OmegaDusk
Mimikyu
- Pronouns
- He/him
Um...wow, I kind of forgot about this site. Well, anyway, I'm back with my first fanfic! Hope you like it! Based a little off of Toriko, Tower of God, and Hunter X Hunter.
Probably no really big trigger warnings, there's death and human gore I guess...
Well then, let's start! Wooo!
The roughnecker thought he had been blessed by God himself. He had managed to get into the safari-when it walled everybody else off! All those rare, rare pokemon were his-and his alone! Those muscular tauros? His! Those speedy yanma? His! Those mysterious little woopers? His! Not once did he consider that there was anyone who had better circumstances than him, at least in Elbaros. Not a single other soul did he see in the safari. Ecstatic, he strolled around with a shifty looking canine, basking in his glory. "See this up here, Mightyena? This is my brain, bigger than everyone else's! Who else would think of such an ingenious infiltration! Those idiot staff couldn't have stopped me! those weakling punks-"
"Sir, please get out. This is government restricted for...maybe about a few more days." A young man crouched on a tree branch just over head. His strangely shaped jacket covered his face, but the roughnecker could see his blue eyes and pale, also blue, hair. And that was wrong. First off, the roughnecker didn't see him. What gall to be not seen! And second, he was not seen (and then seen) in a place he shouldn't be! The roughnecker should've been the only person here! What gall to be seen! All this was processed in the short time of 5 seconds, a record for the roughnecker. "Hey, buddy, hop down, would you?" He sneered, twisting his ugly mug. "I can't quite hear you." The boy jumped down, landing softly. And another one bites the dust to my genius! Idiots!
"Mightyena, crunch!" The roughnecker gleefully called. The pokemon, a far better sight than the roughnecker opened its maw-and had a hole opened in its chest by a Drapion, freshly emerged from a ball dropped by the jacket boy. Glaring, he unzipped the face covering part and spoke, very clearly, almost tauntingly slow, "Hey, buddy, did you know that Fell Stinger, when used to kill or defeat an opponent will increase its attack power 3 boosts? You think the rest of your pokemon can survive? Make a dumb choice off that information and I'll off you." A sweat drop trickled down the roughnecker's head. "Guh...?" What...how...?! This...was supposed to be the other way around! It's...just a fluke, dammit! Yeah, that's it! I just gotta use the rest of my pokemon...
"Oh dear, what's this? Another trespasser? Wow, these dumb ones hurt everyone, huh?" A woman lounging nearby spoke, having just arrived along with a trainer wearing a plague mask. The jacket trainer nodded, carefully wiping away the blood. Plague Mask, despite having their face covered visibly grimaced. "The ones close to these people always complain, but what else are we supposed to do? A case of no empathy back seat driver syndrome, say I. Elbaros does not tolerate the arrogant weak." The goggles cleared up a little and the eye of the plague mask person was revealed a little, clearly annoyed indigo. "What were his last words, ask I?"
"Who are you. What a question, huh? I'd know in a instant if it were me. We're. . ." The trio turned away, having cleaned up the red colored mess. "pokehunters."
The woman turned to the other two. "So, how do you think our cute little soon-to-be mascot is doing? Restraining his hunger? Kama, Ugue?" Kama, the jacket wearer, almost laughed. He actually let out a chortle. "Nice joke, Maku. He definitely won't. That rascal Gulo."
The rascal in question was no where to be seen. A gigantic Substitute doll however was. You are a doll. Dolls don't eat. Dolls don't eat. Dolls don't eat! doLlS DoN'T eaT! A weedle crawled across a branch slowly. It drooped low over the branch slowly. It raised its head and glanced around slowly. It stared back down and jumped back-quickly.
The doll had opened its mouth, revealing very sharp teeth. "mUsT eAT WEedLe!!!" From within the doll a torkoal emerged. The sun seemed much brighter and as the weedle was scurrying away, a hurricane of fire surrounded it. Slowly the weedle was burned and it dropped to the ground. In a ridiculous cartoony jump, a human leaped out and took the weedle. He wore simple clothing, colored green and brown and had a little cowlick of black hair. He was not particularly tall and he grabbed the weedle like he hadn't eaten in days. His brown eyes had a very hungry look, but if you pushed past that part, you woud find another strange thing. His pupils were oddly square.
This was Gulo. "Weedle! Weedle! 🎶Burn it till the shell's crunchy and edible, add in salt and pepper...and some cornn berry seasoning, and you've got yourself some nice weedle! Tempura!🎶" the taste of the weedle was similar to popcorn, but the inside had a tone of shrimp or crab. The parts near the vem gland were sour so he quickly discarded them, but he found it to be a quite hearty meal. He wiped his mouth with a napkin. "I could go for seconds~" The torkoal, finished with its proportion also cheered. They would've likely gone to find more weedle if Gulo hadn't remembered that he was here for a purpose. "Oh, hey, its nighttime! Perfect time for. . .catching the Bloodmoon Ursaluna! Now...how to find one...oh! I know, if I just eat through all its prey in the forest, it'll come romping out! A5 Tauros Sirloin Steak, here I come!"
Unfortunately, Bloodmoon Ursalunas (there should only be one but by some freak mutation, there was another one, much more aggressive, which was why the pokehunters were here) could see in the dark. Moreover, it was quite intelligent and knew it wouldn't stand a chance against the other pokehunters. So it had decided to track the supposed weakest. Gulo.
Job Index : Pokehunters
While all regions have trainers, only the region of Elbaros has pokehunters. Specifically, pokehunters are government workers, acting similarily to mercenaries. They hunt and catch pokemon for economic purposes, public safety, and ecosystems' balance. In order to let them complete their jobs, the region restricts citizens in certain ways, mostly just barring them from going into an area the pokehunters are working in. Pokehunters therefore are allowed to maim or kill the citizens who don't have even sense to listen to the law, attracting criticism from other regions. They make sure not to go too far though-pokehunters are barred from Leagues due to their power. Experiments handicapped pokehunters and had them complete each League, but even with extreme measures, they all easily cleared the entire league in half a day.
Food Index : Weedle
Weedles are quite common but will need to be prepared by decent chefs if the venom glands burst. The shell is surprisingly fragile and upon sufficient cooking can be eaten. The shell has no distinct flavor but is crunchy, like the softer popcorn kernels. The meat inside is also quite bland and absorbs seasoning easily. It has a faint taste of shellfish. Many recipes tell how to cook it, from simple steaming and shelling to gourmet tempura, but one thing is for sure-it tastes excellent, both to the rich and the poor. Pure deliciousness!
Probably no really big trigger warnings, there's death and human gore I guess...
Well then, let's start! Wooo!
Catch 1 : Pokehunters' Moon
The roughnecker thought he had been blessed by God himself. He had managed to get into the safari-when it walled everybody else off! All those rare, rare pokemon were his-and his alone! Those muscular tauros? His! Those speedy yanma? His! Those mysterious little woopers? His! Not once did he consider that there was anyone who had better circumstances than him, at least in Elbaros. Not a single other soul did he see in the safari. Ecstatic, he strolled around with a shifty looking canine, basking in his glory. "See this up here, Mightyena? This is my brain, bigger than everyone else's! Who else would think of such an ingenious infiltration! Those idiot staff couldn't have stopped me! those weakling punks-"
"Sir, please get out. This is government restricted for...maybe about a few more days." A young man crouched on a tree branch just over head. His strangely shaped jacket covered his face, but the roughnecker could see his blue eyes and pale, also blue, hair. And that was wrong. First off, the roughnecker didn't see him. What gall to be not seen! And second, he was not seen (and then seen) in a place he shouldn't be! The roughnecker should've been the only person here! What gall to be seen! All this was processed in the short time of 5 seconds, a record for the roughnecker. "Hey, buddy, hop down, would you?" He sneered, twisting his ugly mug. "I can't quite hear you." The boy jumped down, landing softly. And another one bites the dust to my genius! Idiots!
"Mightyena, crunch!" The roughnecker gleefully called. The pokemon, a far better sight than the roughnecker opened its maw-and had a hole opened in its chest by a Drapion, freshly emerged from a ball dropped by the jacket boy. Glaring, he unzipped the face covering part and spoke, very clearly, almost tauntingly slow, "Hey, buddy, did you know that Fell Stinger, when used to kill or defeat an opponent will increase its attack power 3 boosts? You think the rest of your pokemon can survive? Make a dumb choice off that information and I'll off you." A sweat drop trickled down the roughnecker's head. "Guh...?" What...how...?! This...was supposed to be the other way around! It's...just a fluke, dammit! Yeah, that's it! I just gotta use the rest of my pokemon...
"Oh dear, what's this? Another trespasser? Wow, these dumb ones hurt everyone, huh?" A woman lounging nearby spoke, having just arrived along with a trainer wearing a plague mask. The jacket trainer nodded, carefully wiping away the blood. Plague Mask, despite having their face covered visibly grimaced. "The ones close to these people always complain, but what else are we supposed to do? A case of no empathy back seat driver syndrome, say I. Elbaros does not tolerate the arrogant weak." The goggles cleared up a little and the eye of the plague mask person was revealed a little, clearly annoyed indigo. "What were his last words, ask I?"
"Who are you. What a question, huh? I'd know in a instant if it were me. We're. . ." The trio turned away, having cleaned up the red colored mess. "pokehunters."
The woman turned to the other two. "So, how do you think our cute little soon-to-be mascot is doing? Restraining his hunger? Kama, Ugue?" Kama, the jacket wearer, almost laughed. He actually let out a chortle. "Nice joke, Maku. He definitely won't. That rascal Gulo."
The rascal in question was no where to be seen. A gigantic Substitute doll however was. You are a doll. Dolls don't eat. Dolls don't eat. Dolls don't eat! doLlS DoN'T eaT! A weedle crawled across a branch slowly. It drooped low over the branch slowly. It raised its head and glanced around slowly. It stared back down and jumped back-quickly.
The doll had opened its mouth, revealing very sharp teeth. "mUsT eAT WEedLe!!!" From within the doll a torkoal emerged. The sun seemed much brighter and as the weedle was scurrying away, a hurricane of fire surrounded it. Slowly the weedle was burned and it dropped to the ground. In a ridiculous cartoony jump, a human leaped out and took the weedle. He wore simple clothing, colored green and brown and had a little cowlick of black hair. He was not particularly tall and he grabbed the weedle like he hadn't eaten in days. His brown eyes had a very hungry look, but if you pushed past that part, you woud find another strange thing. His pupils were oddly square.
This was Gulo. "Weedle! Weedle! 🎶Burn it till the shell's crunchy and edible, add in salt and pepper...and some cornn berry seasoning, and you've got yourself some nice weedle! Tempura!🎶" the taste of the weedle was similar to popcorn, but the inside had a tone of shrimp or crab. The parts near the vem gland were sour so he quickly discarded them, but he found it to be a quite hearty meal. He wiped his mouth with a napkin. "I could go for seconds~" The torkoal, finished with its proportion also cheered. They would've likely gone to find more weedle if Gulo hadn't remembered that he was here for a purpose. "Oh, hey, its nighttime! Perfect time for. . .catching the Bloodmoon Ursaluna! Now...how to find one...oh! I know, if I just eat through all its prey in the forest, it'll come romping out! A5 Tauros Sirloin Steak, here I come!"
Unfortunately, Bloodmoon Ursalunas (there should only be one but by some freak mutation, there was another one, much more aggressive, which was why the pokehunters were here) could see in the dark. Moreover, it was quite intelligent and knew it wouldn't stand a chance against the other pokehunters. So it had decided to track the supposed weakest. Gulo.
Job Index : Pokehunters
While all regions have trainers, only the region of Elbaros has pokehunters. Specifically, pokehunters are government workers, acting similarily to mercenaries. They hunt and catch pokemon for economic purposes, public safety, and ecosystems' balance. In order to let them complete their jobs, the region restricts citizens in certain ways, mostly just barring them from going into an area the pokehunters are working in. Pokehunters therefore are allowed to maim or kill the citizens who don't have even sense to listen to the law, attracting criticism from other regions. They make sure not to go too far though-pokehunters are barred from Leagues due to their power. Experiments handicapped pokehunters and had them complete each League, but even with extreme measures, they all easily cleared the entire league in half a day.
Food Index : Weedle
Weedles are quite common but will need to be prepared by decent chefs if the venom glands burst. The shell is surprisingly fragile and upon sufficient cooking can be eaten. The shell has no distinct flavor but is crunchy, like the softer popcorn kernels. The meat inside is also quite bland and absorbs seasoning easily. It has a faint taste of shellfish. Many recipes tell how to cook it, from simple steaming and shelling to gourmet tempura, but one thing is for sure-it tastes excellent, both to the rich and the poor. Pure deliciousness!
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