Extreme Angling [Cody]

[Visca]

“I don’t understand why we don’t just burn this ocean to the ground!” Not exactly the conventional fishing strategy but impracticality was a poor man’s practicality or something along those lines. Sorak didn’t believe in tasks that took more than a few seconds. He couldn’t understand why he couldn’t just beat the ocean to a bloody pulp and then simply take its food. The Medicham glared angrily at the pile of crap that was fished up: A boot, a top hat, a scarf, and a pocket watch. Why was there everything but fish in that pile? He was half expecting a severed arm to be the next thing to be fished up.

The Medicham would kill for a nice, juicy Kingler. He’d even settle for a Crawdaunt at this point. Glancing over at the pile once more he noticed that the boot was looking kind of tasty. Were his senses deceiving him? As he moved closer to the pile the boot seemed to be morphing. What was once a boot was now a large Seaking. He rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn’t seeing things, it was too good to be true. When he opened them again the Seaking was steamed and on a platter. “It’s a miracle, the fish cooked itself! I don’t believe it! I love fishing!” Sorak payed no attention to the confused looks of the three others on the large platform shaped stone they were on. That was his Seaking and he didn’t intend to share it with anyone. Especially not that Aerodactyl. The Medicham snatched the Seaking from the platter and bit into it, savoring every last bite. It was delicious, tasted like salted leather but it was delicious.

Glimmer and Rhamphor all watched as Sorak tore into the boot, devouring leather, lace, and all. “Oh how the mighty have fallen.” Glimmer said, shaking his head. Shemp on the other hand ignored the fighting type, he was too busy, too busy fishing. Well trying to fish at least. He didn’t exactly have readily available fishing materials so he had to improvise. He basically tied a shard of rock to then end of a long piece of wire and was basically just tossing it out into the water.

“We should have gone with my idea.” The Darkness Pokemon was lucky, he didn’t have to eat. Sure he liked the taste of foods but it was pretty much pointless to feed him. That didn’t mean he didn’t eat though, his false appetite rivaled Sorak’s. “Hey, Shemp. I had a dream about something like this last night.” Shemp gritted his teeth, was he really going to have to sit here and listen to Glimmer all day? “So get this. In this dream I was like some kind of fishing master. I was in a place just like this one except I was sitting on a throne. I even had a crown of golden fish hooks. What’s even crazier is that people from all over the world came to pay me homage, and not only that, I also taught them how to fish. It was like I was some kind of fishing god.”

Shemp nearly dropped the reel of wire he was holding. Sometimes he worried about Glimmer, sometimes. “Has Rhamph been slipping you anything?” The Aerodactly took offense to that. “Let me tell ya somethin’, Viscadis! I happen to be a great role model!” The large winged reptile hiccuped as he spoke. It seemed that he was drunk. Then again, when was the Aerodactly not drunk? A sober Rhamphor would truly be a sight to behold. “Rhamph, tell me, how do you keep getting drunk? Is it something in the water or what?” Shemp didn’t expect to get an answer, he never got an answer but it was worth the try. “I’ve never been drunk a day in my life, mister! I am perfectly fine! Now Sorak? He’s lost his mind, he’s eatin’ a shoe. And ya more worried about me? This is what I call hypocrisy! I think that’s what I call it. What do I call it?”

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[||Cody R||]

((So crappy. xD))

This was not good. Actually, it was far from good -- it was disastrous! Cody had taken the day off to bring his Pokemon to the local ocean for a respite between today and his next mission, only to have his Crawdaunt, Vice, go missing. Where his little legs could have taken him, Cody had not a clue, he only imagined that the Water Pokemon would end up just where he was happiest -- the water. Still, as Cody sprinted along the shorelines, he saw nothing. Blue stretched on for what seemed to be an eternity, covering the vast land in the shimmering liquid. If his Pokemon hadn’t wandered off, Cody would have taken the moment to marvel at the true wonder of the ocean, but he couldn’t now. All he could think about was the Poke-speak Pokemon which, if seen by a civilian, would be looked upon as a wild Crawdaunt when, in reality, he really wasn’t.

“Damn him for not being able to speak human,” Cody muttered, a new edge forming around his usual light and airy words.

Fear pulsated through him, ebbed away at his mentality -- or whatever was left -- and left him wandering around aimlessly in search of the lobster-Pokemon. Blaze suddenly appeared at Cody’s side, a cloud of black smoke ringed his nostrils; Cody could tell the Charizard was just as worried as he by looking into his big, emotion-filled hues. They would find him, though, Cody was sure of it. He knew that he wouldn’t be leaving without the Pokemon either way, so they had all the time in the world to search around. So the two paced around, calling Vice’s name until blue in the face…but never was a response heard in the form of Vice’s usual grunts. The dormancy shrouding around the two like a blanket was depressing and signified their desperation to find their beloved friend.

“What are we gonna do, Cody? Vice is my best friend, we can’t just leave the little guy out there…” Blaze told him, his voice cracking.

Cody looked up at the giant Pokemon, at the tears rolling down his long face. “Oh, buddy!” Cody wrapped his arms around the Pokemon’s neck, patted it, then moved so he could look him in the eyes. “We’ll find Vice -- we’re just gonna have to find some help. Maybe we can call the cops or something…”

“We’re not going to give up though, right?” Blaze hiccupped.

Cody’s fist clenched into a ball. “Never.” And then they continued.

After a few more hours of failed searching, Cody and Blaze sat down at a bench, chewing away at sandwiches Cody had packed for their little trip the night before. Once done, the two goofy males smiled in contentment. The sandwiches had done their jobs, rested satisfactorily in their now-full stomachs. Vice was still gone, yes, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t eat. If anything, searching on full stomachs would be more reasonable.

Blaze’s head raised from its arched position, rested on a sight in the distance. There was a male and a group of Pokemon around him. He seemed to be fishing with some sort of scrappily made fishing rod, while his Pokemon chewed away at a leather boot. Whatever floats your boat, I always say! Cody thought before making his way over. Maybe this guy would have seen the Pokemon around somewhere. But what he saw next wasn’t anything he’d even expected. Vice was swimming along the top of the ocean, moving right over towards the trainer and his Pokemon team. Vice caught sight of the sinker coasting the ocean floor…and was under.

“Crap!” Cody barked not so lowly.

“What?” Blaze asked, eyes widened at the sudden outburst.

“Vice is going to be dinner if we don’t get over there,” he remarked before taking off towards the guy.

[Visca]

Shemp was about to give up when he felt something tug on his line. “No… couldn’t be.” He muttered to himself, shaking his head, but the metal wire trembled once again. He definitely hooked something. Shemp tried to pull the wire back in, expecting to find a boot or something hooked to the end but immediately found that he couldn’t pull it back. Whatever was on the other end wasn’t just big, it was heavy. “This is amazing! I actually caught something edible with this piece of shit?” Shemp’s brief expression of surprise returned to one of anger when he realized that he couldn’t pull it back. It was like he was trying to pull in a big metal box.

“Sorak, get over here.” The Medicham dropped the boot he was chewing and walked over to Shemp. “What do you want? Wait, did you catch something?” The psychic type asked, watching as his trainer struggled with the wire. “You actually caught something! Something living! No, wait… that’s impossible. It might be… ah… ah… treasure chest! Even better!” Shemp would’ve taken the moment to strangle Sorak, or at least attempt to, but he was too focused on the possibility of food being within his grasp. “I don’t give a damn what it is. If it’s treasure we’ll use it to buy food so just lend me a hand.” Sorak scoffed at the request. “Lend you a hand? Step a side, Sally. Let a real man handle this!” He forcibly pushed Shemp out of the way, nearly of the rock, and grabbed the wire. “Watch this, with only one hand!” he shouted, looking around at his ‘audience’ before pulling in the line with one swift movement of his left hand.

The only thing that kept Shemp from falling off of the rock and into the debris filled water was Rhamphor’s outstretched wing. “I have to remember to have Sorak neutered or thrown into a pit of fire. Either one is fine.” Shemp would have continued voicing his plains to ruin his Medicham but he stopped when he saw what was on the end of the wire. A single tear rolled down the side of Rhamphor’s face. “It’s… It’s beautiful…” The Aerodactyl felt as if he were staring at famed Holy Grail. Even Sorak and Glimmer could only stare at the sight. “What the hell are you all doing? It’s a Crawduant, you’ve seen them before. Snap out of it.” Shemp wasn’t impressed. He was just hungry, starving in fact.

Glimmer, Shemp, and Rhamphor gathered around Sorak for a better view of the Crawduant. “So, uh how are we gonna split this up?” Glimmer questioned. It was a reasonable question. Sure it was a decently sized Crawduant but that didn’t matter to an Aerodactyl like Rhamphor. “We should do it by order of importance.” Shemp proposed. “And since I’m the most important here I’ll just take it all. There, it’s decided.” He declared, nodding to himself. “Now that the decision making process is over we can start cooking it. Don’t worry. I’ll toss you guys the leftovers. I’m feeling generous today.” His plan, while excellent didn’t really get a good approval rating. “Now hold on there, lad. I’ve got a real solution. Just give the tasty morsel to me and I’ll handle it.” Rhamphor closed in on Sorak, intending to take the Crawdaunt.

Sorak wasn’t exactly stupid, he seemed that way but he wasn’t, and he’d known the Aerodactyl for years. He knew that anything that could be considered food should not be left in the claws of the vicious food vacuum. “Oooh no. I’d actually like to eat something today! Back up!” He shouted, holding the Crawdaunt away from Rhamphor’s mouth. “Listen, lad. That tiny meal is going to end up in my belly wheter ye or like or not. Give it!” The Aerodactyl lunged at the fighting type, intending to take Crawdaunt, arm, and wire all in one bite. Sorak didn’t have time to think, he just tossed the Crawduant away before being tackled by the hungry beast. “So you wanna have a go, Flutter? Eh, eh, eh? Let’s do this!”

Sorak easily dodged the rock type’s snapping jaws. “You trying to hit me? I’m like a freaking blur here!” The Medicham punched forward once his hungry friend’s jaw closed, aiming for his snout but he miscalculated. Rhamphor’s jaw snapped open again and Sorak ended up punching nothing but the space inside the Aerodactyl’s mouth and before he could pull back his arm Rhamphor’s jaw shut once again, trapping his arm. “No! No! NOOOO! He’s gonna eat my arm!” Sorak began fighting and flailing, trying everything possible to free his arm. He tried punching him with his free arm, he tried kicking, scratching, biting, and even poking but nothing work. “Someone kill it! Kill it! I’m too young to lose my arm!” Sorak wasn’t the only one fighting. Rhamphor was also doing his best to tear of the Meidcham’s forearm.

Luckily Glimmer was able to catch the Crawduant. “Well, Shemp, there’s still us.” Shemp nodded in agreement. With half of the competition out of the way he could split the Crawduant evenly. “Agreed. Let’s cut it in half.” The two were so busy deciding on how to split the shellfish that they didn't even noticed the approaching Charizard or human.

[||Cody R||]

Vice peered up at the trainer and Pokemon standing around him. He wasn’t really one for people other than his trainer, nor was he one that enjoyed having a group hovering over him as if he were their next meal or something--even if little did he know he was. Still, all the Pokemon could muster was the raising of a clawed arm, which he shook angrily in Shemp’s face. If the bastard even laid one finger, no less a knife on him he’d…he’d just regret it. He found himself growing even angrier as the group spoke about how they were going to share him, and his eyes grew narrower than usual.

<The asshole better value his life…Yeah. You, asshole!> Vice shook his arm even more rapidly in attempts of getting his point across. He didn’t want to be eaten. <Just wait till I start up my army of Pokemon. You group of morons will be at the top of my death lists. Trying to kill the leader of a secret organization? Pfftkk. You must not value life at all. Dumb shits…> The Crawdaunt’s eyes closed entirely, but opened as he realized orange flashed by in the distance. Blaze was…running? It was a sign of the apocalypse! Beside the great Charizard sprinted Cody, Vice’s loyal friend.

The lobster Pokemon looked to Shemp. <Yeah, jerk. That’s my trainer. He’s coming to kick your sorry ass! And Blaze will tear you a new one. Just you wait. Just. You. Wait. I’m a fucking deity, and you tried to kill me!> Vice used bubble beam and aimed it at Shemp’s face. <Heh. Heh. Heh. Assholes.> By the time the stream of bubbles ended, Cody and Blaze stood beside Shemp, their eyes ablaze. Clearly Cody wasn’t happy, and neither was Blaze. No one liked those two angry--no one.

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“Hey buddy…you just tried eating my Crawdaunt,” Cody muttered through gritted teeth. “Who do you think you are? Can’t you tell when a Pokemon has a trainer?”

“Obviously not,” Blaze snorted, his arms folded over his chest now.

Cody dipped his head in agreement, then narrowed his eyes at Shemp like Vice had just moments before. He saw everything. From the evil glare, to the bubble beam aimed at the man’s face--it was a little harsh coming from a Pokemon, and frankly, Cody didn’t mind. He wasn’t only upset with the male either, Vice had ran off--well, in this case…swam off. Vice was at fault for even leaving his side in the first place, which, in turn, got them into this mess. These messes were becoming more and more persistent now that Cody thought about it. Just the day before Blaze and Cody had rode a luggage cart into an elevator and almost died when he realized Pravus surrounded him--

“Hey now!” Cody barked as Vice started clubbing the ground below him. It was something he did while angry. That and clubbing people. Cody preferred it when he did the former as opposed to the latter. It was less of a hassle when he took out his anger on the floor, as well as less frightening and bothersome. “The ground didn’t do anything to ya, buddy.”

Blaze rolled his eyes and glowered at the group. Sure he wasn’t the biggest fan of Vice, but he was still his friend. “…Is that a fishing rod?” Blaze asked all of a sudden, forgetting that he was angry in the first place. Blaze and his fish Pokemon--he loved them. He loved them almost as much as he loved Twinkey’s…and that was impressive.

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My muse is shot from my lack of computer for such a long time. I'll work on it, haha. :3 Buuuut can someone say fishinggg?