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Yeah, I finally finished it. This is an introduction to the Zero Percent team, as well as telling how in the heck Ferran, a sophomore, managed to become team leader. Again this is for the 
pokecombatacademy .
If you want to know why I didn't use anyone else's characters, well, I didn't feel comfortable writing anything about others, plus, I wanted to just cover the forming of the current Zero Percent team.
As a side note, I never admit to being good at writing. Seriously, I just wrote this because I wanted to write this bit about the Zeros. If I write anything else, it'll be a miracle.
That, and
wynther_knight thinks I write ok.
Team Zero Percent is c. Me me me!
PCA is c. Ebony Leopard.
pokecombatacademy .If you want to know why I didn't use anyone else's characters, well, I didn't feel comfortable writing anything about others, plus, I wanted to just cover the forming of the current Zero Percent team.
As a side note, I never admit to being good at writing. Seriously, I just wrote this because I wanted to write this bit about the Zeros. If I write anything else, it'll be a miracle.
That, and
wynther_knight thinks I write ok.Team Zero Percent is c. Me me me!
PCA is c. Ebony Leopard.
Category Story / Pokemon
Species Unspecified / Any
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The soft sound of plastic wheels against concrete rose up as the orange buizel skateboarded along one of the sidewalks towards a training field. His twin tails twitched to and fro, sending him swerving around fellow students. His tails spun behind him, speeding up the sleek form zipping along, right up until he neared a set of stairs. The buizel crouched down and then performed a simple jump up and over the stairs.
Vermillion folded his arms over his chest and leaned back against the bench seating. "So, o' wonderful leader. That's what, the thirteenth candidate for team leader? How much longer is this going to go on till you give up?" The purple rattata wore his usual long coat over his short frame. Some might call the rattata short, although usually they wouldn't do it to his muzzled face, less they wanted a punch in the kisser.
The farfetch'd looked over the edge of his bill, a leek onion held gently between the edges of it, at the rattata that sat beside him. Vermillion's black-tinted uniband glasses stared back, but the farfetch'd just looked back towards the field. "Actually, that was only the eleventh candidate", Mal commented. He was used to Vermillion's abrasive nature, although even he was wondering how much longer he could search for a suitable replacement for himself to lead Team Zero Percent. His steely grey eyes narrowed as he chewed on one end of the leek, short pulses of pain in his right leg still reminding him of his injury.
Talon, a tall pidgeotto standing nearby, looked at his two team members. "Verm, none of us are happy about what happened, but complaining about how you want to be team leader isn't going to get us any closer to getting a new team leader. Its Mal's call, not yours." The avian watched the rodent, staring at him as Vermillion glared back towards him. Talon wore his flight vest, decorated in its usual assortment of aeronautic patches and emblems.
"Listen here you overgrown feather duster!", the rattata retorted, practically jumping out of his seat so he could get face to face with the pidgeotto, although the fact that it wasn't quite that easy since the avian was a good head taller than him didn't help. Vermillion stared up at the beak of Talon, gritting his sharp teeth. "There's no sense in doing this anymore! Mal's not going to get better anytime soon, and all those replacements we've interviewed so far were a bunch of jokes! He's holding me from what should be my rightful spot as the new team leader, and you know it, birdseed boy!" Vermillion pushed up the sleeves of his coat, showing that he was going to fight the pidgeotto if he didn't back down. "Now why don't you go--"
"BOOOONNSSSSLLLYYYYY!"
"Bonsly?", Vermillion and Talon questioned in unison, turning their attention from their loud discussion towards the buizel that had come sailing over the concrete stairways leading back towards the academy. A mere second later, the buizel was airborne as his skateboard went one way, and he went headfirst into the sandy field below. Mallary just sighed softly as he closed his eyes, and took the leek onion from his beak and held it between two of his feather fingers.
Talon walked over to right the buizel from his rather undignified position of having his head buried halfway in the sand. "Uh, Otty, are you ok?" The buizel just shook his head, sending bits of sand flying. The pidgeotto acked, raising an armwing up to shield himself from the sudden onslaught of sand. "Otty, quit with the sand attack, sheesh!"
"Oh, sorry about that bro! I'm ok. I only landed on mah head. What’s going on?" Otty smiled and stretched out a bit, dusting off some of the excess sand from his clothes before going to collect his wayward skateboard.
"For the love of Arceus!", the rattata began with a shout. "Otty, our grand leader here has a bum leg, and we've been out here holding some tryouts for a new #1. Remember that, ya' waterlogged water weasel?!?" Vermillion's whiskers twitched as he yelled at the buizel.
"Oh yay! I got ah bit distracted and that's why I'm late, honest!" The buizel held up his hand, placing his other over his chest. "Cross mah tails and hope to never surf again. So, who's our new team leader, bro?"
Vermillion just placed his hand over his muzzle, muttering to himself a quiet string of curse words. Mallary took the few seconds of quiet to point his leek towards the rattata and pidgeotto, "Well Otty, just before you got here, Vermillion and Talon here were having a discussion on that very subject. It seems that the candidates we've had out here right now were lacking in various areas."
"Bwah?", came the reply from Otty, who'd since found a spot to sit down. Vermillion muttered a bit more to himself before looking towards the buizel once more, "He said all the folks we've had show up here are even bigger zeros than we are, and about as dangerous as that onion our fearless leader is chewing ther---"
Vermillion's sentence fell short as he flinched, his beady red eyes staring at the leek onion stem that had embedded itself in the concrete pillar he'd been leaning against. A few inches over, and it might have hit the rattata. "That's enough, Vermillion", the farfetch'd said softly, his eyes narrowed in intense focus as he looked towards the rattata. Even as the pain in his knee pulsed, the farfetch'd stared.
Talon shook his head and folded his armwings across his chest. "Hey, Mal, I know you don't like it when Vermillion starts to go off on his rants, but he does have a point. None of the folks who've showed up so far have been good enough to be our group leader. I'm not saying Vermillion should be the new team leader either, but we're running out of options here."
The rattata slowly turned his attention from the onion that had been Air Slash'd into the concrete pillar, back to the farfetch'd. It took him a few more seconds to shake off the shock of Mal's accuracy and power with just a small vegetable. "Errrr, listen Mal, you don't want me as team leader, fine, but we've been out here for hours with no luck so far. Just make me the temporary team leader for now and we can worry about finding a replacement later." The rattata's tail twitched behind him as he straightened his coat, to make himself look a bit more leaderly to the group.
The effect was soon dispelled at Otty reached over to pat the rattata on his head, "Don't worry Vermie-dude, I'm sure someone will show up that might make a good #1 for the team." The rattata looked up towards the buizel, his eyes narrowed at the cheerful Otty and the goofy smile he wore on his face. Vermillion started to pull back his fist to deck the buizel, but the sound of a cough turned all four sets of eyes down towards the front of the bleachers and the 'mon standing there with his hand to his muzzle.
"Excuse me. Is this the practice field for the Zero Percent try outs? I heard that there might be a position open on the team." The 'mon talking to them was a tall furret, his ears laid back. A soft smirk crossed his muzzled face, staring at the four. The pair of goggles that hung around his neck were a lot more sturdy looking than the usual shades or glasses that many of the fellow students might wear about campus. The coat he wore hung open, and his thick, long tail snaked out behind him, twitching back and forth.
"Woooaaaah, dude. It totally worked", Otty stated out loud, causing the furret's right eyebrow to rise questioningly. The buizel just grinned, "I wonder if I can make other stuff happen. Uh, I'm sure a lot of buizel chicks are gunna show up and give me a new surfboard." The orange water weasel looked around, left and right, as though anticipating the flocking of buizels to appear and give him the item of his desire. What he received was Vermillion shoving him away from him, down into one of the nearby seats, before focusing his red eyes towards the stranger.
"No, now go away", Vermillion stated defiantly towards the furret, a slight sneer on his lips. Talon looked at his lying team mate, then looked over towards the furret, "Actually, it is, despite how much my team mate thinks it isn't." The rattata gritted his teeth, "Keep talking like that, feather brain, and we'll need two replacement team members." The two team members glared at one another, leaving the furret with a confused look on his face.
"Listen, if you're all busy, that's cool. I can come back later", the furret stated, obviously a bit surprised by the pidgeotto and rattata's arguing.
"No need for that", Mallary said back to the furret. The farfetch'd slowly pushed himself into a standing position, using his green and white walking stick to keep him from falling over. "I'm Mal, the buizel is Otty, the vocal rattata over there is Vermillion, and the pidgeotto is Talon. Now who might you be?"
The furret smiled a bit, waving his hand towards the others, "I'm Ferran Zangello, a transfer student. Lets see. I'm a sophomore, and I'm hoping to get on a team, since I'm ok at one-on-one fights, but I figured team battling would be better." He brushed back his headfur from his eyes, smiling as he did. His long tail twitched behind him, sending small bits of sand to either side.
"N. O." The statement by the rattata was like a rusty knife through the conversation, as it dripped with bitter disapproval.
Mallary sighed, disapprovingly, then looked back to Ferran. "Of you can try out to be on part of the team. We'll just need to test your abilities by..." Mal stopped mid-sentence and stared at the rattata that had gripped his jacket with clawed hands. "Is there something you wanted add to the discussion?", he inquired, his steely grey eyes looking down at Vermillion.
"You're damn straight I got something I 'want to add' to your 'discussion'. That... furret... is NOT going to be trying out for the team. I don't care what you say, there is no way I'm going to let a furret try out let alone having a sophomore become our team leader. No. No. No." Vermillion's eyes glinted their crimson color behind the dark glasses that sat on his muzzle.
Ferran blinked a few times at the exchange between the farfetch'd and rattata. "Listen guys, I don't want to cause any strife between team members. Its not a big deal, really."
Mal just grinned and looked over the shoulder of the Vermillion. "No, its quite alright Ferran. Let me discuss this with my friend here, and we'll see about getting you a combat try out." His grin didn't leave his beak as Vermillion yanked the duck down to eye leave.
"Mal, there's no f'n way that furret's going to try out. And there nothing you can say that'll change that!"
"Lets do this!"
The rattata bounced back and forth, seeming surprisingly happy as he dug in his heels, sliding his fingerless gloves over his paws. Across the practice field was Ferran, his big bushy tail twitching slowly. He stretched out slowly, getting warmed up for the fight he was about to be in.
"Mal, Mal, Mal, Mal Mal Mal!"
The farfetch'd tilted his head to look to the buizel that sat beside him. He couldn't help but smile a bit at the water weasel's enthusiasm. "Yes Otty?"
"How did you do it? How did you make Vermie all happy like that?" The buizel's twin tails twitched behind him in eager anticipation of an answer. "Oh, I know, you used a Confusion Ray on him. This is all part of your secret plan to hide the fact that you're really a psyduck. Or a robot. Or a robot psyduck! Don't worry bro, I won't tell anyone."
Talon reached over from his spot beside Otty to pat the delusional buizel's head. "No Otty, I don't think Mal's a robot psyduck. I'm sure we'd have noticed that. Why don't we let him tell us what happened? So, what did happen Mal? I thought Vermillion said there was no way Ferran was going to be allowed to try out."
"Its quite simple really. I just told Vermillion he could be team leader if he could beat Ferran." Mal grinned some as he put the end of a stalk of onion in his beak, before looking back towards the practice field.
"So the only reason Vermillion's out there is so he can beat the ever living tar out of a sophomore furret and become team leader? Damn Mal, that's cruel. I mean, you know how much Vermillion hates furrets. He's practically civilized when he deals with us, but a furret? Oh 'mon..." Talon sunk back into his seat as he looked out towards the field.
"We'll see", Mal retorted.
Otty leaned over to Talon, and whispered to him, "Are you sure Mal's not a robot psyduck?"
Vermillion folded his arms over his chest and leaned back against the bench seating. "So, o' wonderful leader. That's what, the thirteenth candidate for team leader? How much longer is this going to go on till you give up?" The purple rattata wore his usual long coat over his short frame. Some might call the rattata short, although usually they wouldn't do it to his muzzled face, less they wanted a punch in the kisser.
The farfetch'd looked over the edge of his bill, a leek onion held gently between the edges of it, at the rattata that sat beside him. Vermillion's black-tinted uniband glasses stared back, but the farfetch'd just looked back towards the field. "Actually, that was only the eleventh candidate", Mal commented. He was used to Vermillion's abrasive nature, although even he was wondering how much longer he could search for a suitable replacement for himself to lead Team Zero Percent. His steely grey eyes narrowed as he chewed on one end of the leek, short pulses of pain in his right leg still reminding him of his injury.
Talon, a tall pidgeotto standing nearby, looked at his two team members. "Verm, none of us are happy about what happened, but complaining about how you want to be team leader isn't going to get us any closer to getting a new team leader. Its Mal's call, not yours." The avian watched the rodent, staring at him as Vermillion glared back towards him. Talon wore his flight vest, decorated in its usual assortment of aeronautic patches and emblems.
"Listen here you overgrown feather duster!", the rattata retorted, practically jumping out of his seat so he could get face to face with the pidgeotto, although the fact that it wasn't quite that easy since the avian was a good head taller than him didn't help. Vermillion stared up at the beak of Talon, gritting his sharp teeth. "There's no sense in doing this anymore! Mal's not going to get better anytime soon, and all those replacements we've interviewed so far were a bunch of jokes! He's holding me from what should be my rightful spot as the new team leader, and you know it, birdseed boy!" Vermillion pushed up the sleeves of his coat, showing that he was going to fight the pidgeotto if he didn't back down. "Now why don't you go--"
"BOOOONNSSSSLLLYYYYY!"
"Bonsly?", Vermillion and Talon questioned in unison, turning their attention from their loud discussion towards the buizel that had come sailing over the concrete stairways leading back towards the academy. A mere second later, the buizel was airborne as his skateboard went one way, and he went headfirst into the sandy field below. Mallary just sighed softly as he closed his eyes, and took the leek onion from his beak and held it between two of his feather fingers.
Talon walked over to right the buizel from his rather undignified position of having his head buried halfway in the sand. "Uh, Otty, are you ok?" The buizel just shook his head, sending bits of sand flying. The pidgeotto acked, raising an armwing up to shield himself from the sudden onslaught of sand. "Otty, quit with the sand attack, sheesh!"
"Oh, sorry about that bro! I'm ok. I only landed on mah head. What’s going on?" Otty smiled and stretched out a bit, dusting off some of the excess sand from his clothes before going to collect his wayward skateboard.
"For the love of Arceus!", the rattata began with a shout. "Otty, our grand leader here has a bum leg, and we've been out here holding some tryouts for a new #1. Remember that, ya' waterlogged water weasel?!?" Vermillion's whiskers twitched as he yelled at the buizel.
"Oh yay! I got ah bit distracted and that's why I'm late, honest!" The buizel held up his hand, placing his other over his chest. "Cross mah tails and hope to never surf again. So, who's our new team leader, bro?"
Vermillion just placed his hand over his muzzle, muttering to himself a quiet string of curse words. Mallary took the few seconds of quiet to point his leek towards the rattata and pidgeotto, "Well Otty, just before you got here, Vermillion and Talon here were having a discussion on that very subject. It seems that the candidates we've had out here right now were lacking in various areas."
"Bwah?", came the reply from Otty, who'd since found a spot to sit down. Vermillion muttered a bit more to himself before looking towards the buizel once more, "He said all the folks we've had show up here are even bigger zeros than we are, and about as dangerous as that onion our fearless leader is chewing ther---"
Vermillion's sentence fell short as he flinched, his beady red eyes staring at the leek onion stem that had embedded itself in the concrete pillar he'd been leaning against. A few inches over, and it might have hit the rattata. "That's enough, Vermillion", the farfetch'd said softly, his eyes narrowed in intense focus as he looked towards the rattata. Even as the pain in his knee pulsed, the farfetch'd stared.
Talon shook his head and folded his armwings across his chest. "Hey, Mal, I know you don't like it when Vermillion starts to go off on his rants, but he does have a point. None of the folks who've showed up so far have been good enough to be our group leader. I'm not saying Vermillion should be the new team leader either, but we're running out of options here."
The rattata slowly turned his attention from the onion that had been Air Slash'd into the concrete pillar, back to the farfetch'd. It took him a few more seconds to shake off the shock of Mal's accuracy and power with just a small vegetable. "Errrr, listen Mal, you don't want me as team leader, fine, but we've been out here for hours with no luck so far. Just make me the temporary team leader for now and we can worry about finding a replacement later." The rattata's tail twitched behind him as he straightened his coat, to make himself look a bit more leaderly to the group.
The effect was soon dispelled at Otty reached over to pat the rattata on his head, "Don't worry Vermie-dude, I'm sure someone will show up that might make a good #1 for the team." The rattata looked up towards the buizel, his eyes narrowed at the cheerful Otty and the goofy smile he wore on his face. Vermillion started to pull back his fist to deck the buizel, but the sound of a cough turned all four sets of eyes down towards the front of the bleachers and the 'mon standing there with his hand to his muzzle.
"Excuse me. Is this the practice field for the Zero Percent try outs? I heard that there might be a position open on the team." The 'mon talking to them was a tall furret, his ears laid back. A soft smirk crossed his muzzled face, staring at the four. The pair of goggles that hung around his neck were a lot more sturdy looking than the usual shades or glasses that many of the fellow students might wear about campus. The coat he wore hung open, and his thick, long tail snaked out behind him, twitching back and forth.
"Woooaaaah, dude. It totally worked", Otty stated out loud, causing the furret's right eyebrow to rise questioningly. The buizel just grinned, "I wonder if I can make other stuff happen. Uh, I'm sure a lot of buizel chicks are gunna show up and give me a new surfboard." The orange water weasel looked around, left and right, as though anticipating the flocking of buizels to appear and give him the item of his desire. What he received was Vermillion shoving him away from him, down into one of the nearby seats, before focusing his red eyes towards the stranger.
"No, now go away", Vermillion stated defiantly towards the furret, a slight sneer on his lips. Talon looked at his lying team mate, then looked over towards the furret, "Actually, it is, despite how much my team mate thinks it isn't." The rattata gritted his teeth, "Keep talking like that, feather brain, and we'll need two replacement team members." The two team members glared at one another, leaving the furret with a confused look on his face.
"Listen, if you're all busy, that's cool. I can come back later", the furret stated, obviously a bit surprised by the pidgeotto and rattata's arguing.
"No need for that", Mallary said back to the furret. The farfetch'd slowly pushed himself into a standing position, using his green and white walking stick to keep him from falling over. "I'm Mal, the buizel is Otty, the vocal rattata over there is Vermillion, and the pidgeotto is Talon. Now who might you be?"
The furret smiled a bit, waving his hand towards the others, "I'm Ferran Zangello, a transfer student. Lets see. I'm a sophomore, and I'm hoping to get on a team, since I'm ok at one-on-one fights, but I figured team battling would be better." He brushed back his headfur from his eyes, smiling as he did. His long tail twitched behind him, sending small bits of sand to either side.
"N. O." The statement by the rattata was like a rusty knife through the conversation, as it dripped with bitter disapproval.
Mallary sighed, disapprovingly, then looked back to Ferran. "Of you can try out to be on part of the team. We'll just need to test your abilities by..." Mal stopped mid-sentence and stared at the rattata that had gripped his jacket with clawed hands. "Is there something you wanted add to the discussion?", he inquired, his steely grey eyes looking down at Vermillion.
"You're damn straight I got something I 'want to add' to your 'discussion'. That... furret... is NOT going to be trying out for the team. I don't care what you say, there is no way I'm going to let a furret try out let alone having a sophomore become our team leader. No. No. No." Vermillion's eyes glinted their crimson color behind the dark glasses that sat on his muzzle.
Ferran blinked a few times at the exchange between the farfetch'd and rattata. "Listen guys, I don't want to cause any strife between team members. Its not a big deal, really."
Mal just grinned and looked over the shoulder of the Vermillion. "No, its quite alright Ferran. Let me discuss this with my friend here, and we'll see about getting you a combat try out." His grin didn't leave his beak as Vermillion yanked the duck down to eye leave.
"Mal, there's no f'n way that furret's going to try out. And there nothing you can say that'll change that!"
"Lets do this!"
The rattata bounced back and forth, seeming surprisingly happy as he dug in his heels, sliding his fingerless gloves over his paws. Across the practice field was Ferran, his big bushy tail twitching slowly. He stretched out slowly, getting warmed up for the fight he was about to be in.
"Mal, Mal, Mal, Mal Mal Mal!"
The farfetch'd tilted his head to look to the buizel that sat beside him. He couldn't help but smile a bit at the water weasel's enthusiasm. "Yes Otty?"
"How did you do it? How did you make Vermie all happy like that?" The buizel's twin tails twitched behind him in eager anticipation of an answer. "Oh, I know, you used a Confusion Ray on him. This is all part of your secret plan to hide the fact that you're really a psyduck. Or a robot. Or a robot psyduck! Don't worry bro, I won't tell anyone."
Talon reached over from his spot beside Otty to pat the delusional buizel's head. "No Otty, I don't think Mal's a robot psyduck. I'm sure we'd have noticed that. Why don't we let him tell us what happened? So, what did happen Mal? I thought Vermillion said there was no way Ferran was going to be allowed to try out."
"Its quite simple really. I just told Vermillion he could be team leader if he could beat Ferran." Mal grinned some as he put the end of a stalk of onion in his beak, before looking back towards the practice field.
"So the only reason Vermillion's out there is so he can beat the ever living tar out of a sophomore furret and become team leader? Damn Mal, that's cruel. I mean, you know how much Vermillion hates furrets. He's practically civilized when he deals with us, but a furret? Oh 'mon..." Talon sunk back into his seat as he looked out towards the field.
"We'll see", Mal retorted.
Otty leaned over to Talon, and whispered to him, "Are you sure Mal's not a robot psyduck?"
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