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I will be attempting to write three 100-word drabbles. They will likely be part of a larger story that I write about in my fanfiction, We'll Meet At The Lighthouse. It is an AU of Mewtwo's story, about Bill and Lt. Surge, who were kind of like side characters.
drabble collection summary: all connected, these snippets are glimpses at the characters Bill, Quaxwell, Happiny, and Bergmite, as they each travel the mountain range between Pewter and Cerulean.
drabble #1
prompt:
"The hardworking Quaxwell observes people and Pokémon from various regions
and incorporates their movements into its own dance routines." - Quaxwell, Violet
Quaxwell
prompt:
"The hardworking Quaxwell observes people and Pokémon from various regions
and incorporates their movements into its own dance routines." - Quaxwell, Violet
Quaxwell
Navy feathers swept in shards around Quaxwell, over starfish beak, and otherwise obscuring his face and body; thick tufts stuck out of his chest and lower arms, reaching the ground, unusually long. Jewels were scattered among his down. Quaxwell burst through fog.
His own hatred seized his head, slamming it into a tree. Bark shattered, a vein exposed at the side of the mountain.
At the nape of his neck, a swollen pink flower cried a tear from the Cerulean lagoon.
Following, Bill wheeled Magikarp in an O2-Rider, collecting bark to place in the cart. “That doesn’t…. hurt, does it?”
drabble #2
a continution of "Quaxwell"
prompt:
"In imitation of Chansey, it keeps a round stone tucked into its belly pouch and cherishes it dearly.
It gets along well with children and will sometimes play house with them for fun." - Happiny, Legends: Arceus
Happiny
a continution of "Quaxwell"
prompt:
"In imitation of Chansey, it keeps a round stone tucked into its belly pouch and cherishes it dearly.
It gets along well with children and will sometimes play house with them for fun." - Happiny, Legends: Arceus
Happiny
Dried loam slipped beneath the Rider’s tires along the steep mountainside. Magikarp traveled by tank the size of a small jeep. A filter pumped albuterol into the saline solution around her.
Quaxwell stopped in a plateaued clearing; a graveyard of fallen trees.
They would stay the night warmed by wood rot. Quaxwell needed to train before sleep.
Jagged dance moved his body in ceremonial mourning. Reluctantly, Bill formed a tent of bark around Quaxwell once he stilled.
Happiny approached, pulling his favorite glittering gray quartz from his pouch.
He struck sparks from the stone to set the dead wood aflame.
drabble #3
another continution
prompt:
"They live in mountainous regions of frigid cold. On rare occasions, they ride on the
back of an Avalugg to cross seas and move to new habitats." - Bergmite, Scarlet
Bergmite
another continution
prompt:
"They live in mountainous regions of frigid cold. On rare occasions, they ride on the
back of an Avalugg to cross seas and move to new habitats." - Bergmite, Scarlet
Bergmite
Mount Statitik was patched in snow.
Bill watched Quaxwell’s nightly ceremonial dance, "Danafojura." He worried the long-feathered nestling would be forever altered. Burned, traumatized, scarred.
But Quaxwell burst from flame and danced the blaze into earth, celebrating with feet and fists.
As Quaxwell danced, cracks through the icy floor opened and sighed frost over Bill’s eyelashes.
Plates of earth shuffled and rose impossibly beneath them; Bill dove for Quaxwell, separated from the others by a sudden snowy chasm.
A herd of bergmite, each the size of an oran tree, were placidly carrying Bill and Quaxwell along to their next nap.
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