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[Evaluated]My New Plan: Screw the old plan.
Topic Started: 7 Oct 2014, 01:21 PM (531 Views)
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So I mean, okay. You get this idea, right? And you're totally into just the idea of this thing. And so you start making this plan, and you work on it for God knows how long, and then you're done, and you know exactly how it's gonna go down. You plot out the whole thing, right? The whole damn thing, step by step. It's locked down tight in your memory.

Then, you get about two steps into this plan and realize how fucked you are.

All I wanted was a goddam Tympole. I'm not picky or anything, I just know what I want! I know what Pokemon I wanna start with, and all the Pokemon I'd like to have on my journey, too. That first one's gotta be a Tympole. He's the best choice for starting, considering what I want the rest of my team to be. That's what I was doing at Reedriver Bridge: if you wanna catch a Tympole, that's the place to go.

It didn't take too long to get there. Mostly I just drove from Tiensee Town to the shore, and then took a bunch of boats that got smaller as you went on. About a week, all said. Nothing too bad. Now, the bridge is pretty and all, but you don't see it right away in Reedriver. Nah, they take you through a series of channels and shit first. You actually get pretty deep into the wilderness before you ever see the bridge, and I decided to hop off before we got there. I jumped off in a place where the water was muddy and shallow, and the cat tails grew up taller than me. I'm not exactly a Pokemon expert or anything, but I figured if I was a Tympole, that's where I'd want to be.

I had the driver drop me off on the river bank, and took off my boots and socks, then rolled up my pant legs. Can't have the threads getting all wet, y'know. I left them behind and pushed my way into the big thicket of cat tails. It was probably a hundred square yards. I was pretty lucky to find it, I guess. So I went off looking.

You see those shows on the TV, where those famous explorers go to the most extreme places on the planet and try to capture Pokemon there? Man, I swear, pushing through that first bit of cat tail and stepping into that thick brush made me feel like I was on one of those shows. I'd never felt anything like that! I mean, I never buy into that cheesy shit they talk about. Y'know, all that "spirit of adventure" crap? But when I stepped right into it, I could almost believe it.

Anyway, the important thing here is the Tympole. I didn't actually find a single damn one in those cat tails. Wound up face to face with a Croagunk, though. I caught him by surprise and ended up taking a poison jab right to the jaw. I, uh. . . I got out of the cat tails after that. Problem was, I ended up coming out the wrong way and had to double back and walk all the way around it. On the way, I guess I disturbed a Goldeen's nest, and almost got pecked to death with its damn horn! Once I finally got to the bank where I started, my boots were gone!

I knew better than to be out in the wild without anything on my feet. If something had taken my shoes, I'd need to find that before I could do anything else. Goddam Pokemon aren't anything but a bunch of goddam mischief makers. Anyway, before I could catch any Pokemon, I'd need to find my boots again--and if I was lucky, I'd do it without encountering any other violent Pokemon.
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I started just by sort of looking around like an idiot. I figured I might have just found the shore in the wrong place, so I walked up and down a bit. Finally, I actually found ...one boot. It felt like it took about an hour to find the damn thing, but it ended up being right where I left it, because of course it was. I just couldn't find where I got on the shore in the first place. Everything in this damn place looks the same. The view here's pretty and all, but it's goddamn monotonous. So alright, I had been in here for probably a little over an hour, and I had been punched, pecked, and pilfered from. This was going. . . well, not as well as I expected it to. It was going pretty shitty. My jaw was bruised to hell, my ass was still stinging, my feet were filthy, and I was pretty sure that by the end of the day I was going to be worse off than I was already. To top it all off, I still hadn't seen a goddam Tympole!

But hey! I'm not the kind of guy who gives up just because of a little unmitigated disaster. I came to this godforsaken shit hole to catch a Tympole and that was what I was going to do. So I picked up the one boot I found, and noticed that even though the other one wasn't around, I could make out a faint little track in the mud. It looked like something was being dragged. Something had dragged my boot.

Great.

That earned a pretty heavy sigh, but I was able to follow it. I wasn't exactly a great tracker, but I didn't really need to be, y'know? My boot was made of some high-quality, heavy stuff, so dragging it made for a decent trail. Barefoot, I schlepped my way through the mud, keeping my feet in the water at the shore as I followed the trail. When I finally did find my boot, it was gonna be filthy. It's not like I have a big problem with dirt, but it's a distraction! I was supposed to be here to catch a Tympole, and at that point I was stuck thinking that when I finally do find whatever it is that dragged my boot off, I was gonna have to spend the next hour or so cleaning it off and drying it and fighting off swamp foot. I just wanted to be able to get this done and move on, to really get started on my journey, and instead I gotta play rug doctor with Mincinno fur.

Right about the time I started wondering if I was dwelling on it too much, the trail ended up curving off a bit, and sure enough, there was my boot, the opening sitting half in and half out of the water. I gave another big sigh, and made it over to pick the thing up. I reached down and grabbed it, giving it a shake and a few pats to knock off some of the mud and get rid of a bit of the water.

And then, I heard the gurgling.

So when you've just picked up your boots in a landscape full of monsters who have made it very clear that they want to hurt you, and your boots start to gurgle, you get real fuckin wary, real fuckin quick. So I'm standing there, holding this boot upside down, waiting for the other shoe to drop, like they say, and just sort of being still, and I had no idea what to do. All of a sudden, my boot started to feel a lot lighter, and I noticed a little red thing fall right out of my boot. It gave a gurgle that sounded a bit like a yelp and it hit the mud with a thick smack, and eventually it righted itself.

The Krabby was tiny, just a couple of inches from me and barely as much off the ground. I guess it must have thought my boot would have made a good starting habitat for it or something. I looked at it, and specifically I looked at its pincers. Then I looked at the thing as a whole. It was looking up at me. I was looking down at him. He was looking up at me. I was looking up at him. We stayed there, staring at our respective threats for some time.

And that was when it pinched my toe.
Donny Van Quinn • Youngster • Total EXP Gained: 79 • Dians: *dian* 7002 • Location: Grengrothe City

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Yeah, I'll admit it. I screamed. You've got a tiny giant crab monster with a vicegrip on your bare toe, after you've spent the last hour trudging through mud and much and tenderizing, cold water, you're screaming too, I promise. The damn thing had a grip like a—well, like a vice—and it hurt! I picked up my other foot and stomped the thing on its stupid spiky head, which of course was one of the dumbest things I could have done, because its head was stupid and spiky. It was like stomping on a pointy Lego. This, of course, only made me yell more, and I fell down hard on my ass in the mud, swearing more than I ever had in my life—up to that point, anyway. I was lucky in that my stomp and the yelling scared the little red bastard away, but I was also not so lucky in that I was now covered in mud, bleeding more than anybody would be comfortable with, with feet that would be bare until my boots could get clean, and soaking wet from the God forsaken river.

But that's just the way these stories go, right? We look back on the heroes of history, and we see that they all faced trials unnumbered. All of them had a million chances to turn back and give up, or maybe take an easier route. This was just. . . one of those moments. Looking back on it now, I remember thinking exactly that, actually. That this was just one of those times, and later when people wrote books about me, they would like, talk about this as my first crossroads, and how brave I was, and how I never gave up. But really, like, even as I thought about that, I still wanted to give up pretty bad. That was just about as far as I wanted to go. Of course, one of the perks of being a stubborn fuck is that eventually your pride manages to convince a man that he's got enough left in him for just one more stupid mistake. I got to lay about and feel sorry for myself a while, of course, but eventually I got up and started limping. I had to find a smaller tributary, a place where territorial Pokemon weren't quite so. . . everywhere. If I could get to one, I could wash my clothes, and my feet, clean up where the Krabby had cut me, get myself ready for round two against nature! And this time, I wouldn't underestimate it.

With my toe injured, I was walking even slower than my normal barefoot-in-sucking-mud pace would allow. By the time I found a smaller stream flowing into it that looked safe enough, with a thick overgrowth of trees on either side that I felt pretty sure would keep me protected, my toe had been literally dragged through the mud, and it was throbbing, and angry red. I was almost sure it was gonna get infected, if it wasn't already. For the first time since I got to the place, I was lucky. Through the whole time, no Pokemon bothered me. I washed my clothes, hung them off a tree branch to dry, made sure my toe was clean and dry itself. I went ahead and took a bath in there, as long as there weren't any Pokemon to give me trouble, and slipped into a cleaner, if a bit chillier, change of clothes.

Figuring I had earned myself a decent rest, I used one of my bigger blankets to make a makeshift hammock, and dozed for—well, I don't really know how long it was, but by the time I woke up, it was night. I tried going back to sleep for a little while, but that was fucked. I guess I'd probably slept for a while. That didn't stop me from staying in my goddam tree, though. The luck I'd had the previous day, I wasn't about to try it blind. I got down long enough to piss and grab my clothes, and then I was right back in my hammock, waiting for daybreak and chilling out, nice and quiet like. This plan, I'm sure, would have worked out perfectly if it weren't for the goddam bear.

I'd almost started nodding off again when I heard the most vicious, blood-freezing roar I'd ever had the pleasure of shitting my pants to. Then, a real life, swear-to-God Ursaring came stampeding through the forest, right at me! A monstrous swipe of its claws completely demolished the branch my hammock was in, and I was left faceplanting in the cold, hard ground beneath me. I picked myself up, cursing, only to notice that the Ursaring had turned back. Whatever had made it run away was about to see it running back, and I have never been in the business of envying things that have an angry bear charging at them. The next thing I heard, though, was “Palpitoad, use your Mud Shot!” This caught my interest, because Palpitoad was the evolved form of Tympole. I gathered as many of my belongings as I could find, and followed the sound of the roaring. Sure enough, there was a man in a white lab coat, barking orders at none other than a Palpitoad! The little blue runt was holding off the Ursaring single-handedly! With mud in its eyes, the great bear stomped around, thrashing, and couldn't see what was next. “Okay Palpitoad, let's finish it off! Get rid of him with Muddy water!” A great, screeching croak came from the thing's throat, and the water from the river beneath it rose up before him in a great, forceful wave. It hit the Ursaring hard, knocking the bear off his feet and knocking him out while sending him downriver!

The Palpitoad looked as proud of itself as it damn well deserved to be, and I was pretty pleased with the Pokemon I had chosen to start my journey with, too: if a Tympole could turn into that powerhouse, and still had a stronger form yet to come out, there wasn't gonna be anything to stop me from achieving my goals! The nerdy guy in the lab coat was praising the Palpitoad. I guessed it belonged to him. I raised my hand and wave to get his attention. “Hey! That was pretty impressive! That Palpitoad's yours, I gue—hrmph!” I was cut off mid-sentence by that damn Palpitoad, hitting me square in the face with a Bubblebeam!

“Oh, Palpitoad, he didn't mean any harm! I'm sure he was just impressed with how strong you are!” The scientist waved back while I was toweling myself off with the blanket I'd been dragging with me since it fell after I'd made it into a hammock. The egghead shot back over to me, “yes, hello! I'm sorry, but we shouldn't be very loud here, as it may disturb the local Pokemon! Can you come over here please?”

I gave a sigh, but if this dude had a Palpitoad, he might know where to get a Tympole! So I made my way over to him, closing the gap that was still pretty big, and crossing the river where it was only knee-deep. “So that palpitoad is—”

“Shhhh!” You must be quiet! If you aren't, yo may disturb the—“

“Yeah, yeah, the local Pokemon, I got it.” I wasn't being polite, but I did whisper, at least. I know I'm not everybody's favorite guy or anything, but I know that Pokemon deserve our respect. ”So, that Palpitoad is yours, then?” It was only then that I noticed the pokemon hadn't come back to the scientist.

“Oh, that one is, yes, but none of the others are! They're all very special friends of mine, but all the other Palpitoad here are wild!”

“Other Palpitoad. . . .?” This was the first time I thought to actually look out into the river, to see just what I had to try not to disturb.

This was a breeding ground. The Palpitoad were nesting.

(Edited out a coding error.)
Edited by Seiuchiblarg, 28 Dec 2014, 12:35 AM.
Donny Van Quinn • Youngster • Total EXP Gained: 79 • Dians: *dian* 7002 • Location: Grengrothe City

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The doc could tell I was kind of blown away by what I was seeing, so he decided to call it an early night and let me come to his place. “His place” was a tiny little hut he'd pretty much made out of mud and sticks, but it had a few chairs, a couch, even a bed. That and a fireplace, and he had just about everything he needed. Turned out the guy's name was Albert, because of course his name was Albert. He was a student at the Pokemon University and he wanted to be some kind of scientist. He was spending his time at Reedriver Bridge because he was trying to do this big paper on Pokemon and how they mate. He said it was his “desired field of specialty,” except he said it nerdier.

Apparently Springtime puts love in the air at Reedriver bridge, because it's when all the Pokemon decide to pair up, and before you know it there are batches of fresh eggs being incubated by these Pokemon. Albert found the Palpitoad's breeding grounds completely by chance, the lucky bastard, and he's been coming back to this spot every spring for the past three years. That's how he got the Palpitoad I saw kicking that Ursaring's ass, he told me. He was trying to be discreet while he watched the slimy little toads do the whole parenting thing, but the Pokemon were all nocturnal, so he could get closer by day and get a look at what was going on. I guess one of the Tympole hatched in the day, and it just fell for the guy. Did you know that some species of Pokemon can imprint on people sometimes? Yeah, apparently that's a thing. This little Tympole thought Albert was his Palpitoad daddy or something and they've been inseparable ever since. With a Palpitoad of his own, he was able to get closer and watch stuff happen first-hand every Spring. And of course, he works hard to train that Palpitoad the rest of the year so that it can help to keep the nest safe. It's some kind of relationship he has with them. Calls it “Symbiosis—”but again, y'know, he says it nerdier.

I decided to be honest, and I told Albert right off the bat that the only reason I was here in the first place was to catch a Tympole to start my journey with. He almost kicked me out right then and there. “I wish you all the best of fortunes, sir, but the Tympole will be hatching soon, and I can't let anybody endanger the nesting grounds out of some self-imposed requirement!” So obviously, honesty was out. I told the nerdy little prick that it was cool if I couldn't capture one of the hatchlings, but I thought it'd be a good idea if I learned how to take care of Tympoles from their natural parents in the wild. Maybe if I caught one later, I could take better care of it because I'd learn from that stuff. I even promised to help him out with his research, if he'd let me stay. The poor sap agreed to that, and I was in.

If I'm being honest, though? I really did learn a lot there. I spent probably five or six days with Albert, and even though I couldn't stand the little twerp, those five or six days, I think, helped prepare me more for a Pokemon journey than any stolen Pokedex ever could. Obviously, I couldn't get a full-blown education in just six days, but I picked up a lot of neat tricks on getting by in nature. I learned just a little bit about how Pokemon communicate—and especially, I learned about Tympole, and its whole line of evolution. Really, I guess I owe that Albert guy quite a bit. . . . But that's not what this is about.

So eventually, the time comes. The first eggs hatch and Albert and I aren't even there. We're off cooking breakfast or getting firewood or whatever when the first ones pop off, and suddenly, we don't get to leave the river! My plan had been to just catch a Tympole as soon as it hatched and run off with it, but Albert was always breathing down my neck, and even when I was able to give him the slip, I knew I couldn't handle angry Palpiparents. Something had to give. I was surrounded by the little bastards I had come here to get just one of, and I couldn't do a damn thing with it. I needed a plan. As my first day here had already proven, I was really bad at plans.

Finally, it gets down to the end. Hundreds upon hundreds of new baby Tympole have hatched, and there's one clutch of eggs left, and it just so happens that this clutch of eggs belongs to none other than Albert's own Palpitoad. We were all—Albert, his Palpitoad, and me—camping out with these things, waiting with bated breath for them to hatch. These Tympole were special: Not only did they belong to Albert's Palpitoad, but these were the first eggs she had ever had! Albert felt a unique sense of responsibility for these eggs, I guess because he was so proud of his Palpitoad for being a part of his research again or something, and I actually found myself struggling with a choice: If a chance comes up for me to get one of these Tympole, I had to take it! But these Tympole meant the world to Albert, and as weak and nerdy and ridiculous as the little bastard was, I didn't want to have that kind of heartbreak on my conscience. It's one thing to be a dick to somebody, but when you know a guy, it's a lot harder. So we all watched, and we waited. And I sat and I worried. I knew that I needed to be prepared for worse than making some poor guy feel bad, if I was going to be the hero of my story. But. . . what if the action I needed to take didn't feel so heroic?
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Finally, the time came. I knew this was my window, and I hated that it was my window. While we were waiting, Albert and Palpitoad had fallen asleep, the other groups were all busy with their own families. I could get up and nonchalantly walk away now, and it would just look like I was going to the bathroom. Carefully, quietly, I slipped the egg into my backpack, and slowly crept away. I didn't think about Albert or Palpitoad. I didn't even look at them. I had to do this. There were more important, more noble things to worry about than what one egghead might think about me when he woke up.

I'd had about an hour's head start on them when they woke up. I knew when they had woken up, because I could hear the rabid croaking of a hundred furious toad pokemon. I started running like I'd never run before. The sun had started to set, and at dusk the last ferry out of reedriver bridge that day would be leaving. If I could make it there, just get to the ferry, get out of here, I'd be safe, and I wouldn't have to see them. My legs pumped hard, my breath ran ragged and shallow, and from somewhere in the forest, a tide of crying toads was getting louder, closer. I kept running, and running, but dusk came and the ferry had already left. I wouldn't be able to catch it at the dock, but I had one more avenue of hope left to me. If I ran hard enough, I could make it to the bridge! If I could just get to the bridge, there might be one last hope for my safety.

I crashed through the river, no longer caring if my clothes got wet, swimming as hard as I knew how, thankful for a chance to move with the current. Some territorial Pokemon thought they'd have their way with me, but I was already on the run. If they managed to hit me, I was too soaked in adrenaline to feel it. All I could feel was the blood pumping through me, and all I could hear was my own panic-stricken brain. Pump harder, pump harder, go faster, go faster, they're going to catch you and your journey will end before it ever begins! Go, you fool, go, go now! Breathless, I made it to the bridge, having pulled myself on to shore and run along the length to the very middle. I searched frantically for my salvation, but it was nowhere to be seen. The only thing for it was to wait right there. Either death would come, or life, and all I could do was wait and see whose feet were quickest today.

As if in answer to my question, a powerful blast of mud hit me, full in the face, knocking me backwards and sending me falling flat on my ass. The Palpitoad were swimming in a crazed frenzy for me, and I was helpless to do anything to stop them. This was it. All I was able to do was open my bag and offer them back the egg, and pray that the Pokemon were kinder beings than I had been to them.

The Palpitoad—only Albert's—leapt from the water to stand before me on the bridge. I'd never seen somuch hatred in a Pokemon's eyes before. Albert wasn't too far behind—it looked like some Palpitoad had carried him downriver, and he ran up the bridge himself. Breathless, angry, he pointed at me.

“Sensuke! I trusted you! We both did! Give us back the egg! You were my friend, Sensuke! I thought you could be better than this!” All his words came out between wheezes, and some how it didn't seem nerdy at all.

I didn't look up. I just stared at the egg in my arms. I didn't look at Palpitoad. I didn't look at Albert. My first day at Reedriver, I was afraid to look away from that Krabby because I was afraid of what it might do. In that moment, I was afraid of looking at them because I was afraid of what I had done. I opened my mouth to speak, to offer it back. Maybe I was even going to apologize, I don't know. But then the damn thing started to wiggle, and a shining light came over it. I gasped, knowing exactly what was happening. The egg was. . . hatching!

The light faded away, and in my hands was a little, slimy blue ball. It wiggled and wriggled in my hands, until finally a face appeared, looking right at me. It opened its mouth and blew between pursed lips, making little sound bubbles that popped audibly. That was the call of a Tympole—I'd heard it thousands of times in the last few days. And immediately after hatching, the little guy was looking at me.

I looked up at the group, finally, and slowly lowered my hands, letting the slimy little cute thing roll out of them and look at the pair before us before standing up again. “Guys, I don't. . . . You can have the Tympole back. But you gotta understand, I—” I wasn't able to say anything else before the Tympole popped back up into the air, landing in my outstretched hands and nuzzling my wrists. Albert and Palpitoad realized what had happened before I did. Imprinting. The light bulb came on for me, and it seemed to illuminate Palpitoad, who gave an angry, shrieking screech. Palpitoad grew and his shape changed, and eventually the beast stopped glowing, now with a pair of arms, the ends of which were clenched into rough fists. Through the power of its anger alone, Palpitoad had evolved into Seismitoad.

”Craaaaaa!” it gave a nasal roar in its rage, and charged me, full-on. I had taken one of Palpitoad's—Seismitoad's—first babies from it, and now it was as angry as it had a right to be. Its fist glowed an angry purple, and it came in prepared to throw a poison jab. I'm positive it was only leftover adrenaline that let me dodge that punch, and Seismitoad was clumsy on its newly evolved legs, so it skidded forward a little bit. I was just a couple of yards away when it turned back to face me, and spat a bubblebeam in rage. I closed my eyes, expecting fully to be blown away—and found myself hit in the chest with a soft, squishy little slimy thing instead.

“Tympole!” Albert yelled after the newborn thing. He registered before I did that it jumped in the way of the Bubblebeam and took the attack for me.

I finally realized it, too. I was. . . I don't know what I was. Touched? I guess. This thing had imprinted on me, and the first thing it did after hatching was put itself in harm's way for me. I'd heard it said that Pokemon were loyal companions before, but I never really understood it until I saw it for myself. Tympole trusted me with its actual life, and wanted me to do the same. It was sure I'd make it better somehow. All I knew was, the ferry was starting to approach, it was going to be going under the bridge in moments, and I wasn't going to let this new advantage be in vain.

“Albert! Seismitoad! Tympole just made it real fuckin clear who it wants to go with! If you attack me, I can't promise you won't hurt him!” I was backing up to the edge of the bridge, eyes darting back and forth between Seismitoad and Albert. ”You guys. . . I doubt that either of you will ever want to be my friends after this. And that's okay! But I'm gonna give you a chance to come meet this Tympole. You don't have long, now! Come on!” I kept backing up, trying to keep my distance even as I offered them closeness. Albert and Seismitoad both approached. Their gazes had softened, but I wasn't going to pretend that their opinion of me had at all. Tympole gave a quiet, bubbling squeak in my hands, still hurt from Seismitoad's attack from before. Seismitoad reached out and touched it, let his large, powerful hand run down the tiny thing's back. It gave a soft, quiet croak, and the Tympole smiled as it looked up, and gave his mother another shrill little squeak as it looked about curiously.

That was all the time I could give them. It was time for me to go. I leaned back against the railing of the bridge, lifted myself up on to the top bar, and let myself go over. I pulled out a Pokeball, and tapped the Tympole on the head with it, and it went inside willingly, not even shaking once before giving the sound that told me it had closed forever, and Tympole was mine. As the deck of the ferry came up to meet me, I landed with a hard thud, and the next thing I remember was waking up in Dianette.
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In Dianette, I found out that I was okay, and Tympole was okay after a stop in at the Pokemon Center, and they had no idea what I did to stir up the Palpitoad like that, but they almost had to stop moving because so many were in the water. Apparently when I collapsed it was more about exhaustion than injury—staying up late waiting for eggs to hatch or hoping your friends will fall asleep so you can steal their babies and then running and swimming three miles will do that to a guy, I suppose—but that they were pretty sure I'd at least sprained an ankle when I landed, so I was gonna be laid up for a bit. They told me they'd already called my mom, and I told them I wished they hadn't done that, but it didn't matter. For better or for worse, I'd gotten what I came for. I spent the next week laid up, but Tympole sure didn't. We were training every second we got the chance. Tympole's a good Pokemon. He's loyal, hardworking. He already learned a new move since he hatched! Supersonic. . .

Anyway, I've been telling her about how I met my Tympole almost since we sat down. We're both starting trainers, it seems. She got her Tepig from a lab, and wanted to know how I got my Tympole. We have the entire subway ride back to Tiensee to kill, so it's not like we didn't have the time. So I'm telling her the story, and she's excited at all the right places, and worried, and interested, and she hates me at all the right times, too, which I guess is all of them. Finally, I finish telling her all about it, and at first she's skeptical, and I actually have to show her the fresh scar on my toe to prove it to her. She's looking at me in a way that I don't understand. It looks like anger, but it's soft. I don't know what it is, but I hate it, and I want to be wrapped up in it, tight and safe.

“So, okay. . . let's just assume that all happened. That you're telling the truth. You kept saying something about. . . what you have planned. . . so, what exactly do you have planned that it was so important to get a Tympole for?” I don't say anything. I look at her for a little while, and then turn my attention out the window. She scoffs. ”Oh, c'mon, you spent almost this entire trip talking about yourself, and how you're some kind of hero. Now you don't want to tell me just what it is that makes you so heroic?”

I look back at her, and now the softness is gone, but so is the anger. Now she's just annoyed. “Yes, that's right.” My words are colder now than they were a little bit before. I can hear it. I didn't cuss at the bitch, for one thing. Either way, she can sense the frost, and now she's trying a different approach.

“Okay then, I'll tell you what! How about a battle? When we get off the Subway. If you're some big hero, I bet you need the training, anyway. And if I win, you have to tell me!”

Her persistence is annoying, but she's not wrong. “Alright, I guess I could use some real life battle experience to test out how tough my Tympole's gotten. But don't start crying when I spank your ass!” I meant that last bit as a joke, I really did, but it came out sounding sharp, like a threat. She gets quiet for the rest of the trip. I'm okay with that.

The second we leave the subway, we're both pulling out our Pokeballs. “Okay, I know we're both new, so I guess this will be a one-on-one Pokemon battle!”

“That sounds fine to me.” I'm polishing the white half of Tympole's ball with my sleeve, paying only minimal attention to what she's doing. Then, the time comes to get serious, and I throw out my Pokemon, calling it by its given nickname. “Alright, Paine! Time to show everybody how hard we've been training!” Paine the Tympole comes out with a happy, battle-ready squeak, and Samantha throws out her Tepig. This one will be easy.

“I know this is our first battle, Champ, but that Tympole is practically a newborn! They don't stand a chance against how tough you are, buddy!” The Tepig runs around in a circle, snorting in his readiness. ”That's right! Now, Champ! Come at him with a Tail Whip!”

Tepig ran at my Paine, and I'm pretty sure that he's not fast enough to avoid it. I meet it head on, instead. “Paine, counter with Supersonic!” Paine starts emitting this awful sound immediately, but Tepig is quick enough that the tail strikes Paine anyway. The little Tympole is knocked back hard, but is steadfast and doesn't stop its calling! As I feel pride in my pokemon welling up in my chest, Samantha is ordering he rpartner to use its tackle attack. Unfortunately for Samantha, Payne's supersonic has come through, and poor Champ throws itself in Paine's direction and winds up slamming head first into the wall of the subway station! I smile at the upper hand, and order a Bubble attack from Paine, which he offers up happily. Tepig is struck, and is ordered to tackle again. This one strikes true, and I stop to make sure Payne is okay, but he's raring for more, and a second bubble from the little tadpole makes Tepig squeal aloud. Samantha orders one more tackle attack, but this time the confusion hits it once more, and when Payne uses Bubble, Champ collapses to his side, and I'm left grinning! Samantha rushes over to her fallen partner, picking him up in her arms and soothing it with her words, while I recall Payne to his own ball, and tell him what a great job he did.

This was my first battle as a trainer, but it was not my first fight. The first chapter on my journey has officially come to a close, and as I head to the Pokemon Center to let my Tympole relax, I can't help but look ahead to the chapters that are yet to come.

(Edited to include battle report)

Battle Report!
Edited by Seiuchiblarg, 28 Dec 2014, 03:22 AM.
Donny Van Quinn • Youngster • Total EXP Gained: 79 • Dians: *dian* 7002 • Location: Grengrothe City

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Sensuke Aoichio • Ace Trainer • Total EXP Gained: 49 • Dians: *dian* 1965 • Location: Tiensee Town

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  • The boots. Oh my god something so simple made me crack up.
  • I agree. Gurgling in the boots are never a good thing.
  • Oh yes I’d get a bit...krabby...myself.
  • You should sit down mang! Let that toe breathe!
  • “[...] because of course his name was Albert”. I died here haahhaha.
  • Oh no...those choices...poor Albert. But then poor Sensuke...
  • Holy crap Palpitoad army attacks!
  • RUN FOREST SENSUKE RUN!
  • Interesting take on imprinting.
  • What a quick battle!
Topic Record
 
  • Sensuke travels from Tiensee Town to Reedriver Bridge in search of a Tympole.
  • Sensuke meets Albert and his Paliptoad within the breeding grounds.
  • Sensuke steals the egg and Tympole hatches. Starter obtained.
  • Sensuke escapes the breeding grounds and wakes up in Dianette.
  • Sensuke reveals having told the story of his capture of Tympole to Samantha in the subway.
  • Samantha initiates a battle with Sensuke.
  • Sensuke wins!
  • Sensuke is on the way back to Tiensee Town.
Topic Evaluation
Sensuke Aoichio
TAT: - Seeing the Sights: 3 AP
- Making Friends: 4 AP
- To Be The Best: 2 AP
- Silver Tongue: 1 AP
- Nursing: 1 AP
Topic: 5 EXP
Evaluation: 9 EXP
Total: 14 EXP
Dians: *dian* 825Bonuses: Long Duration
Penalties: N/A
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