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[Pokémon] Best Laid Plans [PG-13]

JX Valentine

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A few nitpick notes that distracted me:

1. There were a number of instances that were actually run-ons – sentences that are made up of three or more independent clauses (parts that could stand alone as their own sentences) strung together into one long string. Here's a tip. Whenever you insert a colon ( : ) or comma, replace it with a period temporarily. If you end up with two complete sentences (however short they may be), end the sentence after the second thought and do not go on to a third. Yes, you should do this even if you're punctuating with a colon.

2. Not all conjunctions (and, but, or, for, nor, yet, so) need a comma before them. You only put a comma before a conjunction if you're creating a compound sentence or ending a list of three or more items. Anything else? Drop the comma.

3. It's is a contraction for "it is." Its is a possessive pronoun (meaning something belongs to whatever "it" is referring to). Here's a tip: no pronoun has an apostrophe in it. If you see an apostrophe in any pronoun, it's a contraction for something else. (I say this because this all made Joey's line unintentionally amusing for the grammar nerds in the back row.)

4. You have a habit of stopping the narration to describe a person. I could swallow it when Ian caught a good glimpse of his attacker in that flash (because that led to him becoming a witness that needed to be killed), but it's harder to swallow with Joey. Remember that when describing anyone, you should attempt to merge details with action. Don't put the story on pause just so you can tell us how tall a character is and exactly what colors his clothing was. In Joey's introduction, I'd say you could try doing something like having him push the brim of his blue cap up so his brown eyes could get a better look at Chris. At the same time, you could also say that strands of his brown hair fell free from the cap to fall in front of his face. Notice how descriptions like these don't make the reader feel like time has frozen? That is, it makes them feel like they're still watching the characters do something, as opposed to feeling like all they're seeing is a still image. By integrating description like this, you can maintain the momentum of the story, if that makes sense at all.

Why is it bad to break the momentum of a story? Think of it like this. You're driving down a road that's not particularly well-maintained. Every time you stop the story to throw in a description without integrating it, it feels like a pothole. When you hit that patch of slow narration (which it is because the characters stop all action in order for the narrator to describe something), you either end up slowing down or feeling a bit jarred due to how abrupt it came. Integrating description with action is like patching a road. You know it has to be done, so you're trying to make it as smooth as possible by having it be difficult for a reader to tell what part is the activity in the fic and what part is purely there for descriptive purposes whenever they're going over it (just like a driver can't tell what parts are cement that's been there for ages and what parts are patched-over potholes while they're driving).

Does that make sense at all?

5. Speaking about not breaking the momentum, it's cool that Bosca's name comes from "boscage," but don't put a parenthetical aside that tells the reader this. To put it bluntly, it's a little on the insulting-a-reader's-intelligence side, and it creates the same effect as the pothole analogy I mentioned just a moment ago due to how abrupt the explanation is.

The above also extends to parenthetical statements in general. For example, your description of her bite wound (right when she was climbing onto Chris's shoulder after her match against Rats) had the unfortunate effect of making the sentence feel like it was going on forever. While that data is vital, it might be better if you put it in a separate sentence – maybe even preceded it with a note that Chris caught sight of it but knew that it would heal in a couple of days. (Otherwise, it just feels like the narrator is telling us this to reassure us, rather than because one of the characters needed to be reassured.)

6. You know, I never understood why absolutely everyone has to give trained Pokémon nicknames. Some just don't, especially in canon. I know that Joey prizes his Rattata more than pretty much everything else in the world, but he just calls his Rattata… his Rattata. It doesn't have a name. I only say this because for some reason, writers like to think that Pokémon need nicknames in order to be differentiated from any other Pokémon, but canon shows us that it's not exactly common to have Pokémon with nicknames, regardless of how close you are to them. Beyond that, it's perfectly possible to have a Rattata character whose name is Rattata and who has a detailed personality that separates them from every other Rattata in existence. Really, I guess you could say that I think that nicknames are, in themselves, minor clichés.

Also, it's a lot like having an Ash who decides that his Pikachu needs to be named Bob.

7. "Ninja" does not need to be capitalized. However, instances of "mish" that are at the beginning of a sentence (even if that sentence is preceded by an ellipsis) does.


On the upside, however, these are the things I thoroughly approve of:

1. Joey as a main character. I'm a sucker for a lot of things, and fanwork that acknowledges memes is one of them. From what I can see so far, Joey has the potential for being a pretty interesting sidekick, especially given that conversation after the battle. He's simply an adorable little fanboy, so I can't wait to see what he makes of Chris in gym battles. I feel like we're going to be hearing that Bosca is the top percentage of Pokémon quite a lot from here on out. Also, the entire rant about Rattata was priceless.

2. The starter choice. While I'm still a bit skeptical about why this seems to be a game-based fic that discarded the traditional starters, I can't argue with the triangle you came up with. It's actually pretty clever on an "I see what you did there" level, what with the fact that it's not only Grass/Fire/Water but also Fighting (eventually, anyway)/Dark/Psychic. Also, the Shroomish line in general needs more love, so of course I can't turn that one down.

3. Bosca in general is adorable, and she's already getting a hint of a personality (what with her response to Chris's question about how she fared with the sunlight in chapter two and all). Same thing with Rats, actually, considering that little moment of pride after Joey told Chris off for insulting Rattata. I never understood why writers seemed to have difficulties coming up with personalities for the Pokémon that accompany their trainers (without making them seem human, at least), so I've got high hopes for this one.

4. I mean, seriously on that note about Bosca. It's interesting to see that she's nervous about battling initially. From what I can tell, given her reaction to Chris when they're introduced to each other and given her reaction here, that she's a pretty timid Pokémon. This will certainly make her interactions with both Rats and Chris's future Pokémon rather interesting, and it opens her up to a potential for some pretty awesome character development. I'm looking forward to watching her grow out of the shy mushroom she is now.

5. The battle was well-written. So many authors tend to have a character's first match last only a couple of rounds, and so many of those forget that details are vital in Pokémon battles. You acknowledge that we need to be able to visualize what's going on in order to feel like we're right there watching it happen, and you use some of these details to build up your characters rather nicely. For example, the gray blood leading to Chris's uncertainty? It's interesting to see that he doesn't quite know what he's doing. He might have worked in a lab, but he's not a Gary Stu who knows everything ever about Pokémon right as he's starting out. Rather, he's got a bit to learn about how the whole training business works… and he has even more to learn about his own Pokémon partner.

It was also nice to see him worried about how Bosca must have felt being attacked. Chris might not be the brightest or most tactful, but it's obvious that he's still compassionate on a level.



In short, this looks like it could be going somewhere. On the one hand, I'm a bit hesitant because it looks like a journey fic, and those have the unfortunate tendency of following the same kinds of plots depending on the game they're modeled after. For example, kid wakes up, gets starter, goes on journey for badges alongside one or two traveling companions, defeats the regional evil organization, and so on. It runs at a risk of being predictable, basically.

On the other, I have to admit I like your characters. All of them have interesting personalities, and you do include some rather nice curveballs (like having a Shroomish starter, making that Shroomish timid, giving someone Joey as a traveling companion). I sort of want to continue reading just to see how these characters develop because I will say that's where your talent seems to lie most right now.

Also, it's clear that you make battles enjoyable to read, and that's one of the keystones of a journey fic. If you keep up that element of uncertainty (where it's not completely a sure thing that Chris knows exactly what he's doing or that Chris is going to win), you might just have enough to keep this interesting right there.

I will say, though, that there's things that need to be polished. Mostly nitpicks, admittedly (especially with the bit about nicknames). What might help is simply reading your work aloud. That forces you to slow down during the proofreading stages, and it helps you by letting you hear what you've written. Anything that sounds long-winded or out-of-left-field most likely is, so going over it in a way that allows you to listen carefully to your own narration will help you pick out those exact awkward parts.

So… yes. Not sure what to think at the moment, but I'll keep an eye on this. Good luck with future chapters, and I hope any of this can be of some kind of use to you.
 

IanDonyer

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best laid plans


To say that the death of a family member can hit somebody hard is a bit of an understatement. I considered Ian my family; I had very few friends in the small town I called home, but he was definitely one of them.

And there's an odd feeling that comes with learning of murder: at least for me.

You want vengeance. And sometimes, you look back and find it ironic just how close you come to it.


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Chris and Joey walked into the Pokemon Center the next day, Chris with an arm slung around Joey's shoulder.

"Nice mom ya got, kiddo. Amazin' cook," he said.

"I know, right?" Joey responded.

"Shame we're leavin' – SO staying with her on my way baaaack!"

Chris also had to admit, there was another reason he had enjoyed the stay at Joey's home here: his mother was one hell of a looker. He grinned secretly with this knowledge.

"So, anyways, I'd best go on and make my calls."

Bosca was walking happily alongside the two, eyes wandering around the building with interest. Joey nodded, and the trio walked over to one of the computers offered by the center.

Chris flipped on the power switch and typed in the phone number to his mother, first. Having a tech-savvy mother had its advantages. The screen flashed into life, and Chris saw his home in the background.

"Chris!" his mother cried out. "You got to Cherrygrove already?"

"Yep. Time flies when you're havin' fun." Chris grinned goofily, drawing Joey in close to him and pointing to him.

"Ah! I got'cha. Who's your friend?" she asked.

Joey pulled off his hat, nodding toward the woman on the screen. "Joey Collins, ma'am."

"Elizabeth Avrich," she said.

"Nice to meet you, ma'am," Joey responded.

"So, mom – how're things back home?"

"Nice, as usual. Pretty quiet... though I told Miss Mumper about Bosca, and her daughter wants to see. I imagine you'll be hounded when you get home."

"Oh, joy. Thanks, mom."

"Speaking of which, how is she?"

Chris leaned over for a moment and picked up Bosca, hugging her close to his chest.

Bosca narrowed her eyes, glaring at the screen. "Mish."

"Mish, Shroo, shroomish!" his mother said in response.

"Shroomish!" Bosca's eye twitched.

"Mish, mish!" Elizabeth Avrich continued

"Shroomish, shroo!" Bosca exclaimed.

"Mish, shroomish, shroomish, shroo!"

"Calm down, mom," Chris said, grinning from ear to ear. "I think you just insulted Bosca's mother."

"Mish, shroo!" Bosca cried, and slammed her face into the computer screen. She went limp in Chris's arms, and the screen was unaffected.

"Right. Sorry, Bosca!" she said. "I just wanted to speak in your language."

"...Mmmmiiiishhhh..."

Chris gently stroked Bosca's head, ignoring the fact that Joey had broken down laughing beside them. "Anyways, mom, I've got to call Professor Elm. It was nice talkin' to ya! I'll call ya when I come back 'round here."

His mother nodded, pressing her fingers against the computer screen. "I miss ya already, kiddo. I'd better see you soon..."

Chris kept one hand hugged around Bosca, while he gave a thumbs up with the other. "You bet'cha."

And with a small string of key commands, the screen went blank.

"Odd mom you've got there," Joey noted, his breathe still short.

"Thank ya." Chris winked, and began to type in the number for the Elm Laboratory.

The call almost went to a voice message, Chris estimated, but a face popped up on the screen seconds before this could happen. It was an unfamiliar one, one of a gruff and stoic demeanor signaling an oddly jaded personality. He wore a blue policeman's cap perched upon his head, and what was visible of the uniform only confirmed Chris's suspicions.

The man regarded him with a rough glare. He was pressed up against the computer screen as if trying to hide what was showing behind him. Chris heard the sounds of people talking behind him.

"Hello," the man said. "What is your business with this Laboratory?"

"...I'm lookin' for Professor Elm," Chris responded after a moment of pause. "I'm runnin' an errand for him and promised I'd call 'im when I got 'ta Cherrygrove."

"The end of that errand may just come soon. What's your name?"

"Christopher Lawrence Avrich," Chris said. "Elm'll recognize it... where is he?"

The man turned around, now hiding the entire screen with his broad back. Chris, for a few moments, only saw a dark, royal blue and only heard the sound of whispered conversation.

Then Elm popped onto the screen.

He was a ghostly pale, as if he had just witnessed the end of the world. He wore a shaky smile, and stared at Chris silently.

Neither of them spoke for what felt like about three or four minutes.

"Ian's dead, Chris," Elm said finally.

Chris felt a horror like nothing he had ever felt before wash over his being. Blood rushed toward his face, turning them a rosy pink. His muscles tensed, and his hands clenched into fists (Bosca had, by now, leaped down to the floor).

"...H-..." Chris tried to speak, but only got a sound out. He waited for a few seconds, smacked his lips, and tried again. "...H-...how...?"

"He was murdered, Chris. Evidence suggest that it was late last night, so far. His... his throat was cut."

The fists grew tighter.

The officer pulled Elm away from the screen, and Chris heard the sound of a chastisement going on. Elm took it all with a head hung low, he imagined: it was what Elm would do.

Chris was glad, though. He was glad Elm had apparently defied orders to inform him.

"... Goodbye, Professor," Chris murmured, and prepared to hit the computer's off-switch.

"Stop it right now, Mr. Avrich."

It was the voice of the Police Officer. Chris stopped.

"I'm afraid because of what Elm told you, we're going to have to cut your errand short indeed, and have you come back to New Bark. We'll send Police Escorts."

"...It's for the purpose of science!" Chris heard Elm interject. "Let him finish: do it with the escorts if he has to."

The policeman turned around for a moment, and Chris saw his neck move. He turned back around to the screen.

"Fine. Wait where you are Mr. Avrich, we'll be sending two escorts to your location."

Chris shut off the computer, turned around, and headed for the door.

"H-hey!" Joey intervened. He rushed forward, placing a hand on Chris's back.

Chris did not stop. He picked up the pace, in fact. The automatic doors of the Pokemon Center slid open for him. He started running. His feet felt like they were not touching the ground, but instead gliding, gliding so far and so fast that he could never halt to a stop...

Until he ran into the red-haired figure.

It was a massive, forceful collision. Chris felt his head connect with the other person's, and a jolt of pain rushed through his body. The person who he had run took the brunt of the fall, and Chris was thankful for that: but the sensation of a man's shoe driving into your bare thigh was not pleasant. He wished he hadn't worn these god damn shorts. Plus the light blue color of them and his windbreaker didn't help: they would be stained with dirt.

Chris rolled off the person, and examined him as he lay there, recovering from the shock of it all.

It was a boy. Around his age, definitely. The hair topping his head was a bright red, not quite the color of fresh blood but eerily close. He wore a jacket as well, but this one was buttoned up, and a jet black color with a red stripe running down the center. On the right breast was a small, barely noticeable "R" patched in. It looked inexperienced, installed by someone who was a newbie to sewing. His pants were a jet black as well, and his shoes were as red as his hair. On his belt were two Pokeballs.

Not the most original of dressers, to say the least.

Chris leaped to his feet, and so did the red-haired boy. The two of them stared each other down for a moment, before the boy spoke up.

"Watch where you're running, jackass," he mumbled.

Chris felt a sudden compulsion. He grinned from ear to ear, his eyes flashing with excitement.

"You shouldn't have been in my way, ya bastard," Chris retorted.

The boy glared at him. "Excuse me?"

Chris folded his arms over his chest, and nodded. It was rigid enough so that Chris expected it to squeak a bit, like an unoiled door squeaking on its hinges. "You heard me."

The boy nodded in response. "So I did."

"Mish!" Bosca approached Chris out of the crowd, and leaped up and down. Chris kneeled down for a moment, presenting a shoulder for the Shroomish to ride on; she accepted with a happy squeak, and Chris stood back up again.

"Fine. You want to be a jackass?" the boy said. "Fine. By now you've probably figured it out – we're both Pokemon Trainers, aren't we?"

Chris nodded. "Myself better than you," he added, a sense of self-worth thrust into his voice last moment.

The boy scowled. "... -and- so we both know how to battle. I'm gonna wipe that smug grin off your face. Follow me."

Chris nodded again. It wasn't the aggression outlet he had hoped for, but it would work. He would kick this red-haired jackass into the ground, then get out a good cry, maybe, and finally get the hell on with his life. It sounded so perfect.

The two of them traveled for almost fifteen minutes: Joey never showed up. Chris was a bit baffled at this, but otherwise didn't care.

The two of them came to a stop a little north of Cherrygrove's borders. It was an odd spot to choose, Chris mused, but it was isolated. That meant Chris could go all out without worrying on drawing attention (because, at the moment, he was disobeying a direct order from a homicide detective with perfect legal rights to detain him (Chris knew this from a murder-mystery he had watched once on TV) and it would be the last thing he wanted).

"So, guy," the boy said. "I suppose you'd best know the -name- of the person who's going to stomp you, huh? Russo. Adrian Russo."

He was grinning from ear to ear, one Pokeball in hand. It was extended in front of him, hand curled around it.

"Chris Avrich," Chris responded, and nodded toward him once again.

Bosca leaped off his shoulder, and stood in front of him. She chirped her understanding.

The air in the area was tense: it was tangible, so much so that Chris could feel it compacting around him, falling in on him and making it hard to stand under the pressure.

"Adrian Russo, huh," Chris said. "Italian?"

Adrian nodded.

"Shit." Chris let the word slip out, masking it as a cocky denial of what he was really thinking. "The movies paint Italians as mobsters. Real tough guys, badasses. Glad to see they're wrong."

Adrian scoffed. "We'll see about that! Go, Sneasel!"

In a bright flash of light, a weasel-like creature appeared, black fur hanging tightly onto his skin. He had normal-sized eyes, but the pupils were a beady black. He had no fingers, so to speak: instead, his fingers were razor-sharp claws. On his head was a single red feather, about two or three inches long.

Adrian let his hand fell back down to his side, hooking the Pokeball back onto its belt.

"Tagliate a dadi e il fungo," Adrian said.

Chris looked at the boy like he was growing lobsters out of his ears.

Sneasel seemed to understand the odd language though, as he zipped forward. The only thing Chris could see was a black flash, before the Pokemon was in front of Bosca. He extended a single clawed hand, and swiped it across Bosca's face.

Skin broke, and an ugly purple blood began to ooze from the three raking wounds immediately.

"Bosca!" Chris cried.

Bosca took it all with a grimace. Chris nodded slowly: she was willing to take the pain, it seemed.

So he would take full advantage of that fact.

"Bosca! C'mon in with... well, what you can do!" Chris said. He would have to trust Bosca for this... he had no idea what she could do other than Absorb or Tackle, and he had the distinct feeling that neither would be that effective.

Adrian let an amused grin cross his lips at this, a light, breathy laugh escaping him.

Bosca fell flat on her face.

Chris scowled, until he noticed the faint shifting of Bosca's body. It was up and down, as if she were rubbing against the soil. He shut his eyes, anger pulsating throughout him.

"C'mon, gal, I said do -something-! Stop being all lovey-dovey to the ****in' ground!"

He hated himself for using such strong language on Bosca: he did it all the time by himself, but to use such words on a friend was almost blasphemy to his young mind.

Bosca continued to do this, as if ignoring him, taunting him.

Chris stomped the ground forcefully.

"C'MON, YA WORTHLESS MUSHROOM, DON'T BE LAZY!"

A strangled sound came out of Bosca: it wasn't anything Chris could understand, but it was muffled, like someone speaking with their mouth full.

Chris stomped the ground again, fuming.

Adrian looked at this scene as if it were the most amusing thing he had ever seen. "A better trainer than me, huh? You can't even get your own Pokemon to listen to you! This is priceless!"

Sneasel chirped in his agreement, nodding his head.

"Alright! Cerchiamo di congelare i funghi questa volta, amico. Eseguire un vento gelido!"

Sneasel opened up his mouth and blew outward: the breathe was visible in the suddenly frigid air. It floated toward Bosca slowly, but it seemed to literally freeze everything in its path, chunks of ice from the water in the air falling to the ground and snapping.

Bosca leaped up to her feet and opened her mouth, a barrage of purple and brown pellets firing from her mouth at amazing speed. They froze in the air as they traveled, but only slowed down- a few hit the ground and exploded into whiteish purple pieces, but the majority of them pelted Sneasel and exploded there.

Sneasel was now covered in cuts from ice shards, each one infected with a purple liquid.

Adrian gaped.

Chris threw a fist into the air, immediately feeling guilty for badmouthing Bosca, but finding the sudden redemption an almost euphoric sensation. He loved the look of awe on Adrian's face.

Sneasel stood there, shuddering. He had lost control of the energy sent into the wind, and it suddenly seemed to die out just before hitting Bosca.

But Bosca was shuddering as well. Chris could see traces of purple trickling from her mouth... she had swallowed her own blood. His eyes widened.

The two Pokemon were poisoned, but Adrian had the advantage of being able to switch out.

But he didn't. He returned Sneasel without so much as a word, but the scowl almost made Chris laugh. He looked exactly like your stereotypical movie villain, and Chris could imagine him twirling a mustache, or pounding a table in rage-

"MISSSHHH!"

Chris's heart stopped. His suspicions were right – Bosca had indeed been poisoned. Her blood seemed to have some sort of effect to it where it contained toxins to cause ailments if ingested. He remembered what Elm had said about Shroomish poisoning, and quickly ran over to Bosca, picking her up and hugging her close to his chest.

"Si perde? Inutile! Hahaha!"

He could feel her shuddering. He felt worthless at that moment. He forgot all about Adrian, he didn't even remember his anger and sadness on the subject of Ian's death: he turned around and began to fly.

He ignored the pain growing in his legs. He deserved it in his mind. He deserved it for making this poor little girl suffer, even if she had done it out of her own will: she had done the combination of techniques because he had wanted to win some battle. A battle that wasn't even supposed to happen.

His chest burned, and his lungs were about to explode. But he didn't care. He turned a corner, and narrowly dodged an oncoming person.

He slipped into the Cherrygrove Pokemon Center's doors, and pushed past a line at the desk. His eyes were wide, and he couldn't bring himself to speak, only pointing to the purple ooze from the corner of the by-now-writhing-Shroomish's mouth.

The nurse offered a kind smile. "...Poor Pokemon. Relax, child. We have antidotes – they heal poison in any Pokemon quickly."

The man in the front of the line placed a hand on Chris's shoulder. "I understand. It's scary to have your first poisoning, isn't it?"

Chris heard the sounds of Joey's voice calling out to him from across the room, and the sound of more firm footsteps coming up – probably the Police Escorts promised – but he didn't care. He fell into the arms of the kind, older man and allowed himself to break down and cry.


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Author's Notes: My Italian is not perfect. In fact, I know none. The Italian in this chapter is done through Google Translate. If you know Italian and can help me make these phrases more accurate (as I doubt Google Translate does it perfectly), please don't hesitate to speak up! I'd appreciate the help.

Also, at the end of any chapter in which foreign languages are spoken, translation will be provided at the end.


TRANSLATIONS
Adrian Russo's Lines:


"Tagliate a dadi e il fungo," means, "Slice and dice the mushroom".

"Cerchiamo di congelare i funghi questa volta, amico. Eseguire un vento gelido!" means, "Let us freeze the mushroom this time, friend. Perform an icy wind!".

"Si perde? Inutile! Hahaha!" means, "You forfeit? Worthless! Hahaha!"


Also, response to reviews will be done later. Is it legal to double-post with something that isn't a chapter AFTER a chapter is posted? If so, I'll just edit the responses into this post as spoilers, and if not, I'll put 'em in a separate post.
 
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Also, response to reviews will be done later. Is it legal to double-post with something that isn't a chapter AFTER a chapter is posted? If so, I'll just edit the responses into this post as spoilers, and if not, I'll put 'em in a separate post.
It'd probably be better to edit it into the same post unless stuff like character limits get in the way, although personally I don't mind double posting to reply to a review being done as long as it's not obviously just to bump one's thread or the such.

Not that you have to worry about that this time because I'm reviewing now, so! =p

I found it an interesting way for Chris to deal with the news of the death, and even more so that he failed in the battle while Bosca suffered the consequences - wonder how the next chapter will pan out after that. I did find the policeman's attempt to have Elm not say anything on the murder a bit odd given it should have been obvious to anyone that something was up but I did liked that Elm went ahead and said it anyway. Lots of emotion came through at the end in particular as well imo - good job with that. The battle was also entertaining - I like the idea of a foreign language being spoken so the other side doesn't know what was being said and it's nice to see how the opening of the chapter played into the events this time given he battled Ian's killer in Silver Adrian. (TBH I've liked those beginning parts each time thus far, though!)

Bosca was walking happily alongside the two, eyes wandering around the building with interest.

Joey nodded, and the trio walked over to one of the computers offered by the center.

Chris flipped on the power switch and typed in the phone number to his mother, first. Having a tech-savvy mother was an advantage in contact, he thought.

The screen flashed into life, and Chris saw his home in the background.
I found it odd that these four lines were separated - some could be combined (for instance the 3rd and fourth) as otherwise separating it all just seems odd and makes it seem too...clunky. The bolded sentence also sounded a bit odd to me, mainly with the 'an advantage in contact' part - maybe '...mother had its advantages' or something like that would fit better.
he went limp in Chris's arms, and the screen seemed uneffected.
unaffected... although again the last bit of this sentence (and the screen seemed unaffected) felt odd to me - it would be better to just say that it was unaffected instead of it seeming to be, personally.
The call almost went to a voice message, Chris estimated, but a face popped up on the screen seconds before. It was an unfamiliar one, one of a gruffness and stoic demeanor signaling an odd, jaded personality.
gruff over gruffness ('gruffness demeanor' doesn't fit), and I suggest adding in that comma as well to separate the consecutive adjectives there. The first sentence also has the 'sounding odd' issue as I'm still not exactly sure what you are trying to say there upon rereading because it doesn't quite sound right - try reading aloud to see if everything sounds right when proofreading - I find that to help myself often.

HE had no fingers, so to speak: instead, his fingers were razor looking claws.
'razor looking claws' again sounds a bit odd - maybe hyphenate razor and looking (razor-looking) although personally something like 'razor-sharp claws' works better. I'm not sure why HE is completely capitalised there either - feels a bit unnecessary and out of place.

Also with the last scene I noticed suddenly you started a lot of sentences with 'He' or 'His' - it might have been done for effect and it didn't bother me too much but do be careful to not overdue it as it can begin to sound repetitive. But I feel you pulled that bit off decently overall, personally.


All in all again I enjoyed the chapter - just keep an eye on maintaining clarity with some of your sentences here and there as this felt to be the biggest problem with the chapter here. Keep it up!
 
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I'll just hop right into the review.

I do like the lines you include like how Chris liked Joey's mother and why. It's the little things like that that add to your characters and give them more personality. We have more of an insight into Chris's teenage mind.

Chris's mother... Her "conversation" with Bosca made me raise an eyebrow.

I also liked the scene where Elm told Chris about Ian. Especially the way that Elm just said "Ian's dead." It just seemed to fit Elm's characterization, that he would be that upfront (like a scientist) and also know that Chris deserves to know the facts.

One thing about grammar I wanted to point out:

(because, at the moment, he was disobeying a direct order from a homicide detective with perfect legal rights to detain him (Chris knew this from a murder-mystery he had watched once on TV) and it would be the last thing he wanted).
When you want to use parenthesis inside parenthesis, you use brackets for the second set. So the part about Chris knowing this from TV would actually be inside "[...]" those things.

Also liked Adrian's strategy of giving his commands in another language. It gives him the upper hand in the battle, and gives him the element of surprise. Can't help you with how correct you are, though. Italian isn't one of the languages I know.

Another enjoyable chapter. Especially how the light-hearted beginning became such an emotional ending.
 

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It'd probably be better to edit it into the same post unless stuff like character limits get in the way, although personally I don't mind double posting to reply to a review being done as long as it's not obviously just to bump one's thread or the such.

I'll remember that.

Not that you have to worry about that this time because I'm reviewing now, so! =p

Exactly why I said "I'll remember that" instead of "I'll do that"! =p

I found it an interesting way for Chris to deal with the news of the death, and even more so that he failed in the battle while Bosca suffered the consequences - wonder how the next chapter will pan out after that.

Cue emotionally-wrecked teenager!

I did find the policeman's attempt to have Elm not say anything on the murder a bit odd given it should have been obvious to anyone that something was up but I did liked that Elm went ahead and said it anyway.

It's a high-profile case. The Elm Lab is famous. Besides, it's somewhat of a shoutout to that overly suspicious police officer in HGSS - he's basically thinking, "This guy is calling the morning after! He might be trying to review the crime scene! I'll make sure he doesn't know we're here for that, and then come get him!"

Make sense?


Lots of emotion came through at the end in particular as well imo - good job with that. The battle was also entertaining - I like the idea of a foreign language being spoken so the other side doesn't know what was being said

I couldn't decide which I liked better... I was debating having it be sign-language. I decided Italian. =p


and it's nice to see how the opening of the chapter played into the events this time given he battled Ian's killer in Silver Adrian. (TBH I've liked those beginning parts each time thus far, though!)

Thank ya. Thank ya very much.

I found it odd that these four lines were separated - some could be combined (for instance the 3rd and fourth) as otherwise separating it all just seems odd and makes it seem too...clunky. The bolded sentence also sounded a bit odd to me, mainly with the 'an advantage in contact' part - maybe '...mother had its advantages' or something like that would fit better.

Got'cha. Both edited, is it any better?

unaffected... although again the last bit of this sentence (and the screen seemed unaffected) felt odd to me - it would be better to just say that it was unaffected instead of it seeming to be, personally

Fixed.

gruff over gruffness ('gruffness demeanor' doesn't fit), and I suggest adding in that comma as well to separate the consecutive adjectives there. The first sentence also has the 'sounding odd' issue as I'm still not exactly sure what you are trying to say there upon rereading because it doesn't quite sound right - try reading aloud to see if everything sounds right when proofreading - I find that to help myself often.
Got'cha.

'razor looking claws' again sounds a bit odd - maybe hyphenate razor and looking (razor-looking) although personally something like 'razor-sharp claws' works better. I'm not sure why HE is completely capitalised there either - feels a bit unnecessary and out of place.

It was an error. Meant to put He, capitalized the E as well by mistake. =p Fixed it to razor sharp claws - I meant it to sound like they looked like razors, but I guess that won't work.

Also with the last scene I noticed suddenly you started a lot of sentences with 'He' or 'His' - it might have been done for effect and it didn't bother me too much but do be careful to not overdue it as it can begin to sound repetitive. But I feel you pulled that bit off decently overall, personally.


Right. I'll try to cut down on it.

All in all again I enjoyed the chapter - just keep an eye on maintaining clarity with some of your sentences here and there as this felt to be the biggest problem with the chapter here. Keep it up!

Will do. I really need to stop being so impatient and proofread better. =p

Glad you liked the chapter!

I'll just hop right into the review.

I do like the lines you include like how Chris liked Joey's mother and why. It's the little things like that that add to your characters and give them more personality. We have more of an insight into Chris's teenage mind.

Exactamundo.

Chris's mother... Her "conversation" with Bosca made me raise an eyebrow.

She is a bit of an odd character, ain't she?

I also liked the scene where Elm told Chris about Ian. Especially the way that Elm just said "Ian's dead." It just seemed to fit Elm's characterization, that he would be that upfront (like a scientist) and also know that Chris deserves to know the facts.

Thanks.

One thing about grammar I wanted to point out:


When you want to use parenthesis inside parenthesis, you use brackets for the second set. So the part about Chris knowing this from TV would actually be inside "[...]" those things.

Right. I'll fix and remember that.

Also liked Adrian's strategy of giving his commands in another language. It gives him the upper hand in the battle, and gives him the element of surprise. Can't help you with how correct you are, though. Italian isn't one of the languages I know.

I think I know someone who can. =p Hopefully he'll review soon.

Another enjoyable chapter. Especially how the light-hearted beginning became such an emotional ending.

Comments in bold, and as always, thanks for the reviews, you two!

EDIT: Ninja'd, Astinus! I was Ninja'd I tell ya.
 
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While my understanding of Italian is still pretty rudimentary, lemme do my best to offer a heads up. (If I murder the language myself, I apologize to the Italian viewers out there.)

"Tagliate a dadi e il fungo," means, "Slice and dice the mushroom".

This is actually mixing command verbs. The first (tagliate) is actually a plural form, whereas "dadi" (if it was a verb -- see below) is singular. You can tell this by suffixes. The suffix –ate is tagged onto second person plural verbs; -i is second person singular. Commands use both, but it's a difference of whether you're ordering one person or multiple.

However, "dadi" actually refers to game dice. Technically, the verb you're looking for (another form of "to cut") is "tagliare a dadini." Obviously, because you're right in thinking "tagliare" means "to cut" (i.e., don't change it), you probably don't want a sentence that begins "tagli e tagli a dadini." Unless you really wanted to be interesting.

(Note: If you wanted this to sound more like a recipe, you'd actually use the plural form of these verbs. Yes, that sounds weird, but all Italian recipes use plural verbs. It makes sense, though, if you think about it. When writing a recipe, you're addressing a general audience, not just one person.)

Furthermore, "e" means "and." "A" means "at/on/to." It's a bit weird, but hey. Spanish uses y, so why not?

Finally for this one, you'll actually want to drop the preposition (read: a) anyway. Tagliare is one of those verbs that actually don't need a preposition between it and its object, so you can pretty much get away with just saying, "Tagli il fungo." But for fun, most articles (il, le, la, et cetera) are typically combined with prepositions that come before them. There's exceptions, but for the sake of simplicity, I'll talk about them if they come up later. I will say, though, that if you did want to say "a il," it'd actually have to be "al." It's just easier to say, basically.

"Cerchiamo di congelare i funghi questa volta, amico. Eseguire un vento gelido!" means, "Let us freeze the mushroom this time, friend. Perform an icy wind!".

This one is a bit more complicated, and it seems like Google Translate completely flailed on you. See, cercare (which conjugates into cerchiamo) actually means "to look" (in the sense that you're trying to locate something), so you're saying, "We look to freeze the mushrooms this time."

Technically speaking, there's no real way to say "let's" by itself; rather, Italians just give the first person plural command. For example, instead of saying "let's go" and having those be two separate words, you'd say, "Andiamo!" That means "let's go" in its entirety. In the same way, with this phrase, you'd just start it off by saying "congeliamo."

Beyond that, you've actually switched "mushroom" to "mushrooms." Notice how you went from "il" to "i" and "fungo" to "funghi"? That's how Italians pluralize some of their nouns. So, to say "mushroom" in the singular, it'd just be "il fungo."

So far, we've got "Congeliamo il fungo questa volta." Part of me wants to say you want to finish that up by saying "il mio amico" (i.e., "my friend"), but if you just want to say "friend," you can just leave it as "amico."

Now, the second part. Eseguire works as "to perform (a task)," but you'll need to conjugate it. Remember what I said about how to create a command to someone you think of as a friend? Same deal here. Take the last syllable, drop it, and replace it with i. What you should have left is "esegui."

From there, you'll want to know that every Pokémon attack actually has an Italian name. Bulbapedia's a good place to look for them, but if you want to refer to the attacks, you'll want to switch to using them instead of just trying to translate them. That way, you'll be able to capture what the connotation that the translators were aiming for.

In this case, you were actually close. The term for Icy Wind (the attack) in Italian is "Ventogelato," so as a whole, the command would be, "Esegui un Ventogelato." If you just wanted to say a icy wind (as in, not the attack), what you have right now would be correct, however.

"Si perde? Inutile! Hahaha!" means, "You forfeit? Worthless! Hahaha!"

For the first part: drop the "si," and this'll work. However, it should be noted that "perde" is closer to "lose" – as in, he didn't forfeit so much as outright lost. You could still use it in this sense, though.

For the second, it might be stronger if you used "non vali niente," which literally means "you're not worth anything." "Inutile" is just an adjective (meaning it really shouldn't be on its own anyway) that means something more along the lines of "useless" or "pointless."

And that was a lesson in why Google Translate sucks. b)'')b

But seriously, that's the hard part about having a character who's multilingual. You'll really want to do a lot of research into the language to avoid coming up with something that actually doesn't make sense. There's actually a lot of good resources out there in Googleland. Dictionaries you can use, for example (like this one), along with forums where language students can answer questions. Then, once you think you've found what you want to have your characters say, try running it through a language version of Google (Google.it in this case) to make sure it's something people who actually speak that language really say. You don't really have to be fluent in a language to depict a character speaking it accurately, but you'll still want to do some research instead of relying on translation sites. As you can see, doing the latter can end with something rather silly.


Now, on to the review proper! Similar review style as last time. Numbered notes for whatever I happen to think of while I'm reading, namely.

1. I have to admit, I lol'd at Chris's thoughts about Joey's mom. It's like a terrible your mom joke. Or this.

2. And the conversation Chris's mom had with Bosca was just too adorable. Once again, you've done well with creating characters. Right away, I can tell that Elizabeth is an excitable woman, the kind who's probably also fond of baby talk. It was also highly amusing to see that she was completely oblivious to Bosca's growing irritation until Chris finally said something.

Of course, she seems like a sweet mother in general. Just the image of her pressing her fingers against the screen shows me that she cares deeply about Chris – maybe that she still thinks of him as her baby as well.

3. And then, of course, the reaction. I don't know if it's just because I've been reading a lot of rushed fic lately, but I'm glad that there's a reasonable response to something so heavy. It's an earth-shaking blow to have a character – an important one to multiple characters, in fact – die, and you're not afraid to show us Elm with his pale face and Chris struggling to find any words to say at all. It makes the characters seem a little more real and likable. They have personalities, and things can affect them pretty harshly.

4. Nitpick: When you're describing the feeling of a man's shoe in Chris's thigh, switch the pronoun to "his." After all, it's not our bare thigh. It's Chris's.

5. Also, describing the R as inexperienced sounds a little awkward to me because it's not so much the R that's lacking here as it is the sewing job. I would suggest dropping "inexperienced" altogether and just inserting "like it was" in its place.

(Not going to go into comma-related comments. Still a few bumps in that department in this chapter, so.)

6. I like the idea of Chris challenging Adrian out of a need to take out his frustrations on someone. It makes him out to be less than perfect, like he's a bit of a jerk with a lot to learn. This just means the readers can look forward to some interesting character development later on down the line.

7. Nitpick the second: When you talk about Sneasel's fingers (or lack thereof), was the fact that you capitalized "he" completely intentional? If so, it's rather odd. Normally, that kind of emphasis is used to point out something significant – in this case, that there's a difference between something in that sentence compared to something in the sentence before it that we need to pay attention to.

8. I will have to agree with bobandbill concerning the use of the words "he" and "his." Usually, this creates a slower, choppier feel to your work because it's usually done to emphasize something. Think of it like this. You know how in some shows or movies, some parts are in slow motion to emphasize the action? That's the same kind of effect using the same words over and over again to start sentences has on your writing because that's usually when an author employs that technique.

9. Overall, though, once again, I have to say I like your battles. This time around, it was pretty cool to watch Chris acting like a complete self-centered jerk towards Bosca in the middle of it, just because he's more concerned about kicking Adrian's tail than his Shroomish's well-being. It's very rare to have a character who's a jackass from the beginning, so the opportunity of watching them grow into decent people is usually missed in favor of creating a character who's inherently kind and sweet. (Or, alternatively, the author creates an overly "badass" character who never learns about treating others with respect.) Chris, meanwhile, is a good kid at heart; he just makes mistakes and shows where he needs to grow. In short, it's refreshing to watch him, and it makes him more of an exciting character because the reader can tell that there's going to be change in him.

Of course, the battle itself was well-described and visceral. The description of Bosca's last move was particularly interesting. You let us visualize what's happening rather well, and of course, having Bosca get poisoned by swallowing her own attack (a possibility that's just not brought up that often) was a very nice twist.

10. That ending line. It made Chris seem very human, and, to put it simply, it was beautiful.


From what I can tell right now, I'm right about your characterization. It's definitely a highlight of your fic. You know how to make characters interact with each other, and you know how to have them react to the world around them in ways that actually make readers care about them. Moreover, once again, you've created an interesting battle, and the plot seems to be pulling twists that separate it from the standard new trainer fic. (Having Chris lose horribly to Adrian, for example, and having Chris act like a total jerk in that battle.) My curiosity is piqued, and I'm definitely looking forward to the next chapter.

So… yeah. Basically, your only issue seems to be a few finer details as mentioned above and in my past review, and if you're thinking about having Adrian speak Italian frequently, definitely consider doing a bit of research instead of using Google Translate. Other than that, good luck on the next chapter.
 
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Barev Dzez

So generally, it was an interesting chapter. The bit with Ian dying was, Imo, done quite well with some interesting emotions from our intrepid protagonist. Especially since you've consolidated the fact that, while they weren't friends, they were neighbours, in a sense, so you know, there's gotta be some kind of connection there. Anyway good job on not missing out that tiny detail. It was a double-edged sword, however, in that I felt his emotions were a tad overplayed. I mean, sure it's his neighbour and all, but I'm a bit turned off by the monologue at the top that mentions revenge and the fact that he ran off aimlessly into the distance at the mention of Ian's death. (Btw, I can't help but feel amused by Ian's death considering your username and all. Just saying.) To me, well, if my neighbour was murdered, I wouldn't be thinking about getting revenge from him, I'd be more worried about the welfare of my mum who's living just next door and could be the next target. For all Chris knows, there was no motive, and the murderer could just be a serial killer. So yeah. That's my thoughts on the subject. Well-played emotions; inappropriate response.

On another note, I was quite amused with this Adrian character. He seems much too much like Silver for him to have not been based off of the canon character so I'm wondering if you're adopting the name Adrian and his Italian heritage to be part of your AU canon. I also can't help but wonder if this really is Silver without the pseudonym and a more pronounced heritage, as in you're actually showing that he's related to Giovanni, his father with the Italian name.

In any case, my final notes on the fic relate to the battle. First off, Joey. The way you ditched him was a bit weird considering the fact that Cherrygrove isn't that big a town (at least the way I see it) and that I think Joey would actually run after Chris. So yeah, a bit weird there. On to the battle proper, it was quite well done and, in contrast to your other fic, which I just love using as a point of juxtaposition considering I rarely do this, you showcased more emotion. Since this really wasn't a big relationship-defining moment, I abstained from going too in-depth on that aspect, but overall it was pretty good. There was also the fact that you actually described the effect of poison which I particularly enjoyed.

So yes, I enjoyed the chapter. Not as much as the previous ones, considering the few qualms I had, but enough to want to read more.
 
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IanDonyer

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NINJA'D I TELL YOU GUYS.

YOU'VE NINJA'D ME.

While my understanding of Italian is still pretty rudimentary, lemme do my best to offer a heads up. (If I murder the language myself, I apologize to the Italian viewers out there.)



This is actually mixing command verbs. The first (tagliate) is actually a plural form, whereas "dadi" (if it was a verb -- see below) is singular. You can tell this by suffixes. The suffix –ate is tagged onto second person plural verbs; -i is second person singular. Commands use both, but it's a difference of whether you're ordering one person or multiple.

However, "dadi" actually refers to game dice. Technically, the verb you're looking for (another form of "to cut") is "tagliare a dadini." Obviously, because you're right in thinking "tagliare" means "to cut" (i.e., don't change it), you probably don't want a sentence that begins "tagli e tagli a dadini." Unless you really wanted to be interesting.

(Note: If you wanted this to sound more like a recipe, you'd actually use the plural form of these verbs. Yes, that sounds weird, but all Italian recipes use plural verbs. It makes sense, though, if you think about it. When writing a recipe, you're addressing a general audience, not just one person.)

Furthermore, "e" means "and." "A" means "at/on/to." It's a bit weird, but hey. Spanish uses y, so why not?

Finally for this one, you'll actually want to drop the preposition (read: a) anyway. Tagliare is one of those verbs that actually don't need a preposition between it and its object, so you can pretty much get away with just saying, "Tagli il fungo." But for fun, most articles (il, le, la, et cetera) are typically combined with prepositions that come before them. There's exceptions, but for the sake of simplicity, I'll talk about them if they come up later. I will say, though, that if you did want to say "a il," it'd actually have to be "al." It's just easier to say, basically.



This one is a bit more complicated, and it seems like Google Translate completely flailed on you. See, cercare (which conjugates into cerchiamo) actually means "to look" (in the sense that you're trying to locate something), so you're saying, "We look to freeze the mushrooms this time."

Technically speaking, there's no real way to say "let's" by itself; rather, Italians just give the first person plural command. For example, instead of saying "let's go" and having those be two separate words, you'd say, "Andiamo!" That means "let's go" in its entirety. In the same way, with this phrase, you'd just start it off by saying "congeliamo."

Beyond that, you've actually switched "mushroom" to "mushrooms." Notice how you went from "il" to "i" and "fungo" to "funghi"? That's how Italians pluralize some of their nouns. So, to say "mushroom" in the singular, it'd just be "il fungo."

So far, we've got "Congeliamo il fungo questa volta." Part of me wants to say you want to finish that up by saying "il mio amico" (i.e., "my friend"), but if you just want to say "friend," you can just leave it as "amico."

Now, the second part. Eseguire works as "to perform (a task)," but you'll need to conjugate it. Remember what I said about how to create a command to someone you think of as a friend? Same deal here. Take the last syllable, drop it, and replace it with i. What you should have left is "esegui."

From there, you'll want to know that every Pokémon attack actually has an Italian name. Bulbapedia's a good place to look for them, but if you want to refer to the attacks, you'll want to switch to using them instead of just trying to translate them. That way, you'll be able to capture what the connotation that the translators were aiming for.

Okay, that's a good idea! I never thought of that.

In this case, you were actually close. The term for Icy Wind (the attack) in Italian is "Ventogelato," so as a whole, the command would be, "Esegui un Ventogelato." If you just wanted to say a icy wind (as in, not the attack), what you have right now would be correct, however.



For the first part: drop the "si," and this'll work. However, it should be noted that "perde" is closer to "lose" – as in, he didn't forfeit so much as outright lost. You could still use it in this sense, though.

For the second, it might be stronger if you used "non vali niente," which literally means "you're not worth anything." "Inutile" is just an adjective (meaning it really shouldn't be on its own anyway) that means something more along the lines of "useless" or "pointless."

And that was a lesson in why Google Translate sucks. b)'')b

But seriously, that's the hard part about having a character who's multilingual. You'll really want to do a lot of research into the language to avoid coming up with something that actually doesn't make sense. There's actually a lot of good resources out there in Googleland. Dictionaries you can use, for example (like this one), along with forums where language students can answer questions. Then, once you think you've found what you want to have your characters say, try running it through a language version of Google (Google.it in this case) to make sure it's something people who actually speak that language really say. You don't really have to be fluent in a language to depict a character speaking it accurately, but you'll still want to do some research instead of relying on translation sites. As you can see, doing the latter can end with something rather silly.

Got'cha. I'll start doing things a bit more in-depth.

Now, on to the review proper! Similar review style as last time. Numbered notes for whatever I happen to think of while I'm reading, namely.

1. I have to admit, I lol'd at Chris's thoughts about Joey's mom. It's like a terrible your mom joke. Or this.

OH GOD I LOL'D AT THAT SONG.

2. And the conversation Chris's mom had with Bosca was just too adorable. Once again, you've done well with creating characters. Right away, I can tell that Elizabeth is an excitable woman, the kind who's probably also fond of baby talk. It was also highly amusing to see that she was completely oblivious to Bosca's growing irritation until Chris finally said something.

I'm glad you found it entertaining.

Of course, she seems like a sweet mother in general. Just the image of her pressing her fingers against the screen shows me that she cares deeply about Chris – maybe that she still thinks of him as her baby as well.

Exactamundo, amigo.

3. And then, of course, the reaction. I don't know if it's just because I've been reading a lot of rushed fic lately, but I'm glad that there's a reasonable response to something so heavy. It's an earth-shaking blow to have a character – an important one to multiple characters, in fact – die, and you're not afraid to show us Elm with his pale face and Chris struggling to find any words to say at all. It makes the characters seem a little more real and likable. They have personalities, and things can affect them pretty harshly.

4. Nitpick: When you're describing the feeling of a man's shoe in Chris's thigh, switch the pronoun to "his." After all, it's not our bare thigh. It's Chris's.

Did I put that there? Crap. Didn't mean to. I'll fix it.

5. Also, describing the R as inexperienced sounds a little awkward to me because it's not so much the R that's lacking here as it is the sewing job. I would suggest dropping "inexperienced" altogether and just inserting "like it was" in its place.

Once again, -did- I put that there? I didn't quite mean to make it sound like that. *sigh* I need to stop rushing through chapters like this sometimes. =p Fixin'.


(Not going to go into comma-related comments. Still a few bumps in that department in this chapter, so.)

6. I like the idea of Chris challenging Adrian out of a need to take out his frustrations on someone. It makes him out to be less than perfect, like he's a bit of a jerk with a lot to learn. This just means the readers can look forward to some interesting character development later on down the line.

7. Nitpick the second: When you talk about Sneasel's fingers (or lack thereof), was the fact that you capitalized "he" completely intentional? If so, it's rather odd. Normally, that kind of emphasis is used to point out something significant – in this case, that there's a difference between something in that sentence compared to something in the sentence before it that we need to pay attention to.

As I said to bobandbill, no, it wasn't intentional.

8. I will have to agree with bobandbill concerning the use of the words "he" and "his." Usually, this creates a slower, choppier feel to your work because it's usually done to emphasize something. Think of it like this. You know how in some shows or movies, some parts are in slow motion to emphasize the action? That's the same kind of effect using the same words over and over again to start sentences has on your writing because that's usually when an author employs that technique.

Got'cha. Like I said, I'll work on it.

9. Overall, though, once again, I have to say I like your battles. This time around, it was pretty cool to watch Chris acting like a complete self-centered jerk towards Bosca in the middle of it, just because he's more concerned about kicking Adrian's tail than his Shroomish's well-being. It's very rare to have a character who's a jackass from the beginning, so the opportunity of watching them grow into decent people is usually missed in favor of creating a character who's inherently kind and sweet. (Or, alternatively, the author creates an overly "badass" character who never learns about treating others with respect.) Chris, meanwhile, is a good kid at heart; he just makes mistakes and shows where he needs to grow. In short, it's refreshing to watch him, and it makes him more of an exciting character because the reader can tell that there's going to be change in him.

Of course, the battle itself was well-described and visceral. The description of Bosca's last move was particularly interesting. You let us visualize what's happening rather well, and of course, having Bosca get poisoned by swallowing her own attack (a possibility that's just not brought up that often) was a very nice twist.

10. That ending line. It made Chris seem very human, and, to put it simply, it was beautiful.

I'm glad you like it!

From what I can tell right now, I'm right about your characterization. It's definitely a highlight of your fic. You know how to make characters interact with each other, and you know how to have them react to the world around them in ways that actually make readers care about them. Moreover, once again, you've created an interesting battle, and the plot seems to be pulling twists that separate it from the standard new trainer fic. (Having Chris lose horribly to Adrian, for example, and having Chris act like a total jerk in that battle.) My curiosity is piqued, and I'm definitely looking forward to the next chapter.

So… yeah. Basically, your only issue seems to be a few finer details as mentioned above and in my past review, and if you're thinking about having Adrian speak Italian frequently, definitely consider doing a bit of research instead of using Google Translate. Other than that, good luck on the next chapter.

Right. I think I might reduce him to commanding attack names as Bulbapedia can provide them... or I could not be a lazy ass and actually research. Ehhh... D:


Barev Dzez

I'm going to assume that's a hello.

So generally, it was an interesting chapter. The bit with Ian dying was, Imo, done quite well with some interesting emotions from our intrepid protagonist. Especially since you've consolidated the fact that, while they weren't friends, they were neighbours, in a sense, so you know, there's gotta be some kind of connection there. Anyway good job on not missing out that tiny detail. It was a double-edged sword, however, in that I felt his emotions were a tad overplayed. I mean, sure it's his neighbour and all, but I'm a bit turned off by the monologue at the top that mentions revenge and the fact that he ran off aimlessly into the distance at the mention of Ian's death. (Btw, I can't help but feel amused by Ian's death considering your username and all. Just saying.) To me, well, if my neighbour was murdered, I wouldn't be thinking about getting revenge from him, I'd be more worried about the welfare of my mum who's living just next door and could be the next target. For all Chris knows, there was no motive, and the murderer could just be a serial killer. So yeah. That's my thoughts on the subject. Well-played emotions; inappropriate response.

Chris wasn't just neighbors. It's stated multiple times that the two of them were good friends - they quite enjoyed each other's company.

On another note, I was quite amused with this Adrian character. He seems much too much like Silver for him to have not been based off of the canon character so I'm wondering if you're adopting the name Adrian and his Italian heritage to be part of your AU canon. I also can't help but wonder if this really is Silver without the pseudonym and a more pronounced heritage, as in you're actually showing that he's related to Giovanni, his father with the Italian name.

I won't answer whether or not it's actually just a more complex Silver: it'll give away plot points. *shrug*


In any case, my final notes on the fic relate to the battle. First off, Joey. The way you ditched him was a bit weird considering the fact that Cherrygrove isn't that big a town (at least the way I see it) and that I think Joey would actually run after Chris. So yeah, a bit weird there. On to the battle proper, it was quite well done and, in contrast to your other fic, which I just love using as a point of juxtaposition considering I rarely do this, you showcased more emotion. Since this really wasn't a big relationship-defining moment, I abstained from going too in-depth on that aspect, but overall it was pretty good. There was also the fact that you actually described the effect of poison which I particularly enjoyed.


So yes, I enjoyed the chapter. Not as much as the previous ones, considering the few qualms I had, but enough to want to read more.

Ah, not as much as the last few? :( A shame, but I'm glad you liked it nonetheless.

A'ight, ya two ninjas, thanks for the reviews. Errors will be fixed. Italian research will be done when I feel like getting off my butt. =p

I appreciate it!

- Ian
 

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EDIT: Ninjas. Too many ninjas. (If you feel the need to respond to this, I'd just edit your last response post).

Man, that was a fast update. I noticed a few more trip-ups in the writing than in the previous chapters, so you might want to slow down a bit. It's never a mistake to hold off on posting for a day so you can reread it while it's not fresh in your mind.

Other people have mentioned that Chris's reaction to the news of Ian's death was well-handled, and I agree with them for the most part. You got his immediate reaction just right, as well as his running off, but when he "grinned from ear to ear" after running into Adrian, I had to go "Wait, what?" Of course, different people react in different ways when it comes to death, but I didn't find it terribly convincing for him to make the switch to practically giddy so fast. I would still have him challenge Adrian to a fight, but not so smiley-like. When he gives the challenge, he feels too deliberate and in control of his emotions to me. I'm guessing some people would disagree with me on that, but I found it jarring.

One thing I thought you did very well Chris-wise was how he treated Bosca during the battle. The number one danger with the stars of journey fics is being too perfect, and it's good to see Chris's flaws appear. He can be too quick to anger, and he's not a terribly good strategist. It's a good thing that Bosca's so competent, and hopefully she's forgiving after getting that kind of treatment. It was good that Chris snapped out of his frenzied fighting-mood and quit the battle, because that shows that he's not heartless, but rather has a lot of heart.

Other highlights include the joke about Joey's mom, and the conversation with Chris's mom. The way she tried "talking" to Bosca was very true to life. I think a lot of people would tease a Pokemon by trying to speak to them like a Pokemon, but you don't see it in fics too often.

As I mentioned earlier, there were some trip-ups in the writing that caught my eye:

He wore a blue policeman's cap perched upon his head, and what was visible of the uniform only confirmed Chris's suspicions.
If the policeman is wearing the cap, we can tell that it's on his head. You can cut "perched upon his head." Also, I don't think Chris would "suspect" the man to be a policeman after seeing the hat. I think he'd just assume that he's a policeman, so I'd call the bit about the uniform unnecessary.

The end of that errand may just come soon.
This sentence sounded really stilted and unnatural to me. It sounds more like something that a corny narrator would say than an actual character. I think something like "We'll see about that" would sound more natural.

There are probably a few more mistakes in there, but I don't feel like finding them all now.

All in all, good chapter. The emotion is mostly excellent, except for that one thing that rubbed me the wrong way, and you continue to write really good battles. Looking forward to the next installment.
 

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YOU PEOPLE ALL REVIEW AT THE SAME TIME. JESUS H. CHRIST. Lol.

Man, that was a fast update. I noticed a few more trip-ups in the writing than in the previous chapters, so you might want to slow down a bit. It's never a mistake to hold off on posting for a day so you can reread it while it's not fresh in your mind.

Yeah, thinking back, I probably shouldn't have rushed so much: but in all honesty, it's kind of hard not to sometimes. =p

Other people have mentioned that Chris's reaction to the news of Ian's death was well-handled, and I agree with them for the most part. You got his immediate reaction just right, as well as his running off, but when he "grinned from ear to ear" after running into Adrian, I had to go "Wait, what?" Of course, different people react in different ways when it comes to death, but I didn't find it terribly convincing for him to make the switch to practically giddy so fast. I would still have him challenge Adrian to a fight, but not so smiley-like. When he gives the challenge, he feels too deliberate and in control of his emotions to me. I'm guessing some people would disagree with me on that, but I found it jarring.

I suppose you're right. Chris should have a little less control, shouldn't he?

One thing I thought you did very well Chris-wise was how he treated Bosca during the battle. The number one danger with the stars of journey fics is being too perfect, and it's good to see Chris's flaws appear. He can be too quick to anger, and he's not a terribly good strategist. It's a good thing that Bosca's so competent, and hopefully she's forgiving after getting that kind of treatment. It was good that Chris snapped out of his frenzied fighting-mood and quit the battle, because that shows that he's not heartless, but rather has a lot of heart.

Other highlights include the joke about Joey's mom, and the conversation with Chris's mom. The way she tried "talking" to Bosca was very true to life. I think a lot of people would tease a Pokemon by trying to speak to them like a Pokemon, but you don't see it in fics too often.

As I mentioned earlier, there were some trip-ups in the writing that caught my eye:

If the policeman is wearing the cap, we can tell that it's on his head. You can cut "perched upon his head." Also, I don't think Chris would "suspect" the man to be a policeman after seeing the hat. I think he'd just assume that he's a policeman, so I'd call the bit about the uniform unnecessary.

Right. I'll edit those out.

This sentence sounded really stilted and unnatural to me. It sounds more like something that a corny narrator would say than an actual character. I think something like "We'll see about that" would sound more natural.

Got'cha.

There are probably a few more mistakes in there, but I don't feel like finding them all now.

Understandable! Same way I'll get off my butt and fix these errors later on tonight instead of immediately because I really don't feel like it. XD; Considering I have to do the same for four different places.

All in all, good chapter. The emotion is mostly excellent, except for that one thing that rubbed me the wrong way, and you continue to write really good battles. Looking forward to the next installment.

Muchos Gracias for ze review, senor. *nod* I appreciate it much.
 

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Hahahaha, apparently you're able to post a chapter when everyone but me was on PC (I was away most of the day today). XD Because of that, they pretty much said what I wanted to point out, so this review might be a repeat of what the other reviewers mentioned, oi.

Once more, you're very great with character interactions. Most people already mentioned some stuff like Chris' comment over Joey's mom and Chris' mom conversation with Bosca. Both of those examples are very great.

Chris' reaction to Ian's death I have to agree with icomeanon6. At first you did well with him in total shock, but then you had his mood changed all of a sudden after bumping onto Adrian. I would go with his suggestion over Chris still accepting the battle but also not really in that frame of mind to come up with good battle strategies still thinking over Ian's death.

Haha, I have to laugh at Chris thinking all Italians are like that, which is so him. :P The battle itself I thought is nicely done as you did well showing Bosca's struggle trying to do the battle on her own. I also thought Chris' reactions during the battle is realistic too, him being very frustrated at first and then regretted screaming at his Pokemon like that. Great job on that!

Real quick on the Italian: I actually took Italian in university as a foreign language requirement for my major, but forgot most of it as I almost never used it, haha. Can't really say for sure if the translations are good or not, sorry. However, I do remember a bit how the verbs are done in Italian, and Jax got it right more or less. She's also right if you want Adrian to say specific moves you can go to Bulbapedia to find the Italian names for those. But yeah, some research and asking around would be a good idea before trying to attempt Italian again. Don't be too upset though as all writers, like me, experienced times like this where they wished they researched something a bit more before attempting it. XD

Besides needing to study a bit Italian and also have Chris handle the news of Ian's death be a little longer, this is another great chapter here. I'm looking forward to the aftermath of all this going on.
 

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: As of the time of writing, I have no net access, so I can't provide any links, but I can't go without saying: "Born to Run" is a song by Bruce Springsteen, and his wonderful E-Street band. Give 'em a listen.

And please don't sue me, certain news networks.

best laid plans


~*~*~*~*~*~*~​

Sometimes there are no words. No clever quotes to neatly sum up what's happened that day... sometimes the day... just... ends.

- Aaron Hotchner (AKA Thomas Gibson- actor on Criminal Minds)

~*~*~*~*~*~*~​

Adrian Russo stepped up to the desk, extending a single gloved hand with papers clenched inside. The man behind the desk offered him a wicked, pleased smile.

"These papers are more important than you think, Adrian," the man said. "I understand you're frustrated with the gruntwork. But with getting these for me, we have already taken a large step toward finding your father." The man took the papers, and set them down on the desk. He looked back up at Adrian, eyes gleaming with expectance.

"********," Adrian thought. He shut his eyes, drew in a deep breath and tried to keep his cool. His hands slid down into his pockets, and his feet shifted to stabilize his position.

The man grew impatient, Adrian could see. Good. He was glad to see that the man's irritability was shining through now; he could manipulate it.

"Adrian, with these papers, we can study and possibly find the rumored 'Evolution Hotspot' in Tohjo Falls. With that in mind, we can grow to a more powerful position - and in power, your father is bound to come back to us."

"Okay?" Adrian said. "My father was a weak man. He shouldn't come back unless he can, you know, handle a ten year old kid. I know you think the same thing, Archer. Are you sure you don't just mean to take the power all to yourself, Mr. Loyalist?" Adrian snickered.

"You understand little, Adrian," Archer murmured. "You're still a child yourself. You do not know everything about the world."

Adrian turned around, and moved toward the door. "But I sure as hell know enough about you." He heard the angry exhale of Archer, and he smiled widely. He slid the door against the rocky floor of this cave-base, shutting it, and prepared to head toward his barracks.

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Christopher Avrich approached the door of the small home, his eyes focused on the ground. On his left, Joey stood, his arms folded over his chest, eyeing the men standing just a little farther left. They were the police escorts they had been promised, staring at them with their stern eyes.

"Are we going to stand here all day, or are we going to knock, Mr. Avrich?" one of them asked.

Chris threw a simple, but annoyed glance at the one who spoke. He recognized from his outstanding mental database of movies that these guys were beat cops; the newbies. Their uniforms were the main giveaway, but he could also tell from their stern but obviously forced tone of voice that they were excited; feeling big solely because they were working alongside the big, bad homicide detectives, evne if it was a menial job like escorting two kids on an errand. Chris reached up and gently knocked on the door.

He heard the sound of creaky, swift footsteps. A voice called out something, but it was muffled, both by the barrier of the door and by some other thing Chris didn't recognize. The door swung open, and his sight was met with a rather short man. His brown suit was smeared with a red substance, the same thing that covered his face.

"Mmph, howph camphi hamph phoo, offipherph?"

Chris blinked.

One of the officers, however, piped up. He apparently understood the man perfectly.

"Please swallow your food, sir," he started. "And it's not us - these children are from Elm Laboratories?"

The man's eyes lit up, and he chewed his food, swallowing it with a thick sounding gulp.

"Oh, my! So sorry. You see, I was eating my favorite spaghetti when you arrived, and..."

"Don't worry 'bout it," Chris said. "I'm Chris. Chris Avrich."

The man extended his right hand and Chris grabbed it. They had a quick, firm handshake. "My name is Joseph Estar. I trust the Professor has told you my more common name, though?"

"I believe it was Mr. Springsteen?" Chris asked with a grin.

One of the escorts was now humming "Born to Run", and Chris couldn't help it. He broke down laughing.

"I'm assuming that was a smart aleck response?" Joseph asked patiently. He too wore a thin smile upon his lips, but kept eyeing the police officers.

"Aye, aye," Chris said. "Mr. Pokemon."

"Bingo, Ringo!" Joseph said. "Now, care to come on in? I'll fix you some milk, or tea, or water, whatever you prefer."

The officers glanced at each other momentarily, and nodded. So in response to that, Joey and Chris did the same.

"Come on in, then!" Joseph said.

The four of them moved inside, and Chris was awestruck at the lab equipment scattered across the small home. Beakers; test tubes filled with oddly colored liquids; desktop computers; empty cages; and the walls were dotted with small, silky patches, as if hit by a stringshot attack.

And then you got to the kitchen. The kitchen was an absolute mess, scattered with papers, each dotted with their own stains; boxes upon boxes of junk, mostly mechanical parts, but some had old paper plates and cups, and some containing loads of silverware; and somewhere in there, mixed in with the mess, was a kitchen table, a stove, a refrigerator and a sink.

Chris moved toward the table, and everybody else followed, except for Joseph. He approached the refrigerator, turned around and looked toward the four of them.

"What can I get you gentlemen?"

"I'll have a glass of milk, please," Joey said.

"Water," one of the escorts said.

"Tea," the other escort said.

"I ain't thirsty, Joe, but thanks," Chris finished.

Joseph nodded, and began to fix drinks for the four of them who would actually be drinking. He spoke as he prepared.

"So, can I get the names of the rest of you men?" he asked. "If you'd prefer a last-name basis, that's fine with me."

"Officer Bartelby," one of the escorts said.

"Officer August," the other said.

"Joey Collins," Joey responded.

Joseph looked up, and cocked an eyebrow. He slid Joey his glass of milk, and then Officer August his water.

"Any relation to Maya Collins?" he asked.

"Yeah. Cousin."

"Ah. How nice. She's one of CNN's younger journalists, isn't she?"

"Yeah," Joey said. His face was slightly red.

"Who in the world is she?" Chris asked. His curiousity had been admittedly peaked.

Joseph looked at him like he was growing lobsters out of his ears. "Do you watch the news, Mr. Avrich?"

"Pfft," Chris said. "As if. What fun is news? I prefer horror movies. Ya'know, alien invasions, murder-... murder, things like that."

"My young friend, it's crucial to watch the news in today's day and time. Well, I'm assuming you've at least heard of CNN?"

"Cherrygrove News Network, yeah."

"Maya Collins is a journalist who works there. Currently doing an internship, but she's catching and even covering stories faster than anyone else can get their hands on them. She's awfully skilled at what she does, even at her young age. You see her face commonly."

"Impressive," Chris murmured: he could honestly have cared less. It would have been more exciting were she a movie star or a popular rock singer.

Joseph sat his glass down, and slid Officer Bartelby his. The five of them sat in silence for a few moments, before Joseph spoke up again.

"So, officers, can I ask what these young men have done to deserve your company?"

The officers looked at each other for a moment, and shook their heads.

"I'm afraid not, sir," August said.

"Not until we learn more ourselves," Bartelby finished.

Joseph nodded. "Very well, then."

The four of them finished their drinks, and Chris stood up. "Alright, Joe, ol' buddy'a Elm's, let's see this egg."

Joseph stood up swiftly, knocking into one of the many boxes in the room, startling everyone else. He nodded toward Chris, and ran past him. Chris broke into a steady, careful (as to not trip on any of the things on the floor) jog after him. He heard the creaky sounds of everyone else following suit.

Very soon, the five of them ended up standing in front of something Chris hadn't noticed on his way in, mixed in with those empty cages. On a small, pink pad stood a dark brown oval-shaped thing, dotted with red spots.

Joseph handed Chris a flimsy sheet of paper, dark but with a blue spot in the middle. Inside this blue spot, a fuzzy form was visible: it was hunched up, but Chris could tell it was thin, but with ring-shaped extensions around its stomach. A slightly curved line was on its head, one on where Joseph had labelled "wrist".

"This Pokemon," he said. "Is definitely a Pokemon. But it is something we have NEVER seen before. I have meticulously been through a guide, and not even a single of Unova's a hundred and forty two - Unova's Pokemon are unique to Unova, by the way, which is why I'm using it as an example - have descriptions to even match this in the slightest. I want you to handle this thing with care, Mr. Avrich. This thing is potentially a major scientific breakthrough. If it's harmed, I will personally come and wring your neck."

Chris flinched at this threat, and Joseph looked apologetic. But he did not verbally apologize.

"Now, how about you and your Pokemon take a rest before you go? You look tired, and I'm sure if you are, so is your Shroomish."

Chris nodded, but was hesitant to release Bosca. He was afraid that she was mad at him, and he didn't want to face that. Apprehensively, he followed Joseph toward his bedroom.

Joseph nodded and shut the door.

Chris reached down toward his belt, and removed the red and white sphere, moving it in close to his eyes, staring at it intensely.

"Alright," he said, pep-talking himself. "You can do this. Bosca WILL understand."

He pressed his thumb against the release switch, and held it there. He realized he was sweating, deciding whether or not to truly go through with this. He pulled his thumb off, felt the ball expand, watched it fly open and send forth a flash of light, and finally materialized into the yellow, green-dotted Pokemon called Bosca.

Chris felt like slamming his head into the tangible tension he felt. He shut his eyes, and waited to hear the fearful squeak.

But instead came one of happiness.

"Mish!" Bosca cried. She leaped up onto the bed, and nudged up against Chris. Chris lifted a hand and gently stroked her. This elicited a pleased sound from Bosca, and Chris couldn't help but crack a thin smile.

"Hiya, gal," he said. "Kinda missed ya."

"Mish! Shroomish!" Bosca responded.

"You too, huh?" he asked. "Righty'o, then. You feelin' alright, other than missin' me?"

"Mish! Mish?" Bosca asked.

"Glad to hear it: and yeah, I'm doin' just fine too. I was a little worried, though. You recovered just fine, though, it seems - hey, we're here, by the way! Over at Mr. Pokemon's place. We're just gonna get some rest 'fore we go."

"Mish!"

Chris fell back onto the mattress, breathing a heavy sigh of relief. He felt Bosca move in close to his side, and without a moment's hesitation, he allowed himself to drift off into sleep.




The end of his nap came all too soon, though; it felt like just as he closed his eyes, he felt a hand on his shoulder, shaking him gently into consciousness. He flipped over to see who it was: it was Joey, Bosca on the floor next to him.

"Eh, c'mon Joey, five more minutes..." Chris muttered.

"Elm's called. The Police Chief wants us there within two hours. We gotta go, Chris," Joey said.

"Screw thaaatttt- eh, I mean... fine. Let's go."

Chris rolled off the bed, and fell to his knees quite purposefully, providing a shoulder for Bosca to jump onto. She did happily, and the three of them walked outside to the mess of the rest of the home.

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About an hour and a half later, the four people arrived at New Bark Town, and then not even five minutes after that, at the Elm Laboratory.

"Police Cars are useful," Chris mused mentally.

The outside of the lab was hounded, absolutely covered by morbidly curious New Bark residents, and of course, members of Cherrygrove's press. A murder story of quiet New Bark Town, especially in a famous Professor's domain, was too good for them to give up. What confused Chris was the fact that the police had tried to cover it up for now, and yet the press had found out so quick. He guessed that if they had rolled out Ian's body, that had probably done it.

Of course, none of them were being let in. The morons were asking questions of stoic guards, each standing on the side of the door: each refusing to move, much less speak. As their group moved through the crowd, a reporter quickly moved toward them, asking questions.

"Oh, they're letting you through? What makes you guys so special? Care to give a thought, some insight, as to what is going on?"

Chris flipped the man off, and he could see visible anger in his eyes. But he forced a smile.

"What's your name, young man?"

"I suggest you move," Bartelby interrupted. The reporter complied, and they managed to squeeze past.

They entered the lab and shut the door behind them just as quickly as they entered, walking toward the back of the place. Police tape blocked their path, so they simply ducked under it.

What Chris saw at the back filled him with a mixture of anger, sadness and simple horror. The entire area was painted red, a spray of the color having showered papers, computers and the walls. It was dried blood.

They were pulled aside by a man of large stature, looming over them like a building. Chris recognized his face: he was the one who had talked to them in the Pokemon Center, via VidPhone. He sighed audibly, causing Joey to give him glances. In these moments, Chris could see the fear in his eyes: with a child his age seeing this scene, he could understand it.

They stopped in a corner of the office, where a long silver desk had been set up. The three of them took a seat.

"So, boys. Can I get you anything? Water? Milk?"

Both Chris and Joey shook their heads.

"Alright," the officer said. "I know you children understand just what is going. Mr. Ian Donyer was murdered last night in this Laboratory. His throat was slashed, but we can't determine the instrument used just yet. Not even ten minutes after we arrived at the scene, you children called. It is taught to cops like myself: offenders tend to come back to the scene."

Chris slapped his palm against his face. "Don't tell me you think either of us did it?"

"Did you, Mr. Avrich?"

Chris shot the man a glare that could kill a Tyranitar. "Of course not! Ian was a friend. A real good friend. What motive would I have? Do you really think I could do this?"

Joey spoke up, nodding. "If the murder occurred last night, then you can call my mom - Tamara Collins. We were withb her all night long..."

Chris had to resist making a comment on that. He let loose another, formidable sigh.

"Well, my main concern is that you guys could be formidably sneaky," the officer said.

"Do we look like the sneaky types?" Chris asked.

"Things aren't often as they look. I dislike thinking that children like yourselves could perform such a task, but there are certain evidence items that broaden our horizons. August! Bring it out."

Officer August nodded, and moved away for a short time. Within a minute or so, he came back with a plastic bag in hand. All Chris saw inside it was a blank sheet of printing paper.

Then he turned it around.

What was printed on this side was simple, but from the draw of breath Chris heard Joey perform, it was something important. It took him a few moments to recognize it - but he did the same thing.

It was a bright red R.

"...W-what...?" Chris asked.

"Do you not recognize it, Mr. Avrich?" the officer asked.

"...But what do they have to do with this?"

He felt his limbs begin to shake. He was putting the pieces together.

"We assume that this is fake, Mr. Avrich, as Rocket was disbanded over three years ago. But perhaps someone wishes to mimic them - a young group of gangsters who wish to make it big like they did. Would you know anything about this?"

Chris had a feeling. He shut his eyes,

drew in a deep, shaky breath and spoke.

"It's real."

"Excuse me, Mr. Avrich?"

"The murder weh-...weapon... was a Sneasel. The murderer...is... gah, DAMN IT!"

Chris slammed his fist down into the table, and began to breathe heavier.

"...was a boy. My age. Red hair, black jacket. The jacket.. had-... it had an R, just like that, s-sewed onto it. His name is Adrian Russo."

The officer across the table looked at him with eyes that glinted with excitement.

"Like Giovanni Russo, Mr. Avrich?"

Chris nodded. "Yeah."

"I see. And how did you come upon this information?"

"...Deduction. I battled the guy. He had a Sneasel. Those claws look perfect to k-..k..."

"...Kill someone with, Mr. Avrich?"

Chris nodded again. He felt tears of frustration began to rip at him. "Yeah."

"I see. I'll allow you children to have some rest, then. Mr. Avrich, your home is just nearby, isn't it?"

Chris nodded a third time. "Yep. Can we go over there?"

The officer smiled. "Yes. We will have Officer August post guard, though."

Chris sighed. "Good enough. Joey, you ready?"

The boy nodded slowly. Chris could still see some hesitancy in this: but it was understandable.

The two of them got out of their seats, and they, alongside Officer August, headed to the Avrich house.
 
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Mr. Ian Donyer was murdered last night in this Laboratory.
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Well, that's one way to write a self-insert (as others might claim). By killing them off.

Not much for me to comment on this chapter. This seems like a chapter necessary to move the story onward, but not much (except for Chris getting that egg) happened in it story-wise. It still brought Chris further into the other plot happening with the Rockets and Adrian. (Adrian and the Rockets sounded too much like a band.)

Speaking of which, A+ on the Springsteen reference.

Also, I liked the scene where Chris saw Bosca again for the first time after the battle with Adrian. In that small scene, you showed how Chris is growing up a little bit every day by facing small problems along with the big ones like murder. And besides, any scene with that adorable Shroomish is always a plus.

A few wonky grammar things:

"This Pokemon," he said. "Is definitely a Pokemon.
Seems like something got mixed here. Like the full stop after "said" should have been a comma. Or perhaps the sentence just doesn't make sense any way you put it.

Chris had a feeling. He shut his eyes,

drew in a deep, shaky breath and spoke.
Random line break here.

We were withb her all night long..."
"with"

This was still a good read, and I'm looking forward to the next chapter.
 

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Another enjoyable chapter - like Astinus said the Chris and Bosca scene was neat and I also liked how the chapter unfolded as well - the slow pace of it really suited it, I thought, with the scenes of them drinking while Mr Pokemon slowly regarded the boys and the policemen with them. I also found the opening scene with our murderer to be interesting as well with your take on his thoughts on his father - and yay for Archer as well.

I also found the opening quote to be a fitting choice, as well as somewhat amusing in that it was also used as a quote given what it is about and how it is used. XD Yay irony?

Other quotes!
"********," Adrian thought.
Besides noting that a recent addition to the FF&W rules are that you don't have to censor as long as there's a warning about the swear before the fic/chapter, maybe thoughts should be in something different to quotation marks (like 'word') so it's easier to tell that it's a thought before reading that fact instead of thinking 'quotation marks mean he said that-no wait he thought it?'.
On his left, Joey stood, his arms folded over his chest, eyeing the men standing just a little farther left.
'to the left' might sound a bit better there, but more a suggestion, that.

And then you got to the kitchen.
This seemed to break the fourth wall a bit (ie talk to us the audience as a narrator instead of keeping it within the story) which here felt a bit too awkward to me -maybe try 'And then they got...'?

A murder story of quiet New Bark Town, especially in a famous Professor's domain, was too good for them to give up.
'in' works better imo.

He let loose another, formidable sigh.

"Well, my main concern is that you guys could be formidably sneaky," the officer said.
I feel the comma after another isn't necessary there, and the two formidable/y there felt a bit repetitive to me - consider changing one (but tbh both feel a bit odd in that context to me).

Overall it was good - again, keep it up!
 

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Oh, I quite like this chapter a lot. Yeah, like Astinus said not too much going on, but it's still necessary to get some stuff from the previous chapters resolved.

The first scene with Adrian and Archer gives off some nice foreshadowing there. Of course, we already know Adrian is Giovanni's father, but it gives development (and making us wonder) over the two's motives. I already love your take of Archer, especially with his quote "You're still a child yourself. You do not know everything about the world."

Haha, you did nicely with Mr. Pokemon. He's pretty eccentric there, LOL. The part with Chris and Bosca is very sweet and adorable. I like how you had him worried and being hesitant at first before releasing her, but glad she's happy to see him. ^^

The last part with Joey and Chris at the lab is my favorite one in this chapter. You did really well having Chris realized it was Adrian that killed Ian and how so. The tension done there is well done.

Overall, great read here! Looking forward to next chapter!
 

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best laid plans

And a new narrator takes over. Shove your ass out the way, Mister Avrich; seems I'm taking the star's spot in this story.

I am the reasoning behind the whole story. His story? Heh. This is mine. Okay, okay, we share it, I admit. But I'm still the most important one.

Don't believe me?

Check it out.


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Chris got no sleep that night.

It was a given, he figured. He laid his head upon his pillow for the first time at nine o'clock in the evening, closed his eyes and saw the world. He saw it in red, a macabre view of the Earth around him. He saw the man coming in close, jagged knife in hand. Even the horror movie tracks. All in his head, he learned when he opened his eyes next to glance at the clock and see not even one minute had passed.

He lay there like this until three o'clock in the morning. By this point he had given up on the idea of sleep, and had given his night over to his thoughts. He tried to divert them from death, and had relative success. But when he heard a crash downstairs, he immediately picked up Bosca and shook her awake, whispered his concerns to her and let the two of them rush down the stairs. He leaped down the final step and pointed toward the noise's cause, about to cry out a command, when he saw it was simply Joey.

"...Christ, Joey, scare a guy like that," he murmured.

Joey's tired eyes looked apologetic. "Sorry! I just... wanted a glass of water. Dropped the dang thing. Lucky it didn't break..."

At that point, once Joey had gone back up, Chris snuck outside with Bosca.

The night scenery was absolutely stunning. The night sky was clear and aglow with the light of thousands of tiny, dancing stars. They illuminated the lake beside his home. He heard the sounds of buzzing bug Pokemon, scurrying their way through the nighttime before they were forced to go undercover in the light. He sighed, slid down against the wall of his house, and with Bosca, spent the rest of the night simply admiring the view.

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He understood the consequences of it all a bit too well for his tastes. Ignorance is bliss was a policy he had always believed in, and it had been drilled into him at his induction ceremony with little to no trouble.

"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good. I am a grunt, who may or may not rise in the ranks some day: but as a grunt, I am nothing. I have been of little importance and will continue to be of little importance until I make myself such. Ignorance is bliss is a grunt's policy and I accept it with open arms. "

Of course, those words were spoken on a more private day. To the formal world of the Rocket Gang, they had recited some ******** about how they were proud to be a part of Team Rocket. He recited those words off memory, the day in which he had first spoken them in his head as fresh as if it had happened just the previous day. He smiled with satisfaction, stepping out of the shadow and into the light, staring at the horrified person in front of him.

"I'm sorry," he said. He reached forward, stroking the child's head of burning red hair. "Little Miss. If I could avoid doing this, I would, but it's for the better. Please forgive me in the afterlife. Come down to Hell to visit me some time, okay?"

The man removed the pistol from its holster, placing it against her forehead and pulled the trigger. He heard the sound of the splatter of blood on the wall behind her. He reached down and wiped away the remnants of tears streaming down her cheeks with his gloved hands, then turned.

In the dark, he could barely see himself in the mirror, but he knew the broad R on his shirt was a little more red than normal. He sighed. He would have to change it.

"Ambassador Juniper, your daughter has left the building. Really sucks for you when you mess with Team Rocket." He let loose another sigh, a bit more forceful than the last one. "Really."

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"Mom, I want to travel."

Elizabeth Avrich looked at her son oddly. "Are you sure? With what you've been through, I don't..."

"Mom, I'll be fine. R-...really, you're just worried about letting me go. I see it all the time in the movies. I'll be careful, mom, plus I'll have Joey by my side."

"...Chris, you're talking about Team Rocket here!"

"Red did it!" Chris said.

"You're not Red," his mother argued. "It's a stretch to even call yourself close. I'm not saying you can't be! But right now, you're not even close."

Chris turned around, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. "I'm going, mom. That's the end of it."

"Can you at least think it over a little longer, honey?! It's dangerous out there!"

Chris continued on his walk to the door, Bosca trotting along beside him. He slipped through the door.

His mother ran up through the door and drew him into an embrace. "...Fine! Stubborn little kid. At least tell me if there's something I can do for you, okay? And call me every day just as soon as you can. I'll track you myself if you forget even once."
Chris smiled and returned the hug. "I'm a bit too scared of the wrath of the infamous mom to forget. Thanks."

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"Of course I should not have to tell you that you did a wonderful job tonight, David. I'm more than pleased with your performance."

"Thank you, Archer, sir!" David said. "It means-"

"It should mean nothing," Archer deadpanned.

David's face went red. He had screwed up. "...Of course not, sir."

Archer smiled his signature, devilish smile. "It means that you are up for a promotion, and quick. Mr. Milwood, it's a shame that I can't simply give it to you. But I can if you perform one more assassination for me."

David nodded. "Anything, sir."

"Giovanni's son, the brat, has recently made the mistake of coming into the sight of a public person. The boy's name, as Adrian says, is Christopher Avrich. He lives in New Bark Town. I'd rather not let them track Adrian in case the boss does come back. Find him and kill him."

David nodded dutifully yet again. "Will do, sir."

Archer let his smile turn into a grin. "Thank you much, David."

"No problem, sir."


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Short Chapter. I know. Sorry for it, but I felt this point as a suspenseful point to end it. :3
 

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Woo reviewing despite the crazy words due to 'applesauce' =p.

It was rather short, but again it seemed to be alright for this chapter so you were 'right' I suppose to end it there. =p I am a bit confused over what Juniper/her daughter (curiously does she have one in any of the canons...?) did however to earn an assassination - I wonder if that would be touched upon later on. This new TR character is interesting though - wonder how he'll go about trying to kill Chris there...
And a new narrator takes over. Shove your ass out the way, Mister Avrich; seems I'm taking the star's spot in this story.
Gotta love those new narrators. ;p
At that point, once Joey had gone back up, Chris snuck outside with Bosca.
The first three words feel a bit unnecessary to me - sounds a bit odd to say 'at that point' followed by 'once ____ happened' because it somewhat implies it was no longer 'at that point'. Or maybe I'm just reading too much into it.
Ignorance is bliss is a grunt's policy and I accept it with open arms. "
There was an extra space between the full stop and the quotation mark that's not needed there. The motto he recited sounded rather odd to me though for some reason... and personally something like the TR motto as seen in the Gold Silver Crystal/Heartgold Soulsilver games would have worked better. *shrugs* My opinion anyways.
His mcrazy ran up through the door and drew him into an embrace. "...Fine! Stubborn little kid. At least tell me if there's something I can do for you, okay? And call me every day just as soon as you can. I'll track you myself if you forget even once."
Chris smiled and returned the hug. "I'm a bit too scared of the wrath of the infamous mom to forget. Thanks."
Needs ancrazy bit of line spacing there between the two paragraphs.
Archer let his smile turn into a grin. "Thank you much, David."
'thank you much' also sounds a bit off - thank you very much yes, but without the very... alternatively you could drop the 'much' and it'd be fine as well.

Keep it up - but how many stories are you ducking now? O_o
 

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First off, the only thing I have to say over the first part is that's a pretty intense dream Chris had there. D:

The assassination scene, I actually want to thank you for having a Team Rocket use a gun! \o/ Seriously, for once the grunts should be able to use guns, not Pokemon on children. That's one of my pet peeves, haha.

The scene with Chris and his mom I feel is a bit rushed. I feel you could have mentioned a bit over how Chris was nervous over asking his mom to travel but had some hope she was going to say yes. Also, it seemed his mother changed her mind quickly over her decision. Perhaps after his mother said no, have Chris thought over the situation and then a few minutes later his mother comes to later say she's fine with him traveling.

I do have to also agree the last part ends nicely in a suspenseful note. Shall be interesting how David will handle this new assignment.

Chapter very short, yes, but still quite good. Only thing is I felt the scene with Chris and his mother should be expanded a bit more.
 
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Oh, it's your other story that I'm two chapters behind on. Okay. But I guess it's good that I'm waiting for an update to this story.

Two things on grammar that I saw and want to get out of the way.

By this point he had given up on the idea of sleep, and had given his night over to his thoughts.
Sounds awkward to have two "givens" in one sentence. Replace one with another word or reword the sentence.

I'll be careful, mom, plus I'll have Joey by my side."
"I'm going, mom. That's the end of it."
Both "mom"s here need to be capitalized, since they work as a replacement of her name.

I'm going to combine both Bay's and bobandbill's opinions and say that the assassination scene and the scene between Chris and his mother need more. For the assassination scene (A+ on using a gun, by the way), I had to read over the death scene a few times to understand just what happened there. And it will be interesting to see why Juniper and her daughter got involved with this plot.

And yeah, the scene where Chris wants to leave home felt a little rushed. A bit more attention to both of their feelings on the matter would help improve it. Just for a bit more of an emotional punch right there.

I do like your opening narration, and the nighttime scene. It was a good way to show that Chris is still affected by the news, and that Joey is more of an innocent character, since he could get to sleep. And the outside world was described nicely.

This chapter ended in a good spot. As I said, I'm looking forward to an update.
 

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Author's Note: There are indeed chapter titles now. I will get around to giving the first six some lovin' like this when I get off my lazy behind. :3 'till then, bare with me, and I will eventually edit them in.

best laid plans​


Goddammit, what the hell do you think you're doing? Taking my place? Sheesh.

Sorry 'bout that, folks. Anyways, if there was one lesson I ever learned about life is that irony's cold glare was your best friend sometimes. Think about that.


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Chapter Seven
: A Gastly Experience through the Ghastly Tower

"Hello, dear guest. My name is David Milwood; you've messed with Team Rocket too severely. It's time for you to die."

With his gun loaded, he pressed it to the forehead of the boy and pulled the trigger. He heard the bang, loud and clear, and the last surprised gasp of Christopher Lawrence Avrich Jr., resident of New Bark: fourteen years old, son of Elizabeth Kaitlyn Avrich and Christopher Lawrence Avrich Sr. "Good-bye." He saw the blood mixed with the boy's sweat, his brain matter splattered on the pale wall behind them. He reached forward, wiping his tears away with his thumb.

He smiled slyly. It all seemed too real to him now: he had just blown out the brains of an imaginary boy. Not even the gun had been loaded. But he practiced his hits before they occurred, to make himself more prepared.

Preparedness was what he needed. His job wasn't easy on the psyche; he was smart enough to admit that. He did it for the pay, and for... other reasons. But the pay his predominant reason. It was tremendous for a grunt in the DPS (Down-low Pay System; simply keeping your source of pay on the down-low. To most people it looked as if you were just doing some high-paying job; like a computer technician or some other thing), and he needed the money desperately. He set aside fifteen-percent of each kill's payout: but the rest was spent on food, money and weapons. He did have one Pokemon he needed to feed, and it was a muncher, taking about forty-percent of his money.

But he was satisfied, he supposed. It payed the bills and it gave him his thrills.

He let his smile fade and let loose a sigh. "Now, Noctowl, let's hurry and get back..."

He did have three other Pokemon that didn't need to be fed. He liked those the best: those who could get the job done and get the hell out of his life until they were needed again. He sat on the stool where the imaginary corpse sat, pushing it out of the way and allowing him to relax. Now he simply had to wait.


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It took a few days, but after the clearance from the Homicide Detectives and of course, from his mother, Chris was able to reach Violet City alongside Joey. Very little actually occurred on the trip there, except for an encounter with a wild Spinarak: turned out Joey was a sufferer of arachnophobia.

"Alright!" Chris exclaimed, albeit with a bit of hesitance in his voice, "let's see how we do at this place."

"You sure, Chris?" Joey asked. "We just got here... we really don't want to go inside. Maybe get some rest..."

Chris smiled slyly. "You can get some rest, maybe. I'm challenging this place. Me and Bosca will Ace it!"

Joey reached up, wiping the sweat off his brow. "I'll be at the Pokemon Center... I'll reserve a room for two, 'kay?"

"'kay," Chris agreed.

So that was how Chris managed to get into the predicament of being lost inside Violet City's most famous landmark.

It was a tower that was said to be a hundred feet tall. A hyperbole, Chris thought, as he looked at it: it was thirty, forty at max. But oddly enough, if you looked at its old, brown structure close enough, it seemed to sway with the gentle wind that always blew through Violet.

Still, forty feet was a large bit of space to cover. He got no help, either. There were plenty of monks who resided in the tower and knew every square inch of the chewed up wooden place by heart. The rules of the "Sprout Tower Challenge" stated that he couldn't receive help. The only help he could get was "The hearts of him and his Pokemon". Bla, bla. All that Bull Snot.

He only got out because he nearly died.

"C'mon, Bosca. Hop on, you gotta be ten times as tired as I am."

"...Mmmmiiissshhhh..."

He lowered his shoulder, allowing Bosca to hop up. He sighed with discontent, but trucked on. He was met with a bit of a roadblock: a large spider web hanging in between two wooden beams that was the only open path he could find.

"...Here we go," Chris whispered – and shot through the web, his body filling with a sudden burst of anxiety. He nearly toppled over onto the ground but managed to catch his balance at the last moment, his face paling and his skin turning cold as ice. This place had an ominous feeling. He swiped himself out of the remains of webbing, and kept walking forward. Maybe it was just the natural vibe of the place. Wooden, creaky, dark and having the entrance covered in spider web... these were all key horror movie signs of something going terribly wrong.

He drew in a deep breath, then exhaled. He was just being a worry-wart. A nervous-nelly. That type of person was something he had always hated, and he chastised himself mentally for being such a hypocrite. He continued to walk on.

Suddenly, after a few minutes of walking, his foot hit a floorboard just as normal. But this one gave a particularly odd sound: Chris thought he heard it hiss. He was paralyzed for a moment, but shrugged it off and continued his walk.

Bosca was shivering. As if her innate Pokemon senses were telling her something. Chris looked at her through his peripheral vision, but didn't say anything. He laughed quietly. Or she could just be cold. It was oddly breezy in here – maybe there was a window closeby! Then he could look out and at least estimate how far up he had gotten, also in-turn giving him a good perspective of where to go next. He sighed with relief, searching around in what was now near pitch-black for some source of light in the distance. As he kept walking, he saw nothing.

He finally spoke. "Hey, gal, did'ja see anything? You alright?"

"Mish... mish, Shroo, shroomish."

"...Really now?" he asked. He could definitely sense fear in her voice. Something was up. Bracing himself, he tilted back his head and screamed as loud as he could (putting one hand over Bosca's closer ear in order to prevent hearing damage to her), "HEY! Whoever is in here, get out of the shadows! I know you're here!"

The only response was a surprised cry from Bosca, and the sound of Rattata scurrying away. He sighed. "Sorry, gal."

"...Mmmiiissshhhh..."

Suddenly, Chris felt something pass by him. He knew it was in no way an illusion or a phantom brush. Or perhaps it was the latter. Perhaps this place was haunted? He was in a dark room with no human company at what... nine, ten P.M.? It fit the template for a Haunted House story perfectly. Chris shivered with anxious anticipation.

And he shivered again just seconds after he calmed down when the wet, large tongue lapped his right cheek. He screamed in surprise, jumping aside and toppling to the ground – really, this time. He heard a surprised shriek from Bosca, looking over to find her. He only saw glowing eyes, huge ones, but with pupils about the size of a small bead.

Then it rushed forward. Chris felt it envelope him. He tried to scream but no sound would come out: with his last desperate strength, he slid his arm out, reaching for Bosca, but he only heard a thin thud sound and a rolling tumble as his hand hit fabric. His backpack. He cursed mentally, then his world went black.

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"Hello, handsome."

Chris looked at the odd invader of his thoughts, his arms folded over his chest. "Who are you, and why are you in my head?"

This invader stood at the exact same height as him, but with long brown hair down to her shoulders. Her body was of the hour-glass figure, her garb being a plain black dress. Her eyes were small and beady, black pupils staring at him, piercing into the depths of his very soul.

"Because I'm hungry," the girl said. Her hand moved up, revealing a struggling purple and white mass in her hand. She stuck the Rattata in her mouth and chomped down, chewing noisily. Chris flinched, hearing the crunch of its skull in her mouth. She let her tongue out of her mouth, painted a bright red and licking her lips. "You looked tasty." Her lips were now stained as well, leaking onto some of her mouth. She tossed the dead rat aside, and Chris watched it seem to sink into the dark gray floor, creating a small wave of ripples.

The next moment, the girl had disappeared. In her place was a man, taller than him by a long shot, at least three feet: and Chris was five foot six. He stepped back, his eyes wide with horror.

"Time for you to die, Mr. Avrich – you've messed with Team Rocket for long enough!"

He let loose a howl of laughter, making Chris visibly shake. He stepped back, and the man stepped forward. Twice. Each step Chris made backward, the closer the man drew to him, and before long they were so close that their noses could have touched. Had they been of near equal height. The man was a lummox, his broad, calloused hand pulling out a gun from his pocket (Chris was surprised he hadn't noticed it before), and pressed it against Chris's forehead. He pulled the trigger.

Chris felt a sudden jolt of pain shoot through his head, tumbling backward onto the gray, shiny surface of Dreamland (so he called it), sending ripples outward. He opened his eyes and saw that a small flag had burst out of the gun barrel, reading in tiny blue capitals, "BANG!"

The man roared with feminine laughter. He faded back into the image of the girl. "You fear easy," she mused. "This is going to be quite a meal..."

Chris stood up, focused on one thing and one thing only: gettting out of here alive. He shot forward, his hand curled into a firm fist, aiming for it to hit the girl square in the face. But before he even got there, an agonizing pain shot through his arm. He screamed, his face going a bright red, his body convulsing slightly as he hit the ground.

"This is my world you sit in," the girl deadpanned, her eyes narrowing, "this is my world and thus my rules. My rules state that I can't be harmed."

Chris looked up at her spitefully. "Who the hell ARE you?"

"I am everyone, and I am no one. I am the departed."

"You're a ghost?"

"No, I'm a Ghos. Without the T. Also known as some countries," she mused, peeling away part of her face as if it were another part of her routine, revealing a small section of blasting purple gas, "as Gastly."

Suddenly, it made sense to him.

He picked himself up off the ground and ran toward her again. This was still his mind. He was going to push this ***** out of it if it killed him. Which he had the distinct feeling that it probably would.

He slipped his hand forward once again, this time coming within a few inches of her face before another jolt of pain shot up his arm. He ignored it the best he could, continuing to shove himself forward: and he broke through. The punch connected with a thick cracking sound, and Chris watched, awestruck as more pieces of the false face flecked off like pieces of glass from a mirror. More of the purple gaseous substance leaked out, now giving her a bit of a gas cloak.

The cost of this, though, was that his arm was now immobile. He had use of one arm. ****. This wasn't turning out well, but he was making progress: the only question was how much progress he could make until he couldn't use any of his body parts. What would happen then?

He supposed he would find out. He had nothing to lose. He was going to be eaten if he didn't try to fight, and was probably going to be eaten if he did anyway; a damned if you do, damned if you don't situation. He would rather be damned if he did, than damned if he didn't.

He looked up from the ground with furious eyes. "Now you'd better get out of my goddamn mind before I make you!"

Gastly-Woman cackled madly. "Make me, then, boy! I am infinite! You can't beat me with your weak little mind!"

Christopher Avrich grinned from ear to ear, leaking anxiety out of every pore in his body. "Let's go then, *****."

"Name calling, young man. Name calling." The Gastly-Woman walked forward calmly, her psychic barrier pushing Chris back a bit. He had made a hole in it from his pushing earlier: he would have to use that, he figured. "I like you. You're a feisty one. I believe you'll be quite the tasty one too!"

Chris dashed toward her, forcing himself to ignore the barrier she had around her and using its hole to his advantage. He picked up his good hand, hoping his hardest to actually find it. It was invisible; there was no sure way. He thrust his palm against one-spot: pain. He screamed, jumping back as she walked closer.

"Play, play, little child, as it will be your last playdate... shall we enjoy it?"

Chris picked himself up out of the daze he was put in, and made another frantic grab for the spot. He felt his hand slip through: good. Now to execute his plan. With a forceful grunt, he tugged his arm diagonally. He hoped that through sheer will and force combined, he could get the spot moved, moving the location of the barrier.

But something even better happened. At the cost of another arm's usage, going numb and limp in by his side, he saw her entire torso break away. She was a floating mass of purple gas now with a human face. Her legs were not attached to her, but instead moving directly on their own. She didn't even seem to notice.

"Trying to break through the barrier is futile," she deadpanned, her mouth still. Chris recognized this to be telepathy.

He brought his leg up, smashing it down through the broken hole. It connected to the leg-space, but passed on through. Shattering of glass could be heard, and now the legs were gone entirely. His leg went numb. With one final gesture, Christopher Avrich grabbed onto the sides of the tangible psychic barrier and gave the face a firm headbutt.

It shattered. The girl let loose a gasp that ended in a,"..astly!", before the world around them began to crumble. Chris caught a piece of the sky hanging from its original place and held it fast, its sharp edge cutting into his now not-numbed hands. He felt blood trickle down his wrist, painting his skin red.

He let go only because a voice told him to. He didn't know why, but he trusted it.

"Let go, son," the voice said. "Wake! The Gastly has left you – you are a lucky one."


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Christopher Avrich woke up to a world that was made of the word "pain" – he saw it in many different colors. Light pinks, pale blues, bright, blinding reds, and the sheets of white heat. Oh god, the white hot agony that pulsed throughout his body, making him gasp as something was pressed down in his hand.

"Who...are...you..."

"...This is for me to know and you never to know, son," the voice said, and within moments Chris felt himself begin to fade out of consciousness again. He heard the slight chirping of a concerned Bosca... and then nothing.
 
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