Twitter: To Be MadeBetter Image For the Thread: To Be FoundYour name is Luke; a fourteen year old boy with dreams of becoming a Pokemon Master, you've traveled to Goldenrod City to participate in the annual Charity Tournament's Junior Division. But you've found nothing but trouble since arriving, nearly losing your Gastly in an accidental theft by your rival, Richard. And now as you check into your hotel, Dick's older sister has come around looking for a fight on his behalf...Team Luke:Squirtle: Level 20, MaleTorrent-Tail Whip-Bubble-Withdraw-BiteGastly, Level 17, FemaleLevitate-Night Shade-Hypnosis-Lick -CurseVulpix, Level 18, FemaleDrought-Ember-Confuse Ray-Fire Spin-Baby-Doll EyesInventory:-$500-Pokeball x5-Potion x2-Antidote x1-Awakening x1
"You wouldn't happen to know anything about that... would ya?"Daria shakes you again, grinning like some kind of devil-beast with its prey in reach. She's busted into the Sleeping Sunkern looking for a fight, somehow aware of the incident that went down between you and Rich earlier. Did that little coward really go and tell his big sister on you? What a wimp. The other patrons don't seem to be interested, or at least not willing to intervene. The two in the corner seem to shrink further in the hopes that the scary girl won't see them, and the man with the sword is keeping a hand on the hilt, but not stepping any closer."Am I gonna get an answer, Lil' Luke? Or do I have to whack you against a pole like you're a dirty rug?""Hey, hey!" the man in leather, Remy interjects. He tries to push himself between you and her and break up the scuffle. "Everyone just calm down and take a deep breath. He's just a kid, Dari--OOF"The girl's motion is effortless and even bored; she slams her elbow into his stomach and causes him to stumble backwards, wheezing in pain. "Can it, Snow-head! This is family business, keep out." The old lady behind the desk starts laughing at Remy, and he yells something obscene back at her between his gasping.Daria's glaring at you. Should you try and appease her to avoid the oncoming beating?>1.) I'm sorry, it was all a big mix-up.>2.) He had it coming. He was being a real *Dick*>3.) What do you care? It's between me and him.>4.) Beg and grovel.>5.) Maybe we could settle this with a Pokemon battle instead of a beating?>6.) Catch her off-guard and headbutt her.>7.) "Gastly, use Hypnosis!">8.) Do something else.
>>29710797>Squirtle has pointy sunglassesYOU LISTENED TO MEYOU CHEEKY FUCKFOLLOWING.
>>29710832"Your younger brother stole my shit. Want proof, we can go to the police station."
>>29710832"Your younger brother stole my Ghastly."
>>29710832So, you came to thank me I take it?I did prevent your brother from getting arrested and expulsed from the league.
>>29710832Time to man the fuck up. Look her in the eyes and >>29711079
>>29710917>>29711079>>29711209You protest your innocence. "Your younger brother stole my Gastly," you say, with the mentioned Pokemon giving an affirmative "Gas!" "If you don't believe me, we can go to the police station and I'll prove it."Daria's fists tremble, and she scowls at you like you're an idiot for even saying such a thing. "Why the hell do you think I care what my brother did?! If Dick actually stole your Pokemon then I'll just kick HIS ass, too! But he's still my brother; so one way or another you're answering to me for getting him in trouble!"You're not sure you can argue with that logic; specifically, you're not sure where to begin telling Daria how crazy that is. But she seems resolute, and a glance to your left confirms that Remy's still catching his breath. He looks pretty strong, so you reckon a hit that strength making contact with you would be, for lack of a better phrase, super-effective. If you're going to talk, fight, or sneak your way out of this you'd better have something good in mind.>1.) Apologize and try to calm her down.>2.) Did you... just call your brother Dick?>3.) It's not any of your business, let Richard fight his own battles.>4.) Try to attack her to get the element of surprise. Then, amscray.>5.) Use one of your Pokemon to attack and distract her.>6.) Challenge her to a Pokemon battle.>7.) Try something different.
>>29711247"I challenge you to a Pokemon Battle. If I win, you'll leave me alone, and Richard fights his own battle with you. But if you win, I'll go apologize to him for being rough on him. Deal?"
>>29711307Look her in the eyes. If we have a hat, turn that shit. MAN UP.Hope to god the blueberry in the corner sees.
>>29711247>>2.) Did you... just call your brother Dick?He got himself in trouble really.>>6.) Challenge her to a Pokemon battle.We could also cunt punt her, but that would be impolite.
>>29711307>>29711328Fuck yeah.
>>29711247>2.) Did you... just call your brother Dick?>>29711352>We could also cunt punt her>implying she wouldn't crush our foot between her thighs and then murder us
>>29711247kiss her,
>>29711307I agree to these terms. No loss of cash, and if we win, we get mad respect.
>>29711431>implying that I don't want that to happen
>>29711307Time to grow a pair.
>>29711247>Lean into her>Kiss on lips>slip her the toungDie with style!
>>29711307>>29711328>>29711352>>29711431Daria's always been scary. You remember when you were just a little kid, your mom would take you to Pewter City to visit Richard's family. She would always throw Geodude at you from the second story while you were ringing the doorbell. She never really matured from that point.But you have. And you're through being intimidated by her. You grab the brim of your cap and spin it around, glaring up at your tormentor with what you think is a tough face. "I challenge you to a Pokemon Battle! If I win you leave me alone, and battle Richard instead. If you win, I'll go apologize for being rough on him."Daria raises an eyebrow at you."Deal?"She snorts, and like magic her severe demeanor disappears. Her head tilts back and she lets out a laugh that you think might just be an Uproar attack in disguise. You swear the floor is shaking. She smiles at you cheery as can be and slaps you on the shoulder. Ow. "Ye-ah! A battle, that sounds great! Glad to see you finally manned up, Luke. Tell ya what; since you're so outclassed, I'll only use one Pokemon in the spirit of fair competition!" She talks like she's being generous, so apparently she's oblivious to how condescending that sounds. "How's that sound?""Fine. But one last thing..."She tilts her head. "Yeah?""Did you just call your brother 'Dick'?""Oh--snrrk--" She covers her mouth and stifles a mean laugh. "Yeah, he totally hates it. You should see the way he blows up when I say it. He's such a twerp." You may have just found a new friend. Daria plucks a Pokeball off of her belt, twirling it between her fingers. "Ready, Luke?"
>>29711971Oh shit she's xcore poke-Tsundere isn't she?Throwing rocks at boys, sure sign.
>>29711971Yeah, but lets move outside.Open with vulpix.
>>29711971A cane slams into the ground, overriding the excitement and drawing both your attention and your opponent's. The little old lady has stepped out from the counter and is watching you with a frown. "No fighting in the lobby!" she scolds you. "How am I supposed to attract customers with that kind of ruckus? If you wanna battle so badly, take it outside, or downstairs. We have a battle ring for antsy kids like you who can't go five minutes without a battle. Got it? Just not in here!""...Oh." Daria sheepishly shrinks and scratches the back of her head. "I guess that DOES make sense, heh...whaddaya say, Luke?"All eyes are on you now. You seem to have piqued the interest of the other trainers; even the wallflowers are leaning forward in expectation.>1.) We'll battle outside.>2.) We'll battle downstairs.
>>29711971>She would always throw Geodude at you from the second story while you were ringing the doorbellSounds like a girl after my own heart.
>>29712039>>1.) We'll battle outside.Outside of course.
>>29712039>1.) We'll battle outsideAnd we shall battle in the the shade.No?
>>29712039>1.) We'll battle outside.The beginning of Black/White always confused me.Anyways, I suggest popping out Ghastly first so we can lay down Curse, then Vulpix to try to pull off a Confuse Ray.
>>29712039Battle downstairs. Call out to the girl in the corner as you pass - invite her to watch.This all depends on her move types. If she uses a Gighting poke, we got this shit in the bag - Ghost's immune to that shit.
>>29712102>Call out to the girl in the corner as you pass - invite her to watch.Seconding this for outside match.Let's get out nervous 14 year old mack on.
Guys. Our Gastly knows Curse. We have this in the fucking bag.
>>29712039>Downstairs>invite her for drinks before hand, to make her squirm
>>29712051That poor goddamn Geodude.
>>29712074>>29712088>>29712090"We'll battle outside." Daria doesn't waste a second, grabbing you by the elbow and yanking you towards the door."Fantastic! Love me some street fighting; let's go!" You start sliding towards the door, wondering if your arm is about to be wrenched off. You glance back and see the blue-haired girl in the corner watching you go, eyes wide.>>29712102>>29712130"Hey, you wanna come watch?"Her face flushes red, and she sinks further into her bag. Crud, you think you're blushing too now. Why did you say that? You don't even know that girl. "Uh, everyone?" you add, trying to defuse the awkward bomb you've just primed. Like a knight in the shining armor, the man with the sword detaches from the wall and sways an overacted gesture at you, saving you from further embarrassment. "Well I, for one, will never miss a chance to view a battle between two passionate trainers. I shall accompany you!"He walks over to you, shadowed by the blond boy. "Erm, yeah. Me too.""Hell, why not?" Remy chuckles, rubbing his sore belly. "You guys need a ref, right? I can handle that. I happen to be a registered judge with the League, don'tcha know."And finally, the blue-haired girl stands up and smiles, going with the flow of the crowd. "That sounds fun," she quietly agrees. With a crowd in tow Daria pulls you out into the sun and the abandoned Goldenrod street. There aren't even passing cars to worry about, so she just walks into the middle of the road. You walk further down the way by about ten yards, then about-face to stand opposite her. She starts stretching out her muscles; if you didn't know better you'd think she would be the one fighting. Between you both Remy walks out and holds up his arms."This officially-recognized Pokemon League Battle will now commence! The first combatant is Daria Pace, from Pewter City! Her opponent is Luke... er..."He glances at you. "Surname and hometown, pal?">1.) My last name is ____ and I'm from ____
>>29712511"Bright, from Pewter."
>>29712539>Luke BrightHAHAHAHAHAH YES.
>>29712539Why not
>>29712567YOU'RE ALL WEEDLES TO ME.
>>29712539>>29712567>>29712574>>29712623"Bright. I'm from Pewter City."Remy looks at you for a second, mystified, but shrugs. "Ain't my place to question. Luke Bright, from Pewter City! The agreed upon terms of battle are one Pokemon versus Luke's entire team! Good luck to you both; now, start!"Daria's body shrinks as she adopts a battle stance. Her arm snaps forward and lets a Pokeball go sailing. "Me first! I choose you, Jet!" The red and white ball snaps open high above you and lets a white form out, crashing into the ground. It takes shape and converts from light into matter. Her choice is a Hitmonlee that's just pulled off a perfect three point landing."Leelee." Its narrow eyes fixate on you as it stands, swaying back and forth on its springlike legs. Daria crosses her arms, turning away slightly as she smirks at you. "There's my star pupil, Lil' Luke! Show me your best!"You hand hovers over your belt, alternating between Pokeballs. Who are you going to choose? Gastly is still out and about, hovering beside you and pestering you with little noises. It seems she wants the first crack at this one.>1.) Choose Gastly, and use ____>2.) Choose Vulpix, and use ____>3.) Choose Squirtle, and use ____
>>29712866USE GHASTLYCURSE HER SHITDARE HER TO FLYING KICK.DAAAARE HERRRRR.
>>29712866Choose Gastly and use Curse, this isn't even a question.
>>29712866shitgetscursed.png
>>29712866Unless it uses elemental kicks, it can't even touch Ghastly, right?
>>29712866>>1.) Choose Gastly, and use ____curse
>>29712866>1.) Choose Gastly, and use CurseIn the event that Hitmonlee knows a non-Fighting or Normal move, the Curse means our other Pokemon need only not die for a few turns. If the Hitmonlee doesn't know such a move? He dies anyways.
>>29712977Pretty much. Hitmonlee doesn't even have Scrappy.
>>29712866>1.) Choose Gastly, and use Hypnosis
>>29712899>>29712903>>29713007>>29713008You nod at your partner. "Get in there, girl.""Gaaaastly!" A dastardly smile stretches across the Ghost Pokemon as she takes the field opposite the Hitmonlee. Jet stares down its opponent quietly, awaiting its trainer's orders. Daria's chest bobs; her chortling is low and a tad unsettling. "Good choice, good choice... Jet, use Meditate."The Hitmonlee complies immediately, sitting cross-legged on the road, focusing its energy in preparation for its next move. You can see its body begin to emanate a quiet strength. You take advantage of his inaction, and order your Gastly, "Use Curse!" "Hoo-hoo, Gaaaaaaast!" She cackles as a ghostly spike takes shape from the dark mist around her, and then she drives it into her side. The pain is horrendous, and Gastly flinches as she endures it. But it pays off. You see the Hitmonlee sweating in pain as the curse begins to burn its muscles. Now all you have to do is survive.>1.) Next move.
>>29713250Hypnotize or lick.Attempt to cut off their next attack.
>>29713250Hypnosis!
>>29713250>>1.) Next move.Hypnosis
>>29713250>HypnosisThe more we can stall, the more effect Curse will have.
>>29713250Hypnooooo~
>>29713282>>29713288>>29713306>>29713315If you can get that Hitmonlee to sleep, the curse should whittle it down to nothing. "Gastly, use--""Oh no ya don't!" Daria throws a leg forward, twisting her body and throwing a punch into the air. "Now Jet: Rock Slide!"The Pokemon's eyes open. "Lee!""Rock Slide?!"Jet springs from the ground, kicking straight down once he's in the air. His foot smashes the concrete beneath him, dozens of chunks scattering all around him. And then he retracts his leg. "LEELEELEELEELEELEELEE!" In the span of seconds the Fighting-Type Pokemon kicks dozens of times, each blow connecting with a chunk of rock and driving it straight to Gastly. Curse did too much damage to the fragile girl. She can't handle a barrage like this.Your breath catches as Gastly hits the ground motionless. Remy raises his hand and declares, "Gastly is no longer able to battle!" Hand trembling, you call Gastly back into her Pokeball, and clip it back onto your belt. The watching crowd reacts in a multitude of ways."What a splendid Hitmonlee," the sword wielder remarks. "He has stupendous discipline, fighting on with that curse."His remark is accurate; even after that much exertion Jet still stands, but his body is beginning to pour sweat as his tendons continue to roast from the curse. Attacks at this level aren't something he can keep up forever."Man, I could've warned the kid this would happen..." Remy tuts and shakes his head. "Crazy girl always takes these battles WAY too seriously.""I hope that Gastly isn't hurt..." remarks the blond boy, twisting his hat in his hands. The blue-haired girl is the only one not actively commenting on the battle, watching the proceedings quietly."You can beat her," she whispers.>1.) Call out Squirtle next, and use ____>2.) Maybe Vulpix can finish him!
>>29713577>2.) Maybe Vulpix can finish him!Confuse Ray can serve a similar purpose. It's a stalling game from here.
>>29713577Vulpix using Baby Doll Eyes is our best bet, if we try to use Confuse Ray she'll just get out sped and one shot. After that we can try and have Wartortle use Withdraw or Bubble.
>>29713577Yeah, you can. Send out Vulpix, start in with Baby-Doll Eyes.I think? Is that one of those moves that plays off gender?
>>29713621It's a priority move which reduces attack by one stage.
>>29713655Yeah, that's good. Lead with that, then use Confuse and follow up with Fire Spin. Switch to Squirtle and start with Withdraw, then Bubble his shit and BITE HIM.
>>29713621Lets do this
>>29713685I don't think we're allowed to use all our moves simultaneously. Vulpix is probably only going to last one turn no matter what, besides.
>>29713685There's a very big "if" in there, which is "if" Vulpix survives a single turn.>>29713600Changing vote to Baby Doll Eyes lead.
Whoa whoa whoa, I just noticed, our Vulpix has Drought? That's pretty damn fortunate for us, but it means she won't synergize that well with our Wartortle.
Beware the Bodybuilder Vulpix>>29713614>>29713621>>29713685>>29713705You already know who to pick next. You snag the ball and throw it straight. "Come on out, Vulpix!""Vulpix, Vul!" The little red fox stretches its tails as it breaks free of its ball, basking in the midday sun. In fact, is it get brighter out? The heat and light seem to start coming down stronger in the presence of the girl. Her Drought ability will make searing flames all the more unbearable in such heat. But that's not why you called her out. "Use Baby-Doll eyes."The Vulpix tilts her head, mewling at her opponent. Hitmonlee is briefly stunned as the fox's sclera glow a bright pink shade, and his own briefly shift to the same color. Jet shakes his head, back in form, but the move has done its toll. He's been weakened, and you can see his legs shaking. Daria groans in frustration, but in contrast she's smiling. "Too good, too good!" she squeals. "But we're not through; Jet, use Rock Slide again!"You swipe your hand and yell, "Dodge it!" Hitmonlee cracks down on the pavement again, delivering a fresh load of ammunition. "LEELEELEELEE!" It starts up the barrage at machinegun pace, but your little fox is on top of things. She hops from side to side, forward and back, moving every way she can to avoid the oncoming fire. Finally, a rock shatters just to the right of her, and on reflex she leaps up and to her left.Jet's eyes narrow; he's got her. One swift kick, and a rock digs into Vulpix's belly. She yelps in pain and flies backward into your arms. You hear Remy call, "Vulpix is no longer able to battle!""Good girl," you whisper, pressing the Pokeball against her forehead. She whimpers in apology as the red light sucks her back in. You're down to a single Pokemon now."It was super effective," the blond boy observes. His awestruck eyes follow the Hitmonlee's every move.
>>29714179Send in squirtle and use withdraw
>>29714179"Unfortunately so," says the man with the sword. He strokes the tuft of hair on his chin, deviously grinning. "Hitmonlee is far stronger than any of young Bright's Pokemon. But that last move of Vulpix's may have turned it around.""What, you mean that pink eye thing?" the boy asks. "I've never seen anything like it.""It's a fairy-type move." The one to answer him, of all people, is the blue haired girl. The others glance at her curiously. It's the first time she's spoken to any of them. "It lowers the enemy Pokemon's attack strength. Hitmonlee might be too weak to finish off Luke's last Pokemon now.""Oooooh, that so?" Remy leans forward towards the fight, now looking intrigued. "Well let's see what happens then! I don't think I've ever seen Miss MMA in such dire straits before!"The others are chatting, but you've shut them all out. You sweat beneath the blistering sun as you pluck your last Pokeball...>1.) Send out Squirtle. Finish this.
>>29714179If Wartortle can Withdraw before getting hit he should do that, otherwise our action doesn't really matter. If Daria pussies out and uses a Hyper Potion or something we're pretty much screwed.
>>29714234>>1.) Send out Squirtle. Finish this.
>>29714234Squirtle to use Bubble. Bite won't do much damage, Tail Whip is pointless, Withdraw will only help if we can move first, and I want to make sure there's not a rounding error to screw us over.
>>29714234>1.) Send out Squirtle. Finish this.
>>29714230>>29714236>>29714256"Just a little bit more. Go, Squirtle!"You throw your Pokeball into the street, and it opens to reveal the first Pokemon you ever received. Squirtle mimics the Hitmonlee's three point landing, cocky and smirking at the bigger Pokemon. Jet doesn't react, only glaring at its enemy while its ever-weakening legs try to keep him standing. Squirtle stands up and turns to you; with a wave of his hands he demands something from you. Sighing, you toss him his sunglasses from your pack. He's been dramatic every since the day you started your journey. Squirtle spins the shades with flourish and pep, slapping them onto his face with all the style the little blue turtle can muster."Squirtle, Squirtle!" he yells, fist raised. He points at Jet and begins to yell in his own manner. "Squirtle, Squir-Squirtle, Squirtle Squirt! Squiiiiirtle." He grins his teeth as he makes the last threatening "Squirtle" sound. You can't understand your Pokemon, but from his personality you guess that he's telling Jet he'll pay for hurting his comrades.Jet crouches, prepared for the final round. Squirtle does the same, awaiting an order from his trainer. You and Daria tense up, waiting to see who will go first. She's sweating too, eyes shrunken to dots as she heavily pants.The street is silent."Jump Kick!""Withdraw!""Hitmon-LEE!" Jet's legs uncoil and he leaps into the air, coming down from above."Squirtle!" Squirtle leaps as well, retracting into his shell to minimize the oncoming damage. The Pokemon collide in the air.
>>29714965"LLLLL-EE!" Jet's leg is unstoppable as it propels downward, and Squirtle's shell smashes into the street, leaving it in a small crater. When the Hitmonlee gets back to the earth, he falls down on one knee instantaneously; he no longer has the strength to stand.You and the others watch Squirtle's shell, waiting for movement. You're shivering. Was that attack too strong for Squirtle to weather.Five seconds pass.Ten.Fifteen.Nothing. Squirtle is motionless. Remy calls, "Squirtle is no longer able to battle! The winner is...""L-Lee!" Your opponent's Pokemon grips its chest, eyes wide and pained."Jet, what's wrong?" Daria calls. Her fighter doesn't answer. After a brief shudder, it falls flat on its face. Gastly's curse has run its course, and Jet is down for the count.Remy hesitates, unsure of what to call now. "A-and Hitmonlee is also unable to battle?! The winner... I don't know who the winner is!" His hands slap the sides of his head, squeezing his skull as he watches the upset unfold.Battle over!Gastly, Vulpix, and Squirtle each gained 200 exp!The others all gasp and exclaim surprise. Even Daria's grin fades as she pulls out her Pokeball, calling back her combatant the same as you do yours. She bows her head as she approaches you. "Man," she says, wiping the sweat from her brow. "I, uh... I didn't really expect that to happen."She extends her hand. You look up and see that she looks happier than ever. "Seriously, great job! My blood's pumping so hard I think my heart's about to burst!">1.) Congratulations to you, too.>2.) Honestly, my Pokemon fainted first. You won this one.>3.) So... which one of us won my challenge?>4.) Where did you find a Hitmonlee that strong?>5.) Something else.In an effort to avoid grinding, Pokemon will gain Exp. from battles even if they lose, just not as much as if they had won.
>>29715007>>2.) Honestly, my Pokemon fainted first. You won this one.
>>29715007>2.) Honestly, my Pokemon fainted first. You won this one.I guess there's some battles you just can't win.
>>29715007>1.) Congratulations to you, too.
>>29715007>1.) Congratulations to you, too.And just a heads up: unless you want this quest to drag on for eternity, you're probably going to want the Pokemon to level up several times each fight.
>>29715007>>1.) Congratulations to you, too.
>>29715007Could we have won this fight? We played it perfectly.
>>29715184Yep. Hitmonlee crit Squirtle. He survived the normal damage in a test battle I ran earlier. Gastly also missed with her Hypnosis. It was partly bad luck, partly a tough opponent.You take her hand, but weakly. "Honestly, my Pokemon fainted first," you tell Daria. "You won this one."She snorts, and dismisses the thought. "Ya still need to lighten up, Luke, you take things too seriously. Don't be such a gloomy-Goomy. Who cares about who won or lost; so long as the fight's good, that doesn't matter! I guess the odds were kinda stacked against you, but you played that fight smart. So why don't we call it a draw?You apologize to my brother next time you see him, and I'll call us square."She lets go of your hand and turns around, walking off as she waves at you. "Welp, I've gotta go have a 'chat' with Dick about taking things that don't belong to him. Smell ya later, Luke! And good luck at the tournament!" She breaks off into a sprint and ducks around a corner.What a talkative girl, you think. Your fingers trace your Pokeballs nervously. You'll need to get them rested up before the tournament tomorrow, and you still need to get more training in if you're going to stand a chance in this competition. You can see that the patrons of the Sleeping Sunkern are still standing there. You could get to know them a little better before you go, you suppose. And maybe they'd even know where to find a Pokemon Center.>1.) Introduce yourself to one of the patrons.>2.) Ask Remy about where to find a Pokemon Center.
>>29715892>>2.) Ask Remy about where to find a Pokemon Center.
>>29715892>1.) Introduce yourself to one of the patrons.The old guy probably knows some stuff.
>>29715892>> 2.) Ask Remy about where to find a Pokemon Center.
>>29715892>2.) Ask Remy about where to find a Pokemon Center.
Rolled 7, 19, 17, 13, 7, 20 = 83>>29715892>>2.) Ask Remy about where to find a Pokemon Center.
>>29715892>Ask about pokecenter>Tell the patrons you'll be right back and, to the sword dude, that you'd like to talk to him later. >Wink at Miss Blue Hair
>>29715892>1.) Introduce yourself to one of the patrons.
>>29715911>>29715977>>29715992>>29716020You approach the group and get the attention of the redhead. "Hey, Remy?""What can I do ya for, little man? By the way, heck of a battle. Usually Daria just stomps things into the dust. You did better than you realize.""Uh, thanks, but I just wanted to know where I could find a Pokemon Center? I need to get my team rested up.""Whaaaat, is that all ya need?!" He says in a voice a few decibels too high. "Don't you sweat that, fella. We get trainers in at the Sleeping Sunkern all the time, so we went ahead and bought our PRD--that's Pokemon Resuscitation Device--right here at the inn! I mean, it's a SilphCo model, but functionally they're just as good as FaeCorp's. If you wanna use it, it'll only cost two hundred--""It's free!" Comes a cry from the door, the old woman leaning out and glaring at Remy. The swindler slumps over."...Yeah, it's free.">1.) Use the Inn's PRD>2.) You'd really rather go to a Pokemon Center.
>>29716706>>1.) Use the Inn's PRD
>>29716706>Use the Inn's. >Talk to sword dude (Subject: The fight)>Talk to shy girl (Thank her for the encouragement)
>>29716706>Use the inn It's right there, it's fine.
>>29716706>>1.) Use the Inn's PRDAnd what the fuck? How did I miss so much of this thread?
>>29716706>1.) Use the Inn's PRDI kinda like Remy.
>>29716726>>29716803>>29716816>>29716890>>29716891"That sounds great, then."Remy appears to be a little sullen as he waves you back into the inn. With nothing keeping them outside the congregation you gathered comes along with you. As you head up the steps to the front door you pass by Simon, who's sleeping by the door with his head nestled into Max's fur. His loud snoring assails your eardrums as the kindly old lady directs you to the plain door at the other side of the lobby. "Battle Room's right downstairs, dearie. And remember, don't trust a world this no-good troublemaker has to say about money.""Just trying to keep us in the black, Gramgram. Kinda hard to do that with you lettin' every customer that walks in rob us blind.""Oh, don't you start now you little--you'd still be on the street if I hadn't taken you in, so don't you talk to me about smart spending!"The two lean into each other bellowing insults and snarky retorts. It is a vicious duel, and both sides are dealt grievous blows. A hand taps you on the shoulder. It is the older man with the sword. "They're going to be a while. Follow me."He opens the door and leads you down a long staircase. "That was quite the display out there, Mr. Bright.""You think so, Mr...?""Oh, pardon me, I haven't introduced myself." He swirls around and bows down to you--as he continues to walk backwards down the steps. "My name is Eindol Benjamin. A pleasure, truly.""It wasn't really that impressive," you tell Eindol. "A single Pokemon took out all three of mine." He grins at you and wags a finger against that negative attitude."Through an overapplication of force and an overabundance of training, perhaps. And remember--she herself declared it a draw. You on the other hand used smart tactics and cooperation between your Pokemon to defeat a foe stronger than any one of your own. That's commendable, Luke. And if you keep it up you'll beat her one day. Fair and square."
>>29717535He smiles, looking dignified and pleasant as you hit the last step. "Here we are."You find the pair of you in a large, wide room with a high ceiling. This place alone may be larger than the inn. It is a plain square room with sky blue walls and a white line running across the middle. The floor in the center is paved, pale stone and done up with the chalk markings of a Pokemon Arena. It really is a Battle Room, almost a replica of the kind you used to see above Pokemon Centers. But it's larger; on the far side of the room there is a segment with a blue metallic floor, and against the wall is a machine of the sort you see in Centers. A PRD. Eindol beckons you closer to it and asks for your Pokeballs. You hand them to him and he sets each in a pocket on top of the device. He presses a few buttons on its side, and you see it glow bright blue, working its magic. There are a few benches beside the machine, and Mr. Benjamin invites you to sit with him and wait.But before you sit, you see movement over by the stairs. Someone's followed you down, it seems: the blue-haired girl is standing awkwardly by the wall, holding her hands in front of her as she tries to avoid making eye contact.>1.) Sit with Eindol.>2.) Invite the girl over to sit with you both.>3.) Tell Eindol you'll be right back and approach the girl.>4.) Do something else.
>>29717575>>1.) Sit with Eindol.Ask him who he is exactly.
>>29717575>>1.) Sit with Eindol.>>2.) Invite the girl over to sit with you both.
>>29717575>>3.) Tell Eindol you'll be right back and approach the girl.
>>29717575>2.) Invite the girl over to sit with you both.
>>29717575>>1.) Sit with Eindol.Do NOT invite the girl to sit with us
>>29717575>2.) Invite the girl over to sit with you both.>1.) Sit with Eindol.Be gentle about it. Thank her for her encouragment.
>>29717575>1.) Sit with Eindol.>2.) Invite the girl over to sit with you both.
I can see where this is going
>>29717631Going with this plus >>29717645>Thank her for her encouragment.
>>29717575>>2.) Invite the girl over to sit with you both.
>>29717575>>1.) Sit with Eindol.
>>29717628>>29717645>>29717658>>29717668"One second," you tell the swordsman. You take a few steps closer to the girl and wave at her. She glances at you, but rapidly decides to examine the ceiling instead. "Hey, you don't have the stand over by yourself. Would you like to sit with us?"You see her gulp. She can't just ignore you if you speak directly to her. She creaks her head down to see you, and stretches her face. Her eyebrows shoot up nervously and she bares her teeth. You... think it's supposed to be a smile. "U-uh, that sounds... okay."She takes a few jittery steps towards you, then breaks into a trot until she catches up to you. She skids to a halt, and walks with you back to the benches. You sit left of Eindol, and she left of you. Both of the strangers look over at you, now in the middle. Unsure of where to begin, you try to ease the three of you into conversation."So, Mr. Benjamin?" you ask. "Who exactly are you?""Ah, uh, WHO, you say?" he questions, scratching his temple with one finger. "Well, it's not really anyone special. I'm an aristocrat, you could say, and something of an aspiring Pokemon Trainer. I come from Lilycove City, back in the Hoenn region. My family owns much of the town's real estate, you see, so most of us stay there to manage it. I wasn't quite so content, and I left in my youth on my Pokemon Journey.""Um... why do you have that sword?" The girl asks that one."This thing?" he says. "Oh, this old antique isn't much." He unsheathes it and shows you its beautiful blade. A bluish-white steel sharpened to the most exquisite edge. He swings it a few times, and you hear it slice the air. "It's a family heirloom, you see. An ancestor of mine was a mercenary that fought in the War in Kalos. Legend says he forged this sword from the remains of a legendary Pokemon; it's been passed down my bloodline ever since.""Do you ever fight anyone with it?"
>>29718090He shakes his head. "Ah, no! That would be highly unsporting; not to mention murder. It's mostly just for sentimental value. I'm not even particularly good with it!" He puts it back in its scabbard and leans forward to see the girl to your left. "And what of you, young lady? Have you a name?"The girl tenses up, and she seems to be squirming under your gaze.>1.) Yeah, what's your name?>2.) You don't have to tell us if you don't want to.>3.) Change the topic to something she might be more comfortable with.>4.) Say nothing.
>>29718126>>4.) Say nothing.Since outright leaving is out of the question.
>>29718126>>2.) You don't have to tell us if you don't want to.
>>29718126>>3.) Change the topic to something she might be more comfortable with.
>>29718126>2.) You don't have to tell us if you don't want to."But it's just a name. Nothing to worry about."
>>29718154>>29718161>>29718174"You don't have to tell us if you don't want to. It's just a name, nothing to worry about."The girl smiles a little. She seems to appreciate that. "Thank you.""And thank you for the encouragement earlier," you add.Whoops. She's blushing again. "Y-you heard that?!"Eindol suppresses a giggle to your right, trying to make sure the girl doesn't see and get flustered even further. "But," he adds, "we DO need to call you something, right? Is there anything you'd be comfortable with?"Her lips twist around her face in thought a moment. "Mote. If that's all right." She looks at you with a tense expression, like she expects some kind of outburst.>1.) Pick a better name.>2.) Okay, Mote.>3.) Why Mote?>4.) Something else. To this guy >>29718143 you can write in any other ideas you have. They just have to win the most votes.
>>29718126>3.) Change the topic to something she might be more comfortable with.
>>29718475>>2.) Okay, Mote.>Introduce Pokemons!
>>29718475>>2.) Okay, Mote.Ask Eindol if he owns any Pokemon or ever went on journey
>>29718475>2.) Okay, Mote.>3.) Why Mote?
>>29718475What a mote?
>>29718475>3.) Why Mote?
>>29718599>Watamote
>>29718599The door is that way >>>29718514>>29718518>>29718520>>29718606"All right," you tell her. "Mote it is. Is there a reason you picked that?"She tilts her head."It IS an unusual name," you add."I just think it fits me, is all." She runs a hand down through her hair, tying up the end around her fingers. She avoids any more eye contact with you.A ding on the PRD tells you that your Pokemon have been fully healed. You step up to pick their balls up, but they break open on their own. Three streams of light spit out your companions, who immediately rush you in a dogpile. You hit the ground laughing as Vulpix and Gastly lick your face, while Squirtle stands over you in a triumphant pose. "Squirtle Squirt!" His shades help him cut as imposing a figure as a tiny turtle can."Your friends certainly don't seem to think you lost," Eindol jokes."Do you have any Pokemon of your own, Eindol?" you ask between fits of giggles. He smiles warmly, watching you play."I have a few, actually. I'll be competing in the Main Division in the tournament tomorrow. Perhaps we could cheer each other on?"That reminds you that you still need to register if you're going to be competing in the tournament. You should probably get that handled sooner or later. But your Pokemon seem to be enjoying themselves, Squirtle boasting in his way to the swordsman, while Gastly and Vulpix hang around closer to Mote.>1.) Go to register at the tournament.>2.) Ask Mote if she's going to be competing.>3.) Ask Eindol if he knows how PRDs work.>4.) Do something else.
>>29718980>>1.) Go to register at the tournament.>3.) Ask Eindol if he knows how PRDs work.Ask Eindol if he'll walk with you to the registration.
>>29718980>1.) Go to register at the tournament.
>>29718980>>1.) Go to register at the tournament.>>2.) Ask Mote if she's going to be competing.>>3.) Ask Eindol if he knows how PRDs work.
>>29718980>2.) Ask Mote if she's going to be competing.Let's find out more about our socially awkward friend here.
>>29718980>>1.) Go to register at the tournament.
>>29718980There is no door silly>>1.) Go to register at the tournament.
>>29718980>>3.) Ask Eindol if he knows how PRDs work.
When are we going to go on a grindan adventure?
>>29719023>>29719032>>29719084>>29719097It's been interesting hanging out with these two for a moment, but you don't have any more time to goof around. The tournament is the whole reason you came all the way to Johto, and you need to sign up or there won't have been any point. You say your goodbyes to Eindol and Mote, taking your Pokemon with you as you head upstairs. The sweet old woman is the only one in the lobby as you pass by. You tell her where you're going when she asks."Good luck, then," she tells you. "I'll be going out shopping in just a moment, so I likely won't be here when you get back. But Kia's gonna have lunch whipped up soon, so be sure to grab some when you come back. And don't let my grandson charge you for it either!"With an affirmation that you won't, you're out the door and into the street, passing by the ever-restful Simon. He certainly looked like he needed sleep. Goldenrod City lies before you, along with infinite opportunity.You set out, and...>1.) Your trip to the Goldenrod Stadium goes by uneventfully.>2.) Your thoughts wander to Richard, and whether Daria's tracked him down. (Play as Richard.)
>>29719574>2.) Your thoughts wander to Richard, and whether Daria's tracked him down. (Play as Richard.)
>>29719574>>1.) Your trip to the Goldenrod Stadium goes by uneventfully.
>>29719574>>1.) Your trip to the Goldenrod Stadium goes by uneventfully.Changed my vote
>>29719574>>2.) Your thoughts wander to Richard, and whether Daria's tracked him down. (Play as Richard.)
>>29719665>>29719698You weren't prepared for this.The stadium is larger than you could have imagined; a tremendous yellow dome on the northern side of the city that you swear could hold every person in Goldenrod inside. Swarms of people and Pokemon alike are moving in and out of the colossal structure, where registrations for the Charity Tournament are taking place. The entrance fee is only a scant 500 Pokedollars. Even you can afford that. You dive into the fray, elbowing through dozens of trainers to reach the door. Sliding glass doors retract and let you through, into a colossal room. The high ceiling is the roosting place of dozens of Flying Pokemon, and multiple thick pillars drop down to the floor, actually supercomputers used to store the data for all the tourney entrants. Behind a circular desk surrounding every pillar is a tournament official, accepting applicants and placing them in their respective Divisions. The Junior Division is off to your right, and lucky you, the line is short. Breaking off from the bigger clusters, you slip into line. The system seems to be running smoothly, and you don't imagine you'll be waiting long before you finally register."Oh, no. Of course YOU'D be here too."A familiar voice sets you off. Richard is standing behind you in line. But rather than his usual angry self, he seems kind of on-edge, glancing over his shoulder and trying to keep a lower profile. >1.) Good to see you too, Richard...>2.) Something got you on edge, Rich?>3.) Big Sis after ya, Dick?>4.) This is for earlier. (Hit him.)>5.) I thought you'd have registered by now.>6.) This place is crowded. You think we stand a chance?>7.) Something else.
>>29720081"Richard, I told you I'd be here. Let's just bury this damn hatchet and not make a scene. Again."
>>29720081>2.) Something got you on edge, Rich?
>>29720081>3.) Big Sis after ya, Dick?
>>29720081>>2.) Something got you on edge, Rich?After we get registered. How about we have a battle in a nice secluded forest. Buff up our 'mons
>>29720081>The entrance fee is only a scant 500 Pokedollars.Nigga that is ALL OF OUR MONEYHave we paid for our room yet? Because we won't have any cash left to do it.Anyways, >3) Big Sis after ya, Dick?
>>29720081>>2.) Something got you on edge, Rich?You really want a surprise kick to the balls if Daria's around?No, don't answer that, of course you do.
>>29720081>>3.) Big Sis after ya, Dick?
>>29720250The 500 is how much you have as spending money. You've already set some aside for your expenses.>>29720123>>29720250>>29720590You're feeling a little smarmy, and you can already guess what's got your rival so upset. "Big Sis after ya, Dick?"That characteristic eye twitch of his comes back with a vengeance. He begins to howl, "My NAME IS RI--" But uncharacteristically, he stops himself mid-rage and slaps a hand over his mouth. He looks around in a tense frenzy, looking to see if anyone's taken notice of him. He's the last one in line, so he's right out in the open. He only lets himself exhale when no one comes running for him. His knees bend in exhaustion, and he grabs both your shoulders, shaking you. "Do you have any--ANY--idea of what kind of nightmare I've been going through? I was in my hotel room, minding my own business, ready to come down here and register. But then my psycho sister breaks in through the wall. Not the door. Let me repeat that for you: Breaks. Through. The. Wall. And she starts screaming at the top of her lungs about 'disgracing our family' or something!" He leans closer, and you can see just how disheveled he looks now."She threw a Graveler at me, Luke! An actual Graveler! I had to fly out the window on Pidgeotto and hide on top of the radio tower for half an hour. I only just got here when I thought it was safe. She's probably still in my room... just waiting for me." He starts chewing on his thumb, nervously rocking on his feet. It never really clicked before that since they're siblings, Daria probably beat on Richard a whole lot more than you growing up. Even you can't find it in yourself to wish that kind of suffering on somebody. Even Dick.
>>29720618"So look," he says, advancing with you as the line shortens. "I'm sorry about taking your Gastly. Honest, I am! And I'm still serious about wrecking you in this tournament. But I'm kind of freaking out, so I'd appreciate if we didn't do this right now!">1.) Fine, I'll drop it.>2.) You screwed up, Dick. Blame karma for paying for it, not me.>3.) I was heading out of Goldenrod to train later anyway. Want to come with to get some training in before the tourney tomorrow?>4.) Something else.
>>29720647>>3.) I was heading out of Goldenrod to train later anyway. Want to come with to get some training in before the tourney tomorrow?THIS THIS THISBUFF MASTER FLEX HERE WE COME
>>29720647>>1.) Fine, I'll drop it....For now.>3.) I was heading out of Goldenrod to train later anyway. Want to come with to get some training in before the tourney tomorrow?
>>29720647>>29720618"It's cool, man. I didn't mean for her to... be like that. So. Regardless of the tournament - let's travel together from now on. Train together. How's it sound? Together we could totally kick her ass."
>>29720647>4.) I'm so- so- sorrrrry.Grind that out between your teeth. We may be allergic to apologies, but we always keep our word, especially if a psycho is after us.
>>29720647>>2.) You screwed up, Dick. Blame karma for paying for it, not me.>3.) I was heading out of Goldenrod to train later anyway. Want to come with to get some training in before the tourney tomorrow?Just because you're a general piece of shit, doesn't mean I can't use you for training. Let's go.
>>29720647Well I promised your sister I would say sorry, so "sorry" but don't come to me looking for help, she is your problem.
>>29720697This.
>>29720647>3.) I was heading out of Goldenrod to train later anyway. Want to come with to get some training in before the tourney tomorrow?
>>29720671>>29720665>>29720727>>29720809Plus, we get to taunt him the entire way. It'll be great.
>>29720665>>29720671>>29720697>>29720797>>29720799>>29720809"Look, it's fine. We'll just drop it for now..." You grit your teeth, because now you're at the hard part. "Also..."Richard gawks at you, trying to get a better angle to see the odd face you're making. "Dude, why's your face all scrunched up like that?""S-s-s...""S-s-what?" he asks. You see the faintest smile tugging at his lips. That jerk's enjoying this! "S-s-Sandlash? S-s-sitrus berry? Those would be pretty stupid things to say, Luke. Maybe you're trying to say..?""SORRY! Okay?! Sorry. And don't ask to hear it again; your crazy sister would've killed me if I didn't, is all.""Hey, don't worry about it, Luke. No need." He holds up his wrist and shows you his Pokegear. "I recorded it for posterity."He presses a button, and the choppy sound of your voice plays over and over again. "SORRY! SORRY! SORRY!" You feel your face turning beet red in anger as he laughs. "Oh man, I'm gonna get mileage out of this one."You sneer and turn away from him, stepping forward in line. "Fine then. I was gonna say we should go and get practice in after we register here, but if you're going to keep being a Dick maybe I shouldn't.""Fine. Fine, whatever, let's do it," he consents. "But can you try to be at least mildly pleasant in the meantime? I almost got arrested for theft; I don't want murder on my rap sheet too.">1.) Fine. Truce. But you have to do the same.>2.) Fine, but if Daria shows up I'm abandoning you.>3.) I make no promises, Dick.>4.) Say something else.
>>29721004>>3.) I make no promises, Dick.
>>29721004"And change our wonderful chemistry? I wouldn't dream of it."
>>29721004>1.) Fine. Truce. But you have to do the same.
>>29721004>3.) I make no promises, Dick.Hostile rival is best rival.
>>29721004"What? Are you afraid of a little rivalry? Dick?"
>>29721004>non-Pokemon Pokemon quest>non-Yuri Pokemon questFOLLOWING LIKE THE FIST OF THE NORTH STAR.>3.) I make no promises, Dick.So, uh, what's going on? I've only read this thread. Can I get a tl;dr?
>>29721186About the only thing of consequence that happened last thread was that Dick there accidentally stole our ghastly.
>>29721212All right, I dig it. What levels of grimderp do there appear to be?
>>29721004Tell him that if he tries to murder us, not even his sister will save his punk ass.
>>29721217Jack shit. The pokemon have the cartoon cries, for chrissake. This shit be bright as fuck.
>>29721237Sweet, thanks for answering my questions, Anon. Have a lion.
>>29721237I kinda want pokedeath. I mean not metric tons of it, but some.
>>29721037>>29721054>>29721083>>29721133You grin. "What? And ruin our wonderful chemistry? I wouldn't dream of it, Dick."Richard's eyes narrow at you. "Sometimes I think I just shouldn't roll with one of Daria's punches, and just let it kill me.""Is that a yes, then?" He doesn't say anything more to you, shoving his hands in his pockets and keeping his eyes straight forward toward the registration desk. It's a yes. The last man between you and registration finally breaks off from the line, leaving you free to step forward. A lady with bright green hair and lipstick is manning the computers, and smiles at you."Good afternoon! Are you here to sign up for the Junior Division?""I am," you say, and hand her your Trainer Card. She picks it from your hand and lays it down on a glass square, where several red lights scan across it to pick up all the details. "All right, let's get you punched in... Luke Bright, Pewter City, 1 Gym Badge... Okay! Got you all signed in, Mr. Bright." She hands you your trainer card, and you step aside as she goes through the same process for Richard."You know, you two are really lucky," she mentions. "We got the call just a few minutes ago to cease registrations. You're the last two to enter the Junior Division!""That's strange," Richard remarks. "Registration's open until 3:00, isn't it?"The lady at the desk shrugs at you both. "Supposed to be, but they told us to stop early this year. Order came down from the top, so there's not much we can do about it from here. But at least you're in time to see the brackets form."
>>29721382No you don't.
>>29721406You ask her what that means, and she points you up to see the big television screen attached to her pillar. Dozens of silhouetted trainer photos--no, hundreds--are being arranged into tournament brackets. The Junior Tournament, from the looks of it, is being split into eight preliminary blocks. Once the contestants are pared down, you assume the remainder will be put into the real Division. The shuffling images begin to slow, and fade into full-colored pictures. "Attention, Trainers!" the intercom buzzes. "Please direct your attention to the screens, where the Junior Division Preliminary Blocks are now being displayed!"You spot Richard in Block A. You don't recognize his opponent, a foreign-looking kid with dreadlocks. He scoffs at the competition. "I'll trounce him."But where are you?.. Richard hits you with his elbow and points to Block D, where you see your picture on display. The thought's kind of overwhelming. This is really happening! You're in!But... the picture of that trainer across from yours. A small-faced girl about your age, with long blue hair. You start in surprise."Mote?!"----And that's where I'll be cutting things off for tonight. Thanks to all of you for playing, and I hope you've enjoyed things so far. I don't have a Twitter set up yet, so feel free to leave any comments-positive or negative-here in the thread.>>29721217Since I'm QMing it I'm not sure if I can comment, but I will say that even at this Quest's darkest, I expect it will at least remain brighter than AoPH. That doesn't mean I plan eternal sunshine though.
>>29721418i said i did and i do.
>>29721423Ho-hum. All right. When's the next thread, matey?
>>29721432Nah dude, you don't.
I would like a twitter. I missed a good deal of the thread before I found it. I like to be in since the beginning so I can vote against stupid shit.Glad none happened this time but I like to try to intervene when I can. Like with the Mote shit.
>>29721443Can't say for certain; if I'm lucky then this weekend. If I'm not then no earlier than next Monday.
>>29721477I'll have one up by tomorrow, as I think I'll have managed to stop being lazy by then. If the thread still exists I'll put it here; if not, then it will be in the next thread.
>>29712539>>29712567I suddenly feel almost sorry for Richard.
>>29721477>>29721508Twitter's made. https://twitter.com/MisterOberon>>29724606One of these days I'm going to have to look up who Luke Bright is, aren't I?
>>29726808Luke Bright is no one that I'm familiar with, but Luca Blight is one of the primary villains of Suikoden II, and one of the single most durable bosses in RPG history. It takes five separate fights in a row to bring him down - you dogpile him with an army (he wins), then with eighteen player characters in three squads of six, then you shoot him with a bunch of arrows before finally dueling him with the main character and he can still kick your ass at that point if you screw up.He was also not a very pleasant man.
>>29727763>He was also not a very pleasant man.What an euphemism.
