If and When, Part 3 (Team Covenant M6) by Kwihll, literature
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If and When, Part 3 (Team Covenant M6)
Team Covenant woke up in a makeshift infirmary near the center of town. "Oh, dear, oh, dear, oh, dear," muttered what could only be described as a warm voice from overhead, and Theo shifted groggily, trying to gain a grip on his surroundings. "Oh, dear, you've got cuts and bruises all over your shell, lie still now."
The Happiny held a firm hand on Theo with surprising strength for one so small, checking his wounds. "Oh, you're lucky that they're only flesh wounds. You could have ended up like your friend over there; he won't be able to fly for weeks!"
Theo's stomach dropped. "Is he OK?" he asked, trying to get up, but the Happiny's firm gr
God Only Knows Four Moves: Ch. 18 by Kwihll, literature
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God Only Knows Four Moves: Ch. 18
"In Which I Take a Test That Requires Cooperation
I slurped my Casteliacone hungrily as Elizabeth and I sat at one of the little shaded benches that lined Mode Street. The verdant trees rustled as the wind swept through them, and even though it was starting to get cold there was no way I was not getting a Casteliacone on the perhaps my only visit home during my journey.
Elizabeth, who had been doling her own little sundae into her mouth daintily, played happily with her new Pidove. I looked at him, curiously. He was standing straight and tall, chest puffed out and staring unblinkingly forwards. I had waved my hand in front of his face, did
If and When, Part 2 (Team Covenant M6) by Kwihll, literature
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If and When, Part 2 (Team Covenant M6)
A Stygian darkness enveloped Martin as he awoke. He coughed fitfully, wincing as he shifted his broken wing. Immediately, Theo came to his side, ministering to the Spearow as gently as he could with the darkness pressing in on them. "How are you?" grunted Theo, standing by uneasily. Despite his efforts, the Venipede could do nothing to help his friend, and it was frustrating him.
"Not very well," said Martin, terse with pain. "But I'll live." He blinked furiously, trying to pinpoint Theo's face or indeed any aspect of his surroundings, but the inky blackness was like a veil pressed right up against his eyes, muffling and suffocating. "Would
God Only Knows Four Moves: Ch. 17 by Kwihll, literature
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God Only Knows Four Moves: Ch. 17
Chapter 17: In Which I See to the High Society of the City
"What is it exactly that I'm looking at here, Elizabeth?" I asked, shifting in the little red velvet seat. It made my butt ache.
"It's Cats," Elizabeth whispered, over the grating music.
"What's a cat?" I asked, head cocked.
"Oh, it's just, like, a scientific name for a Purrloin or a Leopard or whatever," whispered Elizabeth, irritably, eyes glued on the stage. "Tony, be quiet and watch the show!"
I would not relent. "Then why don't they just call it Purrloins?" I asked, perplexed. This mystery demanded an answer.
"Is that anywhere nearly as catchy? Purrloins? Honestly, Tony, yo
God Only Knows Four Moves: Ch. 16 by Kwihll, literature
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God Only Knows Four Moves: Ch. 16
"In Which I See to the Mean Streets of the City"
Over the course of the next few days, I almost forgot that I was actually a trainer. Returning home had restored a sense of familiarity and an old pattern that had been missing in my one week as a trainer. Had it really only been one week? It had felt much longer than that.
Elizabeth visited regularly, and eventually Mom was forced to warm up to her. Of course, Dad cracked jokes about "my little girlfriend" all the time, but after a while I let them roll off. He was Dad, after all. He shipped me with every friend who happened to be a girl I had.
I considered going straight to Burgh's Gym, bu
God Only Knows Four Moves: Ch. 15 by Kwihll, literature
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God Only Knows Four Moves: Ch. 15
"In Which I Might Take Care Lest I Become One"
I woke up the morning after defeating Lenora, tousle-haired and bleary-eyed. "Oh, guys, I had the weirdest dream," I muttered, running my fingers through my hair. "There was like a guy, right, with this big flaming Stoutland or something, and then Elizabeth was there for some reason and she she hugged me "
"Sounds stupid," said Theo, bluntly.
"Yeah," I muttered, but already the details of the dream were slipping away from me, like water through cupped hands. "Weird."
Theo had gotten up early, for reasons unknown, but he was an exception. I almost tripped over him as I went to check
If and When, Part 1 (Team Covenant M6) by Kwihll, literature
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If and When, Part 1 (Team Covenant M6)
"He's gone."
This wasn't exactly an observation requiring massive amounts of insight on Theo's part, but its simplicity carried a kind of deep profundity.
"He's gone," Theo repeated, scratching his bandana with his right antenna irritatedly. "The moment I get here, he leaves. I was kind of hoping to meet him."
"It is no fault of ours if M. Shroomsworth has abandoned his own flock!" trilled Martin, grooming his wings sleepily. "Although I imagine that you would be more distraught over the passing of such a loved and magnificent benefactor such as the Elder," the Spearow said. "Rather than some miscreant who goes gadding away at the first si
God Only Knows Four Moves: Ch. 14 by Kwihll, literature
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God Only Knows Four Moves: Ch. 14
"In Which I Learn the Basics of Love and Loss"
I held up my hands, stumbling away. "Whoa! I'm- I'm not looking for a fight, I -."
"What you doing in a gym, then, huh? This is a place for fights," said the trainer, rolling his neck as he went for his Poké Ball. "So, unless you want me to get you disqualified from your challenge, you're going to give me the best fight you got."
Quickly, I went over my options. I wanted Theo and Martin strong for the fight against Lenora, but I supposed I could run off to the Center in-between the matches. How much time would that give me, though? Would I be caught before I got my badge? I could send Tia
God Only Knows Four Moves: Ch. 13 by Kwihll, literature
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God Only Knows Four Moves: Ch. 13
"In Which I Tarnish a Cathedral of Learning"
Gloomily, I sat and stared at my Tympole. Our foray into finding the merchant last night had not been the most fruitful expedition. We had found him, alright; we had found him in prison for smuggling illegal contraband from across the border from Sinnoh. We hurriedly left the scene and prayed that we would not be guilty by association, although this unfortunately left us short one translator.
Tiana did not seem to mind. On the contrary, as she warmed up to us and the notion of being a trained Pokémon, she had begun to sing: strange, not altogether human songs that were nevertheless beautiful