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Okay, this is like... my first one... it's probably going to be long-ish, so I'm posting it in pieces, so definetly expect more in the next couple days or so. Bon appetite!
Pelipper descended upon the white building, a few slips of paper inside its deep beak. An icy breeze swept the grass and nearby trees. He discretely put the letter in the mailbox. There was nothing out of place, as the Pelipper Delivery Service was often sending its employees to Team Arctic Storm?s base. However, with a delivery this important, nobody could be too careful. The team had only four members, headed by a pokemon called Froslass; it included Mamoswine, Weavile, and Hariyama. Despite being a small rescue team, they were the first team to ever make it to platinum level.
?Is this it?? a voice seemed to come from nowhere. Pelipper nearly fainted. He looked around with a grim face. Froslass stepped out of the shadows.
?Y?yes? this is? that one? the one you? er? requested? he stuttered.
?Thank you, you may go? she said coolly. He flew off as if his life depended on it. She took the letter from the mailbox. ?Humph. It seems like I?m the only one with a spine nowadays? and I?m a ghost.? She chuckled to herself, as she walked back into the base.
?Come on! You can do it!? shouted Hariyama at the young Tyrogue. When he was not doing missions, he trained his students at the old Dojo. Currently he had only two; a young Tyrogue and an even younger Meditite. Suddenly, his teammate, Weavile, burst through the door.
?Let?s go! Froslass got the mission in! We need to hurry!? Hariyama wasted no time.
?Training is cancelled until further notice!? And ran out the door in a rush, snow blowing in from the door he nearly broke. His dazed students gathered their belongings and wordlessly took their leave.
?When did it come in?? Hariyama asked Weavile, who was running slowly to keep up with him
?Only a few minutes ago,? he replied. Not another word was said until they reached the base. When they reached it, they saw Froslass with their tool case waiting for them.
?Where have you been?! I sent Weavile for you nearly 5 minutes ago!?
?Well?er?um?? they stammered.
?Well, whatever. Let?s go! WHERE IN HELL IS MAMOSWINE! WEAVILE! FIND HIM NOW!"
"Um?yeah...okay?sure??
?GO!? She nearly exploded. He bolted off before anyone could blink.
Only a minute or so later, Weavile returned with the hulking mammoth, panting behing him. "FINALLY! Now, lets go!" She yelled, and jumped into place behind Weavile, the fastest one of the group, who acted as their scout. Mamoswine, then Hariyama got behind her, and they set off towards the north.
The temperature dropped steadily, with both the nighttime falling, and their rapid travel north towards Mt. Hiver, the coldest place known to pokemon. Of course, Team Arctic Storm had no trouble dealing with cold. They were all Ice-types other than Hariyama, who had Thick Fat to protect him. About an hour or two after sunset, they stopped to rest for the night. Mamoswine, who had been carrying the team's camping supplies, set up camp. Froslass, who didn't need sleep, stood watch.
An hour passed. One hour became two, and two hours became three. She was about to stop altogether, when she heard a rustling sound coming from some bushes. The wind had died down, and she hadn't seen any pokemon where they were. That left only one other option. She fired an Ice Beam into the bushes. There was a yelp, and the sound of footsteps. She woke Weavile, Hariyama, and Mamoswine. Hariyama stayed behind to guard the supplies, and the rest of the team headed out to face the intruders.
"This way! Hurry!" Said Froslass, who could see better in the dark than the rest of the team. They followed the footsteps left behind, which seemed to belong to a padfooted pokemon, as well as one with cloven hooves. There were some clawed footprints as well, but those faded after only a few steps. The pokemon that made them must have been a Flying-Type.
As visibility increased with the coming of daylight, Weavile hurried ahead. However, he soon returned to the group.
"Froslass! I.. I saw them! I think I made it back unnoticed, but..."
"Well?! Who are they?!?"
"Uh.. Arcanine, Girafarig.. and I didn't see the flying one, but it's there too. Be careful; they look strong."
"Hmm... I was certain it would be Team Wrecker, except that Flying pokemon... How far ahead are they?"
"They seem to be resting right now. They don't know we're following them. We could easily catch up to them."
"Alright then... Mamoswine! Get in front! If they have a fire type, your Mud Bomb will come in handy..." He walked up infront of Froslass. "Lets go."
They walked as quietly as they could. Weavile was no longer running, and Mamoswine was working his hardest to make his footfall as silent as possible. Then, they felt Froslass tell them to stop, in a way only ghost pokemon could. I see them. Be careful. Her ghastly aura transmitted. Then, all hell broke loose.
Before the knew it, they were hit by a blade from above. A bird Froslass recognized as a Noctowl had hit them with a blazing Razor Wind, knocking Froslass of her feet, and putting a gash in Mamoswine's tusk. Weavile managed to dodge it, and leapt up, attempting a Night Slash, which the Noctowl dodged. Froslass fired an Ice Beam at it, which hit the tip of its left wing, and made it veer off course. However, it still managed to land safely. Then, a blazing ball fired at Froslass. She managed to dodge the full force of it, but her arm had been singed. She felt searing pain, but shook it off. She saw him: a proud, tall pokemon with a golden mane. Mamoswine! Now! She directed at him. He responded, and quickly hurled a Mud Bomb at Arcanine. He jumped startled and in roaring pain. Froslass smirked; Mamoswine always hit his mark. She glanced over at Weavile; He had his claws full with Girafarig. Froslass aimed another Ice Beam at Noctowl, who was flying around again. This time, it hit its mark, and Noctowl fell, unable to battle any longer. Arcanine saw this and, finishing a Flamethrower, ran to help his comrade. Weavile landed a heavy Night Slash on Girafarig, who had a deep gash on its flank that was bleeding profusely. Mamoswine hit Arcanine with a heavy Mud Bomb, and at once the tide had turned. Froslass smirked and closed her eyes for a minute. Suddenly, a Hailstorm fell, and only Ice types remained unscathed. Let's go, she transmitted, and with that, Team Arctic Storm took their leave and returned to camp.
"Hariyama!" Weavile shouted as he approached camp.
"Hm? Ah, your back!" He greeted them gruffly.
"Pack up camp. We need to continue." Froslass commanded them.
"Awww.... can't we just res-" Mamoswin started
"No! Lets hurry. We've wasted enough time as it is. He's wating for us." There was a small moment of silence. "Lets go." They started to pack up in silence.
Once they had packed up their supplies, they continued on up the mountain. It began to get steeper and more rocky, so Weavile, who's body was not accustomed to such terrain, rode on Mamoswines back. But nobody complained. They had almost forgotten the entire purpose of this mission in thier hurry to complete it. One day passes traveling, then two, then three, without trouble. No sight of the new enemies. Nobody talked much.
You see, Team Arctic Storm actually had five team members. Their other team member was actually the leader of Team Arctic Storm, a pokemon called Suicune. However, a group called Team Wrecker had poisined Suicune out of jealousy. Now they were going to find a way to heal him, before it's too late.
They walked for two more days. Froslass, whose senses were sharper than the other's, noticed they were being followed. She had noticed some footprints, and had seen a bird flying around in a peculiar pattern in the distance. At the end of the second day, they saw it. A pure white pillar in the middle of a field of spring flowers. Froslass approached the pillar.
"Shaymin! We need your help! Out teammate has been poisoned! Please, help us!" Nothing happened. "SHAYMIN! PLEASE!" The desperation in her voice was growing. "PLEASE! HELP US!" She dropped to her knees. "Please..." The temperature dropped. The wind picked up rapidly. Froslass was losing control. Weavile ran over to her.
"Froslass! Get a grip! Come on, or we'll all be in danger!" He said. A rapid Blizzard started raging.
"I will help you." A voice resounded from what seemed like everywhere. Froslass looked up. The Blizzard stopped, and the weather cleared. The white pillar was glowing with a brilliant light. A small figure appeared in front of them. Hariyama and Mamoswine joined them.
"It has been a thousand years since I last appeared in this world... It will be a thousand more before I ever do again..." He sighed. His voice sounded like that of a young boy's, yet it felt lonely and slightly sad. "Here. Take a petal from one of the flowers on my back." Froslass did. "It will heal your friend. Thank you for this, everyone. It was certainly fun to see other's faces..." He laughed. "Well, farewell..." He faded from sight.
Pelipper descended upon the white building, a few slips of paper inside its deep beak. An icy breeze swept the grass and nearby trees. He discretely put the letter in the mailbox. There was nothing out of place, as the Pelipper Delivery Service was often sending its employees to Team Arctic Storm?s base. However, with a delivery this important, nobody could be too careful. The team had only four members, headed by a pokemon called Froslass; it included Mamoswine, Weavile, and Hariyama. Despite being a small rescue team, they were the first team to ever make it to platinum level.
?Is this it?? a voice seemed to come from nowhere. Pelipper nearly fainted. He looked around with a grim face. Froslass stepped out of the shadows.
?Y?yes? this is? that one? the one you? er? requested? he stuttered.
?Thank you, you may go? she said coolly. He flew off as if his life depended on it. She took the letter from the mailbox. ?Humph. It seems like I?m the only one with a spine nowadays? and I?m a ghost.? She chuckled to herself, as she walked back into the base.
?Come on! You can do it!? shouted Hariyama at the young Tyrogue. When he was not doing missions, he trained his students at the old Dojo. Currently he had only two; a young Tyrogue and an even younger Meditite. Suddenly, his teammate, Weavile, burst through the door.
?Let?s go! Froslass got the mission in! We need to hurry!? Hariyama wasted no time.
?Training is cancelled until further notice!? And ran out the door in a rush, snow blowing in from the door he nearly broke. His dazed students gathered their belongings and wordlessly took their leave.
?When did it come in?? Hariyama asked Weavile, who was running slowly to keep up with him
?Only a few minutes ago,? he replied. Not another word was said until they reached the base. When they reached it, they saw Froslass with their tool case waiting for them.
?Where have you been?! I sent Weavile for you nearly 5 minutes ago!?
?Well?er?um?? they stammered.
?Well, whatever. Let?s go! WHERE IN HELL IS MAMOSWINE! WEAVILE! FIND HIM NOW!"
"Um?yeah...okay?sure??
?GO!? She nearly exploded. He bolted off before anyone could blink.
Only a minute or so later, Weavile returned with the hulking mammoth, panting behing him. "FINALLY! Now, lets go!" She yelled, and jumped into place behind Weavile, the fastest one of the group, who acted as their scout. Mamoswine, then Hariyama got behind her, and they set off towards the north.
The temperature dropped steadily, with both the nighttime falling, and their rapid travel north towards Mt. Hiver, the coldest place known to pokemon. Of course, Team Arctic Storm had no trouble dealing with cold. They were all Ice-types other than Hariyama, who had Thick Fat to protect him. About an hour or two after sunset, they stopped to rest for the night. Mamoswine, who had been carrying the team's camping supplies, set up camp. Froslass, who didn't need sleep, stood watch.
An hour passed. One hour became two, and two hours became three. She was about to stop altogether, when she heard a rustling sound coming from some bushes. The wind had died down, and she hadn't seen any pokemon where they were. That left only one other option. She fired an Ice Beam into the bushes. There was a yelp, and the sound of footsteps. She woke Weavile, Hariyama, and Mamoswine. Hariyama stayed behind to guard the supplies, and the rest of the team headed out to face the intruders.
"This way! Hurry!" Said Froslass, who could see better in the dark than the rest of the team. They followed the footsteps left behind, which seemed to belong to a padfooted pokemon, as well as one with cloven hooves. There were some clawed footprints as well, but those faded after only a few steps. The pokemon that made them must have been a Flying-Type.
As visibility increased with the coming of daylight, Weavile hurried ahead. However, he soon returned to the group.
"Froslass! I.. I saw them! I think I made it back unnoticed, but..."
"Well?! Who are they?!?"
"Uh.. Arcanine, Girafarig.. and I didn't see the flying one, but it's there too. Be careful; they look strong."
"Hmm... I was certain it would be Team Wrecker, except that Flying pokemon... How far ahead are they?"
"They seem to be resting right now. They don't know we're following them. We could easily catch up to them."
"Alright then... Mamoswine! Get in front! If they have a fire type, your Mud Bomb will come in handy..." He walked up infront of Froslass. "Lets go."
They walked as quietly as they could. Weavile was no longer running, and Mamoswine was working his hardest to make his footfall as silent as possible. Then, they felt Froslass tell them to stop, in a way only ghost pokemon could. I see them. Be careful. Her ghastly aura transmitted. Then, all hell broke loose.
Before the knew it, they were hit by a blade from above. A bird Froslass recognized as a Noctowl had hit them with a blazing Razor Wind, knocking Froslass of her feet, and putting a gash in Mamoswine's tusk. Weavile managed to dodge it, and leapt up, attempting a Night Slash, which the Noctowl dodged. Froslass fired an Ice Beam at it, which hit the tip of its left wing, and made it veer off course. However, it still managed to land safely. Then, a blazing ball fired at Froslass. She managed to dodge the full force of it, but her arm had been singed. She felt searing pain, but shook it off. She saw him: a proud, tall pokemon with a golden mane. Mamoswine! Now! She directed at him. He responded, and quickly hurled a Mud Bomb at Arcanine. He jumped startled and in roaring pain. Froslass smirked; Mamoswine always hit his mark. She glanced over at Weavile; He had his claws full with Girafarig. Froslass aimed another Ice Beam at Noctowl, who was flying around again. This time, it hit its mark, and Noctowl fell, unable to battle any longer. Arcanine saw this and, finishing a Flamethrower, ran to help his comrade. Weavile landed a heavy Night Slash on Girafarig, who had a deep gash on its flank that was bleeding profusely. Mamoswine hit Arcanine with a heavy Mud Bomb, and at once the tide had turned. Froslass smirked and closed her eyes for a minute. Suddenly, a Hailstorm fell, and only Ice types remained unscathed. Let's go, she transmitted, and with that, Team Arctic Storm took their leave and returned to camp.
"Hariyama!" Weavile shouted as he approached camp.
"Hm? Ah, your back!" He greeted them gruffly.
"Pack up camp. We need to continue." Froslass commanded them.
"Awww.... can't we just res-" Mamoswin started
"No! Lets hurry. We've wasted enough time as it is. He's wating for us." There was a small moment of silence. "Lets go." They started to pack up in silence.
Once they had packed up their supplies, they continued on up the mountain. It began to get steeper and more rocky, so Weavile, who's body was not accustomed to such terrain, rode on Mamoswines back. But nobody complained. They had almost forgotten the entire purpose of this mission in thier hurry to complete it. One day passes traveling, then two, then three, without trouble. No sight of the new enemies. Nobody talked much.
You see, Team Arctic Storm actually had five team members. Their other team member was actually the leader of Team Arctic Storm, a pokemon called Suicune. However, a group called Team Wrecker had poisined Suicune out of jealousy. Now they were going to find a way to heal him, before it's too late.
They walked for two more days. Froslass, whose senses were sharper than the other's, noticed they were being followed. She had noticed some footprints, and had seen a bird flying around in a peculiar pattern in the distance. At the end of the second day, they saw it. A pure white pillar in the middle of a field of spring flowers. Froslass approached the pillar.
"Shaymin! We need your help! Out teammate has been poisoned! Please, help us!" Nothing happened. "SHAYMIN! PLEASE!" The desperation in her voice was growing. "PLEASE! HELP US!" She dropped to her knees. "Please..." The temperature dropped. The wind picked up rapidly. Froslass was losing control. Weavile ran over to her.
"Froslass! Get a grip! Come on, or we'll all be in danger!" He said. A rapid Blizzard started raging.
"I will help you." A voice resounded from what seemed like everywhere. Froslass looked up. The Blizzard stopped, and the weather cleared. The white pillar was glowing with a brilliant light. A small figure appeared in front of them. Hariyama and Mamoswine joined them.
"It has been a thousand years since I last appeared in this world... It will be a thousand more before I ever do again..." He sighed. His voice sounded like that of a young boy's, yet it felt lonely and slightly sad. "Here. Take a petal from one of the flowers on my back." Froslass did. "It will heal your friend. Thank you for this, everyone. It was certainly fun to see other's faces..." He laughed. "Well, farewell..." He faded from sight.
sadness...
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