Sparkles was furious. Being trapped in a Pokeball! What kind of treatment was this for royalty! When he got back to Mother and Father... There would be a reckoning for this trainer. If his name wasn't Darkeye Diamondeater the Fourth!
Amp poked her master gently, trying to wake him. Sean mumbled something about a gym. "No... No not Nidoking... Amp, you can't... I..."
Amp quickly got tired of her master's bizarre dream and poked him, a little zap being put in there for emphasis. Needless to say, Sean was quickly awake, hair a bit crispier than it was a moment before.
"The hell was that for, Amp!" yelled the obviously annoyed trainer, grabbing his bag off of the couch he had been sleeping on.
"<The little fuzzy one has already left with his master and his master's brother. Thought you might want to know...>" Amp had her hands on her waist, as if she was getting bored with Sean.
"Alright, thanks for the info, princess. No need to get all matter-of-facty on me. Shroom and Shroom Jr. need some training; I can't always rely on you for fights."
Amp shrugged; she enjoyed fighting as it gave her the ability to get out stress, but she understood where Sean was coming from.
"Let's go, Amp! To adventure!"
"Evii is right though" -Saturn "I didn't know you were a bitch Evii." -Lior Val"I think it is a Pokemon Catching contest, we should ask inside the gate," she motions to the building.
"<Oh no! Cap'n Tents! Cap'n! Oh no! Waah!>" Coco leans into Tents, "<I *sniff* I'll miss you Cap'n...>"
"Tents, stop it. You're traumatizing Coco."
"<And coming back from the dead won't traumatize her?>"
"<To prevent trauma, eat her brain.>"
"<That's more of a mid-afternoon snack.>"
"<That's cruel.>"
"Wait...National Park...oh man, I remember what this is! I read something about it! It's, like...a contest where you catch Bug Pokemon."
Clive envisioned himself a few of those critters. Scyther. Pincer. Beedrill. All good opponents.
"Aw hell yes."
edited 2nd Jun '10 7:01:08 PM by MisterAlways
Always touching and looking. Piss off.Lillian noticed Clive's change of attitude, "What, you thinking of fighting a bug?" she said to him, "And Tents, if you make up some speach about 'The Power of Friendship" bringing you back from the dead, she'd buy it."
"<Oh Cap'n, *sniff* Cap'n."
"Yeah, TV is no longer an option."
edited 2nd Jun '10 7:05:36 PM by MimitheRed
Acid Rain is ruining the environment! Don't persue the dying in bad weather!Jack looked at Quilava and Squirtle. "Okay, you guys. Today, we're going to face Falkner and get our first badge. You ready?"
\<Yeah!> both said at once.
\"Good! Let's go!" Jack walked boldly out of the Pokemon Center, Squirtle and Quilava running behind him. He looked at the others. "Shake a leg, you guys! Let's go!"
"<...but as always, the tears of the innocent will revive even the most blackhearted scumbag.>"
"<Thanks, Ampz. I'm back! From the dead! And I hunger for...kibble, actually. Do we have any?>"
"<You ate basically all the kibble Clive had.>"
"<Nuts.>"
"<Those too.>"
...
"Wait, what?" said both Clive and Tents.
<"Don't think about it too hard. You'll just wish you hadn't.>"
Always touching and looking. Piss off."<Yay! Cap'n Tents!>" Coco hops on top of the Tentacruel.
"Hurrah and huzzah, now, shall we continue?" she walks into the gate house, "That help desk over there should have info on the contest thingy," she points to a man behind a counter.
"I'm not interested in the contest... alright," Lillian sighs and walks up to the counter, "Hello, we were wondering about the contest you guys have."
"The Bug Catching Contest? It's happening today, you get 20 Parkballs and you can only bring in 1 Pokemon, do you want to enter?"
"Hmm, I dunno, what do you think, Clive?"
"<Yay, Cap'n Tents! Do do do~>" Coco starts singing a theme song while riding on Tenty's head.
"<I'd be a terrible main character in a kid's show. For one thing, I smoke.>"
"<You do?>"
"<Well, I'm trying to quit.>"
"<Huh.>"
"Hell, I think it sounds like fun...there's one or two Bug Pokemon I've always wanted to test my skills against.
You know how to sew, right? Because, if I lose any extremities you'll need to put 'em back on for me."
Always touching and looking. Piss off.Lillian rubbed her temples, "I didn't sign up for this..."
"You can only keep one Pokemon," the man said to the group, "You can catch as many as you want, but you can only keep one. And the person who catches the best one gets a prize."
"Meh, still not interested. I'll watch and follow you with a first aid kit if you do it, Clive."
"Oh, awesome!"
"<He's going to end up castrated by a Scyther, isn't he?>"
"<Boy, I hope so. Get off my head, Coco.>"
Some time and a boring contest introduction later...
"Okay...finding a Scyther is a matter of utmost stealth and vigilance...gotta keep your eyes open and your mouth shut, or you're DEAD!"
Clive noticed he'd been yelling.
"See, that's how not to do it."
"Scytheeeeeer..." came a shrill cry from a nearby patch of tall grass.
"Yes! Awesome!" Clive struck a fighting stance. "All right, come out here, you green lawnmower!"
The grass was cut down by a pair of curved blades, revealing the oversized praying mantis. "<You're going to regret calling me that, kid.>"
"Bring it."
Tentacruel was, as always, busy chompin' some kibble he'd bought with Clive's money. Magneton had found a computer terminal in one of the buildings, and he was working on debugging the program. *
edited 2nd Jun '10 7:30:44 PM by MisterAlways
Always touching and looking. Piss off."Go Clive," she cheered unenthusiastically from outside of the grass, "Don't, uh, get cut," she holds a first-aid kit in her hands.
"<Cap'n Tents~ The bestest Cap'n ever~>" Coco sang, "<Go Clivenson von Clive! Get the slashy man!>"
"Don't attract the attention of the scary bug, dear. I wouldn't be able to protect you."
"<Aww, mommy is a spoil sport.>"
((Enter the dramatic black boxes at the top and bottom of the screen.))
"I've traveled very long...to find an opponent as strong as you, Scyther."
"<And what did you learn on your journey?>"
A dramatic wind blew over the grass.
"Poke-kibble...tastes...awful."
"<Famous last words. Now! Show me what you think you can do!>"
With a battlecry (possibly a rebel yell), Clive charged the Scyther, and they began furiously exchanging and dodging blows.
Always touching and looking. Piss off."This is stupid," Lillian grumbles, "It reads like a bad samurai movie," she turns to the Tentacruel, "So, Tents, what are you doing?"
"<Cap'n Tents! How are you recovering from your defeat?>"
"This is what I get for letting you watch cartoons, isn't it?"
"<You may not know this, but this Scyther is fifteen kinds of epic. He's been here for over ten years, going by word of mouth. Nobody's managed to catch him yet.>"
Clive swung his leg for the Scythers', missed, and quickly had to roll to dodge a series of stabs.
"<So I think you can guess why Clive decided to challenge him...>"
The Scyther neatly dodged a high kick, and was then promptly stuck in the abdomen by a palm thrust.
"<It's 'cuz he's really, really, really, really,>"
Clive was sent flying by a kick from the Scyther's clawed foot.
"<dumb.>"
He rolled for quite a bit, too.
"<I'm recovering just fine, kiddo, thanks.>"
edited 2nd Jun '10 7:50:05 PM by MisterAlways
Always touching and looking. Piss off."Clive..." she looks worriedly at him on the ground, "I think he would need some help, going by that discription, maybe paralasis support..." Lillian strokes her chin.
"<Uh oh, mommy is thinking of a plan again. Her plans are scary...>"
"Shush, sweety, mommy is thinking."
Clive got up, shaking his head a little. "Hrngh..."
"<You're good, kid, I'll give you that. You're not some crummy trainer who sics his Ratatta on me in hopes that all the rumours are just exaggerations...but I'll tell you one thing.>"
The Scyther spreads his blades, hissing. "<You're not good enough to catch me.>"
Clive spat on the ground.
"Is that so?"
His sunglasses slipped down a bit, showing off a pair of deadly serious blue eyes.
"We'll see about that."
"<Fine. Let's finish this waste of time.>"
The Pokemon and the teenager charged eachother. The mantis swung his deadly blade, but was caught square in the face by a well-aimed punch. He was, much like Clive had been, sent flying back.
"<Argh! How...what?!>"
"That's called 'Counter'." Clive said, grinning. "Learn it."
"<Nice trick...won't work a second time.>" The Scyther got up, bring one arm back and using a Quick Attack, which Clive barely sidestepped.
"Heh! What's the matter? Too fast for ya? Huh?"
"<Hngh...insufferable brat...">
Always touching and looking. Piss off."...Clive's doing pretty good," Lillian says, impressed, "Ho hum," she pulls out a purple orb out of her bag, "I got a Toxic Orb that I won at the Game Corner. If I can get it on the scyther, he's be pretty badly poisoned."
"<Mommy, that orb is kinda scary~>"
She shrugged, "I'll use it if nessisary, to save Clive, but I doubt I'll need it. I guess I have faith in the moron."
Clive went on dodging the Scyther's Quick Attacks, even causing him to stumble one time. "You're not all you were cranked up to be."
The Scyther hissed loudly as it went for another attack, which was dodged again.
It was then that Clive elbowed it in the back hard enough to actually lift himself off the ground from the sheer impact.
"Scyyyyyther!" The fabled bug Pokemon collapsed to the ground, twitching.
"That's 'Hammer Arm'. Your speed's too low for your Quick Attack to be any good, now. Are you about ready to give u-"
Clive was quickly being forced backwards by a series of quick Slashes. "Oh, yeah. Fury Attack. I sort of forgot about that."
"<I'LL CUT YOU OPEN LIKE A SAUSAGE!>"
"Damn, I don't even -like- sausage..."
Clive went on backstepping like that for a bit when, suddenly, he seemed to get a black-and-white vision of his immediate future. Stepping on a rock. Tripping. Getting carved open - indeed, much like a sausage. And messy, messy death.
Startled by this, he swung around on his right foot rather than setting the left down - indeed, there was a rock laying on the ground. And Scyther's just rushed right past him.
Which presented him with the perfect opening for a...
"Force Palm!"
With as much, Scyther was utterly defeated by the blow to his back. "<Hah...gggh...I'm not done with you yet...I'm going to...I can't move....>"
"The impact of that Force Palm locked down your nervous system." Clive spun a Park Ball on one finger. "You're mine, Zettis."
"<...fair.>"
Always touching and looking. Piss off."Hot damn, you did it, Clive!" she put the orb back in her bag and ran over, "You actually got it!" she ran over to him, "Are you hurt? Do you need a band-aid?"
"<Wow, didja see that, Cap'n Tents?>"
"I can't believe you did it. I mean I believed you could, but still..."
"Mostly bruises, I think... I'll be pretty much fine. And if it's anything else, a bandage probably can't solve it."
"<...you're not even...excited about winning. You're such a...completely prickwad, kid...>"
"Trust me, I'm fit to burst with joy. I just don't run around screaming like a nimcompoop when I'm happy."
"<...I like that.>"
Clive grinned like a Primeape on speed and hit the defeated Scyther with the ball, catching it.
"...I think we should get out of here, and a bit under-the-radar, at that."
edited 2nd Jun '10 8:34:35 PM by MisterAlways
Always touching and looking. Piss off."Ah, oh?" she looks at Clive, "You don't want to finish up the contest? You'd definitly win, with that Scyther."
"<Wowow Cap'n Tents! That was so neat! I wonder what Uncle Amperz is doin'?"
"Well, if you don't need a Band-aid, then we can go. Do you need anything, though? I guess I'm just easily impressed."
"<Boring stuff.>"
"Consider this. First I beat the gym in Goldenrod. Now I caught this guy. This park is -full- of impressionable people who've all heard of Zettis, and some of them probably tried to catch him. Now remember what happened last night...and imagine that, but taken up to eleven.
And then buttfucker by the number seven.
So, unless you want to get trampled under a horde of screaming Zettis fanboys..."
Always touching and looking. Piss off.

A short time later when everyone was down and eating breakfast, Jack was feeding both Quilava and Squirtle in addition to himself. The Fire-type was adjusting well and he and Squirtle seemed to be getting along.
"So, who all is going to face Falkner today?" he asked, looking at the others.
edited 2nd Jun '10 6:55:50 PM by theLibrarian