Post by Psycho Cat on Aug 23, 2014 9:42:28 GMT -5
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Somewhere in the midst of a large city, a listless and yet anxious Scolipede looked around, contempt in his gleaming yellow eyes. The day had seemed to have crawled by on sluggish legs, minutes turning to hours as Pensar waited impatiently. What for? Well, at this point, just about anything. As long as it was at least some form of change to his normal schedule. Right now his itinerary included a lot of sitting and doing nothing—not his idea of an interesting day. Everything that had required completion had been, well, completed. His nest was clean, he was fully stocked on food, he had circled and remarked his territory about six dozen times, that nasty Galvantula that kept taunting him had finally been taken away by some trainer, and on top of that Pensar himself was sparkling clean, every inch of his smooth, almost reptilian insect body pristine and gleaming. When you had an entire day to do nothing but bathe, you ended up bathing a lot as he had learned that morning. Now, however, he was without a single task to perform and thus, Pensar had grown extraordinarily bored. So bored he thought he might just literally die of boredom. But what did one do on such a perfect day? Apparently nothing, as proven by his lumbering maroon mass which sat in humble stillness. "This is a most infuriating predicament," Pensar grumbled angrily. "I am an eight foot long Megapede Pokemon and my only obstacle is my inability to conjure so much as the most measly activity to perform! I could do an infinite amount of things, if only there were something to actually do. But alas, I am like an Arcanine stranded in the sea: a powerful entity put on hold by an obstacle they cannot overcome. All I can do is wallow in self-pity as I watch the hustle and bustle of passerby humans..." Pensar sighed deeply and closed his eyes, listening to the white noise of the city that surrounded him, an orchestra of cars and converse coming together in a most odd harmony. His antennae sorted out the sounds with a clarity no mammalian ear could ever hope to achieve. And yet to think that with these powerful senses, the most Pensar could do with them was listlessly pick out the difference between a truck's low rumble and the growl of an agitated Mightyena. Steadily, though, Pensar felt the world around him become more and more fuzzy and undefined as he was lulled into a light nap. His long, shimmering body slowly rocked back and forth in an almost hypnotic fashion as he entered a void. The void of REM, a place he visited almost unhealthily often. His last thought before fully dozing off was how glad he was he didn't sleep walk, or he might trample entire homes in a dream induced rampage.
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"Bet you can't catch me!"
"I bet I so could!"
"Then pick up the pace, slug face!"
Pensar was quite suddenly woken up, his snake-like eyes opening wide as he jumped into action, his neck claws splayed out in an intimidating way, ready to grab and mangle his assailants. Rapidly he scanned the area in an attempt to find the threat. However, when he found the 'threat,' if it could even be considered such, his whole body wracked in disgust. A flustered and exhausted groan escaped him as he stared down the two to blame with a look that could kill: a pair of young Pokemon, a Plusle and Minun, playing a simple game of tag. "Haven't you children got a shred of decency!?" He roared furiously, his voice a deep and gravelly rumble. The two only looked at Pensar for a single moment before practically tripping over themselves in such haste one would have thought Giratina itself had manifested from thin air and tried to eat them. "Serves them right," the Scolipede said with a hmph. "I was in the gentle grasp of a perfectly good nap, and here they come like a couple of rampant gallivants! I needed that sleep so I could..." Pensar paused. "...do absolutly nothing, I suppose. Guh, if that's not a buzzkill. Yes, I remember now: I still need something to do. Judging by the sun it's only been a few hours since I began my slumber, so that leaves plenty of time to plan my empty agenda." Pensar relaxed a little, viewing his surroundings at a more leisurely place. In summary, it was still completely uninteresting. Nothing had changed or become an ounce more exciting. He sighed. Maybe it was time he asked for some advice. Pensamientos literally meant "thoughts," so he wasn't incredibly big on asking for another's idea when it came to most forms of predicaments, but it seemed that moment happened to be a special circumstance. He looked around the square he sat in, trying to pick out who would be the most useful in his assistance. Finally he rested his gaze on a Beheeyem enjoying a Magost berry by the fountain, half the curley fruit already eaten. Cocking his head, Pensar walked over. Perhaps this Pokemon could help him? "Excuse me, sir," he said, lowering his head to the other Pokemon's height, "you may not be aware of this, but I am in need of minor assistance. Would you be willing to spare a moment?"
The Beheeyem looked up at Pensar with narrowed eyes—the eyes of a skeptic. Slowly it put down its meal before crossing its arms and returning the stare. "Really?" It said. "And is there anyway I can be sure you deserve my trust? You are a Poison-type, after all." At this Pensar felt a sudden burst of rage build inside him. He should flatten this insolent trash like a Joltik! But no. No, that wouldn't do at all. There wasn't any sense in making a commotion over someone who didn't even deserve it. Instead he tried with mild success to calm himself.
"That. Isn't. True." He growled again, the low frequency causing the ground below him to have a few small vibrations run through it. At his feet, a group of tiny pebbles quivered as the Scolipede's deep rumble moved them, almost as if the rocks themselves knew not to agitate Pensar. "I merely was wondering where any places or activities of interest might be found. Is that such an untrustworthy trick now?"
The Beheeyem suddenly began to fumble with its multicolored fingers, as if pondering what to say. Perhaps not even it could come up with a sliver of entertainment on such a day. But finally it said, "Well, if you really want to know, the Angel Contest is going on today."
His antennae suddenly perked up. "A contest, you say? What kind of contest? A strength contest? A speed contest?"
The Beheeyem laughed at Pensar in a mocking sort of way, as if he had just mistaken a Bidoof for Arceus. "If that's what you think it is," it chuckled, "you are about to be heavily disappointed. However, because I sort of pity you, I'll locate it for you." Using Teleport, the Pokemon produced both a small sheet of paper and a pencil, drawing out a crude map for the Scolipede to follow. Then it handed the white square to Pensar, the faintest of smiles still lingering on its face. He took it with caution, four of his neck claws coming together to keep it in a firm grip. He was still unable to find what this Pokemon found so amusing. Apparently he would find out soon if he ever planned on going to this 'contest' the Beheeyem spoke of. "Well, if that's all you need," it said with a small sarcastic bow, "I'll be on my way. Good bye, mister, uh,"
"Pensamientos," he said flatly.
"Pensamientos it is then. I hope we meet again. I find it rather enjoyable to pick on the unaware." With a yowl of rage, he leapt at the Beheeyem, but it had already teleported away and out of reach. Its last words still lingered in his mind. "Unaware," it had called him. Well, they'd just have to see who was really unaware here. It was time to go see this alleged 'Angel Contest' it had talked about.
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After about an hour of walking and a lot of pointless mingling, Pensar finally came across where the map had led him. It certainly looked the part: a wide building with a grand facade. Whatever went on inside just had to be more interesting than what his day had been so far. He walked up to the entrance, a double door made of clear glass, where a small woman looked up at him with part shock and part fear. She wore the same clothes as a few other surrounding humans, telling him she was probably some sort of employee. Suddenly, though, she snapped out of paralysis and began to fumble with the door in what looked like a desperate attempt to lock it. Unfazed, however, Pensar merely pushed through and past he, where he then turned and stared her down. She backed up few steps before running off. "Humans are such cowards," Pensar thought. But still, she might be getting help to remove him right at that moment, so he didn't spend too long loitering around in the lobby. Instead he rose his antennae stiffly and closed his eyes, trying to locate the contest. Faintly he could detect the sounds of cheering and excitement. He could tell a large amount of people were gathered, watching something. Now it was time to find out what that something was. He wandered the halls a bit before coming across a door. Noise practically emanated from it as cries of excitement raged on within. "It's... ...SYLPH... ...FIRE!" Pensar heard someone yell inside. "Hmm, well, I can assume they're not making Poffins in there," he said with a roll of his eyes. Slowly he opened the door, peering in to see what was going on. It was, as the Beheeyem had put it, highly disappointing. What gave the illusion of a fast paced battle between forces to be reckoned with was in fact several small frilly Pokemon competing to see who could sparkle the most. Half of them were pink as far as he could tell! This was an absolute outrage. That arrogant Beheeyem had misled him to the most ridiculous type of contest Pensar had ever seen. And to think that the one Pokemon who could sense the tiniest bit of falsehood had fallen for the biggest lie of all. He felt his face turn hot with shame. This was not who he was. Maybe he should have just never entered those glassen doors at all.
((Just for the record, not all of my posts will be this long. This just happens to be my intro.))
