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We are approaching Lilycove City. I repeat, we are about to dock at Lilycove City. Please do not leave any of your belongings in the cabins. There have been reports of theft. Thank you for sailing on the SS. Wailord... Once again we are...
The soft chiming voice was like the gradual alarm that she remembered, lights and sounds chirping with forest song and scented like wet moss. Diana opened amber eyes to a gradual blank stare at a wall of creamy brown like an Eevee's pelt. Obnoxious, Luca's mental voice intoned to her and she agreed without much thought, rubbing small hands against exhausted eyes. Slowly, she slid the white sheets from light skin, revealing her bare body to the room. She took no notice of it, stepping toward the cubicle of the shower and turning on steamy water.
Routine, Diana reminded the physical body, Luca's trademark deadpan smoothing over her china-doll meekness like a snake's seductive glide. Taking the harsh brush under the scalding water, the girl began to scrub herself away. Diana, deny. Wake up boy, wake up. By the time her body was properly covered in soap, it was also bright red in many patches, rubbed raw by ferocious blunt teeth.
Good. Luca was anything but soft.
Thankfully this ship had scentless soap. It wouldn't do for a boy of such... violent heritage to smell like non-poisonous flowers. Stepping out of the water ten minutes later, Luca looked impassively at the mirror, tracing almost slender fingers at the marring scar. Beneath his feet the boat shuddered, reminding him he was not in a dark room, but instead a public place. He was lucky there weren't any cameras.
The idea of cameras running their lenses over her naked body wasn't disturbing to Diana in the least. She was not devoid of modesty (not even close) but Luca had cared little for her memorizing eyes when they had met... before. Therefore, the best task was to disregard the gazes as mildly or even remotely menacing. That was what guns in the pocket were for. He still did not dress, crossing the cabin toward the clothes and items laid on the tiny table.
His fingers slipped into the hair gel, combing it into the style of devil-may-care fancy. The sticky blue semi-solid was always going to feel awkward on his hands but it was the safest way to deal with his hair. Hair spray was out of the question for his sensitive nose, but he could accept that for the time being. Slowly, he pulled each layer of clothes on, only pausing at the sight of his jacket. Hoenn is humid... a summer vacation for the foolishly frozen-minded, his father had intoned. Nodding once to an unspoken command, he began to return everything to his bag methodically, ignoring the blaring trumpet of the boat docking. He would get off when he chose, not at the whims of the rich whelps who pretended at being saintly.Tapping his foot in an almost impatient manner, Luca reviewed his starting point.
Step 1: Obtain required materials from the professor.
Step 2: Obtain more followers.
Step 3: Locate and establish contact with Eve. Begin network establishment.
Step 4: Eradicate first target, whoever that may be and however long that may take.
It was rather degrading, Luca knew, to have to be a hitman instead of having to hire one. However, training was training and if he couldn't be expected to get down and follow his own commands, why on Earth should his men? Quite simple in his opinion. Disgusting, but simple.
Finally, after moments of severe foot tapping and shuddering of the boat, it gently stopped, now only rocking by the flow of seawater. He shouldered his bag and locked the cabin behind him as he left. Passing by people, he disregarded them for the most part. None were particularly exciting... except the children. He knew to always watch his own age group or younger. Diana would never know whenever she would have to become them. Luca himself wouldn't say no to creating a new network with kids. They always seemed to know the gossip anyway. They were some of the only creatures the Keress kept their hands clean with.
One bumped into him and almost toppled over. Silently, he yanked her up to her feet and nodded, amber gaze silently pushing her onward. When the little girl merely stared, he added. "Find your mama." His voice was lighter than expected from his burning glare and clenched fingertips, sharpness darting all around. The little girl nodded and scampered away obediently, twin tails bouncing again.
"Scary guy aren't you?" commented a voice, feminine and distasteful. Arms slipped around his neck, searching for things that weren't supposed to be there. "Making children flee in terror like that is a new low isn't it?"
"... Eve," he acknowledge simply. "If you don't desire yourself excavated, let me go." Step 3: completed early. Eve smiled down at him, long locks twisted into ringlets of glimmering red. Used to be blond... he recalled lightly, stepping away and moving forward to keep walking toward the exit. Eve hummed and danced after him, enjoying the way heads turned and people froze.
"How do I look," she inquired as the muggy wind and hot sun struck them both on deck.
Luca shrugged. "You know I'm not interested."
"Why aren't you little one," she teased, gripping at her sunflower hat to keep it from spinning to the ocean. She earned another shrug from the younger male, causing her to laugh and laugh at a joke no one cared about. Eve released a theatrical sigh, skipping to block his way down the ramp. He simply raised an eyebrow at her. "You're just no fun!" she quipped at him. "I bet you do this to all the girls who drool at you."
"They'll just have to deal with it," he replied cheerlessly, stepping onto the wobbly wood. "So... is there a client or am I off on my merry way?"
Eve shrugged. "They left a couple days ago, the impatient berks. Seriously... can't even give the future a chance here..." He waved her off dismissively and she snorted. "Good point... their fault if the drug shipment falls through... which it will. Why people bother with such a failing business venture is beyond my understanding."
"Nobody cares about the lives of a few quick reproducers..." he commented dully. "It's why the adrenaline shots and the evolution inducers happen to the species that crop up everywhere... such as Raticate, Furret, Linoone, Magikarp, etc. It's foolish to hit the less common such as Rufflet, or Gible. The aftereffects have an effect on the ecosystem that injures the status quo. Any decent trainer would know that a damage to the ecosystem is a damage to their ability as trainers. Businessmen abandoned the venture more often than not, so they sell indiscriminately like unsavvy newbies thinking angering a Growlithe is safer than using a Caterpie in a tornado."
Eve choked out a laugh. "Say that to the old man, I dare you."
"That would be out of character," was his remark, letting amber eyes lock on a sign. The lab hm..."We part here." Without a goodbye he went down the path, ignoring the large bustling city and the crowd swallowing him into a long line. Eve smirked, heading her own way. She was a good sister, for all her oddity.
Shouts and yells created a discordant affair of people. Most of them were fidgeting anxiously and chatting nervously, wearing as thin and short clothes as socially acceptable, some not even going that far. Luca tuned them out, slouching a bit against one of the wooden stakes on the dock. A kid looked at him and grinned, probably thinking they were going to get a pal or something equally as inane. "Hey dude you too?" His voice dipped and seemed to shout over the whole crowd of gangly teenagers, causing each sulky pair of eyes to lock on him. Luca merely arched an eyebrow at him, silently answering the question. The other laughed sheepishly and turned away, allowing the teen to casually fold his arms over his chest.
Whispers floated in and out of his hearing. "Scary... was just being friendly... what a monster man... hope he gets a Wurmple or something.... weirdo..."
"Beautifly and Dustox are rather dangerous so I'd win that bet," Luca spoke over them, hushing the ingrates instantly. Huh, he would have to work on his formal speech. He needed to sound more frightening and less intelligent. The more brawny he looked, the more the enemy would be unnerved. Sounded fun to him.
The line moved surprisingly quickly, punctuating discomforting silence with squeals and groans and the haphazard dashing of puberty twisted feet. Luca bore this with nothing more than a frown and unfocused thoughts. The heat was rather obnoxious. Perhaps he was going to get an Ice type and they could bear the trifle together. He honestly had wanted to be surprised with who his first Pokemon would be. Finally the turn was his and he walked with relief into the air conditioning. A middle-aged woman tinkered with a large metal device, adjusting the case with a screwdriver. She glanced up over dark waves of hair and smiled. "Another one. Welcome."
"Pleased to meet you," he nodded simply. Authority figures like the League and the professors were meant to be given respect. You never knew when their good word could be used to your advantage after all. The woman rose to her feet. "You are Professor Cyprus are you not?" Receiving a small smirk from the dark-skinned woman, he smiled darkly. "My name is Luca Keress."
Her eyes glittered at the sound of his name, making him frown on the inside. Had their reputation spread to Hoenn so easily. Hm, he would have to tell them to disappear from the radar a little. He didn't have a calling card just yet. Flashy the lot of them. How much she knew he couldn't say and he wasn't interested... for the moment. Cyprus smiled. "I see," she hummed gently. "That's right... you were said to be coming in today. Are you ready?"
"For?" he inquired quizzically. She walked away from her table and pulled a few objects from a small box. She enlarged a Pokeball and tossed it at, unsurprisingly, his head. Luca caught it and stared at the ordinary device, tracing odd engravings of violet fire that created a small sticker above the seal. Getting the message, he pressed the button and let out the creature. The ball burst open in a shower of sparkling light and released a dark quadruped, blue skin mostly covered by black, sharp fur. It sniffed blindly at the air before opening sharp jaws and snapping at nothing in particular. The creature sniffed and padded over to where the professor stood, growling protectively. Or perhaps it was nervous?
"This here is a Deino," she introduced to the quizzical male, who was watching the dragon with fascination. "It's originally from Unova so... you may not know much about her. She's a little shy, but give her time and she'll grow used to you." Gently, the woman shoved the creature off of her feet, causing her to grumble and whine in misery. Luca surprised himself by chuckling gently. He knew a fair bit about Deino, but had never seen one before. They were blind yet had the energy to bite and tackle longer than most Pokemon. Typically this Pokemon was wild and dangerously violent. Yet this one seemed more anxious and fear-driven. It growled in his direction and Luca smiled. Keen too, this one, likely due to it being slightly smaller than statistics indicated.
"Etzli," he hummed, smiling a bit more. The creature couldn't se it, but what mattered was that the professor did. Pro-battling or not, she needed to see a good trainer. He held out a hand, knuckle free of course and knelt. It sniffed cautiously, still growling. She, he reminded himself, peered sightlessly out, following his voice. "Etzli," Luca repeated lightly. "Here now Etzli. Here, to me. To my voice." Slowly, she crawled over, halting in fright a few inches away. "Here Etzli." The firm statement caused her to scramble over and sniff his fingers. He turned his hand to stroke her dark head. "That's it." Treat this one kindly, he realized quickly. Luca needed strength he could keep, not an uncontrollable powerhouse. Magma and Aqua were testament to that much.
Cyprus watched him. "Black sheep are you?"
Luca glanced up at her and smirked, rising to his feet. "You could say that," she agreed, eyes twinkling. The woman held out a few Pokeballs and a black device. "They've marketed."
"Yes we convinced them that mustard-yellow is disgustingly flashy," she remarked with a small grin. "Don't forget this." She held out a card to him which he took with only the tiniest of sighs at the sight of his picture. It was positively horrid. Giving her a customary nod of polite amusement, he clicked his tongue and headed toward the door.
"Etzli, to me." The creature perked slowly and tottered after him nervously. She glanced back at Cyprus, who gave no reply, before following again. She let out a grumble of complaint as the sweltering heat hit her fur, to which Luca silently agreed. Outside the bustling line fell abruptly silent as he exited, staring at the creature which trotted after him. The whispers burst again, causing Luca to smirk with contained glee.
Lilycove was so noisy. It was a miracle Etzli wasn't loosing her little mind to the chaos of the place. Where to look for more followers... he supposed the art museum could hold promise... certainly not the department store. There were just so many classy people there... with easily pickpocketed wallets. Hahaha... hm?
Etzli was sniffing around, the young dragon curiously investigating a trash can. Luca paused with a frown, hoping that he wouldn't have to teach the no eating garbage lesson so soon. Instead, his starter let out a wild screech of pain, howling and wailing as Luca clapped coolly, drawing her over. There was a horrible bite mark on one of her forelegs, which was cool to the touch. Ice Fang, he realized as the Deino began to growl hatefully in that direction for a second time.
The trash can his Deino had been sniffing wobbled and clattered to the ground. Behind it had been a pink creature with very sharp fangs. Snubbull. Hmm... adorable... yet dangerous... Luca approved. A perfectly good minion and first target for his Pokemon. How to fight this creature though... Deino was blind as a bat. Wait... it had gotten the first attack... shed the first...
Luca smirked coldly, an expression that worked just as well as any Intimidate, causing the Snubbull to pause in his creeping on Etzli. "Etzli can you smell it, your blood?" he asked softly. She whined at him. Of course she could. Her leg was bleeding. "No... on the one who bit you?" He could see flecks of red on the pink Pokemon's mouth. "Sniff girl. He hurt you. You ought to strike back. Focus!"
The Deino concentrated as the Pokemon recovered itself, charging toward her while she searched for his smell. "Dark Pulse," Luca commanded with a smirk.The opponent was undeterred, even as Etzli reluctantly focused on the Dark energy rising around its mouth. Her head swerved wildly before focusing dead center, just below the Snubbull's head. She fired as the Pokemon ducked his head, it smashing into her chest before being thrown backwards by the force of the attack.
"Again," he snapped, not meaning the harshness in his own voice. "While it's dazed. Dragon Rage!" Etzli tried, but to be honest she wasn't that enraged... Confused, she lifted her head and fired in (hopefully) that same direction purple and gold fireballs. Only one actually hit the Snubbull, which caused it shake its head and charge, tackling the Deino over. She hissed sharply as the pink bulldog barreled her into Luca's legs. FIrmly, her trainer pushed her off, letting the creature climb to her paws slowly, limping.
Now, she was angry. Rising ferociously to her feet, she charged, tackling the Snubbull mid-step and clamping jaws on his arm and gnawing. Snubbull screamed and his fangs turned bright blue, crunching towards Etzli's throat. The cold made the Deino backpedal and reflexively release a burst of Dragon Rage. Luca watched this with slightly round eyes. What beautiful destruction. That greedy part of him urged his hand to throw but the boy waited, even as Snubbull aimed to knock his injured Pokemon to the ground and rip her poor throat open.
"Dark Pulse once more!" he commanded and Etzli released a loud, furious roar in reply, practically making the buildings shake with her rage. Snubbull charged head bowed, slamming into the Deino as the darkness exploded, blasting human and Pokemon to smack against the concrete. Luca winced silently, gripping his head as the smoke engulfed his eyes. "Etzli... to me Etzli!" Silence met his ears and mentally Luca paled. He could not fail this soon... he would not! "Etzli!"
Silence shivered the air again. Then a weak crooning growl answered him and the Deino limped to his waiting arms, crooning to his voice and managing to rest her head against his right arm. "Good girl," he praised softly as the smoke cleared. "Good girl..." The Snubbull was unconscious against one of the walls, his eyes spinning. Luca smiled quietly. "Welcome to mine little one, my little Niklas..." He threw the ball and it dragged the unconscious Normal type inside, shaking like a fiend possessed. Then it lay still, as if cowering.
Luca only smirked again, continuing to stroke Etzli's head. "That's right... you know who your master is now don't you..."
@Fuyu - Wow, way to set the bar high man. That was a fantastic post, also great ways of playing with the setting. I'm definitely eagerly await more of Luca/Diana's journey.
Deino (Itzli) grew to lv. 16!
Luca caught a Snubbul!
This was the third day Mara had spent on the S.S. Augustine. While she was eager to begin her career anew in a new region she had to admit the time to relax had been nice. As the ship began to dock she stood near the gangplank with her backpack slung over her back. The crowd attempting to get off the ship was thick, and it took a little while before Mara was able to get through and onto the dock. There were a good number of them that she noticed were carrying Pokemon. Perhaps they were trainers. She hoped so. There would just be that many more opponents for her to annhiliate.
Mara breathed a sigh as her feet touched dry, steady land. She didn't have a problem with seasickness but it was at least nice not to feel like her world was constantly swaying underneath her. There was an exaggerated strut to her step and a sway to her hips as she walked, eyes scanning her surroundings in search of a hint to where she should go. She didn't have to look far; not far from the harbor was a large sign pointing the way to the laboratory. A faint smile curved her lips as she turned to follow the arrow. She was just that much closer to getting back into the profession she loved. Now that she knew where she was going she allowed her mind to wander and take in the scenery. Lilycove was a fairly good sized city, though it was nothing compared to what she was used to back home. The closer she got to the lab, the thicker sidewalk traffic got. She supposed it would be safe to assume that a lot of these people were heading to the laboratory as well. Naturally she began sizing up the competition. Many of them looked far too young to pose any threat to her. They would be easy to demolish and their losses would only contribute to her strength. However, there were also many older trainers, some her age, some even older. They must have decided to come to Hoenn later in their careers, like she had. She wondered if they were any good. They would probably pose quite a challenge, and she couldn't wait to face that challenge. The thrill of an imminent battle made her feet move faster.
That thrill would have to wait. Mara got caught up a few feet away from the door to the lab. At first she couldn't figure out what the problem was, but then she realized it was the line to get a trainers' license and a starter. She frowned and crossed her arms. Patience was not a virtue she possessed, and this was clearly going to take a while.
The minute hand on her watch had moved five times before the line began to move. It was another five before it moved again. The snail pace was driving Mara insane. Why did it have to take so long? She'd been hoping to start travelling today but with the way this was going, she wasn't sure if she would be able to go before dark. An hour had gone by when the line started moving much more quickly. The people coming out of the lab didn't seem to have a starter, however. That concerned her a little. She didn't think they were refusing to take a starter. Did that mean that the lab had run out? That seemed ridiculous. She would have thought a lab in a city where there was so much traffic would be well prepared for that. Still, she noticed a murmur rising up from the crowd. Word was spreading back through the line that they were in fact out of starter Pokemon. Apparently Professor Cypress had not been anticipating the sheer number of new trainers that would filter through her doors. At this news many of the prospective trainers in line grumbled and stepped aside. Mara raised an eyebrow at them, but had no problem stepping up to take their place. It did irritate her that she wouldn't be getting her Pokemon and her license as she had planned, but she could at least get the license. Perhaps Cypress would let her in first thing in the morning to get one. That, or she'd find something she wanted elsewhere.
In what seemed like no time at all Mara stepped into the clean, organized interior of the lab. She was greeted by a frazzled looking woman with glasses and dark emerald hair. "Good evening," she said with a weary smile. "I am Professor Cypress. What is your name and your place of origin?"
She poised herself next to a large monitor, her fingers hovering over the keyboard. Mara answered, "My name is Mara Henning. I'm from Goldenrod, Johto."
Cypress nodded and asked, "Have you at any point been registered in the Johto league? If so did you receive any badges there?"
"I was registered," she answered. "I received all of the badges up to Clair."
The machine made a series of clicking and whirring noises, and a freshly printed identification card popped out. "Alright, here you are. I trust you've heard by now that I currently do not have any Pokemon to give."
Mara gave her a charming smile. "That's alright, ma'am. I'm sure I can find one some way or another."
Cypress breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed as though other starting trainers hadn't been so understanding. "I'll still give you your five Pokeballs and everything else, and if you'll just come back in the morning I'll have a Pokemon to give you."
"That'll be fine." She accepted the five balls and attached each of them to the inside of her vest. The Pokedex, she placed in her vest pocket, and the identification card went safely into a pocket of her backpack. "Thank you very much for your time, Professor. I'll be returning tomorrow." She stepped forward to shake Cypress's hand. The older woman smiled softly.
"I look forward to seeing you."
Mara left then, already formulating how to get her starter. She wasn't about to wait until morning. It was only two; there was so much she could still get done today. First and foremost, she was hungry. So she went into the first restaurant she found and seated herself.
Her eyes flitted back and forth across the patrons as she rested her head in her hand and relaxed. Many of the people here were the young trainers she'd seen at the lab. Most of them were enjoying their newfound status as trainer and had their Pokemon in their laps, in the chair next to them, or on the table. The booth nearest her seated a young boy and a scruffy looking Vulpix. There was just something about it that caught her eye, so she began discreetly watching them. As far as she could tell, the Vulpix had no interest at all in the boy. On the contrary, it seemed to be trying to find a way to sneak off.
As the waitress came and take her order she kept half an eye on the boy at all times. Her food arrived and she ate and drank slowly. This was no longer about filling her stomach; it was about filling her first Pokeball. The boy finished before she did and he waited for his check, so now was the time to take action. Swiftly she reached into her bag and extracted a small metal cylinder with a tiny button on the end. These had come in handy in Johto and she knew they would come in handy now. Adrenaline began to pump through her body as she waited for the path to the door to clear; she wouldn't be able to see the way in a moment. At just the right second she pressed the button and tossed the cylinder away from herself. A few beats later it began emitting foul-smelling, vision-obscuring black smoke. Mara jumped to her feet and ran expertly to the boy's booth, snatched up a furry bundle that she could assume was the Vulpix, and then sprinted toward the door in the path she had planned. She left the coughing and confused people behind and darted into a nearby alley to catch her breath. As she did she grasped the Vulpix by the scruff and encapsulated it in a Pokeball. All of the evidence of what she'd just done was now eradicated. Still, she would be glad to get some distance between herself and the scene of the crime. She slipped back onto the sidewalk and strolled away at a leisurely pace. Behind her she could hear the commotion and she turned to look like a curious bypasser. But, again like a mere bypasser, she continued on. Whatever was going on back there had nothing to do with her.
It wasn't until she was near the city limits that she slowed. There was a cocky smile on her lips as she reached into her vest and pulled out her only filled ball. She seated herself at a bench underneath the shade of several trees and pressed the button to release her ill-gotten starter.
"You must be confused," she said authoritatively. It seated itself on its haunches and tilted its head in affirmation. "That boy hadn't the slightest clue how to bring you to your full potential. I know just what you need and I can make you better than you ever imagined. I can do this with or without your cooperation, but I'd much rather know we're on the same page. Do you think we can manage that?"
The Vulpix studied her with distrusting amber eyes. It seemed that it didn't quite know what to think of her. Mara wasn't going to wait for it to decide. She knelt down next to it and grabbed its scruff. That incapacitated it while she checked in its ears, eyes, mouth, and under its tail. She felt of its bone structure and muscling and its paws. She placed a hand over its chest so she could feel the heat of its flame sac. As far as all of these things went, it was in excellent health. The scruffy quality of its fur could be fixed with high quality food and brushing. After this examination she could tell it was male and fairly young, so he was likely to be prideful, high-strung, and energetic. That was just fine. Mara knew exactly how to work with that. "You will be referred to as Alpha. Respond to that. You will either be great, or you will be nothing but a thorn in my side. Keep in mind how you act toward me is in direct proportion to how I treat you."
Alpha growled low, but it wasn't necessarily a threat. It was more as if to say, 'The same goes for you.'
That was good enough for Mara. She dug around in her bag and extracted a long chain leash. There was a ring at the end she could put the leash through to create a collar. With a serious expression, she showed Alpha the leash.
"You will be walking out of the ball with me," she informed him. "If you can't follow me on your own, I'm putting this on you. I know you're smarter than that, so let's make this an enjoyable walk, shall we?"
Mara rose to her feet and motioned for Alpha to follow her. She wanted to start on her way to the next town, but the problem with that was she hadn't stocked up on all of the supplies she would need yet, preoccupied as she was with stealing a Vulpix. That meant she would have to go back into Lilycove. Granted, there was a chance the Vulpix's actual owner would see her and get her into trouble but she knew just what to do in that situation and she was confident she could shut that little brat up quickly. She smiled coldly to herself as she reentered the city limits with Alpha trotting along next to her. The pace seemed to be a little fast for him, but the only way to get him to the physical shape she wanted from him was to push him. Soon he would be able to pass her easily, but he would know better than to disrespect her like that. She would see to it.
As the buildings swallowed her once more she heard a growling sound in an alley between two buildings. She and Alpha stopped simultaneously and listened. It was worth checking out, so the pair quietly slipped into the alley, their eyes peeled. Alpha noticed it before she did; a Snubbul glaring at the both of them from against a wall, its teeth bared. The pink cutesy Pokemon was not one that Mara would generally choose to train, but for now it would do fine. She did need the occasional expendable, after all. There were always Pokemon on her team that she was willing to sacrifice for a win. This one could fill that role.
"You're up, Alpha." Mara's voice was unusually calm and stoic. Alpha stepped up with his ears flat against his head, meeting the Snubbul's aggression. Instead of offering further instruction she waited to see what it would do next. The Snubbul snarled all the more furiously and raised its hackles. It was a clear and direct threat. Alpha did not back down from it, though, and that impressed her. She didn't give him the slightest bit of instruction until she saw tiny wisps of flame flit between Snubbul's teeth.With the experience she had she knew what to expect, so she waited impatiently for the pink canine to react. It had finally had enough of being cornered and it propelled itself toward Alpha with surprising speed to sink flaming teeth into his flank. Alpha cried out and jerked himself out of its grip. Mara frowned; that was something she would have to train out of him later. Pulling away from an enemy when held in claws or teeth could result in more grievous injury. Alpha would have to be taught to tolerate pain better.
For the time being things were going exactly as she'd expected. She was aware of the Flash Fire ability Vulpix possessed, and it was brought into effect now. "Execute Tail Whip and follow up with Heat Wave. Quickly."
Perhaps it was the no nonsense tone in her voice that made Alpha respond so promptly. He battered Snubbul with his six tails, then jumped back, braced his legs, and formed a ball of orange flame in his mouth. Instead of exhaling flame he breathed out sharply, sending a gust of searing wind at the Snubbul. It howled in agony and tried to leap out of the way, but Alpha kept it trapped. Mara smiled faintly. She would have to remember to praise him for that.
"Alright, Alpha. Stand down," she said when she thought he couldn't keep it going anymore. Just before the barrage stopped she threw a Pokeball. It sucked the Snubbul in and shook feebly a few times before laying still.
"Excellent." Mara knelt down and stroked Alpha between the ears. "You are every bit as good as I expected. We have some training to do, but I'm still very impressed by you."
He looked up at her smugly. She did not reward the proud behavior, instead rising to her feet, retrieving the ball, and attaching it to the inside of her jacket.
"It shall be referred to as Beta. That means any order I give, you must follow; and order you give, it must follow, and so on down the line. The chain may change at any given time. Do you understand?"
Alpha dipped his head in answer. That was good enough, so she went back out onto the street and headed for the Mart again. She was pleased to note that although there were several puncture wounds in Alpha's side from the Fire Fang he didn't even limp. That showed strength and tenacity. So far he seemed as if he'd be one of those Pokemon that she would easily sacrifice another to keep. If she was going to be keeping his health in order she would have to make a trip to the Center as well. She only hoped there weren't signs up at the Center that denoted a missing Vulpix, because she was not about to give him back.
@Strikit - Man I love your writing style. You really play with the setting, and I liked the bit of anatomy as well. I'm enjoying Mara and her mindset and I'm definitely looking forward to more!
Vulpix (Alpha) grew to lv. 16!
Mara caught a Snubbul!
Noel Wolfe - [ Chapter One: Lilycove City ]
The sound of boats flooded the city of Lilycove. Today was a day of activity as many trainers made their way into the city hoping to receive their first pokemon and officially start the adventure of being a pokemon trainer. It was the beginning of many stories and a defining moment for many lives. For some it was the start to everything and for others it was a means of starting fresh. For Noel Wolfe today was a day of escape.
@Kranic - An excellent post! I quite like that you made Noel lose, a very realistic decission. What an interesting start to what surely must become an interesting journey. I only hope her Axew will be alright.
Hatchett (Axew) grew to lv. 18 and learned Scary Face!
(ooc: wasn't sure if I could encounter a pokemon, so I didn't battle one.)
//logan zephrulosHoenn. Peaceful, undeveloped, Hoenn.
Well, not really undeveloped. Just not as developed as all the other regions. Back in Kanto, even towns once small and tranquil now have airports and skyscrapers. There's no more "countryside", really. Just vast expanses of city.
Hoenn is different. This is the wilderness. This is where nature rules king, and the humans, cities, everything man made is something small and insignificant.
All this is running through my mind as I step get off the ferry, walk down the dock, and enter Lilycove City, which is bigger than I originally thought it was going to be. Lilycove is a city, but there are lots of (real) trees and flowers and the air is fresh, as a pose to other cities, like Saffron, where the only trees are made of plastic, and the air is colored gray from factory smoke. In fact, here, there seem to be no factories at all. No hustle and bustle. Everything here is relaxed and careful, which definitely helps cater to the tourists. This should be interesting. A Pokemon journey instead of my usual life in the lab.
Figuratively and literally, Hoenn is a breath of fresh air.
Ten minutes later, I am standing at the back of a long, winding line in front of Professor Cyprus' lab. I hadn't counted on there being a line, but now that I thought about it, it was kind of to be expected. Today is a big day. Everybody's getting their starter today.
My thoughts are interrupted by a loud, deep noise.
"Hey, you. You need to be sixteen, you know."
I look up at the guy in front of me. I have to bend my head back a bit to look at him, as he is way taller than me. He is a hulking form, bound in muscles, with scars all over his face and a bandana tied on his head. A white tank top with a picture of a Gyarados eating a naked woman is glued to his chest by sweat.
He scowls at me, waiting for a response. I give him one.
"I actually am sixteen." I was going to add a few choice names with a few choice adjectives, but I decided against it, looking at his sheer size.
Realization dawns on Muscles, and he snickers and then turns around shaking his head.
I give him the finger, but it's only half-hearted. Everywhere I go, my size has always been a problem. I'm smarter than everybody around me, but I'm also shorter. And weaker. And shorter.
I had once tried making a serum to make me taller, but luckily I had the forethought to test it on a monkey before I drank it.
There was one less monkey in the world after that experiment.
I let my thoughts wander for a while, sub-consciously moving with the line. I don't how long I was in the line but after some time, I am first in line, standing in front of the Professor's door. Muscles is inside, and pretty soon I hear a scream of rage.
Muscles storms outside, all sweaty and swearing, clutching a Skitty in one arm. He scowls at everybody still in the line, daring us to say anything.
All of us stifle laughs but don't say anything.
I walk inside, and take a look at Professor Cyprus. She is average sized, but still taller than me. Dark hair frames her dark face, and she is wearing a white lab coat. She's definitely smart, but looks kind of young. She looks kind of exasperated, and she hasn't seemed to notice me yet. She mutters to herself, "You get what you get, and you don't get upset," while arranging the poke balls on the table behind her in a rectangular formation.
I clear my throat. Loudly.
The Professor looks up and takes me in. Confusion shows on her face, and she turns around and looks at a small laptop computer, and then back at me.
"You must be Logan Zephrulos."
"Yes", I say, wishing she would just hurry up and give me a starter. I can't see inside the poke balls, but I do hope I don't get a Skitty.
And then she says it. "... You're shorter than I expected."
No. She. Did. Not. Just. Say. That.
My mechanical arms swing down and hit the ground palms down. I press a button on my belt, and there is a hiss as the arms extend, lifting me off of the ground until I'm at her height. But I don't stop there. I go higher and higher, until I'm at least twice as tall as her.
I scowl at her. "I'll let you know, I'm probably a hundred times smarter than you. Shut up, and just do your job and give me a starter and all the other stuff."
She smiles and raises her hands in surrender. "As you wish."
She looks at me one more time, then looks over the assortment of poke balls. She grabs one and tosses it to me.
I fumble the catch and almost drop it, but I manage to get a hold on it.
She then prints out a license for me, grabs a PokeNav, and reaches out to me. "I can't reach you," she says.
I smile. "You're shorter than I expected."
She shakes her head. "You want these or not?"
I lower myself down, and accept the things. She also gives me five poke balls, and I clip those to my belt.
I look at the PokeNav. It's a shoddy piece of work, way outdated, made like a true Hoenn PokeNav, but it'll have to do. I can make some changes to it later on. I clip this onto the belt, and then look at the poke ball.
I take a deep breath, and press the button. I better not get a Skitty.
What comes out is most definitely not a Skitty.
A humanoid shaped pokemon with a large blade on it's head stares at me with yellow eyes. It has blades for arms, blades on it's stomach, a blade on it's head... Everything about it is sharp.
A metallic sound resounds in my head, sort of like telepathy. Pawn. Pawniard.
It has no mouth, so this must be it's way of communicating.
Cyprus speaks up. "Meet Pawniard. He's feisty, strong, and a good partner for you. Name him."
I look at Pawniard, then back at the Professor. "I'll name him Knight. He's most certainly not a pawn."
The Professor nods, and smiles. "Good luck."
I nod back, then turn around. "Come on, Knight. We've got a lot to do."
An hour later, I am sweaty, tired and out of breath. We have done nothing at all. Knight looks fine, but we've searched all over the place and found nothing. At all. We need another team member.
We've gotten down to the beach, and finally, we have a bit of luck.
A Staryu is bathing in the sun. Perfect. Staryu are strong, and would be a good addition to the team. Knight looks at me and I nod.
The Staryu spots us.... and bolts down to the water. We run after it, but it's too late. Staryu is gone.
Exasperation sets in, and it's clear Knight is pretty pissed as well. We look around the beach for a while, but nothing is there. Damn.
I'm getting kind of hungry so I decide to go and get some food.
I walk away from the beach, Knight by my side.
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@Nimblethumbs - A good intro post, I quite enjoy your writing style and Logan's certainly an interesting character to follow. You may not catch any Pokémon in this route, but you may encounter them if you wish (and can come up with a reason for Logan not to capture them). You may also battle another trainer.
Noah Loveride really didn't need anyone telling him that it was time to wake up. If things had been his way, sleep would take over, and reality wouldn't exist. The name-calling from his ever-taunting bullies would never have happened, and he wouldn't have been hurt because of who he was. Of course, this was wishful thinking, and Noah never approved of it.
As he pushed away the cyan-sheets of his slept-in bed, he began to think for a while. As he stared at the white ceiling, he thought of different memories he had before he was a freak. Noah remembered the innocent trips to the playground, where his mother pushed him on the swings, and pushed him down the slides. He also remembered the many cute Pokémon that were there, that often stopped by to see him. There were the many Azurill and Marill often spraying him and his friends with a light Water Gun attack. As Noah opened his eyes once more, he felt an arrogant person enter his mind. He grunted; this was not how he wanted to start his day. To shows his annoyance, Noah rolled his eyes.
"Stop it, Noah, you're not a freak. Stop thinking of those previous memories, you pansy! Gosh, Noah, sometimes I feel like you want[ people to make fun of you. Anyways, where was I? Oh yeah. You've got the brains, aka me, to destroy anybody, plus you've got all of us to take anyone else down! We'll destroy everything in our paths!" Eric's voice echoed in Noah's head. Noah began to have a headache, as he began to close his eyes to concentrate on meeting Eric.
As Noah opened his eyes, he was delighted at what he saw, despite Eric's word to him just a few moments ago. He was standing on a never-ending grassy field, where there was a rainbow stretching out on the blue sky. It was his happy place, where no one could make fun of him for being who he was. Noah's head turned to take in all of the scenery, and a rare smile took control of his face.
"You decided on this place for a meeting? You're such a pansy," Eric snickered, before appearing in front of him. Noah sighed; he hated talking to Eric. At least the others were somewhat tolerable, and helpful. Eric was just perverse, and ruthless towards others. In fact, that's how Noah lost most of his friends; through Eric.
"What do you want, Eric?" Noah asked his alternate personality. Eric chuckled almost sadistically, before answering the question. The alternate personality's shoulders were raised up, while he crossed his arms, inhaling then exhaling. They didn't realize the jock that was going to interrupt them.
"Noah, you have to pi-" Eric was cut off by Alex landing, quite literally, in the middle of the conversation with his feet planted on the ground. Alex had just finished perfecting his triple-flip landing technique, so he was psyched. He was about to tell Noah something before Eric knocked him out with a pressure point. Noah rolled his eyes; Eric just had to ruin the fun of Alex doing another accomplishment. To give the sadistic one some credit though...wait...Noah didn't give him any credit. He still ruined whatever fun there was. However, Eric paid no attention to this, and went on as if it was normal. Then, the sadist continued.
"You've got to choose Castform as your Pokémon, so you can connect to it on a personal level. Like you, it can change forms. Think of the power you could wield!" Eric grinned widely, like a madman. Noah nodded, in order to get Eric away. Why he was so sadistic was one thing Noah could never comprehend. He could've easily told Noah just to pick Castform due to the relation they could have with one another, but no; Eric had to add in the part of destroying everyone with the power. After seeing Noah nod, Eric returned it with a smirk, before disappearing in a flash of smoke, like always.
"For once, he's not bad in considering the options of what Pokémon to get," a voice said behind Noah. He turned around to see Sol, walking towards him. Sol was smiling, and Noah could tell that he had just finished meditating considering he looked calm. The blades of grass whipped under him, as the calmer personality came closer and closer to Noah. The two hugged, before talking.
"Honestly Sol, I think he's right. If I get Castform, we could relate on a personal level, giving us a personal bond," Noah explained to the alternate personality. Sol nodded in understanding, before turning to Alex. The calmer personality held Alex, and slung him over his shoulders before starting to walk away. However, he turned before he could.
"I'll leave that up to you, Noah. For now, I've got to take Mr. Jock to my office for a repair!" Sol grinned, before disappearing with Alex. The two waved each other goodbye, before the last personality came out of hiding, and jumped right in front of Noah after Sol disappeared with Alex in a burst of blue smoke. Chris smiled very widely, obviously excited about today. He knew that Noah was finally leaving the hotel he was staying at in order to go out for a journey, which made Chris giddy; he couldn't wait to see how unsheltered Noah was becoming! Unfortunately, it was the exact opposite.
"Hi, Noah!" Chris waved furiously towards the actual person. Noah waved back, grinning slightly in order to play along with Chris' world of happiness and fun time. Noah couldn't explain it, but the personalities were like his brothers; he didn't want to ruin the youngest's (Chris') idea of pure innocence before he was meant to. Unfortunately for Noah, Chris was always happy, which the high IQ knew about. Despite this, he continued to play along.
"Hello, Chris. How are you doing today? Are the roses in your garden blooming?" Noah asked the optimist, who looked on sullenly. Noah realized that the flowers must have not been doing so well, and decided to fix that, before Chris interrupted his train of thought.
"I'm doing great, but the roses aren't blooming, no matter what I do..." Chris lowered his head in sadness, and Noah swore he saw a tear rim the optimist's eyes. Noah restrained himself from coming up with a cynical remark about how this was nothing to cry about. Instead, Noah focused on the roses blooming into beautiful flowers. Suddenly, Chris, aware that his flowers were now blooming, beamed at Noah in happiness and joy.
"Oh, thank you, Noah! You're the best!" Chris practically jumped on top of Noah hugging him, while the latter laughed slightly. Then, Chris disappeared in a puff of yellow, symbolizing joy and amiability, leaving Noah alone. He sighed, before closing his eyes. Then, he was back in the hotel room. Noah's head scanned the area, wondering if anything had happened if he had gone. Noah didn't expect anything TO happen, but he never knew.
Noah sighed, as he saw the rays of sunlight enter his room. He quickly changed out of his sleepwear, and packed it up inside of his bag. Then, he put on his black long-sleeved shirt, and blueberry-colored sweatshirt. After that, he put on his black pants, and his black shoes with blue laces. Noah took a look at himself in the mirror in the bathroom to look himself over. He gave a sigh of boredom, before opening the door to the sign that said Floor 9. Noah located the stairs with relative ease, and he began to step down the stairs at a quick pace. He didn't want to be in the hotel any longer than he had to, so the red carpet covering the stairs was blurred as he stepped down and down again. Finally, he reached the lobby, where the receptionist was waiting behind the painted white stone desk. Noah walked over to her, taking in the scenery of the new location. On the 9th floor, there were only some traces of white, as most of the colors had been replaced by the long-term visitors. Noah himself added his own touch of cyan to the floor.
"Hi, I'd like to check out of my room." Noah requested. The receptionist typed on her keyboard furiously, before asking Noah an important question. Her head tilted to rest on her shoulder, while she let her red hair flow down to her neck.
"What's your name, cutie?" The receptionist asked the checking-out boy. Noah rolled his eyes at the last remark, before answering with a quick explanation.
"I'm Noah Loveride," Noah began, before the receptionist typed into her keyboard feverishly once more. "Oh yeah, try going for someone who plays on your own team." Noah rolled his eyes, before the receptionist had a shocked look on her face. Noah smirked; that little tidbit had definitely surprised her. The receptionist now replaced her flirtatious look with one that had a glare shooting daggers. She was done checking Noah out, and just needed to see his ID Number to charge the room for his parents.
"My ID Number is 72547." Noah stated, before the receptionist could ask. She nodded to signal that he was now officially checked out. As he started to leave, the receptionist went back to work, disheartened by the fact that the only cute boy in the apartment was playing for the other team. Noah glanced at her, before plastering a confident smirk on his face.
Lilycove City was absolutely breathtaking to Noah. Of course, he had seen the scenery many times before, but that certainly didn't stop him from admiring the views and the oceanside breeze. Suddenly, Noah had a pounding headache, before whispering a faint "Oh, no..."
"This is Lilycove City, huh? Look at how weak everyone is! It's no doubt that I will take down everyone here without any effort!" A deeper voice whispered to himself. Eric adjusted the blueberry sweatshirt, and walked to where he thought was the lab he was supposed to go to, if all of those Trainer News reports were correct. The greenery and the trees brought a pleasant scent, which Eric disregarded, as well as all the other aspects of the city. He ignored the sound of the ocean, pushing and pulling onto the beaches below. Whatever was a distraction in his eyes, Eric chose to ignore it. What would happen if someone struck you while you were distracted? That was his way of thinking, and he always chose to focus on the destination rather than the trip.
Finally, he walked up the grassy road to see a sign. "Professor Cypress' Lab: All Trainers Welcome!" was what the sign had read. Eric smirked; this was the right place after all. He walked in to the giant technologically advanced building, unaware that someone was trying to intrude upon his presence of Noah at the moment. When Eric entered the building, he saw a line of six or seven people ahead of him, which was something he did not need right now. Eric had no patience with things like this; he wanted to get the Pokémon so he could thrash everyone else!
Ugh! These buffoons don't even stand a chance against my intellect, and they think they could just go ahead of me?! Think again! Eric thought before trying to shove the person in front of him. However, before he could make contact with the boy in front of him, Eric took a deep breath, and another personality was revealed. The previous overconfidence was replaced with tranquility on Noah's expression, while Sol smiled, instead of smirked. The current personality just waited in line like the rest of the others.
Sol didn't notice the other soon-to-be Trainers stare at him when he took a deep breath. Despite this, they all thought the Trainer behind them was just sick, and needed to take a deep breath in order to stop coughing, despite them not hearing him cough. Soon, after about half an hour, it was Sol's turn to go and choose, before Noah took over again. The original personality walked into a room with a woman in a lab coat.
"Hello, Professor..." Noah couldn't think of the woman's last name, despite him reading the emails that were sent to him about the new Trainers. The woman stood up, with her lab coat waving about, before answering.
"Cypress. I presume you are Noah Loveride, considering the list I've been sent by the Pokémon League association." Noah stepped back a little; he thought that the Pokémon League shouldn't have that kind of information on him, despite him agreeing to it a few years ago. Of course, that was before the incident happened. He didn't let his confusion show on his face, though, and nodded. Cypress walked towards a box of Poké Balls, and Noah could make out the letters "Assortment B" on the cardboard. He rolled his eyes at this; they should have had enough Pokémon in Assortment A in the first place! However, Noah calmed himself down; Eric was influencing him, and Noah was not going to let him win.
Cypress brought the box over to Noah, and set it on a glass table. Cypress motioned for Noah to come near her, which the boy did. He noticed many different symbols on the Poké Ball, except for one. Cypress picked up the Poké Ball without symbol, and released the Pokémon. The white beam of light revealed a Castform in its wake, as Cypress nodded to signal Noah to come towards it.
"I figured you would want it, considering your condition." This caught Noah offguard, as the Weather Pokémon floated in circles around Noah's head. However, the MPD boy focused on Cypress' explanation, who proceeded to fill him in on details.
"It was on your last physical examination, which is required. Anyways, what do you think of this Pokémon? It's a Castform." Cypress explained, and then proceeded to ask him a question. Noah observed the Castform still circling around his head, smiling and floating. Noah had to admit; he was amused by the Pokémon's actions, but was cold towards the professor. Noah tilted his head, before remarking on the Professor's last statement.
"You don't say?" Noah asked the Professor cynically. She stared at him for a few seconds, shocked that the boy would give him this attitude after she had been so generous as to try and find more things about him. Noah didn't like people knowing about him, though the professor didn't know this.
"Oh, I'm only being cynical. I'll take it." Noah said simply, as Cypress grinned. She walked up to her desk, and picked up five Poké Balls, and a red PokéDex. After this, she gave him his own Trainer ID, fitted with his own Social ID on the card, and a light gray chip. She explained that it was used for necessary Trainer benefits. Then, Cypress walked back towards where Noah was, as her heels clicked on the tiled floor. She handed him the five balls, and the Pokémon encyclopedia. Noah bowed to show gratefulness, and then left without a care in the world, as Cypress waved towards him and shouted out to be active in battling to raise the Castform.
Outside of the lab, Noah released the Weather Pokémon, which circled around, floating once more. However, it observed Noah's request to talk to it, so it just floated above his face. The small Pokémon made Noah grin, before he decided to talk to it.
"Considering you're original, I need to find a name that fits." Noah explained to the ever-so-innocent Castform. The Weather Pokémon smiled, as it tilted itself towards it side in thought.
"Castform! Cast!" it cried out in agreement. Noah chuckled to himself. He was wondering why his personalities weren't bothering him at the moment. Maybe Sol convinced Eric to not destroy a happy moment between a Trainer and his first Pokémon. Either way he was happy, and suddenly, a nickname came to him.
"How about Stratos? I've read that you have weather abilities, so I think the name fits." Noah explained to his Castform, which floated high in the sky with a smile to show its approval. Noah nodded, and christened the name into the PokéDex after he took it out of his pocket. Stratos floated with Noah as the two walked towards the beaches. This was Noah's favorite spot. Yes, the cynical, sarcastic person did have a soft spot for beaches. Suddenly, he heard a scream coming from the other side of the beach. The sand turned into dust as Noah ran, leaving the indents in its wake. Stratos floated right beside him, until they found the cause of the scream.
A little girl was cornered by an enraged Crawdaunt. The Rogue Pokémon snapped his or her claws, before advancing. The star object on its forehead reflecting the sunlight off into the water. The Crawdaunt moved quickly to corner the girl, who was blocked off where the beach invaded onto the city. Noah moved as fast as he could, to try and catch his first Pokémon. After all, not many Trainers got luck like this, right? Since Stratos was right beside him, Noah didn't need to take out a Poké Ball. However, Noah took out his Pokédex in order to see what moves the Weather Pokémon had. The dexter emitted a red laser, which scanned the Pokémon. The contents of the Castform were revealed on the screen of the PokéDex.
"Castform, The Weather Pokémon
As the dexter read these words out, Noah knew he picked the right choice in believing in Castform. Stratos quickly floated in front of Noah, signifying its readiness for the inevitable battle. Noah quickly read the PokéDex again, and calledo ut a command.
"Stratos, use a Headbutt on that Pokémon!" Noah ordered his Castform. The Weather Pokémon floated high in the sky, and then plummeted down with increasing speed in order to get some damage on its opponent. The Crawdaunt wasn't expecting this, as it was too focused on the little girl, causing it to get hit with the attack. It's eyes suddenly turned towards Noah, who signaled for the little girl to run as fast as she could. The girl nodded, before running away. However, as he did this, Noah did not realize the attack that the Crawdaunt had sent.
Waves of bubbles were sent to his Castform. Stratos was hit with them head-on, as it was pushed back a few feet. The sand was becoming wetter as a result of the attack, due to the water that was being released. The Crawdaunt smirked at the Castform's attempts to actually injure it, considering it was probably more powerful than it. Suddenly, Noah turned to see the battle that intensified.
"Stratos, try a Future Sight!" Noah commanded Stratos. Stratos once again floated high in the sky, before closing its eyes. The Castform was focusing its Psychic energy into the attack, and when it opened its eyes, they were blue with power. The Crawdaunt noticed this, and was prepared for anything Psychic. However, after a few moments, the blue energy was released into the air, and the Castform's eyes returned to normal.
I've probably done only a small bit of damage to that huge Pokémon...and that thing is strong enough to take down Stratos in a few turns. I can't give up though, right? It's not like it matters if I don't beat it, right? Noah thought to himself as Crawdaunt charged forward, opening it's pincers. The pincers clamped down on an unsuspecting Castform, causing a great deal of damage towards the Normal-type. Noah swore he almost saw the Pokémon cackle, which made him angry. The sand dissipated into clouds of dust as the Rogue Pokémon walked quickly and steadily. Suddenly, Noah took a deep breath, and Eric came out.
"Stratos, use Powder Snow on yourself, and then Tackle until it falls!" Eric ordered sadistically. Stratos released a frosty breath on itself, causing the Crawdaunt's pincer to lose its grip. The ice-covered Pokémon floated in the air, thankful for its freedom from the pincer. Then, it charged forward into the Rogue Pokémon, causing damage with the ice used as a battering ram. The Crawdaunt was being pushed back by the onslaught of the Castform's icy tackle, as it felt itself getting weaker, and weaker. However, it wasn't done yet; before the fifth tackle could occur, the Crawdaunt released a flurry of bubbles from one pincer, causing the ice on Stratos to melt. The Tackle attack was stopped, as Stratos held its ground.
That Crawdaunt won't know what hit him! This'll be fun to watch it suffer! Eric thought to himself as he bega to see Stratos float higher in the air. Suddenly, small blue balls surrounded the Crawdaunt in a sphere, while Eric looked on in understanding, still with a maniacal smirk plastered on his face. The spheres elongated into beams of energy, as they pummeled the unsuspecting Crawdaunt with a wave of attacks. Eric had remembered the Future Sight attack, and used the Powder Snow-Tackle combination just to stall for time. The Psychic energy hit the Rogue Pokémon many times, as it looked battered and beaten from the onslaught of attacks. Finally, it fell, causing a large puff of
However, Eric closed his eyes painfully, before Sol's personality replaced him. The changed personality opened his eyes, with a smile, as he noticed the Crawdaunt writhing with pain on the beach. The sand was now wet due to the Water-type attacks unleashed by the Rogue Pokémon, but Sol paid no mind to this, as he walked over to the Crawdaunt, just a few feet away. Without saying a word, Sol was now next to Stratos, as the two glanced at each other for a moment. Suddenly, Sol jumped back, and took out a Poké Ball, before letting Noah take over again. Unlike Eric, Sol knew that a Trainer's first Pokémon caught was important on the relationship between the two. Noah took over, as Sol took a deep breath, and noticed the Poké Ball.
Hopefully, this'll work...I would hate having Eric come out and steal my shot of getting my first Pokémon away from me... Noah thought to himself, as he took a regular deep breath, instead of one bringing out an alternate personality. He would have to thank Sol later. Noah glanced at the Poké Ball, before proceeding to capture the Crawdaunt on the sand.
"Go, Poké Ball!" Noah cried out with as much enthusiasm as he could muster, before throwing the Poké Ball in a parabolic shape. This caused the ball to land perfectly on the top of the star, opening it, as it enveloped the Crawdaunt in a light red beam. The Crawdaunt's figure was whisked away into the ball, as it closed tightly. The ball landed on the sand, before shaking. Noah counted to himself as the ball continued.
1...2...3... Noah thought to himself as the ball shook more vigorously. Noah clenched his fists as he wanted to catch the Rogue Pokémon. Badly. The ball continued to shake as Noah counted more in his head.
4...5...6...7... Noah knew from the email he had gotten from the Pokémon League that he had to wait a full ten seconds of shaking before it signified the capture. The ball was shaking even more vigorously, even bouncing a little bit on the sand, causing more dust to fly up into the air. Noah felt like biting his nails; he really wanted this Pokémon!
8...9... Noah thought to himself worriedly before the bouncing stop. He heard the ball click, as his face broke out into one of his very rare smiles that he never let anyone see. Noah picked up the Poké Ball, as the red top of the ball shimmered in the sun's rays. The pleasing sound of the Trainer's first capture always made a Trainer giddy on the inside, though Noah was prepared to be cynical about it. However, he decided to let loose and be happy for once. Despite this, he released the Pokémon from the ball, as it came out of the white laser released by the Poké Ball.
"Crawdaunt? Craw?" The Crawdaunt turned around wildly, before finding Noah standing above him. The Crawdaunt initially began to back away, before Noah squatted down, to reach eye-level with his Pokémon. Noah wanted to be friends with this Pokémon, as it couldn't hurt him; not like the way people did. Noah shocked the Pokémon by giving it a hug, and the Crawdaunt didn't refuse. After Noah released it from his embrace, he began to talk to it.
"I won't hurt you. You're like my family now. We'll need each other, and the only way we can do that is if we're on the same page. Okay?" Noah explained to the Rogue Pokémon, as it nodded. Noah smiled, before returning the Rogue Pokémon to its Poké Ball. Before leaving the beach, he looked at the sun once more, at it's brilliant radiance, and walked out of the area with a bit more pride.
The Gender Discrimination Challenge
Game: Pokémon Moemon Emerald
The Trainer Type Challenge!
Trainer Type: Rival
Game: Pokémon Leaf Green Randomizer