Thread: "Look" (Chapter 29)

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Update for those who care- Expect Chapter 20 in the next couple of days.

“Look”
Chapter 20, Saga 3.
By RaccoonGoon.


A dead body with a large gash along it’s chest was being zipped up into a black body bag. The paramedics hoisted the lifeless corpse onto a stretcher and wheeled it off, moving past a young man in a trench coat and a man in a blue uniform.

Stan was busy looking around and taking notes on a small notepad while Looker stared at the body bag disappear from sight. Reluctantly, he pulled out his own notepad and began to take notes as well.

Finally, Stan put his notepad away and placed his hands in his pockets.

“Well? Any ideas?”

Looker placed his hand on his chin and frowned.

“Hm. Nope. Once we’re allowed inside maybe we can find some clues.”

Just as that was said, the Police Chief of Pewter City walked up to the duo.

“Ah, you’re the International Police! Thanks for coming! Before I allow you to investigate, please, show me some identification.”

Looker held open his coat, flashing his badge while Stan whipped out his wallet, revealing his badge as well.

“Good, good. Ok, feel free to investigate and please tell of anything you do find to me.”

The two entered the ransacked building. The floor was littered with broken glass, pictures and paintings were bent and tore, and priceless vases were shattered. A door to the office was open, but had yellow tape across the doorway, blocking it off.

“Ok, I’m going to go look at where the Platinum Meowth Coin was stolen, you go search the office for any clues.”

Stan walked towards another wing in the museum while Looker hopped over the counter and ducked under the yellow police tape.

The office was a normal office, almost untouched unlike the rest of the museum. The desk was tidy, the swivel chair was in it’s placed, and a calm painting was hanging on the wall. Yes, a normal office….except the large splatter on the left wall and the blood stained carpet.

Looker wasn’t that afraid of blood. He had seen his father’s bludgeoned face all those years ago, he had seen his fair share of blood on the high seas, and he had seen his own blood whenever he had to pull out a Golbat’s tooth from his forearm. Blood wasn’t an issue to him. Bending down, he begins to investigate the blood stains on the wall. Tiny specks of red managed to reach nearly to the ceiling. Whatever caused that gash had some force behind it….but what?

Meanwhile, Stan was searching around the now ruined Platinum Meowth Coin display case. Tiny pieces of broken glass surrounded the chrome metal frame. Team Spade hadn’t left a trace. No fingerprints, no hints, no……..

“Footprints!” Stan yelled, noticing two pair of foot-like shapes where glass hadn’t fallen.

“There was two who broke the case, and when the glass broke and fell, their feet covered the floor, leaving two perfect footpr- well, foot shapes!”

Stan hurriedly jotted down some notes and continued to examine his new find. They were the same size, same shape…they were right next to each other, and each “foot” was the same distance away from the other…they were identical!

“Aha!”

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“So Looker, find anything out in the office?”

Looker scratched his head and patted down his hair.

“Only that whatever killed the manager, be it human or Pokemon, had to use and attack with a good deal of force behind it. You?”

“Yep. That group of men that attacked this place had at least one pair of twins involved in it. That, or all of them were androids….”

The duo exited the museum and found the Pewter Police Chief.

“Here are some copies of our notes. Use them.” Stan said, handing a few papers to the other man.

“Thank you. These ought to help.”

Looker stepped forward.

“By any chance did anyone see which direction they flew off to when they escaped?”

The Police Chief thought a moment and finally nodded.

“Yes, actually. Many eye witnesses saw them riding Skarmory, heading South-East of here, and many reports from other towns have seen such a sight heading that was as well.”

“Great! We can try and catch them!”

Stan shook the Police Chief’s hand and thanked him.

“Ok Looker, if they headed South-East, then they wouldn’t hide in Kanto, so I bet their hiding somewhere in the Sevii Islands…or further….”

“What do you mean further? You mean-?”

“Yep. They might of flown to somewhere in Hoenn.”

And with that, Stan released his Staraptor.

“Ok Staraptor, get us to the Sevii Island as fast as you can!”

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“My arm…My fucking ARM!”

“Boss, you gotta calm down. Stay still, here….”

Mel, a Team Spade member was pouring some cooling gel on Rex’s, the Team Spade Commander, horribly burnt arm. Chunks of skin had been ripped off, and deep burns reached raw flesh.

“That fucking Vick Hayden…That fucking Gy- ARRRGGGHH!”

The cooling gel was starting to sink in, making the already pained man react to the medical sting.

“God damn it…fuh-fucking…”

The sickly looking man rested his head back on the crate, resting.

Mel stood.

“Sure was a lucky break we hid where we did, eh fellas?”

Bob nodded.

“This must have been an old military bunker. Steel support beams, medical kits, wall radios, cots….”

Rod, the one with frayed hair and wide eyes was too busy sniffing the cot to join in on the others conversation.

“Yeah.” Mel continued. “Who would of thought the Sevii Islands got caught up in the war? Their so far away from anyone else….”

“The whole world was effected by that. I’m more surprised they made this bunker underground on an island.”

“Yep….any word from Lou? Or the twins?”

“Nope. Probably on another island somewhere.”

Suddenly Rod spoke up.

“I’m hungry, and the cots would mess up my fiber.”

Mel nodded.

“I’ll go see if that market we saw has any food. You guys stay put.”

Mel climbed up the metal ladder, cracked the man hole cover, made sure nobody was looking, and climbed out, letting the cover close with a thud.

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Looker and Stan’s Staraptor were waiting outside Vermillion City’s PokeCenter. Stan was inside, asking nurse Joy and the visiting Trainers about seeing any “strange metallic birds” flying towards the South-East.

Vermillion City was eternally cast in an orange glow. The sun reflected off the sea and mixed with the orange, rough sand, giving the City it’s name. Somewhere, Looker had heard that an immigrant had settled somewhere in the city, an immigrant from a place called “America”. Now Looker knew he came from a strange land, but from the horror stories he heard about America, he didn’t want to meet the so called “Lightning American.”

Stan exited the red-roofed building, grin on his face.

“Yep, a bunch of Skarmory were heading towards the Sevii Islands. We’re heading there next.”

Looker pumped his fist in the air and Staraptor stretched it’s broad wings. The two climbed aboard the Flying Type and took off in an instant, leaving Vermillion City.

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Once high above the clouds, Looker remembered something Stan had said before….”Arg…..I’m still prohibited from using that Pokemon…….” That Pokemon….

“Hey Stan, whenever you said you couldn’t use “that” Pokemon, meaning Staraptor here, does that mean you have more than one?”

Stan looked surprised at the question. He raised up, spun around, and sat again, facing Looker, back to Staraptor’s head.

“Well…yes. But…I don’t like to use it for two reasons…..”

“Really? What is it?” Looker asked the man, curiosity growing.

Silence.

“I’d rather not say….I can’t use it much because, in a perfect world, I could use it to detect smells and scents on a case….and, It’s sort of….girly…”

Stan began to spin back around.

“Ah, c’mon! How bad can it be? I use Croagunk, don’t I?” The Pokeball containing Croagunk rustled in his pocket. His partner must of heard the comment.

“Heh, sorry buddy. Just kidding. C’mon Stan, I won’t tell a soul, promise.”

“It’s a…no, no, I can’t. Maybe some other time…”

Stan had completely spun around by now and was starting to veer Staraptor towards a cluster of islands.

“Fine…but why can’t you use it to pick up scents and stuff?”

“Well…” he began “I caught it when it was very young, and when I had the PokeCenter do a normal check up, the poor thing’s olfactory senses didn’t respond, it just couldn’t smell things.”

“Huh. Well how girly could it be?”

Stan blushed and sighed.

“Imagine a Lass Trainer at a tea party…. That kind of Pokemon…”

“Oh my…then why did you catch it?”

“Eh, maybe you’ll see someday, if I ever need to use it.”

This puzzled Looker. Why would anyone be embarrassed about owning a Pokemon? Pokemon were powerful, awesome creatures. So what if it looked a certain way? Any proud Trainer would see past that. That was another strange thing about his “mentor” he noticed- he was rather secretive when you really got to know him. In the months, nearly a year that Looker talked to Stan, he just now found out he owned two Pokemon of his own.

Another strange thing is when he referred to his Pokemon at “it”, not he or she. Looker always used “him” or “he” whenever he talked about Croagunk. He and Croagunk were partners, friends, and they treated each other as such. But Stan, the fun loving, immature prankster that was the wise-crack of the IP….only saw Pokemon as Pokemon, nothing more.

Looker would of liked to ponder these thoughts further, but he was snapped back into reality whenever the duo landed on a small dock acting as an entrance to a small island, the first in a chain of seven- One Island.

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A circle of light suddenly lit the bunker. First, Mel came climbing down the man hole, bag of food in hand.

“Guess who I found?”

Next, Lou, another survivor of Vick’s horrid Gyarados attack, hopped down to greet the others.

“Hey guys. How’s Rex?”

Rex, now awake, sat up, careful not to move his injured arm.

“Terrible. Just terrible.”

Mel again spoke for his disgruntled leader.

“Look, we know that Tim and Tom are still somewhere out there. If we had them we would have a team of seven. With that, we could fly back to Vick, ambush him, get a hold of that Coin, and use it for our own profit!”

Rod spoke up.

“Yeah! Yeah! We can sneak in and really mess up Vick! We could-”

Bob pushed the skinnier man aside, knocking him onto the hard cement floor.

“I say we head back to Sinnoh. At least there we know the land.”

“I dunno,” Lou began “I hear these islands, as well as Kanto, hold all kind of valuable things…Like an Ice Beast, or some “terribly powerful” Pokemon up by a place called Cerulean…”

Rod poked his head up.

“No! Lets go to Orre and count the grains of sand! And-”

Bob’s heavy fist silenced the spastic grunt.

“Rod, shut the hell up.”

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Well, there was Chapter 20. Feels strange typing that. I never thought this would reach Chapter 10. Thanks for reading everyone.

As always, please feel free to leave a comment, any tips, or criticism. Also, since this is Chapter 20, anyone willing to leave a full review of the series thus far may feel free to do so.

+20 points to whoever can guess the mystery Pokemon Stan has.

Some of us still like this fic. Is it Roselia?

I kinda like the war angle this is taking on.

Haheh, thanks Rob. You're one of the oldest fans, huh? And I'm afraid it is not Roselia. Sorta getting warm though.

And Lugion, (Wags finger for not giving one of your favorite Lugion reviews) thanks pal. I dunno if I'll mention anything else about a war, but who knows.

Thanks for reading everyone.

Hmm...scents...girly...Smoochum?
Great chapter, but

They're so far away from anyone else…

I like the mystery and Looker's thought processes, they're very interesting. I love this story, can't wait to see what happens when they catch up!
Oh, and since Looker had a Croagunk in Platinum, how are you going to explain it not evolving...you could always o an Ash's Bulbasaur, I guess....

Well, to be honest, I think I'll just have Croagunk not want to evolve, but more of that later on in the story. And no, it's not a Smoochum either. Thats getting colder, but still a good guess.

Thanks for reading!

Wow i love this story but there is really weird spelling errors like may instead of make. I guess Snubull because of it's girly looks.

MY POKÉMON IS SMELL BLIND...

Ahaha! Wait, you mean you can smell the Lum Berries?

-sniff sniff-

I CAN smell!

Chapter 21 in the works.

RG...could you like, spoil your chapters so we don't have to do ungodly amounts of scrolling?

Just an idea.

“Look”
Chapter 21, Saga 3
By RaccoonGoon.


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The first thing that came into view on One Island, or, the civilized part of Knot Island, was the large Pokemon Net Center. The Net Center was the main hub that connected Kanto’s and Hoenn’s PC Systems. Perhaps the most valuable thing contained in the Center was the Pokemon Network machine, a very powerful transfer/data link.

Stan turned towards his partner.

“Ok Looker, you’re up. Go in there and ask if the islanders have seen any men in grey riding Skarmory.”

Looker puffed up his chest and smirked.

“On it.”

The IP Agent walked up the steps and walked through the door, determined look in his eyes.

Inside, a standard PokeCenter was placed- the light red counter, the pink haired nurse, the healing machine, and the PC. But, the main difference between this one and the run-of-the mill ones was this- A large, blue, computer. The large contraption had four steel tubes running from its base to the wall, a large monitor screen, a large keyboard with various buttons and dials, and smaller screens lined the other sides. Looker had never seen anything like it. So many buttons, so many small lights, so many wires……

Drawn to the Network machine like a moth to an open flame, Looker strolled up to a man, a little older than himself, and tapped him on the shoulder. The thin man spun around. He had dull brown hair, thin glasses, and was wearing a blue button-up shirt. He kindly smiled and held out his hand.

“Welcome! I’m Celio. Come to see the new machine, eh? It‘s not even close to being finished, but the basic design gives us a place to start.”

Looker shook Celio’s hand and revealed his IP badge.

“Actually, I’m here to ask if you or anyone on this island have seen any men, about twenty of ‘em, riding Skarmory. Any information would greatly assist us.”

Celio placed his hands in his pockets and looked at the International Police Agent. His eyes narrowed and his eyebrows raised ever so slightly.

“Um….I’m sorry but what?”

Of course. It looked like people in Kanto didn’t understand his dialect. Or something. With a sigh, Looker switched to his “understandable” speech.

“My name, it is Looker. That is what they call me. I’m looking for men atop of metal Pokemon. You have seen them flying above you?”

Celio snapped his fingers and pointed his index finger towards the ceiling.

“Oh! You should of just asked that in the first place! We have gotten a few calls over from Boon Island. A guy called in saying that he saw a couple of men crawling into an old military bunker, and they haven’t crawled out since.”

Looker hastily jotted down the information on his notepad.

“Oh! And way over at Chrono Island we had some ladies complain about these two guys harassing them. They were twins, they said.”

Twins? From the identical foot prints traced by the broken glass back at Pewter and now twins harassing the locals, the whole case was coming together. Men hiding in old, underground bunkers, harassing people….this sounded like a group of thugs. And back to the twins….those would be easy to spot, right?

Looker wrote down the last of the information and placed his notepad back in his pocket.

“Thank you for the information. I will snatch these fiends.”

“Sure. Have a nice stay here at the Sevii Islands!”

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“So its agreed? Once everyone is rested, and Rex healed up, we’ll make our way past Kanto and go into Johto to recruit new spade grunts and get more Pokemon?”

A large, muscular, dark skinned man nodded.

“I hear there’s a whole lake up there chock full of Gyarados. A couple of those ought to do some real damage.”

“I agree with Bob. I heard nothing goes on in that part of Johto.” Lou, another surviving member of Team Spade said.

“Yeah? Nothing ever went on in Hearthome City either, and we all know how that ended up.” Rod, the generic crazy, insane one said.

“Rod” Mel, the self proclaimed second in command started “You’re lucky we even let you stick with us, you crazy little prick.”

“Hey, that Mightyena you have is almost as ugly as your mother.”

“Say that to my face, spazz.”

“I think I just did.”

“SHUT IT! BOTH OF YOU!”

Rex, the Spade Commander, stood up and gently cradled his bandaged arm.

“We’re going to get some more members, get stronger…” he paused. “…Deadlier Pokemon, and go back to Vick Hayden’s place, and get back our Platinum Meowth Coin!”

The other men fell silent, avoiding all eye contact with their leader. He was a sore sight to see when he wasn’t mad, and when he was outraged he looked like some disfigured Houndoom.

“Now…” he continued after regaining his composure “We’ll leave first thing in the morning. No way our Skarmory can make that trip in one day. We’ll hide in the Viridian Forest for the night, and then fly into Johto that next morning. Understood?”

In unison the pitiful group of crooks said “Yes sir.” before returning to their respective spots in the pure cement room.

Proud of his authority, Rex laid back down on his cot and smiled. Vick Hayden had it coming to him. He would only be happy when the Platinum Meowth Coin was in his hands and Vick, and his “fucking Gyarados” were dead and chopped up by his Sandslash.

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“Really? You got all that information?”

The experienced IP Officer was bewildered. Looker had been part of the IP for little less than a month, and he gathered a mountain of information his first time.

“That’s great Looker! So, we have some twins, just as I thought, causing problems over at Five Island, and at least two other men hiding on Two Island. Did any of the calls describe what they were wearing?”

“Afraid not. But I think the two might be connected.”

“I think your right…”

The two stood, watching the ocean. Stan, hands in pockets. Looker, hand on chin, frown on his face.
“Ok.” Stan finally said. “You go check out what’s going on over at Five Island while I go to Two Island. If anything goes wrong don’t hesitate to head back here, to One Island.”

“Really? I’m going to go there alone?” Looker asked, excitement and anxiousness running through him.

“Yep. In a few month you’ll always do missions alone. This will give you experience.”

“All…all right. I’ll do my best.”

“Looker, you’re the best Trainee I’ve ever seen, and you got the job of Agent at a very young age. You’ll do just fine. Remember, you have handcuffs, so use those if you have to.”

Looker, excitement now out-weighing the anxiousness, nodded.

“But how will I get there? Croagunk can’t Fly or swim… “

Stan released Staraptor and climbed on it’s back.

“Just use the ferry. Show them your badge and they’ll take you there for free. It won’t take long, these islands are fairly close to each other.”

And with that, Staraptor sprung into the air, leaving behind a small pile of grey feathers.

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Vick Hayden, comfortably reclined in a leather arm chair, twirled about a bright, luminescent object in his fingers. The Platinum Meowth Coin. The ultimate treasure.

In his other hand was a remote to the large, flat screen TV in front of him hanging on the wall. A news report was playing. A blonde woman was talking in front of the ransacked Pewter City Museum, still marked off by yellow police tape. Vick turned up the volume.

“…..Where the men fled the scene. One person, the museum curator, was murdered during the robbery. It is unknown what or who caused the mans death, but we can assure you, it was gruesome. More tonight a-”

The TV clicked off.

“That violent moron….”

Vick help up his prize, looking at his reflection.

“I said no killing….feh. Doesn’t matter now anyways.”

He held the coin closer.
“Soon, it will all be justified….”

Again, he inched it closer to his face, now only reflecting his eyes. His green, cool eyes.

“Soon……”

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Chapter 21. Chapter 25 will finish up Saga 3.

Thank you all for reading!

As always, any comments, tips, or criticism welcome.

The question to last chapter wasn’t guessed correctly, so here’s a hint- Its native to Hoenn. Think of girly Pokemon that might smell/sniff. What could be caught when said Pokemon was very young?
+20 to the one who guesses correctly.

For some reason, I wanna say Plusle/Minun or Beautifly.

And God. That gag, of the dialogue. Love it, I do.

This story is very good, and the speech gag, I love it, as well. Anyway, is the pokemon Spoink?