*~Grass~*

I have a little over a hundred XD And, don't double post please. Hey, I never noticed how new you were! Welcome!
Sorry, I'm not done writing Mango's part in Microsoft Word. I think I'll make it today and put it here tomorrow. Or I'll put it here tonight.
~Mushookies!
 
Mango the Tropius
The flourishing village of Fortree was a pleasant and nature-loving town. The inhabitants of the place felt nothing but disdain for the people who harmed the helpless pokemon. All of the peoples' homes were made in trees. They thought it safer than living on the ground for they did know that some pokemon were hard to calm. The one they feared the most for many years was the overpowering Tropius.
Their fright, however, receded one day. A Tropius, muscular and colossal, came lumbering through.
Hurriedly, the women and children were rushed to the treetops. Onlooker watched the burly creature warily. Children tugged at their mothers' skirts, wondering why they had to hide from such a loyal looking creature.
He was a spectacular sight. Hed did not thrash his long nech about, nor did he have the desire to. He was but a drifter...roaming through the village of the humans. He didn't mean mean to do destruction to them. His eyes were placid...his smile so cordial...
That Tropius was Mango the Noble. He was the most dignified one of Hoenn. His aspiration in life was to enjoy life.
After walking through the town, the Tropius went on the the east, finding a nice lake to drink from. Gratefully, he gradually sipped the cool water.
Mango quickly turned his head when the known sound of something rising from water came to his ears. There was a sodden Absol, ambling from the lake. He licked his large paw like a cat. His eyes shifted over to where Mango was quizzically looking at him.
"What're you staring at?" He asked with a sneer. "Haven't you seen an Absol take a wash?"
He shook his whole body, ruffling his fur a bit. Escaping into the long grass, the Absol disappeared from sight.
Mango mysteriously had an urge to follow the vulgar Absol. There was something spiteful about him...
His keen ears aided him the way to the Absol layer, a clump of grass not even near the size of himself. Like a ghost, Mango slunk to the side of the grass clump and listened in.
"There you are, Soll! What one earth took you so long?" This voice was different from the Absol's.
"Nothing, Chomp...I just ran into a cheeky little Tropius."
"A Tropius? Absurd! Tropius are only found to the west of Fortree."
"Enough about the stupid Tropius, what was it you were to tell me?"
Oh...Mango thought deeply. So this, "Soll" has a secret, does he?
"Alright then, I'll tell you. You're a pretty tough pokemon, Soll, so that's why I came to inform you of this event."
Soll gave a sigh of impatience. "What? What is it?"
Chomp hurriedly continued. "You know the legends of the kingdom of Suran, am I right?"
Suran! Mango thought excitedly to himself. I've heard of that place! The place where all of the legendary pokemon come from.
"Chomp, you thick fool! Why are you all of a sudden speaking of fairy tales!?"
Chomp's voice was trembling now and went faster than ever. "There's a tournament to the south for pokemon only! It's near a large barrier reef where Corsola breed! The Tournament of the Paranormal is what it's called...six pokemon a team! If you win, you'll spend the rest of your life in Suran!"
Soll the Absol became highly irate. His voice trembled like the earth near an erupting volcano. "Chomp! Prove that there is this place!"
There was a rustle of brush and something dar came out of the pile of grass and silage. It was Chomp the Mightyena. He looked around nervously, realizing that the coast was clear. He picked up a feather shrouded in rainbow colors.
A shadow intersected the sun and the earth, but the Mightyena didn't look up. Mango the Noble was out to find his team. Who wouldn't miss a chance to go to Suran?

There, nice and simply put. More clues to make you go, huh? Why is there a mystery all of the sudden?
 
i`m starting to understand this fic.... ^^'
 
yeah, what SPon said. (what is that supossed to mean?) XD
 
It means that TEE was just way too fast for my liking. I think it was better when it was just moving along. I didn't prewrite that story...I just did it as I went. I didn't even know what was going to happen.
 
but it was still really, really good...

and i dont prewrite my stories like vaporeon dreams. i just type whatever i feel like typing.
 
okay you lost me in that last chapter...but anyway I liked TEE.I thought it was pretty long but thats prob just me.can't wait for the next chapter
 
Well, I'm excited now because we're starting the cycle all over again. This'll be interesting because character's stories start intersecting.
Kincoco the Shroomish

The Shroomish was in a deep sleep, but his sleep wasn't clean of nightmares. The sounds of war outside the forest were emergent, and he had nightmares of blood, of chilling images. He woke in a naked sweat, soaked in bitter stickiness. Foliage was stuck to his skin; glued to his body.
He heard a soft lamentation off in the forest. Was he still dreaming?
Waddling off towards the sound, he sought through the dark for the source of the noise. Canopied in tree branched, the forest seemed spooky in the morn.
The weeping was near. He could tell clearly it was the weep of a young female, just his age, perhaps. He rummaged through piles of leave, wondering if the weeper was hiding from something.
"No..." He heard from behind him. "Why...? Why...me...?"
It was no doubt that the voice was from the lamenter. It was bleary and unclear.
Suddenly turning round, he blew the leaves from a nearby pile so they fluttered off in the breeze.
The crying stopped and Kincoco was staring into the large eyes of an acorn-like creature. Her eyes were lined with crimson, her mouth gaping and drooling. Marks of tears were streaked across her face. One dribbled down and followed the path of another.
"What's wrong?' The Shroomish asked as silent and sweet as a daisy.
The little acorn wailed in despair. "Gone! He's gone!"
Kincoco struggled to keep a straight face. "Who's gone?"
He nestled next to the acorn pokemon. She shook with tears. "Daddy...daddy...why'd you leave me...?
Although she was answering all of his questions, the girl seemed to only be talking to herself.
"The drums...blood...blood...everywhere...FLAME!"
Obviously the young acorn had recently undergone an atrocious incident. Her father had deceased...Kincoco never knew his mother and father. He lived his life on his own, without a friend to aid him.
"Appease, little one...it's over...it will pass..."
She sniffled and let her tears roll continuously. "No...I must die...! Kill me! Kill me now!"
The Shroomish looked at her perplexedly. Her mouth was still wide open...she breathed heavily. Kincoco gazed deep into her glistening eyes.
"Why...? Why should I kill you?" Kincoco asked. This girl was certainly a one that was troubled.
"My fault...my...fault..." She closed her eyes, comatose from her incessant dirge.
It is alright, young acorn..." Kincoco told the sleeping girl. "'Tis a way of the pokemon life. 'Tis a way of everyone's life. Just learn to embrace it."
The kind Shroomish tried to fall asleep again, but kept one eye open and on the acorn. She murmured languageless things...she whispered very clearly when Kincoco wwas nearly asleep: "Mother..."
 
Wow I had to read it a second time it was so.........so...........FANTASTIC!
 
Please come back fast!

~Toenail
 
Since I was turkey drunk yesterday and forgot to give you your entry, I think I might do two...

Thrive the Seedot

The tiny Seedot's eyes slowly opened at the sound of a hearty voice. Father? She thought, but she remembered...she remembered that he was gone...
"Breakfast!" The voice cried. A stout little mushroom-like creature scuttled over to her, soggy roots draped over his head.
"I see your awake." He told her as he dumped the seaweed stuff in the nest. "Eat up!"
"What's this rubbish?" Thrive growled snootily. "You call that scrap breakfast?"
The mushroom wore the green swill all around his mouth. "Aw...missy." The food hung from his mouth as he talked. "You dunno whachore missin'. Umph...mmph...chomp..."
Thrive gave a stance of nausea. "That's disgusting! I'm not hungry anyways..." She looked up into the sky to see the position of the sun, but a thick layer of leaves hid the sky. "Is it morning?"
The creature swallowed the garbage and looked befuddled. "What's mourning? I don't hear anything mourning..."
It was Thrive's turn to look befuddled. "No, no...I mean morning like the time of day!"
The Shroomish shook his head. "Sorry...I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about." He slurped his slop noisily. "Want some?"
"Ew! Of course not! What is that anyways?"
As the Shroomish sacored the vile gunk, he replied through a mouthful, "Roots...nice'n dank...mmph..."
"You eat roots?" Thrive's face looked so sickened it was sidesplitting.
"Who doesn't?" He swallowed the swill as it wriggled like a Wurmple into his mouth. After thoroughly licking his chops, he asked, "What's your name and where do you come from?"
"Thrive the Seedot...I'm from the east of Petalburg..." She replied with dignity in her voice.
"Oh, really?" The Shroomish retorted. "Well, I'm Kincoco the Shroomish! Pleasure meeting you." He eyed the remaining slop that stained the nest. "Are you going to finish that, Thrive?"
The prissy little Seedot rolled her eyes and shook her head no. Kincoco dived in.[/color] Alright, I'll take a break. More threads to attend to.

I HAVE A NEW STORY! IT'S IN OTHER WRITING!!! SAPPHIRE SUN!!! IT'S BETTER THAN THIS!!!!
 
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Sorry...time ran out, sort of...

Tulip the Oddish[/blue]

"Alright, ye lil kiddies, it's off tah bed with ye."
Torrent was ushering Tulip and Bubbles off to the fields forcefully, for the two were dragging their feet and attempting to flee.
"Aw, pleas, Pop? Just a few more minutes..."
"Tha's right, justa few more minutes, Pop. Please? We'll be good."
Torrent gave a grim chuckle. "Ye'll be good me tail! If ye two are up another second, I'll rip me ears out!"
The children kept their protesting up but the Azumarill was a walking rock. They were set next to Blossom near the oak.
"Ye behave, or Blossom will be reportin' ye guys!"
The two stirrir's frowns drooped near the ground.
"But she can't talk!" Complained Tulip. "She's a bloody mute, Pop!"
Torrent waved a finger in Tulip's face. "She can hop, skip, and jump! And don't ye use that foul language in front of I! Now, I'd like ye two tah hop, skip, and jump intah bed!"
The most impish plan instantly came across in Tulip's mind. "Alright, you win..."
Bubbles looked baffled at her best friend. "Wha..."
Tulip furiously winked at her. She still had the sense of confusion.
"Have ye got somethin' in yer eye, Tulip?"
Strictly the Oddish whispered, "Play along with me!"
The Azurill's response was not at all quiet. "What do ye wanna play? Hop scotch, hind-n-seek, an' tag are me faverits."
If Tulip had hands, that would be the exact time of him slapping his forehead.
Torrent looked at them sternly. "No breakfast in the mornin' iffin ye don't go tah sleep this here instant!"
In the blink of an eye, the two little kids fell back on their backs, eyes closed, pretending to loudly snore.
"Now tha's more like it!"
Torrent strode off to the east of town. Few seconds later, the counterfeit snores ceased and Tulip created a fast and simple conversation with Bubbles.
"Hey, Bubbles."
"Mm-hm..."
"Is he gone?"
"Mm-hm..."
"Are you sure?"
"Mm-hm..."
"Are you awake?"
"Mm-hm..."
"What's two plus two?"
"Mm-hm..."
"Macaroni!"
Bubbles leapt up with a yowl of dread. Tulip had no time to laugh.
"Bubbles, you know what I want to do?"
She yawned and scratched her foot with anouther. "What?"
Tulip did a little caper around in a circle. "I was thinging...why don't we go out exploring?"
"Explorin'?" Bubbles thought as she looked up at the star-strewn sky. "Hm...why not? I'm a bit bored of just sittin' around this here town."
"We have the right to go out of boundaries, you know!" The Oddish stated economically.
"Yeah!" Bubbles concurred.
"We wan't to go see sights!"
"Yeah!"
"We want to be travelers!"
"So, uh...which was do we go first?" Bubbles studied the sky prudently. Tulip looked the same way she was looking...at the North Star.
"To the North!" He cried. "Let's go and make a legacy!"
 
Sorry for not being here in forever, just got a minor bug of writer's block.
Blossom the Oddish
The moon's light reflected off the beady eyes of Blossom. She caught sight of the two friends walking down the road to town, chattering whole-heartedly amongst themselves. She heard their whole ridiculous plan of sneaking off on their little "journey", if you could call it that. What a silly plan! Leaving Mauville...leaving the outskirts of Mauville...leaving the region of Hoenn completely! Whoever thought of the thoughtless term "travel" must've been a drunken bum!
Her initial thought was to run off and rat on her brother, but her mind reversed in a jolt.
Follow them...A little angel squeaked inside her head. Go forth and take heed of your brother...he may get into terrible danger...
WIthout a mind controlling her, she darted off, her feet dodging the twigs and dead leaves by themselves. She hid behind a lean tree, barely broad enough to conceal her head leaves, when Tulip turned around.
"I wonder if Pop'll notice we're gone." He said, a tinge of concern ringing in his voice.
"Aw, ye worry too much, Tulip." Bubbles told him, patting his back with her tail. "Of course he'll notice...and definitely worry. Worryin's the way ot the parent days."
Blossom slowly looked over at her edgy brother. "I think we should go back--he'll get mad and come track us down if we're gone too long! I mean, why are we even doing this anyways?"
They kept moving, so Blossom had a difficult time following them and being stealthy.
They reached the path that writhed north: a never-ending path to the North Star.
"Scaredy-skitty!" The impudent Azurill taunted. She flopped out her tongue which almost reached the ground it was so far out.
There was a large chunk of rock blocking their path north. Bubbles was on the top of it in a single bound.
"Betchee can't jump this high!"
As Blossom hid behind shrubbery, she giggled without a sound. Tulip leapt halfway up the rock after saying, "I can jump all the way to the moon!"
Bubbles choked with laughter. "Yeah, right! Ye are as fat as a Wailord that ate the moon!"
"that was just a practice run!" Tulip flipped back his head leaves, trying to look attractive.
"ooh...Mister Good-looking, are we?" Bubbles chuckled.
The Oddish leapt as high as he did before, bumping accurately into Bubbles and sending her out of Blossom's sight at the back of the rock. She hastily and noisily hopped up the rock and looked down to see if they were both all right.
"Blossom?" Tulip roared. "What the...? What are you doing here!?"

I'm going to be like I did in the olden days and make it cliffhangy. Yes, you'll start reading it then :badsmile:
 
Hey No Dou-Tripple posting!

Fantasic wonderful I loved It !
 
ClappySeel! said:
Hey No Dou-Tripple posting!

Fantasic wonderful I loved It !
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It's all right if I double post in my own fanfic. Glad you loved it though. I think this copying off of Microsoft word is getting to me though. I think I should just type the story right here, right now.
Scarecrow the Cacnea
In the darkness of the night, the Great Rock Peak Desert was strangely tranquil. The storm calms so the other pokemon or humans are compatible enough to venture through. Scarecrow, however, had never found a different pokemon other than the locals. After a nice long meditation of draining nutrients from deep inside the ground, the spikey pokemon loosened her roots and returned them to her body until tomorrow.
She took a deep breath in, inhaling many particles of sand. What was that Rock Peak there for? What resided within it? There had to be more investigation to overcome.
She glanced over at her father, silhouetted by the luminous half-moon. He was waiting far off near the burrow for her to return for bed. She knew he could see her after he called out fatherly, "Scarecrow! Scarecrow! It's time for bed!"
She heaved her heavily built arms and ran faster than her little legs could scuttle. Dust trailed behind her, revealing her speed. Fastening her eyes shut, she blindly dashed through the dark abyss of her mind.
She crashed into something. Something solid. Something hard. Was it the rock?
"Why, hello there!" A hearty voice cheered. She opened her eyes, rubbing them childishly with her spikes on her arms. Looking up, she bore into the eyes of an outlandish creature far beyond her imagination's boundaries.
A craning neck, humungous leaves canopied over his turtle-brown back, and his beady squinting eyes. He took the stance of nobility.
She was speechless. Could this have anything...anything to do with that rock...?
"I'm Mango the Noble." He told her in his open voice, disregarding Scarecrow's blank look. "I came here in look of strong pokemon of my type. Are you perhaps a girl of the type?"
Sand winding in the air collected on Scarecrow's eyes. She kept staring...and thinking.
"Ah...the strong, silent type. I can see the answer in your eyes...through your spirit...beyond your life. You have the quality's of a true combatant...a blood-thirsty warrior..."
"Blood...thirsty?" Scarecrow interjected. "Me...? A blood thirsty warrior...? But, I am no warrior! My plans in life are to become a legendary philosopher, a great thinker and studier!"
The strange creature just smiled warmly. "All the better qualities of being a good warrior. You know, it's better for a warrior to go out on the battlefield with more brains than brawn. If there were no brains, than how would the battler be able to even attempt a move?"
Scarecrow ignored the wise beast. "I have no belief in war...I have no right to battle! What is it you need me for?"
Scarecrow fidgeted and scurried backwards as the creature lowered his powerful neck and nudged her with his nose. "Not all warriors are fighters of the body. Most are fighters of the mind."

Ah...like the good old TEE days. I'd like some nachos with freshly cut jalepenos and extra spicy cheese, please. Too bad Deoxys55 and them aren't here to cheer me on...
 
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