The cloud settles; Hitmonlee was covered head to toe in dirt and dust. Machoke the same.

“Throw the bag.”

Machoke throws the remains of the bag at Hitmonlee. He quickly moves to kick it but slips on the dirt on the ring floor.

Paul smiles. “Ha. Now who’s faster? Machoke, go in and get it.” Machoke rushes in to grab again but Hitmonlee jumps up into the air and does a vertical forward spin to kick down on Machoke. Machoke runs into the left bottom pole at the corner and turns around. He makes his way back out.

“Machoke, I have the answer. Keep moving forward get ready to block.” The muscle Pokemon steps forward in the direction of Hitmonlee. Hitmonlee reaches out it’s right foot... “Grab left...” Machoke puts his arms out and blocks the foot from doing damage. Hitmonlee is disabled. “Toss it into the ropes.” Machoke turns 180 degrees and Hitmonlee hits the ropes and bounces back to Machoke, ready for a Dynamic Punch. *WHACK!!!* Hitmonlee is down to the ground.

“You’re the champ Machoke. No one can beat you. Now pin for the win!” Paul was excited at this. He had never stolen a Pokemon directly from someone before and this was his first.
Machoke moves over and lays on the Pokemon....

*BUMP* A Hitmonchan is thrown at center ring and knocks into Machoke, who losses grip. Paul glares at Claude. “Get outta my area.” He points to his mallet threateningly.

Claude remarks shaking his head, “Then throw ‘em back. ...wait, better idea.” Claude points to his frozen Alakazam. “Throw it here.”

Paul commands. It’s not like Hitmonlee was going anywhere. Machoke grabs Hitmonchan by the legs and twirls around with Seismic Toss. *CRASH* The semi-melted ice cracks from the fighter Pokemon’s impact. And shortly, with a purple aura surrounding the ice, it shatters. Particles fly everywhere.

Machoke turns and realizes that Hitmonlee is moving. Paul orders a devastating throw to finish it off. Round and round he goes, where the throw will happen, is up to gravity. Release! Hitmonlee flies toward the back wall of the gym where heavy weights are displayed on the wall. Hitmonlee smacks into the bars, crashing to the ground. The top bar, with large discs at the end carrying heavy weight, comes loose, and lands on Hitmonlee’s legs, paralyzing it.

“Crow!!”

Claude looks up at the window, seeing Murkrow on the other side. It flyies straight into it, causing the glass to break as the dark birds flies in, rather hurt. It lands next to Claude.

“Why aren’t you in the van?” Murkrow drops a badge stating Police on it. “Oh!”

A shout from outside calls, “We have you surrounded. Please give up and come outside. You cannot teleport when we have disabled that feature.”

Claude kicks the ground. “Dang, they’re using the technology we stole from them. How are we going to finish the last phase?” Then he remembers the Hitmonchan. He turns to look at it...

Hitmonchan wouldn’t let this happen. Quick to its feet, Hitmonchan rushes forward with a slash punch to Alakazam. But all was necessary was a wave of the hand and Hitmonchan was floating in the air. It cringes from the pain as it is slammed against the ceiling. Releasing the psychic power, Hitmonchan falls to the ground, landing on one of the fallen punching bags from earlier. The dust flies, covering the puncher.

Claude already knows the outcome. “Hey Paul, where are you?”

Paul waves his arms in the air. “I’m over here, about to catch Hitmonlee.” Machoke had Hitmonlee pinned this time. No escape. No chance what-so-ever. Paul faces It. “Time for the Super Pokeball to fly.” It soars over the kicker and pulls it in. Only a few seconds, and the outcome would be displayed.

As for Hitmonchan, the dust has cleared. “Unlucky for you. You should have ran away instead of trying to defend your master.” Claude fires the Super Pokeball at the puncher and watches it go in. Alakazam returns to Claude’s side as he picks up Murkrow for comfort.
And poor Mr. Weller watches the whole thing, to see the fate of his two Pokemon...

(-o-)Hitmonlee Caught!
(-o-)Hitmonchan Caught!

Original Post: October 24, 2003 at PE2K Proboards

 

18- Battle at Dragon's Pin​

Spoiler

“And now onto local news. Tragedy struck as Mr. Weller, beloved fighter Pokemon expert, passed away this morning. As one of the top leaders in Blackthorn, his reputation far exceeded his love for Pokemon. He lived in solitude most of the time, secretly training inside his home made gym...” The news report continues to describe his life and how he succeeded as a Trainer in the Johto region. “It’s been two months since his mansion was attacked by the Tan Gang. Ever since his two prized fighting Pokemon, Hitmonlee and Hitmonchan, were stolen, his health had been declining rapidly. An Ivysaur held him hostage, causing him to inhale a mix of harmful toxins. Though the toxins can be cured, Mr. Weller was said to be ‘too emotionally beaten’ to try. He will always be remembered.” The screen shows a nice picture of the man with his birth and death date below. “For more information about this heist, please visit us online at....”

The Tan Gang Heist, as it was being called, was a complete disaster for Blackthorn City. Not only did the two culprits manage an escape, but a lot of damage was done to the town. The Tan Gang wasn’t even known until the last six months. But after the heist, the entire Johto League was on watch. Any information that lead to their capture was helpful. But so far, only dust was caught.

The culprits names’ were Paul and Claude. Nothing is known about them except they are stronger than they appear. So far, they are the only known members of this gang. Jack had met this duo before, twice actually. He knew he should have done something, when he first met them and caught Abra. But that was the past.

Since the incident at Mr. Weller’s mansion, Jack has been more determined to finding the Tan Gang’s secret base. The trouble was gaining information because everyone could be a suspect. And the city is busy, with people coming and going constantly. He can’t give up either. The mother Dragonair was taken by them. His hand-made Dratini Pin from Gorgi was taken by them. And nice Mr. Weller’s Pokemon were taken by them. He won’t go back to being a regular Trainer until they are stopped. He’s even forgotten about challenging the Blackthorn Gym.

Jack sits down on a longue chair at the Pokemon Center, distraught by the news. He jumps up, kicks a stool, and grabs a drink at the counter. “Things would be a lot better if they weren’t here. I know I’m an outsider, but Mr. Weller didn’t deserve that kind of treatment. And now, even if I find them, what good does it do for him?”

A Trainer next to him shouts, “Yeah. He helped me understand the need of my Pokemon, rather than my need to always win.”

“He showed me even a weakness has strength.”

“I learned to better my relationship with my Pokemon. He taught me battling isn’t about being stronger, but having a strong trust between Trainer and Pokemon.”

The entire Pokemon Center cheers in an uproar. No one was crying, rather, they were remembering the good times. That’s how everyone can really love those that pass on.

Jack heads out after lunch. He’s taking the day off from looking to have some fun. And not just any fun: Bowling! There’s only one bowling alley in the city. Dragon’s Pin. It’s small, 10 lanes, a few arcade and pinball machines, and a snack bar. After school, kids like to hang around the snack bar and games, then run home before dinner.

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His style of clothing hasn’t changed either. Shirt, shorts, hat, dark sunglasses, and shoes. With so much constantly happening, there isn’t time to worry about looking cool.

As he steps closer to the entrance *SMACK* he is hit by something thrown at him. He takes the blue thing away from his face to discover it’s a Pokemon, a Wynaut to be exact.

“Pokemon aren’t allowed in here without a Trainer. Go away now,” says the bouncer at the door.

Wynaut looks at Jack with its big eyes, tilting its head sideways for a sad effect.

“Uhm..... this Wynaut is mine.”

The bouncer turns around, “Is it now?”

“Uh, yeah.” Jack stands up. “So don’t throw around my Pokemon.” Wynaut claps with its ears as he is put on the floor. “Let’s go Wynaut. Let’s have some fun.”

“Alright,” mumbles the bouncer. “You keep an eye on him now.”

Jack walks in with Wynaut at his side. “Okay little guy, what do you want to do....” Wynaut was gone. “Hey, where’d you go.” He looks left, right, straight, then back left. There he was, standing on a stool in front of a pinball machine. It hits the buttons on the side but nothing happens. “You need quarters to play these games. Hold on.” He exchanges a few dollars for quarters and places them on the machine, putting one into the game. “Do you even know how to play?”

Wynaut nods determined. The ball lines up... he shoots it. Five minutes later, Wynaut is still on ball number one and has won five more turns, giving ‘em a grand total of eight balls left. And the score was in the billions.

“Wow.”

Jack steps back. It’s safe to say Wynaut will be there a while and will be fine on his own. He steps over to pay for a lane and shoes. He asks a group of three if he can join with them instead of paying for a whole lane by himself. They accept. The overused bowling shoes are put on, and he is ready to bowl.

“You know how to bowl, right?” one of the guys asks.

Jack rolls his eyes, sarcastically saying. “This is the game where you push a disc down the lane to land in a square, right?

“No, that’s shuffleboard.” The three look at him oddly.

He cracks up, “The look on all your faces was priceless. Of course I know how to play.”

The games went well for him. Third place. Second Place. Third Place again. But he doesn’t care about winning. For him, bowling was about having fun and taking his mind off anything serious. The others were intermediate bowlers, much like Jack. Probably coming directly from school to play some games.

He is now at the last game. The other three need to go home soon. It’s his last turn, arm back....

“Hey, you over there, about to bowl now...”

The bouncer says as Jack lets go of the ball. *GUTTER* He turns around, sighing. If he hit just one pin, he would have had second place again. The other three have a good laugh.

“Where’s your Wynaut? Pokemon must be in accompany of their Trainer. Or I will have to throw you out now.”

“He’s at the arcade. I’ll show you.” They walk over to the arcade and guess what... no Wynaut. He looks around but.... no Wynaut. “He was here.”

“If that Pokemon causes any trouble, you are responsible now.”

Annoyed, “Do you have to say ‘now’ at the end of every speech?”

“What was that now?”

“Nevermind.”

The bouncer looks at him sternly, not liking his speech impediment being made fun. “If I find him before you do, you won’t be happy now.”

So Jack looks around. Not in the arcade. Not around the snack bar. Not on the bowling floor. Could it be near the pins? No, someone would have saw that. But ten minutes walking around, asking people, there is no Wynaut to be found. The group Jack was bowling with had left and another group takes the lane. He looks at the bouncer, whom is carefully watching his every move. He waves nicely. The emotionless bouncer looks the other way.

“Maybe Wynaut left. That has to be it.”

After sitting down at a table in front of the snack bar, sipping a soda, he thinks he spots a blue blur to the far left. He looks again. An employee walks from the far bowling lane and opens a door. There, the blue blur is more familiar. It’s Wynaut. Wynaut creeps along the wall, following the employee to the door. The door closes but it jumps up, using it’s ears to turn the knob, and steps through the crack, closing it behind him.

“Huh?” Jack places his soda down and heads for the door. DO NOT ENTER. “You would think a door as important as this one would be locked.” He knocks quietly on the door and opens it, stepping in slowly.

“...and that’s when I saw this Pokemon playing Pinball. With no Trainers around, it was easy to swipe the change.” The other people in the room chuckle. “It looked so mad when I took it but the stupid Pokemon never moved from the game.”

“That bouncer must have let it in again.”

“No, I think a stupid Trainer snuck it in today. How pathetic.”

The room is actually not a room, but a private bowling room with two lanes. There are two couples sitting on couches, the employee that walked in, and another guy ready to bowl. A table sits in the middle of them all with private drinks and snacks not served in the main snack bar. Wynaut suddenly leaps on the table, knocking over two glasses.

“What the... how did it get in here?” the employee shouts. He grabs Wynaut by the ears and throws him back near the entrance. “This is a private party.”

“Why don’t you lock the door next time.” Jack says, checking to see if Wynaut was fine. “You think stealing money from a Pokemon is acceptable. Stealing from it is like stealing from me.”

One of the girls speaks, “Dude, that Pokemon only takes money from Trainers to play games. It doesn’t care about anything except our arcade. Every Trainer tries to take it home with them, only to be disappointed at the end of the day.”

“It is our duty to remove wild Pokemon from the premise and take anything on their possession gained while inside Dragon’s Pin. That means money and any prizes it wins.” The bowler turns around, “So you see.........” His mouth gaps open at the site of the intruder.

Jack is also shocked, like being struck by lightning. “You’re........ Paul..... from the Tan Gang.” That’s the guy he’s looking for. Here, in a private bowling room. What are the chances of this happening. “Don’t you guys realize who he is?”

The five people smirk, “What makes you think we don’t.” Could it be the bowling alley is owned by them? That’s the only explanation.

Paul steps closer, “Don’t do anything stupid Jack.”

He readies a Pokeball, “The fact that you remember my name indicates you’ve been waiting for a rematch.” But instead of battling in the small room, he wants to make a run for it.

However, Paul launches a bowling ball and hits the door, causing it to close before Jack can run out. One of the couples grabs a bowling ball too, ready to throw, while the employee steps around the table. Paul laughs from the hard wood floor. Lastly, the other couple grabs a cell phone to call someone.... headquarters?

Acting quick, Jack steps forward and kicks under the table, launching it on top of the couple holding bowling balls. Food and drinks, and glass spread all over the wall and ground. In the same action, the employee on the right moves out of the way from the table only to be socked in the face by Jack’s left fist. He goes down, spilling quarters out of his pocket. It’s during this chaos that Paul releases Machamp, whom rushes on the left side, heading for Jack. He ducks a punch and rolls back to the door, throwing a Pokeball out as he stands back up. Abra pops out. She sits on the carpet, looking asleep.

Paul nearly slips on the wood. “He’s not being serious. Machamp, pound that thing into the ground.”

The four arms move down for a sure fired kill shot. Abra’s sliver eyes light up and a force of energy blocks all four arms from contact. Soon after, each arm moves back twice as fast into Machamp at the face and stomach. Abra’s Counter had worked.

“Nice work. Use Thunderpunch in unison with Confusion.”

Abra stands up, holding her fist back with electricity, and slams it across Machamps body. Machamp jumps back a foot but that’s not all. It muscles glow as a blast of Pyschic energy follows the punch, sending it back even further. Machamp lands on the couple with the phone, surely knocking them out.

Meanwhile, Wynaut nudges Jack’s shoe. It was holing all the stolen quarters but couldn’t open the door. “I see. Time to go. Abra, return.” Jack places the ball back on his belt and steps outside the private room, closing the door behind him. A couple people nearby look at him because they had heard some loud noises.

The bouncer steps up, “What were you doing in the private room now?” He completely ignores Wynaut at the side.

“One of the guys in there... it’s Paul from the Tan Gang. He’s in there.” The nearby people look at him as if he’s crazy.

“Sir, that’s impossible. Let’s not create a scene now.”

He adds the numbers, “You, you’re with them. The whole bowling alley is under their control.” He shouts to everyone. “Listen to me. A member of the Tan Gang is in that room.” He points. “We have to call the police.” But nobody moves. “Doesn’t anyone care. He harmed Mr. Weller.”

From inside the private room, “Should we do anything?”

“No.” Paul calmly helps move the table off his friends. “Jack won’t be a problem.”

Back outside, the bouncer pulls out a handheld tranquilizer gun. “Sir, we’re all upset at the tragic death of Mr. Weller, but this is a serious place of business now.” He addresses the audience. “Don’t worry folks, this kid is a troublemaker. Sorry for the interruption now.” He aims the gun and fires the dart.

Jack cringes but he can’t dodge a bullet. However, Wynaut can reflect it. The little blue Pokemon jumps in front and reflects the dart back at the bouncer. *PRICK* He is hit in the chest. He stumbles back, pulling the dart out. He tries to insert another dart to the gun but it’s light out.

“Thanks!”

“Wynaut wyyy.”

He turns attention to the wall blocking the hidden room. He has to show them. Everyone stopped bowling to watch and see what he would do next, not sure if he was on their side, or another. Jack calls out Snorlax. The floor jumps as the fat Pokemon lands. The people near the last lane and around the snack bar run away.

“We’re going to show these guys the truth. Snorlax, tear down that wall by any means necessary.” He walks Snorlax to the wooden floor of the bowling alley. Directly on the other side of the wall in front of them should be the couches. Jack turns his back and looks at the rest of the alley, making sure no one tried to stop him.

Snorlax runs his jolly self at the wall, slightly indenting the soft wood. His body slams into it, shaking the entire foundation and causing one of the lights above to flicker off. He runs back and slams again, making a Snorlax sized indent in the wall, fracturing three times the length away too. More and more people step away, afraid, but still interested in what will happen. Snorlax makes his third charge and this time, the wall caves in. A hole the size of three Snorlax’s is created as cardboard, wood, insulation, and dust surround the area.

Jack turns back around, smiling. Snorlax steps back. Coughs and aches can be heard from the private room. A piece of wall is kicked over as two people step out with bruises. One of them was the target.

“There. Right there. That is Paul.”

And right away, everyone knew it. It was hard to tell by looking, since a wall fell on him. But the mallet he holds is a dead give away.

**Initiate Evacuation Plan Alfa-03C** An alarm sounds after the announcement and everyone runs for the door.

Only Jack, Snorlax, Paul, and another employee remain near the broken wall. Unconscious are the bouncer, the two couples in the private bowling room, and the employee that stole from Wynaut. During all that, Wynaut went back at the arcade.

The other employee, behind Jack, shouts, “Paul, what do I do?”

“Grab anything important and get out of here. Tell the boss the alley has been compromised.” Paul turns to Jack, stroking his mallet. “It’s just you and me now.”

“I’m ready when you....” he realizes Snorlax isn’t in front. “Where did he...” Jack falls down, anime style. Snorlax is at the snack bar having all-he-can-eat pre-dinner. “Hey, come back here. I didn’t say you could eat.”

Paul smirks and calls Machamp, “It doesn’t matter if you aren’t ready. Use Vital Throw on him.”

With no time to have Snorlax help, he calls another Pokemon out. Sudowoodo jumps and dances around, hugging Jack as she always does. He points to Machamp.... and the two are hit hard. Jack slides across the wood while Sudowoodo lands on the couches at the last lane they are at.

“Pay attention,” Jack says as he stands. “Watch the arm chops.”

“Get in there! Be ruthless! Oh yea!” Paul swings his mallet around.

Sudowoodo has a better idea and grabs a bowling ball out of the stand behind them. She overhand throws it but Machamp uses the back of one arm to easily knock it away. It then grabs four balls from the return chute and tosses them simultaneously. Sudowoodo is hit all four times but thanks to it’s rock hard body, the damage is minimal. However, while defending the balls, Machamp rushes over and grabs the ‘tree’ and quickly tosses it into the DO NOT ENTER door. Machamp rushes again, all four arms out...

“Use Low Kick.”

Sudowoodo scrunches down and slides into Machamp’s feet before it can grab her. The big galoot stumbles and slams headfirst in the door, knocking it out of frame. Sudowoodo jumps back, ready to continue. Machamp steps over the broken pieces, holding the cracked door in its right arms. And like WW Smackdown, Machamp is going to cheat by introducing a foreign object in the fight.

Paul laughs, “If I gave you my mallet, you could fight like a knight. Haha. Now focus your energy and show it your cross chop.”

Machamp strikes its left arms down, inches away from Sudowoodo. In turn, she slams her shoulder at Machamp, only hitting the door shield. The fighting Pokemon pushes its shield forward, knocking Sudowoodo off balance. It uses its bottom left arm to grab the feet and toss her away from the lanes.

“Ooooooo...” She cries as she slams into the counter at the snack bar, where Snorlax is preparing food. She stands up when suddenly two arms slam her against the counter, snapping it in two. In another quick motion, before any chance of defense, Sudowoodo is grabbed again and launched over the counter at the food displays.

In the chaos, a quadruple-decker sandwich is ruined and spilled all over the floor. Snorlax can only look down at the mess.....

Jack repositions near the snack bar. “Sudowoodo, are you ok?”

And like a bolt of lighting.... *KAAFWOOM* ...the snack bar explodes. Jack is pushed back lightly. Sudowoodo soars through the air, extra crispy. Machamp rolls and flips across the floor. All table are either cracked or destroyed. The counter is turned into a pile of wood and marble. The snack bar sprinkler system turns on to put out any fire. Snorlax steps out as the mist clear, drenched, and highly upset at the waste of a good sandwich.

“Snorlax...” Jack says, bringing himself back up.

“SNOOORR!!” The fat Pokemon stampedes, kicking everything out of his way. Machamp stands up, shield ready.... *CRA-ACK* The shield snaps into a billion pieces as Snorlax punches into it. He then slams his other fist into Machamp’s gut, sending it flying back toward the bowling lanes.

Paul steps to the side as Machamp almost hits him. “It won’t be able to think straight while in a rampage. Focus your energy and you can beat it.”

Sudowoodo is recalled. “Come on Snoralx. Get him. Use Earthquake.”

Snorlax lumbers toward the wood bowling floor, jumps high, and lands with a thud. The floor ripples a foot high, snapping the wood and sending nails flying in all direction. The effect ripples at Machamp and Paul, slamming Paul back into the gap. Machamp, however, jumps over the ripple, takes a couple hits by some nails, and rushes Snorlax, using Scary Face at the same time. Snorlax loses concentration as Machamp uses all four arms to chop up and down his fat body.

“LAX.” He screams, slamming his arms down but missing. Machamp jumps back, refocuses, and charges again. Snorlax stares back...... and yawns. Machamp can’t help but yawn back, slowing his rush as its eyes become heavier.

“Perfect timing. Body Slam it.”

He stamps over the broken floor boards and slams Machamp into the bowling ball return machine. The machine sparks as it is moved out of position, electrocuting the pair slightly. Snorlax jumps back, grabbing hold of Machamp, and tosses it down the lane.

*STRIKE*

The pins in lane ten are knocked over as Machamp slides into the back. The machine moves down to remove the pins, pressing Machamp into the floor with its oddly shaped metal. The machine gives up, knowing something is blocking it. A red light flashes above to indicate a mechanic is needed. Machamp feels its head, trying to regain focus.

“It’s still moving. Finish it with Hyper Beam”

Machamp slowly crawls out of the pit as a bright, white, light of energy flashes around. Lane ten is becomes completely inoperable as the whole system is destroyed, leaving a gap in the wall. The effect was felt all the way down to lane 8. Machamp is out.

Paul slides over the debris, planning to escape. He recalls Machamp, holding an interesting device with nails. He tosses it at the ceiling. It rapidly blinks faster and faster until it stops blinking and becomes a single light. The ceiling above explodes twice as large a hole as Snorlax created in the wall. Paul hides back in the private room. Jack is far enough away. But Snorlax....

Wood, steel, plating, dust, insolation, lighting, wires, a large air conditioning system fall down onto Snorlax below. Even a Yanma can be seen falling from the destruction, with spinning swirly eyes. The resulting explosion causes all the main lights to turn off, leaving only the neon ones left. Water pours out of an exposed pipe. Dragon’s Pin now has a moon roof. The pink sky can be seen above, with orange clouds passing.

Jack rushes to the pile. “Snorlax? Where are you? Are you ok?” Some rubbles moves at the left and a fat hand falls out. That’s all he needs in order to recall him.

“I must say, you’ve shown me a lot more than our last fight.” Paul says, then trips over a pile of wood shards.

“I’m not finished yet.” Jack grabs his shoulder, feeling some pain.

Outside, some sirens can be faintly heard. Someone shouts something about giving up. The traditional police stuff.

Paul stops near the exit, “The feds? What happened to our guys outside? Were they... caught?”

Another nail bomb is thrown, this time at the exit, sealing it off so they can’t come in. There was no logical way out now. The shockwave also shatters the glasses and screens in the arcade on the left side of the alley, putting glass on the floor.

Paul stands near the exit, as Jack arrives on the opposite side of the main hall, with the shoe rental behind him.

*SCREEEEEECH*

Both Paul and Jack cover their ears as a loud pitched noise pierces the air. Any remaining glass in the vicinity is shattered. Quickly, a buzzing blur swings at Jack. It misses.

“What? Is that... a Yanma?” Indeed it was. This Yanma was covered in dust and even has splinters stuck under its belly. “Did it... did it fall down with the explosion?”

That’s when Wynaut returns, pissed. Every single game was shattered. It looks at Yanma, seeking revenge for shattering his game. “Wyyy naut. Wy... Naut [email protected]!!”

“Yaannnnn. Yan yan.”

It rushes toward Wynaut, who prepares Counter. However, a purple blast hits Wynaut from behind, moving it, causing Yanma to miss, diving through a broken window into the arcade room. Paul had called out Murkrow and used Night Shade. What a devious trick. Pissed off even more, Wynaut prepares to fight him too.

“No, I’ll handle him.”

Jack pushes Wynaut away and selects Abra to fight. Wynaut wanders away to find Yanma. The two final fights begin. Jack and Abra against Paul and Murkrow. And Wynaut against Yanma.

The Tan Gang member laughs, “Abra won’t stand a chance against a part dark type Pokemon.”

“You don’t know the power we have together.”

Murkrow starts the battle with a blast of Night Shade. Before the purple beam is half way, Abra teleports two feet away. Again, the crow fires and again Abra moves away. Now that Paul sees how fast Teleport is, he can plan to defeat it. Murkrow uses Night Shade once more, and like before, Abra teleports. The difference this time, Murkrow used Pursuit along with it. The shaded beam curves and hits Abra’s new position. It shrieks from the ghostly burn.

It’s Jack’s turn to counter. Abra electrifies the air around Murkrow, Thunderwaving the bird. Murkrow caws as Abra teleports into the air in front of it, slashing down with an electric punch across it’s feathery chest. Abra returns to the floor, sitting down. Murkrow flaps its wings, struggling to stay in the air.

“You’re not the only one with tricks,” Paul laughs.

Murkrow moves its wing forward, taunting its opponent. Abra is agitated by the taunt, giving her eyes a faint glow. Jack calls for another Telport-Thunderpunch combo, put Abra instead jumps up and tries to punch the bird. And misses. Murkrow takes this chance and sends a beam at Abra for a direct hit. Jack realizes that must have been Taunt and only attacks physical attacks can be used for a while. But no worries.

Since Abra can’t teleport, Murkrow sends another Night Shade. This time, Abra doesn’t move at all as a light shield helps deflect the beam. It bounces back, but Murkrow dodges down. While lower to the ground, Abra runs up and without jumping, Thunderpunches Murkrow more effectively since she didn’t jump. It flaps back, wounded and weak. Abra teleports back again. Her eyes regain normalness.

Murkrow regains some height. Paul struggles to find an effective tactic. He has to break Abra’s Counter first. Murkrow dives in with wings glowing, obviously using Steel Wing. Abra simply Teleports. Paul smacks his head, forgetting to use Taunt first. Abra reappears on Murkrow, whom struggles with the new weight. A second later, both vanish. They reappear again, this time Murkrow is aimed at one of the walls. Flying too fast, Murkrow slams headfirst and slides down the wall. Abra jumps back and lands, standing ready with glowing hands, preparing a dark ball of swirling energy. Murkrow hits the floor and before it moves, Shadow Ball explodes at it. Abra teleports next to Jack.

Paul recalls Murkrow and grabs another Pokeball. “Like you said, it’s not over.” *PRICK* A dart enters his neck, and slowly, he falls to the ground.

The bouncer stumbles over, “That’s enough out of you now.”

Confused, he thanks the bouncer for his help. That’s when Jack remembers Wynaut. Where did it go?

Yanma flies over lanes one and two, the un-damaged section of the bowling alley. Wynaut jumps onto the wood floor, sliding a bit without the proper shoes on.

“WynAUT!”

“Yan. Ma...”

Yanma screeches, much less than before. Maybe it’s voice is going out. The television screens above crack and shatter, raining onto Wynaut. It counters and sends the shards away. Yanma dashes over, using its brightly lit wings to slash at the connector holding the tv in place. Wynaut uses more energy to counter, pushing it off to the side.

“WYYY!” it cries, asking why. XD

Yanma continues the attack using Quick Attack. Wynaut counters this too, almost feeling the bug’s touch, and sends it back. Yanma buzzes, cursing, and concentrates. Four, five, six copies are formed with Double Team. One at a time, each of them charge Wynaut.

Wynaut concentrates on the first: a dud. The second: nothing. Third, forth: fakes. By the fifth, his energy is low and it still isn’t the real Yanma. *SMACK* The last one hits, sliding Wynaut across the floor. It doesn’t stand back up immediately, giving Yanma a chance to use a stronger attack. It flies over and hails bright stars below. Wynaut takes the Swift hit, moving back to its feet, and jumping to the side. And it starts clapping.

Yanma twists its head, almost ready to bow. A sudden feeling moves over it. Yanma decides to use Double Team again, but instead, Swift shoots out. Wynaut jumps under the two dozen stars and Counters each one. Confused, Yanma is suddenly hit. Again, Yanma tries to use Double Team but Swift is used. And again, Wynaut successfully counters it back.

“Yan!” It says confused. This time, Yanma slowly glides down and lands next to Wynaut. Knowing it has no attacks, Yanma waits for the feeling to go away. Wynaut walks up to it and slaps it weakly with its ears, not doing any damage. The Encore feeling disappears and Yanma strikes without warning. It uses Screech again. Wynaut plugs its ears, uh, with its own ears. But instead of attacking, Yanma remains on the ground, coughing. It had overused it’s voice.

Wynaut laughs, using his Encore again. Yanma shutters, not even able to fly, only trying to scream. But nothing comes out.

A few minutes later, this is where Jack and the bouncer come in, watching from a distance.

Yanma crawls forward, directly in front of laughing Wynaut. It leaps and wraps its skinny bug legs around the blue body. Wynaut starts glowing to counter but a large explosion happens instead. The floor indents as Wynaut tries to counter the blast, but it isn’t strong enough for all of it. Yanma takes the bulk of the energy shot back and snaps into the right gutter of lane two. Wynaut is blasted across lane one, into the wall above, breaking the neon tube lights. Wynaut is electricuted red and green and blue colors until it falls in lane one, directly in front of the ten pins still standing.

“What was that now?”

“I think it was Sonic Boom.” Jack runs over to lane one, but forgets that they wax the lanes after the line, and even with bowling shoes, slips backward.

Yanma limply flies back into the air, heading for an unmoving Wynaut.

“Leave Wynaut alone. It didn’t do anything.” Jack calls on Bellsprout. “Grab Yanma.”

Bellsprout jumps on the divider between lane one and two, for grip. She releases her vines and wraps them easily around Yanma, who isn’t putting up much of a struggle. Bellsprout shifts her body left, bring her vines in, and slams Yama face first into lane one’s left gutter. All ten pins fall from the shock.

Jack sighs, knowing it’s over. He stopped Paul from getting away. That’s all he wanted. He stands, rubbing the wax from his hands on his shirt. “Well,” he coughs, looking around at all the damage he caused, “surely I can’t pay the damage?” He sits back on the floor, resting his injured shoulder. Bellsprout steps by his side.

The bouncer stumbles over, “Aren’t you going to return Wynaut? It looks injured now.”

“Huh? Oh. No, it’s not mine. Probably wild. I felt bad for it being through out by you.”

The bouncer sits on one of the non-damaged couches. He realizes it must be the same Wynaut that sneaks in time and time again, preying on Trainers for money to play games. “I think it’s time someone finally caught it now.”

Jack slowly nods, thinking maybe he should catch it. He slowly reaches for two Pokeballs from his lower shorts pocket. Yanma needs help too, so he’s going to catch both. But instead of throwing the Pokeball like a traditional Trainer, and since he is in a bowling alley, he decides to play the game. Aiming, he rolls the first Pokeball down the middle toward Wynaut. The second Pokeball is rolled down the left gutter, for Yanma. Would Jack bowl a 300 and win with a Strike? Or will he Strike Out and hit the Gutter? Both Pokeballs hit and bring in the Pokemon. They roll back and forth...

(-o-) Wynaut Caught!
(-o-) Yanma Caught!

Grade:

Spoiler

Grader: Espeon Rinage
Date: 7-31-2006

Reality: Meeting Pual in there was kinda a small chance, but I coul;d see the story happening this way, especially with a Snorlax and a bouncer in the house.

Grammar/Spelling: Not many mistakes

Length: Just fine Matto ^^

Description: Description is one of my favourite parts of grading, I personally think it is my strong suit, anyway, you had aslot of good description, but maybe describe what the pokemon look like, say you are telling a story to someone who has never heard of pokemon. Also, insted of boring words like black, use a compare, like jet black feathers, like the midnight sky.

Battle: Both good and ammusing, maybe just a little more on Whynut allthough, her didn't take too much damage.

Outcome: This was unfortunatly quite close for you, definatly not the best story I have sen, but Yannama Captured, Whynut Captured! Try to improve next time, this was very close to a fail.

Note: If you post requesting me to delete this post so you can edit it into your last post, Ill be happy too, just remember my wage for it

Original Post: July 29, 2006 at PE2K vBulletin

 

19- Three Years Ago With Uriel​

Spoiler

The great battle at Dragon’s Pin is over. The game loving Wynaut and the screeching Yanma have been caught. Paul and the other five members of the Tan Gang are tied up and unconscious. The alley is a complete mess and Jack’s head will surely roll for the damage. And yet, he is happy. No regrets. He had to do it.

Jack and the bodyguard sit down at a partially destroyed table. He introduces himself and shares his story about how he wants to get back at the Tan Gang for what they’ve done. Not only for Dragonair, the pin made by Gorgi, and Mr. Weller, but for what they might do in the future.

“So.... that’s why now.” The bodyguard unbuttons his coat and eases back on the chair. “Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Uriel Dawson. I’ve been working here for three year. I am sorry for trying to stop you earlier, it’s my job. I protect the alley from nosy people from finding out about the Tan Gang.”

“Huh?” Jack gasps. “If you’re one of them... then... why did you help me back there?”

Uriel leans back even more, “It’s a long story...” The area begins to blur, signaling a flashback starting but....

*CRASH* The entrance to the bowling alley, which had been reduced to rubble due to an earlier explosion, was being moved so the police can break in. A glaring light shown through as more and more was removed. Within five minutes, they will have a clear pathway and the police can storm in to control the situation.

Jack snaps his fingers. “Story later. I’m not interesting in sticking around.”

“Why not? You’re a hero now.”

-.-;; “Have you seen the damage?!!”

Jack smirks and waves for the bouncer to follow him. He passes Paul and grabs his mallet as a souvenir. The two arrive at the caved in ceiling toward the right side. He calls Abra out and has all three of them teleported up through the hole and onto the roof. From there, they can see flashing blue and red lights and a small crowd of people gathered, hiding behind yellow police tape. Abra teleports them to the backside of the alley, where, luckily, there are no police. Why didn’t the police try to go through a back entrance? Duh. They sneak around to the next building. Safe. Abra is recalled.

“Here’s the plan. We’re going to the Pokecenter so I can grab my backpack and switch Pokemon. Then we head for the base. Is that okay?”

Uriel looks at him oddly. “You’re really going to challenge them head on, at their own base now?”

“Don’t worry yourself. I’ll formulate a strategy with you at the Pokecenter.” Jack laughs hysterically. “In the meantime, we have a nice walk ahead of us, so how about that story.”

The bouncer kicks a loose rock on the ground and starts his story.

~*~*~​

Three years ago in Blackthorn City.

Uriel Dawson. Age 24. Short black hair. Tiny eyes covered by slim dark shades. Lightly tanned skin. Wears a dark three-button coat and matching slacks. The only time he doesn’t wear a suit is while sleeping and while taking a shower. Please don’t picture that, you sicko. At 6'8", he’s a tall man, but bulky. He has to be in order to be a great bouncer. Lastly is his deep, firm voice: it’s perfect for intimidating nuisances.

He was the best bouncer in town. Dragon’s Rave was the only club in town, very high scale and only the cool people were there. Trance, techno, drinking, and all amounts of illegal activity happened inside. Uriel watched the dance floor, the secret rooms, and the bar for any signs of trouble. There was usually one person thrown out each night. He didn’t much care for the activity or his employers, he liked the job and the money. And he was great at it.

Until the club closed down. Bankrupt. They didn’t even have enough money left to give everyone a last paycheck. Everyone was shocked that their club was closed. No one bought the club and eventually, it was forgotten. The employees moved on, finding other jobs and having little house club parties every so often.

But not Uriel. The only thing he was trained, and did well, was being a bouncer. He looked for a job, any job, but none needed his skills. The grocery store needed cashiers but he wouldn’t reduce himself to such a pathetic job. Besides, no one could live off of cashier wages. He went jobless for an entire month, running low on money to support himself. Had he known he’d be jobless, he would have saved enough money. He’ll make sure to do that next time.

Another long day was ahead as he walked through the streets of Blackthorn. Everything was the same and he didn’t find a job that day either. Disappointed, he headed back to his little apartment. On his way, he noticed a sign on a vacant lot. “Dragon’s Pin Coming Soon” it said with a picture of a bowling pin and bowling ball. The area was leveled with some building materials and construction equipment off to the side. The foundation had being placed, meaning they had started construction about two weeks ago.

“A bowling alley? What a waste of money.”

He continued walking. Two guys were talking at the vacant lot when one of them noticed the guy in the suit. He shouts, waving. Uriel stopped as the man walked over. He was wearing a nice polo shirt and green jeans. His light red hair waved to the side as he began talking.

“Hey there. You look strong, would you like a job? We’re short on workers at the moment.”

Uriel looked at him, thinking for a moment. “I don’t do manual labor. I’m a bouncer. But thanks for the offer.”

“Bouncer? You must be that guy people talk about. I’ve heard you’re very good at what you do.” The guy rubbed his chin. “We can use your help here. I need someone to watch guard. All you have to do is make sure no one tampers with the site. Sound good.?”

This was the break he was looking for. Although, who would want to cause damage to a bowling alley? Must be teens. They love vacant lots to cause mischief. “I’ll do it.”

“Great. You can start tomorrow. Name’s Corban Booker, but everyone calls me Booker.”

“Uriel Dawson. Nice to meet you, boss.” They shook hands to seal the deal.

~*~*~​

Next day.

Three workers. There were only three workers at the construction site. When Booker said they were short handed, he wasn’t kidding. Usually there are half a dozen or more workers at these sites. But Uriel didn’t care because his job was to guard the site, not worry about how long it took.

Two days moved by. Then another day. Guarding was easy, yet, boring. He liked the action of the club and throwing people out, and the ladies hitting on him for free stuff. But here, it was quiet. So quiet, that during his night shift, he brought a book to read. A week passed and he finished the book, moving on to another one.

On this particular day, a couple pieces of the wall structure was delivered. Most construction groups built the wood walls off-site while the foundation was being set, making the overall building process faster. Two more workers showed up today. They brought a crane in to help lift a section up, then they quickly nailed and set it into place. On to the second piece.

Uriel sat in the dusty plastic chair and watched. He noticed the wall that was set up had a horizontal blue zig-zag on a piece of wood. Odd. None of the other pieces had that mark on them. Looking carefully, he thought he saw it move down. There, it happened again. The blue zag was moving along the wall toward one of the workers helping hold the next piece in place as the crane lowered it. The bouncer stood up, unable to comprehend what he was seeing. Were his eyes playing tricks on him?

Nope. The blue zag bolted into the worker’s side, hitting hard. The worker released the wall and fell backward. One of the other workers safely lets go of the wall and rushes over. The hit worker was okay, just surprised. They ask Uriel what he saw but he was speechless. Soon after that, a scream was heard as the worker operating the crane fell from his seat, hitting his head sideways on the dirt ground. The engine roared as levers were being moved. Suddenly, the crane released the wall. Even ten guys couldn’t hold it up, let alone the two that were still standing. The wall slowly tipped inward until it fell, slamming the foundation like a tree falling in the woods. The wood cracks and some pieces snapped off. The blue zag dashed out away from the crane machine.

“What the hell!!?”

Booker showed up as soon as he could. The crane operator had to go to the hospital while two of the other workers quit on the spot. “Not again.”

“Again? This happened before?” Uriel inquired.

Booker nodded. The first week after leveling the area and clearing trees, a bulldozer was hijacked and crashed into the store across the way. Some time after that, while setting in the foundation, tools began missing and cement was poured in the wrong spots overnight. One time, Booker’s car was scratched from hood to truck. And then the incident which happened now. He didn’t bother telling Uriel about all the accidents, for fear he might quit too.

He understood why the boss needed a guard. Something was happening at the site and it was his job to stop it. He explained what he saw, as crazy as it sounded. Booker rubbed his chin, nodding, thanking him for the information, and went back to his duties.

There was no time to read now.

~*~*~​

The next day, Uriel found himself late to work, for the first time in three years. He had a restless sleep last night, thinking about what happened the previous day. He was worried about his job and whether he’d be fired for not doing it correctly.

“Ah, so you’re here.” It was the boss, Booker, and he didn’t look pleasant. He kicked the dirt as he walked over.

Uriel didn’t know what to do, so he did what he had to: apologize. “Sorry I’m late, sir. I slept in....”

Booker slapped the bodyguards shoulder. “Not to worry. As long as you keep doing your job, you’re welcome here.”

A whistle blew and shouts came from behind the building site. A group of men walked away from the trees, throwing a football around, jokingly making fun of each other. The foreman, still at the site, organizes the men and sets them working hard. A couple worked on fixing the foundation, while others helped repair the broken wall supports.

Booker walks Uriel over to the foreman for an introduction. They shake. “Wow, now that’s some grip you have there,” the foreman comments.

“This is Claude, he’ll be in charge from now on. He’s also going to be part manager of the bowling alley when it’s finished.

Claude was the smallest of the three men. Crew cut black hair, red bandana around his neck, green camouflage shirt and cargo pants. He looked like a cheap Rambo imitation, and less intimidating. “All these attacks are a nuisance. I’m here to make sure everything is back on track and finished soon. Wasting time is not funny.”

“As you can see, he’s quite a serious person. Very dependable.” He nodded. “He’s also a very skilled Pokemon Trainer, so while he’s making sure things are done, he’ll be watching for any mysterious zigzag creatures trying to sabotage us.”

It was in that conversation that Uriel learned and understood what he saw. It was a Pokemon, an invisible one to be more precise. “Pokemon? If it’s Pokemon trouble, I don’t have Pokemon to fight them. I won’t be of any use against...”

“Nonsense. Here, when you see the Pokemon, just throw this Pokeball at it, “Claude handed him a green and while ball. “It’s a Safari Ball, specialized for Pokemon that you don’t attack with Pokemon. Rangers use it for Pokemon they don’t want to injure. Say like a Pokemon escapes from the zoo.”

He pocketed the Pokeball and straightened his suit jacket. “So, what is the plan?”

The plan was simple.. Claude would work the mornings and lunch hours while Uriel would work afternoon and dinner hours. There were never any attacks at night, probably because the Pokemon was asleep. It’s a good plan, one that Uriel hoped he didn’t have to deal with. He’d never fought with Pokemon, let alone know anything about them; except Trainers battle each other to show who’s stronger.

Booker stepped away, going back to his business. The foreman continues explaining further details. “If you see anything, anything suspicious, blow this whistle.” He hands over a silver whistle. “This will let the workers know there is trouble and they will stop to help protect the site. They’re equipt with a couple Pokemon themselves. And if you spot it, you want to get it away from the site as quick as possible, to prevent further damage. When you do, don’t let it escape. Now here’s what we’re dealing with. The Pokemon we want is a Kecleon. This Pokemon can camouflage itself with any surroundings, except for the zigzag across it’s belly. That’s why I’m in this disguise, so I can hide in the bushes. Pokemon can sense Trainers and know to stay away from them. Which is why if it strikes again, it’ll be when you’re on duty.” He pauses to look around, yelling at a working to stop talking. “A blue zigzag usually means the body is purple but it could be another color. And be wary of it’s long tongue; it whips out quite fast. Hey. HEY! Get moving. You just had a break! Sorry. Anyway, you start work in five hours. Get some rest and prepare. Hopefully I get to fight this Pokemon. A Kecleon would be a nice addition.”

So, Uriel left and came back, well stocked with all his bodyguard gadgets and toys. He had never dealt with Pokemon, nor had any interest in them. But his job now required protection against Pokemon, and he had to follow the boss. This might be his last job opportunity in the Blackthorn area. He loves his hometown and would hate to move away from the crisp, clean mountain air.

And when he went back on duty, nothing happened. Same as the next day, and the next. Perhaps with the Trainers working, the Pokemon might have been scared off. Nothing happened for a week, progress was moving quickly. All the wall supports were up, the foundation sturdy, and the second floor storage would be set up tomorrow. *CRASHASHShhh.*

He swung his flashlight around. His shift was almost over and he was ready to go home. What was that noise? He aimed the light, searching the grounds. He came upon a spot with an upside down metal paint lid. A few paint smudged were left on the ground. Looking around, he saw a blue zigzag against the wooded wall frame. It was the Pokemon. He was as nervous as the first day in high school. What to do, what to do... He went on instinct and jumped at it, hoping to catch it in his arms. SLAM! He hits his head against the wood, clearly missing. No... wait. Sliding back sitting down, he looked at the wall closely. It was paint, blue paint on the wood. He wiped his head, where the paint transferred to. Soon after, the paint bucket was thrown on him, covering him full of blue paint. He frantically cleared his face and stubbled to his feet, squinting to see, spiting paint from his mouth. A pink blurry tongue lashed at his neck, stripping the whistle from him. Uriel slipped back, coughing, feeling defeated. The flashlight pointed out but the Pokemon was gone.

Uriel arrived to work the following day, explaining his ordeal last night. Claude was very upset.

“Kecleon has been blowing that whistle all morning. And every single time, the workers have to stop in the middle of work. *SIGH* We haven’t accomplished anything today except cleaning up the paint.”

But Uriel didn’t feel guilty. “I believe this Pokemon is smart. There must be some reason it’s attacking the site and not the other buildings nearby.”

“Look, it’s not your job to understand anything. Protect the site, that’s all. Got it?” Claude walks away, yelling at workers as he leaves.

Even though he knew nothing of Pokemon, he was curious as to the intention of this one. Is there some past history between this company and Kecleon? Or perhaps they built over its home. But maybe there is no reason except pure enjoyment of the suffering of humans. And the more he thought about it, the more he wanted to find Kecleon and ask it.

Half-way through his shift, he asked the guys if they wanted to go out and search for the Pokemon. Naturally they declined, saying it’s not in their union to listen to bodyguards. So Uriel decided to go into the forest and search on his own.

The light shed through the threes, making it very easy to see anything moving. He took one slow step at a time, making sure to remain quiet. But after a few minutes, he grew bored and suspicious. If Kecleon was smarter, maybe it’s attacking the site while he was out here. Ah, but right at that moment, he was relieved: it was a couple yards in front of him, back turned, looking around. Claude was correct, he had a purple body with its blue zigzag pattern. As if sensing a presence, the chameleon jumped around, arms up ready to defend. It tilted its head, shaking, and slowly blends in to the forest background.

“I still see you.” His attention was quickly drawn to the silver whistle around it’s neck. “I see you have something of mine.” Kecleon became visible again, feeling scared, and scrambled to run away. “No, wait, I just want to talk.” Uriel was nervous, speaking to a Pokemon, but also enchanted that he was able to do so. And watching Kecleon stop and turn back to him, was even more amazing. “That’s good. Listen, I need that whistle back, it’s very important to me.”

But Kecleon held on to it tightly, refusing. “Kec!”

“I promise that if I see you I won’t use it to alarm the others. You can trust me on that.” The little Pokemon blinked, looked at the whistle, took it off its neck, and kicked it at the human. “Thank you,. Kecleon is it? Now I want to know why you’re attacking the site. You’ve really caused a lot of damage to them.”

It thank hard and drew a box with a triangle on top, symbolizing a home. It motioned toward the site and then finished off the drawing with a smiley face.

“That was your happy home and they built over it, huh? I’m sorry for that, maybe I can help you find a new place to live.”

“HEY!” a loud voice shouts. A young guy swinging a long mallet stamped into the scene. “What do you THINK you’re doing? That’s the Pokemon we need caught and you’re here dilly-dallying with it. The boss won’t like hearing this.”

“Who are you?”

“Claude’s co-manager to the bowling alley. Name’s Paul.” Quickly after introducing himself, he raised his mallet and slammed it down at Kecleon, slamming it head first into the ground. The mallet dug a nice deep hole in the grass. Frightened and severely injured, Kecleon ran off.

“I was trying to talk to it until you showed up...”

“No excuses. I’m the boss. Me.” He swung his mallet over his shoulder with a childish smirk. “You better chase after it with me, or you’re fired.”

Uriel stood dumbfounded. A couple more minutes with Kecleon and he might have solved the problem. But this idiot decided to ruin it. Nonetheless, he was the boss and he couldn’t risk losing his job. The two followed in pursuit, but to no luck.

“Looks like I wounded it, that should keep it away until we’re finished. Which, at this rate, is looking around a week and a half. Can you manage to do your job for that much longer? If you need a reminder of how we want you to do your job, I’ll find a blackboard and make you write it out 100 times.”

“Yes, sir.” Saying that last word was hard. He didn’t like this guy’s attitude, especially coming from the co-manager.

~*~*~​

Just as Claude said, work continued at a faster pace, and with no more interruptions from the invisible Pokemon. A week and a half went by and the entire structure was up, painted, neon lights working, everything. Only things left were shipment of bowling equipment and hiring workers.

Uriel was invited to a small ceremony along with the other workers. This wasn’t a ribbon cutting ceremony, but a little meeting talking about the future. The only person who wasn’t there was Claude, who was out on some other job. The ceremony ended quickly, with nothing said of real importance. Booker pulled him aside to chat.

“Good work keeping watch. It’s too bad none of us could catch that Kecleon.”

“It could come back.”

“We have it covered. We’ve installed an electric fence around the sides and back. I want you to work for me and protect the entrance. Not only from wild Pokemon, but problematic customers or anyone that needs thrown out. How about it?”

A bouncer... at a bowling alley? That’s odd. “Sure, I don’t mind sir.” They shook hands with smiles.

“Hey, Booker!” Paul was yelling. “Have you seen my mallet? It’s not in the car.”

“Eh? I saw it somewhere... oh, there it, leaning against the fence.”

Paul screamed, cursing at whoever moved it. As soon as he grabbed it, electricity filled the air. All the neon lights flashed on, the sidewalk mini lights, and the electric fence. Paul immediately shot through the air, holding his mallet, and landing with a crisp sound of crunching leaves.

Booker rushed over to his friend. The lights weren’t supposed to come on, not until they opened. He quickly performed CPR. Paul wheezed hot air out, coughing and shaking. “...that’sss the lassst timme .... eh... I leave ..... my mallet alone.... gehh...” Booker told him to lie still as he called for an ambulance.

The power box. Someone, or something, must have turned them on. The mallet was a trap. It had to be Kecleon getting revenge. A surge of electricity shot out above the roof from the backside. Uriel and a couple other workers ran back. As they approached, they saw a purple Pokemon attacking the power supply. Wires were strayed, sparks flew.

“Kecleon. You’re back. I was hoping you’d moved on and found another home. I can still help you with that...”

“Kec Kecccleon!” It swore, slamming sideways into the wall, putting a small dent in it.

“This isn’t how it’s supposed to be. I’m sorry your home was destroyed, I’m sorry you had to go through this, but I did too. I lost my job being a bouncer at a club. It took me a long time to pick up this new job. The wages aren’t much, but it’s enough to survive with. I understand how it feels to lose something you love, but we have to accept it and move on to a new life. It may not be as good as before, but give it time and you will be happy. I’m happy here and I can’t let you take this away from me.”

Kecleon continued to pound at the wall during the speech. Though, the speech did bring a tear to its eyes. Seeing the Pokemon continue, Uriel prepared to do his job. He walked over to the dented wall and stood between it and Kecleon. Kecleon wiped its eyes clear but shot at the bouncer with a quick slam. He took the hit and thrusted his arms down. Kecleon fell, a bit shaken.

“Use your Pokeball.” One of the workers stated.

Uriel reached into his pocket, pulling the Safari Ball out. Kecleon’s tongue lashed out and quickly grabbed it, then throwing it over the electrified fence. It shot its tongue out again, at the building’s roof, and pulled itself up. Shifting around, it leapt up and miraculously over the fence.

“Clever.” Uriel looked at the power box, wires were still sparking. He slips on rubber black gloves from his inside coat pocket, braving the electric tingles, and turned all the switches off. He looked at the fence, grabbing his keys and key accessories. On it were a pair of wire and metal shears; easy for fence dismantling. On the other side, the blue zigzag floats, Kecleon watched from invisible status.

“You think you’re going to sit there and watch me.” He grabbed the left side of his belt and removed a gun. Not just any gun, but a tranquilizer. With a second to spare, he fired but watched it go through and hit the grass behind. Kecleon turned visible, it’s head leaned to the side, laughing.

Uriel concentrated on cutting the fence. One, two, three... *CHING!* Kecleon slammed the fence, causing a cut link to slice his through the glove into his finger. He winced, but kept going. He had enough cut and quickly pulled the fence back. Kecleon stepped back and jumped at the fence, claws forward and furiously slashing. The fence bounced back and forth and little pieces of metal fell, creating a large gap, big enough for him to fit through.

“Kecleon, stop causing damage!”

One of the workers comments, “You were cutting the fence first.”

Uriel looks at them with a stern face. “Why don’t you go get help?” As the workers left, he noticed Kecleon was gone. Then from behind, he was kicked. “Uh, that’s it, it’s just you and me now.” He stood up, pulled brass knuckles from inside his coat, and put them on both his hands. He folded back his left coat arm, revealing a nice watch. He reloaded his gun with a red dart and put it back in it’s holder. On the right side of his belt, he extended his police bataan, a full foot in length. And in his other coat pocket lay a couple other surprises.

“I’ve dealt with and thrown out every man I ever had to deal with. You, Pokemon, will be no exception.”

“Kecleon!” Translation: Bring it on!

Fighting a Pokemon half his size would be difficult, especially one that can disappear. Uriel started it off with a clean jab down, but his slow punch missed the more agile Pokemon. It countered with a quick slash which he narrowly avoided by leaning back. He pushed his momentum away from the wall, turning quick with another punch... at nothing. Kecleon had camouflaged itself. Searching.... he was hit on the forehead by a lashing tongue. Uriel spins, recovering quickly, and made a grab for it. Success! He got its foot. Kecleon returned visible as it was pinned to the ground.

Bodyguard Uriel reached to his watch and pulled out a thin wire, which he proceeded to strangle Kecleon’s neck. Keclone’s arms were held and feet were pinned down. It coughed, gasping for air. Struggling, it snapped at the wire, releasing it’s strangulation. Its tongue flicked at his head again. Uriel reacted, moving his hands to his face. Kecleon took this weakness to its advantage and slid out. It jumped and kicked Uriels head into the grassy dirt, and slashed at his back a few times.

He rolled to the side. “That’s the second suit of mine you’ve ruined.” He stood, feeling the wind stinging his wounds on his back, almost like putting salt on them.

Kecleon ran. He was headed to the right side of the buidling.

“Kecleon, wait...” The Pokemon turned and stopped, only to find Uriel had the gun again. This shot did not miss. “Gotcha... huh?” In front of the purple Kecleon was a similar Kecleon, but grey all over. “That must be one of it’s moves.” The grey Kecleon faded away. By then, the real one was around the corner.

He sighed, frustrated, grabbed the Safari Ball, and moved on. As he turned the corner in pursuit, the purple Pokemon struck. But this time, Uriel had quick responses, and slammed a huge brass knuckle punch into it’s side, knocking it upward. Using his other arm, brass met Pokemon once more, this time knocking it into the ground. He stumbled back from the awkward punching position. This gave some time for Kecleon to stand back up, though weakened.

The pink tongue shot out again, wrapping around Uriel’s body, trapping it’s arms. It squeezed but it wasn’t effective against his strongly built body. Kecleon let go and reeled it’s tongue back like measuring tape. Only, once Uriel was loosened, he grabbed the tongue before it could go back. He pulled quickly over his shoulder, raising the chameleon off the ground, through the air, and crashing with the ground. Uriel moved over for a final strike, reaching into his coat, but Kecleon made a harshly screeching noise, which caused him to plug his ears.

Again, Kecleon disappeared. Uriel searched the grounds. On this side, there were boxes of equipment and decorative trees ready to be planted. Perfect places to hide behind.

He was growing tired of it hiding. “Kecleon, hiding will not solve anything.” He saw in the distance Booker and the workers, in front of the alley, watching to see what happened.

As if answering what he said, Kecleon screamed as it attacked. Uriel noticed the blue zigzag in the corner of his eye and pulled out a bottle of pepper spray. *SSSPPPPTTT!!!!* It shrieked but still slashed down, giving him a nice mark on the left side of his face. Uriel felt his face and toughened up.

Kecleon slowly faded back into view, crying, blinking, with the most red eyes ever. That should be enough. Uriel grabs his gun, with his last shot, aims... but Kecleon, even through the pain of looking, wraps its long tongue around the gun and takes it from him, dropping it behind its body.

This was frustrating. He needed a distraction. Nearby, was a water pipe sticking out of the ground. It was used for emergency water, which was dug underground, in case of fires. He quickly turned the knob as fast as he could. The flowing water rushed out all at once, sloshing around Kecleon, making visibility even harder. He turned off the water. Kecleon was pushed back, lying on the ground, furiously rubbing it’s eyes to be rid of both mud and pepper spray, but with not much luck.

Uriel grabbed his last resort weapon from his coat pocket. “Oh, shoot.” He flooded the area with water, now was not the time to use his tazer. But Kecleon, blindly thinking he was holding another gun, shot his tongue out and grabbed hold. Only, Uriel wouldn’t let go. “Urgg, I have no choice. I have to do it now.”

He flipped the switch. *BZZZZTT!* The electricity fizzled through the tongue, to Kecleon, to the muddy water, back to Uriel. As much as he tried letting go, he was too shocked to do it. Three seconds later, the juice ran out and both collapsed. (This is also how Uriel gets his speech impediment, saying ‘now’ at the end of all his phrases.)

Booker and company began rushing over to help. Surprisingly, Uriel staggered up, able to hold a standing position. He spits out some of the muddy water and slides his butt back to the ground. He’s lucky he didn’t feel the full force. He buys suits by special order with inlaid resistance to tazers, just in case anyone tried anything funny with him at the club. Though, he’d never planned to ever shock himself.

Opposite him, Kecleon managed to move, but quite slowly. The tazing had taking a lot of energy out of him and reduced his nerves to a bare minimum. It was using its arms to drag itself, hoping to get away into the safety of the forest.

This was a good opportunity to let Kecleon get away, to recuperate, and say something memorable and encouraging to it. But, Booker, his boss, was watching. He couldn’t let it get away, especially with him watching. It would shatter his trust. Uriel crawled on his knees, wading through the muddy water. He approached the badly hurt Pokemon. “I’m sorry now.”

Tears filled Kecleon’s eyes, they streamed down its face. It slashed at the muddy water, covering Uriel. Kecleon jumped on him, punching, slashing, headbutting anything it could to resist. Every hit, there was a crack, not from Uriel, but from Kecleon’s beaten body. Uriel fought back, gaining control, and knocked a clean hit against its head. Dazed, Kecleon sat disoriented, but slashing. He pushed the Pokemon back as he lay in the water, grabbed his bataan, and whacked the side.

“Eccclleoonn!” it screamed, falling forward, face first into the water. Bubbles blew in the water as it tirelessly tried to breath with half it’s mouth underwater.

Booker looked at his bodyguard, nodding. That was the signal to finish the job. In the background, red lights were seen along with a blaring siren. The ambulance had arrived for Paul, and possibly for Uriel.

Uriel nodded back to the boss. He reached into his soaked pants, grabbed the mud covered Safari Ball, and pressed the button against Kecleon. The ball opened, sucking in the Pokemon converted to red energy. The ball splashed on the mud, making a sucking sound as it wiggled back and forth...

Name the attacks Kecleon used, win a prize!

(-o-) Kecleon Caught!

Grade:

Spoiler

Grader: Megumi
Date: 12-31-2006

Story: This probably would have made more sense to me if I read the first two pages of this story, but I was able to understand this section ... for the most part. Anyway, this is the flashback of the bouncer of a club (now bowling alley), who witnessed some strange events when he took a construction job. Strangely, while reading this, I had been listening to "Sandstorm" by Da Rude, which is a staple for any sort of dance/party environment ... in any case, it made the atmosphere of the story feel MUCH better. This was especially true when you described the Dragon's Rave and Uriel's job, and I can honestly say I don't think I have heard of a club being in the Pokemon world. It's interesting to think of trainers or whatever listening to techno and maybe waving glowsticks around. :goofy:

I liked the plot, as it was certainly original (clubs, bodyguards, the whistle-stealing Kecleon who had his home destroyed) and it was a fun read. Good work!

Spelling/Grammar: I couldn't find any major errors, even in MS Word. Plus, you're head grader - I'm not going to argue with you on something like this. Some of the initial character descriptions had the "Character name. Age. Job." sort of thing, which almost seems jerky to me (sentence fragments), but I suppose that is part of your style. I've also seen it done with other stories and published novels.

You get perfect marks in this section. Sorry for skimping on this part of the grade, but there's nothing to nitpick about, really. Yay.

Detail/Description: Excellent, to put it simply. There was plenty of it throughout the story (good parts were the beginning where the characters escaped from the mess of the previous chapter, and the battle), and there was enough for me to clearly "see" the story. I knew what the characters looked like, what the club and bowling alley looked like, the Pokemon, and so forth. I usually don't like expressions/smilies in stories, but they seemed to enhance this one. There were also pieces like this that I liked:

The only time he doesn’t wear a suit is while sleeping and while taking a shower. Please don’t picture that, you sicko.

Unfortunately, I did. :neutral:

Length: Seems like just enough for the little chameleon. Length shouldn't be much of an issue, anyway. I thought the story alone was enough for a successful capture.

Battle: You don't see people versus Pokemon battles too often. This was pretty different. Using brass knuckles and pepper spray against a poor Pokemon seems almost unfair. :tongue: Despite this, I thought Kecleon still put up a good fight ... I think there have been instances in the show where wild Pokemon attacked homes or other people because their own environments got destroyed. It makes sense, in any case. The part where you wrote about the electricity passing to Kecleon on his tongue almost made me shudder - that sounds so painful! Just like with the plot, I found this to be fun and entertaining, also. The descriptions are what made it so interesting. It was smart of Uriel to buy suits that resist tasers. :tongue:

I'm going to try and guess the attacks, starting from when the workers challenged Kecleon in the last post.

Slash
Substitute
Bind/Wrap
Fury Swipes

I'm not a very good guesser, but I'm sure about one or two of them.

Outcome: Kecleon Captured! Nice story and descriptions!

Original Post: December 31, 2006 @ PE2K vBulletin