Pokémon StellarWind Elsydeon's Bingo Drabbles

[StellarWind]

ATUHOR'S NOSE: I am incredibly rusty, but somehow I still managed to extract three drabbles from the creaking apparatus I call a "brain", so there may be some hope for me yet. I tried to stick to the actual 100 words definition of a "drabble" (a deceptively difficult task, honestly!), and any deviation from that number can probably be blamed on how Microsoft Word does word-counts. Without further ado:

Orre Region​

“Now, I know what yer thinkin’. ‘Orre? Mercy’s sake, ain’t nothin’ there but scorchin’ sands and crooks on hoverbikes!’ And ya wouldn’t be too far off the mark, neither – we’ve got plenty of both ‘round these ‘ere parts and no mistake.

Don’t let their rough edges fool ya, though – the dust-riders and dream-chasers of the desert ain’t thems ya gotta watch out for. They’re just out there doin’ their best in a region so hostile to life even the Pokémon packed up and left.

No, if it’s truly the darkest shadows yer lookin’ for, look where the light shines brightest…"
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Mossdeep City​

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“Well, you look like you’re enjoying yourself.” The trainer grinned from her perch on a thick tangle of mangrove roots, idly toying with an old, worn Pokéball.

The Swampert burbled softly in reply, orange eyes closing in contentment as she lazily floated in the muddy waters that spawned her.

To most, Mossdeep was known for its space center, or for the perfect synchronization of its twin gym leaders. To these two, however, it was where they took the first steps of their long journey together – and now, after many years and untold challenges – it sure was good to be home.

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The Perfect Nickname​

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The best kind of names were ones with multiple layers of meaning.

Take “Chloe”, for example. To the sentimental, she could say that she had always loved the name, and that it was only right to name her cherished first partner Pokémon as she would have a beloved daughter. To the grandiose, she could flaunt its meaning – fresh, verdant plant growth in springtime, as befitting a Grass-type. To those unfortunate enough to be caught on the receiving end of one of the Meowscarada’s devastating Night Slash attacks, however, another meaning became immediately and painfully apparent.

The cat sure had claws.

 

[StellarWind]

One year later, and here I am with my bingo drabbles for the Seventh Anniversary event. Figured there'd be no harm in resurrecting this thread for the purpose. ^^
As with last year, I tried to stick to the 100-word definition, any miscounts are due to Word being Word.
And this time, they're even sillier.

Ultra Beasts​

It was something akin to a walking fortress, each individual stone an organism of its own right – a round, luminous, crystal-blue eye set within a cuboid matrix of something not-quite-rock and not-quite-metal, its surfaces still awash with the residual radiance left in the wake of the wormhole, casting a play of reflections in ways that no native material did.

Of all the things one might say to another when confronted with the sight of a newly-displaced and clearly bewildered Ultra Beast, an excited squeal of “Brick Puppy!” is probably the last that one might expect.

But there you had it.

Shell Side Arm​

As a whole, Galarian Slowbro prefer to keep their foes at arm’s length – driving threats back from afar with venom volleys and potent psionics. Occasionally, however, fate conspires to present them with the manner of menace that absolutely insists on taking things up-close and personal – very much out of their comfort zone, certainly.

Fortunately, in the symbiotic molluscs clamped onto their person, evolution had granted the humble Galarian Slowbro both an arm cannon and a heavy mace covered in wicked, poison-dripping spines – and a good solid thwack tended to get the point across to even the most persistent of pests.

Mirage Island
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To Hoenn’s scientific community, the so-called ‘Mirage Island’ said to exist among the swirling waves of Route 130 was a source of never-ending frustration. Years of inconclusive observations using anything from binoculars to high-grade elemental spectroscopes, muddled alleged eyewitness accounts of tiny silhouettes darting in the tall grass and fantastical fruit trees (and decidedly fruitless expeditions that followed to verify them) – and the only thing resembling an answer they had on why the island was so elusive boiled down to “because why not”.

Of course, their frustration would have been immensely greater had they realised just how correct they were.