Topic: Tagg's One Shots and Side Stories
Well, I guess I'm joining in the bandwagon of canon one-shots like Tracer and Umbra. As fair warning, these will probably be fairly anachronistic in order.
The Northern Desert, Seven Years Ago
-My team and I have currently made a makeshift shelter in a cave for the night-
I have to wonder, why here? Ever since that thing happened, nothing's been the same anymore.
Muddy: -Staying in the shadows- <Man, I hate the desert. It's really hot during the day, but at night it's colder than the lower levels of the Shoal Cave.>
If what people say is true, places like this are great for getting a little...perspective. Far away from the cosmopolitan south, this is my land.
Forecaster: -Staying close by the fire- Hey, at least going out in the sand doesn't scrape you, Steel, or Cobalt up like me, Draca, and Tropius.
Steel: -With a chunk of iron ore in his hands- <D-Do you guys think that there's anything that could eat us out there? We're so far away from the nearest Route.>
Draca: -Annoyed- <Quit being such a hatchling Steel. How I managed to get caught by you boggles the mind. There's not much that can take all six of us on.>
-Can pick up the gist despite not being a Monese speaker at the time-
Guys, quit fighting.
Cobalt: <Yes, it's quite distracting and wastes valuable energy.>
Not a nice place, this desert. When we first got here I nearly became Drapion food. Then there was that time we had to fend off those Hippowdon and I lost some of our water. I suppose it's a good thing that I have two mons that can make rain on demand.
Tropius: -Can hear what seems like singing- <Can you guys hear that?>
Muddy: -Steps out the cave for a moment- <Yeah, sounds like a Flygon.>
-Looks out towards the horizon at what appears to be a rapidly approaching sandstorm-
Flygon? Shit, that's going to whip up a sandstorm.
Tropius: <Wonderful...Not only do I have to stay in a desert with hardly a speck of rain, but we have to worry about sand stripping the flesh off our bones.>
We need to move, deeper within the cavern. Let's go!
-My mons and I make our way deeper inside just as the outer cavern starts getting covered in sand-
Deeper within the cavern
I think we're safe here.
Muddy: -Notices a bunch of skeletons- <Er, no we're not.>
Steel: <Oh no.>
Drapion: -Comes into view- <Usurpers, in my cave? Get out.>
Okay, he appears to be in classic territorial position, but we can't go out with the sandstorm out there.
Draca: -Bares her very large fangs- <We're not going anywhere, bug.>
-Breathes out a gout of flame-
Muddy: <Perhaps we should try some diplomacy.>
-To the Drapion-
<We didn't mean to intrude, we're simply some travelers looking for shelter.>
Drapion: -Attempts to slash Muddy with a Cross Poison- <Then you can travel down my gullet!>
Muddy: -Barely dodges- <Whoa!>
Well, I suppose that negotiation failed.
Cobalt: -Attempts a Psychic, only to fail- <What?>
Drapion: <Your psychic tricks won't work on me!>
-Bites down on Cobalt with a Fire Fang-
Forecaster: -Angrily- <Oi! Bug!>
-Sends a Thunder Wave his way-
Drapion: -Gets paralyzed- <Argh!>
Steel: -Wraps his tail around the Drapion- <We are not food!>
-And stomps him hard-
Muddy: <Now what was that about? It's not exactly smart to attack when you're outnumbered six to one.>
-Looking at the unconscious Drapion-
This guy looks kind of young. Probably would explain the foolhardy agression.
Cobalt: <The storm appears to have cleared up.>
Oh thank goodness, let's get out of here.
-My team and I leave the cave, being greeting by the sunrise as we come out-
And that's what I love about here. You never know what you'll see next.