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The City of the Ancient Future; Risket obtains her first Pokemon...ish? X3
Topic Started: Nov 22 2014, 11:30 AM (169 Views)
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*Ooh! Parietes City was a really nice city, indeed! The castles and homes were elegant and more than just a few people were out and about in things that might be commonplace for them, but appeared to Risket as fanciful costumes. Risk especially loved the few higher-up ladies' flowing, voluminous gowns. Oh, she very much wanted to try one on. She started heading towards a shop, her eye on a pink, lacy dress in the display window, *when she stopped herself. Would it not be incredibly embarrassing to be seen in some girly get-up like that? The humiliation was too high a price to pay to let Risk be happy for a short moment. *Though this decision saddened her, Risket ended up changing her path and not entering the little dress shop. She knew that she had to listen to reason. If she didn't, Rocket would be mad at her. She began looking around for something else that might take her fancy without possibly earning disapproval. After all, if she stayed on good behavior, perhaps Rocket would not make her retreat too soon.

Before Risket knew it, a hard, metallic object smacked her in the back of the head. Her thin golden-brown hair was not much of a cushion, and the impact stung! *"Hey! What do you think you-" she began, but before she knew it, she was ripped from the physical world and disappeared in a flash of red energy.

Suddenly, the girl was in unfamiliar surroundings. She was in a large, dark, hollow chamber. It was cold, and the air was stale. Risket was infuriated by this and began bashing her side into the metallic walls. In her angry actions, she discovered that the walls were, in fact, rounded metal. It didn't take long before Rocket realized that she had, in fact, been sucked into a Pokeball! Upon noting this, her thrashings only grew more frantic. She had not planned to get caught today. After all, she was human! *Part of her deep inside disagreed, reminding Rocket of her Pokemon side. She felt bad for Rocket, and seemed apologetic. "This is all my fault..." the voice seemed to whisper. There was an unmistakable dejected feeling that Risk gave off. *Risket mentally told herself to shut up. She would not give up so soon. She beat upon the walls until, finally, something gave way. In another burst of energy, Risket reappeared where she had been standing a moment ago.

The tiny girl quickly turned around, brows drawn low in anger. She looked for the thrower of the capturing device. Fires of fury burned within her eyes. "Who... did... this?" she said very slowly, very menacingly. A boy stood nearby. Before seeing Risket's enraged face, his features had held a disappointed expression. However, the intimidating aura she now put off was undeniable.

He made a fast attempt to look like a casual passerby, averting his gaze and whistling. Of course, that is always an obvious sign that someone is faking it, and Rocket wasn't dense. She heavily, deliberately picket up the Pokeball she had just fought her way out of. She advanced toward the stranger, ball in hand. He looked further the other way, and his whistling increased a little in pitch and speed. That's right, kid! you'd better be afraid, Risket thought. A very fake, very forced smile spread across the little Pokemorph's face. She tapped the boy on the shoulder. He tentatively turned to look at Risket. Anyone nearby could tell that he knew he was in trouble. He had messed with the wrong morph.

"You dropped this?" Rocket trilled. She held out one hand, with the Pokeball resting on her palm. "Uhh, m-maybe, yeah..." the stranger stuttered, reaching carefully to take back the ball. However, Risket's fingers curled around the ball and she quickly drew her hand back. "That's what I thought." The irritated smile fell from her face as if it had peeled off and dropped to the floor. A terrifyingly empty look filled her features. She stood still for a short moment *before leaning to whisper softly in the boy's ear, "You should probably run now."

He did not hesitate to take her advice.

*The moment the boy took off, Risket pulled back her small, slender arm and let 'er rip. The Pokeball zoomed through the air and smacked into the back of the boy's head. It also turned out that Risket was not the only 'morph in the area, as this stranger was temporarily sucked into the Pokeball. Instead of slowly shaking to signify the battle between Pokeball and Pokemon, the device began shivering violently and rolling around. This continued for a good two minutes. Risket found herself needing to stifle several yawns as the ball flashed red-white-red-white. It felt like it had taken too long before the ball stopped, and the boy broke free in a flash of red light at last.

"H-hey! Is that a challenge?" the Pokemorph whined in indignation. "If it is, you'd better prepare yourself 'cause you've got no chance against ME!" The strangest type of battle had then commenced. It was a special type of battle that could only occur between two very specific types of Pokemorphs and it was generally viewed morally as 'just plain wrong'. Let the Capture Battle begin! Rocket didn't waste any time in rushing in for an attack. The small 'morph charged in, puffy ears showing up on her head alongside a cream-colored cottonball tail. She had reached the Gijinka stage of morphing. She leapt off the ground to perform a Jump Kick attack. The boy -almost- got out of the way on time. He took the Fighting-type move to the knee. Too bad. Maybe if Risket hadn't been so short, she could have landed a hit to the face. Either way, the move seemed to do what it needed to. A popping sound was heard and her opponent was brought to the ground. He quickly looked up at her, and there was a fierce competitive look in his solid-blue eyes. Buneary ears also appeared for him.

It must be too big of a coincidence, them both being the same type of morph with the same Pokemon. Knowing this, Rocket charged in for another attack -- she would try Bounce this time. She leapt high up in the air, to the point where she was invulnerable to most attacks that this stranger could pull off. She fell from the sky at a high speed and made impact with her foe just a little too soon. He had Bounced up to meet her and the collision sent them both flying. If he knew Bounce too, then maybe he really was another Buneary. Of course, that could have been a Copycat, a Me First, or a Transformed follow-up. Risket had no way to tell. All she could do was keep attacking. She rushed in for another Jump Kick. This time, her opponent saw it coming and leapt out of the way. Rocket crashed into a building a little ways away. That definitely hurt.

Behind her, a sort of self-confident snicker was heard. Risket stood up, but while she was still facing the wall, she took a Jump Kick to the back. She was again slammed into the hard wall, and her cheek scraped against it in a way that left the skin red, raw, and close to bleeding. *Risk seemed to have a plan. Let me take over, Rocket. Please? she thought. Rocket agreed to concede, but only for a moment. Gingerly wiping at her cheek with her sleeve, Risket turned back to face the boy.

She hid the pain on her face and gave the boy an apologetic smile. "Looks like I just underestimated you," she said. "Can we stop now? This hurts." She held out her hand as if implying that she would like to 'shake on it'. Taken off guard by the change of pace and feeling proud of himself, the boy said "So I guess that means I win." He reached to shake Risket's hand. A grin flashed onto Risk's face. He took the bait. The moment their hands made contact, Risk caused a wave of electricity to flow from the sky down into her arm, and from there to the boy. His eyes widened as he felt the painful shock of the electric current. The Thunderbolt had been a direct hit. The other Pokemorph's hand let go immediately and his arm fell limp. He stood there, eyes still held open and unblinking. He looked shocked, like a deer in headlights. Now that he was Paralyzed, finishing the battle should be easy.

Retrieving the Pokeball casually as if she had all the time in the world, Risket had a cheerful smile on her face. She returned with the device after a few seconds. The boy had not moved. That was too bad for him. Risket viewed this as a unique type of 'stand-up' comedy. It was comedic, the way he stood there fainted, paralyzed, and unmoving while she was able to approach and reach her tiny arm up to his forehead. She bumped the Pokeball she held against his skin lightly, and that was all it took. She held the Pokeball in her hand and the capture was instantaneous. It looked like she had won. *Rocket resumed control and posed an intriguing question that hadn't occurred to Risket earlier: What now? The first thing people usually did when they caught a normal Pokemon was to bring them to the Pokemon Center. Rocket decided that might be a good place to start, and so she walked over to the nearest one.

It was only a few blocks away, and it was a charming building. It had an antique look to it, but it was clearly stable and functioning. Risket let out her new catch just outside of the Center doors. It seemed that he was still dazed, but awake. Risket was able to take a closer look at the boy. He had red bangs, but the rest of his hair was a dark gray color. His brows were small and thick and were the same red as his bangs. He had a slightly pointed nose. The most shocking observation she made, though, was that his extra features were no longer those of a Buneary. His ears were triangular and gray and his tail was puffy with a red tip. Those began to retreat before Risket could identify them, though, and he went back to looking almost perfectly human. He seemed to still be stuck paralyzed, because his eyes were still wide and motionless.

Risket was about to prod him with another Thunderbolt when his gaze snapped to the hand that was about to poke him. She had been planning to diffuse the paralysis by changing the electric current to be less harmful, but it looked like he didn't need it. He jumped back from her with a yelp. "What? What happened? Did I lose? Did I really just lose?" he squeaked. He seemed to be freaking out. Rocket nodded. He did not seem to like that and quickly turned to run away, but he was still exhausted enough that he only got a few steps away before he could not keep it up, and pressed his fingertips to his temples. Did he have a headache?

He began to sway slightly, as if he were about to topple over. *Risket hurried over to his side and helped support him so he didn't fall. "Come on. We're at a Pokemon Center. You need some rest now. We can sort out the details later." She helped him take a few steps back to the Center and led him inside. Nurse Joy gave the two a concerned look. "My... friend... is hurt," she said, with a hidden note of uncertainty ringing in the word 'friend'. The Nurse agreed to do what she could to help him out. Normally, the center was for Pokemon, but what could she do when someone needed her help?

After the Nurse had sent for some help to take care of the injured Morph, Risket found herself in silence. She had just caught her first Pokemon, and it was a morph like herself. This was not what she had expected for her life -- not at all. She had figured she would pick up a Pokemon in a lab somewhere and start a traditional journey, but, no. With too much time to reflect on the happenings of that sunny day, she got out her PokeGear. With the internet capabilities that she had installed in it, she looked up "gray red fur blue eyes pokemon" and hit 'search'. Some of the first results showed off a Zorua. Being rather unfamiliar with other Pokemons' traits and moves, she looked to Rocket for help. *She recognized it as a Pokemon of illusion, which would make sense if it could temporarily look like a Buneary. However, that still didn't explain why he could use the same moves as her. It took Risket a moment to remember that Zorua really can learn Bounce, and it has the ability to be a natural-born Copycat. Both of the above possibilities were enough explanation. It was certain; Risket caught a Zorua!... Pokemorph.

Holding his head in one hand, the boy followed a pair of Happiny out from a room in the back. His blue eyes scanned the lounge that Risket had been waiting in. When he finally caught sight of the girl, he approached slowly and unwillingly. Risket slipped her PokeGear back into her pocket. She made a decision. "I'm releasing you," she announced in a blank voice. He paused in place. He squinted at Rocket with a confused expression. "I must have heard you wrong... there must still be something wrong with my head," he responded faintly. Rocket rolled her heterochromatic eyes.

"I'm letting you go. You want that, right?" she asked. It was meant to be a rhetorical question. However, the other 'morph didn't seem to see it that way, and gave her a response again. "...But you won. Why would you just..." he trailed off, puzzled. With a sigh, Risket was about to prove her point. She picked up her Pokeball and was about to release the morph right there. However, he sprinted over to her and grasped her wrist in a restraining manner. "Are you making fun of me? Were you toying with me the whole time in our battle? With that stunt you pulled at the end, I would definitely believe it. Are you messing with me?" he began spewing questions rapidly. He seemed pretty bugged. "No. You're not allowed to do that to people. I won't let you. I'm staying," he said stubbornly. He let go of Risket and folded his arms to show that he wasn't budging on this. Rocket got a feeling that she really couldn't do anything about it if he refused to go.

"Okay then. What is your name?" she demanded coldly. She made sure to avoid sounding like she had just been defeated in that argument. "Crevan," the boy replied simply. He stood firm as if he still wasn't sure that Risket was not about to try to release him again. "Well then, Crevan. I am Rocket, *and I'm also Risk, *but most people acknowledge me as Risket. Since you won't do as I say yet you insist on staying in my possession, you do not get the privilege of calling me any of those. You will address me as 'Ma'am' or 'Mistress' unless I say otherwise. Are we clear?" Rocket said, using the same tone with Craven as she did with Risk -- one that made it clear that she was the dominant one, and there would be no changing that. "Yes, Ma'am," Craven replied obediently. How embarrassing it must have been -- this boy had just been pwned by a little eleven-year-old girl.


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