ITT: We are all Pokémon Trainers:
DS' RoomRex: Hello, strange and incredibly loud Delibird...
Silent's RoomBaby Eevee: <Eeee~ I'm going to be a tough Nidorino someday. :3> Blossom: <Wonderful!> *smiles at Maekrite and Ichtacya* <I'm sure you'll both be great influences on little...oh, we still need to come up with a name.> Baby Eevee: <And then when I'm a Nido, I can beat up mean Pokemon with my horns. My Horn Drill will pierce the heavens! :3>
Crewe's RoomIchtacya: <Awww, how sillycute... "[pierce]", heh...> — cuddles the unnamed-as-of-yet Eevee — <You can be a very cute... let's see, Espeon instead.>
...Slouch, actually... But you were close.
InnRex: It's alright. I woke up as the Lord of the Spinda, though. *to Slouch* Oh, sorry. And I'm Rex. It's nice to meet you.
DS' RoomRex: *thinking* Ugh, he got a nice gift for Tagg too... And I didn't get anything other than these cakes! *feels bad, man*
Mauville CafeRead: -approaches whatever walkalong Vilkas might have out- <Hello! What are you all doing here alone on Christmas?> Ryklys: -glances at Vilkas and Read without emotion-
???, Clock Striking OneWho's there?! Celebi: -appears before Mew, phasing in and out of the time stream somewhat- I... am the Ghost of Christmas Past. What does any of this have to do with Christma- Your past.
Holon, Millenia Ago-a pink kitten plays in the treetops with some Spearow and Pidgey- Past!Mew: Wheee~ can't catch me! Past!Kakuna: -Lands on Mew- <Haha!> Past!Mew: AHHH! -past Mew and her friends all laugh- Future!Mew: Oh... these times... back when I was first created, and had such fun with... Future!Mew: ...my friends... Celebi: It didn't last, did it? Future!Mew: ...
Several Decades LaterPast!Mew: -is floating through the woods dejectedly, looking for friends who have all passed on- Past!Mew: Why... do I have to stick around here? My friends have left me, their children don't know me... ???: YOU HAVE A SPECIAL ROLE TO PLAY... YOU SHALL REMAIN IN THIS WORLD UNTIL THE END OF THE AGE, ASSISTING OTHERS AND GUIDING LIFE, YOUR DOMAIN. YOUR FRIENDS MUST BE MYRIAD. Past!Mew: A...ssist? Celebi: You know what you were tasked with... keep making friends, even as you were to watch them die, year after decade after century... and use your gifts, to help them with their troubles.
A century or two later...Future!Mew: But they kept dying! All that work to know them, wasted! Machoke: -struggling to unblock a cave- <Ack! So many rocks, and I can only move so many...> Past!Mew Oh, what's in the cav- no. You know what? What's it matter, I'd ask you that, then we'd start talking about your family, I'd get to know you, then a couple decades later you're all dead and I'm in mourning. Forget all that, just have a new evolutionary form. Machamp: <M- more arms?! Uh... thanks, I guess?> Past!Mew I should have done this a long time ago... Celebi: You never really made a proper friend after that... Future!Mew: Well, no... but I got my job done a whole lot better! He was happy, right? Celebi: Your defensiveness suggests you know the answer already... but that is for another spirit. -returns Mew to ??? and fades out- -sighs, alone-
edited 25th Dec '11 3:57:58 PM by Tangent128