IanDonyer
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alabaster daze: unova chronicle
Chapter 1: Every journey has a boring start, right?
To say that the Unova region was exotic compared to others in the world would be an understatement. Ava knew this through personal experience: she had only been here for roughly ten hours, but compared to her home region of Johto, it was certainly unique. It had rolling hills, trees dotting its surface so close to even the most industrialized areas, and of course, the Pokemon.
She reached down and gently stroked the head of the brown-furred, short bear-like thing beside her, flashing it a quick grin. "Hey, Ted. You excited? This is gonna be real big fun."
"Ursa! Teddi teddi ursa!" Ted cried excitedly.
Ava nodded slowly, then looked back to the scenery in front of her. She was on top of a rather large hill, looking down onto the smallest town of the region. She was able to see the entire thing with almost perfect clarity from her height. It consisted of about ten houses, considering the possibility of one hiding. One building overshadowed them all, larger than the rest: obviously some sort of major business. The place was surrounded by trees on all sides except for the northeastern corner.
"Nuvema Town, here we come!" Ava said, and Ted made his agreement known. Ava fell down to her knees, then lay herself on her back. Ted copied her, sitting on the right. The two of them began to roll on their sides down the grassy hillside, giggling like little children. But that was okay: everyone needed some fun every once in a while.
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"Aw, geez, Bianca's late. As usual."
Blair lowered himself onto his bed, pulling himself against the wall and sitting with his legs crossed, hands resting in his lap. He blew a swift sigh, pushing a bit of his brown hair out of his eyes. It fell up against his blue cap, and fell back down to resting a bit over his eyes, which were focused on the boy in the corner of the room.
"It's only been a minute after the time she said she would be here, Blair," the boy said. He let a small, amused grin spread across his lips. Through his glasses, he glanced toward the stairway. "Have some patients, Doctor."
"Shaddup, will ya, Cheren? That still means she's late!" Blair protested. But he knew that Cheren was right, and that he needed to shut his mouth and wait.
"Patience," Cheren repeated. His tone was almost taunting. "Or perhaps I'll amuse the two of us through making fun of your girlish name, Blair, my dear gal Lindsey."
"DAMN YOU MOTHER!" Blair thought. "Cursing me with a name like Blair Lindsey!"
Almost as if on cue to his mental curses, Blair heard a gentle, repeating thud; signature of someone walking up a flight of stairs. From the light footsteps, Blair could tell that the person was female, but not exactly the swift and childlike rushing he had been expecting. His mother popped her head up, and the rest followed suit.
"Waiting for Bianca?" she asked.
Cheren nodded, speaking before Blair had the opportunity to. "Yes, ma'am. It would be kind of rude to open this gift without her, if the gift was also addressed to her."
"I thought so," Blair's mother said. "Well, would you boys like anything to drink while you wait? Since Cheren's here, I'll allow soda. You know, for the occasion."
Blair cracked a smile. Cheren was often off in his room at his home, doing other things: Blair only talked to him at rare outings, at the local school, or on the home telephone. It was seen as a god-given miracle to see Cheren willingly present at anything else.
"That so? That's awful nice of you, ma'am. Yes, could you just bring me a cola?" Cheren asked.
Blair's mother nodded. "And you, dear?"
"I'll have the same. Thanks, mom."
She nodded, and moved down the steps. "I'll be back up with them in a minute."
"Thanks, Miss Lindsey," Cheren said.
"And now to wait for Bianca," Blair muttered.
"Don't worry, my gal Lindsey," Cheren said. "I'm sure she'll show up before the end of the month."
Blair felt himself smiling again. "Yeah right. I'm thinking maybe some time in March."
Cheren slapped his palm against his face. "Blair, it's March the first."
Blair felt the blood rush to his face, a warmness he dreaded. "...Exactly! I was agreein' with you. Heh. Heheh..."
"You're an idiot, Lindsey."
"At least call me by my first name, Cheren!" Blair said.
"Would you prefer 'my dear gal Lindsey', then?" Cheren asked.
"Call me Blair, damn you!" Blair exclaimed.
Cheren cracked a wide smile. "Okay, okay. No need for the language, Blair."
Just then, they heard the sound of a girl saying something. It wasn't quite audible enough to be understood sentence-wise, but the two of them recognized the high, giggly sound of her voice. Next, the light sound of someone thudding up the stairs occurred again, but this time at a much quicker pace. Finally, she pushed her way up the stairs, and into sight.
The blond girl stopped for a moment, placing her hands on her knees and pressing the white fabric of her dress up against her skin, catching her breath. Hair dangling in front of her eyes, she looked up at the two boys in the room and immediately stood up, giving the two of them a goofy grin. "Sorry! I'm sorry!"
Blair looked at her for a moment, then nodded. "Nice to meet you, Sorry."
Time seemed to stop for a moment. Then the three of them burst into laughter.
Catching his breath, Cheren was the first one to speak up afterward. "That was perhaps the single most stupid joke I have ever heard in my life, Lindsey-"
"BLAIR!"
"...Yes, yes, Blair. How in the world you managed to make me laugh, I'll never know."
The blond girl straightened herself up, then moved toward the bed and sat down next to Blair, pulling him into a headlock. "Ah, but our old friend here has the talent of being an absolute moron! So he can always provide entertainment, right, Cheren?"
"This is coming from the Queen, Bianca," Blair muttered. He wasn't angry, though; in fact, he wore a wide grin still.
Bianca tightened her grip around his neck, and Blair flailed his arms in futile resistance. Bianca let go a moment later. "We all know I'm the second smartest in this room, eh, Cheren?"
"Next to my bedsheets, maybe," Blair said.
"What was that, Lindsey?" Bianca asked.
"Nothing!"
"Thought so! Hahaha! Anyways, what do you guys say we get to opening this gift up!" Bianca said.
Cheren nodded, a glint of excitement in his eyes. Blair slipped off his bed, and Bianca followed suit. Soon, the three of them stood in front of Blair's computer desk, staring at the green package sitting on it.
"Since it was delivered to your place, my gal Lindsey, what do you say you open it?" Cheren said.
"Right," Blair responded.
He lifted the top off of the box, and looked at what was inside: it appeared to be a sheet of paper with writing on it.
"...A piece of paper," Blair whispered. "...That's it?"
He picked it up and began to read it aloud.
dear blair, cheren and bianca
Hi! My name is Aurea Juniper. I am a mutual friend between your mothers, and each has asked me for the same favor: they are tired of seeing you cooped up in the small confined space of Nuvema Town. So at their requests, I prepared three Pokemon. Yes, you have read correctly: I am giving the three of you each a Pokemon. Please settle your choices politely, and make sure to... well, I'll give you the rest of the lecture later, I suppose.
Blair's mother will give you all directions to my laboratory. When you three have gotten acquainted with your choice of Pokemon, please come and visit so that I can elaborate. Remember, I do not give gifts like this without asking for something in return!
- signed, Aurea T. Juniper
- signed, Aurea T. Juniper
He flipped it over on the back, his heart racing, to see if there was anything else.
Oh, and if you haven't figured it out by now, look behind the box. Meatheads.
Blair shoved the box aside, and saw the three spheres resting on the table behind it. They had red paint on their tops, while the bottom half was white. A metallic, silver button was in the center of each. Beneath each one was an individual note card, and Blair grabbed each sphere, setting them next to their respective cards.
The one on the far left read, "Snivy: Grass Snake Pokemon: Grass Type".
The one in the middle read, "Oshawott: Sea Otter Pokemon: Water Type".
Finally, the last one, on the right, read, "Tepig: Fire Pig Pokemon: Fire Type".
Now, Blair thought, it was time for the tough decision.
"Who's gonna pick first?"
Cheren snapped his fingers, and Blair looked to him immediately. It was a Cheren-ism. If he had an idea, he snapped his fingers: an odd thing, but whatever floated his boat, Blair supposed.
"We will settle this the way man has settled conflicts for centuries!" Cheren exclaimed.
Blair looked to Bianca, who's face had gone pale. He cocked an eyebrow.
"But I'm too young to die, Cheren!" she exclaimed.
Cheren grinned devilishly. It was a peculiar sight, considering his dress shirt, tie and khaki pants: he looked like a corrupt businessman.
"Combat? No, Bianca. Much... MUCH... worse."
Blair's eyes widened. It struck him what the plan was.
Cheren's hand tightened into a fist. Blair's did the same. Bianca, after a moment of hesitation, followed suit.
"Rock, paper, scissors, SHOOT!"
Blair's hand thrust forward first, shaped into scissors. Cheren's came next, his palm open and extended, as paper. Bianca's form was the same as Blair's.
Cheren was out of the game. "Oh, c'mon..."
"Looks like it's just you and me, eh, Bianca?" Blair said, his tone filled to the brim with cockiness. He was gonna win this! He knew he was.
Cheren counted down. "Rock, paper, scissors... SHOOT!"
Blair's hand shot forward, still as a fist. Bianca's was open, palm extended.
"Bianca wins!" Cheren announced. "Miracles never cease."
"Excuse me, Phelps?" Bianca asked.
"Nothing, ol' Missy Nicholson. You win. You get to pick first."
Bianca stepped up to the balls on the table, and immediately swiped one. She held it in her hand, and nodded toward the other two. "Now who's gonna pick next?"
Blair cocked an eyebrow. "Quick pick, Bianca."
Bianca nodded slowly, wisely. "Of course! From the names, only one of them really suits me anyway."
"Okey doke, then," Blair said. "One more R-P-S, Cheren?"
"Yeah," Cheren said. "Bianca, count us down."
"Rock, papers, scissors..." Bianca took a long pause, grinning from ear to ear. "...sssshhhhooooooo...tuh!"
The two remaining competitors sped their hands forward, Cheren's in the form of paper, Blair's in the form of scissors.
Cheren scowled. "Oh come on, I'm left to be the one without a choice?" He sighed, placing a hand on Blair's shoulder. "Pick well."
Blair was grinning from ear to ear. His heart was pounding faster than he had ever felt it before. He looked at his choices. Bianca had swiped the water-type. She was an odd person, and Oshawott was kind of an odd name: he saw her point. Therefore, his choices were down to the grass-type Snivy, and the fire type Tepig.
He closed his eyes, and placed his hand out in front of him, grabbing onto the first one his hand touched. He held it tight, and opened his eyes, looking down at the cards to see which one he had chosen.
The only card left coupled with a ball was the one labeled Tepig. So he had chosen Snivy.
"Well, my gal Lindsey, I said to choose wisely, not play a blind roulette. Fool," Cheren muttered. He grabbed the last ball. "Oh well. I wanted Tepig from the start anyway."
The three friends turned to each other, all of them wearing a wide grin.
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Ava stood in front of the door, licking her lips. It was a nervous habit: she couldn't help but be kind of nervous right now, standing in front of one of the most famed laboratories in the world. Aurea Juniper was no pushover in the world of research, standing second only to the likes of Kanto's Samuel Oak.
"Time to meet the head," she said, glancing down toward Ted.
"Ursa!" Ted said. "Teddi di!"
She allowed herself a grin, and knocked on the door. She was left without any sort of response for quite a few minutes, but she waited with as much patience as she could muster, and managed to keep her grin once the door finally slid open to reveal the tall, slim figure of Professor Juniper.
"Hi!" she said. "What can I do ya for, Little Miss?" She glanced down at the Pokemon next to her, her eyes glinting with excitement, but she said nothing further.
"Hello," Ava said. "My name is Ava Kodach? I was scheduled to come-"
"Oh, my! I had forgotten all about you. So sorry, so sorry, Missy."
Ava shook her head. "It's okay, Professor."
"Come on in!" Juniper said, stepping aside and placing her arm inside.
Ava nodded and walked in, Ted jogging after her dutifully.
The three of them moved toward the back of the large lab, where Juniper offered her a seat. The two of them sat down, and Ted sat on the floor next to Ava.
"So, Missy, a question I've been wanting to ask," Juniper started, her eyes going over Ava's figure, one hand twirling her own caramel brown hair, the other on the table, strumming its metallic surface. "What in the world is up with those grass stains?"
Ava glanced down on her shirt, seeing smears of green and brown on her shirt. She grinned widely. "Me and Ted were rollin' down a hill earlier. All sorts of fun - you should try it some time."
Juniper smiled softly. "I see. So, if my memory serves me correctly, you come here from Johto?"
"Yes, ma'am. My father came from this region, and I kind of want to explore my roots. You know?" Ava said.
"Ah, a good cause. Not many people like to take an initiative like that. I respect it."
"Thanks, Professor," Ava said.
"M'hm. Well, what do you plan to do while here? Simply explore? Or is there something more?" Juniper asked.
"I've been considering taking the League Challenge. But just considering, so far - I haven't made up my mind yet."
"The League Challenge is a good experience for any trainer. It allows them to grow personally, as well as grower a stronger bond with their Pokemon. I think you should do it."
"I'll keep that in mind, Professor."
Juniper nodded. "Well, I've never been one for small talk, Missy. So shall I get to the point?"
Ava nodded.
"Alrighty, then. I asked you to come visit me because I want to request something of you. I want you to have this."
She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small, rectangular device. It had a blank silver screen on the inside, surrounded by a rim of red, with a black ball printed on the top. Ava took it, and examined it.
"Is this a Pokedex?" Ava asked.
Juniper nodded. "I'm impressed. Yes, it's a Pokedex. This is the version used here in Unova. It contains data on all 142 Pokemon native to Unova. It's an essential tool to any trainer, but this is one of four models in existence for Unova. It's yours, Missy. But only if you make me a promise."
Ava looked at Juniper as if she were growing lobsters out of her ears. Why would this woman give HER of all people such a rare model of Pokedex? It baffled her. "Sure..."
Juniper leaned in close on the table. "Travel to your heart's content. Catch as many Pokemon as you can. Learn about them. Grow to be friends with them. And overall, grow as a person, Missy Kodach."
Ava nodded swiftly, grinning from ear to ear. She spoke in an excited tone of voice, which seemed to be contagious, as Ted leaped up on the table, leaning in and embracing Ava. She embraced him back. "Yes, ma'am. It's a promise."
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Author's Notes: Recently, I obtained a copy of Pokemon White Version. I have been playing it every opportunity I have had since the day I got it, and I'm surprised I managed to tear myself away from it long enough to write this. I am absolutely addicted: and as with anything I grow seriously addicted to, I feel the compulsion to write about it.
This story, for the most part, will be an adaptation of my personal experiences playing. As to entertain anyone, certain twists will be thrown in: that's a given. But don't expect any sort of deviation from the "versus Team Plasma" and "Beat all Eight Gym Leaders" storyline. Sorry if that's a turn-off.
This may seem a fifth project. It is, in a sense. But I regret to say that this will take place of one of my current ongoing projects: "Rescue". Rescue is now on an indefinite hiatus. I apologize to anyone who has read it and enjoyed it, but I will not lie and say that I really liked writing it. I didn't.
So as of the moment, my projects are:
- Sinnoh Stories: The Legend of Volkner!
- Best Laid Plans
- Summersville [A Dragon Ball Z Fan Fiction]
and...
- Pokemon White [Preliminary Title]
Be sure to check out the other three if you enjoyed this! And don't hesitate to drop in a review for any of them.
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