Post by DawnAngel on Feb 13, 2011 18:22:07 GMT
It was not his fault. That Lysander was adamant about. The fact that people of all ages were spreading throughout the town and local area looking for an orange fire-breathing lizard was not at all his fault. He was certain it had nothing to do with him. That was why the five foot six pokemorph was currently hiding behind a tree, because it was absolutely not his fault nor had anything do to with him.
Yeah right it's my fault...maybe it was me that they saw, but how was I to know that a bunch of annoying trainers were going to spot me?! He thought angrily to himself, looking cautiously round the thick tree trunk to see if it was safe to come out of hiding; he didn't really fancy having trainers trying to catch him. Again. All I was doing was having lunch! Stupid stupid spearow! Trying to steal my lunch! It's their fault! His angry thoughts took him back to a mere two hours before, at noon.
Lysander smiled softly in satisfaction, lying back onto the soft green grass, his hands going behind his head. A week before, he had overheard a couple of girls talking about going to Ebony labs to receive pokemon and become trainers. He had been bored and frustrated, and so that information had led him to his current position, relaxing in the empty park, not far from his destination. Beside him on the grass was his last sandwich and another couple of items of food, leftover from his just devoured lunch, which he was planning to snack on later. It seemed so peaceful, peaceful enough to close his eyes in the sun.
Squawking rudely roused him from his pleasent nap. In a second he was on his feet, angrily waving his hands at a couple of birds, one of which had his sandwich in it's beak. "Hey! Give back my lunch, birdbrain!" Lysander shouted, his anger fueld by the charmeleon within him.
The spearow just flew away to a safe distance as he ran at them, just tanunting him, squawking at him. They soon revealed that they too had anger problems just like Lysander and turned to attacking him, accompanied by two of their friends who had turned up.
Infuriated, the charmeleon inside Lysander decided to take charge, and his body had changed. It had been enough before to scare off a pidgey, but it became apparent that these spearow were too angry to care about the angry orange lizard that was now in front of them. Using ember and scratch, a game of attack/dodge ensured, with Lysander trying to attack and then dodging when he was attacked with peck.
It went on for some time, but eventually the spearow heard a call from a nearby flock who had found another victim, and they flew off to join in with the bullying that could be more fun. The charmeleon DNA felt victorious, that he was the reason they left, and looked around, searching for his almost forgotten sandwhich. Spotting it close to his bag, he started to head towards it, hungry and tired after the massive exertion of energy, only to watch in anger and despair as a rattatta got there first and ran off with his sandwich.
Anger took over, burying the tiredness felt, and Lysander was about to give chase when he heard a cry from somewhere nearby.
"Hey! I see a charmeleon!"
"Don't be silly, there's none around here, Alex."
"No, seriously!"
Although no genius, Lysander was quick to figure out it was him who they were talking about. Though the cries getting louder, a pokeball being thrown and an attack from a rattatta did help. Grabbing his small bag, he ran, not wishing to be hit by a pokeball.
At one point, the charmeleon instinct kicked in and he turned to face his attackers, batting away a pokeball with his paw and firing ember at the annoying rattatta, but soon human instinct returned and he turned to run again.
Lysander frowned as he thought of that game of chase. It had been no fun at all to be chased by several trainers, their pokemon and pokeballs. Still, it's not my fault those spearow tried to take my lunch. All I wanted was to get to Ebony labs.
Seeing that the way was clear, the charmeleon pokemorph ran a hand through his auburn mohawk to check it was covering his horn properly before stepping out from behind the tree. He walked quickly, hands in pockets and gaze away from other trainers, trying to not attract unwanted attention. Luckily his tail was deciding to behave itself.
There was a near miss along the way to the labs when asked by a pretty girl if he had seen a charmeleon, but she seemed to believe him when he answered with a quick 'no', then pointing out Ebony labs to him, just staring at a small flame that was just above the waistline of his jeans as he walked away.
That went better then I expected... Lysander thought as he stepped into the labs, hands still in pockets, and looked around curiously.
"Hello? Anybody here?" he called out, having not seen anybody in sight
Yeah right it's my fault...maybe it was me that they saw, but how was I to know that a bunch of annoying trainers were going to spot me?! He thought angrily to himself, looking cautiously round the thick tree trunk to see if it was safe to come out of hiding; he didn't really fancy having trainers trying to catch him. Again. All I was doing was having lunch! Stupid stupid spearow! Trying to steal my lunch! It's their fault! His angry thoughts took him back to a mere two hours before, at noon.
Lysander smiled softly in satisfaction, lying back onto the soft green grass, his hands going behind his head. A week before, he had overheard a couple of girls talking about going to Ebony labs to receive pokemon and become trainers. He had been bored and frustrated, and so that information had led him to his current position, relaxing in the empty park, not far from his destination. Beside him on the grass was his last sandwich and another couple of items of food, leftover from his just devoured lunch, which he was planning to snack on later. It seemed so peaceful, peaceful enough to close his eyes in the sun.
Squawking rudely roused him from his pleasent nap. In a second he was on his feet, angrily waving his hands at a couple of birds, one of which had his sandwich in it's beak. "Hey! Give back my lunch, birdbrain!" Lysander shouted, his anger fueld by the charmeleon within him.
The spearow just flew away to a safe distance as he ran at them, just tanunting him, squawking at him. They soon revealed that they too had anger problems just like Lysander and turned to attacking him, accompanied by two of their friends who had turned up.
Infuriated, the charmeleon inside Lysander decided to take charge, and his body had changed. It had been enough before to scare off a pidgey, but it became apparent that these spearow were too angry to care about the angry orange lizard that was now in front of them. Using ember and scratch, a game of attack/dodge ensured, with Lysander trying to attack and then dodging when he was attacked with peck.
It went on for some time, but eventually the spearow heard a call from a nearby flock who had found another victim, and they flew off to join in with the bullying that could be more fun. The charmeleon DNA felt victorious, that he was the reason they left, and looked around, searching for his almost forgotten sandwhich. Spotting it close to his bag, he started to head towards it, hungry and tired after the massive exertion of energy, only to watch in anger and despair as a rattatta got there first and ran off with his sandwich.
Anger took over, burying the tiredness felt, and Lysander was about to give chase when he heard a cry from somewhere nearby.
"Hey! I see a charmeleon!"
"Don't be silly, there's none around here, Alex."
"No, seriously!"
Although no genius, Lysander was quick to figure out it was him who they were talking about. Though the cries getting louder, a pokeball being thrown and an attack from a rattatta did help. Grabbing his small bag, he ran, not wishing to be hit by a pokeball.
At one point, the charmeleon instinct kicked in and he turned to face his attackers, batting away a pokeball with his paw and firing ember at the annoying rattatta, but soon human instinct returned and he turned to run again.
Lysander frowned as he thought of that game of chase. It had been no fun at all to be chased by several trainers, their pokemon and pokeballs. Still, it's not my fault those spearow tried to take my lunch. All I wanted was to get to Ebony labs.
Seeing that the way was clear, the charmeleon pokemorph ran a hand through his auburn mohawk to check it was covering his horn properly before stepping out from behind the tree. He walked quickly, hands in pockets and gaze away from other trainers, trying to not attract unwanted attention. Luckily his tail was deciding to behave itself.
There was a near miss along the way to the labs when asked by a pretty girl if he had seen a charmeleon, but she seemed to believe him when he answered with a quick 'no', then pointing out Ebony labs to him, just staring at a small flame that was just above the waistline of his jeans as he walked away.
That went better then I expected... Lysander thought as he stepped into the labs, hands still in pockets, and looked around curiously.
"Hello? Anybody here?" he called out, having not seen anybody in sight
