Tom Green Chronicles Mark II
Created | Updated Apr 23, 2003
Whee! It's a Chronicle! Hurray Chronicles!
Giovanni: *staring intently at his computer screen* The power of Isengard is at your command, O Hallowed Jessie... Of... Jessie...ness...
*Jessie's voice sounds shallowly from the computer* Breed me an army worthy of the Citadel.
Articuno: *flies in through a large window, puts its head to the side* Wha' orders from th' Citadel, m'lawd?
Giovanni: ...Get the others. And bring the green jell-o…
Articuno: Eh?
*Pokémon ripping down trees*
James: *gets up, looks over side of tower (where he has been imprisoned)* ...Dude... This is so not cool.
Articuno: Sah why da we need th' gre'n jell-o m'lawd?
Giovanni: *shrugs* I'm hungry?
Articuno: Ri' then... *sighs, flies off, muttering about stupid humans*
James: *who is on the tower, in case you've forgotten* I gotta find a way off here...
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Firefly: This was once a great Pokécenter... I can recharge my Pokedex here. So we're staying
here for the night.
Sera: Shouldn't we keep going?
Firefly: Hello? Didn't I just say 'I can recharge my Pokedex here?'
Sera: Meaning?
Firefly: That we stay here tonight.
Jade: *collapses with fatigue*
Segue: *throws his stuff down on the floor, sits beside Jade*
Link: *groans*
Sera: What ever… *takes out a copy of Cosmo and begins reading up on How to Please Her
Man*
~later~
Firefly: *tosses them each a Pokéball* These are for you. Keep them close. I'm going to have a look around. Stay here. *walks off*
Link: Cooollll…
Segue: ...Dude, you need to get a hobby.
Link: *lower lip quivers* But... Pokémon Sapphire!
Jade: *from her makeshift bed of other people's jackets and cloaks* Dude, he's right. Get a girlfriend or something.
Link: *takes out his Gameboy and generally ignores them, muttering things about stupid wastes of sentience*
~even later~
*Sera, Link and Segue are gathered around a fry pan which is situated on top of a fairly small fire.*
Segue: My potato's burst...
Link: Could I have some hash brown?
Segue: Want a potato Sera?
Jade: *yawns, sits up* What are you guys doing?
Segue: Potatoes and nice crispy hash brown... *indicates said food with a toasting fork*
Sera: We saved some for you.
Jade: Put it out, you fools! Put it out! *stamps it out with her boots*
Link: Oh that's nice! You got your nasty boot-germs all over the hash browns!
Segue: You do know what this is a skillet, right Jade?
Jade: Ah. Sorry. *sits down beside them and helps pick dirt off things*
Sera: That script... You know, sometimes it's just pure insanity.
Segue: *plucks an extremely long hair off a chunk of potato and makes a face* You said it...
Link: *mouth full of potato* We ought to deviate.
Jade: You think?
Link: *swallows, nods* It might be more fun.
Segue: He has a point, you know.
Sera: Yeah. It isn't as if Jessie’s ever actually going to find us.
Jade: You make a strong point... *forks some hash brown into her mouth*
War: *screech*
Death: I REALLY WISH YOU'D STOP DOING THAT...
War: Sorry...
Link and Segue: *looks of surprise*
Jade and Sera: *looks of worry*
War and Death: *ride on up*
*They run to the top of the tower, and Death and War come straight at them with their swords drawn.*
Link: Should I throw my Pokéball at them, do you think?
Segue: Do you think that's the sort of thing that's likely to help us right about now?
Link: I could always try.
Segue: Okay then, by all means do it.
Link: *throws Pokéball at War* Go Pokéball!
*Pokéball hits War on the nose, completely fails to yield anything resembling a Pokémon*
War:
it! What the did you do that for you ing little !Link: That’s not good...
War: *walks up, knocks him over*
Link: *sprawls on the ground whimpering* Owwie!
War: *does more or less the same to Segue and Sera*
Segue: *falls, whimpers*
Sera: *falls, but as to avoid conformity, does not whimper*
Jade: *for the sake of continuity, disappears*
War: I can see you, you little
... *takes out a small dagger and stabs Jade in the left shoulder. She then drops the dagger, apparently forgetting about it.*
Firefly: *from absolutely nowhere* Charmander! Flamethrower now!
Charmander: Char! *belches flame at Death and War*
War: *set aflame* Ow! This is so not cool!
Death: *dually aflame* WELL THIS IS A TRIFLE INCONVENIENT...
*War and Death run away*
Firefly: Ha ha! *points Pokéball at Charmander* Charmander, return!
Charmander: *obediently becomes a small bit of red laser-beam and gets sucked into the
Pokéball in Firefly's hand. He pockets the ball.*
Jade: *once again becomes visible, screams (assorted explicative) in pain*
ing of in' ers!Sera: Jade!
Jade: Oh
ing ! Sera: Firefly!
Firefly: On my way! *examines the wound on Jade's shoulder* She's been stabbed by a really nasty looking blade… *picks up dagger, the blade of which promptly vanishes. He pockets the hilt for use in the next chapter* And I don't have any bactine...
Sera: ...So what do we do?
Firefly: The only guys I know hereabouts that have bactine are the Elves. So I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say that she needs some bactine. From the Elves.
Segue: Because they're the only ones that have any?
Firefly: Ever-so...
Sera: Oh... Heh. Why didn't I think of that?
*a bit later*
Firefly: *has Jade slung over his shoulder* Hurry!
Link: I didn't know he was so strong...
Segue: Yeah, he's a bit of a wossname... Waif, en't he?
Link: Wouldn't surprise me terribly if he were an elf...
Segue: You know?
Jade: Ow...! Mind the shoulder...
Firefly: ...Just hold on a bit longer, Jade...
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