A new day, a new opportunity to try to pick out my first mission, I have to do this... it's now or never! I think as I continue to scan the mission board and the outlaw board. There wasn't really all that much on either one, and, just like last time, I had no idea where to start. I adjust my bag, which held a whole lot of air at this point, but, was still important due to its strap being where I pinned my badge, and my only way back should anything go awry. The badge itself was nothing special, just a simple white-colored button with a heart shape drawn in black marker. The heart shape was to signify which guild I was from, in this case, Arnold's. This, of course, gave me about as many enemies as it did friends, but now wasn't the time to think about that, now was the time to think about my first actual adventure. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and picked one of the jobs at random. It was a job describing a lost magikarp in Birchwood Forest. The poor fish must be REALLY lost if it ended up there. The reward wasn't that great, but, I would be able to see my old home, once more. With a spring in my step, and a mission statement in my right hand-leaf, I headed out and into the world, the sunlight and fresh air making me want to run over to Birchwood Forest... and, given that it was pretty much the only thing my kind was good at, I decided to do just that, passing by a trio of pokemon, who were suspiciously hiding out in the bushes as I did.
The road to the forest wasn't too long, and it wasn't all that bumpy, so I wound up back in the forest in almost no time flat. As soon as I entered the place, I felt calmer, and, oddly enough, stronger. Ah... now this is the kind of place where I belong! I think as I head into the forest. For being a forest, it was quite bright, and, for some reason, wasn't at all set up how I remembered it being. Something was off about the place, that much was for sure. The waterfall that I used to play near was now much closer to the entrance than it used to, and old man Scott's house was nowhere to be seen... he used to live right near the waterfall, right? That's when I remembered something about mystery dungeons... they change their layout every time someone enters their area, meaning that it would be very easy to get lost, especially if someone new enters the place while you're still in it. Nobody actually knows why they change like that, and why they change so often, but, they still did... could there possibly be powers beyond the eighteen known types? A kind of power that cannot be described as anything that we know of? Is such a power even remotely possible? No... the eighteen types we have can describe literally everything... right? Eventually stopping that thought process, I simply continued on, no longer knowing where, exactly, I'll end up next. I end up bumping right into a bellsprout, who almost instantly uses Vine Whip on me. Given that it was a grass move, it didn't actually hurt all that much, however, I made it look like it did.
The Bellsprout comes closer to me, and probably regrets doing that when I tackle the thing... sure, it was still standing, but that seemed to hurt a lot more than Vine Whip hurt me... or, alternatively, more than Vine Whip could have possibly hurt it. That seemed to anger the bellsprout, who decided to try to react to my tackle with another Vine Whip... which didn't do that much. I hold back my laughter, and decide to keep it around for a bit loner, leering at the thing, which must have surprised it, and made it visibly lower its guard. The thing continued with Vine Whip as if it was the only move it knew, which was, sadly, likely given how young the poor thing was. Of course, it was still attacking me, so I had to fight back... I just didn't know why we had to knock out all these wild pokemon, especially the little ones, such as this bellsprout, but, I couldn't just stand here and get knocked out by it with its constant barrage of attacks that would surely follow me ignoring it and moving on. Trying to shake that thought, I tackle the bellsprout, once more, and watch as it collapses, allowing me to move on. It seemed to be holding an oran berry, as well, which I decided to keep for myself. Why didn't it use the oran berry? I gave it time to do that... I think as I place the berry in my bag, sure, it was technically mugging, by now, but this could mean the difference between life and death when I'm facing a stronger foe... one that may have an advantage against me. I then continue into the forest, not entirely liking what I had to do... but... that means that everyone else at the guild had to do this as well, right?
The road to the forest wasn't too long, and it wasn't all that bumpy, so I wound up back in the forest in almost no time flat. As soon as I entered the place, I felt calmer, and, oddly enough, stronger. Ah... now this is the kind of place where I belong! I think as I head into the forest. For being a forest, it was quite bright, and, for some reason, wasn't at all set up how I remembered it being. Something was off about the place, that much was for sure. The waterfall that I used to play near was now much closer to the entrance than it used to, and old man Scott's house was nowhere to be seen... he used to live right near the waterfall, right? That's when I remembered something about mystery dungeons... they change their layout every time someone enters their area, meaning that it would be very easy to get lost, especially if someone new enters the place while you're still in it. Nobody actually knows why they change like that, and why they change so often, but, they still did... could there possibly be powers beyond the eighteen known types? A kind of power that cannot be described as anything that we know of? Is such a power even remotely possible? No... the eighteen types we have can describe literally everything... right? Eventually stopping that thought process, I simply continued on, no longer knowing where, exactly, I'll end up next. I end up bumping right into a bellsprout, who almost instantly uses Vine Whip on me. Given that it was a grass move, it didn't actually hurt all that much, however, I made it look like it did.
The Bellsprout comes closer to me, and probably regrets doing that when I tackle the thing... sure, it was still standing, but that seemed to hurt a lot more than Vine Whip hurt me... or, alternatively, more than Vine Whip could have possibly hurt it. That seemed to anger the bellsprout, who decided to try to react to my tackle with another Vine Whip... which didn't do that much. I hold back my laughter, and decide to keep it around for a bit loner, leering at the thing, which must have surprised it, and made it visibly lower its guard. The thing continued with Vine Whip as if it was the only move it knew, which was, sadly, likely given how young the poor thing was. Of course, it was still attacking me, so I had to fight back... I just didn't know why we had to knock out all these wild pokemon, especially the little ones, such as this bellsprout, but, I couldn't just stand here and get knocked out by it with its constant barrage of attacks that would surely follow me ignoring it and moving on. Trying to shake that thought, I tackle the bellsprout, once more, and watch as it collapses, allowing me to move on. It seemed to be holding an oran berry, as well, which I decided to keep for myself. Why didn't it use the oran berry? I gave it time to do that... I think as I place the berry in my bag, sure, it was technically mugging, by now, but this could mean the difference between life and death when I'm facing a stronger foe... one that may have an advantage against me. I then continue into the forest, not entirely liking what I had to do... but... that means that everyone else at the guild had to do this as well, right?