@Zarkun
The police thanked Jason for what he had done and for his efforts, they healed his Pokemon and was rewarded a small sum of money. Jason did not have to help the Totodile out, but because he did, he was rewarded for it.
It appears the dice haved favored Jason yet again.
Now back to the Totodile. The poor blight felt completely at unease knowing that someone came after it and escaped. Who knows where it would've taken it and what would've happened! And this guy was tough and moving from place to place meant less chances to be poached. He also seemed like a good enough guy.
"Toto!" It agreed to accompany Jason on its journey.
It rolled once... it rolled twice...it rolled thrice!
What does Jason do now?
@Lunarlord34
What the fuck did this girl say?
Nurse Joy looked at the fledgling trainer with a smile, but behind that she was as perplexed as anyone would give the situation though perhaps that was a good thing considering what Steph just did to Dusk and Dennis. "I-I see... Please take a seat. We will heal your Pokemon shortly."
So, Steph sat down and waited for her Pokemon to come out. She should've probably stopped by a pharmacy, or a general store get something to patch her scrapes up. It's a shame, but Pokemon Centers do not give people treatment unless there is a dire situation because let's face it, they were basically government funded veterinarians.
While she did not seem to notice her own scrapes, stinging as they were, someone else did.
"Excuse me, do you need some help?" Steph was approached by a girl that was around her own age. She had wavy black hair and gentle crimson eyes that sparkled in the light. She wore a white, sleeveless blouse, a lavender skirt that reached slightly past her knees, and black closed toe sandles. This girl was remarkably pretty, but also tall as hell, like God damn she could make a killing back in Unova as a basketball player.
"Let me help. That looks like it hurts a bit." She didn't wait for an answer and honestly, even if Steph did give an answer, the girl wouldn't have been able to understand a word that she said. The girl rummaged through her bag and pulled out a bottle of antibiotic ointment and a pack of bandages that had cute little stylized Panchams on them. "It's going to sting a bit." The girl applied previously said ointment and placed the bandages on her.
"Ta da! All fixed up!" She said with a bright smile.
@samreaper
Tristan threw the Pokeball as hard as his weak, feeble noodly excuse of arms could muster! The Pokeball bonked on the stunned Riolue's head and was absorbed in a stream of white light before it fell on the ground. It started to shake.
It rolled once... it rolled twice...it rolled thrice!
Astrid clapped for Tristan seeing as this was probably his first ever catch. "Good job, but I won't lie, that was definitely one of the shakier first times that I have seen. If I had to grade it, I'd give it a C." She said with a giggle, partly saying this in jest. It was not necessarily fair to say that he did a bad job, but dear lord was he a panicky, clumsy mess. But, you did catch it, so congratulations are in order.
Well, they would've been, but there was a girl and her shiny Tyrunt that was making a poor Blipbug's soul ascend from its body from pure agonizing fear. Tristan probably recognized her from the lab. Maybe. I don't know. He was pretty so self-absorbed he may have not noticed her.
"Oh for the love of... Miss!" And there went Astrid, running towards that girl. It looked like she was a receiving a lecture.
What does he do now?
@CitrusArms
The poor little Blipbug was scared out of its fucking mind. It was shaking like a leaf in the wind and looked at Stella as if she had Krabby's crawling out of her ears. Blipbug was minding its own business when this big-jawed thing grabbed it with its mouth, was tossed onto the creature's head, and now here it was.
It was far too scared to even run off. Also, what the fuck is a Tyrunt? Stella was forgetting for as smart as a Blipbug it is, it does not have knowledge of Pokemon that should have been extinct and not walking the modern world with flesh and scales around its bones for it was an absolute defiance of the laws of nature. Essentially, the Blipbug was repeatedly asking itself 'what the fuck is that' in its head. It was not like this Bug Pokemon had the ability to go to a library and read a book about ancient Pokemon.
Wait, these things eat meat?
The Blipbug was now sweating bullets and looked like it was going to faint from pure fear. Thankfully, there was someone who saw this disaster and approached the green trainer and her ancient Pokemon.
"Miss, could you please put the Blipbug down?" A woman approached the duo with the understandably concerned expression on her face. She had long, straight brown hair and round glasses that had soft blue eyes behind them. She was dressed in brown slacks, black dress shoes, and a powder blue button up shirt. She had the air of a teacher and definitely had the stern tone of one.
"While you can catch the Pokemon here. I will not permit you to terrorize them." While it would be sort of excusable for a new trainer to not be able to control their new starter, she did not think Stella was one. Why? Because who in the fresh hell would be mad enough to give a new trainer a Tyrunt?
Meanwhile, Kapoc sneezed in his lab.
@Sanguine Rose
An inspiration? Was that how people saw him?
Basil smiled awkwardly, saying "I'd appreciate that."
He watched Faye survey the area for the perfect spot to take the photo, which she did of course. She had Basil and Vex move around and pose the way she told him to and brought his best, handsome smile that he had. Faye wanted a picture of him so badly, he couldn't let her down with a sheepish smile.
She certainly looked happy with how the photo came out, much to his relief. He also received a link to her social media accounts and her website, as well as received a notification sound from his Pokedex, which was very likely her tagging him. Basil would of course look at it later because it was absolutely rude to pull out what is pretty much a phone when someone is speaking to you. Tristan.
When asked about her taking photos of the rest of his team, Basil appeared very physically unsure with that idea and really, it really wasn't a good idea at the moment. "It's probably not a good idea to do it here... Most of them are a bit too big and well, have you ever tried to photograph a Hawlucha? You'd run out of space on your camera before he finishes." Those Luchador Pokemon are known for their vanity and their excessive need for posing, even in battle.
The photos were squared away, but now she had something very much different to ask him.
Advice? Was there really anything that he could tell her that she didn't already know. He rubbed his chin in thought as he pondered on what to tell her. Just about everything about Pokemon Battling and building up a team was really common knowledge. Even a little kid had that much knowledge... Though there was something else.
"I'll tell you the one thing that I wish someone told me when I started; you will face challenges, challenges so great that you may think they are impossible to overcome, but the ones, the ones where you can't see are the ones that define who you are. Not only as a trainer, but the person that you hope to be. Doubt, self-loathing, fear, pride, temptation... What you do in the face of your own hell will show who you really are. You are the master of your fate, no matter who tells you."
After saying something like that, there was a brief moment of silence. Basil had a really awkward silence as he realized just how damn cheesy he sounded. Dear god, someone release him from his mortal coil.
"I'm sorry, it's been a long time since I said something that cliche, but it's the truth of the matter. Fate is not set in stone; it is yours to craft and with that comes a crushing responsibility from yourself and the world. However, you aren't alone. For every setback, for every detractor, you will meet those who will stay by your side and support you, even when it feels like the world closes in on you."
It was sort of nostalgic, this situation. There was something funny how history seems to find a way to repeat itself. Perhaps that's why he was compelled to do what he was about to do.
"Hold on a second..." Basil told her as he slid his bag down his shoulder and began to search through it. "Not that, not that...not that. Ah, there it is!" From his oversized, patched up corpse of a bag, he pulled out glass case with what appeared to be an egg in there. It was a strange one; mainly covered in white with grey and yellow streaks.
He stood up and held it out to her. "This was a gift from a friend when I was accepted into the Elite 4. It was generous, but I would feel more comfortable if it explored with a trainer who it can grow along side with. If Adriane picked you, then I have enough confidence to trust you with it."
The police thanked Jason for what he had done and for his efforts, they healed his Pokemon and was rewarded a small sum of money. Jason did not have to help the Totodile out, but because he did, he was rewarded for it.
Jason earned 1000P!
It appears the dice haved favored Jason yet again.
Now back to the Totodile. The poor blight felt completely at unease knowing that someone came after it and escaped. Who knows where it would've taken it and what would've happened! And this guy was tough and moving from place to place meant less chances to be poached. He also seemed like a good enough guy.
"Toto!" It agreed to accompany Jason on its journey.
It rolled once... it rolled twice...it rolled thrice!
What does Jason do now?
@Lunarlord34
What the fuck did this girl say?
Nurse Joy looked at the fledgling trainer with a smile, but behind that she was as perplexed as anyone would give the situation though perhaps that was a good thing considering what Steph just did to Dusk and Dennis. "I-I see... Please take a seat. We will heal your Pokemon shortly."
So, Steph sat down and waited for her Pokemon to come out. She should've probably stopped by a pharmacy, or a general store get something to patch her scrapes up. It's a shame, but Pokemon Centers do not give people treatment unless there is a dire situation because let's face it, they were basically government funded veterinarians.
While she did not seem to notice her own scrapes, stinging as they were, someone else did.
"Excuse me, do you need some help?" Steph was approached by a girl that was around her own age. She had wavy black hair and gentle crimson eyes that sparkled in the light. She wore a white, sleeveless blouse, a lavender skirt that reached slightly past her knees, and black closed toe sandles. This girl was remarkably pretty, but also tall as hell, like God damn she could make a killing back in Unova as a basketball player.
"Let me help. That looks like it hurts a bit." She didn't wait for an answer and honestly, even if Steph did give an answer, the girl wouldn't have been able to understand a word that she said. The girl rummaged through her bag and pulled out a bottle of antibiotic ointment and a pack of bandages that had cute little stylized Panchams on them. "It's going to sting a bit." The girl applied previously said ointment and placed the bandages on her.
"Ta da! All fixed up!" She said with a bright smile.
@samreaper
Tristan threw the Pokeball as hard as his weak, feeble noodly excuse of arms could muster! The Pokeball bonked on the stunned Riolue's head and was absorbed in a stream of white light before it fell on the ground. It started to shake.
It rolled once... it rolled twice...it rolled thrice!
Astrid clapped for Tristan seeing as this was probably his first ever catch. "Good job, but I won't lie, that was definitely one of the shakier first times that I have seen. If I had to grade it, I'd give it a C." She said with a giggle, partly saying this in jest. It was not necessarily fair to say that he did a bad job, but dear lord was he a panicky, clumsy mess. But, you did catch it, so congratulations are in order.
Well, they would've been, but there was a girl and her shiny Tyrunt that was making a poor Blipbug's soul ascend from its body from pure agonizing fear. Tristan probably recognized her from the lab. Maybe. I don't know. He was pretty so self-absorbed he may have not noticed her.
"Oh for the love of... Miss!" And there went Astrid, running towards that girl. It looked like she was a receiving a lecture.
What does he do now?
@CitrusArms
The poor little Blipbug was scared out of its fucking mind. It was shaking like a leaf in the wind and looked at Stella as if she had Krabby's crawling out of her ears. Blipbug was minding its own business when this big-jawed thing grabbed it with its mouth, was tossed onto the creature's head, and now here it was.
It was far too scared to even run off. Also, what the fuck is a Tyrunt? Stella was forgetting for as smart as a Blipbug it is, it does not have knowledge of Pokemon that should have been extinct and not walking the modern world with flesh and scales around its bones for it was an absolute defiance of the laws of nature. Essentially, the Blipbug was repeatedly asking itself 'what the fuck is that' in its head. It was not like this Bug Pokemon had the ability to go to a library and read a book about ancient Pokemon.
Wait, these things eat meat?
The Blipbug was now sweating bullets and looked like it was going to faint from pure fear. Thankfully, there was someone who saw this disaster and approached the green trainer and her ancient Pokemon.
"Miss, could you please put the Blipbug down?" A woman approached the duo with the understandably concerned expression on her face. She had long, straight brown hair and round glasses that had soft blue eyes behind them. She was dressed in brown slacks, black dress shoes, and a powder blue button up shirt. She had the air of a teacher and definitely had the stern tone of one.
"While you can catch the Pokemon here. I will not permit you to terrorize them." While it would be sort of excusable for a new trainer to not be able to control their new starter, she did not think Stella was one. Why? Because who in the fresh hell would be mad enough to give a new trainer a Tyrunt?
Meanwhile, Kapoc sneezed in his lab.
@Sanguine Rose
An inspiration? Was that how people saw him?
Basil smiled awkwardly, saying "I'd appreciate that."
He watched Faye survey the area for the perfect spot to take the photo, which she did of course. She had Basil and Vex move around and pose the way she told him to and brought his best, handsome smile that he had. Faye wanted a picture of him so badly, he couldn't let her down with a sheepish smile.
She certainly looked happy with how the photo came out, much to his relief. He also received a link to her social media accounts and her website, as well as received a notification sound from his Pokedex, which was very likely her tagging him. Basil would of course look at it later because it was absolutely rude to pull out what is pretty much a phone when someone is speaking to you. Tristan.
When asked about her taking photos of the rest of his team, Basil appeared very physically unsure with that idea and really, it really wasn't a good idea at the moment. "It's probably not a good idea to do it here... Most of them are a bit too big and well, have you ever tried to photograph a Hawlucha? You'd run out of space on your camera before he finishes." Those Luchador Pokemon are known for their vanity and their excessive need for posing, even in battle.
The photos were squared away, but now she had something very much different to ask him.
Advice? Was there really anything that he could tell her that she didn't already know. He rubbed his chin in thought as he pondered on what to tell her. Just about everything about Pokemon Battling and building up a team was really common knowledge. Even a little kid had that much knowledge... Though there was something else.
"I'll tell you the one thing that I wish someone told me when I started; you will face challenges, challenges so great that you may think they are impossible to overcome, but the ones, the ones where you can't see are the ones that define who you are. Not only as a trainer, but the person that you hope to be. Doubt, self-loathing, fear, pride, temptation... What you do in the face of your own hell will show who you really are. You are the master of your fate, no matter who tells you."
After saying something like that, there was a brief moment of silence. Basil had a really awkward silence as he realized just how damn cheesy he sounded. Dear god, someone release him from his mortal coil.
"I'm sorry, it's been a long time since I said something that cliche, but it's the truth of the matter. Fate is not set in stone; it is yours to craft and with that comes a crushing responsibility from yourself and the world. However, you aren't alone. For every setback, for every detractor, you will meet those who will stay by your side and support you, even when it feels like the world closes in on you."
It was sort of nostalgic, this situation. There was something funny how history seems to find a way to repeat itself. Perhaps that's why he was compelled to do what he was about to do.
"Hold on a second..." Basil told her as he slid his bag down his shoulder and began to search through it. "Not that, not that...not that. Ah, there it is!" From his oversized, patched up corpse of a bag, he pulled out glass case with what appeared to be an egg in there. It was a strange one; mainly covered in white with grey and yellow streaks.
He stood up and held it out to her. "This was a gift from a friend when I was accepted into the Elite 4. It was generous, but I would feel more comfortable if it explored with a trainer who it can grow along side with. If Adriane picked you, then I have enough confidence to trust you with it."