Animorph said:
You stand outside of the Pokemon center, the weight of two new Pokeballs resting comfortably wherever you’ve decided to keep the things. With this, so many new options lie before you…the only question is where to begin. At the moment, you stand in a busy part of town, with obviously less intelligent people scurrying about you, going on with their pathetic business. Perhaps you should find a less populated area…somewhere where these idiots won’t be blundering about.
You recieved 1 Pokedex, 1 Trainer's License, 2 Pokeballs, 2 Potions, 1 revive, and 1 Antidote.
Evan rubbed his eyes, which were grainy and aching. The morning sunlight offended, but he'd decided that it was best to get started early; from what he understood, it was always best to start early if you were going to be wandering around outside all day. Nine-thirty might have been a bit excessive, though. It looked as though there were enough people awake and about even at this heathen hour, though.
Casting a bleary gaze around the street, Evan shrugged his battered bookbag, now stuffed with supplies purchased on someone else's tab and what supplies he'd thought prudent to bring, higher on his shoulders. The thing was already starting to chafe, and he had barely done any walking yet.
He'd need to do more soon, though. He couldn't stay around here, with Negrek undoubtedly hovering around somewhere. She kept so stupidly little money in her bank account, though, that for the moment, at least, Evan couldn't afford a ride out to anywhere remote. He could have taken her aerodactyl and flown off himself, but he had no illusions about his skill as a trainer; he needed something weak and easy to control to start out with, and a prehistoric monster with teeth like steak knives didn't really fit the bill. If he was going to go anywhere, it would be under his own power.
There was no use in standing around worrying about it, then. Evan would have to settle for getting to know his pokémon somewhere nearby before he could either earn some money himself, or wait for Negrek to make some more, before he could go somewhere more secure. Maybe it was for the best; the pokémon he had chosen were pitiful, and he didn't want them to be his only protection when he went off somewhere where there were pokémon that could eat him lurking around. At least if he hung out around ASB Central, he'd be able to use the Pokémon Center if he needed to.
Resolved, Evan cast a half-hearted glance at the clear sky overhead, then set off in what he thought was an easterly direction, making for the edge of town.
Kusarigamaitachi
Before Tankard has the opportunity to do much more than tentatively remove his paws from his ears in order to listen to your command, the volbeat has dived in for another high-speed tackle, knocking a disoriented Tankard onto his back. Your vision still isn't good enough to see what's going on, but the thunk of bug against shell makes it clear enough what's going on.
Not even bothering to get up, Tankard opens his mouth and breathes out a thick, chilly mist, which settles heavily over forest floor, hiding the squirtle from sight. At the heart of the haze, Tankard blinks his eyes, the moist air soothing his much-abused eyes and dispelling the spots from is vision--not that he can see much afterwards, anyway, now that he lies in the middle of a fog of his own creation.
The volbeat lets out an indignant buzz, then beats up a storm of glowing silver sparks, blasting them in a cutting wind straight into the haze. The silver wind shreds through the dense fog, revealing Tankard where he lies, but as the glittering blast peppers his shell, the squirtle sparkles with a reflective sheen, a storm of sparkling energy rushing back from him towards the volbeat.
The bug lets out an angry buzz and tries to shield itself from the reflected silver wind, but it is to no avail. The humming stream of energy rages around the bug, scorching its carapace and shredding through its delicate wings. It remains airborne, and it is difficult for you to assess how damaged it is due to your lack of sight, but the drone of its flight is deeper and more ragged than before.
Your sight is beginning to recover, but the world still looks blurry and out of focus. It's hard to see how Tankard is doing, but the squirtle is still lying on the ground, and if you listen closely, you can hear that his breath is coming in painful gasps. The volbeat's constant aggression must be getting to him.
Tankard's accuracy has returned to normal.
greategret
Where would you like to start?
Grass King
The Pokémon Center's automatic doors slide back to make way for you as you leave, stepping out into the bright sunshine beyond. For all that ASB Central is Asber's only city, it's not very busy, with only a few other people out roaming the streets. The walk to the northern edge of town is a fairly long one, but uneventful; towering buildings slowly give way to more modest private residences and, finally, become few and far between, leaving large patches of empty land onto which the wilds encroach. Finally even the sidewalk comes to an abrupt stop, leaving you maybe ten yards from the edge of the forest.
Off in a bank of dandelions a flaaffy is basking, occasionally picking one of the fluffy dandelion heads nearby and blowing on it, sending its seeds sailing off through the air. The little electric-type lets out a surprised bleat and drops its latest victim, though, when a huge, angry roar comes reverberating out of the trees behind it, and it turns to look over its shoulder at the dark forest a mere few feet away.
Meanwhile, Simeon appears near your feet in a flash of brilliant light as you let him out of his pokéball. The monkey's flame burns brightly and he looks around with wide, inquisitive eyes. He pays not attention to the noise coming from the forest, whether because he doesn't understand what it means or because he feels perfectly secure at the moment.
