PokéCommunity Supporter Crystal Tier
Also Known As Axel
That Dream...Make it Come True!
Seen 2 Weeks Ago
Posted June 8th, 2019
PokéCommunity Supporter Crystal Tier
Also Known As vsich4, Vince
Show me that Fighting Spirit
Ambrette Town, Kalos
Seen 1 Day Ago
Posted June 7th, 2019
Maurice Watson - Petalburg/Route102
After some time of walking and with it beginning to get dark out, Maurice contemplated heading back to Petalburg with Willard. They had been searching for at least an hour but couldn't seem find a single Pokemon worth Willard's while. This child did not seem to understand that each and every Pokemon was a gift and he should be happy with whatever Pokemon he can get. He even yelled at a poor little Ralts to get away because it didn't look very strong. This kid had no idea what he was missing out on. Finally, Maurice couldn't take it anymore and said, "Alright Willard unless the next Pokemon you see is one you want, we are going back. It is getting quite late and we shan't worry your mother by keeping you out past dark."
"Yeah, yeah whatever! It's not my fault all these Pokemon don't meet my high standards!" Willard said snottily.
Maurice just sighed as he watched the kid run around searching for a Pokemon. Maurice leaned up against a tree when he heard a yell and a splash of water.
"Now what did he do?..." Maurice sighed as he walked over to where Willard was.
As he came through the brush he couldn't believe his eyes. Before him was Willard, sprawled out in a pond, soaking wet, a look of pure elation on his face. Following Willard's gaze, Maurice looked to his left and saw a human-like Pokemon with grey and blue coloring. It was a Meditite and a strong one it looked too. Clearly quite healthy with a rugged look that told Maurice it spent a lot of time training, he almost thought about catching it for himself. Coming to his senses though, he looked at Willard and knew this would be a good partner for the kid.
"Alright Willard, is this the Pokemon you want?"
All Willard could do was nod as a goofy smile formed on his face telling Maurice all he needed to know.
"Alright Tympole, standby!" Maurice tossed the Pokeball into the air, "Let's get young mister Willard that Meditite!"
Also Known As Dem, Ultra
Discord Nickname Nero#7301
I like it.
Route 230, Australia
Seen June 2nd, 2019
Posted June 2nd, 2019
Route 102 was just another grassy stretch between another useless town to Payton. What was the point of Odale, anyway? There was nothing significant in the area other than that blasted Pokemon Lab, and the Route 103 "shortcut" to Slateport and Mauville City was difficult to cross and barely used by people who weren't Pokemon trainers. Wouldn't Birch's Lab be better suited to have been situated in Petalburg? Heck, even Littleroot being all just a part of Odale would make sense. This whole beginning section of the trainer circuit was stupid. And yet here he was, walking at a casual pace towards on the exact same track he was complaining about.
Payton looked down at Skipper, who had been let out of his ball and seemed quite content with keeping a steady pace and taking in the surroundings. They had been walking for a couple of minutes now, and Payton had spent the whole time coming up with reasons why he shouldn't be stuck down south of the region. "This is stupid," he commented, although Skipper didn't seem like he was paying any attention. "Seriously though," he continued when he realised he wasn't getting a reaction, "we've been wasting too much time. Go run ahead and do something useful, I'll catch up to you if you run into trouble." The Mudkip nodded and started to pick up speed, dashing off ahead to battle whatever he might find. Now that Payton thought about it, he had never actually seen Skipper fight before. He had definitely gotten hurt by something on the way to Littleroot a couple of days ago, but other than that Payton wasn't even sure if he had fought anything, let alone if he was good at it. All he knew was that Skipper was strong enough to beat whatever could be found around here on it's own, and that he was smart enough to not take on anything that could be dangerous.
It was a genius plan, really. If Skipper ran ahead and cleared out any wild Pokemon, Payton wouldn't have to spend time training him, which meant that they wouldn't waste any valuable daylight. The greatest thing about it, however, was that he didn't have any Pokemon with him, meaning he could avoid any trainers he encountered that demanded a battle. It was virtually as if he didn't have a Pokemon once again, but anything hostile up ahead was dealt with before he arrived. However, he soon realised that Skipper couldn't solve all of his problems as he spotted a certain tall, youthful blonde teen in the near distance, who seemed to be focused on some sort of commotion in a patch of tall grass obscuring Payton's view. "Oh great, the sook," Payton groaned. He had hoped that the kid was far behind, but it seemed that the 17 year old was going to be harder to get rid of than initially thought. It would've been easy to pass by unnoticed by simply heading in a different direction, however Payton's curiosity preceded him and he soon found himself situated a good 20 metres behind the teen and getting a good look at the commotion. He didn't make any attempt to hide himself, and didn't make any attempt to make himself known. It was probably better for the teen's sake than his own that he didn't interfere.
Zackry, as it turns out, was in a fight with the most pathetic looking Pokemon Payton had seen in a long time. Despite that, they both seemed too afraid to make the first move. The Azurill looked scared out of its mind, while Zackry seemed to be unsure about the whole thing, looking more reluctant and bashful than usual. Was he forgetting that the thing only measured halfway up to his knee? Eventually, the wild Polka Dot Pokemon was the one to break the ice, firing a stream of water at Zackry's Fennekin. That seemed to do it for him, and Fennekin was finally ordered to fight back with it's own flamethrower. Payton had to admit that he had some level of curiosity as to how good of a Pokemon battler Zachry was. Perhaps if this kid wasn't so timid, he might actually be an alright trainer? That idea was short lived, however, as a Pokeball was immediately fished out and thrown at the wild Pokemon. It had been hit by one move. One move. Did this boy seriously believe that he was that good of a trainer and could effortlessly catch anything like that? Sure enough, even something as small and weak looking as the Azurill managed to escape the Pokeball after a single shake.
Payton honestly wasn't sure whether to laugh or to bang his head on a tree trunk. He decided to just leave.
Well, to be fair, Skipper decided for him. He might've even approached the kid, had Nero not taken forever to post he not heard the sounds of what could've been a faint Mudkip yelp not too far ahead. Annoyingly, Payton knew that it was his duty of care to probably go and check on what was going on, so he left Zackry alone to his own matters. The whole situation had given him a strong feeling of deja-vu, and he realised why once route 101 came to mind. The sooner he got ahead of this group of trainers, the better off he'd be, anyway. He kept telling himself that, that he didn't want to have to deal with them, but to be honest they hadn't really been a nuisance at all. Was he being a hypocrite? No, not at all.
He wasn't sure where exactly to look for Skipper at first, just wandering aimlessly ahead as he would have if he were heading to Petalburg. A little ways up the road, and he definitely heard what sounded like a Mudkip and another voice he couldn't recognise . As he made his way through the knee high grass off of the dirt track he was following, the one voice became two. There was a person up ahead, with his back turned towards Payton, so the most logical thing was to go and ask if they knew anything. As he approached the figure from behind and was about to make himself known, he discovered not only where Skipper was, but realised his mistake: if people thought Payton didn't have a Pokemon, then they were just as likely to think that Skipper didn't have a trainer. The person Payton had approached in question looked to be a boy about 12 years of age, with short brown hair covered by a local baseball cap, a disgustingly bright red shirt, blue denim shorts, and a band-aid on his cheek. He also had a Zigzagoon, who was currently pinning Skipper on the ground. Not cool.
"Hey, you. That's my Mudkip."
The kid jumped a little, then turned and looked up at the much taller man. When he noticed the way Payton was glaring down at him, he put his hand on his hips, and mockingly glared back, as if Payton were nothing. "Oh yea? Well then, prove it!" He jeered. With a muffled groan, Payton pulled out his Pokedex from his coat pocket and booted it up. Once he navigated his way onto the screen showing that he did, in fact, own a Mudkip, he held it to the kid's face as proof. At the same time, Skipper managed to roll the Zigzagoon off of him and dash back behind Payton leg. He didn't seem all too frightened, but at the same time he didn't look very comfortable. Looking for adventure was supposed to be Skipper's thing anyway, right? He'd be fine. It was pretty obvious that Skipper belonged to Payton by now, so the youngster simply nodded his head to show that he understood. "That Mudkip was gonna get whooped, anyway," the kid boasted. "I just caught this Zigzagoon over on route 203, and he's the toughest one in the whole entire town!" A likely story. "Well, I guess I'm going to have to fight you then, mister!"
"No." Payton simply turned around and began walking away.
"H-hey! You can't just leave, I'm challenging you to a battle!" The youngster tried to protest.
"Too bad, I just did."
The young trainer was a bit flustered now. Nobody had ever turned down a battle he had issued before, and they weren't about to now! So, of course, there was only one way to solve this." If you don't battle me, then I'll tell everyone about how a mean man in a coat came and beat me up and took all my money!" He cried.
"Yeah" the youngster continued, "And about how he told me that he'd steal my Zigzagoon if I told on him!" Payton couldn't tell if the kid was serious or not, but it was enough to persuade him into stopping. He turned completely, looking his blackmailer dead in the eye. "And it's only a battle you would do that over? You're making stuff up." The kid grinned wide like an idiot.
"Do you think people will believe a grumpy old man in a coat, or a poor, hurt child?"
What the hell was this kid's problem? As Payton realised that he was essentially getting told what to do by a 12 year old boy, he gritted his teeth. And he wasn't grumpy, he just had better things to do right now. And he certainly wasn't old. "You little sh-"
"Come on, just one battle, your Mudkip against my Zigzagoon. It'll be over before you know it."
That was true, it would only be a 1v1, and this youngster probably had very little experience with Pokemon battling. Plus, his Mudkip was bred for this, unlike some wild, untrained Zigzagoon some child found while playing around in the dirt. Just this once, and just because he didn't want to take any chances with this kid, he might as well. He had nothing to loose, right?
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