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Chapter 13: Exeggution! <_< gameboy, ruesap...get voting :]
Haha, I just noticed in Ruesap's back story that he's a guard in the Pewter City Mueseum. That's what he is in my story. But that was unintentional, lol for I just read your story now. :> I guess great minds think alike. I also lol'd at the New England Clam Chowder part, here in New England Clam Chowder sucks. >_> But that's coming from someone that moved up from New York. >_> Anywho, YAY!!!
[QUOTE USER="CrossDragon" TIME="1208070013"]Haha, I just noticed in Ruesap's back story that he's a guard in the Pewter City Mueseum. That's what he is in my story. But that was unintentional, lol for I just read your story now. :> I guess great minds think alike. I also lol'd at the New England Clam Chowder part, here in New England Clam Chowder sucks. >_> But that's coming from someone that moved up from New York. >_> Anywho, YAY!!! [/QUOTE]
lol that's awesome. New England Clam Chowder was also the randomest password I could think of (Ace Ventura reference too :D), in fact I've never been to New England (Australia FTW).
As for the crossover, it'd be awesome, but, as you say, the stories are pretty different (you and Doom can't appear there), plus I don't go on IRC much. Perhaps my story can go after yours, seeing as Ice is guard in yours and has been promoted in mine (dunno, just throwing around ideas <_<). If I ever do happen to get on IRC again, it'd be good to write then.
ALSO: I should remind you that (B) is for Gfaqs prison not (C) (the temples)
Now it's a tiebreaker of sorts. Since Ruesap voted D last time, I'll give him some time to vote, then I'll update. Currently, 'GFaqs prison' is winning with 2 votes, 'Temples' has 1 and 'Cinnabar' has 1.
lol that's awesome. New England Clam Chowder was also the randomest password I could think of (Ace Ventura reference too :D), in fact I've never been to New England (Australia FTW).
As for the crossover, it'd be awesome, but, as you say, the stories are pretty different (you and Doom can't appear there), plus I don't go on IRC much. Perhaps my story can go after yours, seeing as Ice is guard in yours and has been promoted in mine (dunno, just throwing around ideas <_<). If I ever do happen to get on IRC again, it'd be good to write then.
ALSO: I should remind you that (B) is for Gfaqs prison not (C) (the temples)
Now it's a tiebreaker of sorts. Since Ruesap voted D last time, I'll give him some time to vote, then I'll update. Currently, 'GFaqs prison' is winning with 2 votes, 'Temples' has 1 and 'Cinnabar' has 1.
[QUOTE USER="Rose" TIME="1208093629"]Haha I think Mew saved my life. And told me to accept the job to kill you.
So either I'm supposed to become your ally or Pokemon Hate You.
Or it was Kirby.[/QUOTE]
That's a actually a very close guess. ;) keep reading to find out.
So either I'm supposed to become your ally or Pokemon Hate You.
Or it was Kirby.[/QUOTE]
That's a actually a very close guess. ;) keep reading to find out.
An update after a bit of a break..
B wins.
Million was the last to get upon Aerodactyl’s back.
“Well, I reckon we should check out this Azure Flute,” he told his merry little gang, “GFaqs prison, it is.”
“I’ll see Ice again, the greatest Guard of all time!” Blitz remarked, then paused, “Shit I’m a wanted criminal.”
“Aeroy,” yelled Ruesap, his voice echoping within the stony temple walls, “Fly us out of here!”
The fossil bird obliged and tore a massive hole through the ancient building, through history itself.
“Aeroy!” it screamed, shrilly.
There was a nagging voice in Million’s mind. They had gotten so caught up in this mystery that he had left someone behind...
[QUOTE USER="CrossDragon" TIME="1207802231"]I thought the update was to look for Cross and Ominious? >_>[/QUOTE]
“I know, Cross,” he said, sadly, “I know. But my job was, first and foremost, to find out what happened to those two officers. I wouldn’t be much of a private detective if I didn’t finish my business with Iggy.”
“You’re not much of a private detective, anyway,” Blitz said, happily, “You should’ve stayed in Saffron but instead you’re taking a break...”
“<_<” said Million.
* * *
“They’re not here,” said Rose staring inside the ranger’s log cabin, at the very tip of Rock Tunnel.
A voice piped up from her earpiece. “Yes. They have left. Sources tell us they have spotted a large winged creature flying from Lavender. That, if anything, must be their transport.”
Rose nodded. “Where do you want me to go?”
“They were flying at approximately 80km per hour, in a North-Westerly direction. We don’t know where they’re headed, but at this rate, they’ll be at Vermillion City by noon, clearly not enough time.” There was a pause. “Yes, it is agreed, back to base immediately, and perhaps you can catch the magnet train to wherever they’re going. If they’re headed to Johto, we have our other officers on standby.”
Rose began to raise her hand to turn the earpiece off.
“And Agent Rose?”
“Yes, sir?”
“If you catch up with them, try not to kill them. We don’t want to cover up another Leaky Pelliper incident.
“Yessir, Mr. Fantasty.”
”Good.”
The line went dead.
* * *
“It’s amazing,” shouted Ruesap, his voice straining against the air current “how fast these creatures can fly!”
“But where are we going!?” the detective shouted at the top of his lungs.
This time Blitz piped up, “Gamefaqs prison is in Blackthorne! We’re going westwards!”
Million nodded, Johto, and gamefaqs prison
It was dinnertime when they had touched down just outside the Ice Cave.
“Great,” said Million, quickly putting on his coat, “more bloody ice.”
Blitz pointed towards the Dragon’s Den. “And we’ll find a lot more bloody Ice right through that gate” (see wut I did thar?)
“What are waiting for?” asked Ruesap walking towards the docks.
All visitors, please make their way to the security area before entering the Den. Thankyou and have a good evening.
Million walked over to the front desk. “Excuse me, ma’am,” he began, “We here to see, Warde—
Blitz interrupted, grabbing Million’s sleeve. “You’re not getting in that-a way. Let’s go boys.”
“Azumarril!”
The blue mouse Pokemon stood on a pile of three unconscious security guards. It flexed its muscles happily. Blitz shook his head, “The state of our law enforcement,” he said sadly. “Well? Put the uniforms on!”
Ten minutes later, Officer Daggers, Sap and Blitz walked casually through the front gates, without so much as a question aimed in their direction.
“Where’s his office?”
Blitz said nothing. He was sitting in the corner staring at the corner of the foyer, staring at the CCTV cameras. Prisoners, the worst to ever exist in Johto, languished in their cells.
“I ain’t going in there.”
“Oh come on, Mr. Blitz!” said Ruesap.
“Marrill! Marrill!”
Million fiddled in his pocket. There were several wrappers inside, a couple of irrelevant keys and...
“A key card. Come on guys.”
Blitz grudgingly got up and followed, Million, Ruesap and Azumarrill.
“If anything happens,” he said looking around warily, “I’m blaming you.”
Million walked over to the very end of the hallway, there was a door marked Security and Officials only. Placing the card on the door, he managed to get several results:
There was a green ping.
Then an alarm began to whine.
The door creaked open.
“Hello Mr. Daggers,” voices came from both sides. In front of the door stood a man in a sleek black suit. On the other, behind them, stood a man with a long black coat.
“Come with me,” they said simultaneously. He looked at both of them, who should I trust? He was answered with Pokemon battle music.
Shit,he thought. A double battle
* * *
"Feraligatr stop!" said the voice that we all know.
"Fera?"
The duo stood outside the Saffron Media Corporation and stared into the thick shiny windows.
"They'll know where CrossDragon is!" he said to noone in particular. The boy named gameboy, but who preferred to be called Jerem, stepped off his savage Crocodile pokemon. He stepped inside the building.
"Where's CrossDraon?" he bellowed.
"Excuse me sir," came a woman's voice, "Do you have an appointment?"
"I have an appointment with CrossDragon," said the boy determined not to give into her feminine wiles.
"Er... I'll go get him then shall I?"
"Yes."
Minutes later, too buff looking men stepped out of the elevator. They pointed at Jerem and moved towards him.
"Sir, we're going to have to ask you to leave."
"Where's CROSSDRAGON?!" he asked, his voice rising to new pitches.
"Sir, Cross--"
"GO! Garchmop!!"
"Garchmop?"
"CHOMP, MOP?" growled the fierce land shark as it exploded from its pokeball.
It gave a look of agony, then fel to the ground with a thud. Narrowly missing the two guards.
"Please try to keep it down," said a voice, as the smoke cleared. Truthiness stood with a Mamoswine by his side. "What do you want Mr. boy?"
"I want to see CrossDragon, NAO!"
"Why," began Truthi, "I think he left to Lavender town with Mr. Daggers, just a few days ago..."
ZOMG, thought gameboy3333, Lavender Town... And the gretest battle of all time....
"I'm actually heading off there myself, care to join me?"
Jerem nodded. He waved at the two astounded guards. "Bye bye," he said happily and ran out the building. Truthiness followed him.
"Wish me luck," he said nervously to the anxious faces that filled the foyer.
* * *
“Ruesap and me can take the suit,” said Blitz, “You get the hood!”
The man in the suit stepped into the light of description and was revealed to be a large man, with thick spectacles on resting on his pointy nose. He had a short black beard and a thick, tree-trunk neck. He flexed his biceps.
“Call me L-Beast,” he said gruffly, “And double battles are just my thing. Go Gyarados! Go Dragonite!”
“Go Ursaring!”
“Go Aer—,” Ruesap stared at his hands for a moment. Was it worth it? he asked himself and quickly made up his mind, I have to... “Go,” he shouted, “Raikou!”
“Ursa!” bellowed the bear.
“Raiii!”
Million was dumbstruck. What the hell was that thing?
From L-Beast’s side emerged his two dragons, one of the sort of a dragon, but not really.
“GRAHH!” [My god, I wish I was a real dragon]
“Nite!” [Screw you, Gyara]
Million shook his head and turned to the battle at hand. “If this is what it will take to stop you, Mr. Daggers,” said the hood taking a Pokeball himself, “Then it shall pass. We are Ominous Doom.”
“Okay this is getting ridiculous,” Million said out loud, “You’re dead!! First you come and kidnap Cross now this?”
The man sniggered. “Go! Spiritomb!”
“Shiftry, let him hav—
”Spiritomb, Pursuit!”
"Spiritomb"
In an instant the blob of smoke materialised in front of the detective’s face. It grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him underground.
“The detective’s downfall,” laughed the hood dryly, and then he too disappeared.
All this went unbeknownst, however, to the other three battlers and they bellowed commands to their pokemon.
“Ursaring! Façade on Dragonite!”
“Raikou, Sub!”
L-Beast laughed. “Both of you, Dragon Dance!”
The two leviathan’s did the same thing as a certain gameboy’s Feraligatr, they hopped up and down vigorously. The more observant reader can perhaps at this point understand that a Dragon Dance, all Dragon Dances in fact, will bear an uncanny similarity to Barney the Dinosaur. On mute.
The beasts roared, muscles bulging, reflexes pushed to the limit. Dragonite, in particular readied itself by throwing its Lum Berry into its mouth, it knew what was coming next. It did not, however, expect 280 pounds of angry bear to slash at its silken dragon body.
Ursaring used Façade!
A critical hit!
Dragonite lost 100% of its health
L-beast’s Dragonite fainted
“Dragonite!”
“He he”, went the Blitz
L-Beast quickly recovered from watching the Ursaring tear holes into the Dragonite with its jagged death.
“Earthquake! Gyara!”
A huge tremor tore through the field, which was, in this case, a small corridor.
Ruesap and Blitz where thrown backwards. The heavy frame of L-Beast stood still. The wall groaned, dust and plaster poured down on the battlers.
Ursaring was thrown on the wall, its mouth half full, and collapsed. The Burn had taken its toll. Blitz ran towards his fallen comrade. Raikou’s substitute was also torn to shreds. But not before a bolt of lighting, vengefully exploded from the crumbling ragdoll. Gyarados succumbed to its 4x weak and fell to the ground with a loud crash. L-Beast glared at the two and quickly ran off.
“Backup,” he yelled into his walkie-talkie, “Million Daggers is not here!”
The two battlers realised this as well, and stopped tending to their Pokemon. “Million?” they shouted in unison, “MD?”
* * *
The detective, not actually hearing these voices but sensing something anyway, jolted awake.
“swjk ces;ldlkjdl,” said he, then more intelligibly: “where am I?”
He was chained down to a pipe in the wall. There was a dim roar around him.
“Is someone there?” he yelled into the murky black.
“I could throw you off these falls right now, for all the trouble you’ve caused, Mr. Daggers”
“Who are you?”
“No one important,” said the shadow, “I am but a slave to the great Arceus.”
It was a cult! he said to himself, Slowflake was right, Arceus cults existed. And Ominous Doom and co. were part of one!
“We’ve looked for you for a while now. From Saffron onwards. Even our expertly trained hunters couldn’t find you,” his voice was delicate and whispery.
“Even Miss Rose”
The man walked away laughing, “Ahaha a private detective. We will leave in a few minutes.”
Million thought of his options.
There were no Pokeballs in his belt; obviously the man had taken them away. The chain was strong. He wouldn’t be able to snap it. But the pipe was pretty old. In a cupboard next to him there was the glisten of red. Perhaps there were pokeballs in there, he could use one to escape.
Ominous’ friends would be here at any minute. What should he do?
A.) Break the pipe, burst out of the storeroom and club Ominous Doom around the head.
B.) Try to open the cupboard and get a Pokeball out.
C.) Try to smooth talk your way out of a possibly messy situation
D.) Wait until Ominous’ friends come
Our hero is captured! Blitz and Ruesap are on the run! CrossDragon is still missing! And what the hell is happening with gameboy?!
Find out on the next thrilling episode of Dragon.. *runs out of ending jokes*
B wins.
Million was the last to get upon Aerodactyl’s back.
“Well, I reckon we should check out this Azure Flute,” he told his merry little gang, “GFaqs prison, it is.”
“I’ll see Ice again, the greatest Guard of all time!” Blitz remarked, then paused, “Shit I’m a wanted criminal.”
“Aeroy,” yelled Ruesap, his voice echoping within the stony temple walls, “Fly us out of here!”
The fossil bird obliged and tore a massive hole through the ancient building, through history itself.
“Aeroy!” it screamed, shrilly.
There was a nagging voice in Million’s mind. They had gotten so caught up in this mystery that he had left someone behind...
[QUOTE USER="CrossDragon" TIME="1207802231"]I thought the update was to look for Cross and Ominious? >_>[/QUOTE]
“I know, Cross,” he said, sadly, “I know. But my job was, first and foremost, to find out what happened to those two officers. I wouldn’t be much of a private detective if I didn’t finish my business with Iggy.”
“You’re not much of a private detective, anyway,” Blitz said, happily, “You should’ve stayed in Saffron but instead you’re taking a break...”
“<_<” said Million.
* * *
“They’re not here,” said Rose staring inside the ranger’s log cabin, at the very tip of Rock Tunnel.
A voice piped up from her earpiece. “Yes. They have left. Sources tell us they have spotted a large winged creature flying from Lavender. That, if anything, must be their transport.”
Rose nodded. “Where do you want me to go?”
“They were flying at approximately 80km per hour, in a North-Westerly direction. We don’t know where they’re headed, but at this rate, they’ll be at Vermillion City by noon, clearly not enough time.” There was a pause. “Yes, it is agreed, back to base immediately, and perhaps you can catch the magnet train to wherever they’re going. If they’re headed to Johto, we have our other officers on standby.”
Rose began to raise her hand to turn the earpiece off.
“And Agent Rose?”
“Yes, sir?”
“If you catch up with them, try not to kill them. We don’t want to cover up another Leaky Pelliper incident.
“Yessir, Mr. Fantasty.”
”Good.”
The line went dead.
* * *
“It’s amazing,” shouted Ruesap, his voice straining against the air current “how fast these creatures can fly!”
“But where are we going!?” the detective shouted at the top of his lungs.
This time Blitz piped up, “Gamefaqs prison is in Blackthorne! We’re going westwards!”
Million nodded, Johto, and gamefaqs prison
It was dinnertime when they had touched down just outside the Ice Cave.
“Great,” said Million, quickly putting on his coat, “more bloody ice.”
Blitz pointed towards the Dragon’s Den. “And we’ll find a lot more bloody Ice right through that gate” (see wut I did thar?)
“What are waiting for?” asked Ruesap walking towards the docks.
All visitors, please make their way to the security area before entering the Den. Thankyou and have a good evening.
Million walked over to the front desk. “Excuse me, ma’am,” he began, “We here to see, Warde—
Blitz interrupted, grabbing Million’s sleeve. “You’re not getting in that-a way. Let’s go boys.”
“Azumarril!”
The blue mouse Pokemon stood on a pile of three unconscious security guards. It flexed its muscles happily. Blitz shook his head, “The state of our law enforcement,” he said sadly. “Well? Put the uniforms on!”
Ten minutes later, Officer Daggers, Sap and Blitz walked casually through the front gates, without so much as a question aimed in their direction.
“Where’s his office?”
Blitz said nothing. He was sitting in the corner staring at the corner of the foyer, staring at the CCTV cameras. Prisoners, the worst to ever exist in Johto, languished in their cells.
“I ain’t going in there.”
“Oh come on, Mr. Blitz!” said Ruesap.
“Marrill! Marrill!”
Million fiddled in his pocket. There were several wrappers inside, a couple of irrelevant keys and...
“A key card. Come on guys.”
Blitz grudgingly got up and followed, Million, Ruesap and Azumarrill.
“If anything happens,” he said looking around warily, “I’m blaming you.”
Million walked over to the very end of the hallway, there was a door marked Security and Officials only. Placing the card on the door, he managed to get several results:
There was a green ping.
Then an alarm began to whine.
The door creaked open.
“Hello Mr. Daggers,” voices came from both sides. In front of the door stood a man in a sleek black suit. On the other, behind them, stood a man with a long black coat.
“Come with me,” they said simultaneously. He looked at both of them, who should I trust? He was answered with Pokemon battle music.
Shit,he thought. A double battle
* * *
"Feraligatr stop!" said the voice that we all know.
"Fera?"
The duo stood outside the Saffron Media Corporation and stared into the thick shiny windows.
"They'll know where CrossDragon is!" he said to noone in particular. The boy named gameboy, but who preferred to be called Jerem, stepped off his savage Crocodile pokemon. He stepped inside the building.
"Where's CrossDraon?" he bellowed.
"Excuse me sir," came a woman's voice, "Do you have an appointment?"
"I have an appointment with CrossDragon," said the boy determined not to give into her feminine wiles.
"Er... I'll go get him then shall I?"
"Yes."
Minutes later, too buff looking men stepped out of the elevator. They pointed at Jerem and moved towards him.
"Sir, we're going to have to ask you to leave."
"Where's CROSSDRAGON?!" he asked, his voice rising to new pitches.
"Sir, Cross--"
"GO! Garchmop!!"
"Garchmop?"
"CHOMP, MOP?" growled the fierce land shark as it exploded from its pokeball.
It gave a look of agony, then fel to the ground with a thud. Narrowly missing the two guards.
"Please try to keep it down," said a voice, as the smoke cleared. Truthiness stood with a Mamoswine by his side. "What do you want Mr. boy?"
"I want to see CrossDragon, NAO!"
"Why," began Truthi, "I think he left to Lavender town with Mr. Daggers, just a few days ago..."
ZOMG, thought gameboy3333, Lavender Town... And the gretest battle of all time....
"I'm actually heading off there myself, care to join me?"
Jerem nodded. He waved at the two astounded guards. "Bye bye," he said happily and ran out the building. Truthiness followed him.
"Wish me luck," he said nervously to the anxious faces that filled the foyer.
* * *
“Ruesap and me can take the suit,” said Blitz, “You get the hood!”
The man in the suit stepped into the light of description and was revealed to be a large man, with thick spectacles on resting on his pointy nose. He had a short black beard and a thick, tree-trunk neck. He flexed his biceps.
“Call me L-Beast,” he said gruffly, “And double battles are just my thing. Go Gyarados! Go Dragonite!”
“Go Ursaring!”
“Go Aer—,” Ruesap stared at his hands for a moment. Was it worth it? he asked himself and quickly made up his mind, I have to... “Go,” he shouted, “Raikou!”
“Ursa!” bellowed the bear.
“Raiii!”
Million was dumbstruck. What the hell was that thing?
From L-Beast’s side emerged his two dragons, one of the sort of a dragon, but not really.
“GRAHH!” [My god, I wish I was a real dragon]
“Nite!” [Screw you, Gyara]
Million shook his head and turned to the battle at hand. “If this is what it will take to stop you, Mr. Daggers,” said the hood taking a Pokeball himself, “Then it shall pass. We are Ominous Doom.”
“Okay this is getting ridiculous,” Million said out loud, “You’re dead!! First you come and kidnap Cross now this?”
The man sniggered. “Go! Spiritomb!”
“Shiftry, let him hav—
”Spiritomb, Pursuit!”
"Spiritomb"
In an instant the blob of smoke materialised in front of the detective’s face. It grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him underground.
“The detective’s downfall,” laughed the hood dryly, and then he too disappeared.
All this went unbeknownst, however, to the other three battlers and they bellowed commands to their pokemon.
“Ursaring! Façade on Dragonite!”
“Raikou, Sub!”
L-Beast laughed. “Both of you, Dragon Dance!”
The two leviathan’s did the same thing as a certain gameboy’s Feraligatr, they hopped up and down vigorously. The more observant reader can perhaps at this point understand that a Dragon Dance, all Dragon Dances in fact, will bear an uncanny similarity to Barney the Dinosaur. On mute.
The beasts roared, muscles bulging, reflexes pushed to the limit. Dragonite, in particular readied itself by throwing its Lum Berry into its mouth, it knew what was coming next. It did not, however, expect 280 pounds of angry bear to slash at its silken dragon body.
Ursaring used Façade!
A critical hit!
Dragonite lost 100% of its health
L-beast’s Dragonite fainted
“Dragonite!”
“He he”, went the Blitz
L-Beast quickly recovered from watching the Ursaring tear holes into the Dragonite with its jagged death.
“Earthquake! Gyara!”
A huge tremor tore through the field, which was, in this case, a small corridor.
Ruesap and Blitz where thrown backwards. The heavy frame of L-Beast stood still. The wall groaned, dust and plaster poured down on the battlers.
Ursaring was thrown on the wall, its mouth half full, and collapsed. The Burn had taken its toll. Blitz ran towards his fallen comrade. Raikou’s substitute was also torn to shreds. But not before a bolt of lighting, vengefully exploded from the crumbling ragdoll. Gyarados succumbed to its 4x weak and fell to the ground with a loud crash. L-Beast glared at the two and quickly ran off.
“Backup,” he yelled into his walkie-talkie, “Million Daggers is not here!”
The two battlers realised this as well, and stopped tending to their Pokemon. “Million?” they shouted in unison, “MD?”
* * *
The detective, not actually hearing these voices but sensing something anyway, jolted awake.
“swjk ces;ldlkjdl,” said he, then more intelligibly: “where am I?”
He was chained down to a pipe in the wall. There was a dim roar around him.
“Is someone there?” he yelled into the murky black.
“I could throw you off these falls right now, for all the trouble you’ve caused, Mr. Daggers”
“Who are you?”
“No one important,” said the shadow, “I am but a slave to the great Arceus.”
It was a cult! he said to himself, Slowflake was right, Arceus cults existed. And Ominous Doom and co. were part of one!
“We’ve looked for you for a while now. From Saffron onwards. Even our expertly trained hunters couldn’t find you,” his voice was delicate and whispery.
“Even Miss Rose”
The man walked away laughing, “Ahaha a private detective. We will leave in a few minutes.”
Million thought of his options.
There were no Pokeballs in his belt; obviously the man had taken them away. The chain was strong. He wouldn’t be able to snap it. But the pipe was pretty old. In a cupboard next to him there was the glisten of red. Perhaps there were pokeballs in there, he could use one to escape.
Ominous’ friends would be here at any minute. What should he do?
A.) Break the pipe, burst out of the storeroom and club Ominous Doom around the head.
B.) Try to open the cupboard and get a Pokeball out.
C.) Try to smooth talk your way out of a possibly messy situation
D.) Wait until Ominous’ friends come
Our hero is captured! Blitz and Ruesap are on the run! CrossDragon is still missing! And what the hell is happening with gameboy?!
Find out on the next thrilling episode of Dragon.. *runs out of ending jokes*
[QUOTE USER="Rose" TIME="1208272452"]I'm a terrible assassin :( And I work for Fantasy omg. Totally didn't see that one coming >_> /sarcasm
So umm... B.)[/QUOTE]
Woah that was fast. It wasn't that obvious was it? <_<
Well, once again, close... but not really :P
EDIT: And even though, as an assassin you haven't caught your target, you've killed a pub full of people, and Kurt so.. <_< anyway I'm not arguing, you're my character, lol >_>
So umm... B.)[/QUOTE]
Woah that was fast. It wasn't that obvious was it? <_<
Well, once again, close... but not really :P
EDIT: And even though, as an assassin you haven't caught your target, you've killed a pub full of people, and Kurt so.. <_< anyway I'm not arguing, you're my character, lol >_>
B wins, tally ho update time!
“Mr. Doom?” Million Daggers called from inside the storage room. From what he had gathered they were atop a cliff of some sort, in Dragon’s Den, and any form of blind escape would result in a fatal plummet into the icy waters of death below—a corpse, victim to the blood thirsty flesh gobbling Dratini who make their residence there. Probably.
“Mr. Doom!”
The acolytes Spiritomb materialised through the wall, its glowing green eyes pierced the detective’s.
“Spirito-ohohohmb!” [tee-hee] it giggled manically.
“Yes, yes, what is it?” Ominous Doom said impatiently, as he walked on inside.
“Can I make a deal with you?”
“No,” said the man named Doom abruptly, and began to storm on outside.
“Wait!” called Million holding out his hand, “You’re—
A shadowy fist connected with his cheek and pounded him towards the brick wall. Spiritomb pulled back its Sucker Punch and gave a grin of satisfaction. Slightly disconcerted, Ominous turned back around. Million could taste blood but ignored it.
“Only Arceus could ever provide us wi—
“Yes, yes, we’ve heard it all before,” interrupted the detective, “But what is it that you really want? I mean, it seems to me that you could pray to Arceus six times a day every day and yet you’d still be stuck here bringing stupid private detectives to some sort of indeterminate justice.”
Million stared into the man’s hard eyes, the only part visible. The rest of his face was covered by a thick brown hood, a clever literary device, utilised by lazy plot writers to avoid the generic description. But Million stared nonetheless. The acolyte’s gaze faltered.
“Celibacy, eh?” Million said with a grin, “That’s bound to suck.”
This time Ominous Doom interrupted, “In Saffron,” he said, pausing occasionally and looking around with haunted suspicion, “You, you have women, yes?”
“Not just Saffron, buddy.”
“And they would be willing to, you know, a, well, man of, er, the cloth?”
”Ready, willing and able.”
“I..,” the man seemed to regain his composure, “Saffron City is the quintessential Sodom and Gomorrah. It shall fall in time, but right now I am on a sacred mission, a holy mission. I must take...I must bring—
The man looked to the grown and shuffled his feet on the ground. Spiritomb stared at him questioningly. All this time Million had been slowly inching his way to the cupboard next to him. The one with the red glimmer, yes. There was indeed a pokeball inside, and carefully and delicately he snatched one and slipped it into his sock.
Ominous looked up.
“They will be here soon.”
“Aw, you don’t want to take up my offer?”
The acolyte’s features darkened, insofar as it is possible for a shadow to get darker.
“I am Arceus’ divine warrior!”
Million yanked at the rusty pipe he was chained to. “Well,” he said, “He should’ve given you a weapon.” He swung the pipe at Spiritomb with all the force he could muster.
It doesn’t affect Spiritomb!
“Shit,” swore the detective, and swung again, this time at Ominous Doom. The acolyte jumped back.
“Spiritomb! Shadow Sneak!”
“TOMB!” [Not so fast, laddy]
Million couldn’t breathe. He fell backwards clutching at his stomach. The ghost’s attack had seemingly pierced his vital organs and he lay on the ground coughing.
It’s not very effective...
“Seemed pretty damn effective to me,” said Arceus’ divine warrior.
Million Daggers slowly drifted out of consciousness, which, he mused, was happening much too often.
* * *
In a room which we haven’t entered since the prologue...
“They have caught him, and such?” said a voice.
“Our reports say so, hmm.. yes... Ominous Doom...” said another.
“Finally someone has succeeded,” said a third.
“It would happen in due time,” said the first, “Million, with a space, Daggers is not a particularly intelligent man.”
“Nor is he that much of a detective.” A laugh. A snicker. A ‘hmm... yes’.
“And yet your Rose never managed to catch him.”
“Disappointing. But I presume she has been told to return to the closest base.”
“Indeed.”
“And CrossDragon?”
“We will deal with him.”
“Pardon me?”
“That’s what the man who once made residence in the chair next to me would’ve said had he not been indisposed.” In the darkness, there were several indistinguishable nods.
“Hmm.. yes...” said the one which was somewhat creepy. “Truly, I would love to see Million Dagger’s face when I cleave the skin off his bones. I will make his vomit vomit that such atrocities were ever committed upon his mortal frame, hmm... yes...”
“You’re creepy,” said one voice. There was a murmur of general agreement.
“And Ruesap must be caught.”
“Yes, the man who created Mewtwo must be taken. He would be—”
“Invaluable. Hmm... yes... Gamefaqs prison, our sources tell me.”
“L-Beast will find him,” said the second voice, not to be confused with the other second voice, or the other one, “He’s a good soldier.”
“Our spies on Fantasty inform us of Million’s plan to find the hackers.”
“Spies?”
“That’s old news isn’t it? Like four chapters ago. You’re telling me that our plans haven’t moved any further, since our last meeting?”
“Of course they bloody well have, I was just generally speaking for the benefit of any third parties currently employed in listening to our conversation.”
“Which there are none?”
“Well I think we can all agree on one thing.”
“Hmm.. yes...”
“If we fail in our plans once more. If Million Dagger’s is not quickly done away with then...”
“We’re all proper buggered.”
“Yes. Buggered and whenceways. Sun up, sun down and then some. This meeting is adjourned, adieu gentlemen.”
“I’m going to have a shower.”
“k,” and the evil laughter began. "Muhahah," it went. And so on.
* * *
They were running. They had been running for the past half hour. L-Beast’s back up was apparently a ceaseless wave of armed, unremarkably trained, cannon fodder guards.
“Fucking run, dammit!”
“Where the hell is Million?”
Prisoners jeered and shouted at Ruesap and Blitz as they bolted through the Western Wing of Gamefaqs Prison.
“We’ll find Ice first, get the flute,” Ruesap puffed, “Then we head off to find the detective.”
“Sounds like a plan,” responded Blitz and told Azumarril to CB Aqua Jet a random kidnapper and arsonist, for his own kicks.
“Really, Mr. Blitz. That’s quite unnecessary!”
He turned around. “Raikou, Thunderbolt!”
The legendary beats of lighting who had now amassed a half dozen Calm Minds, blasted their pursuers with an unrelenting wave of electrical vengeance.
”Kou! [Hiyah!]
There was an explosion. Or two.
“Ice’s quarters are that-a-way,” Blitz shouted over the screams, “Let’s make haste.”
“Why would you even say that?” Ruesap asked.
“It’s something that heroes say, I think.”
“Well in that case, let’s make haste!”
“Let’s make haste. Onwards and upwards."
"Come with me if you want to live! Infinity and beyond!!”
* * *
“Do you really have to kill everything that pisses you off?” Truthiness asked, resting on the back of his Mamoswine.
A Kadabra lay on the ground, with Feraligatr sniffing his body. Gameboy3333 was skipping rocks over a small pond. “Not really,” he said.
“Well, we’re going into a big city,” said Truthiness, “At least try to be civil.”
“CrossDragon that sonofabitch, I’ll kill him, running out n me and well you know...”
“Probably,” replied Truthiness, apathetically. He was punching letters into his mobile phone. “I expect we’ll be there in a few days. That is,” he pointed at the pokemon bodies sprawled around them, “We don’t get arrested by the RSPCP."
And to the world in general, "guess what that stands for." (Royal Society For Prevention Of Cruelty To Pokemon, for those that didn't guess)
“lulz,” said gameboy3333. Then he jumped up and pointed at the horizon, “What the hell is that?”
Truthiness turned around, “Professor Slowflake apparently called the Paper and said he could do my interview any t—holy shit!” he blurted out of character.
A cloud of smoke was blossoming in the Westward. It was getting bigger and bigger, hums and bellows were emanating from this moving bulk. “Exeggutor?”
He was right. The three-headed coconut trees were sprinting towards him at seemingly lighting speed. “They’re so fast!” said gameboy3333, in a tone indistinguishable from sarcasm, but probably wasn't. The day was cloudy, so it couldn’t possibly be a Chlorophyll rampage.
”Tor! Exegg!” [Must feed!]
A solar beam blasted just past Truthiness’ head burning his fringe slightly. The air around him fizzled with a dim green light. “Shall we run, Mr. boy3333?” he said nervously. Mamoswine woke up as his trainer began to hoist himself up on him.
“Let’s do,” said the boy hopping onto his Gator.
“EXEGGUTOR!” [ZOMG they're leaving!]
They ran.
* * *
CrossDragon looked up. He had just finished carving another notch into his mouldy brick wall. He had apparently been stuck in a cell with little sustenance for a bit over a week. He didn’t know where he was.
“Dammit Daggers,” Cross said to himself, as mad prisoners are often wont to do. “Where the hell are you?”
He rattled his cage. Then he heard footsteps. A glow of a torch began to make its way closer and closer.
“Hey! Get me out of here!” CrossDragon yelled, quite madly, one would presume.
The hooded man holding the torch, was upon closer inspection not named Ominous Doom, in fact, it wasn’t a man at all.
“CrossDragon?”
As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he recognised a face.
“I’m on your side,” said Rose and unlocked Cross’ cell door. And later on, they too ran. In fact everyone was running today--except Million Daggers who was knocked out, and wouldn't have run, even if he was conscious and kicking. Because he's brave. <_<
* * *
Now since this chapter has been a befuddling gamut of events, a veritable plethora of plot and character development, I will give the readers their simple, yet expansive, options. Options which, when chosen, are often based on personal and selfish whim. I say selfish because the chooser will simply pick the one with their respective name on it. But, then again, what’s a writer to do?
Shall we:
A.) Follow Million Dagger’s story?
B.) Blitz and Ruesap?
C.) Or Truthiness and gameboy3333?
So CrossDragon is out of his prison. Rose has done something that would certainly piss a lot of people off. Million is unconscious (again) and the other four are running away from large and certainly grumpy masses.
What’s gonna happen next!!1? In the words of William Shakespeare, "Hold onto your pants, or something!"
“Mr. Doom?” Million Daggers called from inside the storage room. From what he had gathered they were atop a cliff of some sort, in Dragon’s Den, and any form of blind escape would result in a fatal plummet into the icy waters of death below—a corpse, victim to the blood thirsty flesh gobbling Dratini who make their residence there. Probably.
“Mr. Doom!”
The acolytes Spiritomb materialised through the wall, its glowing green eyes pierced the detective’s.
“Spirito-ohohohmb!” [tee-hee] it giggled manically.
“Yes, yes, what is it?” Ominous Doom said impatiently, as he walked on inside.
“Can I make a deal with you?”
“No,” said the man named Doom abruptly, and began to storm on outside.
“Wait!” called Million holding out his hand, “You’re—
A shadowy fist connected with his cheek and pounded him towards the brick wall. Spiritomb pulled back its Sucker Punch and gave a grin of satisfaction. Slightly disconcerted, Ominous turned back around. Million could taste blood but ignored it.
“Only Arceus could ever provide us wi—
“Yes, yes, we’ve heard it all before,” interrupted the detective, “But what is it that you really want? I mean, it seems to me that you could pray to Arceus six times a day every day and yet you’d still be stuck here bringing stupid private detectives to some sort of indeterminate justice.”
Million stared into the man’s hard eyes, the only part visible. The rest of his face was covered by a thick brown hood, a clever literary device, utilised by lazy plot writers to avoid the generic description. But Million stared nonetheless. The acolyte’s gaze faltered.
“Celibacy, eh?” Million said with a grin, “That’s bound to suck.”
This time Ominous Doom interrupted, “In Saffron,” he said, pausing occasionally and looking around with haunted suspicion, “You, you have women, yes?”
“Not just Saffron, buddy.”
“And they would be willing to, you know, a, well, man of, er, the cloth?”
”Ready, willing and able.”
“I..,” the man seemed to regain his composure, “Saffron City is the quintessential Sodom and Gomorrah. It shall fall in time, but right now I am on a sacred mission, a holy mission. I must take...I must bring—
The man looked to the grown and shuffled his feet on the ground. Spiritomb stared at him questioningly. All this time Million had been slowly inching his way to the cupboard next to him. The one with the red glimmer, yes. There was indeed a pokeball inside, and carefully and delicately he snatched one and slipped it into his sock.
Ominous looked up.
“They will be here soon.”
“Aw, you don’t want to take up my offer?”
The acolyte’s features darkened, insofar as it is possible for a shadow to get darker.
“I am Arceus’ divine warrior!”
Million yanked at the rusty pipe he was chained to. “Well,” he said, “He should’ve given you a weapon.” He swung the pipe at Spiritomb with all the force he could muster.
It doesn’t affect Spiritomb!
“Shit,” swore the detective, and swung again, this time at Ominous Doom. The acolyte jumped back.
“Spiritomb! Shadow Sneak!”
“TOMB!” [Not so fast, laddy]
Million couldn’t breathe. He fell backwards clutching at his stomach. The ghost’s attack had seemingly pierced his vital organs and he lay on the ground coughing.
It’s not very effective...
“Seemed pretty damn effective to me,” said Arceus’ divine warrior.
Million Daggers slowly drifted out of consciousness, which, he mused, was happening much too often.
* * *
In a room which we haven’t entered since the prologue...
“They have caught him, and such?” said a voice.
“Our reports say so, hmm.. yes... Ominous Doom...” said another.
“Finally someone has succeeded,” said a third.
“It would happen in due time,” said the first, “Million, with a space, Daggers is not a particularly intelligent man.”
“Nor is he that much of a detective.” A laugh. A snicker. A ‘hmm... yes’.
“And yet your Rose never managed to catch him.”
“Disappointing. But I presume she has been told to return to the closest base.”
“Indeed.”
“And CrossDragon?”
“We will deal with him.”
“Pardon me?”
“That’s what the man who once made residence in the chair next to me would’ve said had he not been indisposed.” In the darkness, there were several indistinguishable nods.
“Hmm.. yes...” said the one which was somewhat creepy. “Truly, I would love to see Million Dagger’s face when I cleave the skin off his bones. I will make his vomit vomit that such atrocities were ever committed upon his mortal frame, hmm... yes...”
“You’re creepy,” said one voice. There was a murmur of general agreement.
“And Ruesap must be caught.”
“Yes, the man who created Mewtwo must be taken. He would be—”
“Invaluable. Hmm... yes... Gamefaqs prison, our sources tell me.”
“L-Beast will find him,” said the second voice, not to be confused with the other second voice, or the other one, “He’s a good soldier.”
“Our spies on Fantasty inform us of Million’s plan to find the hackers.”
“Spies?”
“That’s old news isn’t it? Like four chapters ago. You’re telling me that our plans haven’t moved any further, since our last meeting?”
“Of course they bloody well have, I was just generally speaking for the benefit of any third parties currently employed in listening to our conversation.”
“Which there are none?”
“Well I think we can all agree on one thing.”
“Hmm.. yes...”
“If we fail in our plans once more. If Million Dagger’s is not quickly done away with then...”
“We’re all proper buggered.”
“Yes. Buggered and whenceways. Sun up, sun down and then some. This meeting is adjourned, adieu gentlemen.”
“I’m going to have a shower.”
“k,” and the evil laughter began. "Muhahah," it went. And so on.
* * *
They were running. They had been running for the past half hour. L-Beast’s back up was apparently a ceaseless wave of armed, unremarkably trained, cannon fodder guards.
“Fucking run, dammit!”
“Where the hell is Million?”
Prisoners jeered and shouted at Ruesap and Blitz as they bolted through the Western Wing of Gamefaqs Prison.
“We’ll find Ice first, get the flute,” Ruesap puffed, “Then we head off to find the detective.”
“Sounds like a plan,” responded Blitz and told Azumarril to CB Aqua Jet a random kidnapper and arsonist, for his own kicks.
“Really, Mr. Blitz. That’s quite unnecessary!”
He turned around. “Raikou, Thunderbolt!”
The legendary beats of lighting who had now amassed a half dozen Calm Minds, blasted their pursuers with an unrelenting wave of electrical vengeance.
”Kou! [Hiyah!]
There was an explosion. Or two.
“Ice’s quarters are that-a-way,” Blitz shouted over the screams, “Let’s make haste.”
“Why would you even say that?” Ruesap asked.
“It’s something that heroes say, I think.”
“Well in that case, let’s make haste!”
“Let’s make haste. Onwards and upwards."
"Come with me if you want to live! Infinity and beyond!!”
* * *
“Do you really have to kill everything that pisses you off?” Truthiness asked, resting on the back of his Mamoswine.
A Kadabra lay on the ground, with Feraligatr sniffing his body. Gameboy3333 was skipping rocks over a small pond. “Not really,” he said.
“Well, we’re going into a big city,” said Truthiness, “At least try to be civil.”
“CrossDragon that sonofabitch, I’ll kill him, running out n me and well you know...”
“Probably,” replied Truthiness, apathetically. He was punching letters into his mobile phone. “I expect we’ll be there in a few days. That is,” he pointed at the pokemon bodies sprawled around them, “We don’t get arrested by the RSPCP."
And to the world in general, "guess what that stands for." (Royal Society For Prevention Of Cruelty To Pokemon, for those that didn't guess)
“lulz,” said gameboy3333. Then he jumped up and pointed at the horizon, “What the hell is that?”
Truthiness turned around, “Professor Slowflake apparently called the Paper and said he could do my interview any t—holy shit!” he blurted out of character.
A cloud of smoke was blossoming in the Westward. It was getting bigger and bigger, hums and bellows were emanating from this moving bulk. “Exeggutor?”
He was right. The three-headed coconut trees were sprinting towards him at seemingly lighting speed. “They’re so fast!” said gameboy3333, in a tone indistinguishable from sarcasm, but probably wasn't. The day was cloudy, so it couldn’t possibly be a Chlorophyll rampage.
”Tor! Exegg!” [Must feed!]
A solar beam blasted just past Truthiness’ head burning his fringe slightly. The air around him fizzled with a dim green light. “Shall we run, Mr. boy3333?” he said nervously. Mamoswine woke up as his trainer began to hoist himself up on him.
“Let’s do,” said the boy hopping onto his Gator.
“EXEGGUTOR!” [ZOMG they're leaving!]
They ran.
* * *
CrossDragon looked up. He had just finished carving another notch into his mouldy brick wall. He had apparently been stuck in a cell with little sustenance for a bit over a week. He didn’t know where he was.
“Dammit Daggers,” Cross said to himself, as mad prisoners are often wont to do. “Where the hell are you?”
He rattled his cage. Then he heard footsteps. A glow of a torch began to make its way closer and closer.
“Hey! Get me out of here!” CrossDragon yelled, quite madly, one would presume.
The hooded man holding the torch, was upon closer inspection not named Ominous Doom, in fact, it wasn’t a man at all.
“CrossDragon?”
As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he recognised a face.
“I’m on your side,” said Rose and unlocked Cross’ cell door. And later on, they too ran. In fact everyone was running today--except Million Daggers who was knocked out, and wouldn't have run, even if he was conscious and kicking. Because he's brave. <_<
* * *
Now since this chapter has been a befuddling gamut of events, a veritable plethora of plot and character development, I will give the readers their simple, yet expansive, options. Options which, when chosen, are often based on personal and selfish whim. I say selfish because the chooser will simply pick the one with their respective name on it. But, then again, what’s a writer to do?
Shall we:
A.) Follow Million Dagger’s story?
B.) Blitz and Ruesap?
C.) Or Truthiness and gameboy3333?
So CrossDragon is out of his prison. Rose has done something that would certainly piss a lot of people off. Million is unconscious (again) and the other four are running away from large and certainly grumpy masses.
What’s gonna happen next!!1? In the words of William Shakespeare, "Hold onto your pants, or something!"
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