Pokémon VR: Game of Chance (IC)

moon · Apr 14, 2012

rating: T
region: Kanto
style: Journey
theme: Song

This is the IC thread.
HERE is the OOC thread.

_ in the REAL WORLD

You love pokémon, like many others. You have played the games and are quite knowledgeable about pokémon species, moves and types. Maybe you're not a competitive expert, but at least you know enough to call yourself a pokémon fan... whether or not you admit it openly. A new pokémon game has been released, and it's a virtual reality game where you put on a helmet and it will seem as if you are inside the pokémon world. It's called Pokémon VR: Game of Chance.

One day, you get an email from the address "[email protected]", which tells you that you have been chosen to test out a new feature for Game of Chance. Suspicious or not, you are happy since you haven't gotten the chance to play this game yet. Maybe against your better reasoning, you download the game from the link along with new feature. The game says that you don't even need a helmet for this version, so you simply start the game.

It is as you have seen in trailers. First a movie and then a welcome screen. You choose to start a new game and realize that on top of name and gender, you can now wildly customize your 13 year old avatar's appearance. After that, you press START... and that is when you feel the very essence of your life being sucked out through your skin.

_ in the POKÉMON WORLD

After being struck by that horrible feeling, as if all of the bones in your body suddenly cracked but were then hastily put back together, you open your eyes and find that you are standing outdoors with a route lined with tall grass and trees in front of you and a small town behind you. You begin to remember that you probably have stepped into the game and taken on the shape of your avatar. Why was it that painful, though? And how is it possible when you don't even have a VR helmet on you? But in your hand lies a pokéball... and an envelope.

The letter in the envelope is from professor Oak. He tells you that you have your starter pokémon in your hand and that the pokédex, some more pokéballs and some other useful things should lie in the bag or backpack that you are also holding. Now it's time to get going on your journey to battle all the gyms, collect all the badges and become a pokémon master! It all seems amazing, just what the trailers promised. But what was this new feature? Well, it shouldn't take long before you realize that you can't seem to exit the game. You are stuck inside the Game of Chance, and the last line in the letter from professor Oak says:

"The only way to finish the game is to keep playing."

Will you keep playing and struggle to become a pokémon master in the game?
Will you try to find another way out from the game world?
Is all this as real as it seems?

Now and then, you feel that someone is watching you...
How long will it take you to figure out that there are more human players like yourself here?

_ accepted PLAYERS

Red's Hawt Chibi Pelippers ( Viking )

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Skymin ( Azure )

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King! ( Violet )

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Miss Doronjo ( Nabooru )

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Rokusasu ( Prince )

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romdinner ( Chloe )

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Raikiri ( Dash )

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_ reached AREAS

→ Route 1 /Pallet Town
→ Viridian City / Route 22
→ Viridian Forest

moon · Apr 22, 2012

_ route 1

setting| Bright, not so dense forest and small grass fields line the short road between Pallet Town and Viridian City, which isn't even asphalted. To traverse it by foot takes only a matter of hours and with the help of a bike or pokémon even shorter. In the light forest and grass, some pokémon live.

common wild pokémon

Pidgey | Tackle, Sand Attack

Rattata | Tackle, Tail Whip, Quick Attack

uncommon wild pokémon

Purrloin | Scratch, Growl

Lillipup | Leer, Tackle, Odor Sleuth

rare wild pokémon

Bulbasaur | Tackle, Growl

Charmander | Scratch, Growl

Squirtle | Tackle, Tail Whip

End your post before the pokéball touches the pokémon!
Common - short battling or events are needed.
Uncommon - good battling or longer events are needed.
Rare - long and exciting battling or events where effort has been put in are needed.

story| You open your eyes and find that you are standing in a bright forest. You also aren't yourself anymore; you look exactly like the avatar you designed. For some reason it even feels unnatural to think of yourself as having your real name, while thinking about your avatar's name feels much more pleasant and natural. The meny system, which would be opened on voice command according to the trailers you have seen, doesn't seem to be working. As soon as you take a step forward though, a small screen comes up in front of you in the air, just out of reach (and it moves along with you if you try to get closer). It says "Route 1". As that text fades away after a few seconds, another text comes up, saying "Read your letter." The letter is in your hand and says:

"Welcome to the pokémon world, ((OOC: the name of your avatar here )) ! My name is professor Oak and I live in Pallet Town, which should be just a few minutes walk to the south of where you are now. There is a compass in your pokédex. Oh, right, your pokédex lies in your bag along with some empty pokéballs and potions for you to start your journey with. The most important thing, however, lies in your hand. It is the pokéball containing your very first pokémon!

You should open it up by pressing the button and say hello to your new partner! It has been carefully selected to match you. After that, the world is yours. Visit me in my lab in Pallet Town now and then if you want, but I guess you are more eager to start your adventure right now! Viridian City lies just a few hours to the north, as the first stop on every trainer's journey. Remember to capture new pokémon and train your team so that your pokémon will learn new stronger attacks! Battle other trainers whenever you can - it's only when you win that you will get more money to buy items for. Of course, if you lose, you have to pay up!

For any further queries, just follow the tutorial that will start right when you have finished reading this letter. I believe you will do fine if you only dare to take the first step. After all, the only way to finish the game is to keep playing.

Yours sincerely,
Professor Samuel Oak"

However, no tutorial starts. Here, you may or may not realize that something is slightly wrong. What will you do? Try to find professor Oak in Pallet Town to get some answers or set off north immediately to battle trainers and pokémon?

_ pallet TOWN

setting| Pallet is very similar to the town you might have seen in the pokémon anime. It consists of many spread out houses and gardens, with only a small town center with a few shops and a school but nothing pokémon related. Except for the Oak Lab, of course, which lies on a hill at the southern edge of town, close to the rocky beach.

story| Once again, when you step into the new area, a floating screen comes up. Now it says "Pallet Town". If you enter the lab, you will find endless corridors and rooms where pokémon are being experimented upon - totally safe and kindly though. There are also a lot of gardens outside where pokémon are held. But his assistants will tell you that professor Oak is gone on a secret journey and won't be back for some time!

((OOC: Time to start playing! You can do pretty much anything you want, except venturing into other areas than the ones specified above and ruining the RP for other players. Think about how your character would react. Would they realize that something is wrong or would they just try to play the game as they usually would? Also, the natures of your pokémon don't mean anything stat-wise; they only affect the personality of your pokémon.

You can invent NPCs, but it must be clear that your main character is really your main character. When someone feels like entering Viridian City, I will post info on it. If you want to find other players and interact, please do so! The OOC thread is a great place to coordinate interaction in. Have fun!))

VIKING - Route 1

The sound of wind blowing through trees reached his ears. The quiet buzzing of insects in a summer setting as well. Did regular bugs even exist in the pokémon world? Perhaps they wanted it to feel more authentic than in the Gameboy games. A feeling of sunlight hit his cheeks and his feet definitely stood firmly on the ground. Not sitting on a chair in front of a computer. No, he was absolutely somewhere else than where he was just some second ago. So sudden, but so real. He opened his eyes.

Yeah, it felt real alright. As he turned his head around, it was like actually turning your head around in real life. He bent down and touched the grass. It felt like... grass. How was that possible really? Rosa had never been great at technical stuff but she-

Wait. That felt so wrong to think. To think about school and about herself. Or himself. What was going on? He looked down onto his body and recognized every part of it. Slowly it became clear to him and he smiled. He was his avatar, of course. Or her avatar. Rosa's. His memories were Rosa's, but it felt strange to think about himself as a girl. He could clearly see and feel that he was a boy now. Or was he? A quick glance down into his pants told him the definite yes for an answer. He couldn't help giggling a little, thinking of how interesting it would be to go to the toilet with that thing instead of how Rosa had done it all her life.

Then he took a step forward and something appeared in the air in front of him. The screen startled him a little but didn't really scare him as he soon remembered that he was inside a game and that these things probably were quite possible. The screen was just a plain blue slice of the air with white text on it, looking much like something from a meny in the older pokémon games. It told him that he was on Route 1, he assumed it meant, and it also told him to read his letter.

How strange; he hadn't noticed before that he was holding stuff in his hands. Maybe they had just appeared right now? It was a game, after all. In his right hand was a pokéball. The metal of it felt nice in his hand. In his left hand was that letter, so putting the pokéball into one of his big pockets for the time being, he unfolded it and read it.

"Welcome to the pokémon world, Viking!" he read out loud. It felt a bit strange to hear a male voice come out from his mouth, but for some reason he would probably have been more freaked out if a female voice had come out instead. Because he had a you-know-what, after all. He kept reading and when he was finished, he smiled. "Nice. Viking." That was his name; it felt really good to say it.

Putting down the backpack onto the ground, he appreciated the nice looks of it with the feathers and all that matched his vest, before putting down the envelope into the bag and rummaging through it to see what he had actually been served. Five additional pokéballs and some potions, it seemed. But no food or sleeping bag or anything like that. Not that he was hungry or sleepy right now so it didn't matter much. There was a rope, a rain coat and a flashlight though, and of course the obligatory pokédex. His was white. "Generous," he muttered while fastening the empty pokéballs at his belt and putting the pokédex down into his left trouser pocket.

Then he stood up, putting on the backpack and picking up the first pokéball from the right pocket. It wasn't heavy but it was noticeably heavier than the other ones. Without pondering stuff anymore, he pressed the only button on it and watched the bright white light sprout out from it. It materialized in the grass in front of him and took the shape of a...

"Staryu?" Viking said and lowered his eyebrows. Not what he had expected. It didn't really suit him. It didn't even have a face!

The star pokémon just stood there on the ground in front of him, almost motionless. Something looked a bit odd about it, Viking now noticed. He pulled up the pokédex and directed it towards the water pokémon. It showed him some data on the estimated strength and fatigue level of the pokémon as well as what attacks it currently knew. And there was a little symbol in the corner that Viking recognized from a faint memory of Rosa's.

"You are a shiny pokémon!" he said and suddenly felt a bit happier, even smiling a little. The Staryu waved its... arms? "But you're still not really a funny character. Hm. Can you fight, then?"

The Staryu nodded... at least Viking thought it did when it bowed its upper arm downwards a few times in rapid succession. It then proceeded to show its trainer a beam of water that was sprayed from its upper arm onto a rock some meters away. A Water Gun, probably.

Viking nodded. "At least you have good aim. Now... where should we go and what can we do here?"

Legend · Apr 22, 2012

Dash- Chapter 1

"This place is so AWESOME," an energetic, cracking voice exclaimed with such a roar that it almost deafened the speaker himself. The grass, the trees, the sky, the clouds…no everything was breathtaking. Even if in the back of Isaac's mind knew that everything was more or less an elaborate world engineered by computer graphics, it did not make any less impressive. It brought a whole new standard to virtual reality to say the least and that fact just increased the level of excitement in Isaac's head.

But was it really Isaac's mind that created that tinge of disbelief? Or was it his avatar? Isaac did pour his heart and soul into creating a perfect avatar to the point that Isaac would treasure it like a child. There was profound connection between him and his creation. They are always was. But this one felt deeper. It is as if Isaac became the avatar he affectionally named Dash, and that Isaac for lack of a better word didn't "exist" anymore. Well, at least not in this world.

"No. I really mean this is totally awesome! I never expected everything to be so…real," Dash said admiring his hands pushing any sort of angst out of his head. Dash appeared exactly as Isaac had designed with the clothing looking better than he had imagined, with each detail that he had put into the avatar paying off. The blues, blacks, rainbows and cutie marks translated perfectly, cementing the fact that he was talented in creating avatars. Best of all, the clothing was surprisingly comfortable, which was a great bonus just case in this world required physical intensity on his part.

Dash felt around in his rainbow locks for the sunglasses, which be heartbreaking if the last minute addition was not present. "Sweet, there they are," Dash said aloud as he removed the glasses from his head and attempted to angle them the right away to act as an improvised mirror. Shifting from awkward angle to awkward angle, Dash checked out his youthful face and hair and much to his satisfaction, the rainbow colors in his hair were bold, almost glistening in the sun. "Totally awesome. And now I can be 'rainbow glasses' without a problem," Dash said to himself proudly putting on his sunglasses over his eyes with a bright smile and an evil chuckle.

Calming himself down, Dash looked around and saw no notable landmarks or real hints on what to do. Open ended beginnings to video games almost always confused him, which usually explains why Dash drops games without at least a tutorial (unless they were linear to begin with which makes everything easier to figure out). "So now what do I do? I guess I will check out the pause menu or something. So..um…start!"

Nothing happened.

"Pause?"

Nope. Nothing.

"Select. Menu. Escape?"

Again. Nothing.

"Well, that's a load of…oh never mind. Nobody reads the instructions anyway," Dash laughed to himself. "Reading is just a waste of time." As Dash shrugged the menu mishap and took a step forward a small screen came up before him. Dash half expected a wall of text as some point, but did believe it would be in the form of obstructive sign in the middle of the road. This holographic text book did ruin the immersive experience that he was treated to and Dash was somewhat disappointed. The sign would of been a much better choice, at least then the illusion of a realistic world would of been sustained. The wall of text read "Route 1" which immediately flooded Dash with memories of his experience of the old school games. Personally he was not too fond of some the newer ones, proudly boasting that he loved the Yellow version the most. The text slowly faded away, with the words "Read your letter" replacing it.

"Letter?" Dash said with a tilt of his head, slightly confused. Dash scanned the ground briefly and saw that he innocently dropped it when messing around with his sunglass. Crouching down, Dash picked up the letter and read it quickly, ignoring anything resembling nonetheless filler. It was pretty to the point, much to the pleasure of the reader. A mental checklist was created in Dash's head of things to check out as he read it: the bag to his side, his Pokedex and pokeball. The rest was given. Catch Pokemon, visit me (yeah like that is going to happen) and other basics that any casual Pokemon fan would know. But the last lines lurked in Dash's head, ringing a few times like a church bell on a sunday morning.

"For any further queries, just follow the tutorial that will start right when you have finished reading this letter. I believe you will do fine if you only dare to take the first step. After all, the only way to finish the game is to keep playing," he read aloud a few times. First off, the tutorial never started even after it was readily apparent than he finished the letter. In fact, he hoped reading aloud several times would be the game's cue. Clearly whoever was scripting the game was a complete noob. On top of that, the last line was ominous in its own way. There was no option to save and quit? What if Dash had real life…problems…attend to? A small shiver ran down his spine.

He shook his head and moved from that uncomfortable fact. Clearly there was nothing he could do about anything like that. It was out of his control. Dash turned to his side and found his backpack lying on the soft grass. It's design resembled Pink Floyd's "Dark Side of the Moon" album cover with its black base and rainbow accents, adding color and character to an otherwise plain backpack. Key survival supplies was packed inside, though Dash did not see a practical use for most of it. Okay, so a flashlight would be nice every once in a while, and a box of matches would be nice if he ever needed a fire but speaking in terms of the game, acquiring a few Pokemon would neutralize any need for these tools. Strange that there was no tent or sleeping bag for helping get some rest. A lack of food was almost reasonable. There was a city nearby after all. What caught his eye (and of course was stuffed at the bottom), was his rainbow colored Pokedex, matching his hair and everything else and the generous inventory of empty Pokeballs and potions. "That was nice of the game programmers."

Out of the corner of his eye, Dash glanced at and quickly grabbed the Pokeball on the ground. It felt different in his hands. "Is this the one with the starter?" Dash asked himself. Without another thought, Dash pressed the button. A blinding white light flashed before him, before assuming a small shape before him.

"Mudkip," the shape said without much energy.

"No way."

"Kip?"

"Awesome! The game…people…must of heard that I like Mudkips!" Dash yelled with another voice crack. Being thirteen again was a pain in the throat. Dash picked up and hugged the Mudkip, trying to show some affection to his new friend. When Dash looked back at him, the Mudkip was not pleased, at least the piercing eyes revealed as much and only a blind idiot could be oblivious to such a fact.

"I guess you aren't too fond of hugs are you, Kipz?" Dash said with smile in which 'Kipz' was not responsive to. "Okay then…let's head out and see what we can find? Yeah, let's do that," Dash finished, putting Kipz back on the ground and leading the way down the road.

The game has just begun.

moon · Apr 22, 2012

VIKING - Route 1

The road wasn't easy to find, at least not for Viking. He walked through the forest instead, heading north according to the compass in the white pokédex. Staryu trotted along after him, doing some weird mix of walking and rolling that could probably only be possible inside a game. Viking was thinking about the game and the surroundings. They seemed so real. Again, he wasn't the technical nerd kind and just assumed that it was made from some kind of photograph technology. But he could really feel whatever his hands touched. And not just his hands. He really felt the clothes he was wearing and when he touched the pokémon behind him - he glanced back at it now - it felt real. A kind of rubbery but solid skin, it had. Except for the yellow thing that was made of some kind of metal, and the blue gem which was obviously a gemstone. Not Rosa's kind of style, and thus not really Viking's either. Even though the two entities weren't really dressed in the same way, at all.

A sudden uncomfortable feeling struck the white haired boy and he stopped in his tracks. Staryu stopped as well and expectantly looked up at the trainer... or at least it would have if it had had eyes and face. Maybe it could see with its gem? Viking tried to bring up the game menu. It should be done with a proper voice command, but it didn't seem to work. The uncomfortable feeling grew but he assumed that Rosa's English skills just weren't good enough for the game to recognize the words that Viking spoke. But he knew that wasn't really true; Rosa's English was great.

He looked around himself. Trees... grass... he thought he could spot some mountains far away to the west above the trees. Maybe those were the mountains between Kanto and Johto. It was all so real. Too real. Viking didn't freak out though, even if he was feeling more and more stressed about this. He just got angry.

"Stupid game makers!" he shouted and kicked a rock into some bushes. A squeaking noise was heard and two purple creatures ran out from the bushes, away from Viking and Staryu. The boy blinked curiously. "Rattata..." he said to himself. "Of course. Wild pokémon live here. And I can catch them!"

His worries went away, or at least he buried them for the time being. "Staryu," he said, expecting the pokémon to obey him if he tried to order it around in a battle. Staryu immediately jumped forward, feeling a bit anxious about the risk that it couldn't live up to its trainer's expectations.

romdinner · Apr 22, 2012

Chloe Evergreen
Chapter 1 - Part I
- Route 1 -

" Into the unexpected! "

People have always wished for a perfect world and a perfect appearance, in one word a perfect anything. They wish for many things and don't think of the consequences, as most of their wishes remain a fragment of their mind. However what happens if someday we wake up with those wishes turned into reality? Are we really satisfied with what we have or start wishing for more? Are we capable of handling and facing our new self, our new world or do we regret our decision and finally value our former self?

" Where am I?" the girl said putting a hand before her eyes as the strong rays of light were to bright for her eyes, that just opened. She lifted herself up from what felt like grass. After her eyes adjusted to the light she was stunned to see that she was sitting down in what looked like a small forest filled, here and there, with lush fields of grass. She could hear birds chirping and bugs screeching into the distance. " How did I end here?! " she asked herself putting a hand in her hair. Suddenly, the girl went numb…the hair that she was touching, despite being attached to her head, didn't feel any bit like the one she had just washed an hour ago. She put both hands in her hair and dragged it down to her shoulders. It was emerald green instead of scarlet red…..the girl got up on her feet and started to panic as she saw a bunch of clothes on her that weren't from her usual wardrobe. " Wait a minute! I remember now… I was in my room. I just took a shower and changed into a t-shirt and a pair of jeans. " She started saying, trying to retrace her former steps. " Then mom came with some tea……then I turned on my Pc and….and…..what did I do?!? " she stopped as her memory was still all fuzzy. She sat down on the same place she had lifted from before, she didn't even make a step since she got up. " This makes my head hurt! ……. I turned on my Pc aaaaand checked my email. That's it! I received and email with the latest pokemon game. I was selected to test it….I downloaded, installed it. Then why is the last thing I remember pressing start?!?" she said getting up again and starting to walk slowly.

As soon as she took a few steps, a little screen popped out in front of her, just out of her hand's reach. " Route 1. " the girl read. The screen was in mid air. She approached it carefully, but the screen was moving along with her steps. After a few second the screen faded away leaving the girl in a state of total confusion. However it didn't take long for another screen to come up in front of the girl. She jumped back….obviously getting scared, strange how the first time the effect wasn't the same. The screen followed her at a safe distance. This time the screen had written on it: " Read your letter."

" Letter?!? What letter?!? " the girl said surprised. But as soon as the screen disappeared she starts to feel something strange in her hand. A soft like material. Looking in her right hand, she sees that she now has a letter. The girl stares at it for a minute or two until finally deciding to see what its content was. She opens it gently and starts reading the letter which was addressed to "….Chloe? It sounds very familiar. " the girl said out loud as she read the first line. After reading the whole letter, she dropped the letter, and the ball that she now held in her other hand, as she was to shocked too even stand on her legs. " It's so strange. I know my real name is ………Aaaaamber! " she said blurting out her real name so hard. " But Chloe seems so much better to say. I've turned into the avatar I created and…..No I didn't turn into her……I am her… I mean me." the girl said in a state of confusion that was on a whole other level that any other she had experienced. She stood there motionless for a couple of minutes, she was trying to process all the new information she had received.

" Guess I'm stuck here…..until I beat the game." She said taking a step. A wrong step, as she tripped on her pokeball and fell down. " Ouch!!!" she said and finally noticed the pokeball in front of her. She moved closely towards it, but didn't dare to touch it. She picked a nearby twig and poked the pokeball a few times, closing her eyes every time the pokeball rolled a bit. " Come on. You always wanted a real pokemon….now it's there before you and your acting like a scared little cat. " her conscious took over. She finally built up some courage and pushed the button on the pokeball. However, as soon as she made her action she ran as fast as she could behind the tree that was a few feet away from her. She hid there, breathing hard. Chloe heard a pop and something materializing on the ground. " Chin… Chinchou!!!" she heard coming from the pokeball. She turned slowly and tried to sneak a peek from behind the tree. She could see the back of a blue creature with some yellow anglers. " I think it's a Chinchou!" she said quietly. However, the confused pokemon that was looking around with a baffled look heard her. It quickly turned around and made eye contacted with Chloe that was behind the tree. The grill quickly hid back behind the tree and closed her eyes. A few seconds passed and nothing happened. She sneaked a peek again, moving her head slowly. To her surprise the only thing she saw was the opened pokeball. " Phew….it's gone." The girl said relieved, turning back to her place behind the tree.

" Chinchou!!!! " the blue pokemon said cheerfully in front of her. Chloe jumped up, as she got scared by the pokemon cry. " Chinchou? " the pokemon said confused of Chloe's reaction. Then it decided to come closer to Chloe and started touching her with his anglers. " Hmm it's kind of cute." She said after realizing that she had been afraid of the thing she loved the most. She kneeled down to the pokemon's level and smiled cheerfully towards it.

" Hi. I'm Chloe! " she said towards Chinchou. The pokemon replied saying its name, greeting the girl back. " Guess we two are a team now? "

" Chin Chinchou!!! " the pokemon approved and lifted its tiny hand towards Chloe.

"Glad to see you like the idea. " the girl giggled and shacked hands with her now new pokemon.

The two got up from the tree and went back to retrieve Chinchou's pokeball. Afterwards, Chloe went through her bag and checked what things had been given to her. " Ok. Some pokeballs…" handing them to Chinchou who wanted to take a closer look. " Chin Chinchou!!! " the pokemon imitated the girl, then put the pokeballs back. " Some potions. " " Chin Chinchou! " And the last thing she found was her Pokedex. Both, trainer and pokemon stared at the device. It was mostly green, and the lines that went along the pokedex were black. Chloe opened it and pointed it towards Chinchou. She started to read the info that appeared on her pokemon. " Water/Electric type……Moves: Supersonic, Bubble and Thunder Wave……oh and your male. "

" Chinchou! " the pokemon replied joyfull, lighting up its anglers and releasing a bit of electric current.

" Chinchou do you mind if I give you a nickname? " Chloe suggested seeing the electricity in the pokemon anglers. The pokemon nodded happily. " What do you say about Sparky? " Chinchou frowned and crossed it's anglers in denial. " Hmm….your right it does sound a bit to childish……What do you say about Volt? "

" Chin Chinchou!!! " in said agreeing to the name. It liked it very much, or at least that was what Chloe taught as the pokemon started hopping around her.

"Glad you like it. " she smiled, but the smile soon faded away as she remembered that she was stuck in this pokemon world with nowhere to go. " What am I going to do? " she thought putting her hand under her chin……." The letter said that some tutorials would start…..but nothing." She continued with her thinking while Volt was now looking at Chloe's troubled face. " Wait a minute!" she then blurted out at the pokemon. " I'm on Route 1. That means Pallet Town, and more important professor Oak shouldn't be too far. Maybe he has some questions. " she said picking the pokemon up in her rush of excitement.

" Chinchou!!! " the pokemon said lifting one angler and one arm, supporting Chloe's idea. So with that settled, Chloe got up and checked the compass on her pokedex. Virdian City was north, so obviously Pallet Town would have to be south. She started walking with Volt in her arms along the grassy field. The place looked very similar to Route one from the pokemon game. But despite its resemblance it was on a whole other level. It was so real and so detailed. If the text hadn't appeared earlier, she would have really thought that this was the real thing. Nonetheless, the place was breathtaking and a joy to be in. As the two walked for about fifteen minutes Chloe heard somebody, or something coming from the direction they were going to. She stopped in her tracks and wanted to get out of the way, but was too late to react. As soon as she made a step a Rattata jumped from a nearby patch of grass, catching both Chloe and Volt off- guard, and knocking them down on the ground. The Rattata looked very distressed and scared. It was carrying and egg in its mouth. The rat pokemon got up and started running away from Chloe and Volt, however, because it was in such a hurry, it dropped the egg that it had carried onto the ground.

" Now that was uncalled for!!!! " Chloe got up as soon as Rattata fled. Volt rubbed off its confusion using its anglers, then stumbled with its hand upon the egg. The pokemon looked at it curiously then picked it up and showed it to Chloe.

" Chinchou!! " it said raising the egg for Chloe to see.

" Hey that's a Pokemon egg. " seeing the brown shaped egg. " That Rattata must have dropped it when it bumped into us. " she said picking the egg for a closer look. As Chloe was looking at the egg with amazement she was too distracted to see that a flock of Pidgeys started landing on the nearby trees that were surrounding them.

" Chin…Chinchou. " Volt said quietly pulling Chloe's shorts as it suddenly noticed how one Pidgey after another was landing on every empty branch around them.

" What is it…..can't you see…" then Chloe stopped when she raised her head and saw what her Pokemon tried to show her. " Gulp…….. Rattata eggs are purple right? "

"Chinchou! " the pokemon said again in a soft tone getting close to her trainer.

"Aaaand ours is broooown…like the Pidgeys." Chloe said. Every word being harder and harder to say.

" Chin! " agreeing again.

" Guess we now know why the Rattata was running so scared. " were Chloe's last words before one Pidgey who looked like the leader flew down up to Chloe and cried loud, obviously demanding the egg.

" H-h-h-here!" Chloe said handing the egg carefully. The Pidgey watched her every move until the girls hands were close. It let out a loud cry and bit Chloe's fingers, making the girl release the egg and catching it in its wings. " Oouch…ouch…ouch!!! " Chloe burst trying to restrain her tears. The bird looked satisfied with seeing Chloe's finger starting to bleed. However Volt wasn't on the same page.

" Chinchou!!! " the pokemon cried angrily, then released a charge of electricity which went through the Pidgey's body. The Pidgey fell down along with the egg, yet the egg was still ok. Waves of current could be seen every few seconds flowing through Pidgey. Volt had used Thunder Wave to paralyze the pokemon. Chloe was impressed by the pokemon reaction, but they were still in danger as the flock was getting ready to move.

" OK, on my mark I'll get you and we run. " she whispered to Volt. " 1…….2…...3…..Now!! " and as soon as she said the last word Chloe picked Volt up and started running as fast as she could. At the same time the Pidgey's dived down from the branches and started chasing after her. "Bad day! Bad day! Bad day! " the girl was screaming her lungs out as she saw the birds chasing her. She was dashing over the lush grass, knocking over any pebble that stood in her way. However, her running wasn't as fast as the Pidgeys and soon enough the birds were just a few feet from pecking the girl.

" Chin Chinchou! " Volt cried from Chloe's arms and struggled to get out. The pokemon jumped onto Chloe's head and was facing the approaching Pidgeys. " Chinchou! " it cried and released another current of electricity. The attack hit a big number of Pidgeys and made them fall down to the ground like apples from a tree. Despite Volt's smart move, there were still about ten or so Pidgeys that managed to evade the attack and were still chasing after the trainer and her pokemon. They kept running, Chloe trying to call upon every bit of strength that she had. She jumped over a bush but she managed to hit the tip of it and fall down, rolling into a tree. She quickly got up but it was too late, the Pidgeys caught up to her and were flying in front of them, ready to launch an attack.

" Volt if you have an idea. Now would be the perfect time to use it!!!! " Chloe said looking at the water pokemon. The bird pokemon flew towards Chloe and Volt with their claws, ready to attack.

Volt opened his mouth in the last second, and put his anglers into Chloe's ears. " Chinchou! " he cried and blasted out a strange sound wave which stopped the flying pokemon in their tracks. Volt had used Supersonic, which made all of the Pidgeys confused and fly around smashing into themselves or trees.

" Good job! But now we have to leave! " Chloe said and started running again towards Pallet Town. Volt couldn't agree more. As much as it enjoyed a good fight, this was too much for a single pokemon to handle. They ran and ran, as fast as Chloe's feat could carry them until finally, after six,seven minutes of running, they reached Pallet Town without being followed.

" Finally……..we…….made……it!" Chloe said gasping for breath with every word, Volt doing the same.

Miss Doronjo · Apr 22, 2012

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"...What in the name of cheese and crackers on a titanium silver plate coated with what the hell sauce -- " Was the first sentence said by Dahlia, upon waking up to find herself standing in the middle of a seemingly dense forest.

All she could remember before the blank out was that she was about to play a new pokemon game that she was selected to beta test - It's called Pokémon VR: Game of Chance. After she pressed the START button... well. Here she was now. At first, Dahlia thought she was going crazy, so she tried pinching her left arm with her right hand. That's when she realized, she was wearing a yellow glove. One for each hand, in fact. The next thing she noticed was her long hair; it was the color red, instead of green. Now she knew that she wasn't wearing her usual attire; in fact, she didn't feel like herself, but, she felt like someone very familiar. She then had a thought, but giggled since there was no way this can be true! That was when she saw a pond - she rushed right over to the surface, and keeled down to see her reflection. Dahlia now knew her crazy thought was the truth; she looked like the avatar she created for Pokémon VR: Game of Chance - a character she named Nabooru. In fact, she became Nabooru.

"Oh. My. Gastrointestinal. Tract." she cried, as she felt her face with her hands, to see that the avatar, Nabooru, who was reflected from the surface of the water was really her; it was. She stood up, still in shock, as she gazed around the forest. Where the halibut am I, anyway? she then thought. Again, she didn't remember much other than starting up the game. Hold on... is this the game?! "ESCAPE! MENU! CONTROL, ALT, DELETE! Uh... C DOS! C DOS RUN! RUN DOS RUN!" Dahlia shouted, but nothing happened.

However, she then thought that it was probably to far-fetched to assume this was a game; perhaps this was the meeting of an anime convention and she didn't remember that she wanted to be the first one there? She was, after, all dressed, so the thought was perfectly plausible. After few seconds of deep breathing, she then jumped as a text box came out of nowhere. At first, Dahlia thought it was a ghost, until she saw the text that popped up along with it: ROUTE ONE.

As Dahlia crept closer to try to touch it, the text box disappeared. ...Okay? Dahlia has officially lost it. But wait, Route One? That sounded like a very familiar route from pokémon. Out of the many anime conventions she went to... this one seemed very, very realistic for its own good. That was when, she jumped upon seeing another text box, that popped out of no where. This time, the text box said something else: Read your letter.

"Letter? What letter - Oh!" she then fazed, now realizing she was holding a letter in her right hand. It was pretty weird - she did not realize she was holding a letter...until now. She then noticed that in her left hand, she was holding a very familiar red and white mechanical sphere. There was no doubt in Dahlia's mind - it was a pokeball. Then Dahlia noticed something wrapped around her waist; it was a handbag, in which when she looked inside, she saw a red pokedex that had a compass. Dahlia blinked as the text box disappeared. She tucked the pokeball away between her lose, yet firm belt, put her pokedex back into the handbag and then opened her letter. It was pretty weird, having a pokeball and a pokedex, but, she digressed. She started to read the letter.

Welcome to the pokémon world, Nabooru! read the opening of the letter. Dahlia sighed. It was true; she was now in the pokemon world with no hints of escape. Also, the letter called Dahlia 'Nabooru'. Of course, Nabooru was the name of Dahlia's avatar, and not her actual name, but... it was weird - she didn't mind being called Nabooru. In fact, she now realized that 'Dahlia' seemed more of an awkward name to call her. So, therefore, she decided to take the name 'Nabooru' for the time being. Dahlia read more of the letter. My name is professor Oak and I live in Pallet Town, which should be just a few minutes walk to the south of where you are now. There is a compass in your pokédex. Oh, right, your pokédex lies in your bag along with some empty pokéballs and potions for you to start your journey with. The most important thing, however, lies in your hand. It is the pokéball containing your very first pokémon!

"I have a pokémon?" Dah - erm... Nabooru, asked, folding up the letter, tucking it in to a loose pocket. She then brought out the pokéball from her belt. She tapped it with her right knuckle, and then threw it up a couple of times. Nabooru was never good with machinery, even though she loved it. It was then that she accidentally pressed the button on the middle. This caused the pokeball to open up, releasing energy to the air. Then the released energy started to materialize, forming a four legged animal - it was a pokemon upon further inspection, and as the energy dissipated, making the pokemon more visible.

"Eevee~?" (Uguu~?) the pokemon cried, stretching her body into the open, de-stressing herself from being cramped inside that seemingly cramped pokeball. Nabooru stooped down to have a closer look at the Eevee.

I have an actual Eevee...? Nabooru thought, surprised. The Eevee stopped stretching as she soon became face to fact with her trainer Nabooru. However, with a careful smile and a joyous wagging tail, Eevee didn't mind. "Uh... hi," Nabooru introduced. "I'm Dahil... erm... I mean, I'm Nabooru."

"Eevee~! Vee~!" (Nabooru~! I want to be a Nabooru too~!) Eevee repeated, getting used to her trainer's name, failing about her vividness that she is an 'Eevee' and not a 'Nabooru'.

Nabooru giggled, getting a quick accustom to her new Eevee. She stood up, looking at her Eevee from above. "Well, I guess from now on, we're partners!" Nabooru smiled. "Right on!"

"Eevee!" (Left on!)

This was bound to be an interesting experience to say the least.

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King! · Apr 22, 2012

[violetroses]
chapter one - part one
//.this is not a pipe

The world was blue.

Violet opened her eyes, awakening from what seemed like the longest nap she'd ever taken. A vast field of blue stretched out in front of her, running infinitely in every direction. It startled her at first, and she blinked, wondering if there was something wrong with her eyes. The blue stayed. Closing her eyes again, she rolled over to get out of bed.

The world was sideways.

Almost hesitantly, she opened her eyes once more, and found the blue was gone, replaced by what seemed to be trees sticking out of a green wall. The trees were strange…they seemed strange yet utterly familiar at the same time. They didn't look…realistic, exactly, but they looked real. Real, like she had known trees like this her whole life, unrealistic like she'd never seen anything like it.

Violet rolled again onto her stomach, feeling the grass tickle at her face as she buried it into the ground. So she definitely wasn't in bed… Bracing her arms on either side of her, she
pushed up off the ground.

The world was…different.

She could see more clearly now. Glancing around, she noticed the real/unreal trees growing up from the ground, now, the endless blue of the sky, the green grass and bushes that shared the same strange quality as the trees. Shaking her head softly, Violet reached a hand up to brush through her hair, but instead of sliding easily through like normal she found that there was…a lot more to brush through. Her hand now twisted in long strands of vibrant purple that fell forward around her shoulders. Mystified, Vi slid her hand down her face and held it out in front of her, examining the smooth skin of her fingers, down her palm to her wrist – and the ragged purple bracelet on it.

Almost as if a switch had been flipped on, memories flooded into Violet's head, scenes playing out across her eyes. She wasn't a her, she was a him… Had been a him. And now, as if by some miracle, he was a she. He was her, Violet. This world seemed clearer through her now-green eyes, and she was suddenly aware of the fact that her hair brushed down over her chest, shining bright in the sun. Her front seemed unnatural, however, as if someone had placed a giant weight on her chest, causing her to hunch over a bit. That would take some getting used to. It was most certainly different from whom she'd been…

"Locke." The word sounded awkward as it left her mouth, like a scratching deep in her throat, a sharp, heavy sound. And then: "Violet." That sounded much, much better. As if that had always been her name.

Along with the realization of who she was, she also remembered WHERE she was. It was a game. A new Pokemon game she'd been selected to test out. It was a virtual reality game, and looking around, Violet could tell the emphasis was more on the reality part. It seemed so…real; like she'd been here her whole life.

There was more, she could tell. Some memories weren't coming back just yet…but they would. She felt certain that in time, she'd figure out just what she was missing. But until then…
Violet took a step forward, and out of nowhere a screen popped up in front of her.

Route 1.

She squinted, leaning forward. What…was this? Reaching out a hand, Violet went to snatch the sign and found it went right through her fingers, as if it were part of the air. Weird. Just as abruptly as it'd appeared, the sign disappeared, and another arose.

Read your letter.

Shocked, Violet looked down and noticed the things that had been in her hands the entire time, though somehow they'd gone unnoticed until now.

And that was how she found the letter.

((OOC: Sorry for the abrupt ending, I suddenly realized the time D: Time for bed, but I'll be finishing this portion up tomorrow, if possible~))

Skymin · Apr 23, 2012

AzureRockets
Pallet Town
Chapter I, Part I

She sat on the grass, looking distantly at the ground, trying to get a feel for what was aroud her. The folded grass under her shins was cold, slightly damp as morning grass should be. The air was crisp and cool and played through her long, blue hair, a little bit of a slap in the face but not too uncomfortable. She could smell the flora around her and smelt no different than a park at home, perhaps a little bit fresher. She heard the light chatter of something that lived in the greenery in front of her and the hum of a town behind her.

It all felt so real though Bronwyn knew it wasn't.

"Bronwyn," she said, playing with the word, her voice a few tones higher than what she was used to. The name didn't feel like it used to. No, now that she was here, the name 'Azure' felt more familiar. But that wasn't the only change that she had found when she woke up in this virtual reality.

Her hair was no longer a dull brown and her body was not as heavy as she remembered yet she did not feel uneasy. No, her lack of breasts and her lack of clothes felt as if she had been born this way and had been like this for seventeen years. It just felt natural, though Azure herself knew it was not.

It was all just a game after all, wasn't it?

She stood up, waving her arms to make sure they were fit and working and took a few steps forward. Almost immediately after she had done so, words appeared in front of her. 'Route 1'? Well, at least she knew where she was. 'Read your letter'. Letter? Where could that be?

She then remembered the bag she had on and pulled it off, rummaging in it to see what items they had given her on start up. If this was a game, usually they started with a tutorial section. Or an introduction? Something like that. They hadn't got an instruction manual, or anything at all. Was there a 'not-to-do' list?

Nope, instead was, as she felt around, a letter (presumably what the words were talking about), five PokéBalls and a PokéDex. Azure immediately felt an excitement brewing up in her but only showed it with a curt smile, pulling out the letter and reading it to herself.

'The most important thing, however, lies in your hand. It is the pokéball containing your very first pokémon!'

She immediately glanced at her other hand and, there it was, a shiny, red and white PokéBall. She didn't know how she had not noticed it before but her excitement only bubbled even more. She didn't even hesitate, putting her forefinger on the button and her eyes lighting up as a glowing light spewed from the ball and..!

Gastly.

"Gastly?" she said, frowning at the Ghost type. How the hell had that been 'specifically chosen' for her? She hadn't tried to hide her disappointment and the spectre didn't try to hide its disappointment, frowning back at her. Wait, what was it? It didn't exactly have any bits to show gender. How did she open the start menu, anyway? A bit of initiative told her to look at her PokéDex which she did, flicking it out of her bag.

A quick browse told her it was a he. There was something else she had forgotten too; her long tradition of naming a Pokémon when she had caught it. Could she do that? She shoved the Dex back into her bag and the ghost's ball clipped nicely on her belt. A name? What was the first thing that popped into her head? Something cool, not lame like Casper or something. Bloody Mary came to mind but unforunately, the PokéDex said male.

"Merry," she settled with, since that seemed to be the male version. It was a little girly, but the Gastly didn't seem to mind. "Can you do anything else but float?"

"Gaaaast," he said, wagging his tongue out. Mature.

"Fine, what else does letter say?"

'For any further queries, just follow the tutorial that will start right when you have finished reading this letter.'

Tutorial? She waited a few moments but nothing happened. Was this already the tutorial? She expected maybe a booming voice to tell her that A was to talk and B was to run but nothing. She scanned the letter again.

'Visit me in my lab in Pallet Town now and then if you want, but I guess you are more eager to start your adventure right now! Viridian City lies just a few hours to the north, as the first stop on every trainer's journey.'
Was this a clue? She didn't want to walk all the way to Viridian to only find out she had to come back to Pallet but thanks to past experiences, she knew that he would assess her PokéDex or tell her that this was not the time or place for a certain item. Still, it would be pretty sweet to meet the virtual reality version of Professor Oak.

"Alright then," she said, waving a hand at her ghost. "Let's go meet the famous Pokémon Professor."

moon · Apr 23, 2012

VIKING

→ route 1

As he stealthily ran between bushes and trees to try and find the Rattata again, Viking felt quite light and agile. He looked down on his body while running; it was small. He wasn't a 16 year old girl with average weight anymore. He was a thin 13 year old boy and the thought made him snicker. Staryu rolled after him and managed to keep up with its trainer but Viking wasn't pleased. It was way too clumsy for his taste. He had to capture himself a better pokémon. Not that Rattata fit the bill though... maybe he shouldn't be chasing that little thing. He stopped running in a forest clearing, the Staryu coming to a stop right next to him without looking out of breath.

"And just where is that road?" the white haired boy sighed and scratched his head behind the dark green headband.

He felt the little star shaped pin under his hand. That was just there for decoration. What if he had gotten a Staryu just because of it? Angrily, he pulled the pin out and tossed it onto the ground. He was getting more and more annoyed with all this for every passing minute. He wanted to get out of the game, eat some snacks and go to the toilet. Like Rosa, not as Viking. But how? Staryu just stood there, maybe looking up at the trainer wondering what the matter was.

That was when a smell of burning leaves reached them and made the boy turn his head. The forest to his left was burning. Just a few trees, but it would soon get worse.

"Did this ever happen in the old games?" Viking wondered out loud.

Staryu seemed stressed, like it was afraid of the fire or... "Don't tell me you have an urge to help out," its trainer sighed. The water pokémon 'nodded' again and moved towards the fire, which was moving towards them as well.

"But these things get dangerous. Or so I've heard. I'd rather just leave, it's just a game anyways," Viking said and prepared to do just that. But the fire had already started spreading to the other side of the clearing as well. They would be stuck soon. Biting his teeth together in bitterness, Viking gave in.

"Alright, Water Gun then!" He pointed at the nearest flames and Staryu eagerly started spraying its water at the base of them.

It helped! But only a little. One water pokémon can only do so much against a forest fire. Viking was started to feel the heat around them and wondered briefly what would happen if he died inside the game. It felt unreal. Maybe it would be like when you blacked or whited out and ended up at a pokémon center? Would he be transferred all the way to Viridian City then?

Suddenly ten more Water Guns were employed around the boy and the Staryu, making small rainbows appear in the air around them. The cooling feeling was welcome and Viking didn't get very annoyed at all when some water splashed upon his own skin and clothes. The fire in their immediate area was quickly doused. As the water pokémon - they seemed to be Squirtle - moved on to douse the rest of the sprouting forest fire, Viking spotted some humans behind them. Finally some sign of life here! Even though... they were only computer AI. Of course. Viking didn't feel very eager to play along right now.

"Hey!" he said to them even before they could address him in a similar manner. They did seem surprised to find a boy in the middle of the fire. "How do I bring up the menu?"

A man and a woman, both dressed like fire fighters, glanced confused at each other before looking back at the boy. "Excuse me? Are you alright?" the man said with a worried face under his yellow rubber helmet.

"Maybe he has inhaled too much-" the woman started but was cut off.

"I'm perfectly fine, it's not like this fire is real anyways," Viking said impatiently, not caring about taking note of the closer appearance of these NPCs. Staryu rolled up to him but didn't dare to touch its trainer's leg. "So I can't ask you for help?"

"Boy, didn't we just help you? I'd think you'd be a bit more grateful," the man chuckled, pointing at the Squirtle that were effectively calming the forest down.

Viking sighed. "How come there was a fire here anyways?" he asked, trying to act like a person in-game. He wondered birefly if it would take some time for the forest to grow up again or if it would suddenly be all fresh again the next time you stepped onto route 1 - like a 'tree' that had been CUT in the old games.

"It's because of the Charmander," the woman explained, looking at the still unburned forest with a worried gaze. "They don't usually live here, but now they do for some reason. Luckily, Squirtle have moved here as well," she nodded towards the fire fighting pokémon behind the white haired boy who were almost done with eliminating the fire now, "they are a great help. The poor Bulbasaur are having a really hard time avoiding the fire and humans though."

Bulbasaur, Charmander and Squirtle? Why would the traditional Kanto starters be living in the wild of route 1? Viking thought hard. Maybe the game creators wanted to give the players good pokémon to capture early on. Like many hacks with custom events and content did. Rosa had played a hack once where every starter pokémon from every region was catchable in the very first route. But to do that to an official game? He shrugged. Whatever, as long as it benefited him, he shouldn't really complain.

"What other pokémon are found on route 1?" he asked the fire fighters who were rounding up the - for some reason happy - Squirtle again.

"Oh, you know, Pidgey, Rattata... some Purrloin and Lillipup," the male from before said, clearly starting to think that Viking was a bit out of it.

"They put in modern pokémon... I see," Viking murmured.

Maybe he should try to capture one of these, instead of a Rattata. He glanced down on Staryu. Water type. That meant he maybe didn't need a Squirtle. And a Bulbasaur could prove a tricky opponent against a water pokémon. So Charmander then? It was a lizard, that could be rather cool to have on a team. Or a Lillipup; a faithful dog companion. Rosa had never been allowed a pet at home. Maybe not a Purrloin though. Cats were a bit scary - they looked so smart and evil. Viking wanted to be the smart and evil one; he chuckled as he thought that. A Pidgey was a bit weak and silly for a pokémon but it would evolve into a big bird that he could fly around on. But then again, Charizard would be pretty flyable too. Oh yeah, he would get himself a Charizard and be like a viking who tamed a dragon.

Without saying goodbye to the fire fighters, he smirked and started walking through the forest again. In a direction that wasn't burnt.

"See any orange lizards?" he asked Staryu jokingly.

As if to reply, Staryu jumped up into the sky and spun for a while. When it came down again, it started rolling to the south. Viking blinked. What now?

It only took a minute until they moved past a big bush and came face to face with none other than a Charmander in another forest clearing. It was startled and so was Viking. But in a happy way, for the latter.

"Staryu... amazing!" he admitted, making the blue core on the water pokémon shine just a little bit brighter with pride. "So," he added to the lizard. "Were you the one burning down the forest just now?"

The Charmander growled at him, holding its tail close to its body. The tip of the tail burned fiercely.

"Yeah, it looks like it was. Let's capture it," Viking said to its star shaped pokémon. It seemed to hesitate a little though. "Ugh... to make sure that it doesn't start any more forest fires." That seemed to make the Staryu content and it took a battle ready position. Viking sighed; had he really been given a pokémon with morals? How annoying.

Before the Staryu could make a move though, the Charmander turned and ran.

"HEY! You can't just run away! It doesn't work that way!" Viking shouted and ran after it immediately. In no game had just any weak pokémon been able to run away from a battle!

→ pallet town

It wasn't long until they reached the edge of the forest and finally saw some open space. A fresh breeze met the white knot of dreadlocks on Viking's head and made them rustle. A smirk was still present on the face of the 13 year old boy as he looked upon the hills in front of him. One house with a big garden on every hill, it seemed. Not really a town, more like a loose village. He looked to his left now and saw the real road on route 1 come out from the forest some hundred meters away. He had narrowly missed it. Oh well. He wasn't really unable to walk through bushes. Thank you, boots.

He had chased the Charmander all the way to the town he had planned to avoid. What would be the reason to come here if not to get a pokémon and yada yada from the professor? Now he had another reason, of course. Ironically, it was to capture one of the traditional starter pokémon. Walking through the 'streets' of Pallet Town, he glimpsed something glittering and blue to the far south. The ocean? Right... an ocean route to Cinnabar Island, if he remembered the games correctly. Not often traveled. There was a big building on a hill there too. That must be the lab - in every canon reincarnation of Pallet Town that Rosa had encountered, the largest building had been Oak's Lab.

But no sign of the fire lizard... until he saw smoke in the distance. From the garden around the Lab to be precise. "Gotcha," Viking said and started running on the road up to that hill. Strangely, his body seemed to be in excellent physical condition now. He didn't get tired easily from running. Awesome. Reaching the Lab, he didn't bother with ringing the doorbell. He barged in but found himself in a long corridor. Walking swiftly through it, he glimpsed various pokémon in the different rooms... until he bumped right into a man in a labcoat. The man was grown up but almost as short as Viking was, and he had an ugly brown haircut and big round glasses. Viking guessed that the creators of the game didn't really design the lab assistants to have an easy time to pick up chicks.

"Uh?" the man said.

"I need to get into the garden," Viking said.

"Uh? Well... just follow this corridor and you'll find a door to the outside... mister?" the lab assistant said, but Viking left him even before he had finished.

He found the door and walked out into the garden, where a path set in stone led him onwards. Staryu was still following him closely. There were many different enclosures and parks for different kinds of pokémon to live in. The boy looked up into the sky and followed the smoke he had seen from before. It led him to... A paddock where some Ponyta were galloping around, looking unnerved. One of them had accidentally set fire to the wooden fence.

Anticlimax. Viking heard how the lab assistant from before screamed behind him, having found the fire as well. Without saying a word, Viking lazily pointed at the relatively small fire and looked at Staryu, who nodded. Firing its Water Gun, it rather quickly put the whole fire out.

"Thank you! Thank you!" the assistant said, coming up to the trainer. "So that was why you wanted to get to the garden so badly! You are a real hero, I dare say!"

"Whatever," Viking said, still seeing the people here as more of video game AI than as real people. Hm, while he was here... "Where's the professor?" he asked.

"Oh, I'm sorry. The professor isn't here at the moment, and we're not sure when he'll come ba-"

"Figures," Viking interrupted and started walking away. He went through the house again to get out from the garden and the Lab. Then he slowly walked away from the hill where Oak's Lab stood, feeling rather gloomy. Of course there were other fire pokémon in Oak's Lab, he had been stupid to think that it was the Charmander. As he came closer to the 'center' of Pallet Town again, he did see another cloud of black smoke reach for the sky. He wasn't really excited now though. "It's someone's bad cooking... Or a pet pokémon playing with fire," he assumed.

Entering the town center though, he saw several people out on the streets, looking at something. Viking looked at the people instead. They looked very diverse, not generic and repetitive at all. Like real people. Even though it was apparently broken or glitched, it couldn't be argued that this was an incredibly good looking game. The crowd was in his way and Viking nonchalantly pushed his way between people to get through. He reached the middle of the tumult and saw...

"Charmander?" His eyes widened. It HAD been that pokémon! It was battling someone who sent two Rattata at once at it, in the middle of the street with more than 20 people standing around watching.

"Try to burn my flowers now!" a woman from the crowd taunted it.

"Or my lawn!" a random man shouted.

The middle aged man with the Rattata had a mustache and was looking all fired up. He apparently enjoyed teasing and bullying the Charmander. One would think that a Charmander could fry these rats away to hell with the flick of its tail, but it didn't seem to want to battle. It kept jumping out of the way when the Rattata tried to tackle it. Viking grew tired of watching after less than a minute. Stupid game, he thought and walked into the open circle that the villagers had left for the man and the Rattata to bully the Charmander.

"Hey," he told the lizard. "Battle me instead. I am going to capture you and train you. If you've got the nerves for it, of course."

The Charmander blinked, looking at him, but the crowd and the man with the mustache got angry. "This is none of your business, stranger!" he said.

"You're silly," Viking said simply and the man gasped.

"The Charmander on route 1 start forest fires and come here to burn up our gardens and pet pokémon just for fun!" a woman from the crowd argued.

"I doubt they do it for fun, this Charmander isn't really looking like it's having fun," Viking said without facing the people talking. He kept looking at the Charmander, who met his gaze with its big blue eyes.

"It's because we're giving it what it deserves!" the mustached man with the Rattata said, and his pokémon giggled in agreement.

"It deserves better than you," Viking said and motioned for Staryu to enter the scene. It did, facing Charmander.

"Don't get in the way! Rattata, Tackle!" the man said and let his pokémon storm forward.

"Staryu, Harden," Viking tried, also trying to sound calm and confident still. Truth was, he wasn't sure how effective that attack would be in a real setting like this.

Staryu's skin glimmered strangely before the two Tackles hit it. It backed a little but didn't budge much. A smile came to Viking's lips. It worked, then. "Now, Tackle."

Staryu's bigger and harder body jumped up and slammed down onto one of the Rattata, who rolled around on the ground, coming to a halt at its trainer's feet. Clearly hurt. The trainer was even angrier now but didn't seem to know what to say. Viking didn't say anything else either, he just turned back to the Charmander. The lizard smiled, unexpectedly. Then it Growled loudly at Staryu, who shuddered a little. Viking's eyes narrowed and he pulled up his pokédex. A Growl attack, indeed. He wasn't planning on using Staryu's physical attacks against the fire type anyways. That lizard needed to learn a thing or two about strategy. And he would teach it.

"Staryu, Water Gun!" The star aimed, and the attack hit straight in the belly of Charmander, who stumbled but got up, looking pumped up. It ran forward with its claws stretched out.

"Harden!" Viking shouted and the skin of the water pokémon grew harder once again. Charmander Scratched it but did little damage. In its frustration, it Growled again, then Scratched once more, so hard that it pushed back the Staryu and made it fall over.

"Get up and fire Water Gun now!" Viking told his pokémon, who obeyed as always. However, Charmander jumped out of the way and started running. The crowd seemed to be afraid of it, because they moved aside and let it pass. Stupid villagers, Viking thought as he ran after it, dragging Staryu along. They ran through the streets of Pallet, back towards route 1.

"Oh, no, you aren't escaping again. I will have a fire dragon on my viking team!" Viking shouted, finally starting to feel a bit tired after running around so much.

"Chaarm!" the Charmander shouted and Growled at them again.

"No use!" Viking said, grabbed his pokémon by two of its arms while running, lifted it up and threw it towards the lizard while shouting: "Water Gun!"

Staryu was surprised, to say the least, but did its master's bidding. It stabilized in the air and realized that it was flying with high speed straight towards the Charmander, who's eyes were widened in terror. Perfect! the Staryu thought and contentedly fired its Water Gun. It hit the Charmander in its face and the second after that, the Staryu hit it with a Tackle as well, albeit weakened by all the Growls. When Viking caught up with them, a bit surprised himself by the strength of his arms being able to throw a pokémon like Staryu, both pokémon were lying on the ground panting. Well, maybe Staryu wasn't panting per se, but still. Viking smiled.

"What's the commotion?" a voice said and made the boy look up. It was the firefighters from before! They had apparently put out the fire now and were returning to Pallet Town.

"Oh, it's you," the man from before said.

"And look, it's the Charmander who started the fire!" the woman said. "Is it yours?"

"Not yet. But soon," Viking said and detached an empty pokéball from his belt. He threw it at the Charmander, who was just crawling up from the ground. It got sucked in, transforming into a red energy beam in the process, and the pokéball shut and started to wriggle.

"Nice, then we are one cause shorter of bonfires starting!" the female fire fighter said, applauding the boy in dreadlocks.

She was a bit too soon, though. The pokéball sprung open again and the Charmander stood there panting, looking at Viking with a fierce look. He sighed and took up the pokéball, which had fallen to the ground at his feet.

"You do want to come with me," he told it, hunkering down to its level. "If you stay here, people will only think that you're in the way. That you're unnatural."

The Charmander's eyes gleamed distrustingly at the boy and flickered off to the Staryu who got up from the ground and walked slowly up to its trainer, who hadn't really cared about checking that it was feeling ok.

"Tell you what?" Viking continued, eyes on the lizard. "I'm unnatural here too. And I want a flaming Charizard by my side."

Charmander sighed and sat down on the ground. The smallest of nods came from its head, which was good enough for Viking. He pressed the ball to the lizard's head and watched it get sucked into it as red energy once again. The firefighters watched too, in amazement. This time, the pokéball only wriggled once, before it came to a stop and lay silent in Viking's hand. He smiled and put it on his belt. Then he remembered Staryu.

"Hm? You're still standing, I see. Maybe you're not as weak as you're odd looking," he told it and sent it back into its pokéball as well.

"Hey... thank you for taking care of that Charmander," the female firefighter said, coming up to him. "But wasn't that a bit mean towards your Staryu?"

Viking only gave her a look as if she was stupid before he left them, walking towards the real road of route 1 this time.

Rokusasu · Apr 23, 2012

Prince, Route 1 Part I

Beautiful, absolutely beautiful. The way the fabric clung to his slender form, the ebony hue darker than any night sky he had ever seen, and its exquisite sensation, even beneath his glove, were the most beautiful things that he had come across. Gone was the pain afflicting his body, his attention focused on his attire. He heeded no attention to neither the letter nor the red and white sphere in his right hand, only how he was garbed in perfection. Prince - no longer Sebastien - was oblivious to his surroundings too, for they were no mere pixelated tiles but real grass, luscious and teeming with life.

The breeze attempted to tousle his hair in vain; not a single strand was moved out of place. He glanced down. Oh, those shoes! Such a bold design, and not tasteless in the slightest! They co-ordinated perfectly with the suit! He bent down, curious as to whether he could see his reflection in the polished footwear and proceeded to lose his balance, falling back (to his disdain) onto the seat of his dress pants.

"Ouch!" he exclaimed, the Pokéball rolling across the ground. The letter had landed closer, and, after leaping to his feet and dusting himself down (scowling when he realised there was also dirt on his gloves), he finally reached to pick it up. Where was a letter opener when you needed one? Reluctantly he removed one of the gloves and tore it open, swearing to whichever deity the Pokémon world worshipped that if his manicure was ruined there would be consequences. Even if this was a game, his avatar had to be perfect in every way, superior to every other. He wouldn't be surprised if he had a group of fans following his every move by the time he reached the next city. This would be beneficial to him, as the suitcase that rested by the area he had 'landed' in looked fairly heavy. Realising that he had neglected the parasol leaning against it, he hastily picked it up and opened it as he read the letter (gloves now back on, it was a terribly awkward manoeuvre).

"Heh, Prince," he smirked, scouring the remainder of the letter's contents. It all seemed legitimate, though he was a little disappointed that he had not picked a starter Pokémon himself. If there was something horrific inside then he was doomed, he could not have an ugly partner such as Grimer or Stunky. Though which generation was the setting for the game? Prince could not quite remember. Gingerly he plucked the Pokéball from the ground and held it for a moment. There was an intense expression on his face, the male trying to determine what it contained. Would it be something generic such as Bulbasaur, Charmander or Squirtle? None of that trio appealed to him, whenever he played Kanto-based games he would always box or use the Pokémon as a HM slave (Squirtle being the most useful in this case).

"Come on out then," he sighed, wanting to look away as a red beam coursed from the centre of the ball and formed a shape beside him. The sound of a Pokémon being released drifted away along the wind and Prince slowly opened one eye.

"Smoochum," the small purple creature greeted pleasantly. He remained silent for a moment, tilting his head to one side and surveying her. He, Prince, had been given a female Pokémon. And she was absolutely adorable, not that he would admit it openly.

"Ah, so I have a fairly acceptable partner," Prince nodded. "Not only are you a dual-type, but purple is my second favourite colour. Now, get my case and we'll get moving. There's no point wasting time on that old man."

"Smoooo!" Smoochum beamed, flailing her arms a little. She waddled over to the suitcase and tried her hardest to grab the handle with her stubby arms. Upon somehow managing to get a decent grip, she began tugging on it only to find that she barely moved an inch before she felt a burning sensation in her muscles. "Smoo..." Came the second, more deflated cry.

"Honestly," Prince scoffed, holding up the Pokéball. "Return Smoochum." The sad little dual-type disappeared, and Sebastian found he could attach her ball to his belt. Doing so, he then picked up his suitcase (such a bother!) and began to walk in the opposite direction, away from Pallet Town.

I've such a beautiful avatar, he mused to himself. Everyone who looks upon it will be so jealous... Oh. Grass. Do I have some repels in here?

He set down his suitcase and opened it up. Inside lay his Pokédex, more balls for capturing Pokémon, a few healing items and--

"OH SWEET MOTHER OF GLORY!" He cried, snatching up the small pocket mirror and the bag almost identical to his one at home. "THEY KNEW!"

He glanced around to see if there was anywhere he could sit down. There was a ledge, but nothing wooden that wouldn't dirty his clothes. Agonisingly, he had to put the make-up away (though did not pass up on the opportunity to ensure he looked flawless) and then face the dilemma that was the long grass. Thankfully the sun had been out long enough for the dew to dry, and the sky showed no signs of becoming swarmed with clouds that would soak him with rain.

"I am so glad my allergies aren't present in the virtual world," he sniffed, deciding to take the first step, then a second, then a third--

"DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO!" something suddenly bounded towards him, and bowled him over. "Haha, did I scare you? Sorry, I'm getting a little lonely. I'm running a promotion and hardly anyone's come up to me!"

"Get off!" Prince, on his butt for the second time in the space of an hour, yelled. "Can't you see this is designer? Now my hair's all messed up..."

"I'm sorry," winced the man - he could tell it was a man now. "Like I said, hardly anyone's spoken to me, so I decided to try a direct approach."

"Who are your employers? I demand that you tell me!" Prince spat, already formulating a plan by which to sue this imbecile. He'd thought it was a wild Pokémon, what with the tune that he'd sung!

"Um, the Pokémart? We're giving out free potions today..."

"Free?" his ears suddenly pricked up. Free was good, very good, not that he wanted it to be made known that he liked freebies. "If that's the case, then give me two. One for the promotion, the other as an apology for ruining my suit. Just be grateful that I'm in a good mood today."

"S-sure thing Sir," the mart representative grinned, reaching into a box that had somehow been carried with him and handing Prince two potions.

"Now get out of my sight. If I ever see you again then I will bring the incident up with your superiors..."

They parted ways, Prince scowling for at least ten minutes after the encounter. How dare he... How dare he...

moon · Apr 23, 2012

VIKING

→ route 1

It became harder and harder to push away the thoughts that came creeping into Viking's mind as he stepped onto the road of route 1, heading north once again. He tried to think about what he knew. He was a boy, that much was clear. And he somehow knew that he was 13 years old too. The memory of a 16 year old girl with black hair and pink and black clothing seemed so far away. Was that really the real world? Maybe he was real and this was the real world? But the screen that appeared magically in the air in front of him when he entered route 1 told him that something still wasn't completely right with this world.

"So conflicted, ah!" the boy said to himself, grabbing his head with both hands and massaging it forcefully. What could he do, then? Professor Oak wasn't there... was there some kind of Game Master that he could turn to? Some kind of place where he could send a bug report to. It had been an online game, but he had no memory of going online when he started up the game that Rosa got from the link in that mail. That mail... So far away, like a memory belonging to someone else. The letter in his pocket seemed much more real.

It was when he walked there that he met the first of the other human players that had come to this world. Not that he knew that, of course. He thought she was just another NPC created by the game. A girl who didn't look older than he was, with dark hair and light clothing, being followed by a purple smoke cloud that was familiar to Viking but looked pretty odd when seen in a 'real' form compared to on pictures. Gastly. Maybe she was a trainer. In that case, she would probably challenge Viking the instant they met. Did he want that? His Charmander was pretty tired and so was his Staryu. Perhaps it would be best to avoid her. A tint of Rosa's personality crept up into Viking's conscience as the two young teenagers moved closer to each other on the road. Rosa had not liked girls who spent too much time making themselves pretty. They were so silly. Viking didn't like them either.

So when they got close enough for it to not really be possible to ignore each other anymore, Viking decided to see if this girl had any useful info for him. Some tutorial... no, every tutorial in every pokémon game had always instructed him... or rather Rosa, to interact with every NPC she came across in order to not miss out on any nice item or info.

"Hey," he therefore said when there was only a few meters distance between them. "You from Viridian?"

((OOC: That is Azure. ))

Skymin · Apr 24, 2012

AzureRockets
Pallet Town
Chapter I, Part II

Azure walked along the roads of Pallet Town, quite tempted to walk into someone's house and randomly talk to them. You could do it in the game and nobody would think twice about it but here? The town wasn't quite the same. It wasn't three houses and a labratory spotted with ten or so civilians. No, there was a estate full of housing and Azure could have sworn she passed a few residents who were not walking in a constant loop. She didn't bother saying hi, they probably had useless information for her anyway. Something like "Press Start to open the Menu!" or "Remember to save your progress often!!" Like she knew how to press start. Maybe it was on her PokéDex?

"Hey," a voice said from beside her, "you from Viridian?"

Azure spun around, the voice belonging to a boy around her age (when she said her age, she meant 13. She wasn't a high school kid anymore) with crazy, white dredlocked hair and a-- actually, Azure could not be bothered to mentally describe him, only that he was a boy and he looked quite odd. Not that that was unnatural in a video game, Azure was sure she looked odd too. Wait, random encounter that she didn't initiate? This must be...!

"So, you must be the tutorial then?" she said, cocking her head to the side. "Took you long enough. What am I supposed to do now?"

She hoped to god it wasn't a Pokémon Battle. Sure, those things were exciting enough but honestly, she was one of those 'grind and level up until they kick ass' kind of trainer. Unless this guy had like, level 2 Pokémon (presuming her own was level 5. They all started like that, right? She hadn't even checked if levels actually existed), she would either lose or win but have an exceptionally useless Gastly until she found her in-game mother.

Miss Doronjo · Apr 24, 2012

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"So, this is Pallet Town," said Nabooru, as she along with her new partner Eevee arrived at the town that was stated in the letter - Pallet Town. As she looked around the town, it was pretty small compared to the place that she was actually from - London, but it was pretty nice. In fact, Nabooru really didn't mind if she could actually move here someday. Then again, what do people eat in a video game anyway? Pixelated Pizza? Oreo snack byes? It might not be all that pleasant. Then Nabooru had a thought. This... could kind of be like a fairy tale! she excitingly thought, as her Eevee finally caught up with her. "Once upon a time... a girl named Nabooru traveled her way through a video game, defeating dragons, monsters, goblins and other scaaaaary stuff to meet the prince of her dreams.. When she finally arrived at the witch's tower, she saw and heard her prince crying for his mommy as Nabooru scaled the castle walls! Then... POOF! the witches appeared from out of no where! As these witches sent out their pokemon, Nabooru's majestic Eevee used her valiant moves to defeat the enemy, and send the witch to the parallel dimensions of the void! 'Ohhh thank you beautiful Nabooru!' the prince said, as he and Nabooru.. shared a kiss. And they lived everly ever after."

"Eev~!" (I was amazing~!) Eevee boasted.

"OmigoshOmigoshOmigosh!!" shouted a random female voice, grabbing Nabooru's and Eevee's attention. From a few feet away, they saw a girl running around in circles, in front of what it seemed like a small wooden sign. The girl then stopped in front of the sign, taking a very interested close look upon it. Then she notice Nabooru standing nearby. "Oh, look look!" she quickly suggested, stepping out of the way from the sign. "Read it, Read it!"

"This sign?" Nabooru asked. After a quick glance at her Eevee, who too was repeating 'Read it! Read it!' Nabooru shrugged as she thought, well what can possibly go wrong with reading a simple sign. "TRAINER TIPS - Press the START button to open the menu!" Nabooru read out loud. Even though, she then thought it probably made no sense to the girl.

"What's a 'START' button?" the girl asked. "Well whatever it is, it makes me HAPPY because it was on a sign!! Signs are so useful, aren't they?!"

"I um, guess..." Nabooru giggled softly. "Well, I've read a lot of signs before, actually - "

"THEY ARE SO MAJESTIC!" the girl continued. "THE POWER! THE SMELL! Mmm... THE TASTE! THE CARPENTRY BEHIND IT!" she squealed like a fan girl. Nabooru crossed her arms and looked at her with an imputing awkwardness. "Ohhhh look there's more!!" the girl then shouted, as she hope and skipped towards a sign that was just next to the first sign. She then gestured Nabooru to come on over and read it - she will not be disappointed. Nabooru sighed as she walked over there, with her Eevee following behind. She then stopped down to have a closer look at the following sign.

"TRAINER TIPS - Do NOT touch the edges of this sign. They are very sharp."

"Ooooh careful," the girl said. "The edges of this sign are sharp - "

"I know," Nabooru replied, rasing an awkward eyebrow. The one who makes all these signs must have one hell of a reading life, she thought, as she then turned away. "Uh, do you know where Professor Oak is--"

"HEEEEY LOOK I FOUND ANOTHER SIGN! COME READ IT!"

"Oh my Belly Drum Unicorns - No! I'm not reading it!"

"OH COME ON, IT'LL BE HELPFUL!" the girl shouted, jumping up and down with eccentric excitement. "The signs here are all trainer tips after all; since I see you have a pokemon, it can help you on a journey... or something!"

"Alright, Alright!" Nabooru finally decided, defeated. She walked over a few feet to see another sign next to the previous sign. She read it out loud:

"TRAINER TIPS - There once was an ugly barnacle. It was so ugly, everyone died. The end."

"Eevee~!" (That's terrible! That ugly barnacle must be STOPPED~!)

"Aw, phooey, there are no more signs..." the girl sighed, after looking around for a few seconds. "I'm sad now..."

"Oh... Sorry about that," Nabooru apologized. "I'm sure there could be another sign someday that says... um..."

"OH, I'VE READ A SIGN THAT SAID 'UM' BEFORE!" the girl squealed. "It was such a nice sign... Being rectangular and wooden and having the word 'um' and all..."

Nabooru and Eevee exchanged glances. "I'm sure it was..." said Nabooru. "Hey, do you know where Professor Oak's Laboratory is? I'm sorta looking for him."

"It's right over there!" replied the girl, pointing to a sturdy, almost tall building. "I've read about it on a sign once! After I read a sign about what I should have for dinner!"

Ugh, is there a sign for EVERYTHING in this game? Nabooru thought with a cringe. "Well, thanks! Come on Eevee, let's go."

"Eevee~!" (Ohhh, I want to read a sign about PIE~!)

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Legend · Apr 25, 2012

Dash
-> Route 1

Dash walked through the forest, sticking to the dirt road to the best of his ability. Route 1 was a visual treat, even if it greatly differ from what he was used to or imagined when playing the games hunched over on his bed at midnight. The road was winding with a few twists and turns. If memory served him well, if Dash continued on the road he would reach Viridian City relatively soon without seeing as much as a single Pokemon or engaging in any battles. On top of that, Dash had not encountered any trainers, or anyone to talk to. The whole ordeal was somewhat distressing, and not to mention boring. At this point, he probably figured he was the only real player character in the world and he was playing a possibly updated version of Pokemon Red/Blue and that world would then cater to his individual experience. "Hmm, I wonder if I will get a rival then? Oh and do I get to name him anything I want?" Dash grinned at the possibilities to troll his rival.

Kipz continued to follow Dash, with a pouting expression and frequent sighs for attention. Kipz seemed to not enjoy sitting around, but unlike Dash was not capable of laughing it up a bit. Dash attempted to entertain his new found friend with stories, Kipz would have nothing to do with it.

"Yeah, I get it. You're bored. I guess we should do a little adventuring then," Dash complained. "Maybe we should get off the road and wander around. No point in heading to Viridian in a hurry. We should enjoy the game after all."

Route 1 seemed to take the form a small forest, with the small dirt road being a meager guide. The spirit of its classic of portable ancestors, but creative liberties were definitely taken. Dash envisioned the bordering trees around the road just to keep the player locked in. However, this immersive game decided to make the route a true forest with some pathways in order to entice the player to journey into its depths to experience the wonders of their deep world. Well at least that he thought was the intent. Now normally, Dash blasted through Route 1 and focused on grinding out in the later routes instead of wasting his time in the first portion of the game. Pokemon were stronger and there was a healthier mix on later routes. Pidgeys and Rattatas were never that appealing, though he readily would admit he wanted a flying Pokemon. Something other than a Pidgey perhaps, as Dash wanted to experiment with his team this time around. This was a game after all. An eerie feeling rose up his neck when he allowed that thought to creep into his brain. The world felt so real and so vivid that Dash was beginning to question whether or not that this "game" was something else entirely. Dash's over reactive imagination was filling with ideas and theories, most of them highly illogical. No point in getting carried away now, Dash thought to himself. Better focus on the game. As the letter said, the only way to beat it is to keep playing.

"Right! Let's look around. They added a lot of detail to this place. Maybe they changed a few things around," Dash said half to himself and half to Kipz. Kipz seemed to be enticed by the idea, speaking out with some energy but not enough to imply pure glee. Clearly the water Pokemon was uptight and didn't enjoy Dash's more energetic nature. Pity, really. Oh well, at least that meant Dash wouldn't worry about Kipz not taking things seriously.

Dash took a sharp turn to the left and wandered into a thicker portion of the woods, looking around for…well anything really to capture his attention. He wasn't looking for anything in particular, but events, Pokemon, action and excitement were on the top of his list. Devoid of anything of notable interest (Borrr-rring~), Dash kept walking through the forest passing by tree after tree. In the distance, a single human figure was seen perched in a tree. Well, at least Dash thought it was a human. It could of been a Pokemon, but as Dash inched closer it was painfully obvious it was a human which was a fact that mildly depressed him. Dressed in a school uniform (or at least one Dash recognized from watching a few too many anime) with thick glasses and groomed hair, Dash quickly classified the figure as a school boy from the game. Even the small pouch they normally carry was resting on the tree. Peering through a pair of binoculars into the distance, Dash's interest was piqued to say the least.

"HEY KID! WHAT ARE YOU DOING UP THERE?!" Dash yelled from the base of the tree.

"Sssh!" The school boy fired back. "I am observing a rare Pokemon."

"Rare Pokemon?" Dash replied, taken aback by the kid. "Route 1 has got nothin' but Pidgeys and Rattatas!"

"Um…not if you look hard enough," the school boy muttered in a low tone. "Moron."

"What was that?" Dash said innocently.

"I said: There are rare Pokemon around. You just have to know where to look."

"Oh really?" Dash said, getting a bit more excited. "Hold on a second! I'm going come up there!"

"Wait! No!" It was too late, as Dash used his athleticism to climb up the tree with relatively ease. He jumped up, found some hand holds and threw himself up onto the branch where the school boy was on. The school boy's face was clearly painted with anger and concern, not enjoying Dash's forced companionship. "Now what do you want?" the boy spoke as if he was speaking to a bully.

"Well, now you give me those binoculars and show me what you are looking at," Dash said brushing his elbow against the boy's chest. The boy pouted and handed over the binoculars. "Sweet. Thanks, bro. So what am I looking at?" Dash asked, looking through the lenses after perching his precious sunglasses in his hair, which the school boy just noticed. He shook it off, imaging himself dreaming most likely, and returned to guiding Dash.

"Take a look into the grass patch in the field. You should see something interesting."

"Wait…is that?"

"Yes it is. A Bulbasaur."

"No way you have to be kidding me! I never saw one on Route 1 in the games! That's a big change. Well, I am not complaining!"

"Uhhh…what are you talking about?" The school boy said with confusion painted on his face, shuffling away from Dash.

"Oh..right. I guess you aren't self aware. No matter," Dash said with a shrug, before leaping down and landing on his feet. A shockwave ran through his body due to the blunt impact he made with the dirty ground. "Well, I am going to go catch this guy. Thanks for the useful lead, kid."

"Wait…hold on! I saw it first. It's my Pokemon." The school boy yelled at Dash, jumping down clumsily following Dash's lead.

"True. But that isn't going to stop me. I am going catch that little guy in 10 seconds flat!" Dash motioned to Kipz and walked into the field. "Now let's go and get us a friend, Kipz!"

"You're serious? You are going to walk up there and just bonk it with a Pokeball?"

"Pretty much."

"That isn't how you go about catching rare Pokemon…" the boy's eyes lowered, running after Dash in pursuit. "Clearly I have to show you how to catch a Pokemon the right way!"

"Hold on!" Dash stopped, blocking the school boy's path of movement with an outstretched arm. "I am not letting you go all old man on me and steal a perfectly good Bulbasaur from me. It's my Pokemon and I am going to catch it," Dash proclaimed throwing the binoculars back at the school boy after realizing they were still around his neck.

The school boy caught the object easily and his face twisted in anger: "I saw it first. It's mine."

"Then why didn't you go and catch it, instead of taking notes and being all smart about it, you egghead?"

"I am going to catch it! Watch me!" Frustrated, the school boy threw his Pokeball and in a flash of light, a Lillipup emerged forth.The Bulbasaur stood in plain sight, playing around in the tall grass. "Go! Use tackle!" The dog Pokemon went forth and charged the playful Bulbasaur head on. Sensing the attack, the Bulbasaur leapt up in fear, screaming its name out of shock, and nimbly avoided the tackle. The grass Pokemon, using the momentum from the dodge, bolted away from the battle and bolted towards another distant patch of grass.

Dash's face twisted and contorted in frustration: "You let the Pokemon go! Now we gotta chase it. Good job, you...you...you noob!" Dash gritted his teeth and swallowed his frustration, resisting the urge to smack the school boy upside the head. It was readily apparent now that battles did not function like they do in the games. A turn based battle system wasn't programmed into the systems of the game. Instead it seem battles took place in real time, therefore it could be deduced that battles could be avoided in real time. Dash face palmed himself at his own ignorance. Lesson learned. Now to actually do something about it. "Kipz! Get ready! We are chasing that thing!" Kipz got ready and nodded to his master. Dash and his Pokemon were on the same page and immediately chased the Bulbasaur. The victim of this whole ordeal felt complacent, believing that his pursuers have given up and the once nimble retreat gave way to a leisurely stroll. Upon noticing the thumping of Dash's less than gracious sprint and Kipz attempt at keeping up (short legs don't give way to great speed, even if you have four of them), the Bulbasaur leapt into the tall grass, hiding amongst the camouflage.

"Great…." Dash muttered. "Kipz stay around the perimeter, I'll try to flush him out."

"Kip!"

The school boy came too out of breath, following Dash and Kipz in pursuit. "It went in the grass didn't it. This Bulbasaur loves hiding in grass," the boy said with a gasp

"Seems that way…wait why am I agreeing with you? No, it um…went that way!" Dash attempted to lie, pointing in a different direction.

"You are a terrible liar," the boy laughed running into the tall grass to follow the Pokemon, with his own loyal dog following in suit.

"Stick to the plan, Kipz. Just keep an ear open."

Dash walked into the tall grass, keeping his eyes alert like that of a hawk seeking prey. Dash attempted to patient, focusing on the prize realizing that a rare Pokemon like this one would be an excellent start to his adventure and ideally would give him a leg up on some of the competition. Damn it, he thought. I can't find him like this. There has to be some way to find him easier before that kid does. If only I had wings to see up higher…Wait a minute! Dash in his groaning state, saw a tree on the edge of the grass field in the corner of his eye. Slowly making his way towards the tree, Dash climbed as quickly as he could, perching himself on a low branch. Lying in wait, Dash scanned every corner, paying close attention to movement. That would be easier to find than a small green Pokemon in a thick field of grass. A rustle of grass moved through the center of the patch of the grass and the sounds of battle could be heard from the general area. "There you are, but looks like that kid beat me to it." Getting a feel for the area, Dash jumped down and made a straight line for the rustling grass. As Dash cut through the grass, a Bulbsaur launched out of the immediate area in front of him, almost cutting Dash's face with its front claws. Peering through the grass, the boy lied defeated, his Pokemon on the floor unconscious.

"It was too strong," he muttered. "I'm sorry, Lillipup." Dash mumbled something resembling "I'm sorry" and moved on. No point in comforting the boy, he was already beaten enough for one day.

With the Bulbasaur barely in sight, Dash continued his pursuit, reaching out several times to snatch the grass Pokemon from the ground. Dash failed continually, unable to keep up with the random movement, sharp turns and guile of the Pokemon. Dash sprinted hard and ran with longer steps before making a dramatic dive forward, putting everything he had into one last shot to grasp the Bulbasaur and forced into a claustrophobic Pokeball. Like a vigilant ninja, the Bulbasaur reacted purely on instinct and jumped up, avoiding Dash's tackle and sweeping arms. The Bulbasaur came in for a landing from it's small hop and used Dash's faces as a landing bad, burying his face deep into the ground. Gravity and Dash never appeared to get along it seems.

But then a glimmer of hope appeared barreling through the grass. Hearing Dash's squirming face yelp in pain, the Mudkip tackled the Bulbasaur in the side catapulting the opposing types out of the grass patch off the cliff and spiraling down the dirty hill, crashing onto the muddy bottom. Dash barely managed to pick himself up off the ground, his eyes watering at the recent nose job. Wiping his face free from mud, dirt, and slight drop of blood, Dash looked down to see the Mudkip and Bulbasaur staring down at each other. Now this a fight, he thought. Dash slid down the hill to join his comrade in battle and barring a slight tumble near the bottom that caused him to lose his balance. "Alright. Let's go! Kipz, start with a tackle."

Kipz ran forth and lunged forward, but the Bulbasaur side stepped the Mudkip and countered with a light tackle of his own, swinging its body weight into the smaller Pokemon. As Mudkip was reeling from the impact, the Bulbasaur let out a ferocious growl, sending the Mudkip into a state of weakness. It was clearly intimidated and the Bulbasaur had claimed the upper hand. The Bulbasaur charged forward, the Mudkip still fatigued from the barrage of attacks.

A light bulb went off as a small gleam of light illuminated the area. Kipz was standing a small mud puddle. "Kipz! Use Mud slap!" As the Bulbasaur was seconds away from impact, Kipz kicked up a wave of mud, slapping the Bulbasaur right in the face. Mud obscured it's vision, keeping the Bulbasuar at bay for a moment, giving Mudkip time to recover from the onslaught. The Bulbasaur attempted another lounge, and Kipz didn't need orders reading his master's mind. Another slap of mud bashed against the Bulbasaur. Time and time again the Bulbasaur attempted to plow the Mudkip with attacks and each one became a greater miss than the next. The mud prevented the Bulbasaur from seeing the light of day. Blind, confused and defenseless, it was Dash's time to strike and claim victory.

"Right! Kipz! Use tackle and take him down!" Kipz unleashed a vicious tackle, bringing the Bulbasaur down into the mud. "Great job!" With success flooding his mind, Dash snatched a Pokeball from his (dirty) bag and threw it at the Bulbasaur.

It was now up to fate if Dash would catch his first Pokemon in this new game.

OOC: Probably not good for Bulbasaur, but its worth a try xD

moon · Apr 26, 2012

VIKING
→ pallet town / route 1

"So, you must be the tutorial then?" the girl said, cocking her head to the side. "Took you long enough. What am I supposed to do now?"

Viking raised his eyebrows. Well that was a weird response from an AI controlled NPC, he thought. Then some other thoughts dawned to him. Either, this girl was someone who he was supposed to control; to "help" so to say. Maybe he'd learn something from it. Maybe she was that tutorial, even. Thinking about it, no such thing had started when he had finished reading the letter. Unless the whole episode with Rattata and Charmander was that. Another thought was that this girl might be like him, a human... maybe he could pretend that he was an in-game NPC AND use her for his own good AND have some fun at the same time? A small smile spread across his lips at the thought. Rosa had never been the kindest of girls and here was an opportunity to do something that maybe wasn't kind - and she had always liked to have fun and this certainly would be fun.

"Of course I am," Viking therefore answered her with a bored look and stopped walking just two meters away from her. "I'm not like those generic, boring tutorial people in the old games though. Those who tell you to press START or read every sign you see. This is a modern game, see? So you just do what I say now and you'll be fine."

With that, he resumed his walking north, but realized after a few seconds that the girl had been heading south before their encounter. If she was a human like him... maybe she was looking for professor Oak? Hm, he might as well spare her the effort. He didn't want to her drag him all the way through Pallet, again.

"To start off, we'll not be going to the Lab; we're going back through Route 1 now. Professor Oak is not in the lab; not even the assistants know where he is. So it's no use. Viridian City, though, lies not too far to the north and there's probably a gym and a pokémon center there. They are much more useful for a trainer than an old geezer like Oak."

He turned his head around ever so slightly, to see if she believed him or not.

Skymin · Apr 27, 2012

AzureRockets
Route 1
Chapter I, Part III

"Oh. Right," Azure said, making a face. Of course, Professor Oak needed a parcel delivered which you got from Viridian Market, if she remembered correctly. Either that, or as soon as you took a step into Route One, he stopped you and told you grass was dangerous and that you'd probably die by getting eaten to death by Ratattas if you took another step. Only that Azure already had a Pokémon. Unless Oak gave her another? A Charmander would be cool. That was the one Bronwyn always picked in the the Kanto games since Charizard was obviously the coolest Pokémon ever. "Won't the gym be closed?"

She wasn't sure whether to rely totally on her knowledge of the old Pokémon games or try and play it like a 13 year old Pokémon trainer would. Would this game be exactly like Red or Green or Blue or Yellow Or FireRed or LeafGreen or some other ridiculous combination? Orwas it entirely new? The tutorial guy did say it was a modern game after all.

She shrugged, reminiding herself she thought things through a little too much and followed this guy. God, his hair was weird. And cool. Maybe she could catch a Pidgey or something boring in Route One.

"What kind of tutorial is this gonna be, anyway?"

Legend · Apr 27, 2012

(OOC: Skipped ahead a bit in terms of time. I like beginning posts in medias res sometimes. xD)

Dash
-> Route 1 and and entering Pallet Town

"No, no. I have to name her something!"

"Kip!"

"Clearly you don't understand the importance of nicknames. A nickname signifies the bond between trainer and Pokemon, as well as should be representative of the Pokemon's personality."

"Mudkip….." Kipz sighed, as if he was disappointed in his trainer. After all, his name was not too representative of his personality, being named after a joke. Around him, was a jolly Bulbasaur, hopping around as if she was dancing celebrating the company of two new friends.

Dash, on the other hand, sat on a rock playing with his rainbow colored Pokedex. He never actually took the time to sit down and mess around with the features of his equipment, far too distracted by the vivid game world he was involved in and getting right into business. Catching his Bulbasaur was hard work and a break was well deserved. It was often that Dash enjoyed learning things on the job, while playing the game or simply by doing things. Learning through experience was often the best to learn, and you don't do that by reading a manuel. Not like there was one after all. To Dash's knowledge, there were no screens or menus and everything was done in real time, including battles. This of course meant there wasn't a pause screen and likely statistics and the like probably didn't exist too. But that might have been pushing things. There was no way to confirm that for sure.

"Well, looks like I will name you Bulbasaur….Pinkie Pie? Nah, that is too long to say. Pie is food, good food I might add, and I rather not name you that. I'll get hungry otherwise. No, that name won't work either," Dash said, crossing names off in his head. "Well, for now. I guess I will name you…Pinkie. Not my best name, but it will have to do for now."

"Bulba!" the grass Pokemon replied happily. Maybe the Pokemon liked the name after all.

"Glad you like it. Now you two…get in your Pokeballs. I don't want you wandering around while I try to figure out what to do," Dash held out two Pokeballs and in a subtle flash of light, the two Pokemon were absorbed in without fail. Dash clicked the two balls onto his belt and leaned back on the rock staring up into the sky, watching the clouds drift around through the canopy of trees. The Pokedex wasn't much help, and only reminded him of what his Pokemon could do and such. Types, height, weight etc. Mostly useless, egghead information. Sitting back up, Dash went through his bag again and pulled out the letter. He held on to it, if only because he thought it would be an event item later. You could never be too sure in games these days.

Dash quickly reviewed the letter, his face twisting around out of boredom. "Well, that wasn't too useful. It seems I got three options: Go to Viridian City, stick around here for a bit longer, or head to Pallet Town. I am tempted to head to Viridian, but I could be missing something in Pallet if I get ahead of myself. You do start the games in Pallet, so I may as well check it out. Heck, if I am lucky, I may get a neat item for checking out since most people who play this wouldn't bother going back. Hehe, I am so smart. Or I just play too many games…well…whatever," Dash said with a shrug as he jumped off the small rock he perched on.

"But which way do I go?" Dash said after taking a few steps in a random direction. After catching Pinkie, Dash did not particularly spend any thought in which way he began to walk. He was well aware he was off the main road, which he had followed earlier and used as his guide. But now, the main road was replaced with grass, trees, and some dirt. Not exactly a fair trade for a man with a not so great internal compass. "Well, doodie. Wait…a minute!" A lightbulb flashed in his head. Pulling out the letter again, Dash reviewed the first few lines. "The Pokedex should have a compass right….here." Fiddling around with his expensive technology assistant (who was less chatty and argumentative than Kipz), Dash found the built in compass. Waving it around to figure it out how it worked (Dash was used to GPS not a compass), Dash finally figured at least where to go. Generally speaking.

Several bumps into trees later and two dates with the dirt in front of him, a slightly dirty but still awesome Dash reached the outskirts of Pallet Town. Far closer to the anime equivalent (from what Dash could remember, at it has been years since he watched the show), Dash was a bit amazed at the size. It was actually a town, not 4 buildings that housed a population of like 10 people comfortably (considering two of the houses were owned by the PC and his/her rival. Where the other 8 or people sleep? In the lab? Or somewhere else? Nasty thoughts. Moving on).

"So now where do I go?" Dash stared at his compass more. "This guy isn't helping. I need a map or a hint. Or a clue. Anything." Dash decided to continue walking south, paying no heed to the girl who screamed at him about signs and how useful they were. Though….maybe she was on to something? Nah, never mind. That involved more reading than he wanted to do. "Hey, excuse me, sir. Any idea where I can find Oak's lab?"

"It's down that way, son. Has your mother seen your hair?"

"Yeah, no. And it's about 20% cooler than it used to be, Thanks, old timer."

With that, Dash ran off towards the lab. Hopefully it would be worth it.

moon · Apr 28, 2012

VIKING

→ route 1

The girl seemed to accept Viking's un-game-like explanation and followed him. He snickered without her seeing. A stupid little girl who cared more about her looks than about the world around her, hm? Just like most girls in Rosa's class. The rebellious girl had done all kinds of things to make those girls find her exciting and crazy - that was the way she made friends. Although, 'friends' for her was some people that were more or less useful at the time, not someone to actually like and get liked by in return. Viking felt the same but... but different now. Being a boy all of a sudden made him a bit confused about how he could and should act. He tried not to think about it, since he would seem silly if he did. He also tried not to think about the fact that they were inside a game... and didn't even know how to get the menu up. But here he seemed to have met another human player. At least from the way she spoke, sounding like she was expecting everything to be like in Pokémon Red or Yellow. Viking had learned that things weren't at all like that; the professor was gone and forest fires could start. And villagers bullied wild pokémon.

He sighed as he and the blue haired girl walked through Route 1. What a twisted game world it was. He suddenly wondered a little about what Viridian would look like. Would the game keep the simple design from the old games? Then again, Pallet Town had been very different. Viridian was probably made to look more realistic as well. At least like in the anime. Well, he still wasn't hungry nor tired, so he didn't have an acute need to exit the game yet. Rosa had started it up because she wanted to play, after all.

After just a few minutes of walking, the girl spoke up. "What kind of tutorial is this gonna be, anyway?"

Viking stopped and thought quickly. Right... he should make her do stuff. Just for fun. A grin came over his face, but he wiped it off before he turned around to face the girl. The girl. He couldn't just go around calling her that. He wanted her to know his name after all, no? He wanted everyone to know his name, if he was to become a strong trainer eventually. No matter if it was inside a game or for real... he wasn't really sure anymore.

"First, you have to tell me your name. And you have to remember mine. It's Viking."

He turned to glance at his surroundings. A small field with very tall grass and some bushes were to the west of the road. Some 50 meters away, the forest began. There would surely be some wild pokémon here, if this game was anything like in the trailers.

"Secondly, you have to capture a wild pokémon. I'm not going to show you how... because you should learn by doing." He smiled a little, with a sly look. "You know the basics though, right? Weaken the pokémon, throw the pokéball... and they should live in tall grass. I'll wait here until you've captured something." He sat down on a big rock beside the road and looked at the girl expectantly. This would be very interesting to watch.

Miss Doronjo · Apr 28, 2012

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WOOOOSH ran a person who almost made Nabooru tumble as she walked. Nabooru blinked. She had never saw a person move so quickly before. In fact, why would they? She pulled herself together as she proceeded to Oak's Lab. Soon she noticed an energetic boy, with... rainbow hair. Wait a minute, rainbow hair? What on earth? Nabooru always dyed her hair green, but rainbow? Isn't that a little much?

"Gosh, his hair looks like a rainbow cotton candy," she chuckled. "Maybe if I'm lucky, he'll let me lick it off!"

"Ee~!" (I bet it will taste good~!)

Of course, as she noticed that the boy ran towards Oak's Lab, it was pretty coincidental - she was heading for the same place. Hm, she then thought. Perhaps he's a fairy tale that arose from my favourite dragon story? She then chuckled once more as soon, she was near the laboratory as well.

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Rokusasu · Apr 28, 2012

Prince, Route 1 Part II
Prince continued on, wondering why it was taking so long for him to traverse a route that usually took less than two minutes, depending on how many Pokémon jumped out at him. He twirled his parasol as he moved, the black lace trim becoming more of a jagged blur the faster he spun the handle. With no warning, a bundle of feathers came hurtling towards him; unlike with the mart representative, he was prepared and did not disgrace himself quite so spectacularly on this occasion.

"Ugh," he spluttered, straightening no sooner had he gotten back on his feet. He reached for his belt, made the Pokéball bigger and tossed it into the air. "Take care of this for me," instructed the boy as the purple baby Pokémon greeted him cheerily. "I have to salvage my poor, poor nail."

Smoochum was left facing the Pidgey as her trainer took refuge beneath a tree and proceeded to pull out the make-up bag from his suitcase. Being only a young thing, she had barely any idea as to how battling worked - Pokémon had an innate ability to take instruction from their trainers, though some had personalities which conflicted with this. Smoochum on the other hand, was willing to listen but not able to take the initiative, which was the main factor that caused her to squeal as Pidgey crashed into her.

"Smoo!" her cry earned her not even a single bat of Prince's long lashes; his lips were pursed into a miniature 'o' shape as he concentrated on filing his nail. She scrunched up her face, drew a stubby arm back and charged at the Pidgey, which promptly flapped its wings and left the ground, rendering her face-first in the dirt. It cooed mockingly upon landing, and began pecking at the stones at its feet.

"That's enough," Prince's icy tone met Smoochum's ears; she opened her eyes and stared up at her trainer. "Smoochum, you will not be humiliated by this flying rat - do you hear me? No Pokémon of mine shall ever lose."

"Smoochum," she groaned, but nevertheless picked herself up and readjusted her stance. "Smoo!"

"That's better," he nodded. "Now let's see... Smoochum, use Pound!"

Spurred on by her will to live up to her trainer's expectations - and feeling slightly better that he hadn't abandoned her completely - she released one of the most adorable battle cries that Prince had heard and charged at the Pidgey. When it attempted to hover again she saw it, and leapt off the ground to deliver a blow that brought it back down again. Prince's Pokédex was now in his hand - there was no way Lick would work on Pidgey so Pound would have to do in order to defeat it.

"Another Pound, while it's down!"

Pidgey attempted to scrabble at the earth with its talons, but could not get a decent Sand Attack ready by the time Smoochum's purple arm collided with it for a second time. Smoochum waddled up to Prince and giggled - well, as close to a giggle that a Pokémon could make, anyhow. The Pidgey was no longer moving, but instinct informed Prince that she had not killed it. As real as this world seemed, there were still mechanics identical to the handheld games.

"Return," he said simply, despite her smile and expectantly pleasant demeanour. He sniffed haughtily and continued moving. There were people milling about, but he avoided them. Most likely they would want to harass him with a battle, and he did not feel like battling until Smoochum was fully healed (nor did he want to waste a potion on her). Prince began humming to himself, and then he caught sight of something in the grass ahead.

"Rattata," he mused. "Those are fairly weak... I bet I could get Smoochum to defeat it no problem, and maybe she'll learn an attack that will own those pathetic noobs." Yes, the sooner Smoochum learned an ice attack, the better. There were bugs in the forest, not to mention Brock would no doubt be waiting for him in Pewter - the sooner he got a badge the better.

"Okay," Prince's voice was low now, he wanted to get a pre-emptive strike on the Normal-type. "Go get it! Pound, again!"

Smoochum materialised and seemed to have heard his words from inside the Pokéball. She whispered her name and tiptoed towards Rattata. With a loud cry she struck, causing Rattata to shriek and dart towards Prince. Yet again he was bowled over, and on this occasion managed to spill the contents of his case - he hadn't done it up properly! Smoochum pursued her quarry in an almost Benny Hill fashion, but Rattata seemed more interested in the strange-smelling things that were scattered across the ground. "Get it!" howled Prince, and oh, how hard she tried! Rattata had something in its mouth, and a swift strike from Smoochum suddenly caused it to disappear.

At first Prince thought it was one of his beauty products, but then his heart all but stopped when he saw the Pokéball lying on the ground. It wobbled from side to side, Rattata fighting against its prison.

"Escape damn you!" he hissed, on his knees and trying to recover the contents of his case. "If you stay in there, I'm not going to be happy!"

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