[X] My Assistant

[Toogee]

Discussion Thread

“Darius Dovakin, the rising trainer of dragons, has finally exited the woods of Furoh to take on the fields of Loch Ranch. A mysterious voice (yours truly) has taken residence in his mind, demanding that he solves a riddle: go to the darkest corner behind a lock that needs no key. Not even the wood fence surrounding the ranch would stop the dragon trainer from finding this fiend. One could only imagine the strong words he had in store for this mysterious telepath, er, I mean me.”

“Hey, I’m the only one who can hear you! You don’t have to keep repeating why I’m here over and over again! I get it!”

“Darius gazed in frustration over the foothills of Mt. Carello that made up the ranch. Green fields stretched for miles. A herd of stantler galloped over these hills, playing about in the morning sun. A flock of tailow flew overhead, searching for the ranchers that would spread out the feed. Amon all the scenery, Darius had an epiphany.”

“Wait…if you’re describing all this stuff and it’s happening now, that means you’re here! Show yourself!”

“Darius turned all around to find any pokemon that were watching him. What he found caused him to jump back. The blank pink eyes of an espurr looked right up to him. Darius had never encountered such a pokemon; it looked like something out of a horror movie. Clearly, he was scared.”

“I’m not scared! It caught me offguard, whatever it is.”

“Scared out of his mind.”

“SHUT UP!”

“Mighty Dovakin cowers to a little kitty cat. Perhaps he will cry.”

“ARRR THIS IS YOU!”

“Esp!”

“Darius drew his sword and pointed it to the espurr, convinced that the voice in his head was coming from the pokemon. Naturally, the espurr turned tail and fled, not wanting to find out what Darius was going to do with his sword. The dragon trainer gave chase, determined to finally end this madness…”

“Get out of my head, you scary- I mean, scaredy cat!”
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Nessie was running across the field and up the steps of the Loch residence. She found her grandpa reading the paper, while her grandma was cooking a big breakfast for the staff. The girl entered the dining room, taking a moment to catch her breath.

“Gramps! Granny! There’s a man chasing our pokemon!”

“Ah, another rambunctious trainer trying to prove his might,” John Loch replied, barely looking up from the paper. “Grab your pokemon and sort him out. Get Molly to back you up.”

“But this guy has a sword and he keeps yelling at…nothing.”

John put down his paper; this certainly didn’t happen every day. He rubbed his mustache to ponder the situation.

“Should I call the police?” Nessie asked.

“That shouldn’t be necessary right now. Besides, Scott’s way closer. His number should be on my desk. See if he’s around.”

“And ask how he likes his eggs,” Virginia added.

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“Farewell and go bust some litterers for me!” Darius shouted to Scott as he left. He turned to the Lochs to bid them farewell as well.

“With that, I too must depart. My adventure must continue! More evils must be vanquished!”

“Just stay out of trouble,” Mr. Loch said as Darius walked out of the house.
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Once he was on the road, Darius summoned his charmeleon to accompany him. Bindy emerged with a roll, standing back up to flash a pair of jazz hands. Her trainer did his best not to crack a smile (“It’s a warrior’s scowl!”) as he delivered the news.

“Bindy, we’re headed back east! The dragon trainers are gathering to honor the late great Grandmaster Beed. We shall join them. Onward!”

The two ran down the road together, eager for their next adventure.

A jeep parked in front of the manmade cave of Loch Ranch. Two ranchers were tasked to find the telepathic pokemon inside, possibly injured from a scuffle with a crazed man. The two were armed with their secret weapons: umbrellas. They took a stroll inside, careful not to wake the roosting zubats. A small figure moved right past them, causing the ranchers to turn their heads to find the culprit. That was when the voice entered their heads.

“I’m flattered you’ve come to check up on me. Thankfully, I am not injured. In fact, I was never in any danger whatsoever. You would be surprised how many times you can trick the same person with the same trick over and over, even on the same day! Darius was so desperate to find me, he settled for whatever creature he happened upon. All that time talking to the noibat and he never bothered to look what was above him.”

The ranchers knew they weren’t supposed to look up. All the horror movies they watched told them not to look up. Yet they knew they had to; they couldn’t help it. Slowly, they tilted their heads upward to find several noibat flittering around a massive pair of wings stretched over them. These wings were attached to a creature much larger than a noibat. In fact, it was its larger cousin: a noivern. The noivern stared back at the ranchers, partaking in a thin mint cookie he had stored away.

“Boo.”

The swarm of zubat erupted in screeches as they were awakened by the simple word. They gave chase to the ranchers until they left the Narrator in peace once more.