01-01-2015, 10:43 PM
Lopunny woke to the sound of many many voices; hundreds of them way in the distance. Many of them were crying out with joy and laughter, while most were just having casual conversation. The sound reminded her of parties her trainer used to take her to, in fact she was convinced this was what she was hearing, but none of them were ever as large as the one she heard.
As her vision focused, she noticed she was in some open canyon; a path through the rock ahead of her. She could see figures moving in the distance; she couldn’t tell what they were just yet, but they weren’t approaching her.
She inspected herself. All her bruises and cuts were gone. Her fur had been brushed and combed to perfection. She pulled from her left ear the pocket watch medicham gave her.
‘Twenty-four hours? I’ve been out for twenty-four hours?’ She thought in surprise.
It was around this time, she noticed something around her neck. She tried to feel out what it was, but she couldn’t get a full gasp on it. She looked around. This part of the canyon was stocked up like a bedroom: half body sized vanity mirror, dresser, ect. She just now noticed she was lying down on a futon. She rises from the futon and onto her feet stepping over to the mirror.
Around her neck was a large pink bow that was tied in the back. In fact, looking into her reflection, she looked prettier than she had in a long time. Her coat was shimmering, her fluff was clean, and she smelled of lavender. She didn’t find it creepy that someone apparently groomed her in her sleep, that’s par from the course for most pokemon, but she wasn’t used to seeing herself like this. She blushed heavily at the sight, but at the same time, she really liked what she saw. She did a few generic modeling poses, imagining herself as one of the beauty pageant pokemon she’d see on TV.
She remembered the Lopunny she saw on that program, dancing for the crowd, surrounded by the light of her power. In front of the mirror, she did some of the ballet moves that Lopunny was doing, she imagined the oohs and ahhs of the crowd as she twirled in place in perfect balance. However, sleeping 24 hours straight has made her a little weak, she quickly got dizzy, spinning out of control and crashing back first onto the futon. She wasn’t even upset; she was still lost in the fantasy, giggling in delight.
She was so caught up in her elation; she didn’t notice someone walking into the canyon room thing.
“Ah, you’re awake!” The stranger said.
Lopunny jumped in surprise. The stranger wasn’t human, but she didn’t recognize it as any Pokemon she knew. It looked like a turtle with a green shell, but it stood on two legs. It wore thick-rimmed glasses.
“Please don’t be alarmed. We have no intention in hurting you. We did clean you up afterall.” He said. The turtle walked forward and bowed politely. “I’m Duggery, Duggery Koopa. Please stay here. The others will be so happy that you’re finally up!”
He ran off down the hall. Lopunny was having mixed emotions about all this. They must have been the ones who took care of her while she was out, but why would they do this?
Suddenly. a bunch of the turtles pour into the room; each of varying appearance. Some had hats, some had hair, but all of them looked with curiosity at the scared little bunny. Duggery walked in front of the group.
“Now now folks, don’t crowd her, you’ll just scare her.”
Another one of the turtles hands Duggery a plate composed of various steam cooked veggies. He sits down politely in front of her on the floor, placing the plate and a fork next to her on the futon. Slowly, she picked up the plate, inspecting it carefully. She takes a big whiff of it. It smelt pretty good. Knocking the fork to the floor, she picks up a piece of broccoli with her fingers, raising it to her mouth and eating it one big bite. The taste rushing passed her tongue; she gleefully starts munching down at a hasty pace.
“You must have been really hungry” Duggery said with a chuckle.
She hadn’t realized how hungry she was. She’d been too busy trying to survive. In fact, she doesn’t remember even eating the two days she was waiting.
‘I really needed this meal didn’t I?’ She thought
“Do you have a name?” Duggery asked. “Can you talk?”
She finished chewing her food and swallowed. Timidly, she began to talk.
“I- I don’t have a name. They just call me by my species.” She said nervously. “They call me Lopunny.”
Murmurs travel through the crowd of turtles.
“Well, Lopunny, we’re called Koopas.” Duggery spoke up. “That’s what our species is called.”
“Are you a type of Pokemon?” Lopunny asked.
The koopas all looked puzzled at this. The response confused Lopunny.
‘If they aren’t Pokemon, how do they understand what I’m saying?’ She thought to herself.
“Oh yeah, I must apologize. We kind of guessed you were a Prime when you made that crazy jump over the lava.”
She had already forgotten about that messy incident.
“Yeah, so we kind of figured your wounds would heal over time. So we may have had our mages put sleep spells on you until your wounds were gone.” Duggery explained; a bit embarrassed. “We also made sure you were fed. You looked a little undernourished. It was liquid food, it was all we could do while you were sleeping, but it’s better than nothing.”
“It’s okay,” said Lopunny, “At least I healed.”
“So um, we were wanting to ask,” Duggery was shifting in his seat, avoiding eye contact, “Could you please come with us so we may show you to our king? He’s never seen a Lopunny before, I think he’d be very much interested!”
She set aside her now empty plate. She thought about it. While the idea of meeting royalty made her a little nervous, anyone who rules such nice little turtle people must not be so bad.
“I don’t see why not!” She said.
Hundreds of koopas sit in a wide circle in a spacious area of the canyon. The rocks surrounding the walls make for a makeshift stadium. At one end is a huge Koopa, sitting on a pile of rocks in the shape of a throne with spikes on his shell and flaming red hair. He looks down to the middle of the area, where Lopunny stands, scared half to death.
As her vision focused, she noticed she was in some open canyon; a path through the rock ahead of her. She could see figures moving in the distance; she couldn’t tell what they were just yet, but they weren’t approaching her.
She inspected herself. All her bruises and cuts were gone. Her fur had been brushed and combed to perfection. She pulled from her left ear the pocket watch medicham gave her.
‘Twenty-four hours? I’ve been out for twenty-four hours?’ She thought in surprise.
It was around this time, she noticed something around her neck. She tried to feel out what it was, but she couldn’t get a full gasp on it. She looked around. This part of the canyon was stocked up like a bedroom: half body sized vanity mirror, dresser, ect. She just now noticed she was lying down on a futon. She rises from the futon and onto her feet stepping over to the mirror.
Around her neck was a large pink bow that was tied in the back. In fact, looking into her reflection, she looked prettier than she had in a long time. Her coat was shimmering, her fluff was clean, and she smelled of lavender. She didn’t find it creepy that someone apparently groomed her in her sleep, that’s par from the course for most pokemon, but she wasn’t used to seeing herself like this. She blushed heavily at the sight, but at the same time, she really liked what she saw. She did a few generic modeling poses, imagining herself as one of the beauty pageant pokemon she’d see on TV.
She remembered the Lopunny she saw on that program, dancing for the crowd, surrounded by the light of her power. In front of the mirror, she did some of the ballet moves that Lopunny was doing, she imagined the oohs and ahhs of the crowd as she twirled in place in perfect balance. However, sleeping 24 hours straight has made her a little weak, she quickly got dizzy, spinning out of control and crashing back first onto the futon. She wasn’t even upset; she was still lost in the fantasy, giggling in delight.
She was so caught up in her elation; she didn’t notice someone walking into the canyon room thing.
“Ah, you’re awake!” The stranger said.
Lopunny jumped in surprise. The stranger wasn’t human, but she didn’t recognize it as any Pokemon she knew. It looked like a turtle with a green shell, but it stood on two legs. It wore thick-rimmed glasses.
“Please don’t be alarmed. We have no intention in hurting you. We did clean you up afterall.” He said. The turtle walked forward and bowed politely. “I’m Duggery, Duggery Koopa. Please stay here. The others will be so happy that you’re finally up!”
He ran off down the hall. Lopunny was having mixed emotions about all this. They must have been the ones who took care of her while she was out, but why would they do this?
Suddenly. a bunch of the turtles pour into the room; each of varying appearance. Some had hats, some had hair, but all of them looked with curiosity at the scared little bunny. Duggery walked in front of the group.
“Now now folks, don’t crowd her, you’ll just scare her.”
Another one of the turtles hands Duggery a plate composed of various steam cooked veggies. He sits down politely in front of her on the floor, placing the plate and a fork next to her on the futon. Slowly, she picked up the plate, inspecting it carefully. She takes a big whiff of it. It smelt pretty good. Knocking the fork to the floor, she picks up a piece of broccoli with her fingers, raising it to her mouth and eating it one big bite. The taste rushing passed her tongue; she gleefully starts munching down at a hasty pace.
“You must have been really hungry” Duggery said with a chuckle.
She hadn’t realized how hungry she was. She’d been too busy trying to survive. In fact, she doesn’t remember even eating the two days she was waiting.
‘I really needed this meal didn’t I?’ She thought
“Do you have a name?” Duggery asked. “Can you talk?”
She finished chewing her food and swallowed. Timidly, she began to talk.
“I- I don’t have a name. They just call me by my species.” She said nervously. “They call me Lopunny.”
Murmurs travel through the crowd of turtles.
“Well, Lopunny, we’re called Koopas.” Duggery spoke up. “That’s what our species is called.”
“Are you a type of Pokemon?” Lopunny asked.
The koopas all looked puzzled at this. The response confused Lopunny.
‘If they aren’t Pokemon, how do they understand what I’m saying?’ She thought to herself.
“Oh yeah, I must apologize. We kind of guessed you were a Prime when you made that crazy jump over the lava.”
She had already forgotten about that messy incident.
“Yeah, so we kind of figured your wounds would heal over time. So we may have had our mages put sleep spells on you until your wounds were gone.” Duggery explained; a bit embarrassed. “We also made sure you were fed. You looked a little undernourished. It was liquid food, it was all we could do while you were sleeping, but it’s better than nothing.”
“It’s okay,” said Lopunny, “At least I healed.”
“So um, we were wanting to ask,” Duggery was shifting in his seat, avoiding eye contact, “Could you please come with us so we may show you to our king? He’s never seen a Lopunny before, I think he’d be very much interested!”
She set aside her now empty plate. She thought about it. While the idea of meeting royalty made her a little nervous, anyone who rules such nice little turtle people must not be so bad.
“I don’t see why not!” She said.
Hundreds of koopas sit in a wide circle in a spacious area of the canyon. The rocks surrounding the walls make for a makeshift stadium. At one end is a huge Koopa, sitting on a pile of rocks in the shape of a throne with spikes on his shell and flaming red hair. He looks down to the middle of the area, where Lopunny stands, scared half to death.
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