Dialkia198 said:
Mightena, however you say it, is actually pretty cool. It could have been worse, that's for sure.
Playthrough Nuzlocke 2: Black in Time
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Mightena, however you say it, is actually pretty cool. It could have been worse, that's for sure.
Reggie McGigas said:
Sorry if it sounded like I was saying it was bad. Like I said, it's completely outclassed by another Pokemon on my team (Gaius). However, if anything happens to Gaius, then Sedgar's probably on the team.
We arrived back at the entrance to Twist Mountain, a sprawling labyrinth of tunnels millions of years old. We found a Drilbur, who quickly was captured.
"...I hate Rattata..." I mumbled under my breath.
"What was that?"
"I'm fine, I'm fine. Let's keep going, I want to get to Icirrus City by nightfall."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Twist Mountain was completely uneventful. There were trainers, but the team just plowed on through them. Within only a few hours, we had reached the exit.
"Finally, daylight!"
"Hey Black, I think that egg's hatching!"
Sure enough, small cracks were forming across the shell. Little chips of brittle eggshell began to fall off. Before I knew it, the egg had burst into flame and reduced to ashes, leaving its recipient, a Larvesta, the only thing remaining. The tufts of hair on the grub shook in the breeze. The Larvesta looked around, observing its surroundings. Then it hopped up into Henry's arms, curled up into a ball, and fell right asleep.
"I think it likes you."
"Aww, she thinks I'm her daddy! Don't worry little girl, papa Henry's gonna take good care of you..."
"Papa Henry?" I said, "And how do you even know she's a girl?"
"Us Pokemon just know these things. Don't question it. She's gonna need a name, though... I think Melody sounds good."
"Yeah... that does sound about right."
After all, in times like this, nothing cheers people up more than a little music.
"...I hate Rattata..." I mumbled under my breath.
"What was that?"
"I'm fine, I'm fine. Let's keep going, I want to get to Icirrus City by nightfall."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Twist Mountain was completely uneventful. There were trainers, but the team just plowed on through them. Within only a few hours, we had reached the exit.
"Finally, daylight!"
"Hey Black, I think that egg's hatching!"
Sure enough, small cracks were forming across the shell. Little chips of brittle eggshell began to fall off. Before I knew it, the egg had burst into flame and reduced to ashes, leaving its recipient, a Larvesta, the only thing remaining. The tufts of hair on the grub shook in the breeze. The Larvesta looked around, observing its surroundings. Then it hopped up into Henry's arms, curled up into a ball, and fell right asleep.
"I think it likes you."
"Aww, she thinks I'm her daddy! Don't worry little girl, papa Henry's gonna take good care of you..."
"Papa Henry?" I said, "And how do you even know she's a girl?"
"Us Pokemon just know these things. Don't question it. She's gonna need a name, though... I think Melody sounds good."
"Yeah... that does sound about right."
After all, in times like this, nothing cheers people up more than a little music.
The team (on rotation):
Inigo/Samurott
Roy/Simisear
Florina/Swoobat
Gaius/Krokorok
Henry/Gengar
Stahl/Sawsbuck
Rick/Electrode
Melody/Larvesta
Why does it seem that every update Henry plays a major role in ends up being really short? Oh well.
Also, I actually hatched Melody at Skyarrow Bridge before going into Twist Mountain, but I figured this would be a good time to place to place the hatching story-wise.
One last thing: I generated the catch for Moor of Icirrus. I got Croagunk, which I am really excited about getting to use. I don't think I've ever seen a Toxicroak in a Nuzlocke before.
Also, I actually hatched Melody at Skyarrow Bridge before going into Twist Mountain, but I figured this would be a good time to place to place the hatching story-wise.
One last thing: I generated the catch for Moor of Icirrus. I got Croagunk, which I am really excited about getting to use. I don't think I've ever seen a Toxicroak in a Nuzlocke before.
Icirrus City was not even much of a city. It was just a rustic little village with a few huts, the usual Pokemon Center, and some historic landmarks. Among those landmarks was the Icirrus Marsh. It was nothing particularly special; just ordinary swampland. What had happened here many ages ago was why it was so famous.
From what I had read, I knew that The Battle of the Iron Stag, a major turning point in the War of Two Heroes, had taken place here. One of the major factions had set up a supply line here, and was raiding the forest for supplies, terrorizing the local Pokemon in the process. But then, the legendary Pokemon Cobalion, furious with the desecration of the marsh, attacked and drove out most of the soldiers. The ones that stayed behind met a gruesome end. The supply line was cut off, and the Army of Ideals was put at a huge disadvantage. Or at least, that's what the stories say.
In any case, here I was, at a historical landmark, looking for a rift that had supposedly opened here recently. I was just about to give up and leave, when suddenly the ground in front of me just tore open.
"Well, that was convenient. But how...?"
"Well, these are rifts in time as well as space, right? Maybe it's only here in a few instances of time."
"An interesting explanation."
"So it is." I turned around and saw a Croagunk, which, considering the surprises I had seen from the rifts, was not too much of a scare.
"Let's see, definitely arrived via rift, so what's your name?"
"I am Raymond."
"All right then, so I assume you have no problems with joining the team?"
"No, as long as you help me achieve my goal of becoming stronger."
"Nice and simple. I like it. In any case, let's get to training."
~During the training session, Gaius and Raymond both evolved. Just so you know.~
"All righty, team. This next gym is Ice type. Roy, Raymond, I want you two up front.
"Right."
"I understand. I will not fail you."
"Good. And you, Mortimer... you're my last resort. If anything happens, you're up. Got it? Good."
"Man, Mortimer really creeps me out." Henry said, "And that's really saying something."
"Give it a rest, Henry... It's not like he's going to hurt you or anything."
From inside the building, I saw Henry look back at Mortimer, shiver, and quickly follow me inside.
I turned around and realized why it was so cold inside: the floor was literally covered in a thick layer of ice.
"Well, it's sure not as bad as the Mistralton Gym."
{Play this music for best effect.}
As Roy and Raymond fought their way through the gym trainers, I was constantly slipping and sliding across the frozen floor, trying to navigate a path to Brycen, the Gym Leader. It was mostly just trial and error (for example, figuring which way I had to slide to NOT crash face-first into a rock). But eventually, I figured out a path that involved skating along a ledge, which led me straight to him.
"Wow, that sure was COOL!" Brycen said.
"No. Just.. no. You're not Mr. Freeze."
"Oh, fine. Go, Vanillish!"
"Take care of this one, Raymond! Brick Break!"
Raymond hit the ice cream cone with a karate chop that could shatter bones. However, the Vanillish didn't have any bones, so a layer of ice on its lower half cracked instead. It fell over, knocked out.
"Aww, man! Go, Beartic!"
The giant bipedal snow bear stared down at Raymond. Neither side moved a muscle, until Raymond jumped up and delivered another Brick Break to the Beartic's right shoulder, knocking it flat.
"Okay... Here's my weakest Pokemon, Cryogonal. Go on, just use Brick Break again."
"Oh, no, Brycen. I have something much more humiliating planned. Go, Mortimer!" From a Pokeball I released a Shedinja, made from the cast-off shell of the Nincada I caught back at Route 18. As you may have inferred, the Shedinja's name is Mortimer.
"A Shedinja?! That is just unfair. Uh, Cryogonal, just keep using Rapid Spin."
Mortimer chipped away at the Cryogonal's icy shell with Shadow Claw. With his ghost typing and Wonder Guard ability, Cryogonal was just a sitting duck. Finally, Mortimer finished the snowflake off with X-Scissor, leaving a giant X-shaped mark on the Cryogonal's face (for lack of a better word).
"Well, I guess you win. Here's the Icicle Badge. Man, I should've really stayed in the film business."
From what I had read, I knew that The Battle of the Iron Stag, a major turning point in the War of Two Heroes, had taken place here. One of the major factions had set up a supply line here, and was raiding the forest for supplies, terrorizing the local Pokemon in the process. But then, the legendary Pokemon Cobalion, furious with the desecration of the marsh, attacked and drove out most of the soldiers. The ones that stayed behind met a gruesome end. The supply line was cut off, and the Army of Ideals was put at a huge disadvantage. Or at least, that's what the stories say.
In any case, here I was, at a historical landmark, looking for a rift that had supposedly opened here recently. I was just about to give up and leave, when suddenly the ground in front of me just tore open.
"Well, that was convenient. But how...?"
"Well, these are rifts in time as well as space, right? Maybe it's only here in a few instances of time."
"An interesting explanation."
"So it is." I turned around and saw a Croagunk, which, considering the surprises I had seen from the rifts, was not too much of a scare.
"Let's see, definitely arrived via rift, so what's your name?"
"I am Raymond."
"All right then, so I assume you have no problems with joining the team?"
"No, as long as you help me achieve my goal of becoming stronger."
"Nice and simple. I like it. In any case, let's get to training."
~During the training session, Gaius and Raymond both evolved. Just so you know.~
"All righty, team. This next gym is Ice type. Roy, Raymond, I want you two up front.
"Right."
"I understand. I will not fail you."
"Good. And you, Mortimer... you're my last resort. If anything happens, you're up. Got it? Good."
"Man, Mortimer really creeps me out." Henry said, "And that's really saying something."
"Give it a rest, Henry... It's not like he's going to hurt you or anything."
From inside the building, I saw Henry look back at Mortimer, shiver, and quickly follow me inside.
I turned around and realized why it was so cold inside: the floor was literally covered in a thick layer of ice.
"Well, it's sure not as bad as the Mistralton Gym."
{Play this music for best effect.}
As Roy and Raymond fought their way through the gym trainers, I was constantly slipping and sliding across the frozen floor, trying to navigate a path to Brycen, the Gym Leader. It was mostly just trial and error (for example, figuring which way I had to slide to NOT crash face-first into a rock). But eventually, I figured out a path that involved skating along a ledge, which led me straight to him.
"Wow, that sure was COOL!" Brycen said.
"No. Just.. no. You're not Mr. Freeze."
"Oh, fine. Go, Vanillish!"
"Take care of this one, Raymond! Brick Break!"
Raymond hit the ice cream cone with a karate chop that could shatter bones. However, the Vanillish didn't have any bones, so a layer of ice on its lower half cracked instead. It fell over, knocked out.
"Aww, man! Go, Beartic!"
The giant bipedal snow bear stared down at Raymond. Neither side moved a muscle, until Raymond jumped up and delivered another Brick Break to the Beartic's right shoulder, knocking it flat.
"Okay... Here's my weakest Pokemon, Cryogonal. Go on, just use Brick Break again."
"Oh, no, Brycen. I have something much more humiliating planned. Go, Mortimer!" From a Pokeball I released a Shedinja, made from the cast-off shell of the Nincada I caught back at Route 18. As you may have inferred, the Shedinja's name is Mortimer.
"A Shedinja?! That is just unfair. Uh, Cryogonal, just keep using Rapid Spin."
Mortimer chipped away at the Cryogonal's icy shell with Shadow Claw. With his ghost typing and Wonder Guard ability, Cryogonal was just a sitting duck. Finally, Mortimer finished the snowflake off with X-Scissor, leaving a giant X-shaped mark on the Cryogonal's face (for lack of a better word).
"Well, I guess you win. Here's the Icicle Badge. Man, I should've really stayed in the film business."
Inigo/Samurott lv. 42
Roy/Simisear lv. 42
Gaius/Krookodile lv. 42
Henry/Gengar lv. 43
Stahl/Sawsbuck lv. 41
Rick/Electrode lv. 43
Raymond/Toxicroak lv. 43
Mortimer/Shedinja lv. 40
Melody/Larvesta lv. 37
Raymond is such a powerhouse. STAB Brick Break is destroying everything.
Also, you may notice that Florina is not listed on the team. This is not a mistake. Don't worry, she's not dead. However, she had started to slow down in terms of power, not to mention that her main niche, beating fighting types, is now best handled by somebody else, as most Fighting types are packing Rock type moves at this point in the game. Keeping her on the team would be a death sentence.
Also, you may notice that Florina is not listed on the team. This is not a mistake. Don't worry, she's not dead. However, she had started to slow down in terms of power, not to mention that her main niche, beating fighting types, is now best handled by somebody else, as most Fighting types are packing Rock type moves at this point in the game. Keeping her on the team would be a death sentence.
Well, Fire Emblem is one of the most awesome games ever. It'd be wrong of me not to incorporate some names from it. But, in any case, this isn't the Fire Emblem discussion thread, so on with the story.Artemis said:Hey, look, you name your Pokémon after Fire Emblem characters just like me!I like a lot of the choices you made for names, too. Seems like you're having a lot of fun with it.
The glass doors of the Icirrus gym slid open as I exited, Brycen close behind. Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks.
"I know you're there!" he said, "Show yourselves!"
Within an instant, three white-haired men in black appeared.
"You must be well-trained in your eyesight to have spotted us." one of them spoke in a monotone growl.
"Oh, no. It's just that your eyeliner has a very distinct smell to it."
"Hmph. The sacrifices we have to make to look creepy. In any case, we wish to speak to Black."
"Present." I said, not sure why they would want anything from me.
"This is a message from Lord N: 'I await you at the Dragonspiral Tower.'" With that, the men vanished.
So that was what they wanted.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dragonspiral Tower was a lot like the Icirrus Marsh in that it marked an important point in the War of Two Heroes. In this case, this was where the final battle was fought, and the two dragons sealed away. Without the two dragons, the League of Truth and the Army of Ideals were put at a stalemate, ending the war. Now, it seemed that members of Team Plasma had burst into its hallowed halls, and it was up to me to stop them.
By the time I got there, the first three floors had already been vacated, but I could tell by the ruckus above that they still occupied the building. Team Plasma had clearly been searching for something; artifacts had been smashed, and columns had been knocked over, leaving a terrible mess in the way. Obviously, they hadn't found it yet, or they probably wouldn't be here anymore. That was it, then. I had to drive them out before they caused too much trouble.
After some climbing, I finally reached the fourth floor. Team Plasma had set up some sort of alarm system, because a siren immediately started blaring.
"Hey! Intruder! We can't let him get to Lord N! Watchogs and Liepards, get him!"
Now I knew. N was up to something. But what could it be...
"Mother of Arceus, no!" I quickly reasserted control over myself. I could still stop this. I released my trusty Toxicroak from his Pokeball.
"Raymond, I need you to clear a path for me so I can get to the top of this tower, quickly!"
"Very well." Raymond charged ahead, knocking down all the enemies in his way. I followed after him, careful not to lag too far behind. I couldn't let this happen, I thought. Not today.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I finally found my way up to the very peak of the tower. There seemed to be an immense amount of static electricity in the air, as simply readjusting my hat gave me a little shock. I couldn't figure out why this was until I saw two glowing red eyes peering out of the fog. The fog began to drift away, revealing the owner of those eyes - a giant black dragon about ten feet tall.
"Do you like it?" From behind the dragon stepped the person who I expected the most, that person being N.
"N, you fool! What have you done?!"
"I said that I was looking for Zekrom at one point, didn't I? Well, I found it! Now, I have the strength to convince people everywhere to free their Pokemon."
"No! Don't you understand," I shouted, "that Zekrom was sealed away for a reason?"
"Of course I do." N said, "But things change. I have a need of its powers. I am going to the Pokemon League now. If you wish to have any chance against me, I suggest you find Reshiram. I believe it is in the form of the Light Stone now. Farewell, Black, Hero of Truth." Zekrom flew up, swooped down, grabbed N, and flew away, leaving nothing but a sonic boom behind.
While my ears were in extreme pain, I thought to myself, where would this 'Light Stone' be? After a few minutes, the answer hit me like a ton of bricks.
"Of course! The museum!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Oh, that white rock?" Lenora, the Nacrene Gym Leader, said, "Sure! It's not like the museum's using it for anything. You can have it."
"Thanks a million." I said.
The playing field had been leveled.
N might have gotten Zekrom, but he sure wouldn't reach his goal without a fight.
"I know you're there!" he said, "Show yourselves!"
Within an instant, three white-haired men in black appeared.
"You must be well-trained in your eyesight to have spotted us." one of them spoke in a monotone growl.
"Oh, no. It's just that your eyeliner has a very distinct smell to it."
"Hmph. The sacrifices we have to make to look creepy. In any case, we wish to speak to Black."
"Present." I said, not sure why they would want anything from me.
"This is a message from Lord N: 'I await you at the Dragonspiral Tower.'" With that, the men vanished.
So that was what they wanted.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dragonspiral Tower was a lot like the Icirrus Marsh in that it marked an important point in the War of Two Heroes. In this case, this was where the final battle was fought, and the two dragons sealed away. Without the two dragons, the League of Truth and the Army of Ideals were put at a stalemate, ending the war. Now, it seemed that members of Team Plasma had burst into its hallowed halls, and it was up to me to stop them.
By the time I got there, the first three floors had already been vacated, but I could tell by the ruckus above that they still occupied the building. Team Plasma had clearly been searching for something; artifacts had been smashed, and columns had been knocked over, leaving a terrible mess in the way. Obviously, they hadn't found it yet, or they probably wouldn't be here anymore. That was it, then. I had to drive them out before they caused too much trouble.
After some climbing, I finally reached the fourth floor. Team Plasma had set up some sort of alarm system, because a siren immediately started blaring.
"Hey! Intruder! We can't let him get to Lord N! Watchogs and Liepards, get him!"
Now I knew. N was up to something. But what could it be...
"Mother of Arceus, no!" I quickly reasserted control over myself. I could still stop this. I released my trusty Toxicroak from his Pokeball.
"Raymond, I need you to clear a path for me so I can get to the top of this tower, quickly!"
"Very well." Raymond charged ahead, knocking down all the enemies in his way. I followed after him, careful not to lag too far behind. I couldn't let this happen, I thought. Not today.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I finally found my way up to the very peak of the tower. There seemed to be an immense amount of static electricity in the air, as simply readjusting my hat gave me a little shock. I couldn't figure out why this was until I saw two glowing red eyes peering out of the fog. The fog began to drift away, revealing the owner of those eyes - a giant black dragon about ten feet tall.
"Do you like it?" From behind the dragon stepped the person who I expected the most, that person being N.
"N, you fool! What have you done?!"
"I said that I was looking for Zekrom at one point, didn't I? Well, I found it! Now, I have the strength to convince people everywhere to free their Pokemon."
"No! Don't you understand," I shouted, "that Zekrom was sealed away for a reason?"
"Of course I do." N said, "But things change. I have a need of its powers. I am going to the Pokemon League now. If you wish to have any chance against me, I suggest you find Reshiram. I believe it is in the form of the Light Stone now. Farewell, Black, Hero of Truth." Zekrom flew up, swooped down, grabbed N, and flew away, leaving nothing but a sonic boom behind.
While my ears were in extreme pain, I thought to myself, where would this 'Light Stone' be? After a few minutes, the answer hit me like a ton of bricks.
"Of course! The museum!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Oh, that white rock?" Lenora, the Nacrene Gym Leader, said, "Sure! It's not like the museum's using it for anything. You can have it."
"Thanks a million." I said.
The playing field had been leveled.
N might have gotten Zekrom, but he sure wouldn't reach his goal without a fight.
Inigo/Samurott lv. 42
Roy/Simisear lv. 42
Gaius/Krookodile lv. 42
Henry/Gengar lv. 43
Stahl/Sawsbuck lv. 42
Rick/Electrode lv. 43
Raymond/Toxicroak lv. 44
Mortimer/Shedinja lv. 40
Melody/Larvesta lv. 42
Sorry I didn't update in the past few days. It's just that things happened and I didn't really have time to play, and when I finally managed to get some playing of this in, I didn't have time to write, and when I did, I was too lazy to.
The team: pretty much the same
If N was to be stopped, then I had one last place to visit. That place was Opelucid City, home of the final Pokemon Gym. To get there, I'd have to cross the Tubeline Bridge, something which I was not eager to do. This was because the bridge was known for being raided by ruthless biker gangs. But when I arrived, there was nobody there. It was peaceful and quiet.
Almost too quiet, in fact. And what was that smell? My mind suddenly snapped to a realization.
“I can smell your evil eyeliner!” I shouted, “You can just stop being invisible now!”
As I had suspected, the three men in black appeared out of thin air.
“...Come with us.”
“Oh, sure. Just don't kill me or anything.”
The men led me down the bridge, to a point by the exit where Ghetsis happened to be waiting.
“Ah, Black.” He said in a condescending tone of voice. “I've been expecting you.”
“Ghetsis, you sick monster!”
“Hmm? What do you mean?” he responded, still sounding mildly condescending, “If you're talking about the bikers, I assure you, the Shadow Triad only drove them away.”
“Well, that does make me feel a bit better... But I'm not talking about that. You may have fooled Cheren, Bianca, N, and everybody else, but not me. You're not fighting for liberation, you're fighting for world domination!”
Ghetsis just stood there for half a minute, slowly clapping.
“Very astute, Black. Perhaps I should've made you my protege instead of N.” He paused for a short moment. “Yes, I do seek to rule the world. And with N and Zekrom at my side, nobody will be able to stop me. Everybody will be forced to release their Pokemon! Everybody but Team Plasma, of course.”
“You're dead wrong, Ghetsis. I'm going to stop you.”
“Ha! Is that so?” he said, “And just how will you do that, making your Swadloon attack me? Oh, wait.”
I was seething with rage.
“I'm about to start hurting you.” I said, “And I don't know when I'm going to stop.”
“I'd rather you didn't do that. See, the Shadow Triad would be forced to make a mess, and then N couldn't have his ultimate final battle. Oh, and speaking of which, you'd better hurry up and move on, or else N might start to get impatient. Goodbye for now!”
With that, Ghetsis and the Shadow Triad disappeared like pizza at a big party.
_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_
I arrived at Opelucid City just a bit later that day. I was amazed by what I saw.
From what I had heard, the city was a technology heaven, where almost all cutting edge electronics were produced. But I had never expected this. Opelucid City literally looked like something out of a science fiction novel. There were moving sidewalks, strangely-constructed but surprisingly effective buildings (I think one was even in the shape of a tesseract!), bright lights that served no real purpose... heck, I was surprised there weren't jet packs and flying cars!
But the only things that stood out in this techno-utopia were the medieval robes of Team Plasma, Ghetsis among them.
“My friends,” he said, “I am here today to talk to you about Pokemon Liberation.”
I just started to tune it out. I had heard his blabber before.
“Psst! Black!” came a voice from the audience.
I quickly turned around. The voice belonged to Alder, the Champion and also the man I had met back a few weeks ago.
“Hey, you know that Krookodile you have?” he whispered.
“Yeah, what about it?”
“Well, do you want to render that sanctimonious windbag up there hors de combat?”
“What the- no, Alder. Just no. I don't roll that way.” In truth, I was actually somewhat tempted. However, knowing that, in the future I came from, Ghetsis was still alive. So, to preserve the proper timeline, I couldn't touch him.
The fact that I would be arrested if I tried helped my case too.
“Eh, it was worth a try.”
At this point, Team Plasma started to leave. This time, the crowd's reaction before dispersing was somewhat more pro-liberation; I'm thinking Ghetsis must have slipped something in about a giant black thunder dragon.
“Well, Black, it looks like they're gone now.” Alder said, “Now, there's somebody I'd like you to meet...”
Almost too quiet, in fact. And what was that smell? My mind suddenly snapped to a realization.
“I can smell your evil eyeliner!” I shouted, “You can just stop being invisible now!”
As I had suspected, the three men in black appeared out of thin air.
“...Come with us.”
“Oh, sure. Just don't kill me or anything.”
The men led me down the bridge, to a point by the exit where Ghetsis happened to be waiting.
“Ah, Black.” He said in a condescending tone of voice. “I've been expecting you.”
“Ghetsis, you sick monster!”
“Hmm? What do you mean?” he responded, still sounding mildly condescending, “If you're talking about the bikers, I assure you, the Shadow Triad only drove them away.”
“Well, that does make me feel a bit better... But I'm not talking about that. You may have fooled Cheren, Bianca, N, and everybody else, but not me. You're not fighting for liberation, you're fighting for world domination!”
Ghetsis just stood there for half a minute, slowly clapping.
“Very astute, Black. Perhaps I should've made you my protege instead of N.” He paused for a short moment. “Yes, I do seek to rule the world. And with N and Zekrom at my side, nobody will be able to stop me. Everybody will be forced to release their Pokemon! Everybody but Team Plasma, of course.”
“You're dead wrong, Ghetsis. I'm going to stop you.”
“Ha! Is that so?” he said, “And just how will you do that, making your Swadloon attack me? Oh, wait.”
I was seething with rage.
“I'm about to start hurting you.” I said, “And I don't know when I'm going to stop.”
“I'd rather you didn't do that. See, the Shadow Triad would be forced to make a mess, and then N couldn't have his ultimate final battle. Oh, and speaking of which, you'd better hurry up and move on, or else N might start to get impatient. Goodbye for now!”
With that, Ghetsis and the Shadow Triad disappeared like pizza at a big party.
_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_
I arrived at Opelucid City just a bit later that day. I was amazed by what I saw.
From what I had heard, the city was a technology heaven, where almost all cutting edge electronics were produced. But I had never expected this. Opelucid City literally looked like something out of a science fiction novel. There were moving sidewalks, strangely-constructed but surprisingly effective buildings (I think one was even in the shape of a tesseract!), bright lights that served no real purpose... heck, I was surprised there weren't jet packs and flying cars!
But the only things that stood out in this techno-utopia were the medieval robes of Team Plasma, Ghetsis among them.
“My friends,” he said, “I am here today to talk to you about Pokemon Liberation.”
I just started to tune it out. I had heard his blabber before.
“Psst! Black!” came a voice from the audience.
I quickly turned around. The voice belonged to Alder, the Champion and also the man I had met back a few weeks ago.
“Hey, you know that Krookodile you have?” he whispered.
“Yeah, what about it?”
“Well, do you want to render that sanctimonious windbag up there hors de combat?”
“What the- no, Alder. Just no. I don't roll that way.” In truth, I was actually somewhat tempted. However, knowing that, in the future I came from, Ghetsis was still alive. So, to preserve the proper timeline, I couldn't touch him.
The fact that I would be arrested if I tried helped my case too.
“Eh, it was worth a try.”
At this point, Team Plasma started to leave. This time, the crowd's reaction before dispersing was somewhat more pro-liberation; I'm thinking Ghetsis must have slipped something in about a giant black thunder dragon.
“Well, Black, it looks like they're gone now.” Alder said, “Now, there's somebody I'd like you to meet...”
So, two very amazing things happened in terms of luck that I didn't cover here.
The first one was in that one biker double battle on Route 9. They had a duo of Scraggy out, while I had Stahl and Gaius. Stahl uses Horn Leech, Gaius uses Brick Break. One Scraggy goes down, the other one barely lives. It uses High Jump Kick... and misses, KO-ing itself with the recoil. Considering it only had a 10% chance to miss, I was extremely lucky.
The second one wasn't so good. Let's just say, I really wanted a Pawniard as my catch for Route 9. Like, so much that I trained up Tom the Purrloin (from Route 2) and Oscar the Trubbish (from Route 5) until they evolved just so I could abuse Dupes Clause and avoid those as potential catches. I had eliminated every option other than Pawniard and Gothorita. Aaand, what's my first encounter? Gothorita, of course.
Also, I'm going to be trying something for the last gym that's either incredibly smart or incredibly stupid. I guess we'll find out soon.
The first one was in that one biker double battle on Route 9. They had a duo of Scraggy out, while I had Stahl and Gaius. Stahl uses Horn Leech, Gaius uses Brick Break. One Scraggy goes down, the other one barely lives. It uses High Jump Kick... and misses, KO-ing itself with the recoil. Considering it only had a 10% chance to miss, I was extremely lucky.
The second one wasn't so good. Let's just say, I really wanted a Pawniard as my catch for Route 9. Like, so much that I trained up Tom the Purrloin (from Route 2) and Oscar the Trubbish (from Route 5) until they evolved just so I could abuse Dupes Clause and avoid those as potential catches. I had eliminated every option other than Pawniard and Gothorita. Aaand, what's my first encounter? Gothorita, of course.
Also, I'm going to be trying something for the last gym that's either incredibly smart or incredibly stupid. I guess we'll find out soon.
It's getting to that point where I will have to transfer over the special catch for Victory Road. Here are the options so far:
Bagon/Shelgon
Sableye
Ursaring
Lairon
Onix
I've said it before, and I'll say it again: If there's another Pokemon you want on there, just speak up.
Yeah, this is just a short little thing. I'd have included the gym battle, but I really didn't feel like it. That'll be next time, I guess.
Bagon/Shelgon
Sableye
Ursaring
Lairon
Onix
I've said it before, and I'll say it again: If there's another Pokemon you want on there, just speak up.
"Now, there's somebody I'd like you to meet..."
Alder pointed to a gray-haired man about the same age as him. This man obviously hadn't touched a razor in more than ten years; his stiff beard grew up past his nose in a jagged pattern. I immediately recognized him as Drayden, the Opelucid City mayor and Gym Leader.
"Oh, hello there, Mayor Drayden." I said.
"Ah," Alder said, "You've met before?"
"...Something like that."
"It is a pleasure to meet you, young man." Drayden said, "You must be that boy who's been taking down Team Plasma. Your name's Black, yes?"
"That's.. correct, sir." Even after about a month, it was still hard to get used to people calling me by some other name.
"In any case," Alder said, "We wish to speak to you about a matter of utmost importance, Drayden."
As Alder explained the situation to Drayden, I looked around at my surroundings. It seemed that only yesterday had the city been frozen by Team Plasma's use of Kyurem. But, in fact, the time I was thinking of would be a little less than two years from now. I tried to puzzle it all out... but all it did was make my head hurt. Humans had obviously never been meant to time travel.
"...and that is why we need your help with this. Drayden, old friend, nobody knows more about Unovan history than you do."
I snapped back to attention. I knew that I was about to receive important information.
"Well then, if that's what you need from me, I'd be happy to oblige. Tell me, Black, do you know about the War of Two Heroes?"
"I have a basic knowledge of it. Why?"
"Well, we're going to need some of that knowledge. I'll just summarize it quickly. There was a powerful dragon, which was the guardian of two young princes. When they got older, the princes began to fight over how to rule the kingdom - Should they strive for righteous ideals or pure truth? Eventually, a civil war broke out, with one faction, the Army of Ideals following one prince, and the other, the League of Truth, following the other. The dragon was torn between the two princes, as it loved both as if they were its own children. Eventually, it split into two new dragons - Zekrom fighting for ideals, and Reshiram for Truth. Their powers were equal, and no progress was made. Eventually, Unova was ruined in a cataclysm of fire and lightning. The brothers agreed to stop the fighting for the good of Unova, and Reshiram and Zekrom were sealed away."
"Well, I knew that already, but okay."
"What I am trying to say is that, using all my knowledge, taking into account several myths and rumors about that time period, and noting the fact that N was able to awaken Zekrom with no trouble whatsoever, I can conclusively state that I have no idea how to awaken Reshiram."
"...crud."
"However," Drayden said, "If you want to have a chance of stopping N, you will have to win my Gym Badge. I'll be waiting."
And with that, he walked off towards the gym.
"I'd better get going too," Alder said, "Somebody has to face that upstart at the League."
He, too, walked away, this time towards Route 10.
Alder pointed to a gray-haired man about the same age as him. This man obviously hadn't touched a razor in more than ten years; his stiff beard grew up past his nose in a jagged pattern. I immediately recognized him as Drayden, the Opelucid City mayor and Gym Leader.
"Oh, hello there, Mayor Drayden." I said.
"Ah," Alder said, "You've met before?"
"...Something like that."
"It is a pleasure to meet you, young man." Drayden said, "You must be that boy who's been taking down Team Plasma. Your name's Black, yes?"
"That's.. correct, sir." Even after about a month, it was still hard to get used to people calling me by some other name.
"In any case," Alder said, "We wish to speak to you about a matter of utmost importance, Drayden."
As Alder explained the situation to Drayden, I looked around at my surroundings. It seemed that only yesterday had the city been frozen by Team Plasma's use of Kyurem. But, in fact, the time I was thinking of would be a little less than two years from now. I tried to puzzle it all out... but all it did was make my head hurt. Humans had obviously never been meant to time travel.
"...and that is why we need your help with this. Drayden, old friend, nobody knows more about Unovan history than you do."
I snapped back to attention. I knew that I was about to receive important information.
"Well then, if that's what you need from me, I'd be happy to oblige. Tell me, Black, do you know about the War of Two Heroes?"
"I have a basic knowledge of it. Why?"
"Well, we're going to need some of that knowledge. I'll just summarize it quickly. There was a powerful dragon, which was the guardian of two young princes. When they got older, the princes began to fight over how to rule the kingdom - Should they strive for righteous ideals or pure truth? Eventually, a civil war broke out, with one faction, the Army of Ideals following one prince, and the other, the League of Truth, following the other. The dragon was torn between the two princes, as it loved both as if they were its own children. Eventually, it split into two new dragons - Zekrom fighting for ideals, and Reshiram for Truth. Their powers were equal, and no progress was made. Eventually, Unova was ruined in a cataclysm of fire and lightning. The brothers agreed to stop the fighting for the good of Unova, and Reshiram and Zekrom were sealed away."
"Well, I knew that already, but okay."
"What I am trying to say is that, using all my knowledge, taking into account several myths and rumors about that time period, and noting the fact that N was able to awaken Zekrom with no trouble whatsoever, I can conclusively state that I have no idea how to awaken Reshiram."
"...crud."
"However," Drayden said, "If you want to have a chance of stopping N, you will have to win my Gym Badge. I'll be waiting."
And with that, he walked off towards the gym.
"I'd better get going too," Alder said, "Somebody has to face that upstart at the League."
He, too, walked away, this time towards Route 10.
If there's no other options, I'll just randomize the catch tomorrow morning.
The team (on rotation):
Inigo/Samurott
Roy/Simisear
Gaius/Krookodile
Henry/Gengar
Stahl/Sawsbuck
Rick/Electrode
Raymond/Toxicroak
Mortimer/Shedinja
Randall/Haxorus
Melody/Larvesta
From what I remembered, the Gym favored Dragon types. I had absolutely nothing on my team that had even a fraction of an advantage. If I wanted to have a chance, I had to take a terrible risk. That risk was withdrawing Randall the Axew from his spot in the PC.
The computer whirred and buzzed as the Dusk Ball Randall was contained in slowly but surely switched from being computer data to being real matter. Finally, the process was done. I picked up the ball and pressed the little button, and in a flash of light, the little tusked reptile emerged.
"Hey. Name's-"
"Randall, I know. Listen, I need you because-"
"Because your team is too weak to handle dragons?"
"Well, I was going to say that they didn't have a major advantage, but..."
"Oh, don't get me started." he said disdainfully, "An otter, a monkey that caught fire, a purple puffball, santa's reindeer, a Pokeball with a face, an empty shell, and a worthless little mothball? Pah! You need somebody like me."
Melody, who was currently perched on my shoulder, started to cry after that last part. Randall had just reserved himself a permanent spot on my list of things and people I hate.
"You know, you shouldn't be insulting these guys when any one of them can kick you all the way to Kanto." I said, "And I hear Kanto isn't very nice these days."
"Oh, really?" he said, "And then how would you beat the gym?"
I growled at him a bit. A complete jerk, but he was right.
"Fine. Let's just go train."
We trained all that morning, and most of the afternoon. Randall was the only one who needed to catch up. While he was off attacking Audinos, I pulled Inigo aside for a short conversation.
"So, Inigo. What do you think of the new teammate?"
"Well... he's strong, I'll give him that. But if his nose was any higher in the air, he'd catch passing Pidove."
"I agree. I think it might have something to do with the fact that he's a dragon."
"Is there something you want to say?"
I turned around and saw Randall standing behind me. During all the training, he had evolved into a Haxorus (which is synonymous for 'nine-foot-tall lizard with mandibles of death').
"Oh! Randall! Heh heh... How long have you been standing there?"
"Long enough to know that, since you're not busy, we should take on the gym now."
"All right... team, assemble!"
The particular team of six that I would be using for the gym gathered in front of me.
"Here's the plan: Randall, you tear down every dragon in your path."
"Heh. Got it."
"Mortimer, you clear out anything he leaves behind. Most of the Pokemon here don't have any moves that can break through your Wonder Guard."
Mortimer's head tilted slightly. I took that as a yes and moved on.
"Inigo and Gaius. You're on backup. And Melody," I said, "just soak up as much experience as you can."
~-~-~-~-~-~-~-
"Ah, Black! I see you finally made it here. Why don't you-"
"Less talk! If I want to stop N, I gotta go fast! Go, Randall!"
My Haxorus emerged from his ball and got into a fighting stance.
"Oh, dear... go, my dragons! You can defeat him!"
A Fraxure, a Druddigon, and another Haxorus all materialized. But Randall had an advantage in that he was over five levels higher.
"Let the slaughter begin!"
*rip, maim, tear*
Randall may be an absolute jerk, but he won us the badge that day.
The computer whirred and buzzed as the Dusk Ball Randall was contained in slowly but surely switched from being computer data to being real matter. Finally, the process was done. I picked up the ball and pressed the little button, and in a flash of light, the little tusked reptile emerged.
"Hey. Name's-"
"Randall, I know. Listen, I need you because-"
"Because your team is too weak to handle dragons?"
"Well, I was going to say that they didn't have a major advantage, but..."
"Oh, don't get me started." he said disdainfully, "An otter, a monkey that caught fire, a purple puffball, santa's reindeer, a Pokeball with a face, an empty shell, and a worthless little mothball? Pah! You need somebody like me."
Melody, who was currently perched on my shoulder, started to cry after that last part. Randall had just reserved himself a permanent spot on my list of things and people I hate.
"You know, you shouldn't be insulting these guys when any one of them can kick you all the way to Kanto." I said, "And I hear Kanto isn't very nice these days."
"Oh, really?" he said, "And then how would you beat the gym?"
I growled at him a bit. A complete jerk, but he was right.
"Fine. Let's just go train."
We trained all that morning, and most of the afternoon. Randall was the only one who needed to catch up. While he was off attacking Audinos, I pulled Inigo aside for a short conversation.
"So, Inigo. What do you think of the new teammate?"
"Well... he's strong, I'll give him that. But if his nose was any higher in the air, he'd catch passing Pidove."
"I agree. I think it might have something to do with the fact that he's a dragon."
"Is there something you want to say?"
I turned around and saw Randall standing behind me. During all the training, he had evolved into a Haxorus (which is synonymous for 'nine-foot-tall lizard with mandibles of death').
"Oh! Randall! Heh heh... How long have you been standing there?"
"Long enough to know that, since you're not busy, we should take on the gym now."
"All right... team, assemble!"
The particular team of six that I would be using for the gym gathered in front of me.
"Here's the plan: Randall, you tear down every dragon in your path."
"Heh. Got it."
"Mortimer, you clear out anything he leaves behind. Most of the Pokemon here don't have any moves that can break through your Wonder Guard."
Mortimer's head tilted slightly. I took that as a yes and moved on.
"Inigo and Gaius. You're on backup. And Melody," I said, "just soak up as much experience as you can."
~-~-~-~-~-~-~-
"Ah, Black! I see you finally made it here. Why don't you-"
"Less talk! If I want to stop N, I gotta go fast! Go, Randall!"
My Haxorus emerged from his ball and got into a fighting stance.
"Oh, dear... go, my dragons! You can defeat him!"
A Fraxure, a Druddigon, and another Haxorus all materialized. But Randall had an advantage in that he was over five levels higher.
"Let the slaughter begin!"
*rip, maim, tear*
Randall may be an absolute jerk, but he won us the badge that day.
The team (on rotation):
Inigo/Samurott
Roy/Simisear
Gaius/Krookodile
Henry/Gengar
Stahl/Sawsbuck
Rick/Electrode
Raymond/Toxicroak
Mortimer/Shedinja
Randall/Haxorus
Melody/Larvesta
3 guesses who Randall was named after, and the first two don't count.
Also, I didn't exactly evolve Randall before the gym. I got him up to level 47 before then, and he evolved during. He just OHKO'd everything with Dragon Claw (although the fact that I gave him over 100 EVs in Attack may have helped).
Also, it's weird how I chose names for a good part of my team that all start with R.
Also, I didn't exactly evolve Randall before the gym. I got him up to level 47 before then, and he evolved during. He just OHKO'd everything with Dragon Claw (although the fact that I gave him over 100 EVs in Attack may have helped).
Also, it's weird how I chose names for a good part of my team that all start with R.
Okay, so I just generated the catch for Victory Road earlier today, and... well, Random.org still hates me.
Also, I've begun to notice how I'm kinda low on character development, especially for the Pokemon. So, I'm instituting a new feature: the Q&A system. It's like this: You can ask any character (human or Pokemon) any question, and it'll be answered! (Please note that the opinions of the characters are not necessarily my own.)
I got Sableye.
Now, I'm not saying that Sableye is bad. In fact, I've used it in normal playthroughs before, and it was excellent both times. However, of all the options, it is the least useful to me. I mean, a Salamence could help with Marshal, an Ursaring could help with Shauntal, Aggron and Steelix could both wall N's Zekrom... but I don't really have a use for a Sableye.
Oh well... at least I can use it for post-game Challenger's Cave so that I have an ever-so-slightly higher chance of finding a Riolu through Dupes Clause.
Now, I'm not saying that Sableye is bad. In fact, I've used it in normal playthroughs before, and it was excellent both times. However, of all the options, it is the least useful to me. I mean, a Salamence could help with Marshal, an Ursaring could help with Shauntal, Aggron and Steelix could both wall N's Zekrom... but I don't really have a use for a Sableye.
Oh well... at least I can use it for post-game Challenger's Cave so that I have an ever-so-slightly higher chance of finding a Riolu through Dupes Clause.
Also, I've begun to notice how I'm kinda low on character development, especially for the Pokemon. So, I'm instituting a new feature: the Q&A system. It's like this: You can ask any character (human or Pokemon) any question, and it'll be answered! (Please note that the opinions of the characters are not necessarily my own.)
Randall why are you such a jerk?
Nope just lie and say you got Shelgon, it's OK.
Axew, y u no nice.
Axew, y u no nice.
Sorry I haven't updated in so long. It's basically just been motivation issues for the most part. I would've had it up earlier today, but my internet went down, and it didn't go back to normal until just a little more than an hour ago.
First off, answers!
(Author's note: Don't worry, I have a change planned for him in the near future.)
And as for that last part...
"Hmph! That's Haxorus to you. And see previous answer."
Without further ado, the update!
Just so you know, there may be some disturbing, violeng and/or horrifying imagery involved in this part.But if you've survived the awful catastrophe that is my Nuzlocke so far, you'll probably be fine.
You've been warned. *dramatic lightning strikes in background*
First off, answers!
"When you're as strong as me, you don't need to care for anybody but yourself!"1234567890anas said:
(Author's note: Don't worry, I have a change planned for him in the near future.)
First off, think of the Random Number Generator choosing the Pokemon as choosing from the actual encounters. So, the first one it chose (Sableye, in this case) would be my first encounter for the area. To catch the second, third, fourth and so on encounter (Shelgon, or Lairon, or whatever else the RNG chooses) would be breaking the rules.Reggie McGigas said:
And as for that last part...
"Hmph! That's Haxorus to you. And see previous answer."
Without further ado, the update!
Just so you know, there may be some disturbing, violeng and/or horrifying imagery involved in this part.
You've been warned. *dramatic lightning strikes in background*
We got an early start the next day. The only way to get to the Pokemon League was to climb up through Victory Road, a treacherous cave network that had been carved out by the local Durant. Coincidentally, another rift had opened up there in the past few months. There's bound to be some kind of amazing Pokemon in there, I thought to myself as I entered part of the cave. Those hopes were immediately dashed when I saw that the rift had almost completely populated Victory Road with Sableye. Oh well, I thought, it might be a little useful. I decided to catch one, just in case.
Also, it seemed that many people had flocked to Victory Road in hopes of challenging the league. Only the best of the best made it here, as could be seen by the trainers' strength. However, they were no match for my team.
Well, not exactly.
At around the halfway point, I encountered an aged female trainer.
“Excuse me,” she said, “I just acquired a new Pokemon, and I'd like to test it out. Do you mind if we have a quick battle?”
“Oh, sure. No problem.”
The woman released a Beeheeyem from a strange-looking Pokeball. I was immediately taken aback by the aura of malice the creature exerted. It seemed to be in a fit of constant rage. Not letting it get to me, I sent out trusty old Stahl.
“Big mistake, young man.” the woman said, “Beeheeyem, Psychic.”
The Beeheeyem used its telekinesis to lift Stahl up into the air, then slam him back onto the cold, hard ground.
“No! Stahl!”
He slowly staggered back up onto his hooves. I was relieved to know he was alive.
But I also knew he couldn't take another hit like that. I couldn't heal him, since the Beeheeyem would just keep dealing a constant amount of damage until it got a lucky hit in. I couldn't switch; after all, I had nobody who resisted psychic attacks on my team at the moment. They would be no better off. My best option was to have Stahl use Megahorn. But that wasn't a guarenteed hit; if it missed, Stahl would die.
“Come on, kid! The clock's ticking!”
“...Stahl, use Megahorn.”
Stahl scraped his hooves against the ground, lowered his head, and charged. But he tripped over a stone that was in his path and fell flat on his side.
“Now, Beeheeyem! Finish it!”
It started shaking three stalactites on the roof of the cave with telekinesis. Finally, they loosened and fell.
I saw Stahl look up at me from the ground, making a face. I had seen him make that face before. It seemed to be the closest Sawsbuck equivalent of a smile. Then his body went completely limp.
The stalactites had impaled him like a little roasted Pidgey on a stick.
In the few seconds that followed, different emotions swirled around in my head. Sadness, because I was watching one of my friends bleed out on the ground. Anger, at myself and the trainer; perhaps that woman commanded the final blow, but my stupidity made that final blow possible. Paranoia, for I knew that it could happen to any one of the team next.
“Well, trainer? Choose the next victim!”
Victim. That was the word she used. Not 'Pokemon' like a normal trainer would say, but 'victim'. She was trying to kill my friends.
I was, in the terms of my old pal Useless, about to unleash my rage.
“Randall,” I said after opening the Pokeball that contained him, “Eliminate with extreme prejudice.”
“Hah! My favorite order!”
The dragon swung his claws wide and brought them down upon the bug-eyed monster's head, cutting so deep it created an x-shaped scar that would last a lifetime. Beeheeyem went down.
“Hmph! Try Lilligant on for size!”
Like the Beeheeyem, the Lilligant she sent out seemed to have an aura of hatred and contempt around it. But I didn't care. Again, Randall attacked with his claws, slicing several petals off the Lilligant. It keeled over, but did not die like I expected. It would've only been fair, I thought.
“Grrah!” The woman said, “Heatmor, attack!”
~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~
Inigo felt the cool cave air on his face as he was released from his Pokeball to fight the Heatmor. He had seen everything that had happened, and was ready to dish out some cold, hard revenge.
But wait.
The Heatmor was charging at Black instead of Inigo. It was trying to kill him! Even then, shreds of darkness were forming around the firey beast's claws. It's Shadow Claw, he thought. Thinking fast, he began to gather all the stray water molecules in the air for a Surf Attack. As the Heatmor began to slash, Black's eyes flared brighter than they ever had before.
Wait a moment, Inigo thought, why were his eyes glowing in the first place? The only time he remembered that happening was back at Nacrene City, when Odie had died.
The monster's claws were about ten inches from his face, when suddenly, Black's right arm shot out and grabbed the hand it was using to slash.
“I'm afraid I just can't let you do that.”
His eyes shone just a little brighter, and the Heatmor flew back, crashing into a rock.
“And as for you,” he said to the woman, “Take your Pokemon and get out of my sight.”
She quickly returned her battered Pokemon to their Pokeballs and ran off.
~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~
Suddenly, I woke up.
Not that I hadn't already been awake. I had seen everything that had just happened, sure, but I felt like I just jolted back to consciousness. Like I was in a trance or something.
The first thing I said was, “Inigo, did I really just do that?”
“Judging by the huge dent in that rock, yes.”
Well then, I thought, I have something terribly weird going on in my mind.
I looked back to Stahl's corpse. With the exception of the stalactites in his chest, he looked so peaceful. Like he was sleeping.
“Come on,” I said, scooping up the body into my arms, “let's go.”
~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~
The phone rang at Ghetsis's desk.
“Hello?” he said.
“Ghetsis. The prototype worked, just like I said it would. It managed to off the kid's Sawsbuck.”
“Excellent. You have done well, ambassador Exinn. Tell your boss to begin shipments of the... experiments to Unova immediately.”
“Very well sir. Also, one last thing- you might not want to get the kid angry.”
“Oh, really now? Honestly, how bad can it be?”
Ghetsis hung up, not knowing nearly how wrong he was.
Also, it seemed that many people had flocked to Victory Road in hopes of challenging the league. Only the best of the best made it here, as could be seen by the trainers' strength. However, they were no match for my team.
Well, not exactly.
At around the halfway point, I encountered an aged female trainer.
“Excuse me,” she said, “I just acquired a new Pokemon, and I'd like to test it out. Do you mind if we have a quick battle?”
“Oh, sure. No problem.”
The woman released a Beeheeyem from a strange-looking Pokeball. I was immediately taken aback by the aura of malice the creature exerted. It seemed to be in a fit of constant rage. Not letting it get to me, I sent out trusty old Stahl.
“Big mistake, young man.” the woman said, “Beeheeyem, Psychic.”
The Beeheeyem used its telekinesis to lift Stahl up into the air, then slam him back onto the cold, hard ground.
“No! Stahl!”
He slowly staggered back up onto his hooves. I was relieved to know he was alive.
But I also knew he couldn't take another hit like that. I couldn't heal him, since the Beeheeyem would just keep dealing a constant amount of damage until it got a lucky hit in. I couldn't switch; after all, I had nobody who resisted psychic attacks on my team at the moment. They would be no better off. My best option was to have Stahl use Megahorn. But that wasn't a guarenteed hit; if it missed, Stahl would die.
“Come on, kid! The clock's ticking!”
“...Stahl, use Megahorn.”
Stahl scraped his hooves against the ground, lowered his head, and charged. But he tripped over a stone that was in his path and fell flat on his side.
“Now, Beeheeyem! Finish it!”
It started shaking three stalactites on the roof of the cave with telekinesis. Finally, they loosened and fell.
I saw Stahl look up at me from the ground, making a face. I had seen him make that face before. It seemed to be the closest Sawsbuck equivalent of a smile. Then his body went completely limp.
The stalactites had impaled him like a little roasted Pidgey on a stick.
In the few seconds that followed, different emotions swirled around in my head. Sadness, because I was watching one of my friends bleed out on the ground. Anger, at myself and the trainer; perhaps that woman commanded the final blow, but my stupidity made that final blow possible. Paranoia, for I knew that it could happen to any one of the team next.
“Well, trainer? Choose the next victim!”
Victim. That was the word she used. Not 'Pokemon' like a normal trainer would say, but 'victim'. She was trying to kill my friends.
I was, in the terms of my old pal Useless, about to unleash my rage.
“Randall,” I said after opening the Pokeball that contained him, “Eliminate with extreme prejudice.”
“Hah! My favorite order!”
The dragon swung his claws wide and brought them down upon the bug-eyed monster's head, cutting so deep it created an x-shaped scar that would last a lifetime. Beeheeyem went down.
“Hmph! Try Lilligant on for size!”
Like the Beeheeyem, the Lilligant she sent out seemed to have an aura of hatred and contempt around it. But I didn't care. Again, Randall attacked with his claws, slicing several petals off the Lilligant. It keeled over, but did not die like I expected. It would've only been fair, I thought.
“Grrah!” The woman said, “Heatmor, attack!”
~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~
Inigo felt the cool cave air on his face as he was released from his Pokeball to fight the Heatmor. He had seen everything that had happened, and was ready to dish out some cold, hard revenge.
But wait.
The Heatmor was charging at Black instead of Inigo. It was trying to kill him! Even then, shreds of darkness were forming around the firey beast's claws. It's Shadow Claw, he thought. Thinking fast, he began to gather all the stray water molecules in the air for a Surf Attack. As the Heatmor began to slash, Black's eyes flared brighter than they ever had before.
Wait a moment, Inigo thought, why were his eyes glowing in the first place? The only time he remembered that happening was back at Nacrene City, when Odie had died.
The monster's claws were about ten inches from his face, when suddenly, Black's right arm shot out and grabbed the hand it was using to slash.
“I'm afraid I just can't let you do that.”
His eyes shone just a little brighter, and the Heatmor flew back, crashing into a rock.
“And as for you,” he said to the woman, “Take your Pokemon and get out of my sight.”
She quickly returned her battered Pokemon to their Pokeballs and ran off.
~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~
Suddenly, I woke up.
Not that I hadn't already been awake. I had seen everything that had just happened, sure, but I felt like I just jolted back to consciousness. Like I was in a trance or something.
The first thing I said was, “Inigo, did I really just do that?”
“Judging by the huge dent in that rock, yes.”
Well then, I thought, I have something terribly weird going on in my mind.
I looked back to Stahl's corpse. With the exception of the stalactites in his chest, he looked so peaceful. Like he was sleeping.
“Come on,” I said, scooping up the body into my arms, “let's go.”
~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~
The phone rang at Ghetsis's desk.
“Hello?” he said.
“Ghetsis. The prototype worked, just like I said it would. It managed to off the kid's Sawsbuck.”
“Excellent. You have done well, ambassador Exinn. Tell your boss to begin shipments of the... experiments to Unova immediately.”
“Very well sir. Also, one last thing- you might not want to get the kid angry.”
“Oh, really now? Honestly, how bad can it be?”
Ghetsis hung up, not knowing nearly how wrong he was.
The battle went pretty much exactly like I wrote it, except for two things:
One: I had Raymond up front originally, but switched out to Stahl once I saw she had a Beeheeyem (hence why it was able to get an attack in first).
Two: Black/Locke's weird mind-powers did not defeat the Heatmor, Inigo did. However, I figured it would be a perfect opportunity for exposition's sake to give you a little glimpse as to just what was going on in his head at that moment. (Believe me, it is not good.)
And one last thing. First, something ironic happened while I was training for the Elite 4 today that relates to this battle. (Don't worry, it's nothing bad.)
One: I had Raymond up front originally, but switched out to Stahl once I saw she had a Beeheeyem (hence why it was able to get an attack in first).
Two: Black/Locke's weird mind-powers did not defeat the Heatmor, Inigo did. However, I figured it would be a perfect opportunity for exposition's sake to give you a little glimpse as to just what was going on in his head at that moment. (Believe me, it is not good.)
And one last thing. First, something ironic happened while I was training for the Elite 4 today that relates to this battle. (Don't worry, it's nothing bad.)
This update is a little shorter than usual. If it were earlier in the Nuzlocke, then it would be about regular size, but as it stands, this update is relatively small. So, this is not a chapter- just a mini-chapter. Nothing really important happens, so if you want, you can just skip this update.
We buried Stahl by the exit of the cave, overlooking the rest of Victory Road.
“He... was always very enthusiastic about battling. Stahl would've wanted to be buried here.”
“Hmph. He was weak.” Randall said, “He would've died sooner or later anyway.”
“You know what?” Inigo responded, “Shut your mouth, you blithering, feculent little piece of Garbodor vomit! We don't want to listen to more of your ranting about how all of us are weak and power is everything, so kindly shut up!”
“Well, it's true! Anybody who's weak enough to get themselves killed is worthless. The strong are the ones who survive!”
This is getting a bit out of hand, I thought. “Guys, could you please-”
I was cut off by Inigo. “You know, can't you even spent a minute thinking about anyone other than yourself? Seriously, if your ego was inflated any more, it'd rise up into the atmosphere!"
“Why, you little-”
“I'm not done! Do you think you would've been sure to survive, just because you're so strong? Well then, Randall, I'll tell you something! The front-liners are the most likely to die! Stahl was doing you a favor. And yet, you think you can get away with insulting him? The least you could do is show some respect to his memory.”
Randall's face started to change into a look of shock. I could tell he wasn't taking losing the argument very well.
“B-but...” he managed to stutter.
“No! I am sick and tired of listening to you spout this hypocritical nonsense! All you are is a heartless bully who picks on others for fun!”
Randall just stood there, motionless.
“Just stop already, you two!” I said, and quickly returned the two to their Pokeballs before Randall could get verbally abused any more. It's gonna be pretty hard to keep this team together, I thought to myself.
“He... was always very enthusiastic about battling. Stahl would've wanted to be buried here.”
“Hmph. He was weak.” Randall said, “He would've died sooner or later anyway.”
“You know what?” Inigo responded, “Shut your mouth, you blithering, feculent little piece of Garbodor vomit! We don't want to listen to more of your ranting about how all of us are weak and power is everything, so kindly shut up!”
“Well, it's true! Anybody who's weak enough to get themselves killed is worthless. The strong are the ones who survive!”
This is getting a bit out of hand, I thought. “Guys, could you please-”
I was cut off by Inigo. “You know, can't you even spent a minute thinking about anyone other than yourself? Seriously, if your ego was inflated any more, it'd rise up into the atmosphere!"
“Why, you little-”
“I'm not done! Do you think you would've been sure to survive, just because you're so strong? Well then, Randall, I'll tell you something! The front-liners are the most likely to die! Stahl was doing you a favor. And yet, you think you can get away with insulting him? The least you could do is show some respect to his memory.”
Randall's face started to change into a look of shock. I could tell he wasn't taking losing the argument very well.
“B-but...” he managed to stutter.
“No! I am sick and tired of listening to you spout this hypocritical nonsense! All you are is a heartless bully who picks on others for fun!”
Randall just stood there, motionless.
“Just stop already, you two!” I said, and quickly returned the two to their Pokeballs before Randall could get verbally abused any more. It's gonna be pretty hard to keep this team together, I thought to myself.
Whoa. A great chapter. Nothing epic happened, but the Pokémon and their character development is great.
Keep it up!
Keep it up!
All right, there's something I forgot to say last update. I'll say it now: On the night of August 14th, I had a dream that gave me a creative idea for either this run or the next. What is it, you ask? I'll tell you this: part of the answer lies in the chapter posted earlier that day.
That night, there was a news report about a strange storm going on around Route 7.
“Breaking news!” I remember hearing the reporter say, “Out of nowhere, an unusually strong windstorm has hit most of the areas north of Mistralton! These winds are blowing at about 140 miles per hour, so residents are heavily advised to stay indoors.”
Normally, I would've paid no attention to it. But a few seconds afterwards, I saw a green blur race across the sky in the top-left corner of the TV screen. I quickly grabbed for the remote and rewinded the broadcast.
“-heavily advised to stay indoors.”
I saw the same blur again and immediately paused the TV. I was just able to make out a dark green, vaguely human-like shape among a few storm clouds.
“That's odd...” I said to myself. Against my better judgement, I made a vow to see what was going on over there in the morning.
~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_
The next morning, I quickly went over to Mistralton City. The storm hadn't cleared up one bit; if anything, it had intensified. It hadn't stormed this hard in Unova in more than 100 years, from what I knew. So, to get to the bottom of this mystery, I decided to do what was probably the most unsafe thing to do in this situation and walk right into the tempest. It actually wasn't so bad, as long as I hung tightly onto the thin steel platforms people built over the tall grass.
Suddenly, I heard a loud boom from above me, as if someone – or something – had just broken the sound barrier. Then a figure descended from the clouds.
It seemed to have a normal male torso (despite the fact that it was green and covered in purple spots). Its head, however, was somewhat troll-like. Two purple horns jutted out of its forehead. But that wasn't all. Its hair and moustache seemed to be made of clouds. In fact, instead of a normal lower body, its torso seemed to sprout out of another cloud. Likewise, a long purple tail grew from the back of that cloud.
All in all, it looked just like that green blur I had seen the previous night.
“Foolish human,” it spoke, “Why do you trespass upon the territory of Aeolus, God of the Winds?!”
I tried to speak, but the harsh storm blew away my words like so much sand.
“Very well! Prepare to-” The being paused a moment, and his eyes widened.
“YOU...” He said, and in an instant, sped off, taking the storm with him.
I was glad that Aeolus had not managed to attack me directly. But I couldn't just stop now. Other parts of the region could be terrorized by him. Reluctantly, I decided to continue to chase the storm.
~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_
I tracked Aeolus all that morning, and well into the afternoon. He seemed to move around erratically; one minute, the news would say the storm had hit, say, Route 4, and by the time I had gotten there, it had moved to Route 16. Exhausted, I nearly gave up then and there – that is, until I saw on the news bulletin that he had moved to Route 2.
{Play this music for best effect}
“Oh, no,” I said, “You are NOT about to rampage on my home town!”
Furious, I ran as fast as my legs could carry me down the road and toward Route 2.
~ _~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_
When I got there, he luckily hadn't moved much – but the storm had gotten worse. There was a major torrential downpour, for one thing, and the winds had really picked up.
I released Henry from his Pokeball, shouting, “Henry, I want you ready to Thunderbolt that thing in a moment's notice! Okay?”
“All right!” I heard him shout back over the wind.
Suddenly, I heard another sonic boom – a sure sign of Aeolus' presence. Once again, he descended from the heavens, arms crossed.
“Impudent child!” Aeolus bellowed, “Powerful though you may be, I shall destroy you now!” The winds blew stronger and stronger; it was clear that he intended to blow me away.
“Henry!” I yelled, “Now!”
“Alrighty! Special delivery for Mr. Aeolus!” Static electricity started to crackle and hiss around his hand, and a beam of lightning shot out towards Aeolus. Though he moved out of the way, the Thunderbolt hit a nearby tree, which promptly caught fire, tumbled over, and struck the wind god on the back, bringing him down to earth. It almost seemed sad, to see the formerly mighty god caught brought low.
“Well?” He said, “You have bested me, boy. Tell your Gengar to finish the job.”
No, I thought, It would be a shame to let such power go to waste.
I produced a purple Pokeball from a pocket in my bag and flung it at Aeolus. It did not fail; it became clear that a god could be captured, just like any other Pokemon.
Heh. Too easy.
“What is this infernal machination?!” I heard Aeolus shout from inside, “Release me at once!”
“I'm sorry, Aeolus, but after all the trouble you've caused Unova, I can't let you just run free. You're part of my team now. And don't even think of breaking out – you won't be able to.”
“..Fine,” he grumbled.
“Glad we have an understanding. For now... I have some things to take care of.”
“Breaking news!” I remember hearing the reporter say, “Out of nowhere, an unusually strong windstorm has hit most of the areas north of Mistralton! These winds are blowing at about 140 miles per hour, so residents are heavily advised to stay indoors.”
Normally, I would've paid no attention to it. But a few seconds afterwards, I saw a green blur race across the sky in the top-left corner of the TV screen. I quickly grabbed for the remote and rewinded the broadcast.
“-heavily advised to stay indoors.”
I saw the same blur again and immediately paused the TV. I was just able to make out a dark green, vaguely human-like shape among a few storm clouds.
“That's odd...” I said to myself. Against my better judgement, I made a vow to see what was going on over there in the morning.
~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_
The next morning, I quickly went over to Mistralton City. The storm hadn't cleared up one bit; if anything, it had intensified. It hadn't stormed this hard in Unova in more than 100 years, from what I knew. So, to get to the bottom of this mystery, I decided to do what was probably the most unsafe thing to do in this situation and walk right into the tempest. It actually wasn't so bad, as long as I hung tightly onto the thin steel platforms people built over the tall grass.
Suddenly, I heard a loud boom from above me, as if someone – or something – had just broken the sound barrier. Then a figure descended from the clouds.
It seemed to have a normal male torso (despite the fact that it was green and covered in purple spots). Its head, however, was somewhat troll-like. Two purple horns jutted out of its forehead. But that wasn't all. Its hair and moustache seemed to be made of clouds. In fact, instead of a normal lower body, its torso seemed to sprout out of another cloud. Likewise, a long purple tail grew from the back of that cloud.
All in all, it looked just like that green blur I had seen the previous night.
“Foolish human,” it spoke, “Why do you trespass upon the territory of Aeolus, God of the Winds?!”
I tried to speak, but the harsh storm blew away my words like so much sand.
“Very well! Prepare to-” The being paused a moment, and his eyes widened.
“YOU...” He said, and in an instant, sped off, taking the storm with him.
I was glad that Aeolus had not managed to attack me directly. But I couldn't just stop now. Other parts of the region could be terrorized by him. Reluctantly, I decided to continue to chase the storm.
~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_
I tracked Aeolus all that morning, and well into the afternoon. He seemed to move around erratically; one minute, the news would say the storm had hit, say, Route 4, and by the time I had gotten there, it had moved to Route 16. Exhausted, I nearly gave up then and there – that is, until I saw on the news bulletin that he had moved to Route 2.
{Play this music for best effect}
“Oh, no,” I said, “You are NOT about to rampage on my home town!”
Furious, I ran as fast as my legs could carry me down the road and toward Route 2.
~ _~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_
When I got there, he luckily hadn't moved much – but the storm had gotten worse. There was a major torrential downpour, for one thing, and the winds had really picked up.
I released Henry from his Pokeball, shouting, “Henry, I want you ready to Thunderbolt that thing in a moment's notice! Okay?”
“All right!” I heard him shout back over the wind.
Suddenly, I heard another sonic boom – a sure sign of Aeolus' presence. Once again, he descended from the heavens, arms crossed.
“Impudent child!” Aeolus bellowed, “Powerful though you may be, I shall destroy you now!” The winds blew stronger and stronger; it was clear that he intended to blow me away.
“Henry!” I yelled, “Now!”
“Alrighty! Special delivery for Mr. Aeolus!” Static electricity started to crackle and hiss around his hand, and a beam of lightning shot out towards Aeolus. Though he moved out of the way, the Thunderbolt hit a nearby tree, which promptly caught fire, tumbled over, and struck the wind god on the back, bringing him down to earth. It almost seemed sad, to see the formerly mighty god caught brought low.
“Well?” He said, “You have bested me, boy. Tell your Gengar to finish the job.”
No, I thought, It would be a shame to let such power go to waste.
I produced a purple Pokeball from a pocket in my bag and flung it at Aeolus. It did not fail; it became clear that a god could be captured, just like any other Pokemon.
Heh. Too easy.
“What is this infernal machination?!” I heard Aeolus shout from inside, “Release me at once!”
“I'm sorry, Aeolus, but after all the trouble you've caused Unova, I can't let you just run free. You're part of my team now. And don't even think of breaking out – you won't be able to.”
“..Fine,” he grumbled.
“Glad we have an understanding. For now... I have some things to take care of.”
Holy foreshadowing, Batman!
Also, I took quite a bit of artistic license with this. But I'm the author, so I can do what I want >
And honestly, if I wasn't planning to catch Tornadus, I wouldn't have put the rule there saying I could.
Also, I took quite a bit of artistic license with this. But I'm the author, so I can do what I want >
And honestly, if I wasn't planning to catch Tornadus, I wouldn't have put the rule there saying I could.
This is another relatively short one. However, as it contains details vital to the plot, I'd suggest that you read it anyway.
It was about 4:30 PM. I quickly walked through the doors of Celestial Tower and hurried up the stairs. I released Aeolus from his Pokeball.
“Boy, why do you bring me here?”
“I have two simple reasons, Aeolus. The first is for your benefit. The Litwick here have exceptionally high special-attack power. If you fight enough of them, it might rub off on you.”
“Very well. If I will be trained, at least it will be done the right way. And the other?”
“..I need to ring the tower bell in memorial of my Sawsbuck, Stahl.”
“Ah. Human sentimentality. I moved past that long ago, but if it pleases you, I will not stop you.” Aeolus said, and immediately flew away to attack some of the Litwick.
There's certainly more to him than meets the eye, I thought.
~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~
The bell's chime resounded through the land once. Twice. Thrice. Despite the fact that simply ringing a bell shouldn't really have all that much effect other than annoying the neighbors, I felt like Stahl's soul was at peace.
I was just about to leave when a heavenly light filtered down from the clouds above. A Pokemon descended from the sky. I was blinded by the light, so I couldn't see it at first – but as my eyes slowly adjusted, I could make out its shape more clearly.
It had a tiny, body. Its hands and head, however, were considerably bigger. Well, you couldn't even really call them hands; they were more like clubs. No fingers of any kind. Unless you counted the three glowing violet, blue and yellow spots on its 'hands'.
Its head was sort of in the shape of a watermelon, except not quite – two crater-like indents that may or may not have been audio receptors of some kind. Its forehead had some weird black markings on it, which were shaped like a sideways V, a Y, and another sideways V. It had no noticeable mouth, and its eyes, just like one of the three spots on its 'hands', were a glowing violet. And in that heavenly light, it just seemed to shimmer.
It was an Elgyem... which was rather awkward, since Elgyem is the pre-evolution of Beeheeyem, and my recent history with that species had been... I'll just go with 'not too good'.
Normal Elgyem, however, are green-gray. This one was more of a bluish-gray. Clearly, this one was different.
“Hello, Child of Time.” came a noticeably feminine voice inside my head. Since the Elgyem was looking at me, I assumed that it was the one talking through telepathy.
I was startled, to say the least. “Wh-who are you? And how do you now about my time travel misfortune?!”
“You may call me Starlight. And as for the time travel, I am a servant of the gods, and as such, I know many things.”
Many things. Maybe she would know something about why all this was happening to me.
“All right. If you know so much, then do you know why I was sent back in time? Why my Pokemon die? Why are these rifts opening?”
There was a brief pause.
“There is much I cannot tell you.” Starlight said at last, “There are greater powers at work here than you can fathom.
“However, I will say what I can. First of all, you were transported back two years because the gods were afraid. After you killed Kyurem... they thought you might grow too powerful and dethrone them. Time travel and memory erase was just a convenient way of imprisoning you, since 'Black' never truly existed. By implanting you in the timeline, they were able to trap you and ensure that time flowed like it was supposed to. And it would have worked out according to plan... if he hadn't interfered.”
I was flabbergasted. All I could say was, “He? He who?”
“To tell you would be to stretch the limits of what I can say. I will tell you that he is the source of all of your problems.”
I was still speechless.
“And now, I shall recommend that you capture me. If you have any more questions, I should be around to answer them. Now, one Quick Ball should do the job.”
As per Starlight's suggestion, I pulled a Quick Ball out of my bag pocket and threw it at her. After absorbing her, it wobbled once, twice, thrice, and snapped shut.
It was then that Aeolus appeared again.
“I have finished my training.” he said.
“Ah, good.” I quickly picked up Starlight's Pokeball. “Let's go.”
“Boy, why do you bring me here?”
“I have two simple reasons, Aeolus. The first is for your benefit. The Litwick here have exceptionally high special-attack power. If you fight enough of them, it might rub off on you.”
“Very well. If I will be trained, at least it will be done the right way. And the other?”
“..I need to ring the tower bell in memorial of my Sawsbuck, Stahl.”
“Ah. Human sentimentality. I moved past that long ago, but if it pleases you, I will not stop you.” Aeolus said, and immediately flew away to attack some of the Litwick.
There's certainly more to him than meets the eye, I thought.
~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~
The bell's chime resounded through the land once. Twice. Thrice. Despite the fact that simply ringing a bell shouldn't really have all that much effect other than annoying the neighbors, I felt like Stahl's soul was at peace.
I was just about to leave when a heavenly light filtered down from the clouds above. A Pokemon descended from the sky. I was blinded by the light, so I couldn't see it at first – but as my eyes slowly adjusted, I could make out its shape more clearly.
It had a tiny, body. Its hands and head, however, were considerably bigger. Well, you couldn't even really call them hands; they were more like clubs. No fingers of any kind. Unless you counted the three glowing violet, blue and yellow spots on its 'hands'.
Its head was sort of in the shape of a watermelon, except not quite – two crater-like indents that may or may not have been audio receptors of some kind. Its forehead had some weird black markings on it, which were shaped like a sideways V, a Y, and another sideways V. It had no noticeable mouth, and its eyes, just like one of the three spots on its 'hands', were a glowing violet. And in that heavenly light, it just seemed to shimmer.
It was an Elgyem... which was rather awkward, since Elgyem is the pre-evolution of Beeheeyem, and my recent history with that species had been... I'll just go with 'not too good'.
Normal Elgyem, however, are green-gray. This one was more of a bluish-gray. Clearly, this one was different.
“Hello, Child of Time.” came a noticeably feminine voice inside my head. Since the Elgyem was looking at me, I assumed that it was the one talking through telepathy.
I was startled, to say the least. “Wh-who are you? And how do you now about my time travel misfortune?!”
“You may call me Starlight. And as for the time travel, I am a servant of the gods, and as such, I know many things.”
Many things. Maybe she would know something about why all this was happening to me.
“All right. If you know so much, then do you know why I was sent back in time? Why my Pokemon die? Why are these rifts opening?”
There was a brief pause.
“There is much I cannot tell you.” Starlight said at last, “There are greater powers at work here than you can fathom.
“However, I will say what I can. First of all, you were transported back two years because the gods were afraid. After you killed Kyurem... they thought you might grow too powerful and dethrone them. Time travel and memory erase was just a convenient way of imprisoning you, since 'Black' never truly existed. By implanting you in the timeline, they were able to trap you and ensure that time flowed like it was supposed to. And it would have worked out according to plan... if he hadn't interfered.”
I was flabbergasted. All I could say was, “He? He who?”
“To tell you would be to stretch the limits of what I can say. I will tell you that he is the source of all of your problems.”
I was still speechless.
“And now, I shall recommend that you capture me. If you have any more questions, I should be around to answer them. Now, one Quick Ball should do the job.”
As per Starlight's suggestion, I pulled a Quick Ball out of my bag pocket and threw it at her. After absorbing her, it wobbled once, twice, thrice, and snapped shut.
It was then that Aeolus appeared again.
“I have finished my training.” he said.
“Ah, good.” I quickly picked up Starlight's Pokeball. “Let's go.”
All aboard the Plot Train! Choo Choo!
Also, the Shiny Elgyem really did happen. I'm serious. I've caught more shinies in Nuzlockes, where they can't be used due to the rules I have in place, than I have in regular playthroughs.
Also, the Shiny Elgyem really did happen. I'm serious. I've caught more shinies in Nuzlockes, where they can't be used due to the rules I have in place, than I have in regular playthroughs.
Just to remind you, the Q&A System is still open.
Next time, we take on the 13374!
It was time to prepare for the Pokemon League. After all, N wasn't going to stop himself. We couldn't afford to take any risks, though. So, we trained for seven whole days.
On the fifth day, Henry came up to me after his training.
“Sooo... there's something I've been meaning to talk to you about.”
I sighed. “Let me guess, you want me to box you.”
“Woah! Black, are you psychic or something?”
“No. Well, I don't think so. It's just, you've never sounded this somber. Ever.”
“Well... Anyway, I've done my research. Three out of the Elite Four have moves that are super-effective against me. And the other one... Well, those fighting types hit like a truck... that's carrying ten tons of bricks!”
“Yeah...” I said, “Yeah, they do. And yes, I'll keep your daughter safe for you. Don't worry, I'm not planning on using Melody much, anyway.”
“Woah! Are you sure you're not psychic?”
“Heh... maybe I am.”
~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~
I had the perfect replacement for Henry in mind. While at Dragonspiral Tower only a week ago, I had found a Golett, who I named Prime. I was the one who named him as, like most Golett, he was obviously manufactured in an ancient city thousands of years ago, and the machine that had functioned as his voice-box had corroded a long time ago. Despite this, Prime seemed to perform just fine otherwise. And although the team was sad that Henry was leaving, they all agreed it was for the best (except for Melody, who didn't want her father to leave, and Randall, who still hadn't recovered from the verbal beating Inigo gave him about a week ago and was in too much of a sulk to care).
And, though it was time-consuming, and I had at least four conversations that went something like this:
“Black, are you sure we should be training this much? With all this time we're spending here, N could've already taken over!”
“Oh, don't worry. I know we'll be late no matter what.”
“How do you know that?”
“Umm... It's genre savviness. Don't question it.”
Eventually, we finished training. We were ready to take on the Elite Four, the strongest of the strong.
On the fifth day, Henry came up to me after his training.
“Sooo... there's something I've been meaning to talk to you about.”
I sighed. “Let me guess, you want me to box you.”
“Woah! Black, are you psychic or something?”
“No. Well, I don't think so. It's just, you've never sounded this somber. Ever.”
“Well... Anyway, I've done my research. Three out of the Elite Four have moves that are super-effective against me. And the other one... Well, those fighting types hit like a truck... that's carrying ten tons of bricks!”
“Yeah...” I said, “Yeah, they do. And yes, I'll keep your daughter safe for you. Don't worry, I'm not planning on using Melody much, anyway.”
“Woah! Are you sure you're not psychic?”
“Heh... maybe I am.”
~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~
I had the perfect replacement for Henry in mind. While at Dragonspiral Tower only a week ago, I had found a Golett, who I named Prime. I was the one who named him as, like most Golett, he was obviously manufactured in an ancient city thousands of years ago, and the machine that had functioned as his voice-box had corroded a long time ago. Despite this, Prime seemed to perform just fine otherwise. And although the team was sad that Henry was leaving, they all agreed it was for the best (except for Melody, who didn't want her father to leave, and Randall, who still hadn't recovered from the verbal beating Inigo gave him about a week ago and was in too much of a sulk to care).
And, though it was time-consuming, and I had at least four conversations that went something like this:
“Black, are you sure we should be training this much? With all this time we're spending here, N could've already taken over!”
“Oh, don't worry. I know we'll be late no matter what.”
“How do you know that?”
“Umm... It's genre savviness. Don't question it.”
Eventually, we finished training. We were ready to take on the Elite Four, the strongest of the strong.
[animate]samurott[/animate]
lv. 54
@NeverMeltIce
~Surf
~Blizzard
~Grass Knot
~X Scissor
My starter. He's been on the team since the beginning. I won't be using him much against the E4 - he's mainly just there to take down Caitlin's Sigilyph and Shauntal's Chandelure. But since those are both dangerous jobs, he'll still be playing a very important role.
[animate]krookodile[/animate]
lv. 54
@Blackglasses
~Earthquake
~Brick Break
~Foul Play
~Dragon Claw
Gaius has been awesome. I was kinda expecting him to not last all that long, given his complete lack of bulk, but he's really surprised me. He's my main answer to Caitlin's team.
[animate]haxorus[/animate]
lv. 54
@Scope Lens
~Dragon Claw
~Brick Break
~X Scissor
~Dragon Dance
Randall is basically the guy I send out if anything goes wrong. He has the raw power to deal with just about anything.
[animate]tornadus[/animate]
lv. 54
@Idon'tremember
~Air Slash
~Brick Break
~Crunch
~Extrasensory
Even though Aeolus hasn't been on the team long, I can tell he's going to be worth the trouble I went through to find and capture him. Basically, he's a terrifying mixed sweeper. Need I say more?
[animate]golurk[/animate]
lv. 54
@Float Stone
~Iron Defense
~Earthquake
~Brick Break
~Fly
Prime is the newest addition to my team. He's only really here as a good answer to Marshal's team, and to defeat N's Zekrom if my plan goes awry.
I'm not going to show you Melody's moveset. After all, I'm not going to use her much...
or am I?
lv. 54
@NeverMeltIce
~Surf
~Blizzard
~Grass Knot
~X Scissor
My starter. He's been on the team since the beginning. I won't be using him much against the E4 - he's mainly just there to take down Caitlin's Sigilyph and Shauntal's Chandelure. But since those are both dangerous jobs, he'll still be playing a very important role.
[animate]krookodile[/animate]
lv. 54
@Blackglasses
~Earthquake
~Brick Break
~Foul Play
~Dragon Claw
Gaius has been awesome. I was kinda expecting him to not last all that long, given his complete lack of bulk, but he's really surprised me. He's my main answer to Caitlin's team.
[animate]haxorus[/animate]
lv. 54
@Scope Lens
~Dragon Claw
~Brick Break
~X Scissor
~Dragon Dance
Randall is basically the guy I send out if anything goes wrong. He has the raw power to deal with just about anything.
[animate]tornadus[/animate]
lv. 54
@Idon'tremember
~Air Slash
~Brick Break
~Crunch
~Extrasensory
Even though Aeolus hasn't been on the team long, I can tell he's going to be worth the trouble I went through to find and capture him. Basically, he's a terrifying mixed sweeper. Need I say more?
[animate]golurk[/animate]
lv. 54
@Float Stone
~Iron Defense
~Earthquake
~Brick Break
~Fly
Prime is the newest addition to my team. He's only really here as a good answer to Marshal's team, and to defeat N's Zekrom if my plan goes awry.
I'm not going to show you Melody's moveset. After all, I'm not going to use her much...
or am I?
I love your writing! I died a little inside when Odie died. WE WILL NEVER FORGET YOU, ODIE </3
Can't wait for next part~
Can't wait for next part~
keldeoqueen said:
Thanks! And yeah, Odie's death really was the worst. I mean, Leif and Stahl both died to hax, which I couldn't really prevent... but if I had had Yarne use Headbutt instead of Rock Smash (since, oddly enough, Headbutt would do more damage), Odie might have lived.
I got up at about 9:20 the next morning, which was considerably later than usual. Even though I had only really been commanding, the training seemed to have taken a toll on me as well. Regardless, I still had some important work to do.
Waking later seemed to be an advantage in at least one regard; the Pokemon League didn't open until at least 9:45 AM, which meant I had much less idle time. I quickly got dressed, then ran downstairs to the Pokemon Center cafe, where I quickly bought and wolfed down my breakfast, a liechi berry danish and a cup of coffee.
I quickly ran through my mind the list of things I needed. Breakfast? Check. Pokemon? Check. Healing items? Check. I was ready to go.
~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~
The League building was unlike most others in that it was circular. While most Pokemon Leagues, like Kanto, for instance, required you to face each of the Elite Four in the same order, non-stop, Unova's League gave you the option to fight the Elite in any order. This had given me an idea, and it was time to put that idea to the test.
I released my six Pokemon from their respective Pokeballs one by one.
“All right. Do you all remember the plan?”
The Pokemon all nodded.
(play this music for best effect)
“Well then... Let's split up, gang!”
My friends all ran away to their respective positions at light-speed (hyperbolically speaking).
~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~
~Marshal's room~
Prime swooped up to the platform and was immediately confronted by four Fighting-types – a Throh, a Sawk, a Conkeldurr, and a Mienshao, all in combat stances. The robot's eyes turned bright red, and within an instant, he had grabbed the Conkeldurr, concrete slabs and all, in those giant mechanical arms. Prime flew up higher and higher, despite the flailing and punching of his opponent. When the Conkeldurr's ears started to pop, the automaton knew it was time. He let go, and Conkeldurr plummeted down back down to earth like a piano in a cartoon. And, just like a piano, he crashed right into the Mienshao upon landing. Sawk and Throh thought they were safe... until the concrete landed on them.
~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~
~Caitlin's room~
“Psst.” whispered Gaius to the Gothitelle.
“What is it?” she replied.
“Did you know that Reuniclus and Musharna over there are saying you're fat and ugly? Are you just gonna take that?”
“Wha-Again?! Oh, they are SO dead.” she said, storming off to where the other two were.
“Heh, easy as pie. Now to watch the sparks fly.”
Oh, and the sparks did fly. Within a minute, the three psychic-types had gotten into a brutal fistfight (which is pretty amazing, considering Musharna doesn't even have hands). Suddenly, they were cut off by the blow of a whistle.
“Foul Play!” Gaius yelled, “Off the field!”
The three Pokemon hung their heads in shame and walked (or in Reuniclus and Musharna's case, floated) over to the bench.
Meanwhile, Inigo was taking care of Sigilyph.
“Hey, you want a Blizzard? Courtesy of Dairy Queen!”
“Oh, don't mind if I do.”
The Sigilyph began to gobble up the delectable frozen treat. Little did she know, it was so cold that it gave her the worst brain freeze you could possibly imagine! The Sigilyph fell to the ground, writhing in pain.
“Works every time.” Inigo said smugly.
~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~
~Grimsley's room~
Randall had given things some thought in his free time, and decided as soon as he had a chance, he would turn over a new leaf and come clean with the team about his past. But, for now, Randall had to defeat the Pokemon that were about to be thrown at him.
He noticed four opponents on the stage, which were a Scrafty, a Liepard, a Bisharp, and a Krookodile. He needed something to work with... and that's when Randall noticed the brick walls. The lizard smashed his hand into the wall, and bricks came tumbling down (as well as Grimsley shouting, “Hey! Don't break that!”).
Randall picked up a brick and lobbed one at the Scrafty's head. It hit its mark, and poor Scrafty hit the floor with a thud.
Next he threw a brick at Bisharp. The knight shattered it with his hand.. but the pieces flew to the side and hit Krookodile. They were large enough chunks that the crocodile had to run away, and immediately came face-to-face with Randall, who bopped him on the head. Once again, Randall's foe hit the floor with a thud.
Randall threw two more bricks, both of which struck Bisharp, once again on the head. And, yet again, the knight hit the floor with a slightly-more-metallic thud.
The author must be running out of ideas, Randall thought. Once again, he picked up a brick, aimed, and... dropped it. He didn't know why, but the Liepard looked strangely attractive in this light. He just couldn't stop staring at her.
Gaius peeked into the room and became very annoyed all of a sudden. Instead of fighting, Randall was just staring at the Liepard while she hacked and slashed at him.
“Oh, great.” he said, running up the flight of stairs to the platform. “Hey, Romeo! Move out of the way!”
Gaius dashed past Randall and towards the leopard. He immediately picked up Liepard by her legs and swung her around and around and around. She got so dizzy that she just sat down, vomited up her previous meal, and passed out.
“Thanks. I guess.”
“No problem. You were awful at flirting anyway.”
~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~
~Shauntal's room~
“This shall be extremely demeaning, but very much worth it.” Aeolus said to himself.
“HEY YOU GUYS!” he yelled to the ghost Pokemon, pulling candy out of his cloud, “Want some Crunch Bars?”
They all accepted except Chandelure, who refused. She knew that the Crunch Bars had been laced with a heavy tranquilizer. The other ghosts figured that out as soon as they realized that the ground seemed to be getting closer and closer.
Then Inigo appeared out of the blue. He saw that the Chandelure was refusing to eat, and knocked it cold with a well-timed Surf.
Waking later seemed to be an advantage in at least one regard; the Pokemon League didn't open until at least 9:45 AM, which meant I had much less idle time. I quickly got dressed, then ran downstairs to the Pokemon Center cafe, where I quickly bought and wolfed down my breakfast, a liechi berry danish and a cup of coffee.
I quickly ran through my mind the list of things I needed. Breakfast? Check. Pokemon? Check. Healing items? Check. I was ready to go.
~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~
The League building was unlike most others in that it was circular. While most Pokemon Leagues, like Kanto, for instance, required you to face each of the Elite Four in the same order, non-stop, Unova's League gave you the option to fight the Elite in any order. This had given me an idea, and it was time to put that idea to the test.
I released my six Pokemon from their respective Pokeballs one by one.
“All right. Do you all remember the plan?”
The Pokemon all nodded.
(play this music for best effect)
“Well then... Let's split up, gang!”
My friends all ran away to their respective positions at light-speed (hyperbolically speaking).
~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~
~Marshal's room~
Prime swooped up to the platform and was immediately confronted by four Fighting-types – a Throh, a Sawk, a Conkeldurr, and a Mienshao, all in combat stances. The robot's eyes turned bright red, and within an instant, he had grabbed the Conkeldurr, concrete slabs and all, in those giant mechanical arms. Prime flew up higher and higher, despite the flailing and punching of his opponent. When the Conkeldurr's ears started to pop, the automaton knew it was time. He let go, and Conkeldurr plummeted down back down to earth like a piano in a cartoon. And, just like a piano, he crashed right into the Mienshao upon landing. Sawk and Throh thought they were safe... until the concrete landed on them.
~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~
~Caitlin's room~
“Psst.” whispered Gaius to the Gothitelle.
“What is it?” she replied.
“Did you know that Reuniclus and Musharna over there are saying you're fat and ugly? Are you just gonna take that?”
“Wha-Again?! Oh, they are SO dead.” she said, storming off to where the other two were.
“Heh, easy as pie. Now to watch the sparks fly.”
Oh, and the sparks did fly. Within a minute, the three psychic-types had gotten into a brutal fistfight (which is pretty amazing, considering Musharna doesn't even have hands). Suddenly, they were cut off by the blow of a whistle.
“Foul Play!” Gaius yelled, “Off the field!”
The three Pokemon hung their heads in shame and walked (or in Reuniclus and Musharna's case, floated) over to the bench.
Meanwhile, Inigo was taking care of Sigilyph.
“Hey, you want a Blizzard? Courtesy of Dairy Queen!”
“Oh, don't mind if I do.”
The Sigilyph began to gobble up the delectable frozen treat. Little did she know, it was so cold that it gave her the worst brain freeze you could possibly imagine! The Sigilyph fell to the ground, writhing in pain.
“Works every time.” Inigo said smugly.
~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~
~Grimsley's room~
Randall had given things some thought in his free time, and decided as soon as he had a chance, he would turn over a new leaf and come clean with the team about his past. But, for now, Randall had to defeat the Pokemon that were about to be thrown at him.
He noticed four opponents on the stage, which were a Scrafty, a Liepard, a Bisharp, and a Krookodile. He needed something to work with... and that's when Randall noticed the brick walls. The lizard smashed his hand into the wall, and bricks came tumbling down (as well as Grimsley shouting, “Hey! Don't break that!”).
Randall picked up a brick and lobbed one at the Scrafty's head. It hit its mark, and poor Scrafty hit the floor with a thud.
Next he threw a brick at Bisharp. The knight shattered it with his hand.. but the pieces flew to the side and hit Krookodile. They were large enough chunks that the crocodile had to run away, and immediately came face-to-face with Randall, who bopped him on the head. Once again, Randall's foe hit the floor with a thud.
Randall threw two more bricks, both of which struck Bisharp, once again on the head. And, yet again, the knight hit the floor with a slightly-more-metallic thud.
The author must be running out of ideas, Randall thought. Once again, he picked up a brick, aimed, and... dropped it. He didn't know why, but the Liepard looked strangely attractive in this light. He just couldn't stop staring at her.
Gaius peeked into the room and became very annoyed all of a sudden. Instead of fighting, Randall was just staring at the Liepard while she hacked and slashed at him.
“Oh, great.” he said, running up the flight of stairs to the platform. “Hey, Romeo! Move out of the way!”
Gaius dashed past Randall and towards the leopard. He immediately picked up Liepard by her legs and swung her around and around and around. She got so dizzy that she just sat down, vomited up her previous meal, and passed out.
“Thanks. I guess.”
“No problem. You were awful at flirting anyway.”
~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~
~Shauntal's room~
“This shall be extremely demeaning, but very much worth it.” Aeolus said to himself.
“HEY YOU GUYS!” he yelled to the ghost Pokemon, pulling candy out of his cloud, “Want some Crunch Bars?”
They all accepted except Chandelure, who refused. She knew that the Crunch Bars had been laced with a heavy tranquilizer. The other ghosts figured that out as soon as they realized that the ground seemed to be getting closer and closer.
Then Inigo appeared out of the blue. He saw that the Chandelure was refusing to eat, and knocked it cold with a well-timed Surf.
And so A Wild Lawsuit doesn't Appear in the mail, Crunch Bars belong to Nestle and Blizzards belong to Dairy Queen.
P.S. Sorry if that seemed a bit silly.