The Quest for the Legends

Ash to Scyther: I ended up winning a few, yeah. Most memorable… probably some of those adventures with raging legendaries and whatnot. Those always stand out a bit.

Weavile117, you cannot ask Chalenor anything, as he is both dead and has not had a speaking role in the story. But Arceus has pretty much sat in his own universe without communicating, yeah, mostly asleep.

Mark: Maybe. I guess traveling is inspirational to people, and I'd like to see the legendary birds and stuff when they've been freed, but I'm not too keen on traveling, at least by foot. Maybe I'll just get a car.

As for my Pokémon, well, they'll have to choose that for themselves.

May: He's not really close to anyone. Doesn't like to be touched except by me, doesn't speak, and pretty much ignores everyone else. But he battles well and is obedient, so I'm not complaining.

Mew: The legendaries? They always exist. After the War, the Creator's first job is to recreate the legendaries so that they can guard the Pokémon of the world and maintain balance in it. That is how it is and has always been.

Entei is a separate individual from Heatran, and he resides in Johto while Heatran guards Stark Mountain in Sinnoh. Some of their powers are similar, others not.

Chalenor was… a good friend. He was kind, caring, intelligent, courageous and loyal. I wish he weren't gone.

Diamond: It's pretty fun. I like it, as long as it doesn't last too long.

Vicky: *smiles mysteriously* That's for those who battle us to find out.

Mark: *draws* It was something like this.

(What, you thought I would draw it? :P)

May: I am not "uncaring"! No, I'm not going around waxing poetic about loving your Pokémon, and I expect them to perform if they're going to be on my team, but why do you people keep talking like I'm some big meanie being mean to them?

Alan: Right now, Route 308.

May: What the hell? Vibrava himself said he was fine with it. They're all fine with it, except Lapras and that was just because she was a special case. Give me a break.

Mark: *glances at May* Um… well, she's right that her Pokémon don't mind, I guess, and you can't really… I mean, she is harsh sometimes, and if I were a Pokémon I wouldn't want to be hers, but they seem to just ignore it. As long as we can avoid another Lapras, I don't think she's that terribly bad… right?

Rob: I am looking for Mew. It's none of your business what else I've been doing.

May: Stop making all these stupid, baseless accusations. Just look at Lapras - I stopped using her the moment she complained and then released her just like she wanted. It's not my problem if she didn't complain right away. What do you want from me? Psychic Pokémon-empathy powers? Give me a break.

Razor: Friendly dueling or talking, mostly.

May: You know, I'm not even going to bother anymore. You're just going to insist on antagonizing me no matter what I say.

Flygon: She's okay. She helps me win a lot of battles now and she's happy with me.

Lapras: I did not really want to be a trainer's Pokémon, but I gave it a chance. I do not know if I would still be giving it a chance with Mark. I never knew him that well.

May: *unimpressed*

Mutark: *wails unhappily*

Suicune: They have no responsibility. We simply expect them to stay alive with the gems unharmed until the War is over, and to ensure that, we had to select those that made the best use of their power and showed the skills to survive.

May: *raises eyebrow* Compensating for something, huh?

Charizard: *freaked-out stare*

Mark: What'd you do that for? <_<


…honestly, though, please stop wasting my time with twelve thousand attempts to make the characters react to random hijinks and poking. This thread isn't for bothering the characters endlessly; it's for when you actually want to know something about them or their opinions on something. I don't mind occasional goofing off, but this is really just tiring and takes up a lot of time I could be using to actually do something useful. You know it's bad when I'm starting to dread looking at this thread and put off replying to it as long as I can let myself get away with.

May: Um, what the hell? No.

Christopher: Scizor is doing fine. He's had worse than losing a wing.

Christopher's Scizor: I feel fine and my wing is back.

Victor: Well, you don't get to be an official Gym leader unless you have a theme. It's just League regulations. Rick got away with a non-type-based one, but you know he gets away with… a lot of things.

Leah: Well, we'd've hightailed it out of there. Felix can Teleport, so that wouldn't have been a problem once it was hopeless.

May: *snort* Does your world even have Pokémon? Don't get cocky about something you've never tried in real life.

But yeah, eight legendaries at once is going to be a problem. And Earthquake isn't going to cut it either, since I believe they can fly. It'll take some planning, at least. Hope we don't find them too soon.

May: Are you thick? Of course it matters whether there are Pokémon there. If you've never had a Pokémon battle, you're not going to be any good at it. That's how skill works.

Mark: I don't know. It sounds pretty impossible, but… I guess we'll just have to try, right?

May: Fat chance. Somebody pop your overinflated ego with a needle.

Leah: Oh, I've caught Latias already. The only ones left now are Mew, the Waraider herd and the Color Dragons.

Used my Master Ball already too, actually. Mark probably needs his.

Mark: Um, it's Ash's wife, presumably?

May: What's with you people's interest in his mom? Why do you care? Do you know her or something?

Mark: Not really. Alex had a little sister and I heard plenty about how annoying she was, so…

May: No. I can do what I damn well please.

Charlie: Um… I think I've had enough of being another Pokémon, to be honest. I like staying a Charmander.

May: Generally it costs almost the same as buying a new ball; it's just not worth it.

No particular reason; I just went with something that sounded good. I knew her middle name was Victoria before I'd decided on her last name (that being an allusion to her competitive nature), and then it was just finding something that would complete it smoothly. No relation with the Gym leader/Champion Wallace is intended, if that's what you were wondering.

May: Go away.

May: *tosses it back at you*

May: What are you talking about? He doesn't know a thing about what he's doing. He's just sitting there ordering a bunch of damaging moves because his stupid clones are powerful enough to get away with it. For crying out loud, he used Hyper Beam. He wouldn't get out of the preliminaries if he didn't cheat.

Huh, I didn't realize it was past midnight on the server when I posted this. I mean, it wasn't even midnight in Iceland yet. Really, you people. I wouldn't joke about something like this. I can't believe so many of you would just jump to conclusions because you don't like what happened in the chapter. I mean, I get if you wanted May with Alan, but come on, he's fifteen and she's twelve. That's just gross.

Listen to Negrek. The whole fic has been carefully building up to this; it's been planned for years. Maybe you just didn't get it and need to read it again.

May: I can't believe I cared about something trivial like that before. I was trying so hard to make Mark notice me, but now… I don't care. I'm with him. That's all that matters.