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Entry 3, The Mission
17 years ago
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Once more into the breeches, dear friends!
Apparently, the fact that I'm a trainer is very easy to spot. Maybe I shouldn't walk with my little pack trailing by my sides, but I don't feel like putting them in their balls if I don't have to. They have no strategic value as of yet, so it's not like I could surprise someone.
From Sandgem to Jubilife, I must have encountered three trainers, battling and defeating them all with little damage done to myself. Of course, there is the Rule of Contact, where, in the event that two trainers lock eyes, then they have to battle. It's a silly little thing that isn't really taken seriously by most trainers, but when someone approaches me and asks for a battle, I can't bring myself to refuse. Must be the Champion bloodline I have. Besides, I'd never turn away from a challenge, especially when it presents an opportunity for me and my new companions to grow stronger.
Speaking of which, Royal learned his first water-type attack! Sure, Bubble isn't the strongest or most impressive move, but it looks pretty, and it packs a mean punch. At least, that's what the trainer told me when it misfired and smacked both his Starly and his face.
I really hope he doesn't press charges.
He wasn't the only one to improve, though; Sarah learned Leer! At least, I think she did. I met Dawn at the entrance to Jubilife, and, when she asked to see the Pokemon I had, my Piplup struck a proud, strong pose for something his size, puffing out his little chest and giving her a confident chirp. The look Sarah gave both him and Dawn seemed to qualify as a Leer. Hell, it's probably the textbook definition.
Dawn didn't notice it, it seemed, and told me that I'd probably be more comfortable with more Pokemon. I saw where she was coming from, but I gave my creatures a pet and told her that they were just enough for now. After all, if I catch too many Pokemon, how could I keep up with them? My father had friends that would watch over his, but I like keeping close to the ones I have. If I end up getting more than six, that means I'd have to put one away. It'd be hard to choose.
Anyway, I remembered the Parcel, and asked her if she'd seen Bitch. I had to correct myself when I saw her blushing, asking her if she'd seen Tyson. She seemed a little more fidgety at that, telling me that she saw him at the trainer school in this city. She also wondered why I called him Bitch. It was a tale as old as time, but one left from this documentation. Basically, I just have very little respect for him as a human being.
Even so, I do have to give him the package. After Roy and Sarah finish healing up at this Pokemon Center, I'll go hunting for his uppity ass so I can put this chore behind me and focus on my adventure.
From Sandgem to Jubilife, I must have encountered three trainers, battling and defeating them all with little damage done to myself. Of course, there is the Rule of Contact, where, in the event that two trainers lock eyes, then they have to battle. It's a silly little thing that isn't really taken seriously by most trainers, but when someone approaches me and asks for a battle, I can't bring myself to refuse. Must be the Champion bloodline I have. Besides, I'd never turn away from a challenge, especially when it presents an opportunity for me and my new companions to grow stronger.
Speaking of which, Royal learned his first water-type attack! Sure, Bubble isn't the strongest or most impressive move, but it looks pretty, and it packs a mean punch. At least, that's what the trainer told me when it misfired and smacked both his Starly and his face.
I really hope he doesn't press charges.
He wasn't the only one to improve, though; Sarah learned Leer! At least, I think she did. I met Dawn at the entrance to Jubilife, and, when she asked to see the Pokemon I had, my Piplup struck a proud, strong pose for something his size, puffing out his little chest and giving her a confident chirp. The look Sarah gave both him and Dawn seemed to qualify as a Leer. Hell, it's probably the textbook definition.
Dawn didn't notice it, it seemed, and told me that I'd probably be more comfortable with more Pokemon. I saw where she was coming from, but I gave my creatures a pet and told her that they were just enough for now. After all, if I catch too many Pokemon, how could I keep up with them? My father had friends that would watch over his, but I like keeping close to the ones I have. If I end up getting more than six, that means I'd have to put one away. It'd be hard to choose.
Anyway, I remembered the Parcel, and asked her if she'd seen Bitch. I had to correct myself when I saw her blushing, asking her if she'd seen Tyson. She seemed a little more fidgety at that, telling me that she saw him at the trainer school in this city. She also wondered why I called him Bitch. It was a tale as old as time, but one left from this documentation. Basically, I just have very little respect for him as a human being.
Even so, I do have to give him the package. After Roy and Sarah finish healing up at this Pokemon Center, I'll go hunting for his uppity ass so I can put this chore behind me and focus on my adventure.
And Bravo on asking Dawn about Bitch. I lol-ed