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Eevee TF Series
Part 4
Chapter II

As the day progressed, Eric's cab continuously bumped and veered through the streets and old cobblestone roads of rustic uptown Coledge, until it finally broke through the barrier of urbanity and crossed into a world of luscious green landscapes. The sun was only a two-hour's journey above the horizon of the distant shores of Lake Windbell, making everything in sight glow with an brilliant orange-gold tinge. Within the landscape of the low-set city behind him, a thin black-gray pillar rose and curled around itself, making larger and larger knots which broke in midair. The cab exited the main road and started making a steady ascent along the winding scenic route towards the higher reaches of a nature preserve. There lay Eric's destination in the historic Corwood Forest State Park.
The young, emboldened intern breathed a sigh of reverent bliss as the thickening brush began to darken the road before them. Overhead branches blanketed the road in a gentle, flashing shade in the bronze sunlight. He reached into his pocket and retrieved his small, trusty camera, as his excited impatience bubbled beyond control. He made sure to get snapshots of all the wondrous sights that called his attention. Every few hundred feet he would lean over to one side of the vehicle to get an increasingly better shot of the valley spread wide below. Indeed he was himself impressed; he showed each shot to his largely unimpressed driver, whose unwavering concentration was fixed on keeping his taxi from diving off the road and over the steep cliff which it hugged, though the temptation tickled his increasingly perturbed mind with every picture his touristy passenger shoved into his face.
The cab reluctantly stopped at numerous scenic photo-ops, at Eric's request. At each, his ballistic finger snapped shot after shot of the stunning valley scenes below him: the gray nucleus of the city, behind it the towering mountain, the placid, fog-bound lake, and the tree-topped hills that were contained within. He felt as though he were being given a graceful helicopter tour, hovering gently above the world decorated in all of its magnificent traits as they danced in a brilliant kaleidoscope of blues, greens, warm pinks, and golden-yellows.
"Hey, kid," the driver hollered from his seat as Eric stood in awe of the breathtaking view. "Park's gonna close soon, let's wrap up the sentimentals."
"Yeah, yeah I'll be right there," he lazily waved his hand to the side, paying little attention. With a squint he adjusted his camera's exposure and snapped one more satisfying picture before sprinting back to the cab. The crunch of crisp oak leaves beneath his steps filled the air with their ambiance.
At his wit's end with the photo stops upon which his passenger insisted, the driver heaved a sigh of genuine relief as the cab finally reached the road's summit and passed a large sign marking the entrance to the park. The darkening forest began to show the time of day, but golden sunlight could still be seen even through the thick shady canopy of pine and oak. The car circled through a small, empty parking lot and came to stop in front of a similarly small, well-shaded building covered with large panel windows littering the pale-blue walls and roof. A porch covered the entrance to the building and held a sign which read "Corwood Forest State Park".
"Thank god," the driver tiredly spoke under his breath in an unmarked big-city accent. Without skipping a beat, Eric gathered his scattered belongings and got out to pay his driver. "That'll be ten... ah, crap." His head hit the worn headrest in emotionless anguish. "Place is closed, look," he groaned, desperately dreading a return trip with his enthusiastic client. His fare calculator only incorporated mileage, and not the time it took to stop and take a dozen pictures.
Eric froze and looked over his shoulder at the concrete building, lit inside only by the dim sunlight to which the roof's skylight windows were exposed. Barely visible behind a row of trees were parked a pair of sleek, brown cars decorated with official police logos and markings. A tall park worker, not in any police uniform, was busy trying to figure out how to wrap crime scene tape around his entrance gate. He squinted over his shoulder into the dirty headlights of the cab and slowly walked toward the cab, leaving his knotted tape hanging from one railing of the gate.
The driver bit his lip at the approaching worker and looked out of his window to Eric. "Sorry kid, gotta take you back."
"Hang on." Eric leaned back from the window for a moment and tried to think fast.
The man shielded his eyes from the headlights, which the driver respectfully shut off. "H-hey, park's shut down today. You'll have to leave."
Eric avoided his driver's insisting stare. "What? Why? What happened?" he pretended not to notice the police cars or police tape.
"Why do you think?" the man muttered, obviously frustrated with the police presence. "See that police tape back there? I'm not putting that up for the fun of it."
Eric did, actually, think he was putting it up for the fun of it, and he tried to hide a smirk. "What happened?"
"Well, from what they told me, cops got a call from some guy who claims he saw a body in there," he nervously explained, pointing off towards the woods behind the untapped gate. "They don't know where, exactly, so they told me to close the whole damn park so they can investigate." He noted Eric's disappointed expression. "I know. It's a load of crap, right? They haven't even found the witness. There may not even be a guy in there."
Eric stood back closer to the car, sensing the driver's growing discomfort. "No one can go in?"
"Afraid not, kid. Place is 'officially' a crime scene, until I'm told otherwise."
"Could I just... stay out here and take pictures? That's all I really came here for," he gestured towards the landscape behind them. Eric tried to sway the man with childish innocence, even though he had only come to take pictures. He waved off the scoff his driver gave through the half-closed window.
"Well, I suppose that's okay. Really, I don't think anyone would care. Go ahead."
Eric smiled, grateful for the permission he was 'officially' granted. He paid his driver with a very polite tip. "You can go ahead and head back, I'm gonna meet a friend here in a little while. Thank you so much for the ride, sir," he added, tapping the roof of the car. With some argument, he managed to get the car to drive off, leaving him to the gold-kissed landscape below.
With blooming excitement, he turned around and took out his camera, looking over at the guard who watched and nodded, smiling. Almost blindly shooting random shots of golden trees and the gaping canopy above, Eric hoped his innocent guise was convincing enough to get the guard off of his back. Sure enough, the man soon left him and returned to his tape problem, eventually just wrapping it around the entire gate arm and leaving it at that; he decided that the police didn't need the extra decoration. He forgot about the strange kid completely and shuffled back into the dark concrete building.
Eric almost reeled over in delight with how easily he had isolated himself. He sneaked over to the central building, making sure that the guard could not hear the crisp leaves his light steps rustled. A shaky breath filled his lungs as he dashed past the dormant police vehicles perched like tree roots, towards the crudely-wrapped gate arm. After that singular barrier, he would be a kid in a candy store of perfect shots. He only hoped his camera battery could handle another hour or so of his quick pace. Taking a long look back at the powerless building and the two patrol cars, he snapped a quick mocking picture of his opponents before ducking around the gate and taking off down the one-lane asphalt road which led off into the forbidden woods.
The trees leaned over the road in a graceful leafy arch. Almost nothing could be seen beyond the dark walls they made. Occasionally a small clearing or manmade path was cut into the natural barrier, however the visibility was severely restricted by the foliage and dimming sunlight.
A large map station posted in between the forking legs of the path explained that the road made a large loop around the park, with several smaller paths branching off for various stops along the way. A narrow stream cut through the winding arc of the main road and brackets marked bridges where the stream met a path.
He stepped away from the map to choose carefully between the two pathway directions. The left path glowed a familiar orange-gold color and warm sunlight shone through the thin forestry. Likely, that path was cut along the cliff overlooking the lake below. Silently, he admitted he had several landscape shots for one day. The path to his right was a bit darker, probably not as touched by the sun. Moss grew on the trees and gave it a cool, damp aesthetic which was just as tempting as the sunlit path. Another look at the map confirmed that the stream was nearby on the right, and so he decided to go right to get some pictures of the freshwater stream. Darkness in the forest also meant good cover if a couple of policemen happened to come walking by. Absolutely silent, he took another look around him to check for any distant footsteps. When all he could hear was the fast stream and the chirping of evening insects, he got his camera ready and made his way, like a mouse, down the dark, right path towards the stream.

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Across the streets, Ron could see the alluring, sparkling whitecaps of the short waves on the clear surface of Lake Windbell. A nice refreshing wind was blowing down from the mountain behind him, drawing him over to the shaded oasis. The white sandy shore was only about half of a mile away, and he was carefully scanning the area for velvety brown hair and brightly-colored clothing of Valencia Tuman. He gently tapped the lump in his pocket to some catchy rhythm in his head as he strolled down the empty street toward the sparsely populated beach.
As he stepped onto an old wooden deck he immediately heard a voice to his left shout out his name. A quick glance showed that Valencia was far over to his left, almost imperceptible without her arm waving high above her head. As Ron squinted a her it appeared she had just gotten out of the water to look for him. Between them was a wide stream spanned only by an old, stony pedestrian bridge. As he walked across, water babbled quietly only a few feet below. A natural drop conveying water from the lake to the stream formed a small waterfall which broke the wind with a soft, murmured trickling against the smooth rocks. Over on the left side of the bridge, Ron could see that the stream continued along, winding its way past the mountains and towards the city.
Ron was halfway across the bridge when a light chill tickled his forehead. He looked up and noticed that the mountain's steep face was, where he was standing, eclipsing the sun from his view, as everything around him was painted in a darker shade. He could feel the cool, heavy wind blowing down the hills towards him. The mountain cast enormous slabs of rock that had been blasted away years ago for a road, and all that was left was a curious, grayscale monument formed in the differently-aged deposits. When he finally reached the end of the bridge, he ran over next to Valencia and jumped on the top of one of these outlying rock slabs and reclined on it, bathing in the shadows of the stone giant.
In the private cove, waves gently brushed up against the shoreline of smooth pebbles and patches of grass, almost silently. The wind blowing around the large rock slabs created a pristine setting. A soft-lit circle of a moon commanding the delicate tide reflected in the outer waters.
Valencia sidled up alongside Ron and joined him on the rock with no excess of patience, lying down next to him. She noticed his lack of energy, and his slightly-greased face.
"Took you long enough, what kept you?"
Ron opened one eye and looked beside him at the worry in her darkened gaze. Hoping to put the chaotic day behind him, he brushed off her concerns. "N-nothing, what do you mean?"
Valencia knew all too well about Ron's habit of avoiding concerns. She sighed and propped her chin on her fist, unconvinced. "Your face is a bigger mess than usual. What, did you get trip down a flight of stairs or something?"
Ron shook his head in dismay and saw her giggle. "Yeah, it's the strangest thing, you know? Stairs just hate me today." He rolled onto his side and angled himself towards her. "No, I got in a little situation coming back to the hotel." Her face crinkled a bit. "We passed by this fire-"
"Oh, my goodness, you mean that fire? I could see it from here! It looked awful!"
"Well, 'passed by' isn't exactly right... Corbyn kinda dragged me-"
Valencia's gaze slowly turned towards the rising and falling waves, her mind drifting off. "I couldn't imagine what would happen if my house caught on fire."
"He got this crazy idea that there was someone inside."
"I mean, what would I do? All of my things would be just... gone, like that."
"And he decided he was going to be a hero and run right in-"
Valencia suddenly snapped from her digression. "Wait- what?!"
It was Ron's turn to laugh. He sat up and told her what happened; how Corbyn had led him halfway across town on a wild chase just to follow some strange sound he claimed to have heard. "We both heard something- I mean I kinda heard it, but just barely... something really high pitched. He insisted that it was Eevee and claimed he saw it jump out of the building, on the second floor of all places. Then his dumb ass 'follows' it and jumps out of the window right before the building explodes."
Valencia's eyes lit up, each clouded by the reflection of the pillar of smoke rising far behind her friend. "Holy- is he okay?"
"Are you kidding, this is Corbyn; the guy who got his face kicked in by a goat on a school field trip. He just got the wind knocked out of him when he landed flat on his face. He's sore, but he should be alright, all except for his bruised ego."
Valencia sank back down onto her back and stared up at the nearly-full moon above them. The soft rolling of waves guided her thoughts. "Well, perhaps he really did see something? I don't think he's crazy- well, going into a burning building is crazy, but he's certainly brave if he was trying to rescue Eevee... But, what happened to him? Eevee, I mean."
Ron shrugged, his arms sprawled out in surrender. "No one saw anything. I certainly didn't. The guy's still crazy, whether or not he was trying to be a hero."
"Fair enough," she rolled her eyes and sat back up again. "Well, do you still have him in that... pokéball?"
Ron took the ball out of his pocket and showed her. The act of revealing it had lost its sense of mysticism and was beginning to feel almost natural to him, especially since they were well out of view of any onlookers. He handed the orb over to Valencia, who studied it over with unrestrained curiosity.
"Well... maybe he is delusional. Maybe it was stress from seeing Mrs. Ruck faint like that, or just stress in general. Either way, he still tried to rescue somebody. Speaking of which, how the hell did Eevee get out? Did you bump something?"
The chaotic scene unfolded in Ron's mind in the same painstakingly slow pace as he had experienced it. He recalled the panic he had to force down upon seeing Eevee not only out of his cage, but right behind his supervisor. He remembered the chilling sound of the machine activating, and the unsettling glow of her emerald eyes before they flashed. He remembered holding his breath in the sudden fog of shock in the room, and having to push through it to capture the untamed creature he had unknowingly unleashed before his peers. "I really don't know, to be honest," Ron took a deep sigh, as regret swallowed him. "He sorta just got out on his own, I guess, without anyone noticing." He looked up at Val, still studying the red and white casing. "Can they do that?"
She didn't look away from the lightweight metal. "Can who do what?"
"Can they just get out on their own? I'm not exactly the expert on this subject."
"I know," she half-smiled, not noticing the worry in her friend's face. Of course she was more than happy to profess on a subject she fantasized about regularly. "Well, I suppose it's possible. Some are able to come out at will, but normally they're just summoned. They actually don't spend a lot of time outside, in the show I mean. Their trainers let them out on occasion, though."
"Wait- trainers?" he interrupted. "I thought they were like aliens, or something... aliens that look like animals... weird mutated animal things..." He sat up suddenly and turned to face her. He heard a soft, metallic clink against the rock and saw that the red-and-white sphere had fallen out of Valencia's hands. It rolled to a stop on the grass next to them and glowed red. Eevee jumped out in a familiar flamboyant spectacle, and, as Ron expected, shouted a shrill Vee!
"Huh... well, there you go!" Valencia chimed, "guess he can get out when he wants."
The weird mutated fox thing tried desperately to jump on the rock between them, reaching up high on the edge with its front paws and scuffling its back paws on the ground, making his two human companions laugh. Ron reached over and gently gripped his mane, pulling him up and releasing him onto the smooth rock. He rolled onto his back and started pawing at the loose wet strands of Valencia's hair that dangled above him, and at her arm when she reached to rub his exposed belly. He then made his way onto her chest and started kissing her smooth, damp cheeks. She laughed uncontrollably and struggled to contain him.
She finally got a hold of him and gently placed him in her lap, looking up at Ron triumphantly. "Do you think he can swim?" Eevee gave her a curious look with his shimmering eyes.
Ron grinned. "It wouldn't surprise me. What am I talking about, he hasn't stopped surprising me." Eevee looked up from his position between Valencia's knees and saw the glimmering water in front of him that stretched out to infinity and met the afternoon sky's soft, inviting azure shade. He squeaked and scurried off of the rock in a graceless bound and dashed towards the crystalline lake. Ron and Valencia sat up with their arms and watched proudly as the small brown fluff hesitated on the rocky shore before dabbing a shaky paw into the water. He jumped at the icy sensation, but soon had his whole paw submerged. He looked back at his human friends and reported an approving Vee! He then scuttled in deeper, with the water coming up to his neck. He shouted at Ron and Valencia to join as he started lapping up the cool, fresh water.
"Come on, Ron," Valencia pleaded, already getting up from the rock. "Can't keep him waiting."
"Ahh... you know I'm not big on swimming. Besides, I didn't bring any other clothes."
"I got you covered," she teased, tugging at his coat sleeve.
"Val," he resisted uneasily.
"But look at that faceeee!"
"I'll just watch from here..."
"Hmph! You give me no choice, Ron," she suddenly grabbed his wrist with both hands and pulled him off of the rock in a quick motion which caught Ron off-guard.
"W-wait! Ah! No!" he laughed hysterically. He quickly lost his balance upon falling from the rock. Without mercy, Valencia giggled and took advantage of his stumble as she tugged him with all of her strength towards the water's edge. Ron started to feel the rocks scratch against his coat and tried to stand up, without success. Valencia again gave him a tug and he fell forwards into the icy water, screaming and flailing. She let go of his arm, giggling wildly, allowing it to get wet as well. A now-soaked Ron jumped back up onto his feet, the lake's water dripping from his sleeves in twin waterfalls.
"Hoooooly hell" he whined, shaking his arms out. "Damn, that's cold!" He wrestled the heavy coat off his back and tossed it towards the large rock on the shore. His head fell to his shoulder in defeat as it largely missed the rock and landed in the one patch of sand on the shore. In an excited rush, Eevee jumped and splashed through the water towards him, ultimately leaping at the figure paralyzed by the cold and knocking him back down with a loud impact. Ron slowly tried to stand up and succeeded, evading the excited fox's tongue as he ran over to the dry shore, away from the spattering frenzy.
"Oh, come on, Ron! It's not that bad. See, look- even Eevee likes it!"
Vee Vee!
Ron sat and stared back at the two, letting out a sigh as he shook the sand from his arguably cheap, but not undesirable coat. "Just let me sit here and watch. You two have fun. I need to dry out." He emphasized his decision by wringing out his soaked sleeve.
"Whatever, you're no fun. Come on, Eevee!"
Vee!
The two went off frolicking in the cool sparkle of the lake as Ron sat back, smiling at them while he bathed in the slowly-setting sun.
If Eevee hadn't known how to swim before, he was certainly making excellent progress. He was no longer touching the bottom of the water, and was happily paddling around Valencia who stood in knee-deep water next to him. As she knelt down and came face to face with the fox, he licked her face again before swimming further out.
"Haha! Hey, wait up, Vee!" She began stroking swiftly in pursuit, following in his graceless rippling wake. He looked over at her with ears angled wide and squeaked, increasing his speed with more frantic splashes. Whatever he was doing, it was working, as he was soon several yards away.
"You cant out-swim me, I'm a lifeguard!" She began paddling faster and dived when she was far enough from the rocky shore. The water was her second home, and she was gracefully sweeping around in her element. Her underwater vision was one of her highly prized talents, though it was still a bit blurry. The sun glimmered against smooth brown-gray rocks that were scattered across the floor several feet beneath, fish occasionally shined in and out of existence before disappearing into the ambient color of the water. Up ahead, Eevee's wild paws made a constant cloud of bubbles above her. In a few strokes she passed underneath him and shot up right in front of him, giving him a startle that stopped him in his tracks. As she laughed, spraying water everywhere, Eevee maneuvered around her and jumped on her head. Before he could start tangling her hair she reached up to grab him and held him against her chest. He squirmed defiantly as she leaned back and began floating face-up. In fascination, the feisty fox calmed down and nestled on her chest.
"Hey Ron!" she called. She displayed her mastery of the little menace.
He nodded back at her with a smile.
She began making her way back over to the shore, still on her back, and held Eevee in a gentle bundle as she stood up to get out of the water. Eevee promptly jumped out and shook out his fur excitedly, like a dog after a bath.
"Looks like he had fun," Ron muttered lazily. He stretched out and sat upright as the two swimmers approached his rock.
"I guess he loves swimming! He's almost a natural!"
The small, wet face looked up at the woman with astonishment. He flinched at the word 'almost' and took up the challenge. He darted back into the water without waiting for anyone, chirping all the way.
"Aw," Valencia laughed. "He doesn't want to stop."
"Are you going to go back in?"
"Nah, not right now. Maybe in a bit." Valencia hopped on the rock that Ron leaned against. She took the damp coat which was carefully laid out in her spot, and tossed it onto Ron's face.
"Hey!" came a muffled cry from within. He pulled off the coat and placed it on his lap neatly. "I'm trying to dry that."
"Sorry," she giggled. She looked out at the brown blur in the splashing water. "He's adorable," she admitted calmly, wringing water from her darkened hair. Perched like the lifeguard she was, she watched him swimming in circles and looking over his shoulders expecting some other intimidating human shark to pop up in front of him. He started dipping his small head below water in curious anxiety.
"I wonder what he's thinking, you know, Ron?" Valencia sighed.
"What do you mean?"
"Just, his thought process, you know? Like obviously he's intelligent... somewhat. Sure, he must be excited, but..." she paused. "We see him as some impossibly real thing from a... from a seemingly unreal world. What does he see us as? He just pops into our lives and acts like it's completely normal, as if it's just a normal day for him. Isn't he lonely without any friends like him, or any family? Is he even alone here?"
Ron stood with a blank expression and sighed. "I guess I've never really thought about that..."
"There's a lot you don't think about, Ron," she patted his knee with her wet palm. "But like, does this mean that they're real? Somewhere?"
"Sure, I guess." Ron started breathing slowly, his eyes falling shut calmly.
"Wouldn't it be great to go to their world, to see more? To get out of the house and make friends with cute guys like Eevee? To go out and have an adventure every day." She looked longingly at the cloudy sky.
"Sure, I guess."
Valencia paused and stared at Eevee. He had taken notice of the fish near the shore and was chasing after each of them, barking and splashing carelessly. "I wonder what it's like to be a pokémon..."
Ron smirked in his half-sleep. "You've said that before."
"Can you imagine that, though? Being happy as can be in your own natural environment and not having a care in the world? No responsibilities or anything?"
"Like we are now?"
"And you have those awesome abilities- powers over your environment and the elements."
"Yeah, I remember you saying something like that, like your favorite- that bluish fish thing..."
"Vaporeon."
"Yeah, that one."
"Vaporeon has such wonderful abilities, like Aqua Jet..."
"What's that?"
"Oh, it's a power it has- it can spray a powerful stream of water from its mouth."
"Hmm. Can Eevee do that?" Ron sat up beside her, staring at the horizon.
"I don't believe so... at least not as powerful as-"
"Then what's he doing?" Ron interrupted with a finger pointed out at the water. Eevee was stirring a large torrent of white, turbulent water, flailing his paws in every possible direction. He then dove underwater, only his tail being visible in the calming water before completely disappearing under the blue-green surface.
"Perhaps he's just trying to dive, maybe he got spooked by a fish..." Valencia leaned forward and stared at the motionless water where Eevee went under. "He's been down for a while, though, longer than I've ever seen him."
They looked at each other.
"I better go check on him." Immediately Valencia jumped off of the rock and hit the ground running, dashing for the water without losing her footing on the slippery rocks. Ron followed at a slower pace, nervously avoiding the water.
As soon as his feet were at the water's edge, Valencia was already diving where Eevee went down. Ron stood on the rocks with a worried look as he saw Valencia's feet disappear.
He knew he had nothing to worry about. When she was in high school, Valencia held the record for the fastest time in everything, and could hold her breath for at least two minutes. Besides, she was a professional lifeguard. His breathing sped up, and his fist clenched nervously at his side. No medical training in the world could help him resuscitate an alien creature, especially one with such a small mouth.
He continued staring for what felt like far more than two minutes, his knees shaking as his mind frantically spun about in fear of the situation. Surely it shouldn't take that long to dive down a couple feet and retrieve a sinking furball, kicking or not. A cool breath rushed into his palpitating body as he thought he saw movement, but his face flushed when all he saw was an explosion of bubbles rush up to the surface and erupt violently.
Part 4
Chapter II
(Updated 5/20/2015)

Ah, nothing like a good 6-and-a-half pages to build some suspense! I agree, a bit more than my usual 4 pages, but I think it was necessary.

So, here we see Eric in his misadventures in Corwood Forestry Reserve, and we learn (le gasp!) it is a crime scene!
Ron finally meets Valencia over at the lake (and what scenery! I would like to try drawing this sometime; that and Eric's photos) While in paradise, Ron is horrified as the unthinkable happens. What is it, you might ask? Well, you'll just have to wait and find out!

Pokemon is (c) Nintendo
Ron, Cathy, and all minor characters are (c) :iconchristopherf10:
Eric is (c) :iconlatios111:
Valencia is (c) :icongolferdude666:
Corbyn is (c) :iconcorbynprower:

Victoria is (c) :iconwarriorcatgirl365:
Crystal is (c) :iconnixillumbreon:


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Gorchard Featured By Owner May 20, 2015
I plan to reread this eventually when I have time. I swear I have a mini heart attack every time I see this title, hoping that it's a new chapter.
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ChristopherF10 Featured By Owner May 21, 2015  Student Writer
Yeahhhh ^^; I'll have to make a journal about that xD sorry
I just want people to be able to see the progress I'm making on renewing the old chapters (before getting into new stuff xP)
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Gorchard Featured By Owner May 21, 2015
And it's great to see your making progress!
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ChristopherF10 Featured By Owner May 21, 2015  Student Writer
Mhmm!! :D
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FNAFFAN247 Featured By Owner May 21, 2015  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
You're not alone, mate
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ColorTheSnowbreon Featured By Owner May 20, 2015  Student Writer
I was reading halfway wondering why it was familiar only to find out its an update of it lol. Good job!
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ChristopherF10 Featured By Owner May 21, 2015  Student Writer
Yeahhhh ^^; I'll have to make a journal about that xD sorry
I just want people to be able to see the progress I'm making on renewing the old chapters (before getting into new stuff xP)
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ColorTheSnowbreon Featured By Owner May 21, 2015  Student Writer
Lol good idea im sorta doing that too right now as well ^^;
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ChristopherF10 Featured By Owner May 21, 2015  Student Writer
o3o oh yeah??
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ColorTheSnowbreon Featured By Owner May 21, 2015  Student Writer
Yeah im basically rewriting the pld chapter to improve the new lol
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ChristopherF10 Featured By Owner May 25, 2015  Student Writer
Niiiiice ^^
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ColorTheSnowbreon Featured By Owner May 25, 2015  Student Writer
Your eevee tf story series is fun!
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ChristopherF10 Featured By Owner May 25, 2015  Student Writer
Thanks, I try to make it fun /)u(\
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Creeper-mode Featured By Owner May 20, 2015
I think I'll reread my forth time. xD
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ChristopherF10 Featured By Owner May 20, 2015  Student Writer
Shhhh xP I'm just notifying my watchers that these chapters have been re-done
kinda giving perspective to my painstakingly slow progress...
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Creeper-mode Featured By Owner May 20, 2015
hehheh. actually its fine. xD
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nalaiscool Featured By Owner May 29, 2011
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golferdude666 Featured By Owner Jul 25, 2010
YAY! Getting REALLY good!
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ChristopherF10 Featured By Owner Jul 25, 2010  Student Writer
Thank you! Don't hold your breath (lol, a pun!) It gets better!
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golferdude666 Featured By Owner Jul 25, 2010
I look forward to it! I live in Utah, so fireworks are legal 14 days out of the year. State holiday was yesterday, we are discharging our civilian-level fireworks tonight. YAY, SMOKE BOMBS!
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ChristopherF10 Featured By Owner Jul 26, 2010  Student Writer
Yay! :D
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golferdude666 Featured By Owner Jul 26, 2010
One of the few things that will not scare my dogs out of their minds. (God bless them, they're too cute to be tormented by a holiday staple.)
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ChristopherF10 Featured By Owner Jul 26, 2010  Student Writer
:D Oh, goodness.
Lol liking the new avatar pic!
I'm working on Val's 'big moment' right now (but don't go and tell everyone, knowhatimean?) ;D
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golferdude666 Featured By Owner Jul 26, 2010
Thank you kindly. The background pic was shown to me by :iconmidnakillzall:, and I used Paint to insert the text. And of course. Why would I post a spoiler about such a story? No, if it's not done by tonight, I have something to look forward to all week. It's nice to have something like this that I can be a part of. Happy writings!
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ChristopherF10 Featured By Owner Jul 29, 2010  Student Writer
Thank you! It might be a while before I get it up, though. I'm thoroughly editing and revising what I have to make it sound more believable and, well, awesomer.
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Latios111 Featured By Owner Jul 24, 2010  Student General Artist
:noes: I walked into a crime scene :noes:
lol :XD: great job
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ChristopherF10 Featured By Owner Jul 24, 2010  Student Writer
thanks! :D
XD Oh, that Eric. Such a bad kid!
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Latios111 Featured By Owner Jul 25, 2010  Student General Artist
lol :XD: such a trouble maker
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warriorcatgirl365 Featured By Owner Jul 23, 2010
suspense!!!!!!!!!!!
Umbreon's sounds: Umbreon umbree bree um breon
Vaporeon: va vaporeon por poreon(im not sure about the last one)
Glaceon: Glace Glaceon Ceon Gla
Leafeon: Leaf Leafeon Feon Lee
Jolteon: Jolt Jolteon and some dog like yelping-whimpering sounds when it gets hurt
Flareon: Flare Flareon
Espeon: Espii Espeon speon
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ChristopherF10 Featured By Owner Jul 24, 2010  Student Writer
Oh noes the dreaded horror of da suspense!!! :3

well I knew they said variations of their names, but I didn't quite know how they said them; like, I figured that Vappy was a bit high pitched, and Jolty possibly a bit like a growl. And Youtube does not help in the least (All I find are "tributes" or music videos.)
I found one site where I can watch episodes for free, but they are incredibly slow and take forever to buffer.
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warriorcatgirl365 Featured By Owner Jul 24, 2010
I know!!! It makes me tremble with anticipation!

hey if you here--->[link] it lists all the 4th gen pokemon. Jusst find the pokemon you want click on it and then scroll down till you find the list of episodes they are in. got to youotube and watch that episode.
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corbynprower Featured By Owner Jul 23, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
ooh dear what has happened now
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ChristopherF10 Featured By Owner Jul 24, 2010  Student Writer
:3 you'll have to wait and see.
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corbynprower Featured By Owner Jul 24, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
indeed
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