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Chapter 13: Exeggution! <_< gameboy, ruesap...get voting :]
[QUOTE USER="MillionDaggers" TIME="1207231408"]why can I no longer see other posts? Is there some new page that I can't get to?
EDIT: I don't I can edit until there's some way of getting to the next page <_<[/QUOTE]
Can you see what I just typed? There should be a Next Page button near the bottom right hand corner. >_>
EDIT: I don't I can edit until there's some way of getting to the next page <_<[/QUOTE]
Can you see what I just typed? There should be a Next Page button near the bottom right hand corner. >_>
k update time.
B wins, but I will attempt to work in C (hopefully) because it writes in so well :P. So where did we leave off. I'll start with a chapter prologue... Million Daggers was in the police station early in the morning.. blah blah blah
And while the sun was rising in the East, it was draped in clouds somewhere in the land's West.
The town of Azalea slept, nestled snugly in the cliffside and forest in which it was blanketed by.
And in that town, the Pokeball master Kurt slept too. His Apricorn bushes rustled outside. A Slowpoke yawned loudly in the distance.
Kurt jerked awake.
"Who's there?" he asked. No answer.
He looked out the window, his bushes were indeed rustling, but perhaps it was just the wind. You could forgive him for being so jumpy, Team Rocket's takeover a couple of years back had take their toll on the old man. His back still ached everytime the wind blew wrong.
He muttered something under his breathand turned back to bed. Then something caught the corner of his eye. He grabbed one of the pokeballs on his desk.
"Is someone there?" he shouted, daring not to turn a round.
A creak in the floor board. Taking a deep breath he turned towards the darkness. A flicker of metal, flashed past. There was someone.
"Slowbro! Go!"
A flash of red light revealed a dopey looking pink creature, which looked quite grumpy having been awoken so late.
There was a whisper. A collection of words which sounded somewhat like "Leaf Storm". It was a woman's voice.
Glowing green leaves blurred through the air and tore gaping wounds into the helpless creature. Kurt stared, shocked.
"Roserade, let's go."
"Rade"
A small green creature stepped into the moonlight, petals falling off it as it dashed towards him. Then it was dark.
Trainers would come into the house the next morning. They would find Slowbro lying spread eagled on the floor, barely alive. And on Kurt's work table, they would find no papers or blueprints which often made their home there. All they would find would be a single red rose.
* * *
The alcoholic detective stepped out of the station at Iggy's protest.
"What do you think of the note?" Truthiness asked as he followed him out.
Truth be told, Million Daggers was, indeed, quite shaken. What did it all mean? Creators? And Arceus... that name kept popping up.
"I...I need to go mull it over somewhere..."
"We could go get some coffee," said Truthi, "There's this wonderful place-"
Million rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. "Lead the way," he sad grimly.
The creators He had to find these creators. Ask them questions. That man, the character named Ominous Doom... the third body... he knew about Arceus. These fellows who sent the note knew about Arceus... they had involved him, the letter was addressed to him! But if they needed him why would they keep it secret?
"What'll it be, sirs?"
Million half looked up. He was sitting at a table with Truthiness. A lady with a notepad and big hair was speaking to them.
"Black coffee," said the detective, "No milk."
"Sugar?"
"Um, six, please."
"Six?"
Milion nodded. "Same here," said Truthi, "Less sugars, though. Two should be enough." The lady laughed and walked away.
Million Daggers looked up at Truthi. "Wanna know what I think? And this is off the record," he said, waving a hand dismissively at Truthi's twitching pen hand,"I think I'm part of some plot. There's a crime ging on. We know there are murders, but there's something bigger. Something really big."
"Conspiracy you mean"
"Sort of. What do you know about Arceus?"
"The name rings a bell. It's Greek. Archaios. That means archaic-- ancient. And um... Archetypos? The original. You know, as in the 'archetype'."
Million stared at him astounded.
"Why did I not ask you before?"
Truthi smiled. "Yes you should've. About what?"
"Excuse me, I have to go somewhere."
"I..uh..shall I drink this coffee myself?" he asked sarcastically.
But Million was already gone.
* * *
The announcers voice blared across the stadium.
"What an UPSET for our challenger! This TRULY is an IMPRESSIVE display of battle skill." The man spoke in capitals which was an impressive display of linguistic skill.
Million got out of the taxi, paying the driver in the process. Saffron Stadium was quite a new building, built over the old dojo, it was the largest arena in the Kanto region. It was a place of challenges not for the weak player.
"OUR battle is the ONE you've all been waiting for. Hailing from Saffron, our very own Cross DRAGON!"
Million strode towards the dome entrance, listening carefully to the announcer's wail. Just in time.
"And from Johto... the Feraligatr master gameboy THREE THREE THREE"
Every 'three' was punctuated with raptuous applause. Million saw this gameby character's dressing room. Whispering into his Pokeball he asked Ampharos to seal the lock with his Thunderwave. A little jolt of lighting burst out of the core and did just that.
Satisfied Million made his way to the arena.
"Um.. Gameboy?" the announcer paused for a second, worriedly, "Gameboy, seems to...uh... wait no THERE HE IS!"
Million Dagger stepped into the heavily lit up dome, waving. The crowd was in a frenzy. He looked across the stadium and winked at CrossDragon who almost burst out laughing.
"Cross, I need to ask you something!"
Cross shook his head, "Battle nao!"
They were promptly drowned out by the announcer's voice.
"This will be a 1v1 TIMED BATTLE." He gathered he breath, "BEGIN!" he shouted, his voice straining towards th end.
Million smiled. Oh well. Might as well have some fun.
"Go, Shiftry!"
"Tree!"
From the other side Cross threw out his signature Pokemon, "Go Tyranitar!"
"TAR!"
A sandstorm tore through the arena. Shiftry covered his eyes with his leafy arms. The sand always gave him big trouble...
The sand... and this TTar... CrossDragon's favourite set...
A.) Tyraniboah
B.) DDTar
C.) BandTar
D.) Life Orb Tar
So two trainers have made their appearances. But who is one which side? Who is Arceus? Who killed Roger Rabbit?
Find out on the next thrilling episode of DRAGON BALL Z
B wins, but I will attempt to work in C (hopefully) because it writes in so well :P. So where did we leave off. I'll start with a chapter prologue... Million Daggers was in the police station early in the morning.. blah blah blah
And while the sun was rising in the East, it was draped in clouds somewhere in the land's West.
The town of Azalea slept, nestled snugly in the cliffside and forest in which it was blanketed by.
And in that town, the Pokeball master Kurt slept too. His Apricorn bushes rustled outside. A Slowpoke yawned loudly in the distance.
Kurt jerked awake.
"Who's there?" he asked. No answer.
He looked out the window, his bushes were indeed rustling, but perhaps it was just the wind. You could forgive him for being so jumpy, Team Rocket's takeover a couple of years back had take their toll on the old man. His back still ached everytime the wind blew wrong.
He muttered something under his breathand turned back to bed. Then something caught the corner of his eye. He grabbed one of the pokeballs on his desk.
"Is someone there?" he shouted, daring not to turn a round.
A creak in the floor board. Taking a deep breath he turned towards the darkness. A flicker of metal, flashed past. There was someone.
"Slowbro! Go!"
A flash of red light revealed a dopey looking pink creature, which looked quite grumpy having been awoken so late.
There was a whisper. A collection of words which sounded somewhat like "Leaf Storm". It was a woman's voice.
Glowing green leaves blurred through the air and tore gaping wounds into the helpless creature. Kurt stared, shocked.
"Roserade, let's go."
"Rade"
A small green creature stepped into the moonlight, petals falling off it as it dashed towards him. Then it was dark.
Trainers would come into the house the next morning. They would find Slowbro lying spread eagled on the floor, barely alive. And on Kurt's work table, they would find no papers or blueprints which often made their home there. All they would find would be a single red rose.
* * *
The alcoholic detective stepped out of the station at Iggy's protest.
"What do you think of the note?" Truthiness asked as he followed him out.
Truth be told, Million Daggers was, indeed, quite shaken. What did it all mean? Creators? And Arceus... that name kept popping up.
"I...I need to go mull it over somewhere..."
"We could go get some coffee," said Truthi, "There's this wonderful place-"
Million rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. "Lead the way," he sad grimly.
The creators He had to find these creators. Ask them questions. That man, the character named Ominous Doom... the third body... he knew about Arceus. These fellows who sent the note knew about Arceus... they had involved him, the letter was addressed to him! But if they needed him why would they keep it secret?
"What'll it be, sirs?"
Million half looked up. He was sitting at a table with Truthiness. A lady with a notepad and big hair was speaking to them.
"Black coffee," said the detective, "No milk."
"Sugar?"
"Um, six, please."
"Six?"
Milion nodded. "Same here," said Truthi, "Less sugars, though. Two should be enough." The lady laughed and walked away.
Million Daggers looked up at Truthi. "Wanna know what I think? And this is off the record," he said, waving a hand dismissively at Truthi's twitching pen hand,"I think I'm part of some plot. There's a crime ging on. We know there are murders, but there's something bigger. Something really big."
"Conspiracy you mean"
"Sort of. What do you know about Arceus?"
"The name rings a bell. It's Greek. Archaios. That means archaic-- ancient. And um... Archetypos? The original. You know, as in the 'archetype'."
Million stared at him astounded.
"Why did I not ask you before?"
Truthi smiled. "Yes you should've. About what?"
"Excuse me, I have to go somewhere."
"I..uh..shall I drink this coffee myself?" he asked sarcastically.
But Million was already gone.
* * *
The announcers voice blared across the stadium.
"What an UPSET for our challenger! This TRULY is an IMPRESSIVE display of battle skill." The man spoke in capitals which was an impressive display of linguistic skill.
Million got out of the taxi, paying the driver in the process. Saffron Stadium was quite a new building, built over the old dojo, it was the largest arena in the Kanto region. It was a place of challenges not for the weak player.
"OUR battle is the ONE you've all been waiting for. Hailing from Saffron, our very own Cross DRAGON!"
Million strode towards the dome entrance, listening carefully to the announcer's wail. Just in time.
"And from Johto... the Feraligatr master gameboy THREE THREE THREE"
Every 'three' was punctuated with raptuous applause. Million saw this gameby character's dressing room. Whispering into his Pokeball he asked Ampharos to seal the lock with his Thunderwave. A little jolt of lighting burst out of the core and did just that.
Satisfied Million made his way to the arena.
"Um.. Gameboy?" the announcer paused for a second, worriedly, "Gameboy, seems to...uh... wait no THERE HE IS!"
Million Dagger stepped into the heavily lit up dome, waving. The crowd was in a frenzy. He looked across the stadium and winked at CrossDragon who almost burst out laughing.
"Cross, I need to ask you something!"
Cross shook his head, "Battle nao!"
They were promptly drowned out by the announcer's voice.
"This will be a 1v1 TIMED BATTLE." He gathered he breath, "BEGIN!" he shouted, his voice straining towards th end.
Million smiled. Oh well. Might as well have some fun.
"Go, Shiftry!"
"Tree!"
From the other side Cross threw out his signature Pokemon, "Go Tyranitar!"
"TAR!"
A sandstorm tore through the arena. Shiftry covered his eyes with his leafy arms. The sand always gave him big trouble...
The sand... and this TTar... CrossDragon's favourite set...
A.) Tyraniboah
B.) DDTar
C.) BandTar
D.) Life Orb Tar
So two trainers have made their appearances. But who is one which side? Who is Arceus? Who killed Roger Rabbit?
Find out on the next thrilling episode of DRAGON BALL Z
B is winrar
"And the battle begins, TTar sending out his infaous TYRANIBOAH!"
"TTar sub up!" came CrossDragon's voice.
"Tar" [predictible/10], it roared.
A rhydon doll was thrown onto the ground, much to Shiftry's surprise.
"A Substitute what a THRILLING beginni--"
"Shit." thought Million, blocking out the announcer's voice "Focus Puncher..."
Tyraniboah ran at least tw attacks that would rip Shiftry apart. He had to think hard, he had to play his strengths.
Shiftry, who ran mainly on the sun, was at a loss. "Shiftry," shouted the detective, "Remember the Fighting dojo? Ride the punches!"
Shiftry nodded.
Sure enough, seconds later, a glowing fist tore a gaping whole through the thick debris.
"Wait for it..."
Shiftry gritted its teeth.
"NOW!"
"Shift," nodded the Pokemon in acknowledgment, and hurled its body straight into the air.
The wild green punch, ripped into the ground where Shiftry once stood, a tumultuous eruption of dirt and sand exploded into the air.
"Tar" [Argh etc.] roared the stone dinosaur, pulling back behind the cover of its doll.
Million counted his optios. A Focus Punch would surely destroy the Sub but it would put Shiftry into definite risk. Solar Beam would work, but not through this fog. He had to get the sun up.
"Shiftry!" he yelled, "Jump as high as you can!"
As the Wicked Pokemon hurtled at light speed around the sandstorm, he heard his master's barely audible voice. Placing all its strength onto its nimble legs, it closed its eyes and jumped through the cloud.
"Shift!"
As Shiftry made its way to the top of the cloud with streamlined precision, it stared down wads trying to pin point its master-- obediently awaiting orders. It dodged an Ice Beam or two, feeling Tyranitar's frigid breath on its bark skin.
"Shiftry," his master seemed to say from below, "Focus Punch the roof!"
Without question it threw a fist towards the opaque glass dome shattering it completely. Shards rained down onto the battlefield.
Million couldn't see a thing, below. He heard a tinkle of glass and smiled.
"Shiftry!," he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Sunny Day!"
Immediately the sand fell to the ground.
"wtf?" exclaimed CrossDragon, "Tyranitar?"
"..Ar" [wasn't me...], it replied.
A blisteringly bright light poured through the hole in the roof. The change was immediate upon Shiftry. It's muscles bulged, its eyes began to glow. Pure sunlight began streaming through its woody veins. The leaves upon itsback spread open to catch as much light as possible.
Now the battlefield was even, Shiftry could see Tyranitar hiding cowardly behind its sub. Tyranitar moved its piercing gaze towards the sky to see Shiftry.
"Dammit, Tar," remarked Cross, "Ice Beam the sonofabitch"
Tyranitar pulled backwards and released an unexpected blue wave of frost from its small mouth. The Ice Beam homed like a missile straight towards the helpless Shiftry. But as if it was nothing Shiftry ducked underneath it with seconds to spare. Everything moved slowly.
"Shiftry, Solar Beam!" his master said, eight octaves lower than usual.
At almost light speed Shiftry plummeted down towards the floor of the stadium, sending up a cloud of smoke as it did so. Before the smoke cleared a huge white beam exploded from within. It tore through the sub and glanced Tyranitar on the arm, throwing him towards the wall with as ickening crunch.
"Tar!"
"Finish him Shiftry!"
"Tyranitar, send a Sandstorm back up!" shouted CrossDragon panicking for defence.
Shiftry was fast, but it was only a matter of seconds before sand began pouring out of every orifice on Tyranitar's body. His bruised face gave a smug grin.
"Ta-ha-ha--"
"Shiftry Focus Punch"
"Shift!"
As the sand began to blow, Shiftry began to slow down. But his arm was as strong as ever. With as much strength as it could muster, his glowing Focus Punch collided with Tyranitar's thick shell armour.
"TAR", it screamed agonizingly.
"Tyranitar!," shouted CrossDragon.
Sound rushed back to Million. The sandstorm collapsed to the ground once more.
"--is hit by a magnificent FOCUS PUNCH!" came the announcer's resounding voice.
"Tyranit...tar" [fucking Aim 4 Teh Horn bullshit...] mumbled Tyranitar, blood swelling up where it had been hit, and closed its eyes.
"Tyranitar, return," said CrossDragon.
"AND Gameboy WINS," said the announcer, "GAMEBOY THREE THREE THREE is VICTORIOUS."
Million smile and gave the announcer his middle finger. Then he walked back inside.
* * *
"gg. Mind telling me what you're doing here?"
Million turned around. It was CrossDragon.
"You too," he said, then began to tell Cross his little story.
"--And now I have to find some 'creators' or I'll never find out who Arceus is... Cross?"
CrossDragon jerked awake.
"Well... uh... creators!" he said, not loosing his stance. "False creators you say? Well who creates things that are fake?"
He was being stupid, thought Million, or cryptic. Or both.
"Um...counterfeit money lenders? Um... China?"
"Yes to both," said Cross, "People who want to profit. And this has something to do with Pokemon, not just petty crime."
"What're you saying?" asked Million, intrigued.
"Hackers" said Cross simply.
"As in Pokemon hackers?"
"Yep that's it. That's all you need. Hackers, they create, but it's false. they have to do with Pokemon. It all fits."
"What about Arceus?"
"You've got me there."
Hackers, thought Million, he had to find Hackers. But he knew no end to those. The seedy under belly of Saffron was filled with hackers. And the king hacker was...
He had to leave. "Thanks Cross. D'you know Slowflake by any chance?"
"To an extent. I've read his stuff..."
"He's a professor in the Evoloution and Tiering wing of Lavender University."
"That emo place?"
"<_<" said Million, "Yeah. Pay him a visit when you're free, ask him about Arceus..."
"Oh sure," said Cross, "Like I have nothing better to do..."
"Good," interrupted Million abruptly, "I knew I could count on you. I'm gonna hit the streets."
He got up and exited the building.
Somewhere inside, if one listened hard enough you could hear the whimperings of a small boy, named gameboy3333.
"Anyone?" the voice would say occasionally, "Someone get me out of here..."
But noone ever really listened hard enough.
There were several big crime bosses in the city. Each at perpetual war with the other. But which one to visit?
A.) Leo 'Beast' Farconi
B.) Mr. SNX, and his gang of 7 (SNX, SNX2 --> SNX7, c wut I did thar?)
C.) Police Superindendant, Fantasty (who was, according to rumour, known to dabble in the dark side)
D.) Go back to the pub.
Reading Rainbow FTFW.
But...
Hot doggit, what's gonna happen next?!
"And the battle begins, TTar sending out his infaous TYRANIBOAH!"
"TTar sub up!" came CrossDragon's voice.
"Tar" [predictible/10], it roared.
A rhydon doll was thrown onto the ground, much to Shiftry's surprise.
"A Substitute what a THRILLING beginni--"
"Shit." thought Million, blocking out the announcer's voice "Focus Puncher..."
Tyraniboah ran at least tw attacks that would rip Shiftry apart. He had to think hard, he had to play his strengths.
Shiftry, who ran mainly on the sun, was at a loss. "Shiftry," shouted the detective, "Remember the Fighting dojo? Ride the punches!"
Shiftry nodded.
Sure enough, seconds later, a glowing fist tore a gaping whole through the thick debris.
"Wait for it..."
Shiftry gritted its teeth.
"NOW!"
"Shift," nodded the Pokemon in acknowledgment, and hurled its body straight into the air.
The wild green punch, ripped into the ground where Shiftry once stood, a tumultuous eruption of dirt and sand exploded into the air.
"Tar" [Argh etc.] roared the stone dinosaur, pulling back behind the cover of its doll.
Million counted his optios. A Focus Punch would surely destroy the Sub but it would put Shiftry into definite risk. Solar Beam would work, but not through this fog. He had to get the sun up.
"Shiftry!" he yelled, "Jump as high as you can!"
As the Wicked Pokemon hurtled at light speed around the sandstorm, he heard his master's barely audible voice. Placing all its strength onto its nimble legs, it closed its eyes and jumped through the cloud.
"Shift!"
As Shiftry made its way to the top of the cloud with streamlined precision, it stared down wads trying to pin point its master-- obediently awaiting orders. It dodged an Ice Beam or two, feeling Tyranitar's frigid breath on its bark skin.
"Shiftry," his master seemed to say from below, "Focus Punch the roof!"
Without question it threw a fist towards the opaque glass dome shattering it completely. Shards rained down onto the battlefield.
Million couldn't see a thing, below. He heard a tinkle of glass and smiled.
"Shiftry!," he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Sunny Day!"
Immediately the sand fell to the ground.
"wtf?" exclaimed CrossDragon, "Tyranitar?"
"..Ar" [wasn't me...], it replied.
A blisteringly bright light poured through the hole in the roof. The change was immediate upon Shiftry. It's muscles bulged, its eyes began to glow. Pure sunlight began streaming through its woody veins. The leaves upon itsback spread open to catch as much light as possible.
Now the battlefield was even, Shiftry could see Tyranitar hiding cowardly behind its sub. Tyranitar moved its piercing gaze towards the sky to see Shiftry.
"Dammit, Tar," remarked Cross, "Ice Beam the sonofabitch"
Tyranitar pulled backwards and released an unexpected blue wave of frost from its small mouth. The Ice Beam homed like a missile straight towards the helpless Shiftry. But as if it was nothing Shiftry ducked underneath it with seconds to spare. Everything moved slowly.
"Shiftry, Solar Beam!" his master said, eight octaves lower than usual.
At almost light speed Shiftry plummeted down towards the floor of the stadium, sending up a cloud of smoke as it did so. Before the smoke cleared a huge white beam exploded from within. It tore through the sub and glanced Tyranitar on the arm, throwing him towards the wall with as ickening crunch.
"Tar!"
"Finish him Shiftry!"
"Tyranitar, send a Sandstorm back up!" shouted CrossDragon panicking for defence.
Shiftry was fast, but it was only a matter of seconds before sand began pouring out of every orifice on Tyranitar's body. His bruised face gave a smug grin.
"Ta-ha-ha--"
"Shiftry Focus Punch"
"Shift!"
As the sand began to blow, Shiftry began to slow down. But his arm was as strong as ever. With as much strength as it could muster, his glowing Focus Punch collided with Tyranitar's thick shell armour.
"TAR", it screamed agonizingly.
"Tyranitar!," shouted CrossDragon.
Sound rushed back to Million. The sandstorm collapsed to the ground once more.
"--is hit by a magnificent FOCUS PUNCH!" came the announcer's resounding voice.
"Tyranit...tar" [fucking Aim 4 Teh Horn bullshit...] mumbled Tyranitar, blood swelling up where it had been hit, and closed its eyes.
"Tyranitar, return," said CrossDragon.
"AND Gameboy WINS," said the announcer, "GAMEBOY THREE THREE THREE is VICTORIOUS."
Million smile and gave the announcer his middle finger. Then he walked back inside.
* * *
"gg. Mind telling me what you're doing here?"
Million turned around. It was CrossDragon.
"You too," he said, then began to tell Cross his little story.
"--And now I have to find some 'creators' or I'll never find out who Arceus is... Cross?"
CrossDragon jerked awake.
"Well... uh... creators!" he said, not loosing his stance. "False creators you say? Well who creates things that are fake?"
He was being stupid, thought Million, or cryptic. Or both.
"Um...counterfeit money lenders? Um... China?"
"Yes to both," said Cross, "People who want to profit. And this has something to do with Pokemon, not just petty crime."
"What're you saying?" asked Million, intrigued.
"Hackers" said Cross simply.
"As in Pokemon hackers?"
"Yep that's it. That's all you need. Hackers, they create, but it's false. they have to do with Pokemon. It all fits."
"What about Arceus?"
"You've got me there."
Hackers, thought Million, he had to find Hackers. But he knew no end to those. The seedy under belly of Saffron was filled with hackers. And the king hacker was...
He had to leave. "Thanks Cross. D'you know Slowflake by any chance?"
"To an extent. I've read his stuff..."
"He's a professor in the Evoloution and Tiering wing of Lavender University."
"That emo place?"
"<_<" said Million, "Yeah. Pay him a visit when you're free, ask him about Arceus..."
"Oh sure," said Cross, "Like I have nothing better to do..."
"Good," interrupted Million abruptly, "I knew I could count on you. I'm gonna hit the streets."
He got up and exited the building.
Somewhere inside, if one listened hard enough you could hear the whimperings of a small boy, named gameboy3333.
"Anyone?" the voice would say occasionally, "Someone get me out of here..."
But noone ever really listened hard enough.
There were several big crime bosses in the city. Each at perpetual war with the other. But which one to visit?
A.) Leo 'Beast' Farconi
B.) Mr. SNX, and his gang of 7 (SNX, SNX2 --> SNX7, c wut I did thar?)
C.) Police Superindendant, Fantasty (who was, according to rumour, known to dabble in the dark side)
D.) Go back to the pub.
Reading Rainbow FTFW.
But...
Hot doggit, what's gonna happen next?!
As surprising as it is, Tyrantiar can't whip out another Sandstorm unless it switches out. >_> Nevertheless, I am also a hacker and chinese.... C WUT I DID THAR??? No I guess you didn't. Anywho... D.) More Hangovers are fun, and you can find more information there!
C wins.
If you had told me you were a hacker a while ago, Cross, this story would’ve been much shorter <_<. No, I kid. Here comes an update...
...a long update:
“Table for how many people, mister?”
“I’m not eating here.”
Million Daggers stepped apprehensively into the Happy Goldfish Restaurant near the business district of Saffron. This was Fantasty’s nightly haunt. He invited the big money men of the city here, every fortnight or so to discuss matters of the financial persuasion.
Superintendent Fantasty, of the Saffron city Police body, was by no means the epitome of a righteous man. Whenever he had the chance he would surround himself with money and women. And fortune cookies, Million thought as he glanced around the place.
A tall waitress, in a traditional red garb walked up to him casually.
“I have been informed of your visit, Mr. Daggers.”
“I need to see Fantasty.”
“Mr. Fantasty wishes for you to leave or, as he has said himself, it will be worse for you.”
“Well, you can tell him,” the detective replied, slowly loosing patience, “that if Mr. Daggers doesn’t get what he wants; he can kiss his career goodbye—because I will not stop until his every moral degeneracy is revealed, in alphabetical order, to the adoring masses.”
The waitress looked shocked.
“In point form,” Million finished.
The woman backed away slowly. “I will... I will see Mr. Fantasty,” she said.
“You do that.”
Barely a minute had gone by when two large men in dark suits approached him. They held their hip holsters cautiously as the advanced. Million got up.
“This way, Mr. Daggers,” said the shorter of the two.
“Lead the way boys.”
Walking through the kitchen, Million noticed the chef’s had stopped working and were eyeing them suspiciously. Delicious food fried in large pans, without being touched or held. One cook with a large moustache nodded at him vaguely. They exited though two large blue doors. Million saw the garbage cans.
“Look, dudes,” he began, “If this is some sort of stupid joke—
Then someone punched him in the rib.
Great, thought Million, as a flurry of fists assaulted him, we have to go through this every time.
Blood was welling up in his stomach. He grabbed a pokeball and threw it weakly into the air.
“EXPLOUD!” [hai gaiz!], yelled the purple creature that had materialised in front of the three men.
The thugs drew back.
“Attack,” shouted Million.
“Snorlax!” bellowed one of the ruffians.
“Rhyperior!” bawled the other.
“Exploud!” yelled Exploud, not to be beaten.
The two men were held back forcefully, but not before their two Pokemon came out.
“Exploud, Howl!”
Snorlax and Rhyperior trotted confusedly into the brisk night air. The glanced at the creature in front of them and braced themselves for attack, as they were trained.
“PLOOOUD!”
Glass shattered within the restaurant. The two heavy Pokemon covered their ears, or at least the holes in their head that allowed them to hear. Exploud roared mightily and vicously its voice not straining. As it did so its arms and legs began to bulge, muscled swelling restlessly underneath its skin. Hot air began flowing out of its orifices, which we will call sound holes until science comes up with a better term.
When one of the bodyguards had recovered he got up and stared at Million who had large fuzzy earmuffs on his head. Blood caking up his smile.
“Snorlax! Go go, use Body Slam!”
Shit, thought Million, para hax...
“Exploud, Block and counter! Well not really Counter,” he said hesitantly, “... but you know...”
As Snorlax flew in the air towards him, Rhyperior’s trainer got up and commanded it to use Stone Edge. Rhyperior obeyed and began to collect, from its body, millions of rock shards ready to shoot them at will.
“Lax!” [Banzai!] screamed Snorlax as it homed into Exploud’s prone body. It opened its mouth hungrily.
But in a split second exploud shut its mouth and raised its arms. It clutched at the sleepy Pokemon in mid-air grabbing tightly at the sides of its stomach. Exploud’s body strained at the sheer weight. He opened his eyes which were almost forced shut from the lifting.
Rhyperior’s Stone Edge was hurtling towards him!
"Perior!" [RAWR]
But his trainer said nothing in terms of commands. “Exploud,” Million said, “You know what to do.”
Exploud nodded and gave a loud roar. He throw Snorlax in front of the Stone Edge and watched as it was pounded brutally by the mountainous force.
“Double Edge!”
Running forwards, Exploud sent the mass of fat, flying into the Rhyerior.
“Plou..PLOUD!” [boom baby!] it said, as it ploughed (or should I say, ‘ploud’ <_<) the two unwitting Pokemon together.
“Exploud,” ordered Million, “Overheat!”
The blistering fire, normally reserved for nasty Steel types, ejected itself from Exploud’s aforementioned sound holes. The two guards and their Pokemon were immediately overrun by the scorching blaze. And as they screamed for help, Exploud shouted a hole into Fantasty’s quarters. Million stepped inside.
Fantasty was relaxing in a hot tub, surrounded by Gardevoir, real women (who weren’t as close as the Gardevoir <_<) and body guards.
“And I tell him, that’s not Pikachu... that’s my w—”
The wall exploded.
“FANT!”
The superintendent jerked his head around. “Million Daggers? Why must you always force your way into my home? You’re disrupting my chi!”
He waved vaguely to his small army of admirers.
The private eye walked into the room covered in dust and flanked by his pal, Exploud. He tipped his hat to shake some white powder off. Fantasty dealt in the other kind of white powder.
“I have a question.”
Fantasty was appalled. “So it’s perfectly alright for you, then,” he muttered “to storm straight onto private property and...”
Million ignored him. He looked at the guards. “Two of your men are outside, possibly on fire. Get out there and help them. Go on get!”
Several men left quick smart.
“Tea, Mr. Daggers?”
Million sat down and took the cup.
“Tell me about hackers, Fantasty,” he realised that he shouldn’t have spoken so fast, there were always spies. He sipped his tea. It tasted horrible.
“Hackers? I know many. What services do you need? Why I believe that your friend CrossDragon is a hacker...”
“He’s also Chinese,” said Million, not knowing why he had said that, “I need to find the best hackers in Saffron and I need to find them quick.”
Fantasty smiled wearily, “I’m not helping until you tell me why.”
Then he folded his arms and began splashing inside his hot tub.
Dammit, thought Million, I’ll never get anywhere like this. I’ll have to tell him
He leant towards the crime boss and whispered in his ear. “I need to find ‘creators’ to solve a murder case. Creators are hacker, y’see?”
“Creators are hackers,” Fantasty repeated softly. He stood up and wrapped a towel around himself. “You have to find the best hackers, because they are creators?”
He rolled the word around in his mouth. “Hitmonchan!” he shouted clapping his hands. “Get this man my list of hackers.”
In seconds, a Hitmonchan appeared holding with great difficulty a sheet in his permanently gloved hands.
“I hope this helps,” said Fantasty grimly, “Now leave. You’ve cost enough trouble this evening.”
Million Daggers, despite this change in attitude gladly obliged. He and Exploud stepped out of the hole in the wall.
* * *
One man was running. He was running in the night away from Fantasty’s Lucky Goldfish.
“Tell Ms. Rose to delete our Kurt,” said a voice into a payphone, a voice which we can only assume was this mystery man’s.
“Why?” said the voice on the other end. ‘Delete’ was a nice word, he was thinking.
“New evidence.”
“Kurt is not a creator?”
“No. We find hackers, now. I can provide a list”
“Hackers?”
“False creators.”
“Ah.”
“Project Arceus is good to go.”
“Indeed. Congratulations on your success with Mr. Daggers.”
“Thankyou,” said the voice simply. The line went dead.
* * *
Million Daggers scanned the list, in the newly repaired Short Man. Menofuntall eyed him suspiciously convinced he had something to do with the bandage on his forehead and the six litres of super glue used to patch up furniture. Not to mention the roof.
The detective scanned the sheet quickly. Three names immediately crossed his eye. He knew these people...
A.) Go see CrossDragon in Lavender
B.) Go see Jth back at the Gym
C.) Go see Gameboy3333 still locked in the stadium.
D.) Go see [insert hacker here k?]
To be continued... (theme music, which I will eventually write)
Hurry up and vote go go go!
If you had told me you were a hacker a while ago, Cross, this story would’ve been much shorter <_<. No, I kid. Here comes an update...
...a long update:
“Table for how many people, mister?”
“I’m not eating here.”
Million Daggers stepped apprehensively into the Happy Goldfish Restaurant near the business district of Saffron. This was Fantasty’s nightly haunt. He invited the big money men of the city here, every fortnight or so to discuss matters of the financial persuasion.
Superintendent Fantasty, of the Saffron city Police body, was by no means the epitome of a righteous man. Whenever he had the chance he would surround himself with money and women. And fortune cookies, Million thought as he glanced around the place.
A tall waitress, in a traditional red garb walked up to him casually.
“I have been informed of your visit, Mr. Daggers.”
“I need to see Fantasty.”
“Mr. Fantasty wishes for you to leave or, as he has said himself, it will be worse for you.”
“Well, you can tell him,” the detective replied, slowly loosing patience, “that if Mr. Daggers doesn’t get what he wants; he can kiss his career goodbye—because I will not stop until his every moral degeneracy is revealed, in alphabetical order, to the adoring masses.”
The waitress looked shocked.
“In point form,” Million finished.
The woman backed away slowly. “I will... I will see Mr. Fantasty,” she said.
“You do that.”
Barely a minute had gone by when two large men in dark suits approached him. They held their hip holsters cautiously as the advanced. Million got up.
“This way, Mr. Daggers,” said the shorter of the two.
“Lead the way boys.”
Walking through the kitchen, Million noticed the chef’s had stopped working and were eyeing them suspiciously. Delicious food fried in large pans, without being touched or held. One cook with a large moustache nodded at him vaguely. They exited though two large blue doors. Million saw the garbage cans.
“Look, dudes,” he began, “If this is some sort of stupid joke—
Then someone punched him in the rib.
Great, thought Million, as a flurry of fists assaulted him, we have to go through this every time.
Blood was welling up in his stomach. He grabbed a pokeball and threw it weakly into the air.
“EXPLOUD!” [hai gaiz!], yelled the purple creature that had materialised in front of the three men.
The thugs drew back.
“Attack,” shouted Million.
“Snorlax!” bellowed one of the ruffians.
“Rhyperior!” bawled the other.
“Exploud!” yelled Exploud, not to be beaten.
The two men were held back forcefully, but not before their two Pokemon came out.
“Exploud, Howl!”
Snorlax and Rhyperior trotted confusedly into the brisk night air. The glanced at the creature in front of them and braced themselves for attack, as they were trained.
“PLOOOUD!”
Glass shattered within the restaurant. The two heavy Pokemon covered their ears, or at least the holes in their head that allowed them to hear. Exploud roared mightily and vicously its voice not straining. As it did so its arms and legs began to bulge, muscled swelling restlessly underneath its skin. Hot air began flowing out of its orifices, which we will call sound holes until science comes up with a better term.
When one of the bodyguards had recovered he got up and stared at Million who had large fuzzy earmuffs on his head. Blood caking up his smile.
“Snorlax! Go go, use Body Slam!”
Shit, thought Million, para hax...
“Exploud, Block and counter! Well not really Counter,” he said hesitantly, “... but you know...”
As Snorlax flew in the air towards him, Rhyperior’s trainer got up and commanded it to use Stone Edge. Rhyperior obeyed and began to collect, from its body, millions of rock shards ready to shoot them at will.
“Lax!” [Banzai!] screamed Snorlax as it homed into Exploud’s prone body. It opened its mouth hungrily.
But in a split second exploud shut its mouth and raised its arms. It clutched at the sleepy Pokemon in mid-air grabbing tightly at the sides of its stomach. Exploud’s body strained at the sheer weight. He opened his eyes which were almost forced shut from the lifting.
Rhyperior’s Stone Edge was hurtling towards him!
"Perior!" [RAWR]
But his trainer said nothing in terms of commands. “Exploud,” Million said, “You know what to do.”
Exploud nodded and gave a loud roar. He throw Snorlax in front of the Stone Edge and watched as it was pounded brutally by the mountainous force.
“Double Edge!”
Running forwards, Exploud sent the mass of fat, flying into the Rhyerior.
“Plou..PLOUD!” [boom baby!] it said, as it ploughed (or should I say, ‘ploud’ <_<) the two unwitting Pokemon together.
“Exploud,” ordered Million, “Overheat!”
The blistering fire, normally reserved for nasty Steel types, ejected itself from Exploud’s aforementioned sound holes. The two guards and their Pokemon were immediately overrun by the scorching blaze. And as they screamed for help, Exploud shouted a hole into Fantasty’s quarters. Million stepped inside.
Fantasty was relaxing in a hot tub, surrounded by Gardevoir, real women (who weren’t as close as the Gardevoir <_<) and body guards.
“And I tell him, that’s not Pikachu... that’s my w—”
The wall exploded.
“FANT!”
The superintendent jerked his head around. “Million Daggers? Why must you always force your way into my home? You’re disrupting my chi!”
He waved vaguely to his small army of admirers.
The private eye walked into the room covered in dust and flanked by his pal, Exploud. He tipped his hat to shake some white powder off. Fantasty dealt in the other kind of white powder.
“I have a question.”
Fantasty was appalled. “So it’s perfectly alright for you, then,” he muttered “to storm straight onto private property and...”
Million ignored him. He looked at the guards. “Two of your men are outside, possibly on fire. Get out there and help them. Go on get!”
Several men left quick smart.
“Tea, Mr. Daggers?”
Million sat down and took the cup.
“Tell me about hackers, Fantasty,” he realised that he shouldn’t have spoken so fast, there were always spies. He sipped his tea. It tasted horrible.
“Hackers? I know many. What services do you need? Why I believe that your friend CrossDragon is a hacker...”
“He’s also Chinese,” said Million, not knowing why he had said that, “I need to find the best hackers in Saffron and I need to find them quick.”
Fantasty smiled wearily, “I’m not helping until you tell me why.”
Then he folded his arms and began splashing inside his hot tub.
Dammit, thought Million, I’ll never get anywhere like this. I’ll have to tell him
He leant towards the crime boss and whispered in his ear. “I need to find ‘creators’ to solve a murder case. Creators are hacker, y’see?”
“Creators are hackers,” Fantasty repeated softly. He stood up and wrapped a towel around himself. “You have to find the best hackers, because they are creators?”
He rolled the word around in his mouth. “Hitmonchan!” he shouted clapping his hands. “Get this man my list of hackers.”
In seconds, a Hitmonchan appeared holding with great difficulty a sheet in his permanently gloved hands.
“I hope this helps,” said Fantasty grimly, “Now leave. You’ve cost enough trouble this evening.”
Million Daggers, despite this change in attitude gladly obliged. He and Exploud stepped out of the hole in the wall.
* * *
One man was running. He was running in the night away from Fantasty’s Lucky Goldfish.
“Tell Ms. Rose to delete our Kurt,” said a voice into a payphone, a voice which we can only assume was this mystery man’s.
“Why?” said the voice on the other end. ‘Delete’ was a nice word, he was thinking.
“New evidence.”
“Kurt is not a creator?”
“No. We find hackers, now. I can provide a list”
“Hackers?”
“False creators.”
“Ah.”
“Project Arceus is good to go.”
“Indeed. Congratulations on your success with Mr. Daggers.”
“Thankyou,” said the voice simply. The line went dead.
* * *
Million Daggers scanned the list, in the newly repaired Short Man. Menofuntall eyed him suspiciously convinced he had something to do with the bandage on his forehead and the six litres of super glue used to patch up furniture. Not to mention the roof.
The detective scanned the sheet quickly. Three names immediately crossed his eye. He knew these people...
A.) Go see CrossDragon in Lavender
B.) Go see Jth back at the Gym
C.) Go see Gameboy3333 still locked in the stadium.
D.) Go see [insert hacker here k?]
To be continued... (theme music, which I will eventually write)
Hurry up and vote go go go!
I'll just say A.) Myself, as for Gameboy doesn't have Wifi to distribute the hacked poke and I don't think Jth does it. Also, here's some advertisement for my story :x I need more people to choose and reply to my story, so I can further continue to provide reading for the masses. If you haven't read The Life and Times of CrossDragon and Tyranitar, Season 2, yet DO SO NOW!!! Then vote!!! We don't want another hiatus on the story again now, do we?
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