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Ramzam	Feb 22 2007, 10:03 PM
Everybody's Favorite DDR Posts: 832 Group: Moderators Member #4 Joined: December 16, 2006	Chapter 4 (On the road to Jiranur) Riveing and Co. were resting, by the road, with Riveing tending to Dragonite and Kiero relentlessly congratulating them. “I still can’t believe you beat Rayquaza! I mean that white flame attack was so cool! Could you teach that to my Dratini? Can you teach those super cool moves to my pokemon? Can you--” Riveing reached over and held Kiero’s mouth shut. “You’re being annoying.” Riveing said, plainly, as he put a damp towel on Dragonite’s forehead. “Either way, I doubt your pokemon would be able to use the attacks correctly. They took months to teach to my own, it might take years, for yours.” He added, checking it’s pulse. “Is he all right?” Kiero suddenly asked, looking at Dragonite. He poked it and instantly pulled his hand away, when he did, screaming in pain. “It’s a she and I was about to say not to touch her. She’s overly hot, from the white flame attack. You’ll cook your finger, if you touch her again.” Riveing said, putting the towel away and holding his wrist. “Wait a second…how come you can touch him--I mean her, with your own hand?” Kiero asked, looking at Riveing. “Whoever said it was mine?” Riveing asked, in the tone he’d use, whenever he was about to do something, he thought was funny. He then twisted his hand in a full circle. Kiero let out a high-pitched scream as he watched Riveing screw his right hand off. “Relax, it’s a fake, see?” Riveing said, holding the bottom, out to Kiero. It was metal, with a few nubs on it. “This one’s not as flexible as the other one I use, but it’s a lot more durable.” He said, putting the hand in a box and taking out another, then screwing that one on. Riveing and Kiero turned their attention to the road, to noticed a woman, staring at them. “Did you just screw your hand on?” The woman asked, half horrified. She took a close look at Riveing’s face, then put her hand over her mouth. “You’re that wanted man on the posters!” She exclaimed, behind her hand. Riveing remembered seeing the gesture elsewhere. “Don’t I know you from somewhere?” Riveing asked, standing up. “Your name wouldn’t happen to be Likeria, would it?” He asked, walking over. “Stay away from me! I’m warning you!” The woman said, grabbing a pokeball, from her belt. “If it is, I’ve got something for you.” Riveing said, digging through his back pack. Just as he pulled a poncho, with a rose pattern, out of the backpack, the woman slapped him. “Well, I kept your poncho, Likeria. Knowing you, you probably would have run away, if you didn’t remember me. Riveing said, dropping the poncho. “Well, It’s good to see you too, you little--Grr! I can’t describe how annoying you were, back then!” Likeria yelled at him. “Someone…is having mood swings.” Riveing said, stepping back. “And what do you mean by annoying? If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t be around, right now.” He added, turning his attention back to Dragonite, who’d just regained consciousness. Riveing hardly paid any attention to Likeria, who was busy blowing her top. “Rise ‘n shine, Sleeping beauty.” Riveing said, to Dragonite, who looked at him and blinked. “Where am I? And who is that woman? She looks like she’s going to explode or something.” Dragonite said, standing up. Likeria had no idea what Dragonite was saying, so she didn’t pay attention “The woman is Likeria, you remember her, don’t you?” Riveing asked, his voice slightly gargled, by Likeria, who was pounding on his back, rapidly. Dragonite stood there, for a minute, remembering when Likeria was still with Riveing. Dragonite hugged Likeria, stopping her, from pounding on Riveing’s back. “Uh…Dragonite, I hope you realize a hug from you, is a like death grip.” Riveing said, walking away. Dragonite let go of Likeria, not realizing that she was turning blue. “Put a leash on your pokemon, will you?” Likeria yelled. Riveing turned around to face her. “If you keep that attitude, I won’t and I will happily not care what happens to you.” Riveing said, glaring at her. “You’re not the Likeria I remember, even though you ARE her.” Riveing added, then put Dragonite into it’s pokeball. “I may be wanted by the police, but tell the officers I’m clearing out Geenara and his goons. If they’re stupid enough to get in the way, they can expect a one team army coming their way.” Riveing said, walking by her, leaving Kiero and Likeria behind. “Hey, Dad! Wait up!” Kiero called out, chasing after him. (Within the pokecenter at Jiranur) “Look, I don’t know what you and that little squirt of yours think you’re doing hangin’ around, in plain sight, but I’m not letting you anywhere near nurse joy!” A trainer shouted at Riveing and Kiero, holding his hands out, a pokeball in each. “Look, we aren’t hear to cause trouble. Another thing is, we’re with the police, not against them. Third; you aren’t very smart picking a fight with someone, like me.” Riveing said, glaring at the trainer. “Um…Dad…go easy on him, alright?” Kiero said, nervously. A few seconds later, a police officer burst in, through the door. “What’s going on in here?” He asked, looking around. The trainer pointed at Riveing. “This guy’s on the wanted posters!” A girl blurted out, before the trainer could do the same. “Him?” The officer asked. “Someone was supposed to take the posters down, he’s after the leader of Team Magnum. Besides, I’ve been a major fan of this guy, ever since I was a kid! He won the grand pokemon league six times over!” The officer said. Riveing was obviously embarrassed. The trainer dropped his pokeballs in shock. “You mean this guy’s Riveing!? Dude, I never thought I’d get to ask this, but can I have your autograph!?” The trainer asked, ecstatically, running over to Riveing, who just as quickly, ran off. “Oh man, Dad can really run, when he’s in a hurry.” Kiero said, nervously, walking after him. He stopped and thought to himself a minute. “He’s probably headed for one of those secret base places.” (In the secret base at Jiranur…) “I wonder what surprise this place has…” Riveing said to himself as he walked down a hall. “Let me you tell you then, Captain Altezah!” A voice called out to him as tower-like structure rose out of a pool of lava, that Riveing had just noticed. “I’ve been waiting for a moment like this!” Another voice blocked out that of the other. “Can you hear me, Riveing? Good, ‘cause I want to wish you good luck on whatever you’re doing. It’s me, Firingo. I’m one of those ghost things you mentioned a week ago, pretty cool huh?” Firingo’s voice spoke to him. Riveing looked at the ground. “Does almost everyone I’ve killed come back and haunt me? Half of you guys, it was out of self defense, the other half either killed themselves, or I killed them, because I had to.” Riveing said and then about six voices answered, the same thing. “Yeah.” The voices said. Riveing pushed them away and looked to the top of the tower, to see a man in a crimson red uniform. “Call me Heatstroke.” The man said, bowing and taking a pokeball from their belt. “I know you, anyway, so Magmar! Show him the definition of hot!” Heatstroke shouted throwing the pokeball. “Heat stroke, might I mention, is a rather generic name.” Riveing said, taking a pokeball, from his own belt. “Come on! Let’s do it, Feraligatr!” Riveing shouted, throwing the pokeball. Time once again froze and he found himself in a forest, with vines all around. He could see large shadows, moving about, in the distance. The voice spoke to him again. “You’d best remember what this place looks like, for it will become very important.” The Voice said. “Here is where you will come across the pokemon that can defeat Geenara. You are in the other world. This is where the gate to the other world leads. You are in fact from the world you are in now, but you will not return quite yet. You still must gather the remaining eight keys, before you can assemble the team you require. You’ve seen Geenara’s charizard, have you not? It came from this world, not yours, that is the reason for it’s size. Within, you are not human at all. I can not suspend time in your world, for much longer, so I will return you, before it starts moving on it’s own.” The Voice said, as a bright flash overtook Riveing. “Wait! You keep leaving me with more questions than answers!” Riveing shouted, only to realize, he was back at the battle field, with Heatstroke. Time was still frozen, but it returned to normal, seconds later.
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