Marcus chuckled as the wacky trio flew off into the distance. Turning his attention to the trainers next to him, one of whom spoke to him directly.
"My name is Marcus" he replied with a small smile. Turning to a new voice approaching from behind him. He was surprised to see what look like a...
Marcus watched as yet another trainer entered the fray, appearing on their side, the odds of the strange trio winning were extremely slim he'd say. "I'd say you three should quit while you're ahead and move along, you're quite obviously outmatched." he said the rainbow haired couple.
The dual bolts of electricty struck the Arbok with immense power, having no time to respond, it fell to the ground unable to move. "This is honestly too easy" Marcus remarked, Luxio returning to his side.
The Arbok writhed and seized as the electricity shocked its body causing it to fall to the floor only to be encased in Galvantula's electro-web. Luxio, now free of the wrap, stood ready for more action. With a lot of effort Arbok broke free from the webbing but, not without damaging itself in...
As Luxio charged fangs gripped Arbok, as the snake then wrapped itself around his body. Still holding the Arbok in his mouth, "Fry the snake" Marcus called to his Luxio. In seconds Luxio discharged a massive electric burst from his body.
Out of the corner of his eye, Marcus saw the stanger who had called to him earlier had now approached him asking... for instruction. "Dude.. you fight the guys trying to steal people's pokemon?" Marcus replied with a thin smile and a questioning tone.
Smirking, Marcus turned his head to Luxio and nodded, and the Pokémon darted at the approaching Arbok. "Thunderfang, go" Marcus said. Luxio's fangs charged with electricity, and he launched, ready to bite Arbok in half
Marcus chuckled as the cheeseburger sailed through the air, leaving a mess as it slammed into the pink haired bandit. "this is just get..." out of nowhere yet another Pink haired woman appeared, this time accompanied by a blue haired man. "Is Kanto always like this?" Marcus laughed as he stood...
Marcus' jaw dropped. "That Raichu just used psychic..." Marcus said under his breath. Even Luxio had now taken interest in the battle, sitting on its hind legs rather than laying down. The two had watched Blaziken tear through the girl's first two Pokémon. But after getting confused he was...
A sudden voice in the distance broke Marcus' gaze from the battle. "Its all good there bud, I think they have it under control." Marcus replied back, turning his gaze back to the battle.
"Do you think the bug stands a chance?" Marcus asked the resting Luxio laying at his feet. Raising its head, Luxio made a low pitched growl. "Yea, me neither." Marcus replied back petting his friend. Marcus looked back at the unfamiliar Pokémon intrigued by it and its trainers intentions.
Marcus watched as the tension grew between the pink haired girl and a blue eyed stranger. He saw lips moving but was too far hear anything. Marcus was intrigued by the girls apparel. Where he came from, bad guys dressed like astronauts, not biker gangs. Things seemed to heat up as the blue eyed...
Marcus sat next to a window, so he could enjoy the view of the beach. Along the shore he could see a volleyball game, surfers, and even a battle on the beach. Marcus watched as the Jolteon moved with unblieveable speed, dodging a massive pillar of flame launched from the Ninetails mouth. The...
Marcus sat in the waiting room, while nurse joy tended to his Pokémon. He studied the map of Kanto he picked up off the stand in the lobby. From Vermillion he could reach Cerulean in just a few days walk. "Marcus" nurse joy spoke from across the room. Hearing his name broke him from his...
Walking just off the peer, Marcus looked around and found a familiar face. "Officer Jenny" he yelled, chasing after the green haired enforcer. "Hello there, what can I do for you young man?" she asked as she turned towards Marcus. "I just arrived here and I'm a little turned around" said Marcus...
Marcus stepped off the S.S. Palkia, fresh sunlight hitting his pale skin. He had realized training in the snow and caves had come at the cost of all his skin tone. Looking in the mirror he saw a ghostly version of himself. After tanning on the sail over, he had regained a minor amount of color...
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