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I wanted to post this up, just to show a little of what I'm working on just now, especially to see Chupi's thoughts on what's been gathered so far, this is all very basic draft, but things and ideas are starting to work well, so hopefully we'll see something more soon. ^^
Evolution's been a hot-topic of late, what with Tallen/Kompy's already very awesome story, but this story has been held back a long time now because of me, lol, so with evolution taking center-stage, it seems good enough a trigger to get me going again.
XD Thanks go out to everyone in the chat who helped pick some of the book names, some others are references to others, see how many you can find!
Pike/Mrs Glowybutt C Chupi
Anyone else mentioned C their owners :B
Evolution's been a hot-topic of late, what with Tallen/Kompy's already very awesome story, but this story has been held back a long time now because of me, lol, so with evolution taking center-stage, it seems good enough a trigger to get me going again.
XD Thanks go out to everyone in the chat who helped pick some of the book names, some others are references to others, see how many you can find!
Pike/Mrs Glowybutt C Chupi
Anyone else mentioned C their owners :B
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Changes.
“Everybody Evolves, Evolution for Dummies, Intelligent Design, The Top 10 Myths of Evolution, Entertaining Empoleons…”
Within the Viridian Library, it seemed some students had decided to take up construction work, as Faith Sumisu and Pike Supiaa sat behind the table, with a quickly growing tower of not-so-light reading building before them.
“I still feel like I’m not getting any new answers here…” Faith sighed as she sat there face-first in her latest reference book, the albino Vulpix wheelchair-bound once more, dressed in her standard shrine robes, with a propped up leg proudly showing off the pink cast that sprouted out of her long red skirt.
Pike however, sat uneasily in his own chair, his eyes more distracted to the girl herself than the amassed collection they’d gathered. “Nnn…” He quietly agreed to nothing in particular.
“All these books… you’d think some of them talked about evolution rituals and such…” Faith troubled onward, not yet noticing she was the only one burying herself in her studies.
“Nnn…” He let himself stay on autopilot as he let his thoughts drift.
It was almost summer’s end now… and what had he and Faith done with it? She was always either training, studying some new technique or busy catching up with her medical studies for classes that would soon be looming upon them.
And him? His new job wasn’t exactly time-consuming, reviewing movies and games… so why weren’t they sharing time together? Why did it feel like summer had came and gone without them doing all those things boyfriend and girlfriend were meant to do?
“Pike, it’s not that bad.”
“Huh?” The Beedrill sat up straight suddenly, his stinger-like arms flat on the table as he looked to his girlfriend.
“I mean… I know it’s a little embarrassing some of the anatomy stuff… but there’s no need to blush like that?” She half-laughed, her own red flush more than visible among that white fur.
“Oh… uh… sure,” The bug boyfriend spread his wings, pushing the chair back, “I’m just going to get some more books, alright?”
The Vulpix blinked over the rims of her glasses, a little bemused looking, if not hiding a little disappointment to be left by herself, but she smiled and nodded nonetheless, “Hurry back!”
*******
Pike’s wings buzzed as he flew up and down, his compound eyes moving over the books like a scanner automatically, hardly even registering them as he thought over it all…
Why was it that it felt like so little had been done, that they’d done nothing together this summer, and he’d just sat back and let them waste all that time away?
Sure, there was the fair, and the movies, and even the in between meals and trips to the mall...
But the one time she uses the swimming suit he’d helped her pick out, she didn’t even invite him.
Nope, all of a sudden, Mrs Cartego is telling him that Faith up and vanished to the beach for the weekend, and all because Izzy, the so-called reincarnation of Lucario-sama (Lucario-DONO, Faith corrected him EVERY time…) just up and calls her on a whim!
Why was Faith following in such… well… for lack of better words, blind faith!? She hardly ever was one to show off any religious fanaticism… besides maybe her little Aura Mantra before battles… or, using aura in battles… or… hardly changing out of those robes since she’d been able to peel off that school uniform…
He sighed resolutely, and suddenly turned to receive a harsh look from the Azumarill helping arrange returned books by the desk, realising his beating wings had hit a fever pitched whine, and attempted a look of strangled apology, slowing them down and calming the sound.
But still, why had he never seen it, or thought of how badly this could go, that the girl was tied to that religion, to that stupid Lucario-worshipping cult?!
If it wasn’t for them, he wouldn’t be even in this situation right now!
“Hush!”
Pike didn’t even look over this time, pushing his wings back a little, his frustration in his face boiling over… why hadn’t she told him?
Why hadn’t Faith trusted him?
Why hadn’t she told him what would happen when she evolved?
He stopped, coming across a relevant volume… he had to come back with something at least, as he flew a little higher, and wriggled the tome out with his toes on the top rim, pulling it back, before he could put his stingers under it, and use his chin on top to pull it out and examine it.
“So, You’ve Grown A New Head: A beginner’s guide to talking to yourself…” He murmured unappreciatively with half-lids, lazily looking at the picture of a Dugtrio girl and her two new heads all looking at each other in surprise.
“....Why can’t things just stay the same…?” He stared at the picture for moments on end, until a scratching noise came, mixed with a set of grunts almost mimicking the ones he’d made struggling the book out: glancing around, he didn’t see any of the school idiots making fun of him, only when he looked down finally, did he see a Weedle boy, struggling with those tiny little sucker-pad paws on a book’s spine, even though it was already jutting out of the sides its well-packed shelf it seemed it was still giving the bug some trouble.
Pike felt a stab of empathy, and without even thinking about it, he gently buzzed lower to the ground, and jabbed his stinger in the gap behind the book, pushing it loose and into the Weedle’s juggling grasp, “You okay there?”
The Weedle blinked up at him with those big, beady eyes, his snout bobbing as if he were about to cry as he looked between Pike and the book, and then suddenly he took off, scuttling away around the side of the shelves! Leaving Pike there, a stinger still extended and his mouth still hanging open from his last question, as he shook his head, he knew the feeling he supposed, how long ago he’d been a Weedle, and he knew himself when he’d been that age, how he’d always tried to do the same things all by himself as he examined those long, cumbersome spikes.
No-one wanted to be considered a less-than person, being born without arms, without hands, without fingers, it was something familiar to every member of his species, his family, all of them on disability benefit, an ironic little stab perhaps to the days of old, when Beedrills ruled the tribal skies, their weapons proud, and now, their weapons sheathed, the knights of old gone, what was left for them?
What pride was there that wasn’t already so fragile and small?
He placed down his book carefully, even if he had no interest in it, as he buzzed slowly around the shelf corner, he wanted to check that the little one was okay, if there was anything he could do, say, anything to feel more than useless.
And spot him he did, but what he saw, made the Beedrill’s wings splutter their beat and drop him to his feet.
“There you are Zachary!” The kind old voice cooed, as the Weedle made his way a little more carefully now, past the other rows of infant mon in the kids corner, some transfixed, some wandering or inspecting things with either their eyes or their mouths, but all of them waiting on the little old lady seated before them in the children’s corner.
A warm looking old-womon, dressed in fine formal blouse, skirt, shirt and choker, with wispy greying hair and tiny pebble glasses held in place by a little chain around her neck, the Illumise sat prim and proper with a smile on her face as she took the book from the Weedle who scampered away back to his own spot.
“…Mrs Glowybutt?” Pike let the words tumble out of his mouth before he could even think.
And then finally, the Illumise turned to him, as fading rosy eyes just shone for a moment, and that smile widened with a little chuckle, “My, my, Pike Supiaa… you aren’t here for me to read you a story too, are you?”
“Everybody Evolves, Evolution for Dummies, Intelligent Design, The Top 10 Myths of Evolution, Entertaining Empoleons…”
Within the Viridian Library, it seemed some students had decided to take up construction work, as Faith Sumisu and Pike Supiaa sat behind the table, with a quickly growing tower of not-so-light reading building before them.
“I still feel like I’m not getting any new answers here…” Faith sighed as she sat there face-first in her latest reference book, the albino Vulpix wheelchair-bound once more, dressed in her standard shrine robes, with a propped up leg proudly showing off the pink cast that sprouted out of her long red skirt.
Pike however, sat uneasily in his own chair, his eyes more distracted to the girl herself than the amassed collection they’d gathered. “Nnn…” He quietly agreed to nothing in particular.
“All these books… you’d think some of them talked about evolution rituals and such…” Faith troubled onward, not yet noticing she was the only one burying herself in her studies.
“Nnn…” He let himself stay on autopilot as he let his thoughts drift.
It was almost summer’s end now… and what had he and Faith done with it? She was always either training, studying some new technique or busy catching up with her medical studies for classes that would soon be looming upon them.
And him? His new job wasn’t exactly time-consuming, reviewing movies and games… so why weren’t they sharing time together? Why did it feel like summer had came and gone without them doing all those things boyfriend and girlfriend were meant to do?
“Pike, it’s not that bad.”
“Huh?” The Beedrill sat up straight suddenly, his stinger-like arms flat on the table as he looked to his girlfriend.
“I mean… I know it’s a little embarrassing some of the anatomy stuff… but there’s no need to blush like that?” She half-laughed, her own red flush more than visible among that white fur.
“Oh… uh… sure,” The bug boyfriend spread his wings, pushing the chair back, “I’m just going to get some more books, alright?”
The Vulpix blinked over the rims of her glasses, a little bemused looking, if not hiding a little disappointment to be left by herself, but she smiled and nodded nonetheless, “Hurry back!”
*******
Pike’s wings buzzed as he flew up and down, his compound eyes moving over the books like a scanner automatically, hardly even registering them as he thought over it all…
Why was it that it felt like so little had been done, that they’d done nothing together this summer, and he’d just sat back and let them waste all that time away?
Sure, there was the fair, and the movies, and even the in between meals and trips to the mall...
But the one time she uses the swimming suit he’d helped her pick out, she didn’t even invite him.
Nope, all of a sudden, Mrs Cartego is telling him that Faith up and vanished to the beach for the weekend, and all because Izzy, the so-called reincarnation of Lucario-sama (Lucario-DONO, Faith corrected him EVERY time…) just up and calls her on a whim!
Why was Faith following in such… well… for lack of better words, blind faith!? She hardly ever was one to show off any religious fanaticism… besides maybe her little Aura Mantra before battles… or, using aura in battles… or… hardly changing out of those robes since she’d been able to peel off that school uniform…
He sighed resolutely, and suddenly turned to receive a harsh look from the Azumarill helping arrange returned books by the desk, realising his beating wings had hit a fever pitched whine, and attempted a look of strangled apology, slowing them down and calming the sound.
But still, why had he never seen it, or thought of how badly this could go, that the girl was tied to that religion, to that stupid Lucario-worshipping cult?!
If it wasn’t for them, he wouldn’t be even in this situation right now!
“Hush!”
Pike didn’t even look over this time, pushing his wings back a little, his frustration in his face boiling over… why hadn’t she told him?
Why hadn’t Faith trusted him?
Why hadn’t she told him what would happen when she evolved?
He stopped, coming across a relevant volume… he had to come back with something at least, as he flew a little higher, and wriggled the tome out with his toes on the top rim, pulling it back, before he could put his stingers under it, and use his chin on top to pull it out and examine it.
“So, You’ve Grown A New Head: A beginner’s guide to talking to yourself…” He murmured unappreciatively with half-lids, lazily looking at the picture of a Dugtrio girl and her two new heads all looking at each other in surprise.
“....Why can’t things just stay the same…?” He stared at the picture for moments on end, until a scratching noise came, mixed with a set of grunts almost mimicking the ones he’d made struggling the book out: glancing around, he didn’t see any of the school idiots making fun of him, only when he looked down finally, did he see a Weedle boy, struggling with those tiny little sucker-pad paws on a book’s spine, even though it was already jutting out of the sides its well-packed shelf it seemed it was still giving the bug some trouble.
Pike felt a stab of empathy, and without even thinking about it, he gently buzzed lower to the ground, and jabbed his stinger in the gap behind the book, pushing it loose and into the Weedle’s juggling grasp, “You okay there?”
The Weedle blinked up at him with those big, beady eyes, his snout bobbing as if he were about to cry as he looked between Pike and the book, and then suddenly he took off, scuttling away around the side of the shelves! Leaving Pike there, a stinger still extended and his mouth still hanging open from his last question, as he shook his head, he knew the feeling he supposed, how long ago he’d been a Weedle, and he knew himself when he’d been that age, how he’d always tried to do the same things all by himself as he examined those long, cumbersome spikes.
No-one wanted to be considered a less-than person, being born without arms, without hands, without fingers, it was something familiar to every member of his species, his family, all of them on disability benefit, an ironic little stab perhaps to the days of old, when Beedrills ruled the tribal skies, their weapons proud, and now, their weapons sheathed, the knights of old gone, what was left for them?
What pride was there that wasn’t already so fragile and small?
He placed down his book carefully, even if he had no interest in it, as he buzzed slowly around the shelf corner, he wanted to check that the little one was okay, if there was anything he could do, say, anything to feel more than useless.
And spot him he did, but what he saw, made the Beedrill’s wings splutter their beat and drop him to his feet.
“There you are Zachary!” The kind old voice cooed, as the Weedle made his way a little more carefully now, past the other rows of infant mon in the kids corner, some transfixed, some wandering or inspecting things with either their eyes or their mouths, but all of them waiting on the little old lady seated before them in the children’s corner.
A warm looking old-womon, dressed in fine formal blouse, skirt, shirt and choker, with wispy greying hair and tiny pebble glasses held in place by a little chain around her neck, the Illumise sat prim and proper with a smile on her face as she took the book from the Weedle who scampered away back to his own spot.
“…Mrs Glowybutt?” Pike let the words tumble out of his mouth before he could even think.
And then finally, the Illumise turned to him, as fading rosy eyes just shone for a moment, and that smile widened with a little chuckle, “My, my, Pike Supiaa… you aren’t here for me to read you a story too, are you?”
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