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Poke-Combat Academy Story starring my characters plus those of fellow PCAers gracious enough to loan me their characters. A work in progress, so it will be continued.
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Dreamweaver “Weaver” Hipnough was annoyed when she saw Reynard “René” Vulpes. Not so much because she didn’t like René—in all honesty she didn’t care enough about him to like or dislike him—but mostly because she didn’t expect to see him in the girls’ locker room brushing his tails.
“Hon’ do ya think you could finish brushing your tail like, today?” Romano Gligax asked him impatiently as she tapped her foot.
“I happen to like my tails to look nice.” René defended as he ran a brush through them. “Do you think—?”
“No, they don’t make your butt look big.” Ibtisam “Sam” al-Scycura lied as she rolled her eyes. “Could you hurry up please? I want to go out and put the fear of scythers into the newbies.”
“Hi Weaver,” Rahne LaPries said as she noticed the drowzee staring at them.
“EEEK!” Yelped as René grabbed his tails used them to cover himself and his state of undress.
“What is he doing here?” Weaver asked, blinking in confusion at the sight of him in girl’s underwear.
“Let’s take a walk.” Sam said as she led Weaver away from the blushing vulpix. “René’s a sort of…special case.”
“I’ll say.” Weaver agreed. He was easily more girly than Weaver was herself.
“Well René’s transgender.” Sam said bluntly. “And frankly going into the guy’s locker room would be a nightmare for him.”
“And he doesn’t…” Weaver made an odd gesture with her hands.
“Oggle all the fine ladies in here?” Sam guessed. “Nah…he justs asks where we buy our clothes. And then he drags us shopping with him.”
“Fun times.” Weaver deadpanned. “Look, I really don’t care if he changes here. Just keep him out of my way and look out for—”
“Out of my way peasants!” Nicole Blackclaw shouted as she and her team shoved their way into the locker room.
“Lovely.” Sam grumbled as she moved to block her teammates from Nicole and her entourage. “I suggest you take a different path princess.”
Nicole managed to convey her deepest contempt for Sam even while being forced to have to look up in order to catch her eye. “I don’t step aside for sophomores.”
“Then step aside for these.” Sam said evenly as she raised her blade-like claws. “Unless you’d like to have another shirt ruined?”
Nicole went very red from both bottled rage and embarrassment at the reminder of what a freshman girl, Charmandra had done to her. Tenebra—Nicole’s adopted sister and team enforcer—took a menacing step forward to defend her sister’s “honor,” or whatever passed for it.
“Five minutes ladies!” A voice called from the other side of the door. Nicole looked daggers at Sam.
“Count yourself lucky I need that time to put my face on.” She snapped. “Come on girls.”
“I wonder where she keeps her other face.” Sam muttered to Weaver.
“I’ve heard she eats Pokemon and steals their faces to put in her locker.” Romano answered.
“That’s not nice.” Rahne chastised them. “I’m sure that underneath all that haughtiness and rudeness and…and bitchiness and—”
“This better be building to a big finish.” Weaver rolled her eyes.
“—that she really has a good heart.” Rahne finished lamely.
“Sure she does.” René said, finally done brushing and dressing. “She keeps it in a jar under her bed.”
“Come on, let’s get this over with.” Sam shrugged as they walked out into the gym.
Today the school was going to do some public combat exhibitions between various teams and grades. René hated it. It was just another chance for public humiliation at the hand of schoolmates who generally thought him a freak.
Speak of the devil, René thought with annoyance as he noticed Barrel Bibbins. René scowled in his general direction. On his very first day, Barrel had grabbed René by his blouse and rammed him against a locker for allegedly looking at him the wrong way. After screaming general abuse at the transgender vulpix Barrel concluded by sneering that René wasn’t worth “Spitting on!”
René’s answer was short and to the point. “Well you are!” Then René spat a brief burst of fire into Barrel’s face, it was more flash than substance, but it was still enough to make Barrel drop him so he could bolt.
Barrel sneered towards René but suddenly paled when he noticed Sam grinning in his direction and twiddling her sharp blade-like claws in a faux-friendly manner. After René escaped Barrel back on his first day, Barrel chased him and ended up getting confronted by the angry scyther who it turned out did not like bullies. It was the last time Barrel Bibins ever raised a hand against René.
Barrel quickly found somewhere else to be.
Teams Turquoise, Nocturne, Red, Blue, Green, Jet, TroubleBoys, Krimson and several others were seated in the stands. René sat himself down with his teammates and turned to watch the student body president, Ishtar Nidolander—who contrary to her name was actually a Jynx not a Nidorina—as she walked up to the podium in front of the stands.
“Welcome classmates to this year’s public exhibition.” Ishtar said warmly. “Each year we like to give our best and brightest the chance to show what they’ve learned here at the Poke-Combat Academy and inspire our new students on to new heights. And no without further ado I—” Ishtar paused and started to blush.
René glanced toward where the Nocturne’s were sitting and saw Weaver looking at Ishtar with a satisfied smirk on her face.
Psychics. René shook his head in bemusement. Holding her hand on her cheek, Ishtar quickly took her seat as the coaches and trainers started calling out matches.
Unfortunately, in the interest of “mixing it up” the coaches decided to rearrange some of the teams for the day.
“When you hear your name, step forward!” Coach Michael Marceau called. “Team One will comprise of: Dreamweaver Hipnough, Ibtisam al-Scycura, Nubia, Tenebra Blackclaw!”
Oh man. René winced. “What a line-up! Whoever said that the female is the more dangerous of the species wasn’t just blowing smoke. I’d hate to be the guys who have to face them.”
“Team Two will be made of the following,” Coach Marceau continued. “Stunner Pikans, Quintin, Lucus Rio, and Reynard Vulpes!”
René gulped. “Oh crap.”
To Be Continued…
&&&
Michael Marceau, Team Nocturne, Team TroubleBoys, Ishtar are © to KaeMantis
Nicole Blackclaw, Tenebra, Team Jet, Team Krimson are © to Carlito
PCA concept, Stunner, Nubia, Quintin, Lucus Rio, Barrell Bibbins, Team Red, Team Blue, Team Green are © to EbonyLeopard
Team Turquoise is © to me.
“Hon’ do ya think you could finish brushing your tail like, today?” Romano Gligax asked him impatiently as she tapped her foot.
“I happen to like my tails to look nice.” René defended as he ran a brush through them. “Do you think—?”
“No, they don’t make your butt look big.” Ibtisam “Sam” al-Scycura lied as she rolled her eyes. “Could you hurry up please? I want to go out and put the fear of scythers into the newbies.”
“Hi Weaver,” Rahne LaPries said as she noticed the drowzee staring at them.
“EEEK!” Yelped as René grabbed his tails used them to cover himself and his state of undress.
“What is he doing here?” Weaver asked, blinking in confusion at the sight of him in girl’s underwear.
“Let’s take a walk.” Sam said as she led Weaver away from the blushing vulpix. “René’s a sort of…special case.”
“I’ll say.” Weaver agreed. He was easily more girly than Weaver was herself.
“Well René’s transgender.” Sam said bluntly. “And frankly going into the guy’s locker room would be a nightmare for him.”
“And he doesn’t…” Weaver made an odd gesture with her hands.
“Oggle all the fine ladies in here?” Sam guessed. “Nah…he justs asks where we buy our clothes. And then he drags us shopping with him.”
“Fun times.” Weaver deadpanned. “Look, I really don’t care if he changes here. Just keep him out of my way and look out for—”
“Out of my way peasants!” Nicole Blackclaw shouted as she and her team shoved their way into the locker room.
“Lovely.” Sam grumbled as she moved to block her teammates from Nicole and her entourage. “I suggest you take a different path princess.”
Nicole managed to convey her deepest contempt for Sam even while being forced to have to look up in order to catch her eye. “I don’t step aside for sophomores.”
“Then step aside for these.” Sam said evenly as she raised her blade-like claws. “Unless you’d like to have another shirt ruined?”
Nicole went very red from both bottled rage and embarrassment at the reminder of what a freshman girl, Charmandra had done to her. Tenebra—Nicole’s adopted sister and team enforcer—took a menacing step forward to defend her sister’s “honor,” or whatever passed for it.
“Five minutes ladies!” A voice called from the other side of the door. Nicole looked daggers at Sam.
“Count yourself lucky I need that time to put my face on.” She snapped. “Come on girls.”
“I wonder where she keeps her other face.” Sam muttered to Weaver.
“I’ve heard she eats Pokemon and steals their faces to put in her locker.” Romano answered.
“That’s not nice.” Rahne chastised them. “I’m sure that underneath all that haughtiness and rudeness and…and bitchiness and—”
“This better be building to a big finish.” Weaver rolled her eyes.
“—that she really has a good heart.” Rahne finished lamely.
“Sure she does.” René said, finally done brushing and dressing. “She keeps it in a jar under her bed.”
“Come on, let’s get this over with.” Sam shrugged as they walked out into the gym.
Today the school was going to do some public combat exhibitions between various teams and grades. René hated it. It was just another chance for public humiliation at the hand of schoolmates who generally thought him a freak.
Speak of the devil, René thought with annoyance as he noticed Barrel Bibbins. René scowled in his general direction. On his very first day, Barrel had grabbed René by his blouse and rammed him against a locker for allegedly looking at him the wrong way. After screaming general abuse at the transgender vulpix Barrel concluded by sneering that René wasn’t worth “Spitting on!”
René’s answer was short and to the point. “Well you are!” Then René spat a brief burst of fire into Barrel’s face, it was more flash than substance, but it was still enough to make Barrel drop him so he could bolt.
Barrel sneered towards René but suddenly paled when he noticed Sam grinning in his direction and twiddling her sharp blade-like claws in a faux-friendly manner. After René escaped Barrel back on his first day, Barrel chased him and ended up getting confronted by the angry scyther who it turned out did not like bullies. It was the last time Barrel Bibins ever raised a hand against René.
Barrel quickly found somewhere else to be.
Teams Turquoise, Nocturne, Red, Blue, Green, Jet, TroubleBoys, Krimson and several others were seated in the stands. René sat himself down with his teammates and turned to watch the student body president, Ishtar Nidolander—who contrary to her name was actually a Jynx not a Nidorina—as she walked up to the podium in front of the stands.
“Welcome classmates to this year’s public exhibition.” Ishtar said warmly. “Each year we like to give our best and brightest the chance to show what they’ve learned here at the Poke-Combat Academy and inspire our new students on to new heights. And no without further ado I—” Ishtar paused and started to blush.
René glanced toward where the Nocturne’s were sitting and saw Weaver looking at Ishtar with a satisfied smirk on her face.
Psychics. René shook his head in bemusement. Holding her hand on her cheek, Ishtar quickly took her seat as the coaches and trainers started calling out matches.
Unfortunately, in the interest of “mixing it up” the coaches decided to rearrange some of the teams for the day.
“When you hear your name, step forward!” Coach Michael Marceau called. “Team One will comprise of: Dreamweaver Hipnough, Ibtisam al-Scycura, Nubia, Tenebra Blackclaw!”
Oh man. René winced. “What a line-up! Whoever said that the female is the more dangerous of the species wasn’t just blowing smoke. I’d hate to be the guys who have to face them.”
“Team Two will be made of the following,” Coach Marceau continued. “Stunner Pikans, Quintin, Lucus Rio, and Reynard Vulpes!”
René gulped. “Oh crap.”
To Be Continued…
&&&
Michael Marceau, Team Nocturne, Team TroubleBoys, Ishtar are © to KaeMantis
Nicole Blackclaw, Tenebra, Team Jet, Team Krimson are © to Carlito
PCA concept, Stunner, Nubia, Quintin, Lucus Rio, Barrell Bibbins, Team Red, Team Blue, Team Green are © to EbonyLeopard
Team Turquoise is © to me.
Well Tenebra doesn't really dislike anyone, most others just see her as an instrument of Nicole's wrath. She's just scary to the point where people would really rather just stay out of her way.
But in the arena she's a very experienced fighter and pretty merciless. If she and Rene were to cross paths in the upcoming fight his feigning weakness bit would have no effect whatsoever, she would go after him with the same emotionless ruthlessness she would anyone else, which Sam would probably not appreciate...
But in the arena she's a very experienced fighter and pretty merciless. If she and Rene were to cross paths in the upcoming fight his feigning weakness bit would have no effect whatsoever, she would go after him with the same emotionless ruthlessness she would anyone else, which Sam would probably not appreciate...
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