May this plotbunny be easy to write also

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Notes: <> for telepathy, ** for thoughts, italics if a pokemon talks

Chapter 3: Bird not in a cage

< Master ash? >

Ash smiled. < Yes? >

< Are we wandering through the Ilex Forest next? >

< Yes. >

Another unown spoke up. < Legend says Serebii nests there, is that not true? >

< Yes, but you told me how she sleeps. >

< We shall find out in due time, at least. >

Ash walked on.

Quilava, Phanpy, Furret… only three, that was why people tended to underestimate him. If only they knew…

He smiled brightly. < Well, let’s go! >

Psychic bubbles of laughter welled up in his mind and shivered over his skin as the feelings linked and retracted and chained back.

What can I call it? Oh yes, symbiosis in a pure form.

The unown were part of his family now.

His real family…

Ash idly pulled his black gloves on, there was a reason he wore them. They hid the markings on the backs of his hands. Circles of power…

Circles are very powerful things. Spin a circle and you get a sphere, a sphere is the shape of a pokeball, and so on and so forth.

Maybe… there was adventure.

Unowns didn’t look for adventure. They were the scribes, the bards, the recorders… others went out to chase danger, they just… wrote it and viewed it and analyzed it and remembered it.

Knowledge was important though.

He smiled.

They made it through Serebii’s shrine without incident, and she was not there… so the forest was still safe. Good.

It made the unown’s duty, his duty, so much simpler.

He placed his hands on the ground, scanning. Satisfied that there was nothing, he walked on.

Life had gotten so much easier, he would just grab the badges, fight the Elite Four, and retire.

He had to copy down the history, after all.

He was the Chronicler, the one who would translate from pokemon to human the tales of fate, to prevent past mistakes from happening again.

History cannot repeat itself.

There were many tales of sacrifice and great sadness in the past. They cannot happen again.

He brushed some dirt off his pants from where he had knelt down, and walked on. Goldenrod was next.

S hummed.

Ash felt the psychic webs shaking slightly. < Yes, ancient one? >

< I sense danger lurking in Goldenrod… >

The F glyph also seemed to wake from its normal state of somnolent, magic slumber. < I shall find the source of the disturbance. >

Ash nodded, quickening his pace. If there was danger, it was better to find out quickly and counter.

“Let’s go.”

The M shape hummed, as a pair of steel-edged wings, dyed violet, sprouted from his back and he took to the air.

V activated its own power and they vanished.

Ash kept himself hidden until the source was pinpointed as the Radio Tower.

How interesting.

< Team Rocket? >

< Yes. Take care, Chosen. >

< Do not worry too much, though, we shall protect you. >

< You are Chosen. We are one. >

< We will never leave you… >

The unown hummed, strengthening their psychic hold as Ash smirked. < Thank you all. >

It was easy to enter, actually.

Vanish still worked, as long as the rockets could not see him, they could not stop him either.

And for the ones whom he ran into?

Well… they would be fine in the morning.

Once they recovered from their insane laughing bouts…L in combination with P, perfect teamwork.

Yes…

Ash’s eyes gleamed yellow as he flew into the main office. It was time.

The false director found himself tossed out the window. The real one appeared minutes later, shocked.

What had happened?

No one could tell.

His staff was clueless; they hadn’t seen anything.

The Rockets were not much better.

Those that weren’t still laughing hysterically – mind snapped via psychic pokemon perhaps – were oblivious. They hadn’t even realized that they had lost.

The security police swarmed in quickly, taking care of the mess.

Still…

It was not until the Elite Four showed up quickly for support that all resistance halted.

“The radio tower was taken over by Team Rocket and you didn’t realize it?” Officer Jenny blanched, as the Rocket Executive who was cuffed in front of her just laughed.

Calculated golden eyes stared at the man.

Lance crossed his arms, annoyed. “Lorelei.”

Lorelei nodded, her Jynx following. A ball of ice formed in its hands, and with a lipstick, Lorelei swiftly drew X’s on the arms and legs.

The rocket screamed, ice cuffs appearing on his arms and legs.

“The ice will continue spreading until you are frozen solid.” Lance said almost amusingly. “So will you talk?”

“Champion…” Jenny said, but Lance cut her off.

“No, I need answers. But you don’t’ need to be here.” Lance’s eyes glowed bluely. “Amnesia Wave…”

Jenny fainted, leaving Lance and Lorelei alone with the Rocket, who was already shaking.

Things were not looking good for Team Rocket.

End Chapter

Created 4/16/04, complete 4/17/04