[Pokémon] He who is Merely a Rumour

Ah. Kk. Sooo... Out of those, I'm rooting for the midgets.

Spoiler wars sound so fun...

I still have the PMs, so here are the other two joke spoilers:

I forgot to send him that last one. Ehehehe.

In any case, in one of those spoilers, there is a nugget of truth. It's the sort of thing you'll probably be able to reflectively go back on and say "Oh. Is that it? -_-;" XD;

I think the joke spoilers on your fic were even crazier. :P

Indeed, but I'm not giving him those.

Too late! I've already got them!

SD: Elizabeth and Jacob are Team Galactic operatives and the real reason Tyson didn't want to go on a Pokemon journey is because he is a closet geometry freak. And Tyson, Haley and Alexis are Saturn, Jupiter and Mars. They just don't know it yet. o_O
C: And Dr. Goldstein is Charon.
SD: Then who's Mr Jay? ><_><
C: Professor Kauri in disguise.
SD: You had to bring that up, didn't you? v_v I is ashamed. No, he's actually Cyrus' mum.

I liked the idea of the rope traps... And there's something that bugs me about accomplishes as opposed to accomplices somewhere in or near chapter two... You should be able to Ctrl+F it, because I think that that's the only time you used that word.
And I actually think the Augury might be Cyrus spilt into two immortal midgets. Heh heh.

You're right. :P You spotted an error from about three weeks ago that nobody else spotted. ^^ *Fixed*

Chapter Ten: Burst of Light

Before I start, I would like to introduce a new form of punctuation.

"< >" indicates Pokémon speech.

Enjoy. :)

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Chapter Ten: Burst of Light

That night, the trio slept. Despite the fact that Rex was supposed to be the escort, he had acute enough psychic powers to be able to detect unwarranted intruders. By the sizzling light of the fire, four Pokémon sat. Larvitar, Venonat, Gligar, and Growlithe.

"<Gligar, you haven't said anything all night.>" Venonat looked at the newest Pokémon sympathetically.

The purple scorpion gazed at the small Pokémon. "<It's just that I'm used to being wild. I don't want to live a life of captivity and obedience. What's Bevan like, anyway?>"

"<New,>" interjected Larvitar. "<He's not exactly a skilled trainer, but he's learning.>"

"<And how does he treat you all?>"

Venonat responded. "<He takes care of us. But he hasn't really talked to us much.>"

"<Why?>"

Growlithe looked over at her trainer's friend. "<It's a mentality. We Pokémon aren't exactly liked by the Oligarchy, and Bevan is, well, the son of an Oligarch.>"

Gligar felt a bit of pride swell up in his chest. "<So, I was caught by like, a prince?>"

Growlithe scowled. "<It's nothing to be proud of.>"

"<Why not?>"

"<From what Charlotte has told me when you guys and Bevan were asleep, the Oligarchy is awful. But, I get the impression that she knows more, like, a secret about it.>"

Larvitar shifted uncomfortably. "<A - a secret?>"

"<I'm not really supposed to be telling you this, but, I've heard Charlotte talk before about this person… He who is Merely a Rumour.>"

Larvitar smirked. "<Well, it's settled then. You're getting all uppity about a rumour.>"

Growlithe stepped forward aggressively. "<It's a nickname, not an accurate description.>"

Gligar yawned, obviously bored. "<Why do you guys care about the world of humans?>"

"<Because, as captured Pokémon, we're now a part of it,>" answered Growlithe.

Gligar tilted his head towards Bevan. "<He doesn't seem to care much about the world of Pokémon.>"

Venonat stood up. It was vaguely comical – her sitting height and standing height were barely half an inch different. "<Perhaps we should get him involved.>"

Larvitar stared at Venonat sceptically. Gligar, however, was interested. "<What do you mean?>"

"<You know, talk to him. He's obviously too awkward to really start up a conversation, so we need to initiate.>"

Growlithe smiled. "<That sounds like a great idea, Venonat. After all, I've got a reasonably close relationship with Charlotte, and I'm very happy.>"

"<In the meantime, what do you say we have some fun?>" A twinkle was evident in Gligar's eyes.

"<F-fun?>" Larvitar was apprehensive. "<In these woods?>"

"<Unless you're scared,>" Growlithe taunted.

"<Fine,>" said Larvitar definitively. "<We'll go.>"

Gligar erected itself on its tails, and began hopping in a distant direction. "<Follow me!>"

After walking for about fifteen minutes, in between trees and through underground tunnels, they came to a large, beautiful lake. It was spectacular: the crescentic moonlight illuminated the pure, clean water so it looked like it was shimmering. There were wide patches of grass around it, and trees that kept it secret.

"<S-spectacular…>" Venonat was in awe. "<I've lived on Route 616 all my life, and visited this forest, and I've never been here before.>"

"<It's a bit of a secret. Almost no trainer will ever find this lake, and the ones that do will usually end up getting lost. And even though I've been here hundreds of times, it never gets old.>"

Venonat waddled up to the edge and paddled her feet playfully. Growlithe and Larvitar had dived in, swimming and racing. Gligar judged their performances. After playing for about an hour, Venonat's antennae shot up.

"<G-guys… there's something coming.>"

Larvitar and Growlithe, who were drying off on the grass, stood up. "<What?>" Gligar swooped down, about to ask the same question, when two growls came from the distance.

Four glowing, red eyes made their way forward from the trees, their canine mouths hanging open, hungry for prey. Never had they seen such an exotic and varied meal.

"<Mightyena,>" said Venonat in a quiet squeal. "<Gligar – quick, return to camp and get help.>"

"<There won't be enough time,>" said Growlithe, stepping forward. "<And we need all the help we can get.>"

The six Pokémon stood in silence for about twenty seconds, waiting for the other side to make a first strike. Silently, Venonat was using Foresight, making the two Mightyena vulnerable to her Confusion attack. The temptation was too great for one of the Mightyena. He leapt at Venonat, his hungry, drooling mouth wide open.

Venonat shuddered, releasing a Confusion attack, tripping her assailant. Larvitar then stepped back and released a Sandstorm, hurling the attacker back at a tree.

It got up, and together with the other Mightyena, charged at Larvitar, enraged. Venonat rubbed its antennae together, firing a painful Supersonic attack, causing one Mightyena to move off course. Growlithe whipped up a ring of flames around herself and charged powerfully at this Mightyena, causing it to fall to the ground, unconscious.

Larvitar, meanwhile, was waiting for the other Mightyena to get closer. Closer. When Larvitar could smell the foul stench of Mightyena's drool, he rolled to the left, and Mightyena ran directly into the lake.

Surfacing, his eye was met by Gligar's tail in a Poison Sting attack. Mightyena screamed in pain, pulling its head back, and swimming cravenly off into the distance.

The four Pokémon smiled at each other, and returned to camp, a little closer than before.


The next day, in the afternoon, Bevan and Charlotte were walking through the forest, Rex skulking behind. That morning, they had woken up to four excited Pokémon, with the most incredible of stories: they had fought off two wild Mightyena. After returning them to their balls, Charlotte had explained that his Pokémon were trying to reach out to him, and that he should return their affections.

And he had done so: he'd listened to their stories, had let them out of their Pokéballs numerous times during the day, and had laughed with them. It seemed to him that he was forging some fulfilling friendships.

"So, how far are we?"

"For a normal trainer, they'd be a couple of days away. But I know my way around this route. We'll get out in a few hours with some shortcuts."

Bevan was happy: hiking wasn't really his favourite thing, and Charlotte's shortcuts hadn't failed him yet. "And then what's after this?"

"The Academy," she smiled. "Tonight we'll be sleeping inside."

"And," mumbled Rex to himself, "I'll be rid of you."


Large windows towered over the lavish room. A thick, crimson carpet complemented the towering, white, circular walls. At the centre, a large, round mahogany table with six people sitting on comfortable leather chairs, all with laptops in front of them. An emergency Oligarchic meeting was in session, with one item on the agenda: dealing with the Dagger killings.

Every one of them was under the influence of Lord Augury, unlike when the rumour emerged five years ago. They all knew not to point fingers this time, or there would be assassinations. They had all figured that the new Nose was the result of the timid and pathetic Francis being executed in his sleep by the Moonlight Squad.

"Do you have something, or don't you?" The smug voice of Calvin Shore spoke to Susan Adams. He was the Hands of the Oligarch, responsible for the finances of the Oligarchy, which included milking as much as he could from the forced labour camps. He was in his mid-fifties, with two large, deep wrinkles on his face, each running on the outside of his mouth. His hair was grey, as were his eyes.

Susan grimaced. "I'm not the only one who needs to find him. Have you found out how he's embezzling large sums, yet? Or have your treasury agents been having the same problem that the secret police has? We have nothing, you idiot."

Samantha interjected. "Please, everyone, let's be calm, and not point the finger. We don't need any more problems."

Calvin scowled at Susan, who responded in kind. "Could we stage Augury's death?" Gareth was musing aloud.

Evan scoffed. "That would require an admission that Augury exists, which would expose the government to massive public doubt."

"A nightmare for your department, I'm sure, Evan," taunted Calvin. "But for the government as a whole, if we could convince Dagger that Augury was dead…"

"For the government as a whole to look like it was corrupted this massively and then not to execute people is bad. For everyone, Calvin," Susan rebutted. "And unrealistic. Because he's convinced the way we operate is the result of this rumour, the only way to truly convince this terrorist is by, well, changing that."

And with that explanation, Gareth shifted uncomfortably in his seat, mumbling a concession.

"So," said Evan. "Do we have any leads? Any at all? Every single one of us has some police force under our control. We must have something."

Samantha coughed to get the attention of everyone. "I have one teensy bit of footage. From last night."

She pressed a few keys on her laptop, and swiveled it for the others to see. It was a picture of two black figures at the gate of Route 616, jumping over.

"I've sent people to investigate the trees, and it has been determined that there have been people there, cleverly moving through the blind spots."

She looked with feigned sympathy at Evan, who had his fist over his mouth and his eyes closed. "They'll never catch him on Route 616," said Susan. "Someone's already been sent to guard Bevan Emerit, one of the Cloak generals. And he's nearly at the Academy. And there's no way they can penetrate that."

"Oh, I'm sorry," said Simon, speaking for the first time. "I thought that my headquarters were safe as well, but one of my top scientists was killed in broad daylight. I thought that Samantha's house was safe, but evidently not. Perhaps you overestimate the security measures you put into a school?"

Samantha looked down, and then up, at Evan. "Perhaps you should get Bevan out of there, dear, before it's too late?"

"Not quite what I was thinking," said Simon absently. "Perhaps we could use him as bait? Capture Dagger that way?"

Evan shot up, walked across the table and grabbed the Brain by his lab coat. "How about we use your family for bait, huh? What an experiment that would be? Or, better yet, use you?" Evan's eyes were fiery, his mouth lifted in disgust.

Calvin twirled a pen in his hand. "Remove yourself if you can't be civilised. This isn't a fight club, it's an meeting of the highest prestige."

Evan roughly released Simon, and turned to the Clerk in the corner. "That episode will not be in the minutes, understood?"

The timid clerk turned her head to Evan and nodded. "Yes, Mr. Emerit."


It was dark now, but had it been daytime, there would have been a burst of light. Bevan and Charlotte, in far less than the expected fortnight, had traversed through the perils of Route 616. And before them, stood two towering, metallic gates.

They had arrived at the Academy.

<"New,"> interjected Larvitar.

I'm not 100% sure though, how the pokemon were able to tell about there battle though.

Otherwise very nice chapter, definitely different from the rest. It will be interesting to see how and what the pokemon end up doing, after all, they too can make decisions based on what they hear. XD

I wonder what the academy is going to be like. :)

Very nice...
So...Is Charlotte going to get any more pokemon? I think you should give her like rilou or a buneary or maybe a bagon...

Feign said:

I'm not 100% sure though, how the pokemon were able to tell about there battle though.

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The mechanics of speech will be something that will come in the next chapter. Thanks for pointing out the mistake and the review. :)

Oblivion Reaper said:

Very nice...
So...Is Charlotte going to get any more pokemon? I think you should give her like rilou or a buneary or maybe a bagon...

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She will, eventually. The reason that she's so slow in getting Pokémon will also be revealed in the next chapter (although I've dropped some clues on this issue already).

Thanks for the review. :D

you should add a new charcter to Bevan and Charlotte duo to make it a trio
some one who is way to upbeat and oblivious and is always happy
if you do like my idea and use it, please don't make him have tragic past or dark secret...it kill the charcter

@above: Tbh, it's really rude to ask an author to insert a new character just because you think the story would be better with him/her in it. I thought there were three of them already, or has that changed in the last two chapters? That may well be what Citrinin is planning, but it's the height of rudeness to try and write the story for them.

@Citrinin: DAMMIT STOP POSTING CHAPTERS! I will review once I've posted Chapter 6 of my own fic.

how am I being rude, it is called a suggestion,
any how, it would be cool to have a trio...

@Oblivion Reaper: Eh, different authors take offence to different things. We now know what not to do in Shattered, but I don't mind such suggestions, tbh. ^^; As for a trio, it's a little cliché (in the Pokéverse, anyway) for my tastes. :s

@Sparkles: Sorry~ :3 I look forward to your review. ^_^

Chapter Eleven: The Bell Tolls for Us All

Chapter Eleven: The Bell Tolls for Us All
About a week had elapsed since the night Bevan and Charlotte had reached the Academy. Others had filtered in very slowly at first, and then very quickly. In all, about one-hundred of the five-hundred or so hopefuls had made it to the prestigious Cloak Academy.

In that time, Charlotte and Bevan had trained, and Bevan and his Pokémon had become closer. They were less distant and more friendly. It was something Bevan was delighted with, that these creatures which had been vilified by the press as dangerous and uncontrollable could be his friends.

Understanding Pokémon was an interesting challenge: as Bevan spent more time with his Pokémon, he understood them more. He could not analyse their grammar or vocabulary, but it was the odd feeling of just knowing, without knowing the reason.

After the allowed fortnight, every Cloak hopeful was given a rank in the Academy, based on the time they had entered. Charlotte was number one, Bevan was number two. They were informed that at the end of every week, they would be completely re-ranked.

They were to complete two months of basic training, and the top fifty students would be allowed to enter the field as Cloak Apprentices, a rank which most maintained for eighteen months. After that, they would become a fully fledged Cloak.

"Th-that's… the Eyes…"

Charlotte pointed in the distance to a heavily cloaked woman with long white hair. She was flanked by the almost ludicrous number of ten Cloaks.

Bevan squinted. "So it is. But she only comes for closing speeches, right?"

"Perhaps she's doing an opening one instead?" Charlotte looked nervous, the kind of nervousness which she felt around Rex.

"Hmm, she's coming this way," Bevan observed. And indeed she was, the convoy of Cloaks surrounding her. Charlotte's stomach felt like it was dropping when she realised that Susan Adams was not just walking in her general direction, but towards her.

"Bevan Emerit," said Susan with feigned admiration. "It's been a while." She turned to Charlotte, her lip twitching with contempt. "And you must be Miss Appleby, the trainer."

"F-former trainer, ma'am."

"Oh, indeed," she sneered. "I've come to do an opening speech, and, unfortunately, these dangerous times call for security measures. We'll need an update on how things went, Bevan."

Charlotte's lips parted slightly, breathing a silent sigh of relief.

"And we'd love to hear your account, Miss Appleby."


"Dr. Cicero. Your information has been useful, but misanalysed."

Dagger had strode into his new gem's office with some news. Cicero's electric hair and scraggly beard, both the results of living life in the wild, had been trimmed neatly, so he no longer possessed the mad scientist look.

"We've had a look into our sources on the Family, and we've stuck a camera in von Stauffenberg's office, something which you were unable to achieve. He was seen last night meeting with Augury – therefore, he is someone else."

Cicero furrowed his brow. "Ah. This is most unfortunate."

Dagger's eyes glinted. "For whom does the bell toll, Cicero?"

"Us all, assuredly."

"Yes, in these dark times, but a new bell has been rung. And this new bell sings a song unfavourable to Augury."

"You speak in riddles," Cicero smiled, the wrinkles around his eyes creasing affectionately.

"I've heard you like it that way," said Dagger simply. "Valuable assets get what they want."

A dangerous way of thinking, thought Cicero to himself.

"In any case," started Dagger, "we have information. And we don't know exactly what to make of some of it."

"Go on."

"From what we have got, it appears Augury is controlling all of the Oligarchs, which is not unexpected, but is a blow. We'd confirmed four and suspected the other two."

"But Augury shows a certain level of deference to von Stauffenberg that we've never seen. Occasionally he'll show affection to lure his subjects, and there is no doubt that Augury is in control, but there is a level of respect for this cult leader. And we have no idea why."

"I'm not sure I understand."

"It's like a son who joins the company that his father works at and eventually becomes his father's superior. While it is obvious the son is in control, he will not totally dominate interactions, even in the workplace."

"Due to past experience," noted Cicero. "Is it possible that von Stauffenberg is an elderly relative, or perhaps a teacher of Augury's?"

"With Augury's demeanor in the video, not just possible, but likely. This is the kink in the armour that we have been waiting for. Someone to exploit, to finally bring down He who is Merely a Rumour."


"Alright, Bevan," started Susan. It was a dimmed compartment with concrete walls and no windows; the Academy's own interrogation room. It had been a while since Susan had personally conducted an investigation. "Did anything unusual happen on Route 616?"

He'd never met Susan before, but he couldn't help but get the feeling that she was feigning this caring tone in order to pry information from him. "Rex."

"Rex was a security precaution," said Susan, biting her lip. "He was expected?"

"And the torture?"

"I'm sorry, I don't understand."

"Your beloved general released his Gengar and told it to Dark Pulse me. Do you have any idea what that feels like?"

Susan's face twitched unflatteringly. "As a matter of fact, I do. And, this is the first I'm hearing of this."

"Perhaps you should have a tighter rein on your generals."

Susan dropped all pretext of friendliness and leaned across the table dramatically. "Perhaps it was your tongue that lead him to do this? I must say, I can certainly empathise!"

"Plan on re-enacting it, you… bitch!"

Susan's face shuddered, slowly shifting back and forth, between Bevan and her guards standing by the door. Never had she experienced such blatant insolence. "E-Excuse me?"

"I'll excuse myself," said Bevan, standing up and moving to leave. He stood in front of the Cloak that blocked the door, and nudged his head to the side, as if to say, move. Naturally, the Cloak did not.

"Your father has raised you poorly, boy. I can't torture you because of him, but, if he were to take a bullet to the head…" Susan stepped closer, looking disgustedly at Bevan. "Know your limits, because eventually someone will show them to you with a large knife."

"And yet you're worried about a tiny one, a Dagger." Bevan had gotten into his 'arrogance mode', something which he found very difficult to back out of. It was his natural hatred of bullies, and his sense of entitlement due to his family that kept him going.

Susan was shuddering with hatred and blind rage. She unclenched her fists, took a deep breath, and returned to her normal self. "I cannot torture you, but I will have a word to the Headmaster. The kind of measures he's allowed to take come very, very close. By the standards of other regions, his methods are too draconian and painful for them to use on their own prisoners. Oh, and on a completely unrelated note, how do you feel about Charlotte Appleby? Knowing the way the adolescent mind wanders, and how attractive she is, it wouldn't surprise me if it was more than just friendship. And your first friend in five years since the death of your mother, too?"

Bevan's face became a scowl, and he launched himself at the Eyes. Instantly, two Cloaks pulled him back and tossed him against the wall.

Susan stood over him. "Let's just say, I don't think Miss Appleby has had a very good influence on you. And, incidentally, I'm most certainly authorised to torture her. I can kill her, without even having to write a death warrant: with most people, my spoken word is law, you see. And I would have thought you'd have had the good sense to realise this, Master Emerit."


"Ch-Charlotte!" It was eleven PM, and Bevan was waiting in her cabin. She had a pale face, and fear had enveloped her, shaking her. "What did she do to you?"

Charlotte's lips trembled as she spoke. "I-I waited in the i-interrogation r-room, for… hours… And, then sh-she c-came in. A-and she st-started asking me questions, accusing me o-of poisoning your mind…"

Bevan swore under his breath. Rex, Susan, his father… they were all horrific people. Horrific agents who would do anything, hurt anyone, to preserve their precious Oligarchy.

"A-and, after an h-hour, she o-ordered her g-guards…"

She broke down into tears, leaning away from Bevan and falling onto her bed. There were only two things that they could have done to her to make someone this tough cry like this, and one of them was illegal on underage people. That left Penalty F: kind of torture that was reserved for the worst political criminals, including those who had personally and grossly offended an Oligarch. The thought of it made him shudder with repulse and disgust.

"I- I-" Bevan didn't know what to say. His remarks were responsible for this.

"P-please, g-get out, Bevan. I n-need to be alone…"

Bevan put a hand on Charlotte's shoulder, but she shrugged it off violently. "P-please, Charlotte – I can't leave you alone."

She glared at him. "Why not?"

"Because people who face Penalty F – "

"Call it what it is! They killed my family! I saw the photos!"

Bevan recoiled, and spoke in a low voice. "I know about losing family. Even at eleven, I wanted to hang myself. P-please, you can't be alone. If you are…"

"Maybe I'll be better off," sobbed Charlotte, her tears trickling down her cheeks. "Maybe you'll be, too."

"N-no, Charlotte, please, don't talk like this… you're the only one I've ever cared about s-since my own mother…"

"I can't be here at all," despaired Charlotte. "I-I have to escape."

"They'll kill you! Please, Charlotte, if you leave-"

"The plan was a bit different, but I can't stay here," started Charlotte, her voice becoming maniacal. She pushed a red button on her watch, and strode over to her bag, pulling out a small black object. A gun.

"D-don't shoot yourself!"

Charlotte raised the weapon at Bevan's neck, and fired.


Dagger sat in his office, a message appearing on his screen. His eyes glinted with delight. "Oh, Augury… you should really keep a tighter lock on your priest's files. Oh, and I suppose I don't have to call you by your pseudonym anymore, now…"

A second message rose on his screen, and the feeling faded almost completely. He rose, swearing silently to himself, and sprinted from his office. Something had happened. So much for the "perfect plan".

Dude,That was deep and execellent
very good but... you did not say the reason why Charlotte does not have a lot more poekmon
any how, good chapter, keep the hard work...

True, I didn't. Because this chapter represented a massive change in direction than was originally planned, I couldn't put in the planned conversation that explained that. However, it will be featuring in the next few chapters. ^^

Thanks for the review. :D

No twitch was left unnoticed. No shifty glance left unquestioned.

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I recommend changing that full-stop to a comma or even a semicolon. 'No shifty glance left unquestioned' is not a complete sentence on its own, and while fragments are not always bad, this one sticks out like a sore thumb.

But, unlike the first one, this, is gnarly.

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The comma after 'But' is unnecessary, as is the one after 'this'.

But, look on the bright side.

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As is that one, I think.

Gnarled roots twisted in agony beneath his feet.

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I love this metaphor. And I really hope you're not being literal. *shudders*

A smile was on her face: she was ready to face this dangerous jungle.

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I do believe that should be a semicolon, not a colon.

Manfred von Stauffenberg

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*spittake* LOVE the name. ^_^ And Cicero, too.

His body hardening into an organic metal, Larvitar totally resisted the Poison Sting of his opponent.

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The word 'totally' doesn't seem to fit here. Dunno why . . . just rings a bit hollow with the rest of the sentence.

Your battles are getting better and better just as fast as Bevan's are. ^_^ I'm proud of you. *pets* And I like 'scorpionic'. That is an epic word.

He was standing before Lord Augury, on a timeless, dark plane.

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I feel this could have been done a bit more justice. It's a great opportunity for description, and you passed it up. Completely up to you, of course, but . . .

"What? Would you prefer father?"

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LUKE I AM YOUR *bricked*

Srsly, though, o_O?

Chapter 10

Oh and um why is Growlithe swimming? It's a Fire-type, right? It just seems a little odd . . .

"And then what's after this."

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I daresay you want a question mark here.

A thick, crimson carpet complimented the towering, white, circular walls.

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Bad Citrinin. Bad! I do believe you mean 'complemented'.

I'm losing track of all these hands, ears, eyes, noses, mouths, chocolate bars. You keep introducing new characters, and then moving on. It's a little confusing, especially when you bring them back in later. @_@

Chapter 11

OH NOES THE BELLS. YOU STOLERD THE BELLS FROM MOI.

They were informed that at the end of every week, they would be completed re-ranked.

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I think you mean 'completely' re-ranked.

"Plan on re-enacting it, you… bitch!"

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O_O How'd that get past the swear filter?

Charlotte raised the weapon at Bevan's neck, and fired.

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OMGWTFBBQTOMATOSAUCEOVERLOAD

*head asplodes* Wow, this is getting incredibly interesting. And I'm looking forward to finding out what's got Dagger so annoyed. Now I've finally caught up, all I have left to say is MOAR MOAR MOAR!!!1!!9!11!! Keep up the good work!

Thanks for the review, Sparkles. :3 I will make the changes as suggested. ^_^

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Sparkles said:

LUKE I AM YOUR *bricked*

Srsly, though, o_O?

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Not exactly. You know me, I don't go for clichés like that. :3

You'll have to wait for the Bridge between Parts 1 and 2 to find out what I really meant. :P

Sparkles said:

Oh and um why is Growlithe swimming? It's a Fire-type, right? It just seems a little odd . . .

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I thought about this, but he's also a dog, and dogs like swimming. (Well, mine did.) Besides which, Growlithe is competitive with Larvitar. If Larvitar started swimming and Growlithe said "I can't", then it would be admitting defeat.

Sparkles said:

O_O How'd that get past the swear filter?

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I'll PM you. ;>

Sparkles said:

You keep introducing new characters, and then moving on. It's a little confusing, especially when you bring them back in later. @_@

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OK, I was worried that this might happen. Luckily, I've introduced almost all of the named characters that I plan to introduce throughout the story. But, from now on, whenever I pull up a minor character, I'll include a small introduction. :)