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Post by Taro on Mar 2, 2018 20:48:23 GMT
Oh well, time to get this over with. This migration's gonna give me a headache.
Bright-Eyed!!
Original Post Date: November 3, 2016
Chapter 1: Hem and Haw
Laying in his bed and watching TV, Max ponders over what to do to pass time. "Maybe eat?" he wonders. "Nah, I'd just be wasting food-"
"Master!" His little Kirlia starts as she enters through Teleportation.
"...Huh?" he shrugs.
"What is this thing?" she asks in her unique dialect, flailing her hands in the air.
"What thing?"
"This!" She means the words that currently meet your eyes.
"I'm assuming it's Tru TV's latest attempt at a new IP," he smirks as he opens his 3DS.
"But if there's an audience," she begins as she leans in, "then shouldn't we provide context?"
"What context?"
"People are gonna ask why a Pokémon can speak English!" she quickly points out. "We need to tell them why!"
"But I dun feel like it," he confesses. "Let's just do something else. Hand me that Ryu amiibo, will you?"
"Master, the audience is gonna get mad at you!" Her hands meet the sides of her hips.
"I don't really care for people I'm not legally bound to care for," he admits as he grabs the figurine, accidentally dropping it to the floor, watching most of the upper torso fall apart. "Huh. I guess he wasn't made of Nintendium." He walks back to his bed.
"Master, please!" the little one asks.
At that moment, Max places his hand on her head, gently caressing the top of it, careful not to touch the horns, especially her right one. With a small amount of pink against the porcelain white, Kirlia's arms fall loose as a smile slowly curls.
"...I guess we can explain later," she agrees as she leans her head against his body, lightly tapping her toes.
As long as there's a smile, Max thinks, even reality seems to stop.
Afterword:
So the concept was once more suited for a comic strip, but no real artistic means to convey it. The short length is supposed to be for the sake of the readers' convenience, with the little context being only what's presented. Slightly over the top and left-field, but for the sake of being comical. Not much at first here, because the speaking Pokémon idea needed to be addressed as soon as possible. I'd tell you why she can speak... but I'm tired at the moment.
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Post by Taro on Mar 2, 2018 20:50:13 GMT
Original Post Date: November 5, 2016
Chapter 2: Reservations
Cleaning Max's wooden desk with a bottle of Windex and some paper towels, Kirlia comes across a peculiar item sticking out from its front drawer. She takes hold of it to find that it's a long strip of white paper with an uncomfortably sleek texture and printed with icky ink. As she reads through it, she realizes what it is.
"Kirlia!" Max screams down the hall. "There's hardly anything to eat here! Do you wanna try making something out of what we've got, or should we just go out to eat instead?"
Kirlia reacts to his question, and decides to confront him with the paper.
Max, holding his bottle of Smirnoff to his mouth like people would a stick of Pocky, looks through the fridge for ingredients that would suffice for any meal. Deciding nothing is preparable, he closes its door, just as Kirlia tip-toes up to him. "I think we should just go out, and maybe pick some stuff up on the way home," he tells her.
"Master," she begins as she brings the unfolded paper up to his sight. "What's this?"
Max puts down his bottle and takes the paper from her hands and examines it. "Hey, this is my receipt for my pre-order of a copy of Pokémon Sun! Sweetheart, I was looking for this a while ago; where'd you find it?"
"In your desk," she answers. "But Master, why did you pre-order Sun? You seem like the type who'd pre-order Moon!"
"Really?" he asks. "How so?"
"You're such a Noctowl staying up late into the nights, and you have a weird affinity whith all things darkness, if your love of Iced Earth and Lacuna Coil are anything to go by."
"True, true..." he begins. "But I can't deny I'm a boy of the sun at heart. I mean, my favorite Type is Fire, which says something already. And I look for the light in everything I can throughout my daily life. Of course, since you came into my life," he begins petting her head just like she likes it, "you've been a little ray of sunshine that I desperately needed."
"Miyaah~" she gleefully responds."
"Man, I can't wait till I get my hands on this bad boy!" Max exclaims. "Especially when I get the chance to prep the Pokémon I've befriended and trained for the past two decades-ish! This great migration, on top of the team I have planned for Sun, will make battling entertaining!"
"So you're just concerned with Pokémon that battle, huh?" Kirlia shyly asks as she bows her head. Max then gently takes her into his arms as he rests his chin on the top of her head.
"Not just those," he reassures her. "I'm never gonna forget my little girl.
"...Really?" she asks as she backs away a bit. "You promise?"
"Yup. I pinkie-promise!"
Kirlia's eyes and mouth widen with joy... joy which soon turns damp. "That's not fair; I dun have any pinkies!" she exclaims as she holds up her hand.
With a smirk, Max flexes his pinkie to show off. "While I meant what I said," he begins, "I don't think I should bring you to Alola with the rest of my fighters.
"Why not?" she glumley asks. "Alola's like a Hawaii place-thing with all da beaches and stuff! Why dun you wanna bring me?"
"...Because jokes of experiencing S&M would ensue."
"Eep!!" she cringes as she crosses her everything.
Afterword:
If any Moon players want a Sun exclusive, I'd be willing to oblige for an unhatched, female, modest Popplio plskthanx.
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Post by Taro on Mar 2, 2018 20:54:00 GMT
Original Post Date: November 8, 2016
Chapter 3: It's Always Between Two Versions
In the open concept kitchen's counter, Max sits to enjoy his snack: a plate of golden snadwitch cookies and a tall glass of Brisk tea with lemon. Clutching a cookie between his long fingernails, he opens his 3DS to check what's new. In the top screen's glare, small shadows litter the shine. He turns to find the source: the window nearby. While eating the cookie and taking his 3DS, he walks up to the window to look at the phenomena.
Ashes fall from the sky. This occurence is nothing new for the townspeople. But Max has taken notice on how it's become far more frequent as the days rolled by. Falling ash happened in weeks apart, and is now defined by mere days. "I guess they're burning sugar cane somewhere nearby again," he thinks aloud. "I wonder why they do that..."
"Master!!" A worried Kirlia teleports in while holding the nearby TV's remote. "It's Tuesday! You know what that means?!"
"Yeah," he replies as he brings up his 3DS. "It's time to check into Shuffle for Mega Sharpedo's repeat!"
"No! ...Well, yesh, but-" Kirlia then turns around and hits the power button on the remote. Displayed on the screen is live coverage of-
"Election day, huh..." Max's face turns slightly sour. "America sheds a tear."
"I do to," she adds. "I dun know who can be a good leader in this country!"
Max eases her worry by petting the top of her head. "The only candidates met with zero strife ar either underqualified for the job, or they entered the race too late. Nevermind proven conspiracies..." Max watches as archived footage of a brightly-colored shouting eye-sore-of-a man is shown on the screen. "I need to find a woman."
With a newfound smile, Kirlia stares up at Max. She stays silent for a moment, as a wrench stuck in the gears of her mind refuse to let them turn properly. "Train of thought, please...?"
"Well, I'd like to fall in love and get married before I die."
Kirlia begins laughing as she hugs Max at the hips. Watching her feel joy in a crucial day, he looks at the screen once more for more ammunition.
"...Unless Anderson Cooper wants to oblige."
"Master, you weirdo," Kirlia laughs as she playfully slaps him on the hip. She turns to see the screen before responding. "He's outta your league."
"I kinow," he begins. "That just means I'll have to go out for a desperate, single girl; and with these stakes so high, I'm sure one will settle for me."
"Tee-hee," she emmits.
"...But I'll always be pining for Cooper-senpai."
Kirlia loses it as Max walks towards his snack. Her laughter slowly dies down as she stares at the screen. "...Any reason to laugh for, hm?"
"Yup," Max replies as he slowly and carefully sets his things down on the floor next to her.
"...And this is really... happening..."
"Yup," he again replies as he groans and gets comfortable.
"Uuuh," she keeps staring. "Uuuuuuuuuuuh... uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh..." Lifeless. "Fwaaaaaah...!" With her eyes closed, she falls backwards to the floor with her limbs spread, save for one leg bent back at the knee.
"There, there, baby doll," Max caresses her head once again. A small moan flies out from her slightly-opened mouth. He takes a cookie and gently inserts it; she replies with little crunshing noises.
Max stares at the screen that displays the reality of the day. with a gulp of his tea, thoughts race in his mind at a break-neck pace. His mind suddenly stops at one:
"I wonder how Randy and Zoey are handling this..."
Afterword:
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Post by Taro on Mar 2, 2018 21:00:15 GMT
Original Post Date: November 10, 2016
Chapter 4: Feral?
"Woof! Woof! Woowoowoof!"
"Calm down, boy!" Giggles fashionably-nerdy Zoey as she walks towards her Growlithe, Rocky. "You should already know by now who's at the door." She opens the door to reveal her guests.
"Hey," Max smirks.
"Rowr~!" Rocky happily salutes.
"What's up, lil' pup?" Max replies.
"Hi, Rocky!" Kirlia happily greets as she gets on her knees to pet the Growlithe. "Good doggy! Sweet doggy...!"
Sitting in Zoey's living room, Max sets down his backpack and opens it. "I brought some amiibo in case we play Smash after watching the movie."
"Sounds good," Zoey replies without looking up from her phone. "I just put in an order for some pizza, and it looks like it'll be here soon."
"Please tell me you got some Hawaiian Luau!" Excitement over food never really seems far from Max's mind.
"Half of it, blech" she answers. "The other half is pepperoni for me, like normal people eat."
"Don't be dissin' Alola Forme Pizza!" Max's arms fly skyward.
"Yeah, it's yummy!" Kirlia adds, as she enters the room by rolling on the ground with Rocky in her arms.
"Two to one," Max happily pushes. "What about Rocky? Does he like Luau?"
"I don't feed him table-scraps," she replies as she plays with her long, brown hair's ends. "He has food from a bowl."
"I dun think I can live eating the same thing from a bowl forever," Kirlia interjects as she stands with a happily-flailing Growlithe in her arms.
"Yeah," Max agrees. "That sounds like it'd suck bigtime." He then starts gently scratching Rocky under the left cheek with his elongated fingernails. "I'll give you some pizza; I don't care if your Trainer yells at me." Rocky licks his hand.
"But if I feed him table-food, then he'll just start wanting it all the time!" Zoey argues.
"So?" Kirlia asks as she puts Rocky down. "I always eat whatever master eats, and nothing bad's happened." A chirping sound far away catches Rocky's ears, coaxing him to run out of the room. "Rocky wait! I'm not done cuddling with you yet!" Kirlia exclaims as she gives chase.
"Yeah," Max continues. "The closest she's got to food from a bowl is whenever she demands Pop-Tarts, but she always just eats from my food. And her tiny belly makes her full fast, so I don't need to feed her much."
"...You don't say?" Adjusting her glasses, Zoey dives into thought. What makes Kirlia so different from Rocky? she wonders. Besides the fact that she's bilingual, both Pokémon are indeed still Pokémon at the end of the day. But does Kirlia's humanlike characteristics justify treating her like a human girl? Or does Rocky's species being a Growlithe justify treating him like an animal all the time? If Rocky learns to eat like Kirlia, then he'd always want table food and never dog food. But then that means I don't have to keep spending money on heavy bags of dog food at the store all the time. Maybe I'll do what Max is doing; at least for a trial period. Sure, he's not the sharpest knife, but he somehow has Kirlia's full heart in his hands, so he might be doing something right. If no health concerns come of it, maybe Rocky could just stick to table food instead...
"...Are you still alive?" Max asks a very-still Zoey, snapping her out from her train of thought.
Afterword:
I think Growlithe's the one dog who'd love to be left out in the sun all day. Woof!
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Post by Taro on Mar 2, 2018 21:02:40 GMT
Original Post Date: November 14, 2016
Chapter 5: A Ton of Fun
DING-DONG!!
The plus-sized sluggerbed tosses in his near-awakened state.
DING-DONG!!
He tosses once more.
DING-DONG!!
He groans as he pulls a pillow over his head. Silence.
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DING-DONG DING-DONG DING-DONG DING-DONG DING-DONG!!
The beast awakens.
Big dude Randy marches out to his front door as the doorbell keeps on its ringing. Door swinging open, he finds Max standing out front with a goofy grin on his face. In his arms is the waist of his Kirlia, who wouldn't be able to reach the doorbell otherwise. She looks up at him with a goofy smile of her own. Silence.
DING-DONG!!
Randy's left eyebrow twitches.
DING-DONG DING-DONG!!
Beat. "Master thought this would be funny," Kirlia admits.
"...Like it is," Max giggles.
DINGDONGDINGDONGDINGDONGDINGDONGDINGDONG-
"WOULD YOU CUT IT OUT?!" The beast yells, as the other two step back in laughter.
In Randy's room, Max sets down his backpack as he carefully places himself on one of the two beanbag chairs on the floor, sitting Indian-style. Kirlia sits herself on his left thigh, to easily snuggle up by leaning into him. He blissfully accepts her. Igniting his Playstation system, Randy takes the nearby gamer's chair, reserved just for him.
"So, for the party," Max begins, "Are we taking your car, or Zoey's?"
"Why do you need to take a freakin' car?!" Randy asks. "Can't you just Teleport there? You've been there before."
"Yeah, but only once," Kirlia remarks. "I dun remember where it is anymore."
"And that was a whole year ago," Max adds. "Now, we don't Teleport anywhere else other than the grocery store, Carl's Jr., or home."
"Man, you don't know how to use a Pokémon!" Randy accuses. "She should've evolved into a Gardevoir by now! LIKE A REAL TRAINER WOULD GUN FOR!"
"Nooooo!" Kirlia squeaks. "I like being little!" She leans into Max even more.
"I wouldn't change you anytime soon," Max reassures, as he pets her on the top of her head while her toes fidget to and fro.
Listening to the other two, Randy navigates through the main menus of his console. As he waits for his recently-bought TitanFall 2 copy to load, he thinks. Then he concludes: "I should get my own Pokémon."
"Like, import one?" Max adds.
"No," Randy begins. "CATCH one! Only pansy-ass feggletts import their Pokémon!"
"Catch one, huh?" Max reviews his knowledge on the idea. "In this part of Texas, I doubt you'd get anything you'd like. Pokémon are already incredibly rare; and even if you find one, you're pretty much guaranteed to find no more than a Murkrow, Ekans, Nincada, or the occasional Salandit..."
"Is that really it?!" he asks.
"Well, I guess you can find a Fennekin in the wild, but you'd have to go out into the actual deserts for those rare guys..."
Kirlia's still lost in thought over what a "fegglett" could possibly be.
"That selection sucks!" Randy remarks.
"Could be worse. We could be Arizona."
"Well, then I'll just have to find something else somewhere else! Find a beast that was never meant to exist! A terrifying monster that makes humanity piss its pants!"
"Oh, so you're gonna catch Ariana Grande?"
"Something BIG! Something BUFF! Something that can LEAVE! YOU! REK'T! RAAA-" Using his teeth, the surprisingly-flexible Randy grabs Max's backpack and flails it from side to side like a wild animal. The flailing ends when something flies out from the backpack and hits the wall, breaking into pieces. "What the hell was that?"
As Kirlia gets up to retrieve the pieces, Max recognizes it. "That's my Ryu amiibo," he glumly remarks.
"Master," Kirlia begins as she uses her psychic abilities to assemble the pieces. "Can I have your bottle of emergency super-glue?"
Ashamed of himself, Max takes the bottle from his backpack to hand it to her. "...Shoryuken."
A moment of silent laughter from the other two sets in.
"I can feel you dying a little on the inside," Kirlia recounts.
"That's how he SHOULD FEEL!" Randy scolds.
Max bends over in laughter.
Afterword:
Should it still be called "Indian-style" anymore? Wouldn't it be called "Native American style" by now? Unless they're talking about actual Indians from India, who do Yoga. Seriously? I've seen Dhalsim sit; I can't freakin' do that! Must be a Yoga thing...
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