Order and Chaos 3: The Terrible Rykk

Welcome back my little monsters, to my fanstory named Pokémon Order and Chaos. Based on the Pokémon D&D game I organise. 
In the last installment I introduced we met the full on team. Scarlett the silent woman, Nils and Luther the Doomsday priests, Sue and William the priests of C’ra, the god of this world and Colvill, the always hungry blacksmith.  Having selected their starter Pokémon , people were gearing up for a battle with their rivals, though Luther passed, after he saw a historical figure from his world, Lorekeeper Zinnia!
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The birth of Quilin.
Sue readied her Aipom for her first battle, she nicknamed it Mr A. Zinnia being awfully formal readied herself for battle by sending in her Whismur named Aster. As soon as the battle begins Sue immediately tells Aipom to go for a sand attack. Aster lets out a whimper as the sand reaches its eyes. Blinded it tries to use it’s echoed voice ability, which aipom shields itself from by flipping over the starter table they were just both upon. The final pokéball ralling on the floor and rolling away distracts Aster long enough for Aipom to get in close as it began to tickle the little pink crying bunny with its tail. Aster’s defences began to weaken as it began to giggle from laughter. “Aster it’s close hit it with a pound’ Zinnia yelled towards her Pokémon, the little creature still all teary eyed from the sand could however not land a clean hit, not giving the aipom much more than a shoulder pad. “Mr A straight ahead let’s cripple it even further! Sue and Aipom went on to systematically cripple the creature so hard, that it was just continuously laughing by the tickles, occasionally tossing some sand around.
Eventually Zinnia just gave up as Aster could not even land an impact. The creature hugging Zinnia’s leg as she recalled it. “Why did you not attack it? ‘ Zinnia asked to the priestess of C’ra. “Well I didn’t really want to hurt it … like I mean.. the sand kinda hurts..but at least it’s not injured right?.  Both Luther and Zinnia realised at that time that Sue just took her down, and won a Pokémon battle without causing any injury. Who was this girl? People of Wu-Qu should not know this much about pokémon. This statement was made awfully clear by William’s battle, the poor priest calling out for the opponents sandygast to be attacked, but without naming any attack as he simply did not know what it could do. He never bothered to read any guides to pokemon battling as he felt it would only contribute to using pokémon as a weapon and with the right communication they could still rise to the top.In this case he could not. Williams opponent, at least had the sense to learn some basic ghost type moves and in finding out Sandygast could use astonish, William was defeated by a super effective attack.  His opponent was a pale young man with black clothes and some dark makeup on, with a patch of a beedrill on his leather coat. “Nothing personal kid” would the boy , much younger than William, say upon his victory. Unsurprisingly Nils took the victory in his battle, using his houndour to bite down on Poliwags lips, the poor tadpole was in too much pain to use it’s watergun effectively causing his opponent to surrender. Colvill won his battle as well, not because he used his Growlithe that well in the battle against the nerdy girl in swimming attire. But because he scared her krabby into surrender by constantly making remarks on how delicious it was,. Stating his recipes he knew for Krabby legs the pokemon eventually just fled back inside it’s trainers pokéball.  Marina, straightened her striped swimsuit covered by a jacket  and crossed her feet, causing her tall boots to curl up a bit, she looked vulnerable and embarrassed at the loss.
Like Luther, Scarlett never battled, her tactical analysis made her notice she did not have a lot of chances at victory with a type disadvantage. Her opponent an elegant man with stylish red hair and a curled moustache by the name of Hellsandre did not want to fight her either, claiming that a fight with type advantage would not have been honorful either, but this chosen pokemon fueled his soul. After their fight, the team got back together to choose a leader. Without too much objection Sue was elected as a leader, having shown the most skill and knowledge about Pokémon. Only Luther objected stating he would rather take the spot as the father of the group. However Colvill could not grasp the concept of a metaphorical father figure, so eventually the group settled on Sue, who had the benefit of knowing the region somewhat better.  Sue dubbed the team with the name Quilin, a mythical creature of this region that protects the wise kings, saying it would be their patron to become a pokémon master. It was also quite associated with C’ra. ‘Now as my first mission as a leader, I order Luther to take lead of the party while I go catch some Pokémon, we will meet up at the gym? Okay? Right Bye’. Without waiting for much of a response Sue took the gear Azalea offered her and wandered out on her own, leaving her group a bit baffled. However since Luther planned in looking into this new drug, he decided that a chipper looking priestess might not be well suited for gaining information as well…. wait..could she possibly know?

The winning trainers of Quilin

Onto the streets
Azalea had arranged for everyone to get a hand full of pokéballs, and some starting cash  he also gave both ghost trainers a floppy disk. When played on a computer it would display a tutorial on how to learn the move “Hidden Power Bug”  The leader of this town, Hobart, used normal or dark types, depending on what roulation you fought in was all that was told. This way they would at least have a way to hit him, if they ended up on the normal roulation.
After bidding their rivals goodbye for now the group ventured out onto the streets.  Luther had whispered to Zinnia before, who said she was here.. because she had to return someone to her world, in a whisper conversation so silent no one even had a clue it took place. Once more exposed to the dystopian feeling of the city Luther felt a shiver from his spine.  Colvill having been born in Rathole town sniffed his nose and was super cheery! “Woah the upper level! I don’t go here a lot! Let’s go to my hovel on level lower and we’ll eat.. then I we can do that thing that the blue man wants us to do. “Father” Luther stated. “Where? “ Colvill pulled his giant hammer looking for his zombified father. “I hope you got some food for the brain in your apartment Colvill.  Luther said with a tone of disdain in his voice “My mouth eats not my brain” would be the reply the man got. As Colvill guided them to the elevator that would take them to the lower part of town, a converted subway system, guards blocked their way. “Halt citizens, this area of the city is currently quarantined, investigation has shown  the creator of Rykk is on this city level. Pending his arrest and execution the upper city is closed of to prevent traveling. We expect the investigation to wrap up within seven days. Until then you can rent a room at the pokemon center. If you do not have money you will be forced to sleep on the streets. Attempting to use the elevators will lead to immediate execution.’ With his lines said, the guard immediately tuned out of attention towards the group as if he did not care. “Can trainers help with the resolve of this investigation” Nils asked the man. “Only if it doesn’t interfere with Neo Aether investigations, obstruction of justice will be met with…. “ the man was interrupted by Nils. “Execution.. yeah yeah we know’ The guard gave a nod and then tuned out again. William spoke ‘I do not think we should interfere with the law, after all it was C’ra’s wish that we respect her laws,  I have faith in our law enforcement. ‘ Luther sighed annoyedly as his tentacool tentacles bellowed around his arms. “I do not plan to spend my money on a forced overnight stay, nor do I wish to waste 7 days of my life waiting, I don’t have as much years as you left William. Also this law enforcement you trust are the same guys who just made Colvill murder some prisoners for a simple analyses.’ Luther looked around at the group ‘Colvill and scarlett, you like a bunch of ruffians which would be into drugs, go find some shady guys sitting in a corner and ask if you can buy some Rykk, me and Nils will do the same. William you go wait by the pokemon center. ‘ The 72 year old man sounded rather cold and commanding, his statement clearly making sense based on their appearance, yet William took an issue with this. Luther explained it to him. “Well clearly Scarlett is to calculating to risk going alone, some may call that cowardice but she would always justify it by telling she is surviving. Covill doesn’t have the ….  cranial capacities to do a task that is as complex as this. I have been a substance abuser in my world, I know how to procure things, and Nils is great at shadowing. You as a priest are only a bother to this task. After a whole lot of nagging, William eventually caved as the group began to execute the plan. 

With the upper level locked off, the gym is inaccisble and Quilin is a prisoner in this city.

An unusual drug
While William wandered through the streets of Rathole time by himself, he was fascinated by the city, he found a boy that was trying to kick it’s lillipup for not peeing fast enough. “Stupid dog, I want to watch Mikki on the billboard pee or I will kick you so hard until pee comes out!. William tried to use his gastly to stop the boy, by using a ghost type move named lick.. a move he was told about after his disastrous match. The lick phased right trough the boy… but it was enough to scare him off , as he ran of yelling some sick priest wanted to kill him. The noble man decided to hightail it out of there and so he ran like his life depended on it.
Meanwhile Scarlett and Covill were looking for a shady salesperson, which they found… A LOT of them.  One guy in particular interested them, he was in a crevice, where according to the signs, in the old world a ATM would have been. On cardboard he would have written a name “Swords and Co”. ‘That looks pretty shady to me’ Scarlett said.  ‘There are a lot of shadows indeed’ Colvill.. somewhat agreed. ‘Hey sir..psstt.. do you have some Rykk’ Scarlett said rather bluntly. ‘I do not , and that question would have gotten you killed if you had asked it to anyone else… people will sell you to Aether for just a single chip! ‘ The shady man grinned revealing teeth painted one red one white, like the edges of a poker chip. After the governments began to collapse, money become worthless, rather than creating a new currency Aether had chosen to replace it by a preexisting one what was fairly practical to carry around  and shared more or less the same worth in the entire world. Poker chips.
‘We are just trying to help Aether’ Scarlett said once more. ‘That will even get you killed faster Madre’  the man winked at her. ‘I can sell you some info to a green trainer like you, but it wont come cheap. ‘Then we will look elsewhere.. and if you try to kill is.. I will show you Hannah is a slut who will kiss your mouth’  Colvill spoke, making it very obvious that Hannah was his hammer. ‘At least your guy speaks the language of the city miss’ the stranger said bidding them goodbye. Scarlett, remembered how her town used to be , when her father was in control. Such a happy place, but everything changed when Neo Aether took over forcefully.

The Swords and Co salesman did not want to kiss Hannah

 Nils saw as Luther was skipping just about every single shady salesman. ‘Are your eyes getting this old or is there something you are not telling me’.  The faceless man looked at the tentacruel cowled man who began to laugh ominously. “Nils my dear brother, Scarlett and Colvill are only the pawns to create a distraction, you know my past, the best way to find a dealer is not by finding them directly, you find their customers. Luther looked for people behaving oddly under the influence of something, as he suddenly saw a man dancing spastically.  “I believe we have found our victim.’ the Abyss prophet spoke as he approached the man menacingly, but in his last few steps it seemed like he let his age catch up walking like a super frail old man.’Hey can you help me.. I need a fix…but my old dealer… Neo.. they clipped him…..you know a guy right? ….If you tell him where to find him… i’ll even get you a shot.. as a thanks..I really need it man.’  Luther played the part briljant how could he not, the man before him was the man he had been all those years ago when his modeling career had ended, when he saw age in the mirror, he took drugs to forget. He became a shell of a man, until Kyogre appeared to him in a vision and told him he should send his twisted sick world to the abyss, the gave him the strength to find a new cause. To end the world and wash it’s sins away, and this world had a lot of sins.  The druggy told him if he really needed a fix, he should head over to the alleyway behind the place that sells smoked Rattata. “If you don’t come back with my Rykk I’ll … I’l.. ne…ne…..ne…..never… gonna… give…. never….gonna give…’ The guy suddenly began dancing even more frantically as his eyes and nose began to bleed, brain matter leaking from his nostrils confirmed this man was dead. ‘That drug sure blew his mind’ Nils said jokingly. ‘That kind of humor is even older than us Nils’ Luther said while searching the body, for some needles or powders or empty variants but he had nothing. All he had on him was a busted cassette deck. ‘I know where go go Nils.. follow me from a distance’ the oldest of the two said, while heading to the alleyway behind the Smoked Rat butchershop. There Luther found a man in a yellow jumpsuit. “I need it.. I need some Rykk’ Luther began playing his role again, the man looking at him observingly. ‘Sure thing Bro… but here’s the deal…”  the man in yellow said as he tapped his Pokéball and a Poochyena came out. ‘First time new customers use in front of me! Just so I know you are no phoney’ . ‘Sure thing I need it’ Luther continued playing, he would have to commit for now, hopefully he would not die like the other..but otherwise it would prevent Nils with answers, the man also held an uzi so he was at a disadvantage here.  ‘Ten chips then homey’ the man in yellow said as he handed Luther a cassette deck. Luther handed over the coins, put the plugs in his ears and pressed play, hoping the cassettes were not just a smuggling mechanism, the dancing made this the most plausible thing for now. A female computer generated voice began to sing, a dreadful eighties style song, a real ear worm. “He will know I am not a Rykk user, I used it wrong’  the priest thought to himself, but then he noticed there was a bird’s song in the background as well. and suddenly his mind was freed , feeling he could have a million thoughts at the same time, Luther felt extremely euphoric, suddenly he saw this world end in a thousand ways. He would fulfill his promise to kyogre, he would never let his god down. He fell on the floor with a massive smile.

Luther’s sight began to blur as he heard that sweet bird’s song.

Next week, we will find out what happens to Luther. Will Quilin be able to find out who is responsible for Rykk?  Will William even make it to the Pokémon Center safely, and what’s with this mysterious bird song?! These questions will be answered in fourth installment of Pokémon Order and Chaos. Until then stay pink! 

What if Ash started with Eevee, Part 1

Another Wednesday, Another What If, now that this blog is one week old, things are really beginning to flow. Last week, we began the story of What if Red had joined team Rocket at Nugget-Bridge. This week we will take a crack at an arguably more popular story. The story of Ash Ketchum, now that he has his own Eevee in the sun and moon anime, it begs the question. What if Ash started with that other mascotte from the very start. What if Ash started with Eevee?!

Chapter 1: A rough morning
Our story starts , much like the beloved original, Ash excited about his starting his Pokémon journey  stays up way past his bedtime and in his sleep, he accidentally breaks Voltorb alarm clock. When he finally gets to Professor Oak’s lab, he bumps into Gary and here we will find the story is beginning to branch off. Gary you see is followed by a Pikachu.

Ash sees Gary and one of his partners

Oof, with a loud thumb, Ash just slammed into the boy walking with such swagger, the force toppling the already unstable Ash over. The arrogant looking boy takes a look at him, his hairs perfectly groomed kempt upwards in a flowing waving motion, donned in simple yet expensive blue long sleeve, a pendant representing balance around his neck. He would look onto Ash and say, well well you must be Ash, a little late to the party are you? Well at least you got to meet me’ Ash looks at the boy and can only usher out ‘Gary?’ before he is once more interrupted by his soon would be rival. “Not only did I get the bester starter from professor Oak, I also got this special Pokémon, since you did not show up gramps felt it was best to give him to a capable trainer. ‘ He spins the Pokéball with hs starter around and looks at Pikachu, who turns his back on him. ‘Sure he might be a little sassy but he will fall in line soon enough, after all who can resist the charm of Gary Oak?’ Gary’s cheerleaders do their thing, while he gets into his car and takes his leave, Ash being the sole person remaining when the professor shows up. ‘Oh goodness, I did not believe you would show up anymore, a lot of would be trainers get cold feet to leave the house, so… well I am afraid I do not have anymore Pokémon for you Ash, return next year and be in time and you can start then’
Unlike the prof from the original timeline Oak, now having made a mistake,  takes a more sympathetic stance with Ash. Our hero , who has had the worst morning of his life, shows his age as he begins crying. ‘I really wanted a Pokémon, how could I have been this stupid, m-my clock.. I broke it…’ Oak looks at Ash and says ‘There there, crying in your Pajamas  is not a very good look for a young trainer, perhaps I can give you something after all, my grandson might benefit from someone a bit more humble like you. However Ash, i’ll warn you this Pokémon was never intended for a young trainer like you, you may found your journey very difficult, perhaps it would be wiser to come back next year. Ash wipes his tears as his eyes flare up. “No professor this is the year I will become a Pokémon master, no matter how difficult the challenge will be.

Ash dreams of the night before might never come true!

Chapter 2: Who’s  that Pokémon?
Samuel, yes that is Oak’s first name,  would take Ash to his lab.’ I have been doing some research on this Pokémon, it can evolve into three separate Pokémon,I was studying how that is possible, and if maybe other Pokémon can evolve in multiple ways as well, however it is quite timid, it doesn’t seem very eager to battle and seems to be scared to death of evolutionary stones, because it is so scared it also doesn’t seem to like playing with other Pokémon either. Yet perhaps you can draw something out of it that I could not’ Oak looks at Ash in a pensive matter, his grey hairs somewhat thinning, as his age and work stress is beginning to show in his appearance.  ‘Oh and I should also mention this Pokémon is to scared to be in its pokeball’ Oak walks into a room where an Eevee is sitting in a cage eating some pellets, flinching when the two come in. ‘It’s alright Eevee , this will be your new trainer Ash’. The young boy excitedly moves to the cage and holds out its hand to let Eevee sniff it. The creature having basically understood what the professor just said to it sniff’s Ash hand, and reacts surprisingly enthusiastic. ‘Oh look at that professor it seems to like me!’ Ash clamoured with joy. Oak nods with a smile, a look he would become somewhat familiar for. Ash releases Eevee out of its cage and asks the little monster if it is ready for an adventure. The creature flinches a bit, adventures sure sound scary, yet it does like this boy. For some reason it makes Eevee feel safe, kind off.
And so Eevee and Ash set out to adventure together, at the gate of Oaks lab, Delia Ketchum stood to wave her son goodbye, giving him some actual clothes rather then Pajamas, as well as some camping supplies, and LOTS of clean underwear. ‘Whose this little darling’ Delia would ask her son, as Eevee hid behind it’s new masters legs. ‘Mom this is Eevee and with it by my side I swear on this day that I will become a Pokémon master.’ Ash put on the cap from his bag as he said so, taking a pose, that kinda looks silly from a boy in his sleepwear. Delia knew her son had always been a dreamer so she just chuckled and waved at her son, teary eyed as he and Eevee began to follow route 1 towards Viridian city, she would miss her boy so much!

Eevee was not a big fan of crowds

Chapter 3: Killing two birds, with one stone.
About an hour or so into their journey Ash began to truly notice how skittish Eevee was with each sound it would hop in of his legs, sheltering itself against the scary wind or ominous moving twigs. ‘Come on Eevee, you don’t have to be that scared of everything, don’t you pokemon like adventures normally?’ Our hero would say this with some despair and annoyance in his voice. Eevee shaked it’s head fastly in response it was not ready for adventure yet, when suddenly a rustling sound could be heard , as a pidgey popped up from the grass.”Ah Pidgey, Eevee let’s capture it’  Ash took a stance waiting for Eevee to jump by his side, however Eevee chose to tactically retreat and stare at the scene from a bush. ‘Oh come on Eevee’ Ash shouted. The sad looking eyes in that shrubbery however made Ash forgive his Pokémon fast as he told it to just look and see how he would do it. Ash however had not one bit of expertise when it came to Pokémon so he found out fairly soon he would have to deal damage to a Pokemon to capture it. After trying to use his pyjama to trap the pidgey, and getting blown away of wind, eevee screamed in terror fleeing up the tree. ‘Are you sure you can not help me weaken it? ‘ The young trainer would look up at the fox that was now stuck in a tree, just to see it heavily shake it’s head again. Ash picked up some rocks, missing the first stone he scared away three pidgeys, but in the distance he spotted one that was sitting perfectly silently, he would hit it capture it and thus he could teach Eevee how pokemon should normally behave as well, things might work out after all. He just had to land this hit, he trained for this when he tried tossing pokeballs, carefully aiming and YES!
Ash rock hit the bird straight in it’s head, however it turned out this was not a pidgey. It was a young spearow. With some tears in it eyes from the sharp pain it glared at Ash and began it’s attack.

Ash made Spearow miss a delicious worm, he had been looking forward to it a lot!

Chapter 4: A fated meeting
Spearow took flight on a collision course with Ash, who managed to stumble away. As the angry bird pulled up, his gaze met that of a terrified Eevee, deciding it would be its next pray Spearow aligned his flightpath to peck the living hell out of that terribly spoiled, owned pokémon. It hated trainer pokemon and it would pay for what it’s master did to him. While Ash shouted at the spearow to leave his eevee alone, Eevee in blind panic fired a sand attack at its attacker hitting it dead in the eye. The spearow shrieked in pain, getting sand tossed into your eye hurts a lot, blinded by the process it slammed into the tree. Spearow now dazed and confused and angrier than ever felt helpless in this moment, signaling he was in trouble and afraid of being captured he send out an S.O.S call , a call that was answered by plenty of allies.  Ash and Eevee saw the sky darkening as at two dozen, if not more spearow came charging towards them.”Eevee Ruuuuuun” Ash commanded, however the pokemon would have run anyway, the pair began to dash of towards a small waterfall in the distance. ‘Don’t worry I will keep you safe pal’ The ten year old looked at his partner trying to inspire some confidence, to no avail. Eevee spurred on by pure terror began moving faster than Ash could run, not hearing Ash cry for it not to run ahead, it’s mind to clouded by fear. The pack of spearow taking advantage of this to catch up with the Eevee began pecking at it relentlessly, causing to to sustain heavy injuries. Ash, only now becoming a target picked up the injured little fox and with one big plunge jumped off the waterfall. Being dragged by the current, the next thing Ash clearly remembers was being pulled out of the water by a , quite stunning young lady. “Oh my are you okay”  she asked looking visually shocked. ‘Yeah I am doing alright’ the boy would reply grunting a bit in pain as he does so. ‘Not you! your Pokémon, it needs help right away, there is a Pokémon center in the city not far from here’ Misty would look very concerned, where in the classic story it was a pikachu and one of the Pokémon types she isn’t too friendly with , seeing a harmless eevee injured this time, would push her concern over an important edge. ‘Here take my bike, you’ll get there faster’ she would say. Ash would thank her before sprinting off with Eevee in the bike’s basket. Ash thought to himself… “Ash now is the time and place to show what your worth, you have to protect Eevee’, sprinting off with the bike as fast as he could. 

Ash and Misty’s meeting was a bit more friendly….just a bit.

Chapter 5: Ash
Our unfortunate protagonist could not outrun the Spearows for to long, being knocked off the bike, Ash knew this would be his final stand, the skies darkened by storm clouds. ‘Eevee get in your Pokéball, I can keep you safe… just hurry up in and get inside’. The wounded fox creature saw how Ash was about to take some serious damage to protect it, something awakened in Eevee, it had never seen bravery before now..but seeing his new trainer willing to take all these hits for it, filled eevee with strength.
As the spearow began their attack on Ash, Eevee jumped on his shoulders to join the fight. The cowardly pokémon launched it first ever quick attack, having finally found someone to fight for. As the quick attack struck one of the spearows, Eevee realised it’s attack was not very effective. The pair was completely brutalised by the group of swarm of spearow, as Ash saw how they were still attacking his already knocked out Eevee, he knew that this would end badly, that was the last realisation he had before everything went black.

The Spearow would not stop attacking Ash and Eevee for a good while after they went down

He had no idea how many time had past but Ash woke up to a slander hand grabbing his wrist. “Looks like he is alive” a feminine voice says.  The hand that isn’t being held by the slender hand is suddenly licked by a narrow tongue. Ash opens his eyes just to notice Misty checking his pulse and Eevee, covered in grey dust licking his hand. Noticing he is covered in the dust himself, he tries to get up. To his surprise , he doesn’t have any trouble with it at all. Nothing hurts at all! As he tries to dust himself, the girl asks him for his name. ‘It’s Ash’ he replies. ‘I know it’s ash, but how did it get here, and what is your name boy?’. The orange haired girl sounds quite demanding yet there is still a lingering calmth in her voice.  ‘I mean my name is Ash’. The woman giggles a bit, well then Ash covered in ash, my name is Misty’.
Our hero pets his pokémon which gets dusted off a bit with each pat. ‘How did you heal your pokémon so fast, and what’s with the spa treatment in the middle of the road?’  Misty sounds curious as she examines him, doesn’t she notice he wounded he is Ash wonders. That’s when he realises he has no injuries at all, not a single bit of flesh is cut anymore, yet his clothes are in bad shape. ‘I … I don’t know’ the boy must confess he has absolutely no idea on what happened. ‘I thought we were going to die’ Ash looks down to the ground, noticing some weird rainbowlike reflection, he looks up to the sky to see where it is coming from, only to see clear blue skies. ‘Well, we will figure it out, looks like you can use someone who can teach you a bit about Pokémon, I’ll travel along a bit with you… think of it as way of me saying thanks for returning my bike back safely to me. Misty points towards her bike that although being covered in ash, still looks quite fine.’Thanks.. that might be useful, right Eevee?’ The Ketchum boy looks at his partner which shouts out his name with enthusiasm, looking eager for an adventure now. “Ash there is something in your hair” Misty would  gently touch the boys head, seeing how caring he is for his eevee made her smile, gently caressing the hair before taking the item and handing it to the boy, their gazes lingering on each other for a bit. Looking at the item in his hand, he realises this was what gave off that weird rainbow reflection from before. In his hand rest on bright multicoloured feather that seems to give off some shine.

Eevee and Ash stared at their relic for quite a while, while night began to set in.

In the distance a balloon lingers in the air, three strangers are using magnifying glasses to see the group. A female whips her hair back as she removes the binoculars from her eyes. Did you see that? That boy and his Pokémon died out there… than that stuff fell out of the sky. I bet the boss would like that feather very much’. A posh male voice would add ‘and I bet he would not mind an Eevee that came back from the dead either. The third voice doesn’t belong to  a human but to a pokemon a golden coin shimmering on its forehead as it simply agrees with the others “That’s Right!”

The End

Yay my little monsters, part one has concluded, I quite like how this turned out. Expect some major changes coming in the near future. Until then, let me know if you are Team Pikachu or Team Eevee, leave a like to brighten up my day but most of all stay pink!

Order and Chaos 2: Four priests and a blacksmith

Hello there my little monsters, welcome back to another installment of my fanfiction work “Pokemon Order and Chaos” , the second part of this series, Welcome to Wuqu, you can find by clicking on the name or by opening the fanfiction tab on the homepage. In the last episode we saw two priests of Alola, leading Team Oblivion travel to the “world of chaos’ where another criminal team.. or the very world they live in have to be stopped, in order to protect the regular Pokémon world.
But this new world was very different then their own, humans and pokemons are enemies rather than friends, with the ones people own being nothing more than tools. Professor Azalea took Luther and Nils into a waiting room, saying their new team members would be there shortly.

A rough wake-up call
William woke up from drooling on his own hand, his head hurt, what happened? Where was he even? The blond man in an ornate black robe looked through the room, it looked like a simple bedroom, in the middle there was an old tv sitting on a carpet a weird device was sitting in front of it, to his direct north there was a desk with a computer to his east there was a plant and some pokemon-dolls for some reason, and to the north east there was a door, with a keypad. Was he a prisoner? Who would capture a priest of Kōngjiān? He was a noble servant of the goddess C’ra, the lady of rainbows, though other fates in this world honoured the same god they all worshipped a different aspect of her, his one focussing on her kindness and goodness. He was a noble man, that never got in any trouble. Suddenly William began to remember, he received an envelope that he had been selected to be a Pokémon trainer,  tributes from every city would be selected and pitted against each other in teams, and the winning team would be welcomed into the safe zone. He did not want to join in, but with Neo Aether.. he guessed there was little choice. Deducing the envelope must have been laced with a knockout agent this feeling was now more enforced then ever. That was the exact moment William found out he had been handcuffed to the bed. ‘What in C’ra’s name is going on?’ William shouted out in frustration, at that time the tv began playing a message.
‘Welcome to the wonderful world of Pokémon, you can call me professor Azalea and this is a Pokémon’ The professor being displayed on the screen took out a white headed  creature with a greenish body, holding a big flower over it’s head. The professor then continued his message. ‘Soon you will receive your very own Pokémon well most of you will, I have 6 tables with 3 Pokémon each, each team.. you will find your teammates as you continue.. can send one member to one table to pick a pokemon from. Currently there are 24 participants, so one team will have no pokemon, so it is with great sadness that i have to announce, the last team to arrive will be………executed.’  With that the message cut out, William sprang up from his bed, he had to escape this room and he had to do it now!

The easy way out
In a room next to William’s Colvill looked at the same message with a wide array of feelings. Most of them a hunger for food. His passion for edibles was reflected by his posture. He was a large greasy man , with disheveled hair and a poorly groomed beard. He smelled of sweat and cinders, the scents of his forge, a place that had been recently burned down by some circus freak fucks, who apparently were pissed at him for making weapons for Neo Aether. He lost his wife when he lost everything else… but that was when he got the invite to become a trainer and earn a better life.  Right after that he woke up here, perhaps he should not have licked the letter. Covill tried to put things together in his head, executed was a bad thing right? So that means he has to get out of the room fast? Well Colvill was pretty sure he could, and without much thinking he stepped out of the bed, noticing he was cuffed to it he lifted up the bed and slammed it on the floor until it broke. ‘There we go, I hope there is a cafeteria in the next room’ Colvill said to himself, walking to the door he noticed it was locked. Without even looking at the keypad Colvill walked to the plant, he picked it up and rammed open the door. Unfortunately for him it was something of a walk in closet, filled with weapons and armors. He found a nice hammer, but armorwise it was all leathers and kevlar and the likes.. he did not like that. So instead he used his weapon to tear up some of the weapon lockers, strapping some of the shrapnel to his body as very improvised plate armor. ‘Now this is an armor hohoho, Colvill said when bashing open the next door, not even realising it was never locked. In the next room, two guards were patrolling, by the looks of the explosives strapped to them, they were some of the many neo Aether forced labourers,  the room had been set up so there were many routes to sneak past, Colvill just smiled and readied his hammer.

Four, five…. where’s the last one ?
Luther was  playing with his skrelp knife, while waiting for someone to pop out of the vaults, he saw Azalea’s message on the tv a bit earlier, if he would get killed for the failure of others, he would drag them all along to the abyss. Loud screams came from the vault labeled number five, the others were remarkable silent. Suddenly the sound of metal hitting metal became deafening as door five began to twist its shape. But it was not Colvill who met Luther and Nils first, Vault number three opened. A young woman, wearing a black bodysuit and a bandana as crimson as her hair walked out of the vault, wielding two pistols clearly a set as their looks where mirror images of each other. Without saying anything, she sat on a chair furthest away from the priests as soon as she saw the six finger print system of the final door. ‘And who might you be my daughter’ Luther began to her. ‘Not your daughter’  was his only reply after which the woman went silent again, covering her ears at the annoying sound of Colvill destroying his vault door. Finally he was successful, the blacksmith stepped into the room looking at Luther and Nils. ‘Hey you guys look weird, do you know where we can get any food?’ was Colvill’s first line to the ‘former’ Team Oblivion members.
‘No my son, but I bet if we get out of here, there will be food aplenty’  Luther spread his arms as he said this in a welcoming motion, to which Colvill just looked confused. ‘Dad? Didn’t you die like a long time ago?’  Luther’s eight eyed masked stared back coldly. ‘Ah i see , you have not been blessed with intelligence but with great strengths, No i am not your father my son, I am Abyss Prophet Luther, but you can call me dad if you like the same goes for you lady with the rag.’  Without looking the woman replied ‘Scarlett and I won’t call you dad’.
Colvill joined in ‘I am Colvil and no  my dad is my dad , you are not my dad, he’s dead…so I think calling you dad would be very confusing’ ‘Suit yourself my son, I am just happy to see these beautiful children I will share this journey with. At that moment William escaped his vault, seeing Colvill’s bloodied hammer, two ominous looking priests, and a very annoyed looking woman, he prayed to C’ra their sixth member would be something the goddess would smile upon.  Yet the sixth vault did not open and no sound could be heard. ‘Perhaps we should retrieve our sixth member, it may not be conform the rules but I am very allergic to being executed, I think none of you take it well either huh’ Luther once more took the lead in the conversation, which immediately went dead when Colvill began hitting the unopened vault with his hammer. 

he mysterious Sue
Sue was just laying in her bed enjoying her music, she noticed an old guy pop up on the tv earlier which showed her a floette, which was nice but she was listening to her music and it was just at the good part. She was chained to the bed, but selected to be a trainer. They would come get her when it was time, this bed was more comfortable as the beds she had in her Fǎnwùzhí order of C’ra.  They were called the tech priests. They revered C’ra for her wisdom and her ability to promote evolution in mankind in the form of advancing technologies and new lessons to learn each day. Her walkman was one of her most precious possessions , the lyrics people made and the sounds people made really gave her an insight in humanity as a whole. And it kept her ears warm as well.
Suddenly Sue noticed 5 strange figures popping over her head… well four, the fifth was clearly a Kōngjiān.’Can I help you’ Sue asked casually. Colvill just grabbed her while telling, we need to get out of here fast.  William was kind enough to give the white haired lady with emerald eyes a weapon, but it was to late for her to get an armor, so she was stuck in her black and white priestess robes with gold painted walkman still half on her head. The group held her hand against the scanner as they did their own, exchanging names in the process. Unlike everyone else Sue did take up the offer to call Luther dad.
In the next room professor Azalea was waiting, with 3 Pokéballs on each table, even though Sue coasted it, it appeared they were the first. William however decided this was a good moment to speech. ‘You can not just execute the final team , that would be monstrous, like Colvill here killed your guards, was that worth it?  How can you be this evil , I do not want to have anything to do with your organisation’. Professor Azalea signed ‘those guards were criminals on death row, however their guild could not be entirely confirmed so they got offered this task, if they survive, they are pardoned, if you execute them, nothing had changed. They mostly are thieves who steal from the organisation for their own survival, though I can not say I condone the law, I must follow it as must you, the individual is not powerful enough to stop this organisation, and the organisation is much needed to protect us from the pokemon’
Luther interrupted  scientist and said ‘You have made pokemon your enemy in my world we are friends, you have brought this faith upon yourself’.  Azalea scoffed, it was not the people out here, that shot at Ho-oh when it attacked the capital of freedom, it was not Wiliam over here that riled up the beedrill of twisted tree forest to attack everything on sight. When your ancient king of Kalos activated that weapon all those years ago, and nearly wiped Pokémon out of existence, do you still think it’s the fault of the people living in Lumiose today?’ Luther was silenced by the man’s knowledge of his world began to wonder what he got his old self into.

A whole new world to live in.
looked as Sue walking to a table and picking a Pokéball , without even looking she opened it while excitedly shouting ‘I choose you Aipom’ having picked an actual Aipom. He walked over to a table to see if they had any names labeled, perhaps his old eyes where failing him but he could not see. As Sue let her new aipom climb her shoulders, Luther noticed his table had a Joltik, an Inkay and Litwick. As Luther grinned he picked Inkay to be his new starter. Scarlett settled for a Bulbasaur, which shared a table with a Fennekin and a Popplio. Colvill chose a Growlithe which he named Sunny Boy, he would never pick some stupid crab, or some girly plant thingy..though they looked tasty. William picked a Gastley , something he was clearly not very familiar with and Nils settled on a Houndour sharing a table with a Poliwag and an Drowzee.
With his Pokémon selected William confronted Azala again about the executions, whom assured William that in fact there was only three teams and Neo-Aether just wanted to profile how they would help themselves in a crisis, they always did that in case that the trainers would rise up against the state, Aether would already know how they think and deploy countermeasures, a mere safety protocol against rebellion, and something detailed to go with their trainer passport.
William not agreeing with this Modus operandi  noticed a second door opening, revealing another group of six. They all picked their pokémon, William especially noticed the boy named Weiss, wearing a restraining jacket, and all sorts of bugs in his hair , he picked the Joltik as his partner and challenged luther for a battle. Nils rival was a young  boy, about 15 years old, dressed in a “sentai’ cosplay, claiming he thought Nils looked like a villain and it was his way of the hero to defeat him.
Luther however declined his challenge by Weiss, his eye was caught by one of the others, the one the other team had chosen as their leader.
She walked over to the table Sue had picked her Aipom from, nicknaming it Aster.
Luther.. looked at the remarkable similarities. Her eyes shown crimson her hairs as black as ebony kept in a tomboyish model, wearing a burlap cape, that had been outfitted with some dark scales. Wearing short grey shorts held up by a simple red string, and high socks which seemed to hold up a “mega ankle bracelet’  and grey sandals. Weiss kept begging Luther for a battle, but his gaze and ears where fixed on the interaction of the two mysterious women. When the ebony haired lady went to Sue Luther’s suspicions were confirmed. She bowed for the white haired woman while saying “Hi my name is Zinnia would you do the honour of battling me?’

Thus ends the second chapter of this story, in the next episodes our heroes will face their first battle, or well at least some of them, and they will venture out in the streets to find Hobart , the headstrong Hobo, the gym leader of Rathole town. How will they deal with the issues of this new world, and what is up with people of the past showing up? Find out in the next episode!
Remember to stay hydrated, stay healthy but most of all stay pink!
Until we read again!

Order and Chaos 1: Welcome to Wuqu

Welcome to my very own world little Monsters, the world of my Pokémon D&D game. The world of Wuqu. Each week I will talk a bit about the more mature stories of this world of my RP campaign. It is set in a world, that never knew Pokémon, much like our own, but around the  eighties of that world, Pokémon suddenly began appearing. People saw them as monsters and began fighting them resulting in a war between humans and pokémon with many victims on both sides. Eventually mankind was driven to live underground mostly, the Pokémon destroying the world’s climate making it a barren place. The sun shone in forests at times and spots where it’s not supposed to shine, causing the trees to twist , poison types polluted the waters, and fire types created new deserts. When all seemed lost, through the Ultra Space holes that started all troubles a capsule arrived, within it, answers how to build Pokéballs, how these monsters and make them do your will. With resources running very thin, only the major corporations had enough money and means to get these technologies created. These companies banded together and formed Neo-Aether, a now totalitarian world governing institute, trading safety for servitude. No citizens of Aether are allowed to leave their own city, ever, only those selected for the Trials may prove their worth. These trials entail defeating the mayor of 8 cities in Pokémon battles, or more. Those who do so, prove they can live together with Pokémon and will be granted acces to “the safe zone” a remote island where humans and Pokemons live together in peace. Or at least that is what people are made to believe……..

Team Oblivion
However our story does not begin in the region of Wuqu in this brand new world. This adventure starts in the Alola region, one hundred years after the first champion of Alola defeated the Mother Beast. We find ourselves in a sterile white office of the Aether Foundation in Alola, time-storms have been happening recently and Pokémon have started to vanish from the world little by little. Four ominous looking people  stare at a darkened femine shape in the back off an office, sitting in a wheelchair. Their body postures reveal they are all a bit older. One dressed in mostly blue, wearing a tentacool beak as a cowl, with an eight eyed face mask speaks to the shadow. ‘Why have you summoned Team Oblivion, do you not know what we stand for?’ he speaks, his voice revealing he is clearly of high age, yet there is still a deep determination and menacing tone in his voice. He straightens his robes marked with Kyogre-patterns, then straightens his shoulders made of dead tentacools with their tentacles draping over his widely sleeved arms. The woman speaks, her voice sounding quite elegant, though the cracking in said voice also reveal she might be in poor health. ‘I know very well what your organisation stands for Abyss Prophet Luther’ she says while she moves a bit in the shadows. ‘It is why i have specifically  called you’. A second man draped in a black cloak with dark purple elements, and a white faceless mask speaks, barely visible whle in this poorly lit room, he plays with his Darkrai themed pendant and then calmy speaks. ‘How can ending the world help you then, mysterious lady’. The two other priest like figures chuckle. One is donning a bone mask with a very dark brown cloak, he is very broad and muscled, his sleeves inspired by Giratina, the eyes of his skull mask fitted with some tinted glasses in a ghostly shade of purple. Lighter than the one who just spoke.
The other is a much slimmer man, in red scaled robes,  with earthen shoulder spikes, as if inspired by Groudon, his mask also being an earthen slab with some markings similar to that on the red stone. The lady’s heads shift to the Darkrai inspired man and tells him. ‘Well glad you ask Void Prohet Nils, I need you to destroy a world, just not this one’ Even though non can see the woman’s face, all four man know there is a smile on her face,

Team Freak
The woman brushes trough her hair, letting her message sink in with the four. The large man and the slender groudon donned one seem very excitable. “Does this mean we can bring Death?’ says the large man while making a D pose. “And EXTINCTION” yells the red clad, stone masked man. ‘Yes Death Prophet  Griogri and Extinction Prophet Asmodeus, yes you can’
The woman puts on a breath mask for a short moment taking a gasp from it before continuing. ‘I need you to travel to a world on the other side of Ultra Space, we have been aware of an group of people there named Team Freak, by whatever means in that world.. they have found a possibility to breach back into our world with Ultra Space travel, but somehow they end up, back in significant places in history. They are trying to alter our timeline, so that their pathetic world is safe, in order to do so they seem to have wiped Pokémon from our timeline..so I need you to go there and destroy this world or at least that blasted organisation before it kills our world, and given your expertise you will be the right people for the job.’ The shaded figure heads them a folder giving some information, revealing a clownesque magician by the name of Sion Illu to be their leader as well as their logo. A cruel looking clowns face with swirly eyes it’s nose being a diamond of a card game as well as it’s teeth forming the word Freak.
The abyss prophet nods, speaking in a very bellowing voice. ‘You have selected the right tools for the job Aether president, we will be the scalpel that will cut away that is the cancer that you call Team Freak , if lord Kyogre favours me and my brothers, we may even be able to amputated that entire world of existence from the multiverse.’ The man forms a pyramid shape above his head.. as if spelling the letter A. ‘For the Abyss!’  Nils the Darkrai looking one, follows suit but shapes a V. ‘We will send these people to the Void’. The woman chuckles. ‘Good to see you are eager, I have a contact in that world…the world we for now shall label Chaos, A pokémon profesor unaware of my true intentions, he offered to help me in trade for some much needed supplies, I can send two of you on the trainer journey giving you easy access to the world. The two others will have to find another way out. ‘Me and Nils shall take the more cunning route and infiltrate the trainer teams, our brothers here are the less tactical ones and their talents are more suited for the more hands on approach’ says the group eldest. ‘Very well then so it shall be’ replies the woman.  ‘Follow my assistant at the end of the room, they will send you to your location.’
Following their new employee’s orders they follow a man clad in white to a sterile looking room, some strange sounds can be heard from the ceiling. ‘Wait here and follow my instructions’ tells the employee who proceeds to move in an adjacent room behind some safety glass, taking along Grigori and Asmodeus. ‘I will drop them in at another location’ he says. ‘In order for you not to puke your guts out and collapse in an insult I need you to close your eyes right now then count back from 20.’  The man sounds sincere enough while working on some buttons. Luther and Nils don’t feel like throwing up with their masks on, so they decide to follow orders, about the time when their count reaches 3 seconds left, they can hear the sounds of the oceans and they feel their feet sinking deeper into the floor.

Welcome to Wuqu
After the count of twenty both prophets open their eyes and they find themselves on a grimey looking beach, with a derelict mall in the distance. However the beach is not normal, it’s coloured brightly neon yellow with some other colours mixed in. As they wonder about it a voice is providing an answer. ‘We painted that beach like that.. that way the Sandygasts and Pallosands can be spotted right away, they also hate the colour so they tend to stay away.’ The man walks closer, very hunched over, the man still seems of remarkable size, his hair white and long, donning a lab coat over something akin to more traditional Johto outfits, with a twist. He is using a cane to walk with on the top of it a Pokeball, Around his upper arm there is a band with a logo akin to the Aether logo of old world, but this time it has “legs” in the shape of the letter N. ‘Welcome to our wonderful world of Pokémon, welcome to Wuqu, you can call me profesor Azalea. It is nice to see such promising trainers coming to our aid to stop the blasted terrorists, they are terrorising the streets of Rathole town, quite possibly even behind that new drug that has been popping up’ Luther and Nils look at each other, intrigued by how different this world is already and follow the man as he guides them to the derelict mall. In front of the doors there are two man dressed in white, with heavy military equipment on their body guarding the door.Profesor Azalea talks with him showing him some idea and telling him that these are two guest trainers to be.  ‘Oh once you are inside this city you can not leave until you acquire the city’s gym badge. Hobbart , the headstrong Hobo is a kind soul, donating all his income to keep the Pokémon center and hospitals of this city running freely. He lives at the lowest level of this underground mall, with all the other homeless. But first you need a team.’ The priests simply nod accepting their faith and cover with some dignity , this will be interesting and this world is truly sick so it needs to be put out of its misery, is what both priests think. Once inside it’s an entirely different world.
An old woman is on a levitating wheelchair… but rather then wheels it’s operated on dead magnetise.. being made to levitate by passing a magnetic current through them with an old car battery attached to the chair sloppily. One of the poorly welded magnemite corpses falls off as the chair loses balance. Houses are no more then sizes of pop up stores, housing families in spaces not much larger than a single room. Neon lights, advertisements in a old language and new ones ..welded on top. Rattatas are trying to look for scraps of food before being clubbed by a large tattooed man. ‘Wel looks like my family will eat well tonight’ he says after picking up the two oddly shaped skull rattatas. A hologram of a twin tailed girl with long green hair dancing and singing is projected on the ceiling.
People walking with headphones on connected to a square device that plays some kind of old “cassette” like material, although with video hologram options now.  Ruffians huddling up in an ally to relieve one such music enthusiast of their gear… and most likely their life as well by the looks of it, and everyone else ignores it. Profesor Azalea  presses on and walk briskly for a man his age ignoring all the crime and awfulness. ‘This world will be better of in the void’ Nils said while shaking his head as he sees a young boy kicking a Lillipup.
The professor looks at them as he begins to speak once more. ‘All trainers are allowed to carry one active weapon, a “pair” still counts as one… if you carry a second weapon ..or more then 6 pokémon on you.. you are deemed a threat to the state and will be executed, I figure  you have already brought your own so we do not have to provide?’ Both Nils and Luther nod but the latter asks ‘More than six Pokémon do you not have a box system then?’ The profesor shakes his head and reacts in response ‘Nothing like in your world, you can drop off surplus Pokémon at the vault, so if you want to go hunt for a new pokemon and you carry six already take one to the vault preemptively, you can always swap them around and they will be send to your new location once you move. Ah we have arrived at the lab’
The professor opens a door, of  what would seem to have been an old restaurant of sorts before, some tinkered equipment can be seen in the back as he guides them towards a kitchen area that has been converted as well, heavy metal doors with numbers have replaced the coolers, and whatever store was next door has been converted to be a part of it as well. ‘Normally the new trainers will be subject to a test ..but you  use this waiting room to wait for your team members. I just hope they get here in time, feel free to use the tv in this room and take a seat.. do not break any gear though it all belongs to neo Aether… those who break Aether gear will be…’ the professor is interrupted by Luther ‘let me guess executed?’. The professor nods. ‘Your team mates should arrive shortly. My apologies for the hassle, I can not break their rules either.’ Luther and Nils nod, while Luther sits down Nils plays with the tv for a bit.  Only one channel of course, there is a movie on that channel. Three boys are walking down a railroad.

In the next episode episode, we will meet some more noble trainers, joining Luther and Nils on the Pokémon Gym challenge. Will the two doomsday priest be able to elude the group to their true intentions, will they be able to find out more about this Team Freak folks, and what atrocities does Rathole Town hold in store for our upcoming heroes? You will just have to wait and see what happens in the next installment of Pokémon Order and Chaos.
Until then, don’t go starting a dystopian corporate governance thing here..but stay  pink!
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