@pokemondragon: Thanks a lot man, glad to see you're still enjoying it! :D
@Romeo: This was intiailly supposed to be some form of epilogue, but given the vast amount of location shifts, events going on and such, it wouldn't have made any real sense attempting to condense it into a single wall of text. I had the option of making it a sequel, but I already consider Legend Hunters to be it's sequel, so that fanfiction converstion will come in due course.
tl;dr This isn't the sequel, the sequel's yet to come.
On that note, chapter 18 is now up, guys! :)
- 10/23/2012 12:21:49 AM Posted in: Pokémon Fanfiction
10/19/2012 1:11:58 PM
Posted in: Pokémon FanfictionQuote from Vaporiser »Really looking forward to the rest of this; keep up the masterpiece!
Thanks a lot! I'll be sure to do my best for this, hopefully I'll do a better wrapping job this time...
10/19/2012 1:08:33 PM
Posted in: Pokémon FanfictionQuote from Ryokona-Hero »Quote from Vaporiser »Quote from Hutjung »Dead Boy Walking - Part 5 - by Can we stick to Sniper? I like Sniper. Hutjung if necessary.
Holy crap you're alive!
Haha, I'll admit it's been a while! XD
10/19/2012 1:13:16 AM
Dead Boy Walking - Part 5 - by Can we stick to Sniper? I like Sniper. Hutjung if necessary.Posted in: Pokémon Fanfiction
10/19/2012 1:11:15 AM
Reserved for Chapter 20. (It's gonna hit 20? Wow.)Posted in: Pokémon Fanfiction
10/19/2012 1:10:36 AM
Reserved for Chapter 19.Posted in: Pokémon Fanfiction
10/19/2012 1:10:06 AM
Posted in: Pokémon FanfictionChapter 18The Four Piece Puzzle
Cynthia shook her head as the main doors to the center closed behind Jack, and went back inside towards where his bed was. She opened the door to the partition, and closed it behind her.
'He's not coming back, I take it?'
The origin of the voice came from the other person in the room, the local gym leader, Candice.
'I sincerely doubt it...he's not in a good state, and he is also a very independent character.'
Candice sighed, getting up out of her seat and pulling her jacket on.
'Shall we talk about this at the café? I know you've got a few things to ask, Cynthia.'
'Certainly...I still want to know how you found him.'
'I'll let you know when we get there.'
Candice wasn't in her recognisable, childish attire in the pokémon center, she had elected for a rather more sophiscated and grown-up look with an almost business-like feel to it. Whilst her white shirt remained, the cuffs were done up, and was complemented with a black blazer and trouser combination that personified a more cool, seemingly out-of-character version of her well-known self. To the residents of Snowpoint, however, this was actually how she was more commonly known. With few challenges coming at this stage of the League pryamid, and few public appearances due to the remoteness of the city, she was able to get away with a different persona whilst out and about. Even as far as the Survival Area of the Battle Zone island, exactly where they were headed.
They arrived at the Battleground, and Candice rather promptly took a seat. Cynthia went over towards the barista at the main desk and asked for the doors to be locked. They were, and she sat back down with Candice. Candice had taken her jacket off and hung it around the back of her chair, and had leant back slightly in her chair.
'Right then. Matters of business to attend to regarding Mr. Smith.'
'Cynthia, you don't have to be so formal here.'
'This is someone who beat me with my non-League, unrestricted team...this is quite important, and I'd rather act formally about something like this.'
'Wait, so he properly beat you with-'
'Yes. With relative ease, too. Nobody managed that feat since Blue a few years ago, and up until that point, well, there was no one who managed it.'
'That makes sense, sorry I didn't get in contact sooner then, I didn't recognise him if I'm honest. Name was only slightly familiar.'
'There were technical issues at Snowpoint that day, wasn't there?'
'We were all stuck inside the gym without any TV or radio. It was only after he woke up and was able to talk that we found out more about him.'
'...which brings me onto my first question, Candice. Where did you find him?'
'A few people had found him washed up on a small shore towards the west of Lake Acuity. That shore was at the bottom of a cliff face though, so the guys that found what...well, we thought was a body, called us at the gym to help out. There were no challengers about, so I headed there myself too.'
'What kind of state was he in?'
'The doctors described it better than I could off my own back. Various head trauma, fractured skull, dislocated shoulder and elbow, internal bruising as well apparently. When we found him, he was paler than an Abomasnow, but he had a pulse going, so we brought him back. The guys at the center did some chest pounding, and he was breathing again shortly after.'
'You said he was in a coma, how long for?'
'...I'm sorry, weeks?!'
'Yeah. But he didn't need life support and was going just fine on his own. He was tube fed and watered, so he got the stuff he needed. He didn't exactly heal quickly, though.'
'When he came to, how did he explain himself?'
'...as in, his story?'
'He didn't, really. Just said he had an accident, was knocked-out, which would've explained the head injuries, and he couldn't remember a thing after that. He didn't say what happened before his accident, but...'
'I don't know, he seemed very odd when we asked him about the accident. Almost going on the defensive...'
'That'd be because he's hiding something, Candice.'
'That much is obvious, but we don't know why or what he's hiding.'
Cynthia paused for a second, before she turned towards the barista behind the bar.
'Sorry, we're going to be talking confidental information from here-on-in.'
He nodded to the Champion, and headed out the back. Candice looked from one face to the other repeatedly for a second, totally bemused.
'Mr. Smith was formulating a plan to kill Cresselia.'
'...bull****, Cynthia. That's total-'
'I am being deadly serious here, Candice. Before our battle, I had confronted him in the library at Canalave, and he was rather open about what he was going to do. There was a short skirmish inside the library before we were rather embarrassingly requested to leave. The battle itself was unfortunately very well documented, with a few helicopters coming in once they had realised I was having my first public battle for five years. Towards the end, I was losing and, frankly, at that point, I didn't care what happened next. My only intention was to stop him from going ahead with his plan to kill Cresselia, so with only Garchomp left, I exploited the positive side of his character, by faking an attempted suicide.'
'Okay, Cynthia, this really wasn't covered in the news...'
'I requested it not to be. The ploy was knowing that all of his flying-types, save for a Togekiss, were gone, I'd get him to use that to save me from falling to my death. All the meanwhile, he'd suffer the wrath of a Garchomp destroying the Canalave Bridge beneath his own feet.'
Candice looked on totally shocked.
'...you're the first person who knows what I truly meant to do there, Candice. I'd prefer it to stay that way.'
'You tried to kill him?'
'I'll put it this way. I tried to stop him, via any means necessary. Now had he not sent his Togekiss to help me, he would never have been able to get out of that city alive anyway, for I would've been killed. Knowing him from previous encounters, however, I just knew he wouldn't let that happen. So my only real option was to take advantage of that. The only injuries he received, however, were a dislocated shoulder and elbow...'
'So how the **** did he end up in the sea?'
'I don't know. His Togekiss flew me well away from the City, so it was a few hours after that before I managed to get back into Canalave. The only possible reasoning could be that he flew out to Cresselia's island and was simply thrown off of it.'
'Wow, so it turns out that Cresselia's got a vicious side to her!'
'No, I really doubt that is the case. The bringer of good dreams doesn't seem like the type to act vicious towards a human being...I'm sure that something, or someone else would've done this.'
'No, it was a full moon. I'm just trying to remember what he said before he stormed off earlier...'
'Take your time.'
'He was ranting at me, acting rather arrogant, and pointed out an encounter with La-'
Cynthia's eyes suddenly widened, looking into blank space.
'Latias, Eon pokémon from the Hoenn region. Characteristically a very, very well-natured pokemon, but he said at the center that he, and I quote, pissed her off and lived to tell the tale...'
'I'm sorry, Cynthia, I'm totally confused now. Why did Jack want to kill Cresselia again?'
'He wanted to kill Cresselia as means of revenge for the destruction of the S.S. Aqua about eight years ago, which he managed to survive, as well as his parents, but as he became estranged from them both, he went missing for around six years after the disaster, he was announced dead shortly after the event took place, along with all of the other passengers on board. He wanted to find 'answers' from Cresselia as to why she sunk the vessel...but my guess is that his plan didn't exactly come to fruition.'
'So when he was on the island with Cresselia...d'you reckon Latias was there too?'
'Possibly...this is becoming rather complex...'
'Cynthia, I've just remembered something...'
'He mentioned a girl he was with...was there a girl with him at all?'
'No, not when we were battl- the library...'
'Not when we were battling, but in the library, he was having conversation with a similarly-aged woman who I believe was also seeking out Cresselia...the problem is that I don't know her name.'
'...if you find her, she'll be able to give a clearer picture?'
Cynthia stood up, and started pacing around the empty café.
'What did she look like?'
'Blonde hair, cut short, clearly visible tan, rather well-built figur- FLO!'
'Yes! That's how he adressed her before we went downstairs for our battle, her name was Flo...'
'Candice, she's one person out of several million-'
'Cynthia. You have a name, an exact location at an exact time, she was travelling with a trainer who got into a public battle with the Champion of the region for the first time in five years, before, I assume, flying off towards the island where Cresselia stayed...get yourself to Canalave and find out if she was still hanging around at all.'
Cynthia looked at Candice for a moment, before briskly walking towards the main door.
'We're leaving now!'
Candice shouted out towards the back, quickly getting her jacket back on and leaving the building with Cynthia.
'So you're gonna find this Flo, then?'
'Absolutely, taking your advice here, Candice.'
The door closed behind them, and the barista re-emerged from the cooldown room, dialling away on a phone. He threw his towel onto the serving bar, and sat on a chair behind it.
'They asked me to leave the room, so I didn't catch some of the conversation, but they said there were going after somebody called Flo...something about going on the defensive about hiding a story, but I didn't catch what it was...not a problem.'
He put the phone back down, picked up the towel, and continued wiping the bar clean.
10/19/2012 1:09:31 AM
Hey guys, Sniper here! Sorry for the long wait for part 5, must be a couple weeks now- oh wait, it's been 20 months...ah.Posted in: Pokémon Fanfiction
As it's been so long since this was updated, people have come and gone etc. etc. I'll post up links to the first four parts for your guy's reading pleasure. It might not make a whole lot of sense otherwise, I'm afraid.
To those who've read it all already, part 4 was never the end. The gap between that and this chapter will be explained in Chapter 18. Don't worry, I've got this. (:
And now that's the admin taken care of...here we go again, with a shorter chapter than normal. You'll see why soon enough.
'The arrogance you're showing is nothing short of abysmal.'
'Confidence, not arrogance. There's a difference.'
'There you go again!'
'Jack, you're acting like a child!'
'I don't care. I really don't care.'
'A total lack of respect, lack of gratitude, lack of...well, we saved your life for Arceus' sake!'
'What part do you not you get?!'
Jack stormed onto his feet, going toe-to-toe with the champion.
'The part where I'm expected to show you gratitiude for something I didn't ****ing WANT!'
'I thought you were pretty smart, but did it not cross your mind that maybe I WANTED to end it?'
'You keep your mouth shut, Smith's talking here. You want arrogance, I'll show you more than them **** Ace Trainers are ever gonna lay down on you.'
Jack started gesticulating wildly.
'I'm the ****ing man. I'm one man who's been thrown off cruiseliners, been through the league system by the age of SIXTEEN, been at the mercy of legends, HAD THEM AT THE MERCY OF ME, I've been global headlines, I've ruined YOUR career, and do you know how old I am?'
'Gold star, little miss sunshine, you've won the jackpot! For the bonus prize, can you start thinking WHY I MIGHT'VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS ****?!'
'OOH! Out of time! A shame really, because isn't the answer...hmm...****ING OBVIOUS?!'
Jack's arms fell to his side, and he took a step back from a totally unfazed Cynthia. He stopped, slowly rubbing his face and breathing heavily before composing his next sentence.
'...Cynthia, I thought I had peace. I really did. Look, nobody pisses off Latias and lives to tell the tale. Why am I the first guy who gets to do that?'
'Something to put on your re'sume'.'
'Look, I've got enough qualifications as it is. A date of death on that CV is what I was really looking for...y'know, rounding it off on my peak?'
'Jack, the solution is not death. It never has been and never will be.'
'Then I'm going to have to ask you an age-old question, because I sure don't know the answer.'
'I do not know what the solution is, Jack. I clearly haven't had the privilege of being 'the ****ing man' and living your extravagant celebrity-kid-action-hero lifestyle. But please do bear in mind, that I have stared into the eyes of time and space, I have survived the beasts of the underworld, and I have even stared into the eyes of Arceus himself and rather than throwing myself onto a ****-bent journey of revenge and destruction, I've managed to keep myself in a calm state, not get into massive fights and I'm absolutely fine.'
'To be honest, Jack, I think you'll find I'm the ****ing woman. If I can deal with that, I can deal with you getting your swagger on. Funnily enough, it's not very effective.'
Jack slumped onto the floor once more.
'Jack, have you looked back on recent events?'
'Not really wanted to.'
'And yet you live your life based on the past? Jack, ask yourself, does that make any sense?'
'It does...of course it does...'
'If I have learned a single thing in life, it's that you have to let the past go to move on. Yes, learn from your mistakes, but what mistakes did you honestly make on the Aqua?'
'The death of you would be the death of, admittedly, a great talent. Yes, you have your personality issues, but your abilities are near enough unmatched!'
'Just take my advice an-'
'Cynthia. There's a reason I'm not looking back on recent history. The book of Jack Smith has been ripped apart and the pages totally rearranged. You can't rewrite the past, and whilst the beginning makes total sense, the middle part has ended up totally disillusioning me. I'm not really in a stable position to learn from my mistakes, because there's no good point in time from which to start from...my mind is quite literally full of ****.'
'Then I can't help you, Jack.'
'...is that it?'
'Jack, I am no god. I am human being who can only do so much, and I'll be honest with you, I can't fully understand your mindset. Do I feel sympathy for you? Yes...you've been through quite the adventure, but unless you start to move on, you'll be stuck in this position for some time to come.'
'Then forever may my book be a coherent mess, Cynthia. For he who does not know how to structure his words, shall surely be forever doomed to ****ing criticism of his work, be sent into the lowest depths of depression and the most unstrung forms of insanity before finally returning to his senses via a handy 'Writing for Dummies' guide.'
Jack stood up once more, dusting himself off.
'And I'm an author with no money, and no library card, Cynthia. Unless I can find someone who can give me the cash to learn the basics of grammar, this 'living in the past' bollocks is gonna be quite the fixture in my life.'
'I'm pretty sure you're aware by now that I am most certainly not a metaphorical charity, Mr. Smith.'
'**** straight, I can tell you've never been to a fundraiser...'
'The metaphors can stop now.'
'...alright then. I'll be heading off...thanks, I guess.'
Jack turned and began to walk away.
'One more thing.'
He stopped momentarily.
'What's this book of yours called?'
'...let's call it Dead Boy Walking.'
He turned around to face Cynthia one last time, smirking.
'Rather apt...I'm sure we'll meet again, Jack.'
'Here's hoping not!'
The smirk dropped after his last sentence as he briskly exited the building, winding his scarf around his neck and slamming himself through the main doors into the harsh coldness of Snowpoint City.
A few steps later once outside, and he stopped suddenly. Wrapping his arms, he stood there...deep in thought. It gave him a real chance to remember what had happened to him. Knocked out by Latias, practically frozen in the seas surrounding Snowpoint, in a coma for six weeks, and fragile. Jack was so very fragile at the moment. Six weeks of no physical activity takes it out of you. He'd only been awake for a week, and was nowhere near 100 percent fitness. He's lost a few stone in weight, and was starting to shiver.
It was only autumn, he was freezing in the middle of Snowpoint City and there was nobody to really support him. The strength, the confidence, the independence, it was fading as quickly as the temperature of his body. For the first time, in a very long time, Jack Smith really, desperately, needed some help. It began to dawn on him that he was actually human. The broken leg after the cruise and falling from the Canalave bridge was aching, the swagger in his step had turned to a very timid walk and he was a damaged man. Both physically and mentally. His pride was broken, and his body wasn't great either.
Where was the likes of Flo? He left her behind.
Where was his father? He left him behind.
Where was his aspirations? His belief of his reason of existence? He left them with Latias and Cresselia.
'...time for a change.'
He looked up towards the shuttle boat in the port, carefully checked his belt for five capsules, his wallet for the trainer card, and then started what felt like an eternal walk towards the port.
It was certainly time for a change. That much was evident.
3/21/2012 5:45:11 PM
Posted in: Pokémon FanfictionQuote from »Sniper/Hutjung - Before I explain, there's I quote I want to show.Quote from "Hutjung »Yes, Exterminator's bloody brilliant for his age.
Notice the key words there? For his age? Expectations of 10 year olds have got to be lower than those who are my age.
This quote alone gave me tons of inspiration to keep going on, and to keep writing. That's the main reason, but there's tons more. But I can't bothered to explain them.
I take a lot of heart knowing I still manage to give inspiration. It's still a great feeling. Thanks man. (:
3/21/2012 5:10:24 PM
Thought this might've worked. Alas.Posted in: Pokémon Roleplaying
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