"Hale, you're with Geld. Hawkins, with Jenner. Rest of you team up as usual," barked Mercer, the unkempt head of the Petalburg City gym, "Alright, let's go!"
Matt nodded to Jessie as they reached the tree line and split up, she leaving with a mousey looking man who couldn't have been much older than she was as he followed behind a graying trainer, Matt's reddening charmander stalking the ground next to Geld's dog-like mightyena. The weight of the cheap metal and plastic armor of his gym rookie's barely slowed him, though he noticed his feet made heavier thuds as he jogged through the trees. The sound irritated him; he had always been proud
By the time morning had come, the broken metal gates had been removed from the northern wall, replaced by a unit of Slateport guardsmen. They were stock-still and silent, clearly on edge as they watched the trees to the north. The rubble of broken stone from the wall and shattered pavement had been removed, though some stains of brown still remained where two guardsmen had been crushed the day before. Where each died now lay an empty helmet.
"I always hate this," muttered Professor Pine under her breath as the four trainers approached the broken stone wall that had once been an assurance of security.
"The part where you see all that's be
The waiting room was about half filled with tired-looking guardsmen waiting on the status of the guardsman who had been injured falling from the wall when the snorlax struck. The other guard who had been brought in after being kicked into a stone fountain had been pronounced dead an hour ago.
"So what's the damage?" Matt asked his brother, who had just walked out of the Slateport pokemon center's human clinic.
Max shrugged, his left arm and abdomen now wrapped in pale cloth. "They rubbed some anti-infection ointment or whatever on the cuts and wrapped me up. Should be at 100% again in a week," he explained as his pikachu rushed over to him a
SoC01 : Welcome to Headwall University by OrdonCrane, literature
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SoC01 : Welcome to Headwall University
"And that was the end of Voldemort. We've not had another 'dark lord' since then. Now then, let's see who was paying attention! How long ago was Voldemort killed?"
"Forty-three years, professor," answered a girl with wavy blonde hair in the front row.
"Very good, Miss Whitman," the balding, spectacled professor proclaimed cheerily. "You win a cookie," he continued, conjuring one onto the young woman's desk with a flick of his wand before returning to his lecture.
Jaster was only half paying attention. To be perfectly honest, he didn't care all that much about Britain's last dark lord. It's not like Voldie had ever menaced
By the time morning had come, the broken metal gates had been removed from the northern wall, replaced by a unit of Slateport guardsmen. They were stock-still and silent, clearly on edge as they watched the trees to the north. The rubble of broken stone from the wall and shattered pavement had been removed, though some stains of brown still remained where two guardsmen had been crushed the day before. Where each died now lay an empty helmet.
"I always hate this," muttered Professor Pine under her breath as the four trainers approached the broken stone wall that had once been an assurance of security.
"The part where you see all that's be
SoC01 : Welcome to Headwall University by OrdonCrane, literature
Literature
SoC01 : Welcome to Headwall University
"And that was the end of Voldemort. We've not had another 'dark lord' since then. Now then, let's see who was paying attention! How long ago was Voldemort killed?"
"Forty-three years, professor," answered a girl with wavy blonde hair in the front row.
"Very good, Miss Whitman," the balding, spectacled professor proclaimed cheerily. "You win a cookie," he continued, conjuring one onto the young woman's desk with a flick of his wand before returning to his lecture.
Jaster was only half paying attention. To be perfectly honest, he didn't care all that much about Britain's last dark lord. It's not like Voldie had ever menaced
Welp, finally started writing the first installment of Pokemon M. Only the prologue chapter right now, but more will be up soon.
To read it, go here : http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7917931/1/Pokemon_M_Ambitions
I am apparently a horrible liar to anyone who reads these journals. I'm sorry, but HellMOO is a horribly addictive game. Those who know me personally know I've been drawing, and I'll upload some stuff after finals. Hopefully maybe. I MIGHT BE LYING AGAIN. I NEVER KNOW.
Sorry about the delay on the comic I said I'd draw (you're all prolly used to this), but I recently discovered that I SUCK at drawing Pokemon. Who knew? So I'm trying to make a new cartoonier style that will make it all match. ^^;
But I have a few pages planned out, I swear.
I remember you used to be a fan of my comic, Rune Hunters, before the hiatus. I don't know if you are still interested, but I've started actively making new pages.
Hey! I just wanted to stop by and say thank you for adding one of my works to your favorites. I'm glad to see you liked it and I appreciate the fav. Thanks again!