Danyel
Kaseage
Guardian Angel HarukiErza Thompson
5.000,00
3 Potions 
0 PokéballsThe last night was filled with anxiety - even though some of it had been calmed by the sound of waves and the sea in general. Erza was in a ship, taking him all the way from Johto and onto Redcoast City. When he arrived, he was too tired to continue his path, so the boy decided to take a rest on the nearest inn. He was on his own now.
Light entered the inn's room in it's prismatic, morning appearance, awakening the young boy who slept in the simple, yet comfy bed of the room he had rented with his parent's help. He moved from one side to another, eyes searching for a source of the time so he could prepare himself. Luckily, he was far from being late, which made him smile widely from side to side. For so long, Erza had dreamed of becoming a famous pokémon trainer -- no, not a famous one actually, just a pokémon trainer. To train and battle alongside those mythical creatures itself was already a dream, and the boy now knew he was on the right track towards his dream.
Pushing himself out of the bed, the boy leaned down and adjusted the sheets and pillows, leaving it neatly organized - an habit created over the years. He had two backpacks, a simple, medium sized green and black which had many of his daily necessities and a larger, green and brown that stored clothes, shoes and other needs. He placed both over the bed, first opening the smaller one - where he searched briefly until he found a toothbrush, toothpaste and floss. Gotta keep your hygiene in check if you want to be a popular trainer, right? After that, he made way to the small bathroom, spending only about thirty minutes on there.
Then, the boy left, wrapped in a plain white towel around his waist. He placed the objects he previously took from the backpack, back onto it, closing it and then moving to the next one. From there, he began taking some clothes. First, a white and plain t-shirt which he was quick to slid onto his person. After that, a plaid, buttoned black and blue shirt that he placed over the white one. Then, simple underwear which describing is unimportant, after that he searched until he found some dark blue skinny jeans which he quickly put on - the two last piece of clothing to complete his apparel were a light gray scarf, wrapped neatly around his neck and a pair of white high socks. The boy returned the clothing he used to sleep to the backpack and then, kneeled by the bed's side, searching under it for his shoes. He took a pair of black and grey high sneakers from under the bed, placing them on his feet in a brief movement. He tied the laces, got himself up, took the two backpacks - sliding one on each shoulder and then laughed heartily.
Aaaaaaaaaalright, Pureplain city, I'm on the way!
And immediately after his mental announcement mental his stomach growled audibly. Well, a lunch at the inn wouldn't hurt - he still had some money, after all. The boy descended from the room, taking steps carefully as he carried two backpacks with him. Once at inn's restaurant, the boy ordered pancakes with syrup and black coffee without sugar. As he waited, he tried to buy conversation with the waitress, asking her the easiest route to Pureplain. The woman was gentle enough to give him some basic pointers, but he was convinced that his sense of direction would work the more intricate details all by itself. After finishing his meal, the boy made a brief visit back to his room. Y'know, just to brush his teeth again. Habits.
And now finally, he returned the keys, paid everything he needed to and set off to his legendary-to-be pokémon journey! According to the waitress, to go from Redcoast Town to Pureplain City he needed to take route 11 east of there, it'd lead him to Rainrock City where he could manage to gather more information in order to reach Pureplain City. The boy decidedly began walking towards the exit of town and eventually he found himself setting foot on Route 11.
The walk was arduous, honestly. Erza was carrying two backpacks and dealing with an immense anxiety that was building inside him; he was literally walking towards his dream and as soon as he reached his destination, he would get his first pokémon. He actually had no idea of what it would be! It could be anything after all. Not only that, but he was about to get a pokédex as well. That's something extremely important, as well as his identification as an official trainer. Sweet!
While lost in thoughts, Erza had already wandered half way through route 11. He was actually a bit worried regarding pokémon encounters; last time he encountered a pokémon by himself, without a pokémon of his own, he ended up being knocked out cold by his own pokéball. That taught him a lesson: Do not mess with Pokémon, especially with Stantler. He could tell he was nearing Rainrock because there was another route leading up. Erza searched for any signs or something informative, mostly out of curiosity, but skipped ahead nonetheless. Rainrock awaited him!
The boy brought some water bottles with him in his smaller backpack. He took one, drinking half of it's content before returning it to his backpack. It was certainly becoming a tiring walk; he was thankful he had been fairly active in the past few years, otherwise he would honestly feel way too tired by now - especially carrying two backpacks. A few more minutes went by, perhaps a few more and finally, the boy could see the entrance of Rainrock City to the east. He allowed himself a drawn out, tired sigh and then smiled widely as he made his way inside the town. Before moving further, he took his time to search the town for any important information on the routes regarding pokémon, directions, distance and anything he might need to watch out for. The boy, knowing it was still a long way from Pureplain, decided to restock his water, some easy food to carry and everything else.
There was no time to rest, though! Now, Erza knew that his next stop would be Highhill town, south of there. And so, restocked and ready to go, the boy began making his way towards Highhill. Now on Route 3. This one was assumedly shorter, according to what the folk from Rainrock said, which made Erza very happy - he even whistled while his confident steps brought him closer and closer to his objetive. Eventually boy heard the cry of a pokémon and then, a cry from what seemed to be a younger person, coming from his left. He quickly made his way towards the direction of the sound - whenever it was out of curiosity or if he was actually worried mattered little.
When the boy arrived at the scene, he saw a little boy kneeled, holding a fainted rattata in his tiny arms. The boy cried and whimpered while two older looking boys, one standing up a few meters behind the boy, with both of his fists resting against his arms in a dramatic pose, while the other squatted down near the boy. Both of them had their pokémon out: A Machop and a Geodude, respectively.
Without thinking much, Erza quickly opened his backpack and hurried over to the boy, giving him two potions. The Rattata was in a pretty bad shape - it possibly went against those two pokémon and Erza knew both of them had advantage over the Rattata.
"Here you go, bro, don't let your pokémon get in this shape again."
The boy looked up, blinking his eyes. The one older boy who was squatting down quickly raised up, grinning. "Your pokémon? That pokémon is MINE now! And yours will be too!" The other one, a little behind, chuckled as he completed. "Yeah, your pokémon, your money and all your stuff!
And now finally, Erza understood exactly where he got himself into. But, he had an immediate plan ready to go.
"Oi? I think I misunderstood you. You want to challenge me? The Johto pokémon league champion, who's now seeking to make his glory a living dream here in Isson too?" The two boys glanced at each other, blinking in disbelief. The one in the back moved closer, both exchanging a quick few words between themselves. Then, one of them said:
"If you are what you say you are, prove it!"
Erza swallowed his lie, looking at the boy with the rattata. He whispered the boy telling him to count to five and then take the Rattata and run away as quickly as possible to the nearest city. "You want me to prove it? I will show you the real power of a legendary champion! My pokémon will come out of it's pokéball and show it's secret move: MEGA PUNCH!" And in some sort of insane, sudden move, the boy lunged forward and punched the one older boy in the face, sending him flying on his back and then, he sprinted as fast as he could towards the forest, using his arm to move branches and folliage out of foliage. Obviously, the two criminals took no pleasure in this disrespect, so the two of them, the Machop and the Geodude quickly began following Erza into the woods.
"I WILL GET MY HANDS ON YOU AND I SWEAR YOU WILL REGRET PUNCHING ME FACE!"
The loud, booming voice screamed through the woods, but Erza paid it no heed! Instead, he just pushed himself further, sprinting faster than before; His four chasers were a bit behind, but they were getting closer and at that rate, it would be a matter of time until they caught him... Well, he knew he wouldn't make it. Maybe with some luck -
THUD!
Okay. Luck wasn't something that actively followed Erza around. In a moment, the boy felt like he took a wrong step - or that the ground beneath him had just moved. It didn't, actually: IT HAD LEVITATED!
Erza was now atop a big leaf pokémon, known as Tropius. The boy wasn't exactly sure of that, though. He knew it was a pokémon, but never expected to encounter something this big: It had been startled by Erza's careless running and the boy had little option other than hug it's neck and hope to Arceus it wouldn't drop him onto the ocean or into the ground from too high. The pokémon seemed more relaxed, it was surprisingly good at flying too, despite it's huge size.
From below, the fantastic four of two very angered trainers and their pokémon looked up. The boy raised a hand to wave at them.
"I told you I was a legendary trainer! Hahahahah!"
Mocking them took a lot more than Erza expected though. When he raised his hand, one of his backpacks flew from his back and straight onto the forest. It countained nearly all his money, his supplies and his dignity. Which meant other clothes. He almost released the pokémon carrying him accidentally and accepted his fate as a failure, but instead, he held tight and hoped the pokémon would eventually land.
A few minutes after, Erza caught a glimpse of at least three other Tropius flying close to him. Well, that wasn't looking very good - if they were moving to another area, it'd likely be a far off one. Erza calculated the distance between him and the ground right now; jumping was possible, but extremely scary. The pokémon eventually descended enough for Erza to take a deep breath and leap off the creature's back - he was so thankful he wasn't eaten alive and still could move his legs.
When the boy's feet touched the ground, he kneeled and breathed deeply, his chest heaving. What the adventure! His eyes glanced around himself, there was a huge sign which filled his eyes with glee: Pureplain City! Maybe luck had actually followed Erza today.
Still, the boy could barely move. He made his way directly to the pokémon center and that was it for today. He slept like a stone... For a lot more than he actually could. Exhaustion and the incredible adrenaline had taken every bit of his condition, leaving the boy a mess of a to be trainer.
When the boy woke up, he nearly jumped out of the couch, his eyes blinking rapidly. Everything went so fast the day before that he thought it was a dream, but a quick glance on himself proved him wrong. Still, no time for that; the boy moved his ragged form out of the pokémon center and immediately to the pokémon laboratory, where Professor Kalmia would luckily be. His mind was filled with negativity such as what if I'm too late? How much time I spent sleeping? But at the same time, he felt slightly hopeful.
Finding the laboratory was almost a challenge, but he was quick to find it after a little bit of searching. Truth be spoken, the boy was a complete mess: His plaid shirt was torn in many places and he could just as well take it off and shove it into the nearest thrash can. His white shirt and jeans were stained with dust and soil, his sneakers were now covered on soil, being a dark brown in color. The only thing that looked like it survived without a scratch was his scarf. The good old gray scarf. His dignity didn't, though...
Impatiently, Erza knocked a few times at the laboratory's door. Here we probably go!
Pokédollars 1200
Pokéballs 09
Potions 00
Everstone 1
Lunar Wing 1
Ragecandy Bar 1
Razor Claw 1
Star Piece 1
TM66 Payback 1 
Mysterious Egg 
Team Virtue LVL01 Keycard
Shiny Stone
