A wild nidorino appears? Pokéball, go!
Very_Tired_Person
Self-proclaimed sleepyhead
- Location
- inside a giant coffee mug
- Pronouns
- he/his
The verdant leaves of the mysterious forest covered the ground below, dotted with hunks of moss and brittle sticks and stones, rustled a manner not unlike the spasmic shaking of a man having a seizure, a glorious rustling formed perhaps by the movement of the various particles that comprised the very air surrounding it, or maybe by the minute movements of the various limbs of a pocket monster hiding from our brave hero. Truly, the various weather phenomena that could have caused this event could surely not have resulted in such consistent shaking of floral matter, and it thus must, in fact, be, a pocket monster of great self-concealing ability, attempting to camouflage itself with the materials of the glorious forest in a masterful, yet utterly meaningless, attempt at deception. Perhaps realising the futility of its attempts to hide from our brave, incredible hero, the creature leaped with grace through the air, revealing its bizarre and awe-inspiring form to the child, herself a pocket monster trainer of truly the very highest of orders, before it. Such majestic magenta skin mottled with soft-edged triangular shapes dyed a royal purple, bursting out of the main body in intimidating spires that reached for the heavens that could never truly be touched by mortals, in bewildering ears of equally bewildering shape, dyed internally in the most beautiful shade of darkened aquamarine, in midget limbs that struck the ground in a mighty thump as the peculiar creature at last landed on the earth once more.
But alas, our brave hero, that young child who had successfully leveraged her incredibly intuition and great self-concealment-noticing capabilities, was also a master of the subtle art of responding to treacherous threats such as the one glaringly pointed towards her incredible form, and had immediately began the process of releasing her own most trusted pocket monster, already holding the miraculous device that would bring said most trusted pocket monster forth in a brilliant display of technological advancement and lots and lots of dazzling shiny light navy lights and sparkles and glitter. The capsule, the machine that embodied this age of technological advances, glistening in the forest-mottled light of the daytime solar spheroid of plasma, shone with the ever-brilliant hues of resplendent crimson and pure snow, divided by the abyssal darkness of a pure, pitch-black onyx line looping around the spherical object, with a smaller loop of spotless ivory shade, like a belt buckle, surrounding an equally dark, small jet black sphere, a small button, designed for the purpose of allowing for maximum convenience and ease of use, the function of which was to activate the primary function of the capture- and release mechanisms of the red and white capsule, was held in the right hand of the young trainer, the peerless hero of our grand and glorious epic, our wonderful story, reflecting the light of the ever-present sun, and casting a round shadow into the ground beneath it.
The spheroid, not to be confused with the other spheroid that the planet itself was orbiting around, which was mentioned earlier in this beautiful, incredibly, awesome, resplendent story, was summarily ejected from the launch-capable limb of our hero through a method somewhat reminiscent of the launching of a baseball in a game of the same name as the ball that was just previously mentioned, flew through the air with perhaps even more grace than the mysterious creature that had appeared from the suspiciously consistently rustling floral matter, came to a sudden, though not at all unexpected and completely predicted by our hero, halt, before opening in a dazzling display of beautiful glistening light navy light, showering the forest around it in a lightshow of truly epic proportions, releasing the pocket monster stored within during the mesmerising display. The creature that manifested itself on the lush, mossy and grassy battlefield was a strange amalgamation of various features, a most regal deep purple shade enshrouding it in a natural camouflage that would allow it to seamlessly blend into the shadows themselves, its spherical body being connected to five limbs, two of them its arms and two of them its legs, with the last being reserved to its notably short tail, and a tuft of what might very well have seemed like hair for the unaware was visible between its two seemingly ear-like appendages. The bizarre anomalous entity’s most defining characteristic, however, must have been its face, twisted in a perpetual mischievous grin, incapable of being completely closed regardless of the creature’s wishes, and its vibrant carmine shaded eyes, like bent half-moons gazing towards the first beast in a manner that could not be called friendly in any sense of the word, regardless of what side the theoretical spectator that would be describing the emotions behind said eyes was taking.
No time was wasted after the magical display had ended, however, for our peerless hero immediately began issuing an order to her most trusted partner pocket monster, using her limitless wisdom to quickly and efficiently decide the perfect attack for the situation, calling it out so that the strange shadowy creature she called a friend could perform it. A strange, shadowy mass began to manifest before the dark purple humanoid entity, building its form into a spherical blob of pitch black darkness, before it was swiftly flung directly towards the magenta beast, flying at it in a perfectly angled shot, leaving behind it a wispy trail of fading purple and black energy, which slowly dissipated into nothingness as the globe of misty darkness inched ever closer to the majestic creature before it. The majestic creature did its best to attempt to evade the attack that was being directed at it, but it was too late, for the pearl of darkness was already a hair’s breadth away, rapidly closing the distance between them and striking the beast in a direct hit, causing tremendous damage to its form, flinging it backwards in a wide arc and slamming it directly at a lush tree behind it, creating a loud banging sound not too different from the desperate knocking at the foot of a door performed by the hypothetical man suffering from a hypothetical seizure which was alluded to earlier in beginning of the story.
Now that the enemy pocket monster had been successfully weakened to a more manageable state, the trainer began to move her arm-limb to scavenge her object-storing contraption, also known as a backpack, for another spherical object of dual pigmentation, the vibrant scarlet shade of its upper half juxtaposed with the blinding snow-white of the bottom of the orb, discovering one at the very last moment, just as the creature before her began to shake off its disorientation. The object glid through the air, a soft whistling sound echoing behind it as it soared towards the wounded beast, landing upon its thorned forehead with a dull thump, opening its round, mechanical maw and began the process of sucking the target within it, turning it first into a malleable energy, then sealing it inside its hollow shell with a strangely nostalgic sound that would perhaps be referred to as reminiscent of fizzling electricity by someone who has never heard the sound of fizzling electricity.
The first shake! This is the moment when the possibility of a successful capture dawns on the trainer, the moment when preemptive disappointment begins to dwindle and is replaced by growing anticipation, the point where the vague hope of catching the target becomes something tangible, an actual possibility instead of a vague idea. The second shake! The anticipation begins to build, the thought that the capture might truly be successful begins to overshadow the dull sense of preemptive failure that most trainers are already prepared to face from the moment the ball is thrown, and hope begins to blossom within the trainer’s heart. The third shake! This is the point of no return, the event horizon, the all-or nothing, next will come either a victory or a devastating loss, with no spectrum between the two, the anticipation, the excitement, the it begins to overflow, the air is thick with tension, the single moment of silence feels like it might stretch for an eternity, it is but a fleeting moment, gone far too quickly but contemplated for what feels like hours on end!-
Beep! Beep Beep!
The alarm bell rang through the bedroom. It was seven in the morning, and sunlight was already peeking through the window shutters and past the green curtains.
This was the room of one April McFolley, who had already ran downstairs by now, and was currently in the process of devouring her breakfast in record time. There was no moments to be wasted. Today was a special day for her, after all.
It wasn’t every day that you began a pokémon journey.
But alas, our brave hero, that young child who had successfully leveraged her incredibly intuition and great self-concealment-noticing capabilities, was also a master of the subtle art of responding to treacherous threats such as the one glaringly pointed towards her incredible form, and had immediately began the process of releasing her own most trusted pocket monster, already holding the miraculous device that would bring said most trusted pocket monster forth in a brilliant display of technological advancement and lots and lots of dazzling shiny light navy lights and sparkles and glitter. The capsule, the machine that embodied this age of technological advances, glistening in the forest-mottled light of the daytime solar spheroid of plasma, shone with the ever-brilliant hues of resplendent crimson and pure snow, divided by the abyssal darkness of a pure, pitch-black onyx line looping around the spherical object, with a smaller loop of spotless ivory shade, like a belt buckle, surrounding an equally dark, small jet black sphere, a small button, designed for the purpose of allowing for maximum convenience and ease of use, the function of which was to activate the primary function of the capture- and release mechanisms of the red and white capsule, was held in the right hand of the young trainer, the peerless hero of our grand and glorious epic, our wonderful story, reflecting the light of the ever-present sun, and casting a round shadow into the ground beneath it.
The spheroid, not to be confused with the other spheroid that the planet itself was orbiting around, which was mentioned earlier in this beautiful, incredibly, awesome, resplendent story, was summarily ejected from the launch-capable limb of our hero through a method somewhat reminiscent of the launching of a baseball in a game of the same name as the ball that was just previously mentioned, flew through the air with perhaps even more grace than the mysterious creature that had appeared from the suspiciously consistently rustling floral matter, came to a sudden, though not at all unexpected and completely predicted by our hero, halt, before opening in a dazzling display of beautiful glistening light navy light, showering the forest around it in a lightshow of truly epic proportions, releasing the pocket monster stored within during the mesmerising display. The creature that manifested itself on the lush, mossy and grassy battlefield was a strange amalgamation of various features, a most regal deep purple shade enshrouding it in a natural camouflage that would allow it to seamlessly blend into the shadows themselves, its spherical body being connected to five limbs, two of them its arms and two of them its legs, with the last being reserved to its notably short tail, and a tuft of what might very well have seemed like hair for the unaware was visible between its two seemingly ear-like appendages. The bizarre anomalous entity’s most defining characteristic, however, must have been its face, twisted in a perpetual mischievous grin, incapable of being completely closed regardless of the creature’s wishes, and its vibrant carmine shaded eyes, like bent half-moons gazing towards the first beast in a manner that could not be called friendly in any sense of the word, regardless of what side the theoretical spectator that would be describing the emotions behind said eyes was taking.
No time was wasted after the magical display had ended, however, for our peerless hero immediately began issuing an order to her most trusted partner pocket monster, using her limitless wisdom to quickly and efficiently decide the perfect attack for the situation, calling it out so that the strange shadowy creature she called a friend could perform it. A strange, shadowy mass began to manifest before the dark purple humanoid entity, building its form into a spherical blob of pitch black darkness, before it was swiftly flung directly towards the magenta beast, flying at it in a perfectly angled shot, leaving behind it a wispy trail of fading purple and black energy, which slowly dissipated into nothingness as the globe of misty darkness inched ever closer to the majestic creature before it. The majestic creature did its best to attempt to evade the attack that was being directed at it, but it was too late, for the pearl of darkness was already a hair’s breadth away, rapidly closing the distance between them and striking the beast in a direct hit, causing tremendous damage to its form, flinging it backwards in a wide arc and slamming it directly at a lush tree behind it, creating a loud banging sound not too different from the desperate knocking at the foot of a door performed by the hypothetical man suffering from a hypothetical seizure which was alluded to earlier in beginning of the story.
Now that the enemy pocket monster had been successfully weakened to a more manageable state, the trainer began to move her arm-limb to scavenge her object-storing contraption, also known as a backpack, for another spherical object of dual pigmentation, the vibrant scarlet shade of its upper half juxtaposed with the blinding snow-white of the bottom of the orb, discovering one at the very last moment, just as the creature before her began to shake off its disorientation. The object glid through the air, a soft whistling sound echoing behind it as it soared towards the wounded beast, landing upon its thorned forehead with a dull thump, opening its round, mechanical maw and began the process of sucking the target within it, turning it first into a malleable energy, then sealing it inside its hollow shell with a strangely nostalgic sound that would perhaps be referred to as reminiscent of fizzling electricity by someone who has never heard the sound of fizzling electricity.
The first shake! This is the moment when the possibility of a successful capture dawns on the trainer, the moment when preemptive disappointment begins to dwindle and is replaced by growing anticipation, the point where the vague hope of catching the target becomes something tangible, an actual possibility instead of a vague idea. The second shake! The anticipation begins to build, the thought that the capture might truly be successful begins to overshadow the dull sense of preemptive failure that most trainers are already prepared to face from the moment the ball is thrown, and hope begins to blossom within the trainer’s heart. The third shake! This is the point of no return, the event horizon, the all-or nothing, next will come either a victory or a devastating loss, with no spectrum between the two, the anticipation, the excitement, the it begins to overflow, the air is thick with tension, the single moment of silence feels like it might stretch for an eternity, it is but a fleeting moment, gone far too quickly but contemplated for what feels like hours on end!-
Beep! Beep Beep!
The alarm bell rang through the bedroom. It was seven in the morning, and sunlight was already peeking through the window shutters and past the green curtains.
This was the room of one April McFolley, who had already ran downstairs by now, and was currently in the process of devouring her breakfast in record time. There was no moments to be wasted. Today was a special day for her, after all.
It wasn’t every day that you began a pokémon journey.
