Luther – Pinkie's Paradise

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?

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!

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!