myrrhman
Challenge God
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(OOC: Good lord I had a lot to say. Sorry about what you're about to read)
"All right, guys, lets split you up into groups." Mr. Rodgers, the Gym Teacher said. "Go, Dragonair!"
He lobbed the customary Pokeball into the air. The slender Pokemon burst out of the ball with a brilliant flash of blue light and cried its name.
"Dragonair! Make yourself straight!" Mr. Rodgers commanded.
The dragon Pokemon landed in a perfectly straight line. This was how teams were chosen. Everyone to one side of the Dragonair would be the Blue team, and everyone to the other would be the Red team. This time, Zero was part of the blue team.
"So, who wants to battle first?" Chelsea asked the small crowd. A couple of people shouted "Zero should go!" but everyone just ignored them. They all knew that the ultimate choice rested with Zero. If he wanted to go first, he would.
"Well, it looks like they're sending Dannewitz out." Zero stated, craning his neck over his team to see the reds. Sure enough, Dannewitz was making his way to the small square that the battler stands in. Dannewitz was generally regarded as the second best battler in the class, behind Zero.
"You know what? Georg, why don't you fight him." Zero decided. "I'm probably going to win if I fight him. Besides, its good practice for you. I'm not always going to be there to fight your tough battles. You guys need to fight some of them too."
"Whatever you say, Z" his tall, lanky friend responded. Georg was another one of Zero's close friends, but just didn't understand battling like Dannewitz did. Zero oftentimes thought that they were sort of a combined Zero. Dannewitz enjoyed Pokemon as much as Zero, and was a great battler. Georg, on the other hand, understood him the best. Georg was the only person (besides Chelsea usually) who could truly understand what was going on in Zero's head without words.
"Actually, I'm glad you made that decision." Mr. Rodgers said. He had apparently been listening in on the conversation. "Zero's right. He's not going to be there for you guys for much longer. Including this class. Zero, I have a note for you from Principal Steadman. You're wanted in his office."
Zero sighed in relief. A couple of his friends cheered for him, a couple of the kids said "finally, some muttered "good riddance", and Chelsea gave him a big hug. "I'm so proud of you." she said. Everyone knew what was happening.
Zero handed the three Pokeballs to Mr. Rodgers. Houndoom looked at him with a very sad face, Starmie, having no face and therefore unable to make facial expressions, was pointed straight at him. And of course, Drifblim was just sort of floating there. But Houndoom had enough expression for the three of them. They weren't going to see Zero for a very long time.
"Actually" Mr. Rodgers said, pushing the balls back to Zero, "you need to take these with you." This caught Zero off guard, a position he was rarely in. Students oftentimes got in trouble for letting their Pokemon out of the Gym. Surely he wasn't in trouble. Was he?
With a puzzled look on his face, Zero returned the Pokemon to their balls. He knew they hated it in there, but now he wasn't sure that he was getting his ID. He figured he should be on his best behavior, because the faculty might be holding his card from him, waiting to see how he reacted.
He knocked on the Principal's door. "Come in" a warm voice answered through the large oak door. Zero politely opened the door and stepped inside. He was really anxious when he saw his parents in the room, even more so when he saw his mother crying. But then he looked at his dad's face. A smile. What a relief. He was sure once again. He was getting his ID.
"Welcome, Chris, have a seat" Dr. Steadman said, gesturing to the middle of three armchairs facing his desk. "Mr. and Mrs. Jacobson, will you please?" he gestured again. The Jacobson family sat down at the desk and began listening to the Principal of the school.
"Now, as I'm sure you are aware, young Chris here has been chosen, due to his academic success and battling prowess, to represent Farragut, and really the whole state of Tennessee, as one of the few lucky trainers who receives their Trainer ID early. I understand your family must be very proud of you. But, and I'm sure I speak for them as well, you must be careful. You heard Mr. Ayala's speech in your first class. The world out there, despite all the joys of Pokemon, can be a very dark place. The criminal organization known as Team Globus is operating in every state, even Tennessee, I'm afraid."
Zero wasn't really even listening. He understood all this. He watched the news, listened to his parents talking at the dinner table, he knew all of this. He really wanted to get his trainer ID so he would be able to finally end these last minute lectures every adult seemed to be giving him. He was happy though. Ever since walking in the door, he realized that the meaning of bringing the Pokemon with him must mean that... he was taking these three Pokemon with him to start his journey. It really made sense. After all, the world out there was a very dark and dangerous place. It would make sense for him to take the Pokemon with him. That way, he would already have some experienced Pokemon with him from his very first step.
"So, why did I ask you to bring the Pokemon with you?" Steadman asked Zero. Zero's attention was fully on the Principal now. "Well, every trainer receiving their ID early is to be granted one of their SPB Pokemon as their first partner. But be warned. You may only take one of them with you, not all three. Make your choice carefully."
"ONE? Are you serious? But I've bonded with all of these guys!" Zero shouted. He was furious. There was no way that they were going to separate his team from him. They all worked in harmony. They were all so different, but combined they made the perfect team. How could he make this decision? He shouldn't have to!
"I was afraid you would react this way. Well, lets put it this way. Every six weeks, as you should well know from your time here, the Pokemon offered for a SPB team are returned into the pool. You, being the top student in the class, always had first pick for your three Pokemon, and as a result, these three have been together for a long time. However, you can either take one of the three with you, or none of the three. If you choose the latter, they will all be returned to the pool. And I'm sure that plenty of trainers that don't understand friendship and bonding like you do would love to have any of these Pokemon on their team. They think that the Pokemon's pure power is what wins battles. What I'm trying to say is, if you don't take one of them with you, they'll get separated anyway. So, you might as well take one with you. You can't have all three, because it is customary for a trainer to start with only one Pokemon. Giving you all three would be doing all the past trainers, including your parents and myself, an injustice. I can tell that you're taking this hard, so I'll give you until tomorrow morning to make your decision. Sleep on it, and come back to me first thing in the morning. I'll hand you your trainer ID then."
Everyone stood up. The meeting was apparently over. Zero was going to need a long time to think this one over. did he take Drifblim, the stoic flying tank? Or did he take the energetic Houndoom, who despite only being able to learn a few types of attacks, could really pack a punch. And then there was always Starmie. Starmie, the expressionless starfish that could win a fight against Pokemon much larger than it.
Before he knew it, he was eating dinner. Dinner was silent tonight, his parents understood that he needed some time to himself. Then, he was crawling into bed, still without an answer. Looks like this was going to be a last minute decision. Zero slept well, knowing that if his decision was this hard, any of the Pokemon would make an excellent choice. Everything was going to be all right.
He awoke the next morning, in quite the happy mood. Today was the day. He jumped down the stairs to the smell of delicious pancakes. Clearly his mom understood his mood today.
"Well, honey, did you make your decision?" she asked, right as Zero shoved a particularly first bite into his mouth. Unable to speak, he simply shrugged. He really needed to make a decision.
Reaching into his backpack, he pulled out a Pokeball at random. Swallowing, he released the Pokemon from its container.
"Well, Orion, looks like its going to be you and me for a bit." he told the starfish. He had chosen Starmie. It was a bit of an unorthodox way of choosing, but it would work. Besides, he thought he might be able to go back during the summer holidays and ask his teachers if he could use the other two members of his team. He didn't want to go back halfway through the semester, that might break apart someone's team, but after the school year ended, that could work right there. Grinning as he finished the last of his pancakes, he walked out the door, releasing his other two Pokemon from their Pokeballs. Walking with them out of their balls was the least he could do for them.
"Blitz, Sentinel, I'm going to miss you guys. I'm going on an adventure with Orion. But, I promise you, I'm going to be back for the two of you. You just wait." he told his Pokemon. Drifblim stared ahead, calm as ever, and Houndoom jumped up on him and gave him a nick lick on the face. Clearly they were holding him to his word. The four friends began their walk to school.
"All right, guys, lets split you up into groups." Mr. Rodgers, the Gym Teacher said. "Go, Dragonair!"
He lobbed the customary Pokeball into the air. The slender Pokemon burst out of the ball with a brilliant flash of blue light and cried its name.
"Dragonair! Make yourself straight!" Mr. Rodgers commanded.
The dragon Pokemon landed in a perfectly straight line. This was how teams were chosen. Everyone to one side of the Dragonair would be the Blue team, and everyone to the other would be the Red team. This time, Zero was part of the blue team.
"So, who wants to battle first?" Chelsea asked the small crowd. A couple of people shouted "Zero should go!" but everyone just ignored them. They all knew that the ultimate choice rested with Zero. If he wanted to go first, he would.
"Well, it looks like they're sending Dannewitz out." Zero stated, craning his neck over his team to see the reds. Sure enough, Dannewitz was making his way to the small square that the battler stands in. Dannewitz was generally regarded as the second best battler in the class, behind Zero.
"You know what? Georg, why don't you fight him." Zero decided. "I'm probably going to win if I fight him. Besides, its good practice for you. I'm not always going to be there to fight your tough battles. You guys need to fight some of them too."
"Whatever you say, Z" his tall, lanky friend responded. Georg was another one of Zero's close friends, but just didn't understand battling like Dannewitz did. Zero oftentimes thought that they were sort of a combined Zero. Dannewitz enjoyed Pokemon as much as Zero, and was a great battler. Georg, on the other hand, understood him the best. Georg was the only person (besides Chelsea usually) who could truly understand what was going on in Zero's head without words.
"Actually, I'm glad you made that decision." Mr. Rodgers said. He had apparently been listening in on the conversation. "Zero's right. He's not going to be there for you guys for much longer. Including this class. Zero, I have a note for you from Principal Steadman. You're wanted in his office."
Zero sighed in relief. A couple of his friends cheered for him, a couple of the kids said "finally, some muttered "good riddance", and Chelsea gave him a big hug. "I'm so proud of you." she said. Everyone knew what was happening.
Zero handed the three Pokeballs to Mr. Rodgers. Houndoom looked at him with a very sad face, Starmie, having no face and therefore unable to make facial expressions, was pointed straight at him. And of course, Drifblim was just sort of floating there. But Houndoom had enough expression for the three of them. They weren't going to see Zero for a very long time.
"Actually" Mr. Rodgers said, pushing the balls back to Zero, "you need to take these with you." This caught Zero off guard, a position he was rarely in. Students oftentimes got in trouble for letting their Pokemon out of the Gym. Surely he wasn't in trouble. Was he?
With a puzzled look on his face, Zero returned the Pokemon to their balls. He knew they hated it in there, but now he wasn't sure that he was getting his ID. He figured he should be on his best behavior, because the faculty might be holding his card from him, waiting to see how he reacted.
He knocked on the Principal's door. "Come in" a warm voice answered through the large oak door. Zero politely opened the door and stepped inside. He was really anxious when he saw his parents in the room, even more so when he saw his mother crying. But then he looked at his dad's face. A smile. What a relief. He was sure once again. He was getting his ID.
"Welcome, Chris, have a seat" Dr. Steadman said, gesturing to the middle of three armchairs facing his desk. "Mr. and Mrs. Jacobson, will you please?" he gestured again. The Jacobson family sat down at the desk and began listening to the Principal of the school.
"Now, as I'm sure you are aware, young Chris here has been chosen, due to his academic success and battling prowess, to represent Farragut, and really the whole state of Tennessee, as one of the few lucky trainers who receives their Trainer ID early. I understand your family must be very proud of you. But, and I'm sure I speak for them as well, you must be careful. You heard Mr. Ayala's speech in your first class. The world out there, despite all the joys of Pokemon, can be a very dark place. The criminal organization known as Team Globus is operating in every state, even Tennessee, I'm afraid."
Zero wasn't really even listening. He understood all this. He watched the news, listened to his parents talking at the dinner table, he knew all of this. He really wanted to get his trainer ID so he would be able to finally end these last minute lectures every adult seemed to be giving him. He was happy though. Ever since walking in the door, he realized that the meaning of bringing the Pokemon with him must mean that... he was taking these three Pokemon with him to start his journey. It really made sense. After all, the world out there was a very dark and dangerous place. It would make sense for him to take the Pokemon with him. That way, he would already have some experienced Pokemon with him from his very first step.
"So, why did I ask you to bring the Pokemon with you?" Steadman asked Zero. Zero's attention was fully on the Principal now. "Well, every trainer receiving their ID early is to be granted one of their SPB Pokemon as their first partner. But be warned. You may only take one of them with you, not all three. Make your choice carefully."
"ONE? Are you serious? But I've bonded with all of these guys!" Zero shouted. He was furious. There was no way that they were going to separate his team from him. They all worked in harmony. They were all so different, but combined they made the perfect team. How could he make this decision? He shouldn't have to!
"I was afraid you would react this way. Well, lets put it this way. Every six weeks, as you should well know from your time here, the Pokemon offered for a SPB team are returned into the pool. You, being the top student in the class, always had first pick for your three Pokemon, and as a result, these three have been together for a long time. However, you can either take one of the three with you, or none of the three. If you choose the latter, they will all be returned to the pool. And I'm sure that plenty of trainers that don't understand friendship and bonding like you do would love to have any of these Pokemon on their team. They think that the Pokemon's pure power is what wins battles. What I'm trying to say is, if you don't take one of them with you, they'll get separated anyway. So, you might as well take one with you. You can't have all three, because it is customary for a trainer to start with only one Pokemon. Giving you all three would be doing all the past trainers, including your parents and myself, an injustice. I can tell that you're taking this hard, so I'll give you until tomorrow morning to make your decision. Sleep on it, and come back to me first thing in the morning. I'll hand you your trainer ID then."
Everyone stood up. The meeting was apparently over. Zero was going to need a long time to think this one over. did he take Drifblim, the stoic flying tank? Or did he take the energetic Houndoom, who despite only being able to learn a few types of attacks, could really pack a punch. And then there was always Starmie. Starmie, the expressionless starfish that could win a fight against Pokemon much larger than it.
Before he knew it, he was eating dinner. Dinner was silent tonight, his parents understood that he needed some time to himself. Then, he was crawling into bed, still without an answer. Looks like this was going to be a last minute decision. Zero slept well, knowing that if his decision was this hard, any of the Pokemon would make an excellent choice. Everything was going to be all right.
He awoke the next morning, in quite the happy mood. Today was the day. He jumped down the stairs to the smell of delicious pancakes. Clearly his mom understood his mood today.
"Well, honey, did you make your decision?" she asked, right as Zero shoved a particularly first bite into his mouth. Unable to speak, he simply shrugged. He really needed to make a decision.
Reaching into his backpack, he pulled out a Pokeball at random. Swallowing, he released the Pokemon from its container.
"Well, Orion, looks like its going to be you and me for a bit." he told the starfish. He had chosen Starmie. It was a bit of an unorthodox way of choosing, but it would work. Besides, he thought he might be able to go back during the summer holidays and ask his teachers if he could use the other two members of his team. He didn't want to go back halfway through the semester, that might break apart someone's team, but after the school year ended, that could work right there. Grinning as he finished the last of his pancakes, he walked out the door, releasing his other two Pokemon from their Pokeballs. Walking with them out of their balls was the least he could do for them.
"Blitz, Sentinel, I'm going to miss you guys. I'm going on an adventure with Orion. But, I promise you, I'm going to be back for the two of you. You just wait." he told his Pokemon. Drifblim stared ahead, calm as ever, and Houndoom jumped up on him and gave him a nick lick on the face. Clearly they were holding him to his word. The four friends began their walk to school.
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