Arctic Master
The Ice trainer
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- Right out of your arm's length. Don't bother tryin
- Seen Feb 4, 2009
The following fic is solely game-based; but true to an extent. It pulls up an interesting detail, for those who migrate their Pokémon from R/S/E and FR/LG to D/P or even Diamond (if avaiable). It's truly a straight forward adventure but can really be a challenge in a sense. Usually (Or at least for me), people would reset their games, after migrating EVERYTHING on it. But what if someone didn't and just kept going?
Truth be told, all I did was just start up my Emerald, again, and decide to try to earn the last berry Scott gives you, after beating the Frontier brains for the gold symbol. Though, I suppose that's where the idea came from. ^^; If I had Wi-fi, I wouldn't be bothering with Emerald at all. I'm bored.
Well, enough stalling. Here's "Rising from the ashes."
Chapter 1: Robbed
I... I was robbed... I had almost every Pokémon known in the game... And yet the all just disappeared from my box... I don't know what happened to them... the whole part of them disappearing is a blank... What... What happened...?
Many questions blazed within the white-haired ten-year-old's mind. He stood there, in front of the Pokémon center, almost mindless, so it seemed, as the questions fiddled around in his head almost to the point of taunting him.
He remembered looking through every single box in the center and the only thing in any of them was an egg he stored away. He checked his Hall of fame record which had all kinds of beastly Pokémon and yet his box didn't compare to that of his records. He began to even wonder if the Pokémon he used was even his own.
He looked at his current team. He remembered all kinds of Pokémon. Absol, Shiftry, Gardevoir; two of them; Even most of Pokémon of Kanto, like Charizard and Venusaur; All gone. Spirited away. Now all he had on his team was a level five Psyduck and Taillow and a level thirteen Minun. He felt like he hit rock bottom all over again.
He couldn't believe it. Apart from some Legendaries that weren't regularly obtainable by the game he almost had caught them all. He had high hopes of getting all of his symbols to gold. He had high hopes of actually pulling off what seemed to be a life-long dream of catching them all. All of his hopes smashed whole as the Pokémon that once were boxed were now gone. Even the Pokémon that were worthless in his book that was being holed up in his box were gone as well.
He stood at the front of the Center for quite a long time. No one did anything to snap him out of it; no one dared to talk to him if they weren't talked to. No one dared to lend out a helping hand. Instead, they seldom looked at him and then turned away, just as they were programmed to do.
The boy checked whatever left he had. His items bag was also almost emptied out. The one thing he did remember; making all of his Pokémon holds those items. How he couldn't believe why he did that; to what possessed his mind to do that. It was then that he recalled that he was under "his" control. "He" made him do it as well as gotten him this far.
All he had in his bag, however, was eighty Max repellents in his items compartment. He still had all of his key items, which weren't a worry, as well as a whole monstrosity of berries; but his Technical Machines(TMs) and Hidden Machines(HMs) compartment was all the way down to the HMs. He gave them away too, to hold for his Pokémon. He wondered why any Pokémon would need to hold a TM anyway, being that it was only useful if it was need in a trade.
The only compartment that also seemed untouched with hold items was the Poké Balls compartment, which had a nifty rack of an assortment of Pokéballs inside. Net balls, Nest balls, Ultra balls, Premier balls and even an alarming number of Luxury balls, which weren't exactly common in that game. He remembered some generous friends traded them all to him, for some reason, even though he traded them crappy Pokémon, but, of course, the reason being that was probably due to "Him" again.
"Him." The player. The guy in control of the boy's whole journey. Probably not the reason to why he existed but close enough the boy could figure. He wondered why he didn't just end his miserable life; though he wondered if the player was just as shocked as he was to see his box disappear. But then, what would be the reason to why he made all of the Pokémon hold his items before they disappeared was what he wanted to know. However, he had a feeling he'd never get that answer.
He checked his trainer card. More good news. He had quite the sum of yen. It was more than half a million, almost to seven hundred thousand dollars. Though from his record, he had beaten the league quite a number of times. He flipped over his card. He had only one link battle and won it. He traded more than four hundred times. And he won two hundred thirty-nine battle points, from the Battle frontier.
The Battle Frontier; The trainer really wanted to go there again. There was no end to the glory in the Battle frontier. The madness never ended. By the nose hair of an exciting battle, he had won his final silver symbol and had some faith in himself. However, it was after he had gotten that berry that Scott gave him, when his whole world fell to the ground floor.
That was when the unthinkable happened. That was the day that he never knew the next day he'd be screaming at the top of his lungs "this couldn't happen to me," over and over again. The day before he got that Lansat berry from Scott and then, suddenly, moving his items to his Pokémon.
Something is very wrong here, the boy thought, as he looked up from where he was standing.
The boy checked his bag for the Lansat berry and even that was gone. He then remembered having something hold that as well also that same day before it all happened. If a berry had that much power, as outrageous as that seemed, he wondered if another berry like that could bring back his team.
That was it. He realized something, there and then. Scott gave a berry to the boy as a reward for beating the Frontier brains. Though, he only had gotten them for getting all of his frontier symbols in silver. He imagined what would happen if he had gotten them in gold. Scott would probably give him another berry. And if that berry was as powerful as the Lansat he could possibly find out what had happened to his team and, if possible, get them back.
Though, the boy checked his team. He only had three Pokémon on it. He remembered correctly that the Frontier brains had Pokémon to level fifty and over. His team's strongest barely got out of the tens range. He wasn't in any shape to even talk that big of a turkey. His team sucked; he was back at ground zero as he already knew.
The boy wanted answers, and he knew he now had a possible solution to how he was going to get to the bottom of this. He had a will to pick up his feet and keep moving even though things seemed grim. He pulled out his Mach bike and started blazing past the standstill Non-player characters.
I don't know what the heck's going on... the boy thought as he rode his way through down the bicycle path, But, as long as I'm still living, I'll have to try to find out. For now, I'm just going to have start again... All over again...
Truth be told, all I did was just start up my Emerald, again, and decide to try to earn the last berry Scott gives you, after beating the Frontier brains for the gold symbol. Though, I suppose that's where the idea came from. ^^; If I had Wi-fi, I wouldn't be bothering with Emerald at all. I'm bored.
Well, enough stalling. Here's "Rising from the ashes."
Chapter 1: Robbed
I... I was robbed... I had almost every Pokémon known in the game... And yet the all just disappeared from my box... I don't know what happened to them... the whole part of them disappearing is a blank... What... What happened...?
Many questions blazed within the white-haired ten-year-old's mind. He stood there, in front of the Pokémon center, almost mindless, so it seemed, as the questions fiddled around in his head almost to the point of taunting him.
He remembered looking through every single box in the center and the only thing in any of them was an egg he stored away. He checked his Hall of fame record which had all kinds of beastly Pokémon and yet his box didn't compare to that of his records. He began to even wonder if the Pokémon he used was even his own.
He looked at his current team. He remembered all kinds of Pokémon. Absol, Shiftry, Gardevoir; two of them; Even most of Pokémon of Kanto, like Charizard and Venusaur; All gone. Spirited away. Now all he had on his team was a level five Psyduck and Taillow and a level thirteen Minun. He felt like he hit rock bottom all over again.
He couldn't believe it. Apart from some Legendaries that weren't regularly obtainable by the game he almost had caught them all. He had high hopes of getting all of his symbols to gold. He had high hopes of actually pulling off what seemed to be a life-long dream of catching them all. All of his hopes smashed whole as the Pokémon that once were boxed were now gone. Even the Pokémon that were worthless in his book that was being holed up in his box were gone as well.
He stood at the front of the Center for quite a long time. No one did anything to snap him out of it; no one dared to talk to him if they weren't talked to. No one dared to lend out a helping hand. Instead, they seldom looked at him and then turned away, just as they were programmed to do.
The boy checked whatever left he had. His items bag was also almost emptied out. The one thing he did remember; making all of his Pokémon holds those items. How he couldn't believe why he did that; to what possessed his mind to do that. It was then that he recalled that he was under "his" control. "He" made him do it as well as gotten him this far.
All he had in his bag, however, was eighty Max repellents in his items compartment. He still had all of his key items, which weren't a worry, as well as a whole monstrosity of berries; but his Technical Machines(TMs) and Hidden Machines(HMs) compartment was all the way down to the HMs. He gave them away too, to hold for his Pokémon. He wondered why any Pokémon would need to hold a TM anyway, being that it was only useful if it was need in a trade.
The only compartment that also seemed untouched with hold items was the Poké Balls compartment, which had a nifty rack of an assortment of Pokéballs inside. Net balls, Nest balls, Ultra balls, Premier balls and even an alarming number of Luxury balls, which weren't exactly common in that game. He remembered some generous friends traded them all to him, for some reason, even though he traded them crappy Pokémon, but, of course, the reason being that was probably due to "Him" again.
"Him." The player. The guy in control of the boy's whole journey. Probably not the reason to why he existed but close enough the boy could figure. He wondered why he didn't just end his miserable life; though he wondered if the player was just as shocked as he was to see his box disappear. But then, what would be the reason to why he made all of the Pokémon hold his items before they disappeared was what he wanted to know. However, he had a feeling he'd never get that answer.
He checked his trainer card. More good news. He had quite the sum of yen. It was more than half a million, almost to seven hundred thousand dollars. Though from his record, he had beaten the league quite a number of times. He flipped over his card. He had only one link battle and won it. He traded more than four hundred times. And he won two hundred thirty-nine battle points, from the Battle frontier.
The Battle Frontier; The trainer really wanted to go there again. There was no end to the glory in the Battle frontier. The madness never ended. By the nose hair of an exciting battle, he had won his final silver symbol and had some faith in himself. However, it was after he had gotten that berry that Scott gave him, when his whole world fell to the ground floor.
That was when the unthinkable happened. That was the day that he never knew the next day he'd be screaming at the top of his lungs "this couldn't happen to me," over and over again. The day before he got that Lansat berry from Scott and then, suddenly, moving his items to his Pokémon.
Something is very wrong here, the boy thought, as he looked up from where he was standing.
The boy checked his bag for the Lansat berry and even that was gone. He then remembered having something hold that as well also that same day before it all happened. If a berry had that much power, as outrageous as that seemed, he wondered if another berry like that could bring back his team.
That was it. He realized something, there and then. Scott gave a berry to the boy as a reward for beating the Frontier brains. Though, he only had gotten them for getting all of his frontier symbols in silver. He imagined what would happen if he had gotten them in gold. Scott would probably give him another berry. And if that berry was as powerful as the Lansat he could possibly find out what had happened to his team and, if possible, get them back.
Though, the boy checked his team. He only had three Pokémon on it. He remembered correctly that the Frontier brains had Pokémon to level fifty and over. His team's strongest barely got out of the tens range. He wasn't in any shape to even talk that big of a turkey. His team sucked; he was back at ground zero as he already knew.
The boy wanted answers, and he knew he now had a possible solution to how he was going to get to the bottom of this. He had a will to pick up his feet and keep moving even though things seemed grim. He pulled out his Mach bike and started blazing past the standstill Non-player characters.
I don't know what the heck's going on... the boy thought as he rode his way through down the bicycle path, But, as long as I'm still living, I'll have to try to find out. For now, I'm just going to have start again... All over again...
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