Scholar Leo Cyrule
Dune City; Enroute to Pokemon Center
Oh… what an eventful day this was indeed! It started off great to say the least! When the sanctuary was open, he was able to get in and get out in record time! His new found friend, a Treecko whom adored her new moniker “Maple Leaf”, had practically sought him out. Sought him out like a child in a pet shop saying she wanted that one!
And “that one” was the one the Treecko was going to get! She had immediately approached Leon in a mere two minutes after he had entered, and caught his attention by tugging on his coat. The two had joined each other in prolonged eye contact, and shortly after a spiritual bond and understanding had been established between them. And once the formalities have been dealt with, it was off to the races for them both!
And this is where the day had turned from quite a pleasant experience, into one that left a bad tastes on Leon’s tongue like soured milk. Because never had the young man ever thought that other trainers could be so PUSHY about their Pokémon battles! The scholarly trainer had not even managed to start for the door before he had been approached! His first encounter had been with a much younger trainer who was prattling on about the GLORIOUS wonders of… shorts.
Said trainer could have potentially droned on for hours on end, if Leon hadn’t reminded him that he was going somewhere. But… instead of politely excusing Leon, like he had desired, the clamdigger zealot had immediately jumped in his way and informed him about the… apparent law of trainer’s and eye contact. A battle ensued, and augur had left Leon and Maple as the victor! But the feeling of being relieved of combat… was short lived. As one battle immediately created a chain reaction of battle crazed trainers approaching him from all angles!
And as much as Leon hated it, he did have to give props to his companion. He had no intents on starting a massive collection of pokemon… which meant that she was the only one who could step up to the plate. And what a soldier she was! With every challenge, she rose up like she was “the one” with a fierce determination and crushed them.
Their time doing something less than favorable, had also given Leon a chance to learn how to best work with Maple. She has quite a unique technique. She was like a dancer, she mixed grace and aggression together like an art, and turned both the environment and her challenger’s anatomy against themselves. She even appeared to a bit of autonomy, and is quite capable of adjusting to the situation with minimal feedback from her trainer.
But all the same… the endless fights were annoying. By the time he had reached the gates of Dune City, he already had humored the idea of having the word “HATE” painted on his teeth.
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“Well, ole girl…” Leon sighed as he finally stepped into the City. He had long removed the sleeves of his coat and slipped them into his bag. Together, the two had found it best to spend some of their earnings on some supplies to help them in the long run. A brand new heavy duty utility machete which had been clipped to one of his backpack’s straps under his arm. And a handful of potions and antidotes. A towel, as they have so many uses. And a prybar. Other than the five poke balls they had been given at the start, the rest of their supplies were from foraging for berries. He was quite thankful that Maple was a grass type… otherwise they might not have made it so far in one go. “We made it to town alright. Now lets see about getting you a check-up at the pokecenter.”
Maple couldn’t agree more. The Treecko was certainly putting up a tough act, but she knew that patching herself up with a mouthful of Oran berries can go so far. A girl has her limits. The small reptile gave her trainer a thumbs up, and then crawled up to his shoulders.
Together they set off towards the Pokecenter.