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AWKWARD ENCOUNTERS
By GammaEradon
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In the training room of the Poke-Combat Academy for Higher Leaning was where young Pokemon came to hone their skills and practice against one another. Teams took the time to coordinate their skills. “I can’t believe they were all out of pork rinds.” René grumbled as he took his seat on the bench.
They also used the time to bitch about things beyond their control as all students are wont to do. Reynard Vulpes, better known as René, was the hapless Vulpix leader of the sophomore team Turquoise and rather hungry since the cafeteria was out of pork rinds.
“Get over it.” Ibtisam “Sam” al-Scycura, a Scyther, snorted. “Someone probably raided it while everyone else was watching Blackclaw get what was coming to her.”
“She’s probably right.” Rahne LaPries, a stately looking Lapras girl agreed. “I never would’ve expected that Charmandra girl to start a fight with Nicole.”
“Nicole’s an arrogant bitch who’s had it coming for a while.” Romano Gligax snorted. “Hopefully it’ll take her down a few pegs.”
“Have your breasts captured on camera and spread around school faster than the flu might just have that effect, yes.” René drawled. “As much as I like gossiping about the downfall of mons I loathe we really do have to prepare for—”
“When ahm t’rough with tha’ lassie, the sasannach Drowzee will be sorry she evah crossed the path o’ Charley Armstrong! Alba go bragh!” A sudden voice bellowed from the next room over. “An’ then—”
“Merde.” René groaned. “Armstrong. It’s too early in the day to deal with a surly Scot.”
“It’s almost Four-Thirty in the afternoon.” Rahne pointed out.
“My point stands.” René sighed. “Sam, can you please try talking to him? Try to get him to quiet down a little?”
“Sure.” She shrugged as she got up and headed over to the next room.
“Okay.” René said as he turned back to Rahne and Romano. “Now we have a match scheduled against Team—”
POW! SPAKOW! CRASH!
René nearly jumped out of his fur at the sudden sounds of violence emanating from the other room. The three remaining members of Team Turquoise stared in shock as Sam came calmly walking back into the room with a jaunty spring in her step.
“It’s taken care of.” She nodded to René as she sat back down and started stretching.
“You know Sam,” Rahne said hesitantly. “They say that there are ways to get what you want from someone without resorting to violence.”
“They lie.” Sam said archly. Wisely, no one pursued it.
René just shook his head. To say that Team Turquoise had an interesting group dynamic would be an understatement. They were school rejects, social outcasts, and misfits.
René was the team leader, due more to his father’s financial backing than any actually managerial skills—or even desire—on his part. He was the only guy on the team…sort of. René was transgender. He was born male but identified himself as a female. Yeah. You can imagine that he has a very INactive social life.
Ibtisam was the best fighter on the team and seen as a loose voltorb by most everyone she meets for her near-psychotic love of fighting. She grew up in a large hive of bug and was the best fighter of them all. Part of the reason she came to the PCA was simply to come up against new opponents and improve her already impressive fighting skills.
Rahne was an older girl who was left back a grade. She was the shy, quiet type and possessing of a diplomat’s manner. Unfortunately, most of her experience came from managing her alcoholic father—her mother died when she was young—and very much alone at home.
Romano was the oddball of the group insofar as she was actually normal. She was bright, bubbly, and very social. What she was doing with Team Turquoise is something of a mystery.
Still, they were what made Team Turquoise somewhat unique among the various teams of the PCA. And right now they had to prep themselves for an upcoming match against another team.
“So when are we doing this match?” Romano asked. “Because I’ve got a history paper due for Mr. Kabutopolis’ class and he is totally breathing down my neck about it.”
“Who isn’t breathing down your neck?” Sam snorted. Romano simply smiled and stuck out her tongue.
“What did you think of the Blue/Green match last week?” Rahne asked, not so much because she liked the matches as because she wanted to avoid a fight in the here and now.
“Blue was amazing.” René said. “That Nubia is something else.”
“Didn’t she once totally kick your butt in the ring?” Romano asked. René glowered at her.
“You exaggerate.” He said with as much dignity as he could muster.
“René, I saw her footprints on the back of your shorts after the match.” Sam snickered. “I’d say it was a fairly accurate representation of the match.”
“Is anyone hungry? Because I could go for a snack right about now.” Rahne interjected, attempting to save René from embarrassment.
“Sure.” René said quickly as he got up. “Let’s grab a bite since lunch was so unsatisfying.”
&&&
Dreamweaver Hipnough (Weaver to her friends), phlegmatic husky, Drowzee sat alone in the cafeteria, slowly eating some pork rinds and idly practicing with her yo-yo. She didn’t even need to look to make it perform tricks that’ll boggle the mind. In fact, when she turned back to look at her yo-yo she saw a Vulpix staring at the yo-yo in a daze, a blank vacant stare in his (her?) eyes. Weaver couldn’t actually tell by looking what gender it was.
“…Uuhhhhh.” The Vulpix drooled a little as it watched the yo-yo defy gravity. With a slightly annoyed grimace, Weaver snapped the yo-yo back in her hand and slammed it down on the table.
“Huh, er wha—?” The confused Vulpix shook his head to clear the cobwebs.
“Jeeze, René how many times have we told you not to stare at pendulums, watches, and yo-yos of psychics?” A Gligar chastised the Vulpix as she, a Scyther, and a Lapras walked over with food.
“Well Romano it’s like being told not to think about pink Phanpys!” René defended himself. “Thinking about not doing it actually helps cause it!”
“Mind if we sit down?” Romano asked. Weaver gestured indifferently so the four members of Team Turquoise sat down opposite her.
“Sorry for not introducing ourselves.” The Lapras said. “I’m Rahne and this is René, Romano, and Sam.” She indicated the Vulpix, the Gligar, and the Scyther.
“Weaver.” She grunted disinterestedly. Sam looked at her impressively.
“Weaver? As in Dreamweaver Hipnough? As in the daughter of the ‘Waking Nightmare?’”
“What?” Rahne asked him in confusion.
“She’s a Grand Champion Hipnough!” René explained. Weaver looked annoyed at him.
“How does he know all that?” She asked no one in particular. Romano explained.
“He makes it his business to know about powerful psychics. René’s been a bit nervous around psychic types ever since a Kedabra convinced him that he was a Magikarp when he was six.”
Weaver must’ve looked disbelieving because Romano continued. “I’m serious!” Romano laughed. “He puffed out his cheeks, put his hands behind his ears and started going ‘glub glub.’ ”
Caught off guard Weaver couldn’t help chuckling at that mental image. René blushed and buried his face in his hands.
“Just shoot me next time. It’s faster and less messy.” Rahne gently patted his back.
“Ah, so you’re the one Armstrong was ranting about.” Sam nodded. Weaver looked annoyed at the mention of the Hitmonchan.
“He does that a lot.” Weaver grumbled.
“True, but he does do it a lot less when he’s crammed head first into a barrel of jock-straps.” Sam agreed. Weaver slowly broke into a smile.
“Perhaps I should try this again. Weaver Hipnough.” Weaver extended her hand.
“Ibtisam al-Scycura.” Sam extended hers again. “I’ve heard you’re the best your team has to offer. I’d like to meet you some time in the ring.”
“I think I saw you once against Team Red.” Weaver nodded. “You handled that Bulbasaur pretty handily.”
“Then you probably saw my match against Stunner.” René put in.
“Yeah, didn’t he shock you into unconsciousness after about two minutes?” Weaver checked
“It was a minute and a half…I made my tail all poofy.” René mumbled as he looked down. I had to brush my fur for an hour…you know how hard it is.
“Not really.” Weaver said flatly. “Look I’ve got to meet my team for some practice or something. See you around.” Weaver got up to leave.
“Well that was…mortifying.” René concluded.
“She seemed…nice.” Rahne said. “Maybe we’ll practice with her team sometime.”
“Great, then she can hypnotize René into a Growlithe.” Romano joked.
“You’re so cruel.” René retorted as he reached over for Weaver’s abandoned tray. “Hey, how’d she get pork rinds?”
&&&
THE END
Poke-Combat Academy concept and Teams Red and Blue © to EbonyLeopard
Nicole Blackclaw © to Carlito
Armstrong, Weaver and Team Nocturne © to Kae Mantis
Team Turquoise is © to me.
By GammaEradon
&&&
In the training room of the Poke-Combat Academy for Higher Leaning was where young Pokemon came to hone their skills and practice against one another. Teams took the time to coordinate their skills. “I can’t believe they were all out of pork rinds.” René grumbled as he took his seat on the bench.
They also used the time to bitch about things beyond their control as all students are wont to do. Reynard Vulpes, better known as René, was the hapless Vulpix leader of the sophomore team Turquoise and rather hungry since the cafeteria was out of pork rinds.
“Get over it.” Ibtisam “Sam” al-Scycura, a Scyther, snorted. “Someone probably raided it while everyone else was watching Blackclaw get what was coming to her.”
“She’s probably right.” Rahne LaPries, a stately looking Lapras girl agreed. “I never would’ve expected that Charmandra girl to start a fight with Nicole.”
“Nicole’s an arrogant bitch who’s had it coming for a while.” Romano Gligax snorted. “Hopefully it’ll take her down a few pegs.”
“Have your breasts captured on camera and spread around school faster than the flu might just have that effect, yes.” René drawled. “As much as I like gossiping about the downfall of mons I loathe we really do have to prepare for—”
“When ahm t’rough with tha’ lassie, the sasannach Drowzee will be sorry she evah crossed the path o’ Charley Armstrong! Alba go bragh!” A sudden voice bellowed from the next room over. “An’ then—”
“Merde.” René groaned. “Armstrong. It’s too early in the day to deal with a surly Scot.”
“It’s almost Four-Thirty in the afternoon.” Rahne pointed out.
“My point stands.” René sighed. “Sam, can you please try talking to him? Try to get him to quiet down a little?”
“Sure.” She shrugged as she got up and headed over to the next room.
“Okay.” René said as he turned back to Rahne and Romano. “Now we have a match scheduled against Team—”
POW! SPAKOW! CRASH!
René nearly jumped out of his fur at the sudden sounds of violence emanating from the other room. The three remaining members of Team Turquoise stared in shock as Sam came calmly walking back into the room with a jaunty spring in her step.
“It’s taken care of.” She nodded to René as she sat back down and started stretching.
“You know Sam,” Rahne said hesitantly. “They say that there are ways to get what you want from someone without resorting to violence.”
“They lie.” Sam said archly. Wisely, no one pursued it.
René just shook his head. To say that Team Turquoise had an interesting group dynamic would be an understatement. They were school rejects, social outcasts, and misfits.
René was the team leader, due more to his father’s financial backing than any actually managerial skills—or even desire—on his part. He was the only guy on the team…sort of. René was transgender. He was born male but identified himself as a female. Yeah. You can imagine that he has a very INactive social life.
Ibtisam was the best fighter on the team and seen as a loose voltorb by most everyone she meets for her near-psychotic love of fighting. She grew up in a large hive of bug and was the best fighter of them all. Part of the reason she came to the PCA was simply to come up against new opponents and improve her already impressive fighting skills.
Rahne was an older girl who was left back a grade. She was the shy, quiet type and possessing of a diplomat’s manner. Unfortunately, most of her experience came from managing her alcoholic father—her mother died when she was young—and very much alone at home.
Romano was the oddball of the group insofar as she was actually normal. She was bright, bubbly, and very social. What she was doing with Team Turquoise is something of a mystery.
Still, they were what made Team Turquoise somewhat unique among the various teams of the PCA. And right now they had to prep themselves for an upcoming match against another team.
“So when are we doing this match?” Romano asked. “Because I’ve got a history paper due for Mr. Kabutopolis’ class and he is totally breathing down my neck about it.”
“Who isn’t breathing down your neck?” Sam snorted. Romano simply smiled and stuck out her tongue.
“What did you think of the Blue/Green match last week?” Rahne asked, not so much because she liked the matches as because she wanted to avoid a fight in the here and now.
“Blue was amazing.” René said. “That Nubia is something else.”
“Didn’t she once totally kick your butt in the ring?” Romano asked. René glowered at her.
“You exaggerate.” He said with as much dignity as he could muster.
“René, I saw her footprints on the back of your shorts after the match.” Sam snickered. “I’d say it was a fairly accurate representation of the match.”
“Is anyone hungry? Because I could go for a snack right about now.” Rahne interjected, attempting to save René from embarrassment.
“Sure.” René said quickly as he got up. “Let’s grab a bite since lunch was so unsatisfying.”
&&&
Dreamweaver Hipnough (Weaver to her friends), phlegmatic husky, Drowzee sat alone in the cafeteria, slowly eating some pork rinds and idly practicing with her yo-yo. She didn’t even need to look to make it perform tricks that’ll boggle the mind. In fact, when she turned back to look at her yo-yo she saw a Vulpix staring at the yo-yo in a daze, a blank vacant stare in his (her?) eyes. Weaver couldn’t actually tell by looking what gender it was.
“…Uuhhhhh.” The Vulpix drooled a little as it watched the yo-yo defy gravity. With a slightly annoyed grimace, Weaver snapped the yo-yo back in her hand and slammed it down on the table.
“Huh, er wha—?” The confused Vulpix shook his head to clear the cobwebs.
“Jeeze, René how many times have we told you not to stare at pendulums, watches, and yo-yos of psychics?” A Gligar chastised the Vulpix as she, a Scyther, and a Lapras walked over with food.
“Well Romano it’s like being told not to think about pink Phanpys!” René defended himself. “Thinking about not doing it actually helps cause it!”
“Mind if we sit down?” Romano asked. Weaver gestured indifferently so the four members of Team Turquoise sat down opposite her.
“Sorry for not introducing ourselves.” The Lapras said. “I’m Rahne and this is René, Romano, and Sam.” She indicated the Vulpix, the Gligar, and the Scyther.
“Weaver.” She grunted disinterestedly. Sam looked at her impressively.
“Weaver? As in Dreamweaver Hipnough? As in the daughter of the ‘Waking Nightmare?’”
“What?” Rahne asked him in confusion.
“She’s a Grand Champion Hipnough!” René explained. Weaver looked annoyed at him.
“How does he know all that?” She asked no one in particular. Romano explained.
“He makes it his business to know about powerful psychics. René’s been a bit nervous around psychic types ever since a Kedabra convinced him that he was a Magikarp when he was six.”
Weaver must’ve looked disbelieving because Romano continued. “I’m serious!” Romano laughed. “He puffed out his cheeks, put his hands behind his ears and started going ‘glub glub.’ ”
Caught off guard Weaver couldn’t help chuckling at that mental image. René blushed and buried his face in his hands.
“Just shoot me next time. It’s faster and less messy.” Rahne gently patted his back.
“Ah, so you’re the one Armstrong was ranting about.” Sam nodded. Weaver looked annoyed at the mention of the Hitmonchan.
“He does that a lot.” Weaver grumbled.
“True, but he does do it a lot less when he’s crammed head first into a barrel of jock-straps.” Sam agreed. Weaver slowly broke into a smile.
“Perhaps I should try this again. Weaver Hipnough.” Weaver extended her hand.
“Ibtisam al-Scycura.” Sam extended hers again. “I’ve heard you’re the best your team has to offer. I’d like to meet you some time in the ring.”
“I think I saw you once against Team Red.” Weaver nodded. “You handled that Bulbasaur pretty handily.”
“Then you probably saw my match against Stunner.” René put in.
“Yeah, didn’t he shock you into unconsciousness after about two minutes?” Weaver checked
“It was a minute and a half…I made my tail all poofy.” René mumbled as he looked down. I had to brush my fur for an hour…you know how hard it is.
“Not really.” Weaver said flatly. “Look I’ve got to meet my team for some practice or something. See you around.” Weaver got up to leave.
“Well that was…mortifying.” René concluded.
“She seemed…nice.” Rahne said. “Maybe we’ll practice with her team sometime.”
“Great, then she can hypnotize René into a Growlithe.” Romano joked.
“You’re so cruel.” René retorted as he reached over for Weaver’s abandoned tray. “Hey, how’d she get pork rinds?”
&&&
THE END
Poke-Combat Academy concept and Teams Red and Blue © to EbonyLeopard
Nicole Blackclaw © to Carlito
Armstrong, Weaver and Team Nocturne © to Kae Mantis
Team Turquoise is © to me.
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File Size 42.5 kB
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