Ok, this is taking longer than I thought to type this up, so I'll give you part of what I do have. R&R please, since I'm still typing it I can make changes. (Whoever can tell me how to indent on Pokegym, I'd really appreciate it. I don't know how I can indent just one word...)
Chapter 12 Part 2
After Palkia had mercilessly thrown them through the hole in space, Thunder, Jack and Spark had tumbled and slid a couple of feet before sprawling out onto a leafy forest floor with their new injuries.
“I just don’t get it,” Jack said while picking himself up from the ground. “I was hit by what must have been a few thousand volts of electricity just three days ago, but I’m perfectly fine now. No burns, no paralysis, nothing, like it never happened.”
That prompted Spark to say: “And I got a concussion a few minutes after that,” Breaking off, the Raichu started twitching, his tail slicing the air behind him, but he quickly recovered. “And there’s nothing wrong with me.” He concluded, oblivious to his momentary lapse.
“Well,” Jack said, slowly edging away from Spark. “Let’s find Mew, eh?”
“Wait, what’s that?” Thunder asked, pointing to a small, colorful disc at Jack’s feet.
Jack picked it up and examined it, at a loss until he found a small tag tied through a hole in the disc’s center.
“According to this tag,” He said, his eyes growing bigger as he continued to read, “That Technical Machines just got a lot more advanced. This is something that will change history forever, if this paper is right.”
“Get on with it!” Thunder exclaimed, his tail twitching impatiently.
“Ok, I won’t dramatize the most important moment ever.” The human said, hands on his hips. “This is the new Wonder TM, it instantly teaches any Pokémon every move it could ever be capable of learning, whether the move is normally learned through breeding, TM, naturally or Move Tutor, and it never breaks. It also teaches a special move, one that can’t normally be learned by almost every Pokémon.”
“Let me see that!” Thunder said, grabbing for the TM, inadvertently switching it on at the same time. Three painful seconds later his entire body felt like it was on the verge of exploding.
“Well,” the dazed Pikachu said to Jack and Spark. “I think that it worked, and it came with a free Icicle Plate too.”
Spark, annoyed that he didn’t partake in the long dialogue, quickly thought of a way to get them all moving.
“Guys,” he said in what he hoped was a panicked voice. “I’m getting that feeling again, but it’s different this time. If we stand here too long, a Groudon will step on us, ending our story right now.”
“Groudon?” Jack asked skeptically. “Why would a Groudon be in the middle of this stupid jungle? And why did you use the word ‘Story’? Wouldn’t ‘Life’ be easier?”
“I don’t know why Groudon would be here, or why I used that word, but can we just move before it happens?”
And this time, Thunder and Jack heeded Spark’s request, running off into the trees, never to know that just a few seconds later, Mew showed up, sighing in exasperation at the Raichu’s idiocy.
* * *
The Rain Forest of Guyana is more than sixty-two thousand two hundred and fifty square acres in size, trees filling the valleys and covering the mountains with a soft green blanket. Rivers wind through like winding blue snakes, creating waterfalls and swamps to support the huge variety of wildlife that make the tree’s their home. The temperature wasn’t above eighty, but the humidity was, making the area under the leafy canopy muggy, and much less pleasant than it could have been. Low growing shrubs and bushes make travel extremely difficult for those who try to penetrate Guyana’s depths unprepared, forcing those who can’t readily push by it to crawl on the root riddled dirt, through mud when close enough to one of the many swamps.
Most of this effect, however, was lost on the three companions, only the bad things processed through to their brains, transforming what could be a halfway pleasant hike to a long, sweaty, hungry ordeal.
“We’re lost, aren’t we?” Spark asked after half and hour of trudging through the forest. “This is just great, I’m tired and hungry, and on top of that, we’re lost.”
“Oh shut up Spark,” Jack snapped. “You were the one who was so impatient to get going. At least you can walk under these stupid bushes, I have to crawl. Now, why don’t you shut up and save your energy for walking?”
Spark was about to open his mouth again, but saw the look Jack gave him and thought better of it, settling for silent fuming.
And the silence continued for another ten minutes, the only sounds were those of the three companions pushing through the undergrowth, and those of wild animals, running from the strange creatures who were invading their homes.
“What’s that?” Thunder suddenly asked, stopping the other two so they could see.
“That Thunder,” Jack replied, his tone patronizing. “The thing that you’re pointing to right now is what most people call a boulder. They’re like pebbles, only bigger.”
Turning to Spark, Jack did a dramatic eye roll and smacked his face with his palm, as if unable to believe the stupidity of the question that he just answered. The Raichu replied by pointing his paw at the side of his head, and then turned it counter clockwise, making a bird noise while doing so.
“No Jack, not the boulder, the pink stuff on the boulder, please try not to let your true stupidity show.”
“Wait, is that strawberry jelly on the boulder? We’re saved!” Spark exclaimed.
Running over to the giant grey rock, Spark leapt up onto it and started to lick the jelly.
“Spark, wait! That can’t be jelly, where did it come from?” Jack said.
“I don’t care where it came from, but this tastes just like fresh strawberries, come join me.”
Jack hesitated for a second or two, and then yielded to temptation and hunger, ignoring his better judgment. Crashing through the plants in his way, the human skidded to a stop next to Spark, picked a fresh spot and began to lick the jelly.
Then the jelly quivered and spoke.
“Get off of me you idiots!”
It rose into a glove like shape and a face appeared, two black dots for eyes and a straight black line the slashed through the pink was the mouth.
“I do NOT appreciate being woken up by two morons licking me because I am not jelly, I’m a Ditto. My name is Jimmy, what’re yours, Tweedledee and Tweedledumb?”
“Jiminy?” Jack asked. “You mean like the singing cricket? I’m Jack by the way.”
“No, JIMMY! My name is Jimmy, not Jiminy. And don’t answer rhetorical questions, it just annoys people.”
“And why are you here, luring idiots in close with your body Jimmy?” Thunder asked, jumping up onto the rock with Spark.
“Ah, Tweedledumber joins us.” The Ditto said, his voice filled with irritation. “Don’t tell me your name now, just wait. You and Tweedledumb can tell me your names once I start taking you to Mew.”
* * *
“We’re here.” Jimmy announced after another four hours of torture, sliding into a large clearing.
“Finally,” Jack moaned, stumbling and scraping his palms on the leafy forest floor.
“I thought you said it was close!” Spark said, closely following Jack.
Jimmy turned around, a sneer formed on his face, but Ditto’s weren’t built to sneer, so it just made everyone who could see it want to laugh.
“I did, and we were,” He said, glaring at the snickering Pokémon. “But after you two woke me up by licking me, I decided to take you on the scenic route to get here, didn’t you enjoy cooling down in that river?”
“Great job you guys,” Thunder yelled, hopping over a large root. “You made this stupid Ditto waste time, and time is running out. Now, where is Mew?”
Jimmy blinked in surprise, amazed at the amount of ferocity that question was asked with, surely three hours wouldn’t make any difference.
When the pink blob didn’t answer right away, Thunder leapt forward, attempting to strangle the unfortunate Pokémon.
He really tried to kill him, but strangling someone only works when you can grab them. But when Thunder tried to grab Jimmy, his paws went right through the Ditto’s body with only the slightest amount resistance, it was like trying to grab water, except water doesn’t squish.
Jimmy and Thunder both looked down at Thunder’s paws, then the latter recoiled back a few steps, tripping over the same root he had jumped over before.
A now somewhat sheepish Thunder looked up at Jimmy from his place on the ground and asked where Mew was again in a calmer, but no less hurried, voice.
“She went out to get you or something,” Jimmy answered, his voice cold enough to freeze water. “So just wait.”
With an impatient sigh, the Pikachu picked himself up and looked around the clearing where he would be waiting and let out a little gasp.
The area wasn’t all that big, roughly the shape of a circle with roots riddling the ground. A gigantic Oak tree was in the center, its trunk was thicker than a Gyarados and its branches stretched towards the sky, tinting the small amount of light that squeaked through its leaves a green tint. From the Oak, it was about twelve feet to any point where tree’s started growing again, a small cliff dropped down to a long overgrown crater on one side. Gazing past the crater, Thunder saw a small grassy hill, a boulder blocking a possible entrance on the side nearest to the clearing. Then, noticing that Jimmy was talking again, Thunder turned his attention to the Ditto.
“…And she said to introduce you to Kenton if we got back before her.”
“What’s a Kenton?” Jack asked.
Jimmy pointed to a truly hideous creature that was leaning against the oak, apparently sleeping. “That is Kenton.”
Kenton was a freak, even among Pokémon. His body was tall and dragon like, a thick tail protruded behind him from between his legs and a shark like dorsal fin on his back. His arms were long and thin, ending in claws with two short spines on them. His legs were like small stumps, with spines like the ones on his arms on them, a three clawed foot on the bottom of both legs. His head was different from the rest of his body, a weird bird thing with a small crest just above the eyes. If this wasn’t enough to make him an instant outcast, Kenton was ten feet tall, and pure white. The only thing noteworthy thing that wasn’t bad about this mistake of nature was that he radiated power, almost making him an impressive figure. Almost.
“What is it?” Jack asked, his curiosity overpowering his repulsion.
“Disgusting,” Spark replied, his loudness drowning out the Ditto’s tiny voice.
“That’s true,” Jimmy said venomously, his poison directed at a certain orange rodent. “But if you mean other than disgusting, Kenton is a Togechomp, and a real jerk too. We have to pretend to like him, but we chant ‘Kenton sucks!’ behind his back.”
Jimmy’s voice had dropped to an almost inaudible whisper after stating Kenton’s species, making the three listeners to lean close to the Ditto.
Following Jimmy’s example, Thunder asked in a whisper, “Why do you have to pretend to like him, he doesn’t look to strong.”
“It’s true what they say, ignorance is bliss.” Jimmy sighed, then he addressed Thunder’s question. “Kenton has a unique ability, there is no way to copy it other than to use Transform to be Kenton. This ability, he calls it Rainbow Scale, allows him to temporarily add an additional Type to his already existing four, last time he added a Type to himself, it was Grass.”
“So what types is he now?”
Jimmy paused in thought, mentally adding up the different Types the Togechomp was.
“Let’s see,” He said. “Kenton is naturally Dragon, Ground, Flying and Normal Types. So if he’s still Grass, that makes him a Dragon, Ground, Flying, Normal, Grass Type, what could that possibly be weak to?”
Jack opened his mouth, possibly to say what Type Kenton was weak to, when the Togechomp noticed the new arrivals and stomped over.