Fic: Guard Duty
Title: Guard Duty
Fandom: Avatar: the Last Airbender + Pokémon (Pokétar)
Characters: Hyo (OC), Long Feng
Rating: PG/K+
Word Count: 1344
Summary: They weren't paying him nearly enough to deal with a Tyranitar.
Notes: Written to fill the prompt Hyo, start of a beautiful friendship on my OC Meme. It, uh... it got long. >.> Hyo is fifteen; Long Feng is approximately twenty-eight.
Snow erupted abruptly on one of the monitors.
Hyo cursed the old equipment thoroughly, then reached for the phone. Yeah, he could probably wait until the end of his shift to get it fixed -- hell, the majority of his fellows would wait. But at least this way he'd get to talk to someone.
The line was dead.
The young man stared at the phone for a moment, then checked to see which room had the snowy monitor.
...it would be the records room.
He snatched the Poké Ball off his belt and released the Farfetch'd inside. "C'mon, Bu-Chu!" he ordered, and slipped off down the hallway. His bird Pokémon flew quietly after him, as silent as its trainer.
As soon as he reached the record room, he realised what had caused the "snow" on the monitor -- a sandstorm was raging in there.
That was bad. If he went in like this, he'd be at a disadvantage -- which was probably why the sandstorm was there in the first place.
Sometimes he hated Ground-types.
Hyo glanced up, and smiled when he noted the sprinklers over his head. "Bu-Chu," he whispered to his Farfetch'd, "use Heat Wave on the sprinklers."
The Pokémon nodded and flew from his shoulder to the nearest sprinkler head. It opened its beak and exhaled a stream of heat-distorted air; in seconds water was pouring from overhead.
Then a deluge of water slammed out through the doorway and into the wall. Before Hyo could react, he'd been jerked off his feet and carried down the hallway; it was all he could do to keep his head above the water. As suddenly as it had started, it stopped.
Coughing, Hyo forced himself to his feet. Must've inhaled some of the water, he thought fleetingly, then realised he was no longer alone.
The intruder was a tall, thin man with black hair; he wore a dark green suit with a pale gold tie. Just behind him stood a full-grown Tyranitar.
Not good.
"Bu-Chu," Hyo started to say, but started coughing again. Damn that water attack!
His Farfetch'd landed on his shoulder and quacked worriedly. Hyo tried to reassure it, but he couldn't stop coughing. Bu-Chu took off again, and then something hit him hard in the back.
He was startled enough that he stumbled forward -- but the coughing stopped.
The thin man laughed, and Hyo flushed. "Bu-Chu!" he ordered. "Go!"
His Farfetch'd flew past him, headed straight for the intruder; Hyo ran after it.
"La," the man said calmly, "use Stone Edge."
The Tyranitar roared, and rocks tore through the floor just underneath Bu-Chu. "Dodge it!" snapped Hyo, and suited actions to words, spinning to one side and diving past the rising stones.
"Earthquake," commanded the intruder.
The ground beneath Hyo shook violently, throwing him off his feet. Part of the ceiling cracked, then fell. He rolled to the side, barely avoiding it--
He yelled in pain as something heavy fell across his legs, pinning him in place.
"Be careful, boy," said the intruder quietly, a slight smile on his face. "You might get hurt."
Hyo cursed him thoroughly, then added, "Bu-Chu, use Steel Wing!"
His Farfetch'd quacked its defiance of the Tyranitar, then both of its wings suddenly glowed white. The Tyranitar tried to rear back, but its head slammed hard into the ceiling. A second later one of the glowing wings sliced across it.
"Interesting," said the man. "You were prepared for an ice or rock-type Pokémon."
"I believe in covering my weak points," Hyo growled. "Bu-Chu, use Swagger!"
The Farfetch'd quacked again, then began to glow red. The Tyranitar roared, then stopped, looking confused. Its eyes glowed red as well.
"Risky," commented the intruder.
Hyo replied with something rude and pushed at the rock pinning his legs down. It was no good; he couldn't get enough leverage to free himself. Worse, he couldn't feel anything below his left knee. "Bu-Chu!" he called, circling his arm. "Steel Wing!"
His Pokémon quacked acknowledgement and turned on a wing-tip, diving past the confused Tyranitar as its wings began to glow white again.
"You can't be-" began the man, and then Bu-Chu's wingtip struck the stone pinning Hyo. A line of fire ran across his thigh, then the rock split in two and fell off him. A brief glance indicated he'd only been grazed by the attack.
He smiled, and carefully got back to his feet. "I can," he said. He promptly spoiled the effect by putting too much weight on his left leg and nearly having it collapse under him. He fetched up sharply against the wall and cursed.
"This better fall under worker's comp," he muttered. He had a sinking feeling it wouldn't.
"Well," said the intruder. "You are stubborn."
Hyo's eyes narrowed. "You have no idea. Bu-Chu! Steel Wing!"
The Farfetch'd cried out and flew straight for the confused Tyranitar, the white glow once more surrounding its wings.
Too late, Hyo saw the berry in its mouth.
"Bu-Chu, dodge!" he cried.
At the same time, the man calmly said, "Stone Edge."
"Bu-Chu!"
Brown feathers fluttered to the floor as his Farfetch'd plunged -- into the outstretched arms of the intruder.
Hyo lunged forward, put all his weight on his bad leg, and yelled as it gave out underneath him. He hit the torn floor hard, but dragged himself back to his feet, keeping his eyes on the black-haired man.
"That looked like it hurt," the man said.
Hyo bit back another rude reply -- he had Bu-Chu, dammit! -- and moved forward again, this time favouring the left leg. The stranger moved only to cradle Bu-Chu against his chest one-armed; other than that, he watched the young man approach. The Tyranitar growled as he limped past it, but didn't move to attack him, either.
When he was just in arm's reach, he realised there was another Pokémon with the intruder -- an Oddish that had been hiding under the man's braid.
He blinked, and then the man said, "Sleep Powder."
Hyo woke to a hospital room, a pink slip, and his fully-healed Farfetch'd tucked into the crook of his arm.
He blinked at the pink slip, then realised that the intruder he'd fought must have got away with whatever he'd wanted. And they'd fired him?
Bastards.
He couldn't work up the energy to get angry.
With a sigh, the young man reached up and gently stroked Bu-Chu's head.
"Grateful, weren't they?" commented a familiar voice.
Hyo tried to leap from the bed, but got his legs tangled in the sheets and fell on his face. He wasn't sure which hurt more, his knee or his pride. Bu-Chu quacked worriedly as he dragged himself upright.
"That looked like it hurt," said the man who had cost him his job.
Hyo wanted to throw himself at the bastard and pound his face in. But his knee was screaming at him, and if he attacked with Bu-Chu... he couldn't bear to see the Farfetch'd hurt so badly again. Instead, he just glared.
The bastard actually smiled.
"Good," he said.
"Good?" Hyo demanded. "Get out of here, or-"
...or what? He'd ring for a nurse?
"Calm yourself," said the man. "I'm not here to taunt you."
"Then why are you here?" Hyo demanded.
"You conducted yourself impressively last night," he replied. "In fact, your Bu-Chu came very close to defeating La."
The young man blinked. That was not something he'd expected to hear. "Uh... thank you?"
The other man inclined his head, then continued, "Your former employers are fools. They didn't see your potential."
Hyo blinked. "My potential?"
The man smiled. "My name is Long Feng. If you're interested, my organisation has an opening that I think would quite suit you."
"--are you offering me a job?"
"Yes," he answered. "I think you will find it much more stimulating than watching the security feed."
Hyo hesitated, then glanced at his Pokémon. "What d'you think, Bu-Chu?"
The Farfetch'd quacked.
"All right, then," he said, then looked at Long Feng. "I'll take the job."
For the curious among you...
This is a Farfetch'd. It is a duck with a leek. It is also, at best, a foot tall.
This is a Tyranitar. It is a big stompy 'zilla. It is also seven feet tall.
This is an Oddish. It is a tiny smiling onion. Long Feng's is teeny.
Fandom: Avatar: the Last Airbender + Pokémon (Pokétar)
Characters: Hyo (OC), Long Feng
Rating: PG/K+
Word Count: 1344
Summary: They weren't paying him nearly enough to deal with a Tyranitar.
Notes: Written to fill the prompt Hyo, start of a beautiful friendship on my OC Meme. It, uh... it got long. >.> Hyo is fifteen; Long Feng is approximately twenty-eight.
Snow erupted abruptly on one of the monitors.
Hyo cursed the old equipment thoroughly, then reached for the phone. Yeah, he could probably wait until the end of his shift to get it fixed -- hell, the majority of his fellows would wait. But at least this way he'd get to talk to someone.
The line was dead.
The young man stared at the phone for a moment, then checked to see which room had the snowy monitor.
...it would be the records room.
He snatched the Poké Ball off his belt and released the Farfetch'd inside. "C'mon, Bu-Chu!" he ordered, and slipped off down the hallway. His bird Pokémon flew quietly after him, as silent as its trainer.
As soon as he reached the record room, he realised what had caused the "snow" on the monitor -- a sandstorm was raging in there.
That was bad. If he went in like this, he'd be at a disadvantage -- which was probably why the sandstorm was there in the first place.
Sometimes he hated Ground-types.
Hyo glanced up, and smiled when he noted the sprinklers over his head. "Bu-Chu," he whispered to his Farfetch'd, "use Heat Wave on the sprinklers."
The Pokémon nodded and flew from his shoulder to the nearest sprinkler head. It opened its beak and exhaled a stream of heat-distorted air; in seconds water was pouring from overhead.
Then a deluge of water slammed out through the doorway and into the wall. Before Hyo could react, he'd been jerked off his feet and carried down the hallway; it was all he could do to keep his head above the water. As suddenly as it had started, it stopped.
Coughing, Hyo forced himself to his feet. Must've inhaled some of the water, he thought fleetingly, then realised he was no longer alone.
The intruder was a tall, thin man with black hair; he wore a dark green suit with a pale gold tie. Just behind him stood a full-grown Tyranitar.
Not good.
"Bu-Chu," Hyo started to say, but started coughing again. Damn that water attack!
His Farfetch'd landed on his shoulder and quacked worriedly. Hyo tried to reassure it, but he couldn't stop coughing. Bu-Chu took off again, and then something hit him hard in the back.
He was startled enough that he stumbled forward -- but the coughing stopped.
The thin man laughed, and Hyo flushed. "Bu-Chu!" he ordered. "Go!"
His Farfetch'd flew past him, headed straight for the intruder; Hyo ran after it.
"La," the man said calmly, "use Stone Edge."
The Tyranitar roared, and rocks tore through the floor just underneath Bu-Chu. "Dodge it!" snapped Hyo, and suited actions to words, spinning to one side and diving past the rising stones.
"Earthquake," commanded the intruder.
The ground beneath Hyo shook violently, throwing him off his feet. Part of the ceiling cracked, then fell. He rolled to the side, barely avoiding it--
He yelled in pain as something heavy fell across his legs, pinning him in place.
"Be careful, boy," said the intruder quietly, a slight smile on his face. "You might get hurt."
Hyo cursed him thoroughly, then added, "Bu-Chu, use Steel Wing!"
His Farfetch'd quacked its defiance of the Tyranitar, then both of its wings suddenly glowed white. The Tyranitar tried to rear back, but its head slammed hard into the ceiling. A second later one of the glowing wings sliced across it.
"Interesting," said the man. "You were prepared for an ice or rock-type Pokémon."
"I believe in covering my weak points," Hyo growled. "Bu-Chu, use Swagger!"
The Farfetch'd quacked again, then began to glow red. The Tyranitar roared, then stopped, looking confused. Its eyes glowed red as well.
"Risky," commented the intruder.
Hyo replied with something rude and pushed at the rock pinning his legs down. It was no good; he couldn't get enough leverage to free himself. Worse, he couldn't feel anything below his left knee. "Bu-Chu!" he called, circling his arm. "Steel Wing!"
His Pokémon quacked acknowledgement and turned on a wing-tip, diving past the confused Tyranitar as its wings began to glow white again.
"You can't be-" began the man, and then Bu-Chu's wingtip struck the stone pinning Hyo. A line of fire ran across his thigh, then the rock split in two and fell off him. A brief glance indicated he'd only been grazed by the attack.
He smiled, and carefully got back to his feet. "I can," he said. He promptly spoiled the effect by putting too much weight on his left leg and nearly having it collapse under him. He fetched up sharply against the wall and cursed.
"This better fall under worker's comp," he muttered. He had a sinking feeling it wouldn't.
"Well," said the intruder. "You are stubborn."
Hyo's eyes narrowed. "You have no idea. Bu-Chu! Steel Wing!"
The Farfetch'd cried out and flew straight for the confused Tyranitar, the white glow once more surrounding its wings.
Too late, Hyo saw the berry in its mouth.
"Bu-Chu, dodge!" he cried.
At the same time, the man calmly said, "Stone Edge."
"Bu-Chu!"
Brown feathers fluttered to the floor as his Farfetch'd plunged -- into the outstretched arms of the intruder.
Hyo lunged forward, put all his weight on his bad leg, and yelled as it gave out underneath him. He hit the torn floor hard, but dragged himself back to his feet, keeping his eyes on the black-haired man.
"That looked like it hurt," the man said.
Hyo bit back another rude reply -- he had Bu-Chu, dammit! -- and moved forward again, this time favouring the left leg. The stranger moved only to cradle Bu-Chu against his chest one-armed; other than that, he watched the young man approach. The Tyranitar growled as he limped past it, but didn't move to attack him, either.
When he was just in arm's reach, he realised there was another Pokémon with the intruder -- an Oddish that had been hiding under the man's braid.
He blinked, and then the man said, "Sleep Powder."
Hyo woke to a hospital room, a pink slip, and his fully-healed Farfetch'd tucked into the crook of his arm.
He blinked at the pink slip, then realised that the intruder he'd fought must have got away with whatever he'd wanted. And they'd fired him?
Bastards.
He couldn't work up the energy to get angry.
With a sigh, the young man reached up and gently stroked Bu-Chu's head.
"Grateful, weren't they?" commented a familiar voice.
Hyo tried to leap from the bed, but got his legs tangled in the sheets and fell on his face. He wasn't sure which hurt more, his knee or his pride. Bu-Chu quacked worriedly as he dragged himself upright.
"That looked like it hurt," said the man who had cost him his job.
Hyo wanted to throw himself at the bastard and pound his face in. But his knee was screaming at him, and if he attacked with Bu-Chu... he couldn't bear to see the Farfetch'd hurt so badly again. Instead, he just glared.
The bastard actually smiled.
"Good," he said.
"Good?" Hyo demanded. "Get out of here, or-"
...or what? He'd ring for a nurse?
"Calm yourself," said the man. "I'm not here to taunt you."
"Then why are you here?" Hyo demanded.
"You conducted yourself impressively last night," he replied. "In fact, your Bu-Chu came very close to defeating La."
The young man blinked. That was not something he'd expected to hear. "Uh... thank you?"
The other man inclined his head, then continued, "Your former employers are fools. They didn't see your potential."
Hyo blinked. "My potential?"
The man smiled. "My name is Long Feng. If you're interested, my organisation has an opening that I think would quite suit you."
"--are you offering me a job?"
"Yes," he answered. "I think you will find it much more stimulating than watching the security feed."
Hyo hesitated, then glanced at his Pokémon. "What d'you think, Bu-Chu?"
The Farfetch'd quacked.
"All right, then," he said, then looked at Long Feng. "I'll take the job."
For the curious among you...
This is a Farfetch'd. It is a duck with a leek. It is also, at best, a foot tall.
This is a Tyranitar. It is a big stompy 'zilla. It is also seven feet tall.
This is an Oddish. It is a tiny smiling onion. Long Feng's is teeny.
