Apocalyptic Dawn V2

[Legendarian Mistress]

If you're talking about the PM with the links, I already said that was fine. Look in the post where I approved/declined/pended everyone.

 

[pikakip]

kyuu, I finished. just letting you know

 

[Legendarian Mistress]

That's fine, pikakip. I look forward to reading everyone's Pallet Town posts.

 

[Legendarian Mistress]

Proddit, that's more than okay. Accepted.

 

[sandeon]

Id like to reserve growlite. Ill have my SU done ASAP.

 

[Eliminator Jr.]

Seeing both Nidoran and Scyther are taken, can I please have the Sandshrew instead? Or if you can request Pokémon like others have could I have Xatu? But it's up to you, I'm happy with either.

 

[Legendarian Mistress]

Sandeon, Growlithe is already taken.

Eliminator Jr., Sandshrew is fine as it is the only one left now.

Edit: Righto, all of the Pokemon have been taken. Moving on, if people could post their first section, that'd be great. Thanks in advance.

 

[Fuyu]

My fingers hurt XD.

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It was early in the morning for most people. The sun was still low in the sky, blanketing it in red and orange. Amaya stirred, due to her persistent internal alarm clock. She sat up and stretched like a cat, forcing herself to her feet. She was on Route 2, and Amaya knew she had to hurry. She walked on for two more hours, by which time the sun had risen higher.

Amaya winced at the light of the sun in her eyes. There was virtually no tree cover out here on Route 1, making her uncomfortable. Tael would be loving it, she knew. Smiling bitterly, she lifted her violet pendant to the sky. What about you Father? she thought cheerlessly. Would you love that people are happy, that the world is bright? I hope so. Her smile lightening, she tore down the pathway.

She could see Pallet Town up ahead. The lab was plainly obvious on top of the hill. It didn't take long for her to reach it. Passing by a girl clutching a Pokeball, Amaya took great care not to brush against her.

Professor Oak turned to greet her, smiling a genial smile. Amaya hurriedly bowed low and mumbled a greeting.

"That's two now," the old man stated warmly. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a white flip-calculator device and five red-white shrunken spheres. Placing them in her hands, Amaya winced, holding back the images, and took them quickly.

"Thank you very much Professor," she mumbled politely. He frowned for a moment, as though she were a puzzle he was trying to solve. Then his happy smile returned and Oak turned around, taking a Pokeball from the shelf. It was lilac with blue flames on the center button, top and bottom, along with blue stripes lining the middle. He held out the Pokeball to her. Hesitantly, she grasped it. Amaya gasped and could not stop the images from flowing through her mind.

"I see," she mumbled, oblivious to the people around her. "You are a rare shiny Dratini, hunted for the exquisiteness of your kind. Your mother was captured protecting you. Despite that you are kind and gentle." Still in the trance, she ordered firmly, "Come out!" The Pokeball burst open and out came a mostly violet, snake-like creature with black eyes.

It stared at its new master curiously. Slipping out of the mindset, Amaya knelt and stroke the dragon's scales. She smiled softly. "I think we will be great friends. May I call you Hao?" She let out a cry of agreement, wrapping herself loosely around his Trainer's neck.

"So this is what your mother meant," Professor Oak was watching her.

"I-I'm sorry?" the teen questioned. Oak smiled again and waved her off.

"Never mind. You should get going. There's is a long journey waiting for you. Be careful now."

Amaya nodded and stood up again. "Understood. Thank you so much. I'm off then." Without a backward glance, the pair left.

 

[jcogginsa]

Aaron woke early so he could jog to pallet town, which was hours away from where he lived.

Those hours passed and he found himself at oak's lab. he met the old man with a determined gaze and accepted his pokemon and dex, but when oak handed him the pokeballs, he declined, saying "sorry. i've got my own and i'm more comfortable with those."

he walked down to route 1 and released his abra, and said "alright, the name's aaron. What's yours?"

the abra replied through his telepathy "m-my n-name i-i-is sheena"

"alright sheena!" aaron jovially replied . "let's get to know each other!"

They talked for a good deal of time, sheena gradually becoming less nervous . eventully aaron hoisted him up on to his back and started walking. eventully they came upon hao and amaya. Aaron said to amaya
"Hi! what's your name?"

 

[Zimvee]

Chapter 1: Shades of a New Beginning

The pinkish rays of sun burst through the bright orange tent flap, creating an unpleasant color combination which was the cause of the person sleeping in the tents awakening. With a yawn and a stretch Mike emerged. He looked over the hill into the small town he was camping just outside of. This was Pallet Town. It wasn't a big town, but it wasn't small either. It had the look and feel of a small town on its way to be being big. It looked like an old town, some fences need mending, a lawn need cut here and there. But overall it was good looking town. A faint smile crossed Mike's face as he remembered a town similar to Pallet, that he had left what felt like years ago. With a contented sigh, Mike proceeded to get dressed and pack up his camp sight.

After going through his pack and deciding what he would need and what he wouldn't for his journey, Mike strapped his pack on and began to follow the directions on the notice. Thinking back to when he had found it he remembered what it had said: "Looking for adventure? Excitement?? Friends for life??? Then come to Pallet Town in two days time! There Prof. Oak will be handing out Pokémon Partners to willing participants." Knowing he needed to find a Starter Pokémon to actually become the Champion, Mike gladly took his camp down from Viridian City and began the trek to Pallet Town. Now he was on his way to Prof. Oak's lab and Mike couldn't be happier.

"Now what did that note say? Tallest house on the tallest hill with the maroon roof…" Mike muttered to himself as he looked for Prof. Oak's laboratory. "Oh there it is!" Mike cried as he spotted it. Humming a happy tune, Mike ran up the steps two at a time. He reached the door and politely knocked.

"C'mon in! Its open!" a voice called from behind the door. Suddenly nervous, Mike cautiously opened the door. Inside on top of a ladder was an older man with gray, almost white hair. He moved with youthful vigor though which made him appear much younger. "Ah, you must be one of the young trainers I advertized for!" the old man exclaimed.

"Yes sir!" Mike said nervous and excited at the same time.

"Good good. My name is Professor Oak. Who might you be?"

"My name is Mike Stand sir. You may know my dad James Stand."

"Oh yes! The man who became Champion a few years back! You know he's gone undefeated?" Oak asked.

A hollow look entered Mike's eyes. "Yeah, I know." He said quietly.
Oak looked at him curiously but decided to comment. Instead he brought out a blue flip calculator and a small red and white ball. "This is your Pokedex. Its name is Jack." Oak said motioning towards the calculator. "And this is your Pokémon!" Oak opened the ball and out popped a small green bud. It smiled at Mike and said "Budew!"

'Er…what is it?" Mike asked.

In response to his question, Jack flipped open and said in a mechanical voice "Budew, the Bud Pokémon. Sensitive to changing temperature, the bud is said to bloom when it feels the sun's warm touch."

"Budew." Budew said again with an eyebrow raised as if to say "Duh."

"And there you have it." Oak said. "Budew is a Grass/Poison type Pokémon so it shouldn't be too much of a handful. However if you notice anything strange about the Budew at all, just know those are perfectly normal."

"What do you mean strange?" Mike said.

"Oh nothing, nothing." Oak said dismissively. "Now run along now and get acquainted with your new partner!"

Budew was thrust into Mike's arms and Oak shoved him out the door. Standing on Oak's porch Mike looked at Budew and sighed, wondering just what he had gotten himself into.

 

[koguryo]

Light was shining down upon Pallet Town. It's a few hours after daybreak and Jay is finishing his way down Route 1. Jay's journey to Pallet took a couple of days from Celadon because he needed to rest, and not having any Pokemon of his own. Before he left his house, Jay was given a lot of Repel, A LOT. Well just enough to get him to Pallet without having to deal with wild Pokemon. Jay's clothes smelled horribly of Repel, and he hated it. 2 Days covered in the stuff and anyone can grow sick of it. For this short portion of his journey Jay wore a basic red hoodie, and black jeans that weren't too baggy.

10 Minutes Later

Jay finished his trek to Pallet Town and looked at everything from the entrance. Jay walked up to a sign and began to read it aloud, "A Tranquil Setting of Peace and Purity. Everyone must be so happy go lucky here."

As Jay walked through town he examined the houses. He began to enjoy what the sign at the entrance said, the peacefulness of it all. When Jay was younger, he heard about the Celadon Casino being a base of Team Rocket, making it somewhat infamous. Jay continued his walk through Pallet when he spotted a somewhat large building, resting on the top of a hill with a maroon roof, "That must be the place."

After a couple of minutes Jay came up the bottom of the staircase that leads to the top of the hill, to Professor Oak's Lab. Jay took out his ear buds and wrapped it around his MP3, "Don't wanna give off a bad first impression.'

Jay walked up the long flight of stairs and came to a large wooden door. He looked at the door a little confused and pressed what he thought was a doorbell.

DING DONG!

A voice came from a speaker, "The door's unlocked so you're welcome to enter."

Jay opened the door to Professor Oak's Lab and immediately saw Professor Oak's extravagant book collection, "Whoa."

Jay walked along the shelves, brushing his hand across the books' spines' and for certain moments glanced at the titles, "Pokemon Evolution?"

A door opened and a man with gray but nicely-trimmed hair, wearing a lab coat came out, "Are you Connor?"

Jay shook his head disappointingly at the Professor, "Umm....I'm Jason."

Prof. Oak slammed his fist against his open palm as if he's made a new discovery, "Oh right, you're Jason! I'm terribly sorry Jason. May I call you Jay? It's much easier."

Jay nodded along, "That's what everyone calls me."

Prof. Oak opened up a large door and the two entered. Oak began to try to make some light conversation, "I understand you keep to yourself a lot. That's okay, you'll break out of your Shellder soon enough."

Jay covered his mouth holding in his laughter. The two finally reached a portion of the lab with a few decorated Pokeballs. The Professor reached for a Pokeball with a purple cloud on the front. Next the Professor grabbed 5 Pokeballs and a dark green Pokedex.

The Professor walked up to Jay and handed him the items, "This is your Pokemon, Pokedex, and Pokeballs. I understand you know most of the basics?"

All Jay did was give Prof. Oak a simple nod to reply, "Well your Pokedex will give you the most help on your journey. Release your Gastly and give it a try."

Jay looked at the Pokeball with the purple cloud and uttered a couple words, "Come on out Gastly."

The red ball opened up and with a poof a small purple cloud was floating in the air, "Gast.....Ly. Gastly."

Jay flipped open his green Pokedex and it started to speak in a somewhat deep voice, "Gastly-This Pokémon's body is 95% made up of gases, which are blown away by strong gusts of wind."

Jay tried to look up some more information on his first Pokemon, "Ghost and Poison? Nice."

Prof. Oak put his hand on Jay's shoulder, "Gastly's a good Pokemon, there was an Elite 4 member who specialized in Ghost Pokemon. I don't really want to bore you with my stories, so you should go and start your new journey. Good luck Jay."

Jay returned his Gastly into it's Pokeball and started to leave. Before taking his last step out of Oak's Lab he brought up a question, "Is there a place I can change? I also sorta wanna get rid of my Repel enriched clothing."

The Professor pointed towards a bathroom, "Go ahead. There's a bathroom in the direction I'm pointing at. If you want just throw your clothes in the trash can in there.

Few Minutes Later

Jay opened the door to the bathroom revealing his traveling outfit. Jay had on a pair of large, black aviator sunglasses. His upper body sported a simple white t-shirt covered with a gray vest. Jay's lower body had a simple pair of dark-blue faded jeans and a pair of high-top, white sneakers.

Jay threw his backpack over his shoulders and made his way out the door, "Thanks Professor, I'm gonna get going now."

Jay walked out of the Professor's Lab into a beautiful sunny day.

 

[Eliminator Jr.]

Thurston covered his eyes as the Pidgeot flew away into the sky, leaving him stranded. There was no way back home now. He'd finally carried out his long hidden dream to escape from home, to escape from the pressure of his father. He was tired of the constant scrutinising, of the non-stop lectures. Of course he didn't really pay attention to any of them, nor did he put any effort into looking like he cared, but his father never really got the hint. He wanted excitement in his life, not calculators and finances. Trying to bend him into the mould of an accountant was like trying to hammer metal without heating it first - he just wasn't malleable to their needs. If somebody had to pick out of all of Thurston's social group who would become a trainer, he would be the last choice. Tall and apathetic he just didn't make the cut. But he could be surprisingly loving and dedicated when times needed him to be. This would be one of those times.

Unfortunately Thurston had never seen the Oak Lab before, so unlike the other people who were bound to have responded to his ad he would probably be a little late. His friend's dad owned a Pidgeot who luckily knew where Pallet Town was, and so the transport wasn't a problem. It was just navigating his way around the town that would be tricky. He had been dropped off on a packed dirt road, tough ground. He was on a walkway through a park he soon realised - a place where city people went when they wanted to feel like they were in the wild. There were no hostile Pokémon here. Just a bunch of old gardeners and the occasional bike rider. It took him about ten minutes to follow the path to get out of the park, and when he did he found himself across the road from a busy street. It was early in the morning but already Pallet Town was alive with excitement. Vermillion was always so laid back - the hustle and bustle was a nice change.

A nice lady working at the bakery told him that the Oak Laboratories was on the highest hill in Pallet Town and that he shouldn't miss it. Her word was right, and he began walking off straight away. His pants were slightly too long and so they dragged along on the ground and had small rips at the end of them. He didn't really care about them, as long as he was still warm then they were doing their job. He got a few disgusted looks from passers by but he ignored them. Due to his height, he was used to looking down to see things and so he walked with his head down. He was the definition of daggy. It took another hour but eventually he arrived at the laboratory. By that time the sun was just beginning to heat up the sky.

He looked for the doorbell but the door opened by itself to reveal a laboratory assistant who looked more like a fitness trainer than a scientist. Thurston shrugged and walked in. The room was huge - books lined the entire wall and the roof was high above him. Aides moved about busily and he could see his reflection in the blue tile floor as if it was a mirror. Everything was clean, and he was glad at that moment that he wiped his feet before coming in. He didn't want to make a bad impression.

"Ah, you're here." Professor Oak said. He was old but his voice was still strong. And he was still able to move properly, judging by his ableness to surprise Thurston with his presence. Just moments ago he swore the professor wasn't there. It was as if he had appeared from nowhere. He held out his hand and introduced himself, "I'm Professor Oak."

"I'm Thurston Shield," he replied in his mumbled voice. It was low and sounded like he really didn't care, but in all honesty he did. However, Oak didn't seem put off by it at all. In fact, he seemed quite happy, as if he had suddenly just realised exactly who his guest was. "I'm like, here to answer your ad, I guess."

"Oh that's right," Oak continued. This guy was great, Thurston thought. Usually anybody speaking to him would be complaining about how casual he was by now and the professor seemed to not mind it at all. "You're the boy from Vermillion City, aren't you?" Oak exclaimed, as if he had just solved a particularly difficult sudoku puzzle. "Follow me." Oak led his guest down a long and rather pointless hallway to reach a long table filled with Poké Balls. He picked one up and handed it across to Thurston. Thurston didn't know what was in it, but he didn't complain. Oak acted like this was what usually happened, maybe it was. Thurston pressed the button on the center of the Poké Ball and from the capsule emerged a brick-skinned rodent. Thurston instantly recognised it as a Sandshrew, and returned it. He'd rather spend time bonding with his Pokémon on Route 1 rather than in a laboratory around many other people. Oak smiled and so did Thurston. This Pokémon he liked a lot.

"You'd... best be off then. We've both got important work to attend to." Oak smiled in a fatherly fashion and then waved goodbye, turning off in a hurry to attend to other work. The job description hadn't exactly given him more than the bare outline of what he was supposed to do - bring down a criminal organisation. As he walked back towards the entrance of the laboratory, an aid stopped him in his tracks and handed him a collection of items. The first was a black Pokédex, and the others were empty Poké Balls. Muttering his thanks, Thurston set off out the door, finally independant.

 

[Sgt Shock]

Entry 1: Ab Origne (At the Beginning)

Lives are nothing more than pages in a book, one fleeting to the next, sublimely forced together. We are nothing more than pages in those books. We are knowledge, we are wisdom. Nothing more than a page in a book, we are not the cover that binds them together. Watch closely. There is much to be done. –Noah McCoy, Wisdom I the Soul-Bound Collector

Hours after Thurston arrived.

"I'm glad that you could make it, Mister…" Oak trailed off a bit allowing the time in between to be filled with the sipping of his tea.

"Isaiah," the young man said wetting his throat with a sip of the gingered tea. "Isaiah McCoy," the man gave his full name.

"Ahhh, so you're the one that everyone in Johto has been speaking about."

"No. Don't be too lavish, Professor. You're much more renowned than I. I'm just a collector."

"I see. You're not one to be showered with praise."

"Nor should I deserve such glory," Isaiah paused. "Yet," he added.

The two men had taken a bit of time to enjoy a cup of freshly brewed tea on the parlor of the Professor Oak's laboratory. It was too long ago when Isaiah arrived. Unlike the others, he had just appeared mysteriously on the doorstep with his pokemon roosted on his shoulder. The same pokemon, a beautiful Hoothoot like known of which Oak has ever seen stayed on his shoulder—asleep. It was the middle of the day.

Oak had to admit that this one was a bit different than the rest. Throughout their conversion, he could feel this mysterious aura dripping from the man's body. It was like fresh breeze yet something appeared to be rather dangerous about it, as though it as tainted with daggers. Though Oak had remained eye contact with the young man's hazel eyes, he had to admit that he had a slither of fear. Those hazel eyes felt as though they were peering through his soul. He heaved a heavy sigh before continuing with the conversion.

"Who has arrived thus far," Isaiah spoke. He was more than curious about the others as well as himself.

"Josephine, Amaya, Aaron, Mike, Jay, and Thurston have come by. That makes you the seventh."

"Ah. That's a nice number," Isaiah nodded his head in approval, his hat slipping down his face as he did so.

"That's interesting, why?" Oak questioned as he put his elbow on the cherry-colored table.

"It just has that majesty that I like in a number. Anyway, we are off topic."

"That we are," Oak said as he shook some of the leaves out of his hair, he wished he too had a hat on at the moment. "Was the trip from Ecruteak a vigorous one?"

"No. I ran into some minor difficulties. I had planned to come much earlier than this."

"Difficulties," Oak tilted his head.

"It is nothing that should concern you, Mr. Oak. I just ran into some problems."

To be frank, it was something of a bit of importance to Isaiah. Before he had left Ecruteak, he had to settle some business within the Tin Tower. A group of teens had decided to graffiti the outside of the wall of the great temple. Isaiah caught them in the act. They challenged him to a battle; the biggest mistake that they had ever made. This left a group of unconscious teens in his wake as well as well as a slew of fainted pokemon. If it was one thing that could irk Isaiah's nerves was the defiling of history. He was willing to be late to this very meeting to show them a lesson.

The professor took in the change in expression in Isaiah's face and thoroughly decided that he would omit that from the conversion. Though the change in expression was subtle, it was enough to show that this young man was indeed very dangerous. Oak let out some tension before continuing.

"I have something for you, Mr. McCoy."

"Oh, I do not deserve such honorifics. Remember, I am only eighteen," Isaiah waved off.

"Oh…." Oak had simply forgotten that he was speaking to a person much younger than he. "Well then, Isaiah," Oak pulled out a device from the inner portions of the lab coat. It was white that was trimmed with a golden paint. The lens was yellow on the top that sent a stream of reflected light up Isaiah's face. "Here's your Pokedex. I assume that you already have your starter pokemon from Professor Elm."

"Yes yes. I've actually known Ark for quite some time before this, however. Elm just made it official."

"Ah, I see," Oak said as he slid the Pokedex over towards Isaiah's way with a flick of the wrist.

"Thank you," Isaiah bowed courteously as he took the Pokedex from table.

Isaiah was found him inquisitively staring into the surface the Pokedex. Curiosity has always leaded him in most direction that he followed. Whether that was the understanding more of the history, more of technology, or more of life; he was thirsting to understand more. He flipped open the small computer to display the LCD screen. The device's display screen came on automatically thus stopping Isaiah's search for the on button. He sighed with the thrill of the chase seized from and continued to search through the function of this hand held.

"Point it to your HootHoot, Ark was it?" Oak nudged him forward with a suggestion.

With his curiosity nipped from the bud, he pointed the device towards his sleeping partner. The device began scan with a yellow light emitting from the lens of the same hue. It scanned up and down before displaying screen in where his pokemon, the owl, appeared.

"HootHoot, the Owl Pokemon," the Pokedex spoke, Isaiah hardly liked the voice, it sounded too robotic. "HootHoot stands on a single leg, but has the ability to use both. When attacking, its eyes can peer through the deepness darkness as well as unleashing powerful attack."

Isaiah stared at the HootHoot still fast asleep on his shoulder. It was indeed standing on one leg and it does use its night vision often, so it was accurate. Isaiah smiled. Though the voice wasn't to his liking, it was a way to obtain knowledge. That in itself was something that he could respect.

"I like it," Isaiah announced.

"I figured that you would," Oak stood up now. "I must attend to the rest of the trainers coming. Do you care to explore Pallet Town?"

"I am keen on history. I'll explore," Isaiah too stood up.

"Well. Then you will be pleased that Pallet Town has quite a bit of interesting history. Enjoy."

Oak was ready to take his leave before realizing he had one more than to give Isaiah. He placed the five spheres with the hands of the eighteen year old male. He looked at these, but not with the same vigor that he did with the Pokedex. He had seen these before, so knew how they worked. He had used these before. He already possessed three pokemon from other regions. He was looking for two more for his collection.

"Do you know how to use these?" Oak asked.

"Yes," Isaiah answered.

"I don't see any on you…" Oak looked bewildered.

Isaiah opened the white bonded tome—the cover being the black outline of the sun and the moon clashing together to form as one. He opened the book; he placed the five spheres on top of one of the pages. The pages then proceed to consumed them, melting into the pages like a quick sand. Oak watched stunned as the pages finished the consumption.

"Okay…" Oak's slurred.

"Ah, I see even the professor has much to research as well," Isaiah spoke calmly. He brushed the leaves off his long coat. "Everyone has much to learn."

"Spoken like a true researcher," Oak said as he shoved the idea of the book out of his mind. "I'll be leaving you. Make yourself at home."

"I will."

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Author's note: Please tell me that I didn't forget anyone who has arrived already. XD Sorry for the late response. I had every attention to go first. Ha ha ha. Good though. I made for an interesting insight in his character. Keep it going everyone. I'm liking it.
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[Faeldrake]

(((OC: Dude, jcogginsa stole my abra!!! I'll just assume I have an abra and will change after clarifying)))


Blooded dripped from Connor's hands. He had tried to sanitize his wound to little effect. Another step, pain, another step, pain. Thoughts circled in his head. His vision was blurred and he could hardly breath and yet he continued. Another step. "Why?", is all he thought. Another step. "Didn't I always do what was right? Didn't I work hard and play fair?" Another step. The increasing pain was slowly accompied by a increasing numbness. Behind him lay a path of broken twigs and brushes, splattered with his own blood. Another step. "How could this have happened? What went wrong?" Another step. He tripped over a root and came crashing into nearby undergrowth. His wound ruptured again and started spilling more blood. His vision blurred more. Everything seemed only to be a shadow of reality. Maybe he should stay there, left for dead. Laying in a bush, bled to death in a place far from home. Then the ultimate question formed in his mind, the question he fought most not to ask: "Is this all really worth fighting for?" He closed one of his eyes. It was weird, all his life hethought he was so strong and now in the face of death, he is as weak as any. Then suddenly, an ear shattering scream echoed through the entire forest. "NOOOOO!". He yelled at the top of his lungs. With newfound strength he grabed a nearby branch and pulled himself up. He set both his feet firmly on the ground and shook his head. Clearing his vision, he took one step, than another. "I might not know if it's worth fighting for. But I've got a job to do and I'm gonna see it through", he said with ice cold vigilance. Then he took another step.
Connor cut through the leaves with his knife. Nothing could stop him now. He went on. Behind him was a path of destruction. That same rage he felt that one faithful day had returned. He splintered a large stick on the floor with a powerful stomp, not even noticing the pain. His face was carved from stone, a look of cold determination. He was still bleedging and it was getting dark. He looked further. "It can't be that much farther..."




Oak's assistant was looking through some documents, sorting them, classifieing them and the like. He wasn't really looking at the glass door, until he heard the dull bonk of a human body hittting the glass. The figure slowly slid down the glass, hardly having the power to knock a few times against the glass, pulling a trail of blood and dirt over it's entire surface. "PROFESSOR!", is all Connor heared before everything trailed into darkness.


Light. That's all he saw. Was he dead? No, he didn't feel dead. Then he understood his eyes were shut. Then he noticed he wasn't in the woods anymore. He heard something moving near by. Before Oak could react to warn him, Connor leaped out of bed in a large jump and instictively grabed for his knife, only to find their was none their. He looked around the room. He seemed to be in a hospital, or something similar. Then he noticed the man before him, he was sitting in a chair looking at him. The man had neatly trimmed gray hair and seemed to be somewhre in his mid-fifties.


"Ah, you are awake! I was worrying you might never wake up.", the man said in a friendly tone. Connor then for the first time looked down to see his was wearing nothing except his, or more exactly except what is left of his, Jeans. His wound was expertly cleaned and bandaged, the bleeding stilled.


"Who the f**k are you and what do you want?", Connor asked harshly, looking around for an available weapon.


Oak laughed. "Sit down, son. You're safe here.", he said in an reassuring tone.


"My name is Professor Oak. You might know me. But more importantly, who are you?", Oak asked.


"I'm Connor. Wait, the Professor Oak?", Connor anwsered


"Yes, the Professor Oak. So I was right. Your mentor and I knew each other very well. Is... is it really that bad?", Oak asked unsure.


Connor's face hardened again. "Yes, I'm afraid it is. I think you could have guessed though.", he awnsered pointing to his wound.


"Why yes, I must say you are a tough boy. It is a miracle you neither bled to death nor died of lead poisoning.". Oak held up a small tablet with around a dozen small lead spheres on it.


"Whoa, and I thought I was only hit once. Wait, how long have I been out?", Connor replied seeing sunlight shining through the window.


"Oh around 8 hours I guess. But never mind that. I have something I have to give you."


"It isn't my shirt by any chance, is it?"


Oak chuckled. "No young lad. You know about pokemon and trainers and how they fight together to become stronger and stronger, right?", Oak inquired.


Connor didn't like the way this conversation was going. Oak saved him, that's good, but now he might actually be trying to get him to da some weird**s Pokemon training. He like Pokemon but he had better things to do! His persuers may have not been allowed to cross the border but they surely contacted local authority. He couldn't have them catch him. He was his old friend's last hope! And frankly, that of his whole country.


"I know you like doing this 'sending little kids on weird missions all across the world' thing, but I really have more important stuff to do.", Connor said, trying to formulate it halfway polite.


"You mean, like this?"; Oak said stern as he pulled out a gun. Connor felt a lump in his throat, but quickly swallowed it.

"If necessary, yes. Yes, I will have to.", Connor said in an determined and controlled tone.


Oak put the gun away. "You might now realise this, but I think we are fighting a common enemy. You have to be ready to accept that a pokemon can help you alot. You might not understnad it now, but you will."


Connor hesitated. Before he could anwser Oak layed a Pokeball onto the nightstand and stood up. "I will leave it here. Your clothes and equipment are in their.", hepointet towards a small chest. "I will not force you to do this. If you wish to go then you are free to. I will not stop you. I wish only that you think about it." with these words he left the room, leaving Connor to his own thoughts.


Connor thought hard about what to do. He dressed and got his things together, his three lighters, his knife, some rations, a last makeshift smokegrenade and a molotov cocktail.He then put on his good old leather jacket and checked the secret inside pocket. He then produced a small pile of dried leaves and seeds, smiled and put them back. He then took a look at the pokeball on the nightstand. It was just your typical red-white pokeball. Unsure of what to do he just thought about releasing the thing. After a short flash of light a small blue, turtle-like creature could be seen sitting on the floor.


"Wow, what the hell is that thing?", he asked out loud.


"Squirtle. A water pokemon, it often uses it's hard shell for protection....", a female voice suddenly said behind him. He whirled around only to see a weird calculator like object laying their, talking to him. This must be such a pokedex thing!


"Hm, a tough water? He doesn't look very tough. But hell, if your such a bulwark I'll call you Tank", he said laughing to himself. The strange thing made some unintelligible noises. Somehow it was cute.

"Ha, wow. Maybe this whole idea isn't half as stupid as I thought." he returned Tank to his Pokeball and left his room. Their Oak was already waiting.

"So, you have decided. Splendid! Most of the others have already left.", Oak said happily.


"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Others? You didn't say sh*t about any other prancing kids I have to take care of! I work alone.", Connor spoke with disgust in his voice.

"But you can't go in their alone! You will need..." *SLAM* Oak only heared the door closing behind him before he was gone.


"What now sir?", his assistant asked.


"Don't worry. I like that boy. He knows whats right. It'll all work out just fine."

 

[jcogginsa]

(I signed up with the abra before you)

 

[Charzeon]

Clare was stone face as she got off the ferry and stepped onto the docks outside of Pallet Town. She looked around the forest that lined the path towards the small town before continuing to walk towards it. The girl couldn't help but to smile to herself as she entered Pallet Town. Finally, after so many years of being denied what she truely wanted, she was going to become a trainer and journey through out the region. She was going to win battles, catch rare Pokemon and defeat the Elite Four.

All she had to do know was meet up with Prof. Oak and get her starter.

For a while, Clare mused over what her Pokemon would be. She heard of the three original starters that kids use to get; Charmander, Bulbasaur and Squirtal. The girl hoped that she would be able to at least choose between one of those Pokemon. Of course, she would be happy with any other Pokemon, as long as it was at least half decent.

By the end of her musing, Clare had reached the Lab where Prof. Oak did his work. The girl took the time to look at the Lab. It didn't seem to be much of anything, not that it matter too much if it was something special. All that matter was that she was going to get her starter and get started on her journey. With a smirk, Clare opened the doors and walked into the lab.

Prof. Oak looked up from some paper work he was doing and smiled as he saw the girl enter. "Ah, you must be one of the new trainers. May I ask what you're name is?" He asked.

"Clare, Clare Hunter sir," Clare answered.

"Ah yes, Clare Hunter..." Prof. Oak said, looking over a list by his desk. "Yes, here you are! I'll go get your starter."

Clare had to surpress an impatient squirm when the Pokemon Prof. said this, wanting to just grab her starter and get going already. Oak soon came back with a Pokeball in his hand, giving Clare a warm smile.

"Alright Clare, he's your first partner; Meowth," Prof. Oak said, opening the ball up. In a flash of light, a small, cat with long whiskers and a coin on his head. He looked around himself before looking at Clare and tilting his head at her.

"Meow?" He asked.

Clare blinked, not believing the Pokemon she had gotten. Her hands curled into fists as she glared at Prof. Oak. "A Meowth? Really? This is the best you could had given me? A Meowth!?" She nearly yelled.

Prof. Oak sighed. "Trust me, it's not what it looks like. We don't give any beinging trainer a very powerful Pokemon. Trust me, every Pokemon I've given out so far is around the same powerful and ability level as this Meowth. Not to mention the fact that the Meowth is easy to train and I think he likes you." He said, adding the last part as the Meowth rubbed itself against Clare's leg.

"Yeah...whatever..." Clare muttered, then sighed. "Well, since I can't do anything about it, I guess I have to take him."

"Great," Oak said with a nod, then gestured to a table with a Pokedex and five Pokeballs. "Here is your equipment. Those Pokemon should help you make your starting team and the Pokedex will help us all with reasearch. Last of all, would you like to nickname your Meowth?"

Clare looked at the Meowth, who stared back at her. The girl sighed before saying, "How about Chase?"

"Meowth!" The now named Meowth called out happily, rubbing even more against him.

"Right...lets just get going," Clare muttered and, after grabbing her stuff, stomped out of the lab with Chase walking right behind her, his tail high.

Prof. Oak sighed and shook his head. "If only you knew what awaited you..." he muttered before sitting down at his dest and getting back to work.

 

[Legendarian Mistress]

Pallet to Route 1

For your next post, winterfell – Amaya earns herself a rival.

"Hao, I think we'll do superbly together," the Channeler's daughter spoke to her partner.

"Excuse me..." came a voice from behind Amaya. She turned around to locate the voice and smiled. The voice had come from a teenaged boy, who couldn't have been more than thirteen-years-old.

The boy took a step back, startled by Amaya's appearance. He then asked nervously, "It's just that you have a Dratini... and... I just got my Pokémon... and... I was wondering if you wanted a Pokémon battle."

Challenger – Rich Boy Benny

https://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h216/DarkArcanine/RichBoy.png?t=1259282006

He is one of the children who received their starters from their parents this morning.

Pokémon – Gible

https://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h216/DarkArcanine/Gible-f.png?t=1259284623

Moves – Tackle and Sand Attack.

In your next post, reply to the challenge. If you accept, complete this battle and then (win or lose) move on to the beginning of Route 1. If you reject, just move your character onto Route 1.



For your next post, Old Lace – Mike earns himself a rival.

"How did I get roped into this?" Mike wondered out loud.

"Excuse me..." came a voice from behind Mike. He turned around to locate the voice and smiled. The voice had come from a teenaged girl, who couldn't have been more than thirteen-years-old.

The girl took a step back, surprised by Mike's appearance. She then asked nervously, "It's just that you have a Budew... and... I just got my Pokémon... and... I was wondering if you wanted a Pokémon battle."

Challenger – Ranger Tori

https://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h216/DarkArcanine/Ranger.png?t=1259282049

She is one of the children who received their starters from their parents this morning.

Pokémon – Tangela

https://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h216/DarkArcanine/Tangela.png?t=1259284652

Moves – Ingrain, Constrict and Sleep Powder.

In your next post, reply to the challenge. If you accept, complete this battle and then (win or lose) move on to the beginning of Route 1. If you reject, just move your character onto Route 1.



For your next post, Sgt Shock – Isaiah earns himself a rival.

"..." the male teen was flattered by the praise and wary of Oak's future actions. He was also mused at his earlier reactions and idly wondering what he would be collecting at future times and where he would be meeting the others.

"Excuse me..." came a voice from behind Isaiah. He turned around to locate the voice and smiled. The voice had come from a teenaged girl, who couldn't have been more than thirteen-years-old.

The girl took a step back, stunned by Isaiah's appearance. She then asked nervously, "It's just that you have a Hoothoot... and... I just got my Pokémon... and... I was wondering if you wanted a Pokémon battle."

Challenger – Rich Girl Holly

https://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h216/DarkArcanine/RichGirl.png?t=1259282073

She is one of the children who received their starters from their parents this morning.

Pokémon – Taillow

https://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h216/DarkArcanine/Taillow.png?t=1259285038

Moves – Peck, Growl and Focus Energy.

In your next post, reply to the challenge. If you accept, complete this battle and then (win or lose) move on to the beginning of Route 1. If you reject, just move your character onto Route 1.

Edit: Credit goes to winterfell, my co-game master, for Isaiah's reaction.

 

[Sgt Shock]

Entry II: In Where It Lurks…..

Within all souls is a portion that thirsts for war and a part that longs for death. It's impending curiosity that lurks in the soul about the unknown of the afterlife. A war is started with a battle; a war is ended with a battle. Will your curiosity for death lead to war? Or will your curiosity of battle lead to death? Adam McCoy, Wisdom V- The Seeker of the Unknown

Isaiah studied the woman closely that stood before him grasping his book tightly to his chest. This woman, Holly Woods, had requested a battle. She nervously approached Isaiah while he was searching through the books upon books within the small library Pallet Town had recently received. The only reason that he wanted to battle in the first place was because his very soul thirsted for at the moment. In any other time, he would have pleasantly declined the offer. But for some reason, he felt like he needed to battle this girl just to satisfy his appetite for battle. He accepted the offer.

"I'll gladly accept your offer, Miss Woods. However, do not underestimate me. I am much too powerful."

"I—I," Holly spoke nervously. "Alright, I won't."

"Then let us go. I refuse to battle in such a place like this."

Of course, Isaiah would refuse to battle in a library. History was preserved here and harming history was nothing more than a sin within the pit of his soul. He took the woman's hand to graciously guide her to a more suitable battle location. He ultimately decided on a spot amongst the dusty road of Route 1. It provided a clean slate for the both of them to do battle whether that was in the air or on the sky. If she possessed a water pokemon, she would have long asked the battle to be held near the pool on the south end of town. Since she did not, he decided it must have been one of the two.

Isaiah let go of her hand, allowing her to shuffle through her purse in search for a pokeball. She indeed had the advantage since she obviously saw the HootHoot, Ark, perched on his shoulder like a gargoyle on a cathedral. If she had chosen or even had an electric pokemon, this would pose difficult. She seemed to be pleased on the pokeball that she had chosen before allowing the pokemon to lunge out of the pokeball gracefully.

As stunning as it's twirling entrance, her pokemon: a blue bird with red feathered neck and white underbelly appeared. It was a Taillow. It matched Holly's very sublime personality well, even matched her lengthy blue hair and white dress. It would be a fitting match, no one had the advantage.

"Ark…can you wait up please…" Isaiah asked his pokemon softly ringing his voice in the pokemon's mind.

<Yes, master…I am already awoke> Ark's voice was soothing, melting into the air like wind.

The HootHoot opened its eyes slowly, revealing her eyes to be blue comparable to the crimson that they normally held. She was stretched his brown wings with this sense of splendor to them. It felt like the pokemon was something more than just a normal owl pokemon that you will meet on any root. It almost was a reminiscence of something more.

"Go! Tally," Holly spoke happily.

"Flew to the skies, Ark," Isaiah bowed.

The two bird pokemon flew into the sky, spiraling upwards towards the clouds. The battle was about to begin and both trainers seemed relatively relaxed. However Holly could feel it, she could actually feel how dangerous this combination was. It was almost scary. She managed to calm her nerves deciding ultimately to throw the first blow.

"Peck!" she shouted.

"Tackle…" Isaiah spoke calmly.

The two attacks clashed, hitting simultaneously to their respective opponents. Tally's beak jammed awkwardly into Ark's chest while Ark's head bashed into Tally's chest. The attacks sent both people reeling. They kept at the attacks for a couple of moment as the masters watched on. Tally would dodge a Tackle while Ark dodged a Peck. They were matched in speed. Holly seemed to be astonished with this fact. She knew for a fact that Tally was going to be fast. Why was it struggling to keep up?

"Focus your energy!" Holly shouted.

"I don't have to let that happen….Wing Attack," Isaiah ordered.

The Taillow began to build energy, however it was stopped subsequently with a Wing Attack straight down into the ground. Ark with a mental order from his master dived downward with a powerful tackle as a powerful and stunning follow up. Holly was now panicking with her bird pinned to the ground in such a savage fashion. It was definitely something to be feared.

"Um….Growl," Holly was in tears of panic now.

"Forfeit," Isaiah mentioned. "If I go any further, I will critically injure your pokemon."

"I admit…defeat…" she returned her pokeball.

"Stand down…Ark…"

<Yes master…> Ark flew back to her master's shoulder allowing Holly to return her pokeball.

"You're scary when you are in battle…." Holly admitted.

"You should see me when I'm mad. Have a nice day, Miss Holly. Work to become stronger."

She nodded. If it was something, it was a learning experience to her. Though her heart chilled with ice when she spoke with him, she knew he wasn't a bad person. Isaiah smiled towards her before he disappeared in a blizzard of white pages. Holly stared astonished at the teleportation of the trainer. She shook it off in disbelief.

~

Author's note: It was a bit short since it as a scrimmage. XD I just want to show how relentless Isaiah can be. It gets worst. Trust me.
​

 

[pikakip]

(OOC: sorry this has taken so long, My computer crashed on me twice during some 'Automatic upgrade')

Raydin stifled a yawn behind his hand as he hopped out of bed. He grabbed his pack and made sure everything was in it and ready to go.

He quickly changed in his room, and ran across the upstairs landing to brush his teeth. He barely let the water trickle, and he wet his brush squeezed his toothpaste, and began brushing as fast as possible. He rinsed the brush and ran back to his room, stuffing it into his pack.

Raydin took the stairs slowly, making sure not to step on any of the steps that creaked. The bottom two steps were creaky ones, so Raydin had to jump to the floor. He slipped off his shoes and put them in his hands. He crouched slightly, and then he leaped. Raydin landed softly, and he recovered quickly. standing up, Raydin walked to the kitchen.

Raydin poured himself a glass of OJ, placed a slice of bread in his toaster, and sat down to write.

Dear mom and Dad,

I am truly sorry that I have to leave without saying goodbye. But if I had waited until Later today to say goodbye, i feared that I would not be able to say goodbye. As I told you, Today is the day that I begin my pokemon journey. I will be following in the footsteps of my siblings. I promise to write you, and I will visit, soon. I hope you will be able to forgive me as I will be able to forgive myself.
with love,
Raydin

Raydin looked at his messy handwriting scrwled out on the sheet of paper. He would be back, he had made a promise. He took a sip of orange juice and grimaced, he still had the flavor of tooth paste in his mouth. Raydiin toughed it out though, and he quickly downed the rest of it.

Raydin grabbed his toast, left the note where his parents could find it, and walked out the door with a tear on his cheek.

Raydin slowly walked towards the bus stop, nibbling on his toast thoughtfully. He wondered briefly when he was going to see his family again, but then his thoughts shifted to today. He was finally going to get his own pokemon and follow in the footsteps of his siblings! Raydin saw the bus stop up ahead and ran towards it, ready to start his adventure.

Shortly after Raydin made it to the bus stop, the bus arrived. Raydin jumped up and walked in, handing the bus driver 50 poke. He sat down and leaned back. This was going to be a long 2 hours.

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Raydin woke up as soon as he felt the bus come to a stop. He peered out the window eagerly.yes! He was now in pallet town.

Raydin walked up the thin aisle and thanked the driver. He hopped off of the bus and heard the bus leave behind him. Raydin looked around him in amazement. The buildings here were designed so..so...differently. Raydin saw the largest building he had ever seen in the distance. Professor Oak's lab. Raydin picked up the pace as he ran towards the building.

Raydin came accross the doors of the lab and came to an abrupt halt. It was time. Raydin had gone too far to stop now. Raydin collected himself, and knocked on the door. He waited patiently afterwards. His patience was rewarded in the form of Oak, opening the door.

"Ah hello Raydin!" The professor said cheerfully. "Are you ready to receive your pokemon and supplies?"

Raydin nodded "Yes sir, I can't wait."

Oak smiled "Good.Good. Now come in boy, and close the door behind you."

Raydin closed the door and followed the professor deeper into the lab. Surrounding him were technologies the likes of which he had never seen. All around him he saw these technologies, and working on all of them were Aides. Raydin did not see a single one who was not doing something. Raydin walked behind Oak into a room with a dome in the center and then stopped.

Oak turned towards Raydin with objects in hand. He gave Him the pokedex in a grey color, five pokeballs-Which Raydin attached to his trainer's belt- and the pokeball containing his pokemon.

Raydin looked at the ball carefully. the bottom of it was a creamy color, and the top of it was orange. Running along the sides were black stripes and above the button there was a small flame.

Raydin relesed the pokemon inside. It looked kind of like a dog. It had creamy fur all over its underbelly and along the inside of its legs. The cream colored fur continued up to its muzzle, with a large tuft on its chest. This colored fur was also in a tuft on its head, and all over its fluffy tail. The fur on the rest of its body was orange, with the exception of black stripes along its back and knees. It had two claws on its front paws, and none on its back set. It would look rather majestic if it weren't for its cocked head and tongue hanging out of its mouth.

The new Pokedex in Raydin's hand went off. Growithe, the puppy pokemon. It controls a very large territory. If it smells something that seems dangerous, it roars loudly to scare it away.

Raydin smiled at the Growlithe and then looked at Oak "Gender?"

To which Oak replied, "Male."

Raydin nodded and said to the growlithe, "I'm going to call you Ignus."

The growlithe barked happily and ran in a circle.

Raydin smiled and returned Ignus to his pokeball.

Oak looked at Raydin and said, "those pokeballs are of a new model. You do not need to push the button on the front, as they are voice activated. They also will fail five times before breaking, and replacements are 300 poke, a little more than potions. The pokedex will record data on all of the pokemon it sees, so use it well."

Raydin nodded politely. "Yes sir and thank you for the Pokemon!" Raydin walked out front, and smiled. He was officially a trainer.

 

[Legendarian Mistress]

Myself – I shouldn't be biased, but I am. My post was pretty good, and the fact that I had to alter a section of Chapter 1 of my fic doesn't matter as it suited the RP.

Josephine received a level 5 female Shinx, whom she nicknamed Riley.
Josephine received five Poké Balls.
Josephine received a Pokédex.

Sgt Shock – Excellently done, SS. Your introductory Pallet post was just awesome and your battle against Holly was even better.

Isaiah previously received a Hoothoot.
Isaiah received three Poke Balls.
Isaiah received a Pokédex.
Isaiah defeated Rich Girl Holly's Taillow and Ark reached level 6.

pikakip - Congratulations.

Raydin received a level 5 male Growlithe, whom he nicknamed Ignus.
Raydin received five Poké Balls.
Raydin received a Pokédex.

Charzeon - Tsk, tsk. Temper, temper, Clare.

Clare received a level 5 male Meowth, whom she nicknamed Chase.
Clare received five Poké Balls.
Clare received a Pokédex.

Eliminator Jr. - Thurston has an interesting sort of personality.

Thurston received a level 5 male Sandshrew.
Thurston received five Poké Balls.
Thurston received a Pokédex.

koguryo - Repel-enriched clothes, huh? That made rofl...

Jay received a level 5 male Gastly.
Jay received five Poké Balls.
Jay received a Pokédex.

Old Lace - I like how Mike questioned Oak's statement.

Mike received a level 5 male Budew.
Mike received five Poké Balls.
Mike received a Pokédex.

jcogginsa - Well done.

Aaron received a level 5 female Abra.
Aaron has his own Apri Balls.
Aaron received a Pokédex.

winterfell – Superbly written, my good co-game master. Just remember that Hao can be your only shiny.

Amaya received a Shiny Dratini.
Amaya received five Poke Balls.
Amaya received a Pokédex.