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Old September 29th, 2011, 10:26 PM
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>> The Road to Victory
"Is just a few steps out your door."

Your time is now. The mint green envelope before you will explain everything. I inquire that you speak of this to no one - her spies are among even your most trusted friends.


>> The Message

Hello, young trainer.
My name is Bastion, and I have come to offer you a choice. We have been watching you for a while. Finally after so long we think you are ready. Ready for a grand adventure. One with great challenges but with also with great consequences should you fail.

I am offering you a chance at your Pokémon Journey. One you have been denied time and time again. Should you accept I will prepare you with a Pokémon and some equipment you will need.

Be wary though for this is unlike any other Journey.

I require something very special of you - very special indeed. You are to deliver a package to me. Not yet! No, we must wait. I will only ask for this package when the time is right. So for now you must carry it with you on your Journey.

Also, what I ask of you is that you must never give in to the temptations of the watchful eyes that follow you even at this moment. There is a force out there who will stop at nothing to keep your from your destiny and from delivering this package.

You must meet at the start of Route 1, just outside Pallet Town. There will be something special waiting for you there. If you choose to walk down this road then it is only just a few steps out your door.

Never give up! All I can tell you is that the Balance is in your hands.

Until we speak again,

- Bastion

(P.S. It is very crucial that you never let the Ice touch you!)

>>The Chosen Few


You are an aspiring Trainer, who has been denied their chance at a Pokémon Journey. Finally at last you get a chance from a very mysterious Bastion - who leaves you a strange and obscure note.

This same note was sent to five others.
Six people in total have been contacted.

You, living in the lovely Region of Kanto, must take your first steps onto Route 1 where your Pokémon, supplies, and a Package for each Trainer will be waiting. All those contacted will be here.

Along with another mint green envelope containing your next instructions.

Finally at last your Journey has begun . . . but it will be far different than what you had ever imagined.

Are you ready?

Meet the Trainers:
Thomas Bartholomew Lakeland (played by Nate_Dawg)
Spoiler:
Name: Thomas Bartholomew Lakeland

Nickname: Shades

Age: 17

Place of Birth: We will just say Vermilion City

Appearance: The boy is a well built and well-developed youth with dark skin and an overall demeanor of “leave me alone.” Thick, well kempt dreadlocks fall in a graceful frame (except on the rare occasion a tie binds them helplessly behind the boy’s head) around the dark skinned youth’s facial feature, covering up his rather large ears in the process. Dark, deep-set eyes stare uncomfortably at the world that passes them, moving it a timid manner that is odd for the young man’s overall size. Purposely, the outside world is not given opportunity to view what those dark eyes might hold due to a rather dark pair of cheap sunglasses propped upon a flat nose with a tendency to flare when place in a socially situation. White teeth and a fantastic smile hide timidly behind nervous lips. A strong jaw and chin finish out an otherwise handsome face if not for the uncomfortable demeanor that holds it together.

The boy’s body is that of one who has spent a good deal of time lifting and moving things. A thick neck attached to thick shoulders attached to thick arms attached to etc. He is a thick individual. Standing only 5’7”, Thomas’s body is very compact and possesses a lot of strength. Rough hands in continuous motion can be seen moving in various places on the boy’s body: running through his hair, entering and leaving the saw-dusty jean pockets, or fidgeting with the top button of his thick, red button up shirt whose sleeves are usually rolled up to the elbows. A simple brown belt holds up the jeans that cover the boy’s short of strong legs. Worn brown work boots cover the callous feet and dirty brown socks of someone who would rather spend his time in a workshop than on the road. An old, dirty brown backpack is thrown over his right shoulder when traveling. The only items of interest carried in his bag are a fiddle (which can be seen sticking out of the top of the bag), some replacement strings, and some simple carving tools.

Personality: Thomas is a young man of very few words. He speaks few words because words are overused and misused far too often by people seeking to lie, cheat, flattery, steal, hurt, or to simple get a laugh at the expense of someone else. Yes, words have a tendency to cut without intention or reveal secretes that didn’t even exist. And the damned tongue does nothing to aid in this ongoing disaster. Sly and slippery, the tongue is completely untamable by man. Thomas decided a long time ago that it would be best to just keep the beast in its cage as often as possible. When he does speak, however, Thomas tends to show wisdom far beyond his age. Many would consider this a wonderful thing. The many would be correct if it weren’t for the fact that Thomas was absolutely terrified of any group larger than 1. The poor guy is probably one of the most socially awkward people you will ever meet. This tends to cause Thomas to shy away from situations that involve…well, people. That would not be completely correct. Thomas loves helping people…just as long as they don’t know about it or give him any credit.

For all of his strength, Thomas is an extremely gentle young man. His muscles have never been used for anything other than creating. Thomas has never gotten into a fight. In fact, he has never even been in a position where fighting was an option. So, it is probably impossible to actually know how the young man would handle himself in a fistfight (I think he would do well). Thomas is very slow to anger. Insults tend to be too petty and weak to warrant a response, and physical attacks rarely hold the power to put a dent in the solid young man. The only real way to get a rise out of the young man would be to hurt a woman in his presence, though that is just a speculation (I wouldn’t take the risk of trying to find out what would happen though).

Thomas spends a lot of time in his own mind. Probably a little too much time. He tends to forget things easily and unintentionally ignore people who are trying to talk to him. Whether working in a workshop or just walking from place to place, Thomas is constantly engrossed in the wonders of the world and life in general. A poet at heart, Thomas spend much of his free time reading books of every variety, carving different items from spare piece of wood, or playing his fiddle. Thomas’s main reason for wishing to begin his pokemon journey is the same reason that has caused men throughout history to do things, a woman. More particularly, he wants to collect as many pokemon as he can so he can show her all the amazing creatures there are in the world. It is a simple desire, but work just fine for a simple young man.

History: Thomas lost both of his parents when he was only six years old. Seeing that statement, one would obviously assume that both of his parents had passed away in some way or another. While no life had left their bodies, they might as well been dead for all that their son saw of them. Both of his parents (Wolfgang Lakeland and Alexis Freemont) were extremely talented pokemon trainers. They had met during their travels, continued traveling together, fell in love, married, settled down, and had a healthy boy. What else could you want? Apparently something that could not be found with your son. Thomas was left in the care or his elderly grandmother as his lovingy parents went off to enjoy more of their adventures without the burden of a child. So you might have to excuse Thomas if he didn’t particularly enjoy the thought of going off on his own little adventure any time soon, abandoning his life and responsibilities….not to mention love. Oh sure, his parents wrote letter and kept in contact as often as possible. They would talk about all the amazing adventure they were having and all the wonderful sights they were seeing and how much they loved him. There was even a time that the boy lived for those calls and letters. That changed when they broke their promise to come back. Eventually the letters stopped coming. The phone no longer contained their voices. Thomas was 9 at the time, almost ten. That was 7 years ago.

There is more you need to know to completely under why Thomas hated the idea of having his own pokemon. Not long after his parents stopped contacting him, the boy’s grandmother became sick. The doctor’s did not think it was very serious. “She’ll be better in no time,” they said. Surprise, surprise….they were wrong. Not being old enough to take care of himself and with his parents nowhere to be found, the boy was to be sent to an orphanage in one of the larger cities nearby. (You might be wondering where Thomas lives about now. Well, considering that the dark skinned youth does not like to tell….anyone really, I struggle to see why you should know. But I guess some would consider it important, so I will tell you that it was a little town called Libdon that is found not too far outside of Vermilion City. Anyways back to the history.) Thankfully, before that could happen, the local carpenter/contractor stepped up and offered to give the boy a place to live. The man’s name was Barsidious Donaldson, and he had been a long time good friend of Thomas’s father. It would later be revealed that the man was actually his guardian, but that isn’t important now. The man gave Thomas a place to focus his anger at his parents for leaving him. He gave him something to do. He tried multiple times to speak to the boy about why his parents left, but Thomas would have nothing of it, though he would eventually learn that they had been killed on their way back home 7 years ago. The desire to find out why still exist in the young man, but he hasn’t decided to pursue the knowledge yet.

As time past, Thomas became a part of the Donaldson family. Mary, the wife, was hesitant at first, but as time went by Thomas proved to be a much needed help to Barsidious. The boy picked up Barsidious’s craft rather quickly and was on the fast track to taking up the business himself one day. And it wasn’t just the mother that was warming up to the boy. Meagan Donaldson, who was a year younger than the boy, and Thomas had taken quite a liking to each other. Barsidious had even taken up the habit of asking when the wedding was going to be (joking of course, but he was quite aware that it was a possibility). Yes, everything was going well. So well in fact that when the time came for Thomas to choose whether to go on his pokemon adventure, the young man decided against it. He was needed at home. He wanted to be at home.

Unfortunately, things have a tendency to fall a part. I would love to tell you what changed in between Thomas decision to not go on his journey at 13 and receiving a letter from Bastion 5 days ago. I would love to tell you but I won’t. It isn’t my place to tell you. If you truly want to know, you are going to have to pry it out of Thomas. Approach the topic is caution though. Let’s just say he is doing it for a girl. That gives you more than you need, but not enough to do any damage. Regardless, Thomas now finds himself far from home with little knowledge of what is in store from him. Even worse, he doesn’t know much about pokemon. His resolve, however, is stronger than ever.

Extra Information: Thomas is going for the typical guy pokemon collection. Mostly, anything that is fluffy and cute…wait…what?


Alexandra "Lexia" Huntis (played by Niriate)
Spoiler:
Name: Alexandra "Lexia" Huntis

Nickname: Lone Wolf

Age: 15

Place of Birth: Fuchsia City, Kanto

Appearance:
Alexandra is tall, very tall, almost disturbingly tall for her age. Standing at a good 6'3" and having a figure to match her length, many have misjudged her age by a good 3-4 years. Her pure white hair flows along her back to reach down to her waistline, that is, if she's not got it bound together in the usual ponytail that she wears.
Her skin is a similar tone to her townsmen, a healthy fleshy-pink color with hints of brown in it. While her homeplace isn't the ideal place to get a tan, Lexia loves being outdoors so the hours in the open have had their effect on her.
If one would describe her in one word, most would come up with lanky or athletic. The build of someone that spends her days running for miles or swimming for hours in nearby lakes.

Alexandra is usually seen wearing a pair of cut-off, baggy jeans with lots of grass stains and rips in them. Her t-shirt is usually tied into a knot just above her midriff, it as well being smudged and stained. However, this is just the look that she lets people see, since they make her daily routine a lot easier.
The black backpack she has on her back contains a spare set of clothes that are almost always squeaky clean, a survivalist guide and several bottles of water and healing potion. Like everything she seems to wear, the backpack is ragged and well-worn, though still very functional.

Personality:
Alexandra is a very outgoing, carefree girl on the outside that loves to spend time outdoors, but that is only part of the story. On the inside, she's very uncertain about her future and often hesitant to make important decisions. While she loves to chat, most of the topics she likes to talk about are not concerning Pokemon, but more about nature, food or even just the weather.

Alexandra spends nearly all her time outdoor thus has very little social differentiation, she treats everyone equal no matter their age or experiences in life, much to the infuriation of her parents, which see it as a lack of respect towards the elderly. While Alexandra has a good deal of respect for the elders, she just lacks the right ways to show that.
While other kids are busy training their Pokemon, she's busy training herself through shadowboxing or meditation.
There are even rumors that she's been spotted sparring with a teenage Kangaskhan, but she just laughs when people bring it up and waves it away.

History:
Fuchsia City, the town of Poison Pokemon. Where every kid that ever learnt to train Pokemon started with an Ekans, a Weedle or a Venonat. Because that's what was needed to fulfill the dreams of the youngsters.. become a member in Koga and Janine's Gym.
But for Alexandra, that wasn't the way to fight. On her 10th birthday, her parents gave her the -in her opinion- worst birthday gift ever, a choice between three Poison-type starter Pokemon. The young girl had seen how Poison Pokemon fought and it wasn't how she wanted to fight.

Her parents misunderstood her unwillingness to pick a Pokemon as her being ungrateful to them for their gift and snuffed her for it. "If you want to be rebel, fine.. but you're not getting a Pokemon until you grow up then" is what her mom said to her. For Alexandra, this wasn't a big deal anyway, rather not have a Pokemon then have a Poison type was her own reasoning for it.
It also didn't help that at that age, she was scared, terrified infact of Bug Pokemon. And since most Poison types available in the nearly woods were also Bug-types, it only enforced her unwillingness to start her journey.

In the years following, Alexandra slowly got over her fear of Bugs, though she's still adamant in her personal ban on Poison types. Over the years, the nearby Safari Zone has been the place where she could out her frustrations with her not-understanding parents and the sneering remarks she'd get from Trainers.
It was only because the Safari Zone at that time didn't contain any Pokemon suitable for a starting Trainer that she was still Pokemon-less.

But now, with the mysterious letter from Bastion, the road is finally open for her to start the journey she's always wanted to make, with a Pokemon she doesn't dislike... hopefully...

Additional Information:
As stated in her History, Alexandra has a deep disliking of Poison-type Pokemon. In her eyes, Trainers that use them are weaker then others, who have to rely on the cheap tactic of poisoning their enemy. This can lead to her underestimating opponents who use them.

If she faces a Trainer who uses a Poison-type, she aims to finish the battle as soon as possible, causing her to make reckless moves.


Sapphire Duskwood (played by miley810)
Spoiler:
  • Name: Sapphire Duskwood
  • Nickname: Sapph
  • Age: 15
  • Place of Birth: Cerulon City (Incase I didn't spell that right, the place where Misty's gym is)
  • Appearance:
Sapphire has light brown hair and emrald green eyes. Her bangs covor her right eye. Her skin is 'golden colored'. She is fairly skinny, and weighs three pounds less than she should. Sapphire stands 5"11.




Sapphire wears a brandeis blue thickish strapped tank top looking shirt. The straps are black. She wears white capris For shoes she wears blue jean material sneakers and white socks. Sapphire wears a royal blue thin headband, with a small bow. She wears two dodger blue thick braclets. She carries a dark brown leather decent sized messanger style bag, that she keeps cloths, supplies, and other stuff in.
  • Personality:
Sapphire is cheerful, but not annoyingly cheerful. She can become sad or disappointed easily though. Sapphire has gone through a lot in her life (veiw history for more information) but she keeps her chin up. She always tries to help, and it breaks her heart to see one of her friends sad.

Sapphire always feels the need to be helping someone. She usually helps around her hometown. No matter how sad she feels, she'll help anyone who needs it. She could be considered a 'goody goody', and she's been called it before, but she just ignores it when she is called a GG. She is very forgiving.
  • History:
Sapphire's parents got shot when she was five, and she was put up for adoption. She was adopted by a young couple, who took good care of her. Sense Sapphire is 'weak' and emotional, she was bullied around a lot at school. She ignored it for the most part, but once when a kid slammed her into a wall she had to go to the nurse. She forgave the kid when they sincerly apalogised, she is very forgiving.

Sapphire has some friends, but some people are really rude. When she asked to be friends with them, they'd reply with something like 'I don't want to be known as a girl who's friends with GG." which kind of disappointed Sapphire. She is kind of good at recovoring fairly quickly when sad, disappointed, or emotionaly hurt. Sapphire usually didn't fight back when being bullied.

  • Extra Information:


Elise Bryant (played by PsychoJigglypuff)
Spoiler:
Name: Elise Bryant

Age: 16

Place of Birth: Saffron City

Appearance: Elise stands around 5'5", and has a medium body build. Her skin is a bit pale from not enough sun exposure, and can burn very easily. She has thin, dark brown hair. It is about shoulder length, but she typically keeps it up in a tight bun. Her eyes are close-set and hazel, with rectangular glasses framing them. Her eyesight is very poor, so she is essentially blind without her glasses.

Elise's fashion sense is much more suited to city life than travel. Her typical attire consists of white jeans, and a nice purple blouse. Her shoes are simple, black flats. She doesn't have any piercings, not even in her ears, and doesn't wear any other jewelry either. She does wear a silver watch on her right wrist, so she can keep track of time. A large, black purse is kept safely on her shoulder at all times. It contains a simple t-shirt and blue jeans in case she needs an extra set of clothes, a daily planner, a stain remover pen, a bottle of painkiller pills, bandaids, hand sanitizer, as well as her valuables.

Personality: Elise is a very responsible, hard-working girl. She always feels the need to assist people who need it. As a result, she tends to take on more than she can handle, and overwork herself. Even so, she always feels the need to care for other people and their problems. Her own wants and desires are kept to herself.

In any new environment, she feels very nervous. Around people she just met, she is very reserved. She is always wary of trying different things, and would much rather stick with something she knows is safe. When she's with close friends and family, she is much calmer and relaxed.

Elise tries to be prepared for anything that may happen, which is why she brings so many things with her. She writes down everything she is going to do or needs to know, just to make sure she won't forget it. She also tends to be a neat-freak when it comes to her appearance or home. Everything has to look tidy and presentable. She doesn't understand sloppy people, but she does envy their care-free lifestyle.

History: As a child, Elise was very ambitious. She wanted to become the greatest Pokémon trainer who ever lived, just like her mother. Of course, her mother wasn't actually "the greatest", but she was a huge role model for her daughter. She was very kind and nurturing, but strict when she needed to be. She also told fantastic stories of her days as a trainer, which Elise and her younger siblings would listen to in awe.

When Elise was 10, the year she was planning on becoming a Pokémon trainer, her mother fell terribly ill. Although her father took time off of work to care for her, she still would not recover. She was hospitalized for quite a while, but she never made it. Since her father couldn't look after the children himself, it was up to Elise to take care of her three younger siblings. Despite her strong desire to become a trainer, she simply could not leave her family at this sensitive time.

Six years have past since then. The sting of her mother's passing has long since left the family, and instead they fondly regard their memories of her from time to time. Elise still acts as the caretaker for her siblings, but they are much older now, and could probably take care of themselves. Still, she feels responsible for them, and doesn't want to leave them without a constant guardian.

However, one day she received a mysterious letter. One that awoke her dormant desires and aspirations…


Nicholas Lorren (played by eveelution)
Spoiler:
Name: Nicholas Owen Lorren
Nickname: Nick
Age: 15
Town of Birth: Celedon City

Appearance: Nicholas is easily described as pallid. His eyes are a washed out brown, and his skin is a sickly gray. Nicholas’ lips are no exception in their paleness. They are also thin, like his body. His body is truly wimpy, with little muscles on his long thin arms or legs. Another contradiction is between his thin sharp limbs and his round eyes and button nose. In contradiction to his pallid color Nicholas has bright yellow hair that has never been bleached by the sun. His cheek bones are also strong, providing a potential to be handsome if Nicholas spent more time in the sun to regain some color.

A sheltered boy, Nicholas wears more “preppy” clothes. A nice collared shirt is preferred, usually striped and with long sleeves. Club shorts and pants are always popular, though Nicholas may wear jeans if it is not a school day. Whenever possible, Nicholas will also wear one of three identical knock-off cashmere sweaters; a striped sweater with alternating shades of light brown, as pallid as his eyes. As soon as Nicholas got the letter he bought an old-time news boy hat that he refuses to take off.

Personality: Childish, immature, introverted and shy are words used to describe Nicholas. He can also be described as imaginative, silly, trusting, and whimsical. Coupled with his innate quietness, Nicholas’ lack of social interaction has led him to be quiet and introverted. He has also been spoiled and babied, and hasn’t experienced many hardships. He subconsciously expects things to come as easily as the ‘A’s he gets in his classes. When facing failure and hardships, Nicholas is easily daunted and quick to whine. He believes otherwise though, convinced that he is one of the brave and noble heroes in his books. He has so ingrained books into his world that the two often merge in his mind. He always comes back to earth and accepts reality, though fantasy makes his world much more fun.

Nicholas has replaced his social interaction with story and fantasy, allowing his already ample imagination to take over. Though he is physically and mentally fifteen, Nicholas has not emotionally matured past eleven or twelve, leading to a naiveté and innocence. Naturally shy around others, puberty has made him almost impossibly shy around girls. His undoubtedly wimpy physique doesn’t help.

History: Nicholas has never had siblings, and his parents have always smothered him whenever they were home. They weren’t home very often, though. Nicholas’ father worked in the stock market and owned a small deodorant company, while Nicholas’ mother worked as a secretary for a high-ranking government official. Nicholas was born introverted and so wasn’t bothered. He satisfied his need for companionship with books as soon as he could read. By the time he was in second grade he could read middle school books and he was always the top of his class, undoubtedly. That was all he ever was. He has never been popular or good in sports. In reality he isn’t even the smartest. He is just good at studying.

Upon reaching middle school Nicholas started thinking about his future. One fad has followed another and so far Nicholas has decided to be an astronaut, an artist, a physicist, a doctor, a food critic, various sports stars, and assorted other careers. Now in high school, Nicholas still hasn’t decided what he wants to be, though his father is pushing him to take up the family business. When Nicholas got the letter from Bastion, he immediately left his parents a note telling them that he had got a scholarship to become a Pokémon trainer and that they could call him on his cell phone. That phone and his non-school clothes is all he took with him beside his Kanto Union credit card. A greyhound took him to Vermillion City’s “Diglett Cave,” where Nicholas joined a group of trainers traveling to Route 2. After that it was easy to walk to Route 1.

Extra Information: Nicholas is seriously spooked by clefairys after he read a book about them.


William Garret (played by Discordant Harmony)
Spoiler:
Name: William Garret
Nickname: Digits
Age: 17
Place of Birth: Saffron City

Appearance:
William looks less like someone you would expect to be asked to help with anything, and more like the type of person who made you want to stay on the other side of the street. A ragged mop of filthy, curled black hair, probably infested with lice- maybe even fleas- sits above his gaunt face. A slightly pointed left ear makes him appear lopsided, when it isn’t hidden in said mop. The boy’s dark blue eyes have bags under them due to lack of sleep, and constantly dart about, watching everything with paranoid attention. Under the young man’s small, skinny nose, a crooked yellow smile displays Will’s poor dental hygiene. The canine tooth is missing from the upper left side, further contributing to his lopsided appearance. His face bears unshaved stubble.

Standing at 6’4’’, William Garret is little more than bone and muscle (muscle simply meaning lean, rather than a build like a weight lifter. The potential is there, but a lack of proper nutrition has stunted that potential strength). For clothing, William wears a pair of blue jeans, held up by an average looking belt, so worn and bleached from sun exposure that they look almost white. His thin frame is covered by a slightly ripped spring jacket, blue and white, under which he wears a grey sleeveless shirt. Clashing, pristine black and red runners cover his feet, newly ‘acquired’. To carry his few personal items, William has a light satchel he carries at his side.

Personality:
Being raised as he was, Will is independent and, in most cases, cold. A stone heart and underdeveloped conscience ensure no regrets get in the way of survival. The young man has a fiery temper on him, inherited from his mother’s side, but has learned to keep his emotions under control. By which I of course mean he bottles it all up to take out somewhere else later. From his father’s side, William learned that the best solution is to weasel your way out of your problems, rather than face them head on.

History:
By this point, it is probably obvious William’s past hasn’t been flowers and rainbows. He was born as the result of a one-night stand between a ruthless Silph Co. businesswoman, and a ‘procurer of wares’ she had had dealings with. At the age of the, William’s father came into the woman’s home and kidnapped his illegitimate son. From that point on, William was raised to be a thief. He was taught to take care of himself, how to pick locks, how to avoid detection, and how to case a location for burglary. During Will’s free time he was allowed to do whatever he wanted, be it drinking, gambling, or watching old movies on a busted up VHS player.

When Will was thirteen, some men came into the safehouse to collect on his father’s gambling debt. Unable to pay, Mr. Garret was shot to death. The men took Will with them, and forced him to work off his father’s debt by stealing things for them. For the past four years, that debt has remained stubbornly unpaid, and William has begun to get restless. During his most recent break-in, a small suburban home on the edge of the city, he found what he believed was the chance to finally get out of his servitude, a mysterious letter from a man named Bastion.

Extra Information:


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Old October 2nd, 2011, 06:12 PM
Nate_Dawg
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OOC: Guess I'll start things off. Decided to try a few different things. Nothing big, just small styles things. Looking forward to role-playing with all of you.

Thomas Bartholomew Lakeland

100 steps forward, 30 to the right

It was raining again. In fact, it had been raining for the past three days. Three days since he left home, three days of rain. It was almost poetic if not just a tad overkill. The rain was constant and persistent. It was the kind of rain that made wearing a raincoat pointless. You were going to be soaked no matter what you did. Regardless, the young man attempted to keep himself as dry as possible as he continued his slow plodding on the way to his next destination: Pallet Town.

100 steps forward, 30 to the right.

Pokemon trainer. The idea was still foreign in his mind and slightly terrifying. The young man had extremely limited knowledge on the subject due to years of isolating himself from anything that had to do with his parents. It never ceased to amaze him how difficult he had made his life by being so stubborn when the came to the subject of his father and mother. And now he found himself crucified between two thieves: the worries of the future and the regrets of the past.

"Light rain-drops fall and wrinkle the sea,
Then vanish, and die utterly.
One would not know that rain-drops fell
If the round sea-wrinkles did not tell."

It was hard for Thomas’s mind to not drift to thoughts of his parents now that he was following in their footsteps, though his steps were a bit older and less enthusiastic than theirs undoubtedly were. Yet still, here he was, setting off to start that which they loved most. That which brought them together. That which took them away from him. He hated this journey for what it did to them. Yet Thomas could not deny that a small part of him was excited. It only served to makes things worse. He adjusted his backpack as he reached the projection of a tree. He wiped the water from his face with futility. Took a breath. Sighed. He was off again. No rest tonight. The rain was warm anyways. It made it easy to ignore the tears.

"So souls come down and wrinkle life
And vanish in the flesh-sea strife.
One might not know that souls had place
Were't not for the wrinkles in life's face"

Thomas found it odd that he was feeling so sentimental over his late parents. For 7 years he had ignored their existence. For 7 years he did his best to heal from the wounds their absence caused. And after 7 years he found himself walking down the road of their graves, completely willing yet unwanting to go. He wondered what they would think of their forgotten son. Would they be proud? Ashamed? Would they even care? A tree root hiding in the muddy road reached up to stop the boy’s movement as if nature itself disagreed with his path. Boot connected with root. Stumbling. His hand grabbed a low hanging branch. Steadied. Thomas continued walking. He should have never left Meagan.

100 steps forward, 30 to the left…no…no, it’s 30 to the right. I have to remember that.

He knew she was unhappy about him leaving even if she tried not to show it. He remembered the last week he got to spend with her before he left. He did most of the talking. She stayed quiet. Meagan was always quiet when she was upset. He did his best to explain why he was leaving with giving away anything that could put her at risk…even if he didn’t truly understand himself. A letter. A package. Bastion. None of it made sense. Ice? But going was the only choice he could make. He was meant to do this. Someone had chosen him.

100 steps forward, 30 to the right

Meagan had always loved pokemon. She particularly liked the “cute” ones. As much of a tomboy she could be at times, she was still a girl at heart. Unfortunately, she was never able to go on her own pokemon journey. Thomas had always found it curious that she would deny herself something she loved. Her father would have supported her, and her mother was always bringing up the idea. Thomas even asked a couple of times if she wanted to go on her journey. She would always just laugh and say, “I’m already on my journey” with an unforgettable smile on her face. Thomas did not understand what that meant until three days ago. She never left because she knew he would not have gone with her. She knew about his past and how he blamed pokemon for his parents’ absence. She could not bring herself to let it take her away too. And now Thomas found himself doing something that she wanted without her. No amount of explaining could fix that. He didn’t blame her. He was out in the world experiencing life. Meagan…Meagan could only see outside when the hospital curtains were drawn back…

100 forward, 30 to the right.

Pallet Town was ahead. A journey needed to begin. Life was waiting. Avoid the ice.

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It was a troubling letter. More trouble than she could even predict, which is quite an accomplishment.

Elise reread the letter a few times, making sure she completely understood the contents. No matter how many times she looked over the words, it did not make her feel anymore comfortable with what she read. It stirred up too many unwanted feelings.

The first paragraph alone was enough to make her nervous. Who is this Bastion person? What are his goals? Why her? The threat of "great consequences" was even more unsettling. She did not want to be involved.

The second paragraph didn't improve anything for her. Just the thought of her becoming a Pokémon trainer reminded her of her dead mother. Though she still desired the chance to fulfill her childhood dreams, she wanted to know how and why Bastion knew about her. How much did he really know? Does he know about her family situation? How long have they been watched?

It was the next couple parts that really got to her. A request. No, a requirement. Some special task of greatly implied importance. Delivering a package was not a difficult task, which is what made the job so mysterious. It must be something of extreme value, beyond comparison. However, if it was something like that, why would he give it to a stranger, just so they could give it back to him later? The whole scenario was suspicious.

That letter really was troublesome. But inside of her were the growing, undesirable feelings of responsibility.

Sure, it may be some sort of trick or trap, but it also might be genuine. If it's such an important task, that she was specially chosen for, then she had to do it. There's no way she could ignore one who has called out to her. What would happen if the package fell into the wrong hands? It could be potentially devastating. She had no idea what would happen, unless she found out for herself. As much as she wanted to push away these thoughts, her subconscious desire for an adventure of her own, much like her mother's journeys, was encouraging them.

Her barrage of thoughts was graciously interrupted by Hannah, Elise's younger sister. "Morning, big sis!" She cheerfully greeted her sister as she entered the kitchen. She quickly noticed the letter in her hands. "What's that letter about? Is it from Nana?"

Elise, although pleased to see her sister, did not enjoy how quickly she noticed the letter. It was not something she wanted to talk about, and didn't know if she even should talk about it. She decided to only tell some of the details.

"Oh, well, an old professor said that he could give me a Pokémon, so I can finally become a trainer after all of these years," she lied. "But, I don't think I should accept his offer…"

"What?!" Hannah exclaimed in shock. "Of course you should accept his offer! Why wouldn't you? Hasn't this been your dream since, like, forever?"

"I'm much too busy looking after you guys." Elsie replied quickly. "I mean, Pokémon are nice, but your well-being is way more important! I can't just leave you all to fend for yourselves-"

"I am perfectly capable of looking after both myself and the twins!" Hannah interrupted, sounding rather annoyed. "I am 13 years old. When Mom died, you were only 10! Plus, the boys aren't babies anymore. You don't need to constantly watch over them. You need to be concerned with your own life!"

Her argument was valid. There was no use trying to fight with her about it. Her little sister wasn't as little as she used to be. She was very independent. The two twin boys were more of a concern. They weren't as fragile as they used to be, but they were trouble-makers. Still, Hannah could handle it. She was tough, even tougher than Elise, who constantly let her worries get in her way.

She had no choice now. Nothing was holding her back except herself. If she refused to go, her family would be disappointed, and her mind would be flooded with endless "what ifs." She was going to do it. Even though everything in her body is telling her not to. She simply must.
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My name is Bastion.
"Is it really?.. Or is it just a name you made up.." Alexandra muttered to herself as she reread the letter for about the tenth time after receiving it. She sat with her back against a tree in the large forest that was separating the city from the port. The ferry to Pallet Town was leaving in a few hours, and while she was very excited to finally start her journey, there definitely butterflies in her stomach.

"Or maybe they're Butterfrees" She snickered at her own joke as she looked up through the cover of leaves towards the sky.

I'm offering you a chance at a Pokemon journey. A chance that you've been denied time and time again. "I guess you haven't been watching me that well then. I didn't get denied, I refused.. But what's done is done. I'm just curious what you see in me."

The nice weather caused Alexandra to drift off into a slumber and starting to dream about things to come. Great things, she hoped at least.

~~~~~~~~~
"Aipom! Focus Punch now!" The Aipom's tail connected fully with the cheek of the young girl's Goldeen as it had jumped out of the river it had been using as protection for the majority of the fight

"Gol... deen..." The goldfish Pokemon groaned as the power of the Focus Punch had nearly knocked it out cold. "Oh no! Goldeen!" The young trainer yelled as a red beam from her Pokeball recalled the defeated fish.
"Well done Aipom, very patient." Alexandra giggled as the small primate climbed onto her shoulder and scratched her head with it's fingered tail. "Aipo, aipom, ai!" She stroked the Aipom in return before sending it back into it's Pokeball. "I know, you deserve a nap."

Alexandra smiled at the girl as they were standing just outside Cerulian City, where she was hoping to get her second Badge. A loud horn sounded in the distance. "Wait.. that's not a normal signal."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"That's a... boat?" The girl yawned softly as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, apparently having dozed off because of the sun and the weather
"Oh crap! It's the ferry!" Alexandra swore loudly as she grabbed her black backpack and slung it over her shoulder before sprinting off towards the port. The ferry to Pallet Town left only once every three days, and she needed to catch it otherwise she'd probably be late.

"Damnit, damnit, damnit!.. Wait for me!" She yelled as her silhouette faded to the horizon while the horn of the ferry sounded again.
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>> Chapter One; Part 1
"The start of . . . something?"



Spoiler:
When you reach your destination, just at the start of Route 1, you start to notice something immediately. Where normally young children and blossoming Trainers once roamed . . . an eerie absence has taken their place. No one and nothing can be seen or heard. The worn dirt roads are now covered with dust - not a footprint to be seen.

Wait! There is something there. A lone figure stands off to the side. The black coat they are wearing hides any of their distinct features. Their face is hidden beneath a hood. You start to feel a strange sort of vibe from this person.

Even more so as they slowly approach you.

"Looks like you are all here."

The voice is distinctly female, and her tone is almost impatient. A pale hand reached out from under the coat, palm open, as if wanting something.

She gave off a huff of annoyance at your confusion.

"The Envelope please," the woman growled.

Oh. You quickly dig into your pocket and hand her the mint green letter. She does a short check over it and huffed again - this time with displeasure.

Suddenly she pulls of her hood, revealing her identity.



She isn't quite who you expected. Short, brown hair and hazel eyes look at you from a baby doll face. You notice now how short she is, and her petite body hides beneath the large cloak. Everything about her screams innocent and kind . . . except her glaring gaze and prune expression.

There is also something you didn't spot before - a large briefcase? Oh, this must hold the stuff that Bastion fellow was talking about. You stand there timidly as the woman scrutinizes you all. Finally, she speaks.

"Listen, I have no idea what He was thinking. If it was up to me I would have never chose you lot. Who needs a bunch of foolish kids getting in our way? Whatever. He's the boss so I guess I am stuck with you."

Her disapproval couldn't get any more obvious. She sighed to herself and dropped the brown case unceremoniously to the floor. With a click it popped open.

Inside there were six PokéBalls in a row. Below them was another Envelope for everyone, atop small black packs of supplies.

"Now, pay attention," she snapped. "My name is Seven. That's a code name - no questions, you will receive no answers. You will always address me as such. I will be the one who will watch over you on your journey. You will never see me. You will soon doubt that I am even there. My mission is simple; protect you and help you on your journey. You may think this is some fun trip to candyland and you can just take it easy and quit if it gets too hard. You're wrong."

Her eyes narrowed. Demeaning slits dared anyone to object.

"The moment you got here your whole life changed. No more carefree teenage days - you hear me? This is serious. The future of the Balance depends on your success. You cannot quit. You cannot go back home. Never forget that, or you will face the consequences. I am sure He explained that in the letter."

Seven bent down and grabbed a PokéBall from the case. She handed it to the person in front of her, Thomas Lakeland, and stood back.



"This is the most valuable thing in your life starting now. Never lose, forget, or mistreat your Pokémon."

She smiled (or rather, her lips twitched slightly) and shook her head. "I don't except much from any of you. You could never understand."


Seven allowed Thomas to come forward with a slight hand gesture. She then - reluctantly - gave each other Trainer their own PokéBall. She beckoned for them to a few patches of Tall Grass.

"Get to know your partner. Battle a simple Wild Pokémon. If you lose, this is where your Journey ends. Good Luck - you'll need it."


Listen Carefully, Trainers


Your instructions for Part 1 are simple. Read through the Content hidden in the Spoiler above. If you haven't done that yet - do it now, then come back here.

I will be giving you your assigned Pokémon and what you need to do in this part of the post. Always refer to this part to look for directions, or if you forget something. This part will be in every post for your convenience.

Please read through everything below before you post.

{ Post Limits }
Min. 1 | Max. 3

Here is what you need to do in your post;
  • Play through the content of the Chapter found in the first spoiler tag through your character's perspective.
  • Accept the PokéBall from Seven.
  • Head into the Tall Grass and fight a Wild Pokémon.
Here is what you are allowed to do as well;
  • Team up with another Trainer and do a Double Battle in the Tall Grass.
  • Meet and converse with the other Trainers.
  • Get to know and (optional) name your Pokémon.
Here is what you are not allowed to do;
  • Talk to Seven. She's mean, who wants to talk to her anyway?
  • Grab anything from the Briefcase. That will come later.
  • Change/Add to Seven's words in your post. What she said is what she said - no exceptions.
  • Venture further than the Tall Grass. You're missing some equipment! Wait until later on when you're allowed to.
  • Leave. You traveled here for a reason, why go back? You are allowed to have moments of doubt and internal conflict! Don't confuse that with turning around and heading home. This is just the first part of the Journey. Besides, Seven will hunt you down. You don't want that.


Now to get on to your assigned Pokémon and the Wild Pokémon you can encounter to fight! So exciting ~

Spoiler:
To Thomas Lakeland -

Vulpix
@ Lv. 5
(Female - Fire)

- Ember

- Tail Whip

{ This Pokémon is Shy. She isn't too trusting of anyone, but after gaining her trust she is the most loyal partner anyone could have. }

To Alexandra Huntis -

Spinarak
@ Lv. 5
(Male - Bug/Poison)
- Poison Sting
- String Shot

- Scary Face
{ This Pokémon is very Social. He won't hesitate to go up to anyone . . . especially if they are afraid of him. If you allow it, he will become your lifetime friend. }

To Sapphire Duskwood -

Poliwag @ Lv. 5
(Female - Water)
- Water Sport
- Bubble

{ This Pokémon is extremely Brash. She will never run from a fight and, in fact, she goes looking for them. Her goal is always to win. However, she will always protect you even at the cost of her life. }

To Elise Bryant -

Pidgey @ Lv. 5
(Male - Normal/Flying)
- Tackle
- Sand-Attack

{ This Pokémon is very Carefree. He doesn't take anything too seriously, and he likes to just have fun. He will though be the most enjoyable partner you could ever ask for. }

To Nicholas Lorren -

Pikachu @ Lv. 5
(Female - Electric)
- Thundershock
- Growl
- Tail Whip

{ This Pokémon is Mischievous. She just loves to cause trouble and play jokes on people. She will always be there though when you need someone to lean on. }

To William Garret -

Cubone @ Lv. 5
(Male - Ground)
- Growl
- Tail Whip
- Double Kick,
egg move
{ The Pokémon loves Attention. If the spotlight isn't on him then it is on no one! He will stop at nothing to get your eyes to watch him. However, he is the most loveable guy you will find. }


Wild Pokémon;

Spoiler:
Route 1 - Tall Grass


Rattata
@ Lv. 5
(Very Common)

- Tackle
- Tail Whip
- Quick Attack


Sentret
@ Lv. 6
(Somewhat Common)

- Scratch
- Foresight
- Defense Curl


Ekans
@ Lv. 7
(Rare)

-Wrap
- Leer
- Poison Sting





Now . . . you are free to post! Have fun.

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Nicholas trotted down the empty route. People were non-existent. A chill wind fluttered the ends of Nicholas' cashmere sweater. His jeans were muddy from a day of travel. Still, Nicholas was proud of himself for making it to Route 1, albeit with the help of two freinds. Though he was exhausted. He was at the meeting place, Nicholas was sure of that. The agent scanned the road with a trained eye, picking out a small group at the side of the road. The agent walked up, ready to recieve the package needed for the sake of the entire region.

"Looks like you are all here," the women speaking weas obviously impatient, firmly holding out her hand. The agent was confused by the action. He had not been debriefed about giving anything to her. Nicholas blushed in embarassment at her next comment, "The envelope, please." As the other five hand over their letters, Nicholas fishes out his. Once the woman has looked over all six letters she removes the hood of her cloak in one quick movement.

 

Rather distracted by her prettiness, Nicholas only realized she was talking half-way through her sentance; "-
My name is Seven. That's a code name - no questions, you will receive no answers. You will always address me as such. I will be the one who will watch over you on your journey. You will never see me. You will soon doubt that I am even there. My mission is simple; protect you and help you on your journey. You may think this is some fun trip to candyland and you can just take it easy and quit if it gets too hard. You're wrong."


Nicholas listened with rapt attention. It was just like his books. He would become a hero!
"The moment you got here your whole life changed. No more carefree teenage days - you hear me? This is serious. The future of the Balance depends on your success. You cannot quit. You cannot go back home. Never forget that, or you will face the consequences. I am sure He explained that in the letter."


Nicholas barely heard her thinking about all the wonderfull fans he would have. It didn't help his attention when he saw her pick up a pokeball. It was finally happening. This wasn't like the other things Nicholas had wanted to be. This time he would actually become a pokemon trainer instead of just talking about it.

 

Nicholas started as a pokeball was shoved into his hand. "Get to know your partner. Battle a simple Wild Pokémon. If you lose, this is where your Journey ends. Good Luck - you'll need it."

 

The world-renowned pokemon trainer walked into the tall grass fearlessly. He was training a new edition to his team that had been sent in by an anonymous fan. First, he had to get to know the pokemon. Kneeling down the pokeball was silently opened. Nicholas watched wide-eyed to see what pokemon would emerge.

 

"Chu," the yellow mouse that popped out blinked it's long lashes questionably. "Hi. I'm Nick," Nick quietly peeped, mind already comparing the pokemon to a pikachu he had read about in a book some kid that had missed the "usual" three options had gotten a pikachu that electrocuted him. "The kid was named Ash. Will this pikachu electrocute me? Nick calmed as the pikachu jumped into his lap. The skinny kid fell onto his but with the force, his smile a mile-wide.

 

"Chu," that deceptively simple grunt was accompanied by an elctro static shock that left Nick's hands numb.

 

Once Nicks hands had recovered he was already standing up and rooting through the grass for a pokemon to battle. The mischevious mouse pokemon trotted along willingly while Nicholas thought to himself "Let's think. I can't name her Static or Volt. They aren't feminine enough. Zap won't work either. What about... Trish. Like from ElecTri****y. Perfect." Nicholas stopped abrubtly and announced to his pokemon, "I'm going to name you Trish."

 

Trish smiled and nodded in acceptance before going back to chatting with a rattatat. Nicholas blinked at the pokemon. Just the thing he had been looking for. "Trish, we're supposed to battle the pokemon!" Trish smiled as if to say that she knew that.

 

The rattatat took the cue, taking a battle stance. Trish took a similiar stance and twitched her ears to show that she was listening. Nicholas didn't understand what the ear twitch meant and just gave an order, "Trish use... um, just use an attack since I don't know any." Trish stood up and faced her trainer with hands on her hips.

 

There was no time for that though, as the rattatat charged in with a Quick Attack. Trish fell onto her face before turning and Growling at the rattatat. Nicholas was fortunate enough to recognize that, and took the chance to say "Now use a different attack!"

 

Trish stalked up to the cautious rattatat then spun around in synchrony with the purple rat. Their two Tail Whips collided at least three seperate times before Trish realeased her trump card.

 

Nicholas tried to follow, "Let's see that was Tail Whip?" Then he was blinded as a Thundershock fried the rat. "Woah, and electric move!" Trish ignored her trainer, instead focusing on getting up from a tricky Quick Attack. The rat was still fighting. Nicholas decided to try his first actual order, "Rattata should be weakened by the Tail Whips, so use That Electric Move, Trish!" Nicholas wasn't sure why he shouted the order, though euphoria and adrenalin passed through his mind as possibilties.

Trish smirked as she fried the rat once more. Perhaps not the most dramatic of finishes, but Trish was just proud about winning. So was Nicholas, though he was a bit busy sitting on the ground as the physical exertion of the day caught up to him. "Good job, Trish."
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It was quite a long trip from Saffron to Pallet Town. The more time passed, the more anxious she became. Elise paced back and forth the whole boat ride from Vermillion, thinking of every possible scenario. When she finally arrived, she considered not getting off and simply going back home. Of course, she wasn't going to do it. She had come way too far to simply turn around.

She made her way through the quaint little town, completely different from the big city she was so used to. She was surprised that the ferry even went there, but it was much easier than crossing Mt. Moon. However, Elise didn't have time to take in the sights. Her goal was Route 1. She was almost there.

As she reached the outskirts of town and made it to the start of the route, a chill ran down her spine. Something was unsettling about the place. It felt as if a part of it was missing. There was a strange silence, only broken by her footsteps. No. There were more footprints. More than just hers. She soon realized she was not alone out here after all. She quickly glanced at the others who were approaching the route as well. Thankfully, they didn't appear too dangerous. Just teens around her age.

Soon, she noticed a dark figure off to the side, observing them. Whoever the person was, they seemed considerably more threatening than anyone else around. Perhaps this person was the mysterious Bastion? She wanted to approach the stranger, but she was unsure if they were even related to the sender of that troublesome letter. Thankfully, there was no need to approach the strange figure. They do the approaching for her.

"Looks like you're all here."

From voice alone,Elise could tell the mysterious stranger was a woman. She could also tell that the woman had many other places she would rather be. The woman's hand emerged from her coat, pale and delicate. Elise simply stared at the hand, unsure of what to do.

"The Envelope please," growled the woman.

Elise jumped at the sound of her voice, then quickly grabbed the letter from her purse. She handed her letter over, in embarrassment. The other teens handed over mint green letters as well. "I suppose I wasn't the only one chosen then," she thought, relieved at the fact she wasn't alone.

The woman removed her hood, determining that it was safe to reveal herself. Elise was surprised at her appearance. How could someone with such doll-like features have such a menacing air? It was unsettling. She did not want to look the woman in the eyes.

"Listen, I have no idea what He was thinking. If it was up to me I would have never chose you lot. Who needs a bunch of foolish kids getting in our way? Whatever. He's the boss so I guess I am stuck with you."

That certainly didn't ease her nerves. However, her attention soon became focused on the briefcase that was being opened. There was a PokéBall for everyone of the teens present, among other things. She gazed at them in wonder. Which one would be hers? What kind of Pokémon were inside? She wouldn't have to wait for long.

"Now, pay attention. My name is Seven. That's a code name - no questions, you will receive no answers. You will always address me as such. I will be the one who will watch over you on your journey. You will never see me. You will soon doubt that I am even there. My mission is simple; protect you and help you on your journey. You may think this is some fun trip to candyland and you can just take it easy and quit if it gets too hard. You're wrong."

Seven glared at them. Elise swallowed nervously.

"The moment you got here your whole life changed. No more carefree teenage days - you hear me? This is serious. The future of the Balance depends on your success. You cannot quit. You cannot go back home. Never forget that, or you will face the consequences. I am sure He explained that in the letter."

Seven handed the first PokéBall to the dark skinned boy.

"This is the most valuable thing in your life starting now. Never lose, forget, or mistreat your Pokémon. I don't except much from any of you. You could never understand."

She then distributed the other PokéBalls from the briefcase to each of the teens. Elise gripped the ball tightly once it was placed in her hands. There was a Pokémon in there. Her Pokémon.

Seven walked up to a few patches of tall grass. "Get to know your partner. Battle a simple Wild Pokémon. If you lose, this is where your Journey ends. Good Luck - you'll need it."

Only hesitating slightly, Elise opened up the PokéBall, to see what kind of creature was inside for her. A bright flash of energy was released from the ball, and formed the shape of a small bird on the ground. He looked up at his trainer with bright eyes, and chirped. "Pidgey!"

"Oh, a Pidgey?" It wasn't what she was expecting, but then again, she didn't really have any expectations to begin with. She was actually kind of glad she got a Pidgey, since they were supposed to be easy to train. It was much better than being stuck with a tough Pokémon.

"I'm Elise, and I'm going to be your trainer." She introduced herself to the Pokémon at her feet. It felt awkward just looking down at him, so she knelt down to be more at his level. "Now what should I call you," she asked herself. The Pidgey simply chirped and trotted along the ground, exploring his surroundings a bit.

"Hmm, it shouldn't be too silly, but not too fancy either. What would be a fitting name for a Pidgey? Swift? No, that's also the name of an attack, so that could possibly be confusing. Ace? Seems a bit generic…" Elsie was preoccupied with her thoughts, so the bored Pidgey decided to check out the tall grass a little bit.

"How about Chase," she asked aloud. "Is that good?" She looked for the Pidgey to see his response, but he was nowhere to be seen. She immediately panicked. "Oh no, I should have kept my eye on him, now he's probably far away or lost or-"

Luckily for her, he simply flew out of the patch of grass he was in. "Pidgey pid!" He beckoned Elise to come over where he was. She made her way over to him, only to find an irate Rattata staring right at her. She had never seen one this furious before. She gulped nervously.

Chase fluttered above the Rattata. He looked at Elsie, waiting for her first command. Of course, since this was her first Pokémon battle, she wasn't sure what to do, or even what moves the Pidgey knew. Still, she did have some basic knowledge.

"Chase, use Tackle! Yo do know it, right?" She knew that Tackle was a very common move, so she just guessed that he could use it.

"Pid!" Chase dove down towards the raging Rattata, who was trying to jump up and attack him, rather unsuccessfully. He rammed into it with a Tackle. The Rattata fell back, but didn't look too hurt from the attack. It charged forward to deliver its own Tackle.

"Look out!" Chase tried to dodge the attack, but the Rattata was quick, and managed to hit the Pidgey.

"Chase, use… something that isn't Tackle!" She had no idea what other moves he had, so she didn't even bother guessing. She just wanted the battle to be over quickly.

Chase was a bit confused at first, but went ahead and used his second move. He flapped his wings hard enough that the dirt from the ground got in the Rattata's eyes. It tried to Tackle once more, but he avoided it. "Oh, that must be Sand Attack," Elise said in realization. "Keep using it!"

Chase continued his barrage of sand on the disgruntled Pokémon, who's attacks were much more inaccurate. Still, he managed to get another tackle to hit Chase.

"Okay, switch back to Tackling it!" She was starting to feel more confident. Pokémon battles weren't as difficult as she pictured them to be.

Chase easily landed another two Tackles on the Rattata, but it still wasn't giving up. It had a lot of guts for a little rodent. With a burst of speed, it crashed into the Pidgey with its Quick Attack. It was stronger than the other move, and he was visibly more worn out than earlier. However, he didn't seem to care about that, he still had enough energy left to finish the fight. With one final Tackle, he knocked the Rattata down and out.

"You did it! We did it!" She chanted excitedly. It was a while since Elise had felt this way. Who knew one could get such pleasure and excitement out of Pokémon battles? Perhaps becoming a trainer was a good idea? Sure, the suspicious Seven was a rather unsettling character, and the possible dangers ahead were nothing to laugh at. However, at the moment, it certainly felt a lot better than expected.

(Sorry if the ending is a little rushed, but I was trying to finish before I left for the weekend. ')
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Old October 7th, 2011, 08:18 AM
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Thomas Bartholomew Lakeland

It is the start of…something.

The absurdity of the situation that the young man found himself in struck as clear as a church bell on Sunday morning. In the six days that it took him to travel to Pallet Town, most of his thoughts were focus on what he was leaving behind, what would be left for him when he returned, and other matters from the past. Rarely had the young man’s mind drifted to thoughts of what this journey would be like or how important the task was that he being entrusted with completing? Not to mention the fact that he didn’t even know the first thing about raising a pokemon. What was he doing here? Surely this Bastion knew about his lack of knowledge. Why would this apparently well-informed man make such a terrible decision? Thomas rounded a corner in the road. Pallet Town was in sight. He was almost there. He wanted to turn back. His foot paused mid step and dangled uncertainly in the air. Shoe hit dirt. The young man pushed forward.

The man’s calloused right hand played idly with the second to top button of a thick, red, plaid, long-sleeve shirt. He has nervous. He had been nervous since he left home. He had been nervous for most of his life. It was a surprise that any of his shirts had a second button anymore. Meagan was about the only thing that seemed to get him over his nervousness. He was confident around her. He was a leader around he. He made jokes, sang songs, played music, told stories, and even danced a bit around her. He was a man around her. Now…now he was quiet, awkward boy playing with a button. The young man/boy stopped again suddenly and looked at his surroundings curiously. Tall grasses littered the area around the road he was currently on. A few small hills and a handful of trees gave character to the otherwise dull landscape. It struck Thomas as odd that his journey would start in such a well-known and well-traveled place. It struck Thomas as odd that this well-known and well-traveled place was so…empty.

Thomas stood still in the middle of the road as a soft breeze flowed around him. The idea of him being in the wrong place briefly crossed his mind as he looked around for any sign of life. Was he actually supposed to meet this Bastion in Pallet Town? No, no. The letter said Route 1. Nothing more, nothing less. They have to be around here somewhere. Thomas was about to turn around and search further back when he caught some moment from the corner of his eye. A person covered in black stood off to the side of the road in an area that Thomas could have sworn he looked over at least twice. Running his left hand through his hair, Thomas made his way over to the black clad individual. He shoved both hands into his pocket upon reaching his destination in order to not look like a complete nervous wreck. Thomas just hoped that this mysterious individual could offer some answers.

Before he knew, Thomas found himself surrounded by other trainers: a tall, lanky, white haired girl, another girl whose hair covered one of her eyes, which only seemed to bring out the color of her viewable emerald eye, a pale skinny boy, and a short brown haired girl with glasses. Different faces from different place, and they all seemed to be here for the exact same reason. There had been no mention in the letter about having to travel with other people. Thomas realized his right hand was playing with the button on his shirt again. It took more effort than before to return it to his pocket. You’re only nervous because you’ve convinced yourself that you should be nervous around people. It is a habit just like playing with your button. The only way to break a habit is to do the opposite. Be confident. You have more to offer people than you could ever a imagine. Meagan’s words sang through his head. Thomas took a deep breath and calmed down a bit. The figure, who revealed herself to be a rather stunning lady, was talking. She wasn’t Bastion, but she, or Seven as she preferred to be called, seemed to hold large a lot of information. He couldn’t afford to miss what she was saying.
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Old October 8th, 2011, 11:59 AM
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Supposedly, Route 1 was the place of beginnings, where all new trainers passed through. Yet here it was, bare and deserted. Hell, it was tough not to imagine a tumbleweed rolling across the scene. One might wonder if Oak had moved out- God knows he's the only reason anyone would go to that backwater town at the other end. Standing to the north, near the entrance to Viridian, a rough-looking young man scratched his stubble with his right hand, as he examined one last time the green letter in his left. He snickered to himself, his yellowed teeth peeking out of his dry, cracked lips, which were twisted into a mocking smirk. What amused him was the line 'the Balance is in your hands'. The boy joked to himself, muttering under his breath more out of habit than anything, despite the desolation, "Who's this guy think 'e is, Obi-Wan Kenobi? Heh. Wh'ever, free stuff's free stuff."

Recomposing himself into a demeanor almost inoffensive to look at, William stuffed the letter unceremoniously back into his pocket, immediately shooting to attention at the sign of some movement down the way. Seeing some people were gathering, the young man ran up to one of the little ledges of the twisting path down, hopping into the air and landing on the next level down. He ran across the second way, and repeated this maneuver on the next ledge. Once on the same level, William walked silently up to the gathering trainers, trying to blend into the background and watching everything suspiciously. Almost as soon as he had arrived, a woman in a black coat started walking up to them.

"Looks like you are all here."

While the woman talked, William examined the others gathered there. Another smirk curled across the young Garret's mouth. This Bastion guy sure did know how to pick hands in which to place 'the Balance'. Dreadlocks guy was the only one who looked like he could handle himself in a fight. The tall girl must have had some kind of pigment deficiency in her hair, because it was white as snow. The next girl down the line had some emo-bangs going on. Finally, there were two nerdy-looking kids.

Will quickly turned back to the black coat woman as she snapped at them about the envelopes. Will obediently handed it over, crumpled from its place in his small jacket pocket. Dropping his smirk as the woman seemed to examine them, he crossed his arms and waited for the next instructions.

"Listen, I have no idea what He was thinking. If it was up to me I would have never chose you lot. Who needs a bunch of foolish kids getting in our way? Whatever. He's the boss so I guess I am stuck with you."

Now this woman sounded like she knew what she was doing, unlike Mr. Bastion Kenobi, as Will had taken to referring to the mysterious benefactor in his head.

"My name is Seven. That's a code name - no questions, you will receive no answers. You will always address me as such. I will be the one who will watch over you on your journey. You will never see me. You will soon doubt that I am even there. My mission is simple; protect you and help you on your journey. You may think this is some fun trip to candyland and you can just take it easy and quit if it gets too hard. You're wrong. The moment you got here your whole life changed. No more carefree teenage days - you hear me? This is serious. The future of the Balance-" there was that Kenobi talk again "-depends on your success. You cannot quit. You cannot go back home. Never forget that, or you will face the consequences. I am sure He explained that in the letter."

At this point, Will was starting to wonder if this was a good idea. Apparently they'd be being watched, so running off with the package would be made... difficult. Seemed he wasn't being given much choice but to stay now, though. Maybe he could take her down, she was pretty small. Then again, weapons could be easily concealed in that coat. Best not to take too many chances. For now.

"This is the most valuable thing in your life starting now. Never lose, forget, or mistreat your Pokémon."

The woman had presented a Pokeball to the dreadlocks guy. Finally, they were getting some loot out of this. Waiting his turn, William accepted the Pokeball and examined it. He'd 'obtained' a few Pokeballs in his life, but only empty ones from PokéMarts. Trying to steal a trainer's Pokemon was just asking for it to beat the crap out of you.

"Get to know your partner. Battle a simple Wild Pokémon. If you lose, this is where your Journey ends. Good Luck - you'll need it."

It seemed they were being left to their own devices, for the moment. Walking over nearer to some tall grass, William tossed the ball in the air like he had seen trainers do, sending out the creature. The small, lizard-like creature materialized, looking up at William through its skull-helmet and twirling around the bone it carried in an attempt to show off. Running a hand through his hair, William got it caught on a knot and yanked it out, pulling out a few hairs with it. The young man flicked the hairs off onto the ground and addressed the Pokemon, "Not bad, ya look like ya c'n 'andle y'self. Don't s'pose ya got a name yet, huh?" The Cubone shook its head. "How 'bout we call ya Chuck, then? Simple 'n easy t' remember."

The Pokemon didn't seem particularly fond of the name, and pounded the ground with its club in disapproval, wanting something more impressive. Will just smirked again, "Fine, w' figure it out later." The young man walked over to the tall grass, glancing around and watching for any movement as the Cubone hurried over and walked ahead of him, trying to lead. It was looking back to see if Will was watching, when the trainer used a foot to push the Pokemon over, out of the way of a lunging Rattata that had jumped out of a bit of tall grass.

"Pick up the slack, w' got trouble," the boy remarked coldly, the Cubone getting into a combat stance, hoping to impress everyone. Across from the two, the Rattata was preparing to lunge again.
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Old October 8th, 2011, 04:10 PM
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Thomas Bartholomew Lakeland

Thomas stood frozen with his newly acquired pokémon sitting uncomfortably in his hand. The pokeball was cold and foreign. It was heavy. It was real. For the first time since leaving home, the stark realization of what was happening hit the young man. He was now responsible for the care and upbringing of life. This wasn’t the joyful adventure he had heard eleven and twelve year old children talking so enthusiastically about. It was terrifying. What if something went wrong? What if the pokémon got sick? What if it died? He didn’t know anything about pokémon, and now one of the creatures was depending solely on him to survive. I barely feel qualified to travel by myself across the word, much less care, protect, and train a pokémon along the way. Why the hell do people let twelve year olds do this? The words of Seven were drumming louder and louder in his head.
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The meeting was starting off well enough. Simple and short introduction. Proof of identity was required. Thomas dropped his letter twice in the process of trying to hand it over, but managed to not stutter like a fool. Granted, he didn’t say anything either. Satisfied that everyone there was supposed to be there, the mysterious stranger revealed themselves to be a women. A very stunning and beautiful women with the most serious and unamused eyes Thomas had every seen. A Rose Thomas thought thankfully to himself. Beautiful to behold, but requires care when handling. I’d best avoid the thorns around this one.

"Listen, I have no idea what He was thinking. If it was up to me I would have never chose you lot. Who needs a bunch of foolish kids getting in our way? Whatever. He's the boss so I guess I am stuck with you."

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The pokeball felt heavier than before. Part of Thomas wanted to through the blasted thing back into the briefcase and leave right then and there. Surely they could find someone else to take his place and his pokémon. His breathes were becoming more frequent and less filling. He had to calm down. Passing out was not the way to make a first impression. Impression? Why did he care about impressions? He was leaving right? Right…
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You may think this is some fun trip to candyland, and you can just take it easy and quit if it gets too hard. You're wrong. The moment you got here your whole life changed. No more carefree teenage days - you hear me? This is serious. The future of the Balance depends on your success. You cannot quit. You cannot go back home. Never forget that, or you will face the consequences. I am sure He explained that in the letter."
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That was more or less Thomas thought process upon hearing Seven’s words. When did pokémon become so serious? And why were eleven and twelve year olds being sent out into the world if the very balance of the world could possible rest on their ability to train pokémon. Calming down didn’t seem to be an option anymore. The Balance? Consequences? Never returning home. It took everything Thomas had to not crumble to the ground and throw-up the food from the morning. This was all too much. Sure, Thomas was aware the journey he had been asked to take was important, but it was just delivering a message. How serious could it be? Well, apparently serious enough to involve pretty threatening consequences. And what would happen if they failed. What was at stake? Money? Power? Lives…Life? Surely this was a job for more professional trainers. The pokeball might as well have been on fire for all the effort it was taking Thomas to not drop it and run. The journey hadn’t started yet. He would just hand the pokeball back to Seven and leave. It was the right thing to do. He had no place here…
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"This is the most valuable thing in your life starting now. Never lose, forget, or mistreat your Pokémon."
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Thomas couldn’t honestly tell you why he accepted the pokeball from Seven. To be completely honest, he had already come up with ten excuses of why not he wouldn’t be able to participate in this journey of insanity. He was already planning his trip home. Yet when Seven’s hand reached out the pokeball to him, he found his own hand waiting like a starving child being offer bread. As soon as the red and white ball touched his hand the young man realized his mistake. It was like fire in his hand, but he couldn’t find the strength to let it go. He was determined to let it burn him. Nervousness and shyness kept him from saying what he was screaming in his mind, Take it back! I don’t want it! I just want to be home with Meagan!

It was Seven’s words that changed everything. This pokémon, whatever it was, was to be the most important thing in his life now. She said them directly to him. Thomas didn’t doubt that she wanted all the new trainers to hear those words, but she had meant them for him. yhey was meant to bring home the seriousness of the journey ahead of them and how important their partnership with their pokémon would be. For Thomas however, the statement cut deeper than intend. Or maybe it was intended to do exactly what it did. Bastion seemed to know enough about him. Who is to say he didn’t pass that information along to their ghost of a shepherd. But all of that was second in Thomas’s mind compared to the one name that kept repeating, Meagan…Meagan…Meagan.

Meagan would always be the most important thing to Thomas. Her safely would always be his first priority. The young man didn’t know what this Balance was, but Seven and Bastion both seemed convinced that it was a big enough risk that they recruited a special group to take care of it. Thomas was still unsure whether he would actually be able to succeed, but he could live with failure. He couldn’t live with not even trying. Especially if it resulted in any harm coming to Meagan.

The rest of Seven’s words were lost to Thomas. His feet moved by themself, his head nodded in response on its own. The next conscience moment the young man had, he found himself in the tall grass slightly separated from the other trainers. By the sounds he heard ringing around him, some of them were already trying out their pokémon’s battling skills. Battling was the furthest thing in the young man’s mind at the moment. The thought of releasing his pokémon into the world was both terrifying and slightly exciting. Did Thomas just feel excited about a pokémon?

“Make your choice, adventurous Stranger,
Strike the bell and bide the danger,
Or wonder, till it drives you mad,
What would have followed if you had.”

A quick shake and his head was clear. He needed to focus on a more important matter. How was he, a person with an extremely limited knowledge of pokémon, going to figure out how…how…how to release his pokémon? Did he just throw the thing? Was there a voice command or something? Rolling the ball in his hand, Thomas noticed a small button like protrusion that seemed to hold the device together. Haha, it is time to begin a journey of great importance. And like all journeys of great importance, this one will start by pressing a button. Taking a breath, Thomas pressed the button and hoped for the best.

"Vulpix"

The small creature that now sat before him might have been the cutest thing he had ever seen. A beautiful rust colored pelt covered the creature. It took the moment to scratch one of its foxlike ears with it back paw. Thomas noticed the cream color underbelly of the creature (He also noticed that the pokémon was a girl). Satisfied that the itch was gone, the pokémon stood on all four of her paws and shook herself. The orange bangs on her head shook slightly with the effort. However, it was hard to notice anything other than the pokémon’s marvelous tails. The six tails that the creature sported were absolutely beautiful. The young man found himself slightly mesmerized.

The small foxlike pokémon ignored Thomas for the moment, seeming to be more interested with the nature that surrounded her. The pokémon closed her brown pupil-less eyes, lifted her foxlike nose up, and sniffed the air for a few seconds before reopening her eyes and releasing a timid but happy, "Vulpix!"

The young man breathed a sigh of relief as he took a slow and small step towards the creature. He was about to speak to the cute pokémon, but the creature noticed him. Before he could say anything the happy creature lost her calm demeanor and entered into her flight/fright response. she bonded to the left one step, changed her mind, turned quickly, and dashed to the right towards the nearest clump of grass.

Not the best start to our partnership, Thomas thought as he quickly lowered himself to one knee in the hopes of making himself look less intimidating. The poor pokémon probably thought him to be some predator out to get her. The small foxlike pokémon had done her best to hide behind a nearby clump of grass. Unfortunately, her wonderful tails made it quiet hard to completely hide. Moving slowly and cautiously, Thomas made his way closer to his new partner. At about three steps away, the young man stopped to analyze the situation. The small pokémon was behind some grass with her face to the ground and her backend in the air. Her paws were placed firmly over each eye and the rest of her body was shivering. Thomas was going to need a way to ease the creature’s nerves, but he was afraid to say anything for fear of causing the pokémon to run. What was he going to do…[I]Food![I]

Reaching into his backpack, the young man pulled out some of his leftover jerky. He wasn’t positive, but Thomas had a pretty good guess that the foxlike creature would like meat. As slowly as possible, the young man place the jerky as close to the pokémon as he was willing to risk. Pulling his hand back, he risked a word. ”Hey there girl,” he said as softly as he could with the doubt in his mind that the creature could even understand him. ”I have some food for you. I know you have to be hunger. Or at least I hope you are.”

Despite his awkwardness, Thomas seemed to at least be calming the pokémon down. No longer shaking, the foxlike creature slowly uncovered her eyes. She held eye contact for a moment. Something in Thomas moved. He didn’t know what. A strong sense of protection came over him. Nothing was going to harm the pokémon in front of him. Not without going through him first. The pokémon’s eyes now went to the jerky on the ground. Moving slowly, the pokémon moved from behind the grass and made her way to the food. As she got close she stopped. Lowering her head, the pokémon sniffed the jerky a couple of times. Pulling back, she began pawing at it to see if it would attack back. Thomas found it hard not to laugh at the creature’s behavior. Finally, satisfied that it was safe, the pokémon took the jerky in her mouth. Chewing. Swallowing. Smiling. "Vulpix."

Thomas breathed a sigh of relief. As he was about to make his next move however (actually touching the creature), something in the grass caught his attention. It was running towards them. No, not running. It was…slithering!

"Ekanssssssss!"
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Old October 9th, 2011, 07:35 AM
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Pallet Town, after a good day's worth of sitting on a boat crossing the sea, the budding young trainer finally arrived at her destination. But there was no grand entrance or welcoming committee, the whole village was deserted. Nobody outside, no young Trainers that were eagerly awaiting their new journey.
"What in the world went on in this place.." Alexandra muttered to herself as she walked past the abandoned homes towards Route 1.

As she saw the gathering of youngsters like herself further down the road, she perked up, at least someone was still around. As she met up with the rest, she was greeted with only a few nods of recognition and introduction, no words were spoken as the others also seemed fairly uncertain of things to come.
A few moments after, the hooded person that had been standing to the side approaches them

"Looks like you're all here"

Came the definitely feminine voice from under the hood as she walked past each of them collecting the envelopes, her temper seemingly getting shorter every time she had to repeat herself to get the green envelopes from them. As she reached Alexandra, the girl mistakenly offered the woman a different one first before getting the right one from her jacket.
"Oops.." `Great start Lex.. you oaf ' Lexia berated herself as the woman stepped back and pulled her hood off, revealing her rather surprising figure.

"Listen, I have no idea what He was thinking. If it was up to me I would have never chose you lot. Who needs a bunch of foolish kids getting in our way? Whatever. He's the boss so I guess I am stuck with you."

So this Bastion figure was this woman's boss. Made sense when she thought about it, why else wouldn't he have shown up himself. Though the way this woman talked didn't make Lexia like her a lot either.

Now, pay attention. My name is Seven. That's a code name - no questions, you will receive no answers. You will always address me as such."
So not even a normal name either. Clever, yet disturbing
"I will be the one who will watch over you on your journey. You will never see me. You will soon doubt that I am even there. My mission is simple; protect you and help you on your journey. You may think this is some fun trip to candyland and you can just take it easy and quit if it gets too hard. You're wrong."
For just a fraction of a second, Alexandra thought of speaking out against the woman, but quickly decided not to. This Seven person most likely had a much better idea what was going on then she and her fellow 'trainers' could even think of.

"The moment you got here your whole life changed. No more carefree teenage days - you hear me? This is serious. The future of the Balance depends on your success. You cannot quit. You cannot go back home. Never forget that, or you will face the consequences. I am sure He explained that in the letter."
`Balance? What is she talking about? Bastion mentioned a similar thing, but I wanna bet none of us have a clue with they mean.. And since when did Pokemon become such serious buisness.'
As Seven handed out the Pokeballs, Alexandra smiled a little to herself as she took the one she was offered and nodded lightly towards the woman who stoically kept going down the line.

"This is the most valuable thing in your life starting now. Never lose, forget, or mistreat your Pokémon. I don't expect much from any of you. You could never understand."
`So.. the journey finally begins and she expects us to instantly fail. Now that's a reassuring thought.. Does she know something that we don't? '

Alexandra judged the Pokeball she held in her hand, it's weight never changed so she couldn't tell anything from that fact. The fact that is was a normal Pokeball didn't eliminate many choices either, though she knew it wasn't caught in the Safari Zone.
She left the group and walked to one of the more secluded patches of tall grass that were surrounding their area.
"Now, let's see what I've got." Alexandra smiled as she forced the Pokeball open and waited for the stream of plasma to settle into a shape.

"Spina!" The green furred spider lifted it's many-socketed eyes and looked at the person that had released him. Alexandra looked down with a mixture of disbelief, disgust and astonishment.
"A... Spinarak... " She sighed heavilly and sat down with her back to a tree. "What kind of a sick joke is this?.. He must've seen that I hate Poison types.. and what does he give me, a frigging spider!" Alexandra groaned as the Spinarak was slowly chittering closer to her. She looked at the green spider and sighed again.

"Look, first thing's first.. I don't like your kind of Pokemon, Poison types disgust me." The black face-like stripes on the Spinarak's back drooped. "But since we're apparently going to be stuck with eachother, it'd be better for us both if we just keep this relation strictly business, okay?" The face changed from disappointment into confusion, causing Alexandra to sigh once more. "I mean, we battle, we win, you get fed. Better?" "Spin! The face changed again to a much happier look as the Spinarak launched a string of web and hugged itself on Alexandra's leg.

"Heeyyy! Get off!!!" Shaking her leg violently to get the unwanted hitchhiker to let go, the two were disturbed by a rustling in the grass as two large brown ears stuck out. "Sentret? Sen?"
"Cool, that must be a Sentret.. I suppose it heard me and came out to investigate. Okay.. let's see what you're made of, little spider."

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Old October 9th, 2011, 12:56 PM
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The Rattata and Cubone were staring each other down from a few feet apart, each daring the other to try and act first. William would have to think fast, not knowing the small lizard's capabilities. He tried to recall if he had ever seen a trainer battle with one before, "Cubone, ya know Bone Club?" He asked, it being the only one he immediately remembered. The Pokemon glanced up at him in confusion, and the Rattata took the opening, ramming face-first into the Cubone's chest and knocking it back.

"Forget fo'malities. Hit 'im with whatever ya got," William commanded, getting into a ready stance in case he needed to interfere. After all, this wasn't a trainer fight, this was the wild. And in the wild, there are no rules. As the Rattata charged forward at Cubone again, the lizard hopped to its feet and kicked the rat in the face in the same motion, using its bone to maintain balance. Cubone went to follow up with a second kick, but missed the retreating opponent.

As soon as the Rattata recovered, it was suddenly a blur, crashing into Cubone and knocking it back into a tree. Cubone got up and tried to intimidate the Rattata with a growl. It seemed to back off a bit, but also readied itself to attack if threatened further. Watching this all with eyes flitting between the combatants, Will then turned his attention to the surroundings, and how they could be used to give a further advantage. Spotting a broken trunk of a young tree on the ground, William moved towards it.

The Rattata was running at Cubone again, and was blocked by the bone club, which rebounded back and knocked into the Cubone's skull helmet, leaving it a bit disoriented. The Rattata was about to follow up with a Quick Attack, when it was forced to dodge a flying chunk of wood, thrown by Will. The opening was enough for Cubone to get in another Double Kick, hitting the rat in the side and sending it rolling along the ground. The wild Pokemon struggled to its feet.

"Finish 'im with anotha' kick!" shouted the new trainer, feeling the excitement of victory. Will may have celebrated too soon, however, as the Cubone missed widely and was left off-balance. As Cubone fell backwards, the Rattata rushed past where it had been with Quick Attack. Unable to curb its speed, the wild Pokemon crashed face first into a tree and knocked itself out. Will snapped his fingers, "Hah!"

Cubone jumped to its feet and threw a fist into the air in victory. It walked over to its trainer and stood in front of him, pounding its chest proudly with one arm. Will nodded, "Did good, 'specially f' our first fight. Lesse how th'others 'r doin'." Will walked over to one of the ledges and sat down on it, observing the other battles taking place and scratching his face and thinking on a name for the Pokemon. Cubone hopped up into his lap, now all the more confident that it was the best.

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OOC: I was rolling dice for the encounter, and the Rattata managed to roll a critical failure on that last attack. Cubone was only 1 off from the same. Which is funny, because for the rest of the battle they were both rolling in the 17-19 area. Truly, the dice gods are fickle masters.
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Old October 11th, 2011, 03:32 PM
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OOC: Please give Thomas a pokedex soon. This is getting painful to right. My character needs google.

Thomas Bartholomew Lakeland

Everyone has a trigger. A trigger being an event that starts a course of action that not even the bullet, or person in this case, can control or stop. It is, in a sense, a completely necessary loss of control. A moment when emotion and reason cannot act fast enough. Instinct is the only option in that moment. The most important and dangerous part of this process is something that is decided way before the trigger has even been pulled. Aim. You see. There is no choice in instinct. Instinct is simply the direction the bullet will fly once the trigger has been pulled. By the time one realizes their instincts are off the mark it is too late to correct. Now it is possible for the instinct to change during mid flight. Unfortunately, this usually involves much pain and collateral damage. That leaves just the target and the aim. The target is the desired outcome. The clarity and certainty of the target really depends on how much warning is given before the trigger is pulled. Being married with two children in 10 years and being alive five seconds from now are both valid targets depending on the quickness of the trigger. And then there is aim. Aim depends on many factors, but I won’t bore you with all of them. For now, let’s just say that aim is life. A person’s life is their aim. Every event and decision in a person’s life effects their aim, whether they realize it or not. That is why Thomas’s course of action was surprisingly unsurprising.

”Ekanssssssss!”

It took Thomas a second to realize that he was already moving forward. It took him two to see that the snakelike pokémon had lunged towards him and his new pokémon. It took him three to complete his forward roll with the foxlike pokémon wrapped safely, if not completely terrified, in his arms. Four seconds…four seconds and he felt the slight pain in his shoulder. A wound? No…just a scratch and nothing more. Probably from the roll. Pain shot through his hand. Teeth. His pokémon was biting him.

“Ow! Stop that and look in front of you!” the young man shouted while doing his best to hold on to the struggling pokémon. Seven seconds and the foxlike pokémon was still, other than the slight tremble it had developed. Or was that himself. Regardless, she was no longer biting his hand. He would just assume for the moment that his new partner had caught a glimpse of the creature staring back at them.

The purple pokémon swayed back and forth displaying its yellow band and underbelly in a strangely beautiful way. Its yellow eyes stared unflinching at the small pokémon in Thomas’s hand as its yellow tail rattled hypnotically with each sway. It was waiting for something. What did it want? Thomas looked down at the foxlike pokémon in his arms. The creature could not seem to keep her eyes from starting back at the snake in front of them. Her trembling had increased. Battling was not an option. Thomas didn’t even know how to battle pokémon, not to mention that his only pokémon seemed too terrified to even walk at the moment. No…he was going to have to find another way out of this situation. The foxlike pokémon stopped shivering…not good…

Thomas realized that he had been ignoring the danger that stood(…sat…swayed?) in front of him. Quickly the young man looked to see if the snake was moving to attack. He breathed a sigh of relief when he spotted the creature in the same place. Although something about the pokémon seemed different. Its eyes were…they were…

What’s…what’s going on? I can’t move! Thomas was screaming at his body, but it refused to response. His pupils stared, refusing to divert, at the snakes glowing eyes. The snake was moving. Thomas struggled to no avail. He could still feel a slight tremble in his arms. His mind race with what to do, but no answers came. The snake was still moving. Closer and closer it came. It was at his feet. The pokémon in his arms trembled again. He had to protect her. He couldn’t let this snake that was wrapping itself around his chest win. This pokémon was the most important thing to him now.

"Never again," he hissed through his teeth. "Never again!" Power returned to the young man’s arms as he quickly dropped his new pokémon to the ground moments before the snakelike pokémon began to constrict. Arms were pinned against chest but his pokémon was free. Thomas attempted to break the pokémon’s grip, but his arms were still feeling the effects of whatever the snake had done to him. He was going to need some help or to get creative. As the snake grip tightened, Thomas looked to find his pokémon. He didn’t have to look far. She was sitting right where he dropped her, paws over her eyes. Probably not his best bet. Creativity it would have to be.

The snakelike pokémon seemed content with the amount of constriction it had put on Thomas. Its head had now slowly lifted from behind the young man and rested on his right shoulder. ”Ekanssssssss.” Thomas felt the creatures tongue flick against his neck. He didn’t know if pokémon would kill a human, but he didn’t intend on being the proof. Without any better ideas, the young man took the only course of action he could think of. He fell backwards. Aiming his right shoulder to the ground, the young man prayed that the creature would rather release its grip than allow its head to be smashed against the ground. His prayer was answered. Right as he was about to reach the ground, Thomas felt the snakes grip loosen.

As shoulder connected with ground, pain shot through the young man’s upper body. He ignored it and rolled to the right trying to cause the creature as much pain as possible with the weight of his body. The plan worked again. Not wanting to be rolled over again, the snake completely released Thomas and moved away from the large trainer with a rather irritated look on its face. Thomas struggled to his feet while trying his best to catch his breath. He quickly spotted his pokémon out of the corner of his eye and moved to position himself between her and the snakelike pokémon.

”You doing good, girl?" He hoped his voice was offering as least a little comfort to the small pokémon. ”Don’t you worry about anything, alright? I’ll take care of this snake, and we can be on our way. That sound good to you?” Thomas risked a look back at the small pokémon and offered a smile. He noticed that the foxlike pokémon no longer had her eyes covered. She was staring timidly up at him. Turning his attention forward, Thomas focused his mind on a more important matter. How was he going to win a pokémon battle with a pokémon that seemed too scared to fight?

The snakelike pokémon in front of him hissed in annoyance. Thomas couldn’t really blame the creature. Thomas was exactly the lightest person in the world. Regardless, understanding the pokémon wasn’t going to solve his problem. He needed to figure out a way to end this fight quickly. First thing I’m doing after this is figuring out how exactly to battle a pokémon. I feel that I’m getting a bit too involved at the moment.

The snakelike moved quickly while Thomas was still thinking to himself. It slithered quickly to the right and disappeared into the grass. The young man was taken off guard by the pokémon’s sudden retreat. He had expected things to be a bit more difficult than that. Whatever the reason, the snake was gone and his pokémon was safe. Turning to the foxlike pokémon that sat a few feet behind him, Thomas offered the small creature another smile. "What did I tell you, girl. Nothing is going to happen to you. You are safe as long as you’re wi….” It was very faint, but the sound of moving grass gave Thomas the second he needed to react. The young man was already diving toward his pokémon as the snakelike creature dove back out of the grass with its poisoned fangs ready to deliver a nasty bite. A second later and the snake would have reached its target. A second earlier and Thomas might have been bitten instead. The second was just right. Thomas’s hand clamped down right behind the snakes head, and his momentum kept the snake from reaching its intended bite victim.

The next moment, the young man was lying on his back with a rather angry snake being held in his hands desperately trying to avoid being bitten. One strike. Too high. Two strikes. Thankfully to the right. Third strike. Good thing hair doesn’t feel pain. Fourth strike…why did it stop? The creature was just staring… Oh, ****! Too late. Thomas felt his arms loosing strength. Unable to keep them up, both of the young man’s hands fell to his side. He wasn’t going to be able to dodge or prevent the next attack. He couldn’t defend himself. The snake reared its head back and prepared to strike. The creature started forward…and stopped. Heat…no fire! Five small bolts of fire struck the snake directly in the face and abdomen and sent it backwards off of Thomas’s chest. The next moment, something else took its place. Six wonderfully warm tails gave him a clue as to what had saved him. Regaining control, Thomas sat up slightly, and searched for the snakelike pokémon and spotted it a short distance in front of him. Its face was badly burned, and one of its eyes seemed to have been damaged pretty badly. Giving one last angry, "Ekansssss," the creature disappeared back into the grass. Thomas had a feeling that it wasn’t going to come back any time soon.

”Vulpix” The owner of the voice was much less timid than before. Thomas looked down at the creature that sat on his chest looking up at him with brown pupil-less eyes. ”I told you everything was going to be okay,” the young man said with a hint of humor and a smile on his face. A warm tongue left his nose slightly wet. Thomas’s smile broadened as he stood up with the foxlike pokémon in his arms.

”I’m going to have to give you a name now aren’t I,” the young man said with a bit more excitement in his voice than an hour before. ”Vulpix,” the creature spoke in agreement.

"Well it is good to see that you have the ability to warm up to people…get it…because you shoot fire…eh…you right, that was stupid. I better not say that in front of people. Let’s see if we can find the others. I’ll try to think of a good name for you in the meantime. Come on, girl. A terrible serious mission with an extreme amount of pressure awaits."

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“Okay let’s see..” Alexandra said to herself as she raked through her brain in order to find some proper attack moves for the Spinarak. “Man, this is harder then I remember it to be.. Ah, got it!” While she had been thinking aloud, the Sentret hadn’t moved or attacked. Apparently it was content with just standing on it’s tail and observing the human and her Spinarak.

“Well, since you love being attached to something, use String Shot!” ”Spin!” The spider chattered slowly as a string of sticky webs shot out of it’s mouth and towards the Sentret. As the silk was flying, the squirrel-like Pokemon landed and rolled itself into a ball, causing the web to attach itself on the now rolled-up Sentret.
“Damnit, that didn’t go as planned.. Okay.. Pull him towards you and use Bite!” The face-marks on the back of her Spinarak turned into a look of confusion, but the little spider started to pull anyway. ”Spi… Spina….” There was no budging the ball, either it was too heavy to pull, or the spider had not enough power.

“Urgh.. what now..” Alexandra sighed a little as she sat looked up towards the canopy. She knew that Spinaraks had some Poison type attacks in their arsenal, but she definitely didn’t want to resort to using one.
The spider was still pulling and getting more and more upset that the Sentret wasn’t moving. After several more attempts, it cut the webs with the pincers and fired off several dark purple needles towards the balled-up Sentret.
“Wait!... oh damnit..” Alexandra groaned as she recognized the needles as a Poison Sting attack. Luckily for her, it didn’t seem to do too much damage to the Sentret and also didn’t inflict a Poisoned state. The squirrel-type Pokemon uncurled after letting out several squeaks of pain and quickly scurried away, apparently not interested in a battle.

”Spina! Spinarak!” The spider chattered happily, the markings on it’s back changing into a very happy face as it walked back to it’s Trainer. Alexandra sighed a little as she took her Pokeball back out and the red beam engulfed her Spinarak, sending it back into it’s Pokeball. “We need to have a chat at some point.” She sighed as she walked back towards the rest of the group.
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