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 Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2010 7:08 pm
It was the abrupt stop of the train that sent the boy lurching forward, thrusting him into a reluctant consciousness. In the train's defense, it had indeed slowed, but that stop always bothered the boy.
Jett sighed lightly, collecting his things. He had nightmares of losing River and Aerosmith wailing at him all the while, so he found himself quite irritable as he bumped into people and listened to them complain of how slow the line was moving when he could do nothing about it. After silencing a snooty-sounding woman with an exhausted gaze, he strolled into the cool air of Slateport.
Jett found himself walking in the direction of the beach, though the ferry was the last thing on his mind. A montage of those monotonous announcer voices flickered through his head, announcing what had happened not so long ago.
He was humbled by the sight. The beach seemed to look like what he would think any normal beach would look like, but there was something to it that just took his breath away. The undertone hinting at what had truly happened here flirted with the vast ocean and the grey horizon left the trainer paralyzed. "Wow..." The words drifted from his lips in a groggy tone, hanging appropriately in the cloudy day like an acrid smoke.
It was finally a cool sea breeze that stirred him, bringing his attention to the port. Jett resisted the urge to bring out River and Aerosmith just to briefly show them something like that and headed forward, eyes set firmly upon that ship that seemed to be docking it's final passengers. It seemed Lady Luck had smiled down upon Jett today, but he was sure something awful was to happen soon enough.
"Where's this ship going?" he asked a burly sailor, who merely grinned and pointed to the man waiting at the edge of the dock, calling out loudly for last-minute passengers. Jett quickly thanked him and darted over to the man, who seemed surprised. "W-where's the ship going?"
"Olivine City, Johto," the man announced grandly. "Would you like to come aboard?" Jett thrust $50 into the man's hands and hurriedly asked for a ticket. The man merely offered a bemused smile and handed the ticket to Jett, who hurried upstairs.
Johto... Jett thought, looking at the ticket more precisely now to see where he would room. He was surprisingly tired again, and once he got to Johto, he'd be ready to take it all on. The ship blared a final call and the trainer looked out to sea.
"Johto, here I come!"
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Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2010 7:35 pm
Eztli burst out of the elevator, still holding onto Adler's arm. She didn't run, and she didn't yell. No need to make a scene. She had to trust Kai to keep up and stay within the Bracelet's radius. She headed straight for the doors, staying with the mass of panicked people that were fleeing the TV Station. Eztli could already hear distant sirens, and she was pleased. Maybe there wouldn't be too much damage caused after all. Eztli pulled Adler ahead of her. "The clock is ticking. Where is your house?" Adler nodded fearfully, before starting on ahead. Eztli's grip was iron on his forearm, and he didn't attempt to break free. The poor man was terrified and very confused. He tried to think of any reason why this young pyromaniac was after him. He looked back and studied her. She was wearing plain clothes except for a red insignia that seemed vaguely familiar. Adler had a nagging feeling that the symbol was very important, but with the adrenaline coursing through his body, he couldn't think straight. He could barely remember how to get to his house. He weaved his way through the streets of Jubilife, avoiding the Pokemon Center. Too many people, it would raise questions. He was worried if he somehow attracted attention to himself, this Alix girl would kill him. She hadn't shown any qualms about lighting a building full of people on fire. They finally arrived at a modest house. Eztli nearly sighed in relief. She had been afraid he would live in a condo, or an apartment. She would have needlessly killed many people. Eztli looked back, and saw Kai a few yards behind, fairly calm. She glanced inadvertently at the Death Bracelet.
"You were only outside the radius once, for about 5 seconds." Kai said softly. Eztli nodded. She led Adler up to the front porch.
"You got matches in this house?" she asked him. He hesitated, but then nodded. "Good. Open it." He fumbled for his keys in his pants pocket, before finally unlocking the door. He opened the door and walked inside, trembling. What was this girl planning? What was she going to do to him? He lead her to the kitchen, and opened up a drawer. It had a few matchbooks in it. He picked one up, and offered it to her, hoping she would let go of his arm and take it. Instead, she narrowed her eyes. "Take one out, and hold it up." His eyes dimmed as he did what he was told. She removed her lighter. Matches took two hands, lighters only took one. However, using a match was a different MO then the lighter at Jubilife TV. She lit the lighter, and held it to the match. It began to burn, and Adler tossed it away without thinking. Eztli watched it wink out. "Turn on the stove," she said. He clicked it on, and watched helplessly as she lit the entire matchbook on fire, and left it near the stove, near some paper towels. The paper towels quickly caught fire, and left a burning beacon for when the gas was finally ignited. Satisfied, Eztli turned and lead Adler out of his house. "Let's go," she said to him and to Kai. "Before the house turns into a fireball." She began to lead Adler away, towards Jubilife City limits. She was surprised when Kai took Adler's other arm.
"You can let go of him now. You've done your job. Congratulations, I think you may have passed." He grinned wickedly, and Eztli's heart sank. She was filled to the brim with self-loathing, but she couldn't help feeling a spark of pride at her accomplishment.
'What have I become? What happened to the joyful Eztli of only a week ago? Look what I have done to myself. Curiosity kills.'
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 6:18 am
It didn't take very long for Jasper and Ditto the bike shop wouldn't be opening for several more hours, but such was the luck of someone who'd been awake since before the sun came up. The pair wandered somewhat aimlessly through the area, not wanting to stray too far from the shop so they could redeem their bike and be out of there. Jasper passed the time by fretting over what he'd say to Professor Elm once he got to New Bark Town in a few days, as he didn't think it was proper trainer etiquette to try and swindle or con a Pokemon Professor. "What have we gotten ourselves into, pal?" he asked the bird perched on his shoulder. "Can we do this...?" Ditto nodded slowly, and made a rather realistic-sounding chirp in reply. "Yeah, you're right. I'm sure we'll be just fine."
The duo's wanderings brought them to the Goldenrod City department store, though this place had yet to open as well. This was one of the few places in town Jasper hadn't spent a lot of time in, though he knew that it was a primary shopping destination for trainers. He frowned even at the thought of that word, and shook his head lightly. He was still having difficulty wrapping his mind around the concept of him becoming a trainer, as it wasn't something he'd seriously thought about since long before he met Ditto. Like most eight and nine year-olds, Jasper had wanted nothing more than for his tenth birthday to arrive so he could get his trainer's license, though before that day could come his foster family at the time had crushed those dreams, telling the boy that Pokemon trainers were nothing but foolish kids escaping the real world; living in a fantasy and never having to assume 'real' responsibilities.
He lightly chewed his bottom lip as they crossed the street, now standing in front of the Goldenrod City Pokemon Center. Jasper hesitated at the end of the street, looking towards the red-roofed building almost cautiously, as though any minute now, a herd of Chansey would burst through the front doors chanting 'one of us' as they dragged the boy and his Ditto inside. Jasper shuddered and Ditto fluttered down from the boy's shoulder and landed on the pavement some ten feet from the Pokemon Center's entrance, tilting its head curiously when it saw the disturbed look on Jasper's face. The Ditto-in-Disguise gave another lighthearted chirp and hopped a few paces towards the doors. Jasper watched his old friend carefully for a few seconds before he decided he was being ridiculous, and he walked slowly up the walkway before stepping through the front doors, Ditto landing up on his shoulder as he did so.
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 6:31 pm
“Oh, right.” Claire trailed off as Riza walked away. And now they were left with the awkward silent one. He didn’t seem too keen on talking; all he was really up to was smoking, which seemed like a terrible habit to start. “How about you, where’re you from Crenu?” Claire added, trying not to make things more strange, now that the thin link between the three was gone, although Kokoro seemed to be getting along well with the other Quilava.
“I don’t mean to be rude or tell you how to live your life or anything like that,” Moti began as Crenu started to light another cigarette, “but that’s pretty bad for your health.” Judging from his bandaged arm, he didn’t need any more help killing himself. "Of course we all have to die of something, someday."
’I’m Kokoro.’ The Volcano Pokemon replied. ’My fire isn’t quite as refined… but I just evolved so hopefully I can make it that good someday. My real talent right now, is this!’ She exclaimed as she began to glow a golden hue and stole Crenu’s cigarette right from his hand, making it float just out of reach.
“Oh, crap!” Claire exclaimed as she realized what was happening. “Don’t show off and steal other people’s stuff! Man, you are so out of control today.” She reprimanded. Claire was about ready to curl up in a ball and die from all the trouble her Pokemon was causing. ...Maybe it was about time to look into some badges.
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 7:37 pm
Jett felt himself striding forward, but he never really thought much about it. Almost robotically, he entered his room and threw himself on his bed. A certain restlessness filled him despite the slight fatigue of the past few days and energy crashing on him. But he had to do something.
"River," he mumbled, releasing the Ralts. "Let's go find out where exactly we're going." The Feeling Pokemon blinked and happily nodded, ready to help her trainer set up a plan.
The two wandered aimlessly about the deck. Jett was glad that he brought River, because all the water spraying on people and Pokemon alike, his wings would seriously get messed up. Finally, the boy gave in and asked a stranger where he could find a computer or something. He was directed to a main room, where a line of computers was settle along a wall.
Utterly alone at his little row of computers, Jett got to work. He began to search Johto, but struggled to realize where he was going. "Olivine," he finally hissed, typing in the name. Looks like this place is Johto's Slateport, Jett thought, and then looked up the gym leader. After deciding within a second that he was not ready for a leader of that magnitude, he tried to find a list of gym leaders.
"...This Clair chick looks scary," he muttered, before finally coming upon a teen with blue hair. "Falkner... Violet City..." The trainer swiftly retrieved a small pad of paper from the front desk and began to scribble information down with the passion of a thousand fiery suns.
River peeked over her trainer's shoulder, trying to see what she was off to do. There was, in Jett's familiar scrawl, a list of cities connected by loopy lines and arrows. She blinked and leaned back, just wondering how she would do against this new gym leader they were off to face.
Finally, Jett collected his Psychic-type, flicked off the computer, and hurried back to his room without getting lost five times. Almost instantly did he release the angry Beautifly, who saw his companion getting released. After a series of half-hearted apologies, Aerosmith lost his concern for the matter and waited for the important matter (namely, when he would kick some butt again) to be explained.
"Okay," Jett began, offering his crude list to the audience of two. River set it on the bed. "We're going to be landing in this Olivine place. If need be, we'll sleep there for the night, but I don't want to wait around. We'll be back later on. There's a train station there, which we'll take to this Goldenrod place... Really big city. Might check up on a TM if we can afford it. From Goldenrod is a short route that leads to this Violet City place, where the first gym leader is."
"Fly?" Aerosmith asked. Are we getting a new friend before this... Falkner? River immediately seized the pen and drew another Ralts and then an arrow connecting it to a cartoonish drawing of some boy with a big head and a badge.
"...Uh. Are we getting a new friend before we fight Falkner?" The two nodded excitedly. "Nah. I planned on taking on Roxanne with you two... why should Falkner be any different?" Jett grinned, but it quickly faded when he directed his finger at the final phrase on the list. "After Falkner, we're going to the starting town. New Bark Town, it's called. I want to get a Pokedex." The team seemed to be in agreement with this, and at the mention of acquiring a map before anything else, they were ecstatic.
"Get ready, guys," Jett yawned, settling into the bed beside his team. "This is only the beginning."
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Posted: Fri Sep 17, 2010 8:45 am
"I can't believe this place is already open," Jasper murmured as he stepped over the threshold and into the Pokemon Center. If he hadn't known any better, he might have walked into a regular doctor's office, as it had that same ambiance and feel to it. There wasn't anybody inside, at least not that Jasper saw right away, though there was a young and rather pretty nurse seated at the desk, already started on the day's paperwork. Her bright pink hair was pulled back into looping ponytails and she'd glanced up from her computer long enough to eye the youth as he'd entered, but before long she was back to work. Jasper watched her for a moment or so, trying to figure out why he'd come in here in the first place before his nose quite suddenly caught the scent of cooking food, and he sniffed the air a few times tentatively as his mouth had begun to water.
The nurse looked up from her work once again and smiled at Jasper. "If you're hungry, they're serving breakfast in the cafeteria now," she said, her voice sweet and kind.
"Really? Is it free...?" Jasper asked before he could stop himself.
"Of course," the nurse replied, the smile never leaving her face, though Jasper hadn't noticed as he and Ditto had practically bolted across the room, skidding to a stop once they were inside the cafeteria. The duo stared with amazement at the assortment of food being set out on the counters, though the best part was the fact that Jasper and Ditto were the only two here.
"All right, all right, Ross was right," Jasper muttered, and Ditto, having shifted back to its normal form, gave what passed for a shrug. "Not that we'll ever admit it to him, but still. Free breakfast..." Led by their watering mouths and grumbling stomachs, Jasper and Ditto quickly grabbed a plate and began loading it with food, unable to remember the last time they'd had a real breakfast.
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Posted: Fri Sep 17, 2010 9:23 am
Several other trainers had joined Jasper and Ditto in the cafeteria by the time the two had finished their rather large meal, and Jasper couldn't help but notice that no one was really noticing him. Ditto hadn't changed from its natural form yet had only received a few passive glances. Jasper wondered if perhaps some of these trainers had seen Pokemon that were far more interesting than a blue Ditto. He leaned back in his chair and looked up at the clock on the wall. The bike shop would be opening in about twenty minutes, so if they set out now, they'd be there by the time the doors were unlocked.
Jasper returned his tray of dirty dishes to the counter and thanked the apron-wearing woman that took them from him, casting the boy a curious look as he walked away. Jasper wondered if she wasn't used to being thanked for her services as he passed by the front desk. The young nurse was no longer working at her computer, but was currently placing a tray of various Pokeballs into a machine. Jasper inched closer as she pressed a few buttons and the machinery whirled to life. 'So that's one of those fancy healing machine things,' Jasper thought, shifting the sleepy Ditto in his arms. He didn't think Ditto needed any healing seeing as it had never even been in a battle but for a moment he considered taking the blobby Pokemon up to the desk anyway, if anything to get a chance to speak to the pretty nurse.
Once his common sense had won out over his hormones, Jasper left the Pokemon Center and began to make his way towards the bike shop, thinking about the empty Pokeballs Ross had given him. Ditto, while not normally a heavy Pokemon, seemed to intensify in solidity after it had eaten and he silently pondered the idea of putting it into one of the red an white spheres. 'Nah, Ditto'd hate me if I did that,' he thought finally, shifting the Pokemon's weight a bit and causing it to stir. Still sleepy, the bluish Pokemon stretched and shimmered, changing itself into a long, pale blue scarf that Jasper draped over his shoulders. 'Pokeballs are for amateurs,' he thought with a smug smirk.
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Posted: Fri Sep 17, 2010 11:57 am
The little Weed Pokemon marched off with an urgent gait - she had decided to get her new friends something to eat, but hadn't forgotten she was supposed to watch over them. If she got this done quickly everything should be okay. And she knew there was a Pecha Tree back along the path a little ways. As long as remembered which way she had come ...
As it turned out finding the tree wasn't very hard, but standing beneath the tall and laden tree the real problem became apparent to the small and armless Oddish - getting the fruit down. Looking around Colandra did see a few Pecha Berries on the ground beneath the tree, but they were overripe, badly bruised and some had some obvious bites taken out of them. No, they wouldn't be any good. There were a few that were on lower branches, but even the lowest of those proved to be too high for the poor little Oddish to reach by jumping, not that she was sure that she would be heavy enough to pull the fruit down even if she did manage to grab one in her leaves. Staring at the elusive fruit she knew that none of the attacks she had would do her any good in getting the fruit down and there were no other Pokemon around to ask for help ... so the only option left was to try and get some extra height somehow and hope she was heavy enough to pick the fruit.
Colandra wandered around the tree looking for anything she could find to help her get up to the fruit. Her search yielded a fallen tree branch and a largish rock. Now to figure out how to best use them together to get to the fruit.
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Posted: Fri Sep 17, 2010 11:59 am
Colandra pondered briefly and came up with a plan - use the tree branch as a ramp up to the trunk of the tree and use the rock to stop the branch from sliding down to the ground again. Unfortunately the branch was too short to reach all the way up to the lowest branches but would give her extra height, hopefully enough to reach the fruit she sought. After quite a bit of struggling and heaving the small Oddish managed to get the fallen branch and rock into place. Now came the moment of truth.
Colandra focused on the job ahead of her, grim determination painted on her normally jolly face. She shifted her feet trying to gain some better traction. She ran as fast as she could at her improvised ramp. She did not trip on the rock that held the contraption steady. She ran up the ramp, jumped, and managed to grab the Pecha Berry with her glossy green leaves. And she hung there, swaying back and forth as she held onto the firmly attached fruit, looking like a second purple berry that had grown out of the bottom of the Pecha Berry. Colandra could just imagine the laughter that would ensue if any Pokemon had been watching her and her antics. She tried pulling herself up by her leaves a little then letting herself fall hoping the jerking movement would loosen the stubborn fruit. Nothing. Next came twisting, forcing the Pecha Berry to turn first one way then the other. It seemed to be doing something so the Oddish kept at it for a while. Then she tried to jerk it free again. This time success! Though she fell onto her makeshift ramp and broke the tree branch with a loud CRACK!
Her task was half completed but Colandra wasted no time in dashing back to her new friends - there really was no way for her to get another Pecha Berry now that her ramp was broken and she doubted she could carry two of the large fruit anyway. One berry would have to do, maybe they could share it?
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Posted: Sat Sep 18, 2010 9:11 am
Aw," Train murmured as Carlos mentioned that he hadn't really been able to decipher any information on Deoxys. It sounded like a pretty cool Pokémon, and she definitely wouldn't mind knowing a bit more about it. She blinked and glanced at Carlos as he laughed, realising that he was right; it wasn't as if they were friends or anything, just companions for a bit. She'd sort of just assumed they'd be together for a while, though she'd done so without realising it. She was a bit surprised at herself, actually, as she was someone who didn't really want to get attached to people. Though she wouldn't call this being attached, more like she just didn't like the idea of traveling alone again.
"Yeah, I know," Train responded, focusing again on the path in front of her rather than her two acquaintances. As she thought about it more, she wasn't really going to mind--at least, not at this point--parting ways with Carlos. It would be a little lonely, but she had her Pokémon, and she was definitely much more attached to them than she was to the man she'd only met the day before.
She pondered this for a bit as they walked, wondering if she'd be able to make any lasting friends on her adventure. It seemed a bit pessimistic to think not, but she was already fifteen and had no friends that she'd stayed in contact with or had ever actually been really close to.
It appeared that the Pokémon didn't want to bother the trio, though Train did purposely avoid some battles she saw coming, as she wanted to get out of that cave as quickly as they could. They walked together in quiet for a surprisingly long time, and she finally piped up with, "Do you think we're anywhere near the end?" Maybe it had just seemed like a long time because of the fact that they hadn't really been doing anything while they were walking, but hopefully she was right and it actually had been a while and they were somewhere towards the exit. She couldn't wait to get to Cerulean and explore it a bit. She'd never gotten a chance to the few times she'd passed through it, and was looking forward to getting a better look at the place.
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Posted: Sat Sep 18, 2010 11:22 am
Ghos' Giga Drain attack was certainly faster -- and stronger -- than the one preceding it, and combined with the Ghastly's general strength advantage and the attack's type effectiveness, the teal-haired bombshell's Geodude could only give a valiant effort to avoid the attacks before yielding the remainder of his hit points to the Ghastly.
"Oh, dear, well, you're quite a contender," the woman said, her eyes scanning Leon acutely. On one hand, she was quite astonished that something so... intangible could have beaten her rock-hard... Geodude. It was a bizarre concept to her. The harder something was, the stronger, right? Well, beyond that thought, a creeping notion that Leon was quite strong himself, and thus rather attractive, crept into the woman's mind. She blushed, shimmied a little, then produced her next Pokeball.
"Alright, this one's a douzy! Here's my ever-faithful, rock-polished Vigoroth!"
The Pokemon came flying out of its ball, swinging its lanky arms and jumping and howling all the same. Active lil' fella.
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Posted: Sat Sep 18, 2010 12:52 pm
Jun continued through the Veilstone Gym with some perplexity sitting upon his designer frames; somehow, the atmosphere seemed... different from what he remembered. Rather than the vigorous sweating and grunting that he was so accustomed to, everyone seemed so... relaxed. Black-belts and Pokemon alike were chilling on the sidelines, simply talking and laughing like construction workers taking a break from a long day, although it was all but a bit past noon and the Veilstone Gym never condoled idleness. What in the name of Prada could be up?
Suddenly, two lightning fast entities darted in front of Jun's face and the beautician found himself barely escaping their coordinated attack with a daft step backwards. When the two stopped before him, Jun cracked a smile of recognition -- the Masaki twins! They were a few years younger than him and he remembered fondly the days he used to read to them in their youth and braid their hair the way Chiri still braided her hair. Mirian, the slightly younger of the two identical twins, had cropped her hair short, though, and Jun observed that the cut was pretty haphazard. Maybe he'd get the chance to fix it later.
"Jun! You're home!" Chiri chirped. Mirian, however, jabbed her identical twin in the ribs coarsely -- she had always been prone to violence, Jun thought fondly. Mirian took a deep breath before turning to Jun with steely eyes. "The Gym Leader says you cannot pass without passing us, or our respective Pokemon."
'Whatever did I do this time?' Jun thought to himself curiously. His little sister definitely irritated with him, if she wasn't letting him have her audience without going through all of this. And all he wanted to do was say hello!
"Well, I won't fight you two," the Asian man said thoughtfully. "As you know, I've given up those ways. But I suppose Demi and Olsen can take up the challenge, if they must," he said, twirling the Tangela's Pokemon between his long, graceful fingers and turning to Demi, the Jynx, who stood next to him and could only sigh. Well, as long as he didn't make her Sweet Kiss anything ugly or pitch her against something that would harm her perfectly conditioned hair (i.e. a Fire-type), she didn't really mind, she supposed.
"It'll be a double battle, then!" Mirian continued, positively glaring at Jun before tossing out her Pokemon of choice, a Craogunk. Chiri released her Lopunny, a gorgeous thing that Jun knew to have a vicious assortment of punches in her arsenal. Well, here goes nothing, Jun thought to himself, resigning himself to the fact of the matter, that he was going to need to fight yet another battle before finding out what Maylene was so peeved about.
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Meanwhile, Posh the Roselia was still back at the Flower Lady's place in Floaroma. Recall that Meredith (the Flower Lady) had caught Posh watching the residential Bellossom and Roserade with great envy, and so had assured that she could teach Posh that inner grace, as well.
On one hand, Posh was definitely too haughty to allow herself to be taught something as fundamental and supposedly natural as /grace/, but on the other hand she didn't know how those two previous Grass-types could exude such... beautiful poise. So she begrudgingly listened to Meredith as the woman instructed her in some warm-up stretches, secretly keeping her eyes peeled for another appearance of those two gorgeous Grass-types.
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Mary-Anne stared blankly at the note taped to the Pokemon Tutor's door, outside of Hearthome.
On vacation. Visit cousin in Snowpoint City for Pokemon Tutoring services.
The girl read the message over a couple times, her face void of emotion before she pulled out her polaroid camera and took a picture of the ugly sign. It developed quickly, and M.A. scowled at the picture -- it seemed more insulting as a photograph than the real thing, for some reason. Flipping fantastic. Ah, well, M.A. thought to herself, stretching her arms up in the air and cringing only a little. She wasn't too sore from the whole Diego-Milton incident anymore; she had been properly resting by letting Tora the Donphan carry her everywhere, and using that cream medication Nurse Joy had given her for her burns and her cuts, so she felt fine. In fact, that terrible night seemed like a distant dream; even Diego the Smeargle seemed like he was entirely recovered, although he would make no mention of the incident nor let anyone else in his presence. Might as well make that trip to Snowpoint, eh?
"How 'bout it, guys?" she asked her trusty troupe of Pokemon. "Mind hiking up a snowy mountain?"
Daemyn the Houndoom looked at her in pure disbelief. His master had just escaped a psychopath and his burning house and she was about to take them trudging through freezing conditions? Something about her face, however, was marked with impatience. For some reason M.A. refused to stay still. It was as if she had to keep herself busy, keep walking so that she wasn't caught up in the fear she had felt that one night, a fear that haunted her in her sleep, though she couldn't remember her dreams the next day. M.A. was becoming something of a nomadic photographer, taking pictures of beautiful things she felt would fade before her eyes but refusing to look at them again and reminisce, and refusing most of all to take pictures of human expressions, those false masks. Her backpack began to bulge with pictures that simply gave her a sense of security; they were assurances that what she saw on a day to day basis were real, affirmations of her existence in a world where most things -- people in particular -- were so ambiguous.
But we digress. In short, the team decided that they might as well go up to Snowpoint, as there wasn't anything else in particular that there was to do, and M.A. seemed adamant about having Ulani the Altaria learn all that she missed by her late evolution, so that was that.
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Posted: Sat Sep 18, 2010 2:20 pm
By the time Jasper and his still-sleeping partner reached the bike shop it was open for business, and the boy adjusted his 'scarf' as he entered the shop. There were bicycle parts and tools strewn everywhere, and though to the casual observer the place looked an absolute mess, Jasper was sure the owner knew exactly where everything was at any given time. He strolled up to the counter, taking the voucher from the leather satchel as he did so. He'd been about to ring the bell when a heavyset man came in through the back door. He was carrying a large box, though when he saw Jasper he set it n the counter. "Good morning," he said, in a tenor voice that didn't seem to suit him. "Can I help you with something?"
"Actually, yes," Jasper replied, slapping the coupon down on the counter as though it were a hundred dollar bill. "I have this, I was wondering how one would go about using it."
The man raised an eyebrow and slid the voucher towards him, drumming his sausage-like fingers on the scarred surface of the counter-top. "Hmm," he mumbled, looking from the slip of paper to Jasper a few times, his eyes glimmering with suspicion. "Haven't seen one of these in a while, where'd you get it?"
"My dad," Jasper answered almost instantly, his tone of voice smooth and calm. "He works as a security guard over at the National Park. It was a birthday present." The boy flashed a winning smile to show his excitement, a thought crossing his mind. "I just started out being a Pokemon trainer today," he added after a moment or two. He wasn't sure why he felt the need to lie; perhaps it was just habit. Either way, he didn't like the suspicious way the shop owner was studying him.
"First day as a trainer, eh? I'll tell you what, ridin' around one of my bikes will make your life a lot easier!" He grabbed a stamp pad from nearby and put a large red mark on the bike voucher so it could not be used a second time. "There, now let's go pick out your bicycle, eh?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 18, 2010 6:56 pm
Eraku had nodded off for only a few minutes in the pokemon center when he was awoken by a commotion going on just outside. He got up and walked outside to see what the issue was and to his surprise saw the familiar shape of his friend Roy on the ground and over him was standing were two kids who were shouting at him. “Alright tubby, one last time give us your money or we are gonna have to beat it out of you.” One of the boys said as he kicked Roy square in the gut.
Eraku ran over and stepped in between the prone Roy on the ground and the punks who were picking on him. “Alright boys I think you’ve done enough. I think you two need to leave….NOW!” he said giving staring them down.
“Who do you think you are buddy? All we wanted was for tubby down there to give us a little walking money and he wouldn’t share, so we decided we’d take it ourselves.” One of the punks said glaring at Eraku.
“Once again I said leave, I’m not asking again…” Eraku said as he grabbed the two pokeballs on his belt.
“Oh you wanna fight us? Bring big guy, then we’ll take your money too!” one of the punks said as he tossed a pokeball to the ground.
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Posted: Sat Sep 18, 2010 7:30 pm
Ghos' usual grin found its way back to his face as the Geodude went down. Leon, noticing how pleased Ghos seemed with himself, harboured his own small smile--one that was probably barely noticeable to the woman he was battling, though even then it was much more of an arrogant smirk than anything else.
His smile disappeared as quickly as it had come, however, and he eyed her new Pokémon warily. If he had to guess he would say it was a Normal-type, but this was a Rock-type gym, wasn't it? So he couldn’t help but think it was also a Rock- or Ground-type. Leon's eyes fell on his Pokémon once again, and he shifted his weight as he debated leaving Ghos in the battlefield for this round or sending out Muuma. He had worked hard in the last round, but at the same time, Leon felt that he could hold his own for at least a couple of turns, and even if he did end up having to switch out, at least he could have Ghos weaken the girl's Vigoroth before doing so.
"Ghos, use Will-o-wisp," Leon finally commanded. Ghos happily obliged, having let the previous victory go to his head. He shot the bluish-white flames towards the Vigoroth, which would hopefully hit and burn the Pokémon.
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