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> playing Pokemon OR
> someone wants to trade with me
> agree to the trade
> trade over my Lugia and Decoys
> GOT KYUREM AND HOOPA OUT OF IT
>:iconevilgrin2plz:

Seriously.

How does that happen.
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So, what's happening so far?

Well, I'm back in school, taking a class I was supposed to take at the beginning of the semester (better late than never, though), as well as two others which I need for my writing concentration.  Frankly I'm nervous, ^^;;;;;;;

Additionally, I'm looking for a freelance writing position online, at last!  (Mainly because I'm sick of working retail, still socially anxious IRL)  Found this one where you submit articles for an RV / Camping website; looks good, 3 to 7 articles a week...  I'll give it a shot.

Got my dad to help me with trying to keep my computer away from me every night, so I can get a good 8 hours of sleep again, every day.

Lastly, I'm trying to get back into Magic the Gathering (spent $140 on cards today o.o ).  It's practically the reason I'm looking for a freelance position in the first place, really; gotta make enough to pay for the cards I need somehow.

So, that's what's been happening.  Hopefully I'll get back to submitting more stories and poems sometime soon.  Until then, thanks for reading and I'll try to keep you guys posted more often.
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made by this dork :iconultimatesassmaster:

if you haven't seen her art yet, do so, cause it's awesome--
Team Name: Birds of a Feather
Guild Affiliation: Cartographers
Team Ranking: [Team Rank F]; [0] Team Points
Authenticated by: Devdas Gadhavi, Registrar

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Uh, something interesting.
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Wick // Male // Combusken
Age: 25, Young Adult // Absolute: 1
Gentle // Strong willed // Blaze


--Wick’s muscles are clearly defined; his body is slim and toned from years of rigorous exercise.  Hilariously he has four small, red plumes curved upward on his head, from the top to the nape, like a mohawk.  He’s a foot taller than most Combusken too, and has a long, elongated feathery tail pointing upward, its tail feathers drooped low.  His chest feathers are poofy, and the feathers around his neck seem to curve, jutting out a little.  He suffers from occasional aches and pains from the scars on his left leg, left side of his chest, and his right arm.

Moveset

Move 1: Brick Break
--Focusing energy into his hand, Wick swiftly raises his arm and delivers a karate chop powerful enough to shatter almost any defense, such as Barrier, Reflect, and Light Screen.

Move 2: Flame Charge
--Wreathing himself in flames, Wick charges toward his opponent and slams into them with incredible force.  He mounts up his speed over time, transforming him into a powerful, fiery battering ram with a ridiculously hard head.

Move 3: Dig
--Wick can dig a hole--really, really fast--and tunnel through the ground.  Careful not to miss any left turns, doc.

Move 4: Frustration
--After losing badly or stuttering for an aggressively long time, Wick loudly evacuates a barrage of angry outbursts from his mouth, drawing attention from every angle.  While this is normally annoying, his stutter makes it more hilarious if anything.

Inventory:
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--A voucher for any accessory of your choice!  Unfortunately there's not much on sale at the moment...
Item 2
--Description



Tashi // Male // Sigilyph
Age: 24, Young Adult // Influence: 0
Calm // Somewhat vain // Magic Guard


--A calm, if foolish, Sigilyph, his looks are just as intimidating as his personality.  His body is scaly, much like a dragon’s, but hidden by his feathers, except for his neck and his legs.  He has an elongated neck with a long beak.  His oval eye, which can change colors, is large and strangely adorable for such a cycloptic Pokemon, in spite of how uncommon this phenomena is.  But what’s most intriguing is the pattern on his chest: the two smaller eyes are spherical, but the face it makes, screams fright, as if confronted with some horrible truth.  A scar streaks across the left side of Tashi’s head, like a frost-glazed comet falling to earth.  Finally, he has a stubby little dragon tail with a ball of feathers on the tip.

Moveset

Move 1: Rain Dance
--Tashi flies into the sky and performs a mesmerizing dance.  His performance gathers several clouds together which slowly manifest into a grey curtain that sends several tiny liquid gems hurtling toward the surface.  In truth, no one knows why he does this, and he won’t divulge any details as to his purpose either.

Move 2: Charge Beam
--After suppressing his mounting rage, Tashi flies into a fit of anger and looses a bolt of lightning from his mouth.  While it’s rare for him to be angry, one thing’s for sure: his rage is as unforgiving as a Dragon's, and all who stand in his way are demolished.

Move 3: Synchronoise
--Tashi likes using this as an echolocation technique, making tongue clicks to vibrate sound off of other Pokemon, as well as spelunking caves for exploration’s sake, and to annoy Zubats, Golbats, and Crobats.  It’s also really loud when he snores which, unfortunately, is frequently.

Move 4: Whirlwind
--Despite his relatively small size, Tashi can whip up a fearsome gale which whisks most Pokemon off their feet with a powerful wave of his wings.

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“You’ve gotta be kiddin’ me!”

An angry sputter leaked from one Combusken’s beak as he stood in front of the Registrar’s home that afternoon, a giant wooden head in a small village populated by a dozen of them.  While the shape of it assumed that of a normal Kecleon, the garish color palette was more akin to a Dunsparce.  Even worse, the glowing sun overhead only made the yellow even less appealing, glaring down at it like a disapproving father figure judging their child’s art project.

Said Combusken, named Wick, had traveled a few blocks from his house, in the scorching heat, with his companion, a Sigilyph named Tashi, to this garish house in the hopes of leaving their dull lives behind in favor of adventure and treasure--rather than spending the whole day asleep.

“We’ve been wai- w-wai- s-standin’ here for five minutes!  Where is he?”  The Combusken had a particularly bad stutter, infecting every one of his sentences.  “This is r-r-ridiculous.”

Tashi’s face dropped, and not just because of his partner’s impatience.  Before arriving at the registrar’s house he imagined a more agreeable color palette than the one he now gazed sadly at.  In his mind, these colors clashed like two Honedge in an all-or-nothing duel.

Quickly canting his gaze away, the yellow-feathered bird yawned, then raised one of his sagging wings and preened it carefully.  His muffled voice rang through his feathers.  “Wick, you’re gonna scare the poor guy away--”  The Sigilyph winced in pain, accidentally pulling a feather out.  “--if you keep yelling like that.”

But Wick ignored his partner’s comment in favor of gazing angrily at the door and tapping his left foot against the dirt, forming tiny dust clouds with every pat of his talons.  Patience never was his strongest suit; he wore out too quickly for that.  Angrily, he threw up his arms and blurted out, “Seriously, what is he doin’ in there, readin’ porn?”

Almost after his partner’s embarrassing outburst, Tashi groaned.  It’d been a few days since his rescue from Skyset Woods, by Wick, from a vicious pack of Absolute Poochyena; and already, he wished he’d been saved by someone else.

“I don’t know.  He might be,” the yellow-feathered bird grumbled.  His patience wore thin.  “I know I'd turn tail if I heard you squawking like that.”

Then, out of sheer anger, a wide-eyed Wick turned to his partner and shot back a nasty retort.

“Well no one's stoppin' you.”

In that instant, the Sigilyph changed his tune, stepping back and shifting his feet awkwardly.  As if defeated, he canted his mournful gaze toward the ground.  

The gaze on Wick's face relented.

"I m-mean, I'd stop you.  There's a g-good ch-chance I c-can't make it alone, and I need your help."

Neither one spoke for a moment.  The cockerel was anxious beyond words as he furrowed his brows and crossed his arms.  A droplet of sweat slowly climbed down the side of his head, little by little.  Soon, he threw up his hands, loudly coughed, and strode up to the front door--

--and wound up crying out in pain as the wooden wall slammed harshly against his face.  The Combusken clutched his beak in pain, angrily staring up at the Kecleon casually greeting them.

“Ah, uh, pardon me! Do you have an appointment?” Devdas hummed, his tone upbeat and composed.  His smug face was a perfect opposite to Wick’s worrisome scowl.

Despite registering his question, neither avian spoke for a moment.  The Sigilyph looked around nervously, feeling a breeze blow through his vibrant feathers.  It was a bitter, wintry chill, to say the least.

Finally, with a nervous stutter, Tashi replied, “Y-yeah, uh, we’re here for the, uh, the what-zit.”  His grimace lingered, his body shuddering in fear from anticipation.  “The, uh, the interview.”

“Ah yes.”  Devdas sped through his words. “Brilliant.”  Hurriedly he withdrew back into his home and gestured for the other two to follow, with a mixture of impatience and delight coloring his face.

“Come along now. We have some work to do inside. Hopefully you didn’t think that was all of it.”  He hastily and dryly added, “Frankly, this weather has become too disagreeable lately.”

More?  The red cockerel opened his sore beak to utter something rude and sarcastic, feeling like he was trapped with the world’s most annoying ‘Mon; what was next, a lesson on economics?  Not only had he missed his usual workout for this, but now they had to sit through more of this lizard’s rhetoric?

Tashi, however, politely managed to cut him off.  “Lead the way!” he said with a tiny smile.

Just as Devdas’s back was turned, the Sigilyph yawned, and followed him inside.

Wick, annoyed with his partner’s sudden interjection, grudgingly sighed and followed suit.  He always had that bad habit of interrupting him every time he tried to speak his mind; maybe it was a Psychic thing.  Even though Tashi knew zero Psychic abilities.  Maybe it was just intuition? like a rage-detector built in to his senses.

The gravel shifted under their talons as they walked inside.  As soon as Tashi saw what was inside, he nearly gasped with delight: almost every single shelf teemed with books!

In stark contrast to Tashi’s fascination with them, Wick just crossed his arms and looked indignant.  This was taking longer than he hoped.

In ‘risen’ platforms on the ground lie sectioned-off locations for two things: the desk --in which is piled with countless amounts of papers and whatnot-- and what looked like a wooden storage box. The chameleon saunters over to the desk, unraveling the information that they had bestowed upon him earlier and placing it on the desk.

“These working conditions are abysmal,” the Kec says, “but at least I have my own place now. Need to put aside a month to rearrange this place.” The lizard looks over at you, observing your every contour, and grabs a piece of charcoal from a small mug on the corner of the desk. “What is your name?”

“Well, think I’ll g-go first,” the disgruntled Combusken started before clearing his throat.  “My name’s Wick.  I moved here from the desert a year ago; pretty harrowing, but it was worth it!”  He sighed.  "Shame there's not a lot of bars here, though."

Meanwhile, the Sigilyph briefly stated his name with a smile.  “I’m from up north, in the mountains.”  The plain avian's smile turned awkward.  "There's really not much to me at all; I lived a normal, boring life: gathering food, harvesting crops.  My life isn't much to talk about at all, really."

Their brief statements pleased the Kecleon, and it showed on his face.

Feeling a sense of wonder, Tashi elicited a tiny noise from his throat as he walked over to a pile of books.  “Did you write all these yourself?”

“Why thank you; it took me the length of several lifetimes to compile all these books; more than you can shake a stick at!”  Then the garish-colored reptile’s tone suddenly turned stern with a hint of venom mixed in.  “However, I’d prefer if you didn’t touch them, thank you.  The research stored in those is invaluable, as well as...out of alphabetical order.  You can thank Cody for that.”

“Cody?  Who’s Cody?  He your helper?”

“Don’t repeat that name, please.”  The Kecleon put his demand as politely as he could without sounding too gruff.  “I have enough headaches to worry about without the clowns loitering the town.”  As you answer him, he starts to scribble upon a loose piece of paper lying around on his desk.

“But yes, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Devdas, the registrar of this village. How are you doing?”

Wick opened his beak to speak, first with his token ‘I’m fine’, before returning to the nub of the matter at hand.

“I’m doin’ alright.  Weather’s been really nice lately, perfect for a run.  Uh, not to be rude n’ everything, b-b-but d-do you think we can get down to b-b-brass t-ta- agh!” Wick threw his arms up in defeat as he seemed unable to finish his sentence.  “Can we get down to business?”

“Alright, alright.  No need to shout.”  Devdas frowned slightly, as he was of the same mindset.  “Can you turn to your side for a moment?”

Both avians complied.

“Perfect.”  Devdas glanced over at Wick’s claws curiously.  “Now, you seem to have a peculiar body type, Wick,” he said before showing him his drawing. “Do you, by chance, have… Sandslash, in your lineage?”

“Huh?  Oh, you mean these claws?  Guess you could say I inh- inhe- got ‘em from my dad!”  The cockerel plastered a huge, silly grin on his face, which only became more annoyed as he continued.  “Makes digging pretty easy!  Holding on to stuff...not so much.”

“But, the best part?  My dad and I used to dig burrows underground while we traveled through the desert to find new oasis towns.  One time--”

A loud, obnoxious snore made Wick’s feathers stand on end.  His anger only grew, as he swiftly turned his gaze toward the source.  The Sigilyph, who’d been mysteriously quiet throughout this whole story, was snoring loudly, sounding off his Synchronoise and annoying the other two.

Even Devdas himself stared in disbelief, raising his left paw to scratch his head.  As he marched behind his desk, he uttered, “Did, did he just..?”

“Ugh, n-not again.”  With weary resignation, Wick planted both his claws on Tashi’s shoulders and started lightly shaking his body.

“Hey, Tash, wake up!  Tash, snap out of it!”  His voice rose as he rattled his partner vigorously.  His attempts to wake his partner were about as effective as trying to budge a Metagross with one’s head.

“Dammit, this always happens...”  After a minute of trying to snap him out of his trance through rigorous violence, nothing happened.  Finally, the angry Combusken clamped his clawed hand on the Sigilyph’s beak, cutting off his air flow.

Unfortunately his brash move backfired.  Not even seconds after his flow of oxygen ceased, panicked, muffled screeches filled the air as Tashi started violently flapped his wings.  “Mh, mhhh!!”  Wick, in his panic, found himself unable to let go, his vice-like grip frozen on the Sigilyph’s beak.

“Tash, calm down!  It’s me, Wick!  Dammit, will you stop for just a minute?!”

From behind his desk the registrar watched the whole scene unfold, his eyes wide with fear.  This interview turned into more of a hassle than he--

*whoosh!* went a sudden burst of wind from Tashi’s wings.  Devdas swiftly panicked himself, the several tens of sheets of paper he’d neatly organized, flying all over the house like a swarm of birds, thanks to his Whirlwind.

The Combusken watched in horror as every single piece of paper swirled around the room.

“Shit!”  In a split second, without hesitation, Wick let go of his partner’s beak.

Of course this wound up sending Tashi, whose flapping had become so strong, crashing into the back wall with incredible force.  He slumped to the ground, groaning in pain.

For a moment, all went quiet.  Not a soul moved.  Wick and Tashi were stock still, breaths caught in their mouths, as the registrar stared in disbelief for several moments at the mess strewn around his office.  His left eye twitched.  His mouth was agape, his mind unable to fish the words out of it.

Then a terrifying screech loosed itself from the reptile’s lips.

“My papers!” Devdas screamed as he rushed toward a guild application he’d taken such care with, surrounded by what was once several piles of paper; now, his floor was a complete mess.  But that wasn’t what horrified the Kecleon as his glance darted around the room.  “Do you know how many hours those took to organize?!  Now I have to start all over again!”  Out of fear and frustration, Devdas started grabbing at papers without so much as glancing at which teams were on them, what Guilds they were assigned to, or anything.  He just needed to collect them before anything else happened.

However, another mess (emotionally at least), the Combusken, guiltily stared at Tash, then back at the lizard, and sighed to himself.  Once again his impatience struck, dealing a blow to his psyche.  I’m so damned careless, all the time, he thought.  Can’t catch a damn break.

While the Kecleon hastily gathered papers, Wick walked over toward one guild application and stared at it.  The gaze in his eyes could only be described as distant.

I’m coming back.  I don’t care how long it takes me.  I’m going to finish what I started.

The lizard hastily glanced at each document and tried to arrange them by Guild, for his own sanity, and for the sanities of any other members hoping to discuss their arrangements.  With efficiency and precision, he gathered all the documents together and carried them back to his desk.  Though, he could have sworn he heard two piles of paper--

“I’m really sorry about all that, sir.”

A meek Wick glanced at Devdas with guilt in his eyes as he stuttered out an apology.  “Didn’t mean to make such a mess.  If you want, we’ll v-v-vamoose.  We’ll r-register another day.”  His tone was grumbly and angry.  After all, Tashi--or, he--made a mess of the house.

As the incensed registrar glaring at him?  “Well.”  The bi-pedal lizard slowly walked closer toward the cockerel with fists clenched, lips pursed.  “I hope you’re not expecting to get out of this incident with a slap on the wrist.”

Wick scrunched up his face like he was expecting to be smacked, or lectured harshly.

“That said, nothing wound up severely damaged, save for my schedule this week,” the chameleon concluded firmly.  His eyes briefly glanced at Wick; then, at the two piles, one in order, and the other, not.  Then he let his thoughts stew for a moment, a tiny smirk appearing on his face.

“I’ll forget this happened,” he began, hastily adding, “But!”

Wick halted as he raised his arm and opened his mouth to say something.  His response shriveled in his throat like a wilting flower.

“You, as well as your partner, get to be my assistants for a while.”  Taking an almost dignified stance, with his arms behind his back, Devdas began to pad around the room.  “That means helping me organize all of the papers you and your partner flung around, as well as filing them.  You’ll also...”  His rhetoric continued for several minutes.

Slowly, bit by bit, Wick felt his soul creak from how crushingly dreary these terms were as the minutes ticked by.  His body was toned, but his mental fortitude felt weak and flabby.

But, perhaps as an act of mercy, Devdas caught Wick out of the corner of his eye, sulking, and cut himself off in the middle of explaining more boring details.  “Are you sure you can handle that?”

Wick’s response?  A simple yes: quick and to the point, just the way he liked it.  Would have saved them time if they’d just gotten down to business, like the cockerel asked for.

“Brilliant, just amazing,” the Kecleon said brightly.  “I hope you’ve an excellent memory in that head of yours, because this is a demanding task, though it may not seem like it at first.  Now that that’s out of the way…  Oh, where is it, did it--  ah!”  He opened his drawer and revealed the application he’d carefully hidden in his desk.

“As I was going to say earlier: which Guild are you interested in joining?”

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What a miserable day today turned out to be, the registrar thought as he sifted through several applications that afternoon.  On his right lay one such application, hastily written as evident by the messy handwriting, as well as stamped with a purple print on it.  His seal of approval.

The Kecleon, after having caught such a brief glance at it, grimaced.  But, to his pleasure, at least they’d think twice before making such a mess again.

And so, after a long and tiring day, the two new Cartographers saw themselves out, with Wick slowly, and carefully, carrying his injured partner home on his back.  His feet gently kissed the ground, step by step, he felt accomplished.  Now, he had a means of earning a steady income, so he could pay for his meals instead of having to forage in Skyset Woods every single week.  No longer did he have to dread entering the displeasure of the feral locals.

“Wick--” Tashi’s groggy tone snatched Wick’s attention.  The ailing avian moaned as he winced in pain from his aching spine.  “Didn't I tell you?”

“Tell me what?” the Fire-Type asked as he lent an ear to the ailing avian on his back.

How could he forget already?  “Never, ever grab my beak like that.”  Tashi smiled weakly.  "Or I will fry your ass like an egg."

A grin formed on Wick's face, reciprocating his partner's.  "Says the scrambled mess on my back."
PMDA Cartographers' Guild App: Birds of a Feather
HNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGG THIS TOOK SO LONG TO FINISH--

Sorry about the lack of actual stories on my end, folks; I know it's been more than half a year...  But, fuck, this took me a while to finish.  Not that it took THAT long...

I'm going to update this with a brief list of my character's personality traits later.  For now, I hope you enjoy this!

CREDITS:

Wick and Tashi: ShuyinTheEnigmatic

Devdas: :iconpmdabsolution: (go check it out now it's really neat plug plug B))

Cody: :iconwritercoda:

Puff (minor reference): :iconcoffeespecs:

Jockey (minor reference): :iconwonder-waffle:

PMDAbsolution: :iconultimatesassmaster: and its admins

Do not repost this story anywhere else without permission!  If you want to, please credit me!

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  • Listening to: Youtube videos
  • Reading: Gone Girl
  • Watching: Music on YouTube
  • Playing: Nothing, for now
  • Eating: Chicken
  • Drinking: Snapple
> playing Pokemon OR
> someone wants to trade with me
> agree to the trade
> trade over my Lugia and Decoys
> GOT KYUREM AND HOOPA OUT OF IT
>:iconevilgrin2plz:

Seriously.

How does that happen.

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Pureadimelograno Featured By Owner Aug 10, 2015  Student Digital Artist
Really thank you for the :+fav:! Watch me if you feel like :la:
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ShuyinTheEnigmatic Featured By Owner Aug 13, 2015  Student Writer
You're welcome ^w^
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SilverWolfJudge Featured By Owner Jul 31, 2015
HEYO!
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ShuyinTheEnigmatic Featured By Owner Aug 1, 2015  Student Writer
Oh, hi!  Nice to see you, ^^
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SilverWolfJudge Featured By Owner Aug 1, 2015
Well, what chu doing today?
I'm bored.
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ShuyinTheEnigmatic Featured By Owner Aug 3, 2015  Student Writer
Just writing, ^^  Sorry to hear you're bored D:
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Meta-Kaz Featured By Owner Jul 27, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
hi Shuyin how are you?
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ShuyinTheEnigmatic Featured By Owner Jul 27, 2015  Student Writer
^^  Hi!  I'm doing good, and you?
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Meta-Kaz Featured By Owner Jul 27, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
well beside the summer warm, I'm fine.
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ShuyinTheEnigmatic Featured By Owner Jul 27, 2015  Student Writer
Agreed, it's really warm over here :/
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