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IanDonyer March 31st, 2011 11:26 AM

I told myself I'd stop writing for a week after all I'd done last weekend.

DAMN IT.

SINNOH STORIES
THE LEGEND OF VOLKNER

Of course Volkner was glad that Cyrus was in jail. He needed some time to heal from his injuries; Cyrus, that was. He grinned at his snark of a thought, stepping forward through the brambles, listening to the sounds of the two girls trotting behind him.

He wanted him out as soon as possible, though. Volkner had set the plan awry on purpose, because he knew that the conclusion of their fight would be unsatisfactory if they had just... ended it then and there. He wanted to train and make sure that things went just perfectly.

He could envision the battle in his head. It was a mix of flashing lights and flying fists, of screaming names and curses, of flesh cut, bones broken and blood drawn. It sent his adrenaline flowing through his veins like a bullet train. He knew it was selfish. He knew it was dangerous.

But guess what? He didn't give a damn.

CHAPTER 17
: The Wave of Change

Pastoria City was a large city which meant the world to Volkner. He felt a longing here that was unfamiliar to him, making him shut his eyes every few moments as he walked through its streets. They were crowded with people, leaving him only a few moments to do so. Memories of home filled his head. The salty smell of the sea.

The stench of the sailors and their broads; probably cheating on their wives. The stench of death and crime. The city of dreary darkness he oh-so-lovingly called home.

He shook his head to remove the thoughts. Olivine City was not his home anymore. He would never return. He slipped a hand into his pocket and continued to walk the streets. He nodded toward Jasmine who trotted along beside him.

“I suppose we can get lunch. Where's this 'so amazing d-duh-diner, Volkner', Jasmine?”

“Follow me,” she said. She flashed him a quick smile.

Volkner froze for a moment at the sight of it, before nodding again, keeping on with his strut, following her closely. Gardenia wasn't following them, instead opting to see the sights of Pastoria on her own.

So the two of them sat down at a street-side store set up in bar fashion, stools set up in front of a bar with a bunch of people working behind it.

“Hello!” a man said, approaching them. “How can I help you?”

“Hi,” Jasmine said. “Me and my friend will just have the daily special. On a bit of a budget...”

“Got'cha!” The man then moved back toward the back of the place, whispering something to the cooks in the back.

“So, uhm... Volkner. How are you?”
“Fine,” he muttered.

“...Oh. Good. Me too. Nice day out, isn't it?”

“I guess.”

“...Uhm, yeah. You hungry?”

“Not really.”

“...Well, I guess better eat lunch now than starve later!”

Volkner frowned. “Uh-huh.”

They sat and waited for their food in silence. Then they ate it in silence as well, up until their last few bites.

“Tell me something, Jasmine.”

“Yes, Volkner...?”

“Do you miss Olivine?”

“Sometimes... why?”

Volkner grinned. “I want to ask you the same thing.”

“Olivine is my home. It's where my family waits. It's where I grew up and want to continue growing up.”

“...I gotta admit, your optimism can get really annoying, but I'm jealous of it.” Volkner finished the last bites of his food, and waited for Jasmine to do the same.

“Alright, we're headin' to the Pokemon Center,” Volkner said. “I'm ready to just cash in for the day. Come with me.”

“But-”

“Come.”

“...Fine.”

The two of them strutted through the streets of Pastoria, until a sudden curve in the path led them to a quiet, damp alleyway. Volkner shut his eyes and did what his heart told him.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Jasmine felt a surge of panic as Volkner dragged her to the side into an empty alleyway, pinning her against the wall. Her panic was not fearful; it was simply anxiety of what she knew was about to happen. She felt his breath hot against her neck, and moments later his lips against it. She tilted her head back against the wall and exhaled. She let her body's urges take over, drawing Volkner in close to her.

The two repositioned themselves and allowed their minds to disappear. They slipped their lips over each other and kissed with simple, animal-like, primal passion.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The next day passed in a blur for Volkner, leaving his mind in a mushy mess. Jasmine and Volkner avoided each other: Gardenia couldn't seem to get their group together in one piece. Eventually, they all gave up, Jasmine and Gardenia getting their own room at the Pokemon Center for the night and Volkner getting his own.

He slept the night through with no dreams in his memory. But he woke up sweating, his muscles relaxed and his lower body throbbing. He groaned as he realized what he had done in his sleep.

“Jesus Christ, the hell is wrong with me?” he mused.

He got up and took a shower, then dressed himself and headed out the door for breakfast. He slipped past the duo of Jasmine and Gardenia on their way down themselves, rushing to get something to sit outside and eat. He would only reunite with the duo when he absolutely had to.

But the absolutely had to part came quicker than he wanted it to. He sat outside with an sausage and egg biscuit, nibbling on it, his thoughts elsewhere, when Gardenia stepped outside and sat down next to him. Jasmine followed suit, her face covered with a thin smile and a dim shade of red.

“So, what're we doin' ta'day,” Gardenia asked. “I hear there's a good place north'a here. Called the Great Marsh. Buildin' some sort of Safari Zone thing there, but there's a certain sector of it that's free for civilian entry. Lots'a wild Pokemon.”

Volkner nodded. “...I suppose so. A chance to test out this Luxray.”

Jasmine nodded her agreement, and it was set: they were off to the 'Great Marsh'.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The Great Marsh was in no way a misnomer. This place, in the “small” public sector, was gigantic and most definitely a marsh. Volkner had to walk around with his jeans rolled up to his knees, the mud and the bug Pokemon crawling through it getting onto his lower body and enjoying the heck out of the ride. Volkner wasn't quite sharing the feeling.

But at the end of the day, Volkner supposed, it was a good experience. He continued to trudge through the muck, baring it with clenched teeth.

He pulled himself out of one such section of swamp, when he was pushed down to the ground again by a sudden, unexpected weight on his back. He felt fur brush up against his neck.

He swore, feeling his backpack slip out of his grip, swiped by some sort of odd, leathery arm, a stark contrast to the furry body of the creature. He flipped himself over onto the wet grass, staring at the creature that had his backpack in hand.

“Pom!” it cried. “Aiiiiiya!”

Volkner recognized it immediately. It was a small creature with a furry, purple body, large eyes staring at him. In its hands was... absolutely nothing. But resting on its tail, which was a spitting image of a gloved human being's hand, was his backpack.

The creature called Aipom stuck his tongue out at him, closing all of his tail-fingers around one strap of Volkner's back backpack except for its middle one. Volkner scowled. Smart little ape. He reached down to his belt, unhooking one of the Pokeballs. He didn't look to see which. He didn't care.

“Let's go!” he exclaimed, tossing his arm forward, pressing his thumb against the release switch of the Pokeball. He felt it open in his hand, sending forth a flash of white light, which materialized into the form of Jolteon on the ground.

“Joool!” the Pokemon cried, his fur puffing out. He growled lightly at the Aipom in front.

“Jolteon, careful,” Volkner warned, “it's a rough terrain around here, and our ape pal seems to be an expert at navigating it. Hit it with a Pin Missile!”

Jolteon's fur puffed out again, glowing a shade of lime green. Some thin missiles of hardened fur burst forward, pelting Aipom's chest. The Pokemon swiped the needles with his stub of an arm, then narrowed his eyes when he realized that it had broken the needles off; part of them still stuck in his chest.

He leaped forward, swiping his tail-hand toward Jolteon. Jolteon was hit with a faceful of books, glass vials that shattered upon being hit so forcefully, and other assorted items. He fell to the ground, skidding a few inches before picking himself up on already-shaky legs.

“Alright,” Volkner said. He frowned, realizing that the potions in his backpack had broken – which probably stained the books he had recently picked up as well. “God damn it! Let's hit it with a Thundershock!”

Jolteon's fur puffed out again, sending forward a small burst of electrical power that struck Aipom directly. Volkner saw a few singed hairs, filling the place with an acrid smell just beneath the normally musky air of the marsh, but Aipom was otherwise unaffected, it seemed.

“Aiyyyyaa! Poooh!”

The Aipom then slammed Volkner's backpack. It fell into the marsh, and Volkner watched it sink with horror. He rushed over toward it, only to catch it too late – he moved too slowly through the marsh and it had sunk beyond his reach. But he did manage to snag one thing oddly buried in the mud – circular and firm. He pulled it out, and didn't even bother to look at it, figuring it to be a baseball or something. He tossed it toward the Aipom in his rage, then watched as the Pokeball he had just thrown, covered in mud and leaf fragments, bonked Aipom upside the head and sucked him in with a bright red light. The ball shook furiously, but did not open. It finally shut firmly and sat still.

He had just caught the little monkey bastard.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Volkner buried his face in his hands as the laughter from Gardenia roared through the room when he told his story. Even Jasmine giggled softly, a hand over her mouth to hide it, but to no avail.

“...Well, at least we all caught somethin', eh?” Gardenia mused. “I got a Carnivine, ya got an Aipom and Jasmine caught 'er Quagsire. Pretty bountiful harvest today. Now the only problem is gonna be getting' the money to buy you a new bag...”

Since Mana-- no, Lisa-- had left them, they had their source of major money taken away. They were left rather poor, barely enough money left to buy themselves the clothes and books and things they needed.

“Did someone say, 'Now the only problem is gonna be getting' the money, bla, bla...'?!” a voice cried.

A man stepped in front of them, a wide smile on his face. His blue eyes pierced into Volkner, giving off mixed messages of intimidation and friendliness.

“Hi,” the man said, “name's Carl.” He reached up, running a hand through his slick blue hair. “Carl Winston. But my friends call me Crasher Wake – and it seems if you need money, you're my friends.”

Crasher Wake had a large figure, but with his droopy shirt and pants on, Volkner couldn't tell whether this was made of fat or muscle.

Gardenia gave off a shaky smile, extending her small hand to Wake's. His swallowed hers, and Gardenia drew hers back quickly and defensively. “Hi. I'm Gardenia... this here,” she said, pointing to Jasmine, “is my friend Volkner, and this here...” Now she pointed to Volkner. “...is my friend Jasmine.”

“...She means I'm Volkner,” Volkner said, his voice filled with mild amusement. “And the other girl is Jasmine.”

“Nice to meet you beautiful young ladies – and handsome young man, of course.”

Gardenia nodded, her face a bright red.

“Now you three – from your belts, well, at least you and Mr. Volkner, Ms. Gardenia, are Pokemon are trainers. Pretty easy to tell. I am too! And I'm one of the best. I used to sail with the navy, and have fought in World War II. I'll tell you two what. I'm holdin' a match later on tomorrow... for amusement! If you guys can beat me, I'll provide you with the money. This means both of you! Or all three of you, if Ms. Jasmine is a trainer as well-”

“I am,” Jasmine said.

“Then that settles it! If all three of you can beat me in a one-on-one match, then I'll pay you more than enough. A thousand Pokedollars.”

Volkner's jaw dropped. This man seemed to be a living second chance, having survived through World War Two: perhaps one of the harshest wars in the world's history, ending in the destruction of, as well as the cut-off of trade and restriction in visitation to, the Unova region. That had been forty years ago, though, and now one just required the money.

“Heh,” Wake laughed. “I understand it's a bit shocking. But we at PastoCo, the world's largest entertainment battle corporation, are willing to do a lot for those who need it!”

Volkner spoke up. “We'll do it.”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

So the rest of the day was spent in training. Volkner on his own, while Gardenia and Jasmine spent their time practice battling each other.

The next day came before they knew it.

Thanks to Crasher Wake's directions, they found the building in which their match was scheduled pretty easy, that night. They stepped inside with the attitude, the smiles and the simple hope that they could win.

IanDonyer May 25th, 2011 12:42 PM

Author's Note: I am going to go back some day and definitely change the surnames of the four main characters: Volkner Sune, Gardenia Florence (no relation to Lily Florence!), Jasmine Steele, and Cyrus Luna.Note, this is when I get off my ass and do it. For now, you still deal with Denzi, Mikan, whatever Gardenia's surname was, and Akagi, in the earlier chapters. I will be using the more legitimate ones from here on out.


sinnoh stories
the legend of volkner


Volkner supposed that one of the better points of his day was when he entered the arena and he was met by press members -- he was recognized from the Veilstone City incident, as well as from previous incidents such as the Windworks situation.

"Sir, how are you feeling? Up to battling already?"

"I'm a warrior at heart," Volkner had responded smugly. "If I had to walk into this place with a limp, I would have."

"But you did, sir," one fo the reporters said dryly, noting the slight limp in which Volkner had walked in with, his body still showing mild signs of damage from his fight with Cyrus. "What happened?"

Volkner merely smiled knowingly, nodding. "Of course I did. Now get out of my way. I need to get some battling done."

Chapter 18: Pastoria City Smackdown


Backstage, the trio of Volkner, Jasmine and Gardenia were a small do in the sea of competitor for the night's event. People were filling the place to the brim, crushing the three into a corner. Volkner sighed with annoyance. He supposed he could stand it though, for his fifteen minutes of fame.


Ten minutes later, the first match was called. A boring match between two boring trainers with boring Pokemon, Volkner observed. They had no skill, but the one with the stronger Pokemon won by a small margin. They had a short five minute break, before the next match was called:

"Our next match is: PArticipant 248, Volkner, versus Participant 027, Jeff! Will the two participants please head out to the ring?"



Mach after match passed: Volkner, Gardenia and Jasmine pushing through the amateurs they fought with ease. Some of them easier than others of course -- they were newbies in the early rounds, people who wanted a good fight for experience, but the three more reasoned fighters were able to get through.

But of course, they weren't the only good guys in this pit. Good not necessarily meaning caable a winning, in some cases: but potentially capable. If it weren't for some of their more... interesting handicaps.

“Next up is... Participant 250, Gardenia, versus Participant 306, Tom! Will the two participants please come out the ring?”

Nodding toward Volkner and Jasmine, Gardenia stepped out through the crowd, rushing into the ring.

She was met with the sight of a burly man. His face was grim and ugly, rugged with five o'clock shadow. His nose was a thin shade of red, his eyes a bright blue. Amongst the stench of sweat and food, blood and drinks, Gardenia could sniff out the alcohol on his breath.

“Hello!” the man exclaimed. “My'sa namey Tom!”

“...Hi,” Gardenia said.

“You'sa Gardenia, right?”

“...Right.”

“We has Pokeymons bottle!”

“Battle, Tom.”

“That'sa what I says! Gosh, you'sa stooped, girly, Garfield...”

“...My name is Gardenia, Tom,” Gardenia deadpanned. She moved her hand down toward her belt, unhooking one of her Pokeballs and tossing her arm forward. In a flash of bright white light, a Pokemon with a large green head and bugged out eyes and a twisted green bottom that it balanced itself on. “C'mon out, Carnivine!”

“Carnival!” Tom screeched. “Demunny! AGHGHH!” He stuck his hands into the pockets of his dirty brown khakis and pulled out two Pokeballs. He tossed them both onto the floor. They sat there, but Tom ran forward, kicking them. His feet connected to the release switch of each one, but it meant his feet fell out from underneath him. He fell flat on his ***. In return, though, in twin flashes of light, two bear-like Pokemon with red bottoms and pale chests, spots of red in the seemingly random spots in the midst of the pale, tan chests and head. Their eyes did not stay still, constantly swirling around as if drunken.

“Fine,” she murmured. “You want a double battle? Let's go then, Turtwig!”

Tom picked himself up. “Tommy just had drinkies!” he proclaimed proudly. “He will win tourny for big monies! Treats tooooo EBERYON!”

“Who's Eberyon, Tom?” Gardenia asked. She was clearly somewhat amused.

“EBERYONE is you! And me! And EVERYONE around! IZZZZ EVERYONE!”

“...I see,” she said. She pointed forward, toward the two Pokemon she recognized as Spinda. “Turtwig, Carnivine – Carnivine, use Vine Whip and hold the Spinda on the right, then Turtwig, you use Razor Leaf and cut it into ribbons!”

“Spinydah 'n' Spineti!” Tom cried. “Try 'zat Teeter Dance! Go, goooo!”

The smell of alcohol, Gardenia realized, had increased twofold when the two Spinda got onto the field. Were they drunk too?

The two Spinda began to dance uncontrollably, weaving and winding miraculously past both of Gardenia's planned attacks. Not a single Razor Leaf hit, and the Vine Whips could not connect. She stood there, mouth wide open, awestruck.

“Awwwwright! Dojiiied, dodgieddd, dodgied! Go Spinydah! Go Spinetis! Yaahhh!” Tom cheered. “Now, Spinydah! Use dat Copy.. copy... uh...”

He stopped for a moment, pondering what the move was called, it seemed. Gardenia slapped her palm against her face, then realized that this was a perfect opportunity for a surprise attack.

“Turtwig! Curse! Then use Tackle on... one of them! Carnivine, use Bind on the one that Turtwig doesn't hit!”

Turtwig shut his eyes, a light blue aura surrounding him.

At this point, Tom recalled the name. “Copy Kitty!” he exclaimed. “I mean cats! Yessy sirrs, Copppppy Cats, Spinydah! On the turtle! DEMUNNYS! It's goin' down isn't it Spineti? Bye-bye demunnys wit da PSYBEAMS! Ha ha!”

Spineti began to dance an odd dance, much odder than the one before – limbs flailing out in spastic patterns, guttural growls coming from low in her throat... and then she fell over, totally unconscious. Moments later, Spinydah followed.

The referee called out. “...Okay, then! It seems Gardenia wins by default!”

Tom scowled. “BUT MY DRINKIES MONEY! I wanna get my drinkies and watch things go FLASH on fire!... Tommy likes fire. Tommy tom tom tom, likesies his fires, yep. Burn, babby burn, discooo infreno!”

Completely content, Tom walked off stage.

Ten minutes later, Volkner looked up at the intercom, nodding as he heard his name being called. He walked outi nto the arena, looking at his opponent with odd amusement: some other amateur he assumed. His group wasn't the most experienced group of fighters in the world, but some of these guys were obviously total newbies to the field just looking for their fifteen minutes of fame. At least his group had some experience under their belts.

"Hiya!" his opponent said. She was a girl, obviously barely above the age of eight or nine. Her hair was short, just down to her ears, tucked neatly behind them. Her eyes were a bit above the average size, their adorable blue depths storing at Volkner. She was dressed in a simple, purle dress with a pair of buckled shoes. "MY name's Casey!"

"Volkner," Volkner muttered. Really? A kid? They WANTEd to make this easy for him. "Let's get this started."

"Okay!" She tossed her arm forward, her POkeball opening up, the white light that burst forth from inside mateiralizing into..


Volkner's eyes widened with shock, his jaw loosening, his mouth a gaping "O" of surrise. He recognized the Pokemon that came out very easily. It was a lummox of a Pokemon, standing in at a firm six feet, give or take a few inches. Its skin was a shining, metallic red, with a pronounced silver abdomen and buzzing metallic wings on its back.

It was the evolution of the one Pokemon in the world that feared... Scizor.

"Son of a *****!" Volkner thought.

"Bullet Punch, Scizzy-"

"At least give me a chance to release my Pokemon!" Volkner screamed.

Csy tilted her head to the side quizzically, as if asking, "Why". But she was giving him time. Devil toddler, he mused.

He released Electabuzz, considering him to be the most ferocious fighter. Electabuzz turned to face Volkner, nodding slowly.

"Okay, then! Bullet Punch, Scizzy!"

The Scizor burst forward at speeds past ones Volkner had ever seen, dashing in front of Electabuzz and punching him square in the ja with one closed pincer, before moving backward. Electabuzz fell over, blood now trickling from broken skin on his face.

He stood up and glanced toward Volkner.

Volker looked unraged. "Jesus Christ, you couldn't see that coming?! C'mon, you stupid thing, counteract with a Thunder Punch!"

he as nervous. He had a right to be, considering his past experiences with the Scyther family. But Electabuzz did not eem pleased by this treatment. He ran toward the opposing Scizor, barred his cheek like a target and slammed it right into his claw.

Volkner stood there, awestruck. The little bastard was throwing the match. He ran up to Electabuzz and grabbed him by he arm, only to have the free hand slam into his stomach. Vlkner cried out in pain. Certain injuries were still not healed; and Volkner knew now that a match wasn't the only thing Electabuzz was afraid to throw

He let the Pokemon's arm loose. "Oh, god damn it!"

"Language, Mister."

"SHUT UP!" Volkner roared. His mind was a blur of rage, nervousness and plain anxiety. He was going to be embarrased in front of the huge crowd, solely because his Pokemon refused to accept a little drill-Sergeant treatment. he reached into his pocket, pulling out Electabuzz's Pokeball and preparing to return him.

"Oh oh," his oponent oh-so-kindly reminded him, "if you read the rules, you know that it's one Pokemon only. Unless you want a double battle... but the Pokemon you send out is the Pokemon you use." She seemed smug, Volkner realized suddenly. He wanted to kick her around a little. But he supposed that being arrested for assaulting a little girl would put a dent in his plans.

"Fine," Volkner said, sticking the Pokeball back into his belt, "but at least let me have a moment to talk to my Pokemon."

She sighed, a snide grin crossing her lips. "Fine."

Volkner knelt in front of Electabuzz, a fierce look in his eyes. "C'mon, you little ****er. LEt's talk. OVer in the corner." He stood up and walked over to the corner. Electabuzz, with a bit of obvious reluctance, sauntered along after him.

Volkner fell to his knees in front of Electabuzz, making direct eye contact. He did not flinch at all despite the fiercely defiant gaze. He spoke slowly, carefully, choosing his words the best he could manage. With his head the way it was working at the moment, fuzzy and screaming out obscenities, it was difficult. "What's your problem?"

Of course, Electabuzz didn't respond with words: but in his own little language, a language of grunts and fists. He stuck out a finger, pointing at Volkner, before delivering another firm unch toard his gut. Volkner beared it with gritted teeth. "So I'm your problem?"

Electabuzz nodded.

"WHAT about me is your problem?"

Eelctabuzz wasn't a stupid Pokemon He was a little vilent sure, but he wasn't a barbarian. He made his fiercest possible face, turning toward the opposite way. He barked out, in what Volkner interpreted as an authoritative vice. His own. It was harsh, making Volkner flinch. Then Electabuzz turned back, making an innocent, sad and scared impression.

Volkner wasn't stupid either. Electabuzz was upset about his harsh attitude. He shut his eyes, drawing in a deep breath. "I'm sorry. I'll tell you what... you win this match for me, I buy you a big dinner with the payout. I'll even think up a little pet name for you -- like Chuseph's."

"Ten more seconds of time allowed!" the referee cried. "Challenger Volkner will be disqualified if more time is used!"

Electabuzz nodded and ran back toward the center of the ring. Volkner gave up a thumbs up to no one in articular, then followed Electabuzz.

"You finally ready?" Casey asked.

Volkner nodded. "Let's go, girly!"

"Scizzy, use Slash!"

"Electabuzz, don't let it hit you! Counterat with whatever you can!" Volkner cried, and watched as Electabuzz lowered himself to the ground, pushing himself forward and performing a low, sliding kick. Scizzy the Scizor leaped into the air to avoid the attack, pening one of his pincers and pushing it downward: with visciousness in his eyes that made Volkner convinced that its intent wasn't to win, but to eviscerate Electabuzz. He felt his heart skip a beat, his muscles tensing up, but then felt them loosen as Elecabuzz reached up, grabbing the steely red arm, and slamming him to the side. Then, relentlessly, he lifted up Scizzy once again, slamming him toward the other side: he repeated this arc-like motion three more times before finally letting go, and stood over the unconscious steel-tye, panting heavily. He walked up to VOlkner, then offered his hand.

Volkner, utterly shocked, took it and shook it: then grunted as a fist was delivered to his stomach.. He was feeling like he was going to robably going to need a doctor by the time this little tournament was over. Or maybe he would ust buy that promised dinner and eat a little of it himself. he didn't know: everything around him was sort of confusing right now.


Jasmine Steele walked onto the field, a strong conviction in her heart. This was an odd feeling to her, but she had been feeling quite odd recently anyway. Ever since she and Volkner... Well, he was cute. She had to admit that. He was a stark contrast to her timid, shy personality; he being a loud, obnoxious jerk. But every girl had a bad boy phase, she supposed, so there was not anything wrong with her having feelings for him. Was there?She shook herself out of this thoughtful trance, and glanced at her opponent. A sir Alexander, the announcement had said. He was tall, his eyes an intimidating force, keeping her from direct eye contact. He had a head of blue hair, neatly combed downward, though she had a feeling that if she walked up to him and pressed it upward, it would bounce into a u-shaped spectacle. He wore a tight silver vest, with a pair of jeans beneath that.

"Alexander Columbia," the man said.

His words were fast, like that of an auctioneer's, Jasmine mused. Perhaps he just wanted to get this over with. She did not blame him."Jasmine Steele," she responded.

"Whenever the participants are ready, they may begin!" the announcer said.

Jasmine looked at Alexander, nodding politely. "Whenever you're ready."

The man instantly flashed his hand forward, releasing a Pokemon from its circular, half-red half-white hiding place. She recognized it as an Alakazam, standing tall with pointy ears, a mustache-like projection of hairs coming from its narrow snout, the rest of its body thin: which was not a surprise. Alakazam were not known for their physical powers, but for their mental ones. She prepared to remove her own Pokeball, when her arm refused to move. She tried to move her other one, only to find that paralyzed too: a strike of fear hit her. Perhaps she was having some sort of stroke? She tried to speak, and found that capability, while supressed to a mere whisper, still functional. "...I c...can't..."

A voice entered her head. "We're getting you out of here, Miss Steele. Alakazam, drop er."


A sudden pulsation of panic rushed through her body, her muscles staying in a constant contracted state, her nerves being shot down one-by-one, each strike being an agonizing wave of pain. She didn't know what was going on. She could not think straight. Her mind was a melting mush at the hands of her torturer, and she felt consciousness slowly begin to slip away."We're losing her, Alakazam. Keep her conscious. Come, Jasmine Steele- time for you to introduce me to a friend of yours..."

Suddenly, she was brought back to this tortured reality. She cursed it. She felt herself be picked up by the arm, and within moments, the sights of the surrounding arena disappeared: she was instead met by the sights of a shocked, wide-eyed Volkner Sune.

Volkner stared at Jasmine for what felt like hours. He saw her face contorted in pain, her limbs limp, her skin a pale, sweaty white. She was pleading with him with her eyes; after a while, his glance moved up to the person holding her. He recognized it in an instant."My Alakzam is quite proficient with torture, wouldn't you think so, boy?"

"Let... her go..." Volkner whispered. His anger was rising to the point of where he felt like he was going to burst. He had her. He really did. He wondered briefly why he was even here, but he supposed that didn't matter to hm- he was here, and holding Jasmine, so he was going to die. "Jupiter, if you don't let her go right this ****in' minute, I will wring your neck!"


Author's Note (end): Boo. Yes, I wrote myself into something I really didn't want to write, so I changed it up a bit to come out with this! Any questions as to motives for this will come next chapter. For now, I leave you all on a cliff hanger. MUAHAHA. :3

EDIT: Oh my god, I almost totally forgot. Tom is a character used with permission created by bobandbill from his story, "The Retelling of Pokemon Colosseum".

IanDonyer July 11th, 2011 9:43 PM

I really don't know how to say this. It's actually somewhat difficult, despite it being positive. I'll start with this: this story is dying. There's no denying that. My last few updates have been far and few between, the quality (at least in my mind) has been slowly degenerating, and I have been quickly losing my ideas and my will to write for it.


So, as of today, “Sinnoh Stories – The Legend of Volkner” is cancelled.


But this is for the better. I have long since been slowly losing my interest in this story, because of all the twists and turns I threw in – things thrown in because I wanted to take the lazy way out of certain plots, and continued only for the sake of continuity. I'm not going to lie. The story, the way it's heading at the moment? I hate it. But I don't want it to die.


But Ian! You said this was positive! How is that positive?


Simple, voice in my head. It will be started up again, under the new name of “Rebirth of Sinnoh – Volkner's Tale”. Once again, why start it up new? Because this version will not only be a revised version of the original, but it will contain all new content, and it will remove some old content. I can guarantee two things: one, the premise of the story will be the same. Two, the characters will be the same – jerkish Volkner, excitable Gardenia and her accent, Jasmine and her shy demeanor, the mysterious Mana... all of the main characters will not be going anywhere. But other than these two guarantees, content will have the very high chance of being radically different.


I will be working on this very hard, and can guarantee one other thing: a release date!


The prologue and first chapter of “Rebirth of Sinnoh – Volkner's Tale” will be released on August 15th, 2011! Looking forward to seeing you guys again!

Astinus July 12th, 2011 10:43 AM

New Ian story soon!

I mean, thread closed on author's request. Good luck on the rewrite!


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