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Dewmeadow


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You headed off into a general direction of where you believed Rowan had run off to, trudging through the thick mud for your teammate. You left behind Yasha to the bridge and the raging waters below, crashing against sharpened, embedded rocks. The quickly moving waters threatened to take anyone downstream and deeper into the swamp to the west.

In front of you were intermittent trees, hailing over the flatlands of Route A. They were the highest point for miles, useful for prey Pokémon to watch out for incoming predators and hostile individuals. Rowan’s tattered backpack bounced against your arm as you approached, a group of Taillow performing a strange behavior. Rather than looking in your direction, they each perched along one of the branches in a uniform direction.

They all looked in the same direction, as if they were watching something go by. Or had something just been there?

@hatakekuro

During the battle, you hadn’t noticed the exact direction Rowan had run. You were much more focused taking the blow of a Fury Cutter, an impressive move that might’ve just won your group the battle. There were many questions to answer in this situation. Who was the Red Hand? Where had Rowan gone? What was the group to do now, and where should they go? Where was the professor’s assistant, and where was the Dewmeadow trader? Mara decided to take to a random direction off of the bridge and into the mud in search of the blonde-haired boy. Behind you was the prairie of Dewmeadow, and in front of you was a more swampy, warped wood that led to Quagmire. How far away it was from the bridge, you weren’t exactly sure of. There were just too many uncertainties here, but surely some action was better than none. The waters of the rapid raged below, threatening to overpower any passerby that might fall into their depths. They travelled from your right to your left, curving and heading deeper into the mire.

@PlatinumSkink

Your frantic pursuit of Taillow was proving fruitless. Your shoes nearly caught in the miasmic mud as your pace quickened with each failure, bright eyes meeting barren spaces of tree. Whether the Taillow weren’t there or were hiding, you couldn’t tell. And your search wasn’t thorough enough to check otherwise. To save time, then, was to continue running, sprinting, madly moving forward deeper and deeper into the wilderness. Your mind attempted to mark each tree in each location to keep track of its surroundings. Remember that rock, past that log, and into that bush, each step made the journey back more hectic.

After what seemed to be the hundredth tree you looked up, your lungs felt on fire. Your chest heaved and your throat became sore. Between heavy breaths, the sound of your sloshing boots was finally accompanied by some other sound. You were quiet enough to hear it, if just for a moment.

“Az! Azuuu…”

Your peripherals caught a flash of bouncing blue, bounding behind bended bark. Once your vision focused, though, the color was no longer there, and you could only hear memories of the sound you’d heard. You looked up, about, anywhere.

No Taillow.

And where were you exactly?

The swamp had engulfed you.
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Argentglade


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You made your way to the mart, trekking through the accumulating snow and dragging your boots through it all. Your reluctant Gastly floated close behind, likely enthralled by the lovely weather Argentglade was having. A thin layer of ice was forming over the surface of snow you trudged through, making travel difficult even on foot. This accumulation must have been what Evergreen had mentioned; driving any sort of vehicle on this would be a nightmare. You carved your path forward, amidst scattered footprints and trails that were quickly filled with the falling ice and snow. Finally, you reached two powerful wooden doors, with ARGENTGLADE MART carved into them. With a mighty heave, you pushed them both open to reveal blue, tiled floors strewn with water. A blast of heat caressed your face from the interior.

“EYCLOSETHADOORTHARY’KNOW.”

It was hot. Too hot. You spotted three hearths on the opposite side of the store, each roaring to incredulous heights. You noted customers sweating their way between aisles, slowly stripping their overcoats and scarves with each exhausting step. Behind a counter to the left was a giant of a man. He wore a green ski cap, large, blue ski goggles, and a rotund orange snow coat. His green mittens rubbed against the front of his body. An ungodly, grey mustache overwhelmed any semblance of the man’s lower face. It likely garbled his voice too, but you were still deciding if the man was speaking or if he had a horrible cough.

“HURRYITUPNOWEH.”

The scratchy voice would attack you until you chose to close the door behind you. Above you was a large sign, secured to the ceiling by a complicated system of metal chains. In red, painted chicken scratch, the sign claimed “ICE HEAL ON SALE!” From what you could decipher from the man at the storefront or any of the customers, the following items were the only ones in stock:

POTION: 200 P
ICE HEAL: 100 P (3 FOR 200 P!)
PARALYZE HEAL: 100 P
TM 07 (HAIL): 600 P (LIMITED TIME OFFER!)


“NOPOKéBALLS’MAFRAID.SHIPMENT’SLATE,” The lard mustache said.

Once you had made your purchases, you escaped the arctic sauna back to the relief of icicles against your face. You walked over the silvery hills of Argentglade, following a weakly paved path that might’ve just been your eyes playing tricks on you. With the amount of snow falling currently, it was tough to tell. Though, following some semblance of footprints, and with your expert tracking skills, you’d found the edge of the route. Large, green conifers of all shapes and sizes spotted the edges of the convex valley in front of you. It led downward, in an arc, eventually leveling off to a natural land bridge. The white, snow-laden path shone bright against the rocky stone it eventually came on the other side. On either side of the land bridge was a stagnant ocean, frozen in the current moment. Rogue waves on the edge of glaciers occasionally licked the sides of the path in front of you. Was it always like this?

ROUTE 5

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.)
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The three of you walked through the eerily quiet forest. The sound of crackling leaves underfoot served as music to your slow, silent journey. Not a Pidgey made a whisper of a tweet as you made your way forward through twisted bend and around thick oak. Those with keen eyes would note something particularly interesting. Two vertical lines, sometimes in sets, running up the trunks of the massive trees about you. They were not as commonplace as the trail you might’ve found before, but there were many more markings per tree. There were no distinctive patterns between the trees, no trial to follow, only the skyward ascent of scratches along bark. And just as you might approach these trees to take a closer look, a furious noise took to your ears.

The sound of burning rope, skidding, assaulted your senses. More rapid than your glance, Quill was lifted into the air with a bundle of leaves. A thick, dark mesh of rope surrounded the Sneasel on all sides, containing it within a rising net. The sack of rope made its way upward until it collided with a swinging, metal pulley. The Pokémon and the trap hovered ominously above you all, at least ten feet in the air and just below the first network of branches. A voice continued to berate the silence.

“Just my luck.”



From behind a distant tree came a uniformed individual, with black overcoat and grey dress shirt. Upon his chest he brandished a gold and purple pin, a body with a wing of each color. His smug look was just a s unamused as his voice. He hardly took any note of the three of you as he made his way around the tree. On his black, leather belt you could notice two Poké Balls, also purple and gold in color. The bottom of one appeared to be held ajar, as if it were empty.

“I don’t know why you’re all out here, but you need to turn around. Route’s that way.”

He brandished a knife from some hidden pocket in one hand, and pointed west with the other. He still failed to directly face any of you, rather approaching a strained rope directly connected to the pulley up top. He was moving slowly and was still some ways away, walking at an almost nonchalant pace. There was plenty of time to ask questions or act.
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Rowan Branchers

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Route A? Swamps

… Hueh.

Wait, hold on. Where was he? Rowan stopped, gasping for breath, her legs dirtied by his trip through the mud. Th-there were usually Taillows all over this route... Where were they now!? His search had gone on for longer than he had intended, there was no way the battle had gone on for this long. Kira had likely fainted in a single blow and he wouldn't bet on that Yasha could take on an experienced criminal. Hopefully they had gotten away safely... Rowan hadn't intended this to be a flight for safety, but as it was, he was relatively glad to be away, a happiness he felt shame for...

Rowan blinked where he had stopped, his eyes having trouble to refocus as he heard that sound and the color in the edge of his vision. Th-that... wasn't a Taillow, but it was unmistakably a Pokémon! A-ah... But, that didn't matter, he was too exhausted to follow right now. He brought up Purrloin's Pokéball, which he had by his belt (because his parents probably conveniently bought one of those things that allowed a trainer to hold his balls by his pants for quick access), and let her out. He quickly grabbed around his fainted Purrloin, watching her injuries...

Oh, that had gone so badly. He didn't know if it would help, but he reached behind him instinctively to get his potion... Oh. Right. He had thrown his bag. It's gone. He looked down for a moment, looking for water which he could use to clean her injuries... No good. All this is swamp-muddy and probably dangerous. … Rowan blinked as he realized. That little thing had been blue. If there was anything he knew, that meant it might be a water-Pokémon. …

'Excuse me...?' Rowan asked, slowly wandering in the direction of the Pokémon that had bounced off. He made a mental note of which direction SHOULD be back, if his sense of direction was accurate. 'I might need some help. … Are… you there?' … He'd likely not get any answer. He'd slowly, still holding around his fainted Pokémon start wandering a bit in the swamp, carefully looking around and behind things for that blue colour, his eyes wide with frightened curiosity...

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Items: 1 Potion, 1 Dogwood Ball
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Havoc Matsuda


"Hey, I don't know about you guys, but I'm going to go train my Poochyena for a little bit. If you want to join me you can, if not I guess I'll see you at dinner,"


"...Sounds Good." replied Havoc, having already determined that training was in order for he and his Houndour. Much like Arren before him, Havoc was glad to give over his pokeball to Holly curious contraption and to be told that his pokemon was healed back to full health. It was impressive to know that the wounds of battle could be undone so effectively and quickly, but he nonetheless had no interest in acrewing any more on Rook. Havoc glanced over at Vuduin, who was already underway giving a nickname to his pokemon before heading off. Although he planned to do the same as Arren, it felt strange tagging along with her without Arren. From the conversation he remembered witnessing them having as they boarded, Havoc figured that they might have a relationship and Havoc wasn't interested in sending out the wrong message. Plus... at least as a first endeavour, it was probably best to be away from the group to focus.

Option 3: Random Event (I know what I wrote in the post, but as the player, I'd rather the random event over training.)




Location: Route Z

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Rook the Houndour¦Status: OK¦Level: 7

Inventory: Pokedollars (700), Palm Pokedex, Palm Ball (1)
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Mara Scelus

If there was anything to snap Mara out of her guilty feelings, it was seeing something highly unusual. She frowned, looking at all of the taillows pointing in one uniform direction. Biting her lip, she shifting from side to side, changing her stance as she went through the numerous possibilities.

"Well, Rowan went looking for a taillow, perhaps they're just showing me the way," Mara pondered, tapping her finger against her chin.

Of course, she could always just ignore it--but that wasn't the Mara Scelus way! She devoured knowledge the ways other kids devoured food--in giant fist fulls, all at once. To turn around and ignore this mysteriousness would be as against her nature as a magikarp knowing moves beyond splash.

"It can't be more dangerous than the Yellow Hand," Mara reasoned. Continuing to clutch the backpack, she made her way forward, following the helpful direction of the taillow. However, she paused, realizing her foolishness.

She had forgotten to thank them.

"Thank you," Mara murmured politely, before continuing onward. She had no idea where she was going, but she was certain that there had to be something in that direction. Perhaps it was a legendary pokemon. Perhaps it was some new breed of taillow. Perhaps it was Cass. Perhaps it was the merchant.

Oh, and of course, she was keeping an eye out for Rowan as well.

Trudging onward, Mara followed the taillows' guidance, her eyes peeled for anything interesting. She had forgotten, for a moment, Yasha and his wounds back by the river. She had forgotten the urgency of finding Rowan. She had forgotten her guilt, her feelings of self doubt and hopelessness.

Nothing else mattered anymore.

Location: Route A
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  • Kira the Espurr

    Status: N/A
    Level: 7
Inventory: Potion (1), Pokedollars (1000), Dogwood Pokedex, Dogwood Ball (1)
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Trudging through the snow was made difficult by the icy layer coating the snow, but slipping once already had made him learn to be cautious with his footing. He nearly slipped a few times along the way to the mart before finally getting a hand of how to step properly and a good thing too for he would be dealing with the treacherous icy ground for a good while.

After learning how to traverse the slippery road, Derrick had made his way to the mart, which he saw had a set of heavy wooden doors; pondering on how normal customers could open these, but it didn't matter. A great heave against the door where even for him required both arms as the doors slowly swung inward, only to be assaulted by a sweltering wave of hot air. An odd sensation with hot air against his face and cold air to his back, though he didn't get to enjoy it long withe shop owner barking at him to shut the door or at least what he guessed from that gibberish of his.' Ah, sorry bout that mate!'Calling out his apology to the man, then turned to force the doors shut with an audible grunt.

He certainly did not expect the mart to be this hot as he noticed the other people stripping off the extra layers of clothes that protected against the biting cold. That wasn't surprising with it feeling like walking in an closed sauna and yet to him it felt like home; this heat actually welcoming to the aussie and couldn't help but think of Autrio. Done with the reminiscing and made his way to counter where the owner waited and crikey was he built like a shit brick house.' G'day. Keepin the mart at a blisterin heat eh? Mind, feels goo to me.''A good chuckle followed as he studied this bear sized man, unsure if the man had a cold or that thick scarf that garbled his words and assumed the customers found the owner mad to be dressed all snuggled in this heat.

A few beads of sweat formed before being wiped away by the hand scratching at his forehead as he glanced a look at the hanging sign. It certainly seemed a good deal and with him being new to a snowy environment, thought it best to be prepared.

The news on the pokeballs was a disappointing one.' That'd be right, shame, but ain' no worries mate. I'd them 3 ice heals and a potion if ya please.''Placing 400 pokedollars on the counter.

200p-3 ice heals purchased
200p-1 potion purchased

Taking and storing what he just bought then gave a farewell wave of the hand.'Ya have a goo' day now.'With that he exited the mart to venture out into the forest.....

' Felt li' the prai' back home that mart was, tho this chill goo' for calmin the nerves.' He prattled on to Ghastly, though the poke showed no interest or hint of listening and saw the male showed no sign of stopping causing a the gas ball to let out a weary sigh.

Derrick continued on through the snowy landscaped, amazed and mesmerized by all the types of trees and shrubbery, new to him.' Will ya take a gander at all these wondro divry? Makes me want get a sampl' of it all!''Throwing up his arms with excitement as he looked over the trees, spotting multiple types of trees with different colored barks, the branches all covered in glistening snow.

The ghastly shook back and forth as its way of shaking its head as he found the human's admiration of frozen water and plants a waste of time. So, on he floated ahead wanting to just move on, but Derrick noticed him drifting off.' Han' on now. Ain' no need to be in a rush!'He shouted for him to come back, but Ghastly kept floating on ahead.Strewth, gazzo's bein as mean as a cat's piss he is...' Starting to get annoyed by the poke's attitude as he gazed over the snowy hills then smiled as a devious idea came to mind.

Ducking down to scoop up two handfuls of snow; patting it into a ball then stood up, placing two fingers to his lips to blow a shrill whistle. This actually got Ghastly's attention who thought it might actually be something important and turned back to see what his trainer wanted.' Try an' catch mate!'Throwing the snowball and just as Ghastly had finished turning did it fly through his intangible face and though it phased right through, it still made Ghastly flinch out of instinct.

That flinch made Derrick burst out into laughter; keeling forward with a clutch of his stomach, his breath misting heavily. As he found it funny, Ghastly did not as he had puffed up his cheeks, looking appalled from being laughed at.'GATS LY GHAST GASTLY GHAT!(Ho-how dare..a lowly peasant like you laugh at me!)'His spherical body shaking with rage, all the while, Derrick was still laughing from the fact a simple snowball could make the haughty ghost poke flinch.' Aye *gasp* ya deserve *gasp* that ya did.' Now gasping to catch his breath, wiping away a tear from his eye.

Ghastly glared at his trainer, his words only infuriating him further and dashed at him as fast as possible, wanting to give him a taste of his own medicine. Yet, the still laughing aussie saw him charging and had bent his upper body back to have ghastly fly harmlessly over him then sprung back up.' Ya gots to be right quicker if ya want to tag me!'His tone teasing as he shook his tush in an mocking manner; gripping the straps of his backpack before running off, leaving a trail of deep footprints in the snow.

As if being laughed at wasn't bad enough and now being mocked and ridiculed at that. So enraged that one could practically see steam emanate from the ghastly.' Ghasts gats gatsly gats gats!(Yo..have sullied my honor and I will not have that!)'Charging after the laughing male, giving chase as he swore to get back at him by this day's end.
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~Lynn Haywood~


Lynn had elected to not listen to the chattering of her two comrades. Instead, she placed the headphones around her ears and drowned out any talking that would happen. She wasn't much in the mood for it, despite being somewhat excited about her recent capture. She was mostly enjoying the silence, as Sneasel walked alongside her. She had hopped down from her usual perch to stretch her legs for a bit, and ended up walking a bit in front of Lynn.

And then it happened faster than Sneasel or Lynn could react.

The dark type was lifted into the air, a net surrounding the smaller pokemon. Quill struggled, but her claws seemed mostly ineffective against the net for whatever reason. Lynn looked up, immediately pissed off. If it had been some sort of natural occurrence that sprang them, she'd just brush it off as bad luck. But this? This was definitely man made, and her suspicions were soon confirmed.

“Just my luck. I don’t know why you’re all out here, but you need to turn around. Route’s that way.”

She gave the man who walked up a cool glare, taking note of his knife. She wasn't going to wait for an explanation, as the explanation was simple. This fucker was trying to steal Quill...or at least mess with them in some way. His goals really didn't matter, as either way, she didn't like being fucked with. She pulled the headphones off her head, silencing the music that was playing from them.

"How about you step away from that rope before you get hurt?" Despite her anger, her voice was cold and even. It was obvious that rope was likely connected to the net Quill was caught in, and she wasn't about to let some random hobo she didn't know mess with her. She took a few threatening steps towards the guy, hand immediately going for her other pokeball. Maybe Patches would get a workout sooner than she thought he would.



Location: Route 1

~Current Team~


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Potion x1
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Ficus Pokeball x1
Ficus Pokedex
Lighter x1
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SUZUKI YASHA

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"Wait where are ya-?!" Before he could stop her, Mara was gone. Now Yasha was all alone in the forest with no idea where Mara or Rowan are or even what they are doing. For all he knew, they could've been attacked by an Ursaring...Actually he would expect that from them. They probably would bother a Tediursa and its mother would attack them in a blood fueled rage. "I swear, dem two are just as dumb as two Slowpokes that had their tails bitten by a couple of Shelder." Yasha sighed heavily, pushing his hair away from his eyes.

Well, no use in staying around and doing nothing. Yasha would take the initiative and go find the assistant, but where should he start? Deciding to leave it up to fate, he grabbed a coin from his pocket and flipped it in the air. Tails he'd go to the road by Quagmire Town and heads he'd go search around the prarie around Dewmeadow. It flew high in the air and it would've landed on his hand, except a gust of wind blew the coin off course and landed in the rapids below.

"...They wouldn't be crazy enough to try and cross the river would they?" He muttered to himself, biting his thumb nervously. There was no way that Dogwood's assistant would've been foolish enough to cross the river or perhaps tried to walk down the river's path until she reached calmer waters in the mire. Whata about the merchant? How would he be able to enter if Charlie blocked the bridge? A shiver went down his spine as he imagined the grim reality that something bad had happened. "No, no...Surely they must've turned back."

He groaned slightly, seeing that it was the only option he could think of. Yasha walked to the other side of the bridge that lead to the warped wood road towards Quagmire and walked down by the roaring river. Slowly, but surely he was walking deeper and deeper into the swamp.
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Pouting at Tesh's response, she was caught completely by surprise when the net went up. Abigail needed a moment to absorb what had happened. Quill had been right there, and it seemed like the Sneasel had disappeared for a moment. Following the others' gazes, Abigail stared up at the net. It seemed really high up. It was like twice Abigail's height, if not more, between it and the ground. The Sneasel's claws didn't seem to work on it either, which was pretty strange.

Her eyes widened as the guy emerged from the trees. Was he the one that put it there? Then he had to be a bad guy! Wait, she wasn't ready for this! She'd barely ever left Redorchard, and... Was that a knife?! Abigail wasn't having the best time with this, and had gone a bit pale. She was ready to deal with wild Pokemon and everything, but she didn't like the idea of getting stabbed very much. She found herself snapping out of it a little when Lynn started advancing on the guy. "H-hey, shouldn't we, like, talk about this or something? I'm sure it's just a huge misunderstanding, right guys?"

Of course, when Lynn actually spoke , Abigail had a feeling that talking it out had been thrown out of the window. She got it, and she knew she'd sure be mad if someone messed with her starter Pokemon, but the guy had a knife! What if Lynn got herself hurt? Abigail thought about sending out Waffles, but the man was clearly a bad guy, and if she did anything to make him angry then who knows what he'd do?

She glanced around the clearing. The net was so high, how were they supposed to get Quill out? ...Wait. She remembered her newest capture - Her brain seemed to have shut down for a minute from the shock of the situation, but if she could get Cookie up there... The guy would see if she did anything, though. At least, while she was with them. For that, though, Abigail had a time-tested strategy. One that had been passed down and refined through generations. The ultimate way to deal with any situation.

Running away really really quickly.

"You guys have fun!" she yelled, and turned tail, disappearing into the trees. Part of it was strategy, but another part of her really wanted to just keep running. She really considered just taking off and leaving them behind, but... She was supposed to be a hero, a Pokemon Master! As much as she wanted to, she couldn't just let them take on the bad guys alone.

Diving through a couple of bushes, she kept going for a little while before stopping, sitting with her back against a tree. She sat for a couple of moments, then started to think of a plan.




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You walked in the direction of the staring Taillow, through sloshing mud and slowly warping wood. The open meadow before had become swampy ground. A miasma of rotting wood and murky water overtook your senses. All of the water seemed to creep, like a thin layer of slime, all migrating toward that rapid river behind you. Broken remnants of trees stuck out from the shallow depths. Bushes grew in sprawls and thorns weaved precariously about the place. Though wild and overgrown, the terrain was passable. Your shoes would get soaked, but that was nothing new for a citizen of Dewmeadow.

Whether by sheer luck or by the guidance of the Taillows, you’d found a speck of yellow, spiky hair in the distance. Sure enough, rushing forward, you’d find Rowan standing in a clearing of cypress trees. Interestingly enough, these trees almost formed a ring around you, save for the entrance way you came in. Thick, levy foliage hung down like strings from twisting branches. It was difficult to see in any direction other than the way in and out. Despite this, you still weren’t quite sure if you would be able to make it out on your own.

Rowan held Purrloin in his arms. The cat was slouched, still fainted from the battle. The boy didn’t appear to have any potions on him, having likely lost them with his bag. An interesting, blue Pokémon was floating on its own tail in front of Rowan. It pointed its body upward, still balancing on the ball at the ends of its tail, and shot form a stream of water into the sky. The water came back as droplets in a miniature storm. Hard rain fell onto soft souls.

@hatakekuro

With a knot in your stomach, you coasted along the side of the raging rapids. They winded, serpentine, through the warped wood of the Quagmire. The way became less tread as you continued onward. Few souls, other than Pokémon rangers or veterans, ever decided to walk alone into the swamp. Taking the river was a safe step, though, as it could always be followed back. Leaving sight of the river might spell trouble for the misguided. You listened to water attacking stone with one ear, and the biotic chorus of the swamp with the other.

There was no trail of either missing person at first. And then there was a sign, vague, but there. Indentations, lines, about a foot or so long before vanishing. The mud floor shifted often, especially near the river, and had likely covered the complete tracks of what appeared to be wagon wheels. They were there though, you were sure of it. And then, sometimes, a hoof print. Sometimes two. The earth around these tracks was drier for some reason, the water having left the soil by some means. You continued to follow these vague clues, this overwhelming river, all the way to the end.

There was a cart.

It was old-fashioned. All wooden, down to the last detail. A lantern hung off the top of the carriage. The wick of the candle had shortened, but the base was still white with life. It was turned and leaned ever so slightly over the edge, threatening to fall frail before the rapids. A trail of parted earth led directly from the front of the cart and down to the basin bordering the rapids. Rouge curtains whipped in the presence of occasional gusts. The ominous curtains waved towards you, as if inviting you in. The interior was too dark to see from where you were currently standing.

@PlatinumSkink

First, the round blue ears revealed themselves. Then, a pair of black, doughy eyes. A rotund, blue stomach was next, as the Pokémon didn’t exactly appear to have a neck. Miniature blue moccasin feet were next. And, finally, a long, black, string-like tail connected to a wrecking ball end. Wide-eyed with wonder, the flash of blue became more clear than a peripheral blur. It poked its head from behind one of the gnarled, overgrown trees you stood near. Its eyes were curious, gleaming. Not darting, but transfixed on the limp Purrloin you held in your arms.

“Azurill?”

It almost looked like a big, blue mouse. You might’ve heard tales of the Marill in the swamp, and maybe as a kid you believed them, but to see it before your eyes, that was something else. The Pokémon didn’t walk towards you, as it wasn’t tall enough to tread through the murky waters of the Quagmire. Instead, it floated towards you on its stomach. It used its big ball of a tail end as a flotation device. If it needed to turn right, it would veer its mass right. If left, veer left. The whole spectacle looked silly, but nonetheless it was burdened by necessity. The sailing was surprisingly quick, reaching your position in a matter of seconds. You supposed it had some practice at this.

The Pokémon took another, starry-eyed look at the fainted Purrloin. The Azurill pushed itself up to a standing position, using rolling momentum like a turtle flipping off of its back. The Pokémon struggled for a moment to maintain balance, waving its ears to adjust its position. Its tail that it floated on bobbed up and down, like a buoy attached to a fishing lure, before coming back to rest in the middle of a circular ripple. The Pokémon then leaned backward, plopping down into a seated position, mouth held to the cyprus leaves above. From its mouth came a gush of water, a powerful torrent that reminded you of the rapids below the bridge. It reached skyward, just touching the ends of leaves before falling back to earth. By this point, though, it was like a mountain’s mist on summer day. The microscopic droplets covered you and Purrloin both. They clung tightly, shining against the late afternoon sun. Purrloin didn’t appear to wake, but the Fury Cutter’s wound was at least cleaned. The Azurill bowed its head and began to tear up, having failed to revive the fainted Pokémon.

“Az…Az…”
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You set out onto the main deck to capture a team for you and the mighty general Alexander, salty winds blowing through your hair and the cry of gulls echoing around you. The air was humid and warm, but rarely did a gust fail to chill that feeling away. Pokémon trainers of all sorts walked the massive, wooden expanse before you. The white, metal guard rails overlooked breathtaking scenery. Maybe it was beautiful to you, perhaps horrifying or truly awesome. Sea, and only sea, for miles on end. In any direction you stared, calm lulls of liquid blue gently rocked the horizon. You noticed rolling waves behind you, white caps surfing underneath grey tempest sky. A homogenous mix of Wingulls and Taillow circled in various spots, attempting to kingfish for various fish that might hide below the depths.

You noted to your right and near the stern was a towering pillar of architecture. Each floor had a curved pane of glass upon its front, revealing a basic outline of the interior within. The first floor revealed a magnificent dining hall. You noted several large, round tables draped in a fine, silken cloth. People of formal attire were currently setting silverware in front of black, cushioned chairs of red velvet. The image of the dining room became unfocused past the first couple rows of tables, so you couldn’t quite make out everything.

Above and on the second floor revealed two rooms. On the left was what appeared to be a miniature market, with a couple shelves lined with basic necessities. Food, water, potions, some heals here and there. There were even post cards and letters one could send around the world, given they had another to write to. On the highest shelves were some stuffed dolls, but what there were was a mystery to you. There was also sign hung up on the headboard above the register, but the writing was too far to read.

Upon the precipice of the gleaming tower was a final window. Two massive, calloused hands gripped the sides of a black leathery chair. Professor Palm looked out above the scenery, tipping his yellow hat and scratching his withered, gnarly beard. Flashing lights appeared as a dotted mosaic behind him. You could just make out some sorts of individuals rushing about as shadows, blocking outlines of various portions of the lit backdrop.

“First time?”

You turned, an individual in a white uniform greeting you with an open hand. He seemed to be one of Palm’s boys, those who had accompanied him after the instance in the terminal room. His open hand motioned to the side, pointing to a raft that hung delicately in the air.

“She’s ready to go on your mark. The reinforced nylon will keep her close to the boat, nothing to worry.”

You would notice all of the other trainers, if they weren’t distracted by other things, being assisted into these rafts. They weren’t very large, perhaps just enough for a trainer and their Pokémon. There were open handles on the sides of the rafts to set up poles, which many trainers were doing, or sit a drink if that was your fancy. At the back of the raft was a small box with a red cross, likely in case of emergencies. If you would accept his hand, the sailor would assist you into the vessel. When you had settled, you heard the squeak of a pulley system begin lowering you into the calm waters below.

You gently splashed down. The raft rocked only momentarily before you were level again, only bouncing with the occasional ripple. There were two black paddles tucked underneath the side pocket of the raft, if you wished to row about. Though, there was plenty of movement and drift by following the S.S. EXPEDITION on its course. It wasn’t long before you noticed a tiny ripple sound off, just a tad louder now, and then breach the surface with a small splash.

“Shell?”

A goofy looking Pokémon stared directly at you. Its tongue stuck out to the side, coming from a void black center between two hard, lined purple shells. It bobbed up and down in the water, as if preparing for a mighty leap from the ocean.

@Xan the G

Pokémon trainers of all sorts walked the massive, wooden expanse before you. The white, metal guard rails overlooked breathtaking scenery. Maybe it was beautiful to you, perhaps horrifying or truly awesome. Sea, and only sea, for miles on end. In any direction you stared, calm lulls of liquid blue gently rocked the horizon. You noticed rolling waves behind you, white caps surfing underneath grey tempest sky. A homogenous mix of Wingulls and Taillow circled in various spots, attempting to kingfish for various fish that might hide below the depths.

You noted to your right and near the stern was a towering pillar of architecture. Each floor had a curved pane of glass upon its front, revealing a basic outline of the interior within. The first floor revealed a magnificent dining hall. You noted several large, round tables draped in a fine, silken cloth. People of formal attire were currently setting silverware in front of black, cushioned chairs of red velvet. The image of the dining room became unfocused past the first couple rows of tables, so you couldn’t quite make out everything.

Above and on the second floor revealed two rooms. On the left was what appeared to be a miniature market, with a couple shelves lined with basic necessities. Food, water, potions, some heals here and there. There were even post cards and letters one could send around the world, given they had another to write to. On the highest shelves were some stuffed dolls, but what there were was a mystery to you. There was also sign hung up on the headboard above the register, but the writing was too far to read.

Upon the precipice of the gleaming tower was a final window. Two massive, calloused hands gripped the sides of a black leathery chair. Professor Palm looked out above the scenery, tipping his yellow hat and scratching his withered, gnarly beard. Flashing lights appeared as a dotted mosaic behind him. You could just make out some sorts of individuals rushing about as shadows, blocking outlines of various portions of the lit backdrop.

“You there, boy!”

You turned to see an old man, armed to the teeth with what appeared to be fishing equipment. Hooks, rods, bait, tackle, lures, hats, pockets of all shapes and sizes, small boxes and tanks for any sort of aquatic creature, buckets, shells, nets, and a tiny Krabby that sat upon his shoulder. It grunted a contorted growl as it snipped its claws into the air.

“Koo-ki Koo-ki!”

“Would y’mind helping an old feller go on one last fishin’ trip?”

A passing sailor laughed at the spectacle, putting both of his hands on his hips.

“Rusty, you can’t be serious. You know she’s not out there anymore.”

“Aye, that might be true, but I have to try…”

The sailor sighed and shrugged, striding over into your direction. He looked over his shoulder towards Rusty and beamed a smile before turning back to you. He spoke between giggles, obviously tickled by the determined old man.

“If you plan on going, I hope you secure your ear. It might fall off with the stories Rusty has to share. He’s a good man, and a better sailor. He’ll take care of you.”

Rusty patted the side of the raft, inviting you to join him inside the already crowded raft. Did you accept his request?

@BlueSky44

Pokémon trainers of all sorts walked the massive, wooden expanse before you. The white, metal guard rails overlooked breathtaking scenery. Maybe it was beautiful to you, perhaps horrifying or truly awesome. Sea, and only sea, for miles on end. In any direction you stared, calm lulls of liquid blue gently rocked the horizon. You noticed rolling waves behind you, white caps surfing underneath grey tempest sky. A homogenous mix of Wingulls and Taillow circled in various spots, attempting to kingfish for various fish that might hide below the depths.

You noted to your right and near the stern was a towering pillar of architecture. Each floor had a curved pane of glass upon its front, revealing a basic outline of the interior within. The first floor revealed a magnificent dining hall. You noted several large, round tables draped in a fine, silken cloth. People of formal attire were currently setting silverware in front of black, cushioned chairs of red velvet. The image of the dining room became unfocused past the first couple rows of tables, so you couldn’t quite make out everything.

Above and on the second floor revealed two rooms. On the left was what appeared to be a miniature market, with a couple shelves lined with basic necessities. Food, water, potions, some heals here and there. There were even post cards and letters one could send around the world, given they had another to write to. On the highest shelves were some stuffed dolls, but what there were was a mystery to you. There was also sign hung up on the headboard above the register, but the writing was too far to read.

Upon the precipice of the gleaming tower was a final window. Two massive, calloused hands gripped the sides of a black leathery chair. Professor Palm looked out above the scenery, tipping his yellow hat and scratching his withered, gnarly beard. Flashing lights appeared as a dotted mosaic behind him. You could just make out some sorts of individuals rushing about as shadows, blocking outlines of various portions of the lit backdrop.

While your teammates approached the railings of the ship, your interests took you closer to the tower looking over the deck. In front of the floor was an array of miniature fields, with different terrains and ground to battle on. You wandered towards a smaller flatland, covered in small stones and dirt. The deck must’ve been custom fitted to allow for installment of different terrains in different areas. From across the way of this dirt battleground, standing behind a white, painted line, stood a boy. He had wild, spiky brown hair and a blue vest. The tails ends of the vest nudged against a Palm Ball much like your own. Etched into the dirt were two rough marks, dug in by some primitive means.

“Aha! A challenger! Since you stepped in front of me, we HAVE to face off! You’ll be my third victory today…”

At this moment, you noticed you were standing on another white, painted line. There was area to the left where you could stand.

Did you accept?
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Your happy-go-lucky duo and search for Cubchoo was unfortunately halted, as in your path stood a rotund Furcoat. He took a wide-legged stance into the snow. His boots dug in, the shuffle of the powder audible from a distance. His breaths were heavy. You could tell by the air forcing itself out of his mouth. It came in large plumes of clouds, rapidly and repeatedly. You swore a mild fog might start covering the area if he kept it up.

“Y-you ruined me! All of my data is pointless! If you hadn’t said anything, Evergreen would’ve kept quiet!”
It was then you noticed the thick, brown mustache protruding from above the Furcoat’s scarf. It was the researcher from before, who had insulted Evergreen only to be shut down by her retort. You weren’t quite sure how involved you truly were in the downfall of his academic career, but he seemed to blame you nonetheless. With the wind and between breaths, he spoke in raspy tones.

“So now, you’re going to pay…”

The large man reached underneath his white snow coat. From the depths of its many pockets he retrieved a Poké Ball. His shoulder fell back, as did his arm. The ball increased in size to cup perfectly in the man’s grasp. His other arm pointed forward toward you. His scarf lowered, and a scowl greeted you from underneath. He roared as best he could, throwing forth his weight to toss the Poké Ball in your direction.

~SCIENTIST RUTHERFORD WANTS TO BATTLE!~


“Swinub, use Powder Snow!”

A brilliant flash of light momentarily blinded you. Your vision returned, everything all the same, save for the furry pig Pokémon now halfway between you and the researcher. And it was ruffling its body, summoning a gale wind to gather the snow about it and send it cascading toward Gastly. With an exasperated grunt, it lurched its body forward to unleash its wintry assault.

@Delta44

As you opened your eyes, everything became clear. The sun gave a yellow tinge to your surroundings, and the summer heat caused a drop of sweat to run down the side of your body. Hadn’t it just been pale blue? You must’ve fallen asleep in the middle of the night. The temperature almost lulled you into a second, mid-morning nap. Your eyes fluttered a slideshow of light and dark and began to roll into the back of your head. Almost. Your skin tightened and your chest heaved. You shot up in bed and your eyes widened, adjusting to the light. The adrenaline in your veins returned as your shaking hands gripped whatever might be lying about. You threw whatever coverings that bundled you in the night and your feet hit the ground running, literally soaring out of bed. Was that the smell of pancakes downstairs or in a house across the road? Where’d you fall asleep again? Who cares, today was the day! Your eyes darted about the place and you grabbed whatever you thought might help you in the blink of an eye. Personal belongings, a pack, some snacks, you even found a Potion hidden around the place and stuffed everything into some sort of container. The zipper groaned as you heaved backward with all of your might to get it closed. You nearly sprinted away before turning back. You collected all of the cash you’d been saving and stuffed it into your pockets.

[Acquire: Potion x1]
[Acquire: 500 P (Pokédollars)]


Did you say goodbye to your parents? Were they here? Were you in a home? Out the door you went. Your shoes slammed against the dirt and kicked up grass. With your gear in tow, you took your first steps to becoming a Pokémon master.

You’d arrived on a small barge, the only vessel that was offering transport to the cold valley of Argentglade. When you stepped off the boat, you’d notice the pier was covered in a translucent ice, and the sky was populated with tiny balls of snow. Even though it was summer, the northern town still received regular snow storms, as odd as that seemed. Researchers from all around Huji came to investigate the phenomena. The residents would always tell them it was because they were so far north, but the researchers never had it. They could be seen trotting about in thick, arctic coats and sealed boots. They’d always be walking in and out of a cubic, white building with black satellite tower.

Your heels pressed into the cracking ice as you took your first step. It was thin, but still dangerous. Mounds of aquatic catches were piled in boxes and piles around the pier, unoccupied but someone had to have caught them. Past the pier, random sprout of vegetation peeked past the white prairie. The soft hills seemed to roll on forever. The sun caught them just as the right angle, and from where you stood the town was bathed in a field of silvery diamonds. Small cottages with yellow windows and smoking chimneys stood out against the blue and grey background of sky. Each roof was white, white with snow. They were spread out, far enough to maintain privacy, but close enough to secure the feel of community. Wherever one walked on the cobblestone paths, the smell of baking or hot soup caressed one’s frigid nostrils.

For a cold town, you’d found the residents were surprisingly warm and kind. Any would offer you food and bed for the night if you required it. Asking around, it’d be easy to find out about Professor Evergreen’s research lab. Every year, she would offer residents the chance to assist her in research efforts by equipping them with technology and, to most’s anticipation, a Pokémon. And that’s why you were awake today, and on this morning. Wisps of cool air flowed into your mouth as you hurried toward the lab. The cubic, white building with yellow, square rows of windows and a black satellite tower on top.

Furcoats (that’s what people around town called researchers) were pouring in and out of the open, glowing entrance. Those with packs, who you suspected to be trainers, were doing the same. People of all ages were walking, running, and sprinting out the front door. Each of them took to a different direction, but many were headed in a general southern direction, toward the only route out of town. You headed the opposite way, still needing your Pokémon to venture forth with.

A luke-warm breeze unruffled your hair as you stood in front of the doorway. Somehow, a constant temperature of wind invited you into the building. Before you was a lady, and incredibly young at that. You wouldn’t be surprised if the two of you were the same age. She had sky blue hair that cascaded as water onto her shoulders. She wore a black vest overtop a standard white dress shirt. Around her neck was a ribbon red ascot, tied with an intricate knot. Her curious eyes were just a shade darker than her hair, like an icicle crashing onto a frozen lake. She sat in a futuristic-looking wheel chair, with handles, switches, and bars littering the exterior. The chair adjusted itself to face directly towards you. Her icicle eyes perked up to meet your own. There was a presence about them, an unspoken, invisible cunning.



The girl extended her hand, wishing to take it into her own. Given you accepted, you found her grip was surprisingly firm, her fingers clinging tightly to the bottom of your palm.

“Oh, do come in! My name is Dr. Evergreen, I’ll be your employer. If you have any questions, don’t be afraid to ask. ERIC will assist you from here.”

You marveled the interior of Evergreen’s lab. It was decorated as a modern, cozy home, but somehow also functioned as a lab. Wooden, polished tables and beige carpets were placed amongst stark white counters and glassware. Terminals, monitors, and switches covered the cream walls at about stomach level. There was a kitchen and a centrifuge room. There was a den and a microscopy lab. For every modern living element, there was a scientific one. You admired the design and how it all somehow mixed, despite how different the two were. The carpet quickly absorbed any liquids or chemicals that were spilled onto the floor. Any residual liquid quickly evaporated as powerful ceiling vents twisted their teeth and revealed themselves. They inhaled deeply before returning to their slumber, hidden in the off-white ceiling.

Elements and furniture of the interior seemed to be able to move itself if needed. If ever an object was in your way, it was able to shift along a horizontal or even vertical plane in some cases. Other, larger pieces were transfixed to a section of the wall. The wall was capable of flipping about, hiding the obstacle until it was no longer in your path. It appeared that nearly everything was made universally accessible within Evergreen’s lab. A system of drones flew precisely above you in all directions. They were each carrying supplies of varying quantities and qualities. There were few furcoats around, and none seemed to have any remote to control them with.

“They’re automatically piloted by my assistant.”

Just after mentioning the name, a nearby black orb on the wall emitted a triangular, bright blue beam in front of you. It loaded a series of dots and lines. First, in the shape of feet, then legs, torso, arms, and finally a head. Before you stood a primitive outline of a man, bald and about six feet tall in stature. Weight unknown.

“IT IS A PLEASURE TO MEET YOU.”



“He will be taking you into the terminal room. I'd do it myself, but it's a bit crowded at the moment... see you soon!”

Evergreen waved to the both of you once again before turning about in her chair. She appeared to be greeting those who were entering at the door. She took extra care and time to meet the children and those who were younger. You could overhear her asking about their favorite Pokémon and what they wished to accomplish in the future.

“RIGHT THIS WAY, PLEASE.”

The blue hologram was connected to the black sphere on the wall by a thin, wavering beam of light. The sphere shifted on the wall as ERIC began to walk, taking twists and turns through the modern home of a laboratory. You noticed several other trainers around you being led by clones of ERIC. It appeared that the intelligence system was not limited to just one appearance at a time, and was capable of communicating with multiple individuals. In addition, it appeared to be operating many of the automatic functions of the laboratory. ERIC could take orders and respond in real time, without any input or coding system required. You weren’t quite sure how it all worked, or how advanced ERIC really was in terms of conversation and answering questions.

ERIC led you into a room much like the populated counters, stark white but much more barren than the rest of the laboratory. This room was covered, floor and all, with large white tiles and black glass in-between. Being the first there, ERIC led the two of you into a back corner, motioning for each of you to face against one of the white tiles on the wall. Once you were in position, a light blue ring formed around you. It traversed your body once, twice, before fading as pixels in an explosion. The pixels reformed, piece by piece, to create letters on the white tile in front of you.

[REGISTER] Read on the screen, just above a thumb print. There was no turning back from here. Did you accept?

Assuming you accept...

Blue lines traversed the screen. In patterns, sporadically, dashing in their inconsistency. The cogs in the terminal whirred as the lasers performed their show, before they came to form words on the screen.

REN MOYRA

AGE: 17
SEX: F
HEIGHT: 5’ 2”
WEIGHT: 112 LBS

[IS THIS CORRECT?]

Assuming you pressed the button, after making any changes you wished...

CALCULATING...

First, a hex grid of wireframe. Black in the inside, green as the structure, a Poké Ball formed in a pocket below the screen, held by a sort of basic upholder apparatus. A green laser, in the fashion of a 3D printer, began to bring the Pokéball to life. Layer by layer, the second dimension gained another perspective. First green, then a white bottom, a black, middle rim, a white button on the front, and finally the cherry red top. The button glowed a dark pink and hummed a synthetic tune before fading.

YOUR POKÉMON IS... SHINX

[WILL YOU GIVE SHINX A NAME?]


The screen asked you.


After you have named your Pokémon…

No 403 SHYN (SHINX)
FLASH POKéMON
LEVEL: 5
HT: 1’ 08”
WT: 20.9 LBS
SEX: M

NATURE: IMPISH
INCREASED STAT: DEF
DECREASED STAT: SP. ATK
FAVORITE FLAVOR: SOUR
DISLIKED FLAVOR: DRY

ABILITY: INTIMIDATE (LOWERS OPPONENT’S ATTACK)

THE EXTENSION AND CONTRACTION OF ITS MUSCLES GENERATES ELECTRICITY. IT GLOWS WHEN IN TROUBLE.

PLEASE TAKE YOUR POKé BALL. GOOD LUCK!


The computer said.

~You caught Shyn, the Shinx!~

“CONGRATULATIONS.” ERIC said. The hologram spoke monotonously and lacked facial expression, but you felt he was trying his best. The transparent, blue humanoid waved its digital fingers in a direction toward you. A drone came humming over from the opposite corner of the room, carrying two miniature, silver tablets in its clutches. The flying robot lowered itself and extended mechanical projections towards you, waiting for you to grab the Pokédex at any time.

“THESE DEVICES ARE KNOWN AS POKéDEX. POINTING THEM IN THE VICITNITY OF A POKéMON WILL GIVE THE TRAINER A SUMMARY OF INFORMATION FOR THAT POKéMON. THAT POKéMON’S INFORMATION WILL THEN BE DOWNLOADED TO THE DATABASE. THE POKéDEX IS LINKED TO PROFESSOR EVERGREEN’S POKéDEX, AND SHE MAY BE CONTACTED AT ANY POINT IN TIME.”

[Acquire: Evergreen Pokédex]


A normal person explaining all of this would need to catch their breath between sentences, or at least explanations. ERIC wasn’t limited by this, however, and continued to list off everything you needed to know. There were silent pauses between each recital, though, so you were able to catch on to all of the information being explained.

“EMPLOYMENT UNDER EVERGREEN LTD. REQURIES TRAINERS TO UPLOAD AS MUCH POKéMON DATA AS POSSIBLE. MONETARY SUMS WILL BE PROVIDED FOR SCANNING WILD POKéMON. ADDITIONAL MONETARY SUMS WILL BE PROVIDED FOR SCANNING BOTH WILD AND RARE POKéMON.”

Once again, a momentary pause.

“EMPLOYMENT UNDER EVERGREEN LTD. DOES NOT ALLOW FOR THE USE OF TECHNOLOGY PROVIDED BY OTHER COMPANIES. TECHNOLOGY WILL BE PROVIDED BY EVERGREEN LTD. AS THE TRAINER BECOMES A MORE VIABLE ASSET THROUGH THE QUANTITY AND QUALITY OF DATA UPLOADS. TO BEGIN EMPLOYMENT, EACH TRAINER WILL RECEIVE A COMPLEMENTARY EVERGREEN BALL.”

The same drone that had delivered the Pokédex had flown back to another corner of the room, activating a switch on a white wall tile with a twisting, mechanical projection. The wall tile folded open to reveal a line of Poké Balls ready for the taking. The drone grabbed two and delivered them much the same as the Pokédex. They were like other Poké Balls, but with a silver “E” within the top portion of red.

[Acquire: Evergreen Ball x1]


“DO YOU REQUIRE MORE INFORMATION?” ERIC said.
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'Ah.' Rowan blinked in realization as the little creature revealed itself. It… it wasn’t a Marill. It was smaller. This had to be… the name escaped Rowan, but the lower evolution of Marill. From what the Pokémon itself said… ‘Azurill.’ He kindly repeated after it, his own voice in a bit of amazement. The method which it travelled over the surface of the water was an interesting sight to behold, surely physics were playing an amazing role that Rowan didn’t grasp quite yet. And, it got onto its ball, using its own tail as a platform in the water. It… it looked really cute.

'Woah.' And then it shot water from its mouth, somehow either understanding what Rowan wanted or getting the same idea itself. The heat caused to flow down as a mist as it came down, the wet feeling and smell welling over Rowan and his fainted Purrloin. 'Ah…' He smiled, taking advantage of the situation and started using the water to clean the wound on his Purrloin, noting that her fur maintained her grace even as she was fainted. Then… Oh, no. Seems like the Azurill didn’t think it had achieved anything, or something. It was a bit hard to tell. But, it was clear to Rowan. He needed to encourage it.

'Hey.' Rowan smiled and calmly went down on his knees before the little Pokémon, despite what this might do to his pants. 'Thank you very much! With this, Purrloin should be alright until I can take her back, and it’s all thanks to you.' He made sure to keep his voice as kind as possible. This little Pokémon… was so much like a child younger than him. It was impossible to wish harm on it. Even the thought of trying to capture it with a Pokéball now felt like it’d be an act of cruelty, he couldn’t do that. 'If I had my bag right now, I so would have given you a treat as thank you…' Rowan sighed a bit, but continued smiling.

'Hey, could you help be back to the plains? I might have gotten a little lost.' Maybe. He was pretty sure if he walked in roughly THAT direction, he’d get where he wanted eventually. But, having a guide sure would help… 'If it’s not too much, of course.'

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Tesh's eyes darted towards Lynn's Sneasel, and then towards Lynn, just as he was pulled up by the hidden net. Who the heck is using primitive traps out here in the jungle instead of pokeballs? Didn't they know that it was foolish to waste the effort? Or were they actually hunting pokemon? Whatever the reason, Tesh didn't jump to any negative conclusions like his two so-called allies had. "Easy, Lynn," Tesh urged, reaching to pull her back by her shoulder gently and walking past her to address the man. "We seem to have gotten lost, but I'm inclined to ask what you're doing out here with a net when you seem to have pokeballs at your disposal," Tesh asked, while Kaz hid slightly behind his legs. The little Meowth was extremely suspicious of the random man in the woods.

"Care to enlighten us?"

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Mara Scelus

Mara continued her way forward, pushing aside the brush and attempting to see anything of Rowan's. Of course, she still expected some sort of massive pokemon, perhaps with the beauty of a dragon type, to appear in a clearing and endow upon her some mystic prophecy. In her mind, it would be one or the other. Nothing normal could ever come from taillows pointing all in the same direction.

She wiggled her toes in her shoes a bit, noticing how the mud was cleaned off of them, only to be replaced by an extraordinary amount of water. Positively soaked, it would have bothered her more when she was younger, hating the sensation as her feet would almost prune from contact. Eventually, however, it all seemed to be made worthwhile.

There, off in the distance, she could see a brief pop of yellow. Hesitating for a moment, Mara glanced up towards the trees, before making off in a mad dash towards what she hoped to be Rowan. By some miracle, she didn't stumble or trip, and she made her way into a clearing. The instant she entered, she could hardly see the way out. She hoped that Kira would be able to help her find the way out, but for now, she was letting her dear pokemon rest.

She quickly went over to Rowan who had purrloin curled up in his arms, gently tending to her. In front of him, a mysterious blue floating pokemon shot a burst of water into the sky, and it came down as raindrops, gently hitting them all. Completely astounded, Mara opened her pokedex to inspect the pokemon, amazed and impressed.

She hadn't the faintest idea what it was.

"Who...Who are you?" Mara asked, her eyes wide as she stared at the pokemon. Almost awkwardly, she extended a hand, as if to introduce herself. "I'm Mara Scelus."

Vaguely, she remembered that Rowan hadn't had a clue that the battle was over and that they won. She would have told him, but she remained transfixed by the mysterious pokemon, mystified by it. There were some rumors about the types of pokemon off on Route A, yet they all escaped her, leaving her mesmerized by it.

"Rowan, we won," Mara whispered. She didn't think to explain that Yasha had been left behind, simply staring with curiosity at the new pokemon. It was as if she had been inflicted with paralysis.
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Derrik Sculler






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Derrick laughed as he ran, the freezing wind an icy rush against his face that made his spiked hair rustle along with his hat. A small tilt of his head the only thing keeping it from flying off as he charged through the snowy woods, where the white capped trees zoomed by. His ghastly not far behind; giving chase like that of a rampaging bull with only the thought of getting payback filling his enraged mind and the laughter of his trainer mocking him, though it was simply the aussie enjoying the chase.

If his pokemon wouldn't listen or acknowledge him, then he would make it happen even if it wasn't friendly. He had dealt with stubborn pokes like this one and learn through experience that sometimes getting the pokemon mad or hate him was a good step to getting the pokemon's attention. From there, he planned to work with that animosity and in time turn into friendship, the only thing he had to be careful of was to not push or rush it.

' What's the mateh gazzo?! cold gettin ya down?!'Calling out over his shoulder to spurn the ghastly on, thinking this could be a fun way to train his poke so it was killing two birds with one stone.

Hearing the trainer's voice which only delivered further insults only agitated the steaming gas ball even more and began spiraling at his fastest.

At the moment, he couldn't see Ghastly as he turned around a tree; intending to keep running, but the sudden appearance of another person made him skid to a stop, nearly making him slip forward from the slippery ice covered snow. Regaining his balance and standing up, his breath a bit heavy as he looked ahead at the rotund coated person, who, if he couldn't tell, seemed to purposefully block his way.' H'ang on? what's a bloke like ya do- ' The sudden whoosh of Ghastly dashing through his head; knocking his hat off in the process cut him short.

Coughing with stinging eyes with a rub of his head, his blurred vision returning to reveal ghastly giving him a wide mocking smirk.

The angry researcher all but forgotten and his angry prattling unheard as Derrick was too busy focusing his attention of Ghastly.' OI! don't go thinkin that hit of yers be fair! If this sodding bloke d'nt pop round the corner..!' The ghastly's smug grew with each word he spoke.'Ghats gatsly gats gats (the whinings of a poor sport belittles one lowly as you)'The floating gas actively laughed in his face as Derrick was the one fuming now.

This argument between a floating ghost and a foreigner must of seemed odd to the shamed researcher who had been forgotten completely. It took the freezing bite of the powder snow hitting both of them to be snapped out of it.' Crikey that's a right frizz!' His face and Ghastly were both covered in a layer of snow that left the two of them shivering.

Shaking off the powder; remembering the cloaked person and looked over at the man who was glaring back, though had no idea what he did to anger the guy.' Hey..gazzo..does this bloke famil?'Struggling on where he might of met the man.' gats ghast ly gats ghastly(like it matters..lets just leave this howling oaf and go)' Clearly the ghastly wanted nothing to do with this stranger, nor any interest.

That was when Derrick caught sight of the swinub that caused him to cry out and jump like an excited little kid.' GAZZO! Will ya get a look at this?! Our first new poke encounter! 'Dropping the backpack down before running to the little brown ball of fur and slid to a crouch, nearly falling face first into the snow from sheer excitement; studying the pokemon with wonder.' Yer a cute lil fuzzer ya are. 'Once again, the researcher had been all but forgotten due to Derrick being absolutely elated to see his first new poke of a new region.

Reaching a hand down to carefully and gently pet the small creature to let out an amazed ooh.' Will ya take a look at this fuzzy beaut? Its fur soft, yet thick...like so to protect aga' the harsh cold we guessin' Leaning in closer as he study and admired the swinub closely then gently poked its big snout.' Ya see the size of its snout? See how it has little stubs legs? Probs uses this big nose to sniff out any hidden food and digs em out.'Absorbed with his commentary of trying to understand the swinub when he remembered being told to scan with the pokedex and quickly rummaged in his pocket to procure it.' Now..how's this doo hickey work? 'Fiddling with the buttons while muttering under his breath before a red light scanned over the swinub...

Swinub: The pig pokemon
-Swinub roots for food by rubbing its snout against the ground. Its favorite food is a mushroom that grows under the cover of dead grass. This Pokémon occasionally roots out hot springs.


Impressed with how the pokedex read out the info on swinub, which confirmed his guesses to be true. His excitement was palpable as he petted the swinub, having no idea the man had just issued him a challenge.
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Havoc Matsuda


While he was first busied with thought on how, where and when to train, Havoc couldn't help but bask in the view surrounding him. He lived in the mountains and the woods. He knew nature well, but not in it's fullest. Be it simply by chance or coincidence, Rook was not looking from any sure out into the horizon... he was floating on the horizon. Even at the simplest expression, seeing only blue for just this brief minute or so in any direction from the ship gave him an appreciate that his whole life he had never experienced. He felt alone, away from the world, but also, more in the open than ever. Both concealed and exposed at the same time. The fact that the sunset, the crisp sea breeze and gulls squawking overhead added to the experience only compelled him all the more to share it with his pokemon. Havoc reached about his waist, drawing Rook's pokeball. As before, he stretched his arm over his lower face.

"Itsudemo Koi, Rook!" chanted Havoc as he threw the houndour's pokeball like a kunai. Rook popped out, tail wagging and immediately began prancing about simply gleefully looking at everything. Havoc watched Rook for a moment, giving him the space and the freedom to take in the surroundings at his own pace. He quickly appreciated that Rook was a hyper inquisitive personality. It was a mix of curiosity and fearlessness. Rook would invade the space of anyone and anything that looked interesting to him, from approaching other pokemon to sniff and wag his tail to people with food or items to hand that flashed or sparkled. Havoc at first figured Rook would soon enough settle down on his own, having probably never been 'outside' like this before. However, he let Rook pace quite a few steps away from him before his attention was caught by a wingull perched on the rail with its tail hanging down.

The natural predatory instinct must have kicked in as Rook settled into a poise and made a pounce at the bird pokemon. Havoc's eyes widened realising what his pokemon was doing and stepped into action. Rook grappled onto the tail of the wingull, causing it to immediately set into distress and begin to fly away. Rook was catapulted up by the wingull above the railing and over the side of the ferry.

...Fortunately, Havoc was there in time to grab Rook by his tail. To do so, Havoc himself was hanging over the rail, clutching onto it by wrapping his legs around the bar. He lifted Rook up by the tail so that their upside down heads were level, with a stern expression showing that he was less than impressed. Rook, still having no real appreciation for danger were still panting with a wide sincere smile and licked the front of Havoc's face, believing his trainer to be giving him a cuddle. Havoc sighed, trying his best not to laugh at Rook's antics lest he promote the behavior in the future.

Once back over the right and safe side of the rail, Havoc put down Rook.

"Stay close." he ordered. Rook barked in agreement. While Havoc moved forward, Rook did as he was told, but was still running around Havoc, slipping away momentarily to check something a few paces away before returning.

You noted to your right and near the stern was a towering pillar of architecture. Each floor had a curved pane of glass upon its front, revealing a basic outline of the interior within. The first floor revealed a magnificent dining hall. You noted several large, round tables draped in a fine, silken cloth. People of formal attire were currently setting silverware in front of black, cushioned chairs of red velvet. The image of the dining room became unfocused past the first couple rows of tables, so you couldn’t quite make out everything.

Above and on the second floor revealed two rooms. On the left was what appeared to be a miniature market, with a couple shelves lined with basic necessities. Food, water, potions, some heals here and there. There were even post cards and letters one could send around the world, given they had another to write to. On the highest shelves were some stuffed dolls, but what there were was a mystery to you. There was also sign hung up on the headboard above the register, but the writing was too far to read.

Upon the precipice of the gleaming tower was a final window. Two massive, calloused hands gripped the sides of a black leathery chair. Professor Palm looked out above the scenery, tipping his yellow hat and scratching his withered, gnarly beard. Flashing lights appeared as a dotted mosaic behind him. You could just make out some sorts of individuals rushing about as shadows, blocking outlines of various portions of the lit backdrop.

“You there, boy!”

You turned to see an old man, armed to the teeth with what appeared to be fishing equipment. Hooks, rods, bait, tackle, lures, hats, pockets of all shapes and sizes, small boxes and tanks for any sort of aquatic creature, buckets, shells, nets, and a tiny Krabby that sat upon his shoulder. It grunted a contorted growl as it snipped its claws into the air.

“Koo-ki Koo-ki!”

“Would y’mind helping an old feller go on one last fishin’ trip?”

A passing sailor laughed at the spectacle, putting both of his hands on his hips.

“Rusty, you can’t be serious. You know she’s not out there anymore.”

“Aye, that might be true, but I have to try…”

The sailor sighed and shrugged, striding over into your direction. He looked over his shoulder towards Rusty and beamed a smile before turning back to you. He spoke between giggles, obviously tickled by the determined old man.

“If you plan on going, I hope you secure your ear. It might fall off with the stories Rusty has to share. He’s a good man, and a better sailor. He’ll take care of you.”


At first, Havoc raised an eyebrow to the sight of the old fisherman, but Rook was already enamoured by the pokemon on the fisherman's shoulder, edging off the side of the ferry, clearly wanting to board the raft.

"What do you think champ?" asked Havoc playfully. Rook turned back hopping in the spot excitedly with barks. Havoc nodded and boarded the raft after Rook. "What can we help you with, Rusty." Havoc asked as he settled himself in. Rook jumped into his lap for a seat, tail still wagging eccentrically.




Location: Route Z

Current Team:

Rook the Houndour¦Status: OK¦Level: 7

Inventory: Pokedollars (700), Palm Pokedex, Palm Ball (1)
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Ren Moyra


Sunlight.

'God, that's annoying...' Groaned the young orphan silently as she rolled away from the light, trying to lull herself back to sleep with her dark and damp surroundings, but to no avail. Despite her coat being able to block the sunlight completely, Ren couldn't escape the impossible heat both it and the light generated in tandem. Hell, it even caused her to start sweating! Either that or it was a nightma-

"Gah!"

Suddenly, the young girl sat up, panting. 'That's right...', she thought, 'another nightmare...'

There was no doubt about it. The sweat had come from a nightmare, and a nasty one at that, tearing her from her precious sleep. The phantom dream even hid itself until she thought about it, which made Ren curse in annoyance. "All I asked for was five more minutes..." Mutters the exhausted Moyra as she stares out the window with the eyes of a dead fish. "Well... doesn't really matter now... I'm here, anyway."
Her fake excitement could convince the most slowest of people, though considering there was nobody in the cargo hold of the ship to begin with, it didn't really matter. At the very least it gave her energy. She pulled her savings from her pocket and gave a quick recount.

'Five-hundred... Just to be safe.'

Of course she would scavenge what she could from these containers, though it seems everything was sealed tight behind some kind of container. In fact the only item of worth was a potion, which she could apply to her new Pokemon if the need arose.
'Ah, yes, my very first Pokemon. Supposedly your first Pokemon is that which you cherish the most. I have yet to be convinced.'
Of course, she'd find out soon enough. After all, she'd just arrived in Argentglade...




It took Ren a little longer than hoped to get off of the vessel and onto the snowy port undetected, though eventually she was able to make her move. Sneaking out the side of the ship and dropping down onto the pier, she maintained secrecy by hoping behind a large stack of boxed goods which had been piled up beside the barge. The ice was thin by the docks, causing it to crack under even Ren's lightweight frame. Her eyes momentarily took note of the vegetation and caught marine animals, though thought little of either and continued on. She took note of her surroundings: hills far off in the distance, houses sparsely spread though not too much, and snow everywhere. Just about what she expected from Argentglade.

Her inner child was suppressed to maintain her stoic impersonation; she'd never seen snow before, and wanted nothing more to experience what it was like to touch, however she figured there would be plenty of time for that around less people. She was also doing well to suppress her hunger, with the sweet aromas that waft throughout the air causing Ren's nose to sniff on in bliss, though she did wonder as to why she could even smell such things. Why did people have their windows open? Unless they were baking outside, though with this snow, that seemed rather... stupid.

It was at this moment that she was so rudely interrupted by a passerby offering food, having spotted how thin Ren was. Despite assuring the man that she was perfectly healthy and fine, he offered food, and Ren was a little too hungry say no. After providing the teen with enough bread to feed the Alola region, the man went on his way and Ren was left to munch on her surprisingly warm bread. Looking around, she couldn't help but notice that all the people of the town seemed to be happy and friendly. She made a mental note of that kindness for possible use later...

Despite not knowing which building belonged to Prof. Evergreen, Ren automatically assumed it was the building with all the scientists and young trainers entering and exiting, and made way for the white, cubic building with the black satellite tower on top.

Finishing her bread and taking a breath of cool air after the light jog, Ren Moyra entered the Pokemon Laboratory of Professor Evergreen. Despite being perfectly warm in her own coat, the temperature inside the lab felt heavenly compared to outside, and drew Ren inside with one big swoop. Before her stood -- or rather sat -- the one she assumed was Professor Evergreen. Comparing her own appearance to that of the professor, Ren wouldn't be surprised if someone mistook her as the bratty twin sister. With light blue hair that fell just below the shoulders, and a shade darker eyes which beamed curiosity, the two looked practically identical, give or take a few key differences.

For one, Ren could stand.

“Oh, do come in! My name is Dr. Evergreen, I’ll be your employer. If you have any questions, don’t be afraid to ask. ERIC will assist you from here.”

Although a little confused as to the common courtesy, Ren managed to shake the woman's hand, give or take a moment. 'So much for greetings...' With a simple nod, Ren studies the lab with curiosity. The lab itself was a constant buzz, always moving and active. Despite this, it also had a secondary function as a home, with both science and economics merging together to form the most comfortable laboratory in Huji. At least, that was Ren's interpretation. At the mention of an assistant, the one she presumed was ERIC, made his appearance: a computer system of sorts, capable of controlling many sections of the lab.

“IT IS A PLEASURE TO MEET YOU.”

Though surprised, Ren didn't let it show. She hadn't seen technology like this before! It was fascinating, though she knew she couldn't divulge in curiosity presently. After all, curiosity killed the cat.

“He will be taking you into the terminal room. I'd do it myself, but it's a bit crowded at the moment... see you soon!” The professor took off no sooner than she appeared, though no-one could blame her. It was a busy day, and the children took priority. Ren may have even done the same under the circumstances.

“RIGHT THIS WAY, PLEASE.”

Ren had already made note of the various clones of ERIC. He sure was an efficient system, running so many processes and having this many commands inputted, all being responded to and solved in real time. It made Ren wonder just what kind of hardware the Professor was packing back there in her wheelchair...
The Moyra girl followed closely behind ERIC into an empty room, having him as her guide. She was taking to the back corner and scanned with a strange blue light, reminiscent of an Aqua Ring, before exploding and reforming into the word: [REGISTER]. Just below it was a thumb print, where she could only assume Ren had to put her thumb in acceptance...

... She hesitated...

'Take a deep breath,' sighed the black-coated female, 'no more emotions. This is it.'

She pressed her thumb forward, and a wave of blue traversed the 'screen' before her.

REN MOYRA

AGE: 17
SEX: F
HEIGHT: 5’ 2”
WEIGHT: 112 LBS

[IS THIS CORRECT?]


Ren pressed the button in acceptance.

CALCULATING...

Before her was something not entirely foreign, but new. Ren knew of machines which put together other machines, though she'd seen nothing like this. The level of detail and quality was impeccable, and Ren couldn't help but be fascinated by it.
The robot wasn't going to go about spreading rumours, now was he?
As the Pokeball was created, Ren was left with a unique dilemma which she hadn't anticipated:

YOUR POKÉMON IS... SHINX

[WILL YOU GIVE SHINX A NAME?]


It wasn't the Pokemon which she was caught up on, it was the nickname. To be honest, she'd never even thought about nicknaming her Pokemon. Though, after giving it some thought, she could see the tactical advantage in nicknaming one's Pokemon. After all, there are some circumstances in which you may surprise a human or Pokemon by calling out a foreign name. Plus, it was a saying among trainers that nicknaming one's Pokemon brought them closer to the trainer. Ren wanted to test that theory. The name couldn't be something too strange, otherwise it might confuse the Pokemon too much. After a little more thought, she finally had an answer:

'Shyn.'

No 403 SHYN (SHINX)
FLASH POKéMON
LEVEL: 5
HT: 1’ 08”
WT: 20.9 LBS
SEX: M

NATURE: IMPISH
INCREASED STAT: DEF
DECREASED STAT: SP. ATK
FAVORITE FLAVOR: SOUR
DISLIKED FLAVOR: DRY

ABILITY: INTIMIDATE (LOWERS OPPONENT’S ATTACK)

THE EXTENSION AND CONTRACTION OF ITS MUSCLES GENERATES ELECTRICITY. IT GLOWS WHEN IN TROUBLE.

PLEASE TAKE YOUR POKé BALL. GOOD LUCK!


"~You caught Shyn, the Shinx!~ CONGRATULATIONS.”

Despite lacking facial expression and tone, ERIC sounded more genuine to Ren than most people. "Thanks..." She said in a quiet voice, barely audible, averting her gaze. Thankfully she spotted the drone coming toward the two, and retrieved one of the two silver Pokedex which it brought over.

“THESE DEVICES ARE KNOWN AS POKéDEX. POINTING THEM IN THE VICITNITY OF A POKéMON WILL GIVE THE TRAINER A SUMMARY OF INFORMATION FOR THAT POKéMON. THAT POKéMON’S INFORMATION WILL THEN BE DOWNLOADED TO THE DATABASE. THE POKéDEX IS LINKED TO PROFESSOR EVERGREEN’S POKéDEX, AND SHE MAY BE CONTACTED AT ANY POINT IN TIME.” ERIC explained. He paused for a moment so Ren could keep up, though she was a pretty good listener anyway. “EMPLOYMENT UNDER EVERGREEN LTD. REQURIES TRAINERS TO UPLOAD AS MUCH POKéMON DATA AS POSSIBLE. MONETARY SUMS WILL BE PROVIDED FOR SCANNING WILD POKéMON. ADDITIONAL MONETARY SUMS WILL BE PROVIDED FOR SCANNING BOTH WILD AND RARE POKéMON.”

Once again, a momentary pause.

“EMPLOYMENT UNDER EVERGREEN LTD. DOES NOT ALLOW FOR THE USE OF TECHNOLOGY PROVIDED BY OTHER COMPANIES. TECHNOLOGY WILL BE PROVIDED BY EVERGREEN LTD. AS THE TRAINER BECOMES A MORE VIABLE ASSET THROUGH THE QUANTITY AND QUALITY OF DATA UPLOADS. TO BEGIN EMPLOYMENT, EACH TRAINER WILL RECEIVE A COMPLEMENTARY EVERGREEN BALL.”

'So you endorse child labour, professor? That's funny.' Thought Ren cynically with a quiet sigh, a noise grabbing her attention. The same drone from before had returned (or maybe they all just looked the same?) with a Pokeball in place of the Pokedex' this time, with this no doubt being her complimentary Evergreen Ball. Ren took the ball once she'd found a place for her Pokedex and Pokeball in her pocket and belt, respectively. “DO YOU REQUIRE MORE INFORMATION?” ERIC said. Ren looked over to the hologram with a curious glance. 'He can answer questions...?' Ren thought. She really was curious as to how advanced ERIC was, but didn't want to stick around too long. So, she kept it simple.

"ERIC, what are your specs?"




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Arren Malla


She wandered away from the others, they were by the edge of the ship, and started to wonder about the other trainers on the ship. They were all over the place, and she wondered what Pokémon they had. In a few moments, she wandered in front of another trainer.

“Aha! A challenger! Since you stepped in front of me, we HAVE to face off! You’ll be my third victory today…" a voice said, and she turned towards the voice.

Looking around, she realized that the trainer was talking to her, and she saw the white line on the ground. Is this always what battle areas look like or something? she thought looking back up at the challenger. Arren smiled, and yelled back to him.

"I wouldn't be so cocky if I were you," she said, reaching for her Pokeball," I accept you challenge!"

This won't be too bad. Worst that could happen is that I lose, but if I win I can show this guy a thing or two. No one should be that cocky, especially if their a trainer just starting out.



Location: Route Z
Team

LEVEL: 7 ABILITY: QUICK FEET
MOVES: TACKLE, HOWL, SAND ATTACK

Bag:
Palm Pokédex
Potion x1
Palm Ball x1
700 P (Pokédollars)
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