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Post by MorriganFearn on Jul 25, 2007 22:28:32 GMT -5
Carra Wayseid walked through early morning fog that rolled off the sea, soaking everything on the dock It wasn't really big enough to be called a harbor, and she was pretty certain that the sticky out path of planks the boat had pulled up at was called a pier.
She sighed. Not that she missed the cramped quarters on the Sea Spearow, but everything seemed so small, and yet at the same time so over whelming, here. She missed Saffron and it's constant activity. The coastal village looked sleepy. The only people in sight were the men doing sea-manly stuff.
The crooked path up to the lab was thankfully well marked. Carra could have sworn that she received covert glances from those that watched her trudge toward the building. Perhaps not many women had the same stubbly hair that she sported. Or it could have been her total lack of a sweatshirt, and her obvious chill in the morning air. Only a foreigner would be as stupid as she was being, Carra thought.
Once outside the lab door she carefully read the sign. Her chemistry teacher had hammered in the fact that they should always read all directions by giving them some very nasty tests that had entire sections where the directions told you not to write anything. She wasn't very enthusiastic about any of them -- especially the bug. Who would want to start off with a bug?
But how to choose? She wasn't certain of any of them. Closing her eyes she picked with an "eeny-meeny-miney-mo" song. Her finger came to rest on the top slot, shellder. Well, Carra thought, she could do worse than a shellder. It sort of looked lioke her too. Stuck in a shell, and sticking its tongue out at the world. Maybe it was an omen.
She knocked on the door, her starter choice firmly in mind.
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Post by Nyaa-Neko on Jul 26, 2007 2:03:50 GMT -5
((Random number generator got you 372, so bagon is added to the list. Wow...XD))
Agatha Kauri yawned, walking around the outside of her shack, looking for that darn dragon that kept running away from her. The little bagon rarely got along with her - the feeling reciprocated by the young woman as well. She really hated how some of her colleagues (or, at least, people who also gave out starters...Kauri hadn't done much yet to be a true peer of those intellectual minds) liked to dump random, hard-to-handle Pokemon with her when the didn't want to give them out.
Recently, more and more of the small, privately-run regions had been taking dragons off their starter lists. She was lucky to land herself with a couple of them...not.
Now she knew why the others decided it was a stupid idea to give them to fangirling ten-year-old trainers. They were really too much of a handful - especially the rarer ones (like the bagon she was trying to find). Luckily, most of what she got were dratini, which were a lot easier to handle (not to mention lighter, and easier to pick up). She also got, every now and then, a swablu or horsea, but since those weren't true dragons yet, they were fine. Unfortunately, this bagon also found her way into Kauri's care. And it was not fun.
"Oi, dragon?" Kauri called, rubbing her dark brown eyes. She hated how the Pokemon she had with her all woke up at different times. Once she tracked down the bagon, she'd have to go feed the geodude, then move the sunkern into the sunniest spot (which wasn't saying much - there really weren't any sunny spots).
She shivered, crossing her arms. In her rush to find the dragon, all she'd thrown on for outerwear was an old sweatshirt. It had some nice memories associated with it, as it was from her college (grey, with the red emblem on the front), but it wasn't very warm in the fog. Not to mention her jeans, which were doing more to soak up the mist in the air than repel it. Sometimes she very much disliked the region of Miteinjan. Kauri even went so far as to wonder if the fliers the Miteinjan Tourism Committee had spread around various foreign regions had done enough to tone down all the bad things about it - such as the failing economy (that was why they needed the trainers), the fact that most people and Pokemon were imported, the annoying rainforest climate, and isolation by the ocean.
Finally, she came across two figures through the fog. One, much taller than the other, was standing near the door to her house. The shorter one stood behind her, a bit more out of site. Kauri vaguely wondered if it was the taller one's little sibling, or something.
Then she paused. No...
"YOU!" She shrieked, pointing at the trainer-to-be. "GRAB THAT BAGON!"
The bagon blinked, freezing at the sound of the loud voice.
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Post by MorriganFearn on Jul 26, 2007 6:01:24 GMT -5
"Wha--?" Carra looked down at the stilled reptile, as amazed as it was.
It looked like a small t-rex, and was probably only as tall as her knee, if that. The most amazing thing was that she was so close to it that if the Professor hadn't yelled, she might have tripped over the blue creature. She'd never been that close to a wild pokemon before. The fog eddied, and the spell that held Carra spell bound for one moment broke, as she realized that the reptile might get away if she waited any longer. The thick jaws looked tough, but Carra was certain that she was heavier than the odd dinosaur.
She lunged quickly, and wrapped her hands around the bagon's midrift, and picked it up holding it high in the air. She was certain that it would be harder for a pokemon to get away if it was high in the air.
"C'mon you -- I'm not sure what you've done, but be good, and try not to fly away," Carra chuckled slightly. The idea of such an ungainly, obviously land bred animal flying away was ridiculous, of course.
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Post by Nyaa-Neko on Jul 26, 2007 21:26:14 GMT -5
The bagon squirmed, trying to bite Carra. Finally, though, she realized she wasn't getting anywhere...and gave up, giving Carra a bit of a glare as a consolation.
Kauri caught up, panting a bit. "Hey...are you...here...t'get a Po...kemon?" She stood up, taking off her sweatshirt to cool down. Wrapping it around her waist, she exposed her spaghetti strap shirt underneath - a black one, not unlike a workout top. It also exposed a scraggly scar along her shoulder. She noticed Carra looking at it (or, at least, she thought she did - she was rather self-conscious about it), and pointed at it. "From a run-in with a garchomp when I was little. Dragons are sorta fierce, and they attack people. So I don't like 'em much."
Shrugging, she gestured towards Carra. "You here for a starter?"
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Post by MorriganFearn on Jul 26, 2007 21:48:55 GMT -5
"Er, yes, I was hoping for a shellder," Carra looked nervously up at the glaring dragon that she was holding above her head.
It did not look happy at all. And what was it, anyway? She was sure that her brother, had he been here, would have not only told her, but yelled at her for not knowing, since dragon types were so desired. She guessed that this was a dragon, since the professor had brought the comment up (Carra couldn't see any other reason). Besides the description fit.
"Er, anyway, I'm Carra Waysied, and yes, I'm here for a starting pokemon, ma'am." Adults (she was an adult now, being 18 and all) were supposed to shake hands, but she couldn't exactly do that with her hands full of bagon. Besides, it seemed like too much bother. "Er? Could we get back inside your house? This blue thing is rather heavy."
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Post by Nyaa-Neko on Jul 26, 2007 23:46:40 GMT -5
"The bagon?" Kauri asked, her tired face falling. She'd hoped the girl would take the stupid thing off her hands! Maybe...
Well...
If she sold it off, it probably would still be legal...or something.
She bit her lip. Maybe if the shellder were in a really bad mood...
"Erm, yeah, shellder. Well, come in," she mumbled, shoving open the door. Inside, the geodude glared at her between bites, and the sunkern wobbled happily in her windowsill pot. Once the girl (she was still a girl to Kauri, who viewed all new trainers younger than her as kids) walked the dragon in, she kicked it closed. Stretching and yawning, she tried - and failed - to use sign language before vocalizing her question. "Whad'ya want about the shellder?"
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Post by MorriganFearn on Jul 27, 2007 5:30:42 GMT -5
((The only reason Carra hasn't asked for the bagon is that she doesn't know the poor, gender confused pokemon, is a starter, since it isn't on the list ^^.))
Carra gratefully looked around for somewhere to place the bagon. However the little shack seemed rather cluttered. She felt silly holding the blue dragon in the the air as if it was an airplane, or something. She hoped that the geodude might let the bagon near them, but they looked grumpy. In fact, the only happy pokemon that she could see was the sunkern, and the windowsill that the terracotta pot resided upon was too small for the muscled blue legs and short, stubby tail.
Carra, briefly wondering if she was ever going to be able to put the bagon down -- or walk around for the rest of her life with it over her head -- turned back to the professor, just in time to hear the strange message.
"Huh? Why do I want the shellder? Well -- I saw them on the sign and I don't want a bug particularly. Or a plant. And the geodude don't look all that friendly, now that I've seen them. So I guess it'll be the shellder."
She looked around vaguely, and could feel one of her stripey socks slipping.
"Um, if I put the bagon down on your table it won't disrupt any experiment you're using it for? I mean -- I realize that wild conditions are hard enough to reproduce in a lab, let alone introducing the bagon to really human substances like cornflakes."
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Post by Nyaa-Neko on Jul 27, 2007 21:08:40 GMT -5
Kauri shook her head. "Nah. It's fine. I don't have any experiments going on - not in here, at any rate - cuzza the money stuff. There's no money here, so all I get is from Nishihara. And most of that goes to paying back college loans; no, I really spend most of my time handing out Pokemon and studying the habitat. By taking notes. But hey, I'm just out of college, so I guess it's not that bad."
She pointed at the bagon. "I hate dragons. If you want her, I'd be more than happy to give her to you. You can actually catch shellder 'round here. If you go out into the ocean a bit in Beach Houses, you can sometimes dig them up. They're sorta uncommon 'round the south coast of the island, but the north coast is full of 'em. Really. Take the bagon. I will love you forever."
The bagon glared at her, growling her discontent. She then glared back at Carra, trying her best to look menacing and not pudgy and ridiculous. She then realized nobody was running in fear, and stomped her feet, crossing her arms. She felt furious! Nobody in the world was more furious than she was! How could people around here value a meowth more than a dragon? She got no respect!
"Oh, get over yourself." Kauri shot Carra a pleading look. "Pleeeeease. I hate dragons. They're stuck-up, and none of the kids ever train 'em well. You're sort of old for a kid. You seem at least somewhat smart. Please, just take her away!"
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Post by MorriganFearn on Jul 27, 2007 21:16:01 GMT -5
"Um--," Carra looked taken aback.
She had thought that a shelder would be a good match for her, since they seemed so alike. Yet -- there was a slight resemblance between the bagon and herself. A certain tendency toward pear shaped-ness. Besides, the professor obviously wanted her to. have. it. Professor Kauri's mania was almost disturbing...
"Certainly I'll take her," Carra said quickly, noting the desperation in her voice. It was a little worrying. "Um. Thank you for the advice about the shelder, I'm certain that I shall need it."
I don't know how to find pokemon on my own, after all, Carra thought. Oh well, she would learn. That was what this year was for after all. Standing on her own two feet.
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Post by Nyaa-Neko on Jul 27, 2007 21:41:02 GMT -5
"Thank you!" Kauri all but roared, causing the bagon's jaw to hang wide open. How could somebody without a trenchcoat, flowing blue hair, a perfect figure, and sunglasses not have picked her? She was waiting for her cool Matrix-like person! Not a slob!
Kauri dashed over to the bagon's Pokeball (she still hadn't moved on account of shock), and returned the dragon as quick as a thoroughbred rapidash in a horse race. "Take her, please, before a lame wannabe takes her! I don't like seeing them get dragons," she sputtered, shoving the Pokeball at Carra, along with a small metal flip-pad processor. She jabbed it with her dark finger. "By the way, that's your Pokedex, Miteinjan-style. Basically, it tells you information about your Pokemon...because I provide the chip to do so for free, thanks to Nishihara. It usually just accesses a bank account. You can get additional chips for them, like translators - I suggest you get this, as it shaves months off of learning your Pokemon's speech patterns, like me - and phones and interactive maps and such."
She nodded, feeling relieved. "Yer all done, now, kid. Any questions?"
((Statses:
Bagon Gender: female Level: 5 Nickname: you can choose...her old professor called her Ruby, though Ability: Rock Head - prevents recoil damage Attacks: Rage, Bite Personality: A bit of a stuck-up brat, who sometimes throws a temper tantrum if she doesn't get her way. She's a bit angry at the world, and wants to be the center of attention...if you leave her alone, and don't give her what she wants, she'll probably accept it. A little. She can be loyal at times, she can be grumpy at times, and she can be borderline-pleasant at times...maybe.
Teehee. ^_^))
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Post by MorriganFearn on Jul 27, 2007 22:33:53 GMT -5
"Er -- thanks -- um none that I can think of," Carra grasped the pokeball, feeling very worried.
All of this information was coming at her much too fast. She would need to study those stupid Training Guides that her brother, the ever annoying Bertie, had insisted that she take with her. A pokedex chip to translate -- the bagon seemed to have no difficulty communicating her needs on her own. Carra was certain that those large jaws would bite her if she was slow in getting food for the small t-rex. Well, if the bagon got too annoying Carra would hold the dragon above her head until the little beast grew airsick, or something.
"Well, thank you very much -- I think. Um, besides the pokedex do I get anything else?" Carra wanted to know, thinking of walkie talkies for when she fell down a crevice.
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Post by Nyaa-Neko on Jul 28, 2007 9:16:38 GMT -5
((For somebody who isn't very athletic, holding a two-foot-tall, 50 pound dinosaur above their head is quite a feat. Same goes for on the shoulder. -_-)) Kauri yawned. "Not from me. You can probably get an item or somethin' from that old lady by the entrance to Fog Path, though. If you wanna look around the town, it might not be a bad idea, especially if you like nincada. And there's that shelter with...a plusle and a kakuna, I think. There's probably other stuff you might wanna do, but I don't really remember."
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Post by MorriganFearn on Jul 28, 2007 16:59:13 GMT -5
((They're 50 lbs? o.0 I thought they were like dratini's special silly putty... Well -- I'm not Athletic, but when we had to do weight training in gym I could bench press 50 -- but couldn't do 55 or 60. Morath, go on a weight loss diet, you're not allowed to gain a single pound! And Carra would never let something with a bagon's jaws as close to here ears as putting Morath on her shoulder would do.
Oh, and this isn't the most massive post I've ever written, but it's pretty long.))
"Thank you, then," Carra said politely.
She put the pokeball in her back sack (it wasn't really a back pack, as she had torn out the zippers one rainy Sunday afternoon a few years ago, and resewn it with drawstrings instead), and picked out a gaudy pokemon magazine with the words "It's That Season Again -- Ten Tips for the New Trainer - pg. 24" emblazoned under the picture of a grinning charmander. In Carra's defense, she looked a little sheepish as she edged back out the door, having realized that she probably looked like a total novice in front of the pokemon professor.
She walked through the foggy streets, although the morning sun had burned off much of the mist since she had first grabbed the bagon outside of Professor Kuari's Lab/House. Finding some wooden steps that led up to a porch she sat down to read her magazine. She hoped the residents of the house didn't mind. She hadn't seen a bench or anything to sit down on, and she was not exactly enchanted by the idea of sitting on the ground in her denim skirt. She was thinking that there might have to be a change of typical outfit if she wanted to continue in Miteinjan.
Flipping open the magazine she began to read.
Every summer new trainers migrate to the labs in Pallet, Little Root, Sandgem, and New Bark. For our readers we post the top ten tips that the champions of the various leagues of the previous year think are the most important for new trainers. This year's champions Tiffany Little, Yuu Kibota, Titus Corisoni, and Victor Everclear have pooled their collective knowledge of the life of an aspiring pokemon trainer to come up with these ten tips for everyone -- and the anecdotes that spawned them. (For a full transcript of the interview, and decision process which happened while all four champs were locked into the Board Room of Silph Co. please turn to page 28)
Tip #1 - Always let your pokemon out of your pokeball as soon as you can "I was late to the lab, and so I got the starter no one wanted," Victor reminices, while scratching his massive typhlosion under the chin. "Well, normally cyndaquil is one of the most popular choices, because they grow up so strong. Monsoon, er, hid from the other trainers. Professor Elm and I finally found him wedged behind the pokeball cabinet. I concluded as logically as I could, that a cowardly pokemon shouldn't be out of his pokeball because he was nearly having a heart attack every time something moved. So, I only released him in order to train him against other pokemon -- er," at this Victor looks somewhat abashed, while Monsoon just smiles indolently.
"Well, I probably should have taken into consideration that this might give him a bad opinion of me -- he was constantly running away, believing, I'm certain, that I was an evil torturer. Luckily for both of us, we got caught in several natural disasters where we had to help one another. Now I don't think there is a more defiant, strong-willed pokemon in the face of danger, anywhere."
Tiffany agrees, adding: "Now I didn't have quite that problem with Lance, my bulbasaur -- I'll tell that story later -- but when I faced Lieutenant Surge I thought I should use a diglett as the only ground pokemon available. Well -- I am not particularly fond of diglett. I garden, and diglett will plow through plant routes underground while making tunnels, eat all the beneficial worms, and make there horrible ridges in your lawn because of said tunnels. I somehow got it into my head that letting my new captured diglett out of it's pokeball would destroy the nice rolling vistas of Route Eleven.
"Anyway, the first time I let it out of it's pokeball the pokemon was in the middle of a gym battle, had no idea who I was, or what was going on, and promptly scarpered. I found him stuck in a knot of pipes for the gym's underground sewage system after that battle. He has since found a home with the nice boy who helped me search under the gym."
Tip #2 - Always have a name for your pokemon Tiffany winces when we come to this tip. "Me and my mistakes again, hmm?" She leans against Lance, preferring her venasaur's massive bulk to a chair. Lance's rumbling laugh fills the room. "Okay, the name game is something that I'm not particularly good with. When I got Lance I was changing names for him every hour -- and in battle that was really confusing him. Finally my big brother told me that I should just name my pokemon after the first person I see when I catch them and thus avoid having them sit in the battle field looking at me in exasperation. No point in searching for the perfect name if I can't decide. So, Lance got to be named after Lance, and it may not be as cool as Petal Blade or Flower Power," she blushes, "I was really young at the time, all right? -- Lance likes it, and none of my other pokemon have complained."
"It could have been worse," the prickly Titus grimaces. "I have no imagination whatsoever. So I just used species names. Well, apparently Emia really didn't like not having a name of her own. Most pokemon don't, in fact. Although they do have names that they will use amongst themselves, they usually don't share these with humans, because a second name from a trainer is a mark of status," the proud female sceptile rolls her eyes behind him, and crosses her arms. "Anyway, Emia, after the first few battles without me having given her a name, refused to follow my orders in battle. Luckily she's so proud that she wouldn't let herself loose, but we didn't really get along all that well at first," at this Emia snorts. "When she finally condescended to explain the original reason for her apathy we were cold, wet, hungry, and had been lost in Meteor Falls for ten days. Now I make any pokemon I catch tell me their name, and use that," he ducks with practice as Emia moves her arm swiftly to cuff him for being "intellectually lazy."
Tip #3 - Always know your pokemon's attacks before you battle with them Yuu finally speaks up, her crinkled hair too short to hide her face. "Well, I guess I should admit that I spent the first ten months of my training running to my pokedex, calling out for moves my pokemon didn't know, and generally making a fool of myself. Oberus was very understanding -- but some of my other pokemon were less co-operative," the famous ditto trainer blushes, as her only non ditto, the infernape Oberus pats her on the shoulder.
"I had to trade away Fernala my starvia, I couldn't even raise Bertur, my shinx. Finally I had resigned myself to being a second class trainer, and resolved to work at a day care for a while to earn some more money so I could continue to travel. That was when I managed to trade Fernala for a ditto. I was so excited -- ditto were so foreign, and Oberus found me books on raising ditto. I can't believe I never thought to look before, but they contained a ton of useful advice for how to remember pokemon attacks, what TMs can be learned, how to tell if a pokemon might know an egg move -- now I can just look at a pokemon and know their moveset. Which means that I am actually winning battles now."
"Of course you are. That's why you're here," Titus points out bluntly.
Victor shoots him a dirty look, and adds to Yuu's story. "It's something a lot of new trainers forget -- although most get used to it within ten battles or so. It gets harder the more pokemon you have. I started keeping a list and reading it over by night to help me memorize what my pokemon can and can't do."
Carra breathed out, and closed her magazine. She thought that the first three tips had been enough to tell her what she needed to do right now. Quickly she brought out her pokedex. Oh man -- Professor Kuari had been correct, it was a piece of junk. Half of the words were in Japanese, and Carra hadn't done well in her Japanese class, getting mixed up by the basics of the hirigana and katakana. She had stopped taking it in eleventh grade, because unlike Johto formal schooling in Japanese wasn't required in Kanto public schools. True the words were in Romanji, rather than characters but she could only recognize a few. Enough to guess that most of the Japanese was for functions that hadn't been installed.
Probably, Carra figured while cycling through the options (there weren't many), the pokedex had been cheaply produced in one of Jenta's more traditional towns. She knew from her geography class that some regions stuck more closely to older traditions than others, and Jenta was surrounded by English influenced "little islands" while it remained semi-rooted in the Japanese culture. The chips, however, were probably Miteinjan.
Her bagon knew Rage and Bite. Rage and Bite. Carra repeated this mantra to herself until she was certain that she felt confident that she had memorized the attacks. Next step, come up with a name. The name was a status symbol, and might make the bagon feel more inclined towards trusting her. A name. The article hadn't said anything bad about using typical, everyday descriptive words, or interesting nouns as names. However, Carra felt that a real individual name was better. Something of the pokemon's very own. She played around with syllables. Something unique to the dragon. More interesting than just "Starflame" or "Sapphire" -- although the bagon looked a bit like a sapphire -- more more more -- Morath!
The name came like a shock of cold water. It seemed perfect -- well not perfect, but it seemed to fit into the bagon shaped blank in her brain easily enough. "Morath," Carra said aloud, cementing the pronunciation. She reached around and pulled the pokeball from her black pack, colored with hand sewn patches of tartan. She doubted that her aim was true enough to throw a pokeball properly, so she just pressed the release-capture button. At such close quarters the stream of white energy ended up solidifying in her lap, and Carra gave a start, because Morath was a sudden heavy weight.
"Ouuuf!" Carra exclaimed. "You've grown -- uh --," the word "heavier" died in her throat as Morath glared up at her. The bagon's jaws opened wide, and dark energy licked around the pearly fangs (why, Morath, what big teeth you have!) "Wait!" Carra yelled.
Morath shut her mouth, looking sceptically at the chubby human. The girl's expression looked weak-willed and stupid. To think, she was forced into being partners with this ugly thing. Her hair was a boring brown, and clung tightly to her scalp, and skin could be spotted underneath it. There was nothing remotely remarkable about the human, from the plain white t-shirt to the black and white striped socks she wore. Even her shoes were nondescript. This girl was not worthy to be a dragon trainer. She was the kind of trainer Morath was supposed to be beating.
"Wait," Carra repeated, breathing out. "Look, I am your trainer. I'm giving you the name Morath now. As long as you're a fighting pokemon -- my fighting pokemon -- you're Morath."
Morath just raised an eyebrow. Well. The name could have been worse. She was a little disappointed that it didn't mean anything, but still it was unique. This idea made the bagon brighten up, in fact. It was unique, and she was unique. A very good combination, Morath decided, hoping down from Carra's lap, and grunting her grudging approval. But that still didn't let the idiot trainer off the hook. If Morath found a decent trainer she would switch as a matter of pride.
Carra wasn't certain if this was a good sign or not. Maybe that translator chip would help a lot. She sighed, and rose, stowing the magazine. She knew that her parents had sent a little extra money her way to her bank account, so that was one worry defeated. And she did have three pokeballs from her brother. But perhaps she should take the professor's advice and stop at the old woman's place.
"Alright then, Morath. You're to come with me and no running off," Carra said sternly -- thinking this the right tone to take. Morath regarded her with veiled suspicion, but followed, as Carra set up off the path leading away from the detestably poor village. Morath was pleased to note this. Dragons deserved to live in grand splendor, either vastly wild, or beautifully created. Not this squalor. As if she would want to run off here. "We're supposed to see a woman who lives at the beginning of fog path. I think I see the last house up ahead. C'mon, I'm going to knock." She strode up the path and knocked on the front door.
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Post by Nyaa-Neko on Jul 30, 2007 19:15:28 GMT -5
A kindly old woman looked up, a weary smile on her face. Her nearly blind eyes tried to focus on the girl and her dragon, and her gnarly old hands twitched in her lap. She had wispy white hair, a wrinkled face, rheumy blue eyes, a mouth that didn't seem to follow her brain's orders, and she wore an old-looking, faded-cobalt blue dress with matching orthopedic shoes. The shoes were the only thing that seemed up-to-date on the shriveled woman's body.
She smiled, showing her yellowed old teeth - she was missing a few, and had a snaggletooth on the bottom. She reached inside, pulling out a slightly beaten-up dragon fang. "For...pretty..." she explained, holding it out shakily towards Morath. "Nice...girls..."
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Post by MorriganFearn on Jul 30, 2007 19:26:49 GMT -5
Morath saw the fang and her eyes lit up. She knew instantly what it was. When she got a powerful dragon attack -- oh, it would be so useful. Properly trained dragons got to use those. She yelled at Carra, who seemed non-plussed, to "take it! Take it, you stupid girl!"
Carra looked at the dirty triangular tooth. It seemed to glow oddly.
"Why thank you, ma'am," she said, possibly a little louder than normal. The woman seemed so old, she might be deaf. Morath was jumping up and down, making short hops in the air as she tried to reach the tooth. Carra had no idea what it was, but clearly Morath wanted it, so it probabally wasn't the old woman being batty. "Um, how much do I owe you?" she asked as she took the dragon fang from the old woman, and stooped down to Morath's level. Her back could still bend, luckily. She had never felt so grateful for being eighteen.
Morath snatched the fang greedily, and slipped the black thong it was on around her neck. When she learned some good attacks she would slip the fang into her gums, which would accept the incursion and heal over the fang easily enough. It would be as if it was her own tooth -- although the item could be knocked out far more easily than any of her fangs.
((Always wondered how dragon fang actually worked as an item...))
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Post by Nyaa-Neko on Jul 30, 2007 19:50:27 GMT -5
((I always thought of them all as a charm to wear...but that's a cool way of thinking about it, too. But I dunno...would a fire-type eat the charcoal, or something? XD))
The old woman smiled happily. She'd acquired all the items herself over the years - she never had gotten rid of anything in her younger days. But now she had no use for any of them, what with all her Pokemon passed on. Her way of holding back the lonely days of the last few years of her life was to give away what she had - it made her happy to know that a piece of her (she, like many locals, considered her items to have a part of her soul inside) would help all these young trainers' journeys a bit easier.
She held up a hand shakily. "No...money..." she mumbled in a drooly voice.
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Post by MorriganFearn on Jul 30, 2007 20:09:11 GMT -5
"Oh, but it's yours, and obviously really important," Carra exclaimed. The girl from Saffron City, Kanto's center of commerce, did not understand the idea of giving valuable things away.
Morath growled at Carra. She was not giving her dragon fang back to the old woman. She snapped and growled that Carra should say "thank you to the old woman, and then they could leave.
"Well," Carra glanced nerously at Morath. She couldn't guess what the bagon was trying to say exactly, but the tone was clear enough. Carra had the feeling that if she tried to remove the dragon fang now Morath would bite her. "Thanks very much. It's really too kind of you. Morath, um, say thank you."
Morath glared up at her trainer, and then crossed her stubby arms. She had just told Carra to say "thank you." She was the responsible one. She shouldn't have to say anything. However, it was the polite thing to do. She cheeped, a high piping sound that made Carra -- who had only heard growls and snarls up to this point -- start. Then she turned, and headed for the door.
Carra followed quickly. "Morath!" she called, the bagon already heading determinedly for Fog Path. "Morath, come back here. I need to check my bank account to make certain that the transfer happened properly. There is supposedly a bank over here -- come on!"
Morath stood, waiting for a moment, her foot tapping. They needed to go train, not check on bank accounts. Train! On the path. However, Carra held her ground, her eyes meeting Morath's dead on until the bagon had to look away. Morath stomped back to her trainer in bad grace, and follwed Carra away from the exit of the miserable town to the bank.
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Post by Nyaa-Neko on Jul 30, 2007 20:40:31 GMT -5
The old woman smiled after the young girl, her thoughts smooshing together around the fog both in and outside her head.
What a nice girl. She wished her well.
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Post by MorriganFearn on Jul 30, 2007 20:57:20 GMT -5
Carra walked though the fog, Morath glaring mutinously at her heels as the bagon trotted after her. She found the bank after stopping to ask someone, and now Carra was trotting up the stone steps. Coast Villiage's Bank seemed more prosperous than the rest of the village, almost indecently so. It was certainly better built.
She walked up to an open window, and placed her pokedex down on the counter. "Hello, I'm Carra Wayseid. I believe an account was opened in my name, and I was wondering if a transfer from The Saffron Golden Bank had come through yet?"
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Post by Nyaa-Neko on Jul 30, 2007 21:05:46 GMT -5
The sleepy teenager - obviously a scientist's offspring doing a part-time job - pressed a few buttons on her computer. "7500 pyen is in your account. Does that answer your question?"
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