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Trainer Profile
Character Name: Jasi von D Gender: Female Age: 17 Trainer Class: Future Girl
Height: 6' 0" Weight: 128 lbs
Hair Color & Style: Jasi has straight long white hair that extends to just above her buttocks. It splits at her ears, forming two thin strips that reach to her chest, and which border her bangs. This type of style adores the face it frames, enhancing her youthful appearance.
Eyes: Her bright blue eyes shine from the shadows of her bangs, in harmony with her healthy vision and her fine looks. Their tensity is elaborated on by her sharp eyebrow lines, and they remain small when widened in moments of heightened emotion, save for her pupils.
Clothing/Accessories: Her athletic physique is usually adorned with solid-black garments. She occasionally dresses in soft or thick silky clothing that hang from her wrists and ankles, enriching her form with an air of elegance.
She seems rather formal for her age, and in more ways than one. She is mostly fond of her heavy black uniform or suit. It is smooth and hard in feel and looks to be bullet-proof and rough. It covers everything, except what is above the neckline, and she can retain her agility without hindrance, despite its thickness and weight. Her boots seem to be hardened with alloy, and they lack laces and rubber, their soles invincible against the friction caused by a frenzy pace. Despite its rigid, strong make, it is easily removed and can separate parts.
General Appearance: Jasi possesses a slender, hardened build. She has a Caucasian complexion that is of a light, peach-like tone. She refrains from letting her nails extend too long and she does not usually polish them, nor does she cleanse herself in strong levels of make-up. Perhaps some mascara, some blemishing materials, blush, and lipstick - but really, just a small amount of any, if at all.
The brightness of her smiles rival the tone of her hair and the lustre of her eyes, whether she is grazing in the serenity of the morning sun, or recognizing an ingenious, insidious opportunity.

Hometown: Winterhart, North Godai Personality: Jasi is a rather eccentric girl. She can either be childish, her voice pitched in the tone of a minor, or she could stand within the barriers of her age. Despite her playful characteristics, she can be rather grown as well - speaking and behaving maturely, socializing with a formal flare, and appearing as civilized as her dreams.
She does not have any particular quirks and she is easy to get along with. She may come across as a naive young lass at first glance, but her curiosity is more a result of her extroverted personality and the fact that she cares. Her kindness is not a sign of weakness. She doesn't hide anything, unless duty calls her to, and also expects others to be open as well. She can get offended easily -- when faces look away without smiles and without her looking away first, when no one says as much as her, and when her questions are ignored. She can be considered cute when mad, but never let looks fool.
Silly gestures and nonsense are bemusing to her, despite the fact that she sometimes acts juvenile herself. Stupidity scares her and she lacks tolerance for the absent mind. She would never give a word of advice. Just let them suffer in their own demise so they can teach themselves, and its nice of her, because her way would be a hard way.
Jasi is a very generous girl when kind. She does not find hardship in sacrifice, and will always offer a challenge for a prize. Expecting nothing herself, no object would then mean anything. Only a hello, good night, and a few seconds to spare. She is far from materialistic.
She can be engaging and vigorous, but even when she is silent, she monitors. If there is ever anything to talk about, she will talk about it.
She is a vegetarian for ethical purposes.
History:
Her Early Years At first there was darkness. And then there was light; because only light could come after darkness.
Jasi had emerged into this world, a world that had not long ago been a place of darkness. She arrived at a time when there was a growing light.
Her presence may one day contribute to its growth, if her very existence did not already have.
Maybe the growing light was a separate phenomenon, or maybe it was a result of people like her. Or rather, people like what she grew up to become.
It was not commonly known what would make each and every one of us. Maybe it was a choice; that of our own. Maybe it is experience. Or maybe we are born good or bad, spiritually or genetically.
Maybe good and evil are just a concepts, and thus they are only mere behaviours. Committed subconsciously, and again, perhaps due to genetics?
Whatever it is that is our nature?
Some even considered it to be whatever the mainstream dogma declared - if the teachers, mothers, and televisions said so, then it must be. We must act and become what we are told to be the norm, without question, and never look outside the box. See the trees but not the forest. We could only be corrupted then. Deep down, we could still be innocent.
Jasi saw herself as only herself. Everything she did she knew would reflect back on her family and her people, and herself even. What she chose to represent herself as then, could only be considered noble and just by the good-hearted.
There was no reason for anything else and anything less, and so she dedicated her early life to being a sweet little lass whose greatest ambition was doing good, doing what was best, and putting others before herself, knowing that by doing so, she was putting herself ahead as well.
Over the years she began to witness how cruel the world could be and eventually came to the point where she could hardly grasp an understanding of why it was this way at times. What could go through someones head and provoke them to act in such a poor manner? Why would greed dominate as an ambition when meekness already inherited everything for them?
And the world became darker still, no how matter how much it had been illuminated.
She saw no reason for it. It did not make sense to her, not at all. And this was when she realized her own value, and so her character was bolstered and she had respect for herself and for her choices.
There was no honor in adaption, so while people changed, she remained the same. It made her unpopular, no doubt, but if it weren't for those like herself, then nothing would have ever been, and nor would things ever be.
She was of the light, and in order for it to persist, so must she.
She was not of society, but of her people and their culture. She had no obligation to live under its weight or become a part of it. She was not of it, and it was not of her. So what if most people thought a certain way, they were not actually thinking.
It was then that she became conscious of her own being in yet another way. Mass migration had apparently eradicated those who had been like her, and mass indoctrination eradicated those who would have otherwise shared the same mindset.
She learned her place in the universe, and how it was not something to be taken for granted.
When she was but a few weeks young, or perhaps months, she had been brought to a holy place. It was here she was blessed for a reason she might not have fully understood at the time. How many spiritual folk prayed for her, to some creature or two that were some sort of deities.
Pokemon, that's what they were. But these ones were special.
"Oh Suicune, can you not deign the means to protect those of your spirit, who can endure the harshest of winters, but instead, willingly pursue such means?" "And blessed Arceus, whilst ye surely understand the purpose for the creation of the Cardinal Deities, that you must equally honour the existence of all else created? And see the significance in thus? All created under your power must have a significance, for you yourself are the embodiment of purpose."
They had referred her to as a Sokataran again and again, as if she was of the gods herself. And so she eventually learned about the significance of herself and this particular event, that she was the last of a dying breed. And one that meant a lot to those who were of that breed.
It was frightening to acknowledge this, the potent extinction of her kin, and she could never word it out as to why it felt that way. What was so special about Sokatarans? Maybe nothing was, and thus certainly not any cause that would have her people gone from this world then.
Everyone had every right to be, and no one had any right or sensible obligation to take that from another, despite whatever justification they may claim.
Her people had been unique, as with all people. The there was nothing special about her own that would call them out to triumph over another. The importance of her existence and so there own was not a case of superiority, whether that be cultural or racial, but of the fact that they existed at all. Their differences, their uniqueness, their place on this world - what truly made them special, but no more special than others.
In this holy place, she lived a dream. And now she lived it again, and now it became a reality. Or it always had been, but she never realized it to be.
The prayers of the clerics and the priests who worshipped Suicune, and the Arceists who worshipped Arceus, faded like their memory.
She could only recall Kenjinists on the side, and in smaller numbers, for this church may not have been their own.
They seemed to collect that her soul was entwined with that of both Arceus and Suicune, or at least one of the two, for she was a creation of the northern hemisphere, and for some other reasons her parents and relatives never truly explained clearly.
Documentation was absent. Only the word of mouth, the tales spoken by those of old, such as her grandparents, and her own innate ability to recognize the truth they spoke could prove to her there lied a profound significance in such a belief, and that it would be truly naive to passingly rebuke it.
They were a people who were in harmony with such majestic beasts, and the realm in which they had been sown. It was only their given duty to preserve that they had been set out to do, to live a life that mirrored to others the cause of those who created them.
This had preservation written all over it, not the opposite.
And so her birth was cherished to the highest degree.
It was certainly a startling occurrence when she had gotten herself lost.
***
There had been a time when she was a young lass, tending elementary school and holding only her stuffed Piplup doll close to her then.
She had her friends, no doubt, and she was far too young and picky to have any crushes.
Long after the bells had wrung that day, to signify the close of another school day and the return of children to their families, she forgot its warmth.
Perhaps it was because she was growing out of it. Of course, how could she have forgotten the one thing she had kept close to her most of the time? Maybe she was so used to having it with her, her Piplup doll, that she always thought it would be and always assumed it was.
She had went out at night, against her parent's advice to wait the next day, and followed steps already trodden. But no Piplup doll did she find.
Yet she did not give up, and furthermore did she trod.
The darkness of the night sucked her in and swallowed her whole, and she did not leave it a disdainful distaste. It savvied her as a meal.
Her young imaginative mind conjured sorrowful thoughts of her Piplup doll. She was worried about it, imagining its fear, desperation and sadness as if it had a conscious of its own.
The wind and snow could not take it away from the playground or the halls and classrooms. Something else must have, like a scary monster from up north. But she braved onward.
Her feet dug in deeply as she walked, and too good for her own short height, for the snow was thick and became thicker still.
She tried to detect its form from beneath, but to no avail, for perhaps it had been buried. Freezing. To death.
Hours would pass before she became worried for herself, her own safety now a realization. While her parents remained tucked in bed, she rested on her belly, an arm reaching forth as it rested upon a small mound.
She did not move.
She looked paralyzed and mumbled, speaking to herself as if her voice had been going mute, or as if she spoke a chant. Her whole body was freezing up, and as her life faded away, so did the darkness.
The wind howled vigorously, the snow tossed strongly, and increasingly so further in the distance. The slopes there grew and bulged out from the snow as mountains rose. But she stared at none of this. She stared at nothing; for her conscious had slipped.
When her eyes opened again, she was in a hospital bed, with her Piplup doll by her side.
She saw her parents there, who looked concerned beyond belief yet grateful all the same. She was told that she had not been far from her school, the journey otherwise feeling more great for someone her age, yet it was still a surprise that she survived the whole night.
Only the grace of a deity could permit her survival and it was then that she was reminded once again, why she was not only important as a Sokataran, and herself alone, but as a living, breathing anything. But especially the former of the two.
"Not even a mighty Sokataran warrior could survive that. The northern winds blew that night too."
The irony.
On the next day at school, she was tutored on how to retrieve a lost item at school. There had been a lost and found in the main office, where her Piplup had been placed all along.
Other than that, only a few had inquired about her absence. She was gone for only a few days but gone nonetheless. Absence was a rarity, unless of course, a student were to be educated or situated elsewhere or sickness became stubborn.
Today she learned about Suicune, a common topic. She also learned about Karma, and wondered in what way and when a Pokemon would go out of its way to save her life, much like she tried to do with her Piplup doll.
Her Later Years Things were changing, as they always have been, and were always deemed to accelerate. The pace in which things changed varied, in truth, and depending on what changed. For Godai's short history, it always seemed to be the whole of Godai that was changing.
For better or for worse. Perhaps for both.
Jasi knew that there were many positives that had been brought about as civilization withstood the clutches of time. The negatives did exist as well, and in some cases, were a direct result of what had been positive. Like technology for instance. It is actually a very good thing, but when in the wrong hands...
For the most part, Jasi had a positive outlook on things, regardless of how positive she already was as a person. There were many things to look forward to and so many reasons to smile.
There were small pockets of villainy here and there, pockets which would seem much bigger to the victim than to anyone else. And so the perceived threat against Winterhart Village and the Sokataran people was of the biggest concern to Jasi.
She could never grasp an understanding of how this came to be and why it had not yet ceased. There was nothing to be understood. Her people were all but gone. As if she was the only one, and perhaps she was. It sickened her.
And the culture they had brought about was changing.
If not for the stubbornness of her parents, and her people, whether or not they be pure-blooded Sokatarans, the culturally-inclined village of Winterhart would have succumbed to the weight of the growing technological age even more than it already had - and tradition, culture, their way of life, would have only been a mere choice, or even a mere memory.
Don't get her wrong. She was not against technology. She was just conscious; of her folk and her culture.
And it was not so much technology as it was the laws that had been passed around, and all else that brought about the situation to this day. Technology itself was not the problem. It was only being used as a problem.
Her people may not have contributed much to the world per say, but whatever potential therein would never come to pass if something was not done about it now or ever.
Maybe it was the fact that she was young, growing up in this period where technological advancements were in abundance, that she was not so quick to refuse it.
She remembered how she barely survived out in the cold, saved by only a miracle and an anonymous one at that. The technology existed now in which anyone could be reached, and perhaps then too, but certainly not in Winterhart. Technology could have been her saviour then. Imagine, a Sokataran saved by technology!
Pokemon were important, as they always had been, but certainly not mandatory. Not in this day and age, because of technology. It was like a new weaving period had been nigh.
All the wilderness sown with the hands of solitude would be mapped out and fully-navigated, and even the most bravest of trainers in the deepest crevices of mother nature's darkest secrets would not be alone.
Who knew how many lives would be saved. Who knew the progress humanity and its civilized state would make.
And there were so many examples in which she could give detail to, give detail to the merits such technologies brought, that she no longer bothered. It was so obvious to her. If she had to convince someone of the benefits, she might as well be trying to tutor them on what one plus one equals.
Technology was an invaluable asset, or could be, when it was needed. As for the transition Winterhart seemed to take, perhaps then technology could only be optional, in case of an emergency, or if anyone desired to utilize its convenience. But certainly not forced.
It seemed forced, but perhaps that was just paranoia on behalf of the elders, who were certainly not used to this change even in the least.
They should be grateful and perhaps some of them were, that technology remained to be more rare in Winterhart than anywhere else.
Whoever had brought about such devices and advancement to this quaint little village certainly did not introduce it to the people in a way they would understand or accept, and thus they had felt insulted and untrusting. For good reasons, obviously.
Jasi saw to it that since technology was a dominating factor in her life, that she would adapt to it, and full-heartedly. So that no error would come to pass, and its imprint on the history of the world would be as precise as it could be, lest the weight of its boot crushed what had made us who we are, or once had been, by a mere slip.
That it would benefit her people, and that they will understand and come to appreciate it. Not having to worry about what had made them wary. That it wouldn't get in their way, and instead enrich the lives of those in Winterhart and strengthen the ancient culture that was so precious at once.
She took it upon herself that on behalf of her people, she would turn this enemy into an ally, and surely make her ancestors proud.
Jasi understood their fear. She saw things outside the box, and from all perspectives, though she was more adept at seeing things from her own ilk, for her eyes were their eyes. A Sokataran saw what a Sokataran would see.
She saw how a lot of young people, like those of her age, seemed to separate from what had been declared sacred. That grazing in the abyss of this technological phenomenon was the norm, and primary way of living.
She still believed that technology itself was not a bad thing, but being used as bad thing, because it was not implemented correctly. It was not introduced correctly. It was not so much it as much as it was that it was being used for, so it therefore must have a different use as well, and one more fitting for the waning pride of Winterhart.
This infuriated her as much as it did her elders, but at least she was more capable of doing something about it. She was the one growing up in this age, seeing things from the eyes of the young and the old.
The youth was not conscious, and mostly if not all, were of foreign blood. They did not understand the gravity that pulled at their elders or the people of Winterhart, what it was that had made them so displeased. They saw no dire consequence for such an obtrusive change, and perhaps for some, it was because it was not a change.
They were not educated, it seemed. Perhaps the criteria taught at school was insufficient or changed altogether, or perhaps the hype surrounding what was big at the time was all the more powerful.
What there was to learn was not being taught through what the youth now minded in ignorance of all else. The old ways of teaching were old. So what was being taught through newer medias were a part of the new way of teaching, and certainly not reflective of what had been taught in the old ways of teaching.
What had been taught so fondly in the past in the old ways of teaching were never to be taught through the old ways of teaching ever again. There must be a transition, to carry these lessons into the new way of teaching so that these lessons could be learned and cherished forever more.
But such a transition had yet to occur. Jasi could very well be that change. History was not a thing of the past like most people assumed; it was always in the making.
Technology was what the younger generations were to be accustomed to, but that should only strengthen their ties to their roots. If her generation shall graze amidst the wonders of technology, so shall they witness what would otherwise be forgotten through their usage of such a novel media. The people of Winterhart and the Sokataran people could then present themselves via such technology.
When school was coming to a close and work started anew, Jasi employed herself in the technological field. She worked with cybernetics, wireless devices - the exchange of information through cyberspace.
It was odd to some, she guessed, for one like her to be working in such a field. Winterhart was so... medieval.
But she was very smart and talented, and most importantly, she was educated. She also knew what she wanted, so it was less than difficult for her to adapt.
Here, away from home, she began to learn in the new ways even more and work in the new ways, but she would never forget the cause that brought her here to begin with.
She would do whatever she could to make technology a good thing, and Winterhart's adaption more natural than not.
*** With all the time that would pass year after year, there was no shadow of a doubt she had concerns placed elsewhere and her mind set on different things.
One of which was her own establishment. Sometimes you just needed to worry about yourself for a change, and so that was what Jasi did.
She never had the opportunity to climb the ranks, herself so young, but she was glad she got a position at all.
She worked to the best of her ability. She improvised whenever she could, leaving advice even when it was not needed, and making sure it was as useful as it was valuable.
She had begun to do her own research on the side, since quite often there was too much to take in in one day. Studies became a good habit, and she learned and memorized any required material so that she can easily speak of such as if such knowledge had been natural and of her own.
Upon personal research, she learned many things not given directly to those in her minor position. She was not superior than her superiors, but she did have greater insight than most of her co-workers. It was not as hard as it looked either. A little motivation could go a long way.
And she hadn't even expected it to be her Sokataran blood bringing her inner warrior to life. No one should have a problem taking up the cup of their desired beverage if they so desired, and truly so. I mean, if they really wanted it, they should.
Taking it easy was worthy advice, but some people took it literally.
Jasi was able to muster her prestige and take it easy at once. As a matter of fact, working to the best of her ability made her job easier.
She soon felt an air of independence as a result, and began looking into things she had not be directed to look into.
The thing in particular was the rumor or the conspiracy, as some would put it, that some wireless devices, or all of them, poisoned the human organism with some sort of radiation. Complex terms or at least one, which was more commonly translated to that known as Mercury, was considered to be the source of such radiation.
Maybe it effected everybody; that would make sense would it? More liberal inquiries suggested that it was only those who were prone to such radiation that would be infected, but maybe that was just a cover-up.
Whatever the case may be, there had been but one truth. There was always one truth. Truth should be spelled with a capital t.
This topic interested her because of her selflessness. She shared concern for the general safety of the public, and would not want any organism to come to harm, for such damage may be permanent, and if so, the stain may very well show over the population over the years.
Why did such devices used such radiation, if that is, they actually did? On top of that, was it really harmful, and was it really radiation?
There were so many questions she could ask at first, and even in the depths of her research, she found no solace in any concrete answer for there were none. Just more questions. And more answers, but nothing solid.
If there was nothing to be concerned over, she would keep the concept in mind, but not take it as seriously as to spend her time looking into such matters. If it was evident, if there was a radiation that posed a threat, then she knew there had to be an alternative.
She thought carefully and for long. And then she recalled that there were phenomenons in existence that had different beings, sentient and not, communicate telepathically.
The capsules invented by the Colbalt Corporation were one such thing, and the apricorns from which they were founded. Could the same energy or could they in general be used to enhance technology so that no radiation would be exposed on the populace?
What if that wasn't enough? There still had to be an alternative, right?
She thought carefully and for long once more, and discovered that some pokemon and even some humans could communicate telepathically via psychic powers. Some with a device of theirs, like a spoon -- and most certainly, if a spoon could be used to transfer such powers, so can a phone.
Replacing the artificial with what was natural seemed to be the sensible solution for a lot of these problems, and sometimes vice-verse.
There were no consequences to be noted here. And it may even prove to be beneficial in the end, even if not necessary.
She also noted that the creation of an egg when Pokemon breed also seemed relative to what she sought.
In a world full of magic, many more things could be realized. There would be no good reason to retain the corrupted construct of a primitive tool if more sensible and convenient alternatives were to exist.
And so she began to find ways that may help in integrating such technology. Whether or not that time would come was another matter.
She would put the pieces together and present them, and continue to do so until she was unable to; if there was no longer a cause for a such a concern, or never had been.
Over the years she had seen technology adapt to the lifestyle of the Sokataran people and the people of Winterhart, and not the other way around.
It looked as if an age old nemesis was bound to be no more, and a great worry ceased to be.
She had done her part of the bargain it seemed, and now she could move on. A future task of hers would have her attempt to orientate the fate of a people eerily similar to that of her own, and she did not take kindly to such a task.
But alas! Perhaps one day her research, and that of others, would warrant no concern for any technology that could induce harm onto the living organism.
The only thing she would have to worry about then, is implementing technology to a people that frowned upon it greatly without any disregard for who they were and what they represented, and cherished so dearly.
Surely she could use her people as an example, and how they now benefit from it.
Her Recent Years Jasi understood that these people were just that, but different from the majority of city-dwellers and such. They cared, and in different ways than others, but in the end, they still cared. And that was what mattered.
She did not feel offended by their stern stance, and instead, actually appreciated it.
She had told them that she hails from a place strongly similar to theirs, and hence that she is also not one who takes kindly to what they themselves do not take kindly to. And so her motivation for being here may have inhibited any wrongly assumed cause for her arrival.
As a matter of fact, she told them that her greatest ambition in obtaining her choice of profession and career, was to have such fears and animosity assimilate gracefully, so that no harm would come to pass and no anger would be fuelled. If such is inevitable, the apparent threat of society and its conglomerate greed, it might as well be made harmless.
However, it seemed that the people of Sukarte Town were a lot more stubborn than she anticipated. Yet she did not protest. Really, she was only here because her presence was a duty that she had been assigned.
Jasi did not have to meet any sort of success, because she was incapable of deciding for them and therefore could not possibly sway them to agree with anything her employers told her to offer. So long as she made the effort, she would get paid, and of course, keep her job.
The conclusion did not matter to her in the end. She just wanted to do the best job she could without any trouble for either party involved.
At best, she could try to say something that would convince them to let her stay longer, so that they could think things through over night.
Jasi said then, that since they were not convinced, and she did not wish to disrespect them or anything of that nature, that they could at least establish a plan that would counter any undesirable influence in the future. If it were to come anyway, for it certainly did not seem to cease, then it would only be in their best interests to be able to react; efficiently and thus in due time.
A solution was made then, that would benefit them now and in the future, and leave her feeling accomplished to an academic and spiritual degree.
They would have to prepare for any such belligerency that could alarm or simply displease them; what they could say, what they could do, to address such matters that would translate well for both parties and disappoint no one, especially they themselves.
There was a lot of complex discussion to follow, and their meeting would last much longer than anticipated. Eventually, the diplomats of Scurarte Town left with their newfound duties and rung the call that beckoned the hands and minds of its populace to employ their united efforts and set their focus toward swaying a future fate for the better.
Sometimes there had been a time in which a great event would come to pass, and great decisions were to be made in response to such. Of which the future will be written, or none at all.
She was welcomed to stay for an extended period of time, until everyone's mind was made. Then her herself would leave with either a satisfied heart or a disappointed one. Thus far, negotiations seemed to go well.
As a conclusive departure had yet to be made, the time between now and then was spent on other things.
There was nothing more to gain from Scurarte at this time, but she did not expect to have to wait too long, even though the disciplined demeanor of the diplomats would not be so quick to risk misjudgement.
Her co-workers were free to leave but could stay if they so wished, so long as one of them remained. And it was Jasi herself who would stay.
She spent some time in the town, until the intriguing shades of Rottshade Woods drew her in, bringing her closer and closer.
She knew about the supposedly cruel industrial behemoths and thought that she would have a word with them, to know where they stand and see if she can amend the situation from their end, instead of having to put all the responsibility on the people of Scurarte.
The walk was long, but not too long.
The shades of the forest escorted her energized form, and it whispered in its curiosity. She progressed with undue haste, and yet, she travelled as casually as the soft, gentle breeze.
The town of Scurarte shrunk behind her, and the canopy before her and above grew thicker and more looming. Yet she did not yield and nor did she fear.
The pleasant odors, sights, and sounds waned as she progressed, and within a lengthy moment, they were replaced with what was worse.
Jasi's gaze was stern and roused, and she picked up the sights of anything that moved. She could hear much too.
And it felt as if she was being watched and heard in relative observance. Like a ninja from the Hanzo Marital Arts Institute, or a fearful pokemon wary of all and as defensive as anything would be in such an ecosystem.
A worsening stench caused her to wince. Eventually a haze hung in the air that caused her eyes to water, and her stomach acids reacted.
She held her nose as much as possible then, scurrying toward her destination. And she would reach it in due time it seemed, for it was in sight.
Eventually she would have to give in and persist to the best of her ability, for not only could she hold her breath for so long, a lonesome rodent was in its most dire straits.
An industrial mess had plagued the once unhampered rainforest of Shadowknot. It looked apocalyptic almost, a wasteland after a devastating fallout, where only the impure and ravaged could thrive, let alone survive.
At least this abysmal decadence did not extend too far, but it was revolting that it existed anywhere in such a beautiful, natural place. Waste should definitely be put elsewhere, like the desert or the likes. Who would have decided that a rainforest, teeming with life and beauty, could deserve such a fate, no matter how small the effected area may be?
A small, young Nidoran female reached toward the humid air that hardly had the strength to lift it from beneath the mass of a drainage pipe as it remained idle and dense. The thick cesspool of industrial and residential waste stunk and stun, and drew in the loose mass and so the Nidoran with it.
The poor creature shrieked in its desperation, pausing only at the sight of Jasi who reached toward it over the frail edge of the drenched crater.
Only seconds remained and then the Nidoran would have been absorbed by its arrogant and voracious consumption. Jasi had to stretch and reach, nearing an imbalance that would have caused her to falter and plummet into the cesspool herself.
But her reach had not been far enough to meet with the short stub that was the Nidoran's own arm, or its larger head.
Shortly after, Jasi grabbed the pipe.
It was heavier than it looked, but she was able to lift it with some struggle, and just high enough for the Nidoran to shift through the disgust and swim toward her.
It was then that a mass lifted from beneath the surface of the cesspool, and from thus, a vexed Garbodor appeared - its tainted eyes glaring at the two, as if it had been robbed of its own property and one much dear to it.
The Nidoran was drained and the weight of the thick slim slowed it as well. Even though the edge was close, it felt so far, and the monster was fast enough to shorten the distance quick enough for both of them to be alarmed.
But Jasi's savvy reach shortened the distance for the Nidoran as well, and she clutched its desperate grip before raising it from the cesspool and holding it in an embracing grasp.
She spared not a second more before she ran toward the rusted walls of the putrid metal of the industry's infrastructure, but before these walls hung high, the Nidoran struggled to break free from her grasp.
Jasi gently placed the venomous rodent onto the cursed soil, and it expressed appreciation for its salvation before scurrying off into the safer realm of the forest itself.
Jasi could only wonder how long things could go on before another incident would occur in which yet another Pokemon would risk victimization in such a hostile area, and next time she wouldn't be here to save it.
And to think about anything else that had already perished in this foul realm.
When she drew near the facility, following a strict path bordered by smelly ditches much like the cesspool she had rescued the Nidoran, she caught sight of a few labourers. They were clad in some sort of biohazard suits, and probably for a good reason. Not long after they spotted her, security waited in preparation for her arrival.
Jasi was briefly interrogated, her presence rather curious and bizarre. No one trekked through such a mess, let alone enter without notice. She explained she had been on an errand to meet with the governing power of Scurarte Town, and speak on political and business matters involving the technology boom. Thus far negotiations led her here, where a more fair outcome could be obtained by speaking with yet another party who influences the area.
She desired to learn more about the circumstances that trouble the people of Scurarte, so that she can rationalize and feel justified in speaking of such matters.
And so she wished to speak with someone of higher authority, or one who knew much about the politics behind the operation of these faculties.
There was much to learn, and she bound her findings in memory and protected documentation. She would be able to assess the situation a lot better and help take a better solution forth in her pursuit of a fair outcome to this unfamiliar circumstance, and this would make things a lot easier for her own employers as well, as they'd also have a bigger understanding.
There were already environmental activists who had quited the impactful ambition of the waste management industry. But clearly, there was still much to be done.
They did not seem like cruel business men, but that was what such villainy usually counted on and excelled at feigning. More pressure, and more intimidating pressure, might suffice in the end.
But that was more than likely not her job alone, if at all.
She got what she came for and what she could handle at best, and so she parted, now escorted out the front, more tranquil doors of the structure.
She still needed to return to Scurarte to meet with the diplomats there, and hear their final decision on the matter. She might even share some things she had just learned, as they seemed to be as unfamiliar as her when it came to these things, or just as untrustful.
The Nidoran she had met earlier cried out in the shadows of the forest, causing Jasi to pause and look. From out of the depths of the shadows, it wandered toward her, seemingly lost. And scared.
"What's the matter? Can't find your way back?"
Jasi then raised her head and stared into the depth between the trees and bushes. It looked haunting, even though day still reigned. She guessed that it was even difficult for Pokemon to not get lost within.
The rodent refused to move when she placed it gently onto the grassy terrain. It stared as she stepped away a few paces, then followed when she took one more.
Jasi chuckled, "You don't want to follow me. That'd be a bore!"
Yet the rodent nudged her leg and caressed it with its head in adoration. "You... Really want to do this?" She lifted it once more and spoke again, "I've never taken care of a Pokemon before. Hopefully your patient with me, but I'll let you go again if you ever decide to return."
She noted that the Nidoran seemed sick, and surely enough, it vomited there and then. Jasi grunted in concern and brought it with her as she made her way back to the safety of Scurarte Town.
The nurses there welcomed the Nidoran and took it in. Jasi hoped for the best but didn't stay long, not knowing how long it would take for the creature to get diagnosed and possibly cured.
Just as she left the doors of the Pokemon hospital, she held her hand close to her heart. An odd sensation had spurred then, an untapped longing discharging an initial surge.
She shook her head to combat the feeling and moved on.
Upon speaking with the diplomats once again, in the open, clean space of the town center, this feeling came again.
She was told quite sternly that they sent the proposals to a higher authority, and it would be they who would respond to her and her company.
She was welcomed to stay until she heard of the results, but after then, could only reside here as a regular tourist.
Jasi soon discovered that the one who would make the ultimate choice was the big boss himself, the emissary; he who was supposedly the gym leader of Scurarte.
And it was decided against. All that was culturally foreign would be kept at bay, and nothing offered was deemed feasible.
Nothing she had said was to be acknowledged any longer. The diplomats could then use her previously spoken ideas and input as if they were their own, because her influence was not to be hers, for such was no longer permitted. No outsider could be the change, even if they influenced such.
It was declared that none who were unworthy had the privilege to sway the mindset of any townsman. She had to prove herself then. Somehow, but how?
"Only a skilled trainer could ever hope to defeat Hanzo-san. And sometimes not even after such a loss, must the gym leader deem the victor superior. But a good trainer will always know what to do when there is a challenge in which they must partake, and you are not even a trainer."
Perhaps then, the company for which she worked could handle it. Her own inner flame was not only lit, however, it grew. And fire spread quickly. She would take it upon herself, if anything.
Once again, Jasi reminded herself that whatever resulted from today's work would be an indifference to her. And she was sure that the people of Scurarte would address any concerns that they may have on their own; without having to speak or agree to anyone who were not of them now that they seemed more aware of what these concerns were about.
Her flame had been ignited for a reason other than what had been stated. A personal ambition arose like no other. That feeling ...that youthful vigour of accomplishment and adventure.
Not for the first time, she thought of taking the Godai Gym Challenge. She wanted to train and catch these creatures called Pokemon. It was as if she had been reluctant all along, then finally accepted her most covert ambition.
The thought of that Nidoran came to her then, and she saw that there was a greater destiny to be had with it. Fate brought it to her for a reason, and now she saw what that reason was.
She now wanted to break free from the average, boring life. Perhaps like before, but now she realized how much more exciting it could have been all along. She wanted to live life being young while she still could, and not grow up too fast.
She would challenge the impossible, because the sense of accomplishment that would arise as a result would certainly be quite the accomplishment. To know that she had at one point in her life dared to live on the edge of a knife. A true sense of pride and satisfaction never before felt would be felt.
Her care for a pokepal and her sense of adventure was harnessed, provoked by an arrogant flare that would push her forth, encouraging her weak form to set aside the hefty weight of sacrifice and adversity, through the reigns of a most worthy struggle.
Like a warrior from ancient Winterhart, the fire within blossomed and wielded for her an iron axe.
If she ought to succeed, and she will succeed, in such a lifelong journey, the outcome could only be Utopian. Heavenly; most worthy. She would have to persist in the clutches of her greatest hells before she can rise among an ivory tower and attain manifested enlightenment, a time in which her struggles would amount to a greater peace and prosperity for her.
Her opinion would hold massive weight, and her actions considered honourably. Her influence would be decisive, her power admired and respected. Her word a word of expertise and true knowledge and wisdom.
If she were to have an idea and have it brought anywhere, this would be the way to do so. Her cause would be unduly promoted by such a rank. If the world needed a saviour, the saviour themselves must be as strong, for only then could they be a saviour. Nothing could exceed such a feat, and thus no evil.
Jasi understood the tone in which the people of Scurate spoke, and became a part of their defensive, honourable code. Now she understood that the greatest respect for oneself and one's people meant that all else must have equally respectful and honourable means if they were to be taken seriously.
They feared not a thing, and pitied the unwise and weak-minded. No wonder nothing had appealed to them from the outside world.
She now understood why trainers strove to be the best, and why the best were always admired and glorified.
She could not put it in words just yet, but an understanding was there and continued to form. Only her experience as a trainer would teach her these things.
Jasi inhaled deeply, stirred as deeply by what she had felt here. She returned to the hospital and retrieved her Nidoran. Her Nidoran.
Never would she have thought that this would be the day, yet again, it was if she had seen it coming all along. It felt natural. A hidden yearning was recognized and troubled her with immense anticipation and excitement. It was a good feeling.
She would call in, give notice of her leave from work, but also return the results of her political adventure. Her employers would be disappointed by her departure, maybe, but they would also be satisfied. They might even encourage her to pursue her goal as a trainer, for she represented them in a way, or they wanted her to.
Her next destination would be her hometown of Winterhart. Her family would surely be interested in knowing what she would be up to next, and she was proud enough to boast about her new position in life to those who she knew would care and support her in every which way.
She would show the world what it meant to be a Sokatoran.
But she wouldn't do it alone. She had her Pokemon, and they had her. It would be them both that would bring positive change into the world, in ways no other way can.
Inventory
Dians: 1,000
Items:
5x Pokéball
Key Items:
PokéDex
Journal
Xtransciever
Pokemon
Total EXP Gained: 0
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 Nidoran♀ Caught at Level 5
Nickname: Neveah Gender: Female Type: Poison Ability: Poison Point Height: 1' 4" Weight: 15.4 lbs Health: Low EXP Rate: Medium Slow EXP Gauge: (6/8) EXP Gained: 0 Level: 5 Division: D7 Total Stats: 50
- Attack: 13 (25%)
- Defense: 13 (26%)
- Sp. Attack: 2
- Sp. Defense: 13
- Speed: 9
Vitamins Used: None
| Moveset: 1. Growl 1. Scratch
Unique Moves: - - - - Item: |
PC Box: Stored Pokemon (NONE)
Journal
- Adventure Log
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Adventure Log goes in here
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