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Mango137
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June 20
“What’s wrong with you Poliwhirl?! Get back up!!!”
Perhaps the setting could best be described as hell- it certainly felt like it for the newest challenger of Cinnabar Island’s gym. Lava bubbled on all sides of the arid battlefield, a scorching sun blinded him from above, and adding to the rivers of sweat that flowed from his disheveled hair was the pure humiliation he suffered as his water type toppled over on the field. His name was Jasper Cunningham, and while there is no particular reason you should know or remember his name, he certainly felt he was something of note.
One would need to be quite ignorant to deny that Jasper had the talent to be great, and perhaps he would have been if he had chosen to take the hard way. He had all the resources one could dream of and had graduated at the top of his class. If he had slowed down his journey, built a balanced team, and properly devised a strategy for this battle it is quite likely- no- guaranteed that he would have emerged victorious today. But instead he had opted to take the easy way. Thanks to his father’s stature as a VP at Silph Co. Jasper had unrestricted access to coveted Ultra Balls. He used them to catch a new team advantageous to every gym he faced. The strategy succeeded in gaining him his first two badges, but today it was the reason he fell short before he could even reach his third gym leader.
“There’s no point in yelling, you should get your poliwhirl to a Pokémon center. The battle’s over.”
The bored voice belonged to the kid on the opposite end of the battlefield. He was quite the underwhelming sight compared to his competitor. Standing behind his orange puppy at both half Jasper’s height and age, the child looked like your typical brat with a mess of dark brown hair and a dirty white tank top that put his scrawny arms on full display. His name was Acacia Song, and despite the unremarkable appearance, he represented the level that Jasper believed himself to be.
“But your Growlithe didn’t even land a hit! This shouldn’t be possible!!!”
Acacia cocked an eyebrow, intrigued as to how it was possible for someone to be so ignorant. He raised his hand to his mouth and let out a yawn before talking his time to walk forward.
“First off, his name’s Windie. You should really give your Pokémon a new name, otherwise it’s just like naming your dog ‘dog’ ya know?” He reached the unconscious Pokémon and ran a finger along its back.
“And see?” He waved the finger in the air. “Bone-dry.”
“So what? Of course it’s dry, it’s burning hot in here.”
“Ughhhhh.” Acacia let out a sigh, this time one of disappointment rather than pure boredom. “You really don’t get it do you? Poliwhirls secrete an excess of sweat to keep their skin moist when they’re out of water. Like you said, it’s super hot in here, which means Poliwhirl had to sweat even more. On top of that you kept making it use the moves bubble beam and water gun even after I used sunny day which just dehydrated it even faster while their effectiveness was halved. If you had prepared and taught it a move like rain dance or evolved it into a Politoed with the ability drizzle then you could’ve won, but you came in here thinking the battle was decided because of a type advantage and a higher level so you never stood a chance, it’d tarnish our gyms name if I let someone like you battle Blaine… By the way, I was being serious earlier. You really should get it to a Pokémon center fast. Dehydration is no joke.”
This fucking prick. Never before had Jasper been talked down to in such a manner. His whole life he had been at the top, a winner, and to be spoken to with such disregard for stature by some child was simply unacceptable- an affront to the natural order. He was a valedictorian and prom king. This kid? He was nothing.
In his rage Jasper grabbed Acacia by the collar and pulled him in close, spitting out his words through gritted teeth. “And just who the hell do you think you are?”
“Nobody special.” Acacia smirked in vehement childish refusal to give this man the satisfaction of any indication of fear. “I’m just the intersection where your arrogance and reality met.”
WHACK
The downside of being too snarky for his small stature kicked in and Acacia’s nose felt the full force of the metal rings on Jasper’s right fist before he hit the ground with a thud. Feeling content with the sense of power he regained by his demonstration of physical strength, Jasper returned his Pokémon and walked away with a jeer and his head held high. “Dumb brat, you should learn to respect your elders.”
Windie rushed to his partner’s side and was prepared to char the man who had dared to touch his friend, though Acacia reached out a bloodied hand to hold the puppy back. “I appreciate it buddy, but there’s no need. He already lost and that Poliwhirl’s in rough shape, just let it go.”
Though his words succeeded in calming Windie, Acacia’s tightly clenched fist was a testament to the storm brewing within. For now he was just a kid, but tomorrow that would all change. Blood trickled from his nose, but his spirit remained undefeated. In the piercing gold eyes of someone who believed himself to be truly special, Jasper wasn’t even a big fish in a little pond. He was a minnow in a puddle that fancied himself quite extraordinary compared to the common gnat that hovered around. To retaliate against such a person would prove nothing.
Acacia’s gaze traveled to a framed picture that decorated the gym wall. It was Blaine standing next to a boy who at the time was not much older than himself. On a metal engraving beneath the frame read the title “The Living Legend.” That was the only person who he had to prove himself to and he didn’t care what he went through to get there. Starting tomorrow on his tenth birthday he would begin his journey in chase of Red.
June 21
It would be wrong to say that four in the morning was the time Acacia woke up. After stopping in with Nurse Joy to resolve the issue of his injured nose, the boy had hardly slept a wink as he jittered with impatient excitement for the coming day. June 21 was not only the summer solstice but also Acacia’s tenth birthday and he didn’t plan on missing a second of the longest day of the year. Before the sun had a chance to rise, the boy raced out to the island’s coast to catch a glimpse of the beauty the morning had to offer. ‘It all starts now’ was the thought that echoed in his mind as he stroked his hand through the soft tufts of fur that adorned Windie’s head.
The rhythm and sparkle of the orange tinted waves reminded the boy of his home town, Hoenn’s Slateport City. Two years ago after dropping out of trainer school, Blaine- an old family friend- rescued Acacia from the monotony of everyday life in the seaside town and together they sailed into the sunset for new beginnings. During his tenure under the professor and gym leader, Acacia had gained knowledge in both the scientific and practical applications of Pokémon. He had grown and learned much more than he would’ve thought possible in such a short time. Now, the dawn had come. His years of preparation were complete and now he would embark once more, this time alongside his trusted partner pokemon, and would begin his journey that would last a lifetime.
He sat on the beach until the hues of sunrise began to fade, his mind flooded with thoughts both old and new as he reminisced over memories thus far and fantasized of the many more he had yet to forge. And when he had his fill of thinking, he headed back to Blaine’s home where a celebratory birthday breakfast was already prepared for him.
Blaine was many things, a brilliant scientist and adept gym leader, but a chef was not one of them. Knowing Acacia had a bit of a sweet tooth, he had attempted to prepare the boy a stack of waffles covered in berries, chocolate syrup, and powdered sugar; though the end result looked more like something a slurpluff might vomit rather than any semblance of food. Regardless, what the meal lacked in appearance it made up for with sweetness and heart and the boy gratefully scarfed down the abomination.
“Mmm thanks gramps!” Notes of satisfaction rang through a mouth that had probably just gained a few cavities. “That was the perfect gift for sending me off.”
“You think that was your present?” The elder recoiled, offended that his pupil thought the best he had to offer was a mess of a meal. “I got a bit more for you.”
He pulled out a small box wrapped with red paper and an orange bow. “This is your real present.”
“Yay thanks!” Always eager at the prospect of more gifts, the child didn’t waste a second tearing it open. The insides revealed a thin metallic slab, black on one side and painted a deep red on the other. Acacia investigated it a bit, but there didn’t seem to be any buttons or any practical use for it. “Thanks again, but… umm… what is it?”
“Oh, right!” Blaine chuckled, “I almost forgot the most important part!” He reached into his lab coat and pulled out a pokeball, taping it once a Rotom popped out and the electrical spirit dove straight into the device in Acacia’s hand. The screen flickered to life and on the back, a pair of blue eyes sprouted as a symbol of the ghost type possessing the object. “That’s a Rotom phone, they’re growing quite popular in Galar but recently they’ve been making their way to other regions. You got pretty lucky, they were out of stock in the base model so I had to splurge for the special paint edition. It still functions the same as the normal ones, and I got it loaded with a Pokédex and extra storage since I know how you like to study and take your own notes. There’s also a map feature and on for making calls, so you don’t have any excuses for getting lost or not calling.”
“Haha awesome! Sounds like a deal, thanks!”
From there, the next few hours were filled with light packing and some reminiscing chitchat. It didn’t take long, in the days leading up to his departure Acacia had already been sorting out the necessities for his adventure. The final package was stuffed into a black canvas backpack and comprised of a few outfits for different weather conditions, a hammock, a few potions and pokeballs, a single revive in case of emergencies, and most importantly, a boat ticket set for Pallet Town. He donned a pair of black shorts and a cream colored crew neck that was decorated with an orange silhouette of a sailboat. He looked himself over in the mirror, pulled his sleeves up to his elbows, ran his hands through his messy chocolate hair, and decided he was content to depart with this look.
As Acacia descended the staircase from his bedroom for the last time, the light rumble of snoring caused him to giggle. Stretched out on the black leather couch, it seemed Blaine had fallen into a slumber- one of his naps that were becoming more frequent with each passing year. The boy opted not to wake the old man, after all, in a goodbye between two men of science there was no need for tears and sentimentalities.
“Thanks Gramps… for everything.” Hardly audible over the gentle creaking of the front door, the words escaped Acacia’s lips like a breath as he took one last moment to appreciate every lecture, every scolding, every shitty meal, and every late night at the lab after which they would admire the stars on the walk back home. Every good thing Acacia had he owed to the scientist, and now it was his chance to make something of his own. With a deep breath and a slight hint of fear amongst the excitement, he took his first step into the open world- no longer as an apprentice but an individual.
Pallet Town
The sun was just beginning to reach its evening hours as the new trainer stepped onto the spongy grass of Pallet’s coast. He perhaps would have been a bit more anxious of his new beginnings if it wasn’t for the familiar scent of the sea breeze that had provided a feeling of comfort and home since birth.
“The first gym is in the next town over, so we might as well check out Oak’s lab while we’re here. Windie, can you try to lead us to a place that smells kinda like the lab at home?” Acacia asked his puppy, already forgetting that he had a map feature on his phone. Though thankfully the Growlithe had become quite adept at making up for his trainer’s awful sense of direction. Windie lifted his nose to the air and sniffed, filtering out the variety of new scents until he caught a whiff of something vaguely familiar.
His tail wagged with excitement and the puppy broke off running as it traced the smell, leaving Acacia chasing from behind towards the start of his new adventure.
“What’s wrong with you Poliwhirl?! Get back up!!!”
Perhaps the setting could best be described as hell- it certainly felt like it for the newest challenger of Cinnabar Island’s gym. Lava bubbled on all sides of the arid battlefield, a scorching sun blinded him from above, and adding to the rivers of sweat that flowed from his disheveled hair was the pure humiliation he suffered as his water type toppled over on the field. His name was Jasper Cunningham, and while there is no particular reason you should know or remember his name, he certainly felt he was something of note.
One would need to be quite ignorant to deny that Jasper had the talent to be great, and perhaps he would have been if he had chosen to take the hard way. He had all the resources one could dream of and had graduated at the top of his class. If he had slowed down his journey, built a balanced team, and properly devised a strategy for this battle it is quite likely- no- guaranteed that he would have emerged victorious today. But instead he had opted to take the easy way. Thanks to his father’s stature as a VP at Silph Co. Jasper had unrestricted access to coveted Ultra Balls. He used them to catch a new team advantageous to every gym he faced. The strategy succeeded in gaining him his first two badges, but today it was the reason he fell short before he could even reach his third gym leader.
“There’s no point in yelling, you should get your poliwhirl to a Pokémon center. The battle’s over.”
The bored voice belonged to the kid on the opposite end of the battlefield. He was quite the underwhelming sight compared to his competitor. Standing behind his orange puppy at both half Jasper’s height and age, the child looked like your typical brat with a mess of dark brown hair and a dirty white tank top that put his scrawny arms on full display. His name was Acacia Song, and despite the unremarkable appearance, he represented the level that Jasper believed himself to be.
“But your Growlithe didn’t even land a hit! This shouldn’t be possible!!!”
Acacia cocked an eyebrow, intrigued as to how it was possible for someone to be so ignorant. He raised his hand to his mouth and let out a yawn before talking his time to walk forward.
“First off, his name’s Windie. You should really give your Pokémon a new name, otherwise it’s just like naming your dog ‘dog’ ya know?” He reached the unconscious Pokémon and ran a finger along its back.
“And see?” He waved the finger in the air. “Bone-dry.”
“So what? Of course it’s dry, it’s burning hot in here.”
“Ughhhhh.” Acacia let out a sigh, this time one of disappointment rather than pure boredom. “You really don’t get it do you? Poliwhirls secrete an excess of sweat to keep their skin moist when they’re out of water. Like you said, it’s super hot in here, which means Poliwhirl had to sweat even more. On top of that you kept making it use the moves bubble beam and water gun even after I used sunny day which just dehydrated it even faster while their effectiveness was halved. If you had prepared and taught it a move like rain dance or evolved it into a Politoed with the ability drizzle then you could’ve won, but you came in here thinking the battle was decided because of a type advantage and a higher level so you never stood a chance, it’d tarnish our gyms name if I let someone like you battle Blaine… By the way, I was being serious earlier. You really should get it to a Pokémon center fast. Dehydration is no joke.”
This fucking prick. Never before had Jasper been talked down to in such a manner. His whole life he had been at the top, a winner, and to be spoken to with such disregard for stature by some child was simply unacceptable- an affront to the natural order. He was a valedictorian and prom king. This kid? He was nothing.
In his rage Jasper grabbed Acacia by the collar and pulled him in close, spitting out his words through gritted teeth. “And just who the hell do you think you are?”
“Nobody special.” Acacia smirked in vehement childish refusal to give this man the satisfaction of any indication of fear. “I’m just the intersection where your arrogance and reality met.”
WHACK
The downside of being too snarky for his small stature kicked in and Acacia’s nose felt the full force of the metal rings on Jasper’s right fist before he hit the ground with a thud. Feeling content with the sense of power he regained by his demonstration of physical strength, Jasper returned his Pokémon and walked away with a jeer and his head held high. “Dumb brat, you should learn to respect your elders.”
Windie rushed to his partner’s side and was prepared to char the man who had dared to touch his friend, though Acacia reached out a bloodied hand to hold the puppy back. “I appreciate it buddy, but there’s no need. He already lost and that Poliwhirl’s in rough shape, just let it go.”
Though his words succeeded in calming Windie, Acacia’s tightly clenched fist was a testament to the storm brewing within. For now he was just a kid, but tomorrow that would all change. Blood trickled from his nose, but his spirit remained undefeated. In the piercing gold eyes of someone who believed himself to be truly special, Jasper wasn’t even a big fish in a little pond. He was a minnow in a puddle that fancied himself quite extraordinary compared to the common gnat that hovered around. To retaliate against such a person would prove nothing.
Acacia’s gaze traveled to a framed picture that decorated the gym wall. It was Blaine standing next to a boy who at the time was not much older than himself. On a metal engraving beneath the frame read the title “The Living Legend.” That was the only person who he had to prove himself to and he didn’t care what he went through to get there. Starting tomorrow on his tenth birthday he would begin his journey in chase of Red.
June 21
It would be wrong to say that four in the morning was the time Acacia woke up. After stopping in with Nurse Joy to resolve the issue of his injured nose, the boy had hardly slept a wink as he jittered with impatient excitement for the coming day. June 21 was not only the summer solstice but also Acacia’s tenth birthday and he didn’t plan on missing a second of the longest day of the year. Before the sun had a chance to rise, the boy raced out to the island’s coast to catch a glimpse of the beauty the morning had to offer. ‘It all starts now’ was the thought that echoed in his mind as he stroked his hand through the soft tufts of fur that adorned Windie’s head.
The rhythm and sparkle of the orange tinted waves reminded the boy of his home town, Hoenn’s Slateport City. Two years ago after dropping out of trainer school, Blaine- an old family friend- rescued Acacia from the monotony of everyday life in the seaside town and together they sailed into the sunset for new beginnings. During his tenure under the professor and gym leader, Acacia had gained knowledge in both the scientific and practical applications of Pokémon. He had grown and learned much more than he would’ve thought possible in such a short time. Now, the dawn had come. His years of preparation were complete and now he would embark once more, this time alongside his trusted partner pokemon, and would begin his journey that would last a lifetime.
He sat on the beach until the hues of sunrise began to fade, his mind flooded with thoughts both old and new as he reminisced over memories thus far and fantasized of the many more he had yet to forge. And when he had his fill of thinking, he headed back to Blaine’s home where a celebratory birthday breakfast was already prepared for him.
Blaine was many things, a brilliant scientist and adept gym leader, but a chef was not one of them. Knowing Acacia had a bit of a sweet tooth, he had attempted to prepare the boy a stack of waffles covered in berries, chocolate syrup, and powdered sugar; though the end result looked more like something a slurpluff might vomit rather than any semblance of food. Regardless, what the meal lacked in appearance it made up for with sweetness and heart and the boy gratefully scarfed down the abomination.
“Mmm thanks gramps!” Notes of satisfaction rang through a mouth that had probably just gained a few cavities. “That was the perfect gift for sending me off.”
“You think that was your present?” The elder recoiled, offended that his pupil thought the best he had to offer was a mess of a meal. “I got a bit more for you.”
He pulled out a small box wrapped with red paper and an orange bow. “This is your real present.”
“Yay thanks!” Always eager at the prospect of more gifts, the child didn’t waste a second tearing it open. The insides revealed a thin metallic slab, black on one side and painted a deep red on the other. Acacia investigated it a bit, but there didn’t seem to be any buttons or any practical use for it. “Thanks again, but… umm… what is it?”
“Oh, right!” Blaine chuckled, “I almost forgot the most important part!” He reached into his lab coat and pulled out a pokeball, taping it once a Rotom popped out and the electrical spirit dove straight into the device in Acacia’s hand. The screen flickered to life and on the back, a pair of blue eyes sprouted as a symbol of the ghost type possessing the object. “That’s a Rotom phone, they’re growing quite popular in Galar but recently they’ve been making their way to other regions. You got pretty lucky, they were out of stock in the base model so I had to splurge for the special paint edition. It still functions the same as the normal ones, and I got it loaded with a Pokédex and extra storage since I know how you like to study and take your own notes. There’s also a map feature and on for making calls, so you don’t have any excuses for getting lost or not calling.”
“Haha awesome! Sounds like a deal, thanks!”
From there, the next few hours were filled with light packing and some reminiscing chitchat. It didn’t take long, in the days leading up to his departure Acacia had already been sorting out the necessities for his adventure. The final package was stuffed into a black canvas backpack and comprised of a few outfits for different weather conditions, a hammock, a few potions and pokeballs, a single revive in case of emergencies, and most importantly, a boat ticket set for Pallet Town. He donned a pair of black shorts and a cream colored crew neck that was decorated with an orange silhouette of a sailboat. He looked himself over in the mirror, pulled his sleeves up to his elbows, ran his hands through his messy chocolate hair, and decided he was content to depart with this look.
As Acacia descended the staircase from his bedroom for the last time, the light rumble of snoring caused him to giggle. Stretched out on the black leather couch, it seemed Blaine had fallen into a slumber- one of his naps that were becoming more frequent with each passing year. The boy opted not to wake the old man, after all, in a goodbye between two men of science there was no need for tears and sentimentalities.
“Thanks Gramps… for everything.” Hardly audible over the gentle creaking of the front door, the words escaped Acacia’s lips like a breath as he took one last moment to appreciate every lecture, every scolding, every shitty meal, and every late night at the lab after which they would admire the stars on the walk back home. Every good thing Acacia had he owed to the scientist, and now it was his chance to make something of his own. With a deep breath and a slight hint of fear amongst the excitement, he took his first step into the open world- no longer as an apprentice but an individual.
Pallet Town
The sun was just beginning to reach its evening hours as the new trainer stepped onto the spongy grass of Pallet’s coast. He perhaps would have been a bit more anxious of his new beginnings if it wasn’t for the familiar scent of the sea breeze that had provided a feeling of comfort and home since birth.
“The first gym is in the next town over, so we might as well check out Oak’s lab while we’re here. Windie, can you try to lead us to a place that smells kinda like the lab at home?” Acacia asked his puppy, already forgetting that he had a map feature on his phone. Though thankfully the Growlithe had become quite adept at making up for his trainer’s awful sense of direction. Windie lifted his nose to the air and sniffed, filtering out the variety of new scents until he caught a whiff of something vaguely familiar.
His tail wagged with excitement and the puppy broke off running as it traced the smell, leaving Acacia chasing from behind towards the start of his new adventure.
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sSoul
Unlucky Member
June 20th
Celadon City was a place many citizens happily called their home. Though not as illustrious as its golden neighbor Saffron, there were plenty of features that the City of Rainbow Dreams had to boast. The Celadon Department Store and Gym were some of the first things that might come to mind, not to mention the Game Corner or the Celadon Hotel. However, the newest feature that Celadon had to boast was its very own Day Care. Headed by Jackson and Melissa Dean, their Day Care aimed to take advantage of the fact that their competitors were comparatively isolated. The Day Care Man's business had shut down years ago, and the only couple that could raise and breed Pokémon in the region were located on one of the Sevii Islands, making for a great inconvenience for trainers looking for those services. Realizing this, the Dean Couple rented out a building and built a business for themselves. Predictably, they quickly became successful, providing highly desired services in an accessible location for an affordable price. However, out of all of their customers, none of them would go on to be as notable as their own son: Robert.
At present, the boy was out by Route 7 for his daily exercise. His routine was simple: jogging in the western terminus of the Underground Path, 13 sit-ups, 8 push ups, and at 10 minutes of battling wild Pokémon. Recently, his father had gifted him with an egg containing a rare Pokémon as a gift for his birthday as well as a sign of gratitude for help with advertising. Now that the egg had hatched, Robert wasted no time in making sure his Pokémon could fend for himself in a battle. After his Riolu, which was a lighter of blue than normal, made short work of the opposing Rattata, Robert walked over to the Emanation Pokémon and got on one knee.
"Alright Mith, that's enough for today, let's go home," After Robert laid out the plan, he picked up his Riolu and put him on his shoulder. This got the Fighting Type to smile, evidently enjoying the elevation. The walk home was short, but not entirely uneventful. Unbeknownst to him, someone had noticed he was coming home, and decided to capitalize on that fact.
"Hey Robby!" A similarly aged girl piped up as she ran towards Robert whilst waving. The boy breathlessly sighed at being called 'Robby' but decided to let it rest for the time being.
"Hey Trish, how've you been?" With a weak but genuine smile, the young trainer gave a little wave whilst taking a glance at his Pokémon. Mith gave a suspicious glare towards the girl, unsure about her intentions regarding his trainer or in general. Noticing this, Rob figured that the fighting type was attempting to read her aura, as members of his species were famous for doing. With that in mind, the boy refused to interfere.
"I've been good!" Trish gave a big smile after being asked right before turning her attention to the Pokémon on Robert's shoulder, "Hey, who's this little guy?" In response, the Riolu loosened its glare, sensing her friendliness and lack of malice. Rob smiled at the development before introducing his new companion.
"This is Mith, he's a Riolu," During the introduction, he patted Mith's leg affectionately before continuing his sentence, "I've heard his species is from the Sinnoh region. I think my dad might've gotten his egg from a foreign trainer looking to challenge the Indigo League."
"That's so cool! Can I hold him?" Trish's eyes beamed with excitement, something that didn't go unnoticed by the Riolu. Before Robert could even open his mouth to say sure, the Riolu leapt off his shoulder and walked towards the girl to be picked up. Without missing a beat, she scooped him up and hugged him tightly. The regret was palpable, though there was an underlying satisfaction in granting the girl's desires. After putting him down, she gave one more smile to the both of them before going to her house. Robert smiled as he resumed his walk home, pleased to have met up with Trish.
"Hey kiddo, how'd the exercise go?" As he opened the door, Robert was greeted by the welcoming smile of his father, as well as the warm embrace of his mother. Melissa had to regulate the force of her hug, staying aware of Mith's presence on her son's shoulders.
"It went well, I feel like Mith is really getting comfortable battling," Robert started out with the positives before pondering the issue at hand, "I think that Mith can't do any more growing here though. I mean fighting the same wild Pokémon over and over again can't be very productive."
"Why not go on a journey around the region then?" Jackson posed the suggestion more casually than his wife would've preferred, earning himself a stern glare, "Well, as long as you're mother gives her permission I think it'd be a great opportunity for you and your Riolu" After ending his statement, Robert's father quickly scanned the house for a way to blend into the background, finally settling on cleaning a nearby incubator. Meanwhile, the boy gave a nervous glance at his mother, hoping for her approval yet dreading her rejection.
"Of course you can, sweetie!" Pulling her son in for another hug, she squeezed him without restraint before telling him to pack his things. After returning the hug, Robert went to his room to pack everything he needed for his journey, eagerly waiting for the next chapter of his life.
June 21st
Celadon City
The previous day's packing was an difficult task, specifically caused by Robert's inability to fit all of the luxuries he grew accustomed to in a single travel bag. His parents presided over the process to ensure that their son wouldn't try to pack more than he could carry. Ultimately, the bag Robert would be taking on his travels contained six potions, six Pokéballs(five for catching new Pokémon, one belonging to Mith, a Pokémon Incubator, his Rotom Phone, a sleeping bag, hygiene products, and a week's worth of outfits, minus the outfit he was currently wearing. Donning a white t-shirt, light grey cargo shorts and grey sneakers, the boy eagerly grabbed his bag and rushed for the door.
"Robert?" Jackson's voice called out to his son, halting Rob's eager sprint. Turning to face his father, the boy realized that he was about to leave without even giving his parents a hug or any other appropriate farewell ritual. Robert sprinted into his father's arms with redirected enthusiasm, giving a hug to his mother once she had entered the room.
"I made you breakfast, try to eat something before you leave, alright?" Though she was trying to keep a humorous tone, Melissa's eyes betrayed her true emotions. She was proud of her son for entering the next phase of his life, yet saddened by his upcoming absence. Oblivious to this fact, Robert quickly headed for the dining room, encountering an enticing stack of pancakes, a cup of succulent orange juice, and a tantalizing trio of bacon strips. After consuming sample-sized amounts of each item on the table, Robert dashed out of the door to compensate for lost daylight, causing mild amusement from his father and mild concern from his mother.
"Oh wait, one last thing!" Jackson prevented his son from leaving yet again, causing him barely concealed frustration. Fortunately, this frustration was alleviated by the sight of a pair of incubators containing eggs.
"We've had these eggs leftover from a trainer not too long ago. We've tried putting them up for adoption, but no one seemed all that interested. Would you be willing to take them?" Rob obediently nodded as he added two more incubators to his bag's inventory before finally waving goodbye.
Pallet Town
The journey to the town of Pure White Beginnings was an extensive one. After traversing Saffron City, Vermillion City, Diglett's Cave, and Viridian City, Robert and Mith were thoroughly worn out, the former due to walking a great distance while carrying two Pokémon , the latter due to fighting off various wild Pokémon. Though the Riolu had just gotten out of the Viridian Pokémon Center, he was still thoroughly irritated with fending off the onslaught of wild Pokémon. Just when they thought they had a moment's rest, they noticed a Growlithe headed near their direction, causing the trainer and Emanation Pokémon to briefly tense up.
How'd a Growlithe even get here?! Does it have a trainer or something...?
Celadon City was a place many citizens happily called their home. Though not as illustrious as its golden neighbor Saffron, there were plenty of features that the City of Rainbow Dreams had to boast. The Celadon Department Store and Gym were some of the first things that might come to mind, not to mention the Game Corner or the Celadon Hotel. However, the newest feature that Celadon had to boast was its very own Day Care. Headed by Jackson and Melissa Dean, their Day Care aimed to take advantage of the fact that their competitors were comparatively isolated. The Day Care Man's business had shut down years ago, and the only couple that could raise and breed Pokémon in the region were located on one of the Sevii Islands, making for a great inconvenience for trainers looking for those services. Realizing this, the Dean Couple rented out a building and built a business for themselves. Predictably, they quickly became successful, providing highly desired services in an accessible location for an affordable price. However, out of all of their customers, none of them would go on to be as notable as their own son: Robert.
At present, the boy was out by Route 7 for his daily exercise. His routine was simple: jogging in the western terminus of the Underground Path, 13 sit-ups, 8 push ups, and at 10 minutes of battling wild Pokémon. Recently, his father had gifted him with an egg containing a rare Pokémon as a gift for his birthday as well as a sign of gratitude for help with advertising. Now that the egg had hatched, Robert wasted no time in making sure his Pokémon could fend for himself in a battle. After his Riolu, which was a lighter of blue than normal, made short work of the opposing Rattata, Robert walked over to the Emanation Pokémon and got on one knee.
"Alright Mith, that's enough for today, let's go home," After Robert laid out the plan, he picked up his Riolu and put him on his shoulder. This got the Fighting Type to smile, evidently enjoying the elevation. The walk home was short, but not entirely uneventful. Unbeknownst to him, someone had noticed he was coming home, and decided to capitalize on that fact.
"Hey Robby!" A similarly aged girl piped up as she ran towards Robert whilst waving. The boy breathlessly sighed at being called 'Robby' but decided to let it rest for the time being.
"Hey Trish, how've you been?" With a weak but genuine smile, the young trainer gave a little wave whilst taking a glance at his Pokémon. Mith gave a suspicious glare towards the girl, unsure about her intentions regarding his trainer or in general. Noticing this, Rob figured that the fighting type was attempting to read her aura, as members of his species were famous for doing. With that in mind, the boy refused to interfere.
"I've been good!" Trish gave a big smile after being asked right before turning her attention to the Pokémon on Robert's shoulder, "Hey, who's this little guy?" In response, the Riolu loosened its glare, sensing her friendliness and lack of malice. Rob smiled at the development before introducing his new companion.
"This is Mith, he's a Riolu," During the introduction, he patted Mith's leg affectionately before continuing his sentence, "I've heard his species is from the Sinnoh region. I think my dad might've gotten his egg from a foreign trainer looking to challenge the Indigo League."
"That's so cool! Can I hold him?" Trish's eyes beamed with excitement, something that didn't go unnoticed by the Riolu. Before Robert could even open his mouth to say sure, the Riolu leapt off his shoulder and walked towards the girl to be picked up. Without missing a beat, she scooped him up and hugged him tightly. The regret was palpable, though there was an underlying satisfaction in granting the girl's desires. After putting him down, she gave one more smile to the both of them before going to her house. Robert smiled as he resumed his walk home, pleased to have met up with Trish.
"Hey kiddo, how'd the exercise go?" As he opened the door, Robert was greeted by the welcoming smile of his father, as well as the warm embrace of his mother. Melissa had to regulate the force of her hug, staying aware of Mith's presence on her son's shoulders.
"It went well, I feel like Mith is really getting comfortable battling," Robert started out with the positives before pondering the issue at hand, "I think that Mith can't do any more growing here though. I mean fighting the same wild Pokémon over and over again can't be very productive."
"Why not go on a journey around the region then?" Jackson posed the suggestion more casually than his wife would've preferred, earning himself a stern glare, "Well, as long as you're mother gives her permission I think it'd be a great opportunity for you and your Riolu" After ending his statement, Robert's father quickly scanned the house for a way to blend into the background, finally settling on cleaning a nearby incubator. Meanwhile, the boy gave a nervous glance at his mother, hoping for her approval yet dreading her rejection.
"Of course you can, sweetie!" Pulling her son in for another hug, she squeezed him without restraint before telling him to pack his things. After returning the hug, Robert went to his room to pack everything he needed for his journey, eagerly waiting for the next chapter of his life.
June 21st
Celadon City
The previous day's packing was an difficult task, specifically caused by Robert's inability to fit all of the luxuries he grew accustomed to in a single travel bag. His parents presided over the process to ensure that their son wouldn't try to pack more than he could carry. Ultimately, the bag Robert would be taking on his travels contained six potions, six Pokéballs(five for catching new Pokémon, one belonging to Mith, a Pokémon Incubator, his Rotom Phone, a sleeping bag, hygiene products, and a week's worth of outfits, minus the outfit he was currently wearing. Donning a white t-shirt, light grey cargo shorts and grey sneakers, the boy eagerly grabbed his bag and rushed for the door.
"Robert?" Jackson's voice called out to his son, halting Rob's eager sprint. Turning to face his father, the boy realized that he was about to leave without even giving his parents a hug or any other appropriate farewell ritual. Robert sprinted into his father's arms with redirected enthusiasm, giving a hug to his mother once she had entered the room.
"I made you breakfast, try to eat something before you leave, alright?" Though she was trying to keep a humorous tone, Melissa's eyes betrayed her true emotions. She was proud of her son for entering the next phase of his life, yet saddened by his upcoming absence. Oblivious to this fact, Robert quickly headed for the dining room, encountering an enticing stack of pancakes, a cup of succulent orange juice, and a tantalizing trio of bacon strips. After consuming sample-sized amounts of each item on the table, Robert dashed out of the door to compensate for lost daylight, causing mild amusement from his father and mild concern from his mother.
"Oh wait, one last thing!" Jackson prevented his son from leaving yet again, causing him barely concealed frustration. Fortunately, this frustration was alleviated by the sight of a pair of incubators containing eggs.
"We've had these eggs leftover from a trainer not too long ago. We've tried putting them up for adoption, but no one seemed all that interested. Would you be willing to take them?" Rob obediently nodded as he added two more incubators to his bag's inventory before finally waving goodbye.
Pallet Town
The journey to the town of Pure White Beginnings was an extensive one. After traversing Saffron City, Vermillion City, Diglett's Cave, and Viridian City, Robert and Mith were thoroughly worn out, the former due to walking a great distance while carrying two Pokémon , the latter due to fighting off various wild Pokémon. Though the Riolu had just gotten out of the Viridian Pokémon Center, he was still thoroughly irritated with fending off the onslaught of wild Pokémon. Just when they thought they had a moment's rest, they noticed a Growlithe headed near their direction, causing the trainer and Emanation Pokémon to briefly tense up.
How'd a Growlithe even get here?! Does it have a trainer or something...?
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Solely fixated on reaching the lab, Windie raced by without regard to the newfound duo. The puppy’s trainer, however, was much more easily captured by curiosity. Acacia didn’t note much of the boy outside of his dark red hair, though the Pokémon at his side was enough to stop and do a double take.
“Windie wait up!” Acacia’s feet kicked up dust as he slide to a halt. The second glance at the blue canine confirmed his suspicion. That’s a Riolu alright. What started as a spark of intrigue flared into a blaze of excitement. He marched over and kneeled down to get level with the Pokémon. “Wow, you don’t see many Riolu around here. Did you guys travel here from Sinnoh?” Acacia’s golden eyes remained fixated on the emanation Pokémon despite addressing Rob.
“Windie wait up!” Acacia’s feet kicked up dust as he slide to a halt. The second glance at the blue canine confirmed his suspicion. That’s a Riolu alright. What started as a spark of intrigue flared into a blaze of excitement. He marched over and kneeled down to get level with the Pokémon. “Wow, you don’t see many Riolu around here. Did you guys travel here from Sinnoh?” Acacia’s golden eyes remained fixated on the emanation Pokémon despite addressing Rob.
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What began as annoyance created by the possibility of fighting another wild Pokémon quickly became a mixture of relief and excitement upon meeting the Pokémon's trainer. Now that Robert and his Pokémon could relax, the fledgling trainer took a moment to ponder the question posed by the mysterious golden-eyed boy. Though Rob had never stepped foot into Sinnoh, travelling with a Pokémon that famously hails from that region as a beginner would make create the appearance he was born in Sinnoh and that he was taking a trip to Kanto for training.
"Heh, no, I'm from Celadon City. It's still pretty far from here all things considered," Rob chuckled at the way reality betrayed expectation before making a proactive effort to alleviate any confusion that his peer would have, "My parents own a Day Care, and I guess a Sinnohan Trainer must've wanted a Lucario with an Egg Move, probably Meteor Mash if I had to wager a guess. Lucario can learn it itself, but it takes a bit of time and some trainers sadly don't have that sort of patience. They'd rather have something like a male Smeargle that sketched the move breed with a female Lucario so the resulting child can have Meteor Mash once it hatches. Meteor Mash is generally seen as Lucario's best Steel Type move, being easier to aim than Iron Tail while being stronger than any of the other alternatives. A lot of trainers want it to deal with Fairy Types that prove troublesome without super effective moves." After finishing his explanation and theorization, Robert noticed Mith giving him an amused glance. In a moment of self-awareness, the boy facepalmed and turned away, realizing that he was rambling.
"Sorry about that...my mom's told me that I tend to talk too much when I wanna explain something. But I've gotta introduce myself: my name is Robert Dean, but you can just call me Rob," After shaking off his embarrassment, Robert recalled his manners, allowing for proper introductions, "This Riolu right here is my partner, Mith. I've been with him ever since he's hatched, I like to think I've grown on him a tad." As if waiting for his cue, the Emanation Pokémon extended his paw for a handshake once Rob finished talking.
"Heh, no, I'm from Celadon City. It's still pretty far from here all things considered," Rob chuckled at the way reality betrayed expectation before making a proactive effort to alleviate any confusion that his peer would have, "My parents own a Day Care, and I guess a Sinnohan Trainer must've wanted a Lucario with an Egg Move, probably Meteor Mash if I had to wager a guess. Lucario can learn it itself, but it takes a bit of time and some trainers sadly don't have that sort of patience. They'd rather have something like a male Smeargle that sketched the move breed with a female Lucario so the resulting child can have Meteor Mash once it hatches. Meteor Mash is generally seen as Lucario's best Steel Type move, being easier to aim than Iron Tail while being stronger than any of the other alternatives. A lot of trainers want it to deal with Fairy Types that prove troublesome without super effective moves." After finishing his explanation and theorization, Robert noticed Mith giving him an amused glance. In a moment of self-awareness, the boy facepalmed and turned away, realizing that he was rambling.
"Sorry about that...my mom's told me that I tend to talk too much when I wanna explain something. But I've gotta introduce myself: my name is Robert Dean, but you can just call me Rob," After shaking off his embarrassment, Robert recalled his manners, allowing for proper introductions, "This Riolu right here is my partner, Mith. I've been with him ever since he's hatched, I like to think I've grown on him a tad." As if waiting for his cue, the Emanation Pokémon extended his paw for a handshake once Rob finished talking.
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If he had been speaking on most any other subject, Acacia would have been bored by Rob’s rambling and zoned out or even been as bold to walk away mid lecture. Though for the topic of Pokémon breeding, he was content to sit and listen until the boy had finished.
I hadn’t even thought of the utility of sketch in breeding for egg moves… Figuring the knowledge might be useful in the future, he took a moment to commit it to memory before beginning introductions.
“Nice to meet ya Mith, I’m Acacia.” He smiled and returned the handshake, taking a second to admire the Riolu’s sleek fur before nodding to the Growlithe that had returned to his side, “And that’s Windie.”
While Windie eagerly lifted a paw in a proud display of his move “shake,” Acacia rose to meet Rob.
“It’s good to meet you too, Rob, even if you aren’t quite as cool as your Pokémon.” A coy wink punctuated his words. “By the way, it’s annoying that you apologize for saying what’s on your mind. The world’s full of dumb words people say and they aren’t gonna start apologizing for those so why should you have to? In my opinion we could use a few more educated ramblings here and there. Helps balance the stupid-smart equilibrium ya know?”
I hadn’t even thought of the utility of sketch in breeding for egg moves… Figuring the knowledge might be useful in the future, he took a moment to commit it to memory before beginning introductions.
“Nice to meet ya Mith, I’m Acacia.” He smiled and returned the handshake, taking a second to admire the Riolu’s sleek fur before nodding to the Growlithe that had returned to his side, “And that’s Windie.”
While Windie eagerly lifted a paw in a proud display of his move “shake,” Acacia rose to meet Rob.
“It’s good to meet you too, Rob, even if you aren’t quite as cool as your Pokémon.” A coy wink punctuated his words. “By the way, it’s annoying that you apologize for saying what’s on your mind. The world’s full of dumb words people say and they aren’t gonna start apologizing for those so why should you have to? In my opinion we could use a few more educated ramblings here and there. Helps balance the stupid-smart equilibrium ya know?”
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Robert watched with a serene smile as Mith and Acacia shook hands, though he secretly wanted to get in on the handshaking action himself. Mith echoed the smile of his trainer, taking pride in being the object of Acacia's admiration. Nodding at the introductions, the red-haired boy got onto one knee to return the handshake that had been offered by Windie. While the handshake occurred, Rob heard the unfiltered, resolute thoughts of Acacia, taking a moment to ponder on his words. What seemingly began as a dig against Rob quickly turned into an encouraging compliment. It was clear that Acacia practiced what he preached: saying what came to his mind regardless of phraseology or sensitivity. Comparatively, Robert found himself trying to carefully consider the words that came out of his mouth, lest he come across uneducated or crass. The boy swore to himself that he'd try to be more direct with his thoughts, while taking an interest in the other ideas that Acacia had about the world.
"It's hard to compete with Mith when it comes to being cool," Rob shrugged after rising to meet Acacia's eye level, "I mean he's strong, fast, empathetic. What's not to like?" Chuckling to himself, he gave a winking thumbs up to his Riolu, who seemed to take a notice at being praised. As a response, Mith puffed his chest out with a self-satisfied smile, before walking over to Windie to make himself known.
"By the way, what brought you to Pallet Town?" Taking Acacia's advice to heart, Rob posed the question as soon as it came to him, "I came here to get advice from Professor Oak. Figured he'd know a thing or two about Pokémon and how they grow."
"It's hard to compete with Mith when it comes to being cool," Rob shrugged after rising to meet Acacia's eye level, "I mean he's strong, fast, empathetic. What's not to like?" Chuckling to himself, he gave a winking thumbs up to his Riolu, who seemed to take a notice at being praised. As a response, Mith puffed his chest out with a self-satisfied smile, before walking over to Windie to make himself known.
"By the way, what brought you to Pallet Town?" Taking Acacia's advice to heart, Rob posed the question as soon as it came to him, "I came here to get advice from Professor Oak. Figured he'd know a thing or two about Pokémon and how they grow."
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Acacia giggled at Rob’s joke, taking a moment to admire the boy’s adoration of his own pokemon. “I can’t argue when you put it like that, guess he’s just the whole package.” He spoke as the Riolu headed towards Windie who immediately crouched and began wagging his tail out of eagerness to play.
“I came from Cinnabar so I’m passing through here on my way to the Viridian gym. Figured I might as well check out the lab on my way.” Then, as was often the case with Acacia, his scattered brain was distracted by the sight of Mith and Windie chasing each other around and an intrusive thought took the forefront of his mind. “Say…” a dry grin broke out on his face, “If you came from Celadon you must know how to take care of yourself. Wanna battle?”
“I came from Cinnabar so I’m passing through here on my way to the Viridian gym. Figured I might as well check out the lab on my way.” Then, as was often the case with Acacia, his scattered brain was distracted by the sight of Mith and Windie chasing each other around and an intrusive thought took the forefront of his mind. “Say…” a dry grin broke out on his face, “If you came from Celadon you must know how to take care of yourself. Wanna battle?”
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Rob found himself laughing along with Acacia, either because of the golden eyed child's infectious laughter or simply because of being in a good mood. When the redhead noticed his partner playing with the Growlithe, he nodded his head in approval, glad to see Mith finally play with a Pokémon rather than fight them. Rob shrugged and nodded slightly as he heard Acacia's rationale. If he were to leave Cinnabar, he'd either have to go to here or Fuchsia, and Pallet was the much shorter trip. At first, Rob thought their conversation would just end there, but Acacia had other plans, plans that involved a Pokémon battle.
"Well, how could I say no?" Rob smirked with a wink on his face, realizing that Mith would eventually have to learn how to fight against trained Pokémon. Not only would he be foolish to decline the opportunity for growth, but he knew that if he refused, he'd never hear the end of it.
"Well, how could I say no?" Rob smirked with a wink on his face, realizing that Mith would eventually have to learn how to fight against trained Pokémon. Not only would he be foolish to decline the opportunity for growth, but he knew that if he refused, he'd never hear the end of it.
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“Perfect“ Excitement surged within Acacia triggered by Rob’s willingness to battle. “You hear that Windie? We’re gonna battle them!”
The Growlithe’s ears perked up at the word “battle” much in the same way a typical puppy might respond to the words “walk” or “park” and he immediately broke up playing to run to his trainers side. Windie’s eagerness brought a smile to Acacia’s face and he gave the puppy a pat on the head.
“Let’s do it over there.” He gestured to an empty field not far from the laboratory and led the group over. “You battle much before?”
The Growlithe’s ears perked up at the word “battle” much in the same way a typical puppy might respond to the words “walk” or “park” and he immediately broke up playing to run to his trainers side. Windie’s eagerness brought a smile to Acacia’s face and he gave the puppy a pat on the head.
“Let’s do it over there.” He gestured to an empty field not far from the laboratory and led the group over. “You battle much before?”
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Mith slowly stepped back from Windie as the loyal Canine rushed towards Acacia after being told that he was going to battle. After exchanging a look with his own trainer, Mith gave a hapless shrug approached Rob's side.
Rob smiled as he walked with his partner to the empty field that Acacia had pointed out earlier. The field was nothing to write home about; it was green, wide and empty as all fields were. Fortunately, those same attributes made it perfect for Pokémon battles. What Rob had failed to notice was the field's close proximity to the Pokémon Lab, allowing any errant intern to become their audience.
"Not against trained Pokémon, no," Rob chuckled sheepishly as he scratched the back of his head, "I usually spend 10 minutes a day battling wild ones though." The redheaded child noticed Mith lacked Windie's enthusiasm, which was understandable, but he knew that the training wheels had to come off eventually.
"You'll do fine buddy, just trust yourself," Rob got down to his knee to give his partner some encouragement, which was met with a smiling nod and an enthused fist pump by the light blue canine.
Rob smiled as he walked with his partner to the empty field that Acacia had pointed out earlier. The field was nothing to write home about; it was green, wide and empty as all fields were. Fortunately, those same attributes made it perfect for Pokémon battles. What Rob had failed to notice was the field's close proximity to the Pokémon Lab, allowing any errant intern to become their audience.
"Not against trained Pokémon, no," Rob chuckled sheepishly as he scratched the back of his head, "I usually spend 10 minutes a day battling wild ones though." The redheaded child noticed Mith lacked Windie's enthusiasm, which was understandable, but he knew that the training wheels had to come off eventually.
"You'll do fine buddy, just trust yourself," Rob got down to his knee to give his partner some encouragement, which was met with a smiling nod and an enthused fist pump by the light blue canine.
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“Well guess there’s a first time for everything, I’m not gonna go easy on you though.” With that remark, Acacia left Rob’s side and crossed to the other end of the field. With each step he noted the firmness of the soil, bumps or holes dug by rattata, patches where the grass was especially long or dewy. All this information could potentially have an impact, any slip or stumble could be the difference between victory and defeat.
Once the boy had taken about twenty strides, he paused. With his back facing his opponent he took two deep breaths and turned around with a serious demeanor unfitting of the boy who was just chance around a puppy. Let’s do this.
“Windie, agility!” As quickly as the words left his mouth, the Growlithe shot from his trainer’s side- a blur of orange as he closed the distance in a zigzagging pattern.
Once the boy had taken about twenty strides, he paused. With his back facing his opponent he took two deep breaths and turned around with a serious demeanor unfitting of the boy who was just chance around a puppy. Let’s do this.
“Windie, agility!” As quickly as the words left his mouth, the Growlithe shot from his trainer’s side- a blur of orange as he closed the distance in a zigzagging pattern.
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"I'd be disappointed if you did," Rob countered with a remark of his own as he watched his opponent take his place on the other side of the battlefield. Watching Acacia walk allowed Rob to realize that he never asked about Acacia's experience. Though they were the same age, that had no bearing on the battle experience that each of them had. Perhaps Rob had unwittingly agreed to fight an opponent that was way out of his league. Alas, it was too late to back down now; the fight began with Acacia calling Agility from Windie.
Mith's eyes danced as he attempted to follow the zig-zag pattern Windie was travelling in. It was an obvious attempt to disorient the Emanation Pokémon, which was working until Rob had called a command of his own.
"Mith, throw him off with Rock Smash!" Shaking his head to refocus himself, Mith's hand began to glow a faint blue before he punching the ground, causing a small fracture that launched a myriad of pebbles that spread the radius of Windie's zig-zag pattern.
Mith's eyes danced as he attempted to follow the zig-zag pattern Windie was travelling in. It was an obvious attempt to disorient the Emanation Pokémon, which was working until Rob had called a command of his own.
"Mith, throw him off with Rock Smash!" Shaking his head to refocus himself, Mith's hand began to glow a faint blue before he punching the ground, causing a small fracture that launched a myriad of pebbles that spread the radius of Windie's zig-zag pattern.
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Acacia had hoped the self-proclaimed inexperienced trainer would take the bait and charge in, leaving him at the mercy of Windie’s now heightened speed; however, the clever countermeasure left Acacia far more excited. It was amazing to him that even in the boy’s first battle he demonstrated a far greater understanding of his Pokémon than the challenger from the day prior.
Keep it up Rob, you’re growing on me.
Though in a battle there was not time to indulge in sentiments and Acacia was quick to order his next command. “Windie, retreat and counter with ember!”
This order was a test. Acacia was unfamiliar with Pokémon from Sinnoh and he sought to determine whether Rob’s move was to create space for his own ranged attacks or if the boy had improvised this defense due to lacking a projectile response. His strategy in battle was no different from the advice Blaine gave him in chess- once you determine your opponent’s strengths and strategy, an open mind and adaptability will allow you to control the board.
The puppy sprang backwards, the increase in distance both softening the blow from the pebbles that scraped along its fur and creating space from the aura pokemon. It took a moment for Windie to regain his bearings amongst the cloud of dust, but his keen nose locked onto Mith and soon after a burst of flames was fired at the Riolu.
Keep it up Rob, you’re growing on me.
Though in a battle there was not time to indulge in sentiments and Acacia was quick to order his next command. “Windie, retreat and counter with ember!”
This order was a test. Acacia was unfamiliar with Pokémon from Sinnoh and he sought to determine whether Rob’s move was to create space for his own ranged attacks or if the boy had improvised this defense due to lacking a projectile response. His strategy in battle was no different from the advice Blaine gave him in chess- once you determine your opponent’s strengths and strategy, an open mind and adaptability will allow you to control the board.
The puppy sprang backwards, the increase in distance both softening the blow from the pebbles that scraped along its fur and creating space from the aura pokemon. It took a moment for Windie to regain his bearings amongst the cloud of dust, but his keen nose locked onto Mith and soon after a burst of flames was fired at the Riolu.
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Rob felt a wave of relief wash over him as Mith successfully caused Windie to double back, but he wasn't able to celebrate for long. Acacia's order to retreat was combined with an order to attack with Ember, prompting an interesting conundrum for the redheaded trainer.
If I had Vacuum Wave this would be a lot simpler...
Having limited time to consider solutions, Rob swiftly called his next move, "Get out of the way and counter with Bullet Punch!"
Mith's eyes were locked on his opponent, widening as he saw the glowing light of the flame through the dust he had kicked up. Fortunately, his ears were able to pick up on his trainer's commands, responding by cartwheeling away from the blast before rushing towards the Growlithe at breakneck speed. Mith's fist was engulfed in a silvery-white light, as he aimed his fist at Windie's cheek.
If I had Vacuum Wave this would be a lot simpler...
Having limited time to consider solutions, Rob swiftly called his next move, "Get out of the way and counter with Bullet Punch!"
Mith's eyes were locked on his opponent, widening as he saw the glowing light of the flame through the dust he had kicked up. Fortunately, his ears were able to pick up on his trainer's commands, responding by cartwheeling away from the blast before rushing towards the Growlithe at breakneck speed. Mith's fist was engulfed in a silvery-white light, as he aimed his fist at Windie's cheek.
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There wasn’t much to be done, even though agility had raised Windie’s speed, the nature of bullet punch was far too quick of an attack to avoid and its connection with Windie’s jaw sent the puppy skidding backwards. But despite taking the first hit of the battle, Acacia felt only a surge of confidence watching his Growlithe shake off the ineffective steel type attack.
He must not have a ranged attack. That means his only way to close the distance must be with bullet punch. In which case…. I know how to win!
His eyes gave a flicker of golden excitement, the diagnosis step was complete and all that remained was execution.
“Make distance and use ember!” Windie’s ears perked up, he could tell from the ring in Acacia’s voice that he had figured something out. The Growlithe leapt diagonally away from Mith and fired another spark of flames.
~ Meanwhile, on the first floor of Oak’s laboratory, a tiny blue turtle sat propped up on a windowsill, eyes glowing with both infatuation and jealousy at the battle unfolding just outside.
He must not have a ranged attack. That means his only way to close the distance must be with bullet punch. In which case…. I know how to win!
His eyes gave a flicker of golden excitement, the diagnosis step was complete and all that remained was execution.
“Make distance and use ember!” Windie’s ears perked up, he could tell from the ring in Acacia’s voice that he had figured something out. The Growlithe leapt diagonally away from Mith and fired another spark of flames.
~ Meanwhile, on the first floor of Oak’s laboratory, a tiny blue turtle sat propped up on a windowsill, eyes glowing with both infatuation and jealousy at the battle unfolding just outside.
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Rob smiled as he watched Mith connect his attack. Though it was weak, he had managed to secure the first blow of the battle. Despite the enthusiasm in his opponent's voice, Rob was confident that he could carry the momentum he gained from the first attack into securing consecutive ones. Windie seemingly repeating the strategy that Mith already countered furthered Rob's confidence.
Alright, since I managed to get away with it once, lets see how far we can push this...
"Same as before: close the distance with Bullet Punch!" Mith nodded as he heard the command, dodging yet another spark of fire before rushing towards the Growlithe with yet another silver-white fist aimed at the canine's head.
"Rock Smash!" Though the Riolu's leading fist remained a slivery-whie, its rear fist began to glow a familiar blue, intending to strike the Growlithe with the attacks in the order that they were called.
As this was going on, a small green creature resembling a strange combination between an onion and a frog approached the same windowsill that its blue turtle friend sat near. Curious as to what the turtle was watching at the window & unable to climb the windowsill to see for itself, the creature used the vines hidden inside of its onion-like bulb to tap on the tiny turtle's head, hoping to get its attention
Alright, since I managed to get away with it once, lets see how far we can push this...
"Same as before: close the distance with Bullet Punch!" Mith nodded as he heard the command, dodging yet another spark of fire before rushing towards the Growlithe with yet another silver-white fist aimed at the canine's head.
"Rock Smash!" Though the Riolu's leading fist remained a slivery-whie, its rear fist began to glow a familiar blue, intending to strike the Growlithe with the attacks in the order that they were called.
As this was going on, a small green creature resembling a strange combination between an onion and a frog approached the same windowsill that its blue turtle friend sat near. Curious as to what the turtle was watching at the window & unable to climb the windowsill to see for itself, the creature used the vines hidden inside of its onion-like bulb to tap on the tiny turtle's head, hoping to get its attention
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While the bulbasaur had just hoped to gain the squirtles attention, it achieved that and more. At the time, the turtle’s face was squished against the glass- completely entranced by the battle going on outside. He envied the Pokémon, it was his deepest desire to forge such a partnership- embark on a grand adventure where strength meant the freedom to do anything without fear. He aspired to be daring, bold, brave -AH! What the heck was that!?
The poke of the grass type’s vine, while gentle, startled the unsuspecting squirtle and spooked him out of his fantasy. Startled, the turtle jumped backwards and turned to face his “attacker.” A shell is thought to be the defining characteristic of a turtle, a method of defense that ensured safety and protection, but for a clumsy one such as this one, it could often be a curse. The squirtle’s hard exterior smashed through the window glass with ease, and while it shielded him from the damage from landing, the Pokémon found himself helplessly sliding down the hill outside the laboratory trapped on his shell.
~
An enthused smirk tugged at the edges of Acacia’s jaw. They took the bait.
Hook.
The Riolu emerged from the embers with a familiar fist, though this time Acacia had made preparations for their arrival.
“Brace yourself Windie and grab him with bite!”
Line.
Windie responded without hesitation, crouching into a steadfast position without any thoughts of evasion. Before the bullet punch could make contact, the Growlithe opened his mouth and caught the silver fist within the clutches of his jaw. However, this did little to defend the puppy from the ensuing rock smash. The blue fist slammed into the cream tufts of fur that decorated the top of Windie’s head. His legs nearly buckled and collapsed into the ground, but just as Windie trusted his trainer’s plan, Acacia trusted his Pokémon to endure. When the dust cleared, Mith was not rewarded with a glimpse of a defeated foe, but remained trapped with the vengeful eyes of the fiery canine starring through him.
And Sinker.
“Finish him with Flame Wheel!”
Blazes of orange and red sprung from the open edges of Windie’s mouth and consumed both Pokémon in a swirling inferno. He jumped up, finally releasing himself from his braced crouch. With the Riolu’s arm still trapped in his mouth he performed a flaming flip and slammed the fighting type into the ground. This, however, was not the full extent of the attack. The squirtle had bore the worst of luck and uncontrollably slid into the path of collision moments before contact and was also knocked out by the explosive attack.
Oh shoot!
Acacia’s feelings of victory were short lived, being replaced by guilt when he saw the unintended victim of his attack. He dashed to the pokemon’s side.
A squirtle! Must be from the lab then, but at least the damage shouldn’t be too serious since it’s a water type.
“Hey Rob, nice battle, but let’s get these guys to the lab and heal them up. Knocking out someone else’s starter isn’t the first impression I wanted but I gotta go try to explain.”
But before departing, Acacia paused for a moment to address an absolute necessity.
“And what a good boy you are Windie. You’re the best pokemon in the whole wide world. I’m so lucky you’re my pokemon- yes I am.” Any sense of coolness, pride, or urgency was cast aside as he sweet talked praise into the puppy’s ear and lovingly pet the fur on his neck while the Windie wagged his tail and licked his trainer’s face. Then, Acacia immediately switched back into his normal demeanor as though nothing happened, scooped up the unconscious squirtle and took off running for the lab.
“Come on Rob, Windie. Let’s go.”
The poke of the grass type’s vine, while gentle, startled the unsuspecting squirtle and spooked him out of his fantasy. Startled, the turtle jumped backwards and turned to face his “attacker.” A shell is thought to be the defining characteristic of a turtle, a method of defense that ensured safety and protection, but for a clumsy one such as this one, it could often be a curse. The squirtle’s hard exterior smashed through the window glass with ease, and while it shielded him from the damage from landing, the Pokémon found himself helplessly sliding down the hill outside the laboratory trapped on his shell.
~
An enthused smirk tugged at the edges of Acacia’s jaw. They took the bait.
Hook.
The Riolu emerged from the embers with a familiar fist, though this time Acacia had made preparations for their arrival.
“Brace yourself Windie and grab him with bite!”
Line.
Windie responded without hesitation, crouching into a steadfast position without any thoughts of evasion. Before the bullet punch could make contact, the Growlithe opened his mouth and caught the silver fist within the clutches of his jaw. However, this did little to defend the puppy from the ensuing rock smash. The blue fist slammed into the cream tufts of fur that decorated the top of Windie’s head. His legs nearly buckled and collapsed into the ground, but just as Windie trusted his trainer’s plan, Acacia trusted his Pokémon to endure. When the dust cleared, Mith was not rewarded with a glimpse of a defeated foe, but remained trapped with the vengeful eyes of the fiery canine starring through him.
And Sinker.
“Finish him with Flame Wheel!”
Blazes of orange and red sprung from the open edges of Windie’s mouth and consumed both Pokémon in a swirling inferno. He jumped up, finally releasing himself from his braced crouch. With the Riolu’s arm still trapped in his mouth he performed a flaming flip and slammed the fighting type into the ground. This, however, was not the full extent of the attack. The squirtle had bore the worst of luck and uncontrollably slid into the path of collision moments before contact and was also knocked out by the explosive attack.
Oh shoot!
Acacia’s feelings of victory were short lived, being replaced by guilt when he saw the unintended victim of his attack. He dashed to the pokemon’s side.
A squirtle! Must be from the lab then, but at least the damage shouldn’t be too serious since it’s a water type.
“Hey Rob, nice battle, but let’s get these guys to the lab and heal them up. Knocking out someone else’s starter isn’t the first impression I wanted but I gotta go try to explain.”
But before departing, Acacia paused for a moment to address an absolute necessity.
“And what a good boy you are Windie. You’re the best pokemon in the whole wide world. I’m so lucky you’re my pokemon- yes I am.” Any sense of coolness, pride, or urgency was cast aside as he sweet talked praise into the puppy’s ear and lovingly pet the fur on his neck while the Windie wagged his tail and licked his trainer’s face. Then, Acacia immediately switched back into his normal demeanor as though nothing happened, scooped up the unconscious squirtle and took off running for the lab.
“Come on Rob, Windie. Let’s go.”
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True to Acacia's proficiency at training, the battle was over nearly as quickly as it had began. In a maneuver that neither Rob nor Mith had seen before, Windie caught the Bullet Punch with his teeth and after tanking the subsequent Rock Smash, the Puppy Pokémon slammed Mith onto the ground by using Flame Wheel while comping down on the Riolu's hand. Rob felt like he should have felt upset or irritated that he lost so quickly, but he was too busy being impressed by the technique that Acacia pulled off. Not only was the idea inspired, but the execution was flawless and decisive, a feat only achievable by experienced trainers.
Don't see that from wild Rattata...
Rob walked towards the site of the battle, noticing a small crater had been created from Windie's fiery flip. He intended to both congratulate his opponent and encourage his Pokémon on fighting as hard as he did. Unfortunately, an errant newcomer seemed to have gotten caught in the crossfire, with closer inspection revealing that newcomer to be the Squirtle of the Pokémon Laboratory. Acacia's haste in treating the Squirtle's wounds meant Rob could only manage a small nod acknowledging their fight before putting Mith back in his Pokéball, and following on Acacia's heels.
"Hey bud, you did great," Though Rob knew his Pokémon was unconscious due to suffering wounds from the recent bout, he was compelled to encourage his partner nonetheless.
The strange onion-frog creature flinched as he saw the Squirtle's...extreme reaction to simply being tapped on the head. A part of him felt contempt as he watched the Tiny Turtle succumb to his own clumsiness and misplaced enthusiasm. Regardless of how deserving the Squirtle may or may not have been, the Bulbasaur still felt obligated to at least check on him, leading to him waddling towards the door where he saw two young humans walking inside. Curious, the Bulbasaur decided to move to the side and watch as the humans did whatever they were going to do.
Don't see that from wild Rattata...
Rob walked towards the site of the battle, noticing a small crater had been created from Windie's fiery flip. He intended to both congratulate his opponent and encourage his Pokémon on fighting as hard as he did. Unfortunately, an errant newcomer seemed to have gotten caught in the crossfire, with closer inspection revealing that newcomer to be the Squirtle of the Pokémon Laboratory. Acacia's haste in treating the Squirtle's wounds meant Rob could only manage a small nod acknowledging their fight before putting Mith back in his Pokéball, and following on Acacia's heels.
"Hey bud, you did great," Though Rob knew his Pokémon was unconscious due to suffering wounds from the recent bout, he was compelled to encourage his partner nonetheless.
The strange onion-frog creature flinched as he saw the Squirtle's...extreme reaction to simply being tapped on the head. A part of him felt contempt as he watched the Tiny Turtle succumb to his own clumsiness and misplaced enthusiasm. Regardless of how deserving the Squirtle may or may not have been, the Bulbasaur still felt obligated to at least check on him, leading to him waddling towards the door where he saw two young humans walking inside. Curious, the Bulbasaur decided to move to the side and watch as the humans did whatever they were going to do.
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Mango137
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Serenity. That was the word to describe Oak’s laboratory. In fact, it was the only word that seemed fitting for quite some time now.
He sat back on his couch, the comforting warmth of the tea grasped in his hands provoked a gentle wave of nostalgia. Some twenty odd years ago, his very own grandson set off on an adventure alongside another boy and a rather troublesome girl. He always suspected that they would be special, but he never would have anticipated that the trio would produce two champions, but perhaps they were forced into that level of strength out of necessity. Their departure coincided with the beginning of a wave of evil teams emerging, marking the end of the great trainer era as parent’s became far more hesitant to allow their children to set out on their own adventures. If kids desired to become a trainer these days, they primarily opted to go the trainer school route and enter the league upon graduation.
Oak sighed with an equal mix of contentment and boredom. His newfound tranquility was a blessing at times, but he missed the feeling of turning on the tv and recognizing the faces of one of the eager children that had passed through his laboratory. With the Pokédex complete and trainer’s being given Pokémon through school sponsorships, the professor had found himself increasingly irrelevant in his old age, though his excitement would soon be sparked.
BAM!
The double doors of the laboratory flung open, letting in a gust of wind that flung papers about the entryway as two, no three, trainers made their dramatic entrance. New trainers!? Oak jumped from his seat to welcome the unexpected guests. He cared not for the dirt they tracked in or their intrusive manners, but they were visitors and he would play his role of a host to perfection.
“Why hello there!” He approached the trio, experiencing a moment of deja vu at their odd entrance. A prim and proper looking girl brought up the rear, eliciting a giggle as he saw the errant cat dangling from her shoulder. Then was a boy with a cooler demeanor, standing next to a bulbasaur Oak recognized as his own. And leading the charge was a scrappy looking kid and his growlithe, whose panicked expression seemed like an overreaction to the minor injuries on the familiar squirtle he grasped in his clutches. Well they’re definitely beginners. “So that’s where these two were. Looks like you all got into a bit of trouble, but do not fret, this is nothing a little treatment can’t fix. You’ll have to tell me all about it in a moment.”
Oak grabbed the squirtle’s pokeball from his desk, returned the tiny turtle, and set the orb into a healing chamber. He then headed back to his living room area, gesturing to the trainer’s to make themselves comfortable on the various empty seats.
From Acacia, there was no hesitation to sit down. Oak was a celebrity to him, the grandfather of one of his favorite trainers and the author of countless amazing studies. If there was the opportunity to converse with an idol, he wasn’t going to miss it. “Sorry about that professor. We were having a battle out there and squirtle stumbled into it out of nowhere, we really didn’t mean to hurt him.” Acacia spoke first, hoping to pay his respects by offering an unprompted apology.
“Oh don’t be silly, I’m not angry. I know that squirtle well. He seems to have a talent for getting into trouble. I’m a bit more interested in you all, tell me about yourselves.”
“My name’s Acacia!” He chirped up, relieved to know that Oak harbored no resentment toward him after injuring his pokemon. “I’m originally from Hoenn but I came here from Cinnabar on my way to Viridian to start my gym challenge.”
Cinnabar… Acacia… “Ah! You must be Blaine’s boy, how nice it is to finally meet you. And you say you’re hoping to challenge Blue… my my, how exciting. And how about you two then? Are you all traveling together?” Oak leaned forward, eager to learn more about the children.
He sat back on his couch, the comforting warmth of the tea grasped in his hands provoked a gentle wave of nostalgia. Some twenty odd years ago, his very own grandson set off on an adventure alongside another boy and a rather troublesome girl. He always suspected that they would be special, but he never would have anticipated that the trio would produce two champions, but perhaps they were forced into that level of strength out of necessity. Their departure coincided with the beginning of a wave of evil teams emerging, marking the end of the great trainer era as parent’s became far more hesitant to allow their children to set out on their own adventures. If kids desired to become a trainer these days, they primarily opted to go the trainer school route and enter the league upon graduation.
Oak sighed with an equal mix of contentment and boredom. His newfound tranquility was a blessing at times, but he missed the feeling of turning on the tv and recognizing the faces of one of the eager children that had passed through his laboratory. With the Pokédex complete and trainer’s being given Pokémon through school sponsorships, the professor had found himself increasingly irrelevant in his old age, though his excitement would soon be sparked.
BAM!
The double doors of the laboratory flung open, letting in a gust of wind that flung papers about the entryway as two, no three, trainers made their dramatic entrance. New trainers!? Oak jumped from his seat to welcome the unexpected guests. He cared not for the dirt they tracked in or their intrusive manners, but they were visitors and he would play his role of a host to perfection.
“Why hello there!” He approached the trio, experiencing a moment of deja vu at their odd entrance. A prim and proper looking girl brought up the rear, eliciting a giggle as he saw the errant cat dangling from her shoulder. Then was a boy with a cooler demeanor, standing next to a bulbasaur Oak recognized as his own. And leading the charge was a scrappy looking kid and his growlithe, whose panicked expression seemed like an overreaction to the minor injuries on the familiar squirtle he grasped in his clutches. Well they’re definitely beginners. “So that’s where these two were. Looks like you all got into a bit of trouble, but do not fret, this is nothing a little treatment can’t fix. You’ll have to tell me all about it in a moment.”
Oak grabbed the squirtle’s pokeball from his desk, returned the tiny turtle, and set the orb into a healing chamber. He then headed back to his living room area, gesturing to the trainer’s to make themselves comfortable on the various empty seats.
From Acacia, there was no hesitation to sit down. Oak was a celebrity to him, the grandfather of one of his favorite trainers and the author of countless amazing studies. If there was the opportunity to converse with an idol, he wasn’t going to miss it. “Sorry about that professor. We were having a battle out there and squirtle stumbled into it out of nowhere, we really didn’t mean to hurt him.” Acacia spoke first, hoping to pay his respects by offering an unprompted apology.
“Oh don’t be silly, I’m not angry. I know that squirtle well. He seems to have a talent for getting into trouble. I’m a bit more interested in you all, tell me about yourselves.”
“My name’s Acacia!” He chirped up, relieved to know that Oak harbored no resentment toward him after injuring his pokemon. “I’m originally from Hoenn but I came here from Cinnabar on my way to Viridian to start my gym challenge.”
Cinnabar… Acacia… “Ah! You must be Blaine’s boy, how nice it is to finally meet you. And you say you’re hoping to challenge Blue… my my, how exciting. And how about you two then? Are you all traveling together?” Oak leaned forward, eager to learn more about the children.
sSoul
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Robert's entrance to the famous Pokémon Laboratory was much more subdued than Acacia's, lacking a sense of accountability for accidentally wounding the hapless Squirtle. The redheaded boy was grateful that Professor Oak was happy to see them, despite the fact that they had unintentionally wounded his Pokémon and unwittingly tracking dirt into his lab. Healing the unlucky Squirtle was a simple task, and healing Mith was a similarly easy task, only requiring that Rob asked the Professor politely. After Oak's second round trip from the healing chamber, Rob took his Pokéball, expressed his gratitude and sat down to listen to the Professor talk with Acacia.
I didn't know Acacia was from Hoenn...or that he was Blaine's son. I thought he was too old to have one...
His intrigued nodding to this new information was interrupted by Oak turning his attention to him. Rob scratched his head, sheepish about his humble origins in comparison to Acacia, but ultimately decided to share them anyway.
"I came here from Celadon City. If you heard of Dean's Daycare, that's my parents'. They sent me on a journey after I felt I hit a plateau in my training against Wild Pokemon," After speaking, Rob turned his bag around and pulled out the two incubators his dad gave him, "I even got these eggs to take with me for my journey. I dunno when they'll hatch though. As for travelling with Acacia...I'm ok with it as long as he is!"
"Fascinating! I think I've heard of your parents before, but I'm glad to have met one of their best customers!" The old man chuckled aloud, causing Rob to laugh in kind, "But if you don't mind my asking, what brought you here?"
Rob's eyes lit up, as if he found something that had been lost to him for years, "I wanna know your beliefs about Pokémon growth!"
Trying to sound certain, Rob blurted out his question in the most basic form that he could think of. Realizing the potential unclarity in his question, he tried again, "What's the best way for a Pokémon to grow? That's what I'm asking,"
"Truth be told, young man, I don't believe there is 'best' way for Pokémon to grow," Gently placing his hand on Rob's shoulder, Oak began to give an informal lecture, "The way a Pokémon grows has to be assessed by a trainer. Different methods work for different Pokémon. As a new trainer, I encourage you to get out of your comfort zone, grow with your Pokémon. Trying new things and exploring new avenues is an essential part of a trainer's experience. As long as you're willing to keep an open mind and trust your Pokémon, you'll do fine. The fact that you're here means you're already on the right path!" The old professor chuckled at Rob's passionate request, coming to enjoy the passion for training that these kids had, a kind of passion that was waning over the years.
Rob pondered over the words the Professor shared with him, nodding slowly as the professor spoke.
I didn't know Acacia was from Hoenn...or that he was Blaine's son. I thought he was too old to have one...
His intrigued nodding to this new information was interrupted by Oak turning his attention to him. Rob scratched his head, sheepish about his humble origins in comparison to Acacia, but ultimately decided to share them anyway.
"I came here from Celadon City. If you heard of Dean's Daycare, that's my parents'. They sent me on a journey after I felt I hit a plateau in my training against Wild Pokemon," After speaking, Rob turned his bag around and pulled out the two incubators his dad gave him, "I even got these eggs to take with me for my journey. I dunno when they'll hatch though. As for travelling with Acacia...I'm ok with it as long as he is!"
"Fascinating! I think I've heard of your parents before, but I'm glad to have met one of their best customers!" The old man chuckled aloud, causing Rob to laugh in kind, "But if you don't mind my asking, what brought you here?"
Rob's eyes lit up, as if he found something that had been lost to him for years, "I wanna know your beliefs about Pokémon growth!"
Trying to sound certain, Rob blurted out his question in the most basic form that he could think of. Realizing the potential unclarity in his question, he tried again, "What's the best way for a Pokémon to grow? That's what I'm asking,"
"Truth be told, young man, I don't believe there is 'best' way for Pokémon to grow," Gently placing his hand on Rob's shoulder, Oak began to give an informal lecture, "The way a Pokémon grows has to be assessed by a trainer. Different methods work for different Pokémon. As a new trainer, I encourage you to get out of your comfort zone, grow with your Pokémon. Trying new things and exploring new avenues is an essential part of a trainer's experience. As long as you're willing to keep an open mind and trust your Pokémon, you'll do fine. The fact that you're here means you're already on the right path!" The old professor chuckled at Rob's passionate request, coming to enjoy the passion for training that these kids had, a kind of passion that was waning over the years.
Rob pondered over the words the Professor shared with him, nodding slowly as the professor spoke.
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Mango137
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Huh?
“Nope! We just met here.” Is what Acacia had planned on saying, but Rob’s words came swifter to the response and left the boy feeling quite confused. He dwelled on the proposition in silence while Oak and Rob continued their conversation.
Do I wanna travel with another person? I suppose it’s safer to go in groups, and I like him so far. Plus his parents own a Daycare so he’s definitely smart with Pokémon. But on the other hand I just met him and maybe he’s actually a psychopath waiting to kill me. He might even be a nut that believes in horoscopes! Acacia shivered at the thought, continuing to drum his fingers on his knee while he deliberated. Normally Acacia let impulse make decisions for him, but this question was burning an abnormal amount of energy. So much so, in fact, that his stomach began to grumble.
I’m soo hungry….Oh! Maybe he knows how to cook! It’s decided.
Having missed the entirety of Oak’s message while lost in his own mind, Acacia tried his best to feign attentiveness with a nod of understanding.
“I completely agree.” The words came off flat with minimal effort, his short attention made his sole focus on what he was going to say next.
“Alright Rob, I decided. We can travel together!” He arose and extended a fist to the red-head, feeling a handshake would be a far too formal symbol of camaraderie for a future traveling buddy. “By the way… do you know how to cook?”
“Nope! We just met here.” Is what Acacia had planned on saying, but Rob’s words came swifter to the response and left the boy feeling quite confused. He dwelled on the proposition in silence while Oak and Rob continued their conversation.
Do I wanna travel with another person? I suppose it’s safer to go in groups, and I like him so far. Plus his parents own a Daycare so he’s definitely smart with Pokémon. But on the other hand I just met him and maybe he’s actually a psychopath waiting to kill me. He might even be a nut that believes in horoscopes! Acacia shivered at the thought, continuing to drum his fingers on his knee while he deliberated. Normally Acacia let impulse make decisions for him, but this question was burning an abnormal amount of energy. So much so, in fact, that his stomach began to grumble.
I’m soo hungry….Oh! Maybe he knows how to cook! It’s decided.
Having missed the entirety of Oak’s message while lost in his own mind, Acacia tried his best to feign attentiveness with a nod of understanding.
“I completely agree.” The words came off flat with minimal effort, his short attention made his sole focus on what he was going to say next.
“Alright Rob, I decided. We can travel together!” He arose and extended a fist to the red-head, feeling a handshake would be a far too formal symbol of camaraderie for a future traveling buddy. “By the way… do you know how to cook?”
sSoul
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Rob was enthralled by the Professor's wisdom, his every word echoing in his head. It was only logical that he'd have to figure this stuff out for himself, and the prospect of doing so filled the young man with anticipatory excitement. Fortunately for him, this excitement wasn't the only thing occupying his mind, allowing him to notice Acacia's offer to travel together. Given he was already on board with travelling with a companion, Rob returned the golden eyed boy's fist bump without hesitation.
"Awesome! Looking forward to travelling with you Acacia!" A wide smile accompanied the fist bump, barely containing his excitement, "And yeah, I learned how to cook a little bit from my mom & dad, why'd you ask?"
The Bulbasaur found himself fixiated on the strange humans, though it wasn't hard to see why. With their frantic entrance it was clear as day that these were trainers, and relatively inexperienced ones at that. The red-haired child seemed especially enticing, not only carrying a foreign Pokémon but also carrying a pair of incubators. The Seed Pokémon realized that these trainers were probably going to leave soon, taking with them an opportunity to see the world. Life inside the laboratory was relaxing, but dull. This was his chance to do what he was always meant to: accompany a trainer and explroe the world. However, the Bulbasaur remained unmoving, he wanted to be chosen, not reluctantly accepted after forcing himself upon one of them. For now, the onion-frog simply scanned the roster of trainers, paying the most attention to the red-haired one.
"Awesome! Looking forward to travelling with you Acacia!" A wide smile accompanied the fist bump, barely containing his excitement, "And yeah, I learned how to cook a little bit from my mom & dad, why'd you ask?"
The Bulbasaur found himself fixiated on the strange humans, though it wasn't hard to see why. With their frantic entrance it was clear as day that these were trainers, and relatively inexperienced ones at that. The red-haired child seemed especially enticing, not only carrying a foreign Pokémon but also carrying a pair of incubators. The Seed Pokémon realized that these trainers were probably going to leave soon, taking with them an opportunity to see the world. Life inside the laboratory was relaxing, but dull. This was his chance to do what he was always meant to: accompany a trainer and explroe the world. However, the Bulbasaur remained unmoving, he wanted to be chosen, not reluctantly accepted after forcing himself upon one of them. For now, the onion-frog simply scanned the roster of trainers, paying the most attention to the red-haired one.
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