Redorchard
@Rune_Alchemist @Lasrever @tex
Professor took a deep breath and sighed, lowering her arm to cradle Rue. She adjusted the blanket he was wrapped in before returning to face you three. She didn’t merit Abigail’s words with a response, but from the twitch of her smirk you felt she might be holding back a laugh. Once you three had all agreed to heal your Pokémon, she appeared much more relaxed than before.
“Very good. A trainer is only as strong as their Pokémon.”
She raised her eyebrow to what Lynn said, referring to nerds as some sort of insult or derogatory team. She chuckled as she turned, motioning for them to follow her into the lab.
“Nerds are the only reason you have your Sneasel there. And they can be the ones to take it away, too.”
Professor Ficus had no chill.
You were free to make comments or take action as you approached the glass doorway, sliding open and closed as the last of new trainers approached its entrance. Only the extremely late or unfortunate trainers remained, those who showed a lack of dedication from the start. Ficus stood in front of the doors as they opened to reveal a bumbling Miles, the mucous-infested lab assistant from before.
“Eughughguh! Professor Ficus! I-“
“No.”
Ficus promptly strode past Miles, who was caught mid sentence in some sort of pitch or idea. He remained frozen, one finger left in the air and in a strange, skewed standing position. He continued to bumble nonsense and words you couldn’t understand as you followed Ficus into the lab. She lightly tread on the moss-covered tile and easily weaved herself toward Bruce, who leaned exhausted on the wall by the terminals. He promptly stood tall as Ficus came into view.
“Oh, Professor Ficus. I didn’t know you would be in today,” Bruce said.
“Just for a moment. Can you see to these trainer’s Pokémon?”
“Already? Well, better to start early. Follow me.”
Bruce led the three of you across the room, to a section of the lab blocked off by a dangling, white curtain. It hung stagnant, as there was little to no current in the room, but you could see it was much more brightly lit than the rest of the lab. By dragging the curtain to the side, Bruce revealed a pale room of white, with glass counters filled with equipment of all kinds. You recognized potions, status-condition healing items, even a few revive crystals, something rare outside of high-end shops. He beckoned for each of you to place your Pokémon on a mock operating table, one at a time.
“Don’t worry, they can stand. I just need them to hold still for a second.”
Bruce opened one of the lower swinging doors, withdrawing three potions. They sort of looked like spray bottles, with a more futuristic design and purple tips with horizontal ridges. A purple “F” was printed in bold on the side of the Potion. As long as you complied, Bruce applied the potion spray to each of your Pokémon. It was fast drying, and each Pokémon appeared to be quite soothed by its touches. Any cuts, bruises, or wounds of any mark would seal up naturally where the Potion was applied. When Bruce began treating the Meowth, he realized the Pokémon was poisoned.
“Ouch, looks like a nasty one. I’ll have to get an antidote.”
Reaching into the cabinet once more, Bruce produced a syringe with a strangely thick needle to its edge. The body was red, and there was a large “F” printed in bold yellow on the side of the antidote. He squeezed the pump mechanism of the syringe lightly to make sure it contained the required resin.
“The sterile end of the antidote produces…”
Bruce shook his head, rolling his eyes. He’d caught himself before going on tangents about the technology he studied. He didn't want to bore any of these kids to death.
“It won’t hurt a bit.”
Given Kaz and Tesh were willing, Bruce injected the needle into the Meowth’s shoulder. The antidote would counter any poison remaining in Kaz’s bloodstream, relieving the Pokémon of Nidoran’s potent toxin. Bruce extracted and flicked the empty needle to make sure it had all been applied, before shooting the empty antidote into a nearby hazardous materials container. Like a basketball, it soared before hitting the rim and just barely sliding in.
“Yeah!”
It was a surprising burst of excitement from the normally mild Bruce. Well, when he wasn't dealing with Miles. He looked to the three of you for confirmation, as if he were making sure you had all seen what just happened. He remained hunched and smiling for a moment before adjusting his lab collar and cleaning up any mess he might have made on the table.
“All finished. Your Pokémon are free to go.”
He crossed his arm and waved with a single, gentle hand as you ducked to the side of the unmoving, white curtain. Professor Ficus awaited you on the other side, amber eyes still cutting. Not by intention, but by their nature. Rue rolled in her tiny bundle, trying to find a better position to lay in her mother’s arms. She eventually gave up on this and began reaching for one of Ficus’ long bands of hair, drifting just out of reach. She would squee in excitement nonetheless.
“Take care of your Pokémon, and they’ll take care of you. I’m sure we’ll be seeing each other again.”
Her eyes closed and a toothless smile appeared on her face. Her face appeared much softer when she smiled. She waved with her wrist as she bounced up and down to rock the rambunctious Rue from her restlessness. Rue attempted to mimic her mother, but her arm couldn’t quite perform the motion. Instead, she bat the blanket she slept in toward your direction.
“Bye now!”
And just as you turned to leave, and the doors were about to close, you once again heard that same voice. That gurgling, persistent mucous that refused to escape from the lad’s throat, distorting any sort of speech he might attempt.
“B-but Professor…”
“What did I say before?”
“MILES. THERE ARE PEOPLE OUTSIDE.”
“Eugughuooooo!”
~Assuming you approached Route 1~
And here it was before you, Route 1! Tall trees bountiful in green leaves and hardy in solid trunks lined either side of the dirt path in front of you. The lines of trees was thick, but from observation you could tell one could easily weave between the girth of trees that comprised Redorchard’s surrounding forest. Climbing the trees was another obstacle entirely, easily towering over the buildings in Redorchard. Reaching the lowest branches would require a significant amount of effort and athleticism. Trainers of all kinds rushed passed you, holding their Poké Balls high and sprinting into the possible unknown. Some had already found Pokémon, battling at the edge of the road in the distance. Others grouped up in different spots, discussing their next course of action on this life-time adventure. How many years had you stayed in Redorchard’s borders? Did you know what was on the other side? Did you care, or was this all just a passing fancy? Whatever the case, you would need to choose what you would try to accomplish on this route.
ROUTE 1
ENCOUNTER(S): 1
EACH TRAINER MAY CHOOSE THEIR OWN ENCOUNTER(S):
[1) CATCH POKéMON (KNOWN POKéMON: N/A)
[2) TRAIN POKéMON
[3) RANDOM EVENT
[4) OTHER (PLEASE SPECIFY. IF ATTEMPTING TO CATCH A RARE POKéMON, STATE EXACTLY WHAT YOU ARE DOING.)
ENCOUNTER(S): 1
EACH TRAINER MAY CHOOSE THEIR OWN ENCOUNTER(S):
[1) CATCH POKéMON (KNOWN POKéMON: N/A)
[2) TRAIN POKéMON
[3) RANDOM EVENT
[4) OTHER (PLEASE SPECIFY. IF ATTEMPTING TO CATCH A RARE POKéMON, STATE EXACTLY WHAT YOU ARE DOING.)