Fight me at your own risk, I don't fight legend only teams i want a team you actually put work into.

Total battles: 376
Wins: 362
Losses: 14

Updated 8-17-08

• 4Sep 08

  One of the strangest sigs i have made... rate it :P

  I will admit i like it now the more i look at it... it has a certain appeal to me...... odd really

  Anyway here what do you think?

  

  Yeah it's odd.... but that's what the guy wanted on it, and i find the fact that it's pika with a gun rather funny.

  Im getting better with Gimp, but i really should get Photo shop to better edit them.

  • Posted Sep 4, 2008 11:44 am GMT
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• 2Sep 08

  It's my birthday!?!?

  Scary as it may seem today is in fact my birthday........ only humans would thorw parties for impending physcial decline.

  Anway of course i have school today.... and it's my longest day also. About a 12 hour day for me.

  And what a surprise to me, nintendo put Super Mario RPG on the virtual console to download..... my fav game. Maybe Nintendo knows me better then i think.

  Oh sorry for taking so long to post chapters..... im having to edit them into parts and school is eating my free time so it's going slowly.... good news is that i should have somthing to post later today or tomorrow.

  • Posted Sep 2, 2008 11:04 pm GMT
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• 28Aug 08

  Chapter 3: Ajia's Return Part 2

  The Rockets looked on as what was left of the plane smoldered with remnants of extinguished flame. For a while all was silent until the Rocket Executive finally turned to Tyson and said, "The Pikachu was a failed experiment?"
  
  "Err, well...all our testing led us to believe that its enhanced power only tired it out and powerful as it may be, it can only store about as much power as a Pichu. Plus, it was impossible to control..." Tyson explained.
  
  "Well, I guess in that case I think you just handed them a secret weapon...you know, they're coming up with ways to control even Legendary Pokémon, though I don't think the boss would've wanted to use that technology on a Pikachu..." the Executive said.
  
  "That's why it was on the jet in the first place: to be sent for testing Legendary control devices on. What should we do?" Tyson asked.
  
  The Executive considered for a while before saying, "Retreat. We'll fight them again later."
  
  "But-" Tyson protested. "Most of their Pokémon are down, and I think most of us armed. We could just drive over there and shoot-"
  
  "You do realize that driving over there would be an open invitation for them to ambush us with the Pokémon that haven't been defeated yet," she said forcefully. "Now...I said retreat."
  
  Tyson glanced down at the box he was holding: the box full of healing items he had gathered earlier. He could easily restore their Pokémon. He looked back at the Executive in bewilderment before throwing the box in the back and getting in one of the vehicles. The Rockets obeyed their order and the lead driver led the jeeps along a dirt path to the south.
  
  *****
  
  I looked on as the jeeps pulled away. I then ran over to where Chibi lay unconscious on the ground. I gently picked him up and held him in my arms like before. His breathing was irregular and sparks shot out of his skin at random.
  
  "Just how powerful is that thing?" Rudy asked.
  
  "I don't know..." I said slowly, looking down at Chibi. "I think that most of the abilities that he's used today Tyson didn't know about. Still...I can't ever let him do that again, cause next time he'll end up killing himself..."
  
  After I said that, it was quiet for a few seconds before Ajia broke the silence.
  
  "So...I've been wondering...when were you finally able to get a license?" Ajia asked.
  
  I sighed. The moment of truth had come. "I didn't," I mumbled.
  
  "Huh?" she asked. "But you have a Charmander and also another Pokémon in a Poké ball. I figured the Pikachu wasn't yours, but..."
  
  "I found the Charmander in the forest and Rudy gave me the Poké Ball to hold Swift, you know, my Pidgey," I said a little sheepishly, knowing it was illegal for me to be using the Poké Ball without a license.
  
  "What happened? You couldn't have failed the test and-" she started.
  
  "No, in fact, I was about six questions away from acing it," I interrupted. "Basically, I never got to receive my license. I got my grade on Friday so today I was supposed to go to a Pokémon League registration type place to get my license, but then all this happened, and...yeah."
  
  "Well, you know, if you guys wanted I could fly you back to Viridian. It'd have to be one at a time, but-" Ajia said.
  
  "I could fly one of them with my Pidgeot," Spencer cut in.
  
  "Cool, thanks," Rudy said.
  
  At first, I was excited, but then I realized something and said nothing. I knew that eventually I would have to tell someone, but that didn't make me feel any better. It was an agonizing secret that I'd held inside ever since September.
  
  "I'm not going..." I mumbled slowly.
  
  "What?" Ajia and Rudy asked at the same time.
  
  "I said I don't wanna go back home," I muttered, turning away.
  
  "...Why not?" Ajia asked.
  
  I sighed. "Well number one is just mainly I'll be in mega trouble."
  
  "Trouble? You were kidnapped."
  
  "No, you don't get it," I said. "If I hadn't gone out wandering in a burnt forest, none of this would have happened. Therefore, it's my fault. Them being afraid for me was practically the whole reason why I could never become a trainer, despite all those precautions the League took since five years ago. After all this, my parents would probably never let me go outside again."
  
  "You sound like there's another reason..." Ajia said.
  
  "Yeah," I muttered. "Even after I get a license, my parents won't let me go on a Pokémon journey, so that means that...that if I go back I'll have to go with them when...we...move."
  
  "What?! You can't move!" Rudy and Ajia yelled at almost the exact same time.
  
  "We were going to at the end of the school year. My parents were sick of the big city, mainly because of the crime. And this whole situation would make them want to even more," I explained. "Anyway, what's it to you guys if I move? You'll be off on your journeys," I muttered looking down.
  
  No one spoke for some time until Ajia finally asked, "Where would you have to move?"
  
  "Some stupid little mountain town in the middle of nowhere called New Bark," I said with spite.
  
  Spencer laughed. "Hey, that's funny-I lived there before I became a trainer."
  
  "Oh...er-" I started awkwardly.
  
  "Nah, that's okay," he said. Obviously he didn't have as much pride in his hometown as I did mine.
  
  "Wait," Ajia said, "couldn't I just fly you back, let you get your license and then you could leave?"
  
  "No, 'cause you need to be with a parent for them to give you the license, and you also need either your test, or a note from the Pokémon Handling teacher. That's what your dad did, right, Rudy?" I asked.
  
  "Huh? Oh, yeah..." he said.
  
  Ajia thought for a few seconds. "Dang, I can't think of any other possibilities. I think you're stuck, but...no...you can't go back and you can't move! I'll go back home and I can hide you in my closet and then we can play video games all the time!" she yelled randomly.
  
  I laughed, but then thought about the situation seriously. "I don't want to go back, but...if I don't, I'm stuck as an illegal trainer with a lizard, a pigeon, and a suicidal, mutated rat!" I ranted. "This is so stupid."
  
  Rudy laughed after I said that, but then he looked slightly alarmed. "Wait a minute...you're gonna keep that thing?" he asked, staring at Chibi.
  
  "Yeah, if I can get him to respect me. He could be a big help if he didn't hate practically everything in sight," I said, only exaggerating slightly. "I don't have his Poké Ball, so I'll just keep him until he wakes up and then explain the situation."
  
  "So if you're not going back home, and you're not allowed to battle in official competitions cause you're not a licensed trainer, then what are you gonna do? You can't just stay here," Ajia said, sounding concerned.
  
  I really hadn't thought about that. I was determined to find some other option, but I had to face it-there was no other option. "You're right," I sighed admittedly. "I'm being a retard I gotta go home. I can't battle, so I can't earn money, and I'd just end up like unsuccessful trainers that either have to go home anyway, or hang out on the streets, or-"
  
  "Or join Team Rocket," Ajia added with a laugh. "Come on, then," she said, pulling out a Poké Ball to release Aerodactyl, who stretched its wings and waited expectantly for Ajia to mount it. She climbed up onto its back and pulled me on behind her. Firestorm jumped up behind me and held onto my shirt with his clawed hands. I had almost forgotten he was there.
  
  "Alright then..." Spencer said, releasing his Pidgeot. The large bird of prey still looked worn out, but hadn't been wounded as badly as his other Pokémon. He mounted it and motioned to Rudy to get on behind him.
  
  I checked my watch and saw that it was now almost five. The sun was just beginning to sink beneath the horizon, casting an orange and scarlet glow across the sky, slowly blending into navy blue. I sighed as Aerodactyl and Pidgeot slowly ascended into the air and imagined what would happen when I got back. Sure, I would have definitely preferred it if the Team Rocket situation had never happened, but it had been my only chance of being on my own as a traveling Pokémon Trainer.
  
  Thinking about Team Rocket made me suddenly remember something else. Like lightning, I snatched my wallet out of my pocket and dug through it to find a small white card. I read it repeatedly with desperation, hope slowly spreading though me as I made my decision.
  
  "Ajia, turn back!" I said suddenly.
  
  "Er...why?" she asked.
  
  "I can't really explain it completely, but I need to get to Vermilion to learn more about the S.S. Anne's next journey," I explained.
  
  "Well, where's it going? I could take you straight there," Ajia offered.
  
  "Err, well...I don't really know," I admitted.
  
  "What?" Ajia asked, now thoroughly lost.
  
  "Okay, okay, here," I said, handing Ajia the card the guy with the Charizard had given me. "I'm not supposed to tell anyone, but it'll be fine if you know."
  
  Ajia quickly read the card and concentrated hard on it, as though trying to figure something out. Finally, she said, "It sounds pretty suspicious if you ask me. I mean, not telling where the ship's going or what you'll be doing."
  
  "That's just cause the guy who gave it to me didn't want Team Rocket to find out anything, just in case they found one of the cards. He was about your age," I added.
  
  "Okay..." Ajia said, still uncertain. She leaned forward and instructed her Aerodactyl to turn south. There was a slight whoosh of wind as it changed our course.
  
  "Hey, where're you going?" Rudy called out to us from atop Spencer's Pidgeot.
  
  "Vermilion," Ajia said simply, grinning at Rudy's puzzled look.
  
  "Rudy, when you get back home, tell my parents what happened and that I'm okay!" I yelled back to him.
  
  "But what's going on?!" he shouted.
  
  "I was chosen to do something, okay?" I said, deciding not to say anything more on the subject. Even if I'd wanted to, I couldn't, seeing as Aerodactyl was zooming away from Spencer, Rudy, and Pidgeot at an amazing rate, and we were now out of earshot. The ground whizzed by below us, and the air whipped at our faces. Finally, I caught a glimpse of the ocean in the distance as Aerodactyl slowly began to descend. It finally swooped low and landed just on the edge of Vermilion.
  
  "Well, good luck," Ajia said. "Are you just gonna stay at a Pokémon Center for a month?"
  
  "Yeah, probably," I said, knowing that it was cheap to stay in the rooms at Pokémon Centers, hospitals for Pokémon. Still holding onto Chibi's limp form, I dismounted Aerodactyl and watched it push off the ground to soar low above my head.
  
  "Here," Ajia said, rummaging in her backpack for a pencil and a piece of paper. She quickly scribbled something down and tossed it to me along with an unused Poké Ball. "For your Charmander. And just in case something else happens, that's my PokéGear number." I caught the ball, grabbed the small paper as it drifted down, and then waved to her. "I'll see you later, Jade!" Ajia called out before Aerodactyl streaked off into the distance.
  
  After the two of them had gone, I glanced back down at the Charmander at my heels, a bit perplexed at the fact that he had followed me all the way here.
  
  "So...does this mean you're staying with me?" I asked him.
  
  Firestorm looked up at me timidly, as though unsure of how to respond. "*I...well, you're my trainer now, right?*"
  
  I raised an eyebrow. "I guess...well, I never really captured you, but..." I trailed off awkwardly. Did wild Pokémon normally act like this? I had assumed that they'd usually resist going with a human as much as possible. Then again...if he did have a family and a home in that forest, it was likely all gone...there wasn't much he could go back to.
  
  "If you're sure it's what you want, then fine, you can come with me," I said, forcing a smile afterwards. Even though it probably wasn't right to think of it in this light, I couldn't deny that having a Charmander would be cool.
  
  I held up the Poké Ball that Ajia had given me and drew him into it with a flash of red. Almost immediately, the button on it turned white to show that Firestorm was contained in it and was now the only Pokémon that could be recalled into the ball.
  
  I walked on slowly through the outskirts of Vermilion, searching for the Pokémon Center, but keeping my eyes mainly on the vast expanse of sea that surrounded two sides of the city. I sighed as I slowly accepted what I had gotten myself into. Tomorrow was my fourteenth birthday...and it would be a day of new beginnings.
  
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