Dunno if the title got you excited or not, but after getting a little confidence in my 'abilities' as a fanfic 'writer' (i do it for the lols) i had a try at the whole roleplaying thing. and another fanfic idea was born from that. It's nothing much, as its in Roleplay format (1st person) but anywhoo..
Its just a small experiment, to see how it would be if the main character were 'emotionless' and 'cold'. Enjoy.
'Yeah,' I shifted my eyes, listening closely to the receiver on the phone, 'm'kay.'
I disengaged the phone and threw it carelessly onto my bed, it was still messy from when i got up just seconds ago.
'Got me up for that?' I rubbed my heavy eyes, it was early morning at the orphanage, Dark skies shrouded the grounds, making it hard to see outside. It was no different from any other morning, truly, and what with being used to it I was completely unaware of the extra shadow that crept up behind me.
A floorboard creaked. I ducked.
A fist appeared out of nowhere from behind me, just missing my head.
'Close,' I grabbed the arm conjoined with the mysterious fist with my hands and brought the body connected to both down with a thump in front of me, 'but no cookie.'
'Ow-eeee!' Yarai pained, 'what'd you do that for?'
I looked at him, pointing out the stupidity in his question. Yarai had always been like this, run first, think later. This is why i've been better than him at the martial art he taught me, he didnt think it would happen, but of course when you're like me it always will. It would efficiently be what ends him if he weren't more careful.
'Yeah i get it,' he brushed the dust off of him, 'so what was the call?'
I met the second question with another stare, answering with disdain,
'A call from Professor Elm. Nothing important.'
Yarai stood there speechless. A call from the proffessor was usually very important no matter what it turned out to be. Using the common sense he so rarely used he put the pieces together and came up with an answer.
'Y'know, it's just past your 16th...' he said, pointing out the obvious, 'Maybe he's got you a pokemon?'
I closed my eyes, showing complete lack of concern, picked up my jacket and opened the door. Yarai sighed.
The door slammed shut.
***
Halfway along the road towards the proffessor's laboratory I looked to the left to notice a young kid getting bullied by a group of older Teenagers.
'Hmph,' I spoke to myself, 'Lucky for them it's not me. I'm in the mood to swing for someone right now.'
I looked straight ahead again, the laboratory loomed over me like a castle, minus the flags and gargoyles. I open the door and saunter towards the professor.
'Yo, Elm,' I called out, 'you rang?'
'Why hello there Ross,' The professor turned around revealing his receding hairline and geekish figure, he smiled, revealing braces, 'I have a surprise for you.'
I itched my ear, 'Wanna bet?'
'You're always so disapproving,' Elm let his smile down and walked towards a pillar like machine, 'Surely you'd be excited about your first pokemon?'
'Yeah well, it's not exactly going to be a Steelix is it?' I centred my vision on the pedistal, ignoring the professor's stare, 'Go on then, tell me.'
The professor clicked a button on the side of the pedistal and a hatch opened up, revealing a pokeball.
'This one's new,' he picked it up, saying with pride, 'it's quite the specimen, i've done all the research i can on it.'
I snatched it off of him and immediately threw it up into the air. I watched the ball open up, releasing a dazzling pure white light that formed into a pokemon, human shape, pink skin, red garments. The Tyrogue hopped side to side, throwing its fists into the space in front of it, it was shadow-boxing.
'Uh?' I looked down on the midget in disgust, 'why would i want something as weak as that?'
A sharp pain was felt on my stomach. I doubled over.
'Tyyyy!' The pink nuisance had struck me, given me a serious stare and then as if nothing had happened it returned to its shadow-boxing.
'You little-' I was cut off by Elm's hand.
'Careful now,' He explained, 'that there Tyrogue has the same attitude as you, don't go making it angry.'
'Wha-tever,' i managed to stutter, 'So where's the legs?'
'Excuse me?' Elm stared at him blankly.
'Yeah, You said you'd give me pokelegs.' I assured him, 'they make you run faster or somethin'?'
Elm let out a hearty laugh, 'No no no, you are mistaken. I said i'd give you a Pokedex,' He reached into his coat pocket and produced a red shiny pokedex.
I looked at him, dumbstruck, 'eh, oh alright.' I snatched this too off of him, my eyes met his glare.
'Don't snatch,' he warned, 'I've yet to give you your pokeballs.'
'Of course,' I looked solemnly at the prof, 'Please?'
A look of relief and triumph rippled through the prof's face, he reached into his other pocket, 'here you go, you can use these to-'
'Catch pokemon,' I finished, 'i know what they do.'
He handed me the pokeballs, i looked to the side, watching the pink fighter punch air, 'Is that all then?'
'For now, yes,' Professor Elm looked upward, pondering.
There was a silence. Followed by more silence. Hello? Professor Elm? You there?
'DUDE SNAP OUTTA IT!' I yelled in his face, he finally responded and motioned me out of his lab.
'You,' I raised my pokeball, 'Tyrogue.'
The pink fighter stopped his shadow-boxing and looked up.
'Return,' I commanded, 'now.'
The pink fighter changed to a crimson red and fluctuated through the air toward the pokeball. The pokeball shut tight.
'Heh.' this was getting all too easy, the pokemon was my slave.
I walked towards the door, pocketing the 'dex and pokeballs.
'uhh... Wait!' The professor ran to stop me.
The door slammed shut.
'What a nuisance.'
Its just a small experiment, to see how it would be if the main character were 'emotionless' and 'cold'. Enjoy.
'Yeah,' I shifted my eyes, listening closely to the receiver on the phone, 'm'kay.'
I disengaged the phone and threw it carelessly onto my bed, it was still messy from when i got up just seconds ago.
'Got me up for that?' I rubbed my heavy eyes, it was early morning at the orphanage, Dark skies shrouded the grounds, making it hard to see outside. It was no different from any other morning, truly, and what with being used to it I was completely unaware of the extra shadow that crept up behind me.
A floorboard creaked. I ducked.
A fist appeared out of nowhere from behind me, just missing my head.
'Close,' I grabbed the arm conjoined with the mysterious fist with my hands and brought the body connected to both down with a thump in front of me, 'but no cookie.'
'Ow-eeee!' Yarai pained, 'what'd you do that for?'
I looked at him, pointing out the stupidity in his question. Yarai had always been like this, run first, think later. This is why i've been better than him at the martial art he taught me, he didnt think it would happen, but of course when you're like me it always will. It would efficiently be what ends him if he weren't more careful.
'Yeah i get it,' he brushed the dust off of him, 'so what was the call?'
I met the second question with another stare, answering with disdain,
'A call from Professor Elm. Nothing important.'
Yarai stood there speechless. A call from the proffessor was usually very important no matter what it turned out to be. Using the common sense he so rarely used he put the pieces together and came up with an answer.
'Y'know, it's just past your 16th...' he said, pointing out the obvious, 'Maybe he's got you a pokemon?'
I closed my eyes, showing complete lack of concern, picked up my jacket and opened the door. Yarai sighed.
The door slammed shut.
***
Halfway along the road towards the proffessor's laboratory I looked to the left to notice a young kid getting bullied by a group of older Teenagers.
'Hmph,' I spoke to myself, 'Lucky for them it's not me. I'm in the mood to swing for someone right now.'
I looked straight ahead again, the laboratory loomed over me like a castle, minus the flags and gargoyles. I open the door and saunter towards the professor.
'Yo, Elm,' I called out, 'you rang?'
'Why hello there Ross,' The professor turned around revealing his receding hairline and geekish figure, he smiled, revealing braces, 'I have a surprise for you.'
I itched my ear, 'Wanna bet?'
'You're always so disapproving,' Elm let his smile down and walked towards a pillar like machine, 'Surely you'd be excited about your first pokemon?'
'Yeah well, it's not exactly going to be a Steelix is it?' I centred my vision on the pedistal, ignoring the professor's stare, 'Go on then, tell me.'
The professor clicked a button on the side of the pedistal and a hatch opened up, revealing a pokeball.
'This one's new,' he picked it up, saying with pride, 'it's quite the specimen, i've done all the research i can on it.'
I snatched it off of him and immediately threw it up into the air. I watched the ball open up, releasing a dazzling pure white light that formed into a pokemon, human shape, pink skin, red garments. The Tyrogue hopped side to side, throwing its fists into the space in front of it, it was shadow-boxing.
'Uh?' I looked down on the midget in disgust, 'why would i want something as weak as that?'
A sharp pain was felt on my stomach. I doubled over.
'Tyyyy!' The pink nuisance had struck me, given me a serious stare and then as if nothing had happened it returned to its shadow-boxing.
'You little-' I was cut off by Elm's hand.
'Careful now,' He explained, 'that there Tyrogue has the same attitude as you, don't go making it angry.'
'Wha-tever,' i managed to stutter, 'So where's the legs?'
'Excuse me?' Elm stared at him blankly.
'Yeah, You said you'd give me pokelegs.' I assured him, 'they make you run faster or somethin'?'
Elm let out a hearty laugh, 'No no no, you are mistaken. I said i'd give you a Pokedex,' He reached into his coat pocket and produced a red shiny pokedex.
I looked at him, dumbstruck, 'eh, oh alright.' I snatched this too off of him, my eyes met his glare.
'Don't snatch,' he warned, 'I've yet to give you your pokeballs.'
'Of course,' I looked solemnly at the prof, 'Please?'
A look of relief and triumph rippled through the prof's face, he reached into his other pocket, 'here you go, you can use these to-'
'Catch pokemon,' I finished, 'i know what they do.'
He handed me the pokeballs, i looked to the side, watching the pink fighter punch air, 'Is that all then?'
'For now, yes,' Professor Elm looked upward, pondering.
There was a silence. Followed by more silence. Hello? Professor Elm? You there?
'DUDE SNAP OUTTA IT!' I yelled in his face, he finally responded and motioned me out of his lab.
'You,' I raised my pokeball, 'Tyrogue.'
The pink fighter stopped his shadow-boxing and looked up.
'Return,' I commanded, 'now.'
The pink fighter changed to a crimson red and fluctuated through the air toward the pokeball. The pokeball shut tight.
'Heh.' this was getting all too easy, the pokemon was my slave.
I walked towards the door, pocketing the 'dex and pokeballs.
'uhh... Wait!' The professor ran to stop me.
The door slammed shut.
'What a nuisance.'