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Old 03-18-2017, 09:23 PM   #284
Missingno. Master
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Missingno. Master:

Kit looks up at you with wide, watery eyes. "Gem-... wants to meet me?" He asked, quiet and hoarse, and for the first time, it becomes apparent that he's familiar with the other young man. He glances at the old woman, and then grabs your wrist and hoists himself to his feet -- using you as leverage to do so -- and with a sudden feverishness, bolts out the door, yanking you behind him despite your plans to lead the way. He's moving at such a sprint that your Pokémon struggle to hold on as you careen down the hill, kicking up dirt from the path as you go. You hear the old woman scream as you flee, the sound echoing and unearthly; it's such an unnatural sound that you dare not look back.

When you hit the foot of the hill, Kit trips, and rolls several times, but he's jacked full of adrenaline and hits his feet still sprinting, though he no longer has hold on you. The two of you -- and your Pokémon -- tear through the field, and with every step the well in the distance morphs from a speck to an increasingly distinct and visible structure. Gem's bright red cap is the first thing you see of him, before his silhouette comes into full view. Having been staring idly into the well, he's alerted by the sounds of your footfalls, and turns just in time for Kit to slam, with full force, into his chest. They almost go tumbling into the well, but Gem's quick reflexes land them on the grass instead. As you catch up, you find that Kit is actually hugging Gem around the neck, a look of pure relief on his face.

"I thought you'd left me," he gasps. Then he pauses a beat, and scowls. "...I thought you'd left me!"

There's a thwack as he slaps Gem, smooth across the face, and by the sounds of it it must have hurt, but Gem just laughs. Despite the violence, there's a moment of genuine joy in the field, both young men laughing, but of course it can't last.

The wind kicks up, ominous and far too cold for the season, and you realize it's coming from the house behind you. Turning, you find the old woman descending the walkway at a slow but very determined pace, her robes billowing like smoke. No, not like smoke -- it is smoke! She seems to be melting into the wind, in dark shakes of gold and olive green, mouth open in a perpetual scream. By the time she reaches the edge of the field, she no longer appears to be human; rather, she is little more than an ethereal, vaguely humanoid cloud of smoke. In fact, you've seen the shape before, but you take your Pokédex anyway, just to be certain.

You don't know Kit nor Gem particularly well, but you have the sneaking suspicion that her role in their life is a touch ironic, considering the Pokédex entry. However, this is not the time to consider the nuances of the modern family, as the ghostly Pokémon is advancing quickly, and she does not look pleased. Albus is very young, and Meowth may not be the best suited to help you deal with this problem. What will you do?
Keith was somewhat surprised, for Kit seemed to know exactly who Keith had been talking about. In particular, he called Gem by name, and Keith did not recall having told Kit what Gem's name was. Before Keith could respond, Kit had already used him as leverage to climb to his feet, and yanked him out the door. Keith had planned to lead the way, but now the way was getting led for him. He kept up pretty well with Kit despite how surprised he was by the reaction. Meowth and Albus hung onto Keith as if for dear life.

At the bottom of the hill, Kit tripped, lost his grip on Keith, and just kept going, more full of adrenaline and energy than a wild Vigoroth. Keith looked on as Gem and Kit hugged, each clearly relieved to see the other again. It was a pretty heartwarming sight that brought a smile to Keith's face... a smile that soon faded as an unnaturally chilly wind whipped up. Keith turned, looked back at the farmhouse- the old woman was descending the hill determinedly. The wind was making her robes billowing in a smokelike fashion... or was it? Keith did a double-take- the robes were smoke! Her human form was melting away before their eyes. Without even looking, Keith could tell that Meowth was terrified- he could feel the Normal-type clinging to his arm for dear life and shaking in terror. Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, Keith pointed his Koffing-purple Pokédex at the scary smoky specter.

"Mismagius, the Magical Pokémon, and the evolved form of Misdreavus," said Keith's Pokédex. "Mismagius have been known to cast spells to make people fall in love, so some people search for this Pokémon as if their life depended on it."

"Gah..." Keith murmured. He had a feeling that Gem and Kit were more inclined to flee from this Mismagius as if their lives depended on it. Likely because their lives might actually depend on it. But right now, he only had one thought in mind- battling this Mismagius, who so clearly did not intend anything good for either Gem or Kit. And by this point, he knew better than to ask Meowth to go into the battle, even if he did have moves like Shadow Claw to work with. His hand skimmed over the balls on his belt, seeking out something better suited for fighting this Mismagius than a Meowth or-

"Weedle! Weedle Weedle!"

"Wh-" Keith began, before realizing that Albus no longer occupied his left shoulder. The young Weedle had hopped down and started crawling forward. Keith's mouth fell open- did Albus really intend to make this his first battle? "Albus!" he exclaimed. "What are you doing?"

"Weedle Weedle Weedle! Weedle Weedle, Weedle Weedle!" Albus responded. He sounded fired up and ready for action.

"He's s-sayin' he's r-ready ta f-fight," Meowth translated, still shaking with fear. "He knows he d-don't know as many moves as h-his p-parents, b-but he still tinks he c-can take her on."

Keith was stunned. He knew Albus took after his mother by quite a bit- loves books and learning, highly inquisitive- but for the first time, it really and truly sank in that Albus was Scorpius's son as well as Hermione's. He knew Albus had been training with his parents quite a bit, but even still, the young Weedle had never been in a battle before, let alone against such a frightening foe... "...Are you sure you're ready, Al?" Keith asked.

"Weedle," nodded Albus, a look of fiery determination in his eyes that really did remind Keith of his battle-loving Drapion. This brought the slightest of smiles to Keith's face, and as the Weedle looked back at him, seeking his approval, Keith gave said approval in the form of a single nod. Maybe Albus was ready, maybe he wasn't. Right now, what mattered was that Albus felt ready, and Keith had to have faith in his Pokémon's abilities.

"Then let's do this!" Keith exclaimed. "Go, Albus! Trap her in an Electroweb attack, then go for a Poison Sting, and tie her up with String Shot!"

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