How To Use Your Pokemon-1When you see Pokémon, you see creatures that you can battle with, creatures you can trade and collect as if they were cards. They are animals. They are status symbols. They are pets. They are warriors. That's what a lot of people see. Some people see it differently.How To Use Your Pokemon-1 by twilight-traveler
Red, the legendary hero who stopped Team Rocket, saw them as companions that were always ready to fight by his side, always ready to tackle any obstacle no matter how great.
Leaf, his childhood friend, saw them as creatures of comfort that stayed by her side, though she didn't see them as pets, but as friends.
Ethan, who followed in Red's footsteps and defeated the rise of Team Rocket, also held Red's view of Pokémon as companions, though the way he played with them in brief moments of peace made them seem like more like friends than fighters.
Lyra, the daughter of the runners of the Pokémon daycare, looked a
Another Kimblee Christmas Twus the day of Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirringAnother Kimblee Christmas by twilight-traveler
Kimblee unlocked the door and opened it, dropping the key under the mat.
Except for Kimblee.
Kimblee looked around, raising his eyebrow, slowly walking into the living room.
Kimblee pranced back and forth through the house, buzzing like a bumblebee.
He looked here, he looked there, he looked just about everywhere
But he couldn't find the voice, speaking with such a flair.
"Flair? Really? Are you that desperate for rhymes?"
"Oh shut up. I'm a novelist, not a poet."
Kimblee looked up at the exposed rafters, seeing two pairs of legs dangling down. "Twi "
Twi poked her head down, her long purple hair falling out from behind her ear. She blinked a couple of times with her one visible eye and went back to narrating. Kimblee rolled his eyes and went to the kitchen.
Atop the rafters, there arose a clatter
AToFMLW-12A Twist of Fate Makes Life WorthwhileAToFMLW-12 by twilight-traveler
Mia jumped off the train, the snow crunching under her black boots. The train had stopped a while ago, though the military men had told her to stay inside to not have her get in the way of their work. After five minutes, she thought they had done enough of a job and was ready to confront her teacher. She started walking, muttering to herself as she approached the lights of the men. "I'm going to kill him. I'm going to bash his head in, that idiot!" She wasn't joking. She'd bash his head in with whatever part was around. Since there was an explosion, she'd be able to utilize some metal as a way to bash his head in. She could see him now, standing tall amongst the snow, waving away men as they tried to stick bandages on his forehead. He'd look at her, smile and say "Miss Mia" like he always does. She'd then bash his head in.