David the Chikorita Lv.11- Male; Jolly nature; Somewhat vain.
Ability- Overgrow
Game- Heart Gold
Rules:
1. If a pokemon faints, it has died and must be released as soon as possible.
2. I may only catch the first encountered pokemon in a area.
3. Pokemon that evolve by trade can be 'forced' to evolve at an appropriate level through...means.(Example- Onix to Steelix at Lv.36 or 42)
4. Pokemon Center use is limited(including PC usage), Once when entering the town or city, once before and after a gym or scripted challenge(rival, hideout, large group of trainers, etc), and once before moving on. Items will see heavy use because of this.
5. I must tackle a gym/challenge in a single go. No backing out before the leader/final trainer for a heal up at the Pokemon Center or change teams.
6. Pokemon will be named after the most fitting Spam/RpG member I can think of based on species and nature.
A young man lounges back on his bed as he opens an old and battered electric blue Nintendo DS, popping out the Pokemon Pearl that he had been letting his little brother play and locking in his Heart Gold game card. When he turned on the system, something strange happened. The dual screens flashed brightly and the young man felt himself being sucked into the light. With a frightened scream, his body distorted as it was pulled into the system. When the light died down, the DS sat closed on the bed, but began to wriggle back and fourth, it's power light blinking on and off. After a few moments, the shaking stopped and the light remained steady for a few seconds before dimming slowly.
"Ugh...what the hell happened?" the figure reached up to grip it's head and ease the pain, but the shocking realization that it's hands were more a formless mist stopped that thought cold. "What the fucking hell is going on here!" The dark mist-like figure looked around in panic until it heard a voice. "Hello there, my name is Professor Oak," the figure turned to face a man in his late sixties in a brown travel coat and white slacks, "Why don't you tell me a bit about yourself?"
"A bit about myself? I...I can't really remember anything" the figure responded.
"That's alright, just tell me, are you a boy or a girl?" Oak said with a disarming smile.
"I think...I think I was a boy, I can't really recall...."
"Alright, your adventure in the world of pokemon is about to begin, but be careful," Oak's soft smile became harsh and sadistic as the air seemed to grow chill and the room darken, "Death waits for your pokemon around every turn."
Walker woke with a start, trying to shake off what seemed like a really horrible dream, even though it felt so real. "Man, that's the last time I let Lyra talk me into eating Tiny Mushrooms...she and that Maril are fucking nuts."
Walker dressed quickly after getting out of bed. Simple clothes, a pair of black jeans and a white tee-shirt. He flipped his black and yellow ball cap onto his head of messy brown hair before heading down stairs for dinner. When he got to the ground floor his mother greeted him, "Oh, finally awake are you, Ethan?" She chided.
"Hey, I like sleeping during the da...wait, who is Ethan?" Walker responded with a confused expression. His mother just sighed, mumbling under her breath. "Oh, not this shit again. First it was Gold, then Ethan, now what does he try to call himself?"
"Jeez, try to remember your own son's name, mom. It's Walker."
"Yes yes, dear. Anyway, our neighbor Professor Elm wanted to see you." She quickly pulled a backpack from under the table and a small watch like item from her pocket, "Now you'll need this, a nice bag to hold all your things, a journal to record your progress, some tools, a sleeping bag.."
"Mom!" Walker interrupted her, "God damn, I'm just going next door, you're acting like I'm going to the next town over....ah crap...this is s fetch quest, I know it is" Walkers mother looked at him for a moment, "A what?"
"Never mind, mom, I'm just leaning on the fourth wall" he said with tired tone. His mother now looked both worried and very confused. "Just...just never mind, mother. I'll go see Elm."
Walker had just barely gotten out the front door before a familiar blue ball of a pokemon crashed into him, knocking him off his feet and onto his rear before running off again to join her trainer, Lyra, as she walked home. "Hey pigtails!" Walker called out to his friend, "Try and keep your blue ball of joy there from bowling people over, will ya!" She knew he was teasing from the smirk on his face.
"Sorry, Ethan! You know she just loves to play!" The girl called back.
Walker's eyebrow twitched a bit as he called back some what angry. "You too?! What's with this 'Ethan' crap?! My name is Walker, damn it! Walker!" Lyra just sighed, "Not this again..." and went into her house.
"Oh, Walker, glad to see you!" Elm greeted the young man as he entered the lab. "Now hold u..." Walker stopped mid sentence, having realized that Elm had not called him Ethan as everyone else had and blinked for a moment. "Finally, someone gets my name right." Elm just looked at the boy for a moment, "Riiiight, anyway, I have a favor to ask of you. I want to study how pokemon and people bond through letting the pokemon stay out of it's pokeball for extended periods of time, like always walking together or something. For that, I will give you a pokemon."
"Wait, seriously?" Walker said with a look of mixed shock and joy.
"Well, yes. You're old enough to have a pokemon of your own and-" Elm was interrupted by a notification going off on his computer. After a moment to deal with it he returned to Walker, "Well, that was an e-mail from a friend of mine, Mister Pokemon. Seeing as I've giving you a pokemon, could you do me a favor and go visit him to see what he's going on about? He lives just past Cherrygrove City, on Route 30. It would be a big help."
"Called it" Walker said with a sigh.
"Excuse me?"
"Nothing professor, don't worry about it. I've got this."
"Very well then, go ahead and pick your pokemon" Elm said with a smile.
After a moment of looking at the three pokeballs presented to him, Walker reached for the one holding Totodile, but the Chikorita decided he wanted to go along instead, releasing itself from it's pokeball. When the light cleared, he was flipping his leaf around and looking a bit smug. "Well, I guess the pokemon chose for you, Walker. How about giving him a nickname?" Walker looked at the pokemon for a moment, "You look like a David to me, no idea why."
"Because I'm fabulous, that's why" the Chikorita retorted.
"You can talk!?! How!?!" Walker asked in shocked bewilderment.
"For the comedic value and characterization. Now let's stop leaning on the forth wall and get this story on track, you're kinda dragging on here."
"Not my fault fourth generation games take forever to get started..."
Now out on Route 29, Walker and his Chikorita, David, fast encountered a Pidgey. "Cool, our first wild pokemon battle. Let's get you some levels" A few moments and tackles later saw the small bird pokemon defeated and David with little damage to show for it. "That was easy enough. This shouldn't be so hard after all" Walker said as they moved forward into the tall grass towards Cherrygrove City. They stopped in their tracks, however, when the sound of fluttering wings surrounded them. Pidgey as far as the eye could see stared them down from all angles. "Oh..." David began
"...Shit" Walker finished
"Shit... shit... shit... shit...shit!" Walker cursed between breaths as he and David ran from the flock of Pidgey tailing them. "Why the fuck are there so many damn Pidgy around here?!" His Chikorita turned to him as they ran, a questioning look on his face. "I know you're the trainer and all, and it's your call...but why are we running?"
"Are you fucking kidding me?! You're a grass type, you're weak to flying type attacks! Why do you even need to ask?!"
"But Pidgey doesn't learn a flying type move until level nine..." the little leaf pokemon answered. Walker came skidding to a halt, feeling utterly retarded(Like that's a first). "Oh yeah...I forgot about that." He turned to the incoming flock of forty some Pidgey, a look of determination having replaced his panic from before. "It's grindn' time, bitches! Let's go, David!"
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Back at the lab, Elm was looking over his notes when he heard the phone ring. Looking at the caller ID, he mused aloud "I wonder what 'Mister Pokemon' could want now." Answering the phone, "Ah, Samuel! Good to hear from you. And here I thought Richard was calling about that damn egg again.... I take it you are wondering if the transplant was a success?... Yes, yes, everything went well enough, though he seems to have refused the memory implant to an extent. He calls himself Walker, much as the first boy after the system upgrade kept a name of his own choosing... Yes, the hair and eye coloration changes worried me as well, it seems his will is changing the make up of the body but he remains oblivious. You should be able to see for yourself soon enough, I sent him up there to pick up that egg of Richard's... Alright, Professor Oak, I will keep you updated."...
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Tired, battered, and bruised, Walker and David finally made it to Cherrygrove City. "By Arceus, I never knew so many Pidgey even existed..." Walker fell flat on his face on the path just outside the bulk of the city. David, the Chikorita being just as battered from the ordeal, slumped down beside his trainer. "You just had to go for that potion, didn't you?" David felt the need to point out the detour.
"Hey, as broke as I am right now, a free healing item is a god send. You won't be complaining when it saves your ass later."
Just then, they heard a voice, "You're a rookie trainer, aren't you? I can tell." Walker and David both looked up to the smiling face of an old man looking down at them. "So what if I am?" Walker answered in a snarky tone.
"Now now, young man. I help young lads and lasses like you all the time when they start out, now come with me" the old man grabbed Walker by the collar and David by the leaf and started to drag them into the city. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!" The old man just ignored Walker and David's struggles and continued on with them in tow. Shortly there after, he stopped and pulled them both to their feet in front of a large red building.
Walker rubbed his neck, sore from being dragged, while David started a fuss over his leaf. "Oh my Arceus! My leaf is bent! My levels of fabulousness will fall if I don't fix it!" Walker just ignored David's drama and turned to the old man, "What the hell is wrong with you?! You can't just go kidnapping people and pokemon as you see fit! Are you crazy, old fart?!"
"This red building here is a pokemon center, they give free health care for pokemon and some free help, supplies, food, and room for their trainers." The old timer seemed to ignore Walker's complaints as he spoke. "You'll likely be in there a lot" Walker just looked at the old man for a moment before walking towards the door of the center. "Hey, thanks old timer! David could use a heal up after that long ass trip he-GAK!" He didn't even get to finish his sentence before being dragged away by the collar again. The old man took them to the pokemart, the beach, other assorted buildings, and then finally to a small house to the south of the city. "And here is my house, thank you for keeping me company on that long walk, young man." He dropped them both on the ground before walking into his house, leaving the door slightly ajar. Walker just coughed as he stood up, having been dragged by the throat after the beach. "I swear to*cough*Arceus, I will kill*cough* that old fuck*cough*" Meanwhile, David was throwing a fit on the ground, "Oh my Arceus! Oh my Arceus! My beautiful leaf is bent and torn! I will never be fabulous again! Arceus damn it! My Beautiful leaf!" Walker just watched his Chikorita with mild amusement, "And Lyra says I'm vain..."
After ditching the old man's house, Walker and David paid a visit to the pokemon center for a short break and to heal up. An hour later, they were on the path out of Cherrygrove City and on to Route 30. They stopped cold when they heard the voice of the old man, however. "Young man, you left before I could give you these!" the old timer shouted. Walker turned around just in time to catch a map card for his pokegear, right to his forehead. The old man could throw rather hard, despite his age, and the impact set Walker reeling back for a moment. He caught his footing just in time to get pounded in the face with a shoe box, shoes included, knocking him flat on his back. David burst out in laughter, "By Arceus, you just got beaned with a box by an old man!"
"...Shut up David..."
Walker just let out a heavy sigh. "David, how long have we been fighting off all these damn birds?" he asked the Chikorita. David pegged a Pidgey across the head with a razor leaf before answering, "Since we stepped foot outside Cherrygrove, and it's still a few miles until we reach Mister Pokemon's house."
"I thought so" Walker opened the small notebook that he found in his pack as he walked and marked off another Pidgey. "I think that one makes fifty six...or was it fifty seven?" David took down another with a hard tackle and a second with a fast razor leaf. "Those two actually make sixty three" the Chikorita said with a smile. Walker scratched his head, "Are you sure? I mean, I know I missed count of one or two, but five?"
"Yes, I'm sure"
"If you say so" Walker added in the marks as they continued through the woods. David turned to his trainer with a smirk, "By the way, how's your forehead feeling?"
"Don't remind me.." Walker rubbed the lump that had formed on his head from being hit in the face with yet another box. "What's with the old people around here anyway? I mean really, throwing boxes at kids, kidnapping, being flat out creepy..." David just started to laugh, "Yeah, that's the second time today you got floored by some old guy throwing something at you!"
"Shut up David"
"Hey, at least you got a box for those apricorns from that old guy."
"That's not the point, he's some old fart living out in the woods alone, obsessed with getting visits from kids looking for Mister Pokemon, and wants them to look at his 'apricorn collection'. More like child molestation. Why do you think I drop-kicked his ass the moment he walked out that door? Old bastard gave me the creeps."
David just started to laugh again, "Speaking of, I never knew a human could kick so hard. You literally launched him a good twenty feet back."
"Your point? The last two 'old and over the hill' geezers we've run into have been able to floor a healthy fifteen year old just by hitting me with a box."
The Chikorita stopped and looked at his trainer accusingly, "You're trying to tell me you're only fifteen?"
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Back at Elm's lab, the Professor was reviewing his notes again. "This just doesn't make any sense. It's saying that the host body bonded perfectly with the subject's spirit, so why has the body so drastically changed?" An assistant approached Elm as he was questioning himself, "Sir, there may be something related to that with the BURST project."
Elm looked up from his notes, intrigued, "Go on..."
"Well, sir," the assistant began, "It would seem BURST subject L has become attuned to DARK subject 21, I noticed a spike in activity a few moments ago...Also..." the assistant paused for a moment, unsure of what he was about to tell the professor.
"Spit it out, man."
"Well...sir...he may have also become attuned to BURST subject ZERO.." A look of both realization and fear crossed over Elm's face as the assistant spoke. After a moment's silence, he finally asked, "What of the other four BURST subjects..."
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"I still can't believe you're really only fifteen!" Walker looked completely dumfounded as his Chikorita went off on him. "I mean look at you! You're, like, nearly six feet tall! And your build, what the hell?! You have to be at least eighteen or something!"
"Nah, though something does seem... odd" Walker wondered for a moment, trying to piece it together.
"Other than you looking like you're at least three years older than you say you are, what's odd?"
"Well... Mom mentioned before I left... She asked my if I had dyed my hair and where I got green contacts from. That really confused me until I looked at the photo she took of me and Lyra when she caught her Marill a few months back. I was a lot shorter, only just taller than Lyra, and I had shorter, spiky black hair and gold eyes. I really can't remember if I had dyed my hair then or if this is a dye job" Walker ran a hand through his shaggy brown hair as he spoke, placing his black and yellow ball cap back on after. "But that still doesn't explain the eyes and the growth spurt..." Both Walker and David remained silent as the moved forward, both wondering what was going on.
"We finally made it!" David called out as he rushed towards the house in the clearing. The Chikorita stopped, however, when he noticed his trainer was lagging behind, still lost in thought. "Hey, earth to Walker, we're finally at Mister Pokemon's!" Walker looked up...just in time to have a broken tree branch land on his head. "Mother Fu-" The little Chikorita just burst out laughing at his trainer once more, "I swear you have to worst luck of any human I have even known."
"No kidding, I got partnered with you, after all" Walker said with a smirk as he rubbed his head.
David just rolled his eyes, "Low blow, man, low blow."
"Should be used to it by now, I thought you gave them all the time" Walker said with a chuckle. David just scoffed and looked away, "Oh my Arceus, you are just the fucking worst!" Walker smiled, "I'm just picking on ya, David. Come on, you're too fabulous for me to honestly make fun of." He knelt down and patted the pokemon on the head. "Now let's get that egg and get back to New Bark Town already, shall we?"
Entering the small house, Walker was greeted by a older gentleman, "Welcome, welcome! I take it you are the young man my friend Elm sent?"
"Yes sir, my name is Walker" he motioned down to his side to his Chikorita, "And this is my pokemon partner, David."
"Greetings then, Masters Walker and David. My name is Richard, but most call me Mister Pokemon. But you've been sent here on an errand, not for chatting, so I'll get right to it. I have a very strange egg that was found by some friends of mine that run a daycare center for pokemon. I would like Elm to have it checked out. If you'll give me one moment while I go and gather it for you, young Master. Meanwhile," Mister Pokemon turned towards the side of the room. Walker, following his gaze, noticed another older man sitting at a desk for the first time. "Samuel, you waited around to see this youngster after calling Elm, why don;t you have a chat while I gather the egg?" With that, Mister Pokemon left the room, leaving Walker and David with Samuel.
The older man stood up from the desk and approached Walker. He stopped and examined the young man for a moment before speaking, "Hello there, my name is Samuel Oak, but most just refer to me as Professor Oak. I study pokemon and their interactions with the world and people." Walker Took a moment, feeling like he had met Oak before. Then his dream came rushing back to him, "Fucking mushroom induced nightmare man!" Walker screamed as he decked Oak across the face and knocking him to the floor. "Walker! What the hell is wrong with you!" David cried in protest. "Huh?" Was all Walker said before he noticed what he had actually just done. "Oh shit!" He ducked down to help Oak up from the floor, "I am so sorry, sir. I don't know what just happened with me, but I am so sorry."
"It's alright, my grandson has done a bit worse before. He can't hit quite as hard as you can, however" Oak chuckled.
"Again, I am so sorry.."
"That's enough apologizing, my boy. What's done is done." Oak took a seat at the table where Mister Pokemon had been sitting before. "Now, I have a question. What prompted you to choose your Chikorita as a first pokemon out of the three Elm presents to new trainers?"
"Well, sir, I didn't really pick David. He picked me, so to say."
"Interesting..." Oak seemed to lose himself in thought for a moment.
"Hm? Oh, sorry, I was just thinking. You clearly seem to be treating your pokemon with care. I think you'll do well as a trainer in the time to come." Just then, Mister Pokemon returned with a large glass case with the pokemon egg inside. "Here you are, young Master. This is the egg I wish for Elm to examine. If you'd like, you can rest up here before you go on your way. But if you are in a hurry, I will not take offense if you wish to go."
Walker grabbed the egg case and made a slight bow to Mister pokemon, "Thank you sir, but we will be going. I wish to get back home as soon as I can."
"Very well, Master Walker. I wish you safety on your journey back."
When Walker and David walked out of the small house, egg in hand, they noticed the trees and grass were full of...you guessed it, Pidgey. "Mother Fu-"
