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Old 10-31-2009, 12:19 AM
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Yay, people remember Holon more than 'the region that had the funny name'! 8D Anyway, I agree with you. Badges = cool. Cookie cutter protagonists = uncool. :3 And thank you for the compliments~
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{7} pokémon hunter s


Rhoter City was, indeed, upon them.

It was a peninsula, connected only to the mainland by a remarkably fragile thread of land that was partially dipped in water. Fortunately, the city council had taken mercy on foot travelers and built a large elevated bridge that the pedestrians could opt to walk across instead, to save their feet from being the temperature of a frozen Metagross for the rest of the day. However, there was actually another perfectly legitimate reason for building such a bridge.

The view from it (as Casey and Caro soon realized) was also very pretty.

Caro actually stopped about halfway across, walked to the railing-lined edge, put his hands in his pockets, and whistled in appreciation. “It’s nearing sundown, you know,” he told Casey. “Good thing we got here when we did.”

“Yeah,” replied the younger boy, stepping alongside him and leaning on the railing. His red hair lost its gravitational properties for a few seconds and drooped over the edge. “Running around a route at night doesn’t sound very inviting.”

“No, no, I don’t mean that! I mean if we were still walking along on that route right now, we would never see the sun setting over the water like this. Not that trekking at night sounds particularly inviting – I’d had more than enough of that a couple of years ago – but still…”

“Wait… what?” Casey had, in actuality, been thinking the same thing. But after briefly considering if Caro would care about a sunset, Casey had said the more practical thing that came to his mind. His tutor in the art of Pokémon travel didn’t seem like the type to linger on things that involve beauty or other simple pleasures.

Caro didn’t do much but smile. “You do think it looks good, don’t you?”

“Oh, sure I do.”

They stood there for a few minutes longer, and soon the wind began pushing their hair lightly in various directions. They remained standing there, letting the breeze whip their faces as non-threateningly as it could. Before long the sun plunged below the horizon, and Casey began to stir.

“It’s over,” he remarked softly to Caro, elbowing him.

“Huh?” The boy seemed to be lost in thought. “Oh. Right. I see. Alright, then, we should get going soon.” He backed away from the edge and began walking towards Rhoter, Casey following suit while trying to hold down a yawn.

They continued in a similar formation until they stepped off the bridge, at which point Casey slowed down somewhat. When Caro turned around to inquire what on earth he was thinking trying to delay his mentor’s rest, he found the younger one simply standing in the middle of the street, looking around at the scenery.

“We’ll have time for that tomorrow!” Caro called from a few yards away. “Come on, I’m tired!”

Casey looked back at him – startled for a second, but then understanding – and walked back over to Caro. His eyes were still on a point on the horizon. “Hey, Caro, what’s the deal with that building over there?”

“I don’t know. There are loads of buildings.”

“No, I mean the huge one on the edge of town. Is it another professor’s lab?”

“Um, not that I know of…” Caro followed Casey’s gaze and soon found what had captivated the red-haired kid’s attention. It was a building taller than most of the ones closer to him, which made it stick up from the rest. Atop it was a single antenna – it was a thick one, not bending to the forces of nature like some other building-toppers Caro could see. “Oh, that. I don’t know what that is, actually. We’ll go check it out tomorrow.”

Casey’s personality switched abruptly. “Wha… check it out? What does ‘checking it out’ entail?”

“Oh, you know. Going around the perimeter, sneaking in if it looks cool, that sort of thing.” Caro shrugged as if it was the most natural thing in the world to be sneaking into a mysterious building with no permission or supervision by someone with a maturity level similar to their age.

“Sneaking in if it looks cool?” hissed Casey as he followed Caro’s eccentric path cutting through the city and into the Pokémart. “Are you insane? Who knows what could be in that place?”

“That’s the point, duh,” snorted Caro as he walked up to the counter. “I need to restock some things; go find a backpack and we’ll check out, alright?”

“Oh, okay. You’re paying, right?”

“Naturally. You’re flat broke.”

Reminded of this unfortunate circumstance and feeling considerably worse than he did coming into the city, Casey turned away and began to dive into the jungle that was the Rhoter City Pokémart. After grabbing one at random (they really all looked the same once you got past the colors and tags) he returned to Caro, who was loitering around near the counter, talking with the person manning it. Casey coughed loudly, and watched in amusement as Caro jumped in surprise before turning around and acting as if nothing had happened.

“Oh, hi. You ready to buy stuff?”

Casey nodded and handed over the backpack.

-

“Hey, give her Rotom and Murkrow.”

Rotom, upon hearing his name called, chirped happily. “Yaaa-” Casey’s warning glare cut off the exclamation of happiness. Rotom looked away, and Beast began to flicker before their eyes. Naturally, some wandering eyes in the Pokémon Center looked their way, but after realizing that there was nothing immediately entertaining they turned back to what they happened to be doing: eating, relaxing, or spending some quality time with their (‘Ugh,’ thought Casey) Pokémon.

The Joy, however, simply smiled at them as if it were an entirely normal occurrence to watch a talking Rotom argue with its Trainer. “Please give me all of your Pokéballs so I may heal them and your JAWS as well so that I may verify that they belong to you.”

Casey coughed. “Um, Rotom actually possessed his Pokéball… can he still be healed?”

“Of course.” The Joy smiled (it made Casey feel slightly uncomfortable).

After fishing around in his backpack to find the JAWS he had shoved in there at random a few minutes earlier, he removed Murkrow’s Pokéball from a handy strip of leather sewn onto the wall of the backpack that held up to six of the red-and-white spheres. Handing both of the objects to the Joy with Rotom following along with them, he caught sight of the other objects on the table.

Another JAWS, a Great Ball, Azumarill’s Net Ball, two yellow-and-black Pokéballs, and one that seemed a lot more intricate than the others. It was purple with two pink blotches on both sides and a white M in the middle.

Caro followed Casey’s gaze and jumped again. “Oh, hey! That doesn’t have a Pokémon in it. Oops.” He took the purple Pokéball and returned it to his pocket before putting another yellow-and-black one in its place. He shot an apologetic smile at the Joy, who simply retained her wide grin.

Casey, however, bit his lip. “What was that purple one, Caro? You seemed quick to put it away.”

Caro shifted his weight uncomfortably. “Oh, um, you know, it’s pretty rare. There’s only two people who make them. One of the guys gives ‘em to the lottery to make ultimate prizes, which are really hard to get, and the other guy… he’s…” Caro’s voice faded into nothing. “Well, I try not to strut that I have one too much, okay?”

“Sure.” Casey wasn’t particularly convinced.

“Your Pokémon have been taken to the healing rooms,” said the Joy, cutting into their conversation. “Please return in two hours to claim them.”

-

“Well, we have two hours to kill and we can’t leave the city…” noted Caro. “Wanna get some dinner? It’s, like, six PM now.”

Casey nodded slowly. “I think there’s not much else to do that won’t occupy our time for another- Oof!”

The boy had seemed to be lost in thought while walking. While lost in his miniature dreamland, Casey had failed to realize that he was on a collision course with another person in the busy town square until he was shown the hard way. Naturally, ‘the hard way’ was the two crashing into each other with great force.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” laughed the woman he had rammed into after she recovered from the blow. “I wasn’t looking where I was… Hey, don’t I know you?”

Casey got his senses under enough control to send a message of what the woman looked like and what she said. After a few seconds, exactly who this woman was registered itself in his mind. “Oh! Yes, I saw you on the plane.”

“Right.” The woman smiled. “I think I was sitting next to you.”

Caro raised an eyebrow. “So you know this chick, then? Not bad, I say.”

Both of them turned on him, glaring.

“Anyway,” sighed the woman in a firm voice, “my name is Sheridan o’Reilly. I’m a traveling Trainer and rare Pokémon hunter. Who might you be?”

“My name is Casey. I’m a traveling Trainer and… well, just a traveling Trainer, I suppose.” Casey shrugged apologetically, as if he was ashamed to not be counted with a shiny title like Sheridan was.

“You’re also taking the Holon Gym challenge,” noted Caro. Casey inclined his head in the boy’s direction as if to say, ‘That too.’

Sheridan’s face lit up at once. “Oh, the Gym challenges! Hey, I did that when I was younger. There’s only six Gyms here, you should know that, but each and every one of them has an eccentric little twist to it that makes the entire experience vastly different than any other’s…” Sheridan laughed. “Some say that Holon is best for beginning Trainers trying to get up to the big Leagues. They’re out of their minds.”

Casey laughed weakly. “Um… yeah. Well, this is actually my first Region, but only because it was the most convenient.”

“Oh yeah? Are you from Holon?”

“No… um, I was born in Calda then moved.”

Sheridan nodded understandingly. “I see. Well, I was born and raised in Hoenn, and eventually got lovingly booted out into the world to do something. Rare Pokémon hunting was my profession of choice.”

“So, if you’re a rare Pokémon hunter, why were you in Holon?”

She laughed. “I can’t be plagued by the constant phobia of missing a Shiny all the time, you know!” Caro snorted in amusement too, as if he actually knew what a Shiny was, but Casey was (as always) left in the dark.

The woman sighed. “No use beating around the bush. Would you mind if I joined you in your growing posse? Not that I’m in it just for the nostalgia, I’d like to see some more of this place too, and maybe catch up on what I had missed back in the days when a Sandshrew was all the rage for me. So what do you think? May I join in?”

Casey flicked his gaze to Caro, who nodded eagerly. ‘Somehow I doubt that had much to do with whether she would be a good addition or not,’ he mentally grumbled, and then tackled the brain job on his own. Looking her up and down, Casey took a few steps back before remembering something very important to this woman’s story. “So, if you’re a rare Pokémon hunter, where’s your rare Pokémon?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” said Sheridan proudly. “Here.” She fished a Great Ball out of her pocket and released it. After the red light faded, there stood a round, purple creature. The top half was a light lilac purple, the bottom a bit deeper and closer to violet. On its head were two ears, twitching constantly, small and beady eyes, and a short but wide trunk. This was all well and good, but the thing that really took the cake was the brief flash of white sparks that came out as the Pokémon did.

“See, this is Kaeo,” explained Sheridan. “He’s a Shiny Drowzee.”

“Now, what most people don’t know about Shiny Pokémon is that the alternate coloration is truly a malfunction in their DNA, like albinos are to humans. It’s also considered a disease, though, because the skin, fur, or feathers of the creature is discolored and as such tend to shed off a fine, flaky, but very glittery powder.” She rubbed a finger along what appeared to be Kaeo’s arm and displayed one glitter-covered finger out to the impressed teenagers. “What goes on when a Pokémon with such coloration when it’s released from a Pokéball is unknown, but it has a mysterious tendency to send out a shower of this shining stuff in an enormous burst. Usually, the shine-powder isn’t noticeable.” She took a deep breath. “These Pokémon are called ‘Shiny’ because of this powder, and are regarded as a sort of collector’s item among trainers. Regular ones don’t really care about them because they don’t have any statistical advantages over regular ones, but some – like me – are different.”

The only word that Casey and Caro could say was, “Whoa.”

Sheridan and Kaeo basked in their awestruck stares for a few moments before snapping back to reality. “So that’s my story. Mind if I come with you?”

“Uh… sure. Go ahead, I guess.” Suddenly, looking at Kaeo sparked a thought in Casey’s mind. “Hey, do you know what time it is?”

“About…” Sheridan checked a watch on her right wrist. “Seven-thirty. Why?”

“We need to be back at the Pokémon Center at eight to pick up our Pokémon – they got in a pretty bad fight with some foul-mouthed Murkrows and…” Caro stopped short, eyes wide and scared. “Uh, I mean, yeah. They got in a fight with some Murkrows and got pretty hurt.” He nodded. “So we sent them to the Pokémon Center and intended to get some food.”

“Hey, I know a place!” Sheridan’s eyes brightened as she returned Kaeo. “Hey, Rhoter isn’t a big city, and it’s my hometown to boot. Do you want the grand tour?”

“’Kay,” they said in perfect unison.


...Okay, so I lied about the 'actually going to finish NaNoWriMo this year' thing.
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Man its going to be hard to read both this and its my digital world because there so long and my brain exploads if i read more than one chapter of your stories. But other than that your stories are great. Also i think you should be a writter.
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Old 11-23-2009, 02:09 AM
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Haha, your brain explodes?

Don't worry, I've got a lot on my plate right now both concerning writing and not, so I think you should have some time to catch up on both stories before I start barfing out many more chapters at a ridiculous rate again. And since I'm writing two anyway, I need to balance out each one and write more per day if I wanted to keep the same pace, which is darn near impossible. I write fast when I want to, but I don't often get such a rush. (BTW, I count writing fanfiction as being a writer.)
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Nice chapter, Giratina! Cool explanation of the Shinies, and what's with the Master Ball? Hmm seems like Caro has quite a bit to hide lol. Well I'm sure we'll find out. You've done good with this chapter, keep it up!
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Actually, almost everything Caro's been acting strange about has been explained by a combination of information somewhere on this forum and a little help from our friends the Degrees of Seperation. Not necessarily this thread, but definitely the fanfiction section (or at least my list of threads). Perhaps diving in the archives around the turn of the year would help...? Well, sure, you could wait until Caro spills the beans about his Master Ball, but what fun would that be? It's not even too hard. ;D I mean, come on, he nearly called the answer by name!
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{8} we're not nosy, we're just concerned (part one)

The advent of Sheridan and her arrival did not help Casey’s attempts to convince Caro that sneaking into a mysterious building with no authorization was a really, really stupid idea.

Hence why the ‘leader’ of the trio – and also the youngest compared to Caro and Sheridan (twenty-five years of age) – had found himself being dragged along in the wake of Caro and Sheridan after a good night’s sleep at the Pokémon Center. They were currently leaning against the west wall of the building in a frail attempt to look as inconspicuous as possible, formulating a plan to get in.

How such a preposterous thing stemmed from a totally innocent, ordinary, legal tour of the city Casey didn’t actually know.

“I still don’t see why we have to go in at all,” said Casey. “I mean, really, it’s just a building. Surely you’ve seen that before?”

“Yeah, but there’s something about that building that I don’t like,” said Caro. “It seems… suspicious, somehow.”

Sheridan frowned. “Hey, have either of you two kids ever heard of Team BDV?”

Both eyes turned to her. “No,” they said in unison.

“Is that sort of like those… um… not-really-teams in other regions, like Galactic and Magma and those guys?” added Caro.

Sheridan seemed to wince at something he said, but nodded nonetheless. “Yes, like those guys. Well, uh, Team BDV runs along the same lines. They seemed to like thinking that nobody knew they were much more than an innocent company of unknown production earlier on, but eventually things about them leaked and they haven’t tried so hard to cover up their tracks. You still don’t see their underlings around here very often, though – from what I’ve heard, their ranks are small.”

“Small?” asked Caro. “Does that mean none of them, uh, Grunts populate the place?”

Sheridan shrugged. “They still have Grunts, just in smaller numbers. I’m surprised you’ve never heard of them before… you seem to be something of an expert on evil teams?”

This apparently struck a nerve. “They aren’t ‘evil’,” defended Caro, crossing his arms. “Just… you know… unconventional in nasty ways.”

“…Which basically means ‘evil’,” noted Casey.

Caro harrumphed and turned the other way.

“Anyway, if we’re going to go in, we’d better,” noted Sheridan. “Well, Caro? Since you seem to be the most knowledgeable here, what’s your say in the matter?”

“Let’s go in,” he said in reply.

“Don’t I get a choice in the matter?” asked Casey.

“No,” the other two replied in chorus.

“We’re going to get in so much trouble for this,” he reminded them. He was returned with a couple of confused stares.

“Stop thinking like an eleven-year-old,” said Sheridan (who, naturally, didn’t quite understand yet that Casey still had the mental disposition of a boy exactly that age).

Casey grimaced, but didn’t respond as the trio slunk around the back of the building. Caro very nearly stepped on a particularly large piece of dry wood, but Sheridan held him back by the hood (they were in single-file order; there wasn’t much else she could do). He shrugged in her direction and hopped over the branch a little more dramatically than was absolutely necessary.

After making quite sure that there was no convenient back door that could possibly make entrance easier, they walked away from the building and held a kneeling conversation on what to do next in the nearby foliage.

“I still think this is a bad idea,” noted Casey helpfully. He was ignored.

“The only way in is through the front entrance,” noted Caro. “There was one really suspicious-looking door in the lobby – I saw it through the window, stop looking at me like that – and since there was really no other door that I saw in there and there must be some purpose for the rest of the building…” All of their eyes flew up towards the top of the building.

“There must be a key,” mumbled Sheridan more to the air than to anyone else.

“Yeah,” said Caro.

“I certainly hope not,” sighed Casey. “I’m the one on the journey, don’t forget that…”

“Yeah, but we’re the ones who are helping you. So we need the ability to make some decisions on what to do.” Sheridan crossed her arms as she switched from kneeling to sitting Indian-style. “You’d be lost without us, don’t forget that…”

“Well, there’s a way in there, and I intend to find it!” cheered Caro complete with fist pumped in the air, a little louder than was absolutely necessary. As the other two leaned in closer to shush him for being so loud in such close proximity to clearly evil people, a distinctly human-shaped shadow fell over all three of them. Its body language didn’t look happy.

“Hey!” boomed a voice from the general direction of the shadow. “Don’t you people know this place is off limits? Scram!”

Sheridan was the first to look up from Caro’s shocked expression, whether at the intruder or his friends it wasn’t clear.

“Grunt,” she whispered to Casey and Caro.

Oh, yes, it was definitely a Grunt.

Now, Team BDV grunts dress oddly, but any evil-team Grunt worth his salt does, anyway. This guy was covered primarily in a sleeved cloak with no middle hem, but seemed to convey the message of ‘dress’ more than anything else for a few seconds. The hood was up and over the BDV Grunt’s head, plunging the top half of his face into shadow, save for the eyes. A diamond-shaped pattern of insignia with a few lines and three dots inside it was embedded onto the front hood of the robe-thing. Overall, it was a pretty normal BDV Grunt except for two things: one, BDV grunts don’t often wear gray gloves.

Nor do they typically carry around blunt weapons.

The blunt weapon in question was a thick metal pipe, which was currently slung over his left shoulder like a baseball bat. The man’s other hand was on his hip, and he was frowning at them. Nobody moved.

The grunt turned his head to look both ways before acting, and then he kneeled down, holding the metal pipe like a staff. “No, seriously, you need to go,” he whispered. “This is still considered BDV turf, and I’m not kidding when I say nobody else would care about what you were doing here.”

“We’d better,” muttered Casey. “Thanks. Come on, guys, let’s go.” The group nodded in agreement and got to their feet. They all took a brief pause to dust themselves off calmly before running away very, very fast, with the BDV Grunt feigning some yelling act to attempt to chase them off.

-

“And finally,” said Sheridan after they had gone through a tour of the rest of the city, “this is the Rhoter Gym. The Leader here trains Water-types. I think there used to be a Rock-type Gym Leader, but he passed on before I took on the challenge. The second in the line of Water Leaders runs it now.” Rotom took the opportunity to flick from the Casey Orbit to the newly-established Sheridan Orbit, which snatched him with one hand and proceeded to observe for a second before returning the struggling Ghost to its natural motions.

“So do we go in?” asked Casey.

Sheridan nodded, waving off the last of the ectoplasm Rotom had spilled onto her from his blue-glowing core. “We do.”

As they pushed their way through the revolving door, they were immediately greeted with a waterfall.

Oh, it was a nice waterfall. Yes, a very nice waterfall. But it was also a big waterfall, and practically the only thing in the room as far as they could see. Oh yes, the rest of the room had a very nice shade of blue on the walls, but the calming effect was sort of diminished by the big waterfall roaring like an angry Ursaring that cut the room in half. The trio weren’t amused by the sight.

“Do we have to walk through it?” asked Caro.

“I hope not,” added Casey.

“I think so,” said Sheridan, walking up to the waterfall with one hand over her eyes to block the spray of water now emitting from it. “And there’s got to be some sort of trapdoor on the other side. There’s not any other way around it. Do you see one? I mean, it’s an empty room with a waterfall crashing through i-”

And then the waterfall stopped.

Yes, it just suddenly stopped flowing. The last bits of water crashed to the grate as gravity called to them, and now that the room beyond the waterfall was revealed it was made quite obvious how they were going to progress.

Well, they were going to walk right over the grate.

Shrugging and smiling, the group stepped over the grate; Sheridan, being the closest, walked past the grate and no-longer-roaring waterfall. She turned around on the other side and beckoned with her hand for the two boys to follow. Caro, wise in the ways of Gym Leaders and their Gym traps, scrambled across quickly. Casey, on the other hand, hesitated a few seconds before walking back across.

As a result, the back-facing tips of his hair got dripping wet as the waterfall resumed its course.

Badly startled, Casey gave a little squeak and had to be pulled out of the way by Sheridan while he was willing his heart to return to a normal beat. After that had been accomplished, they turned around and faced… two more waterfalls, these separated with a wall in between them.

A few seconds passed, as the trio (and Rotom too, admittedly) waited for the water on one side to stop. Because clearly the one that stopped first was the right answer to go down (well, okay, it wasn’t and they knew it, but what choice did they have?). However, a few seconds of surprise were scavenged up when both waterfalls stopped at the same time and they each had to pick a waterfall to look down. As soon as they had committed the scene to memory and looked over to the other side, the waterfalls started crashing again.

“Okay,” said Casey. “So the one on the left led to a path that looked like it wound to the right.”

“And the one on the right,” added Sheridan slowly, “went to the left.”

“So does that mean they both connect with each other?” wondered Caro. “It must, since they both bend the same way, right?”

“Sure it does!” chirped Rotom, who surprised everyone with his presence.

“Not necessarily,” said Casey. “For all we know, one of them could be a trap!”

“A trap?” asked Caro in disbelief.

“Well… they do put traps in these places, don’t they?”

“Yeah, yeah,” said Caro, “but what I was wondering about was how do you know that?” He crossed his arms and stared down upon Casey, using his half a foot of height advantage to its fullest. Casey looked up at him for a second and then diverted his attention towards the waterfall.

“Well, if they’ve got kamikaze waterfalls, then there must be traps too, right?”

“…He has a point,” admitted Sheridan after looking at the waterfall as well for a few seconds. Caro shrugged and returned to his normal posture.

“Well, okay then. We split up. Sheridan and you go this way, I’ll go the other. And if one of them leads to something bad, we wait for the waterfalls to stop and walk back out and go in the other way.” Caro accentuated his directions with a pointing of the finger in the given direction. “Are we all in agreement then?”

“Okay,” shrugged Sheridan, picking Rotom off of his orbit and observing him again like a Sableye would a particularly delectable piece of diamond.

“Um…” mumbled Casey, thinking it over and trying to repair the various parts of his Casey-Logic which had been shattered in the last five days (was it five? Casey was beginning to find it hard to keep track) he had been pulled into this journey. “What if we can’t get out of it? What then?”

Caro waved Casey’s worry away with a few flicks of the hand. “No Gym Leader would do something that evil.”

Casey gave an unconvinced grunt as the group split up. ‘Would they really not?’ he wondered, trying to take his mind off of the fact that he was worrying far more than was absolutely necessary. Though this was a boy wandering around in a mysterious Gym with none of the guiding light that Sheridan and Caro had projected onto him, and he was at least expected to be slightly unnerved…

…Well, that’s just the way Casey was, and that was also why he jumped roughly a foot in the air when a face – and, a few seconds later, a whole entire body – materialized in front of him.

“Watch it,” grumbled the boy as he slipped past Casey, practically at a sprint and carrying an orange monkey-ish Pokémon in his arms. “Oh,” he backtracked and noted as Casey swiveled around to investigate, “watch your feet. There’s something down that path there and you won’t be getting out easily.” And then he was running off in the direction of the waterfall that Casey had just passed, seemingly swerving back and forth as if he was fighting off some sort of blackout.

Gulping and quite unnerved by this spontaneous event, Casey shuddered and got back on his scheduled path. However, he very soon felt quite alone, and so vouched for the companionship of his increasingly-silent partner. “So, Rotom,” asked Casey to the air, “what do you think is past here?”

No reply. ‘Oh, well, that’s nice,’ thought Casey grimly. ‘Not even a hyperactive little Pokémon wants to talk to me right now…’ And he turned his head upward, intending to grab Rotom out of the air and maybe hold a forced conversation (but hey, if he wasn’t holding one with himself, then it was an improvement, right?).

And he found oxygen. Plenty of oxygen. But he could have all the oxygen in the world concentrated in that one building and he wouldn’t give a Ratatta’s tail about it because Rotom was not with him.

However, a young woman in a bikini and a sea blue flower-patterned (was that a flower?) towel wrapped around her waist was.

And she was wielding a Pokéball like it was a weapon. And a girl in a bikini, even one holding a Pokéball, was more than enough to push Casey’s sanity ever closer to the hypothetical edge.

“Oops, did you take a wrong turn?” snickered the bikini-clad lass. “And get your hair wet too? Aww! Ah, well, guess what? Our eyes met, didn’t they?”

“Uh… no…”

“They are right now! And that means you’ve got to battle me.”

Casey silently cursed his manners for dropping him into that trap. “Fine, but can we make it a one on one match?” He thought of adding ‘please’, but manners didn’t get him very far a few seconds ago.

“Ooo, one on one match! I like a guy who knows what he’s doing! But… I have two Pokémon… and I want them all to be seen by everyone! So we’ll make it a two on two!” The girl snickered at Casey’s face (which had swiftly turned to a shade of pink) and tossed the Pokéball into the air. It whisked back to her hand cleanly, and what came out was a slightly disturbing but remarkably cute sight in and of itself.

It was almost entirely rounded, except for a few protrusions for flippers, feet, and ears. The top half (which tilted backwards along the creature at about a 180-degree angle) was a sky blue, while the lower half was beige. It had a huge, grinning mouth, and a pair of disproportionately small, beady eyes to boot.

The JAWS gave its name after some fumbling, shaking, and dunduhdunduhdunduhdunduh-ing, and at that point Casey was quite convinced that the Spheal was going to haunt his nightmares for however long they cared to last.

Gritting his teeth at the unfortunate double-whammy of staring at that thing and the thing he was about to send out, Casey practically flailed Murkrow’s Pokéball out of his hand. Naturally, this led to the black bird being sent out (quite literally) on a crash course to the ground, which in turn triggered a bout of very angry squawking.

Casey wasn’t quite sure what it was saying, but the nightmare-Spheal was losing its scarily idiotic expression for some legitimate (and intelligent) fear.

‘Yes,’ thought Casey. ‘Please keep on doing that.’ The nightmare-Spheal wasn’t quite as horrifying when it was horrified. The girl simply snickered.

“Oh, by the way!” she called. “My name is Marianne!”

“N… nice to know.” Casey blinked as the fog in his brain cleared. “Alright, then, let’s start the battle.” Did he know why this random girl, Marianne, had challenged him to a fight? Nope. But he knew that this was probably another one of the Gym Leader’s tricks, a powerful Trainer sent to a corner of the waterfall-maze to knock out Trainers who might actually get to them.

Murkrow’s irritated squawking (and the downright hilarious expression of horror on nightare-Spheal’s face) brought him back to the present day. After briefly scanning Murkrow’s moves on the JAWS, Casey returned the small Sharpedo-stamped object to his backpack and stared down the Spheal. (It was too busy cowering in fear to notice.)

“Alright, then,” he said with a sudden courage that he wasn’t quite sure he had a couple of minutes ago, “let’s do this! Murkrow, use Haze!”

Murkrow gave a loud, booming caw. As the crow Pokémon gulped in air afterward, though, out of his mouth spewed a large amount of black smoke which them proceeded to settle comfortably over the battlefield. Giving another hooting screech, Murkrow plopped to the ground and struck a pose that will be familiar to anyone with a younger sibling: he held his feathers over his head and stuck his tongue out from an open beak.

Spheal whined loudly.

“Powder Snow!” called Marianne’s attack from the dark.

After a brief caterwauling fit, a few specks of snow began to fly through the dark barrier that the Haze created. They simply drifted lazily for a moment before seeming to realize that they were actually there for a purpose, and that they needed to fulfill it. The entire group of snowflakes then proceeded to slam themselves into Murkrow as one snowy entity. As Murkrow screeched loudly and flapped his wings, even more flying snow particles simply washed the Mist away with the wind they were carried on.

The haze swept away into nothingness, as Murkrow tried to shake off the clingiest cold goop that had stuck to him.


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“Fine,” said Casey, “so that didn’t work. Well then, Murkrow, use Pursuit!” Did he know what it did? Nope. But it was a damaging attack – that much he knew – and Murkrow could use it. So he watched with arms crossed as Murkrow spewed another screech (the Spheal cringed) and dove towards the big, round target.

The big, round target rolled out of the way without its Trainer telling it to and fired an Ice Ball in Murkrow’s direction. Having already set a course for the Spheal, Murkrow had no time to swerve out of the way before the frozen wad of ice clocked it in the face. Spitting what Casey could only assume to be some unpleasant words in Pokémian, Murkrow shook its head to dislodge the remaining shards of ice from its crest and stood back up, poised to continue the fight.

“And again!” cheered Casey, pointing at Spheal in true anime fashon.

Murkrow cawed his approval and took to the air again, this time making quite sure to hone in on Spheal before attacking. He made a nosedive for the little creature, and though the Ice-type squealed and scrambled it simply couldn’t evade Murkrow’s attack.

Diving lower to Spheal, bringing himself parallel to the ground, Murkrow screeched again and practically speared Spheal with his beak. The bird turned his head to the side and clamped down on Spheal’s ear with his beak before clutching the tail with his talons, henceforth leaving the Spheal to ride around in the dirt while Murkrow performed a victory lap that he assumed would be truthful.

“Murkrow! Put him down!” snapped Casey. Murkrow obliged to his Trainer’s wishes, albeit grudgingly.

Grumbling angrily, the Murkrow soared back to its usual position in front of Casey and resumed much the same pose it took at the beginning of the match: glowering at Spheal with all of the wickedness it could muster. Murkrow grumbled something at Spheal before following Casey’s next order.

“Peck it.” Casey didn’t quite recall whether this was on the Pokédex listing either, but Murkrow was in possession of a beak and should therefore be able to hit something with it. Fortunately, the Pokémon seemed to respond to his call, and Murkrow took to the skies once again. This time, though, he didn’t bother with any fancy flying; instead, the crow Pokémon simply dropped on its feet in front of Spheal and pecked it hard in the nose before pushing off into the open air once more.

Spheal whined and fired another Ice Ball.

“What? You didn’t tell it to do that!” objected Casey.

“Oooh, someone didn’t read up on their move descriptions,” cooed Marianne in that sickeningly high-pitched voice of hers. “When it makes contact, Ice Ball will keep on hitting the target for five turns until it’s at its biggest and strongest, and then…”

She was cut off as the Ice Ball soared into the ceiling of the Gym and shattered into many pieces, which rained down on the entrance of the waterfall maze. Screams were heard as other people trekking through the maze watched a clump of frozen water fly over their heads.

“Mmm,” said Casey, turning around with one gloved hand on his hip to look at the damage that Spheal’s Ice Ball caused. “Doesn’t look like that quite made contact.”

Marianne simply huffed angrily as she turned to her Spheal. “Okay! Teach that mean Murkrow a lesson! Fire a Water Gun!”

Spheal screeched in reply and opened its mouth wide. This ended up taking up about half of the front part of his body. Casey was a little creeped out by the huge grin, but Murkrow didn’t seem to be dazed by it and simply waited for the attack to come.

“Astonish!” called Casey. Upon looking at Murkrow again, Casey could have sworn he saw an energy in the Pokémon’s eyes that he definitely didn’t have before. The Murkrow bobbed his head slowly up and down as he flew towards Spheal in an eccentric fashion, bobbing and weaving from one side to the next. Casey had no clue what was going on, but Murkrow seemed to be convincing Spheal that something was very wrong, and that was nice. He skirted away from the Water Gun with ease, and finally drifted towards Spheal, mumbling and humming things under his bre-

“MURRRRR-KROOOOOOOOOOOW!!!”

…Okay, so Casey didn’t know that was going to happen. He, along with everyone else in the area, jumped at least three inches in the air at Murkrow’s sudden outburst of raw sound. Murkrow had dropped from the air and landed onto Spheal at the exact same moment. And this time he didn’t even have to drag the Pokémon around the ring; it was quite obvious that Spheal was knocked out.

Murkrow counted the seconds on his feathers, holding up one clump after the next to form five finger-like appendages. One… two… three… four… five.

“Aw, boo, you won! Fine! Hmph!” Marianne tossed a few things in a random direction, recalled Spheal, and stormed away. Casey caught the objects and peered down at them curiously for a second before realizing just what they were.

Murkrow gave a cry of triumph.

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Great new chapter! I have to laugh at how Casey's getting dragged all over the place, whether he likes it or not. And that Murkrow is a hoot, even if he has a fowl mouth. Okay, that was a bad pun... xD I wonder where Rotom got off to?
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Wow, that was fast. : D

Rotom is still with Sheridan and Caro, who are currently wandering around somewhere else in the Waterfall Maze of Doom. And yep, Murkrow is a hoot... if only I could translate it into English and torment everyone to his constant swearing, not just Caro... muahaha.
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Nice chapter, and interesting gym design and battle. Though aren't the gym leaders in this region supposed to be a lot tougher than others? Just stating. Nice job, though, and I thoroughly enjoyed Murkrow's personality and the chapter as a whole. Keep it up!
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Yes, but keep in mind that Casey's only Pokémon was a whiny, foul-mouthed Murkrow who only listened to his commands because he was forced to and that Marianne was quite obviously (well, to me at least) relatively new to the whole Gym Leader deal. And 'tougher' doesn't necessarily mean 'harder to beat'. Why, it might be the way the Gym Leader fights, how their Pokémon work, or even their personalities...

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{9}the meanness of resistance

“She’s still in Holon. I sense it.”

On the top floor of the Rhoter BDV Building, making up the entirety of one of the walls, was a glass panel. It was extremely strong and reinforced glass, not likely to shatter without a long fight, and yet was also perfectly transparent. The only frequent occupant of the top floor found this glass panel very pleasant to look out of when he was feeling particularly… devious, which wasn’t really quite often considering his position. But that brief little feeling did flicker to life in his mind, and so he decided to ride the cliché wave to its fullest. Crossing one leg over the other, the man in the chair leaned his head on one arm, slouching in the armrest-endowed swivel chair.

“Oooh? Really? Think so? Mrrrhrrrrhrrrr. I don’t think She can leave, can she? Mrrr?”

His chair, which was facing opposite the desk in front of his and the rest of the room, suddenly took weight from the back.

The occupant of the chair turned his head to look over at his new acquaintance. He didn’t need to look at him to know who had invaded on his space; there was nobody else he knew who spoke in a pitch like that – and nobody else period who said ‘Mrrr’ on such a frequent basis.

“She must be able to, Juan, or else I think we would have found Her by now.”

The man got up from his chair, leaving Juan – who was still leaning on the back of the chair – to correct the balance of his companion’s perch (and himself) before both tumbled into a mess on the floor.

“Oh, but Hikaru, mrrrrhrrrr, you know how She hates people.” Juan picked himself up easily – ‘Honestly,’ thought Hikaru, ‘that man’s a real acrobat even if he does walk like a Spinda’ – and wandered to his side once again. “Mrrrr… we learned that from the other guys, right?”

Hikaru shook his head, letting the blue-and-red bangs that framed each side of his face like a Cloyster shell wave how they would. He ran his spindly fingers over slicked-back blond hair so silvery it was practically white, sighing daintily as he did so. “The trouble with Her,” said the man, crossing his arms under the white poncho (with triangular red and blue patterns on it), “is just what you said. She hates people; apparently she learned from the last group’s efforts to locate Her. This makes our job harder, and that spire back in the capitol isn’t making matters any easier what with the… things it makes.”

“Ooooh, mrrrr, like us?”

“No, not like us. It stopped making things like us a while ago, didn’t it?” A moment after he asked this question, Hikaru realized that Juan probably didn’t know the answer. Not mentioning it, the man listened to Juan’s ‘Mrrr-rrr’ (he intoned it like anyone else would say when they’re shrugging). He turned to the window and placed a hand on it, letting the twinkling lights of Rhoter illuminate tiny fragments of the inky sky. “I can’t help but feel bad for the Pokémon… not just Her, but all the others being affected by that thing…”

“I guess you should,” said Juan. “It’s not hard to see why, I think. Some sort of… mrrrrr…” He thought for a second, trying to think of the right word. “Oh! Some sort of retained fragment… piece… thing. Of back then. Mrrrr. But don’t let the Boss hear you talkin’ like that, mrr?”

“So, you don’t?”

“Me? Mrrrr. No, not much.”

Hikaru shook his head again. “Juan, you can be so strange sometimes.”

“And you’ve just figured that out, mrrrr?” Juan laughed loudly, catching Hikaru by surprise and making his jump, startled.

Hikaru – who, it should be noted, seemed to have the patience of a martyr, if not a saint – simply continued to look out the window, and spoke more to the window than to his companion. He talked softly, as if mourning a deceased loved one. Even though Juan’s eyes weren’t visible, Hikaru could tell he was blinking in surprise. “I’m sorry for them. Only five will be commonly seen, and She may be in danger too, but there are more. And I feel for them.”

And then the door slammed open.


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“Didn’t I tell you guys to keep out?”

‘Well,’ thought Casey, ‘that was unexpected…’

Indeed, after claiming the Tide Badge from Marianne (who was, as it appeared, the Rhoter Gym Leader), the trio had returned to the Pokémon Center. Trekking through the Gym had apparently taken up the entire day, and you couldn’t do much in a small town like Rhoter at six at night. That night, Caro had come up with an idea with a competence level to rival the average invention of Dr. Kaminko (or, in other words, absolutely moronic) – why don’t they all go back to the evil Team’s base which that had been forcefully ejected from just a few days ago to see what was going on in there?

Why, it was perfect. Clearly, nothing could go wrong.

Except, of course, being caught again by the same person they had seen last time they attempted to break and enter the Rhoter BDV building. But they had gotten inside the ‘employees only’ part of the building this time, so that was an improvement, right? Perhaps.

But Palkia just wasn’t on their side today.

“Umm…” said Caro, averting his eyes from the man who had found them twice now. The Grunt was still holding that metal pipe, and he looked about ready to make use of it, too. “Yes, about that.”

The Grunt sighed, clearly exasperated. “Listen, twe- eh, pests, you seriously need to get outta here! If you don’t…”

Casey crossed his arms and scrutinized the Grunt. “Help us get to the bottom of this.”

“…wait, what?” The Grunt had apparently gone on a brief rambling spree on what, exactly, would be done to them if they didn’t comply to his demands. He apparently didn’t expect to be interrupted – especially from the guy who, he had realized last time, was a total wimp.

“You know, the bottom of it,” he continued. “What’s going on in here. Come on. Please?”

The Grunt snorted, clearly not impressed. The kid had started off strong (and had even gotten him worried for a moment there) but then was blown back into territory usually only reserved for ten-year-olds. “Okay, I don’t know who you’re trying to fool with that ‘please’ act, but it certainly isn’t me. So unless you’ve got some sort of crouching-moron-hidden-persuasive-genius thing going on I suggest you—”

It was at that point that Caro interrupted with an irritable sigh. “Do you want us to get your sorry tail out of here or don’t you?”

This froze everyone in their tracks.

“No,” said the Grunt with a tone about as firm as a wall made of Jell-O.

“If you did, you would have called… whoever you call on us by now, right?” continued Caro with a slight smirk. It seemed (to him, at least) that he had won the fight.

“You know what? That’s a wonderful idea. I think I’ll do that right now.”

Apparently not.

The Grunt reached slowly for his pocket, as if daring Caro to snap out suddenly and wrestle his arm from its proper position. But no, Caro did not dive for him, and the Grunt actually pulled out the small machine and held it to his mouth, one finger hovering about half an inch away from a button that very clearly implied ‘On’. Everyone – including the Grunt – held their breath for what was clearly about to happen.

They knew he was going to press it. He knew they knew he was going to press it. And he didn’t.

“You know what? Again?” he said. “You’re right. I don’t want to press it. You three did a better job of sneaking in here than I did; you escaped once. Leave it at that, won’t you?”

“No way,” said Caro and Casey in unison.

He sighed. “Oh, come on, really, I’m not kidding. Just go, okay?”

Sheridan crossed her arms and delivered the first of many Death Glares to one of the rest of the unsuspecting inhabitants of the world. Death Glares, as the rest of the world would soon learn, were clearly not to be trifled with.

“And we’re not kidding either,” said Sheridan with an iciness in her voice that none of the others had heard before. “We’re here to get to the bottom of this, and we also intend to do it. So help us up to the top of this Mewforsaken building and get your tail outta here or be stuck doing… this for however it takes for another chance like this one to kick you in the gut.” She crossed her arms. Overall, even though the Grunt was taller than her by at least three inches, she came off as remarkably scary. “It’s all your choice, of course.”

Casey was relatively sure that Sheridan was just as surprised by this outburst as everyone else.

“Um. Well.” All scary or otherwise imposing presence the Grunt had generated for himself dissolved in a matter of seconds. And he didn’t say a lot for the next few minutes – neither did anyone else, for that matter. They mostly just stood around and looked at one another, not really knowing what to do. Sheridan was firm in her assumption that the Grunt had finally cracked, and was right now waiting for him to sigh dejectedly and think of a way to get them up to the top of the building without a particularly large punishment.

And that’s exactly what he did… well, the first part, anyway.

For, at that time, a staticky noise came from somewhere in their general area. “Hey? Hey! RT-102, what’s the holdup? You’re supposed to be at the Sixty-Sixth Junction by now! …Mrrr!”

The Grunt, instead of sighing again as he was expected to, brightened considerably and put one gloved finger to his lips. He then leaned casually on the metal pipe he seemed to carry around and whipped out a walkie-talkie with his other hand. “Ah, yes, sorry about that. Well, there was a problem, but it’s all resolved now. On my way.” He shoved the walkie-talkie back in his pocket and turned back to the group.

“Okay. So. Right now, the guards will probably be staying in their assigned positions because my monitoring spree was interrupted by your dropping in. So you’re going to follow me and hide somewhere – like a side closet or something – and let me go on my way. The shifts change every five minutes, so it will take about half an hour for me to return to your place again, but when I do I’ll knock on something and point you in the direction of the next floor.”

He didn’t wait for a response, but rather started walking.

After a brief silent consultation with each other, the trio shrugged in unison and followed him down the hallway.

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A knock.

The three had found themselves stuffed inside a relatively cramped little room, with Casey and Caro pressing themselves against the wall and Sheridan attempting to do just that with a big broom in her way. They were all getting rather bored (as a matter of fact, Caro had begun to fall asleep), but finally the sacred noise rang out to them. Everyone looked up happily, but the door opened for them.

“Across the hall. Quickly!”

The three slipped past the Grunt with relative ease (it was soon decided that Sheridan would go first) and they made a beeline for the staircase at the other side of the long room. It had a lock on it, but that had been disarmed and now dangled uselessly from the hole in the door handles.

Sheridan glided up the stairs like a ghost, Caro acted like he was wearing lead boots (which earned him an irritated ‘Shhh!’ from the others), and Casey found himself somewhere in between.

They emerged on a small landing shaft. Walking over it and through a door to the room beyond, they found themselves in the middle of a long hallway; it formed a T, where they just came from being the vertical line and the rest of the floor spreading out on each side.

“Do you remember the place being rounded like this from outside?” asked Caro to nobody in particular, walking a few paces to the left and peering down the appropriate hallway. Everyone else answered with a shake of their heads. Making a ponderous ‘hmm’ sound, Caro walked further down the hallway while the other two hadn’t even made a move. Casey soon noticed that the boy had darted off, and scrambled after him.

Finally, after a (very) brief chase, Casey caught the older boy by the back of his hood. “Whaddya think you’re doing?” he hissed. “We’re not supposed to be here! Don’t just run off!”

Caro reached behind his back and moved Casey’s hand away from him, frowning as he did so. “Jeez… you’re starting to sound like Kris in here…”

“Eh?” asked Sheridan, walking up behind him. “Chris? Who’s he?”

“Not Chris with a CH, but Kris with a K.” Caro turned around. “When I went around Sinnoh, I traveled with her for a lot of the time. Dunno where she ran off to now, though.”

The red-haired boy smiled and seemed on the verge of laughter. “Oh. I thought that you meant ‘Chris’ and that he was like… a not-blood-related sort of older brother or something.”

Caro shook his head. “Nope. My not-related-sort-of-mentorly-detachedish-older-brother was named something else. Anyway, let’s move.”

The other two followed him, trying to collect and register what the word ‘not-related-sort-of-mentorly-detached-older brother’ meant. They proceeded relatively unscathed down the hallway – the guards were lesser in number and considerably more drowsy up here, since the honchos probably didn’t expect as many infiltrators really getting to the second floor.

Finally, after slipping into and out of a couple of doors to evade the shifty and quite guardly eyes of the BDV Grunt who happened to be running their sector of the rotation at the time, the small band of ‘explorers’ slipped into the stairwell across the hall and stormed up the first staircase, past a landing with a door, up another flight, and onto the next floor of the building. They didn’t notice the window sticking out from the door, nor its incredible usefulness as a stakeout spot.

And that was where they picked up their first three stalkers.

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Phew, I JUST finished reading Charmander's Purified fic, and I finished reading chapters 8 and 9 here a while ago. I gotta say, I enjoyed those two chapters. Sheridan was a pleasent addition to the group. And poor Casey's getting dragged all over the place whether he wants to or not. XDD His gym battle with Marianne was hilarious!! That Murkrow is a riot!! XDDD Keep up the great work Giratina!!
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Hmm... did you now? LoL

Anywho, what a chapter! I liked that little refererance to a certain nutty professor in this one. xD
There was plenty of mystery in this one; I'm so curious to see who this "She" person is, and who/what those two characters are in the beginning. Why do they say Mrrrr! so much? Hmm....
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