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Post by pharaohguy530 on Dec 2, 2006 20:46:28 GMT -5
Noooooooooo, I wanna see the chapter, I want it to be a suprise ;D
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Post by sandragon13 on Dec 3, 2006 1:48:03 GMT -5
Aw, you guys are no fun ;D Here's Chapter Five Chapter 5 – Tales of the Sea “Come on out, Mystic!” shouted Ashley as she threw the gleaming cherry-and-white sphere into the air. It parted along a silver band that ran the equator of the ball, dividing the red and white halves. As it opened, a flash of red, digitalized energy emerged and settled on the ground. The burst of crimson quickly took the form of a small, four-legged creature. In a moment, the last of the energy materialized into full color, revealing a Vulpix. Standing a on four brown-tipped paws, the orange, foxlike Pokemon opened its large, expressive brown eyes and said happily, “Vul vul-pix!” Atop its head was a growth of russet fur, and it sported five gleaming coffee-colored tails that curled at the tips. “This is my partner, Mystic. She’s been with me since she was a baby.” A second Pokeball was thrown into the air. As this one opened, it revealed a Taillow, a small birdlike Pokemon. It had a round head, pointed wings, and long tail feathers, a handsome dark blue with highlights of white and red. A large yellow beak sat below a pair of round eyes. The Taillow stretched its wings and hopped forward with a “Tail-low!” “This is Spirit,” Amy said. “I met her outside my window one day back home in Fortree. She liked the music I play, and we’ve been friends ever since.” Evelyn tossed forward the Pokeball in her hand with a grin. “My partner was born on my family’s farm, near Mauville. Her brothers and sisters are back home, with my parents.” The ball hit the ground and opened with a flash. The shape that materialized was large, and covered with lumps. It stood on four legs, with a long tail. Suddenly its true form emerged, and a thickly yellow-wooled sheep stood before them on four blue legs. “She’s a Mareep, a Pokemon that roams wild in Johto, and can’t be found here in Hoenn. Her name’s Dolly.” Upon hearing her name, the Mareep waved her blue-and-black striped tail and cheerfully responded, “Mareeeeeep!” “My turn,” Del said, holding the scratched Pokeball in his hand. “I first met my partner in the mountains, on one of my camping trips. He helped me fight off a Fearow that was menacing my camp, and the bond that grew between us is strong.” With that, he threw the sphere forward, revealing a round shape. The red light faded to a steely gray, marked with crags and chips, finally revealing itself as a Geodude. The Pokemon lifted a stony hand and waved in a friendly fashion to the other trainers, along with a “Dude, geo geodude!” “He goes by Slate,” said Del, “and he’s been my friend through many dangers.” “So you’re a Fire trainer,” Evelyn was saying to Ashley. “I should have guessed, coming from Lavaridge Town.” Ashley smiled. “Mystic and I train at the gym, with Flannery and the other junior trainers. She glanced at her partner, who seemed to be chatting to Evelyn’s Mareep, Dolly. “They’re getting acquainted,” she said, “just like we all are.” Looking around, Del and Slate were having an arm-wrestling contest, while Amy and Spirit cheered them on. “Hey, where’s Chester?” she asked Evelyn. “I don’t know,” the girl responded, “I haven’t seen him since we left the rooms.” Sitting in his room with his headphones on, Chester lay on his bed, in a state of calm relaxation. He had been watching the round pool of sunlight pouring through the small porthole window in the door move slowly across the floor as the sun moved westward. Beside him on the desk sat a single Pokeball, along with his Pokedex and papers from the morning. His jacket was draped over the desk’s wooden chair. How did I get roped into this mess, he thought to himself. I’m not much of a trainer. I’m not a great student. What sets me apart from all the other trainers? The song ended, and the assault on his ears momentarily paused. In that brief two-second gap of silence, he heard a metallic banging, echoing through the room. Three raps, and a shape eclipsed the light pool on his floor. He glanced upward, pausing the player that lay on his chest. Slowly he sat up, feeling the stiffness in his legs as he extended them to the floor. At length he stood up, and slowly walked to the door. He reached out, turned the handle, and opened the door. The glare of the afternoon sunlight stabbed into his eyes, squinting as he tried to identify his visitor. Gradually he saw it to be Evelyn, the bandanna-wearing girl. She said, “We’re getting to know each other, and we wanted to know if you’d join us.” Shifting uncomfortably on her feet, Chester blinked in the brightness, and said calmly, “Alright, I’ll be out in a moment.” Evelyn gave him a slight grin, turned, and walked back toward the aft end of the ship. Chester’s eyes looked toward the blue ocean beyond the guardrail, wondering what might await him in the coming months. He turned back into his room, grabbing the solitary Pokeball that sat upon the desk, and shut the door behind him. The sun was falling slowly toward the western horizon. On all sides, any sign of land was lost, only endless stretches of sea. The captain had reported an hour ago that they had passed the midpoint of their voyage, and would make landfall at Union Island late tomorrow morning. Del, Amy, Evelyn, Ashley, and their Pokemon talked amongst themselves, asking about families and school. Suddenly, a red-shirted figure emerged from the direction of the bow. The four trainers turned, both excited and unsure at the same time. Chester slowly walked toward the group of people and Pokemon, not sure how to present himself. “Hey, Chester,” said Amy, a Taillow sitting on her shoulder. “Hey everybody…I guess you want to see my partner too?” He plucked a Pokeball off of his belt, the red paint glinting in the afternoon sun. After a moment, he tossed the ball into the air, as it split open and poured out a red flash… -sandragon13
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Post by Kris on Dec 3, 2006 7:14:58 GMT -5
I wanna see his pokemon...>.> Good chapter sandragon
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Post by pharaohguy530 on Dec 3, 2006 10:26:46 GMT -5
Damn you with all your cliffhangers Excellent Chapter Sandragon ;D
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Post by oversoul on Dec 3, 2006 13:23:55 GMT -5
Evil cliffhangers of doom XDDDD ME WANTS MORE!!!XDDD
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Post by sandragon13 on Dec 6, 2006 11:24:28 GMT -5
Chapter 6, rock and roll! Might be able to get another one tomorrow, if you're lucky ;D
Chapter 6 – Night at Sea
As the red-shrouded form materialized, it seemed to darken sharply in color. It was avian in structure, standing low to the ground.. Finally the crimson energy dissipated, and revealed the Pokemon’s true identity. It was a Murkrow, the mischievous Darkness Pokemon said to lead travelers astray in mountains. This one, however, bore a stern look on its face, and its scarlet eyes reflected a glare of sheer determination. The Murkrow’s dusky plumage gleamed in the late afternoon sun, as it stood upon the deck before its master. “His name is Shadow,” said Chester, looking around the assembled group of trainers and Pokemon. “I caught him in the wilds of the ash-covered forests near Fallarbor…He is…different, somehow, from other Pokemon.” The dark bird turned, ruby eyes flashing in the slanting rays of the failing sun. Amy looked down, and was surprised to see Spirit hiding itself behind her legs. The Taillow looked warily at Shadow, who was glancing heatedly at the people around it. The sun pierced the horizon, as the boat’s azure hull plowed its way through the gentle waves. Dawn had just broken, a bright yellow disk on the eastern horizon, invading a clear blue sky. The five trainers lay in their beds, awaiting the inevitable call. Then, without warning, a voice over the crackling loudspeaker, inhumanly loud at such an early hour. “Land ho! Union Island at 1:00 off of the port bow!” Amy was the first to the bow, ever the early riser. Spirit, chirping happily, was perched on her shoulder. From her vantage point she could see the green-and-gray strip of land to the south, their destination at last. Gradually, the other trainers emerged, bedraggled and still half-asleep, to gaze upon the coastline of Union Island. Evelyn carefully tied her navy bandanna over her dirty-blond hair as she observed the emerald coast, their long-awaited port-of-call, where they were to meet two other ships arriving from two other regions. She smiled, and said to herself, “There it is…time to see if dreams do come true.” Del held a hand to his brow, shielding his eyes from the rays of the golden dawn. A look of confidence crossed his face, excited for this chance to test himself. Ashley yawned, but was inwardly excited, wondering what new people and places she might meet on her journey. Chester stood to the side, staring over the rail at the line of land on the horizon. Evelyn walked over to him, taking a place beside him on the rail. “Are you excited too, to finally make land, and meet those other trainers?” The young man turned toward her, then back to the horizon. His dark eyes flashed as they caught the sun, and Evelyn glimpsed some sort of hidden emotion in that split second. “I don’t know how I feel about it, or this whole thing. I never wanted this life…but now that I have it, I have no choice but to live it.” Determination flashed in his eyes. “Nothing will get in my way.” At 11:23 AM, the S.S. Seadra dropped anchor at Union Island, a crescent-shaped atoll roughly in the center of the Great Sea, linking the five great regions of Hoenn, Johto, Sinnoh, Kanto, and Otaru. This island was colonized centuries ago as a trading outpost, and used by pirates as a cache. Now, however, it is used as a refueling station for seafaring tankers and ferries, and is a meeting place for people of all regions. The five Hoenn trainers disembarked, thanking Captain Barnaby and the crew for their service, and stood on one of the busy wharfs that lined the coast of the island. For miles in both directions along the gently-outcurving coast, boats of all sizes and descriptions floated at anchor in the dark blue water. “According to the letter,” Del said, paper in hand, “we have to cross the island to get to the southern coast, meet up with the two other groups of trainers, and board another ship by 3, that’ll take us to Otaru’s east coast.” Ashley looked down the pier, through the bustling crowd that milled through the seaport. “We should get going, it’s nearly noon now, and we have to cross the island, through this crowd, and track down two other groups before 3:00.” As Wingull wheeled in the sunny sky above, Del, Ashley, Evelyn, Amy, and Chester strode down the flagstone avenues and across plazas with benches and fountains. They passed a large open area, where a sailor’s Poliwhirl grappled with another’s Golduck. Guided by the compass function of the Pokedex, Evelyn maintained a steady southern route through the heart of the town, lined with stores and hotels. Finally, through the buildings before them, Del could see the sea sparkling under the afternoon sun. They had only a few more blocks before the land gave way to sea. As they reached the corner of Vermillion Street and Tajiri Avenue, however, they caught sight of a large group of trainers, just like them, heading toward the southern seaport… -sandragon13
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Post by pharaohguy530 on Dec 6, 2006 14:53:36 GMT -5
You like cliffhangers don't you Nice work. I'm hoping Shadow evolves into Nekromence ;D
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Post by Kris on Dec 6, 2006 16:42:36 GMT -5
Cool chapter, Shadow is such a cool name ;D
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Post by sandragon13 on Dec 9, 2006 2:30:18 GMT -5
Chapter 7, somewhat longer than before ;D
Chapter 7 – Encounters
“Hey, everyone, look!” Evelyn said, excitement building in her voice. She pointed across the busy street, where a group of young people walked toward the southern waterfront. Peering through the rushing traffic, she could discern six of them, walking in a line toward the sea. “I bet they’re one of the other groups that we have to meet up with!” “You’re probably right,” Del said, “now we just have to get across the street.” Eventually the light flashed the walking-man signal, the traffic flow slowed to a stop, and the Hoenn trainers traversed the six-lane thoroughfare. By the time they reached the far corner, the other group had vanished into the seaside crowds. Like the opposite coast of the island, this one was lined with piers and ships that floated at anchor. Waves lapped against the steel-and-cement wharfs, and fishermen cast their lines over the rail, into the warm sea. “What’s the name of the ship we’re to take?” asked Ashley, looking down the harbor at the dozens of ships being loaded and unloaded. “Fury of the Storm”, replied Evelyn, “Sounds dangerous.” Amy turned and said, “If we find the ship, we’ll find that other group.” Evelyn glanced down both ends of the waterfront. “Let’s head that way first,” she said, pointing east. “We’re closer to that end, so it’ll be less of a distance if we have to backtrack.” Down to the east edge of Union Island, the group made its way through the seaport crowds, people and Pokemon bringing boxes onto and off of ships. Finally they reached the east end of the harbor, marked with a stone statue of a Kingdra. The stone Dragon Pokemon leered down at the five trainers, frozen in a stoic gaze. “Well,” said Del, “I guess we have to head back west, and find that ship.” Reluctantly they turned, and began walking back. A pair of Machokes hefted a pallet of crates onto a ship as they passed, as their trainer directed their movements. A uniformed officer, a Growlithe by his side, strolled along the far side of the shipyard, eyes peeled for any suspicious activity. Gradually, the group made their way down the waterfront, the afternoon sun beating down. As they passed a large stack of Poke-Chow crates, they found themselves face-to-face with the group of trainers they saw on the street. Both groups seemed to recoil slightly, the sensation of shock instantaneous. There were six of them, sitting on the stacked crates, various types of bags and purses at their sides. Eleven pairs of eyes quickly scanned the new arrivals, a beat of awkward silence. To the extreme left sat a handsome boy dressed in a red-and-white short-sleeve shirt and gray pants, with a blue beanie on his head, despite the tropical heat. Next to him sat a pretty blonde-haired girl in a pink shirt and lavender skirt, with fashionable sandals on her feet. To his side was a young man in a dark red-pinstriped, zip-up shirt, cargo pants, and an electric blue mohawk. To his right, a tall, lanky boy with blue hair, glasses, a white shirt, and khakis looked back at them. Next sat a boy with spiky blond hair, an orange shirt, and torn blue jeans, with a peculiar look on his face. To the far right, a girl in a gray shirt and whitish skirt huddled in a shadow, somewhat removed from the rest of the group. She silently raised her head and looked hard at Chester, shockingly violet eyes locking with his. Finally the silence was broken, as Del stepped forward from the group. “I guess you all are headed for the Academy too?” An assortment of nods came from the other group. “Well, then we’d better get acquainted. My name’s Del, from Rustboro City.” First to stand was the young man with the bright-blue mohawk and intense expression. “My name’s James, I’m from Blackthorn City.” The two teenagers shook hands, never breaking eye contact. Around the circle of assembled teens, the introductions came fourth. The kid with the hat was named Alex, from Mahogany Town. Strapped to his backpack by his seat was a snowboard, painted blue, black, and silver. The attractive girl in pink stepped forward next, surprisingly tall on long legs. Her name was Courtney, she said, from Goldenrod City. The stocky guy with the torn jeans and enthusiastic expression went by Ed, from the island city of Cianwood. The lean, blue-haired boy introduced himself as Nathan, from Azalea Town. He spoke in a calm manner, and his dark-green eyes flashed a deep underlying intelligence as he spoke. Finally, the girl in the pale skirt, who had been observing all the introductions from her perch in the shadow of the crate pile, turned toward the assembled group, and raised her gentle-looking face. The 10 trainers all stood before her, watching, not knowing what to expect. Finally, in a barely audible, fragile-sounding voice, she spoke. “My name…my name is Vanessa. My home is Ecruteak City, in the shadow of the ancient Towers. I..don’t talk much…and..I like to be alone.” This being said, she sank back into the shadow of the crates, slumping against the wooden panel as if fatigued from her address. Chester’s gaze remained on the girl’s muted form for several seconds, as he leaned back against a heavy cask of MooMoo Milk, grateful for the cool steel’s touch. Gradually the introductions elevated to polite conversation, members of the Hoenn group getting to know the Johto team. They revealed that the ship they sought, the “Fury of the Storm,” was on the other side of these crates, floating at anchor directly ahead. The Johto group had arrived here around noon, and had been waiting for the other two groups to arrive in the shade of this stack of crates. With less than an hour before they were to board and set sail for Otaru, the 11 trainers had no sign of the Kanto group. As the heat of the day hit its peak, the shadow of the crate pile gave well-received relief. Tirelessly the dock workers and sailors around them continued on their way with little regard to the humidity and heat. Through the sparse crowd and rippling heat haze that was the far end of the waterfront, however, a form began to appear, drawing nearer to the assembled trainers. -sandragon13
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Post by pharaohguy530 on Dec 9, 2006 13:08:19 GMT -5
First Hoenn, now Johto trainers ;D I'm liking this sandragon, keep it up ;D
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Post by Kris on Dec 9, 2006 13:44:04 GMT -5
Vanessa is creepy, kinda Good chapter ;D
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Post by sandragon13 on Dec 19, 2006 15:50:38 GMT -5
Chapter 8, AKA Superchapter 1, is finally done! I hope you like it, please C+C Chapter 8 – Fury of the Storm A shape slowly made its way toward the trainers, obscured as it was by the warping, flowing effect of the heat on the hot cement wharf. At first the silhouette approaching them mingled with the crowd, sailors and dock hands busily going about their trade. Only as the proximity between them shrank to a few yards did the form reveal itself to be six young people, walking together down the pier. Each of the Hoenn and Johto trainers looked up at the group, instantly recognizing them as the six they were waiting for, the travelers from Kanto. Finally the sextet of teens reached the shadow-strewn pile of crates and saw the eleven other young people watching them approach. A young man, dressed in khaki pants and a gray sleeveless shirt, stepped forward with a cocky smile. “You all must be the other trainers,” he said, more than a hint of brashness in his voice. “My name’s Trevor,” he said, brushing his silvery hair from his eyes with his hand, “from Pewter City.” The impetuous young man’s eyes swept the assembled crowd, pausing slightly as he passed Courtney. As he reached Alex, he realized that the red-shirted boy was already sending him a searing gaze, an unspoken statement made clear to both young men. A girl stepped forward next, well-tanned and dressed in a blue-and-white pokeball-pattered wrap and matching bathing suit top. An azure barrette sat in her blonde hair, strands of which veiled her sparkling sapphire eyes. “I’m Summer, from Vermillion City,” she said with a gentle smile and a casual wave. The next person jumped out from behind a crate, surprisingly short in stature. He had a stock of short, greenish-blue hair, a mischievous smile, and seemed to be wearing some sort of ninja garment, a full-body suit woven of a dark material. The plucky lad looked up at the other trainers with confidence. “The name’s Oliver,” he said, a red piece of torn fabric waving behind him in the sea breeze. “I’m only 12, but that doesn’t mean that you can underestimate me.” He grinned, inwardly unsure if his plan had worked. The next girl came forward, wearing a dark shirt with long sleeves rolled up to the elbows. On her legs she wore a pair of purple stockings, despite the heat. She wore earrings, visible behind her inky-blue hair. “I’m Megan, from Saffron City.” Her bright-violet eyes flashed a sense of playful contentment, visible for only the briefest moment. Another young man, leaning against the wall of crates, lifted his head to speak. Dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a black short-sleeved shirt, he had his arms crossed over his chest. “Vince,” he began, “from Viridian City.” His eyes remained closed as he spoke, his dark hair shimmering in the sun. A momentary silence fell over the group, until another boy stepped forward. He wore a gray shirt, green cargo pants, and auburn hiking boots. A dark brown coat hung over his arm. “My name is Brian,” he said, his voice somewhat quiet, hesitant. “I’m from Celedon City.” With that, he stepped back again, away from the group. Just as Brian finished his brief introduction, a sharp boat whistle screeched on the other side of the crates. “Our ship must be ready,” said Del as he stood, hoisting his backpack over his shoulder. Finally, thought Trevor. He was anxious to get to the school. Ironspine Acadamy will never know what hit it, he thought to himself. As the group of now 17 trainers walked back out into the blazing tropical sunlight, they realized that a wooden gangplank now extended from the pier to the ship’s deck. Fury of the Storm was painted on the azure stern of the vessel, which measured some 50 feet from end to end. Gradually the large group walked up the board, massing on the deck of the proud ship. A large block of doors and hatches lined the walls that extended down the deck, and white-suited sailors went about their duties. As the group stood on the deck, a young, uniformed officer rounded the corner to greet them. “Welcome to the Fury of the Storm. My name’s Captain Keith, and I command this vessel. I presume that you all are on your way to Ironspine Acadamy?” “We are,” said Del, extending a hand towards the dark-haired officer. “We depart for Ironspine City in 15 minutes, and are due to arrive before noon tomorrow. If you would follow me, I’ll show you to your quarters.” The group descended a spiraling metal staircase to a hallway below the deck, the inner wall of which was lined with doors. “These will serve as your quarters during the voyage. There are enough for each of you to have your own. Feel free to explore the ship, but the engine room and bridge are off-limits.” With that, he spun on his heel and made his way back down the hall. A few minutes later, the trainers had gathered on the stern, watching as the ship steamed southward, headed for the region of Otaru. Dusk gathered slowly around the boat, its lights struggling to pierce the utter gloom of the ocean at night. Looking over the side, Amy could see spots of light, red and yellow, flickering beneath the waves. “Look, what’s that? There’s colored lights in the water!” She pointed at the twinkling dots of incandescent color. Summer walked over and took a look for herself. “They’re Pokemon,” she replied, smiling at Amy. “Back home in Vermillion, we see these a lot. The yellow lights are Chinchou and Lanturn, aquatic Pokemon that use light to send messages to each other in the dark ocean. The red ones are from Staryu, beating in the same rhythm as a human heartbeat.” “That’s so cool!” said Amy, watching the spots of color blinking against the darkness of the ocean. A large flash of color, shining a bright crimson under the water, suddenly caught her eye. “Hey Summer,” Amy asked, nervously. “What’s that?” Suddenly, a harsh blast rocked the ship, knocking everyone off their feet. A series of waves, caused by the shock, tore away from the boat, off into the darkness beyond the light’s reach. The young trainers struggled to their feet, supporting themselves against rails and walls. “What was that!?” shouted Alex, staggering as the boat pitched sharply to one side. “I don’t know! Did we hit a reef or something?” Trevor yelled back, on one knee on the deck. Captain Keith ran out onto the deck, franticly glancing around at the trainers. “That was no reef that just hit us, we’re out in the deep ocean…We’re under attack.” “By what?” said Del, concern crossing his face. “I have no idea, but so long as we’re here, we could get hit again.” Whipping a walkie-talkie from his hip, he shouted into it, “Attention bridge, this is Keith. Get us out of here, and make headway for Otaru!” A crackling response sent a wave of emotion across the young captain’s face. “What did he say?” Del asked. Captain Keith was silent for a moment. “They have found out what’s attacking us..” Another jolting blast tore through the ship, pitching the vessel dangerously far. “The King Tentacruel.” As if in response to the statement, the water before them began to swell, rising more than a dozen feet out of the water and towering over the ship. The seawater began to pull back, flowing off of the creature’s slick, blue skin. Twin bulbous red orbs shone with a crimson light from atop the beast’s head. Beneath the fold of its pulsating mantle, two large white eyes glared angrily down at them, devoid of any compassion for those on the boat. A seemingly endless array of brownish tentacles stretched from beneath its flattened, round body, into the water and the air. A huge pincer-like appendage sprouted from its underside, snapping in the air. It appeared to be a gigantic specimen of the Pokemon species Tentacruel, but this one’s body appeared to be crisscrossed with scars from many battles. The beast bellowed, an unearthly sound at the same time sharp and resonating, as the water dripped from its body. As the trainers stared in terror at the manifestation before them, Keith shouted to them, “The King Tentacruel is a monstrous Pokemon, legendary in these warm tropical waters. It’s only been heard about in myth, sailors speak of it as a bringer of destruction. It is said to attack all those who enter its territory, dragging ships down to the crushing abyss!” A flash of lightning tore through the sky above, arcing through the clouds that filled the sky. As the resulting thunder rumbled, the beast roared again, lifting a pair of slender tentacles and preparing to strike the ship. “Everybody, run! It’s going to attack!” shouted Keith, as he yelled instructions into his radio. Rain began to fall in sheets, falling hard and fast onto the wooden deck. The giant Tentacruel swung its writhing arms at the scattering trainers as they struggled to dodge the onslaught. Rainwater lashed the deck, making it slick and difficult to gain traction. “We can’t escape it!” yelled Trevor, jumping over a swinging tentacle. “He’s right!” shouted James, “If we run, it can just sink the ship! But how can we do anything against…that?!” A piercing scream tore across the deck, as the monstrous jellyfish Pokemon wrapped a tentacle around Courtney and hefted her into the air. “No, Courtney!” shouted Alex and Trevor, nearly in unison. The two boys sent identical glares at one another, and rushed toward the beast. “My Pokemon is useless against this foe,” Trevor admitted. “Mine is too,” shouted Alex, “so we’ll have to make do without them!” He picked up a pair of brooms, and tossed one to Trevor. “We’ll have to beat it into submission!” The two boys charged toward the King Tentacruel, swinging their brooms to knock the tentacles aside. Both made it within striking distance of the beast’s body, and tried to swing at the monster. The monster opened its pincer-like mouth and fired a strong torrent of water at the trainers, knocking them off of their feet and back into the wall behind them. “There’s nothing we can do!” Trevor said angrily, pounding his fist into the steel wall. The beast roared, as Courtney screamed in its grasp. A huge bolt of lightning crackled on the horizon, lighting up the sky for a brief moment, an electric blue flash beneath the gray clouds. Suddenly, a shadow emerged from the far side of the ship, a tall figure shrouded in a dark cloak. The hooded figure had its back to the trainers, clustered against the wall of the ship, standing between them and the beastly Pokemon. The King Tentacruel bellowed, a piercing screech and echoing roar in one harsh sound. Even in the driving rain, the figure didn’t flinch. It appeared to reach inside its cloak and withdraw two Pokeballs. Extending each ball on cloaked arms, each released a Pokemon into the turbulent water. Only as the Pokemon’s tails disappeared beneath the waves did they fully materialize. Again, the thunder roared, and lightning cracked the sky. Finally two Pokemon burst forth from the rough water, a Gyarados and a Milotic, one on each side of the ship. The two serpentine Pokemon glared at the King Tentacruel, awaiting their master’s command. A voice, clear and firm, came from the figure. “Go, my Pokemon. You know what to do.” Instantly, the two Pokemon reared out of the water. The Milotic, pink fins flaring, fired a whitish-blue beam from the horn on its head, as its red eyes flashed. Simultaneously, the Gyarados roared and released a powerful electric charge from its body, sending the yellowish current arching through the air . The two attacks struck the Tentacruel with synchronized precision, causing the beast to cry out in pain. Losing its grip on Courtney, the girl slipped from its grasp and collapsed on the deck. Alex and Trevor rushed out and help to carry her to safety. The King Tentacruel screeched as the simultaneous, devastating attack sharply weakened it. Finally, its massive body ebbed, and sank beneath the waves, having clearly gotten the message. The mysterious, cloaked figure extended its arms again, and recalled the two Pokemon. In the same motion, it sent out another, which materialized into a green, dragonlike Pokemon with large red eyes and diamond-shaped wings. “Who…who are you?” asked Del, in awe of what he had just beheld. The cloaked figure seemed to pause for a second, then climbed onto the Pokemon’s back and took off, soaring over the waves and up into the sky, towards the distant horizon. The storm was over, as the clouds broke overhead and the sunlight began to stream down. Captain Keith announced over the P.A. system that the King Tentacruel had done no serious harm to the ship, and that the coast of Otaru was visible on the southern horizon. The trainers went to the rail, and could see the thin line of green near the curve of the earth. That trainer, Chester thought to himself, he flew toward Otaru as well. He looked around, at the excited, disheveled and rain-soaked trainers around him. And so it begins, he thought to himself. -sandragon13
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Post by pharaohguy530 on Dec 19, 2006 16:11:53 GMT -5
Ah someone likes Courtney ;D lol This was a great chapter, and the guy with the Gyrados reminded me of Lance. 5/5 ;D
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Post by Kris on Dec 19, 2006 16:25:34 GMT -5
Awesome chapter sandragon, as usual ;D
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Post by Pikafan on Dec 19, 2006 16:49:14 GMT -5
Nice Chapter Sandragon. I forgot to read the others, and they were good, too.
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