Reshiram and Zekrom TF : AftermathAftermath: YangMore Like This
"What do you mean I wasn't out for however long?" Yang questioned.
"Before both you and your friend were invited here, the mansion we stand in was empty, crumbling, abandoned." zekrom explained. "When we heard that both of you were coming, we had to use our energy to make the mansion what it was prior to its decay. We couldn't, however, make everything as it was, and as such, some signs of decay lingered."
"You mean the bookshelf that collapsed easily?"
"And the ruined rails?" Yin asked.
"Correct." Reshiram answered. "If we had covered every inch, then we wouldn't have had enough energy to merge with you, and as such, vanish. When we have fully merged, we let go of the restoration, letting the mansion return to its skeletal state. What you are standing in is what the area looked like before the restoration."
"But, another thing though "
"What about Andrew? The person who invited us?" Yang que
Reshiram and Zekrom TF : YinYin, separated from Yang, was walking down the hall he found himself thrown in. He already tried to find a way to open the doors from his end, but found nothing after fruitless minutes of searching. As he proceeded further down the hall, he noticed some pictures hanging on the walls and podiums displaying items. Curiosity peaking, he broke from the path he was following to get a good look at one of them.More Like This
The picture he was looking at had a mid-thirties man dressed in Victorian Era clothing, although he had a helmet, along with a monocle with a cross-hair painted on it. He was holding a rifle, although it wasn't any that was normally made.
The trim of the gun was painted gold, with the stock of it made of wood, except there were gears visible through a thin piece of glass. The firing mechanism was like a flintlock, but with several more gears than normal. It had a scope attached, but instead of it being completely straight, it was bent close to the end of it, looking like it would be us
Reshiram and Zekrom TF : Yang"LET ME THE F*** OUT OF HERE NOW!" Yang yelled, banging against the door in a futile attempt to open them. He drew his sword and swung it at the doors, only to bounce off.More Like This
"What the?" he questioned. "Damned doors were supposed to be sliced open by that."
He tried again and again, getting the same results each time. His anger peaking, he sheathed his sword and shoulder charged the doors, the impact knocking the breath out of him. The doors stayed shut, not budging at all. After a few charges, he started to tire and stopped. He propped himself against the doors, resting a little. A few minutes later, his breathing evened out, and he stood back up. When separated from Yin, Yang tends to be a little on edge way more often then when together. Not only that, but he was the more experienced at fighting, often letting Yin stay at the sides.
He looked around and noticed that he was in a library of sorts. Bookshelves as high as a double-story building were lined with books. He looked up and noti
Reshiram and Zekrom TF : Intro"This the right place?"More Like This
"Should be, the map points to this mansion."
"It better, I'm tired of having to walk all this way."
A duo of people stood at the base of an impressive pair of doors. The doors in question were a mix of gold and silver, resulting in an expensive look. The one holding a parchment map was dressed entirely in white, which was complemented by his snow-white hair. His skin was quite pale except for a golf-ball sized black dot on his forehead. He had a sword strapped to him angled over his right shoulder.
The person next to him, with folded arms, was dressed in jet-black clothes. His dark skin and equally dark hair would have had him blend into the night sky, if it wasn't for the golf-ball sized white dot on his forehead. A sword of the same color was strapped to him as well, only angled over his left shoulder.
They were both Yin Sword and Yang Sword respectively, the good/evil personas of the original Sword. Currently, they were taking a break from their popular show,
Deep Black - Zekrom TF -Ben300It had been a couple of days since Ben had heard anything from Peter. The last time he spoke to him was when he had received a 'special' copy of Pokémon Black off of him that resulted in the young human being transformed into a Reshiram. Ben had assumed that aside from getting stuff together for his holiday, the human-turned-dragon was dropping in on a few friends of his to share his blessing. If that was the case, he was surprised that it would be taking him this long, but at the same time he did mention about dropping round to see his girlfriend.More Like This
Ben was just finishing up work on a college assignment as he sat back in his chair, letting out a sigh of relief. "Whew, thank God that's all done with." He commented as he looked over the 20-odd page file on his computer. "I could do with a break right now...why can't I have a holiday like Peter?" He groaned as he got up, heading downstairs to get a drink. As he reached the bottom of the stairs, he heard the doorbell ringing
Vast White - Reshiram TFPeter had just returned home from doing a little bit of shopping. He was preparing to go on holiday for a few days, and he wanted to make sure that he was prepared for the journey, getting some last minute supplies. As he approached the door, he saw that there were a few items in the post box mounted on the wall next to it. He let himself into the house first before stepping back out with the key to the box, opening it up and removing the contents, locking it back up when he was done. Most of it was just the standard stuf, bills, monthly magazine from his digital tv subsricption, take away menus from restaurants unknown to him...as well as a package from a friend of his.More Like This
"Hrm?" He read the return address, seeing that it was sent to him from Ben, a good friend of his that he knew from an online art site. "Wonder what this could be... it's not my birthday yet." He sat down at his computer, booting it up as he opened the package up. From how it felt, he thought it might be a deck of cards
White Flame, Burning Rain - TFGasping for breath, a massive, feathered and furred beast pounded down the hillside, struggling to keep its aching, massive wings from dragging along the ground. It's large tail, normally glowing bright orange from its inner heat, barely let off smoke in the rain. "Foolish, stupid little.... I never ought to have tried to fight him in the rain. Ahh... I can't lose... Not after so long." It turned its muzzled head, glancing over it's shoulder to see if it had lost it pursuer. "Tch! I can still smell him... He'll find me soon... Have to find help..."More Like This
Not too far from where the beast was flying, a pair of humans were trying to make their way home, trying to avoid the pouring rain. They were moving in and out of the archways of buildings, attempting to keep as dry as possible.
"Oh man, this rain came out of nowhere!" Peter, one of the duo commented to his friend, Dsarvess. The two had been out doing a bit of late night food shopping when the heavens suddenly opened up on them.
Mystery of Pokerus Prevention-Part 3 (Pokemon TFs)Outskirts of Pokerus PreventionMore Like This
"Alright, here we are. This is Pokerus Prevention." Damien announces as the car pulls up not far from the building.
"Not exactly extravagant." Jefferson mutters as the duo get out of the car. "Right then, we have to find this Luke Sterling fellow."
"Where do we even begin? All our lead is he hangs around here. We don't even know what the guy looks like!" Damien lets out in an annoyed tone.
"We better start looking then!" Jefferson says hitting his shoulder playfully. With a deep sigh from Damien, the two begin to venture around the forest. Most of the forest was rather barren, there weren't even Pokemon in it which was strange.
"How is there nothing here?" Damien asks not expecting a real answer.
"And how do we not hear the one other living soul in this stupid forest." Jefferson adds as they stop for a moment ad survey the area. "This Luke has to be around somewhere..."
"Excuse me, did you say Luke?" a frail vo
//?A Curious Sergal (3)- Part 1- Version 1More Like This
Notes are at bottom; you may want to read them before the story.
//?A Curious Sergal Part 1
The alliance was gone. Mercilessly slaughtered by the Shigu. The lone survivor stood against the waves of grey fur that surrounded him. But for the first time in his life, he did not resist.
His weary knees buckled under the weight of his broken body, and Mother Ground accepted him in her wet, muddy embrace. He tried to get up, but his back was pinned to the ground by a massive, golden-clad hind paw. He was cold from the soft barrage of water missiles that fell from the heavens, soaking him through to the bone, and his featherlike fur was matted with mud, but it didn't matter: he had found his new home. He accepted Mother Ground's final embrace, and settled into his nest. His safe place. The Brutal General held up her signature double-bladed polearm. The moment was sharp and cold... he would never have a chance to remember it.