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« on: October 30, 2013, 02:04:41 AM »
Slateport City, approximately three years after Mewtwo's trial...
Pyro was still sunbathing atop a parasol on the beach since challengers to the Lavaridge Gym were still few and far between. His Pokemon were all out enjoying the beach as well. Firebrawl the Blaziken was sitting cross-legged underneath the parasol, deep in meditation. Memphis the Empoleon was chasing any pretty lady or 'mon that passed by. Mr. Spook the Gengar clung to the shadows only for his tongue to lash out and snatch an ice cream cone from a tubby Hiker. Jawbreaker the Garchomp was busy eating the concession stand while Socks the Rotom frolicked among the dunes. As for Loki, Pyro's stalwart Zorua, he laid curled up next to his trainer.
It seemed to be another normal day at the packed beaches of the port city under a tremor shook the ground. Everyone teetered and wobbled but it was not enough to make anyone but the most clumsy fall. Then the water pulled back, which usually preceded a tsunami, and the crowds began to panic and stampede inland. All except the eternally ten-year-old boy, who lowered his shades and gawked at the thirty-foot-tall wave.
"Hey Memphis!" he called to his Empoleon, "This rude wave is blocking my sun. Ice Beam it!"
"POL!" Memphis replied before it fired an Ice Beam from its beak. The blast of compressed, frigid air struck the wave and froze it completely. Yes, you heard me, the Emopoleon just flash froze a mile-wide tidal wave.
Pyro hopped off the parasol and stared down the motionless iceberg. He pointed to the south.
"Hey! Isn't that the S.S. Anne?"
Despite the sheer impossibility of it, the iceberg floated off in the direction Pyro pointed in where it would presumably melt in Hoenn's tropical waters. He then returned to his perch on the parasol to lay down.
"Too bad Mewtwo and Quickie couldn't come," he said to an unruffled Firebrawl, "I hope they got the card I sent 'em!"
Firebrawl nodded, "Ken!"
Elsewhere, in the shady foliage of Petalburg Woods some hours, a trio of grunts wearing Robin Hood-styled tunics and caps conversed with their commander.
"You are telling me that after we spent a fortune on R&D for our seismic generator, building it, and placing it on the continental shelf to wipe out Slateport with a tsunami," the commander said in exasperation, "some brat had his Pokemon freeze the wave and told it to take a hike?!"
One of the grunts nervously chuckled, "That's what they say boss."
The commander threw his hands to the trees, "I DON'T BELIEVE THIS!"