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I felt I've been neglecting the other Turqs so I wrote a short story about everyone's favorite mantis pokemorph--SAM!
A number of characters owned by other PCAers crop up in this fic, including one who get's his much deserved comeuppance. Enjoy!
A number of characters owned by other PCAers crop up in this fic, including one who get's his much deserved comeuppance. Enjoy!
Category Story / Pokemon
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“It’s A Bug’s Life—Only Cooler”
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Ibtisam al-Scycura—Sam to her friends—was a lean, green, fighting machine. If you don’t believe me all you have to do is ask her. A cocky-grin was set on her buggy face as she headed into the girl’s locker room to change.
She looked down at her torn clothes and grunted her annoyance. The damage hadn’t been caused by her opponent—who she took down with an almost embarrassing ease—but by herself. “The Squirtle boys are gonna hate this.” She muttered to herself as she stripped off her torn shirt and ripped pants. She went through one her uniforms a week and her regular clothes even more often. “It’s a good thing those boys made me some extras…now all I have to do is get them in GROSS.”
Sam went to her locker to get out a spare set of clothing. She opened the locker and found herself staring face to face with her friend and team leader, René.
“Hi.” He said, deadpanned. Sam acted on her first impulse and slammed the locker shut again. She rubbed her eyes, ignoring René’s startled yelp. Then, blinking, she slowly opened the locker again.
“Was that REALLY necessary?” René demanded in annoyance as he glared at Sam. “That’s was pretty loud in here.”
“…What are you doing in my locker?” She blurted out.
“What do you think?” René snorted incredulously. “Does it LOOK like I WANT to be here?”
“Hmmm….now that you mention it.” Sam observed as she noticed that he was back was practically clinging to the rear of the locker and he was just wearing his boxers. “Nicer undies in the wash are they?” She moved a hand forward to touch them but all she got for her efforts was a nasty sting of static electricity.
“Oww.” She whined as she drew her hand bag quickly.
“Ha!” René snerked. In retaliation, Sam slammed the door shut again. “Oww!”
Sam counted to ten in Arabic before she opened the locker again. “Got anymore snarky remarks?”
“…No.” René looked down.
“So what happened here?” Sam sighed. The stuck vulpix crossed his arms.
“…It was Zap.” He muttered.
“Pikans?” Sam asked in disgust.
“No, it was Zap Brannigan.” René snorted, his voice dripping sarcasm. “OF COURSE it was Pikans!”
Sam raised her hands. “Alright, alright…don’t get your shorts in a bunch.”
“Too late.” René mumbled. The static cling was REALLY annoying!
“So…any reason WHY Zap did this?” She asked. René sighed.
“He found out that Nikki took me out for lunch.” He rolled his eyes. “And got the wrong idea.”
“Did you try to tell him that it wasn’t a date?” Sam asked, not really expecting Zap to listen to reason. She sighed. She had TOLD René that Blackclaw was bad news.
“I tried!” René defended himself. “Besides, I pointed out that it’s not like HE is so big on fidelity.”
“…Beg pardon?” Sam looked at him.
“Well I pointed out that he hooked up with Eddie’s girlfriend at the New Year’s Dance.” The vulpix said. “And that he was sleeping around with that gardevoir girl, Stella. You know, the one Romano beat during our match with Team Meanies? Karen told me about it after Anthony told HER. The creep.”
Sam wasn’t sure if René meant Zap or Anthony and didn’t bother asking. Still, this DID shed some light on the situation.
“…And THIS would be around the time Zap dragged you to the girl’s locker room, stripped you and used his electricity to static-cling you to the inside of my locker?” She guessed.
“That would be about right, yeah.” René admitted.
“As much as I want you to show a little more backbone,” Sam shook her head as she grabbed him by the arms and started to tug. “I didn’t want it to be at the expense of your BRAINS.”
“Well I—YEEOOOWCH!” René shouted as Sam pulled him out of her locker. “Thanks, I guess.” He mumbled as Sam set him down after she got him free. Then he looked down at himself. “Awww man!” René moaned as he saw his fur standing up on end and sticking in every direction. And his TAILS. “It’s gonna take me all DAY to get my fur back to normal.” He groaned.
“So go to the Squirtle Boys. I’m sure Danny and the others would be glad to help.” Sam snickered. “I’ll talk to you later, I’m going to go grab lunch.”
“Wait!” He protested. “Zap destroyed my clothes. Can I borrow some of yours?”
“René, René, René…” Sam shook her head. “What kind of friend would I be if I spoiled the chance for you to learn an important lesson? Think about the consequences of anything you say BEFORE you say it…even if that means losing your clothes and getting crammed in a locker. You can grab some clothes from the Squirtle Boy’s Room. Just hunker down there for a bit.”
“But SAAAM!” René whined, unable to help himself.
“What? Most people are in class now…and it’s only a couple of hallways down.” Sam smirked as she walked out of the locker room.
Sam made her way to the cafeteria. As she helped herself to a tray and got online the scyther took a look around at the other students milling around, eating and talking with their fellows. She was scanning the room for prospective opponents for future fights.
If René were here—and not blushing horribly as he tried to sneak through the halls in his underwear—and capable of reading Sam’s mind he probably ask, ‘Why don’t you try finding friends instead of just looking for opponents?’
Not that Sam was anti-social or anything. She just forged connections on the battlefield—after seeing who they REALLY were. Battle, Sam found, really revealed one’s inner nature; their true character.
She shook her head sometimes as she thought about how René seemed to make friends left and right—among the female population of the PCA anyway. That might have something to do with what Zap and other guys hated him. René had practically had a HAREM going on: Nicole Zuna, Floritt Baez, Karen Shiitake, Dreamweaver Hipnough, Lilian Umami, Meghan DeCinder, Charla Eecks-Rey (Admittedly his relationship with her was a bit bumpy. Sam liked Charla though, she reminded her of herself)…and there were a few others René hung around trying to recruit like Neve Oscadreja and Skylar Ferroti.
“If he keeps this up he’s gonna have more bitches than any two pimps you could name.” Sam smirked, not sure whether or not to count herself as one of ‘his bitches.’ René of course, would be horrified by the very suggestion. René did have some guy friends like Nigel Garkil…of course he was such a girly-boy Sam wasn’t even sure if he counted as one.
René and the others would love it if Sam managed to make friends before breaking their noses. There WAS Emily Mentel, who Sam met following the match against her team but the others got a little uncomfortable when THAT came up. Maybe because Emily was a little…eccentric. Who knew?
Still, Sam felt that they just didn’t really understand how powerful an experience battles were. “I’m the only one on the team who understands the greatness of battling.” She thought to herself as she moved down the line, idly taking some item of food or another. That’s what set her apart from the others…that and the fact that she was the only one on the team whose name didn’t start with an ‘R.’
René and Rahne attitude towards battling was not far removed from considering it a ‘necessary evil.’ Their hearts just weren’t in it. And Romano…Sam snorted as she thought about the flakey, air-headed gligar. She didn’t take anything seriously.
Sam…Sam took battling EXTREMELY seriously. “One day I’m gonna OWN this place.” She smirked to herself. René had chastised her repeatedly for her ego, but Sam knew it wasn’t ego speaking. She was one of—if not THE—best fighter in her grade. True, Skylar posed competition for THAT particular title but Sam didn’t fret about that. She knew she was good. Battle League material even.
“Besides,” Sam thought. “What else am I going to do with my life? Go back to the colony and get sucked into the faction politicking like mom wants? NOT happening.” The colony was a large grouping of insect pokemorphs. It was a veritable hotbed of petty intrigue and fighting between different groups of pokemorphs. Flying types against ground types, mantis’ against stinging insects, and so on. There were even fights between groups and individuals within each type. No peaceful hive where all worked together for the common good here!
The al-Scycura clan as a whole—and Sam’s mother in particular—was a fairly big wheel in the colony (though Sam considered the colony as a whole to be a VERY small backwater). She was the one who arranged for Sam to come to the PCA, in the hopes that Sam would come back and use her knowledge of the wider world to help her faction.
To say the least, Sam had other plans.
Plans that started with her moving on to opponents other than the usual gamut of high-school amateurs than the Turqs usually faced. She didn’t blame René or the others, but the fact was Team Turquoise’s average performance didn’t offer many opportunities for Sam to face the best the school had to offer.
She was fairly itching to go after the BIG names of the PCA: Sherilyn Voltaire. Tenebra Blackclaw. Nubia…did she even HAVE a last name? Sam shrugged. “It’d be mud by the time I’m finished.” She grinned to herself.
All appearances to the contrary Sam wasn’t THAT much of an egomaniac and she certainly wasn’t stupid. She knew perfectly well that she wouldn’t beat any of those three on the first try. Nor the second. But to even have the CHANCE to test herself against opponents like them would make her an even better fighter…and help prepare her for when Sam WOULD beat them.
“In the meantime,” Sam said as she headed to her seat. “I’ll settle with whatever comes my way and build my way up. Speaking of which,” She smirked as she eyed a certain raichu jock as he approached the dessert section.
Zap.
Sam set her tray down and moseyed on over to where he was. “Oh Zap?” She cooed in as sexy and coy a voice as she could manage, idly tracing a circle on his shoulder as she nuzzled herself close to him, letting her other hand rest on his thigh.
“Yeah?” He grinned clearly more interested in her than the coconut cake he had been studying.
“I just wanted to say,” Sam let her voice go a bit rougher. “That if you EVER harass my friend René again,” She growled as she squeezed Zap’s shoulder. He other hand, with its finger-like claws were pointed dangerously close to his crotch. “I will ensure it that you go through the rest of your life as a EUNUCH.”
Zap gulped. Sam softened her expression with a smile, not letting go of his shoulder. “Now, you enjoy your lunch, ‘kay?” She smiled sweetly as she suddenly shoved his head forward into the cake.
Sam let go and walked away…without even turning to watch as Zap managed to extricate himself from the cake and fall on his tail—and then get chewed out by Mrs. Milton.
“Shame to waste a good Milton cake on Zap, but it was for a good cause.” Sam smiled as she headed out. “Hmmm…I wonder where Emily is?” She wondered as she headed away from cafeteria. “After that excitement I could use some…relaxation.”
THE END
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Ibtisam al-Scycura—Sam to her friends—was a lean, green, fighting machine. If you don’t believe me all you have to do is ask her. A cocky-grin was set on her buggy face as she headed into the girl’s locker room to change.
She looked down at her torn clothes and grunted her annoyance. The damage hadn’t been caused by her opponent—who she took down with an almost embarrassing ease—but by herself. “The Squirtle boys are gonna hate this.” She muttered to herself as she stripped off her torn shirt and ripped pants. She went through one her uniforms a week and her regular clothes even more often. “It’s a good thing those boys made me some extras…now all I have to do is get them in GROSS.”
Sam went to her locker to get out a spare set of clothing. She opened the locker and found herself staring face to face with her friend and team leader, René.
“Hi.” He said, deadpanned. Sam acted on her first impulse and slammed the locker shut again. She rubbed her eyes, ignoring René’s startled yelp. Then, blinking, she slowly opened the locker again.
“Was that REALLY necessary?” René demanded in annoyance as he glared at Sam. “That’s was pretty loud in here.”
“…What are you doing in my locker?” She blurted out.
“What do you think?” René snorted incredulously. “Does it LOOK like I WANT to be here?”
“Hmmm….now that you mention it.” Sam observed as she noticed that he was back was practically clinging to the rear of the locker and he was just wearing his boxers. “Nicer undies in the wash are they?” She moved a hand forward to touch them but all she got for her efforts was a nasty sting of static electricity.
“Oww.” She whined as she drew her hand bag quickly.
“Ha!” René snerked. In retaliation, Sam slammed the door shut again. “Oww!”
Sam counted to ten in Arabic before she opened the locker again. “Got anymore snarky remarks?”
“…No.” René looked down.
“So what happened here?” Sam sighed. The stuck vulpix crossed his arms.
“…It was Zap.” He muttered.
“Pikans?” Sam asked in disgust.
“No, it was Zap Brannigan.” René snorted, his voice dripping sarcasm. “OF COURSE it was Pikans!”
Sam raised her hands. “Alright, alright…don’t get your shorts in a bunch.”
“Too late.” René mumbled. The static cling was REALLY annoying!
“So…any reason WHY Zap did this?” She asked. René sighed.
“He found out that Nikki took me out for lunch.” He rolled his eyes. “And got the wrong idea.”
“Did you try to tell him that it wasn’t a date?” Sam asked, not really expecting Zap to listen to reason. She sighed. She had TOLD René that Blackclaw was bad news.
“I tried!” René defended himself. “Besides, I pointed out that it’s not like HE is so big on fidelity.”
“…Beg pardon?” Sam looked at him.
“Well I pointed out that he hooked up with Eddie’s girlfriend at the New Year’s Dance.” The vulpix said. “And that he was sleeping around with that gardevoir girl, Stella. You know, the one Romano beat during our match with Team Meanies? Karen told me about it after Anthony told HER. The creep.”
Sam wasn’t sure if René meant Zap or Anthony and didn’t bother asking. Still, this DID shed some light on the situation.
“…And THIS would be around the time Zap dragged you to the girl’s locker room, stripped you and used his electricity to static-cling you to the inside of my locker?” She guessed.
“That would be about right, yeah.” René admitted.
“As much as I want you to show a little more backbone,” Sam shook her head as she grabbed him by the arms and started to tug. “I didn’t want it to be at the expense of your BRAINS.”
“Well I—YEEOOOWCH!” René shouted as Sam pulled him out of her locker. “Thanks, I guess.” He mumbled as Sam set him down after she got him free. Then he looked down at himself. “Awww man!” René moaned as he saw his fur standing up on end and sticking in every direction. And his TAILS. “It’s gonna take me all DAY to get my fur back to normal.” He groaned.
“So go to the Squirtle Boys. I’m sure Danny and the others would be glad to help.” Sam snickered. “I’ll talk to you later, I’m going to go grab lunch.”
“Wait!” He protested. “Zap destroyed my clothes. Can I borrow some of yours?”
“René, René, René…” Sam shook her head. “What kind of friend would I be if I spoiled the chance for you to learn an important lesson? Think about the consequences of anything you say BEFORE you say it…even if that means losing your clothes and getting crammed in a locker. You can grab some clothes from the Squirtle Boy’s Room. Just hunker down there for a bit.”
“But SAAAM!” René whined, unable to help himself.
“What? Most people are in class now…and it’s only a couple of hallways down.” Sam smirked as she walked out of the locker room.
Sam made her way to the cafeteria. As she helped herself to a tray and got online the scyther took a look around at the other students milling around, eating and talking with their fellows. She was scanning the room for prospective opponents for future fights.
If René were here—and not blushing horribly as he tried to sneak through the halls in his underwear—and capable of reading Sam’s mind he probably ask, ‘Why don’t you try finding friends instead of just looking for opponents?’
Not that Sam was anti-social or anything. She just forged connections on the battlefield—after seeing who they REALLY were. Battle, Sam found, really revealed one’s inner nature; their true character.
She shook her head sometimes as she thought about how René seemed to make friends left and right—among the female population of the PCA anyway. That might have something to do with what Zap and other guys hated him. René had practically had a HAREM going on: Nicole Zuna, Floritt Baez, Karen Shiitake, Dreamweaver Hipnough, Lilian Umami, Meghan DeCinder, Charla Eecks-Rey (Admittedly his relationship with her was a bit bumpy. Sam liked Charla though, she reminded her of herself)…and there were a few others René hung around trying to recruit like Neve Oscadreja and Skylar Ferroti.
“If he keeps this up he’s gonna have more bitches than any two pimps you could name.” Sam smirked, not sure whether or not to count herself as one of ‘his bitches.’ René of course, would be horrified by the very suggestion. René did have some guy friends like Nigel Garkil…of course he was such a girly-boy Sam wasn’t even sure if he counted as one.
René and the others would love it if Sam managed to make friends before breaking their noses. There WAS Emily Mentel, who Sam met following the match against her team but the others got a little uncomfortable when THAT came up. Maybe because Emily was a little…eccentric. Who knew?
Still, Sam felt that they just didn’t really understand how powerful an experience battles were. “I’m the only one on the team who understands the greatness of battling.” She thought to herself as she moved down the line, idly taking some item of food or another. That’s what set her apart from the others…that and the fact that she was the only one on the team whose name didn’t start with an ‘R.’
René and Rahne attitude towards battling was not far removed from considering it a ‘necessary evil.’ Their hearts just weren’t in it. And Romano…Sam snorted as she thought about the flakey, air-headed gligar. She didn’t take anything seriously.
Sam…Sam took battling EXTREMELY seriously. “One day I’m gonna OWN this place.” She smirked to herself. René had chastised her repeatedly for her ego, but Sam knew it wasn’t ego speaking. She was one of—if not THE—best fighter in her grade. True, Skylar posed competition for THAT particular title but Sam didn’t fret about that. She knew she was good. Battle League material even.
“Besides,” Sam thought. “What else am I going to do with my life? Go back to the colony and get sucked into the faction politicking like mom wants? NOT happening.” The colony was a large grouping of insect pokemorphs. It was a veritable hotbed of petty intrigue and fighting between different groups of pokemorphs. Flying types against ground types, mantis’ against stinging insects, and so on. There were even fights between groups and individuals within each type. No peaceful hive where all worked together for the common good here!
The al-Scycura clan as a whole—and Sam’s mother in particular—was a fairly big wheel in the colony (though Sam considered the colony as a whole to be a VERY small backwater). She was the one who arranged for Sam to come to the PCA, in the hopes that Sam would come back and use her knowledge of the wider world to help her faction.
To say the least, Sam had other plans.
Plans that started with her moving on to opponents other than the usual gamut of high-school amateurs than the Turqs usually faced. She didn’t blame René or the others, but the fact was Team Turquoise’s average performance didn’t offer many opportunities for Sam to face the best the school had to offer.
She was fairly itching to go after the BIG names of the PCA: Sherilyn Voltaire. Tenebra Blackclaw. Nubia…did she even HAVE a last name? Sam shrugged. “It’d be mud by the time I’m finished.” She grinned to herself.
All appearances to the contrary Sam wasn’t THAT much of an egomaniac and she certainly wasn’t stupid. She knew perfectly well that she wouldn’t beat any of those three on the first try. Nor the second. But to even have the CHANCE to test herself against opponents like them would make her an even better fighter…and help prepare her for when Sam WOULD beat them.
“In the meantime,” Sam said as she headed to her seat. “I’ll settle with whatever comes my way and build my way up. Speaking of which,” She smirked as she eyed a certain raichu jock as he approached the dessert section.
Zap.
Sam set her tray down and moseyed on over to where he was. “Oh Zap?” She cooed in as sexy and coy a voice as she could manage, idly tracing a circle on his shoulder as she nuzzled herself close to him, letting her other hand rest on his thigh.
“Yeah?” He grinned clearly more interested in her than the coconut cake he had been studying.
“I just wanted to say,” Sam let her voice go a bit rougher. “That if you EVER harass my friend René again,” She growled as she squeezed Zap’s shoulder. He other hand, with its finger-like claws were pointed dangerously close to his crotch. “I will ensure it that you go through the rest of your life as a EUNUCH.”
Zap gulped. Sam softened her expression with a smile, not letting go of his shoulder. “Now, you enjoy your lunch, ‘kay?” She smiled sweetly as she suddenly shoved his head forward into the cake.
Sam let go and walked away…without even turning to watch as Zap managed to extricate himself from the cake and fall on his tail—and then get chewed out by Mrs. Milton.
“Shame to waste a good Milton cake on Zap, but it was for a good cause.” Sam smiled as she headed out. “Hmmm…I wonder where Emily is?” She wondered as she headed away from cafeteria. “After that excitement I could use some…relaxation.”
THE END
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Hahaha, Sam's definitely going to be getting a thank you note from Eddie for doing that. Ol' Snacky Paz has been deserving it as of late. ;)
I really do like how you portray Sam's attitude, she's so matter-of-fact and yet still has a rather wicked sense of humor at times too!
I really do like how you portray Sam's attitude, she's so matter-of-fact and yet still has a rather wicked sense of humor at times too!
I knew there was a reason why I liked that bug
Emily: Dude, I gotta go!
Prof. Suki: Ms. Mentel you are in the middle of an oral exam.
Emily: Bummer ,ma'am, but I really gotta go.
Prof. Suki: Ms. MENTEL! Unless you can answer the other 5 qu..
Emily: Deforestation, Bluck Berries are used as ointments in the Sinnoh Safari Zone, My dad last week, and He'll be having the textbooks updated soon, Mt. Corrnet and like the capital city of Jhoto.
Prof. Suki: Thats corr...
Emily: Later dudes. *teleports out of class*
Emily: Dude, I gotta go!
Prof. Suki: Ms. Mentel you are in the middle of an oral exam.
Emily: Bummer ,ma'am, but I really gotta go.
Prof. Suki: Ms. MENTEL! Unless you can answer the other 5 qu..
Emily: Deforestation, Bluck Berries are used as ointments in the Sinnoh Safari Zone, My dad last week, and He'll be having the textbooks updated soon, Mt. Corrnet and like the capital city of Jhoto.
Prof. Suki: Thats corr...
Emily: Later dudes. *teleports out of class*
It's what I think of everytime I hear his name. ;)
Zap: I am the mon with no name...Zap Pikans!
Rene: Mon with no BRAIN maybe.
I thought you'd like me giving the OTHER Madam Mantis some time.
Well *I* certainly think she's one of the preeminent fighters at school. And she's a junior, I believe. She certainly seems to be of a type with Tenebra and Sherilyn. Hot as them too. Yowza.
...Hope Weaver doesn't get jealous.
Zap: I am the mon with no name...Zap Pikans!
Rene: Mon with no BRAIN maybe.
I thought you'd like me giving the OTHER Madam Mantis some time.
Well *I* certainly think she's one of the preeminent fighters at school. And she's a junior, I believe. She certainly seems to be of a type with Tenebra and Sherilyn. Hot as them too. Yowza.
...Hope Weaver doesn't get jealous.
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