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Jul 25, 10 at 9:22am ^re: The Legend of Mantacore
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Isaac awoke abruptly, interrupted from a great dream by his Pokenav. The screen was blinking brightly, signaling a new message from one of his school friends. He looked away from the device and glanced at the sleeping mass he recognized as Ellie; she was curled up in a ball and appeared to be in a deep slumber. Not wanting to wake her, he took quietly stood and walked away from the site at which they camped. Without wasting another minute, he madly searched his contacts for the sender of the message and called them. After a few rings, he saw a tired face pop up on his screen. "Isaac? Did you get my message?"
"Yeah, but are you sure about it? It seems a little obvious." He remembered back to the message, which had educated Isaac to the whereabouts of one of the flags. "The Ghost flag in Lavender?"
"I know, I thought the same thing... but it's true, I just got mine!" He waved the small purple flag into the camera. "Anyway, I need to get moving, good luck! I messaged Elysia too, maybe you'll see her there. Later dude." He disappeared in a flash, leaving the dimly lit Pokenav sitting quietly in Isaac's hand. At that instant, he heard what had to be Elysia's ringtone, as she groggily rolled over and checked its significance. Her eyes grew big as she read the screen, then proceeded to jump up excitedly, almost falling over in the process.
The two sat across from each other eating quietly; Isaac was trying to decide how to slip away from Ellie to pursue the next flag without her finding out. "Y'know," she started, "It's fine that you don't want to travel with me, I understand." She looked up and forced a smile toward Isaac, who was unsuspecting the comment.
"So you weren't sleeping, eh? Can't say I'm surprised." He laughed and stood up, scarfing the last of his food. "Then at that, you won't mind if I head off toward the next flag?"
Ellie frowned noticably, then proceeded to release her Altaria and pick up her pack. "If that's what you want, then I'm as good as gone." She looked up at Isaac hopefully, searching for even a bit of regret in his eyes.
"Alright, I'll talk to you later!" Isaac smiled and began packing his things, as Elysia flew off heartbroken.
He spent the morning training in the forests surrounding Saffron City, making sure he was ready for his battle. As he finished, he recalled his pokemon and walked toward Lavender Town, which wasn't far from his destination. Upon approaching the coordinates given to him, he noticed another trainer leaving town; she seemed very familiar. "Ellie!" Isaac yelled, getting many annoyed glances from townsfolk and a startled reply from Elysia.
"Isaac? Oh, so he told you too. He uses a Gengar, shouldn't be too hard for you. Good luck." Without even sparing another second, she turned nonchalantly and walked away from the town. Hm... that's weird. I'll give her a call later.
He entered the area and observed the conditions; he was standing in a graveyard, surrounded by tombstones. Across the field stood a man, who looked very gruff and dangerous. "You're here for your flag, I presume? Ready your pokemon, let's fight!" He stood ready with a pokeball in his hand, motioning for Isaac to pick.
“And I’m Isaac, thanks for asking.” He replied sarcastically. Isaac stood before the man anxiously, fidgeting with his four pokeballs, trying to decide what to choose. Fighting a Gengar makes this quite the simple choice; Golduck, for sure. But I want this to be fun, so... Unable to settle on a single choice, he decided to put the pokeballs in his pocket and jostle them around. "There's no better way to appreciate a battle than playing the odds, right?" He smiled at the man standing across from him, who was impatiently scowling at him. "I'll pick... This one!" Isaac whipped out a random pokeball, unsure of what was inside, and waited for his opponent to make his choice.
"Well, I'm going to play my Gengar. I don't know what you're trying to pull, but I'm not risking anything. If you want this flag, you'll have to earn it." He released the purple pokemon at that, which proceeded to glare almost menacingly at Isaac.
Isaac held the ball up to his face, muttering under his breath; "Don't let me down now," and threw the pokeball onto the arena. As the red and white ball retracted back to its owner, a pokemon soon emerged in a red light: A Pidgeot. Hm... this should be an interesting fight, to say the least. He looked from his pokemon to the man's, trying to form a plan of action.
"Wait too long, and I might just have to attack!" The man suddenly appeared to be issuing a command to Gengar. "Use Thunderbolt, let's end this battle now!" He pointed a finger out as Gengar charged the attack.
Thinking on his toes, Isaac yelled out his first command, hoping it wouldn't be his last. "Pidgeot, use Agility now! Dodge the electricity!" Doing as she was told, Pidgeot picked up speed and darted around the graveyard away from the oncoming attacks. There must've been at least 4 bolts of lightning that came close to hitting, but Pidgeot succeeded in avoiding them all. "Alright, now show them what you can do! Use your Wing Attack!" Pidgeot nodded and began focusing on its target; the suspecting Gengar.
"Stop it, get ready for a Hypnosis! Wait until it's close!" Gengar kept his eyes on Pidgeot, who was speeding in toward it. As she approached, Isaac could see the ghost closing its eyes to hypnotize its prey. Pidgeot didn't know what was going on, and looked quickly at Isaac in confusion. All he had to do was nod; the hours of strategy training had finally paid off. As they had practiced many times before, Pidgeot stopped short of its opponent and switched from a Wing Attack to a Gust. Gengar flew off the ground, causing a shout from its surprised owner. "Stop, what are you doing? Normal attacks don't affect ghost types!"
"Right, sir, but Flying attacks do!" Knowing he could outsmart the man gave Isaac another idea; he would use his own attack against him! "Pidgeot, come back over here, away from the Gengar. Stay out of range of his attacks!" The giant bird pokemon did as she was told, and flew back over to its partner.
"Out of range? Heh, we'll show you! Gengar, Psychic attack! Bring that pesky bird to the ground!" The man yelled triumphantly, excited at his own idea.
"Not so fast! Pidgeot, now! Mirror Move!" It was like a scene in a movie; Gengar's eyes began to glow a light blue color, and almost instantly after, Pidgeot's did the same. Both pokemon were struggling with the other, trying to make them submit to their strong Psychic attacks. "You've forgotten something, sir... Flying pokemon aren't strongly affected by Psychic attacks... But do you know what is?" Before the man could even think of answering, Pidgeot smiled as a sign he had become the victor of the power struggle. Rather than make the Gengar fall to the ground, however, Pidgeot made the poor ghost dance and sing; quite a humiliating defeat. "Sorry, it looks like Gengar can't handle it!" Isaac laughed at his Pidgeot's prank, and looked up at the man with a big smile.
The usually gruff man had actually cracked a smile, much to the surprise of Isaac, and soon after began laughing. “You know? It’s been a long time since I’ve enjoyed myself in a battle. All of the trainers nowadays are so serious… and I must say this has been a relieving change. Thanks for the battle Isaac, I’ll remember this! Here is your prize.” At his last words, he held up a small purple flag. “I wish all trainers weren’t as serious as they are! Why, just before you I was challenged by a girl about your age; totally oblivious to everything… almost depressed. She seemed like something was on her mind. Oh well, thanks again, good luck in the challenge.” He was still smiling, and continued to do so until Isaac had retrieved his flag and left the area.
First thing’s first, I should probably call Ellie… Isaac pulled out his Pokenav and dialed her number. The ringing seemed incessant, and eventually it stopped, sending the call to her voicemail. “Ellie, I didn’t think you would get so mad about me saying we should wait to travel… If it means that much, we can. Meet me in Celadon?” He shut of the device and proceeded to fly to Celadon, where he walked around and waited to see if Elysia accepted his offer. Celadon was bustling with people; there were many trainers hanging around the gym, shoppers and tourists gazing admirably at the giant department store, and the occasional girls gossiping loudly as they walked. Many trainers were showing off their pokemon proudly, trying to top each other and decide whose pokemon was the best. Overall, it was a very peaceful day in Celadon.
Isaac continued walking until he reached a rather deserted corner of town. It was a lot quieter than the main part of town, and a lot more beautiful; There was a vast field of flowers with a beaten dirt path down the middle. Running around the flowers were two teenagers, one boy and one girl, who were laughing and playing around. Upon further inspection, Isaac noticed something hanging out of the jacket pocket of the boy; A few small white flags. It would be one thing if he only had one... but there are quite a few there. Could it be him? The boy looked up and noticed the dumfounded Isaac staring at him. Rather than act confused, the boy seemed to know what Isaac was thinking, and to confirm his thoughts the boy removed a flag from his jacket and held it up. He then proceeded to wave it around sarcastically, egging the unsuspecting Isaac to battle him.
Before agreeing to fight, Isaac took one last look around town for Ellie. Arriving right on que, Elysia was descending from the sky on her Altaria, eventually touching down at the Poke Center and walking in. Without a second thought, Isaac looked back to the anxious boy and shook his head. "Later, I'm a little busy." He didn't wait for a response, and jogged over the Poke Center, excited to see Ellie again.
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Jul 26, 10 at 7:33pm ^re: The Legend of Mantacore
EHays; if you have a story, please make a new thread. this thread is solely for the story by Boo and myself, and comments/criticism related to that.
Aug 24, 10 at 7:40am ^re: The Legend of Mantacore
I almost feel the need to apologize for the time away, but I feel this ginormous chapter should make up for it.
The duo slowly declined to the streets below, where they saw a large mass of people gathering in front of a building. Isaac quickly recognized the town as Vermillion City, and the building as the harbor, but was still just as confused as to the prior happenings as Ellie was. He turned and offered a shrug in her direction as they touched down. Both bodies curiously jumped off from the back of Pidgeot, who quietly cooed before being returned to her pokeball.
Elysia began walking toward the crowd, hoping to hear what was going on, while Isaac followed closely behind. With the masses as huddled as they were, it was difficult to navigate to the site of the gathering. Both alarmed people and their pokemon crowded the immediate area, clogging their attempt for a good five minutes. As they finally pushed through to the near-front it became evident what was happening. All eyes were fastened upon the roof of the harbor building, where a tree was leaning precariously. The roof was creaking louder with every passing moment; there were people screaming from inside the building, clearly audible, though nobody was making much of an effort to help. From the top story window there was the silhouette of a small child, who appeared to be banging wildly on the restricting glass. A woman, who appeared to be the mother of this child, was standing below the building crying wildly, too afraid to do anything herself, but asking everybody for help.
Isaac glanced at Ellie with a stern expression on his face before speaking. “I need to help that kid… this building is going down. Promise me you’ll wait here?” He stared for a moment into her eyes while waiting for confirmation.
She bit her lower lip and looked away for a moment before speaking in a low, shaky voice. “Be careful, if you’d please,” Ellie said with a start, breaking for a moment to think before finishing. “Don’t go getting yourself killed.” She smiled happily and looked back into his eyes. He could tell she was fighting to act okay, though he could put a finger on why.
As if taken by instinct, Isaac stepped closer to Ellie and gently wrapped his arms around her. Almost instantly, Ellie returned the gesture, holding on for dear life. He could feel her shaking ever so slightly under his mass, and was almost certain he heard a slight whimper from her. “Listen,” he began, talking in a soft and friendly voice into her ear, “I’ll be alright. You don’t need to worry about me leaving, because you’ll have to try a lot harder than this to get rid of me.” Isaac patted her on the back carefully, then took a step back and held her hands. “The only thing you need to worry about is your own safety, and let me worry about mine. Have I ever lied to you?” By this point, Ellie was looking thoughtfully at Isaac, eyes beaming. She looked as though she was about to say something, but was suddenly interrupted by a large crack from the towering, unstable building. Isaac wrenched his neck over to see the building, but quickly returned his gaze to the worrisome girl standing in front of him. He nodded politely, then ran off toward the building as fast as he could manage.
He had no plan of action, no idea what he was going to do… only a vague picture of what he needed to accomplish. The child was his number one priority, and he had to help him at all costs. Ellie was acting kind of strange… She’ll be fine though, she’s a trooper. Thoughts about Elysia were running through Isaac’s mind as he raced up the stairs, moving faster than he could remember having ever done. As he reached the top floor, he noticed debris everywhere; crates that had fallen from shelves, random spare ship parts, and a couple of broken support beams had snapped. Across the room stood a boy, who was looking around nervously for any chance at salvation. Upon spotting Isaac, he started yelling frantically for help, to which Isaac replied by carefully running over. He was careful to avoid the broken beams and random debris as he crossed the room.
As he approached the boy, he released Machoke from his pokeball and instructed it to remove the window. The strong pokemon nodded and quickly set to work, ripping the window from the wall with its brute force and tossing it aside as if it were weightless. Then, thinking on his toes, he released his Pidgeot and helped the boy onto its back. As he watched the giant bird pokemon decline to the ground with the boy, he noticed Ellie looking up at him worriedly. Isaac had the thought of waving to her to assure his safety and ease her mind, but the idea was rejected when he was suddenly thrown to the ground by a sudden jerk of the building floor. The pokeball for Machoke, who he had been planning on returning for its own safety, was ripped from Isaac's hand by the sheer force of the ground’s movement. Not knowing what to do next, Isaac wildly scrambled for the pokeball; his love for his pokemon came before even himself. Upon reaching the ball and wrapping his fingers around it, he felt a set of strong arms from behind, picking him up and lifting him into the sky. He didn’t resist, nor did he even have to wonder who it was; Machoke was there behind him, carrying him to the open window. He carefully placed his master on the sill, and then proceeded to jump out onto the ground. Upon seeing Machoke okay and on the ground, Isaac was able to think much more clearly, but didn’t exactly have a chance to collect himself.
No sooner had he looked around did he hear a loud, lurching noise; the crowd of people suddenly seemed to be moving away, and Machoke (who was standing with Ellie at this point) grew wide-eyed and began running toward the building. It was then he knew what was happening; the harbor was collapsing! There was no longer time to formulate a plan of escape, just moments of adrenaline-filled pressure that forced him to act before he could think. Isaac made the choice to jump out the window, multiple stories above ground zero. He didn’t get a great push off the unstable siding, but was at least clear of most of the rubble. Everything moved in slow motion; Elysia was running toward the building with tears in her eyes, Machoke was trying to position himself under the falling mass, but couldn’t find his way through the debris. His body spun out of control, falling toward the uninviting earth of Vermillion. Unable to process what exactly what was happening, Isaac could only hope for the best… which would be nothing short of a miracle. Arriving right on cue was none other than Pidgeot, who grabbed at Isaac’s backpack frantically and pushed a powerful gust of air downward to break his fall.
He still landed with quite a large amount of force, sending a shock through his body and literally knocking the wind out of him. Isaac felt as though he could scream out in pain, but found it best to grit his teeth when he saw Elysia running toward him. She looked upset, to say the very least. Ellie approached Isaac and skipped formalities, proceeding to smack him in the arm a few times. “Don’t ever scare me like that again, do you hear me?” With every word she spoke, Isaac found the smile on his face growing wider as he formulated a sarcastic and witty remark.
“I-…” he was forced to stop when realized the pain in his stomach. He took a moment to catch his breath, and then started again. “I told you I’d be fine… I’m a superhero, remember?” He grinned moronically at her.
“Oh… oh… shut up!” Her words were a bit choppy, and she was stammering. Alas, however, as Isaac had predicted, her angry expression turned to that of joy as she embraced him in another hug. She let out a heavy sigh as she pulled away and smiled; “Of course, how silly of me to forget.”
The boy and his mother approached Isaac, and began appreciatively praising him. “Thank you so much for saving my son, what can I ever do to repay you?” She gave him a firm hug and waited elatedly for his reply.
He didn’t have anything he wanted, so Isaac did what he did best; made a joke. “Well, you can help me find out whatever’s making these tremors… Pretty soon the whole world will be in rubble.” Isaac smiled as he spoke, portraying his demeanor, but was surprised when an older looking male stepped out from the crowd. He approached Ellie and Isaac and motioned for them to follow.
The pair did so without thinking twice, stepping into what appeared to be a bar of some sort and sitting at a round table, just barely big enough for the three of them. The old man introduced himself as a sailor named Larry Dayze, then proceeded to yell at the waiter for a beer.
He leaned in closely to the two, tempting them to follow his lead. They did so slowly, exchanging confused glances in the process. When the three were mere inches apart, he began to weave his tale. “Throughout history, there have been some powerful pokemon of legend and of myth… or of truth, if you can choose to believe it.”
Isaac scoffed a bit, looking at him with a cocked eyebrow. “You mean legendaries? Of course they’re real, everybody knows that.” He had to hide a light chuckle at the ignorance of the man. Ignoring the comment, however, the old man continued.
“You see, however, there was one that was stronger than the rest… one that has been hidden from existence for hundreds- no, thousands of years! This pokemon… was Mantacore.” He couldn’t help but offer an admiring smile. Larry’s eyes were gleaming like those of a child on Christmas morning. “The Earth’s very core and everything around it! It had powers like you’d never imagine, and control over everything; it controlled each and every element of our planet. The land, the ocean, the skies and weather, even space...” Ellie glanced over at Isaac worriedly, seeing the correlation between the recent happenings and the man’s story.
“So what’s making it want to attack us all of the sudden? What’d we do?” Elysia quickly spoke, mesmerized by the tangential words of the old drunkard.
Larry grinned mischievously, threading the story to his eager and willing audience. “Well, way back then, he used to be nice too. One day, however, a group of criminal masterminds somehow got a hold on this pokemon; they used him to do their bidding; Tremors so powerful they knocked down buildings, Rainstorms so fierce it flooded whole islands… but it all stopped almost as soon as it began. Cinnabar had been hidden under the sea, and not many buildings were left standing. The death count was in the thousands.” He nonchalantly looked over at the pair of teens, seeing if his words had been sinking in. Ellie was staring with wide eyes, waiting for the next words, but Isaac appeared unconvinced.
“Why’d it stop?” Ellie asked anxiously, itching to hear the end of the story.
“Well, my dear, there were other pokemon; not as strong as Mantacore, but kind and clever. Today they have revealed themselves as Kyogre, Groudon, Rayquaza, and Arceus. They joined together in a valiant last resort, fighting against the ranging powers of Mantacore. Somehow, to the surprise of the captors… Mantacore was sealed inside of the earth, never to be seen or heard of again. So to answer your previous question, I am in firm belief that he has returned, but he’s not alone. Some evil force has uncovered his secrets… and must be using them to its advantage.” Isaac choked a laugh, but quickly regained his posture. Larry stood abruptly at this gesture and walked toward the door. “Sorry to waste your time kids, an old man telling a story probably doesn’t interest the likes of you. Y’all be safe now.” He left soon after, not giving either teen a chance to speak.
The two sat in silence for a moment, both bewildered and slightly confused, before Isaac released a stifled laugh and began speaking. “Can you believe that quack? Just a load of rubbish,” he chuckled. “What a waste of time, huh Ellie?” He turned in her direction to see a lone expression, pasted on her face for the world to see: fear.
Elysia looked over, very confused, and talking faster than the words could form. “You don’t believe him? What if it’s true?! We can’t just stand by and let this happen, can we?” She stared into his eyes with deep concern.
“Even if it is true, this will fix itself in time. Let those ‘other’ pokemon handle it.” Isaac stood at this and motioned to Elysia to do the same. Rather than follow, however, she dropped her head into her hand.
“But… but…” She stammered over the word, but found nothing to follow it. She stared at the ground nervously and bit her lower lip. With one last hopeful try, she looked up into Isaac’s eyes hopefully.
While he was skeptical, he felt compelled to offer her a glimmer of hope. “There’s only one way to find out, and that’s to investigate… right?” He knew what she was thinking, and only wanted to put her mind at ease. “It could be a coincidence, you know… I mean, there have only been tremors, hasn’t rained since the first one in Celadon.” It seemed that nature just wouldn’t let Isaac win that day, as the lights flickered a little bit and the beer in Larry’s abandoned beer mug began rippling unexpectedly. Elysia looked up at Isaac, as if to say “uh oh…”, but the words became very unnecessary.
It was quite the spectacle to behold; the bartender had abandoned his post and was urging everybody to get out in an orderly fashion. Everybody tried leaving at once, however, which caused a major jam at the single door to the bar. Isaac had run around to Ellie’s side so they didn’t get separated… and then the worst of it struck. The ground was shaking fiercely, more than it had the past few times, and tables and chairs were literally being thrown off the ground into the sky. The bulbs in the chandeliers seemed to all burst simultaneously, adding darkness and raining glass to the symptoms of the disaster. Isaac threw his arm over Ellie, who ducked beneath him instinctively. He felt a blunt shard of glass scrape against his back. It wasn’t quite enough to make him show any pain, but it was definitely enough to leave a mark. The bartender kept yelling for everybody to evacuate, until finally everybody had made it out. The earth was still shaking, but it was dying down, and the crowd of onlookers stared at the bar as it effortlessly fell to the ground in a splintery heap. Isaac’s eyes were huge from the event that had befallen, and he no longer doubted the possibility of the old seaman’s lore.
Isaac and Ellie had been through a lot, and did everything they could to find comfort enough to sleep that night. The Pokecenter had been great about shelling out rooms to those who had no safe place to stay overnight. Isaac released his four prized pokemon - Golduck, Pidgeot, Dragonair, and Machoke - who all sat around his room with him for the better part of the night… until he finally drifted into a restless sleep.
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Sep 6, 10 at 9:24am ^re: The Legend of Mantacore
Well, in my defense, I only really asked one of them to comment... the others I had just asked to give me some C&C, and they chose to comment :3
Also, thanks for the kind words Lauzi, I'm glad you're enjoying this
Sep 30, 10 at 12:58am ^re: The Legend of Mantacore
Bumping to apologetically admit that I've been shirking my duties, and will be getting the next chapter done in the next day or two. Sorry everybody, you've no idea how busy I've been D:
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