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A little story Kae asked me to do for her about how her two characters, Weaver and Ishtar, first met.
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When Weaver Met Ishtar…
Written by GammaEradon
Edited and Revised by KaeMantis
Team YinYang © to Indagare
All other characters © to Kae
Dreamweaver Hipnough—known to her friends, if she had any—as simply Weaver, was trudging home late one afternoon from the Poke-Combat Academy, muttering foully. A sophomore at the PCA, she’d had to spend her entire afternoon in an after school sparring class.
It was just such a waste of her time…her mother made her go because she felt that if Weaver became a better fighter—top notch though she already was—then Weaver could wrest control of Team Nocturne away from the Misdreavus Hokori and expel the poison types Zeke Kroo and Boris Koffinov, a Zubat and Koffing respectively.
Weaver—simply put—had no need to really work on her fighting skills and even more to the point, had no intention of becoming team leader. She didn’t have the patience or ambition for it. Of course her mother would hear none of it. So Weaver ended up wasting her precious free time tossing around other students, only stopping when that Vulpix she sparred with ended up with a mild concussion. On the other hand, Weaver DID get the opportunity to pummel Armstrong, a particularly obnoxious Hitmonchan who had a hate-on for Weaver since freshman year…so that wasn’t all bad.
Deciding to take a short cut home, Weaver ended up passing across the road from a cemetery. Weaver wasn’t the type who got the “heeby-jeebes” from walking past a graveyard, but that didn’t mean she typically integrated it into her day to day activities. She knew students who went there to visit deceased relatives, and some Ghosts who just liked the décor (that was a little disturbing).
A sudden hair-curling screech echoed in the dwindling afternoon light. Weaver shuddered as she felt goose bumps rise all along her body, her ears swiveling up at the noise. It sounded like an animal in pain. Curious, Weaver crossed the street and hopped the fence surrounding the graveyard.
Weaver closed her eyes and reached out softly with her psychic abilities, a passive scan of sorts that wouldn’t reveal her presence to any other Psychics present. “Hmm…four of them.” Weaver mused to herself. She silently and quickly made her way to where she sensed the perpetrators, hiding behind monuments, trees, and gravestones as she went.
Finally Weaver crouched down behind the tombstone of one ‘Emily Lapries’ and peered over the top. Her snout crinkled with disgust as she identified the four in question.
“Team YinYang.” She snorted in quiet disgust. They were the four biggest hoodlums in school…if anything, calling them hoods was an understatement that made them sound like mostly-harmless troublemakers. The YinYangs were they were anything but. They were nasty and cruel…as evidence by the fact that they were torturing a poor little house-cat Meowth.
The chief tormentor at the moment was a Skiploom named Lilly, a nasty piece of work. “Eeny meeny miney moe, catch a kitty by the toe.” Lilly grinned as she picked him up by his tail and swung him from side to side like a pendulum. “If he hollers…good!”
“Is there a reason we’ve been sitting in this cemetery all day?” A Swinub named Genix asked in a bored and obnoxious tone. “Besides watching Lilly bond with a Meowth…and not for the first time either, I’m sure.”
“Ever the gentlemon, aren’t you?” Iphicles the burly Heracross smirked.
“Enough! Both of you!” snapped the fourth and final member of Team YinYang. Their leader Helia was a four-legged Corsala with a taur-like physique. She had the temper of a wild nag to boot. “Are you sure no one saw you breaking into Feliduce’s office after school?” She asked Iphicles. “There wasn’t anybody there? No trouble?”
The stag beetle smirked confidently as he handed Helia a large book. “Please. Ms. Meow was showing Gweneth how the filing system worked so there wasn’t a soul around. And there isn’t a pocket nor a lock I can’t pick; that goes for Feli-DUNCE’s office too. I got in and out without anyone noticing AND got the book.”
“So classy to have the services of a thief.” Genix sneered.
“What IS your problem now?” Helia demanded. “We have the Pokenomicron for crying out loud! This is one of the most powerful, mystical books in the world! In the right hands it can grant the user unlimited power!”
“Which is why I’m skeptical since it’s in YOUR hands at the moment.” Genix snorted. “What in the world do you know about the mystic arts? You’re no Psychic, no Ghost.”
“The book will tell me how to conjure a Spirittomb which I’ll control and use to gain more power!”
“How? What power?” Genix pressed.
“Like…Flamethrower, or other moves.” Helia mumbled. Genix rolled his beady little eyes.
“But the first thing we need to do,” stated the Corsola, “Is sacrifice that Meowth when the sun goes down. Until then, we wait.”
“Hee hee, I’m gonna cut you open, I’m gonna cut you open!” Lilly said in a singsong tone as she continued to swing the yowling Meowth around.
Weaver felt physically ill and trembled with rage and disgust. The cold-blooded discussion of theft, power-lust, and the murder of an innocent creature was more than she could bear. Her mind started to run on autopilot as she leapt over the gravestone behind which she’d been hiding. She started twirling her yo-yo around and let out a wordless battle cry.
Taken by surprise, Weaver managed to get in the first blow. With a flick of her wrist she sent her yo-yo flying at Lilly. The spinning disk smacked the Skiploom squarely between the eyes. With a strangled cry of pain, she let go of the Meowth’s tail.
Iphicles whirled around just in time for Weaver to introduce her fist to his face. But by the time he dropped to the ground the others were ready for her.
“I don’t know who you are but when we’re done with you no one else will either!” Helia roared as she unleashed Spike Cannon upon Weaver, who staggered. Genix rushed in from behind and used a Take Down attack against her unprotected back.
Lilly rubbed her head and climbed to her feet. When she saw Weaver trying to fight off both Helia and Genix at once, Lilly recognized the chance for payback. As Weaver strained to the max against two opponents, Lilly tackled her. Then Iphicles got into the mix as he and Lilly held the Drowzee’s arms, letting the others pummel her.
Even beset by four at once and with both her arms restrained, Weaver still got in more than a few good licks. There wasn’t a single YinYang who didn’t wind up with a black eye, a split lip, or a bloody nose. Of course, being cruel mon they saw fit to pay Weaver back…with interest.
“Hold her still.” Helia said as she reared back on her hind legs, ready to lash out with her powerful forelegs. “Now, I’d usually say something really clever and pithy to you right about now—”
“Or at least what she thinks is clever and pithy.” Genix murmured.
“—but I’m not going to bother.” Helia finished, glaring at Genix for a moment before turning back to Weaver. “When I’m done you won’t even remember your own name. This is your lesson for keeping your oversized snout and your huge ass out of things that don’t concern you!”
“You’re one to talk about having a huge ass.” A new voice snorted derisively. “You practically need a license to park that enormous caboose!” Helia fumed and turned to face whoever had dared to insult her, but they decided to visit her first.
An impressively sized Chansey girl with a ‘do not mess with ME’ vibe delivered a ferocious uppercut to Helia’s jaw. Alongside the Chansey was a tall and lanky (if runty-looking) Jynx girl with long flowing hair. Weaver felt her non-blacked eye widen. This girl was…radiant. Weaver stood slack-jawed as the Chansey prepared to systematically demolish remaining the YingYangs.
“Isthar, get Blynx. I’ll handle these two.”
“Good luck Charity!” Ishtar the Jynx called to her Chansey friend as she scooped up the terrified Meowth with one hand and—for good measure—delivered a nasty Ice Punch right to Lilly’s face with the other. Meanwhile Charity picked up Genix and Iphicles like the nothings they were and smashed their heads together.
Still, the YinYangs weren’t likely to stay down for long. “You think you can run?” Charity asked a still dazed Weaver. The Drowzee nodded. “Good, then let’s get going while the getting’s good!” The three mon, plus the hapless Meowth, dashed out of the cemetery.
Adrenaline, mixed with the good feeling of knowing they just pummeled a bunch of creeps who richly had it coming, gave them a boost like none you’d ever believe. They were about eight blocks away from the graveyard when they finally stopped to rest on a park bench.
“Are you all right?” Asked a gentle voice, and Weaver looked upwards to see that tall…beautiful…girl Ishtar standing over her. Despite herself, Weaver felt a flight of Butterfrees in her stomach and gave a half-sheepish grin.
“I’m feeling much better, thanks. How’s…Blynx is it?” To Weaver’s horror Ishtar started to cry. The Drowzee suddenly feared that it had all been for nothing. “Is he—?”
“No.” Ishtar hiccupped as she shook her head. “He’s just shaken a bit. Thank you SO much for saving him. Blynx means the world to me…and oh, you’re still bleeding!” She exclaimed as she took out a handkerchief and started dabbing at a cut on Weaver’s forehead and another on her cheek.
“I-I don’t think we’ve been introduced.” Weaver said as she looked into Ishtar’s eyes. “I’m—”
“—Dreamweaver right?” Ishtar said as she poured some bottled water on her kerchief before reapplying it to Weaver’s forehead. “I recognized you from Boris’ team. I have some classes with him.” Weaver raised her brow, though it caused her to wince a little in pain. Boris was in advanced classes. So the Jynx was beautiful AND smart. What a combo!
Charity smiled as she hefted the book she’d taken from the YinYangs. “I’m gonna go bury this someplace deep. Ishtar, I’ll walk you home, if you’re done.” She grinned as Ishtar, and Weaver flinched at having a light shone on them.
“Well, I guess I’ll see you around?” Ishtar said as she scooped up Blynx again. “Thank you…for everything.”
Weaver nodded. “Yeah…” She said a little dumbfounded.
Charity kept smiling until she and Ishtar were out of Weaver’s earshot. “Girl, you’ve fallen SO hard for the Drowzee chick.” Ishtar blushed and hugged Blynx closer to her chest. Charity smirked at her. “And I think it’s mutual…”
“Really?” Ishtar squeaked in spite of herself. Charity laughed.
“Trust me, you two are gonna set the whole school on its ear!”
&&&
THE END
Written by GammaEradon
Edited and Revised by KaeMantis
Team YinYang © to Indagare
All other characters © to Kae
Dreamweaver Hipnough—known to her friends, if she had any—as simply Weaver, was trudging home late one afternoon from the Poke-Combat Academy, muttering foully. A sophomore at the PCA, she’d had to spend her entire afternoon in an after school sparring class.
It was just such a waste of her time…her mother made her go because she felt that if Weaver became a better fighter—top notch though she already was—then Weaver could wrest control of Team Nocturne away from the Misdreavus Hokori and expel the poison types Zeke Kroo and Boris Koffinov, a Zubat and Koffing respectively.
Weaver—simply put—had no need to really work on her fighting skills and even more to the point, had no intention of becoming team leader. She didn’t have the patience or ambition for it. Of course her mother would hear none of it. So Weaver ended up wasting her precious free time tossing around other students, only stopping when that Vulpix she sparred with ended up with a mild concussion. On the other hand, Weaver DID get the opportunity to pummel Armstrong, a particularly obnoxious Hitmonchan who had a hate-on for Weaver since freshman year…so that wasn’t all bad.
Deciding to take a short cut home, Weaver ended up passing across the road from a cemetery. Weaver wasn’t the type who got the “heeby-jeebes” from walking past a graveyard, but that didn’t mean she typically integrated it into her day to day activities. She knew students who went there to visit deceased relatives, and some Ghosts who just liked the décor (that was a little disturbing).
A sudden hair-curling screech echoed in the dwindling afternoon light. Weaver shuddered as she felt goose bumps rise all along her body, her ears swiveling up at the noise. It sounded like an animal in pain. Curious, Weaver crossed the street and hopped the fence surrounding the graveyard.
Weaver closed her eyes and reached out softly with her psychic abilities, a passive scan of sorts that wouldn’t reveal her presence to any other Psychics present. “Hmm…four of them.” Weaver mused to herself. She silently and quickly made her way to where she sensed the perpetrators, hiding behind monuments, trees, and gravestones as she went.
Finally Weaver crouched down behind the tombstone of one ‘Emily Lapries’ and peered over the top. Her snout crinkled with disgust as she identified the four in question.
“Team YinYang.” She snorted in quiet disgust. They were the four biggest hoodlums in school…if anything, calling them hoods was an understatement that made them sound like mostly-harmless troublemakers. The YinYangs were they were anything but. They were nasty and cruel…as evidence by the fact that they were torturing a poor little house-cat Meowth.
The chief tormentor at the moment was a Skiploom named Lilly, a nasty piece of work. “Eeny meeny miney moe, catch a kitty by the toe.” Lilly grinned as she picked him up by his tail and swung him from side to side like a pendulum. “If he hollers…good!”
“Is there a reason we’ve been sitting in this cemetery all day?” A Swinub named Genix asked in a bored and obnoxious tone. “Besides watching Lilly bond with a Meowth…and not for the first time either, I’m sure.”
“Ever the gentlemon, aren’t you?” Iphicles the burly Heracross smirked.
“Enough! Both of you!” snapped the fourth and final member of Team YinYang. Their leader Helia was a four-legged Corsala with a taur-like physique. She had the temper of a wild nag to boot. “Are you sure no one saw you breaking into Feliduce’s office after school?” She asked Iphicles. “There wasn’t anybody there? No trouble?”
The stag beetle smirked confidently as he handed Helia a large book. “Please. Ms. Meow was showing Gweneth how the filing system worked so there wasn’t a soul around. And there isn’t a pocket nor a lock I can’t pick; that goes for Feli-DUNCE’s office too. I got in and out without anyone noticing AND got the book.”
“So classy to have the services of a thief.” Genix sneered.
“What IS your problem now?” Helia demanded. “We have the Pokenomicron for crying out loud! This is one of the most powerful, mystical books in the world! In the right hands it can grant the user unlimited power!”
“Which is why I’m skeptical since it’s in YOUR hands at the moment.” Genix snorted. “What in the world do you know about the mystic arts? You’re no Psychic, no Ghost.”
“The book will tell me how to conjure a Spirittomb which I’ll control and use to gain more power!”
“How? What power?” Genix pressed.
“Like…Flamethrower, or other moves.” Helia mumbled. Genix rolled his beady little eyes.
“But the first thing we need to do,” stated the Corsola, “Is sacrifice that Meowth when the sun goes down. Until then, we wait.”
“Hee hee, I’m gonna cut you open, I’m gonna cut you open!” Lilly said in a singsong tone as she continued to swing the yowling Meowth around.
Weaver felt physically ill and trembled with rage and disgust. The cold-blooded discussion of theft, power-lust, and the murder of an innocent creature was more than she could bear. Her mind started to run on autopilot as she leapt over the gravestone behind which she’d been hiding. She started twirling her yo-yo around and let out a wordless battle cry.
Taken by surprise, Weaver managed to get in the first blow. With a flick of her wrist she sent her yo-yo flying at Lilly. The spinning disk smacked the Skiploom squarely between the eyes. With a strangled cry of pain, she let go of the Meowth’s tail.
Iphicles whirled around just in time for Weaver to introduce her fist to his face. But by the time he dropped to the ground the others were ready for her.
“I don’t know who you are but when we’re done with you no one else will either!” Helia roared as she unleashed Spike Cannon upon Weaver, who staggered. Genix rushed in from behind and used a Take Down attack against her unprotected back.
Lilly rubbed her head and climbed to her feet. When she saw Weaver trying to fight off both Helia and Genix at once, Lilly recognized the chance for payback. As Weaver strained to the max against two opponents, Lilly tackled her. Then Iphicles got into the mix as he and Lilly held the Drowzee’s arms, letting the others pummel her.
Even beset by four at once and with both her arms restrained, Weaver still got in more than a few good licks. There wasn’t a single YinYang who didn’t wind up with a black eye, a split lip, or a bloody nose. Of course, being cruel mon they saw fit to pay Weaver back…with interest.
“Hold her still.” Helia said as she reared back on her hind legs, ready to lash out with her powerful forelegs. “Now, I’d usually say something really clever and pithy to you right about now—”
“Or at least what she thinks is clever and pithy.” Genix murmured.
“—but I’m not going to bother.” Helia finished, glaring at Genix for a moment before turning back to Weaver. “When I’m done you won’t even remember your own name. This is your lesson for keeping your oversized snout and your huge ass out of things that don’t concern you!”
“You’re one to talk about having a huge ass.” A new voice snorted derisively. “You practically need a license to park that enormous caboose!” Helia fumed and turned to face whoever had dared to insult her, but they decided to visit her first.
An impressively sized Chansey girl with a ‘do not mess with ME’ vibe delivered a ferocious uppercut to Helia’s jaw. Alongside the Chansey was a tall and lanky (if runty-looking) Jynx girl with long flowing hair. Weaver felt her non-blacked eye widen. This girl was…radiant. Weaver stood slack-jawed as the Chansey prepared to systematically demolish remaining the YingYangs.
“Isthar, get Blynx. I’ll handle these two.”
“Good luck Charity!” Ishtar the Jynx called to her Chansey friend as she scooped up the terrified Meowth with one hand and—for good measure—delivered a nasty Ice Punch right to Lilly’s face with the other. Meanwhile Charity picked up Genix and Iphicles like the nothings they were and smashed their heads together.
Still, the YinYangs weren’t likely to stay down for long. “You think you can run?” Charity asked a still dazed Weaver. The Drowzee nodded. “Good, then let’s get going while the getting’s good!” The three mon, plus the hapless Meowth, dashed out of the cemetery.
Adrenaline, mixed with the good feeling of knowing they just pummeled a bunch of creeps who richly had it coming, gave them a boost like none you’d ever believe. They were about eight blocks away from the graveyard when they finally stopped to rest on a park bench.
“Are you all right?” Asked a gentle voice, and Weaver looked upwards to see that tall…beautiful…girl Ishtar standing over her. Despite herself, Weaver felt a flight of Butterfrees in her stomach and gave a half-sheepish grin.
“I’m feeling much better, thanks. How’s…Blynx is it?” To Weaver’s horror Ishtar started to cry. The Drowzee suddenly feared that it had all been for nothing. “Is he—?”
“No.” Ishtar hiccupped as she shook her head. “He’s just shaken a bit. Thank you SO much for saving him. Blynx means the world to me…and oh, you’re still bleeding!” She exclaimed as she took out a handkerchief and started dabbing at a cut on Weaver’s forehead and another on her cheek.
“I-I don’t think we’ve been introduced.” Weaver said as she looked into Ishtar’s eyes. “I’m—”
“—Dreamweaver right?” Ishtar said as she poured some bottled water on her kerchief before reapplying it to Weaver’s forehead. “I recognized you from Boris’ team. I have some classes with him.” Weaver raised her brow, though it caused her to wince a little in pain. Boris was in advanced classes. So the Jynx was beautiful AND smart. What a combo!
Charity smiled as she hefted the book she’d taken from the YinYangs. “I’m gonna go bury this someplace deep. Ishtar, I’ll walk you home, if you’re done.” She grinned as Ishtar, and Weaver flinched at having a light shone on them.
“Well, I guess I’ll see you around?” Ishtar said as she scooped up Blynx again. “Thank you…for everything.”
Weaver nodded. “Yeah…” She said a little dumbfounded.
Charity kept smiling until she and Ishtar were out of Weaver’s earshot. “Girl, you’ve fallen SO hard for the Drowzee chick.” Ishtar blushed and hugged Blynx closer to her chest. Charity smirked at her. “And I think it’s mutual…”
“Really?” Ishtar squeaked in spite of herself. Charity laughed.
“Trust me, you two are gonna set the whole school on its ear!”
&&&
THE END
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