Part 3

                Tyson continued to mumble to himself as Indy and Quincy tried to figure out how they could travel with the terrified venonat.  “He’ll definitely be useful when it comes to fighting with special attacks, but he’s not the best traveler in the world,” Quincy reasoned. 

                Indy’s ears twitched.  He whispered, “Somebody’s coming.”  Acting quickly, Indy scurried up the nearest tree trunk and up to the leafy top-boughs.  Meanwhile, Quincy wedged his unusually large tail blade under Tyson, and then waited for Indy’s signal.  Once Indy had reached a stable branch, Quincy used his whole body to fling Tyson up into the air.  Indy caught onto his tiny arms and swung him up on the branch beside him.  Indy then looked down to make sure Quincy would make it into the tree in time, but just then, nearby bushes began shaking and familiar voices rang out.  Petrified by the sound of his mother’s voice, Quincy froze, realizing he wouldn’t have time to climb a tree.

                Just as he was steeling himself to be caught, his whole body began glowing blue and he felt himself being whisked through the air.  Before he knew it, he was perched on a branch in between Indy and Tyson.  As Quincy was set down, Tyson’s eyes stopped glowing blue and he slumped from the effort of using his psychic powers. 

                Before Quincy could thank Tyson for his quick thinking, his mother burst through the trees, furious.  Immediately after her came Indy’s mom, looking equally angry.  The angry primeape glared around the clearing.  She said to the beedrill beside her, “I swear I could hear voices coming from over here.” 

                The beedrill shrugged her skinny arms.  “Don’t look at me; you have the better hearing of the two of us.” 

                Indy’s mom glared around the clearing, and looked up into the trees.  Quincy’s stomach dropped as she looked right at the place where they were sitting.  There was no way that she could have missed them.  Much to his surprise, the primeape shook her head and continued on past the clearing.  After a few more seconds of looking around, the beedrill followed her. 

                All three of the Pokémon up in the tree let out huge sighs of relief.  “Man Tyson, that was some great thinking,” Indy grinned at the still trembling venonat. 

                “Yeah man, thanks for getting me up here in time,” Quincy said gratefully. 

                “Well that was great too, but that’s not what I was talking about,” Indy smiled at Tyson. 

                “What?” Quincy looked confused. 

                “I didn’t know you could do that with psychic” Indy grinned, enjoying Quincy’s confusion. 

                “I’ve…never made one so complex before, but I guess it worked,” Tyson mumble. 

                “What the hell are you guys talking about?!” Quincy was extremely curious now.  “Did you have something to do with Indy’s mom completely overlooking us?” 

                “I-I just…put an image of the tree without us in it into her mind when she looked at us.” 

                Quincy’s eyes widened, “you can do that?”    

                “Yeah…kinda.  I can usually put small images in other people’s minds, but I’ve only ever tried it with my mom, you know.  For practice.  This is the most complex picture I’ve ever tried.”

                Quincy laughed in admiration, “taking you with us is sounding better by the minute.” 

Doodle

Trying out a different eye style....

Part 2

(try to ignore the fact that I forgot the scarves in the first pic :x)

     

           Quincy and Indy took off through the trees, practically flying.  They moved fluidly and naturally through the forest, Quincy using his tail to catapult himself, and Indy using his limbs to propel himself forward.  Exhilarated, Indy smiled and flung himself across a particularly large gap between two trees. 

                Without warning, Quincy stopped in his tracks.  Indy, caught off guard, stopped a couple feet after him.  “What’s wrong?” he asked, turning to look back at Quincy.

                “We can’t leave without Gideon,” Quincy frowned.  “He wants out of here just as much as we do.  Plus, what are we going to do if we run into some birds?  Neither of us would stand a chance.” 

                Indy felt a jolt of guilt.  How could he have forgotten about Gideon?  “We…we can’t go back now.  We’d lose the element of surprise.”  He frowned, “even if we could go back and find him in time, there’s no way he could keep up with us in the forest.  He can’t exactly travel through the trees like we can…”

                Quincy looked extremely sad, but he conceded that Indy was right.  “We have to come back for him someday though…” 

                “We will.  Someday.” 

                Reluctantly, Quincy continued on through the trees.  Indy followed along behind him.  Indy knew that this would be hard on Quincy; after all, Gideon was his best friend.  Letting out a big sigh, Indy tried to feel the enjoyment of flying through the trees that he had before, but he couldn’t seem to recreate the feeling.  He shook his head and looked forward, only to find himself colliding with a large, hard object, suspended in front of him.  Stunned, Indy stumbled a bit, and promptly fell out of the tree.  

                “Oh Arceus!! I’m so sorry!!! I didn’t see you there!!” a frantic voice assaulted Indy’s ears.  Indy groaned and sat up, only to be greeted by two huge, blue eyes. 

                Indy sighed, “hey Tyson.”  He slowly got to his feet, checking to make sure nothing was broken.  He’d taken plenty of harmless falls in his time, but there was still a chance of hurting himself. 

                Tyson scrambled all around Indy, murmuring apologies and shaking his head.  “I’m really, really sorry.  I was just practicing lifting some rocks with psychic.”  He motioned to a large rock, sitting a couple feet away. 

                The young venonat was obviously distraught, and Indy knew he did not have time to deal with it.  “Listen, Tyson, I need you to not tell anybody about this.” 

                Tyson looked confused.  He cocked his head to one side, his large hat slipping slightly.  “Not….tell anybody?  Why?” 

                Quincy dropped down next to him.  “Indy, you know this is useless.  As soon as somebody looks at him the wrong way, all of this is gonna come spilling out.” 

                Tyson, startled by the sudden appearance of another one of his friends, is completely silent.  Indy narrowed his eyes, “are you suggesting we…”

                “Take him with us,” Quincy nodded.  “If we don’t, our mothers will figure out what we’re up to right away.  Tyson can’t keep his mouth shut and you know it.” 

                Indy sighed heavily, “Alright Tyson, you’re coming with us.”

                “Bu-but…”

Thaison's Bio

Although his actual name is Thaison, I'll probably spell it Tyson in the actual story.  He's a super-special shiny!! He learned psychic as an egg move from his mother, but he doesn't have complete control over it yet.  

Quincy's Bio

I realized just as I was putting the text that I forgot the feet....that was a bit of a fail, but whatever.  Weedle doesn't learn any cool moves :C But it doesn't matter, cause Quincy fights with his big tail blade >:D

Indy's Bio

Gonna start doing these now.  He knows earthquake because he got it as an egg move from his father, but he can't always use it.  

Part 1

                Indy and his mother always fought.  They each had such different world views, so it was inevitable that they would have disagreements.  That morning, however, was particularly bad.  Indy had once again brought up the idea of going off on his own on an adventure.  His mother had heard his reasoning hundreds of times, and each time she adamantly refused to listen to him.  All she ever said in retaliation was that it was too dangerous, and that he was too young.  Well.  Indy was tired of it.  He had been asking nearly all his life.  It wasn’t as if he hadn’t been training.  He was definitely strong enough.  He wouldn’t take no for an answer.

                His mom, once again, did not see it his way.  The two of them screamed at each other until completely enraged.   Finally, Indy realized his mother could not see reason.  He stormed out of the house and streaked off into the forest.  As soon as he reached the tree line, he swung himself up and off the ground.  He moved so much more naturally in the trees than he did on the ground; he flowed smoothly from branch to branch, using his tail and all four limbs to guide him onward.  After a while of this, he began to slow down, his temper cooling slightly.  He stopped and slumped back on a wide branch.  His tail, unusually tufted for a mankey, hung dejectedly off to the side of his perch.  He pulled at the dark blue scarf he had wrapped around the end of his tail, lost in thought. 

                He started from his thoughts as he heard a rustling on the forest floor.  His pointy ears twitched and turned, attempting to pinpoint the location of the intruder.  From a scruffy bush emerged a small weedle with an unusual, scythe-shaped tail blade.  It had a red scarf tied around its neck.  Looking up and spotting Indy, the weedle grinned and began climbing the tree, spiraling around the trunk.  When the weedle reached where Indy sat, Indy smiled and nodded in greeting, “hey Quincy.  What’s up?” 

                “Not much.  Trying to stay out of my mom’s way.  She’s in a moooood.”  He widened his eyes in a comical gesture. 

                “Haha, same here.  We had another big argument.  She’s just really set against this whole ‘Adventuring’ thing.” 

                Quincy frowned.  “Yeah, my mom doesn’t like the idea of me going off on my own either.  We’re not even that young, I don’t see why they can’t let us make our own decisions.”  He seems to be considering something.  “What if we…bypass our mom’s decision process?” 

                Indy grins, “I see what you’re getting at.  That might actually work.  We’d have to be quick to put enough distance between us and the town before they figure out what’s going on, though.”

                “Nobody’s quicker than us when it comes to traveling through the forest.”

                “Damn straight.  Let’s get out of here.”