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[i want to play more and i've been putting off starting this thread so i'm gonna skip right to choosing my starter so you get the idea of what i want to do in this thread lmao. also this is a nuzlocke]
"Which Pokémon will you choose as your partner?"
Delilah Berry looked at the choices in front of her. She immediately dismissed Litten, for she was a girl of intelligence and self-awareness; she wanted to succeed in her journey, wherever it may go. Litten would not be of any help there. Such a poor choice. She then glanced at Popplio - the bulbous nosed little thing grew on her, but Heather Prince had a Popplio and she didn't want to be associated with her at all. She used an Android. Would not do to share any similarities with those who debased themselves like that. So, by process of elimination, Delilah decided upon Rowlet.
"But child, I have not decided upon you yet." Rowlet cocked its head and stared at Delilah's shocked expression, her confidence and self-assurance melting away as soon as the avian thing uttered a syllable.
Did this owl just fucking talk?
"What makes you worthy of my presence? Why should I deign to serve you, when I can simply look in your eyes and know of your previous failures? The stench of Kanto hangs on you like an ill-fitting dress. The effluvia of defeat... it sticks to my feathers already. The ones who came before are etched into your being. You cannot protect me, why I should go along with you to my certain death? Child, you are foolish for having even pondered the thought, lessened me for even considering it. "
Delilah stood agape, eyes darting to see if anyone else had noticed that this bird just lectured her with a college-level vocabulary. None seemed to have noticed that anything was different than it should be. What...?
"Relax, girl! I'm just screwing with you. I've always wanted to pull that shit on someone, the all-knowing Omen schtick. Pick me up and do the dance and let's get out of here. I know you don't wanna be near Litten any more than I do, and I'm a bloody grass bird."
With the synapses in Delilah's brain shortened out from confusion, she had no course of action but to listen to what Rowlet said. He hopped into her arms and the small crowd clapped and cheered, all was well. "Ho! So little Rowlet has accepted you as well, Delilah!" Hala burst out in a great hearty guffaw and walked up to Delilah, so pleased in this great bonding that he completely ignored the bemused look on her face. "Having accepted one another, you'll surely be friends for life!"
"Oh yeah girlie, we'll get along reeeeeal well. You're gonna be a lot of fun, assuming you, y'know, don't get me killed and all that. But really, let's fly. You should probably know a few things!"
Delilah, Rowlet in hand, began to walk from the platform and go home. But no sooner than she was five steps on the path did she hear a noise that immediately made Rowlet frantically jump about in her arms.
"Oh sweet Christ, not the village Quasimodo. Please, you gotta go. I can't deal with this toda-"
"MALASADAS MALASADAS OH YUM YUM YUM! I JUST LOVE THEM IN MY TUM TUM TUM! MALASADAS MALASADAS OH YUM YUM YUM! I JUST LOVE THEM IN MY TUM TU-!"
Hau waltzed up to Delilah, oblivious to the stressed out owl pleading to the girl to walk while she still can. But it was too late.
"HI 'DERE, LET'S BATTLE! YOU HAVE A POKEMON, I HAVE A POKEMON, LET'S GOOOOOOO!"
A Popplio promptly plopped in front of the duo. Delilah had always dreamed of her first true Pokemon battle as a trainer, but she was so shocked from the proceedings of the last ten minutes that Rowlet wasn't sent out as much as it was taking agency for itself. Tackle, leafage, done. Rowlet had no interest in drawing this out any longer than it had to. While Hau and Hala went on to have a conversation about god knows what, Delilah kept right on walking home. During this walk, Rowlet gave a little convenient exposition that saves me from having to create a huge lore I have no interest in maintaining.
"Right, girlie. I can talk. We all can. It's pretty simple, you know. You think we can evolve to spit fire and shoot lightning out of our arses and not learn basic vocal capabilities? We just learned how to say our names and that was it? Come on, Miss Thing. But anyway. We just choose to abide by Toy Story rules - you saw that, right? They have television out here, girlie. Great franchise. If all humans knew we could talk, they just wouldn't shut up. We love you guys, but god. So we just go at our own discretion. Always fun to see that incredulous look on your faces, no idea it would be so funny to actually do it myself! So... uh, you wanna talk or what?"
"I think... I think I'm gonna need a coffee. But okay... wait, you don't even have a name. I can do that at least. Let's uh... choose your name."
"Uh huh, liking where this is going. Quick learner!"
"...Claudio?"
"I can dig that, sweetheart. Fancy. Refined. But got a little suave going on. I like that very much!"
Delilah was going to need more than a coffee to keep up with this one, she thought.
"Which Pokémon will you choose as your partner?"
Delilah Berry looked at the choices in front of her. She immediately dismissed Litten, for she was a girl of intelligence and self-awareness; she wanted to succeed in her journey, wherever it may go. Litten would not be of any help there. Such a poor choice. She then glanced at Popplio - the bulbous nosed little thing grew on her, but Heather Prince had a Popplio and she didn't want to be associated with her at all. She used an Android. Would not do to share any similarities with those who debased themselves like that. So, by process of elimination, Delilah decided upon Rowlet.
"But child, I have not decided upon you yet." Rowlet cocked its head and stared at Delilah's shocked expression, her confidence and self-assurance melting away as soon as the avian thing uttered a syllable.
Did this owl just fucking talk?
"What makes you worthy of my presence? Why should I deign to serve you, when I can simply look in your eyes and know of your previous failures? The stench of Kanto hangs on you like an ill-fitting dress. The effluvia of defeat... it sticks to my feathers already. The ones who came before are etched into your being. You cannot protect me, why I should go along with you to my certain death? Child, you are foolish for having even pondered the thought, lessened me for even considering it. "
Delilah stood agape, eyes darting to see if anyone else had noticed that this bird just lectured her with a college-level vocabulary. None seemed to have noticed that anything was different than it should be. What...?
"Relax, girl! I'm just screwing with you. I've always wanted to pull that shit on someone, the all-knowing Omen schtick. Pick me up and do the dance and let's get out of here. I know you don't wanna be near Litten any more than I do, and I'm a bloody grass bird."
With the synapses in Delilah's brain shortened out from confusion, she had no course of action but to listen to what Rowlet said. He hopped into her arms and the small crowd clapped and cheered, all was well. "Ho! So little Rowlet has accepted you as well, Delilah!" Hala burst out in a great hearty guffaw and walked up to Delilah, so pleased in this great bonding that he completely ignored the bemused look on her face. "Having accepted one another, you'll surely be friends for life!"
"Oh yeah girlie, we'll get along reeeeeal well. You're gonna be a lot of fun, assuming you, y'know, don't get me killed and all that. But really, let's fly. You should probably know a few things!"
Delilah, Rowlet in hand, began to walk from the platform and go home. But no sooner than she was five steps on the path did she hear a noise that immediately made Rowlet frantically jump about in her arms.
"Oh sweet Christ, not the village Quasimodo. Please, you gotta go. I can't deal with this toda-"
"MALASADAS MALASADAS OH YUM YUM YUM! I JUST LOVE THEM IN MY TUM TUM TUM! MALASADAS MALASADAS OH YUM YUM YUM! I JUST LOVE THEM IN MY TUM TU-!"
Hau waltzed up to Delilah, oblivious to the stressed out owl pleading to the girl to walk while she still can. But it was too late.
"HI 'DERE, LET'S BATTLE! YOU HAVE A POKEMON, I HAVE A POKEMON, LET'S GOOOOOOO!"
A Popplio promptly plopped in front of the duo. Delilah had always dreamed of her first true Pokemon battle as a trainer, but she was so shocked from the proceedings of the last ten minutes that Rowlet wasn't sent out as much as it was taking agency for itself. Tackle, leafage, done. Rowlet had no interest in drawing this out any longer than it had to. While Hau and Hala went on to have a conversation about god knows what, Delilah kept right on walking home. During this walk, Rowlet gave a little convenient exposition that saves me from having to create a huge lore I have no interest in maintaining.
"Right, girlie. I can talk. We all can. It's pretty simple, you know. You think we can evolve to spit fire and shoot lightning out of our arses and not learn basic vocal capabilities? We just learned how to say our names and that was it? Come on, Miss Thing. But anyway. We just choose to abide by Toy Story rules - you saw that, right? They have television out here, girlie. Great franchise. If all humans knew we could talk, they just wouldn't shut up. We love you guys, but god. So we just go at our own discretion. Always fun to see that incredulous look on your faces, no idea it would be so funny to actually do it myself! So... uh, you wanna talk or what?"
"I think... I think I'm gonna need a coffee. But okay... wait, you don't even have a name. I can do that at least. Let's uh... choose your name."
"Uh huh, liking where this is going. Quick learner!"
"...Claudio?"
"I can dig that, sweetheart. Fancy. Refined. But got a little suave going on. I like that very much!"
Delilah was going to need more than a coffee to keep up with this one, she thought.
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