@supertinyking@Letter Bee@ShadowVentus((Collab Post between Tyki and Letter Bee))
As Gin went out of the room, he would find himself guided by a robotic guide-butler-thing into the recesses of the complex, where a set of elevators were waiting to lift him out to the green, forested foothills of Mt. Coronet, where he would find a young man, clad in a polo shirt, jeans, and a cap, with long green messy hair tied back in a ponytail. The young man would then say:
"Osamu Akiyama promises much; he used a 'Prophecy Machine' to tell me that a solution to the problems associated with 'Pokemon Training'," he said the words with distaste, "is about to arrive soon."
"Are you that solution? Are you the one who would finally make the world better for humans and Pokemon alike?" He then faced Gin.
"Oh, where are my manners - my name is N; I am a close friend of Osamu."
Gin looks over the lad before him, weighing his options before saying with a completely straight face "no, I was just up here delivering a cake for dorothy's birthday party... bye then..." before waving and walking off, either untrusting or uncaring for the massive 'insanity' aura N seemed to suffuse into everything around him, making it difficult to even keep a straight face with him let alone carry a conversation. Though as gin walks away he starts patting his kimono a bit before asking "don't suppose you have a map on you? I think I left mine inside and I doubt they'll let me back in"
"I've travelled the length and breadth of the Pokemon world," spoke N, "although I've heard there are others'. I can guide you to the nearest town, if you want; Boss Naoki, Osamu's superior, and the one above even him, the Goddess Aradia, gave me the direct duty to accompany you as you travel through this world." His tone was still...unearthly, removed from the world.
"no thank you, I'm sure all of your friends are normally great people and sound judges of character, but they're not me so goodbye." Gin retorts evenly before turning and leaving down the path he was on, the sword on his hip not doing him any help in disguising himself as any normal person.
Reaching a nearby podunk town, he would encounter a bunch of hardworking farmers, who were raising Pokemon and...fish in fishponds? And by that, not fish-like Pokemon, but actual fish (like in the manga). They were also growing an orchard of apples, bright red-yellow ones that were in fruit. On seeing him, one of the farmers, an eighteen-year old young woman with long blonde hair, a shirt, and overalls as well as a straw hat, would stare at Gin with hazel eyes, and say:
"Hey, if you want to buy some of our produce, go on ahead to the Town Market!"
"love the sales pitch, really do, but I have no cash at the moment. Any tips on making some? not exactly from any place like this one so i've no clue" gin replies with a friendly smile and a wave, stopping to lean on the fence a bit at the sight of a pretty girl willing to be friendly with him, or more correctly, someone that wasn't insane that was willing to be friendly with him.
"Well, if you want, I can take you to Dad, tell him you want to be a temp worker; it's easy; just pile up hay bales, mend fences like the one you're leaning at, and, of course, use dead fish as fertilizer for the apple trees!" The girl was enthusiastic.
In the meantime, a Staravia was circling over Gin's position, the sun's glare made it uncertain if the Flying Pokemon was deliberately watching him...
"sure, that'll work... you got any water types around here? been having alot of issues with rock types on the mountain" gin replies with a smile as he tries to hop over the fence and winds up falling when his weight ends up breaking the thing. "ow... guess i'll have work either way..." he groans out lowly as he picks himself up and dusts himself off, the Staravia never really noticing as it started hovering lower and lower until gin literally reached up and grabbed it's leg to inspect it.
Nothing; this wasn't a delivery Staravia, but more like a Wild Pokemon...or one that has only been recently caught. Whatever the case, the Staravia would gaze at Gin with unusual intelligence, before someone would interject:
"Can you let Staravia go, please?" It was N, who had apparently been stalking him since Mount Coronet!
"do you keep it..." gin asks, checking for a gender on it while he pets along him, finishing "him in a pokeball?"
"Of course not!" N was outraged while Staravia began pecking Gin's head. "I don't use Pokeballs; I can communicate with Pokemon naturally."
"good, cause those things are murder machines, hand over all the ones you got" he says evenly, grabbing it's beak gently to let it know to stop before going back to petting it, letting it fly off if it wanted to.
Staravia flew off to N's shoulder, where, true to form, the two began gazing into each other's eyes, communicating each other's intent, before Staravia flew off. N then said:
"Again, I don't use Pokeballs, so I don't have them. Anyway, it seems that you have a girl whose fence you broke, and a debt you have to pay off..."
And, it was true; the farmer girl was now in a more...cross mood, staring at both N and Gin with some anger.
Gin just looks at her, saying "i'll fix the fence later, but there are more pressing matters to fix first, the request to hand over all your pokeballs was for you too..." and when he sees the doubt and the incredulation in her eyes, he simply says "keeping things short, as the mass produced pokeballs are now, they function via killing and reanimating your pokemon every time you let them out and bring them back, I know a work around I can install so it doesn't do that"
The girl's eyes twitched.
"Are you a salesman or something?!" she was incredulous. "Because that's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard!"
"You know," said N, "while I do not trust earthly authority, perhaps getting a sign of such things from Mt. Coronet would have been...useful before you went around and began demanding people to trust you with their livelihoods..."
"i'll give them right back, i'm not asking any money for doing it, and i'm still gonna fix the fence either way... lady, it's going to take five minutes at worst and a few seconds at minimum to do it" gin says dryly, stepping over to her and adding "or would you like to continue to kill the creatures you call friends every time you want their help moving a bale of hay?"
Something in Gin's eyes finally convinced the girl, before she handed over all her Pokeballs to the samurai-person...
He lets out all her pokemon, not releasing them just letting them out of their pokeballs while he worked on them with tools he seems to form from thin air but actually forms out of the nails from the fence, the pokeballs looking physically unchanged on the outside though when he calls the pokemon back and then lets them back out again, all the repressed feelings of being forced to battle and work without say in their lives was no longer repressed, plus the entire storage system was changed with them seeming to just vanish in a flash of light rather than ye-olde red beam
After that, N was having the time of his life trying to communicate with the Pokemon when they were let out, while the farmgirl took back her Pokeballs, and spoke:
"Hmm, I think I can trust you now. Consider this repayment for the debt for breaking the fence. Also, I'll talk to my dad; perhaps he can be persuaded to let the Pokeballs work better, too."
With that, N looked up from where he was talking with the farm Pokemon, then moved closer to Gin, whispering to him:
"I stopped the Pokemon from wanting to murder the farmgirl and her family; talked with them a bit. Guess that means we should work together to change how the world works, right? As Goddess Aradia intended..." N then faced away from Gin and looked at the horizon wistfully, saying:
"Oh, Great Goddess Aradia, you work in mysterious ways..."
"you're still fucking insane and i want nothing to do with you, but i doubt i can prevent you from following me either way. Your pokemon are no longer under the effects of mental and emotional repression. Simply put, they won't battle for you and they won't work for you anymore without proper compensation, and considering that they appear to be of roughly human intelligence, i'm going to go out on a limb and say they'll probably want they're own houses and such as well as proper pay for their work. am I wrong?" gin says evenly, waving away N's offer before turning to the farm girl, not hiding the truth from her as her entire fence seems to just kinda fall apart all at once once the last of the nails go.
"Great..." spoke the farmgirl, her mood sour again. "Of course the issue of whether Pokemon are intelligent now has an answer. But fine, I'm not blinkering myself from said answer when it's true."
Some of the Pokemon blinked at the mention of 'pay', as if asking: 'what is pay and can we eat it?' In the meantime, N was looking around, taking stock of the place.
"Gin, we are going to change the world together; better than...well, plenty of time to tell my story on the way."
"if that story involves you trying to take over the world, i'm going to punch you... in the face..." gin says evenly to N before turning back to the farm girl, adding "get your dad out, i'm going to need tools and resources, raw metal preferably scrap electronics'll work... or we could just recycle your pokeballs into something better, your choice... recycling balls... that sounds funnier than the situation really is..." as he heads over to her house properly and knocks INCREDIBLY annoyingly on the front door and then keeps the knocking motion going even after someone inside opens it.
And when the door opened, Gin would give his blunt sales pitch of punching the farmer in the throat and taking the pokeballs to work on across the room from him, N would then apologize and use honeyed words to sweeten the deal and act as the 'good cop' to Gin's 'bad cop', and once they convinced the farmer, Gin would begin the process again in tandem with N, who would have the time of his life negotiating with the Pokemon to not be murderous when they were released from their mental bonds.
This would continue until Gin and N gained the trust of the town...and leeway to do whatever they liked.
