The Mysterious Girl arched a brow when a Vulpix emerged from the crowd and had some nerve to leap onto the table she had went through the trouble to find. She rolled her eyes at her plea and simply walked around the table with her hands on her hips, her plaid skirts swaying. Standing in front of the Vulpix to return the trainer crowd’s eyes to her, the Mysterious Girl cheerfully smiled and held up a finger.
“Ahem, actually, we don’t sell are world-class bred Pokemon. We allow trainers to trade in their current Pokemon for our awesome Pokemon. The Machamp and Garchomp were very happy with their new trainers. There are more stronger and eager Pokemon waiting to find a best friend. All you have to do is trade with us!” she announced.
A trainer stepped forth then:
Is what she says true?...Are you the ones responsible for these cowards that swing Pokemon around like tools? Like weapons?...Are you the ones that are making a mockery of everything that Trainers stand for?
The Mysterious Girl frowned at Seth before she turned her cheek to him, a cat-like smirk curling at her lips.
“The goal of every trainer is unique. What you believe trainers stand for may not be what everyone else believes.”
She then returned her attention to the crowd and thrust out her arm.
“There are those among you who do not understand your plight. Those of you whose Pokemon were stolen from you. Those who came all of this way just to have your dreams dashed to the ground by misfortune. Even you have a second chance. The Pokemon Club gives all trainers a chance to equally succeed. Perhaps some of you want to travel the long and arduous path to become a pro. The Pokemon Club gives those who would rather expedite the journey a best friend and a free walk to the finish line!”
Lowering her arm, the girl proudly smiled and waved her hand dismissively at Seth before glancing back over her shoulder at the Vulpix.
“Now for those of you who disagree with the Pokemon Club’s mission, take your protests elsewhere. We have some memberships to hand out.”
The words of Vulpix and Seth touched only a few trainers, but it didn’t stop the majority who stepped forward offering their Pokeballs. Humans were naturally lazy and liked the easy way out. Very few liked to work, and as a result, the Pokemon Club was still in business. The Mysterious Boy and Girl merely smiled triumphantly as they traded Pokeballs across the table around the Vulpix as though she didn’t exist. Trainers happily took their new balls and literally ran with them. Popping them open in the park like children opening Christmas gifts as powerful fully-evolved Pokemon emerged. The traded in balls were placed into boxes that were closed, taped, and loaded onto a van that had the abbreviation “PC” glued on the side.
Meanwhile at the Viridian City Police Department, Officer Sholtz and Arclady were investigating the gang members they had rounded up. They were writing a report, requesting permission to use a Hypno to hypnotize the thugs into talking so they could learn about their true motives behind the Route 1 attacks.
The Viridian Forest was a beautiful place, the soft smell of pine and grass complimented by the soft sounds of the trees flowing through the wind. However, in the depths of the night, with the moon hanging overhead to unveil the secrets of the night with her silvery light, one who find it a place of much danger. A high number of poison type pokemon lived within this forest for many years, which had given it a reputation among many noobie trainers as a nightmare if you lacked the funds to purchase antidotes or Pecha berries. But the forest was becoming increasingly well-known as well for being home to many different kinds of pokemon from all kinds of regions. While the reasons for this are entirely known, the results have been that territory and living space between the number of the pokemon residents here was getting rather sparse, and this often caused disputes amongst the residents that often ended in violence.
Noibat would, unfortunately, find herself in one such predicament. After the day's work, she had chosen a different spot to rest for the night in the forest, exhausted after the altercation with that one trainer from earlier. However, as she slept that night, a gruff voice would startle her from her sleep, the voice barely heard in her groggy state. The fist coming straight towards her face, however, registered instantly, and she just barely managed to avoid it by rolling to the side. Now plenty of awake, she shifted into her humanoid form, dressed in her more revealing garb, she spotted the aggressor tp be a rough looking Axew, his dark green hair going every which way in a matted mess, his clothes filthy and ragged, and eyes full of rage.
"The hell do you think you're doing in my territory, runt." A deep growl would accomany these words as the dragon pokemon approached. Noibat narrowed her eyes, cursing slightly as she realized her day had just gone from bad to worse. Not looking to start a fight, but not wanting to let this asshole get off scot free, she took a breath before letting out a high-pitched shriek. Her plan was simple: Disorient the jerk with Supersonic, then charge in to tackle him to the ground, before shifting into her pokemon form and flying away while he was down. That planned almost immediately failed.
While her opening attack did have an effect, the Axew suddenly grasping his head in pain, he didn't miss her approach and responded with an attack of his own. A dark energy would flow from his fist as he sent a lightning fast jab up into straight into Noibat's face. She could barely register the hit as it came towards her, the force behind it knocking her wildly off course as she ended up smacking into a tree. Shit . . . I may have just pissed of someone I shouldn't have. I've got to get out of-SHIT!
Noibat was forced to dive out of the way of a savage slash by the Axew, the light coming from the white claw-shaped energy seeming to make the red in his eyes burn with a savage, almost feral intensity. Not to mention the sizeable gash left in the tree was a testament that she didn't want to get hit by this guy's attacks. Getting up, she quickly tried to run away, not trusting herself to fly as the world around her was shifting in ways it clearly shouldn't be. The Axew, however, was not far behind, the only thing stopping him from gaining on her was the fact that her Supersonic was still in effect, thus causing him to crash into one or two trees as he charged after her. However, this seemed to also have the adverse effect of pissing him off even more, as his growling curses became more vivid and descriptive.
The chase, with all of the cursing, crashing, and general disruptiveness, was very loud and it wouldn't be hard to find the source of it as Noibat struggled to keep ahead of her pursuer.
Rasa crawled into her tent, it was just enough for one person to be comfortable. She set it up just at the beginning of the forest not too far from the official route. She was aware of the trainer house that offered free food and sleeping place.
She didnt want to use it, if she could help it. She wanted to earn all she needed on this journey herself and with her own strength. Food, shelter, money. It sure would make it harder, and she wasnt sure if that will work out but she was going to give it a try. Which meant sleeping in a tent even if she could be in a comfortable bed.
To think this was her first night as a pokemon trainer. The day was full of interesting things and happenings. She meet her two rivals. One older boy with strange view, and the girl in red dress in love with ghosts pokemon. She fought alongside them against tugs. Helping out a boy out. To finally reach the city watching a rival battle between trainers who were about to earn their last badge. It was all so exciting for her. Tomorrow she would set out to train, she still had to work a strategy for the first gym. Maybe she will write a letter home tomorrow as well... Her mind wandered imaging the adventure ahead of her. The blond girl started to doze off and soon to sleep. Thougth her rest didnt last for too long.
First it sounded like a screech and she wondered if some ghost pokemon or angry bird pokemon was close.She was a little uneasy as she peeked out the tent due to the darkness of the forest. "Maybe it wasnt the best idea to camp in the forest." She wondered aloud and was about to close the tent up again when a crash echoed, and another and another. Was there a fight going on?
Taking a breath she grabbed her bag with all her possessions and went after the sound. A true trainer would not back down from investigating, who knows maybe she will see a legendary? The stories did went something like In dark night all alone in a far corner of the wildernest... The sound became clearer and Rasa was now sure it was fighting sounds. She stopped as the sound started to come closer. She looked at the tree and moved beside it for security and to partially hide. In the darkness and out the bushes she could spot now two shapes. One hand went towards her pokedex, taking it out and watching what was happening.
As Rasa came closer to the battle sight, things were looking bad for Noibat.
Really Bad.
She was covered with deep-looking cuts and bruises, rivulets of blood flowing down from her wounds, as she struggled to stand up. Her opponent stood over her, his breath steaming in the cold night air, eyes burning with a bestial rage. Reaching down, he picked her up by her neck, bringing her up to his face his intense glare. "This is what happens when you decide you want to fuck with someone out of your league. You should've just left my territory." With a roar, he'd rear his other fist back, dark energy coiling around it as he launched a solid Assurance-infused punch straight into her gut.
Noibat would hiss at the pain, but instead of giving the bastard the pleasure of hearing her scream, she'd spit a glob of blood straight into his eyes. The Axew would let out an enraged scream, and that's when Noibat would make her nest attempt at freedom. Letting loose an Ear-piercing Supersonic right into his face, she'd be released from his grasp as he tried to cover his ears. However, it was too late, and the Axew was once again confused by the attack. With another roar, he'd launch himself at Noibat, but his vision was too blurry for him to even get close to hitting her, causing him to run face first into a tree.
Now, the smart thing to do would've been to run right then and there, but Noibat was more than a little pissed off by this jack-off, and so proceeded to shift into her pokemon form and, while the Axew was still trying to get up, flying around to his front and shifting while in mid-flight so that her feet were angled straight forward. With the added moment of her flight speed, she was flying pretty fast, and thus, the tackle-kick would be pretty strong and focused on her target. Said target came into view just as she shifted back, the bright flash of the change disorienting Axew enough that he couldn't possible defended as she drop-kicked him right in his balls. Another roar would tear through the forest, but this one was quite a few decibels higher than the other.
Nimbly rolling out of the way, Noibat was confident that she had gotten the better of this asshole. And then she felt a chill run up her spine, turning around to see the burning gaze of the Axew's blood red eyes focusing directly on her. She once again tried to get away, but the Axew was on her before she could even take another step, letting loose another Scratch attack across her back, this one managing to draw out a rather severe cry of pain, the attack looking pretty bad as Noibat fell to the ground. With the Axew standing menacingly over her, Noibat couldn't help but shake, tears forming in her eyes. This was it. She was going to die here, with no one to blame but herself. She shouldn't have gotten so cocky. She should've minded her own business. Now, all she could do was look up at her assailant, knowing that the end was upon upon her, and no one was coming to her rescue.
Rasa quickly realized that this were wild pokemon fighting, didnt have to be a genius for that. Her pokedex set on silent she scanned those two wild pokemon. She was surprised when she read that both were dragons types. In the letters of her sister she never mentioned that she encouraged dragon types in this forest. Rasa heard the Axew speak about territory and she paid attention. It was then she noticed how badly the other pokemon was already hurt. The fight was probably over, the Noibat looked as if she was barely standing.
And even so the Axew punched her without holding bad, Rasa gasped silently. She saw pokemon battles before, but this was something different. The dragon type was in rage. And the half flying type splitted out some blood into the Axew eyes. Making him even angrier. Rasa felt shocked. If that continued the pokemon would die, she was seriously hurt. She had to flee. The ear piercing sound made Rasa wince, and even if she wasnt the target she was distracted by it.
The Axew launched himself against the tree behind which the human was hiding, and Rasa tripped backwards and fall into a bush. She felt fear, if the Axew noticed her in the bush that she was now in he would surely attack. She didnt have anything that would work against him. His slashes looked strong. In a frozen horror Rasa watched the dangerous pokemon starting to stand up shaking head to clear it. A moment longer and he will notice her. Yet, the noibat didnt flee like Rasa assumed she should have, instead unknowingly she saved the blond trainer. Elegantly moving through the air despite injuries while in her pokemon form. She shifted mid flight and kicked the Axew away.
The noibat saved her life. She was beautiful and impressive. Yet she underestimated her opponent. It was that moment that Rasa made a decision. She pushed the dex in her bag and took in each hand a pokeball. She heard the slash and cry from the other, she had been hit. More nimble than Rasa believed herself to be she jumped on her feet and got a running start. She made two steps before she had a clear view, throwing both balls out.
Noibat was on the ground the Axew menacing hovering over her. His attention directed on his target. Ready to end her life. Neither awaited the ball to hit them. Two perfect throws. Neither awaited the red light to pull them in against their will in the red and white ball. Rasa wasnt stopping or waiting, the pokeball with Noibat was already in her palm as she felt the first shake. The girl's heart was pounding as she continued to run between the trees. Getting away from the Axew ball.
She knew Axew would definitely break the pokeball and than he will be pised at the trainer daring try and catch him.
The second shake.
"Please, stain in."
She whispered to the ball in her hand. She heard the Axew roar, he broke free, but Rasas plan worked. The time he needed to escape the weak pokeball, got her the time to get a headstart and make some distance between him and herself. The third shake.
She didnt look behind, she didnt want to know if a pissed off dragon pokemon was on her heels. She heard the crashing and cutting, but that sound was being drowned out by her pounding heart. She pushed herself to run even faster. The click and a flash of light signalized Noibat was caught. She broke out on the route and kept on running towards the city. On her mind only a single goal. The pokecenter. The trainer didnt slow down in her mad dash even when she entered the city streets.
They were empty at this time of night, but Rasa knew the moment she stops running she will be tired and exhausted. The light of the poke center came in the view and Rasa slowed down until she stopped and was leaning on the wall of the building. She was panting, and she felt sore. She needed a moment as she was catching her breath. "...am changing my mind... staying at the Trainer house... not so bad." She told it to the pokeball in her hand a smile dancing on her lips. She pushed herself off the wall and crossed the few steps to the door. It was open like always. She moved to the counter.
"Good evening. Do you want to heal your pokemon?" The nice nurse asked and Rasa nodded and offered the ball with the dragon flying pokemon inside. There were a few other people there but she didnt care. The only thing she wanted to hear was that Noibat was fully healed.
"Oh dear, she got really hurt. You should take better care of your pokemon." The nurse said as she put the ball in machine watching how the ball spun, while it was healing the pokemon inside to full health. The ding chimed and the nurse gave the ball back to Rasa.
"Hope to see you again."
"Thank you. I will take good care of her."
Rasa hearth calmed down by then and the trainer made his way to the Trainer house. There was no way she was going tonight back to her tent. At least she was lucky to take her bag with her when she left it. All important things were in it. She could in the day pick her tent up... if the Axew didnt found it and destroyed... She hoped he didnt. She glanced back at the pokeball in her hand. She really wanted to meet her and welcome her to the team Stormbringer.
Once Rasa was at the Trainer house she asked for a room. Luckily they had a free one. She passed several people on her way and she entered it. Sitting down, on the chair and pointed the ball up front. She briefly wondered about a nickname for her new pokemon and it was easy to come up with one that would fit her. "Come out! How are you feeling? " She asked the pokemon now in front of her.
Noibat didn't remember much after getting zapped into the pokeball, too tired to even attempt resistance. Even as she was healed up at the Pokecenter, she was still feeling really exhausted by the whole ordeal. It was only when she was being talked from outside her new prison that she came back to full consciousness, and thus, felt the true weight of what happened. So when told to come out, Noibat did indeed come out.
Rasa probably didn't expect to be tackled to the ground by a very angry pokemon growling at her with, upon close inspection, some very very sharp looking teeth.
"Do you really want to know?" She said through clenched teeth, wanting to punch this bitch in her face a thousand times over. She'd been avoiding trainers like her for years, and because of one screw-up, this piece of shit had managed to snatch her up like a quarter off the ground. But just as soon as a fist was raised to lay into her trainer, it froze as she processed everything the trainer said and the circumstances of the capture. If it wasn't for this trainer, Noibat would've died, if not from the Axew then probably from the injuries he inflicted getting all kinds of infected and what not. Realizing this, she let out a number of curses,directed at the trainer, the Axew, and herself in that order, before shifting into her Pokemon form and flying up to hang upside down from the ceiling fan, glaring down at her new 'trainer' as she tried to figure someway out of this mess.
I'm going to punch her if she puts me back in that fuckin' ball.
Rasa didnt await the noibat reaction at being out to be so...explosive. The pokemon jumped at her pushing her from the chair down on the floor and snarling at her with quite sharp teeth on display. Rasa was too tired and shocked to properly respond to that action. But as fast as it happened Noibat moved away from her and started cursing up a storm. It concluded with her shifting to her pokeform and settling heads down on the fan.
Rasa raised from the floor, to sit up and stared up for a moment. Than for the young trainer a explanation clicked. She winced in sympathy.
"I am sorry." She started. "It must have been extremely disorienting for you one moment to be about to have your head cut off and then next to be inside a room with a unknown person." It was a easy fix to the unknown part in Rasas mind.
"Hello, I am Rasa Elenua. Welcome to the team Stormbringer! There is a storm coming for the top of the pokemon trainer world!" Rasa grinned pointing at herself, she would have strike a pose in any other situation. Her legs this time were not in the mood to move at all.
"I think you are a perfect fit. You are strong, beautiful, determined, graceful and extremely adorable hanging upside down from that fan. I would like to nickname you Grazia. " The trainer concluded still having a wide grin, before a yawn still managed to slip away. Her long blond hair was a mess first from running away through the woods and second from being tackled down. Her eyes stayed open only because she was stubborn enough to stay still awake. And Rasa clothes and bag were partially covered by dirt from the eventful night. She wasnt at her most presentable,and the girl already dreaded the morning and brushing her mess of hair.
Noibat didn't respond to Rasa's words in the slightest, except for a narrowing of her eyes. Once she finished talking, silence would fill the room, tension starting to fill the room as the glare seemed to sharpen with every passing second. After 5 seconds that seemed like thirty, Noibat would fall to the floor, shifting in mid-air to land on solidly on her feet in a crouching position. The whole time, her eyes never left Rasa's, golden orbs burning with a muddled mix of emotions. Something Rasa would be able to take more notice of now that things had calmed down was that the tube-top she was wearing during the fight was no longer there, having fallen off during the flip. The culprit of this wardrobe malfunction being the large claw marks that weren't even a scar upon her back thanks to the Pokecenter. Noibat didn't care about that now, however, standing up to her full 5 ft and stepping over to look down at Rasa from where she was on the ground.
"You . . . you saved my life. If you hadn't got me, I'd be dead. Because of this, I will stay with you until I repay that debt. But I also want you to understand something." Noibat would sink down closer and closer as she spoke, never breaking eye contact, or even really blinking too much. She wanted Rasa to see every emotion she could put into these words. "I'll listen to you, I'll fight for you, but I will not like you. In fact, I hate you right now. So don't think I care what you think, or what you want, or how you feel. And finally, don't put me in a pokeball ever again unless I can't walk even a centimeter by myself. Got it?"
As Grazia didnt respond, Rasa felt unsure of her introduction. Maybe she did it somehow wrong? It didnt help that the bat pokemon was glaring at her. She felt like averting her gaze, but resisted that impulse. She even felt pride that she didnt flinched when Noibat dropped off the ceiling flipping as elegant as possible directly into her other form. The tube top falling, but Rasa kept the dragons pokemon gaze. Even when she moved closer. Which trainer would flinch away from their own pokemon? No, she would trust her. Even if a traitorous part of Rasa mind wondered if she was such a failure as trainer that Noibat will simple bolt out the room. It wasnt like Rasa had any chance to catch the fully healed flying pokemon if she did that.
Grazia spoke and Rasa stayed silent, the words started to raise Rasa spirit, sounding even noble. Yet they fast came to a point where it simple stung. I hate you. If she told Grazia that they were even because she unknowingly saved her life, she could leave. Would that be giving up?
Rasa smiled her arms in a smooth motion wrapped themself around Grazia form. Leaning up just as fast she gave the pokemon a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you." She hated her, but a trainer will become great only if he works from the deepest point and up. And what is a worser relationship to start out with than absolute despite from your pokemon? She will trust Grazia and earn her trust in return as well.
"For still giving me a chance. I will work hard to earn your trust and friendship as well as getting you stronger and faster. And something I want you to understand as your trainer I will take care of all your needs whatever those are." She would prove it to Grazia, she will prove it to her sister, to her family, to everyone that she is not second choice. That she can do it her way. That she is better and can tackle any challenge, that she is worthy. She will prove it to them all.
She let go of Grazia and pointed to the tube top on the floor. "Can you sew? I have a sewing kit in my bag." Rasa pointed beside the chair where she sat several minutes ago. " If not I will fix it for you in the morning. I am sleepy now." Rasa spoke with a big smile on her face and shifting position till she was laying on her back on the floor. Her hands behind her head and eyes closed. "Take the bed, you need the extra rest. Good night Grazia." She quickly fall asleep, eventfulness of the day tiring. Her last thought was that she will trust Grazia to be there when she wake up and not run away from her.
W-w-w-what the hell?!?!
Noibat's face turned a rather bright shade of red as the trainer not only hugged her, but kissed her on the cheek. Of all the possible responses that she had thought would come of her actions, this was certainly not one of them. It through her off, her glare replaced with a confused stare as the trainer spoke. When she was finally released and asked about the tube-top, Noibat was watching her carefully. Still not sure what to make of what just happened.
"I don't care, rather I didn't have to wear it or these pants period. Human clothes are irritating." She muttered, switching back to her Noibat form to hang from the fan again. While the bed did look rather comfortable, she'd be damned if she was going to use it. She also wanted to tell the girl to stop naming her, but decided it wasn't worth the effort. She was a trainer's pokemon now, so she was going to have to suffer a name either way.
Having followed the trainers after the fight had quietied down (And hoping that Phantump was still following him), Gredy listened intently as the Vulpix and her trainer had their says. If this 'Pokemon Club' had given the boy from earlier his Machamp, there was clearly something sass going on with the organization. Machamps didn't just grow on trees, let alone obey the orders of a brand new trainer they had never even met without something dodgy as all hell going on behind the scenes. The fact that these trades were being made with the sole intent on allowing trainers to breeze through the Gyms also seemed like cheating, even if legally all that had happened was a trade being made.
As the girl from the club started to talk, Gredy remained quiet to let her speak; She was absolutely free to do so and he wasn't going to be a jerk and stop her. Instead he took out his phone and hit the record button, making sure to capture her face and the face of her friend from the club, recording the whole little speech before they got down to business. He made sure to record the trainers trading their pokeballs for new ones before going outside quietly in order to get footage of just what kind of pokemon they had received from the exchange. For good measure he even got footage of the truck that the traded pokeballs had been loaded up into.
He didn't speak to anyone or attempt to draw attention to himself, already planning on uploading the footage and sending it to the Pokémon Association; They would no doubt be very interested in what was going on. Granted they might not do anything, but if they decided to ignore this then it was their problem, not his.
His angry lash out bite did indeed land a hit, and he chomped down on the tail of the Zorua who was just about to run away. It wasen't the best place to land it, but it was effective none the less even if little so. He held on, and didn't let go as the Zorua tried to run away with him but failed and changed back to a zorua again. the Second time with went better, he had probably gotten used to the pain now and wanted him off, yet Larvitar hung on as the Zorua changed forms and he was shaken left and right. It made him slightly dizzy but he dind't let go, he was going to win and this was somewhat a battle of endurance. Each time he was shaken up and down his weight would obviously pull on the Zorua's tail and cause even more pain, and Larvitar endured the shaking as he only bit harder.
Did not give in, and he refused to surrender... he hung on, through twists and turns... bounces and leaps... he did not let go, not before a particularity hard shake sent him like a mile into the air. In that split moment he spun around without control spitting and sputtering out black fur before his eyes narrowed down and he angled himself in the air to come crashing down towards Zorua. He shifted to Gijinka form without thought aimed... and crashed down fist first towards Zorua's face, he was gona make him faint... he was fully into the battle without little regards for anything else.
The earth lump bite even harder down on his tail, and Zorua jumped vigorously around. Him hating the feeling slowly started to turn into actually painful one. In his own frustration he kicked and turned and in a blissful second Larvitar let go. That was such a beautiful relieve that he noticed too late that the other pokemon shifted forms, now well taller than himself. Looking way stronger and out for his hide. The fist aimed for his face connected with his nose and the scratch under his eye flared up in a burning protest. Zorua fell over on the grass with a yelp. One hand holding his nose.
The dark type looked up and there he stood tall, as if this was right. What did he do to get in this situation? The time felt as if slowed down as his mind raced in panic. He didnt understand, but then again he should have gotten used by now. Most pokemon didnt like him in the forest. He could only call one pokemon his friend, one who would not attack him at sight or try to use him. Something had to be wrong with him. Even so he didnt want to be beaten up to a mess. He had to run away. Out the forest. Under his palm he felt the flowers he put on top of the pokemon, to make him smell better. Ground pokemon didnt like grass pokemon, right? And from a memory of Vileplume protecting its young. Zorua formulated a plan.
"Here earth lump, now you pissed me off, just for you feel my grass attack! Petal dance!" He called out with conviction as if he truly knew that powerful grass move. A handful of the flowers were thrown into the face of Larvitar, some of its pollen flying all over the pokemon face and eyes and Zorua switched his form to small once again and under the legs of the big man run for dear life towards the city. Hoping he earned enough time to escape him with that move. Confused him just long enough he wouldnt find him. He would hide under a dumpster to hide his own smell. Spend the night there and hoping that nothing else will happen to him today.
As the mass of newbie trainers charged forward, eager for the chance to breeze past the competition, and while others tried to formulated long term strategies in order to oppose the wrong-doing they saw, a voice cut through the noise, it's message simple and to the point.
"Wow, you're all just pathetic piles of garbage, aren't you?"
Pushing his way through the crowd that had turned to stare at him incredulously after his proclamation, Jaden returned every gaze with a cold, pitiless glare of his own, the Pikachi from before cradled in his arms as he walked up to the desk. Azure eyes stared down the two pokemon sellers, but he didn't direct his next words to them. Instead, he turned to face the horde of trainers behind him, his voice projecting impressively so that they all could hear what he had to say. "It's a wonder why any of you thought to be trainer's if this is the path you've decided to go down. But I guess it's a case of 'as above, so below', you'll find trash no matter where you go. Jaden finished with a humorless chuckle, angering one of the other trainers, and rather large, muscle-bound boy around his age, that he came up to the young boy, holding him up by the collar of his shirt.
"What fuckin' right do you have to judge us, just cause we want to take a shortcut, you little prick? Not everyone's got the time or patience to do things the hard way, so what's the matter with taking an easier solution when presented?" As the trainer spoke, he pulled Jaden's face closer, glaring down at the white haired man as he seemed to be contemplating whether he should sock him right in that smug face of his. "Get off your goddamn high horse, cause you ain't know better than the rest of us."
Jaden merely continued to smile smugly as the trainer finished his little outburst, still holding onto the Pikachu as he returned the glare with one of his own. Laughter still in his voice, Jaden spot his response, his jovial and bemused tone dripping with spite and contempt.
"Oh, I can find a few problems with that logic, but that's not why you're trash. I truly understand the reasons you presented, though personally, if you don't have the time or patience to properly raise a Pokemon, I question why you chose to be a Trainer in the first place." Jaden was cut off before he could continue by the trainer pulling him off his feet, seeming having decided on what he wanted to do, but Jaden continued on as soon as he could, still staring the large trainer down as he did so. "But no, what makes you all pathetic trash is that it's obvious your pokemon partners obviously don't matter to you. Not the ones you've had up to this point, and certainly not the ones yo-" This time, what cut Jade off was a fist to his face, pain lighting up as the familiar pounding of a headache returned with a vengeance. He was dropped soon after, and while a bit out of it from the hit, had enough sense to turn around so that his back hit the ground and not the passed out pokemon in his arms. Letting out a slight breath, Jaden took little time getting back up, if a bit unsteadily, before looking up at the trainer from before, eyes just as cold and unforgiving as before.
"What's the matter, don't like hearing the truth?"
"I'm getting really tired of your shit, jackass. What's the problem with wanting strong pokemon over weak ones. It's the point of Pokemon battles and catching them in the wold, to get bigger and better pokemon to replace the weak ones you have to start with."
"Fine, but that doesn't change what I said, nor does it change the fact that you're all trash. In fact, it only furthers my point. You're giving away partners that likely trusted you to care for them, to help them, to train them up for this challenge you decided to take, and tossing them aside like they're tools you don't need anymore." As he spoke, the cool and calm tone he had spoken with till now began to thaw away, the fires of his anger beginning to peak out as his disbelief and outrage over the current situation began to reach new heights. "You maybe right that strong pokemon win battles, but that isn't all there is to trainers, nor is it all there is to the pokemon at your side. In fact, the fact that battle is the deciding factor already tells me that you're a lost cause. Seriously, I don't understand how you can take these people, cause that is what they fucking are and you shouldn't ever forget that, and just toss them aside like that if you care for them even a bit. As such, none of you do, and you likely never will with the pokemon they're giving you. They've likely either been brainwashed or something else into tools for trainers like you to lose, because if you were given a human being and told that they'd do whatever you say without question, then wouldn't that be your first thought? That something is wrong with them, and whoever gave them to you is likely the one to blame."
Turning again to the two trainers manning the so-called 'Pokemon Club', he now turned his attention to the two of them, anger still peaking in his head. "And what, prey-tell, will become of all the Pokemon that you receive in exchange for these tools? What could con-artist like yourselves possibly want with the Pokemon of a bunch of beginner level trainers. Is that how you get your new material for your tools? Con trainers out of their pokemon, take them to some secret facility for experimentation or brainwashing to make them strong and obediant, then come back to start the whole process over again?" Without a second thought, Jaden spat on the Pokemon Club desk, readjusting the his grip on the Pikachu in hand as he turned away. "None of you deserve to be called Trainers, and none of you deserve the Pokemon that have worked with you faithfully up to this point if this is all their faith means to you. If you wish to still trade your pokemon, then how about making sure to let them know what's happening? Take them out right now, look them in the eyes, and tell them what you're doing. Tell them that you're going to give them away to a complete stranger for another, stronger pokemon. Tell them that, in so many words, they never mattered to you. They were just a pawn, a toy, a tool for you, and that was all they ever were going to be. And if, by chance, that thought happens to bother you, then turn the fuck around and walk away with your dignity and honor intact. If it doesn't bother you at all, then all I have to say is that you can go get fuck yourselves in the ass with a Beedrill stinger and may Giratina drag you into the dark void for all eternity."
With that being said, Jaden would walk away from the crowd, but stopped as he began searching the crowd once more, calling over his other Pokemon to his side. Vix, where are you? We're leaving these pathetic excuses for Trainers to their dirty dealings for now. That was a flat-out lie, Jaden fully intended to contact the authorities, but he didn't want to alert the two members of the 'Pokemon Club' to find this out. In fact, he probably could've gotten the police here by now if he had gone to do that once he figured out what was going on, but he couldn't help but speak his mind, hoping that maybe, just maybe, he'd be able to get a few more people to turn away from this ridiculous scheme by attacking their very humanity. Of course, all things considered, it probably wouldn't do anything, but he did what he could.
In the crowd, the Trainer from before was still glaring at Jaden, hands balled up into fists and eyes sparking with rage.
@Raijinslayer Pikachu-Virdian city The last thing Pikachu felt before fully succumbing to being unconscious was Jaden picking him up.he felt like he was floating...as if nothing could hold him back. Then he started going in and out of consciousness. He felt Jadens arms and heard his words. He would open his eyes but for every brief moment he was awake he would try but his eyelids felt heavy as if they were heavy curtains and he was too weak to open them.
He heard a a noise that sounded like fist contact. He went out again as he heard more words. This time he couldn't understand them. His ears felt like they were stuffed with cotton and now he simply accepted being full passed out once more. His ears relaxing fully and his tail falling to the side as he went deeper into unconsciousness.
That intensely satisfying moment of your fist connecting to someone's face was hanging in the air, and the only thing that could have made it more so would be if the force from the hit had sent his opponent to the ground or flying... yet it as less so endured by his opponent even if he fell to the ground. He stood over his opponent in proud achievement none the less, thinking that from here it would be a walk in the park to win the battle that didn't quite exist in the first place. He pondered about his next move as it was the first real time he had tried out his power, and as the Zorua was merely sitting there he didn't have much reason to strike him again 'yet' after all he was not out to kill the Zorua... merely to beat him up and he looked pretty beat up at the moment, or at least Larvitar thought so.
He was a bit caught off guard when the Zorua actually launched a counter attack after yelling that he mearly pissed him off, he should have been triumphant right?... it should be yielding to his might and not throw punches back at him... well no punches came but a bunch of flowers and pollen. Larvitar didn't know exactly what the Zorua was capable off and getting his nose and eyes filled with these pollen stuff wasen't completely pleasant even if it did little harm. He grunted as he rubbed his face to get the flowers off and in surprise only saw the Zorua flee which left him a bit dumbfounded in the same place for a few good moments. "huh?..." he muttered as he managed to get the flowers off and wondered if that was all it did, the Zorua had gotten quite the head start by the time he put two and two together and realized it was mearly a distraction and was lost quite easily in the chase.
However would however chase him for a bit even if the Zorua was undoubtedly faster than himself and more agile to boot, Larvitar was quite clumsy and when the forest opened up to reveal a town ahead he had no clue where the Zorua had vanished off too. It was the first time Larvitar had seen civilization, and quite frankly it looked curious to him from afar. His instinct might tell him to avoid it, but it looked like a place where lots of figures would live, and that meant lots of opponents to test his strength against... he bravely, or foolishly marched straight towards Viridian city without a clue what he was goingt towards.
His anger had washed away in the battle, now he felt mearly curious, he didn't spend much time thinking about Zorua other than it being a coward for fleeing from him, he set his sights ahead and the next challange... with all the excitement in his body he didn't even feel tired any longer... he walked to the town, completely unaware that it could be a litteral beedrill nest for him.
After the incident, Charmander just wanted to relax a bit, and not get into anything else. She found a building that she could climb, climbing to the top she sat on the roof, feet dangling over the edge, and laying back. She let her mind wander. She didn't understand why those Pokémon had sought to steal. There were other ways of surviving in the wild. Charmer offered her services to people and in return she got food and other such things.
She sighed to herself, shifting into a more comfortable position, she pondered what had happened. She hoped the trainer had gotten away from a dangerous situation and that the was alright as well Phantump. Maybe she should have stuck around a little longer, but while she trusted the trainer she hadn't wanted to be caught. There were still things that Charmander wanted to go through and she didn't think that would happen as a captured Pokémon.
Amidst all the drama, Pokemon Trainer Jeff was more concerned in giving away his weak Pokemon for a stronger one. He pushed his way to the front and set his Pokeball proudly on the table.
Finally, I’ll get the Pokemon I deserve,, he stood there with a happy smile on his face as he waited for the trade to occur. They were taking a little longer than he expected with the protestors stalling business. What he hadn’t noticed was standing behind him was a little slanted-eye boy, silently peering up at him. He stared at the trainer for a good two minutes until Jeff curiously peered over his shoulder at the fight that had broken out, and then his blue eyes lowered to a distinct black cowlick that was standing on the kid’s head. His face immediately paled.
“Chris, what are you doing outside your ball?” he exclaimed in panic. He had just turned in an empty ball, they were going to think he was a thief. He snatched the kid by the wrist and attempted to drag him over to the table, when the kid jerked his wrist free.
“Come on, I just turned in your pokeball. You have to go with them now or they’ll think I’m trying to scam them!”
He reached for the kid again and the boy shrank down into a small black and yellow-bellied mouse. The Cyndaquil ran from Jeff darting between the feet of the power-hungry trainers. Once he reached the back of the crowd, he glanced back and noticed that his master was still closely following him. Having taken his attention away from his intended path, the little mouse crashed into a person’s leg @Bright_Ops.
The Cyndaquil squealed in startle, sprawling on his belly a little daze. Jeff caught up to him, and saw his Pokemon at the feet of another trainer.
“Sorry about that,” Jeff apologized to Gredy. “That’s my Pokemon.”
Cyndaquil shook his head and glanced behind him at Jeff. His trainer attempted to reach for him and Cyndaquil presented his back to him, which was always a bad sign if he had been a Cyndaquil expert or had owned a Cyndaquil longer than a day. Flames immediately erupted like fiery spines from his back, singing the trainer’s hand.
Jeff retracted his hand with a pained cursed, “Agh! You little shit!”
Reactively, he kicked the Pokemon, sending it rolling to the side. “That’s why I’m gonna trade you in!”
Gredy had more then enough footage for what he intended to do. Pocketing his phone, he calmly walked back into the Trainer House in order to claim a room for the night while also giving himself access to a PC in order to upload and send the footage to the Pokémon Association. At least, that was his intention until something ran right into his legs; Out of reflex he jumped back a little in order to see what it was and found himself looking at a... fire mouse?
Looking up as a trainer arrived that was claiming the pokemon as his and apologizing for it running into him, Gredy simply said "That's alright, these things happen." more then happy to accept the apology and pretend that nothing happened... until he saw the boy burn himself trying to pick his pokemon up and kick it. With a sharp intake of breath, Gredy froze for a moment as he was faced with the reality that this was really happening in front of him. When the moment passed, Gredy quickly stepped between the Cyndaquil and their 'trainer' in order to prevent any more physical attacks.
Crossing his arms over his chest, Gredy looked at the 'trainer' in front of him with a stern expression before opening his mouth "You want to trade your pokemon? I've got an offer for you. I'll take your clearly unwanted pokemon in exchange for not reporting you for pokemon abuse. Sounds like a fair trade to me."
Curiosity, lights noises and scents... Many things Drove Larvitar closer and closer to the city until he finally stood at its entrance. Around him large structures, much bigger than himself and much to difficult to mow down as he would found out when he walked into a street light with a soundly cloth!... As he was so distracted by everything new to pay complete attention to what was right in front of his nose. He growled and struck it with his claws to no avail, the metal wouldn't yield to him yet nor would most the material that buildinga was made off.
However on the streets there was still people and pokemon for him to fight, while most minded their own Business and didn't quite react to the Larvitar before he was jaws locked onto something new. He quickly caused quite a ruckus by Biting both people and pokemon alike making trainera shout loudly over who's Larvitar it was that went nuts in town. No reply would come, but not necessarily make people try to pull out pokeballs as they could not assume he was not a runaway... Just another newb trainer whose pokemon didn't like listen and that better was traded in.
Other Pokémon would of course likely try to defend themselves, but fighting on the streets was difficult, especially when you actually cared who you damaged. Larvitar did not... He was trying to get everyone around to yield to his might... Not that it really worked out that well... Eventuelly he was hit by one of the new traded in Mons powerful attack and was sent cross the street and through a window in the trainee longe knocking him out cold in a OHKO.
Pokémon Trainer Jeff became a little defensive when Gredy suddenly stood in front of him. The other trainer seemed a little bigger than him—at least from what he could gauge. Jeff put on his best intimidating frown and clenched his fists tight with anger and raging nerves.
You want to trade your Pokémon? I’ve got an offer for you. I’ll take your clearly unwanted Pokémon in exchange for not reporting you for Pokémon abuse. Sounds like a fair trade to me.
Jeff opened his mouth as though prepared to growl some well-executed counter-offer or comeback, but nothing left. His mouth closed and his jaw clenched tight as he thought over the decision. He didn’t want the police involved. He did kick his Pokémon…but that stupid rat…wait, he could probably still get another Pokemon. After all, they never checked the ball.
Wrinkling his nose, Jeff leaned close to Gredy’s face and growled, “Keep the dumb rat then. I don’t care. I’m getting myself a better Pokémon.”
Jeff then turned to stomp back over to the Pokémon Club table.
Cyndaquil had recovered and was on edge. The fire mouse was shaking and confused. Did he just lose his trainer? Why? Did he hate him? He didn’t understand what was going on. All he wanted was just not to be given away. He didn’t know where those people would take him. His fiery quills were still burning as he looked around unsure of what to do, where to go…he had been wild before, but he didn’t know the current area too well.
While he didn't show it, Gredy felt his stomach tighten with nerves. He didn't really want to get into a physical fight with anyone, but he couldn't stand to see this idiot try and harm his pokemon again. Thankfully through, the threat of getting the police involved was enough to make the other kid stand down and walk away.
Only once he was gone did Gredy allow himself a sigh of relief. That... went better then expected honestly. However, he wasn't quite done yet. Turning around to look at the Cyndaquil that had been left behind, he bent down so that he was more level with the small fire pokemon... through he didn't dare try and pick him up or touch him. Being set on fire and dealing with the burns afterwards was not something that he wanted to do today. As softly as he could, he asked "Hey. Are you alright? Do you have a name?"
Wow, you’re all just pathetic piles of garbage, aren’t you?
The Mysterious Boy and Girl continued their business, ignoring Jaden and his incessant preaching. Usually, ignoring people was the best solution to get them to stop talking. If he wanted to start a riot or a protest, well, he didn’t exactly get permission to start one outside the Trainer House. When the boy marched up to their table and tried to hinder their business, the Mysterious Girl stood up from her chair with a frown. Her palms were flat upon the table as she gave Jaden an irritable glare.
It’s a wonder why any of you thought to be trainer’s…
He went on and on, and on…until a vein popped at the corner of her head. Her customers started to fight with him and she finally shouted, “Hey! How about you all calm down before I call the cops. Little boy, if you have a problem with our business, then take it elsewhere, but if you continue to stay here and cause trouble, I will call the police!”
When Jaden turned his attention on her and her partner, the Mysterious Girl rested her hands on her hips, hearing him drone on and on.
“Maybe you should learn something about public speaking. No one is going to listen to you if all you’re going to do is insult them. If you want to know so badly how we do business, then trade with us. If not, then leave or I’ll call the police and have them remove you.”
Jaden might have thought he was fighting the good fight, but his behavior was making the justice he tried to exact backfire. He had only managed to incriminate himself and irritate others so that the trainers who had once potentially listened to him no longer did. When he walked away, business resumed as it would have even without his two cents.
“And will someone show control over their Pokemon?” She was referring to the Vulpix still standing on the table. “I think someone should trade her in if they don’t have any control over her. I guarantee you that our Pokemon are friendlier and obedient. They are the cream of the crop!”
Vix -- To Extend our Reach to the Stars Above! [@FeistyPants]
Jaden was lookong for her, and through all the uproar, she couldn't hear him. It wasn't until the female half of that insidious pair started speaking that discovered an opportunity. Having already seen where they were taking the Pokéballs off to, she went about a devilishly clever ruse. Acting dejected as the girl complained about her behavior, Vix hopped down from the table and walked away.
Instead of rejoining her master, she left Jaden and the crowds behind. Trailing slightly behind the laborer who carried a tray of freshly betroayed Pokémon.
Where are they taking them...and why?
Pondering this slightly, Vix pinned herself up against the wall. With her nose twitching and eyes acutely listening in, the brazen little Fox peeked around the corner to watch the humans boxing up the trays and loading them into a truck. Curiously, she watched them, she obverved their movements and temperaments closely. For it seemed that the men packing up the boxes cared just as little as the lazy traitors that had given them away.
What the hell is going on...?
"Oi! What're you doin' outside your ball?!"
Jumping nearly a mile out of her skin, Vix spun around to see one of the men who had been loading crates glaring at her with his hands on his sides. Much to her surprise, another man snuck up behind her as the Truck started up its engine with a dull rumble. Suddenly, she found herself in an inescapable bear hug! One which no matter how hard she squirmed and tried, she couldn't get out of it! Gritting her teeth as she was marched to the truck, all she could muster was a terrified cry as she was thrown unceremoniously into the back of the truck.
Hastily regaining her feet, she bolted for the exit, only to suddenly have it closed right in her face. Her flames were not hot enough to melt steel, yet. And to make matters worse, if she did that, the boxes piled inside could burst into flames and endanger not only herself, but the hundreds of Pokémon inside!
So she did all that she could do. She slumped into a corner and waited. Drawing her knees up close to her chest, terrified as to what might lay ahead.
The Cyndaquil crouched low to the ground nearly bunching into a perfect ball when Gredy crept closer to him. The Pokemon’s quills continued to roar and hiss as they surged from his back like welding torches. The fire mouse didn’t move an inch, trembling softly as the stranger crouched to his level.
Hey. Are you all right? Do you have a name?
The gentleness in the trainer’s voice for some reason made him break. The Pokemon slowly transformed back into a human boy, lying on the ground with his legs curled beneath him and fists against his weeping eyes. He sat upwards, wiping at his eyes as he whimpered a reply, “He ca-called me, Chris. What did I do wrong? Why does he hate me?” @Bright_Ops
Gredy sighed as he sat down on the floor, crossing his legs as he looked at Chris the Cyndaquil with a thoughtful expression. He wanted to help but he didn't want to say or do the wrong thing and make things worse. Still he had to say something...
Not feeling confident enough to try physically touching Chris in order to provide some kind of comfort (largely because after what Chris had just been through, human contact might be the last thing he wanted), Gredy decided to answer honestly. "I doubt it was anything that you actually did. From the looks of it, he was throwing you under the bus in order to cheat his way to controlling a pokemon he hasn't earned the right to own, let alone the ability to command. That is a problem with him, not you..." Glancing in the direaction that said 'trainer' had headed off in, Gredy muttered softly just loud enough for Chris to hear "I suspect it'll bite him in the end..."
Shaking his head a little as he turned back to the Cyndaquil before offering the small boy a smile. "Well... your 'trainer' did give you to me, but since his opinion is worth less then dirt to me, would you like to partner up with me?"
Rasa eyes fly open with a jerk, yet she lay completely still on the floor. There was no sunlight visible coming in the room, only the illumination of the street lights, yet the shapes were unfamiliar her mind briefly wondered when her room got redecorated. Her eyes noticed the shape hanging from the ceiling, a pokemon.
No, her pokemon. Her teammate.
Her memory jogged she let a breath out. Grazia didnt left her, even if she could if wanted. It wasnt like Rasa locked her bedroom door...which thinking about that now was really stupid. It didnt mattered now anyway. The dragon flying type stayed, giving her a chance. Rasa was determined not to mess it up. The first part of it was not to wake up the still sleeping pokemon who needed the sleep. She knew she herself wouldnt be able to fall asleep again, it was a force of habit, she gained as she helped out in the family shop. Wake up early before sunrise, feed the pokemon. Do chores, move to help open the shop in time.
Carefully the trainer moved, trying to reach her bag and the tube top she promised she would fix. Rasa grimaced as her hand wrapped around the bag and it made a stiffed sound. She froze and looked up, it appeared Grazia was still in dream land. Rasa proceed to do the sewing of the rip on the top. It was a bit hard in the limited illumination, but she felt pride as she still managed to do it. It wouldnt take long before the sun rose.
Yet before the first sun rays could appear she heard muffled shouting from outside. She finished the knot and bit off the thread, the next shout was more angry and maybe demanding? Rasa glanced up at Noibat and slowly stood up to look through the window. Last time she followed shouting she saved a pokemon life and nearly got slashed into cubes by a Axew.
Outside Rasa recognised Empoleon the emperor Pokémon attacking something, before she even knew what or who it was the receiver of the over kill attack was sent flying. Rasa only got the time to raise her hands to cover her eyes when the sound of glass breaking echoed through the room. She felt the cuts over her forearms and something heavy hitting her. She fell over with a half a yelp, half a stifled cry.
A small part of Rasa brain commented to her. Would you stop going towards loud noise which origins you do not know of? Next time a gyarados will eat you.
Rasa grunted, shaking her head as she sat up the pokemon falling from her upper chest into her lap. He looked horrible.
"Your broke the window!"
"I am sorry, master."
"I am not paying for that, lets go!"
The voices sounded panicky and much clearer now with a pokemon shaped hole in window through which the sound unrestricted traveled thougth. Rasa didnt paid it too much attention, she didnt even glance towards Grazia at this point. Cradling the pokemon carefully in her hand she stood up,looking out the window for his trainer. He needed his pokeball, it was the only thing on Rasa mind. Inside the pokeball the wounds of the pokemon would not become worse, his health would be stable. Giving the trainer the time to get to the pokecenter to heal him.
No soul was outside. Looking back at the pokemon in her arm which name she didnt even knew, he looked as good as dead. A over kill hit. Rasa feared the little guy in her arms will not make it...
Why?
Why would anyone be like that?
Once more in the last 24h Rasa made a snap decision. If the pokemon was already registered to a pokeball and someone's else pokedex, it wouldnt even work. She would not be able to do it. She prayed for it to work, as her hand was reaching into her bag, kneeing to not jolts the guy in her arms any further, she pull out a pokeball and taped it against the pokemon forehead.
The ball opened and pulled the pokemon from her arms into the safety of the red and white ball. Instantly the ball pinged announcing the successful capture.
Only than with the pokemon ball in hand Rasa, relaxed sliding against the wall of the broken window. Not showing any care for the cuts on her or that she was sitting on glass shards. Now they had the time to get him to the pokecenter and maybe get a small breather. With that thought she looked at Grazia. Her smile turning wide. "Good morning, have you slept well? I am sorry about the sudden awakening." She tilted her head, concluding a few implication of the events of just now. "Your tube top is done, and get breakfast while I speak with the management."
@Bright_OpsCyndaquil frowned down at the floor as Gredy spoke. He knew he was trying to comfort him by providing some reasoning—and actually, it didn’t sound false. He just couldn’t believe that he was caught just to only be traded so easily. He thought that they were becoming friends.
Well…your ‘trainer’ did give you to me, but since his opinion is worth less then dirt to me, would you like to partner up with me?
The Pokemon was silent. He looked up at Gredy with fear and uncertainty in his eyes. He didn’t know him all that well, then again, he hadn’t known Jeff much either. Raising his sleeve to his eyes to dry them, he scowled softly as he asked, “You’re not going to just trade me are you?”
He glanced over at the mob of trainers who were so eager to get rid of their Pokemon. Pokemon like him!
Cyndaquil then glanced at the floor as he muttered as though he might actually consider Gredy’s offer, “If you do become my trainer, then…I don’t want to be named Chris anymore. I want a new name.”
