OOC: Sorry for no post yesterday, had very limited access to the internet, if its okay with you Zimvee I'm just going to skip the Oldale post and go to Route 102. I'm giving an in-character reason in my post
Route 102 Part the First
Marcus groaned a bit as he limped away from the Oldale Pokemon Center. He had slept in an odd position and his legs had the burning sensations of pins and needles as he left the perimeter of the small town. Unfortunately he hadn't been able to do much while staying there, when he had arrived at the Pokemon center initially and the nurse discovered his injured leg he had spent hours filling out the paperwork for a dnagerous Pokemon siteing as well as having the local doctor take a closer look at his leg. They finally gave him some anti-biotics and pain pills and thus the first town on his Pokemon Journey had been nothing like what had been expected. He hadn't even had a chance to stop by the Mart before he left, he didn't want to fall behind the others.
At about midday he stopped to eat lunch and let Jet out of his Pokeball. The Makuhita was noticabley warming up to the boy, and Marcus was glad. He lived by the philosophy that if you tried hard enough you could be friends with anyone. As Jet sat happily munching on some Pokemon food, Marcus decided to take a look around. After all Route 102 had some new and quite rare Pokemon and Marcus was determined to catch one to make up for the disaster with the Zigzagoon before. Unfortunatly the area seemed totally devoid of Pokemon life and Marcus trudged back to his temporary campsite where Jet was already practicing his species signature Technique, Arm thrust. It was unknown why only Makuhita learned the move, but they were obsessively proud of their ability to use it and Jet was no exception, showing off to the world his newly learned ability. Marcus just shook his head and smiled, he felt he was getting closer to understanding his Pokemon and hoped in time they would be best friends.
"Come on Jet, lets get going and see if we can catch some Pokemon!" said Marcus as he threw on his backpack and bagan to race from the clearing. The Makuhita rolled his eyes but followed, far more warily than the excitable pre-teen.
As they left the clearing several Poochyena appeared slowly from the surrounding trees, growling with ill-disguised malice. They sniffed the campground throughly, checking every tree and shrub before moving on in the wake of the Boy and Makuhita.
Meanwhile, Jet and Marcus had yet to discover any Pokemon and Jet was beginning to grow concerned. Marcus was oblivious to strange atmosphere, good-naturedly darning his luck as they covered more and more ground without any other signs of life. Jet pulled closer to Marcus, unwilling to let the naive boy run into another dangerous Pokemon. The boy was irritating in that he had very little common sense.
Suddenly a high pitched squeak was heard from the grass on their right, instantly Jet went into battle mode as Marcus' face broke into a broad grin.
"Showtime Jet, let's show this Pokemon what we're really made of!" The Makuhita nodded in agreement as the pair crept closer and closer to the the source of the noise. Suddenly a small white bipedal figure burst from the bushes, latching directly onto Jet.
"Whoa, "Marcus exhaled as he pulled out his Pokedex, "Um... looks like its a Ralts Jet. Its a Psychic type so arm thrust is going to be ineffective." Marcus called out. "It shouldn't know any attacks yet, just growl, so you should be able to beat it easily!"
Jet meanwhile was struggling with the tiny Ralts that had latched onto his back. It was tiny, but seemed rather hellbent on pummeling the Fighting-type with its weak fists as it hung on his back for dear life. The stupid Ralts was incredibly vicious, growling and working itself into a fury as it beat on Jets back. Finally sighing in extreme annoyance Jet merely fell back, crushing the Ralts under its prodigious bulk and almost instantly knocking it out.
"Good Jet, now one or tow good hits will take him down!" Marcus called out as he grabbed and empty Pokeball. Jet once more tackled the Ralts, knocking it out as Marcus threw his Pokeball at it. The Ball twitched once, twice...
From the shadows the pack of Poochyena watched the Boy and the Makuhita with their teeth bared. Soon the two would pay.