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Wow, I haven't written anything in forever.
So, I figured I'd give the low-down on the Kyra/Jim rivalry just because I wanted to write it, really.
Also, just to act as a bit of a background for my Valentine's day story, if I get to writing that one.
Just because I can:
Wild Combusken used Fire Punch!
Vibrava fled!
Got away safely.
Vibrava used Supersonic!
Wild Combusken became confused!
Wild Combusken is confused!
She hurt herself in her confusion.
Wild Combusken fled!
Crits are nifty!
So, I figured I'd give the low-down on the Kyra/Jim rivalry just because I wanted to write it, really.
Also, just to act as a bit of a background for my Valentine's day story, if I get to writing that one.
Just because I can:
Wild Combusken used Fire Punch!
Vibrava fled!
Got away safely.
Vibrava used Supersonic!
Wild Combusken became confused!
Wild Combusken is confused!
She hurt herself in her confusion.
Wild Combusken fled!
Crits are nifty!
Category Story / Pokemon
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File Size 7.5 kB
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PCA - All wars have to start somewhere.
It was atleast three years ago. The exact date has been long forgotten but the series of events that took place was something that was burned into my memory forever.
Every day of eighth grade was pretty much the same thing. Go to class, go to lunch, go back to class, and then go home. That day, though, that day was different. I had just been tansferred to West Viridian Middle School and didn't have any friends at school yet so was forced to eat my lunch all by my lonesome. I was eating alot more than I usually did, for I had just evolved into a Vibrava and these new wings ate up alot of energy. The only table I could find was completly deserted for no visable reason. I probably should've heeded that sign but I was young, hungry, and tired. I made my way to the desolate table and began diving into my food.
"Excuse me." Chirped a high pitched voice from behind me. I payed it no attention. Nobody talked to the new kid. "Hey stupid! I'm talkin' to you." The voice once again came, dropping all manners and shifting in attitude. I turned to face whoever the voice belonged to and locked eyes with her for the first time. She was the scourge of the eighth grade. She was mean, had a short temper to match her stature, and was a bully in every sense of the word. Everyone at school had only seen battle on television, but this girl had appearently been training since she was sever. She was the cruelist Combusken to ever raom the halls of WVMS and her name was Kyra Rayliegh.
"You're in my spot." She spouted, holding up her tray impatiently. I scooted over to make room. "Ugh!" she exclaimed, "I meant the whole table."
"You have friends coming?" I asked. It was an honest and innocent question, but I didn't know that she didn't have any friends at this school either. This infuriated the little Combusken. She snorted and stomped off. I shrugged my shoulders and went back to my meal. A couple of minutes passed before I heard another tray clang next to mine. I looked over but was blinded by pain as a fire punch railed into my side, ejecting me from the table. The girl grinned and sat down at her newly reclaimed table. I'd never actually been hit before and didn't know how to react. So I fled.
I watched from a distance as she ate her meal and finished mine. I couldn't believe that I just ran from my first battle. My childhood dream was to be a professional battler, but I could never find anyone to spar with. If it weren't for my combined hunger for food and vengeance I'd have probably left that whole encounter be.
"I want a rematch!" I shouted as I made my dramatic landing near the table I had just been thrown from. The outdoor lunch area went silent and everyone's eyes turned to me. I had appearently just commited suicide. She stood up, and without skipping a beat darted right for me. I'd seen quite a few poketubes about countering and did the first thing that came to mind. I let forth a supersonic screech and bolted out of her way. The ear-shattering call caused her to spasm with her attack and could not be stopped from slamming into the ground and skidding across the floor. Her movement was halted by a nearby table.
She stood up from her landing and teetered from side to side. "This isn't over!" she shouted and stomped away, still dizzy from the supersonic. My first real victory made me feel pretty big, not to mention the attention I got for being the first to put the school bully in her place, but I knew it wouldn't last. You could tell from her tone of voice and the look in her eyes that she was going to train, and she wasn't going to let me live that one down.
That little squabble was what gave me a reason to try, a reason to train as hard as possible just to stay ahead of her. From that day forward my only purpose was to be better than Kyra Rayleigh.
PCA - All wars have to start somewhere.
It was atleast three years ago. The exact date has been long forgotten but the series of events that took place was something that was burned into my memory forever.
Every day of eighth grade was pretty much the same thing. Go to class, go to lunch, go back to class, and then go home. That day, though, that day was different. I had just been tansferred to West Viridian Middle School and didn't have any friends at school yet so was forced to eat my lunch all by my lonesome. I was eating alot more than I usually did, for I had just evolved into a Vibrava and these new wings ate up alot of energy. The only table I could find was completly deserted for no visable reason. I probably should've heeded that sign but I was young, hungry, and tired. I made my way to the desolate table and began diving into my food.
"Excuse me." Chirped a high pitched voice from behind me. I payed it no attention. Nobody talked to the new kid. "Hey stupid! I'm talkin' to you." The voice once again came, dropping all manners and shifting in attitude. I turned to face whoever the voice belonged to and locked eyes with her for the first time. She was the scourge of the eighth grade. She was mean, had a short temper to match her stature, and was a bully in every sense of the word. Everyone at school had only seen battle on television, but this girl had appearently been training since she was sever. She was the cruelist Combusken to ever raom the halls of WVMS and her name was Kyra Rayliegh.
"You're in my spot." She spouted, holding up her tray impatiently. I scooted over to make room. "Ugh!" she exclaimed, "I meant the whole table."
"You have friends coming?" I asked. It was an honest and innocent question, but I didn't know that she didn't have any friends at this school either. This infuriated the little Combusken. She snorted and stomped off. I shrugged my shoulders and went back to my meal. A couple of minutes passed before I heard another tray clang next to mine. I looked over but was blinded by pain as a fire punch railed into my side, ejecting me from the table. The girl grinned and sat down at her newly reclaimed table. I'd never actually been hit before and didn't know how to react. So I fled.
I watched from a distance as she ate her meal and finished mine. I couldn't believe that I just ran from my first battle. My childhood dream was to be a professional battler, but I could never find anyone to spar with. If it weren't for my combined hunger for food and vengeance I'd have probably left that whole encounter be.
"I want a rematch!" I shouted as I made my dramatic landing near the table I had just been thrown from. The outdoor lunch area went silent and everyone's eyes turned to me. I had appearently just commited suicide. She stood up, and without skipping a beat darted right for me. I'd seen quite a few poketubes about countering and did the first thing that came to mind. I let forth a supersonic screech and bolted out of her way. The ear-shattering call caused her to spasm with her attack and could not be stopped from slamming into the ground and skidding across the floor. Her movement was halted by a nearby table.
She stood up from her landing and teetered from side to side. "This isn't over!" she shouted and stomped away, still dizzy from the supersonic. My first real victory made me feel pretty big, not to mention the attention I got for being the first to put the school bully in her place, but I knew it wouldn't last. You could tell from her tone of voice and the look in her eyes that she was going to train, and she wasn't going to let me live that one down.
That little squabble was what gave me a reason to try, a reason to train as hard as possible just to stay ahead of her. From that day forward my only purpose was to be better than Kyra Rayleigh.
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