fishyfool
Bitter old fart.
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- Somewhere where the werewolves were wearing tweed
- Seen Apr 19, 2013
So, I'm not entirely sure if this sort of thing is actually abhorred here, but in any situation, this is a serious preview of a not-too-serious fic. Because fate states that said fics normally bomb, one will simply ask that you view this snippet and tell me exactly what you think of it.
Ah, rated PG-14 for cussing.
In the world of Pokémon, there are a few cases of some legendary heroes who have fought the greater evils to save their world, often at great cost. Some of these heroes are humans turned into Pokémon, selected by an unknown force, and their partners, those who looked after their back while in tight spots and were given courage by the human.
And yet, in other scenarios, there are those who have been defeated at the final hurdle, a jump too high or too long, just as victory was in their grasp. Said failed heroes are forgotten and unremembered, a mere group of fools who were too cocky or brash to ever succeed. In any case, their existence is torn from them, their lives erased, and their memories shred into dust.
However, all heroes, successful or not, are chosen by a certain being known as Fate, a completely omnipresent being of unimaginable power. Very few have heard of Him, and none have seen Him, but all believe in Him as He guides them to victory or death. As it were, many see Him as a great warrior, a valiant knight to defend all, while others see him as a cloud above all others, sending divine judgment to all evil and giving destiny to all Pokémon.
Naturally, the mere reality that Fate is merely a large goat wearing a golden ring and going by the name of Arceus is immediately discounted on the fact that said train of thought is utter bullshit, as nobody knows what the hell a goat is.
Nevertheless, the fact that Fate, Arceus or Goat, depending on your ethics and beliefs, governs over our destinies and paths we walk was more than likely irresponsible for this tale, a tale that spans a world where the thought of a human being a Pokémon was ridiculous, if very seldom true, and where the same paths in dungeons are never walked or the same due to the status of the failure of existence is also unbelievably true.
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"And that concludes our lesson on when you should just say 'Indeed'. Class is dismissed!"
The cluster of living creatures gave a cheer that resonated around the area giving the effect of a Skitty being violated by a Wailord and the sound of several bodies rising filled the remaining rubble of air with a thought of neglect as said air broke down and cried at the uselessness of existing. In a regular case, the beings would then slide their chairs under their desks in eerie unison, before filing out the nearby door in an orderly manner before walking the fifty feet to the educational establishment gateway and break apart like a jet of water in a whirlwind.
This wasn't a regular case, as you don't meet many humans who can spit a volume of fire to burn any homework sheet, or who can cause the ground beneath their teachers' feet to give way suddenly, nor are there many humans who can actually scratch their arses while giving a rather invigorating lecture on dealing with over-talkative Chatot. Hugh the Garchomp could, however, and with his pointless head pods and his charming dorsal fin sticking out like a very sore thumb, he could give a proper feeling of respect to anyone.
Currently he was watching the youngsters chat amongst themselves for the few minutes before the utility Voltorb suddenly remembered that his sole purpose in life was to explode spontaneously for no reason other than it being fun, and had kept note to send a couple of prospective pupils to the local temple to see about that Yache supply that was running dangerously low. He sighed and sorted through his generically-sized bag for a couple of things, namely a Rawst Berry for when that jackass Spiritomb thought it amusing to torch his paperwork for the day and ended up burning a poor Paras that had bumped into him.
He took great pleasure in cementing said keystone into a toilet and flushing it. As it were, Hugh looked towards the two Pokémon who were randomly selected in the same way that the Pokémon in Monster Houses who plummeted from the sky were plopped down right around the lower levelled escort to do said task of visiting the local temple with the important delivery for said Paras.
The slightly bigger of the two had the generic appearance of what humans would call a 'scorpion', only this one was two shades of blue and had a pincer-style sting that could likely make any non-metallic Pokémon throw up. His buddy was a small white thing that looked like a tree with its entire foliage covering its view, and with what appeared to be a pair of discs thoroughly embedded in the skull.
"Callyn, Rayos, can you two stay here for a moment after the blast? I've an errand for you both, if you remember." Hugh bluntly requested with the sort of tone a murderer says to the terrified victim before slotting them. The two of them heard him and gave a nod at just the right time that atop the building, said Voltorb saw his favourite rock, one with a decidedly sharp edge perfect for wrist cutting. With a lack of wrists, however, he merely rolled full speed into it, and detonated.
The natural sound of a bomb exploding filled the air in the school, and in human establishments a cry of 'Terrorist!' would be uttered, leading in a massive trampling of some hapless schoolboy as everyone rushed around in false alarm. Here, the Pokémon gave another audio-rending ruckus before filing out in pairs from the cave entrance to the world outside, leaving the Ralts and Skorupi with the Mach Pokémon.
"As you two know, Hilton couldn't join us today or yesterday due to a horrific attack by a creature of pure evil and malice, and is recuperating at the temple. I've taken the effort to procure a Rawst Berry from a dungeon nearby, with much effort, and would like you two to take it to her."
Hugh reached out and held the small satchel as though it were nuclear to the pair, who stared at him blankly before he gave a heavy sigh.
"Let me guess...you went and watched that Pixie Show again? I've said before that those flashing eyes can give Pokémon memory lapses..."
=-=-=
The very theory of Pokémon and technology is an astounding subject to step on, but the gist of things is that Pokémon are smarter than us humans. While our scientists squander public money on creating doomsday devices or finding objects smaller than their reproductive organs – a task still thought to be impossible – the Pokémon were finding ways to make their lives much better. As a result, they invented microvision, a form of small television that you activate using your mind. The very basis behind it was that it gave the nippers entertainment and news broadcasters a greater berth of communication, but all this failed when the Pokémon known as Uxie decided to film a reality show where a group of Pokémon are shoved into a mansion and monitored heavily. The flashing eyes he had gave many Pokémon headaches and wiped tiny little insignificant things, such as how to piss, from their brains. Ultimately he was fined several hundred thousand chu, and his shows were scrapped. Uxie still made plenty of chu, however, by his manga series, replete with flashing eyes, and bypassed the whole fining system by bluntly stating that 'anyone should realise that epileptics shouldn't read this material'. The law is still seeking a loophole to nail him.
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"Er...could I ask what may be in it for us? I mean, I'm not exactly perfect with Hilton after that incident with our hidden powers..." Rayos stated, and with good reason: Having Dry Skin when your old pal's hidden power harnesses the essence of flame isn't healthy, and Hilton was left scorched by Rayos' own power, to the amusement of the class.
"Ah, but of course! Since you will naturally ask, I've set aside fifty chu each for you as reward, which you can use as you please. I'll await news from the temple for the success."
With two nods and the acceptance of some good chu, currency named after the fact that it is the same colour as a human mascot's beak, the pair set off for the temple, leaving Hugh behind to check up with his old friend via psychocommunication to receive the latest headlines on who killed who and whether or not his bid to head off for the Ubers League was accepted or not.
=-=-=
While this was going on, in a separate dimension, a green Pokémon with a large leaf on his head was about to enter a mysteriously large warp hole while restraining a rotund spectre with one eye. Dropping a quintet of cogs, he then shoved forward into the hole, leaving behind his old human-cum-Pokémon friend and their partner to inevitably change time and cause their disappearance from the universe forever.
However, as they travelled back to their timezone, something abnormal happened. With but a mere thought, the contextual pathway was diverted and the two were sent spinning into a great void whereby the two looked each other as though they would annihilate the other upon landing, before the world turned white as they popped out of the Dimensional Hole.
"Grovyle, you fool! You doomed us!" the larger of the two growled with a voice that coined the tone of a grave.
"If I must die to restore time, so be it, Dusknoir. You have no idea whether or not they will succeed, as do I."
"Psst. Hey, you two!" a third unknown voice butted into the petty argument causing both videogame characters to look around the room they ended up in, and both turned to look at what seemed to be a statue of a goat. Said statue stood roughly eighteen feet tall, and as the two Pokémon looked at it with detached curiosity, the voice rang out again.
"No, down here fools!" it seemed to taunt. Following the instructions of a giant deity, they peered at the feet to lay their eyes on a small brown thing known colloquially as a Diglett. Said Diglett blinked twice before burrowing underground at the sound of several footsteps as the pair turned to the doorway to find themselves ever so slightly surrounded by a small militia of generic powerhouse Pokémon.
"Crap."
"How unfortunate."
Ah, rated PG-14 for cussing.
In the world of Pokémon, there are a few cases of some legendary heroes who have fought the greater evils to save their world, often at great cost. Some of these heroes are humans turned into Pokémon, selected by an unknown force, and their partners, those who looked after their back while in tight spots and were given courage by the human.
And yet, in other scenarios, there are those who have been defeated at the final hurdle, a jump too high or too long, just as victory was in their grasp. Said failed heroes are forgotten and unremembered, a mere group of fools who were too cocky or brash to ever succeed. In any case, their existence is torn from them, their lives erased, and their memories shred into dust.
However, all heroes, successful or not, are chosen by a certain being known as Fate, a completely omnipresent being of unimaginable power. Very few have heard of Him, and none have seen Him, but all believe in Him as He guides them to victory or death. As it were, many see Him as a great warrior, a valiant knight to defend all, while others see him as a cloud above all others, sending divine judgment to all evil and giving destiny to all Pokémon.
Naturally, the mere reality that Fate is merely a large goat wearing a golden ring and going by the name of Arceus is immediately discounted on the fact that said train of thought is utter bullshit, as nobody knows what the hell a goat is.
Nevertheless, the fact that Fate, Arceus or Goat, depending on your ethics and beliefs, governs over our destinies and paths we walk was more than likely irresponsible for this tale, a tale that spans a world where the thought of a human being a Pokémon was ridiculous, if very seldom true, and where the same paths in dungeons are never walked or the same due to the status of the failure of existence is also unbelievably true.
=-=-=
"And that concludes our lesson on when you should just say 'Indeed'. Class is dismissed!"
The cluster of living creatures gave a cheer that resonated around the area giving the effect of a Skitty being violated by a Wailord and the sound of several bodies rising filled the remaining rubble of air with a thought of neglect as said air broke down and cried at the uselessness of existing. In a regular case, the beings would then slide their chairs under their desks in eerie unison, before filing out the nearby door in an orderly manner before walking the fifty feet to the educational establishment gateway and break apart like a jet of water in a whirlwind.
This wasn't a regular case, as you don't meet many humans who can spit a volume of fire to burn any homework sheet, or who can cause the ground beneath their teachers' feet to give way suddenly, nor are there many humans who can actually scratch their arses while giving a rather invigorating lecture on dealing with over-talkative Chatot. Hugh the Garchomp could, however, and with his pointless head pods and his charming dorsal fin sticking out like a very sore thumb, he could give a proper feeling of respect to anyone.
Currently he was watching the youngsters chat amongst themselves for the few minutes before the utility Voltorb suddenly remembered that his sole purpose in life was to explode spontaneously for no reason other than it being fun, and had kept note to send a couple of prospective pupils to the local temple to see about that Yache supply that was running dangerously low. He sighed and sorted through his generically-sized bag for a couple of things, namely a Rawst Berry for when that jackass Spiritomb thought it amusing to torch his paperwork for the day and ended up burning a poor Paras that had bumped into him.
He took great pleasure in cementing said keystone into a toilet and flushing it. As it were, Hugh looked towards the two Pokémon who were randomly selected in the same way that the Pokémon in Monster Houses who plummeted from the sky were plopped down right around the lower levelled escort to do said task of visiting the local temple with the important delivery for said Paras.
The slightly bigger of the two had the generic appearance of what humans would call a 'scorpion', only this one was two shades of blue and had a pincer-style sting that could likely make any non-metallic Pokémon throw up. His buddy was a small white thing that looked like a tree with its entire foliage covering its view, and with what appeared to be a pair of discs thoroughly embedded in the skull.
"Callyn, Rayos, can you two stay here for a moment after the blast? I've an errand for you both, if you remember." Hugh bluntly requested with the sort of tone a murderer says to the terrified victim before slotting them. The two of them heard him and gave a nod at just the right time that atop the building, said Voltorb saw his favourite rock, one with a decidedly sharp edge perfect for wrist cutting. With a lack of wrists, however, he merely rolled full speed into it, and detonated.
The natural sound of a bomb exploding filled the air in the school, and in human establishments a cry of 'Terrorist!' would be uttered, leading in a massive trampling of some hapless schoolboy as everyone rushed around in false alarm. Here, the Pokémon gave another audio-rending ruckus before filing out in pairs from the cave entrance to the world outside, leaving the Ralts and Skorupi with the Mach Pokémon.
"As you two know, Hilton couldn't join us today or yesterday due to a horrific attack by a creature of pure evil and malice, and is recuperating at the temple. I've taken the effort to procure a Rawst Berry from a dungeon nearby, with much effort, and would like you two to take it to her."
Hugh reached out and held the small satchel as though it were nuclear to the pair, who stared at him blankly before he gave a heavy sigh.
"Let me guess...you went and watched that Pixie Show again? I've said before that those flashing eyes can give Pokémon memory lapses..."
=-=-=
The very theory of Pokémon and technology is an astounding subject to step on, but the gist of things is that Pokémon are smarter than us humans. While our scientists squander public money on creating doomsday devices or finding objects smaller than their reproductive organs – a task still thought to be impossible – the Pokémon were finding ways to make their lives much better. As a result, they invented microvision, a form of small television that you activate using your mind. The very basis behind it was that it gave the nippers entertainment and news broadcasters a greater berth of communication, but all this failed when the Pokémon known as Uxie decided to film a reality show where a group of Pokémon are shoved into a mansion and monitored heavily. The flashing eyes he had gave many Pokémon headaches and wiped tiny little insignificant things, such as how to piss, from their brains. Ultimately he was fined several hundred thousand chu, and his shows were scrapped. Uxie still made plenty of chu, however, by his manga series, replete with flashing eyes, and bypassed the whole fining system by bluntly stating that 'anyone should realise that epileptics shouldn't read this material'. The law is still seeking a loophole to nail him.
=-=-=
"Er...could I ask what may be in it for us? I mean, I'm not exactly perfect with Hilton after that incident with our hidden powers..." Rayos stated, and with good reason: Having Dry Skin when your old pal's hidden power harnesses the essence of flame isn't healthy, and Hilton was left scorched by Rayos' own power, to the amusement of the class.
"Ah, but of course! Since you will naturally ask, I've set aside fifty chu each for you as reward, which you can use as you please. I'll await news from the temple for the success."
With two nods and the acceptance of some good chu, currency named after the fact that it is the same colour as a human mascot's beak, the pair set off for the temple, leaving Hugh behind to check up with his old friend via psychocommunication to receive the latest headlines on who killed who and whether or not his bid to head off for the Ubers League was accepted or not.
=-=-=
While this was going on, in a separate dimension, a green Pokémon with a large leaf on his head was about to enter a mysteriously large warp hole while restraining a rotund spectre with one eye. Dropping a quintet of cogs, he then shoved forward into the hole, leaving behind his old human-cum-Pokémon friend and their partner to inevitably change time and cause their disappearance from the universe forever.
However, as they travelled back to their timezone, something abnormal happened. With but a mere thought, the contextual pathway was diverted and the two were sent spinning into a great void whereby the two looked each other as though they would annihilate the other upon landing, before the world turned white as they popped out of the Dimensional Hole.
"Grovyle, you fool! You doomed us!" the larger of the two growled with a voice that coined the tone of a grave.
"If I must die to restore time, so be it, Dusknoir. You have no idea whether or not they will succeed, as do I."
"Psst. Hey, you two!" a third unknown voice butted into the petty argument causing both videogame characters to look around the room they ended up in, and both turned to look at what seemed to be a statue of a goat. Said statue stood roughly eighteen feet tall, and as the two Pokémon looked at it with detached curiosity, the voice rang out again.
"No, down here fools!" it seemed to taunt. Following the instructions of a giant deity, they peered at the feet to lay their eyes on a small brown thing known colloquially as a Diglett. Said Diglett blinked twice before burrowing underground at the sound of several footsteps as the pair turned to the doorway to find themselves ever so slightly surrounded by a small militia of generic powerhouse Pokémon.
"Crap."
"How unfortunate."