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The Electric Slide (Story from AO3) by ToukoTai

Chapter 1:

“A question Spark.”

“Hm?” Spark peered up at Blanche from the egg he was currently polishing with a soft cloth.

“Have you ever, actually caught a wild pokemon?”

“What?” Spark nearly dropped the egg. “Of course I’ve caught a wild pokemon! What trainer hasn’t?” He started laughing in such a nervous way that Blanche had to squint suspiciously at him. “What kind of trainer would I-why would you think that?”

“Every pokemon you’ve ever shown me has been one you hatched yourself. And the parents are pokemon we’ve supplied.” Blanche pointed out, watching as Spark scratched the back of his head, his eyes looking anywhere but at Blanche. “I was wondering if you’d ever caught one yourself.”

“What’s going on in here?” Candela poked her head into the room.

“I was asking Spark if he’d ever caught a wild pokemon.” Candela laughed.

“Well of course he has.” She stopped suddenly and turned to Spark. “Haven’t you?” Sparks’ face was the picture of betrayal. “It’s just, I’ve never seen one you caught before.”

“I’ll have you know,” Spark began with wounded dignity. “One time I caught a fearow.” Both Blanche and Candela stared at him in silence until he broke down. “Okay, I thought it was a fearow, at the time.”

“Was it a spearow?” Candela teased, the reaction was not what the two expected.

“OhlookatthetimeIhavetogobye!” Spark gently snatched up the egg and booked it.

“Professor, you get all the wild pokemon we send you, correct?” Willow didn’t even bother looking up from the pidgey in his heavily gloved hands.

“I don’t even need to dignify that with an answer.” He said, extracting his finger from the pidgey’s beak.

“Has Spark ever sent you any wild caught pokemon?”

“No, he’s a breeder.” Willow looked up from his work briefly to eye the two team leaders lounging around his work station. “You both know that.” Blanche leaned against the desk.

“Yes, we do. When I asked him if he’d ever caught a pokemon he was…” Blanche stopped, trying to find the right wording. “Elusive?” That didn’t quite describe the interesting encounter, but it was the best Blanche could do.

“Wait.” Professor Willow paused, fully looking at the two team leaders, in his hands the pidgey struggled on. “You asked Spark about the first pokemon he caught?”

“No. I merely asked him if he’d ever caught a pokemon.”

“He’s only caught the one.” Blanche didn’t like the dawning look of glee in Willow’s eyes.

“He said it was a fearow.” Candela filled in. Both jumped when Willow burst out in barking laughter.

“Did he not catch a pokemon then?” Willow managed to get himself under control, shaking his head.

“Oh no, he certainly caught a wild pokemon alright.” Professor Willow said. “It just wasn’t a fearow.” Willow had a brief flash of the first time he’d met Spark. As a small boy wandering out on a route, calling for his fearow and when that fearow showed up, the only thing Willow had been able to say was That’s not a fearow.

“But he said he’d caught a fearow.” Candela pulled Willow back out of his thoughts. Something wasn’t adding up to her. Spark didn’t lie, it was practically unheard of.

“No,” Blanche corrected absently. “What he said was he thought it was a fearow. At the time.” Willow’s shoulder shook, though he deftly clamped a tracker on the squawking pidgey’s leg.

“Let me put it to you this way, when it came to Sparks’ first wild pokemon, his instincts were dead wrong.” Which didn’t seem completely possible, Sparks’ intuition was never wrong.

“It wasn’t a fearow, was it?” Willow’s snort was filled with entirely too much humor.

“The only thing a fearow and the pokemon Sparks caught have in common is being vaguely bird shaped.”

“A Pidegotto?” Candela tried, Willow only grinned at them. “A pidgeot?” He looked extremely amused. Almost too amused.

“You should ask him. Directly.” Willow turned back to the pidgey, settling it back into its temporary cage. “I’m sure with the right prodding he’d introduce you.”

“He still has the pokemon?”

“Of course,” Willow snickered to himself, already pulling a Rattata out of its enclosure. “That kind of pokemon, is the kind that stays.”

Blanche didn’t quite understand what Willow meant by that until a small cadre of rockets got the drop on them two weeks later.

And Spark only had one battling pokemon on hand.

The majesty of a legendary pokemon is a little lost when there’s a shouting match going on right behind you though.

“You mistook zapdos for a fearow?” Candela snagged Spark’s ear in a tight grip, yanking him closer to perfect berating range.

“I was five at the time!” Spark yelled back, as if that made a difference, eyes squinting from the pain.

“A zapdos for a fearow?” Was repeated louder and with more force.

“The feathers looked the same!” Blanche studied zapdos as it flipped through the air, dive-bombing its opponent. Nope, couldn’t see any sign of a fearow there.

“They look nothing alike!” Candela shrieked, Blanche mutely nodded.

“I was five! I’d never seen a fearow before! Or zapdos!”

Yes, Blanche thought, watching as a bright yellow legend dove out of a thundercloud scattering rockets like leaves, arcs of lightning playing around its claws, zapdos is the kind of pokemon that stays.

Chapter 2:

One sunny afternoon, several years in the past, a young boy headed out of Celadon city, finally free from his guardians’’ watchful eyes. He stumbled over a few rocks, fought with a rather clingy bush and fell out of the underbrush into a wide open meadow with a derelict rotting rusty metal building at the other end.

Dusting himself off, the boy set out across the meadow in a straight path, that slightly zigged and zagged to avoid the wild pokemon in the area, to his destination: the falling apart building.

The old power plant.

He’d heard the talk in the town, the power plant was the place to go for electric pokemon. And the boy was quite enamored with the idea of catching a pikachu. Pokemon were supposed to make the best friends and the little boy was rather short of those. Moving around Kanto as his family did, did not leave time for long term friends.

But a pikachu would move with him.

So he’d decided to catch himself a pikachu. He already had a name picked out for it and everything. Zappy! (The hands down greatest name for a pikachu, in Spark’s humble opinion.)

And the best place to catch a pikachu would be the old powerplant. Spark had scrounged and saved and bought himself a greatball. There was no way he was walking away from the powerplant without a pikachu.

Getting into the building proved to be the most difficult part of the journey. The main entrance doors were chained closed, but a window on the side was missing a pane of glass just big enough for him to wriggle through.

He didn’t quite stick the dismount though, luckily a pile of empty cardboard boxes broke his fall.

Spark battled his way out of the pile, kicking at one determined box, until it flew off his foot and slid across the ground. Stopping right in front of a wild pikachu.

Spark froze and then slowly reached into his pocket, pulling out the greatball.

The pikachu froze, stared at him, sniffed the air and just as Spark was winding up to throw, bolted.

“Hey wait!” He shouted, stuffing the greatball back in shorts’ pocket. “Come back! I wanna catch you!” He took off after the pikachu, following the bobbing yellow tail deeper and deeper into the powerplant.

They went through several hallways, into and out of office spaces, until finally Spark tripped on the threshold of a room and bit the dust face first. The pikachu disappeared into the gloom.

“Ow, ow, ow.” Spark sat up, there was a long fresh cut on his leg, blood slowly welled up as did tears of pain. He sniffed loudly, trying not to bawl. He wasn’t a crybaby, despite what the children at his new school said!

To distract himself from the pain and blood, he looked around the new room he was in. It was dark and filled with broken computer equipment. Located in the darkest corner of the room was a huge nest made out of cables, light fixtures and old desk chair cushions.

And in the nest was the largest pokemon Spark had ever seen. It had bright feathers, a long sharp looking beak and the angriest eyes ever.

“Woooow!” Spark gasped, as the pokemon loomed out of its nest. In the darkness and gloom of the abandoned powerplant, it glowed. “You’re the biggest fearow I’ve ever seen!” (technically, the only fearow Spark had ever seen.)The fearow seemed taken aback at that and its angry countenance vanished into confusion and curiosity. Spark paid that no mind.

“Did you see a pikachu come here?” He asked innocently. The fearow hopped closer to him, large head tilting from side to side as it studied him. “I was trying to catch him but he was too fast for me.” The fearow crouched lower, settling itself more on Spark’s height, angry black eyes staring at him unblinking.

Spark wasn’t the least bit frightened. Pokemon were friends afterall! All the tv shows said so. He absently reached out a hand and steadied himself against the long beak as he stood up. Wobbling a little when he finally got his feet.

“I really want an electric type, they’re supposed to be…um…en-er-ge-tic.” Spark carefully sounded the longer word out. “Like me! If I got one, it would be my friend and we’d have all sorts of adventures!” Spark looked around the dark room, but aside from the fearow and the fearow’s nest, there wasn’t any pikachu or any other pokemon around. He drooped, hand sliding off the beak of the fearow.

“But I was too slow and I couldn’t catch him and now I’m gonna be late for dinner and I got hurt and I’m gonna be in so much trouble.” Once he’d gotten started Spark found he couldn’t stop and now he really was crying. The fearow leaned toward him, sharp beak brushing through his hair in regular strokes, occasionally tugging a strand or two this way or that.

It was calming, eventually Spark cried himself out. The fearow was now right next to him, tired and exhausted, Spark leaned against the yellow feathered chest of the larger pokemon.

“I wanna go home.” Spark mumbled. The fearow shudder all over and Spark stumbled back from the movement. With the extra space it now had, it bent down, presenting its wide back. Spark patted its side, delicately grabbing hold of a few feathers.

“You gonna take me home?” The fearow nodded once. “‘Kay.” He heaved himself up onto the pokemon’s back, clutching the feathers tightly in his fingers. Once he was securely in place, the fearow stood up to its full height and began to move. It stalked out of the room and down a short hallway, until it came to an open office area, with a large part of the ceiling crumbled away.

Spark squinted against the sudden light from the setting sun.

He felt the fearow bunch underneath him, muscles coiling, legs crouching down, the wings rustling loosely at its sides. Without even making a sound the fearow shot into the air.

Well, the fearow didn’t make a sound, Spark was busy happily screaming as powerful wing beats carried them higher and higher into the early evening sky. The sun turning the clouds fiery red and cotton candy pink as it set behind the mountain range. The first bright stars were already appearing like little pin pricks in the darker blue sky.

Okay, so fearow wasn’t a pikachu, Spark reflected on the ride back to Celadon, the wind rushing past his ears and making a worse mess of his hair. But fearow was so much cooler! Pikachu couldn’t fly, pikachu wouldn’t be able to carry him on its back like Fearow was, not even raichu would be able to do this.

Spark peeked over fearow’s side, below them the world looked like one of his playmats, the one he played with the little racecars on. Everything was so small.

“There!” He flung out his arm to point. “That house with the blue roof!” Fearow flapped, gaining altitude and then banked gracefully. Spark let out a shout of delight as Fearow began a circling descent, finally landing with a minimal bump in the grass behind Spark’s house.

Spark slid off the fearow back not nearly as gracefully, losing his balance halfway through to fall on his back on the grass. Fearow peered over him, a mildly concerned croon coming from its throat. Spark jumped to his feet and brushed his pants off.

“I’m okay!” He held up both of his hands to show how un-scraped and okay he was. Fearow seemed satisfied, rocking back on its talons and ruffling its wings. It didn’t seem to be in any hurry to leave. In his pocket, the empty greatball tugged on his attention, he fished it out and held it in his hands.

Well, maybe. If he asked, nicely of course. Fearow was so much more awesome then a pikachu.

“Thank you,” Spark told the fearow. Now that he was in his own backyard, everything was going to be okay. He knew that. “Do you, would you like to be my pokemon?” He asked in a sudden rush, holding the greatball out.

Silence. A pidgey chirruped in the woods.

Finally, the fearow leaned down, and tapped the greatball with its beak. In a flash of red light it vanished into the greatball. Spark almost fell from the lack of a body to lean against. He watched the greatball with wide eyes. It shook three times and stopped, the light on the front clicked off. With shaking hands, Spark carefully picked the greatball up, it felt warm to the touch, easily dwarfing his small hands.

He pressed the button and the fearow was back, fluffing out its wings and looking pleased with itself.

“We are gonna have so much fun.” Spark told it seriously.

The fearow cackled.

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fireflamedrago · 5 years

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Roleplay Ideas

Hey! It’s Drago, been poking around tumblr and wanting to add to some group roleplay ideas cause I’m mostly seeing muse a and b, instead of group options, so I’m hoping this could help.

Long Term

1. Drama in Drama

Who doesn’t love Theatre? Well, a group of kids join the drama club. What kind of play are they putting on? None other than the classic Cinderella. But when romance blooms, sabotage ensues, and drama unfolds, will this play ever make it on time?

Genre: Slice of life, drama

Numbers: 7-15

Roles:

Director/Teacher

Assistant (optional)

Lead roles

- Cinderella

- Prince

- King

- Step mother

- Step sister 1

- Step sister 2

- Lucifer the cat

- Coachman

Backstage crew (2-5)

- Lighting

- props

- scenery

Understudies

Extras

Roles can change and can be edited. You can take the idea and change it to make it your own. But this can also double as a high school roleplay to get interactions amongst characters. All character types are available for this roleplay. Feel free to add what you want.

2. Voyagers

On the ocean. Nothing better than exploring the sea with your most trusted friends. But when you set off, you find yourself in a world bigger than the small place you grew up. Merpeople, pirates, monsters, and natural elements. Will you guys ever find the promise land of a new shore?

Genre: fantasy, action, adventure

Numbers: 7-25

Roles:

Voyagers

Pirates

Merpeople

Monsters

This is also a very general idea but feel free to add your own elements into it. You can add roles and put your own flare to it. You can also make it a pirate roleplay.

3. Crossing Over

You ever hear yourself saying “Man, I wish I lived in that world.” Well, what if you could? A group of online friends suddenly get a random person thrown into their server (or group chat). When they start talking strangely, they think it’s a bot. That is until they’re all thrown into a portal that brings them to the realm of worlds. And now you and your friends have to travel through different worlds to get back to your own... or... will you choose to leave your own world behind?

Genre: Any

Numbers: 3-20

Roles:

OC’s.

This is a creative one that can cross through multiple genres or fandoms. Teen wolf and gravity falls and Percy Jackson. Ouran High School and The Office and Marvel and Disney cartoons. This will be up to you and the group of how you want to cross dimensions. But basically the portal is placed in a specific place of the universe and you have to find it. You can basically have fun in the world you want, until everyone turns on you or you guys cause problems and then it’s off to the new world.

4. Help Wanted

(Warning: this one is not for sensitive role players)

You think you’re a caregiver? Think you can provide all you can? Well how about being a caretaker for an orphanage? But this isn’t just any orphanage. No, there are very little workers here for a reason. Because people expected docile children and sad souls who a hug and a cookie can solve all their problems. But what if that wasn’t right? What if these orphans aren’t as innocent as they seem? What if they hate your very presence? And what if.. just what if, leaving your door unlocked could be your end?

Genre: Horror, ‘Slice of Life’

Numbers: 7-19

Roles:

New Worker 1

New Worker 2 (optional)

Worker 1

Worker 2

Worker 3 (optional)

Worker 4 (optional)

Orphans (at least 4)

Outside Friends (optional)

This roleplay is darker than the others but it’s an option. The kids basically don’t trust new people and only want their workers. Some kids are sad and quiet, some are hyper and loud, some are troubled by demons, and some are the demons. And some are our to kill you. But you as the new worker have to prove yourself or die trying.

5. Under the Sea

In the ocean lie the mystical creatures we know as merpeople. But there are multiple kinds. There’s the surface class mers. Which contain the coral, open, and trench families of mers. And then there’s the deep sea class of mers which contain the twilight mers, abyssal mers, And trench dwellers. These two classes of merfolk do not get along well, at all. But when all of these merfolk are plagued by an evil sea witch, they’re gonna have to work together to defeat the witch, or they can say good bye to their homes as they know it.

Genre: Fantasy, adventure

Number: 6-18

Roles:

Surface Mers

- coral mers (>1)

- open sea mers (>1)

- trench dwellers (>1)

Deep sea Mers

- Twilight mers (>1)

- Abyssal Mers/Luminescent mers (>1)

- Trench Dwellers (>1)

Sea Witch

Other Species Possible:

Sharks

Stingrays

Angler fish

Squids

Octopi

Surface Mers

- Coral mers are very colorful and usually smaller to get around all the nooks and crannies. Their tails are shorter but with bigger side fins to help with sharp turns and agile swimming. However they’re not built for long swims. They’re peaceful and friendlier since they live close by and often help each other out. Some coral mers are even able to use camoflauge.

- Open sea mers have long and very strong tails. Most open sea mers are monochromatic while still being vibrant. This is to help with currents and distance. However they’re not agile. They are powerful swimmers though. These are the active hunters of the sea. They are aggressive and territorial. Open sea mers are independent and strong willed. So meeting others isn’t always common. And most of the time, is unwanted.

- Surface trench dwellers are the lower class. These are the pack hunters. They are fast and agile. They have the fastest speed of the surface class. They are also very untrusting of other species. But are the most loyal to their kind or accepted kinds. Surface trench dwellers have faded color schemes. You can also find rogue or lone mers in this species. The dynamics work pack style. They also have the easiest transition between surface and deep sea, however can not go past the twilight zone.

Deep Sea Mers

- Twilight mers have very very sharp senses and good reflexes. They are also evasive and good at hiding. Their best tactic is ambush. They also have tougher scales to better keep in heat for survival. They are usually very peaceful and respectful. They are still aggressive but usually in an act of defense. Their tails are long and quick for swimming and hunting. They are usually dark colored merfolk. It’s likely to find solid colored mers in this species than any other species.

- Abyssal mers also known as luminescent mers are the furthest species found in the ocean. However these gentle creatures are omnivores. They feed on mostly plants and small jellyfish or squid. They also have luminescent scales that help them see in the dark. They’re more independent and will often get aggressive with each other. They have thick scales to keep in heat for survival and for defensive purposes. These mers have the longest but the weakest tails because there are no currents in the abyss.

- Deep sea Trench dwellers are the most dangerous of the species. They’ve been known to be cannibals. Often mistaken for surface trench dwellers, who are more docile to invaded territory, deep sea trench dwellers are lone mers. They are the most hostile and have the most violent tendencies. These mers are the ones notorious for sinking ships and killing humans. They are silent killers because of the way their scales and fins are built, you can’t hear them approach. These mers are deadly.

6. Surprise!

You’re moving into an apartment complex! And surprise! You’re a roommate to who even knows! And not to mention your next door neighbors! Or the other next door neighbors! Or the ones beside those. Who’s having a party on a Tuesday?! What was that crash?! Who’s baby is screaming and crying?! Pizza guy delivered to the wrong room for the 8th time! What kind of crazy place did you sign end up living in?!?

Genre: Slice of life, humor

Numbers: 4-18

Roles:

- New Comer

- Roomate 1

- Roomate 2

- Roomate 3

- Next door neighbor

- Next door neighbor 2

- Next door neighbor 3

- Next door neighbor 4

This is a fun silly one where you can basically go crazy. There doesn’t have to be 1 new comer. There can be 5 new people or all of them can be new! Whatever you choose to do! Go crazy and have a blast or learn to take painkillers like a pro, because you’ll probably need them!

Hope you liked them and feel free to use these as an inspiration! I’ll be posting more eventually!

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