ack!

PG-13 Adventure in Kanto

15 posts in this topic

Clara sat alone at one of the diner's tables, poking her bowl of white rice with one chopstick, a few grains spilling over the side of the bowl and falling on top of a heap of other discarded food stuffs. The Minccino that was sitting on the table looked up at Clara and reached over to pick up some of the food pieces, but Clara slapped the sticks lightly onto the rodent's paws. "No, Chicho. You have your own food." She pointed the chopsticks at the small bowl of brown pokemon food in front of her, the furry animal's ears pulling back in rejection as it sadly walked back over to its food.

 

Clara was a trainer. Or she was trying to be one. Chicho was a gift from her mother for her fourteenth birthday. Her mom wasn't a trainer or anything--a local farm raised several kinds of pokemon and they just so happened to have a couple of Minccino births at the time. Clara always liked the cute pokemon, but she never really had an interest in owning one until she got one as a pet. Now they were inseparable. That was a year ago--almost to the day. Her birthday was five days ago, but she didn't have anybody to celebrate it with besides her best friend Chicho and a couple of her other pokemon. They spent the day lounging on the beaches of Vermillion City, her pale skin having turned red under the summer sun. Even as she smiled at Chicho chewing on a piece of food, a cute grimace overtaking its face, she could feel the burning pinch of the sunburn on her cheeks.

 

Placing a light hand on top of partner's head, Clara chuckled slightly. "All right, you can have some, you brat." The Minccino chirped with joy as it scarfed the rice into its mouth and swallowed happily.

 

They had traveled a long way in the past year. She was from Unova, Aspertia City to be precise, but had found her way to Kanto after making a big win at a fashion show. It was a long discussion with her mother over the phone, urging her not to go so far away, she was only a child. But Clara had to remind her that they had been apart for several months and being hundreds of miles away wasn't going to change that fact. They'd continue to talk nearly every night, but this is just what trainers did. They travelled.

 

Honestly, Clara didn't even like being a trainer so much, but she loved traveling. She really loved fashion and talent competitions. They were waiting around Celadon City now because of an event that was to happen in two days. "Hey, Chicho! How excited are you for The Pokemon Gala?" She smiled as the pokemon's ears perked up. They were so going to win with how cute Chicho was!

 

"Ciii!" The chinchilla hopped onto one foot and waved its bushy tail, forcing the bowl of pokemon food to fling off of the side of the table. The bowl smashed onto the floor, Chicho holding its hands in front of its mouth, not sure if it had done it on purpose or on accident.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

"Duuuuuuuuuuuude!"

 

Wesley stared dumbfounded at the slot machine he was seated in front of, his mouth agape in a comical 'O'. On the screen, two Lucario symbols had lined up neatly, while the third one had stopped just before the jackpot. He looked at what was left of his chips, a pathetic few that lay around in the corner of his Coin Case, and sighed heavily as he punched the machine in anger. Turns out: punching a slot machine isn't the best of ideas. Wesley swore as he withdrew his hand, grabbing the black suitcase beside him as he stormed towards the counter in frustration. 

 

A single lady in uniform smiled at him as he approached, exuding cheerfulness like a contagious disease. "Hello, and welcome to Celadon City Game Corner! Your coins can be exchanged for prizes next door."

 

"I don't have any coins left to get prizes," he snapped in response. "Your games are rigged. It's like this place is run by Team Rocket or something."

 

The woman gave him a funny little twitch at the edge of her smile. "Would you like to buy some coins?"

 

"No thanks. I'm out of here."

 

The heat of the mid-day sun hit Wesley like a brick wall as he walked out of the automatic double doors of the Game Corner, forcing him to squint and shield his eyes as he orientated himself. Celadon City was a huge, bustling metropolis, with enough side roads and detours to cause even a seasoned traveler to get lost within. Now that the Pokemon Gala was getting nearer, the situation was made far worse: trainers and tourists from all over the land poured in through the city gates in droves, causing the whole place to resemble a bustling marketplace. You could hardly navigate through an excited crowd in the middle of the afternoon without being shoved aside by a rude passer-by at least thrice.

 

As Wesley took off his headband momentarily to wipe the sweat off his forehead, a lone Glaceon prowled out of the corner of the street and slowly walked up to him, rubbing her face against his leg. "Good, there you are," he breathed in relief. "Lower the temperature a little, won't you?"

 

The Glaceon named Quas cooed in response, sprinkling a light Ice Beam around the vicinity that served to dispel away the sweltering heat, at least for now. With that problem solved, Wesley fished around in his bag, pulling out a crumpled and slightly torn pamphlet titled "Charlie's Crash Course to Celadon City" as he flipped it open. A large map of the city was displayed prominently, with the food stops conveniently highlighted in orange for hungry travellers. It was just about time for lunch. His finger traced down to the Game Corner, then to the nearest fork-and-spoon symbol. It wasn't too far from here.

 

"Come on, Quas," he motioned to the Glaceon as he strode off. "Let's go grab a bite."

 

A few people looked up as Wesley walked into the diner. Not many sane individuals wore capes these days, after all, especially on such a hot day. But he was used to the attention, and took his seat at one of the empty tables against the far wall. Quas hopped up onto one of the seats next to him, circling around the seat once before curling up into a ball and closing her eyes. Wesley wasn't sure what the rules were in this establishment (on a previous occasion, he had been yelled at because Pokemon weren't allowed on the upholstery) but he decided to stick with his usual plan of acting innocent. "I suppose I'll be getting you the usual?" Wesley asked, picking up the menu on the table as he flipped through it idly.

 

Quas made a muffled sound.

 

A sharp crack drew Wesley's attention towards another table, where a girl and her Minccino were seated. A broken bowl of Pokemon food lay shattered on the floor, its contents spilled all over the place. The Minccino, which was probably the guilty party, held its hands in front of its mouth in what seemed to be a gesture of embarrassment. Wesley did the only socially appropriate thing to do in awkward situations like this: look away and pretend nothing happened. It was easier on the girl that way.

 

He caught movement to his right, and before he could react, Quas had leapt down from her chair, bounding over to the fallen food in childish excitement. "No!" Wesley whispered, but the Glaceon ignored her trainer as she sniffed at the blocks of food curiously. Dammit, he thought frantically. Come back, you idiot. Not wanting to walk over to the crime scene, he simply contented himself with waving frantically at his rogue Pokemon, trying to catch her attention from where he was seated. 

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

The day was certainly warm, that much was being proven by the sweat on his chest as Ken walked into Celadon City that day. Beside him was a happy Flareon, howling gleefully in the heat of the day, ruffling his fur with pure bliss. "You're the lucky one here. You know that right Kurth?"

"Arrruuu!" The Flareon now known as Kurth almost grinned up at him in agreement as it nuzzled its head against his leg. He simply smiled as he made his way over to a large water fountain in the middle of the city, sitting on the edge. The cool water helped him cool down finally, grabbing a handful and splashing it on his face. For a few moments the heat seemed to go away in the nice breeze that came over him. The breeze was no doubt being helped by being near a cool fountain, but none the less, he sat there, content. After a few moments he looked down as his stomach as it growled lightly. He smiled to Kurth and spoke in a calm tone.

"Guess it's time for some dinner. It's already about 5. What place looks good to you bud? And remember, we need to pick a place that 'everyone' will like." He gave Kurth a look as he winked at it. Kurth, sure enough, bounded off for a moment to find an eatery suitable for the party. Not but a moment later did he spot a little diner that seemed to have a nice big vacant spot. He came trotting back as he nudged Ken. "Found one already? Doubt they could fit Serafinn...but they might be able to get the rest of the gang. Let's go then." He stood up from his seat and followed Kurth down to the diner. He walked in and greeted the clerk, asking for the large booth toward the middle. He noticed a few other Pokemon out and about in the place, such as a girl's Minccino and a boy's Glaceon, so he took out a handful of Pokeballs, releasing the Pokemon within.

Each Pokemon came out quietly, looking to their partner to know what was going on. He simply smiled as he spoke, "Time to eat gang." The group all smiled at him as most of them sat in the booth. The Weavile in the group took a seat of honor right next to him as a Froslass took the opposite side. Next to the Weavile was a Mienshao, and next to Froslass was Kurth, sitting quite well in the seat even though, unlike the others he has four legs. Ken ordered a bowl of rice for all of them and a special bowl to go. He himself also got a bowl of rice, along with an order of tempura. He gave each Pokemon at the table one piece, leaving two for himself. "Dig in everyone." Ken said with a polite smile, as the rest had waited patiently for him to say so.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

The situation was getting worse by the minute. Quas seemed to have taken a liking to the bowl of upended Pokemon food, and was obliviously munching on the bits she could reach on the ground. Fortunately enough, neither the girl nor any of the waiters in this restaurant had taken any action at the moment. Wesley stood up, deciding that direct intervention was necessary. He took a deep breath, marched over to Quas and scooped her up with both hands, carrying the struggling Pokemon back to their table as he plopped her back onto her seat.


That went smoother than expected.


Wesley took a quick scan of his surroundings, just in case anyone was staring at him. He took a quick glance at the middle-aged man in the corner, the young lady with the Minccino, the boy that was surrounded by Pokemon, never letting his gaze linger on any single individual for more than two seconds. The bad news? They were. Disembodied voices started floating about in his head, figments of his imagination about what they might have been thinking about him. What a weirdo! Didn't he train his Glaceon at all? Perhaps he's a circus performer. What kind of moron wears a cape? A devilishly handsome and attractive moron, that's who.


Okay, Wesley added in that last bit. Trying his best to hide himself behind the diner menu while keeping an appearance of casual nonchalance (failing terribly in both aspects), he gestured towards the waiter and ordered, in his words, "whatever would get me out of here as soon as possible". Turns out, that translated to a bowl of plain rice and a plate of white Pokeblocks for his companion. The meal didn't disappoint; it was as tasteless as it looked. By the disgusted look on Quas's face, he suspected the Pokeblocks weren't exactly made from Oran Berries (or any sort of Berry, for that matter). Nevertheless, the two of them swallowed down their meals in record speed, and in a flash, Wesley appeared next to the cashier with several bills in his hand.


"This is all your fault," Wesley whispered to Quas, who yawned and gave him a blur look.


Before leaving, his attention was drawn to the boy in the far corner. Wesley remembered him coming in just after he did, sending out almost his entire team to eat lunch together. He looked strong; perhaps a battle could help keep his mind off the embarrassment. After all, wasn’t that what all trainers did? Walk up to random strangers who had eye contact and challenge them to Pokemon duels to the death?


“Excuse me,†he said to the boy, casting a sideways glance at the Weavile seated next to him. “But would you be a Pokemon trainer, by any chance? And if you are, would you be keen for a battle after dinner?â€
 

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Ken was eating peacefully with the group, all of which were having tiny conversations with one another. This brought a smile to his face as he knew everyone got along well. The strength of a trainer can be measured in many ways, the power of his team, the raw energy they emit, even just by simple appearance, but this group was strong because of the bonds they shared. He taught them to find equal grounds with one another so they could be happy working with one another, and one by one they all bonded with one another, and through those bonds, to Ken. In the grand scheme of things, it seemed like a group that would last a lot longer than a lot of up and comers who don't learn such lessons quickly.

Ken's mind finally snapped back into place as he finished his meal and noticed everyone was looking up to him smiling with clean plates. He pet each individually, speaking calmly, "Good boy Weavile. Good girl Romiji." He repeated the process for each of them before calling the waitress over for a quick desert of shaved ice for most of the group, and a cookie for Kurth. Last time he got shaved ice for Kurth, it melted after a few licks and the flavoring that was left was too watered down to taste, so he's taken it upon himself to get him something that he'd like without accidentally melting it.

Just as the desert looked to be coming over he noticed a young man walk over to the table. Judging by his appearance, he looked almost ten years younger than him. Hearing the boy's request he smiled up to him and nodded, "Yes, you could call me a trainer. I'm sure my group wouldn't mind battling a little later once the heat dies down. What do you think guys?"

"We. Weavile. We We." The Weavile spoke up, pointing to the younger man and his Glaceon, as Ken smiled again, looking back over to their visitor.

"Weavile has a point, would you like to join us for a little desert? I'll pay for you and your Pokemon." Ken motioned for the Mienshao, who he had called Yoshiaki earlier, to fetch a few chairs for them to use.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Darn it! He knew he never should have tried to interact with anyone in this restaurant. Now, with the man's offer to join him for dessert, he had caught Wesley in a finely-crafted web of traps. It was definitely enticing to take up his offer and consume dessert, especially after how he had wolfed down nothing but a simple bowl of bland rice for dinner. His stomach even growled lightly in approval. However, to do so meant that he had to stay in this infernal room of judgemental stares for an extended period of time.

 

Decisions, decisions.

 

Finally, he plonked himself down on an empty seat next to the man's already crowded table with an exasperated sigh, resigned to his fate. "I suppose I'll take up that offer of yours," he said, suspiciously eyeing an old lady in the corner, who was innocently sipping a cup of tea.

 

He remembered that the man had offered to buy dessert for "him and his Pokemon", but Wesley deemed it rather unwise to release too many members of his team at once in such a confined space. Judging by some of their mischievous and/or destructive natures, it was very likely that the entire place would have been destroyed in a matter of minutes. Besides, he wouldn't want to reveal his entire strategy to his soon-to-be opponent, would he?

 

Quas seemed happy enough that she would be getting more food, and hopped onto the cushioned chair next to her trainer as she settled down for another quick nap. Wesley looked to the man and remarked, "I don't suppose you've told me your name yet, Mr. Dessert. I am Wesley Equinox, nice to meet you."

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

He waited for the new arrival to sit down before listening to him, catching the ever popular question of, what's your name. He spoke calmly as he bowed his head politely, "Name's Ken Gant. Nice to meet you too, Wesley." He saw the desserts coming and gave each Pokemon the thing they liked. Keeping one aside, he pulled out his wallet which was full of money. Seems he didn't eat out often, nor did he buy much in terms of TMs, potions, or balls. But he put the money for the bill on the table, along with the same in balance of the bill for the check. He put his wallet back and went to eat his shaved ice, noticing the sun going down slowly, as well as all of his Pokemon enjoying their desserts, each politely eating without making a mess. He spoke up again as he put his dish aside.

"So tell me Wesley, what brings you to Celadon City? The mall, scenery, maybe the Game Corner?" He tilted his head in curiosity, his outfit befit a performer's, but he wouldn't be rude and say anything. He got the idea out of his head as well, hope that it wouldn't offend him. Nonetheless he waited for an answer before running a hand along Weavile's head, scratching underneath his chin which he looked to be enjoying immensely.

Kurth looked at the Glaceon sitting near him, tilting its head in curiosity as it put a paw on the edge of the seat to get its attention, giving a soft bark, not very loud, but loud enough for the Glaceon to hear it. "Aru."

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Wesley watched as the much-anticipated dessert arrived in no time at all, barely restraining himself from diving straight into the dish until he saw that his temporary companion, who had named himself Ken Gant, had done so. The cooling taste was very refreshing indeed, and any regrets about taking up Ken's offer vanished with his first spoonful. Quas seemed to appreciate the cold dish as well, as she silently lapped it up by Wesley's side.

 

"No reason in particular," he replied Ken's question with a mouthful of dessert. "I thought all trainers wandered about aimlessly. Or maybe that's just me. I shouldn't make any assumptions."

 

Wesley stopped eating for a moment, putting his finger to his chin in thought. "Although, I suppose the Pokemon Gala is a pretty good reason for anyone to be in Celadon City at the moment. I hear it's a pretty big event. And with regard to the Game Corner, don't ever go there. The games are completely rigged."

 

He sighed, remembering the thousand and one times the slot machine had just nearly lined up perfectly, only to disappoint him at the final moment. Bad memories. Another thought popped into his mind, which he continued on, "Oh, there is a Pokemon Gym in this city, right? I don't really follow the progression of gyms personally, but I do enjoy a challenge once in a while. What type does the gym leader use, if you might know? Do they still stick to single types? I remember they did in the past. It was a ridiculously weak strategy, but maybe it was all part of a grand scheme to help more young trainers get badges."

 

He shrugged and went back to eating his dessert, awaiting Ken's reply. At the same time, a soft "Aru" came from his right, where Ken's Flareon had placed a paw on the table, evidently trying to subtly get Quas's attention. If it had been any louder, the fragile Glaceon would probably have jumped away from fright. As it was, the Flareon had used just the right volume, and successfully managed to ellicit a glance from Quas.

 

But just a glance. She eyed the Flareon up and down for a short moment, before judging that he was most probably non-hostile, and went back to daintily consuming her dessert.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Kurth continued to look at Quas a moment before going back to his cookie, nibbling it and licking up and crumbs that might fall off. Ken continued eating some of the shaved ice as he listened to Wesley, paying attention to everything he said before stopping and presenting a few answers. "Well, I've been travelling for years. I'm actually from the Johto region, and have been travelling in Kanto for a while. I've been a trainer essentially for ten or so years. But, recently I've taken to training other trainers. Sort of like a Gym Leader in testing the person's mettle and aptitude on how they battle and work alongside their Pokemon. I even became friends with a couple Gym Leaders in the process. Only about two though...most are too busy to have much in terms of social lives." 

 

He took a moment to take another bite from the shaved ice before speaking again to finish whatever questions Wesley had asked. "The Gym Leader here in Celadon, last time I was here at least, was Erika. She uses Grass-type Pokemon. I must say...she is a beauty...there's something about her that is just so elegant..." He paused as he stopped himself from going on a tangent, talking about his 'crush' on Erika, whom he had battled about five years prior and won the Rainbow Badge. "Right so, yeah, that's Erika. I've never gone to the Game Corner to be honest so I can't give you an opinion. I feel like it's a waste of money. Gambling never gets anyone anywhere."

 

He finished his answering and looked him over again as he took another spoonful of the shaved ice, after swallowing, he spoke again, this time asking some questions of his own. "How long have you been travelling? And for that matter, I assume you have some badges to show for yourself?" He smiled, wondering what his answer would be. He seemed like a skilled trainer in the least, but when he asked about Erika, it made him wonder just how long he's been travelling.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

"Erika, huh...?" Wesley mumbled, nibbling at the edge of his spoon as he considered if he should take the gym leader on after all. Grass-types were defeated quite easily, in his opinion. They were weak to both Ice and Fire, which were two of the stronger types in terms of offense. It could be an interesting diversion from travelling all the time.

 

Ken's next few questions brought good memories back to Wesley's mind. Trekking across the globe, facing storms and blizzards with his team by his side, battling evil organizations bent on misusing Pokemon and taking over the world... He certainly had spent the past few years well. "I started my Pokemon journey with my dad four years ago," he answered, pushing around the remains of his dessert on his plate. "But I parted ways with him after two years. Since then, I've been doing all sorts of crazy things that comes with being a trainer."

 

He grinned, looking at the other boy. Wesley wondered if he had gone through similar experiences on his journeys. "I don't really have that many gym badges, actually. I never really went out of my way to collect them." He stood up at that sentence, fishing out a badge case from his pack as he opened it and placed it on the table. Within lay four out of eight Johto badges: Fog, Mineral, Glacier and Rising. "I didn't really follow the recommended order in the brochure they gave me," he explained. "I just went to those which I thought were interesting. How about you? Do you collect badges?"

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Ken looked at the four badges, even a skilled trainer didn't need to have many to prove he was well-versed in battle. Ken himself had...quite the collection. He had been travelling in Kanto for a while, but he's been to a good deal of places. The farthest he's been being Hoenn, he reached into his inner coat pocket, pulling out a handmade case that a member of his family made for him, it was elaborate and had several compartments that were written in nice lettering, showing the different region names and badge placement slots. The first compartment showed the Kanto Gym Badges, and he had each of the Boulder, Cascade, Thunder, Rainbow, and Marsh Badges, and two of the Soul and Earth Badges. A second compartment showed the Orange Islands with the Coral-Eye, Sea Ruby, Spike Shell, and Jade Star Badges and a special plaque showing his draw with the trainer Drake. The third compartment was for the Johto region, his home region which was more elaborate than the others. The Zephyr, Hive, Plain, Fog, Storm, Mineral, Glacier, and Rising Badges all placed in their proper places. Finally, the last compartment that had anything in it was pulled out, showing the Stone, Knuckle, Dynamo, Heat, Balance, Feather, Mind Badges, and two of the Rain Badge.

 

He let him look at the Badges and before he needed to ask he spoke about the copies. "The ones that I have two of...well, at one point the Gym Leaders were switched. The Soul Badge I originally got was from Koga, the leader of the Fuchsia City Gym. A year or two after he was leader there he got a new position as a member of the Elite Four and so his daughter Janine took his place, and I decided to test myself against her as well. The same sort of story can be said for the other copies, the Earth Badge having been gotten from Giovanni, who you might now know as the leader of Team Rocket, though he's in hiding from what I've heard...and the other came from the new Viridian City Gym Leader Blue. Lastly, the two Rain Badges are from Wallace who is the student of the other Gym Leader Juan from Sootopolis City. Wallace became the Champion so Juan took back over. Oh...sorry, I rambled I apologize."

 

He took another spoonful of his shaved ice which was beginning to melt, almost having finished. He waited to see if he wanted to ask about some of his Gym experiences, or perhaps ask him about the leaders. He has some fond memories of some of the Gym Leaders who he become friends with, Wallace being a friend he wrote to often. He always seemed to have time to write back which made Ken happy. 

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Wesley gazed at the eye-catching collection of colorful badges which Ken had to display. It certainly changed his impression of this trainer. He must have traveled and trained with his Pokemon for a significant period of time to have managed to obtain such a large collection of gym badges. He spoke of the gym trainers with an evident hint of fondness in his voice, and Wesley guessed that he had made friends with quite a few of them. His mind went back to the period of time he had spent outside the country, in foreign lands and gyms which were not recognized back here. Over there, he had met many individuals and made many friends too, but none of them had left a very lasting impression on him. It seemed to him like they were all part of a quickly fleeting dream; a fierce candle which shone brightly for a short while, but died out eventually.

 

It was nice to have friends, he thought.

 

Sensing that Ken wanted him to ask about the various gym leaders he had talked about, Wesley gave another look at the badges. "I heard of the new Gym Leader, Blue... People say he was childhood friends with the Kanto Champion, Red. Have you ever seen Red in your travels? I heard he was a trainer like no other."

 

Wesley highly doubted he'd be able to beat Red even if he found him, but that didn't stop him from wanting to fight the legendary trainer. Perhaps he could battle Blue first, so he'd get a rough idea of how strong Red was. Viridian City wasn't too far from Celadon, after all. Looking at Ken's badges made him feel like going on a tour around Kanto to battle all the gym leaders too. Perhaps they'd be friendly to him as well.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

He was taken aback by the statement that Wesley brought to him. He hesitated to say anything before wording it properly. He 'had' met Red once before. The experience had actually shook him up because Red's stare was...almost maddening to look at. He was a trainer of such bearing that he was overwhelming to be near. He took a minute to think the words for the sentence to come properly. As he was thinking things through, Weavile looked at him and touched one of his claws to his arm lightly to see if he was okay. He shook his head a moment before smiling to Weavile before turning his head back to Wesley.

 

"Right um...Red...yes. I have seen him. I'll never forget the incident. I was travelling up Mt. Silver where I heard I could see Moltres if I was lucky. That's something else I've done on my travels, I've gone out of my way to see if I couldn't spot Legendary Pokemon at least once. But, that aside...I had reached the summit and standing towards the peak in the blistering cold, without so much as a shiver was Red. His cold stare was unnerving...he pulled out a Pokeball as if to challenge me, which I ran from. I don't think I'll ever be ready to face him. As I ran from the peak, I fell and slipped down a portion, causing me to get knocked out. I woke up and swaddling me in its blazing wings...was Moltres. From what I saw, Weavile had gotten out of his ball and pulled me as far from the snow as he could since he was asleep beside me, holding onto my arm. Otherwise I probably would've froze to death. But yes, Moltres was protecting me from the cold and after I woke up, it blazed into the sky and the layer of snow that it flew over melted. I can't think of one of those incidents without the others. So I apologize for rambling. What about you Wesley? Have you ever seen a Legendary Pokemon?"

 

Ken didn't want to keep the topics on him and his travels. He'd seem 'a lot' but he wanted to learn about others too and not just tell his stories like he often ends up doing. He actually once spent an entire day talking to some local kids in Saffron City's Dojo about some of his adventures. He enjoyed telling them, of course he did, it brought out that sense of wonder to the new age. But it could sometimes get tedious, as some experiences he wish he could forget. Being prisoner to Team Rocket at one point as a child. He shook his head though, looking at Wesley to hear what he would say.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

The topic of Legendary Pokemon was familiar, at least to Wesley. Not many have seen these great Pokemon even if they had spent a lifetime searching for them - but Wesley just happened to be at the right place, at the right time. "In a distant land, a year ago..." He began his tale, gazing into the far wall as strong memories resurfaced in his mind, the events as crystal clear as though it had just occurred yesterday. "There was a Champion named Sombra. He was a legend in the land, having been known as the strongest trainer for a long period of time. But he was as cold as he was powerful, and eventually a group calling themselves Team Yami assembled themselves around Sombra, claiming to seek power - the Legendary Pokemon."

 

"In response, many strong trainers rose against Sombra and Team Yami, and named themselves Team Awai in response. I was part of Team Awai for a while, as I went on various missions to disrupt whatever it was that Team Yami was planning. But we were always reacting to their movements, always one step too slow. It seemed to me that Team Awai wasn't very effective after all. But I fulfilled my missions faithfully, in the hopes that the trainers who led Awai knew what they were doing..."

 

Wesley paused for a moment, remembering the smiling faces of his past comrades. Kiyomi, Clyde, Jae. "It was particularly stormy on the day Team Yami made their move. Sombra led them personally, ascending an enormous tower as a violent hurricane raged all around them, seeking the dragon of the skies, Rayquaza. He had intel that it would be close by on that day, and fully intended on capturing it. In response, Awai mobilized everyone we had, and the group of us battled our way up the tower painfully, the weather too dangerous to approach by air."

 

"I handled the grunts pretty well back then. I even took down one of Yami's lieutenants at it. But Sombra was on a whole different scale. I caught a glimpse of him as I was fighting my way through, with his dreaded Mismagius and Roserade by his side. He didn't spare a look for me, but the Mismagius thought it would be fun to play with me for a while. It knocked out my entire team with one Dark Pulse, and that brought an abrupt end to my participation in the battle."

 

"I heard Sombra faced Rayquaza at the top of the tower that day. I don't really know what happened, but rumors of what happened in the end spread like wildfire. The Legendary Pokemon remained uncaptured, and Sombra vanished into the shadows, never to be seen again. Yami disbanded shortly after the whole incident, and with our primary mission achieved, Team Awai parted ways as well."

 

Wesley sighed, patting Quas on the head. "Those were fun times. Since I left the country, I haven't been in contact with any of my friends. Sometimes I wonder if I should write them a letter."

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

He nodded slowly as he ended his story, smiling contently as he spoke gently, almost in a tone a big brother would to a younger brother. He wanted to make Wesley feel that it would be a good idea to write. "No matter what, a true friend always writes back. It might take a long time, but they will." Ken ran a hand along the long plume like fur coming off of his Weavile, which made him smile happily up at his master and friend, nuzzling into his hand. He took a moment to think before saying anything else. They had been talking for a little while so the sun was beginning to set. He had seen two other Legendary Pokemon in his travels, though the Moltres story is easily the most intimate of them all. It was something he never felt could ever happen again. Being protected by such a brilliant bird, and it seemed to care. He finally thought of something to say as he put his badge case away, looking at his Pokemon as they looked at him, waiting for whatever he would say next.

 

"Well, seems we've been talking for quite a while. And it looks like the sun's going down. Perhaps now might be a good time for me to settle the bill." He smiled as he got up, going to the front counter and handing the waitress the amount necessary and double for her tip. When she seemed surprised he simply smiled and went back, pulling out a chain of balls from around his neck, they were like a monk's large bead necklace and each was a Luxury Ball. He opened each up for the group except for Weavile who wanted to stay out. "I suppose if we wanna battle after I give my last Pokemon his treat outside, it would be nightfall and the lighting would be really great for a battle." He gave him a small grin to show he was actually sort of excited for a battle. He did want to get his Milotic a treat though. "Do you mind if we step outside? I have to give my big guy his treat." He stood up with his Weavile following suit. Heading to the door.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Create an account or sign in to comment

You need to be a member in order to leave a comment

Create an account

Sign up for a new account in our community. It's easy!


Register a new account

Sign in

Already have an account? Sign in here.


Sign In Now

  • Recently Browsing   0 members

    No registered users viewing this page.

  • Who's Online   0 Members, 0 Anonymous, 24 Guests (See full list)

    There are no registered users currently online