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guardians_song) wrote2013-01-10 04:12 pm
Now Sporking: The Power That's Inside, Part 4/4
@->->-
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
I was jolted from my sleep by the sound of Jessie screaming.
"Oh, what the...." I grumbled, dragging myself from my sleeping-bag and rubbing
my eyes. I'd been in the middle of the most wonderful dream. A dream about...well,
I don't remember exactly what it was about, but it had been so beautiful and so
peaceful. Needless to say, I wasn't too thrilled about being forced to wake up
from it only to face the rotten day ahead.
Jerry: *hopefully* CAN this fic be all a dream?
Tom: Ain’t that a nice thought. No.
"OH!!!!! MY!!!!! GOD!!!!!"
Panic siezed me
Tom: (Meowth) – good spellin’, laddie, in the War O’ Badficcery –
when I heard Jessie scream again. I looked frantically around
the campsite, but she wasn't anywhere to be seen.
The screams sounded like they were coming from the woods, but what would she be
doing out there?
Jerry: Perhaps she was catching a Pokémon, relieving herself, or just going foraging for supplies? Grown women can move on their own, you know.
Tom: THIS one can’t.
Jerry: …*facepalm* *sigh*
Had the Scythers come back for us while we were asleep?! Had
they dragged Jessie away to torture her some more...
Tom: (Scythers) We’ll shave your mohawk, too! And your eyebrows!
or kill her?!
Tom: (Meowth) Without killing James?! You stupid Scythers! If ya don’t get them both, de survivor’s going ta wangst enough ta drive us all mad!
Apparently, James was thinking the exact same thing. When he pushed his mop of
blue-violet hair out of the way, I could see that all of the color had drained
from his face. His terror-filled emerald eyes were the size of dinner plates as
he looked up at me. "Jessie! No, not again!" he screamed silently,
Jerry: *FACEPALM*
Does he also ‘run slowly’?!
his voice on
the brink of panic.
"JAMES!!!!! MEOWTH!!!!! COME HERE!!!!! QUICK!!!!!"
Tom: (Jessie) I BROKE!!!!! A NAIL!!!!! AND IT REMINDED ME!!!!! OF THE TIME MOMMY PAINTED MY NAILS!!!!! WHEN I WAS A LITTLE GIRL!!!!! ON THE LAST DAY I EVER SAW HER ALIVE!!!!! *CRIES!!!!!*
Well that did it.
Faster than you could say, "Team Rocket blast off at the speed of light!" James
had jumped from his sleeping-bag, pulled on his boxer shorts, and sprinted off
into the woods.
"JESSIE!!!!! JESS!!!!! WHERE ARE YOU?!" he shouted.
Not wanting him to charge headlong into danger by himself, I quickly followed.
But when I caught up to him, I realized something....
He had hair!
Jerry: (Meowth) Yer a mammal!
I'd been so worried when I heard Jessie scream that I hadn't even noticed James's
hair was shoulder-length once again...and I don't think he noticed, either!
Now I was confused. How had all of his hair grown back overnight?
Tom: Through th’ wonders’a B-movie films. Th’ director forgot James was supposed t’ be nearly-bald between shots.
Jerry: *sigh* Don’t go more meta on us than Cori Falls went already. That “the author loves you and is always watching over you” scene was just too much.
I had the feeling that when we found Jessie, we'd find the answer,
Tom: (Jessie) I superglued a wig to your skull during the night, you see. The problem is that, when I tried to glue mine on, Wobbuffet sprang out of the Pokéball at just the wrong moment…
(Giant Curl of Disembodied Hair) WAAAAAAAAAA-BUFFET!
so the two of
us ran faster than ever in the direction that her screams had come from.
@->->-
When we finally did find her, Jessie was standing on the bank of the pond once
again. The short, blue robe she was wearing fluttered gently in the morning
breeze...
Jerry: Miss Falls… you literally couldn’t stop the purple prose to save your life, could you?
and so did her mane of wild, crimson hair, which reached almost all the
way to the ground!
James stopped dead in his tracks when he saw her. "Jessie!" he gasped.
Slowly, she turned to face him. Her eyes were as wide as his had been, and they
were brimming with tears...tears of joy!
James grinned and swept her into his arms. "Jessie! Oh, Jessie! Thank God you're
okay! I heard you screaming, and thought the Scythers got you again!
Jerry: (Jessie) No, I just realized my sandals so did not go with this robe.
And...and...your
hair! How did...."
Jessie embraced him and returned the smile. "I'm fine, James. I'm sorry I scared
you. And I don't know how my hair grew back," she replied. "I...I just got up to
get some water, and...and when I leaned down and saw my reflection....
Jerry: Has Cori Falls ever stopped to consider how much Jessie’s hair would weigh compared to a plain mohawk? I think her reflection would not be her first indication.
Oh, James,
it's a miracle!"
"I'll say!" he agreed as he ran his fingers through her sea of pristine red hair.
Tom: An’ he promptly drowned in it. Th’ End.
"It's like nothing even happened yesterday!
Jerry: (James) All hail the Pokémon Episode Status Quo!
Your hair is just as beautiful as
ever!"
Jessie reached up and tousled his blue-violet hair. "So is yours, James! So is
yours!"
James raised an eyebrow as he freed one of his hands from her mane and placed it
atop his own head. His smile grew wider than ever when he realized that his hair
was back to normal, too.
"Well, I'll be damned!" he exclaimed.
Tom: Y’ are. In th’ circle’a hell fer bad fanfic characters.
Jerry: There is no such circle.
Tom: Well, then, they oughta make one.
The two of them embraced once again and rested their foreheads together.
"Oh, Jessie! This is wonderful!" James whispered. "I love you so much, and
seeing how upset you were yesterday...well, it broke my heart!"
Jerry: *deadpan* It broke the readers’ hearts, but they were just mourning her canon characterization. Clearly, that paled in comparison to mourning her hair.
"I love you, too, James," Jessie replied. "And I'm sorry I was so mean to you.
Jerry: (Cori!Jessie) I’m so sorry, I may even wait two fics before slapping you in the face and telling you to go to hell again!
No matter what I say or what I do, you'll always be my one true love. I hope you
know that...."
Jerry: (Jessie) Because the readers sure don’t.
James kissed her gently on the forehead. "I do, Jess," he told her. "Like you
once said to me -- even when you're at your worst, I still think you're the best!"
Tom: (James) And like my therapist once said to me – there’s no reasoning with Stockholm Syndrome!
Jessie's smile grew even wider as the soft morning sunlight sparkled in her
sapphire eyes. "Thank you, James," she whispered.
"You know what? I think that no matter what happens to us, as long as we have
each other,
Jerry: (James) - and the author on our side -
we'll be just fine," James said as he returned the smile and ran his
fingers through her hair once again. "I've noticed that things always have a way
of working out for us in the end...
Jerry: *through gritted teeth* Miss Falls, Lampshading it does NOT make it all better!
I know that doesn't explain how our hair grew
back, but...."
She shrugged. "I can't explain it, either, James....Who knows? Maybe it was a
test. Something to remind us never to lose sight of what's really important.
Jerry: In which case, you failed. You failed colossally.
I
know that's what I've learned!"
He nodded. "Yeah...yeah! Me, too!"
The two of them leaned closer together, and their lips locked in a passionate
kiss. Then, a cool breeze began to blow, whipping their hair about and entwining
it.
Tom: This scene brought to you by Fabio Portraits, Inc.
I smiled as I watched Jessie and James. I was happy for them, but how this
wonderful turn of events had come to pass was still a mystery to me.
Jerry: Plot convenience. Pure plot convenience.
I mean… ah… hitsuzen. Pure hitsuzen. That is the Japanese word for “Because CLAMP Commanded It”, right?
Was it,
indeed, some kind of test?
As I thought about everything that had happened yesterday, I found my eyes
drifting to something that I was holding in my paw.
Tom: (Meowth) My Nintendo DS.
It was the braid that I had
made from their hair and my whiskers! I smiled as I looked at it and remembered
my battle with the Scythers.
Jerry: You smiled over nearly bleeding out?!
Tom: An’, fer th’ last time, IT WAS ONLY ONE SCYTHER!
Then, I remembered something else, too....
....The beautiful dream I'd been having before Jessie woke me up!
Jerry: (Meowth) All de money and cat food a Meowth could ever want… *wistful sigh*
Now I
remembered what it was about -- Miyamoto had come to me. She told me that the
three of us would never have anything to fear because
Tom: (Meowth) - de author loved us -
she was always with us...
Tom: Same thing.
always
watching over us.
So that was how their hair had grown back! And how my wounds had been healed!
Tom: (Meowth) Authorial fiat!
The three of us had proven once again just how much we care about each other,
and once again, it allowed Miyamoto to provide a little "divine intervention!"
Tom: Y’ oughta know, author, that ain’t th’ literal English translation of deus ex machinā.
I looked at Jessie and James again, still wrapped up in their kiss. The wind
played gently with their hair, but when I looked closer, I swear I saw Miyamoto's
ethereal form standing over them.
Tom: Petition to change “Miyamoto” to “Cori Falls” or “th’ author” everywhere it appears.
Jerry: Petition co-signed.
She was running her fingers through their hair,
entwining it, just like the strands of my braid.
Tom: (Jessie and James) *topple over when they try to separate*
(Miyamoto) *cackles* It’s a real improvement on the old shoelaces gag!
(Meowth) *from the sidelines* Oh boy, she really was a Team Rocket member…
Thank you, Miyamoto.... I said silently. For everything....
Jerry: (Meowth) The extension of my loan, the paying-off of my mortgage, the recovery of my sister from cancer…
When this thought passed through my mind, she looked over at me and winked,
knowing that I had remembered what she told me.
Jerry: (Meowth) So you say I should never mix the explosives and the Baked Alaska ingredients?
Jessie and James remained in their embrace after the kiss ended and smiled
tenderly as they looked into each other's eyes. The light of the rising sun
enveloped them in an aura of radience,
Jerry: - and bad spelling.
making them look more beautiful and
angelic than I ever thought possible!
Jerry: But they look more that way EVERY FIC!
Tom: As we’ve pointed out about th’ sex, that means they must’ve started reeeeeally far down on th’ scale…
(Meowth) Now ya look only TWICE as ugly as lovechildren of Muks and Quilfishes!
James always seems to have that aura about him -- not even the Team Rocket
uniform he wears can hide the light that shines in his soul!
Tom and Jerry: *both burst out SCREAMING with laughter*
And Jessie's inner-light
is every bit as dazzling as his -- she just does a better job of masking it,
that's all.
Jerry: So well that even she doesn’t know she has it?
But at that moment, as she gazed at her lover, the light in her soul
was shining so brightly that she really did look like an angel. An angel...just
like the one who stood above them now.
Well, ya know what dey say -- like mother, like daughter! I mused.
Jerry: Words. Fail. Me.
Tom: I got some, but th’ spork captain doesn’t want me sayin’ ‘em in public…
@->->-
Not wanting another run-in with the Scyther swarm (lesson learned, or not),
Jerry: ??? What does the “or not” mean?
the
first thing we did when we finally returned to camp was fix the balloon and get
off of Murka Island as fast as we could. Then, we stopped at a neighboring
island (which was, thankfully, free of bug pokemon)
Jerry: (Jessie, James, and Meowth) *in unison, as they flee from something off-screen* Unfortunately, it was full of very hungry Dragon Pokémon!
and got Arbok, Weezing,
Lickitung, and Victreebel healed at the pokemon center (which was, thankfully,
twerp-free).
Jerry: You bungled that parallel structure. It should have been “which was, thankfully, Bug-Pokémon-free” OR “which was, thankfully, free of twerps”.
Tom: Maybe I should forget naggin’ y’ about carin’ too much fer Earth Logic an’ start getting’ on yer case about Earth Writin’.
And after that, we spent the entire afternoon shopping so that
Jessie could replace all of the hair-care products she'd thrown away the night
before.
*WHAM*
…The girl known as Jerry has knocked herself out on the desk.
Her companion stares at her, wide-eyed. “I didn’t know y’ could do that.”
Guardian’s Song: Well… we’ll make an exception for this sporking.
He gives the desk a strange look, then starts slamming his head into it over and over again.
Guardian’s Song: For her alone, I meant.
He raises his head, cross-eyed and swaying erratically from side to side. “Y’ could’ve told me that first…”
And now, all of us were relaxing on the shore of a secluded island, watching as
the setting sun painted the clouds and sky in glorious shades of
Tom: - purple prose.
pink and purple.
Tom: Told y’ so!
The fading light of day glinted off of the ocean, making the waters on the
western horizon look like liquid gold. It was the perfect time...and the perfect
place for a vacation!
Arbok had curled herself around Weezing, and the two of them were nuzzling
together on a soft patch of grass beneath a palm tree while Lickitung splashed
about in the crystal-blue waves that lapped gently on the white sand of the
beach. Victreebel was perched on an outcropping of rocks further down the shore,
soaking up the last rays of sunlight.
Tom: - an’ James.
(James) MMPRPFH! *flails helplessly*
(Jessie) Do you mind? *lowers sunglasses and flicks an annoyed glance in that direction out of the corner of her eye* Some of us are trying to get a tan in peace.
(James) GARGLMNFBNRWNR!
(Jessie) Meowth said no serious harm would come to you, so be quiet! Don’t you know Victreebel stomach acid is a wonderful exfoliator? Some people would pay incredible amounts of money to get what you’re getting for free!
(James) FHHHHHRNNNNN!
(Jessie) What do you mean, “So let them do it”? They’re not here, we are. Enjoy your skin treatment.
(James) AAAARGHLMNKL!
(Jessie) Yes, it is supposed to feel like it’s melting off! No pain, no gain! *goes back to sipping her lemonade*
Jessie and James were lying together beneath a massive Australian pine tree,
Tom: Eh? What’s Austrailia? Is that th’ name of this island?
cuddling and enjoying each other's company. Even though Jessie now had a new
arsenal of hairbrushes and hairspray, she had chosen to leave her hair down for
the day. Her head was resting on James's chest as she sat in his lap, and her
hair engulfed the two of them like a silky crimson cloak. James had an arm
around Jessie's waist, and with his free hand, he was playing with her hair,
which he had twined one of his roses into.
And me? I was seated among the branches of that tree, looking down at all of my
friends and relishing the feel of the balmy sea-breeze ruffling my fur.
"James, I had the strangest dream last night," Jessie said, breaking the silence.
"What was it about, Jess?" James asked softly, pushing a loose strand of her
hair aside and kissing her on the neck.
Tom: (James) We were possessed by a crazed fanauthor who made us have mental breakdowns over haircuts…
"Well," she replied, "it was after the two of us had fallen asleep. Meowth was
standing over us...and he was...."
"....Crying?" he said, finishing the sentence for her.
"Y-yes, he was! How did you know, James?"
"I had the same dream!"
Jessie looked up at him and raised an eyebrow.
"Meowth looked like he was in pain...like he'd been in a fight, but that's not
why he was so upset," James told her. "He looked disappointed, like he'd let us
down...."
Tom: (Meowth) I… tried ta save ya from de author… but she was too strong… Write a requiem fer me, you guys… I love ya both… *slumps over, now completely the puppet of the author*
(Cori!Meowth) Can I watch ya having sex?! Don’t mind if I do! I JUST LIKE TO WATCH YOU GUYS 8D
"....And he was crying because he felt bad for us!" Jessie continued. "He
thought he'd failed us somehow, and all of his tears were falling onto us!"
James nodded. "Yeah! That's exactly what happened in my dream, too!"
Jessie's eyes widened. "Then maybe it wasn't a dream!" she gasped.
"What do you mean?"
"My momma once told me a story," she said. "A story about how when a pokemon
really loves somebody or something, its tears have some kind of magical power...."
Tom: We don’t need it recapped again! Stop it, dang it!
…*envies the unconscious Jerry* She ain’t missin’ anythin’.
Suddenly, I remembered something else Miyamoto had told me -- she said that a
pokemon's tears could become the waters of life themselves...and that they had
the power to bring back that which was thought to be lost forever!
Tom: Yes! We remember THAT YOU ALREADY TOLD US THIS!
And I had
been crying on Jessie and James before Miyamoto came to me! Had it really been
my tears that made their hair grow back?!
Tom: Thank y’, CAPTAIN POKÉOBVIOUS!
It must have! Why else would Miyamoto have told me that if I had a little
patience, I'd see what else the power of my love is capable of doing? And why
else would she have told me that story about the pokemons' enchanted tears?
Tom: An’ why does th’ author think we’re so STUPID?! We GUESSED! We GUESSED already!
Besides, she hadn't done anything to Jessie and James -- she had come only to me
last night!
Tom: (Miyamoto) I’m quite willing to chat with the talking Meowth, but so much as say goodbye to my emotionally-damaged daughter who desperately needs closure? Naaaaaw.
What other explanation could there possibly be?!
"Oh, my God!"
The sound of Jessie and James speaking these words in unison broke my train of
thought. I looked down at them again and saw that they were staring up at me,
their eyes wide with shock.
So they had reached the same conclusion.
Tom: (Meowth) I was born a Meowsie.
"M-Meowth?" James said tentatively. "Did...did you...."
"I...I think so...." I was every bit as shocked as they were!
The two of them smiled tenderly at me, tears of joy beginning to stream down
their faces.
Well, I wanted to make some kind of joke, make light of it, but that was
impossible -- I was crying,
Tom: - at th’ badfic -
too!
Jessie held her arms out to me, and I climbed down the trunk of the tree,
allowing her to sweep me into an embrace. "Thank you, Meowth," she whispered. "Thank
you so much...."
"Ah, don't mention it," I sniffled as I hugged back.
Not wanting to be left out, James put his arms around both of us. "Meowth, you
have no idea how much this means to us."
Tom: We HEARD how much y’ cared about yer hair. We NOTICED.
"Well, I know how much it hurts ta lose somethin' ya love.
Tom: Yer HAIR?
And I know how much
it hurts when ya see dat someone ya love is sufferin'," I replied.
"So you really do love us," James chuckled.
Tom: Gah! Keep it t’ th’ Kink Meme, I tell y’!
"Yeah, I do...but don't ya DARE tell anyone I said dat!" I joked.
Jessie winked at me. "Don't worry, Meowth. Your 'secret's' safe with us," she
joked back. "But that was a really amazing thing you did...that you loved us
enough to...."
"Well, after all the stuff youse guys have done for Meowth, it was the least I
could do!" I told them. "Yer my best friends, and ya make me happy. How could I
not try ta help ya out?"
Jessie smiled again. "Team Rocket, best friends both day and night!"
Now James was smiling, too. "For our friendship, we all will fight!"
My smile became a grin. "Jessie, James, and Meowth! Dat's right!"
All three of us burst into laughter when I said this, and that's how we stayed
for the rest of the evening -- laughing and smiling in each other's arms.
Tom: …Riiiight, this was pre-Kink Memes.
Then y’ should’ve just kept it on yer hard drives.
I tell
you, it was the best feeling in the world. I had made my friends as happy as
they make me! And it wasn't so much about their hair
Tom: Liar. We read th’ last several thousand words, y’ know, Falls! We ain’t blind!
as it was about the way in
which it had grown back. Now it had even more significance to them -- it would
be a constant reminder of how much I cared!
Tom: *retches*
Jerry: *mercifully unconscious*
Miyamoto was right -- love IS the greatest power in the entire universe!
Tom: If love would knock me out right now, I’d appreciate it.
Guardian’s Song: One tiny section left, you big baby. Straighten your spine and get to it.
@->->-
Later that night, after Jessie, James, and the rest of the pokemon had fallen
asleep, I was still awake. For some strange reason, sleep just wouldn't come.
I wanted to clear my mind and contemplate all the events of the past two days,
Tom: Y’ want t’ think about ‘em?
so I seated myself on one of the rocks by the shoreline and gazed up at the
stars. (I love the night sky down here in the Orange Islands. Dere's not as much
light pollution from cities, so the stars are a lot brighter. I swear, in the
past couple of months, I've seen stars and constellations dat I never even knew
existed!
Tom: (Meowth) Astronomy books are just too fancy for dis Meowth. The twerps probably love them.
When I look at dis night sky, it feels like we really can extend our
reach to the stars above!)
Guardian’s Song: *sourly* Don’t remind me about To Extend Our Reach To The Stars Above, Falls… Just don’t.
As I looked at the stars, one of them seemed to twinkle more brightly than all
of the others. I don't know why, but seeing that shining star gave me a peaceful
feeling on the inside. Maybe because it reminded me that we had our very own
guardian angel...that Miyamoto would always be there with us and that we'd be
safe forever.
Guardian’s Song: Good gad. Rarely has an author been so blatant about removing all serious danger from her pets.
This is literally a Laurell K. Hamilton mentality – and the saddest thing is that Cori Falls is slightly better at writing.
I can't describe how happy I was at that moment. Everything was so serene and so
right -- the beauty of our surroundings, the quiet of night...and the knowledge
that my friends and I would be together forever...that even in our darkest hour,
there was a ray of light that would always shine on us and keep us safe from
harm.
Guardian’s Song: Good gad, not only did she have to remind us, she had to rub it in again?
With clear mind and sense of purpose renewed, I finally realized just how tired
I was. Sleep came easily to me as I curled myself between Jessie and James, but
before I dozed off, I felt Miyamoto's presence once more.
When her spirit materialized, she knealt down and embraced the three of us, as
if to guard us in our slumber and keep the nightmares away.
Tom: Author, stop tellin’ us about you huggin’ an’ back-pattin’ yer woobies, will y’?
Somehow, I knew that
she had also done this when she was alive -- I could picture her cradling little
Jessie in her arms and protecting her.
Tom: An’ a nineteen-year-old’s just like a five-year-old, right?
And somehow, I knew that she had never
stopped. I had the feeling that she watched over Jessie like this every night...and
that she did the same for me and James, too.
Tom: She really stinks at watchin’ over people, then.
As if she could sense my
Tom: - indigestion -
thoughts, Miyamoto looked down at me and smiled. "Never
forget the power that's inside, Meowth -- the power of the
Tom: - author -
heart...of
Tom: - plot devices -
love...."
she whispered, echoing the words she had spoken to me the night before.
Guardian’s Song: Yes! We remember what you said last night! Good GAD!
I returned the smile and nodded. "Thank you, Miyamoto," I whispered back before
drifting off into pleasant dreams. "Thank you...my friend...."
Tom: (Meowth) For de free Rogaine…
The End
Tom: Well, that’s it, then – HEY! Hey, wake up!
Jerry: *groggily raises head* Uh? Hunh…
Tom: It’s over!
Jerry: *sits bolt upright and nearly falls over* It is?! I – Ow, my head…
Tom: Hah. At least you got t’ knock yerself out.
Jerry: *shrugs*
Tom: Anyway, that’s all, folks. (‘Till th’ next dumb fic…)
Jerry: …Does anyone have an Advil?
=END SPORKING=
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Tom: (Jessie) I BROKE!!!!! A NAIL!!!!! AND IT REMINDED ME!!!!! OF THE TIME MOMMY PAINTED MY NAILS!!!!! WHEN I WAS A LITTLE GIRL!!!!! ON THE LAST DAY I EVER SAW HER ALIVE!!!!! *CRIES!!!!!*
James: It's okay, Jessie, one time Daddy threw away all my nail polish! *weeps*
Meowth: ...is it too late to make ammends with Butch and Cassidy? Hangin' out with that Raticate might not be so bad.
The three of us had proven once again just how much we care about each other,
and once again, it allowed Miyamoto to provide a little "divine intervention!"
Tom: Y’ oughta know, author, that ain’t th’ literal English translation of deus ex machinā.
See what I meant by Deus Ex Miyamoto? D:
And oh God, if only it ended after the magical hair re-growth discovery scene. The scene itself is super boring, blah blah blah angels and shining and true love and Miyamoto and blah blah blah. But then Cori just has to go on. And on. And on.
Jerry: (Jessie, James, and Meowth) *in unison, as they flee from something off-screen* Unfortunately, it was full of very hungry Dragon Pokémon!
Lance, Clair and Iris are laughing their asses off somewhere.
And man, not only did they get traumatized over fucking haircuts, but it was so bad they needed a vacation to "recover" from them?! How fucking weak does Cori think TR is?!
Had it really been my tears that made their hair grow back?!
Congratulations! Your Meowth has evolved into a magical girl! And ugh, recapping the obvious. CORI, IT WAS BAD ENOUGH THE FIRST TIME AROUND. STOP MAKING US RELIVE IT.
Cori really knows how to drag shit out forever. And ever. And ever. D:
*gives you a trophy and a bunch of daisies*
Once again, this was an excellent sporking. This fic was...amazing. It's like a fic version of The Room sans the downer ending. Unless you're a TR-hating sadist and wanted them to lose their hair forever.
Which I would've liked to happen to these jokers.
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Raticate: {{Bugger off, pal. You may not be insane, but you ARE now a furry.}}
Did you just write a plot summary for Never Too Late? :P
Well, you saw Cori!Jessie becoming suicidal over a haircut. You tell me.
*spittake* Where's Kyuubey when you need it?
Ooh, Never Too Late's ALTERNATE plot summary! :D
:D THANK YOU!
And yes, it's... as close to The Room as we're getting out of Cori Falls. THIS HAIRCUT IS TEARING JESSIE APAAAAAAWT
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...and she complains about the way other fans portray her precious babies.
Your Meowth has evolved into a magical girl!
*spittake* Where's Kyuubey when you need it?
Meowth would think it was some sort of rodent Pokemon and try to chase it. XD
Hair: Jessie, I don't love you. I love the grass.
Jessie: I GAVE YOU SEVENTEEN YEARS OF MY LIIIIIFE!
Hair: Oooh Mister Grass oooh.
Meowth: ...I'm transferring to My Little Pony. Maybe Rarity's cat needs a love interest.
Rarity: Oh, no you don't! No perverted Pokemon is going anywhere near my Opal!
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Raticate: ...'M thinkin' about it...
Not just the FANS, remember! Cori complained about how she understood them better than the WRITERS!
...To be fair, given Pokemon power levels, Kyuubey might find itself flattened by Mew...
James: WHY JESSIE WHY
Jessie: I'M FED UP WITH THIS WIRRRLD
Meowth: Dat does it, I'm callin' myself a Kneazle and movin' to Harry Potter...
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Not just the FANS, remember! Cori complained about how she understood them better than the WRITERS!
That, too. *snerk* "I understand them better than the canon writers! That's why I mangle them!"
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(Anonymous) 2014-06-10 01:18 pm (UTC)(link)she was always with us... being useless.
And somehow, I knew that she had never
stopped. I had the feeling that she watched over Jessie like this every night...and that she did the same for me and James, too. Oh, my bad. She's just a stalker. A ghost stalker.
~~SuperNova~~