The Retelling of Pokémon Colosseum
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April 6th, 2008 (1:06 AM). Edited March 22nd, 2014 by bobandbill.
Join Date: Mar 2008
Location: Central Coast - Australia
Originally Posted by
The Loan Sharks thing and the Happy loan thing
In addition I did not know what glum meant, I originally guessed its meaning judging by the context it was used in and that the first 2 letters were the first 2 letters of gloom. When I looked it up to confirm it my guess was right. In fact your fanfic was the first time I saw/heard the word "glum" in it.
Fair enough then.
Anyways - it had been the loan sharks one - the reference in the previous chapter... well, you had mentioned it in your post! 'Twas the side-effects from the truth serum - breakdancing, loss of bone density and what not. It's in the information for some plants such as clover if you look in the 'pokedex' equilvelent of the Pikmin world *coughEarthcough*.
Originally Posted by
Ok, now I finished the chapter.
It's so great how you think outside the box. I've always wondered about the Gear, too. You can't fit that in a bag. X.x Backaches!
Anyway, I love it...and I can't wait for Miror B.! Everyone has weird names...I thinked for most of my Colosseum files, my name was Seth and my partner was Anca. That's only cause I saw it in Nintendo Power and I thought they fit the description for the names, anyway. O_o
Can't wait to read more!
Thanks a lot then. I had named my characters 'Hungry', and Rui... well, I was feeling random, so called her 'Romario'... (see chapter one).
Originally Posted by
How many more chapters should it be until we get to fighting Miror B.? And for that matter I can't wait til we get to purify Croconaw (Which should mean instant evolution into Feraligator), snag Entei and I also can't wait til we get to Lady Venus.
You don't intend to implement D/P evolutions of Wes' Pokes do you? Like if Wes finds a Dusk Stone and decides to use it on his (eventually to be) purified Misdrevous and have it evolve into Mismagius? I mean if Colosseum took place the time G/S/C and D/P (they occurred at around the same time) then Mismagius and other evolved forms of Gen 1 and Gen 2 and Gen 3 Pokes (that were introduced in D/P) would exist. I highly suggest you do this as it allows more originality to be produced.
Originally Posted by
Aside from me falling in love with Honchkrow, I've fallen for Mismagius, too. :3
But, considering that's not a part of the gameline...I dunno. D/P wasn't released when Colosseum came out...which would make it...akward. But, it's bobandbill's story, so whatever he so chooses, I'll like it anyway.
And now I'm supposed to be making a vid about the state government. What the heck? I hate movie maker so far...X.x
Originally Posted by
-Well it really does not matter when the games were released in the real world, it only matters if those games' story line occurs around the same time or before/after the story line of other games. So if we were writing a fan fic about G/S/C we could write about the extra evolutions added in D/P (D/P's story line was around the time of G/S/C's story line) or Hoenn Pokes (because R/S/E's story line was around the time of R/B/Y/FR/LG). If Colleseum's story line was around the same time/afterwards of the story line of G/S/C or D/P then it would work.
-Yeah we will wait for bobandbill to decide
-And get real video editing software
Well, my views are this - the storylines were not made at the same time (Colosseum came before Diamond and Pearl) - but doesn't mean that Sinnoh came after Orre - it's like saying there was no land where America was before it was discovered (for lack of the better example). So basically, there would be those 4th gen evolutions running around - but probably more so in Sinnoh than other places (e.g. more Dusk stones in Sinnoh mayhaps?)
As for what I'll do... well, you'll have to wait and see.
Truth be told - haven't quite decided yet - regarding evolution and purification, I might even go against the expected and not have, say, Makuhita and Croconaw evolve (who said they have to be at level 30 anyway?). Don't see any reason not to have 4th gen Pokemon involved - but am undecided on what to do - I'll worry about it when I get to it.
Nice discussion but - nice to see.
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I tried to be critical as I read this story, but I could only find two grammatical mistakes, other than that it's a great story.
Uhm, it's IGGLYBUFF, not IGGYBUFF.
Together with who? I get what you meant, but the sentence was misworded.
Thanks for those - have been fixed... (stupid IggLybuff...
) . Glad you liked the story as well.
Anyway, here is the next chapter. The 2nd last of the quick-posting spree (although no ten may not be far after
With the new chapter comes a new pastry, and a re-call of a character that has featured once thus-far in the story. And of course, a lot of comedy thrown in as well. Enjoy!
Chapter 8 - Shopping for Victory
There was a short pause before everyone reacted to the news. Even Johnson looked astonished - he actually seemed to have understood what Duking had just said.
“So... Plusle isn’t at Super Happy Fun Time Camp?” one of the children said quietly.
"So that's why you've been acting so restrained!" Sherles said before a loud wail stopped him from continuing.
"You m-mean… P-P-Plusle is… gone?" stammered Marcia.
"NO!" bawled the other girl. "THEY TOOK PLUSLE!"
"Oh dear…" Rui said moving to try and comfort the girls with hugs. "But how could Miror B use such a dirty trick? Somehow, he doesn't seem the kind to do that."
"Yes, but we've only encountered him briefly…" said Wes. "Can't really judge him on one encounter."
"Yes, you see what kind of a situation I'm in," Duking said. "I couldn't even appear to be investigating the Colosseum, as otherwise they could…" Duking trailed off, leaving the sentence unfinished.
Everyone fell silent, pondering the dim situation.
"Could what?" Johnson finally said.
(How dumb can you get?)
Espeon cried out in frustration.
"Oh yeah, sorry, Duking," apologised Johnson. "But don't worry, I'm sure it's fine."
"Plusle was a 'she', not an 'it'," corrected Nett, looking glum.
"Sorry," Johnson said, before he realised that the children seemed to him somewhat upset by Plusle's disappearance. "Don't look so sad! Hey, I have some advice that'll help cheer you up!" he added.
Wes looked at Johnson, wondering what advice the children would have to suffer.
"Be on the lookout for things that make you laugh," he recommended. "If you see nothing worth laughing at, pretend you see it, then laugh."
(Sounds about right,)
Makuhita exclaimed, looking around the room for something. Seemingly unable to find it, he turned to Johnson and gave him a punch in the gut, causing Johnson to cringe in pain.
"What was that for?" asked Johnson.
"Anyway…" continued Duking, somewhat distracted by Johnson's gems of wisdom, "I've decided to take action, instead of letting Miror B and his goons walk all over me. That's why… I need your help. I can't do anything - but maybe you can."
Ws thought for a moment, before nodding.
I’m still not used to this helping business, but I would want help if my own Pokémon were kidnapped
. He then tried to ignore his brain helpfully remind him he had helped steal Pokémon himself. "Ok… but how?" asked Wes.
"I want you in the Colosseum challenge, and then to find out what's going on - how, when, anything. Even better would be if you actually won the challenge - then you could get some Pokémon that's rumoured to be given out to the winners. I’m fairly sure they are behind it, and something crooked is going on with that."
"Not a bad idea. But Pokémon get given out? How do you know?" asked Sherles. Wes noticed that Sherles was trying to appear as if he hadn't been helping out Duking behind his back.
Wes thought as he looked at the large man.
Wouldn't want to make Duking angry.
"Sherles, I know perfectly well that you already know that," replied Duking. Sherles looked slightly surprised, but took it in his stride, shrugging his shoulders in reply.
"Well, then… you do?" asked Sherles.
"Why yes," answered Duking. "And I also know that my children have been helping too," he added, turning to them. "I do have at least some idea on what you do back in that cave. Not to mention that you've left a file open on the computer."
"Dad…" began Secc, but Duking held his hand up for silence.
"And for that, I'm proud of you. The fact that you decided to act - something I should have done a long time ago. So, Sherles," said Duking with a slight tone of happiness and pride in his voice, twisting his head to him, "anything else I should know?" he queried, with a wry smile.
"Yes, I'm afraid so," responded Sherles.
A long and lengthy summary of the present situation followed, detailing Cipher's and Team Snagem's growing power, which had been averted by Wes and Co. To say the least, Duking was shocked.
"I'm shocked!" said Duking. "All this has been happening in our town? And they've been making Shadow Pokémon - those lousy, low-life… loafers… they'll rue the day that they dared enter this town…"
"Calm down, Duking," warned Sherles as Duking picked up a stress ball and gave it a run for its money.
"Don't worry, I'll try and find out what I can through the Colosseum challenge," assured Wes.
"Yes… you're right. I can tell from a glance you are no ordinary trainer, Wes."
"So," coughed Sherles, "I've been thinking - you sure that with the more time spent with a Shadow Pokémon and the correct treatment given to it, the less… Shadow-like it becomes?" asked Sherles.
"Yes - there's no doubt about that," answered Secc.
"Well, the thing now is that Wes has… nine Shadow Pokémon. So how can he purify them at the same time? I think it's best that we purify all the Pokémon as soon as possible."
"Well, I can't, can I?" answered Wes. "Unless you can bend the law saying that I can be excluded from having more than six Pokémon at a time, but I doubt that," he continued. A shake of the head from Sherles confirmed this. All in the room fell silent, pondering this dilemma.
"Ahem," coughed Rui quietly.
Still the room was silent. Rui coughed again, slightly louder.
"You have a sore throat?" asked Wes.
"Espeon! Espi Esp,"
(I'm thinking that Rui wants to suggest that she should take care of the other Pokémon-)
"Oh, be quiet, Espeon, can't you see we're trying to think?" asked Secc.
"What about me?" asked Rui eventually, slightly annoyed that nobody had caught her drift yet.
"What about you?" asked Johnson, confused.
"What about if I took care of the Pokémon? Seeing as I don't have any and can take up to another six and so then all of the Shadow Pokémon can be purified at once until we get some more?"
"What a good idea!" said Wes at length. "Why didn't you say so before?"
"But Rui, wouldn't you need a trainer card or a P*DA to authorise you with the right to have Pokémon for training?" asked Sherles.
"But I have one!" cried Rui. "The teacher at the Pre Gym gave me one - remember, Wes?"
"Well, that's great!" said Sherles with a smile. "Might as well give her some of the Pokémon now, Wes."
And so within a few minutes, Rui officially became a trainer and the new owner of Quagsire, Flaaffy, Skiploom, Furret and Slugma.
"Wow… I have Pokémon! And five to boot!" Rui said happily. "I wonder if I should nickname them?"
"Um, maybe later, Rui," Wes said quickly, not sure that the Shadow Pokémon deserved nicknames that Rui could come up with. “Besides, they’re hard to command as it is and may have had nicknames before – best to address them by species name for the time being.”
"Well, now that's sorted out, I'll just give you a free ticket to the Colosseum challenge," said Duking. “Don't lose this - just show it to the receptionist tomorrow and you'll be good to go. Best of luck!" he called, as Wes and Rui departed.
"Thanks!" replied Wes.
Wes and Rui decided to head over to the Poké Mart to stock up on supplies and buy some food for the next day. To their dismay, Johnson followed them, still eager to 'help', but Wes thought that at least shopping would distract him.
However, Wes immediately regretted stepping into the shop. The moment he stepped in the teenager wrinkled his nose at the overwhelming smell of cheese. The state of the shop reflected the state of the town. Food was stacked in illogical order, with the store seemingly housing multiple climates within it - one side of the store was producing cold air from the fridges storing the refrigerated stock, while the opposite side of the store was overwhelmingly hot, like a humid rainforest.
"Weird things they sell…" said Rui, eyeing some of the products."Hey, look, books!" she cried, spotting a tray of books. She ran to examine them.
"Hey, Wes, I've been wondering," Johnson began.
"What is it, Johnson?" Wes sighed.
"Is it true that when you die in your dreams, you die in reality?"
"Ok, only I heard it from someone, and I had a dream in which I died, but I hadn't really died…" explained Johnson.
It's true that you should die…
"Oh dear…" Rui said, still glancing at the books.
"What?" asked Wes curiously, craning his neck to look at them.
"These books seem rather odd…" muttered Rui as she picked up a few. "Look at this one - 'The Adventures of Rondam and Fiends'?"
"Ok then… that IS an odd title…" agreed Wes.
"'The Official Game Guide to Pokémon Colosseum'? That's odd, didn't think Pyrite could have any games, let alone game guides - hey, it looks like Espeon is on the cover! And look that this one - 'Curious George and the High-Voltage Fence'…" Rui's voice trailed off as she reread the title of the last story.
"Wonder what happens in that story?" Johnson asked.
"Johnson… how about you go look for some ice cream?" said Wes.
"Yay!" shouted Johnson, bounding over to the refrigerated section.
"However did he get to that age with such a small amount of brain cells?" said Wes, scratching his head.
"I don't know."
"Neither do I. But I'm sure he'll go far one day."
"You sure?" asked Rui.
"Yes - and the sooner he goes, the better," Wes added, causing Rui to laugh.
"Aha! Ice cream!" cried Johnson triumphantly, before opening a fridge door and stepping instead to get some. He failed to notice the fridge door close behind him until he tried to get out.
"Hey! Little help here, people?" a muffled voice sounded from the fridge, as Johnson tried to open the door – unfortunately, it wasn't budging one bit.
"What's that? Sorry, can't hear you," replied Wes, blatantly ignoring Johnson's dilemma. "Hey!" he added, as a bystander tapped him on the shoulder a bit too hard. He rubbed his shoulder and frowned.
Right in a pressure point too...
"Psst, guy!" the stranger whispered to Wes and wiggling his eyebrows.
"Um, what is it?" asked Wes while glaring at the earnest old man, who didn't seem to have noticed what he had done.
"If I was to offer you ten Poké Balls for ten dollars, would you take it?"
"If I knew of such a deal, I'd keep it to myself!" the man chuckled.
"Oh, very funny…" muttered Wes, not at all impressed by the joke. Meanwhile, the man went over to view Johnson struggling to break free from his icy prison.
"How about if I offered you ten Poké Balls for ten dollars?" asked the man, ignoring Johnson's pleas for freedom. Johnson then resorted to banging on the door to get the man's attention.
"Hmm, you seem to be of the suspicious sort," the man finally remarked, before walking off.
"You done yet, Rui?" Wes called.
"I guess so," she answered, appearing from an aisle with a large number of items in her arms. Wes's eyes burgled at the sight of the pile, which appeared to be several food items with a pair of legs. Even the shop keeper looked surprised that Rui could ruffle out so much food in so little time, and fresh normal content at that.
"Ok, we'll just have some bread, butter, ham, this yellow cheese, tomatoes, lettuce… potatoes, three Super Potions - actually, make that four - a couple of carrots, a packet of peas, , a bunch of bananas, an orange, apple juice, a pineapple, some rice - ahh, Uncle Ben's rice - biscuits, pretzels, two packets of chips - I believe they're on special - some food for the Pokémon, window cleaner, more bananas, a box of chocolates, a turkey, this stylish toaster…”
"What next, the kitchen sink?" murmured Wes.
"Hey, look, baklava!" cried Rui, spotting a small packet of the aforementioned item of food on a nearby shelf. She immediately dropped everything and went to examine it - unfortunately for the shop keeper, Rui had dropped the majority on his head.
"Hmm, I'll think we'll just take this actually," Rui said. She then jumped back in surprised upon seeing the owner's angry face. "What?" The shop keeper just gave her a furious glare as he went to put every item back from where Rui got them, as Wes and Rui waited patiently. As the shopkeeper came back, he noticed Rui staring intently at the baklava.
"What is it?" he asked.
"I think we'll pass on the baklava actually. Could you please bring everything back?" asked Rui sweetly.
"You mean to say," began the shop keeper none too happily and in a slow, annoyed voice, "you dropped stuff on my head, decided to make me take all of that stuff back, and now you've changed your mind? You seriously want me to go back and get all of those things?"
"Err… pretty please?" tried Rui.
"OUT!" commanded the shop keeper.
"Stupid shop…" grumbled Rui as she and Wes walked out of the store. "At least I still have the baklava," she added, producing the packet of pastries from behind her back, causing Wes to slap his head in sheer bemusement. Meanwhile, the shopkeeper returned to his counter fuming angrily about dumb customers, only to get struck by a fridge door. Johnson stumbled out of the fridge, shivering cold and the worse for wear.
"I see," he muttered, "I was opening the door the wrong way… hey, why are you sleeping?" Johnson asked the shopkeeper who was out cold on the dirty shop floor.
Ferma and Reath - please report to Master Miror B's office immediately.
"Oh great," complained Reath as she heard the announcement in her communicator. "Now we have to see the crazed man now!" she continued. "There are two things that I hate - people who are constantly late, and people who have giant afros and strange obsessions with Ludicolo, dancing and music that just loops!"
"Well, personally I like the music…" mumbled Ferma as they walked into Miror B's office, with the aforementioned music blazing in the background.
"Can you explain why you are late yet again for the report I requested?" asked Miror B as they entered.
"We're not late…" began Reath.
"Actually, we are," Ferma said, glancing at her watch.
"Well, whatever," hurried Reath. "What is it?" she asked Miror B.
Miror B frowned slightly and turned down the music. "What do you mean?" he asked.
"What is this about?" asked Reath, impatient. "Has the music gone to your head?"
"Well, correct me if I'm wrong," began Miror B, "But didn't you say that there was something wrong with the windmill, which is required to power up the Colosseum?"
"What do you mean, something wrong?" retorted Reath. "When did we say that?"
"Okay…" muttered Miror B, a small frown growing on his face. "Let's see. The power went out all over town for several hours - luckily this radio can run on batteries - and you came in saying that the windmill had stopped working, and that you were going to investigate only a few hours back. Clearly it's working now, but I got no report, did I not?"
"Uh...when did we say that?" asked Reath again, clenching her fists as she spoke faster. "Are you trying to mess with our minds? We never said such a thing - you're out of your mind."
Wordlessly and with an expressionless face, Miror B pulled out a tape recorder, re-winded it, and played. Reath's voice was clearly recognizable.
"And it seems the windmill has stopped working… me and Ferma are going to investigate this," Reath's voice sounded from the machine.
"…Ok, maybe I did…" conceded Reath, scratching her head in confusion.
"Honestly, believe us, Miror B - neither she nor I remember that conversation, sir," stated Ferma.
"Oh, whatever, the important thing is - is it going to work tomorrow for the Colosseum challenge?" asked Miror B.
"I… guess so," answered Ferma.
"Good - that's what I wanted to hear," said Miror B with a stunning smile. "Reath, what's that you have there?" he asked curiously, spotting Reath twist the black altered Itemfinder in her hands.
"Oh, some junk," she answered. "That fool Johnson dropped it. And it doesn't seem to work… and I really think that that music is not good for you," she added.
"Why, what's wrong with the tune, don't you know that I need to, listen to my music, even if you hate it!" retorted Miror B.
"Well, for starters, you just said that sentence to the song's tune!" pointed out Reath.
"No I didn't do that… hang on, I did…" admitted Miror B.
"Anyway, see ya!" Reath finished, placing the Itemfinder on a desk, only too eager to leave the office that had been recently turned into a dance floor by Miror B. "Come, Ferma," she commanded. Ferma sighed and followed her out of the room.
"Hey, I don't want it!" shouted Miror B, but they had already left. "Oh well, off to the bin it goes," he conceded, picking up the Itemfinder and throwing it over his shoulder towards the bin. The object never made it though - instead it collided with Miror B's afro and sunk into it, disappearing from sight. Miror B strangely seemed not to notice this. Instead he gave a sigh and thought to himself.
The man, who had been once considered the greatest dance prodigy since John Travolta, was having second thoughts over the whole deal. Sure, he got his own dance floor, and having a town under his control was nice, but he missed the shows and the contests he had partaken in with his Ludicolo. He wasn't particularly keen on the whole Shadow Pokémon thing either, and secretly hoped that he didn't have to resort to going ahead with dealing with the Plusle. The whole business reeked of something smelly, like the fish he sometimes fed his Pokémon. And being a criminal certainly wasn't what he had wanted to be in the first place.
I guess that's what you'd expect if you work for a guy with world dominance as one of his primary aspirations,
Miror B conceded to his distrust.
But that's why we're on his side, is it not?
However Miror B knew that it was not quite right. And to boot, the Shadow Pokémon that he had received couldn't even perform a simple dance move! No amount of music or help from his Ludicolo helped in the slightest. Some Shadow Pokémon - the other Administrators got way better Pokémon than him.
Oh well, at least I have my music
The following day it dawned on Rui that the Colosseum Challenge was a popular event for the vast majority of the town. A flood of people of all shapes and sizes flocked up to the old run-down building that housed the battles frequently made there. Most lined up for a seat in the audience, while only a few were gathered separately around the reception area. Wes concluded that this was where the participants were meant to assemble.
"Ok Rui, you go get yourself a ticket and a seat, and enjoy my victory," joked Wes. "I think I'll use Espeon for battle - if there is a Shadow Pokémon being used, I don't think that it'll be wise to try wiping everyone's minds and snagging it there and then after all. We might as well do it later on the off-chance that we encounter a Shadow," he added, taking the Itemfinder - now dubbed the 'Mind Wiper' - off of Espeon.
"Espeon... Esp, Espi, Es…"
(But I liked using that… oh well, battling is still fun, I guess…)
Espeon sadly said.
"Good luck!" called Rui as she promptly ran to the end of the line. However in her haste she bumped into the last person, who in turn bumped into the person in from of him, causing a domino effect as a wave of falling people collided with the reception desk.
"Oh dear…" murmured Wes to himself. He shook his head and suppressed a laugh before he joined the small group of participants and started paying attention to the receptionist's instructions.
Half an hour later, the Colosseum was filled to the brim with spectators, all priming to cheer or boo the trainers set to compete. A few ordered greasy foods from the occasional passing hot dog man, and took to their seats gingerly. Many a person had fallen after the seat had simply collapsed underneath their weight; once a battle had been held up as a person had landed right on top of a Pokémon.
Rui looked around as she walked through an aisle, searching for a seat. She spied one next to a group of people, and happily bounded towards them.
"Is this seat taken?"
"Well, yes actually…" began one of the people.
"Oh, good, thanks!" exclaimed Rui, clearly not having waited for an answer as she sat down in the seat. "Do you like Pokémon?" she asked.
"I love Pokémon! I got my own yesterday and I'm so very happy! Anyway, are you cheering for anyone, any friends in the Colosseum challenge?" Rui asked. The man looked uncertainly at her for a moment, waiting to see if she would go on. Rui simply stared right back, seemingly waiting for a response this time.
"Well, my friend is…"
"MY friend is in it too! His name is Wes and he's going to win!" announced Rui.
Duking just then walked onto the middle of the hard, dusty battle arena, causing all in the Colosseum to erupt in cheers.
"Ladies, Gentlemen, Children and Others, I welcome you to the 428th Colosseum challenge!" Duking's voice boomed across the massive building, not requiring the assistance of a microphone. The crowd responded with even more cheering.
"This time we have scrambled up enough competitors for a four round competition - that is, sixteen competitors to try and impress you in Pokémon battles for you to enjoy! First up, we have…" Duking fell silent as he looked at a palm card, "…Hoks? What kind of a name is that? Anyway, we have 'Hoks', and Wes!"
"Woo! Wes! Go Wes!" shouted Rui, causing the person next to her to cover his ears.
"Ok folks, this will be a simple two-on-two battle," concluded Duking, walking off to the side as Wes and Hoks walked on. "Best of luck," he muttered to both, with a wink to Wes as they both assembled at opposite sides of the stadium.
"Ok, release your Pokémon!" commanded Duking.
"Barboach and Sandshrew! I choose you!" shouted Hoks, who was bizarrely dressed as a hunter of some sort, threw two Poké Balls at centre stage. He released both a Barboach - a small blue worm-fish-like Pokémon that started wiggling in the dirt- and a Sandshrew - a small shrew with thin lines crossing all over making patches upon its yellow parched back.
"Oh, come on - that phrase is so overused it's not funny," replied Wes, eager to get on with the battle. "And your Pokémon are a little on the small side. Come on, Espeon and Umbreon! Make this quick!"
(This will be easy!)
(This'll be a walkover!)
"Oh yeah?" retorted Hoks. "You're just jealous that I said it first!"
"Yeah, whatever," mumbled Duking, glancing at his watch. "This battle will now begin!"
"Ok, Sandshrew - use Sand Attack!" commanded Hoks.
(I like sand! Sand Sand Sand!)
the small shrew Pokémon shouted, sending a bundle of sand towards Espeon and Umbreon with his arms and legs as it dug up the grainy substance from the ground. However the majority of the clumps of sand fell short of the two Pokémon.
"Pttf. That's all?" asked Wes. "Espeon - show them your Sand Attack!"
acknowledged Espeon, before he concentrated his psychic powers on the ground. Slowly, millions upon millions of grains of fine sand rose from the ground and wobbled in the air.
shouted Espeon, and with a flick of the head, the sand particles all zipped right back at the Sandshrew.
(I hate sand!)
protested the small Pokémon as the particles started merging into bigger clumps just before they collided with the unfortunate shrew Pokémon. Some grains on the other hand remained separated, giving shorter yet sharper stinging sensations to Sandshrew's body. A few hit the Barboach on the way too, but it simply wiggled deeper into the ground, safe from the onslaught.
"Arrgh!" shouted Hoks as some sand inadvertently hit him as well.
"And what a Sand Attack from Espeon!" Duking said grandly, invoking cheers from the impressed crowd that hadn't also received some of the attack in their faces and food.
"Oh yeah? Try this for size!" shouted Hoks. "Barboach - use Surf!"
The tiny Pokémon summoned up a small trickle of water from the ground, water seeping from the ground. Adding some burst of water from its mouth as well, it then sent the liquid as a wave towards its opposing two Pokémon, waving its antennae threateningly.
asked Umbreon incredulously, as the small wave of water reached his and Espeon's ankles in height.
"Espeon…" Wes began.
(Way ahead of you!)
Espeon said, already sending the water right back at Barboach. The small Pokémon was carried high into the air by the water, before being submitted to an accurate Secret Power from Umbreon, the attack combining with the water and inflicting further pain to the small Pokémon. Umbreon follow up by charging at the Sandshrew, who had also been flung up by the water and Tackled it. The Eeveelution’s opponents, like so many Pokémon fought before, succumbed to their attacks and fainted.
"And the victory goes to… Wes!" announced Duking, as the crowd cheered.
"Yay! Wes won! I told you he was good!" cried Rui.
"Yes, you did…" mumbled the person next to her, still rubbing his ears.
Soon enough, the first round of battles was over and the second round - the quarterfinals - commenced. Once again Wes was in the first battle of the round, and waited for his opponent to come onto the arena.
"Next up, we have… Tom!" shouted Duking. "A normal name for a change," he added to himself as he slipped the paper containing the draw into his pocket. After a moment, Duking looked around.
"Hey, Tom? You're up!" he called.
"I'm a coming!" a voice sounded from the entry point.
Is that who I think it is?
thought Wes. His fears were confirmed as the person stumbled out of the tunnel.
"Yus…Yis…. Yes! Yes, I'm heard, I mean here!" shouted Tom. "Hey, I knows you! It's Superwoman…. Thing!" he remarked upon seeing Wes.
"Oh dear, it's you - and you seem intoxicated again…" muttered Wes.
"But… you were perfectly sober in the previous battle!" remarked Duking.
"Well, a lot cun happeny in a wek," defended Tom. "But didn't worry - I con still battle - yes, old Tommy-tom-tom boy… Tom can win!"
"Somehow I doubt that…" said Wes.
"Well, whatever," conceded Duking with a shrug. "Being drunk isn't breaking any rules here! Again, this shall be a two-on-two battle! Begin!"
"Ok, go, Croconaw and Makuhita!" Wes shouted, sending both Pokémon out respectively.
"Ohh, they look putty…" remarked Tom.
"They're… putty?" asked Wes, confused.
"Maku! Hita Hita!"
(Where's the other Pokémon! I want to bash their heads in!)
shouted Makuhita as he waved a fist about.
(Or do we attack that thing?)
Croconaw asked Wes as he tilted his head and looked at Tom who was now inexplicitly doing a little dance.
"No. Leastways, not yet," answered Wes.
"Oi! Drunk guy! Get on with it!" shouted Duking.
"Whas? Oh, rightio!" said Tom who had now progressed to Morris dancing. "I'd bun sund out mi Pokeymans, right? Lets sees…." he mumbled, rummaging through his pockets.
"Whee...Why were them?" he muttered. "Oh dearilys, I think…"
"What?" asked Wes impatiently.
"I forgot my forgot something."
"Oh, waity, it's in the mother rocket, no, clock, no, my pocket! That sit!" Tom announced, pulling out two Poké Balls from his other pocket. The crowd was already booing at the delays, and some of the audience pondering whether to throw their food at Tom or not.
"Go, Spinydah, and Spineti!" stuttered Tom as he sent out two Spinda - panda-like Pokémon with many red spots randomly placed on its head and body. The two Pokémon, identical if not for the spots, swayed uncontrollably upon being released.
(They seem drunk too!)
exclaimed Espeon, who was sitting on the side of the match, watching on.
"No, Spinda are often like that - they do some sort of swaying motion that can be used to confuse you. Don't get caught in the motion, Croconaw and Makuhita!" warned Wes. Espeon however sniffed the air cautiously.
(No, they really are drunk…)
(I wonder what beer tastes like…)
"Ok, my mini, min, midgetions!" slurred Tom. "Try Teetering Dance!"
The two Pokémon tried to obey, but ended up fall over upon one another as they stumbled. Almost instantly, sounds of snoring could be heard from the Pokémon.
"Er… I guess, Wes wins then," announced Duking, seeing that the Spinda were in no state to battle.
"Oh noes, I'm lost!" conceded Tom with a dazed look on his face.
"Don't you mean 'I lost'," asked Wes.
"No, reallys, I don't now where I be…" sniffed Tom. "But you're a wonner! Now I can't win all of the smazzules and the… thingy! Oh, it's ok, you're alllll riiiiggghhhttt…." started Tom, before falling unconscious.
(I wanted to battle!)
(Now can we hit him?)
asked Croconaw as two men came and dragged Tom off the ground. Tom was still muttering in his sleep on the way out.
"Yes, I wiuld luke some orange sheeerrrbeeeet…" he garbled.
A few more battles of little consequence followed before the semi-final round. Wes ended up having a bye into the final, with his opponent found in the bathroom unconscious. Tom had ended up in an argument with him and got into a fight, strangely coming out as the winner.
"I shossed him! Nowsy he won’t never mever call me a catfish again, if myn ame's nit… Kevin!" shouted Tom at the organisers of the tournament in protest as they dragged him away.
"Yay, Wes is in the final!" celebrated Rui upon hearing the news that Wes had a bye. "He's going to win, I know he is, and then we're going to save the world - oh, I shouldn't have said that - it's classified information," she finished.
"Ok then…" acknowledged the man, before he turned to his friends. "You want to switch places?" he whispered to them. They all responded by shaking their heads vigorously.
"So, do you like stuff?" interrupted Rui.
"Ok folks, the final battle awaits!" announced Duking. "Musicians, if you please?" he asked, and a band on the side started into a flowing piece of music.
"The final battle is between Wes and Mirez! This will be a four-on-four battle, two Pokémon out at one time! Let the battle begin!" shouted Duking.
"Nothing's going to stop me!" shouted Wes's opponent. He was overly buff and had an unfitting stylish choice of clothes to match his girth.
"Go, Bagon and Goldeen!" Two Pokémon were sent out from the towering opponent. One was a Bagon, a small blue dragon Pokémon which waved its short arms and legs. The other in Goldeen instantly summoned a small pool of water from the ground so that it wouldn't be left flopping on dry land helplessly.
"Ok, go Makuhita and Croconaw - now you can have a good battle!" commanded Wes. "Hopefully, anyway..."
(Prepare to suffer!)
Makuhita cried - Croconaw merely sized up his adversaries with his eyes and snorted with disdain.
"Ok, Makuhita, give Bagon a Shadow Rush!" commanded Wes. "Croconaw, Bite the Goldeen!"
"Bagon, stop it with Headbutt! Goldeen, Water Gun!" shouted Mirez. As Makuhita charged at the Bagon, it ran back with surprising speed with its head tilted towards the chubby fighting Pokémon. However it never noticed Makuhita change direction, and after it missed Makuhita sent it flying into the air with a powerful hit with his fist.
(I can fly!)
it shouted, before colliding head-first into the audience. As shouts of protest came from the crowd, Croconaw ducked to dodge the Water Gun attack from the Goldeen and lunged forward to Bite it viciously, before tossing it onto dry land. Makuhita then followed up with an Arm Thrust attack, striking the poor fish multiple times until it gave in and fainted. Meanwhile Bagon was subsequently sent flying from the throng of people after it had been whacked by multiple pieces of food and landed head-first in the dust, also fainting after the fall.
"What? You fainted them both so quickly?" gasped Mirez in amazement, his arrogant demeanour somewhat diminishing. "Now I'm angry! Go, Delibird and Magnemite - use Supersonic!" he shouted. He sent out a red and white penguin which strangely held its tail over its shoulder as if it was a sack, and a small levitating magnet-like Pokémon. Upon its appearance it rotated its magnets and emitted shrill, sharp sounds, causing both Croconaw and Makuhita to cover their ears and wince, along with the crowd.
"Ok, Delibird, use Present!" yelled Mirez, and on cue the Delibird grabbed a wrapped-up box from her sack-like tail.
the penguin squawked, as it threw the present at Croconaw's feet.
Croconaw asked, staring at the present. Then it exploded in his face. Croconaw clutched his head for a moment, before falling to the ground and fainting.
"Damn," commented Wes quietly as he returned the fainted Croconaw to his Poké Ball. "Still, it's three on two… Makuhita - take it easy out there," Wes instructed.
shouted the Makuhita angrily, charging at the Delibird furiously. Before either trainer or Pokémon could react, Makuhita was hitting the bird in rage with an array of vicious punches.
"Oh, Makuhita's aura is red. Must be in Hyper-mode," Rui said to herself, getting a strange look from her neighbour.
"Maku! Hita Hita Makuhita!"
(Dirty trick! Exploding presents must suffer!)
Makuhita shouted, smashing the bird in the head before grabbing the presents out of the bird's tail and throwing them away right onto the Magnemite. The impact caused the multiple wrapped boxes to explode. Normally the magnet Pokémon would have been able to withstand the attack but the resulting flames engulfed it and so it beeped loudly before it too fell, losing its levitation abilities.
Delibird moaned before Makuhita resumed punching the bird before it fainted. This didn't stop Makuhita from continuing to thrash it until it had been recalled.
"Well, that ended with an explosion! Wes is the winner!" Duking announced, the crowd getting to their feet to applaud the victorious trainer.
"…Nice work, Makuhita," praised Wes.
(Presents go boom!)
said the Pokémon proudly.
"Ok, here are your prizes for winning, Mr… Wesley," stated the receptionist. "You get a coupon for dance lessons at the newly opened dance school, a key ring promoting anti-drug messages, and this bag of money containing a total of $4949."
"Ok… thanks!" Wes responded, grabbing the money bag first.
Odd amount of prize money… but, whatever!
"Wes, you won!" shouted Rui, coming through the door and hugging Wes tightly.
"Yes, I know…" Wes weakly said when Rui let go of her.
"Ahem," coughed a person, suddenly sliding up to Wes. He was dressed in black, and wore an odd helmet upon his head. "I take it that you were the winner of the Colosseum challenge?"
"Um, yes, I am," Wes answered slowly. He smiled slightly as he realised who this might be.
"Brilliant. My… boss is the kind of person who likes to reward strong battlers. Could you please follow me to obtain an extra special prize?"
"Excellent. Follow me, please," ordered the thin man, and so Wes and Rui followed him out.
"Ok, let's prepare for anything," whispered Wes to Rui. "I have a feeling that things are going to get rough soon…"
I hope you enjoyed that, including Miror B once again, and the re-inclusion of ‘drunk-guy’, aka Tom. Please review, and adios!
Here be the spoiler for people and events in this chapter:
Shopping - somehow the Poké Mart looks like any other nice-looking shop would look like - which doesn’t make sense considering it’s in Pyrite, hence the altered state of it in the chapter, and the dubious items on sale.
Poké Ball deal guy - he stands in the shop, making up random deals, such as ‘ten Poké Balls for ten dollars’. If you like the deal, he tries to be funny, and if you say no, he calls you the ‘suspicious sort’. Yet another random NPC. The shopkeeper isn’t as angry as he is in the chapter, just generic.
Ferma/Reath/Miror B scene – an addition I made up, just to justify a few other things (such as why Cipher never get worried about the windmill failing considering their operation is based upon it). And it was also a chance to show more about Miror B’s standing in the whole operation, or at least my interpretation of it.
Colosseum challenge - the first and last battlers are exactly as they are in the game, and the description of the colosseum is accurate - it’s a run-down old thing. Each battle in the four round competition comes with different music. The money prize is also the same as what Wes claimed, and one can also get TM’s by winning multiple times.
However, the 2nd battle is NOT against drunk-guy (aka Tom), nor is the third battler absent. So that they are not entirely ignored, let’s pay tribute to Tisler, who had a Natu and Meditate, and Bandana guy Vilch, with his Cacnea, Electrite, and Vulpix. Lest we forget.
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