I don't know if any of you have heard of this, but it's my fic that I'd been writing for a few years and finally finished. I'm currently rewriting things, or trying to, since it's really obvious that my writing improved over the chapters. It was just written for fun at first and then somehow it grew to 60 chapters. Anyways, the complete story is in my signiture, but I'll be posting it here too. I hope you enjoy if you read.
I'm gonna go ahead and put this out there: this fic is like my baby since I'd been writing on it for so long, so I most likely will turn you down if you ask me to write about this universe, BUT there may be exceptions if you have a well-thought-out idea. Please respect this. I don't want to sound rude ^^;
warning for some language (which I am trying to write out some of it) and some plotsex (nothing vulgar and is mostly just hinted at) in later chapters. There is also some homosexuality in later chapters as it is partof one of the character's pasts. Just a warning.
The premise is an MMORPG Pokemon game
Chapter 1: Helium and Daisies
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"I hate my life," Twilmer sighed as she glared at the many, many people that surrounded her. She only reached below their knees, counting her tall ears. "Why me?" Twilmer groaned, very unhappy that she was a Pichu. Many girls were squealing as she ran through town. They found the pudgy little mouse quite adorable.
"Fix the glitch, Twilmer. Find a party if you'd like, Twilmer. How does the PWO Corp expect me to do that as a Pichu?" she grumbled. Who would seriously think a Pokémon was recruiting a team? They would probably try to tame her to become their partner. A foot came down unexpectedly and Twilmer had to use a quick attack to avoid being stepped on. "That's it! I am so sick of this! An administrator for the biggest online game ever shouldn't be reduced to a stepping stone!" She yelled at no one. Most of the gamers looked down at her in shock. She continued her way angrily through the town, waddling awkwardly as she was unused to the stumpy Pichu legs.
She was tempted to log out and give up, but she very rarely turned the game off these days since she'd finally accomplished her dream of becoming a paid administrator. She now dedicated her full time to the game, Pichu or human.
Twilmer finally gave up on the town and quick attacked through as fast as she could. No help was going to come out of a place where everyone either wanted to pet or tame her. In Pokémon World Online, each player could tame one Pokémon to work with them. Often a gamer could go for months without a partner until they found one which could best aid them in their chosen class. For example, a swordsman would likely want a Scyther companion. Twilmer had been a grace master; a class that focused on agility and balance in battle and while exploring. Her partner had been a Sneasal; she hadn't seen her since she'd become a Pichu.
She looked around and noticed that she had arrived in Cobalt field, a large and open field where many first timers would come to get used to the game. Being a field, it was an ideal location for herbalists. This class focused on mixing different plants and herbs together to create potions and powders that could be used for attacking and healing. Fortunately, herbalist was one of the least popular classes and Twilmer figured she would be safe from trampling feet there for awhile so she could rest and think on where she should go next. "I could recruit an herbalist, but they aren't very useful," Twilmer thought to herself.
She walked through the field, lost in thought on how she could possibly get a high level player to help her, when a brown gloved hand stopped her in her tracks. "Careful, you almost stepped on a kitzu daisy," a soft, gentle voice warned. Twilmer glared up angrily to see that the brown gloved hand was connected to a male with auburn hair and green eyes. He was wearing a pink, herbalist robe.
"Who gives you the right to tell me what to do?" Twilmer snapped angrily, pushing his hand away. "And what's with the pink robe? Are you gay or something?"
"No, but this was the only clothing accessory I could afford at the time and it has grown on me. Ever since I bought it, girls seem to stray from me and I get stares. It's been hard trying to find a party to do quests with." Helium paused. "Wait a second, you talked?" The young adult man blanched as he looked at the Pichu, who was giving him a look that could kill.
"No, I chirped. Of course I talked. I'm the great administrator Twilmer. I was turned into a Pichu when this glitch I was sent to investigate messed with my character's data. Ever since then, I've been trying to find a party to help back me up since going at this on my own doesn't seem like it will work," Twilmer explained.
"Oh, I've heard of you from a couple of gamers on general chat. They weren't really the kindest people I've ever met. You don't seem snobbish or stuck up to me." He smiled.
"Yes, well, I think they were just jealous of my position. I am a rather busy and famous woman. Anyways, I would recruit you for my party, but herbalists are pretty useless. I suppose you will do until I can find something better." Twilmer waved her paw as if herbalists were far below a rodent who shocked itself while attacking.
"I'll be happy to join your party. No one's ever asked me to join their party before! Oh and if you couldn't tell, my username is Helium and this down here is my partner Gloom," Helium motioned to a drooling plant Pokémon by his legs, "and it's a pleasure to not only meet an administrator, but to join her party. I do have to disagree with you on one aspect, though; herbalists are not worthless." Helium smiled softly at Twilmer, who simply waved a paw as if the matter was too small for her to deal with.
"Yeah, whatever helps you sleep better at night. We still have many positions to fill and not much time left in the day, so you better not lag behind." Twilmer bustled off purposefully, which was rather hard for a small rodent to do. Helium took one step for every three of Twilmer's.
"I'll make her see how useful herbalists can be one day," Helium thought to himself as the two continued through the large field. About thirty minutes later, Twilmer was panting and slowing down.
"God, why did they make a Pokémon that has just feet and no legs? No wonder they're so weak if they can't even get anywhere to train due to these things they dare call legs," Twilmer whined.
"Do you want to ride on my shoulder?" Helium asked. Twilmer gave Helium a reproachful stare and continued on; too proud to admit that she was tired humphing at the very idea until she tripped over a rock. She laid there for a bit until Helium picked her up and cradled her in his arms. Twilmer was too tired to protest.
"Stupid tired level being higher for Pichus," Twilmer moaned in embarrassment as she was shifted to Helium's shoulder. "So," she began, trying to make conversation to bring attention away from her current position, "why'd you name your character Helium? Do you sell balloons or something?"
"As fun as that would be, no, that's not why. I was studying chemistry when I first started playing this game and the effects the elements of the periodic table had on different types of plants. Helium was the last element I tested, so I named my character Helium and I became an herbalist because I enjoy plants."
"Oh, that makes sense...I guess," Twilmer yawned.
"Look!" Helium pointed, stopping suddenly. Twilmer lazily opened one eye and say a field of flowers. "These are Hanna flowers. Their nectar can be made into a type of energy drink that can restore energy to tired muscles." Helium set Twilmer down and began to pick the flowers. He used his pestle to mash the flowers and produce a sweet smelling substance. "Eat this," Helium offered.
Twilmer eyed it warily. She wasn't familiar with potions and such made by herbalists, but she'd heard stories of how herbalists had said they were healing someone with a potion and ended up poisoning instead. "How do I know this isn't something that will poison me and you'll leave me here to die?"
"Trust me," Helium said. Twilmer sighed and took the potion. Frankly, the recharge time for a Pichu was just too long and she was useless completely fatigued like that.
"It's kind of sweet. Wow, I feel great!" Twilmer stood and began charging forward with even more fervor than before. "Didn't I tell you not to lag behind?" Twilmer looked over her shoulder at the herbalist. "We've got a party to form!"
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End Chapter 1
I'm gonna go ahead and put this out there: this fic is like my baby since I'd been writing on it for so long, so I most likely will turn you down if you ask me to write about this universe, BUT there may be exceptions if you have a well-thought-out idea. Please respect this. I don't want to sound rude ^^;
warning for some language (which I am trying to write out some of it) and some plotsex (nothing vulgar and is mostly just hinted at) in later chapters. There is also some homosexuality in later chapters as it is partof one of the character's pasts. Just a warning.
The premise is an MMORPG Pokemon game
Chapter 1: Helium and Daisies
ooo
"I hate my life," Twilmer sighed as she glared at the many, many people that surrounded her. She only reached below their knees, counting her tall ears. "Why me?" Twilmer groaned, very unhappy that she was a Pichu. Many girls were squealing as she ran through town. They found the pudgy little mouse quite adorable.
"Fix the glitch, Twilmer. Find a party if you'd like, Twilmer. How does the PWO Corp expect me to do that as a Pichu?" she grumbled. Who would seriously think a Pokémon was recruiting a team? They would probably try to tame her to become their partner. A foot came down unexpectedly and Twilmer had to use a quick attack to avoid being stepped on. "That's it! I am so sick of this! An administrator for the biggest online game ever shouldn't be reduced to a stepping stone!" She yelled at no one. Most of the gamers looked down at her in shock. She continued her way angrily through the town, waddling awkwardly as she was unused to the stumpy Pichu legs.
She was tempted to log out and give up, but she very rarely turned the game off these days since she'd finally accomplished her dream of becoming a paid administrator. She now dedicated her full time to the game, Pichu or human.
Twilmer finally gave up on the town and quick attacked through as fast as she could. No help was going to come out of a place where everyone either wanted to pet or tame her. In Pokémon World Online, each player could tame one Pokémon to work with them. Often a gamer could go for months without a partner until they found one which could best aid them in their chosen class. For example, a swordsman would likely want a Scyther companion. Twilmer had been a grace master; a class that focused on agility and balance in battle and while exploring. Her partner had been a Sneasal; she hadn't seen her since she'd become a Pichu.
She looked around and noticed that she had arrived in Cobalt field, a large and open field where many first timers would come to get used to the game. Being a field, it was an ideal location for herbalists. This class focused on mixing different plants and herbs together to create potions and powders that could be used for attacking and healing. Fortunately, herbalist was one of the least popular classes and Twilmer figured she would be safe from trampling feet there for awhile so she could rest and think on where she should go next. "I could recruit an herbalist, but they aren't very useful," Twilmer thought to herself.
She walked through the field, lost in thought on how she could possibly get a high level player to help her, when a brown gloved hand stopped her in her tracks. "Careful, you almost stepped on a kitzu daisy," a soft, gentle voice warned. Twilmer glared up angrily to see that the brown gloved hand was connected to a male with auburn hair and green eyes. He was wearing a pink, herbalist robe.
"Who gives you the right to tell me what to do?" Twilmer snapped angrily, pushing his hand away. "And what's with the pink robe? Are you gay or something?"
"No, but this was the only clothing accessory I could afford at the time and it has grown on me. Ever since I bought it, girls seem to stray from me and I get stares. It's been hard trying to find a party to do quests with." Helium paused. "Wait a second, you talked?" The young adult man blanched as he looked at the Pichu, who was giving him a look that could kill.
"No, I chirped. Of course I talked. I'm the great administrator Twilmer. I was turned into a Pichu when this glitch I was sent to investigate messed with my character's data. Ever since then, I've been trying to find a party to help back me up since going at this on my own doesn't seem like it will work," Twilmer explained.
"Oh, I've heard of you from a couple of gamers on general chat. They weren't really the kindest people I've ever met. You don't seem snobbish or stuck up to me." He smiled.
"Yes, well, I think they were just jealous of my position. I am a rather busy and famous woman. Anyways, I would recruit you for my party, but herbalists are pretty useless. I suppose you will do until I can find something better." Twilmer waved her paw as if herbalists were far below a rodent who shocked itself while attacking.
"I'll be happy to join your party. No one's ever asked me to join their party before! Oh and if you couldn't tell, my username is Helium and this down here is my partner Gloom," Helium motioned to a drooling plant Pokémon by his legs, "and it's a pleasure to not only meet an administrator, but to join her party. I do have to disagree with you on one aspect, though; herbalists are not worthless." Helium smiled softly at Twilmer, who simply waved a paw as if the matter was too small for her to deal with.
"Yeah, whatever helps you sleep better at night. We still have many positions to fill and not much time left in the day, so you better not lag behind." Twilmer bustled off purposefully, which was rather hard for a small rodent to do. Helium took one step for every three of Twilmer's.
"I'll make her see how useful herbalists can be one day," Helium thought to himself as the two continued through the large field. About thirty minutes later, Twilmer was panting and slowing down.
"God, why did they make a Pokémon that has just feet and no legs? No wonder they're so weak if they can't even get anywhere to train due to these things they dare call legs," Twilmer whined.
"Do you want to ride on my shoulder?" Helium asked. Twilmer gave Helium a reproachful stare and continued on; too proud to admit that she was tired humphing at the very idea until she tripped over a rock. She laid there for a bit until Helium picked her up and cradled her in his arms. Twilmer was too tired to protest.
"Stupid tired level being higher for Pichus," Twilmer moaned in embarrassment as she was shifted to Helium's shoulder. "So," she began, trying to make conversation to bring attention away from her current position, "why'd you name your character Helium? Do you sell balloons or something?"
"As fun as that would be, no, that's not why. I was studying chemistry when I first started playing this game and the effects the elements of the periodic table had on different types of plants. Helium was the last element I tested, so I named my character Helium and I became an herbalist because I enjoy plants."
"Oh, that makes sense...I guess," Twilmer yawned.
"Look!" Helium pointed, stopping suddenly. Twilmer lazily opened one eye and say a field of flowers. "These are Hanna flowers. Their nectar can be made into a type of energy drink that can restore energy to tired muscles." Helium set Twilmer down and began to pick the flowers. He used his pestle to mash the flowers and produce a sweet smelling substance. "Eat this," Helium offered.
Twilmer eyed it warily. She wasn't familiar with potions and such made by herbalists, but she'd heard stories of how herbalists had said they were healing someone with a potion and ended up poisoning instead. "How do I know this isn't something that will poison me and you'll leave me here to die?"
"Trust me," Helium said. Twilmer sighed and took the potion. Frankly, the recharge time for a Pichu was just too long and she was useless completely fatigued like that.
"It's kind of sweet. Wow, I feel great!" Twilmer stood and began charging forward with even more fervor than before. "Didn't I tell you not to lag behind?" Twilmer looked over her shoulder at the herbalist. "We've got a party to form!"
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End Chapter 1
