*sigh* everyone but me.
*Starts thinking up a pretty good plot line for a story*
Edit: Well, heres the story, The basic concept is that every Pokemon type is represented by one of these beings, who are named their type, and who can transform into any pokemon whose main type is their type[i.e. Psychic can become Mew. Dark can become Absol, Dragon can become Dragonite, Grass can become Bulbasaur, etc. But in contrast Ice could not become a sneasel because Sneasel has Ice as its secondary type, not its main]
Psychic was talking to Dragon, "So you can hear all our thoughts" Dragon said skeptically
"Of course, i'm Psychic, it makes sense, doesn't it?" she replied, "Well actually, I can't hear Dark's, but he's the only one" she added
"So do you know what i'm thinking of?" Dragon asked curiously
"Yes, you're thinking of Ice" she said in an exasperated voice, "you spend nearly every moment awake, and many asleep thinking of her. Not that I needed to be psychic to know that" she added
Dragon blushed, "Is it really that obvious?" he asked
"It seems to be obvious to everyone except Ice" she replied, "Also I can feel her coming" Psychic added. Ice soon appeared behind them, "Hey, do you guys wanna go play or something?" she asked. Dragon immediately said yes, You guys go ahead, i'm just going to relax here" she replied thoughtfully knowing Dragon would want to be alone with Ice, "Tell her how you feel" she said telepathically to Dragon. He smiled and gave a nod as the two walked out of her mind's eye's field of view.
Psychic was laying on the grass, just enjoying the sunshine, suddenly "Hey", Psychic jumped before realizing it was Dark.
"Sorry, forgot you can't feel my mind like the others" he said apologetically, "So how are you doing?" he asked thoughtfully.
"I'm doing well, just as well as yesterday I guess, a little better maybe" she said, "Is their anything in particular you wanted to talk about?" she asked.
"Sort of, I just can't seem to remember something" he said in an odd voice, "I can't seem to remember their being anything before this" he said, gesturing to the hills and fields.
"If it was important then we would remember it, wouldn't we? Plus, whats so wrong with here" she imitated his gesture, "its nice, theirs plenty of room, and no one seems interested in running us out or anything" she said.
"I guess your right, it is nice here and if it was important we would remember, wouldn't we?" he said, "Anyways, wanna go play tag or something?" he asked hopefully
"Do Fire and Water love each other" she answered
"Yes, and I wish they'd stop kissing, it creates clouds of steam when they do" he said playfully, "Now whose it?" he asked
"You are" she said, and with that she transformed into a mew and flew out of Dark's reach, Dark retaliating by turning into a Murkrow and flying after her.
OOC: I might continue this later, depends on how much Ichiro rages about it.