Hoenn Mirror Girl
04-02-2005, 03:13 AM
*~Feline Symphony (URPG edition)~*
By Hoenn Mirror Girl
OOC: This is my ongoing series of URPG stories. I hope that my character doesn't appear cheap because of her background. If it does, I'll just start all over. Anyway, I hope you like it!
EPISODE I: The Miserable Beginning
PART 1: Yes, I’m a Witch. Meow
I’ve been having the sour look on my face ever since I set foot out of Cherrygrove City, the place I’ve called my ‘hometown’ and where this whole mess began. Until then, almost everyone urged me to be a trainer because I ‘had what it takes’. While I liked the idea of exploring the world of Pokemon, I never wanted to leave my ‘hometown’. As you could see, the majority rule steamrolled my minority rights.
So now, I was on a Pokemon journey where my goal was to capture Pokemon, meet other trainers, collect Gym Badges, and become a Pokemon Master. It was basically every kid’s dream to do all of that. However, I have my reason of not wanting to go besides not leaving ‘home’…
The real reason I was nervous about this was because I have a big secret. I never told anyone besides my ‘parents’ and my closest friend this, but I’m a witch. Yes, an actual witch. I was sure that not a person alive in Johto or any other region other than the people I’ve mentioned would believe it, and I’ll be making sure it stayed that way. I’ve even made a promise to myself that I wouldn’t use any of my magic while on my journey.
My true origin was that I came from a world call Myumajo. I ended up appearing in Johto after I made some stupid dare with a snobby know-it-all wizard apprentice that I know WAY too well to check out the another world. I managed to pull off the challenge, but as it turned out, I couldn’t go back to Myumajo once I’ve been in another world for a certain period of time. Three days have passed, and I was stuck in some region called Johto. I was pretty much ticked off at all of this until my ‘parents’ found me sitting at the seashore near my ‘hometown’. They took me to their house, and I didn’t hesitate at all to make myself at home. I never really had to worry about using my magic until an awkward incident made me turn a Slakoth doll in a gift basket, which was a present for a little girl in a hospital, into an actual Slakoth. Since then, my ‘parents’ and my closest friend, Anthony, never looked at me the same way again.
As time passed, I started to refrain from using my magic so I could appreciate the ‘normal’ things in Johto. My ‘parents’ enrolled me in the Violet City Pokemon School so I could learn what I needed to know about being a trainer, and Anthony helped me in areas where I was struggling. The other kids thought I was either weird or just didn’t want anything to do with me. Of course, I tried my best to make sure that my identity as a witch stayed a secret from them. After school, I either helped ‘Mom’ at the Cherrygrove Café in or ‘Dad’ at the Cherrygrove PokeMart in the same area.
This whole journey thing, however, started yesterday. I was going back home after a day in the café when I saw him… the wizard apprentice that dared me to come to this world in the first place. Instead of wearing his usual wizard attire, he looked like an everyday trainer. He turned his green and yellow baseball cap backwards, and his reddish-brown eyes were locked on me with the same conceit and egotism that I had to deal with back at Myumajo.
“What are you doing here, Zindo?” I asked as I gave him a skeptical look. I pretty much figured that he was going to play another trick on me.
“I just wanted to drop off your friend since you’re going to be stuck here for a while,” the fudge-haired brat told me as he handed me a blue and yellow Pokeball with a paw print on the button.
Zindo tossed the Pokeball in the air. A few seconds later, the ball opened and poured out a bright light that formed into Meowth, my trademark Pokemon. Happy would be an understatement to even begin describing how he acted after seeing me. Despite that I shared the same feeling, I was still suspicious. Why did Zindo go through all of this trouble just to get Meowth here? Did he know how serious the risk was coming from Myumajo to here? He obviously didn’t care about me, but something was up if he came here just to get my Meowth here.
However, before Zindo could say anything else, he began to head off.
“I did what needed to be done,” Zindo sighed. He brushed back his hair and jumped high enough to land on the roof of the PokeMart. “Oh, yeah. Like it or not, I’m going to be your little helper, so get used to seeing me often. Seeya!” With that, he jumped toward the sky and vanished.
“Helper?” I mumbled in irritation. “For what?!”
The madness didn’t stop there. A few hours later, my ‘parents’ saw my Meowth. Before I could begin to tell them where it really came from, my ‘parents’ assumed that it was a wild Pokemon that I befriended. And then, my ‘dad’ said these words…
“I always thought that you had the potential to be a Pokemon trainer. Your teacher told us that you were the fifth best student of the class. Perhaps we should talk to Professor Elm to make you a trainer…”
I had an expression that I was just struck by lightning when I heard those words… and that led to one of the banes of my witch form: black Meowth-like ears popping out of my head. I didn’t do anything to hide that, though, since they pretty much knew my background.
After half an hour of my explanation of not wanting to travel and my parents throwing my various accomplishments in my face, I pretty much surrendered to them. We went to visit Professor Elm in New Bark Town to verify my Meowth, and it was in good condition. However, something about Meowth seemed to have piqued his interest, but he brushed that aside believing it was his imagination.
And so, my story began…
By Hoenn Mirror Girl
OOC: This is my ongoing series of URPG stories. I hope that my character doesn't appear cheap because of her background. If it does, I'll just start all over. Anyway, I hope you like it!
EPISODE I: The Miserable Beginning
PART 1: Yes, I’m a Witch. Meow
I’ve been having the sour look on my face ever since I set foot out of Cherrygrove City, the place I’ve called my ‘hometown’ and where this whole mess began. Until then, almost everyone urged me to be a trainer because I ‘had what it takes’. While I liked the idea of exploring the world of Pokemon, I never wanted to leave my ‘hometown’. As you could see, the majority rule steamrolled my minority rights.
So now, I was on a Pokemon journey where my goal was to capture Pokemon, meet other trainers, collect Gym Badges, and become a Pokemon Master. It was basically every kid’s dream to do all of that. However, I have my reason of not wanting to go besides not leaving ‘home’…
The real reason I was nervous about this was because I have a big secret. I never told anyone besides my ‘parents’ and my closest friend this, but I’m a witch. Yes, an actual witch. I was sure that not a person alive in Johto or any other region other than the people I’ve mentioned would believe it, and I’ll be making sure it stayed that way. I’ve even made a promise to myself that I wouldn’t use any of my magic while on my journey.
My true origin was that I came from a world call Myumajo. I ended up appearing in Johto after I made some stupid dare with a snobby know-it-all wizard apprentice that I know WAY too well to check out the another world. I managed to pull off the challenge, but as it turned out, I couldn’t go back to Myumajo once I’ve been in another world for a certain period of time. Three days have passed, and I was stuck in some region called Johto. I was pretty much ticked off at all of this until my ‘parents’ found me sitting at the seashore near my ‘hometown’. They took me to their house, and I didn’t hesitate at all to make myself at home. I never really had to worry about using my magic until an awkward incident made me turn a Slakoth doll in a gift basket, which was a present for a little girl in a hospital, into an actual Slakoth. Since then, my ‘parents’ and my closest friend, Anthony, never looked at me the same way again.
As time passed, I started to refrain from using my magic so I could appreciate the ‘normal’ things in Johto. My ‘parents’ enrolled me in the Violet City Pokemon School so I could learn what I needed to know about being a trainer, and Anthony helped me in areas where I was struggling. The other kids thought I was either weird or just didn’t want anything to do with me. Of course, I tried my best to make sure that my identity as a witch stayed a secret from them. After school, I either helped ‘Mom’ at the Cherrygrove Café in or ‘Dad’ at the Cherrygrove PokeMart in the same area.
This whole journey thing, however, started yesterday. I was going back home after a day in the café when I saw him… the wizard apprentice that dared me to come to this world in the first place. Instead of wearing his usual wizard attire, he looked like an everyday trainer. He turned his green and yellow baseball cap backwards, and his reddish-brown eyes were locked on me with the same conceit and egotism that I had to deal with back at Myumajo.
“What are you doing here, Zindo?” I asked as I gave him a skeptical look. I pretty much figured that he was going to play another trick on me.
“I just wanted to drop off your friend since you’re going to be stuck here for a while,” the fudge-haired brat told me as he handed me a blue and yellow Pokeball with a paw print on the button.
Zindo tossed the Pokeball in the air. A few seconds later, the ball opened and poured out a bright light that formed into Meowth, my trademark Pokemon. Happy would be an understatement to even begin describing how he acted after seeing me. Despite that I shared the same feeling, I was still suspicious. Why did Zindo go through all of this trouble just to get Meowth here? Did he know how serious the risk was coming from Myumajo to here? He obviously didn’t care about me, but something was up if he came here just to get my Meowth here.
However, before Zindo could say anything else, he began to head off.
“I did what needed to be done,” Zindo sighed. He brushed back his hair and jumped high enough to land on the roof of the PokeMart. “Oh, yeah. Like it or not, I’m going to be your little helper, so get used to seeing me often. Seeya!” With that, he jumped toward the sky and vanished.
“Helper?” I mumbled in irritation. “For what?!”
The madness didn’t stop there. A few hours later, my ‘parents’ saw my Meowth. Before I could begin to tell them where it really came from, my ‘parents’ assumed that it was a wild Pokemon that I befriended. And then, my ‘dad’ said these words…
“I always thought that you had the potential to be a Pokemon trainer. Your teacher told us that you were the fifth best student of the class. Perhaps we should talk to Professor Elm to make you a trainer…”
I had an expression that I was just struck by lightning when I heard those words… and that led to one of the banes of my witch form: black Meowth-like ears popping out of my head. I didn’t do anything to hide that, though, since they pretty much knew my background.
After half an hour of my explanation of not wanting to travel and my parents throwing my various accomplishments in my face, I pretty much surrendered to them. We went to visit Professor Elm in New Bark Town to verify my Meowth, and it was in good condition. However, something about Meowth seemed to have piqued his interest, but he brushed that aside believing it was his imagination.
And so, my story began…