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Pokeumans: Tough Practice
"IN THE BLUE CORNER!!!" A Salandit making wild gestures shouted into an enormous, but dimly lit gym which was completely abandoned besides himself and his friends, an Elgyem and an Oricorio. They were respectively levitating and standing, about 40 feet between them, facing each other on a part of the gym which was marked by white lines on the ground as to look like a Pokémon battle field. Poké Ball in the center and everything, even though, as far as all three of them were concerned, those did not exist in real life.
"WE HAVE OUR NEWCOMER, JENNY! She is going to battle for the very first time, after effectively sleeping through battle class every single time!" The wannabe announcer pointed towards the Elgyem, who looked so very uncomfortable in her position, on the battlefield, with a belligerent-looking black-feathered Oricorio blocking the path to the safe zone that was her room where she liked to spend much time reading about her ancestors' mysterious past.
"I-I'm sure we'
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Pokeumans - A Lunch Break
A Lunch Break
I walked... no, levitated towards a large door which, judging by the large groups of Pokémon rushing in, led into the caféteria.
My first impression was... big. This room was downright massive.
A large, colorful room the size of a gymnasium, stretched out in front of me. Numerous counters spread along the walls which did not only offer various types of food but also had different heights, and so Pokémon of similar frames were queued up at the same counters.
In the center of the hall, several long rows of tables were distributed. Up front next to the entrance mostly small Pokémon like Budew, Wynaut and Spearow were seated whereas in the back the largest individuals that the base was probably barely able to accommodate had made themselves at home. Outmatching the loud chattering from all over the place I could not only hear, but see an Abomasnow laugh sonorously at the rearmost table. The living fir tree was downright shaking from laughter,
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Pokeumans: The Way of Stone - Chpt. 1 :icondfhsuaifjn:dfhsuaifjn 3 19
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Igelavar TF Story
Ein nicht allzu einfacher Lebenstraum
„Oh, verdammte Scheiße."
Sein Igelavar hatte einen Volltreffer gelandet.
„Fuck! Ich habe jetzt bestimmt acht Stunden an dieser Scheiße gesessen und jetzt ist es schrott!"
Die Worte waren kaum lauter als ein Flüstern, und doch war Adans Missmut in jenem Moment problemlos aus ihrem Klang herauszuhören. Er sprang von seinem Bett auf.
„Was ist denn los?" Diese Frage hatte er kommen sehen und hätte es am liebsten vermieden, sie zu hören. Er versuchte, sich zu beruhigen. Seine Schwester konnte nichts dafür.
„Ich hab fast dieses verdammte Kleinstein gekriegt. Ich hab jetzt doch schon ewig in der Dunkelhöhle nach einem Shiny gesucht, und dann kommt dieses goldene Viech und lässt sich mit nem Tackle killen! Und das finde ich echt scheiße." Das war nicht gelogen. Er hätte seinen DS am liebsten auf den Boden geschmissen, aber er war kein Idiot. Andere wären diesen Schritt vielleic
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Quilava TF Story
Not an easy Lifelong Dream
„Oh, shit."
His Quilava had landed a critical hit.
„Fuck! Till now I have been doing this shit and now it's dead!"
The words were hardly louder than a whisper, but you could hear Adan's discontent easily. He jumped up of his bed.
„What's the matter?" He had seen this question coming but hadn't wanted to hear it, so he tried to  calm down. It wasn't his sister's fault.
„I've been looking for a damn Shiny Pokémon for about eight hours! And then a golden Geodude appears and dies from a single Tackle! That SUCKS." That was certainly true. He wanted to throw his DS to the ground, but he was no idiot. Maybe other people would do this, but he could control himself. At least he thought so.
„Why, what have you done?" Ilona knew how to make her brother angry. She was 8 years old and her brother was 14, and as time went on she had become very good at estimating him.
„Dammit! It was a CRITICAL HIT! Now leave me alone!"
Some se
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Swimming Lessons--Pool Toy TF
Swimming Lessons—TF Story
“You want me to do, what?!” Monica shrieked.
“I already told you once, just get into the deeper half of the pool. You only have to go an inch, and we will gradually creep in that direction until you get used to the depth,” Tammy replied.
Monica gulped. She was completely afraid of the water, swimming and anything of the sort. She stared unwillingly into the bright blue color of the chlorinated pool, and grimaced at the bad memories it had brought back.
Monica stood at the top of the ladder of the water slide, shaking with fear and confidence. She knew that her parents were counting on her to conquer her fear of the seven-foot tall water slide and go down unharmed. She would make it down, and turn out to enjoy it after all. She imagined it, the splash of the pool against her near-naked body, the cool rush of the air that followed her in, and the bounce off the bottom to come back up to the surface with her mother and father both smiling
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Pokeumans: The Story of Cubone - Chapter 2
Before he could answer back, a voice over a loudspeaker boomed. "Turn of the engine and step away from the vehicle! I repeat, turn off the engine and step away from the vehicle."
His mother shut off the engine. With a slow, deliberate pace, she undid her seatbelt and he did the same. "Cass, I'm going to buy you some time."
"Wait, Mom, you can't..."
"Remember what I said. Repeat it to yourself if you need to. Once I get out, grab the bags and take to the trees beside the Interstate. Follow it as far as you can go, then hitchhike if possible. Understood?"
"No, Mom, you can't..."
She took his hand, and after one quick moment, she slid her hand off of his, leaving something metallic there. In a flash, his mother dove out of the car in full marowak form, hurling her bone club at the cop car. The driver's side window split into millions of spider-web cracks and the bone doubled back, smashing the police officer who had been driving. He was carrying a strange pistol that was most certainly NO
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A New Rival
“He said his daughter, May, is at Route 103. So, just a bit further…” I wiped sweat off my forehead. “Ugh, this Pokemon-trainer-thing is so much harder than they—Hey! Don’t touch that, Garret!”
The torchic stopped, its beak inches away from a bush, one that probably harbored more of those murderous fiends. It hopped away and stopped at my feet. Garret bowed its head in what I assumed to be great shame.
“No, no. Don’t worry. I’m not mad at you.” I screwed my face into what I hoped to be a warm smile. “It’s just that this whole Pokemon journey is kind of getting to me.”
Garret cocked its head. I sighed. Fine, maybe it was not ashamed at all. 
At a superficial level, Route 103, which lay just past Oldale town, looked rather idyllic. Sun was out, lots of trees and grass, and the Nincada cried out with their eerie, screeching sounds. Of course, I would’ve agreed… if I hadn’t actually h
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And crow. For it is all you will be known for.
Be forewarned, the quality of this piece of writing may not live up the stellar standards that the writer normally maintains. Furthermore, be aware that the writer has not posted anything he particularly cares about to this site before.
Chapter 1. Welcome to reality.
AS I was walking all alane
I heard twa corbies making a mane:
The tane unto the tither did say,
'Whar sall we gang and dine the day?'
'—In behint yon auld fail dyke
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I wot there lies a new-slain knight;
And naebody kens that he lies there
But his hawk, his hound, and his lady fair.
'His hound is to the hunting gane,
His hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame,
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His lady 's ta'en anither mate,
So we may mak our dinner sweet.
'Ye'll sit on his white hause-bane,
And I'll pike out his bonny blue e'en:
Wi' ae lock o' his gowden hair
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We'll theek our nest when it grows bare.
'Mony a one for him maks mane,
But nane sall ken whar he is gane:
O'er his white banes, when they are bare,
The
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And Crow. Two heads are better than one alone. Ch2
Chapter 2.
Be warned. The author is having entirely too much fun writing for this group. Warning; author enjoying himself too much ahead.
"Eleanor Rigby"
Sunday morning; Kyle’s house. Somewhere in the gulf coast of america.
I wake up.
I can tell almost instantly that I’m late to wake up.
There’s no ticking in the room, and I have no idea why I want there to be ticking in the room before I snap out of the half asleep state.
I reach to my bed side dresser for my watch. My hand brushes nothing, and I turn to look at the dresser in confusion. I am missing a copper pocket watch.
The lack of ticking in the air throws me off.
I hear my heart in the agonizing stillness. Deafeningly soft, it is. I snap to action and begin to search for the shining copper pattern in the filth on my bed. Books are knocked to the ground, pencils roll off into the great unknown reaches of carpet, a calculator narrowly avoids shattering by falling the lip of the bed… then my hand brushes aga
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And Crow. Secrets for all to hear. Part 1, ch 3
Be warned. The author is on a bit of a roll with this. Be careful, he may start to get utterly ridiculous.
"Twilight"
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Sunday Morning. Kyle’s house. Somewhere in the gulf coast of america.
I sit the journal back down on the bed and stare up at the ceiling.
I stare at the ceiling and think.
I think and wonder just what I read. Was it possible? I… don't remember writing any of it.
I can’t actually remember any of my dreams lately. It’s rather odd to think about, because I’ve always been one to dream vividly.  The room seems almost claustrophobic, as well, without my watch.
The watch was my uncle’s. He died of lung cancer a while back, and I had kept it for years and years, trying not to forget the times we had fun. He’d be the only one who would play with me, back when Dad was threatening to leave, and Mom just stayed home in her room and cried.
But now, all I had left was a tiny copper watch. And now, even that’s gone.
Or is it?
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"IN THE BLUE CORNER!!!" A Salandit making wild gestures shouted into an enormous, but dimly lit gym which was completely abandoned besides himself and his friends, an Elgyem and an Oricorio. They were respectively levitating and standing, about 40 feet between them, facing each other on a part of the gym which was marked by white lines on the ground as to look like a Pokémon battle field. Poké Ball in the center and everything, even though, as far as all three of them were concerned, those did not exist in real life.


"WE HAVE OUR NEWCOMER, JENNY! She is going to battle for the very first time, after effectively sleeping through battle class every single time!" The wannabe announcer pointed towards the Elgyem, who looked so very uncomfortable in her position, on the battlefield, with a belligerent-looking black-feathered Oricorio blocking the path to the safe zone that was her room where she liked to spend much time reading about her ancestors' mysterious past.


"I-I'm sure we'll wake everyone up-" "IN THE RED CORNER! Her challenger, the graceful, elegant, inspiring force of natur that is Malibu the Oricorio! The top student and co-teacher in dance class, she has also proven herself as a fighter not to be undere-"
"Shush, Robin!", Malibu hissed. Robin the Salandit stopped abruptly, his expression turning sour as his performance had been disrupted. "Yeeees, ma'am."


"Guys, do we really have to do this?", Jenny pleaded the two while restlessly swaying from side to side as though she was sitting on an invisible swing, broadcasting her feelings of doubt to them clearly, though probably by accident.


"Listen, Jenny. I will not hurt you. Besides, battles are good for your health! If you ever showed up to battle class, you could hear Mr. Baumstamm talk about this all the time. C'mon, let's give it a try, what do you say?", Malibu asked with a confident smile.


Jenny, ashamed because Malibu was right about her skipping battle lessons all the time, was unsure of how to respond. But when Malibu's and her gaze locked, she started to feel something new. A warmth began to slowly build up inside her. shoving aside her anxiety. It felt as though Malibu's very presence sparked electricity in the room, and though it had not become brighter or warmer, Jenny did not feel as cold anymore as before, when she was pretty much dragged into the battle class gym by her friends.
Now, she was ready to fight. She actually... wanted to fight? Yes, indeed she did.


"It seems like our newcomer's gaining some courage! Very well then, there's no holding back anymore! LET... THE BATTLE... BEGIN!!!" The Salandit roared as loudly and proudly as his small frame allowed him to – at a volume level much louder than was allowed at night so close to the students' rooms hallways – and with a final clap of his claws, declared the beginning of the battle.


Jenny began frantically looking around for something to grab using her telekinetic powers. Her eyes fell onto some rocks lying next to where Malibu had stood –  wait, where had she gone!?


FWHACK! Jenny felt a wing hit her hard on the head from behind, sending her tumbling forward towards the ground. She found herself dazed, skull aching, dust whirling around from the impact.


"Get up, Jenny!", she heard Malibu demand. And, like before, she suddenly felt inspired to stand her ground. Rising up slowly to her usual few feet above the ground, she brushed off some dirt and turned to Malibu, who was still standing in the position from where she had hit Jenny.


"I just used a Pound attack. You gave me several seconds to position myself perfectly for an attack from behind, where it's hard for you to keep up. So lesson number one: Study your surroundings before the beginning of the fight, and keep up with your opponent!"


„Okay, okay...“, Jenny muttered. I guess you do learn a lot in battle class, she added in her mind.


"Yeah, I did. Even Robin did, and he never listens to anyone." Robin nodded, as if he was agreeing to both statements, and Jenny facepalmed, realizing she had still not learned to control her thought broadcasting after two weeks.


"There is a lot more to battle class than just beating each other up. But for now, let us keep at it! There's one or two more lessons I wanna show you. Are you ready?"


Even though Malibu had just attacked her, Jenny did not feel hurt about it. Of course, her head hurt, but something about it felt... right. And she wanted to fight back. Malibu grinned at her, and she returned the favor.
"Yes, I'm ready."


"That's the spirit! Then let's waste no time..." The Oricorio's beak began to brighten up and grow, warning Jenny of an imminent strike. But she was too close! And Jenny knew, like from a slumbering instinct that had only just awoke, that she would only be able to compete using her psychic powers.
Malibu charged forward, and Jenny used all her brain power to propel herself up high into the air, away from her opponent, hoping to gain some time. Her lights flickered brightly and this time, she kept her eyes on her foe.


Malibu however had no intention to stay on the ground. She took flight and rapidly charged towards Jenny, who was hovering just below the ceiling. The bird came up to her at a startling speed, and Jenny, knowing of no way to counter the attack, swayed to the side as fast as she could; Malibu missed her by mere inches, almost slamming into the ceiling.


"Not bad!", Malibu shouted, flapping her wings to hover on eye-level with Jenny. "I see you're not afraid of heights. Use this to your advantage for three-dimensional mobility!"


Jenny nodded confidenty, realizing that Malibu was right – she felt somewhat indifferent to her high altitude. Maybe it had to do with her being off the ground all the time? Malibu, you're a great instructor, she thought, eliciting a bird smile from her opponent – which promptly turned into a wild gaze as she charged at Jenny, who once again found herself barely dodging the attack, though this time a wing grazed her shoulder! It hurt, and she wondered how painful a direct hit would be...


Malibu gave her no time to think about it as she turned around with a rapid u-turn, and Jenny dodged once more. And they repeated it over and over. The Oricorio did not seem to tire at all, but Jenny was becoming worn out, her mind and body drained of power. Seeing as she was running out of options, she began to feel panic dwell up, overwhelmed by her opponent's strength. I can't keep up with her!, she screamed internally, heart pounding fast inside her little body. Malibu aimed her speedy attack towards Jenny's chest, and she knew she did not have the power to dodge it this time. She had to come up with something! She had to use... something!! ANYTHING!!!


BWOOOOOOMM!! A flash of pink light suddenly shot out of Jenny's hands, and Malibu, who was flying too fast, had no chance of avoiding the attack. Her body received a direct hit and, basked in the pink ray which vanished as quickly as it had appeared, she plummeted to the ground, limp and and unmoving. Jenny's eyes widened. What did I just do?


"MAL!", Robin shouted, running towards where Malibu was going to land, and caught her with a dull "Oomph!" escaping his lungs. He looked up towards the Elgyem, who was still hovering close to the ceiling, though it now seemed as though she was standing still.


Jenny's vision turned blurry as she realized that her hands were warm, so warm even that it felt like they were burning. The lights they emitted that very moment were almost blinding, but they slowly lost their brightness, and she felt herself grow more and more numb at the same pace...
Before the last glimmer vanished, she succumbed to her exhaustion, dozens of feet above the ground, and she fell down, Robin unable to reach her in time as he was still holding on to Malibu's unconscious body. As Jenny met the ground, a loud "THUD!" was to be heard, accompanied by what sounded like the cracking of tiny bones.


"JEEEN!", Robin cried. This had gone so much worse than he and Malibu had planned. They just wanted to give Jenny a taste for battling, and now, both his friends lied next to him, one definitely seriously hurt – even audibly so. He was the one who had had the idea to sneak into the gym at night, where Jenny would not have had to be as shy as she usually was around lots of Pokéumans, so that she could just get some practice... it was his fault.


In that moment, the door burst wide open, and in stomped an Audino with a look so angry that Robin trembled, backing off a few steps.
"WHAT IS THIS COMMOTION SO LATE AT NIGHT!?", the bunny Pokémon bellowed, his deep and grim voice as unfitting to his appearance as his intimidating gaze.


"Marc, you're here!", Robin yelled with a mix between relief and utter terror in his shaking voice. "Help me get them to the hospital wing RIGHT NOW! Jenny got hurt really bad!"


"Jenny... wait, that Jenny? How in the world...", the Audino mumbled in disbelief, now much quieter than before.


"Yeah, this is a bad time to explain, I think she broke an arm or something, so be careful when you pick her up, Marc“, Robin said hastily, motioning him towards the blue Elgyem with his head. Marc understood and quickly moved over to Jenny to pick her up as gently as he could, and he noticed that her left arm was bent at a weird, unnatural angle.


"Whatever you guys did, you're in deep trouble", Marc muttered, sounding deeply concerned moreso than accusatory as they paced down the dark hallway towards the emergency room, labelled with a white plus on a glowing green sign. Inside, he laid Jenny onto a soft mattress and urged Robin to do the same with his cargo. He then proceeded to rifle through some drawers, finally pulling out a bandage roll and a tiny pair of scissors.


Robin eyed him curiously. "Why don't you just-" "Use Heal Pulse? Yeah, I can do that, and I definitely will, but its effect is merely auxiliary. The good, old, normal methods of tending to an injury are irreplaceable. And more trustworthy, too, if you ask me", the Audino stated plainly as he began to wrap the bandage around Jenny's arm while simultaneously pressing his paws lightly onto different parts of her body for a few seconds each. It looked like he was trying to get an accurate picture of her physical condition.


"Her body's been shaken up quite a bit", Marc announced like the nurse he was, in some way. "Though aside from the broken bones in her left arm, she is just really, really exhausted. Let me take a look at our other patient now."


"I think Mal's doing better than her", Robin suggested meekly. "I was able to catch her before she reached the gr-"
"Save the details for later, Robin", Marc intervened. "My matter is everybody's well-being. Everything else is up to administration. Alright?" Robin nodded silently, leaving his head hanging.


Marc began the same procedure with Malibu as he'd done with Jenny, running his paws over her body with gentle motions. After a few seconds, he declared: "She's been hit by a really strong attack, but I think she will get back up soon. If I am honest, I am kind of glad, because I love seeing her dance..." He shook his head. "Anyway, not much left for me to do. Let's get them to the hospital."


The first thing that Jenny realized when she woke up was a dull pain in her left arm. She slowly opened her eyes to find herself lying inside a comfortable, white bed below a white ceiling. Her arm was wrapped in some kind of thick bandage, even covering her hand, and as she tried to lift herself to an upright sitting position, she found herself too weak to do so. A heavy sigh escaped her as she lied there, collecting her thoughts.


"Jenny?", she heard a familiar voice from her right side. She tilted her head to see an Oricorio with recognizable black feathers weakly smile back at her from another bed.


"Malibu!!", Jenny exclaimed in excitement and tried to sit upright once more, though she felt a sharp pain in her chest right there, as she had likely strained her body too much. Defeated, she fell onto her back again, but still smiling.


"Hey, hey, now don't stress yourself too much", Malibu chuckled. "I think we've had... quite enough of that for now." She looked to the side, and Jenny noticed that she looked ashamed.


In a flash, the memories returned to her. Robin and Malibu had convinced her to some "secret training" in the gym, Malibu teaching her a lesson, then one blurry attack after another...

"You lied to me", Jenny decided to say. "I'm so sorry-", Malibu tried to respond, but Jenny interrupted her: "You said that you were not going to hurt me, but look where we've landed." Her friend seemed surprised at first, but then, her expression lightened up.
"Yeah, well you lied to me, too! You said that you were no fighter, that you would stand no chance. But look what you've got me into. A frickin' hospital bed." They shared a laugh, which hurt both of them, but it was worth it. To laugh after those events.


"So", Malibu began after they had settled down a little, "are you going to take up battle classes now? I'm not sure I got the lesson across right, but are you at least willing to give it a try?", she asked her friend.


Jenny responded with a strained, but happy smile: "Yeah, I will. But I think you'll understand if I wanna go easy for now."
Pokeumans: Tough Practice
I present to you: My second glimpse into the life of Jenny the Elgyem! I changed the reader's point of view to be third-person, which I find makes me find words so much more quickly and easy.

Also, this time, I began to write the story in English right away instead of German first, then translating. This has proven to be very effective when it comes to saving time as well as getting my point across exactly the way I intend it, because nothing gets lost in translation.

Another thing I worked on was to write a longer text. A Lunch Break only has 975 words, and it shows. Tough Practice has 2408, and honestly, I'm a little proud of myself :P

Please, let me know what you think! I really want your opinion, your thoughts on anything. Grammar, vocabulary, characters, plot, pacing, you name it.

Pokéumans belongs to pokémonmanic3595.
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A Lunch Break


I walked... no, levitated towards a large door which, judging by the large groups of Pokémon rushing in, led into the caféteria.

My first impression was... big. This room was downright massive.

A large, colorful room the size of a gymnasium, stretched out in front of me. Numerous counters spread along the walls which did not only offer various types of food but also had different heights, and so Pokémon of similar frames were queued up at the same counters.

In the center of the hall, several long rows of tables were distributed. Up front next to the entrance mostly small Pokémon like Budew, Wynaut and Spearow were seated whereas in the back the largest individuals that the base was probably barely able to accommodate had made themselves at home. Outmatching the loud chattering from all over the place I could not only hear, but see an Abomasnow laugh sonorously at the rearmost table. The living fir tree was downright shaking from laughter, coating the Pokémon around him in snow.

I would not have seen this if I wasn't levitating above the ground all the time, I thought. Quite convenient, actually.

„Same!“, I heard someone shout into my direction.

I looked at the table directly in front of me, where the question had come from. There were a Salandit and an Oricorio sitting in front of their trays, staring at me as if they were expecting something.

„Uhm, pardon me?“, I asked and switched my focus between the two, not sure who of them had talked to me or what they were on about.

The Salandit sat up slightly from his chair and opened its muzzle: „I also think some things about this life are enjoyable.“ His speaking was accompanied by a subtle lisp. He grinned beyond his natural Salandit grimace and took a nip out of his plastic cup.

„You're really late, if you queue up now, it'll probably take you until end of break!“, the Oricorio chimed in with a fast, but melodious voice, as if she was singing. „Would you wanna sit with us? I'm sure Robin will share with you.“ She pointed a wing towards the empty seat in front of them.

She seems really nice, I thought. And I don't know anyone else here yet.
„Of course!“, I responded happily and slowly sank onto the bench. Feels funny, touching the ground again...

The Salandit chuckled. „Looks funny, too, the way you float down. Did you ever just fall to the ground? Hahaha!“ He cackled and pushed his tray towards me. It was dominated by a mountain of fries in the middle with a cup of milk beside it. What a combination, and a wisecracker, too.

„Hey, I just like milk! I was raised like that!“, he remarked indignantly, but jokingly. I stared at him, puzzled.

The Oricorio stepped in. „You do realize that you're thinking aloud, right? I mean, we can hear your thoughts. That's why Robin spoke to you earlier.“ She slapped him gently on the back of his head.

What? My thoughts are being broadcasted!? How do I turn this off!? I felt like I was beginning to panic.

„Calm down“, the Salandit said with a waving motion. „You're not the first Psychic type who struggled in the beginning. See that guy in the white dress over there?“
He pointed a claw towards a Kirlia sitting a few meters away who was involved in a seemingly heated conversation with a Politoed.
„That's Dennis. When he first arrived at the base, he always giggled like a maniac when someone else around him started to laugh. But he's doing really well now. Students representative or something.“

„Oh... okay.“ Dennis, huh? And your name is... Robin. „My name is Jenny, by the way. And thank you for sharing!“ Not that easy without fingers, actually. First, I tried to stick some fries inbetween the beads on my hands but it didn't work. I am so hungry, I thought and sighed.

Suddenly, my hands started glowing and the next thing I felt was something long, greasy and salty in my mouth. Robin's eyes widened.

„Did you just do that!?“, he shouted, so loud that some Pokémon tilted their heads towards us. „That was awesome, Jenny!“

„What? Uh, I don't- no, I mean, that wasn't on purpose...“ I didn't feel like I had done anything. It was as if the fries had just made their way into my mouth by themselves. Can't we talk about something else? I had never had so much attention on me.

The Oricorio smiled – as far as she was able to with her beak -, as if she had heard me. „My name's Malibu, by the way. Well, it was Melanie before, but I never really liked that name, and since we change so much anyway...“ She made a chirp-like sound and laughed. It was infectuous, somehow inspiring, even! I couldn't help but start laughing, too. And so did Robin. Suddenly it felt really good to be sitting here.



We kept talking for a while. Malibu told me that her and Robin were roommates and they were actually only a few meters away from mine. She also explained to me that many of the base's facilities were structured with the varying heights of Pokémon in mind, like the counters in the caféteria. And we found out that we shared several classes. I was really looking forward to this!

When lunch break ended, our ways parted on the corridor. I couldn't wait to see the two again. But next on the schedule was... Psychic class? The secretary had called it Type-specific education or something like that. Actually, I wanted to spend as little time without my friends as possible now, but naturally a Salandit and a Baile style Oricorio had nothing to do there...



...What were their names again?
Pokeumans - A Lunch Break
Holy moly. How the time has passed! It's been six years since I started my first Pokéumans story. Two generations of Pokémon have passed since then! My life is vastly different now, but here I am, on a laptop once again, writing. :O


This started out as a small paragraph, the idea of a story without an ending nor a beginning, and it has turned into a little exercise. Writing is as time-consuming as I remember it, and translating it into English thereafter even moreso! :D


Pokéumans obviously belongs to this guy right here.


The protagonist of this tiny little excerpt is this girl right here.

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Pokeumans - Jenny the Elgyem
This is Jennifer, a 15 year old shiny Elgyem transformee. She is very lighthearted and kind, but also fairly naïve, so it has happened more than once before as well as after her transformation that she is taken advantage of by less kind-spirited fellows! Disbelief 

Ever since her body changed, Jenny has had problems sorting her memory. It might very well happen that if she asks you a question and you give her an answer, soon after she might ask you the very same question as if the minute before had not happened!

Or she might tell a story of her childhood, only for one of her listeners to remark that the very same thing had happened to them once. She does not always know when she's envisioning something from her own past or something she has read from other people's minds! Life as a Psychic type can be hard. :o (Eek) 

So, if she ever comes up to you and says something irritating or repeats herself, please be kind. She's kinda embarrassed about it, too! Sweating a little... 

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The idea for this character stems from a dream I had back in 2011 or 2012, when the group and my history with it were still young. I had just finished reading Rescue Nr. 301 (a fantastic story!) and my mind was occupied with processing everything I had read.
So the following night I had a dream which featured me approximately the size of a Cubone inside a Pokéumans base which closely resembled what typical American public schools look like, except in half of the building there was no electricity. There, in a lighted up part of the hallway, I saw Amy the Jigglypuff and a shiny Elgyem whom I didn't know sitting on a bench and talking. When I approached them, the Elgyem waved to me welcomingly, and then I woke up.

So I named her Jenny and ever since I've had that dream I wanted to make her into an actual character. This is what I've got so far, and I want to build more stuff around her. Background, setting, etc. La la la la 

Furthermore, this is a rather large drawing for my standards. The head is a little messed up at the concave parts, but overall I think I got the proportions right. Hooray for soft pencils! :happybounce: 
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Meet Malibu!
My verdict on Pokémon Moon is that it's one of the top Pokémon games to date and as such is keeping me busy long after I have finished its really entertaining main story.

Currently I am focused on SOS shiny hunting - I prefer it much over Dexnav hunting because instead of forcing me to constantly carefully move the d-pad SOS hunting requires a more patient and strategic approach (Smeargle with Aqua Ring and Leftovers for the win!).

So what you're seeing here is my first success with SOS hunting, Malibu the Oricorio! I love the coloring and movement of the fire form so I'm keeping her this way. She also has perfect Defense, HP, Sp. Def and Sp. Atk! Yay!

Up next, Salandit is on my list.
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Pokeumans - Robin the Salandit
Robin the Salandit is Pokéuman number two in my new bunch of Pokéuman characters that are just there in brain-space, to be put into a proper setting and story someday sometime.
So I am a huge fan of Salandit - who isn't, though? - and of course I had to make a Pokéuman that turned into one. La la la la 

This one is actually a guy, Robin, 16 years old, and he played a lot of Pokémon in his life. As such, he also knows that he will never get to become a fabulous Salazzle, but since he lived alone with his uncaring, perma-drunk father, he doesn't feel so bad about his current situation. (Really. Most Pokéumans he gets to meet miss home worse than he does.)

You might think he's plotting something, but really, he's just contemplating what to drink during lunch break. Salandit eyes are always like that! :o (Eek) 

(He's thinking about milk. He likes milk a lot. Wink/Razz )
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I'm finally in possession of my own laptop again, gifted to me by my older brother. That means I no longer rely on my other brother's mercy, whose PC I've been using for the past half year, in terms of availability online. So you can expect me to show up on DA a lot more now!
(Now, to relearn who's who on deviantART and Skype... xD)
  • Listening to: Gorillaz, twenty one pilots
  • Reading: Very little
  • Watching: FMAB again soon
  • Playing: League of Legends, Guild Wars 2
  • Eating: A lot
  • Drinking: Water (deeelicious)

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