Post by Lunar on May 4, 2011 0:13:21 GMT -5
Sara Winters approached Zoroak mountain, Houndour and Zorua at her side. She was nervous, having never been so far from home before. Get a grip on yourself, Sara, she thought. You've wanted to go on this journey for a long time.
She took a second to glance at her two new pokemon. Houndour was walking by her side, occasionally stopping to sniff the grass. Getting impatient with his master, he grabbed Sara's pants, and proceeded to drag her to the mountain.
“Houndour!” she yelled. “Can't you just be patient?” she asked. Deep inside though, she had to admit that she was grateful. Sara didn't know if she could have gotten the courage to go on otherwise.
“Yeah,” said Zorua, tilting its head. “I want to see the mountain too, but do you really have to drag our owner around like that?”
“Yes!” replied Houndour, after spitting Sara's pants out. “We're never going to get anywhere otherwise. You'd know that too if you weren't just adopted by her!” He was glaring at the Zorua.
“Well, she just picked you up from that lab,” snarled Zorua. “You don't exactly know any better than me!” He suddenly jumped into the air, and landed on Houndour's back. Zorua slashed at Houndour with his claws.
“Stop it, you two!” yelled Sara, horrified at the fighting. “You guys are supposed to be working together, not fighting with eachother.” How am I supposed to be a good trainer if I can't even control my pokemon? she thought. The whole situation worried her, and she only hoped they could eventually get along.
“Sorry,” muttered Zorua, getting off Houndour. “We won't do it again.” Houndour nodded in agreement.
“Good,” said Sara, though she had a feeling this was far from over. “Now let's continue this trip peacefully, or I'll end up recalling both of you.” Sara met it too. There was no use going into a battle with weakened pokemon.
True to their word, Houndour and Zorua hadn't fought again. Actually, neither had said a word since their altercation. Sara sighed. She wanted them to actually be friends, not completely ignore eachother.
Suddenly, Houndour perked his ears up, and barked. He ran off ahead of the two, darting inbetween some trees on their left. Sara turned to Zorua, wondering if he had something to do with this strange behavior. Either that, or the lab gave her a crazy pokemon.
“Well, it looks like we have a Houndour to chase,” said Sara, motioning for Zorua to follow her. “I sure hope you had nothing to do with this,” she added for good measure.
“I didn't do anything,” yelled Zorua, glaring at Sara. “You just have a crazy Houndour. Why couldn't you choose a more normal pokemon?” The black pokemon than ran off after Houndour, before Sara could yell at him again.
Sara ran after her two crazy pokemon. Will I have to deal with this stuff everyday from now on? she wondered. She really wasn't looking forward to that. I wonder what had Houndour going so crazy anyway...might of just been a wild pokemon or something.
"Croconaw, Water Gun that stupid thing!" yelled a voice in the distance. Oh dear, thought Sara. It came from the same direction Houndour ran off in, after all. She quickened her pace, trying to get there as fast as possible.
The sight almost made her gasp. A guy dressed in black was there, ordering his Croconaw around. Houndour was a few feet away, gasping for breath. He looked exhausted, but had a determined look in its gaze. He then turned towards Sara and Zorua. "Finally! This stupid guy is a thief! Help me defeat him!"
"I'm not a thief, you impudent little Houndour," denied the guy. "I'm merely taking all the pokemon here on a nice, little trip." Houndour growled in response, clearly not believing a word he said. Okay, thought Sara, maybe Houndour isn't all that crazy after all. Though really, I don't think he stands a chance against a Croconaw.
"Zorua, can you help him out?" asked Sara, feeling out of her league. She had no idea exactly what she walked into, but it really didn't look too good.
"Are you crazy?" replied Zorua, snapping back. "That guy has a Croconaw and who knows how many other pokemon, not to mention there might be even more of them here. We'll be crushed. No, better to flee, or think up a better strategy than hack and slash."
Just great... thought Sara. None of my pokemon will listen me. I really am a horrible trainer.
"Haha, little girl," said the guy. "You can't do anything against us. Croconaw, finish off that..." He then paused, as another guy came rushing through the bushes. He crashed right into him, panting..
"David..." he panted, exhausted. "My group ran into trouble, and needs some reinforcements. Would you mind helping us out?"
"Sure, I'm coming," replied the guy. "Come on, Croconaw." 'David' then turned to Sara, Houndour, and Zorua. "Don't think this is over yet, you three. You merely got off on a technicality. I'd suggest taking that Zorua's advice and getting as far away from this place as possible, or you won't like the consequences." He then ran off in the direction of the first guy.
“Come on, let’s follow him,” announced Houndour. “We have to stop them!”
Zorua sniffed the ground. “Idiot! Didn’t you just hear what he just said? We’re going to be running straight into trouble. Going out there is suicidal!”
“That doesn’t matter!” yelled back Houndour, spitting fire at Zorua. Zorua dodged the strikes. “What matters is that innocent pokemon are being harmed! We have to go stop the bad guys!”
“Why?” asked Zorua. “Isn’t that something the police are supposed to handle? We’re just two level one pokemon. What do you expect us to do anyway? Scare them off?”
“I think we can do it, actually,” replied Houndour. “But if you want to stay here, and feel guilty when I get killed,than so be it.” Houndour then ran off, following the scent the guy left.
“Wait up, Houndour!” yelled Sara, running after her wayward pokemon again. “Why can’t you two just get along, and stop arguing over this stuff?”
Zorua sat alone in the clearing, staring at his surroundings. He hated to admit it, but he was worried over Sara and the insane Houndour. How were they supposed to beat a bunch of pokemon theives when both of them lacked common sense? He sighed. It looked like he would have to go after them after all. Why, out of all the trainers at the adoption center, did he get saddled with those two?
“Croconaw, use Surf on that stupid Zoroark!” yelled the thief, concentrating on the battle. Croconaw obeyed, and sent a stream of water at the guardian of the mountain. Zoruark got hit, but he quickly shook it off, and continued to retaliate against the Croconaw.
Suddenly, Houndour ran into the scene, and sent a quick Ember at the Croconaw. The Croconaw, being resistant to fire, quickly shook it off, but it gave Zoroark the opening he needed. He started slashing at the Croconaw with his claws, until the alligator pokemon finally got tired of this whole display.
“Thanks,” said Zoroark to the Houndour, “but there is more where that guy came from. Be ready, you two.”
Sure enough, they found 2 thieves, along with a Pidgeotto and Ivysaur battling the wild pokemon. Houndour turned, and aimed another Ember at the Ivysaur. Despite the huge level difference, the ember scorched its leaves a bit, and the pokemon cried out. It started lashing its vines around, hitting Houndour, who cried in pain. He could barely take those vines.
Suddenly, a black blur showed up, and pushed the Houndour out of the way. Houndour tumbled on the ground, a bit shaken, but otherwise alright. He looked over, only to see a familiar pokemon.
“Zorua, you came back!” yelled Houndour.
“I couldn’t just leave you and the trainer to get yourselves killed,” he replied, while trying to dodge the onslaught of vines. He then growled at Houndour. “Please don’t make me regret this.”
“Of course,” replied Houndour, returning back to the fray. He mainly ran around, and shot ember attacks at the opponents. He couldn’t really do much else. Finally, finally, the pokemon were defeated, but it was mainly thanks to Zoroark.
“Thank you,” said Zoroark. “I appreciate your help.” Zorua looked confused at this. They had barely done anything, after all. “Houndour, Zorua, you two work better together than you do apart. Remember that, and just be there for eachother.” Zoroark ended his speech with that, leaving those two to figure it out. Petty quarreling wouldn't get them anywhere.
Houndour and Zorua looked at eachother. How did Zoroark know of their disagreements? They both nodded to Zoroark though, taking his advice in the end.
“Does this mean you two will actually try to get along now?” asked Sara. It was a nice thought, but it might be too much to hope for.
“I wanted to get along with him since the beginning,” said Houndour. “He just doesn’t make it easy.” He was wagging his tail, and liking the prospect of a new friend.
“I guess I can try,” replied Zorua. “Just no more stupid stunts please. I don't think I can take anymore of them."
“That wasn’t stupid!” yelled Houndour. “That was helping a poor pokemon in need! Do you want your poor brethren to be taken from their homes!?"
“Save that for when you’ve had more battle experience, then,” replied Zorua. “You’re lucky Zorark was there, or you’d have fainted. End of story.”
“Guys,” said Sara. “You two are doing it again.” She supposed some things would never change. Those two were just met to argue.
“Sorry,” they both mumbled, but the trainer simply didn’t believe it. She heard it way too many times before.
She took a second to glance at her two new pokemon. Houndour was walking by her side, occasionally stopping to sniff the grass. Getting impatient with his master, he grabbed Sara's pants, and proceeded to drag her to the mountain.
“Houndour!” she yelled. “Can't you just be patient?” she asked. Deep inside though, she had to admit that she was grateful. Sara didn't know if she could have gotten the courage to go on otherwise.
“Yeah,” said Zorua, tilting its head. “I want to see the mountain too, but do you really have to drag our owner around like that?”
“Yes!” replied Houndour, after spitting Sara's pants out. “We're never going to get anywhere otherwise. You'd know that too if you weren't just adopted by her!” He was glaring at the Zorua.
“Well, she just picked you up from that lab,” snarled Zorua. “You don't exactly know any better than me!” He suddenly jumped into the air, and landed on Houndour's back. Zorua slashed at Houndour with his claws.
“Stop it, you two!” yelled Sara, horrified at the fighting. “You guys are supposed to be working together, not fighting with eachother.” How am I supposed to be a good trainer if I can't even control my pokemon? she thought. The whole situation worried her, and she only hoped they could eventually get along.
“Sorry,” muttered Zorua, getting off Houndour. “We won't do it again.” Houndour nodded in agreement.
“Good,” said Sara, though she had a feeling this was far from over. “Now let's continue this trip peacefully, or I'll end up recalling both of you.” Sara met it too. There was no use going into a battle with weakened pokemon.
True to their word, Houndour and Zorua hadn't fought again. Actually, neither had said a word since their altercation. Sara sighed. She wanted them to actually be friends, not completely ignore eachother.
Suddenly, Houndour perked his ears up, and barked. He ran off ahead of the two, darting inbetween some trees on their left. Sara turned to Zorua, wondering if he had something to do with this strange behavior. Either that, or the lab gave her a crazy pokemon.
“Well, it looks like we have a Houndour to chase,” said Sara, motioning for Zorua to follow her. “I sure hope you had nothing to do with this,” she added for good measure.
“I didn't do anything,” yelled Zorua, glaring at Sara. “You just have a crazy Houndour. Why couldn't you choose a more normal pokemon?” The black pokemon than ran off after Houndour, before Sara could yell at him again.
Sara ran after her two crazy pokemon. Will I have to deal with this stuff everyday from now on? she wondered. She really wasn't looking forward to that. I wonder what had Houndour going so crazy anyway...might of just been a wild pokemon or something.
"Croconaw, Water Gun that stupid thing!" yelled a voice in the distance. Oh dear, thought Sara. It came from the same direction Houndour ran off in, after all. She quickened her pace, trying to get there as fast as possible.
The sight almost made her gasp. A guy dressed in black was there, ordering his Croconaw around. Houndour was a few feet away, gasping for breath. He looked exhausted, but had a determined look in its gaze. He then turned towards Sara and Zorua. "Finally! This stupid guy is a thief! Help me defeat him!"
"I'm not a thief, you impudent little Houndour," denied the guy. "I'm merely taking all the pokemon here on a nice, little trip." Houndour growled in response, clearly not believing a word he said. Okay, thought Sara, maybe Houndour isn't all that crazy after all. Though really, I don't think he stands a chance against a Croconaw.
"Zorua, can you help him out?" asked Sara, feeling out of her league. She had no idea exactly what she walked into, but it really didn't look too good.
"Are you crazy?" replied Zorua, snapping back. "That guy has a Croconaw and who knows how many other pokemon, not to mention there might be even more of them here. We'll be crushed. No, better to flee, or think up a better strategy than hack and slash."
Just great... thought Sara. None of my pokemon will listen me. I really am a horrible trainer.
"Haha, little girl," said the guy. "You can't do anything against us. Croconaw, finish off that..." He then paused, as another guy came rushing through the bushes. He crashed right into him, panting..
"David..." he panted, exhausted. "My group ran into trouble, and needs some reinforcements. Would you mind helping us out?"
"Sure, I'm coming," replied the guy. "Come on, Croconaw." 'David' then turned to Sara, Houndour, and Zorua. "Don't think this is over yet, you three. You merely got off on a technicality. I'd suggest taking that Zorua's advice and getting as far away from this place as possible, or you won't like the consequences." He then ran off in the direction of the first guy.
“Come on, let’s follow him,” announced Houndour. “We have to stop them!”
Zorua sniffed the ground. “Idiot! Didn’t you just hear what he just said? We’re going to be running straight into trouble. Going out there is suicidal!”
“That doesn’t matter!” yelled back Houndour, spitting fire at Zorua. Zorua dodged the strikes. “What matters is that innocent pokemon are being harmed! We have to go stop the bad guys!”
“Why?” asked Zorua. “Isn’t that something the police are supposed to handle? We’re just two level one pokemon. What do you expect us to do anyway? Scare them off?”
“I think we can do it, actually,” replied Houndour. “But if you want to stay here, and feel guilty when I get killed,than so be it.” Houndour then ran off, following the scent the guy left.
“Wait up, Houndour!” yelled Sara, running after her wayward pokemon again. “Why can’t you two just get along, and stop arguing over this stuff?”
Zorua sat alone in the clearing, staring at his surroundings. He hated to admit it, but he was worried over Sara and the insane Houndour. How were they supposed to beat a bunch of pokemon theives when both of them lacked common sense? He sighed. It looked like he would have to go after them after all. Why, out of all the trainers at the adoption center, did he get saddled with those two?
“Croconaw, use Surf on that stupid Zoroark!” yelled the thief, concentrating on the battle. Croconaw obeyed, and sent a stream of water at the guardian of the mountain. Zoruark got hit, but he quickly shook it off, and continued to retaliate against the Croconaw.
Suddenly, Houndour ran into the scene, and sent a quick Ember at the Croconaw. The Croconaw, being resistant to fire, quickly shook it off, but it gave Zoroark the opening he needed. He started slashing at the Croconaw with his claws, until the alligator pokemon finally got tired of this whole display.
“Thanks,” said Zoroark to the Houndour, “but there is more where that guy came from. Be ready, you two.”
Sure enough, they found 2 thieves, along with a Pidgeotto and Ivysaur battling the wild pokemon. Houndour turned, and aimed another Ember at the Ivysaur. Despite the huge level difference, the ember scorched its leaves a bit, and the pokemon cried out. It started lashing its vines around, hitting Houndour, who cried in pain. He could barely take those vines.
Suddenly, a black blur showed up, and pushed the Houndour out of the way. Houndour tumbled on the ground, a bit shaken, but otherwise alright. He looked over, only to see a familiar pokemon.
“Zorua, you came back!” yelled Houndour.
“I couldn’t just leave you and the trainer to get yourselves killed,” he replied, while trying to dodge the onslaught of vines. He then growled at Houndour. “Please don’t make me regret this.”
“Of course,” replied Houndour, returning back to the fray. He mainly ran around, and shot ember attacks at the opponents. He couldn’t really do much else. Finally, finally, the pokemon were defeated, but it was mainly thanks to Zoroark.
“Thank you,” said Zoroark. “I appreciate your help.” Zorua looked confused at this. They had barely done anything, after all. “Houndour, Zorua, you two work better together than you do apart. Remember that, and just be there for eachother.” Zoroark ended his speech with that, leaving those two to figure it out. Petty quarreling wouldn't get them anywhere.
Houndour and Zorua looked at eachother. How did Zoroark know of their disagreements? They both nodded to Zoroark though, taking his advice in the end.
“Does this mean you two will actually try to get along now?” asked Sara. It was a nice thought, but it might be too much to hope for.
“I wanted to get along with him since the beginning,” said Houndour. “He just doesn’t make it easy.” He was wagging his tail, and liking the prospect of a new friend.
“I guess I can try,” replied Zorua. “Just no more stupid stunts please. I don't think I can take anymore of them."
“That wasn’t stupid!” yelled Houndour. “That was helping a poor pokemon in need! Do you want your poor brethren to be taken from their homes!?"
“Save that for when you’ve had more battle experience, then,” replied Zorua. “You’re lucky Zorark was there, or you’d have fainted. End of story.”
“Guys,” said Sara. “You two are doing it again.” She supposed some things would never change. Those two were just met to argue.
“Sorry,” they both mumbled, but the trainer simply didn’t believe it. She heard it way too many times before.
