Very nice. Lance as a cold hearted UN Chairman?
Jeez the Star Wars references are never ending.
Mozz' Vanthe Magic School Bus"
Or rather, be more determined than ever to find Ali so he can get the fuck back home.
Not just Nelson, the resistance won't be just him and Feli!
Will Jack get to put his exessive pyromania to good use?
Because a kid of indeterminate age as of yet but younger than Jabber Carrol Wocky that loves to blow stuff up would be awesome.
Currently writing Hoenn Wars, a Travelsverse fic that needs no prior Travelsverse knowledge to understand. Chapter Seven, Sacrifice, is up.
^Someone's first impression of TVTropes.That's interesting; I might have a look when I have the time. Thanks!
EDIT: Oh my god, these are too many links! Very specific...
Chapter 18: Against the Current
The man was lanky, and he had purple hair and beard. He stood against the side of the Viridian City Library all shifty-like.
We'd found our man.
He spotted Sato as we walked up towards him, and he gave a wide smile. "Eh, if it ain't my old pal Sato! Hey, Sato, how come you nevah visit me anymore? Eveh since you got inta dat poly-tickts biz."
"Never could find the time," said Sato. "We want some information on a certain criminal, Petrel."
"Criminal?" said Petrel skeptically. "'Fraid I can't help you dere, my friend. I don't know nothin' 'bout no criminals."
"I have a sword," said Aaron, drawing a blade from who knows where. "Maybe it can jog your memory."
"I got a gun, kid," said Petrel, patting a holster on his belt. "You still wanna throw down?"
"Oh look," said Sato, pulling a bill out of his pocket, "I mysteriously found fifty bucks in my pocket."
Petrel clapped his hands. "Ah, it's all starting ta back ta me now!" he said. "Maybe the scent'a fifty more of dose babies'll be enough to restore my memory?"
Sato sighed and handed Petrel the hundred bucks, which Petrel quickly pocketed.
"So, what criminal you wanna know 'bout, anyway?" Petrel asked.
"Water Pokemon Master," Saturn said.
Petrel gulped, "Nuh-uh," he said. "No can do. I been workin' for dat guy fer years. I squeal on 'im, he has my head. Nothin' poisonal. Just gotta stick out for my neck, y'know?"
"How's two thousand dollars sound?" asked Sato, holding up a wad of bills.
"We-ell," said Petrel hesitantly. "I guess what Big Dub don't know won't hoit him." He accepted the money.
"Now," said Sato, "how do we find him?"
"Now, dat ain't so easy," said Petrel. "Even I don't know where da big boss' HQ is at. Ol' Dubby likes ta keep himself in mystery, see. But - he also likes ta surround himself wit' loyalists from families like da Sketchits, da Oaks, da Brazers - all da old money folks. A little blackmail - an' a little luck - could convince 'em to tell ya what'chu wanna know 'bout WPM."
"Thanks for your help, Petrel," said Sato with a smile.
"No prob," said Petrel. " And hey, Sato, come visit me sometimes, y'here?"
"I'll try my best," said Sato.
"Well, here we go," said Dan. "Time to make like Sherlock."
"I'll check in with my contacts in the underworld to find one of those loyalists," said Tyler.
"You have underworld contacts?" asked Aaron, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, no, but it'd be neat if I did."
I said nothing.
The longest year had begun.
"You never moved in, yet you kept the key?" I asked incredulously as Nelson unlocked the back door of the mansion.
"Yes, well, I'm a spiteful little bastard," said Nelson. "Here we are." The door clicked open, and we stepped in.
"I left the place as it was the last time I was here," said Nelson, "It's equipped with state-of-the-art computer and security systems - my family had one of the biggest companies in Silicon Valley. Stocked with enough clothes for an army. I'll go downtown and buy some food later, since I'm willing to bet all the food here has gone bad."
"How very noble of you," I said.
"Yeah, well, remember I'm only helping you because I think the Prince is a dick."
"I don't think that's the only reason," I said.
He harumphed. "Think whatever you'd like," he said. "I'm telling you the truth."
"If you say so." Yeah, right. I was gonna get to the bottom of this.
I stared down at the National Bulbagraphic cover.
"'He's Evil!: An Expose on the Pokemon Prince,'" I read to the Prince.
National Bulbagraphic, or NatBulba for short, was a Bulbagarden-based magazine. It was basically a tabloid, but held a respectable reputation of being honest and fair in the articles it ran.
The Prince chuckled. "Amusing," he said. He then scowled. "Shut the magazine down."
"Are you sure, sir?" I asked. "Perhaps you're acting a little rashly -"
"If my reign is to be secure," said the Prince, "I cannot abide newsstand rags publishing propaganda pieces against me. I repeat: shut the magazine down."
I sighed. "Yes sir." I went to tell Wiggly of the Prince's orders,
I stared at Feli's image on my phone.
"Come on, Beret Boy!" I heard Dan shout. "We hafta get a move on!"
I gave the picture of Feli one last look. "Soon," I whispered. I put the phone away and got up.
"I'm coming!" I bellowed. "And for the last time, it is a flat cap! A flat cap! How hard is that to comprehend!"
Next Time: The end begins.
Until Next Time, See Ya!
I love Aaron.
Every part with him was very well done. Though usually a sword is stored in a sheath attached to a belt, not in who knows where.
Totally unbiased, right, Ryuu?
Tyler so does have underground contacts :P
Originally Posted by Ariel