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IGN: Exegesis
Title: The Feature Creepening 2: Electric boogaloo: Revengeance
WC: ~ 1540
v Chapter I: Karl, the Pyromaniac
Once upon a time on a hot summer’s day off the shores of Fuchsia City, Garold the Short—commonly dubbed as Shorts—stood cautious of the weather. “It has to be one of those sporadic heat waves that surface the southern leagues of Kanto region.” Karl pointed out. “Perhaps it may be the Wrath of Ho-Oh” Sandi the Sailor protested. Both Karl and Sandi are a loyal lot to Garold. Karl is presently pursuing his studies in thermo-electric engineering, he particularly specializes in reactionary substances that permit implosive Pokémon such as the likes of Voltorb and Koffing to unexpectedly self-destruct under irregular pressured conditions. “Rest assured, with a boiling temperature like this, we will sooner all be wiped-out the instant this heat trespasses the thermo-danger zone on the thermometer scale.” Karl pointed out. “Wiped-out? Do you mean to say gradually roast?” Sandi tried to correct him. “No. Wiped-out. I am certain of what I had said. With a temperature like this, high reactive Pokémon are prone to—” “—Explode?” Garold interrupted the dialogue, as if he had just awoken from a pensive state. “Karl, Karl, Karl. You always do this” sighed Sandei. “Do what exactly?” Karl was irritated with her remark. “This. Your obsession with explosives and dreams of the world being—” “Oh. Don’t you dare call me a pyromaniac Sandi, my profession has naught to do with fire. I specialize in—” “—Guys look!” Garold shouted. “Over there. Do you see it?” he pointed his finger. “Over where?” both Karl and Sandi turned towards Shorts’ direction. As his finger fixed at the prospect, thickened black soot began to haze the remote distant sky whilst a cloud of smoke expanded from the depths of fiery; the three ambitious trainers observed an intense yelping and discharging of a volcano as lava began to emerge from its glowing peak.
v Chapter II: Mt. Magcargo
"You shall not pass here." A tumultuous voice echoed within the dark cavernous lairs of the den. Panting, Garold struggled to escape the grudging sound as he stumbled over a dozing Geodude, landing elbows and chin first to the ground. The Geodude slept unmoved. When he lifted his countenance to the side, a pile of dirt filled his mouth. Coughing was all that Garold could do as a sketchy apparition loomed before his eyes. When it unfolded itself, "Sandshrewww" was the sound it made as it stood before Garold's mismatched eyes. Gaunt and miserable, it is just a Sandshrew, he assured himself. "No it is not" a voice like ice sheered in—the former grudging voice—"you shall not pass here" it hollowly uttered. Its deathly tone chilled Garold's spine as he felt the life slipping out from his chest. Flesh calloused, he stood petrified, paralyzed to grip his own mercurial life. No. Do not go. Not now. I am to be the next Pokémon master, he clung tenaciously to his life. The more he refused to let go, the narrower his breath had gotten as fearful shrills shattered his pace. "You shall not pass here." The voice insisted as it fed on his inner streams of consciousness, devouring his gooey flesh. "You will not pass here." Suddenly, he heard a Snap. Obliviously agonized, the last that Garold had done was an all-out squeal "Aaaaaaaaaaarrrgh…"—"Are you okay? Shorts?" Sandei towered over him. "I will go on. I must go on. I am destined to be a Pokemon master– the Pokemon master! Reveal yourself you craven fool!" He yelled. This time however, only Sandei replied, and her voice was not as shabby as compared to the fiendish voice that had began to disembowel his entrails. "Shorts..." Sandei leaned closer. Indecisively, he stretched the tip of his palm towards his cranium to assure that the villain had not seized all of his wits. My head is intact. So is my hair, ears, and eyeballs. I can feel my heart throbbing. "The sand—” he began to cough. “—there, there is no sand in my lungs, I can talk." His ears channeled towards a tune that sounded familiar to him. He turned his chin—"Lapry?" shocked, "where am I?" He thought. Gradually, the memory sewed back his senses as he recognized that he was resting on Sandei's Lapras. "What have you dreamt?" Sandei asked. Instead of answering, Garold looked to his shoulder and asked "where is Karl?" "He took off with Seako. They should be approaching Cinnabar Island’s shores by now, pray he does make it safe." She said, not unconcerned. "Wait, what? You let him mount on a Kingdra?" Garold was puzzled. "He urged me to, Shorts. He wants to explore the land before we set ashore, for our safety.” Karl had told her earlier."How long have I been out?" Garold asked. "We should be half-way to our destination,” she presumed, “the volcano we spotted this morning had attuned your senses. It was a wicked sight!" She said. Attuned my senses. Garold could not help but to recall the nightmare that haunted him. There was something peculiar about it, he thought, yet he knew this was not the time to ponder on it as they had a voyage to endure. “Lapry, how is our sail coming along dear one?” Garold glimpsed the glimmer in Sandei’s eyes. This one belongs to the sea. Unlike Karl, who grew up in Saffron City, Sandei had only moved there two years ago from her native city at Vermilion, to pursue studies and to where she first befriended Karl and Garold. "I hate it here. I cannot tolerate the intoxicating smog circulating this city day and night" she would often complain. "Home is where the sea is. At the quay..." Small wonder she looks tranquil now. Reclined on Lapry with eyes to the sky, Garold spotted a flock of Wingulls soaring the open blue as Lapry voyaged through Seaform Islands. Goldeens and Horseas raced through the summer water while Magikarps splashed their fins on the surface of the sea. The sail was calm and persistent. The scent of the sea. It was sometime past afternoon when the prospect of the volcano flashed back to him. Mount Magcargo, the common folk called it. It was to remain dormant for a good century or more archaeologists estimated, Karl had told them all about it. He is hot-blooded, that one is, like the volcano we are approaching. Karl rushed to Cinnabar Island despite his loathing of the sea. He wants to explore the land before we set ashore, for our safety, Karl had told Sandei. More like to pursue his own schemes. Yet, where do I stand? I am to be the greatest Pokémon master of all time. A legend that will trail the footsteps of Ash Ketchum. This tad adventure will soon awash, and my path for glory is yet to unveil itself.
v Chapter III: Part One – An Apprentice's Duty
Tumultuous shrieks shook the restless hour of twilight. Mourns and screams shattered the aftermath of the eruption that had occurred this morn. Common citizens panted paranoid, aghast from the outbreak that is obliterating Cinnabar. Commands such as "to the eastern quays!" and "to the shores!” were shouted out; "No time for packing!" a guardsman’s whistle shrilled through the unforeseeable mess. Children wailed for their mothers while mothers mourned for their scattered children. Guildsmen brawled one another as lads vandalized homes and town centers. This place is gone mad. A disaster unleashed. "Sir, back off to the other route!", a guardsman blocked Karl from entering the gate. “No one is to cross this gate– Ma'am, please..." the guard vanished in the crowd. Another guardsman blew his whistle, this time however, the shrill of the whistle faded in the midst of the catastrophic shrieks. People were evacuating from all routes while automobiles jammed the roads. Some Pokémon trainers were fortunate enough to reach the shores by the aid of their Pokémon that dispersed both land and sky. Karl spotted a lad mount his Pidgeot, while near the Pokémon center, a more advanced trainer meditated and telepathically communicated with an Alakazam as they both teleported at that instant. Off to the curb, a troubled girl dragged her slowpoke as it disobeyed to withdraw itself back in the pokeball whilst the oblivious creature stood staring at nothing. Nurses and Blisseys were overloaded by the injured casualties. The crowd escalated as the whistles boomed. Pokémon went astray and mart centers collapsed. Mount Magcargo havocked as cinders and debris danced through the impervious smog. Not far off in the distance, Karl caught sight of Voltorb, Koffing, and Grimer, together with their evolutionary forms heading towards the vaporizing volcano. They are emitting a ritual. Some elite power is commanding these Pokémon to self-destruct. I must trail behind their route cautiously and investigate the cause of this, else wise, if all these Pokémon explode, then naught but ashes will remain of Kanto… Karl paid no heed to the mourns of common folk as he fixed the edge of his glasses and drew to his task, to unravel the mystery that caused such Pokémon to react by such erratic means.
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