while a fourth part was rejoicing because he didn't have to have a pink pokemon on his team. Hilbert saw a flash of gold, and turned to look in bafflement as there was a non-pink Munna sniffing a used candy wrapper, before licking the bits of chocolate left inside.Ī part of him winced at the thought of someone throwing away their trash when there was a trash can not that far away, a second part wondered what other colors Munna can come in besides gold and pink, another part of him wondered if that small piece of trash really mattered when there was chunks of a large building scattered around the clearing. Maybe he would take Masa to an experienced trainer or a specialist for advice as to help ease Masa's clingy natur. Masa was quick to befriend considering they have been together for almost a week now, but the Oshawott seemed jealous of the attention the newly received Pansear got.Īnd Hilbert only had the monkey for fifteen minutes at most. Masa was alert in case they encountered any other pokemon, as the growing body count of Patrats and Purrloins can attest to. While the pokemon the boy was searching for was pastel pink, it was also the only psychic pokemon he would realistically have a chance of capturing this early into his journey. Hilbert kept his eyes unfocused, his ears open to the grass around him, hoping for a sign of an elusive Munna. Of course, since the kid with a signature pokeball hat, blue coat and black pants was a trainer and I basically exhausted myself by doing a 'One Minute Mile', it was a foregone conclusion that I ended up captured. My tunnel-vision grew blind after the first minute of flight, so I bounced off of a particular boy with an Oshawott exploring the ruins of some kind of facility. Nor did I realize that I flew straight through a town after passing by a rather recognizable teen with green hair and a black fox. In my panic, I did not realize the bird stopped following me after ten yards.
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I left the area, forgetting that I did not know how to consciously fly, at full speed with limiters unlocked due to proximity to death's door to avoid digestion. So I did the prudent thing, I fled for my life, knowing that staying here is a bad idea. I turned to my left, where I saw a white and gray bird three times taller than me that was looking at me hungrily. My oncoming panic attack got cut short as I heard a rumble that sounded suspiciously like the cooing of a dove. replaced with psuedo-peds, or whatever the name for the combination of hand-and-foot I now have at the ends of my arms and legs. and yellow?' I then felt panic wash over me in a tsunami as I realized that my hands were gone. I looked at myself and grew even more bemused, ' Why am I fluffy. I was also wondering why I was in a veritable jungle with weird looking bark-less trees towering over me when I was at home catching up on a story that updated. I blinked my eyes, confused as to why it was suddenly day light seeing as the sun had set a few subjective hours ago. Now, 'Time for a trip.' " Hoopa paused, "That phrase is terrible, not doing that one again."
'Open the Box.' " This time Hoopa's ring-portal flashed orange instead of blue, unnoticed by the pokemon. "Funny, but inappropriate for what I want." "Feel the Thunda-hahahah!" Hoopa laughed before it could complete the saying. ".But I am not the one actually moving through the portal." "Door Me!" Again a bracelet flew away from Hoopa's body to become a portal and worked momentarily before doing everything in reverse.
"Not as bad, but I can come up with better. "Time to move," Hoopa said with a grin as the bracelet from Hoopa's other arm flew into position, expanded and flashed with power before returning to Hoopa's disembodied arm. The portal activated for a brief moment, shining blue-white then returned to its original state, "No, that was just bad." It's a snap!" Hoopa snapped its fingers to command one of its bracelets to turn into a portal.
Hoopa, the dimensional genie pokemon, had a bright idea, "I will make a catch-phrase for when I use my portals!" Hoopa thought some more, "Okay, maybe several phrases, saying the same thing over and over again would get boring fast."