Prettzel
Following the path on into the trees, you would soon find what sounds of the city there were falling far behind you, and the air almost chill, the air several degrees lower beneath the cover of the trees than it had been in the open air. Just to the side of the path, which was little more than a scuffed track in the leaf litter, a stunky was rooting through what looked like somebody's brown lunch bag, lying abandoned on the forest floor. A paras watched from a distance, big claws stirring idly in the dirt. According to your pokedex, these were level three and female and level two and male, respectively.
Animorph
The Mart attendant bade you farewell, and you stepped out into the sunlight once more.
As it turned out, finding a community bulletin board wouldn't be hard at all. Working your way in towards the center of the city, you'd find at its heart the looming Holo-Dome, and staked out in front of it, a large kiosk with ample corkboard available for people to post messages and fliers. A quick glance at some of the more prominent ones on top revealed an advertisement for a new restaurant that had just opened in town, a notice about a lost meowth, and a bulletin about job positions being offered to trainers by the Asber Exploration Agency.
There were more people milling around here than you had seen elsewhere in the city so far, though most were just interested in the Holo-Dome itself, it being the city's main attraction. An electronic scrolling sign just below the curved rim of its roof ran a constant news ticker with updates about the battles going on inside. On top of the kiosk a fat pidgey sat sunning itself, looking thoroughly unafraid of you as you approached.
Kratos Aurion
The fringe of trees slid away below you, giving way to open plains. In the distance, water glinted, a broad band stretched out across the horizon. A small smudge between you and the lake probably marked the area's outpost. With your direction, Scarlet Fever angled down towards the grass and came in for a smooth landing, the explosive force of her backwinging blowing the long grass about in disarray.
The appearance of a large, red salamence and rider seemed to have scared most wild pokemon out of the area--and who could blame them? A quick eye would spot a pair of sentret-ears sliding down and out of sight not too far away to your right, though, and the pokedex cut through the barrier of grass between the two of you to inform you that the little pokemon was level two and female.
Kusarigamaitachi
As you begin to walk down the stream, the girl who had captured the surskit returned to shore and began to move upstream, into the blank and tangled woods. Keeping close to the water's edge, you saw a magikarp jump and fall back into the swiftly-moving river with a pathetic plop. A poliwag, startled by your footsteps, slid from its spot on the bank and into the water, big tailfin working to shoot it out towards the middle of the water. These were level eight and male and level four and female, respectively.
The going was becoming harder--no real path to follow here, and the trees pushed right up to the edge of the river, their roots sometimes clutching at empty air where sod had eroded right out from around them. And, presently, your path was decisively blocked--by a toxicroak, leaning up against a tree trunk and looking out over the water in a casual pose. Your pokedex told you that this one was male and level thirty-seven.
Grass King
A bored-looking teenage girl, holed up behind the counter of the transportation office with a few magazines, glanced up at your money with reluctance. Taking it from you, she rummaged in a drawer below the counter before coming up with a ratty yellow ticket. "Take this around back and show it to Greg," she said, flicking it across the counter at you.
"Out back" was, in fact, a kind of paddock full of all manner of flying pokemon, from pidgey on up to fearow and charizard. A couple were batting an old basketball back and forth between them, while most dozed either on the grass or on a line of perches set up for them to rest upon. A teenage boy, presumably Greg, was adjusting a harness on a pidgeot as you entered the yard. Most of the pokemon took an interest in you, and Greg himself looked up.
"Oh, hey. Going somewhere?" he asked, and when you showed him the ticket, he smiled. "Beach, huh. No problem. Just hang on a moment while I get rid of Hermes here." A couple more seconds of fiddling with the pokemon's harness, and he gave the pidgeot a firm slap on the back and stepped back as it took off with a whirr of wings.
"All right, let's see what we've got here," Greg muttered, glancing around at the pokemon arrayed before him. "All right, you can take old Titan there," he decided at last, pointing out a charizard lounging in a far corner of the paddock. The fire type raised its snout without too much interest, but at Greg's bidding hauled itself up and ambled over to see you. "Climb right up, and I'll take that ticket, thanks," Greg said, giving you a hand up onto the charizard's broad back. Like all other pokemon in the yard, it is wearing a harness, and Greg points out where you should hang on. You don't have a lot of time to take in this information before Titan leaps into the air, climbing steeply until the air is biting cold and ASB Central lies far below you. Banking around, Titan takes off south, towards the forest and, presumably, the beach beyond.
Myself, Repost
Evan slouched along the sidewalk, passionately despising the warm weather and sunny day. His sweatshirt was stifling and already starting to stick to him--not, of course, that he'd be taking it off under any circumstances. If anything was going to change in this scenario, it was going to be the weather, not him.
If there was one thing he was grateful for, however, it was that so few people were about. He hated interacting with them in any case, and if there was no one around while he got to know his new pokémon, so much the better. It was this that was on his mind when a particularly foul smell intruded on his musings. Coming to a halt, he peered in direction of the scent, grimacing with disgust. So far as he knew, there was only one thing that would put out a stench that foul in a city like this; and indeed, there they were, two grimer scrabbling the garbage.
For a moment, Evan stood where he was, just watching. Grimer weren't bad; the smell was a bit of a turn-off, but it could be an advantage if used properly. One way or another, this looked like the perfect opportunity to test out his new pokémon--or one of them, at least. Reaching into one of his pants pockets, he pulled out a minimized pokéball and flicked it to the pavement. "Let's go, Slugma."
One burst of light later, the slugma turned back and gave him a lazy look. "Yeah, hello to you, too," Evan said to it, deciding immediately that he didn't like its attitude. "Get over there and use... use, damn, uh..." Rummaging in his pockets again, Evan came up with his pokédex and turned it on the slugma. "Heat wave, yeah. Attack those grimer." He pointed into the alley without much interest, then glanced around to see if there were any other people in the vicinity.