"Miss Travers please just one more-"The reporters words were cut off by the door and thank Arceus for it. Lorelei Travers wasn't sure how much longer she could stand being in a small room with that awkwardly sweaty man and his attacks on her person. She rolled her eyes as she listed off every ignorant ruse of a question.
"Do you feel trapped being the first woman in ages to be considered in the Kantoen Elite? Is it difficult to take up such a high role when you yourself are not Kantoen born? What was the thought process behind locking down the council?"
They were in fact all very serious and logical questions, only she had given her answers
Zanas's Fire Red Novel Nuzlocke: Just a Bad Dream by Omen11, literature
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Zanas's Fire Red Novel Nuzlocke: Just a Bad Dream
The crowded seats of the stadium bellow out in cheers as family, friends and strangers shout in triumph. Feet stomp and hands clap to a booming beat. The announcer recalls each second that passes into a microphone, speaking with the speed and skill of an auctioneer. The field, the stage of the show, is littered with charred grass and rock, sliced up dirt and large indentations from an unseen force, as the combatants rage on with their battle.
"What are you thinking?! He has a type advantage over you, switch out!" a young woman screams to the back of her pick to win, her lover, demanding him to use every trick they had thought off, every stra
FR Nuzlocke Chapter 1: There once was a Prince by Omen11, literature
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FR Nuzlocke Chapter 1: There once was a Prince
"Jirachi Christ it's just an Eevee" Zanas groaned, sitting under a tree as a circle of girls fawned over the new Pokémon recently given to them. Their screams of delight stung Zanas's ears even from such a distance, as they held their "super cuties" in pride.
Some of the Pokémon being held seemed just as joyful as their owners while others looked confused and just as irritated as the young boy under the tree.
Zanas yawned as he reached one arm over his head to the other and stretched out every muscle from his shoulders and back, down to his stomach. A loose green denim jacket stretched down from his shoulders, down his back an
FR Nuzlocke Chapter 2: Cleaning up our mess by Omen11, literature
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FR Nuzlocke Chapter 2: Cleaning up our mess
Zanas grunted as he lifted the last of the restocked boxes. He sighed in relief as his gaze fell upon and climbed the handful of small box towers, as well as the trinkets and science equipment that he and this "Melody" had spent so much time reorganizing together. Now the once cluttered mess of an office was a much more neatly stacked and maneuverable area.
Boxes and plastic containers were put into corners or in the closet and Zanas even saw Melody organize the Professor's instruments in a neatly fashioned space on his work table next to the window which was to the back right of his main desk.
The two had done a good job working together,
FR Nuzlocke Chapter 3: Gone but didn't forget by Omen11, literature
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FR Nuzlocke Chapter 3: Gone but didn't forget
The hours passed as the old man lectured Zanas, Gary and Melody throughout the evening. Thankfully though, his lecture evolved from mindless Pokemon science terms and into something more exciting. Gary had been, and continued to lean back in his chair, balancing on the back legs with his foot on Professor Oak's desk, having heard these stories of real world survival before however eZanas and Melody, it was a first.
Oak ran down memory lane, recalling the days of harsh rain and snow and whatever else Arceus could throw at him in one day. Wrestling Kangaskhan for food, not to capture them, putting out fires on tents and homes in the middle of
FR Nuzlocke Chapter 4: Rules and Bloody Faces by Omen11, literature
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FR Nuzlocke Chapter 4: Rules and Bloody Faces
Two days had passed since Zanas, Prince and Duke marched from the safety of the boy's empty home. They passed a handful of houses still locked up and quiet so early in the morning as well as a few shops that sold dolls and homemade trinkets, also closed before working hours and of course the lab which may have had its lights on, but if anyone was still inside they were fast asleep.
Zanas didn't stop for even the briefest moment at any of these places. He didn't need to sit down and reminisce about days past. His life in Pallet was like an episode on TV that had been a rerun since the pilot, and he was sick of it. Always the same jokes and pe
