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A fun little short staring the madness that ensues when you put too many fire-type Pokemon together in one room. Features characters from several Poke artists.
Category Story / Pokemon
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 50 x 50px
File Size 38 kB
A/N: This is just a small silly story I wrote. It follows the goings on of EbonyLeopard’s Poke-Combat Academy (PCA) and features several characters from a number of FA artists (as well as one of my own). Hope you all enjoy it! I decided to put it here for anyone who has problems downloading.
FIRE CLUB
By GammaEradon
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Reynard “René” Vulpes huffed as he ran through the halls of the Poke-Combat Academy. “Great, I’m late.” He grunted to no one in particular as he ran. “I’ve got to remember to NOT schedule practice for the same day as a club meeting!” Not really looking where he was going, he failed to notice the door that was being pushed open until he ran headlong into it.
“Oww…” René commented as he toppled over backwards and lay dazed on the floor. From the other side of the door a head poked around, quickly followed by the body it was attached to.
“You’re late.” A giant Typhlosion commented as he looked down on the scrawny Vulpix lying prone on the floor.
“I’m fine thanks.” René said in response to a greeting that wasn’t said. “Unless you count the concussion but really, what’s a head injury between clubmates?”
“You should really make more of an effort to be on time.” The Typhlosion said as if René hadn’t spoken. “Come on, we’re doing roll call.”
René picked himself off the floor and wiped the dust from his tails as he followed the giant mon in. The rest of the club was already there.
A Cyndaquil squinted through a tiny pair of glasses sat behind what was normally a teacher’s desk. “Hello all,” He said. “I’m Quintin, President of the Fire-Types Student Association or Fire Club and this is Vice-President Rick,” he indicated the giant Typhlosion. “Please say your name and what team you’re on. I’m Quintin from Team Blue.”
“Rick of Team White.” The Typhlosion rumbled as he looked around. “I’m also called Chindy.”
“Mitzi Fiera, Team Jet.” A happy, if vapid looking, Growlithe girl called out. Next to her was a diminutive but tough looking Flareon. “Coal, leader of Team Silver.” He introduced himself.
“Tori of Team Green!” A Torichic proclaimed proudly. “Blister of Team TroubleBoys!” A smiling Slugma said with a flair.
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“Charmandra, Team Red.” A shy looking Charmander girl said quietly. Next to her was a Magmar girl named Meghan and then it was Rene’s turn. “René of Team Turquoise.” René said flatly.
“Thank you all for attending.” Quintin said as he shuffled some papers. “Because of our difficulties at our last meeting, I’m going to have to reread our Club Rules. Rule One: The following list of foods is forbidden at Fire Club meetings: Spicy foods, pepper, alcoholic beverages, gassy foods…” Blister sniggered at Quintin’s uncomfortable look on his face.
“Rule Two…” Quintin started.
“You do not talk about Fire Club!” Blister shouted among much eye rolling and groans. Quintin attempted to ignore Blister and move along.
“Rule Three…” Quintin continued.
“We will provide all members with coffee.” René said as he slumped down in his seat.
“Sit up.” Chindy chided René. “It’s rude to interrupt.”
“I had a long day and just came from team practice.” René replied. “There’s nothing as exhausting as getting tossed around by a psychotic Scyther.”
“All Scythers are psychotic.” Tori put in.
“That’s not the point.” René answered. “I’m still working on what IS the point but I know that isn’t it.”
“Perhaps we should move on.” Quintin suggested. “As you all know, Fire types have to learn a degree of control that few others have to master. Fire, as we all know—especially after last week’s meeting—” Quintin muttered to himself, “…is dangerous. Water is cool and soothing. Earth is steady and stable. But fire, fire is alive. It breathes. It grows. Without a pokemon a rock will not throw itself, but fire will spread and destroy everything in its path, if one does not have the will to control it.”
“Plus it’s all bright and pretty!” Mitzi noted happily.
“Yes…yes it is.” Quitnin sighed. “So today we’re all going to work on some breathing exercises as breathing is crucial to creating fire. Everyone take a seat on the floor, yes, and cross your legs. Good.” He switched on a small CD player and the room filled with the sound of chanting monks. “Everyone, with me.” Quintin said as he took a deep breathe. “Ohm.”
“Ohm…Ohm...”
“Ohm on the range…” Blister snickered.
“BLISTER!” Everyone shouted at the irrepressible jokester. Quintin rubbed the sides of his head in an attempt to stave off the headache he felt coming.
“Everyone just practice breathing. Deep breathes then a series of short quick breathes.”
“HIK!” Everyone’s heads whipped around at the noise and looked at an embarrassed looking Charmandra.
“Sorry.” She said meekly. “But I’ve got the—HIK!—ups and I can’t—HIK!—stop.”
“Try taking deep breathes.” Quintin told her.
“I thought you were supposed to hold your breath.” Meghan said.
“Drink some water?” Tori suggested.
“Stand on her head?” Mitzi chimed in.
“How could that help?” René demanded.
“Well its fun, I do it all the time!”
“It shows, believe me.”
“HIK!” Charmandra hiccupped again, this time flame spurted out of her mouth. She clamped her hands over her mouth as she hiccupped again and again.
“This could be a problem.” Coal winced.
“Ya think?” Tori snapped.
“Could be worse.” Blister commented. “She could have gas.”
“Pig.” Meghan sighed. As Charmandra’s hiccups got worse—despite the various home remedies suggested—her eyes started watering as she tried to hold in her firery breath. Finally, she could hold it in no more and with the next hiccup came close to frying half the Fire Club.
“Whoa!” Rick ‘Chindy’ said as he toppled backwards onto Tori. Someone tread on Meghan’s tail and she let out a scream, coupled with a fire blast that nearly scorched Quintin’s glasses. The frightened Cyndaquil’s back exploded into flames which in turn caused Mitzi to topple backwards onto René in order to avoid them. Within moments everyone in the Fire Club was either falling all over one another or causing half a dozen small fires which, while not life threatening were still pretty annoying.
Down the hall stood two pokemon, a Drowzee girl named Weaver and a Zubat named Zeke.
“Smoke?” Zeke asked his friend as he lifted his nose to the sky and sniffed.
“Smoke.” Weaver confirmed.
“Fire Club?”
“Fire Club.”
“Marshmallows?” Zeke grinned as he held up a bag.
“Weenies.” Weaver added as she used her psychic powers to carry a bag full of them with her.
&&&
Charmandra, Coal, Tori, Quintin, and the PCA concept is © to EbonyLeopard
Mitzi is © to Carlito
Rick (Chindy) is © to RickGriffin
Blister, Zeke, and Weaver are © to KaeMantis
Meghan is © to Kompy (Who helped inspire this fic!)
René is © to me.
FIRE CLUB
By GammaEradon
&&&
Reynard “René” Vulpes huffed as he ran through the halls of the Poke-Combat Academy. “Great, I’m late.” He grunted to no one in particular as he ran. “I’ve got to remember to NOT schedule practice for the same day as a club meeting!” Not really looking where he was going, he failed to notice the door that was being pushed open until he ran headlong into it.
“Oww…” René commented as he toppled over backwards and lay dazed on the floor. From the other side of the door a head poked around, quickly followed by the body it was attached to.
“You’re late.” A giant Typhlosion commented as he looked down on the scrawny Vulpix lying prone on the floor.
“I’m fine thanks.” René said in response to a greeting that wasn’t said. “Unless you count the concussion but really, what’s a head injury between clubmates?”
“You should really make more of an effort to be on time.” The Typhlosion said as if René hadn’t spoken. “Come on, we’re doing roll call.”
René picked himself off the floor and wiped the dust from his tails as he followed the giant mon in. The rest of the club was already there.
A Cyndaquil squinted through a tiny pair of glasses sat behind what was normally a teacher’s desk. “Hello all,” He said. “I’m Quintin, President of the Fire-Types Student Association or Fire Club and this is Vice-President Rick,” he indicated the giant Typhlosion. “Please say your name and what team you’re on. I’m Quintin from Team Blue.”
“Rick of Team White.” The Typhlosion rumbled as he looked around. “I’m also called Chindy.”
“Mitzi Fiera, Team Jet.” A happy, if vapid looking, Growlithe girl called out. Next to her was a diminutive but tough looking Flareon. “Coal, leader of Team Silver.” He introduced himself.
“Tori of Team Green!” A Torichic proclaimed proudly. “Blister of Team TroubleBoys!” A smiling Slugma said with a flair.
.
“Charmandra, Team Red.” A shy looking Charmander girl said quietly. Next to her was a Magmar girl named Meghan and then it was Rene’s turn. “René of Team Turquoise.” René said flatly.
“Thank you all for attending.” Quintin said as he shuffled some papers. “Because of our difficulties at our last meeting, I’m going to have to reread our Club Rules. Rule One: The following list of foods is forbidden at Fire Club meetings: Spicy foods, pepper, alcoholic beverages, gassy foods…” Blister sniggered at Quintin’s uncomfortable look on his face.
“Rule Two…” Quintin started.
“You do not talk about Fire Club!” Blister shouted among much eye rolling and groans. Quintin attempted to ignore Blister and move along.
“Rule Three…” Quintin continued.
“We will provide all members with coffee.” René said as he slumped down in his seat.
“Sit up.” Chindy chided René. “It’s rude to interrupt.”
“I had a long day and just came from team practice.” René replied. “There’s nothing as exhausting as getting tossed around by a psychotic Scyther.”
“All Scythers are psychotic.” Tori put in.
“That’s not the point.” René answered. “I’m still working on what IS the point but I know that isn’t it.”
“Perhaps we should move on.” Quintin suggested. “As you all know, Fire types have to learn a degree of control that few others have to master. Fire, as we all know—especially after last week’s meeting—” Quintin muttered to himself, “…is dangerous. Water is cool and soothing. Earth is steady and stable. But fire, fire is alive. It breathes. It grows. Without a pokemon a rock will not throw itself, but fire will spread and destroy everything in its path, if one does not have the will to control it.”
“Plus it’s all bright and pretty!” Mitzi noted happily.
“Yes…yes it is.” Quitnin sighed. “So today we’re all going to work on some breathing exercises as breathing is crucial to creating fire. Everyone take a seat on the floor, yes, and cross your legs. Good.” He switched on a small CD player and the room filled with the sound of chanting monks. “Everyone, with me.” Quintin said as he took a deep breathe. “Ohm.”
“Ohm…Ohm...”
“Ohm on the range…” Blister snickered.
“BLISTER!” Everyone shouted at the irrepressible jokester. Quintin rubbed the sides of his head in an attempt to stave off the headache he felt coming.
“Everyone just practice breathing. Deep breathes then a series of short quick breathes.”
“HIK!” Everyone’s heads whipped around at the noise and looked at an embarrassed looking Charmandra.
“Sorry.” She said meekly. “But I’ve got the—HIK!—ups and I can’t—HIK!—stop.”
“Try taking deep breathes.” Quintin told her.
“I thought you were supposed to hold your breath.” Meghan said.
“Drink some water?” Tori suggested.
“Stand on her head?” Mitzi chimed in.
“How could that help?” René demanded.
“Well its fun, I do it all the time!”
“It shows, believe me.”
“HIK!” Charmandra hiccupped again, this time flame spurted out of her mouth. She clamped her hands over her mouth as she hiccupped again and again.
“This could be a problem.” Coal winced.
“Ya think?” Tori snapped.
“Could be worse.” Blister commented. “She could have gas.”
“Pig.” Meghan sighed. As Charmandra’s hiccups got worse—despite the various home remedies suggested—her eyes started watering as she tried to hold in her firery breath. Finally, she could hold it in no more and with the next hiccup came close to frying half the Fire Club.
“Whoa!” Rick ‘Chindy’ said as he toppled backwards onto Tori. Someone tread on Meghan’s tail and she let out a scream, coupled with a fire blast that nearly scorched Quintin’s glasses. The frightened Cyndaquil’s back exploded into flames which in turn caused Mitzi to topple backwards onto René in order to avoid them. Within moments everyone in the Fire Club was either falling all over one another or causing half a dozen small fires which, while not life threatening were still pretty annoying.
Down the hall stood two pokemon, a Drowzee girl named Weaver and a Zubat named Zeke.
“Smoke?” Zeke asked his friend as he lifted his nose to the sky and sniffed.
“Smoke.” Weaver confirmed.
“Fire Club?”
“Fire Club.”
“Marshmallows?” Zeke grinned as he held up a bag.
“Weenies.” Weaver added as she used her psychic powers to carry a bag full of them with her.
&&&
Charmandra, Coal, Tori, Quintin, and the PCA concept is © to EbonyLeopard
Mitzi is © to Carlito
Rick (Chindy) is © to RickGriffin
Blister, Zeke, and Weaver are © to KaeMantis
Meghan is © to Kompy (Who helped inspire this fic!)
René is © to me.
You so stole that speech about fire being alive from Avatar, The Last Airbender, didn't you? That's totally unoriginal and people will be turned off by your story if they read that and realize that it's a copy, especially a copy of something from a cartoon.
If you want to make your stories original, but still want to copy something from a cartoon, please, try your best to modify the dialog that you're copying enough that people won't realize that it's a copy and therefore unoriginal.
Also, I'm going to write about the next meeting of the Fire Club, if you don't mind, since I've just recently created a fire-type student of my own, right here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/986426/
If you want to make your stories original, but still want to copy something from a cartoon, please, try your best to modify the dialog that you're copying enough that people won't realize that it's a copy and therefore unoriginal.
Also, I'm going to write about the next meeting of the Fire Club, if you don't mind, since I've just recently created a fire-type student of my own, right here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/986426/
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