The Sanctuare Region
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Name: Carl
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Pokemon: Phantump, Kakuna
I like how different the dex is and how it kinda matches the story
Looking foward to it c:
Name: Carl
Class: Begginer Trainer
Biography (optional): Every region needs some noobs c:
Pokemon: Phantump, Kakuna
I like how different the dex is and how it kinda matches the story
Looking foward to it c:
A strange black bird pokemon has arrived at the window of Mr. Large, bearing with it a tightly bound letter bearing the official seal of the neighbouring Oceia region.
Regarding Diplomacy between Sanctuare and Oceia
To the Esteemed Mr. Large
Signed,
G. Pie
G. Pie, President of the Oceia Region.
I would like to begin this letter by formally thanking the Sanctuare Region for its warning of the approaching toxic waste. The west of Oceia houses an important ecological feature under the sea and I would not see harm come to it lightly. To this nature I would like to also extend my gratitude for your kind offer to sell us a water purifier to remedy the problem you have created for our region's ecological health.
However, I would also like to remind you that it is generally poor form, politically or otherwise, to create a problem and then expect payment for you to fix it. I give you this advice in the hopes that it will improve your relations with foreign nations in the future as the Oceia Region would not like to see the political relations of its neighbour fall into a potentially volatile situation simply because of poor manners.
This aside, I do not wish to see diplomatic relations between our nations damaged in the future. So, having recently become aware of your interest in importing some of Oceia's native pokemon, I have prepared for you a counter offer. Oceia is willing to provide you with a small number of one evolutionary line in exchange for your water purifier under the proviso that the creatures will be kept in a contained zoo or safari zone that will prevent them from further corrupting your already troubled ecosystem and prevent your ecosystem from harming them. Any other conditions would be extremely inhumane given the polluted state of Sanctuare.
Please respond to this message as soon as is possible lest Oceia have to resort to other means of protecting our own delicate ecosystem.
However, I would also like to remind you that it is generally poor form, politically or otherwise, to create a problem and then expect payment for you to fix it. I give you this advice in the hopes that it will improve your relations with foreign nations in the future as the Oceia Region would not like to see the political relations of its neighbour fall into a potentially volatile situation simply because of poor manners.
This aside, I do not wish to see diplomatic relations between our nations damaged in the future. So, having recently become aware of your interest in importing some of Oceia's native pokemon, I have prepared for you a counter offer. Oceia is willing to provide you with a small number of one evolutionary line in exchange for your water purifier under the proviso that the creatures will be kept in a contained zoo or safari zone that will prevent them from further corrupting your already troubled ecosystem and prevent your ecosystem from harming them. Any other conditions would be extremely inhumane given the polluted state of Sanctuare.
Please respond to this message as soon as is possible lest Oceia have to resort to other means of protecting our own delicate ecosystem.
Signed,
G. Pie
G. Pie, President of the Oceia Region.
Regarding the Pokemon Frenzy
To the Esteemed Mr. Large
Signed,
G. Pie
G. Pie, President of the Oceia Region.
The Oceia region extends its heartfelt condolences as to the fates of the technicians you sent as part of the dive team and regret as to the deaths of your transport crew also.
Just as has been the case in Santuare as of late, the Oceia region too is experiencing an unprecedented wave of attacks and we are beginning to fear that this could result in very serious repercussions for our region as well as to others who may be affected. For this reason we would like to extend our cooperation to Santuare and request yours in turn in dealing with this outbreak of horrendous attacks.
Just as has been the case in Santuare as of late, the Oceia region too is experiencing an unprecedented wave of attacks and we are beginning to fear that this could result in very serious repercussions for our region as well as to others who may be affected. For this reason we would like to extend our cooperation to Santuare and request yours in turn in dealing with this outbreak of horrendous attacks.
Signed,
G. Pie
G. Pie, President of the Oceia Region.
Regarding the Pokemon Frenzy
To the Esteemed Mr. Large
Signed,
G. Pie
G. Pie, President of the Oceia Region.
Please use this shipment of milk vine wisely as the plant is quite rare even in a region with fewer pollution problems such as our own. In the meantime a more permanent solution is being worked on, we ask only that you continue to distract this presence behind the attacks and keep us informed as we appear to know less of it that you do.
Signed,
G. Pie
G. Pie, President of the Oceia Region.
High above the sky's of sanctuare, General Tíomaint of the Dueala sat upon a mega Pidgeot, held in the birds talons was a bisharp, accompanied by five pawniards.
Behind him were two more Mega-Pidgeot's, each holding the same load, each gholding a human general on their back... and behind those were Seven more regular Pidgeot, each holding an individual bisharp in their talons. They flew high above the clouds, using the stench of pollution to decide when they would plummet.
"SIR!" One man called through the clouds. "ISN'T BYNAR DESTROYED?! MR. LARGE DEAD?! WHY-"
"DO NOT QUESTION ORDERS SOLDIER!" Tíomaint snarled and looked forward as they grey nearer to the drop zone. "THIS REGION HAS POLLUTED AND DESTROYED THE BALANCE TOO MUCH! WE WILL FREE THE INNOCENTS OF THIS PLACE! WE WILL CURE THIS LOCATION OF ITS FILTH AND STOP IT FROM MAKING ANY MORE "MISTAKES""
"SIR, YES SIR!"
The smog turned slightly more purple below them, it was time. The group placed gas masks on their face... the Heiwa region would not take direct part in the war, but they were more than willing to sell beneficial items to their long standing allies, these gas masks were not technologically advanced enough to be hacked, but they would protect against the smog. The Pidgeots would not be below the clouds long enough for the smog to take effect, so there was no need to protect them... the Bisharp being steel type, would not be effected by the fumes at all.
DROP! DROP NOW!
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The people of Sanctuare would gasp in shock as from the clouds a team of ten Pidgeots, with three mega, plunged down upon them, in a single fell swoop their passengers were dropped to the ground in the center of Sanctuare's seat of power... The Bisharp immediately got to work, with extreme coordination they and their pawniards knocked out any opposing pokémon with merciless precission. It all happened so quickly that nobody could do anything to stop it.
"PEOPLE OF SANTUARE! RETURN YOUR POKÉMON TO THEIR POKÉBALLS AND MOVE TO FOLLOW US TO THE COASTLINE! YOU WILL BE SAVED FROM YOUR POLLUTED WORLD AND GIVEN PEACE AT LAST!" Theo cried as he and his fellow men ordered people to leave, those whom were less compliant were dealt with by the bisharp hoard... above him, more troops of Pidgeot were dropping down into the region at different location, legions of Bisharp were being dropped in so quickly that the Pidgeots were out of range with their mach speeds before they could be targeted.
Theo thought to himself... was this the right decision? Bynar was destroyed... but the champion was right, as long as knowledge of it existed it would happen again, as long as Sanctuare was allowed to operate? The balance would be threatened. They would evacuate the innocents... put an end to the guilty... and cleanse Sanctuare of it's poisonous ways.
The balance would be maintained... and as The Champion and his Strike force prepared to attack from yet another angle, Theo nodded resolutely as he swore to follow his leaders orders to the bitter end.
As the large winged pokémon swept down, a massive blue pokémon with sharpened arms and a snarling maw charged ferociously.
"Garchomp! Wait!"
Tíomaint looked into The Serapharch's eyes and saw... a plea. What on Earth? What was this pokémon? What did it want? He had little time to consider before the sky began to rain down. Chunks of rock from the shield only just created began to fall and crush the inhabitants of the land around them. This was horrible, innocent people were dying.
"Damn it all woman, there's no time for talk! We have to-"
"Help me! Mommy!"
Tíomaint's head turned quickly, a young girls leg was crushed beneath metal and she couldn't move, a large chunk of rock was falling towards her at high speeds. It would end her short life in an instant. He had to do something.
"Garchomp now! Activate!" Tíomaint grabbed the bobble tying his hair together and let the ragged mess fall down, he clutched the glowing stone in the air tie and hopped on the already running Garchomps back as he was engulfed in a bright light. As the light faded Mega-Garchomp arrived by the girls side and began to violently slash at the metal, trying to cut off unnecessary chunks as Tíomaint desperately tried to pull the heavy piece out of the ground in order to free the girls leg.
"HAAAA! GRAAAAAHHHH!" The piece falling above the three of them wasn't slowing down... and there was nothing he could do to stop it, they'd never get out of the way in time... clutching Garchomp tightly as he moved against his trainer, Tíomaint waited for a violent end.
But it did not come... instead a blue light engulfed the area and Tíomaint opened his eyes in amazement to see the Champion of Dúlra standing beside him. The young man had grit his teeth as he held his hands skyward, a magnificent blue light emanated from him as he held the debris, suspended above them all, with the power of his aura... standing beside him was a mega Lucario, doing the same action.
"T.... Theo... get these people... away from here! Now!"
"B-but sir..."
"GO THEO! THAT'S AN ORDER!"
"Y-yessir..."
Running back to The Serapharch and the woman upon it Tíomaint cried out.
"MOVE! EVERYBODY MOVE NOW!"
He and his fellow generals began to escort people out of the collapsing debris, Viesna and Evienne arrived at that moment... Greninja and Lucario by their sides as their Aura Guardian uniforms still looked slightly unused. Their pokémon and they themselves rose their hands skyward as the aura energy increased, the rocks falling downward became suspended by a blue glow and began to gently lower themselves to the ground. But these aura guardians were not alone. Land Strategy - A Block, was in effect... and unbeknownst to everyone but the champion... every Bisharp, pawniard and Pidgeot still in the field was Auric Enhanced. Together they rose their hands, claws, paws and wings skyward and lowered every rock down to the ground until it was safe.
Panting and out of breath, the Champion turned to his Aura Guardians and spoke.
"Evacuate any and all pokémon and people still present in the city."
"What about you...?" His Lucario telepathically asked him as he returned to his base form. The Champion was a masterful Aura Guardian... one of the finest in his craft. he could speak to his pokémon using telepathy at will.
"I still have to stop this. I won't let them get away. Beedrill!"
The champion grabbed his Mega Locket and the beedrill that now flew down after orbitting the city for hours transformed into a larger form in a flash of light. It wrapped it's two stingers around the champions body and lifted him, in a flash he was carried skyward, in hot pursuit of the barely visible helicopter.
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The vehicle was fast, but Mega Beedrill was faster. For all that speed however, he couldn't destroy the copter by himself.
However that didn't matter, this scientist should have plot their course better, for all of her intelligence she had made her escape by flying directly over Dúlra to wherever her destination lay. He could do it here, he could initiate "Protocol G".
He flew directly in front of the helicopter and glared directly through the front window, his eyes almost seemed to glow with hatred. His aura was red and it flowed and ebbed with energy as his mind made contact, as it made a request, a humble request of a being far beyond his understanding. It hurt to even make contact, so he only sent four words before he was completely drained of all energy.
"She. Threatens. Your. Home."
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The Champion fell unconscious and his beedrill desperately rushed away, carrying his limp body.
At first, nothing happened. The helicopter kept flying over Dúlra... but that did not last. The sky grew dark, not clouds but some... strange darkness covered the sky. Red lightning thrashed downwards from the clouds and illuminated the oceans surrounding Dúlra. The very air... no, the matter in the area a few feet in front of the helicopter began to crack, shatter almost... like glass the very existence, the very particles that made up the relative space before the escaping scientists began to just... break.
The Sky's shuddered and an unnatural, ungodly roar pierced the entire World and reality shook in its wake. Pure rage, aggression, hatred... it was all embodied in that cry that broke through the cracks, that shattered reality above Dúlra. It rung in their minds, it's tongue turned to whatever language they knew best as it spoke to them in their very souls. They would fall to pure freezing of the spirit as a voice only describable as demonic made contact.
"STOP. EXISTING."
Beyond the now gaping hole in space and time was nothing but darkness... and from that darkness two piercing red eyes opened. There was such anguish in their stare that even the greatest of optimists would wish for the world to end.
And then they came.
Six dark tendrils tipped with claws of glowing dark red energy struck outwards, they grasped the helicopter tightly and pulled it towards the gaping hole. Only screams and the sound of desperately struggling metal were heard as the vehicle was pulled closer and closer to that abyss. It roared again, it's voice split hairs and it's intent crushed spirit... yet still this metal vehicle resisted, making the process slow yet gradual.
It was at the brink when the demonic tendrils pulled the helicopter beyond the threshold and into a World of pure distortion. The beast would not kill them, it would merely leave them there... to struggle and die of there own merit. It had them now, they were in his domain. They would not threaten his home.
And the skies cleared, the lightning ceased... and the gaping hole in existence closed, muffling the desperate screams of those whom had tried to harm the balance.
And all was peaceful.
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Back in Sanctuare, all was safe. Many machines and buildings had been destroyed... but somehow the loss of life had been minimum. Theo sat down on a rock and sighed, whatever happened to those scientists didn't concern him. It had been a quick battle, but they had won.
He supposed it would be up to him to deal with the people of Sanctuare from that point forward, whatever they had to say.
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Regarding Diplomacy between Sanctuare and Oceia
To the New Leadership of the Sanctuare Region
Signed,
G. Pie
G. Pie, President of the Oceia Region.
It is not without joy that I hear of the abolition of the AF Large Corporation and the end of its tyrannical reign over the region of Santuare, although we of the Oceia region express deep regret over the many casualties that were inflicted upon Sanctuare.
In light of the change in government you have experienced and the losses of both life and infrastructure that have occurred, I will greatly extend aide to the citizens of Santuare that are in need. Even as you read this letter, a ship is departing from Circin City stocked with food, water, clothes and blankets. In addition to this we are sending several medical and construction professionals to attend to the wounded and aid in the reconstruction of damaged cities.
As for the Snowster and Blizlock, we are deeply saddened that these rare pokemon met their ends in such a way. Still, we will not hold you responsible for the unfortunate but likely necessary actions of the Dulran military. Considering the current state of things, we would very much like to see the remaining Snowster and Blizlock returned to Oceia via the same ship we are sending to you.
I and the remainder of my government look forward to continuing to forge a healthy relationship with the new Sanctuare Region.
In light of the change in government you have experienced and the losses of both life and infrastructure that have occurred, I will greatly extend aide to the citizens of Santuare that are in need. Even as you read this letter, a ship is departing from Circin City stocked with food, water, clothes and blankets. In addition to this we are sending several medical and construction professionals to attend to the wounded and aid in the reconstruction of damaged cities.
As for the Snowster and Blizlock, we are deeply saddened that these rare pokemon met their ends in such a way. Still, we will not hold you responsible for the unfortunate but likely necessary actions of the Dulran military. Considering the current state of things, we would very much like to see the remaining Snowster and Blizlock returned to Oceia via the same ship we are sending to you.
I and the remainder of my government look forward to continuing to forge a healthy relationship with the new Sanctuare Region.
Signed,
G. Pie
G. Pie, President of the Oceia Region.
In-Game Name: Lilah Mogonamy
Class: Dark Gym Leader
Biography: Born in Connetscot State, she lived a flourish, rich life. With a father as its governor who built a castle? Lilah had it all. Well, almost all. She find herself getting bored easily, spending her time playing the piano instead until she got into Pokemon Battles, it did brought her joy until she became a Gym Leader. There were people that said her father was the one who gave her the position with his power, bribing the officials to make sure she got it. Lilah didn't like it. Understandably, that strained their relationship, which wasn't really all that good at the beginning anyway. Even so with the rumors either out of jealousy or spite out there, it didn't matter; she has proven enough that she really deserves to be a Gym Leader, especially without her father's "help".
Additional Information: The laid-back girl who's very nonchalant. She didn't like how Sanctuare was before the Dulrians came, now she has no opinions on it until later future. Though if someone did offer to change regions, Lilah would reject. Sanctuare is still the region she is born to, it's still her home. She may help the renovation, however she'll leave it up to the others most of the time due to her nonchalance.
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The Arrival
Off the coast of the Santuare region, in the now somewhat less purple water surrounding the region, several large Oceian ships approached the nearest harbour as they prepared to drop so soldiers could disembark to lend aid to the region.
The jobs of those on board were twofold, but simple. The first, smaller group, containing primarily aid workers and medics was to contribute to Santuare's rebuilding efforts and help transport goods such as food and blankets to areas still in need. The second, larger group, consisted only of combat-ready soldiers. There job was to help defend Santuare's borders from the incoming clone army so the natives could worry about their other problems, for if Oceia was in danger then the nearby Santuare was also at risk.
On board the lead vessel, a naval commander kept tabs on Orcadow, Cetassion and Pilucerous - native Oceian pokemon - that were keeping an eye out for enemy activity below the waves through monitoring equipment. Upon assessing that there was no immediate threat in the area, he pressed a few buttons to open communications with the Santuarians
"This is Sigma Fleet from Oceia requesting permission to dock. Help has arrived."
The jobs of those on board were twofold, but simple. The first, smaller group, containing primarily aid workers and medics was to contribute to Santuare's rebuilding efforts and help transport goods such as food and blankets to areas still in need. The second, larger group, consisted only of combat-ready soldiers. There job was to help defend Santuare's borders from the incoming clone army so the natives could worry about their other problems, for if Oceia was in danger then the nearby Santuare was also at risk.
On board the lead vessel, a naval commander kept tabs on Orcadow, Cetassion and Pilucerous - native Oceian pokemon - that were keeping an eye out for enemy activity below the waves through monitoring equipment. Upon assessing that there was no immediate threat in the area, he pressed a few buttons to open communications with the Santuarians
"This is Sigma Fleet from Oceia requesting permission to dock. Help has arrived."
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Name: Ammédi / Requiem
Species: Medicham
Class: Civilian
Summary: Ammédi was captured by a Pokémon poacher as a Meditite and was later bought by Eric, who gave him the name 'Requiem'. He experienced life in much the same way all other owned Pokémon in Sanctuare did-his trainer was never particularly cruel but the two certainly did not bond. Ammédi spent most of his time locked in his Pokéball, meditating. The implementation of the Pokémon Rights Act has flung the doors of opportunity wide open for him and he looks forward to becoming educated about all sorts of things. He still lives with Eric and works as a member of his team, but is interested in the possibility of becoming a coach himself.
Species: Medicham
Class: Civilian
Summary: Ammédi was captured by a Pokémon poacher as a Meditite and was later bought by Eric, who gave him the name 'Requiem'. He experienced life in much the same way all other owned Pokémon in Sanctuare did-his trainer was never particularly cruel but the two certainly did not bond. Ammédi spent most of his time locked in his Pokéball, meditating. The implementation of the Pokémon Rights Act has flung the doors of opportunity wide open for him and he looks forward to becoming educated about all sorts of things. He still lives with Eric and works as a member of his team, but is interested in the possibility of becoming a coach himself.
MANAGRIMM AND I ARE DOING COLLAB IN SANCTUARE GET HYPE
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Eric had a very particular image to uphold.
That image involved a great deal of black eyeliner, nail polish, and very occasionally lace. It involved style, not fashion - fashion was following a trend - and it involved clothes that slyly hugged toned, svelte curves.
As Eric lived in a two-room apartment and had a job that involved making sure a photo machine successfully spat out customer's photos, it also involved poor impulse control and clothing he really couldn't afford but kept buying anyway. That was to say nothing of the cost of cosmetics.
It wasn't that his head was empty or that he was oblivious to the strain on his wallet. It was that, wandering the smog-choked streets of Angel City, he just couldn't find the energy to care. Vanity didn't make him happy, but it gave him enough energy to pretend to be.
And if Eric could be said to be good at anything, it was pretending. When it came to acting, he was impeccable. When it came to beauty, he was stunning. When it came to presence, he was overwhelming.
These were his greatest faults.
Eric always wore a mask. It wasn't always the same mask. Oftentimes, he wore a mask of energy and charisma. Other times he wore a brooding mask to suit the gothic clubs he was so very fond of. Sometimes he wore the mask of sorrow to better manipulate others into doing as he wished. This deception came easily to him and there came a day when he realized none could see through his facade.
He began to resent this.
How could one call themselves his "friend" who merely knew him as a character he played? How could his family smile so pleasantly at him, who knew not their own son enough to tell when he spoke truly or when he became someone else? He became disconnected, disillusioned. People became tools or obstructions or playthings. His own body became a puppet.
He hurt, but no one could see him.
Sometimes, he felt like he couldn't see him either.
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Just so I can put it down. Will hopefully finish soon. You know my reasons Chess.
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Some time ago...
This room is suffocatingly dark. There are windows, yes, but they are shrouded in heavy black drapery. The only light source is a solemn Litwick flickering silently on a desk.A human stands in front of me. He is an adult, but a young one. His presence is commanding, poise perfect, appearance stunning. Like his windows he is shrouded in dark cloth, perfectly tailored to his figure. Lace accents his clothing while eyeliner accents his eyes, which are focused on me with an air of appraisal. One hand cradles his chin, the other loosely holds a PokéBall at his side.
Humans were not a common sight where I lived before. I do not know much about them, but they must vary wildly. This one is much different than the one who stole me away from my clan in Hoenn. I am not sure yet if this one is kind, but so far he is not cruel. His air of superiority does not sit well with me, but I have been taught to keep my thoughts hidden. I assume my usual position of meditation. It is a small comfort.
After a long moment, he tosses the PokéBall away. "It will do, I suppose."
I gather that "it" must be a reference to myself. How demeaning; as if I am incapable of hearing these words! He does not seem interested in me, even as he circles me. As he returns to my line of sight, he is holding something small and silver. "Stand up," he demands. "Hold your arms out to the sides, straight."
I would rather not comply. I do not know this person's intentions. However, I now know that it is easier to obey than withstand punishment. I have learned that many times over, recently. I stand slowly to do what I am told. He kneels beside me, extending a thin piece of the object and holding it up to various parts of me. After every action, he writes something down. His appraisal is objectifying, and I do not appreciate it. I know that I am tensing, as I was taught not to. I focus on breathing and begin to block out the physical world.
He finishes whatever he was doing, tossing aside the object in the same careless manner as he did the PokéBall earlier, which he now picks up. "Very well. I am done with you." He pauses, head tilted. "Your name is Requiem," he adds, almost as an afterthought. A click of the PokéBall drags me back into solitary stasis.
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I am let out to eat with another Pokémon. They do not speak. The food is hard, dry, processed. I do not like it, but I do not know if I will ever have anything beyond it and water. I am recalled after I finish.
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I am let out again. The room is as it has always been- dark, quiet, claustrophobic. I have not seen sky in who knows how long. The time I managed a glance through a window, I saw only smog. I miss the fresh air, the natural environment. I miss my berries; this food does little to nourish me.
The trainer is holding folded cloth in his hands. His eyes are appraising again. "This will at least make you presentable."
I look on in confusion as he unfolds the cloth. It is reminiscent of the trainer's own clothing but tailored perfectly to my own body. I have never worn clothing; it is not a custom my people have ever had need of. I think if I were to have chosen clothing, though, it would not be like this. My clothing would be colored like the leaves of trees or the rich brown of trunks and dirt. It would be loose around me, enough so that I am not restricted but not so much that I am hindered. It would not be… this.
I understand that I am meant to don the garment. I do not wish to. I remain seated and partially close my eyes. The trainer's lips curve down into a frown, his gaze hardens, and his posture becomes one of displeased authority rather than indifference.
"Put the clothes on, Requiem. We're going out."
Requiem. That is my name now. I had forgotten. It does not sound like me. My name is Ammédi; I will not answer to Requiem. I remain motionless and consider closing my eyes in true defiance, but I do not know what this trainer may do if I am not looking.
"You would rather rot in a PokéBall than go out?"
This gives me pause. Though I have seen no sky through his windows, nor anything natural in this place, perhaps going out would have a chance of respite from this darkness. Even if I am forced to wear these horrible clothes so that the darkness comes with me, at least I may see something comforting.
I sigh as I stand, keeping my eyes downcast, and hold out my hand. He hands me the clothing with a slight smile. I don the garments with deliberation and confusion. It takes me much longer than it would someone used to clothing.
"Wonderful," he says, seeming satisfied. He takes out my PokéBall and I am recalled.
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I materialize again in another place with similarly inspired decor. This is not a home; it seems to be a social gathering area. There are many humans here, and my trainer is acts completely different than before. He is no longer stern, displeased, or abrupt- he chats with everyone, smiling, laughing, flirting with men and women alike. He offers me drinks and snacks and acts as though we are good friends. I am baffled by this person. Why is he being kind now, in this place? I have not accepted anything he has offered me beyond water; I do not recognize most of it.
Again, a plate is offered to me. I begin to decline, but I stop when I smell the heavenly scent of fresh berries. I want them, oh, after so long without I desperately crave this real food. I reach for one, but hesitate, glancing toward my trainer for- permission? I chastise myself for deferring to him, but wait for his cue despite myself.
He tilts his head and raises an eyebrow, amused. "Is something wrong? If you want them, take it."
I slowly finish the motion of taking a berry, maintaining eye contact. I bite into it and the taste floors me. I haven't had this in far too long; my body is overjoyed and momentarily out of my control. I involuntarily close my eyes, my mouth twitching into a smile. My trainer is watching, emanating mild amusement. "You like that?"
I stop mid-chew, wide-eyed. I hadn't meant to show such emotions, not to him. But actions may not be taken back easily. I nod slowly and focus on the food rather than the human, taking slow and deliberate bites. I do not wish to interact with him more than necessary. I do not want him to know how I think or feel. I am under the impression that what he knows, he will use against me.
He tilts his head thoughtfully. "I'm going to start using you in battles," he purrs. No one else is standing close enough to hear them over the buzz of the club. "I'm going to take half the money you earn for me and put it in a little jar, just for you. If you lose me money, it will be subtracted from the jar. You can go into debt." He smiles. "You may buy what you like with the money, within reason. Including snacks."
I don't really understand what he is talking about, but I extrapolate that "money" can be exchanged for goods. That is all I need to understand. If that is how I can get real food, it will do. I nod. This is acceptable to me.
"Wonderful," he purrs, clapping his hands together as if sealing the deal. "You'll start training tomorrow, then."
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