Micaiah Nanami
Littleroot Town
Riolu / --- / --- / --- / --- / --- /
In the clear, and gentle air of the Hoenn region, a Taillow flew, gazing upon the small and quiet town of Littleroot. It soon flew nearby the start of Route 101, in search of food. Eventually it encountered it's prey - a small yet spry Wurmple, squirming through the grass trying to hide itself, yet unable to accept the fact that it's red body does not blend so well with the green grass. However, in it's heart, it always thought it was a Caterpie instead.
"Taillow!" (Aha!) the bird predator cried, swooping in to catch it's small prize, as the Wurmple twisted and turned, truing to escape, but with no avail. The Taillow wanted to sign on it's success, leading it to drop it's meal multiple times until it gave up.
***
"This is a Pokédex?" the young trainer, Micaiah Nanami meanwhile asked, upon receiving a small, red electronic device. She had only have heard of the name from small novels, but never seen a picture of one, let alone seen one up close before. "Huh, but you know, it's a lot smaller than I ever imagined."
"Small, but easy to use, and very powerful!" the energetic and adventurous, Professor Birch replied. Professor Birch was always filled with adventurous thoughts, clinging to the hope of finding new discoveries, and the inspiration of new Pokémon trainers. "As you know, this world is widely inhabited by creatures known as Pokémon. We humans live alongside Pokémon, at times as friendly playmates, and at times as cooperative workmates. Sometimes, we band together and battle others like us. But despite our closeness, we don't know everything about Pokémon. In fact, there are many, many secrets surrounding Pokémon. To unravel Pokémon mysteries, I've been undertaking research! That's where the Pokédex comes in."
Micaiah nodded in understatement. She, herself was not that unfamiliar with the basics and questions that rose when talking about the Pokémon universe. She herself have always been interested in tackling the mysteries that surround the creatures that lived side by side with humans for many generations.
"The Pokédex is a high-tech tool that automatically makes a record of any Pokémon you meet or catch," The Professor continued. "Be sure to give it a try whenever you encounter a Pokémon you haven't seen, or even one that you're familiar with!" Micaiah once again nodded as her small, blue, puppy-like creature Riolu came waltzing by.
"Ri-Ri!" (But I'm WAY more interesting than some Poochyena!)
Of course, humans can't understand Pokémon directly, as the only way Micaiah can interact with her Riolu is with her aura - she could only tell if Riolu was sad, happy, or angry. Professor Birch smiled at the young puppy creature.
"Try it with her!" he suggested to Micaiah. "Even though it's not a native Pokémon to Hoenn, it's sure to have some info about a Riolu too!"
Micaiah decided to hold up her Pokédex toward her Riolu. Riolu felt a bit awkward - it was almost as if Micaiah wanted to take a picture of it, and it's been always a little bit camera shy. She was too spooked to jump out of the way, however, so, Micaiah just carried on. The Pokédex's screen then came on, showing a picture of Riolu. It then showed some text.
"It uses the shapes of auras, which change according to emotion, to communicate with others," Micaiah read from it out loud. "Blimey, that is true! Often times when it's sad or mad, I'd generally pick up on that! Wow, this thing is quite handy after all!"
"Ri..." (But for some reason, you never seem to notice my emotions when I'm eating your questionable cooking...)
"Aye, and it's my dream to one day have someone to fill up the pages of the Pokédex! That's why I allow so many people to carry one," Birch explained. "In fact, I remember just yesterday when I gave one to a very special kid..." Birch then turned and looked up at the ceiling, at a pause. Micaiah gave Birch a funny look.
"Uh... Professor?" Micaiah pondered, wondering about Birch's weird behavior.
"Ri-Ri!" (Quiet! He's having a flashback!)
The Professor turned to Micaiah again. "You see, what happened was..."
***
The blue moving van had just finished unloading. Brendan, a kid who just turned of age, just learned about the good Professor in this region of Hoenn. After setting the time on his clock, he rushed over to his living room, only to find out that he had just missed his dad on T.V.
"Aw man, 2nd time in a row," he said, flabbergasted. "But the first time wasn't my fault! I really hated those commercials."
"Really? I thought those were quite clever," his mother, who moved in with him replied with her trademark cheery smile. "I mean, what if we need a scope lens? That commercial with that Marowak turning into a ghost and all... that could happen in this household!"
Brendan raised his eyebrows. "I'm sure not breaking my legs for that to happen anytime soon..." the young man said. "But I will have a look around. Catch ya' later, mom!" The boy waved goodbye to his mother with his mother waving back.
He then stepped outside to catch the sent of the fresh air that was the Hoenn region. He strolled around the place, catching glimpses of the nearby homes, towards the nearby open woods. It was as every bit he imagined - the scent of everything that was... new to him. A lot of undiscovered places, and undiscovered Pokémon were waiting for him.
The cry for help was especially endearing---
"H-help me!" But it was an actual cry, Brendan soon figured, rushing over to the woods to find a man appearing to be in his middle age, high above a tree. it was indeed Professor Birch, being attacked by a small black, fox-like creature. A Poochyena.
"Chy! Poochy!" (How DARE you call me beautiful! I am handsome!) it barked loudly and repeatedly. It couldn't climb, however, so the most it could do is bark until somehow, the sound waves caused the human to fall on his behind.
"H-Hey!" Brendan called out. "Are you okay?! Wait, I recognize you from the Pokémon Weekly! Are you really..."
"Ah! Hello! Yes, I'm Professor Birch! You over there! Please! Help!" the Professor pleaded, with Brendan already getting the message that he needed some form of assistance. "There! Nearby! Pokéball! In bag! Hurry!"
Brendan understood the gist of it, and reached for the Professor's nearby brown bag. However, not much was in it. "All there is is just a sheet of paper saying I.O.U a starter Pokémon in it!"
"WHAT?!" The Professor replied in shock. "Who was it?! Track down whoever took them!"
"I-It was signed by you, Professor!" Brendan replied, holding up the sheet of paper, pointing the small print that read, love, Professor Birch. P.S, do not engage any dangerous affairs in Pokémon that results in you climbing up trees to escape.
***
"Then what happened?!" Micaiah asked, interrupting the story. "W-Were you eaten?"
"No, not quite," the Professor replied, clearly showing that he is alive and well, and not in the belly of the beast. "Brendan actually had a Pokémon of his own when he was living back at Johto. I suppose he just didn't get to mention it, haha! But yes, his Pokémon took care of the wild Poochyena no problem, and I gave him his Pokédex! Quite an adventure for someone who just moved in, eh?"
"That reminds me, I had another question for you," Micaiah asked, gazing to the professor with a questionable stare. "How did you know about the parts you weren't there for?"
The Professor blinked as the two exchanged quiet glances. Riolu gave a 'she got you there!' glance at the Professor. "Well! Have fun at your adventure!" the Professor suddenly then said with a cheerful smile.
"But..."