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- Facility Number 1
- Seen Jun 7, 2014
Thank you for clicking on this fic. Although this is my first fic i spent a long time perfecting the first chapter. The original version was admittedly... Full of mistakes, check the first reply... So i edited out all of the problems and reposted, so that this could become a contents page linking you to every chapter.
Important things to remember:
1)All criticism is taken kindly, if delivered kindly.
2)This fic DOES contain fan theories. If you are annoyed by things like Clefable and Gengar are two sides of the same coin, then read with caution. Moaning about it will make you seem ignorant.
3) This uses Japanese yen (¥) as it is a parallel to Pokedollars.
4) We eat pokemon as if cows and chickens don't exist.
5) Any sort of romance between characters in the fic is accidental, I really couldn't care less about romance fics.
6) If any cliches stand out to you, please, oh please tell me immediately...
(I cannot apply links to my work until i make 10 more posts, so the Table of Contents will be a while)
Authors Note:
Chapter 1: The Facilities Perks
After Kanto fell into recession, the government was forced to "relocate", as they called it, all people who could not pay taxes. And by "relocate" I mean "ship off to Facility Number 1." An island off of the coast of Kanto, rebuilt to separate the poor from the poorer. It used to be a very important island for inter-regional trade, so there are still some skyscrapers and large buildings. You can still see Vermillion on the horizon, but just what is on the coast: The gym, pier, ships, and the pokemart. Living in F1 isn't all bad, you meet people with interesting tales and you get to know more about other cities in Kanto. One guy I met lived on Cinnabar before the eruption; he worked in Blaine's gym for three years and has a strong team of fire types. Although there is allot of crime here, petty thievery mostly, without law people need to rely on each other to keep alive; causing them to form clans. The economy here is simple, you either have money or you steal (Or both in my case). A simple way to get an easy load is to slice the bottom of a bag and let the contents fall into yours, backpacks are common here, so they don't detect you as easily.
I was just counting up todays haul, seeing what I could live without, when a dark figure darted out of the open window from the story above and grabbed an apple. I've been in this business for a while, my hands instantly grabbed the intruder, I looked it in the eye. Its feather-like tufts coming out of its left ear and back were definitely the first notable thing. The claws stood out as well. Obviously it's a Sneasel.
"Drop it!" I commanded, the Sneasel obliged and I caught it with my free hand. I let it down and shooed it away. But it sat beside me, as if it respected me, or it just wanted an apple.
"Hey, I said get lost…" my voiced rose to a shout. I turned towards the Sneasel and it was still there.
"Look, if I give you an apple will you leave?" It shook its head and looked up at me.
"You aren't going to leave, are you?" I finally realised.
"Well, I can't let you starve, then, can I?" I threw him the same apple he tried to steal from me; it was scratched from the claws after all, I'm not eating it… He just sat there, taking large bites smiling, eyes closed to savour the flavour, and he wasn't even distancing himself from me. He was comfortable around me, don't know why.
"So, how would you like to join me?" I asked, it seemed strange to ask a pokemon to wilfully join me. Normally they would be caught. Sneasel nodded to me and looked at me confused, as if I was meant to do something. It hit me, a pokeball, there were three in that guy's bag, and all empty for some reason. I tapped one on Sneasel's head and he became the well-known red light that I haven't seen for years. After the shaking stopped, I instantly let out Sneasel again so he could keep eating. The guild was going to like this!
A few hours later I stood in front of the private HQ of the thieves' guild. Selling off my extra food will be handy for getting ahead.
"You weren't followed, were you?" A voice sounded from behind the door.
"No," I replied, "I don't see the need for this procedure. It's as annoying as Zubat in a cave. Now look I got a good haul today, I want to see the training market." The doors opened, and then I was greeted by my old friend Quake.
"Oh it was you? I didn't see you properly with the coat on." Quake said, she laughed and shrugged. This coat hides me pretty well. I never saw the point in getting rid of it, no matter how heavy it is. "Well, Zeke, come on in. You found something good to sell to Diamond-eye?" Diamond-eye is the trainers-goods merchant; we call him Diamond-eye because he can tell if something is faked. Unless you're selling to him you normally have to pay him to check if something is real. I stood in a dimly lit warehouse with blacked out windows. Flashy stalls with even flashier dealers, they're always coming up with new ways to screw you over. I threw my jacket off revealing my Dusknoir Vest and cargo pants. The vest was grey with the yellow mouth open.
"Nice threads, are they new?" Quake said, "They're better than my old stuff." To be honest I quite liked her style, black tank-top, and black joggers with white lines down the side (Light and comfortable, great for a thief!). It's her hair that stands out though; it's a dark shade of red that cuts off at her neck.
"Yeah, he came out of the mart with just that in his bag, it was too easy!" I laughed; I then brought up the subject of her Kangaskhan, hoping to be able to reveal Sneasel.
"Oh, she's doing great; a month was more than enough to get her adjusted to being a thief's pokemon. Why do you ask?" Quake asked me.
"I got myself a pokemon as well," I replied, I grabbed the ball at the back of my belt and let Sneasel out. "This is my Sneasel; I met him just a few hours ago." Quake was surprised that I had a pokemon, never mind the fact that it is known as a thief pokemon.
As we made our way to the trainer's goods stall, I saw a box of small bottles; they interested me more than the "special" pokeballs, they just look like painted pokeballs to me. As I approached Diamond-eye I asked about the items and pointed.
He replied "It's a box of protein bottles. Protein increases the Pokémon's physical strength. I recommend these and Carbos, for your Sneasel's speed." It sounded like a great idea, Sneasel is probably weak at the moment, there aren't many pokemon around here to battle against.
I thought for a second, I looked up to Diamond-eye again,
"I'll bite. How much for the Protein and Carbos?" I couldn't help it, if it is anything like it sounds, Sneasel will toughen up in no time.
"¥40000 minimum, unless you really did have a good haul, in that case I may lower the price, but just for you." He replied, haggling was not an option, but trade may be. I searched my bag for anything he may want, I thought there were only berries in the bag, but I was wrong. I found a stone at the bottom and pulled it out, it was a crown of some sort.
Diamond-eye was shocked "Whoah, a king's rock! Give me that and ¥10000 and you have a deal." I gave him the rock and money and bagged the pills. I decided to wait until we next eat to give him the vitamins.
I decided to ask Quake for a battle, she looked at me like I was crazy,
"No, no thank you… What if we get ambushed, I'll need Kangaskhan just to survive." She was right; it was about midnight already, the thugs' happy hour. The weekly cargo shipment was here in a few hours. It's full of food, goods, and the occasional pokemon if they sneak on-board. I put Sneasel away for rest and we got going to the docks so we don't get left out.
Important things to remember:
1)All criticism is taken kindly, if delivered kindly.
2)This fic DOES contain fan theories. If you are annoyed by things like Clefable and Gengar are two sides of the same coin, then read with caution. Moaning about it will make you seem ignorant.
3) This uses Japanese yen (¥) as it is a parallel to Pokedollars.
4) We eat pokemon as if cows and chickens don't exist.
5) Any sort of romance between characters in the fic is accidental, I really couldn't care less about romance fics.
6) If any cliches stand out to you, please, oh please tell me immediately...
(I cannot apply links to my work until i make 10 more posts, so the Table of Contents will be a while)
Authors Note:
Spoiler:
Ok, so now i've got hopefully the majority of my problems fixed up, this is an edited repost of chapter 1. So thankyou to Slayr231 for the advice and to anyone who reads from here on out.
Chapter 1: The Facilities Perks
After Kanto fell into recession, the government was forced to "relocate", as they called it, all people who could not pay taxes. And by "relocate" I mean "ship off to Facility Number 1." An island off of the coast of Kanto, rebuilt to separate the poor from the poorer. It used to be a very important island for inter-regional trade, so there are still some skyscrapers and large buildings. You can still see Vermillion on the horizon, but just what is on the coast: The gym, pier, ships, and the pokemart. Living in F1 isn't all bad, you meet people with interesting tales and you get to know more about other cities in Kanto. One guy I met lived on Cinnabar before the eruption; he worked in Blaine's gym for three years and has a strong team of fire types. Although there is allot of crime here, petty thievery mostly, without law people need to rely on each other to keep alive; causing them to form clans. The economy here is simple, you either have money or you steal (Or both in my case). A simple way to get an easy load is to slice the bottom of a bag and let the contents fall into yours, backpacks are common here, so they don't detect you as easily.
I was just counting up todays haul, seeing what I could live without, when a dark figure darted out of the open window from the story above and grabbed an apple. I've been in this business for a while, my hands instantly grabbed the intruder, I looked it in the eye. Its feather-like tufts coming out of its left ear and back were definitely the first notable thing. The claws stood out as well. Obviously it's a Sneasel.
"Drop it!" I commanded, the Sneasel obliged and I caught it with my free hand. I let it down and shooed it away. But it sat beside me, as if it respected me, or it just wanted an apple.
"Hey, I said get lost…" my voiced rose to a shout. I turned towards the Sneasel and it was still there.
"Look, if I give you an apple will you leave?" It shook its head and looked up at me.
"You aren't going to leave, are you?" I finally realised.
"Well, I can't let you starve, then, can I?" I threw him the same apple he tried to steal from me; it was scratched from the claws after all, I'm not eating it… He just sat there, taking large bites smiling, eyes closed to savour the flavour, and he wasn't even distancing himself from me. He was comfortable around me, don't know why.
"So, how would you like to join me?" I asked, it seemed strange to ask a pokemon to wilfully join me. Normally they would be caught. Sneasel nodded to me and looked at me confused, as if I was meant to do something. It hit me, a pokeball, there were three in that guy's bag, and all empty for some reason. I tapped one on Sneasel's head and he became the well-known red light that I haven't seen for years. After the shaking stopped, I instantly let out Sneasel again so he could keep eating. The guild was going to like this!
A few hours later I stood in front of the private HQ of the thieves' guild. Selling off my extra food will be handy for getting ahead.
"You weren't followed, were you?" A voice sounded from behind the door.
"No," I replied, "I don't see the need for this procedure. It's as annoying as Zubat in a cave. Now look I got a good haul today, I want to see the training market." The doors opened, and then I was greeted by my old friend Quake.
"Oh it was you? I didn't see you properly with the coat on." Quake said, she laughed and shrugged. This coat hides me pretty well. I never saw the point in getting rid of it, no matter how heavy it is. "Well, Zeke, come on in. You found something good to sell to Diamond-eye?" Diamond-eye is the trainers-goods merchant; we call him Diamond-eye because he can tell if something is faked. Unless you're selling to him you normally have to pay him to check if something is real. I stood in a dimly lit warehouse with blacked out windows. Flashy stalls with even flashier dealers, they're always coming up with new ways to screw you over. I threw my jacket off revealing my Dusknoir Vest and cargo pants. The vest was grey with the yellow mouth open.
"Nice threads, are they new?" Quake said, "They're better than my old stuff." To be honest I quite liked her style, black tank-top, and black joggers with white lines down the side (Light and comfortable, great for a thief!). It's her hair that stands out though; it's a dark shade of red that cuts off at her neck.
"Yeah, he came out of the mart with just that in his bag, it was too easy!" I laughed; I then brought up the subject of her Kangaskhan, hoping to be able to reveal Sneasel.
"Oh, she's doing great; a month was more than enough to get her adjusted to being a thief's pokemon. Why do you ask?" Quake asked me.
"I got myself a pokemon as well," I replied, I grabbed the ball at the back of my belt and let Sneasel out. "This is my Sneasel; I met him just a few hours ago." Quake was surprised that I had a pokemon, never mind the fact that it is known as a thief pokemon.
As we made our way to the trainer's goods stall, I saw a box of small bottles; they interested me more than the "special" pokeballs, they just look like painted pokeballs to me. As I approached Diamond-eye I asked about the items and pointed.
He replied "It's a box of protein bottles. Protein increases the Pokémon's physical strength. I recommend these and Carbos, for your Sneasel's speed." It sounded like a great idea, Sneasel is probably weak at the moment, there aren't many pokemon around here to battle against.
I thought for a second, I looked up to Diamond-eye again,
"I'll bite. How much for the Protein and Carbos?" I couldn't help it, if it is anything like it sounds, Sneasel will toughen up in no time.
"¥40000 minimum, unless you really did have a good haul, in that case I may lower the price, but just for you." He replied, haggling was not an option, but trade may be. I searched my bag for anything he may want, I thought there were only berries in the bag, but I was wrong. I found a stone at the bottom and pulled it out, it was a crown of some sort.
Diamond-eye was shocked "Whoah, a king's rock! Give me that and ¥10000 and you have a deal." I gave him the rock and money and bagged the pills. I decided to wait until we next eat to give him the vitamins.
I decided to ask Quake for a battle, she looked at me like I was crazy,
"No, no thank you… What if we get ambushed, I'll need Kangaskhan just to survive." She was right; it was about midnight already, the thugs' happy hour. The weekly cargo shipment was here in a few hours. It's full of food, goods, and the occasional pokemon if they sneak on-board. I put Sneasel away for rest and we got going to the docks so we don't get left out.
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