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Hello! Welcome to the thread, I suppose. I'm MusikMaestro, and I'll be your author for this little tale.
Lets get straight to the details, shall we? This is a story I've been working on for quite a bit now (I've been kinda drafting it for the last 3 years). It's a "journey fic", which, for those who dot know, means it follows the journey of a trainer/group of trainers on there quest. Thats were the title comes from by the way.
The story follows the tale of a new pokemon trainer, Jake Green, as he travels across Kanto and competes in the league. It also has a hefty amount of side characters, too.
Well then, lets get to it, shall we?
Journeys: Chapter One: Beginnings
Route 25
It was raining. Still. It had been raining for the past three days, and Jake was starting to get just a bit tired of it. His pokemon didn't seem to like it either, judging by there reactions when he tried to send them out so he'd have some company on the journey to the seaside cottage.
He was headed to see Bill, who was, apparently, a world renowned pokemon expert. Jake had never actually heard of him, but everyone in Cerulean city had assured him. So there he was trekking through the rain to go see some guy who probably had nothing more than some pictures of an Eevee.
He finally saw the dim glow of light in the distance, and as he got closer, he started to see what looked a bit like a house. The rain wasn't helping, of course. As he got closer, heresies that yes, it was, in fact, a house. Hopefully seaside cottage. He wasn't in the mood to be told that no, seaside cottage is the other lonesome house on Cerulean Cape. He reached the door, and stood under the porch, taking down his hood. He reached out a hand, and knocked on the door thrice.
He stood there for a few seconds before he heard a crash, as if something had been knocked over, and then footsteps, getting eventually louder as they neared the door. The door was opened, and standing in it was a young man of about 15, with curly brown hair, a blue sweater and some brown pants. Circular spectacles sat on his nose, hiding his green eyes.
"Bill?", Jake asked, hoping he was right.
The man seemed to smile a bit, as if he was used to humouring people who asked that question, then spoke. "Nope. I'm his brother, Ben."
Jake sighed. Great. Brilliant. Unless... "You're not just being sarcastic, are you?"
'Ben' laughed. "No, I seriously am his brother. You should come in", he said, before walking off down the hallway. Jake followed him. Even if this wasn't Bill, it was at least better than facing the rain.
As he walked, he saw pictures on the wall, of Ben and some other guy. The other guy looked a few years older, and lacked the glasses Ben possessed. Ben pointed them out. "That other guy is Bill. I guess you're here to see him?"
"Yeah", Jake replied. "I heard he's some kind of pokemon expert?"
Ben scoffed. "So he says. He's more a computer geek. He invented the pokemon storage system." Ben turned around, and reached out a hand. "I'm his little brother. I come up to his cottage and help him out every summer. Although, I admit, this isn't exactly what I'd call summer."
They entered a kitchen, with almost every surface covered in books. On the table in the centre sat a computer, which was lying on its side, and a large of paper, all covered in illegible scrawls, with the occasional scribbled diagram. Ben sat the computer upright, and moved a pile of paper away from part of the desk, leaving the area in front of a chair clear.
"Take a seat", Ben said, pulling the chair out.
Jake sat, and asked, "Is Bill here?"
"He took off for some awards ceremony in Fuschia City a couple days ago, and I haven't heard from him since. He might be back soon", Ben said, pouring the contents of a kettle into two cups. "Or, he might not."
"Oh, right." Jake stood. "I should probably get going, if he isn't here."
Ben handed him a cup, and sat at a chair infront of the computer. He took a sip, then spoke: "It's fine." He noticed the pokeballs on Jakes belt, and asked: "You're a trainer?"
Jake sat again. "Huh? Oh yeah. I just started. Kanto's my first league."
"Oh yeah? You're what, 15? Bit old for a new trainer, isn't it?"
"Yeah. 15. But I was nine when the last Kanto league took place, so I was too young then, and my parents didn't want to send me abroad incase I sucked and lost all my money for the plane back."
"Woah. Nice parents."
"Yeah, well", Jake said, and took a sip from his cup. It was tea. Not really something he was too fond of. He tried not to make a bid deal out of spitting it back in. "But, I just started a few weeks ago. It's been pretty hectic."
"Tell me. We've got a while til Bill comes back, and this is one way to spend it, so..."
"Well, if you wanna listen." Jake took out a pokeball, and released the pokemon from the inside. "This is my first pokemon. I picked him up a few weeks ago, at the Oak pokemon lab..."
Pallet Town, a few weeks earlier
A Bus pulled in to Pallet Town station, and slowly slid to a halt. I was early, about 6:30, and the Bus was devoid of any passengers apart from the driver, his chatot, and Jake. Jake hopped up, and walked down the aisle.
"Have a nice day", the Chatot, obviously trained said, and Jake nodded towards the bus driver, before stepping off. The bus pulled off, leaving Jake standing there under the early morning sun. He was wearing green camo shorts, a brown t-shirt, and white running shoes. He had messy brown hair, and bright blue eyes.
He took out his Pokegear, and opened the map. He checked it, and found the Oak pokemon lab, and set off for it. His parents had also given him Oaks phone number, which he rang.
"Hello? Oak pokemon lab", a female voice said.
"Hello, Professor? This is Jake? I think my parents said I'd be coming."
There was silence on the other end, before an answer finally came. "Uhmm, Jake Green right? Yeah, the professors expecting you. Seven O'Clock, right?"
"Yeah, I think so."
"Ok, cool. I'm the Prof's assistant, Sarah. I'll be waiting outside of the lab for you at about... 6:45, 'k?"
"Right. See you, then".
Sara hung up on the other end, and Jake continued along the route provided to him by his Pokegear. He would probably get there for 6:45, he hoped.
Jake turned up at the lab on time, and was greeted by a young girl, about his age in a long white lab coat open on the front, showing a purple knee length dress. She had long blond hair, tied up in a ponytail falling down until the small of her back.
She waved over to him. "Hey! Jake, right? You look just like your file picture."
Oak had a file picture for him? That was a bit weird? Did his parents give him that? Suddenly, he realised this girl was probably waiting for a response. "Um... Sara, right? You.. sound just like you did on the phone?"
She laughed. "Yeah, I'm Sara. I guess you do too." She walked off, beckoning him. "Come on. The Profs waiting in the main lab."
He followed her up the hill to Oaks lab, and she stopped at the door, and lowered her eyes down to a black box on the wall.
"Is that a... Retinal scanner? How paranoid is the professor?"
She laughed again. "Naw, that's just the mail box. Me and the professor had a be on whether you'd fall for it." She opened the door, and lead him in.
The walked through the labs corridors in awkward silence, Jake still kinda stung from falling for such an obvious prank. He noticed a bunch of awards and degrees up on the wall. Probably the Professors.
Sarah broke the silence. "I guess he owes me five bucks." They reached a door, and Sara typed in a code, and it slid open.
"Ah, Sara! And you must be Jake!", a booming voice announced. "I'm Samuel Oak. This is my lab. But you probably already knew that." Oak popped out from under a desk, with loads of wires under. The professor had probably been working on it. Probably. He was wearing the same kind of lab coat as Sara, and had a white sweater and brown pants on under it. He also had grey short hair.
He stuck out a hand. "Anyway, it's great to meet you."
Jake returned the shake. "Good to meet you too. Professor."
"Oh, just Prof, will do. Sara informs me that it will "endear me to the youth"." Sara chuckled behind Oak, know under the same desk, working on the same bunch of wires. "Know then, if the footage from my security camera outside is right, I owe Sara five bucks. The pokemon are over there", he said, pointing towards a desk in the back of the lab. I'll be over in a minute. Take your pick."
The Professor walked over to Sara, and Jake headed over towards the table Oak pointed out. There were three pokeballs on the table, with labels infront of them. Bulbasuar, Charmander and Squirtle. Jake had thought about this. Hell, he'd had a whole bus ride to think it over. He reached over towards the ball he would choose, and picked it up, releasing the creature from inside.
The Professor walked over, and saw the small bipedal creature Jake had released. It was orange in colour, and had small fangs coming out of its mouth. It's tail was on fire, and it's underbelly was white. It also had three small claws on its hands and feet.
"Ah, you've chosen Charmander then. Good choice", Oak said. "Now then, if you'll just follow me outside, well get you set-up for the league.
END
Next Time: Jakes first battle!
So, thoughts? Constructive criticism is heartily welcomed.
Lets get straight to the details, shall we? This is a story I've been working on for quite a bit now (I've been kinda drafting it for the last 3 years). It's a "journey fic", which, for those who dot know, means it follows the journey of a trainer/group of trainers on there quest. Thats were the title comes from by the way.
The story follows the tale of a new pokemon trainer, Jake Green, as he travels across Kanto and competes in the league. It also has a hefty amount of side characters, too.
Well then, lets get to it, shall we?
Journeys: Chapter One: Beginnings
Route 25
It was raining. Still. It had been raining for the past three days, and Jake was starting to get just a bit tired of it. His pokemon didn't seem to like it either, judging by there reactions when he tried to send them out so he'd have some company on the journey to the seaside cottage.
He was headed to see Bill, who was, apparently, a world renowned pokemon expert. Jake had never actually heard of him, but everyone in Cerulean city had assured him. So there he was trekking through the rain to go see some guy who probably had nothing more than some pictures of an Eevee.
He finally saw the dim glow of light in the distance, and as he got closer, he started to see what looked a bit like a house. The rain wasn't helping, of course. As he got closer, heresies that yes, it was, in fact, a house. Hopefully seaside cottage. He wasn't in the mood to be told that no, seaside cottage is the other lonesome house on Cerulean Cape. He reached the door, and stood under the porch, taking down his hood. He reached out a hand, and knocked on the door thrice.
He stood there for a few seconds before he heard a crash, as if something had been knocked over, and then footsteps, getting eventually louder as they neared the door. The door was opened, and standing in it was a young man of about 15, with curly brown hair, a blue sweater and some brown pants. Circular spectacles sat on his nose, hiding his green eyes.
"Bill?", Jake asked, hoping he was right.
The man seemed to smile a bit, as if he was used to humouring people who asked that question, then spoke. "Nope. I'm his brother, Ben."
Jake sighed. Great. Brilliant. Unless... "You're not just being sarcastic, are you?"
'Ben' laughed. "No, I seriously am his brother. You should come in", he said, before walking off down the hallway. Jake followed him. Even if this wasn't Bill, it was at least better than facing the rain.
As he walked, he saw pictures on the wall, of Ben and some other guy. The other guy looked a few years older, and lacked the glasses Ben possessed. Ben pointed them out. "That other guy is Bill. I guess you're here to see him?"
"Yeah", Jake replied. "I heard he's some kind of pokemon expert?"
Ben scoffed. "So he says. He's more a computer geek. He invented the pokemon storage system." Ben turned around, and reached out a hand. "I'm his little brother. I come up to his cottage and help him out every summer. Although, I admit, this isn't exactly what I'd call summer."
They entered a kitchen, with almost every surface covered in books. On the table in the centre sat a computer, which was lying on its side, and a large of paper, all covered in illegible scrawls, with the occasional scribbled diagram. Ben sat the computer upright, and moved a pile of paper away from part of the desk, leaving the area in front of a chair clear.
"Take a seat", Ben said, pulling the chair out.
Jake sat, and asked, "Is Bill here?"
"He took off for some awards ceremony in Fuschia City a couple days ago, and I haven't heard from him since. He might be back soon", Ben said, pouring the contents of a kettle into two cups. "Or, he might not."
"Oh, right." Jake stood. "I should probably get going, if he isn't here."
Ben handed him a cup, and sat at a chair infront of the computer. He took a sip, then spoke: "It's fine." He noticed the pokeballs on Jakes belt, and asked: "You're a trainer?"
Jake sat again. "Huh? Oh yeah. I just started. Kanto's my first league."
"Oh yeah? You're what, 15? Bit old for a new trainer, isn't it?"
"Yeah. 15. But I was nine when the last Kanto league took place, so I was too young then, and my parents didn't want to send me abroad incase I sucked and lost all my money for the plane back."
"Woah. Nice parents."
"Yeah, well", Jake said, and took a sip from his cup. It was tea. Not really something he was too fond of. He tried not to make a bid deal out of spitting it back in. "But, I just started a few weeks ago. It's been pretty hectic."
"Tell me. We've got a while til Bill comes back, and this is one way to spend it, so..."
"Well, if you wanna listen." Jake took out a pokeball, and released the pokemon from the inside. "This is my first pokemon. I picked him up a few weeks ago, at the Oak pokemon lab..."
Pallet Town, a few weeks earlier
A Bus pulled in to Pallet Town station, and slowly slid to a halt. I was early, about 6:30, and the Bus was devoid of any passengers apart from the driver, his chatot, and Jake. Jake hopped up, and walked down the aisle.
"Have a nice day", the Chatot, obviously trained said, and Jake nodded towards the bus driver, before stepping off. The bus pulled off, leaving Jake standing there under the early morning sun. He was wearing green camo shorts, a brown t-shirt, and white running shoes. He had messy brown hair, and bright blue eyes.
He took out his Pokegear, and opened the map. He checked it, and found the Oak pokemon lab, and set off for it. His parents had also given him Oaks phone number, which he rang.
"Hello? Oak pokemon lab", a female voice said.
"Hello, Professor? This is Jake? I think my parents said I'd be coming."
There was silence on the other end, before an answer finally came. "Uhmm, Jake Green right? Yeah, the professors expecting you. Seven O'Clock, right?"
"Yeah, I think so."
"Ok, cool. I'm the Prof's assistant, Sarah. I'll be waiting outside of the lab for you at about... 6:45, 'k?"
"Right. See you, then".
Sara hung up on the other end, and Jake continued along the route provided to him by his Pokegear. He would probably get there for 6:45, he hoped.
Jake turned up at the lab on time, and was greeted by a young girl, about his age in a long white lab coat open on the front, showing a purple knee length dress. She had long blond hair, tied up in a ponytail falling down until the small of her back.
She waved over to him. "Hey! Jake, right? You look just like your file picture."
Oak had a file picture for him? That was a bit weird? Did his parents give him that? Suddenly, he realised this girl was probably waiting for a response. "Um... Sara, right? You.. sound just like you did on the phone?"
She laughed. "Yeah, I'm Sara. I guess you do too." She walked off, beckoning him. "Come on. The Profs waiting in the main lab."
He followed her up the hill to Oaks lab, and she stopped at the door, and lowered her eyes down to a black box on the wall.
"Is that a... Retinal scanner? How paranoid is the professor?"
She laughed again. "Naw, that's just the mail box. Me and the professor had a be on whether you'd fall for it." She opened the door, and lead him in.
The walked through the labs corridors in awkward silence, Jake still kinda stung from falling for such an obvious prank. He noticed a bunch of awards and degrees up on the wall. Probably the Professors.
Sarah broke the silence. "I guess he owes me five bucks." They reached a door, and Sara typed in a code, and it slid open.
"Ah, Sara! And you must be Jake!", a booming voice announced. "I'm Samuel Oak. This is my lab. But you probably already knew that." Oak popped out from under a desk, with loads of wires under. The professor had probably been working on it. Probably. He was wearing the same kind of lab coat as Sara, and had a white sweater and brown pants on under it. He also had grey short hair.
He stuck out a hand. "Anyway, it's great to meet you."
Jake returned the shake. "Good to meet you too. Professor."
"Oh, just Prof, will do. Sara informs me that it will "endear me to the youth"." Sara chuckled behind Oak, know under the same desk, working on the same bunch of wires. "Know then, if the footage from my security camera outside is right, I owe Sara five bucks. The pokemon are over there", he said, pointing towards a desk in the back of the lab. I'll be over in a minute. Take your pick."
The Professor walked over to Sara, and Jake headed over towards the table Oak pointed out. There were three pokeballs on the table, with labels infront of them. Bulbasuar, Charmander and Squirtle. Jake had thought about this. Hell, he'd had a whole bus ride to think it over. He reached over towards the ball he would choose, and picked it up, releasing the creature from inside.
The Professor walked over, and saw the small bipedal creature Jake had released. It was orange in colour, and had small fangs coming out of its mouth. It's tail was on fire, and it's underbelly was white. It also had three small claws on its hands and feet.
"Ah, you've chosen Charmander then. Good choice", Oak said. "Now then, if you'll just follow me outside, well get you set-up for the league.
END
Next Time: Jakes first battle!
So, thoughts? Constructive criticism is heartily welcomed.