Seeds of Adventure [Mod]

[Jenesis]

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Shiro stepped off the ferry into a brisk, warm wind that tugged at his hair and ruffled his clothes. He would stride down the streets somewhat absentmindedly, making brief glances downward at a rebelliously flapping map, as he navigated to his destination: Professor Elm's lab.[break][break]

The streets were populated, but not too crowded this morning. For the most part he was undisturbed. A few people shot glances at him, but with his eyes focused on the map, they by and large maneuvered around him in that polite Johtonian way. It was as if he was a ghost. Or perhaps an Ice-type would have been more appropriate, given his white hair and clothing, and the general climate of midwinter.[break][break]

Finally he caught sight at the lab, a three-storey building with a wooden fence running around the outside. Had he booked an appointment? He couldn't recall. In an easygoing, casual way, he simply strode up the walk and let the door swing open. Again, no one stopped him. He supposed he blended in with the white lab coats of the assistants.[break][break]

He wandered from room to room, taking note of the contents of each, and on occasion even stopping to pick a book off a shelf and skim through its pages, before it occurred to him that he was definitely not supposed to be doing such a thing and it would be best to find the professor as soon as possible. A quick question to one of the assistants ("I'm new here," he said, which was technically true, as it was the first day he had set foot in New Bark Town) pointed him in the direction of Elm's primary study. When he arrived, he could see the man bent over a Pokemon egg, studying it insightfully.[break][break]

"Ah... Professor Elm? I was told to come here to pick up a Pokemon to start my journey."

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[Caramell 🍬]

The inclement weather wailed and billowed outside of the Pokemon Lab. The inhabitants of the lab listened to the winds wailing in lament every time the doors of their building swung open. Hopeful young children, full and wonder and excitement, would pile in one after the other. Had the Professor mandated appointments no matter what, it would have been a fruitless endeavor. He was much too absentminded to make them stick, and the parents of half the kids were way too forgetful to phone ahead and set the appointment.

Such was the crazy and hectic world they lived in currently. Professor Elm kept his eyes glued to a magnifying glass as he turned the dials and zoom in and out of the microscopic virus he had pinned underneath the glass. Pokerus was a strange phenomenon that the Professor wanted to understand better – the more they tried to pinpoint and treat it, the faster the virus seemed to mutate and spread. Although, it was hard to try to argue why there should be a vaccine for it in the first place, given that the only noticeable side effects seemed to boost Pokemon powers. But he would set out to prove the ‘know-it-alls’ of Pokerus science wrong once he was able to fully understand and discover whatever long-term side effects may exist from the virus.

A male voice called out from behind him, but this didn’t disturb the short brown-haired professor donned in a long white lab coat. Without batting and eye, he raised his hands up and pointed to a small collection of Pokeball sitting on a table. “Nurse Joy, that you? The Pokemon are over on the table. Just a quick look over. I have an appointment with an older trainer soon. I believe he’s arriving off the boat in an hour or two, and want him to be able to pick out his starter without too much hassle.” How…embarrassing. One of the few times the Professor’s aides helped set up an appointment for a new arrival, and he was completely oblivious to the fact.

An aide walked over to Shiro and covered her face with her hands as she blushed. Although not all of it was from embarrassment. Did she…find this white-haired nearly-thirty year old man attractive?! She would never tell. “He’s a bit…how you say, oblivious? Hang on.” She would then walk over and tap Professor Elm on the shoulders. The Professor shrugged her off, eyes too heavily glued to his petri dishes and such. “They’re right over there, Nurse Joy.” More pointing with his hands, without batting an eye or turning his head a single direction. “Surely, you know the way around my lab.”

“It’s me. Miss Sounaka. You took me in as an intern for Winter Break. You have a guest that I’m sure is here for his starter Pokemon.” A moment of realization donned as the light bulb clicked inside of the older man’s head and he jumped up to rush over to Shiro’s side. He scratched the back of his neck with a nervous laughter. “My apologies about this, Mr….?” An a large gap in speech to allow Shiro enough time to properly introduce himself. “Ya see, I thought you were Nurse Joy…Where is she?” He wondered silently to himself. Then turned back to the matter at hand and immediately led Shiro over to the three Pokeball sitting on the desk. He would pick each up and release the Pokemon with a click of a button.

“This is Charmander, the Lizard Pokemon. They’re known to be tough to train for new trainers.” The reddish-orange bipedal reptile crossed its small, stubby arms over its chest and turned its head away from Shiro with a huff. It seemed completely disinterested, as though the white-haired gentleman was simply unworthy to train it. “Next is Squirtle, the Tiny Turtle Pokemon. Some can be shy little guys. Though, of course each Pokemon is unique in their own way.” The blue turtle immediately withdrew inside of its thick, brown shell. Only the glow of its eyes could be detected in the open space between the two parts of its shell where its head usually poked out.

And finally… “Bulbasaur, the Seed Pokemon, is our last option. They grow fast, and some have been known to form strong bonds with their trainers.” The bright green Pokemon puffed up its chest and stomped over to Shiro with great interest, unafraid of the stranger in the room. It seemed like the plant Pokemon wanted to know as much about Shiro as Shiro would hopefully want to know about it. “Feel free to take some time to get to know each, until you’re ready to decide on who you’ll choose.” Elm added with a smile.

Who will Shiro Choose?!

Charmander, Squirtle, or Bulbasaur?

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To Shiro, somehow, his first impression of the professor was both expected and unexpected. Hunched over a microscope turning the dials this way and that, he fit the image of a typical researcher. He didn't even stop to look at Shiro when he entered the room, which was understandable. He knew what it was like to be immersed in all-consuming research. But when Shiro called out to him, the professor responded by asking if it was Nurse Joy. "Ehh?" He pointed to himself in astonishment. Did he really... look and sound like a nurse? And the appointment... was he really two hours early? He scratched his head in confusion, uncertain of how to respond.[break][break]

Thankfully an aide was present to set the professor straight and prevent what could have been a long, awkward detente. "Mr. Shiro Gavain," he introduced himself when prompted. "And thank you, Miss Sounaka. For... you know." He felt embarrassed as the aide turned away and blushed again. Had he said something wrong?[break][break]

He decided to leave her be for the time being as the professor turned his attention toward the three Pokeballs on his desk. "Charmander, Squirtle, and Bulbasaur..." From looks alone, none of them really stood out to him. Then again Shiro had always been drawn toward the majestic legendary types, hardly the kind for a beginning trainer. He knelt down, closer to the Pokemon's eye level, and extended a hand. "Hi. I'm Shiro. I'd like one of you to become my partner."[break][break]

The Charmander looked him up and down and scoffed. "Come on..." Shiro said. "I just want to get to know you better." He extended his hand further, and the Charmander drew back. "Just a little handshake..." Alarmingly, the lizard let out a growl, and Shiro pulled his hand back just in time to avoid a nasty claw swipe. "I see, I see..." It appeared that this would not be the right pick for him. If he was going to join the IPF, he would require a Pokemon with a greater degree of obedience, and struggling to earn basic respect was not in the cards.[break][break]

Next was the Squirtle, who blubbered wordlessly as Shiro extended his hand. "It's all right, little one. I won't bite," he said with a slight chuckle. He kept his hand steady as the Squirtle's eyes darted back and forth, as it tried to make a decision. Finally it extended one hand out of its shell and lightly tapped Shiro's hand. The handshake was weak and limp. "I understand," Shiro said, letting the turtle Pokemon go back into hiding. This one would not do, either. A police Pokemon had to be brave in dangerous circumstances, and if this Squirtle was afraid of a simple meeting, its chances were not good.[break][break]

Finally, he approached the Bulbasaur. When he extended his hand to shake, he was met partway by the Grass-type extending a vine. It wrapped around his hand with a solid grip and shook firmly. "Bulbasaur, was it? How would you feel about going on a journey with me?" The froglike Pokemon's response was to puff out its chest and slap the vine against it with confidence. It beamed at Shiro, who beamed back. It would seem that the choice had been made for him.[break][break]

"Professor, I choose Bulbasaur."

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[Caramell 🍬]

The older gentleman with thick tuffs of dark brown hair and a receding hairline pushed his thin-rimmed glasses up the bridge of his nose on his face. He walked over to another desk and seemed to gather several items in his hands, before turning back to Shiro and slowly stepping up close to the white-haired gentleman. “Bulbasaur is a fantastic choice! This Bulbasaur is ready for adventure, too, you can just tell.” The professor donned in his long white lab coat would then slowly begin handing over the starter pack of items to Shiro as he explained each item to the young lad. “Here’s a map of Johto, which should help you avoid getting lost as you wonder the regions. Some areas are rather…hard…to reach if you haven’t visited the previous area and battled their GYM Leader. Here are some Pokeballs, they’re used to capture more Pokemon. And a potion, in case your little Bulbasaur needs to heal before you reach the next city. Also, some Pokemon can cause some nasty side effects, so there’s a Full Heal as well…” He would add with a smile, before wishing Shiro well on his travels.

However, a strange sound rose up as Elm opened the front door and began to wave goodbye to Shiro and his new traveling companion. A couple of people dressed in lab coats rushed past them and ran to the southside of the building with their hands cupped around their faces. “Professor, professor! Come quick! It’s a mess, professor!” Elm turned to Shiro to excuse himself, before running off after the mob of scientists, who were all running to the same scene. Next, Elm’s voice would raise up over the calamity if muffled voices as he tried to call out to Shiro in vain, hoping the young lad didn’t wonder too far away, and ran back to Shiro.

“I’d hate to bother you but..we’ve got a bit of a problem. Would you actually mind helping us, before you set off?” He asked. Hopefully Shiro would agree, and Elm could lead him back to the scene of a bunch of Sentrets who had chewed their way in through the lab’s industrial-sized fencing around their property. Several were running off with all sorts of things stuffed into their grubby little hands – like Pokeballs, watches, berries, - basically anything round or shaped like a berry. The ring leader stood up tall and proud, noticeable by the way he gave directions – pointing this way and that as he instructed his ‘band of thieves’ to gather what they could and high-tail it with the goodies.

A Wild Sentret [Level 4] is stealing from the lab!

Looks like this can be solved by taking out the ring leader. What will Shiro do??

Shiny Check:
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Shiro listened carefully as the professor went down the list of items one by one. A map, Pokeballs, Potions even... "You're quite generous," he said. "Thank you. Now about that thing you were studying under the microscope..." He seemed genuinely interested in the professor's research. One thing would lead to another, and the two men would enjoy a lovely chat all the way back to the front door, where Shiro waved good-bye and prepared to head out, Thyme trotting along by his side. It was then that some of the lab assistants ran over. Some sort of commotion was happening. The professor was gone before he could say anything, and he supposed he had caused enough trouble for one day.[break][break]

Fortunately for Professor Elm, Shiro would pause halfway up the path to open his town map and make sure he was not getting lost again. This made it easy for the older brunet to chase him down and explain the situation. "I'm not sure what I can do to help... but I'm willing to give it my best!" The duo hurried back to the scene of what Shiro discovered to be a crime, and something swelled within his heart. His first day with a Pokemon companion, and he was already being called upon to stop a robbery in progress![break][break]

His eyes turned to the Sentret standing tall atop the fence with its tail curled around it for balance, barking out orders and waving its arms to direct its minions this way and that. It was no question that one was the ringleader of the whole operation. "Professor! Deploy your aides and their Pokemon to form a perimeter around the Sentrets. We mustn't let them get away with any more stolen goods! Meanwhile, Thyme and I will take on the leader," he said. Hopefully the scientists were able to do as requested, and Shiro could focus his attention on the boss Sentret. "Why are you doing this?" he demanded of the mammalian Pokemon. "Don't you know it's wrong to take things that do not belong to you?"[break][break]

<VILLAIN!> Thyme bellowed. <I will put a stop to your dastardly deeds!> Without waiting for a command, the Bulbasaur would extend a pair of vines from his bulb, then shoot them forward at rapid speed, aiming to wrap around the Sentret, then pull it off the fence and slam it down onto its own behind.[break][break]

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Thyme used Vine Whip!

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The Professor nodded along with Shiro's plan and clapped his hands to finagle his aides into setting up a perimeter. "You heard him, let's stop them from getting away with more of our stuff." The crowed mumbled their acceptance and surged into action. It was a sudden flurry of movement as the crowd tried to stop the flow of Sentret and their stolen treasures.

A few people, Elm included, kept back from the ruckus. A few had smirks on their faces as they watched the chaos with humour, while others just seemed far too lazy or unbothered to help. The ones that did jump in on the action called forth their Pokemon to help wrangle up the thieving Sentret.

In a flurry of fur and paws, the gang scattered to escape capture, taking their loot with them. The leader barked orders at them to get them back in line, but the chaos had already begun. "What are you doing!? Get back here! Get through the hole and they can't get us, come on!" The leader shouted from its perch, high up enough to not be bothered by the humans below.

Some of the Sentret listened to their leader and fled through the hole in the fence. Another aide stepped in to intercept them, managing to grab one as the others escaped through his legs. "I got it!" he shouted, triumphantly, before the wriggling Pokemon became too much for him to handle. He dropped the Pokemon with a squeak, and it too soon fled through the fence.

The Sentret leader turned to Shiro and Thyme as the Bulbasaur shouted at it. It couldn't care less what these people thought of it. Winter was here and they needed food. Who better to steal from then some pesky humans who can easily find more. It was content to just ignore the grass type, but was quickly wrapped up in a pair of vines and forcefully yanked from the top of the fence.

It was slammed into the snowy ground with force. Winded from the impact, it struggled to get back to its feet. The other Sentret still within the fence boundary stopped and stared for a moment, startled that their leader had taken such a hit. The leader shook the snow from its fur and glared at Thyme. "So, it's a fight you want, eh?"

The Sentret ran at Thyme, claws out, ready to attack. It swiped them across the bulb on Thyme's back, before darting out of his reach, weary of those vines.

Wild Encounter

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SP16 Thyme used Vine Whip! Critical Hit!
SP10 Sentret used Scratch!

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Shiro's plan was working! ...To a point. The scientists had scrambled into action, and they were doing their best to contain the thieving Sentret. While they had formed a loose ring, they were unable to block the hole where a smattering of the critters made their escape, albeit with fewer items than they had previously. But there was no time to worry about that now, as the leader Sentret swiped its claws across Thyme's back. "Are you okay?" Shiro called out to his Bulbsaur.[break][break]

<Ha! I barely felt that!> Thyme replied in a mocking tone. <Is that the worst you can do?> He looked to his trainer for further orders, but Shiro shook his head, digging around in his pack until he found what he was looking for: one of the Pokeballs the professor had given to him earlier that morning. The Sentret was already pretty roughed up from the combination of whip and snow; he could knock it out, but that would teach it nothing. Better to detain it instead so it couldn't just return to its thieving ways.[break][break]

"Pokeball, go!" he shouted, tossing the red-and-white sphere at the Sentret. It cracked open and sucked the tanuki Pokemon inside, prompting a gasp from the assembled crowd. As the ball slammed shut, it wiggled ferociously, the central button glaring red as the Sentret tried to escape with all of its remaining strength...[break][break]

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Shiro used a Pokeball!

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The sentret glared and did a quick glance around to see its followers reaction. They looked really uncertain and nervous, but as everyone watched the battle and waited the outcome the mess had died down for now. The leader sentret straightened up and rolled it shoulders, it was aware of how much this would affect its status.
"You are just saying that to sound cool," it huffed aloof, "you really want us to believe that? You are clearly a housepet who has just left the comfy of the home, so your bluff isn't going to work."
A few cheers from the other sentrets was heard and the leader smirked.
"You see?" It raised a paw to show its sharp claws, "but then you certainly wont have any problems with getting another swipe, right? You didn't really think I put all my strength into the first go? That would be stupid, always good to test your opponent first you know, are you sure you are ready for second round?" It asked ominously and the cheers from its minions sounded more convincing this time.

The leader sentret leaped forward, claws ready but was met with a well aimed pokeball which pulled it inside. The remaining sentrets gasped in horror and silence fell as the pokeball wriggled furiously, much longer than usual.
The ding chimed in the silence and hell broke loose, the sentrets dropped what they had in their hands and raced in all directions to get away. It was over quickly as the assistants did what they could to keep the scouting pokemon contained but they were agile and except a few who has been detained by the assistants' pokemon they all got away.

"That was effective, thank you," the professor said with a smile to Shiro and looked at the messed up area. "I think they dropped most of it, but why they suddenly thought they had to raid us I don't know, sentrets usually don't give us any problems," he added thoughtfully.
The assistants didn't needed the professor's guidance to start cleaning up, the remaining sentrets, clearly scared, got hauled off. A couple dressed in lab coats were investigating and talking about the hole in the fence and were trying to figuring out how to best close it off and make sure the sentrets stayed out.

Good luck with your new pokemon, a female assistant said with a grin as she passed Shiro, arms full of bruised berries she had salvaged. "Perhaps you could figure out why they raided us? It would be nice if we could avoid it another time," she suggested as went inside.

Congratulaions! Shiro caught the sentret!


Thyme learned a thing or two and grows 2 levels to [Lv 7]!
He learns Growth!

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When they were a little ways down the road, far enough that the other Sentrets wouldn't be able to find them easily, Shiro released his Pokeball.[break][break]

The captured Sentret looked this way and that, trying to get his bearings. Then he bolted in a random direction. Unfortunately for him, Thyme was quick with his vines, wrapping up the Sentret and plunking it down back in front of Shiro. The Sentret struggled for a bit, but it soon became clear there was no escape.[break][break]

<C'mon, boss. Lemme go. I swear I'll never do it again,> it said with pleading eyes.[break][break]

"Not quite," Shiro responded. "First I have to ask you a few questions." Those Pokespeech classes in college did come in handy after all. Take that, Mom and Dad. He flipped out a pen and notepad and scribbled Initial questioning at the top. "Why did you steal from the Pokemon Lab?"[break][break]

The Sentret glared, squirmed, was held fast, and sighed. <We were hungry, ok? Not a lot of food out in the woods in the winter. The humans got plenty of food, why shouldn't we have some for ourselves?>[break][break]

"Be that as it may... taking from others is wrong," Shiro said as he made notes on his pad. "That explains the berries. But what about the Pokeballs, pocket watches, and the other things?"[break][break]

<The what now?> The Sentret listened as Shiro patiently explained that many of the stolen objects weren't, in fact, berries at all. <Those damn fools!> the Sentret blustered. <I knew they were thick, but... can't even see what's in front of their faces, of course that's why I had to lead the operation...> Never mind that the Sentret himself had failed to notice at the time. This human didn't need to know that.[break][break]

"In fact, it's good that you were stopped at the time," Shiro said. "Imagine if you had taken those things away with you, and tried to eat them. You wouldn't have had enough real berries to go around. Wouldn't that have been worse? This is what happens when you don't forage for food the honest way."[break][break]

The Sentret slumped. <Ok, ok, I did bad, boss. Now can I go?>[break][break]

Shiro shook his head. "I can't simply let you go free after this. But, I have an offer. If you stay by my side, and show that you have truly repented of your ways, say for a year or so, then I will consider releasing you. You would be a good example to the other Sentrets, to show them a better way of living."[break][break]

<You got it, boss.> Shiro signaled for Thyme to release his vines. The Bulbasaur did so with hesitation, and Shiro thought he could see the Sentret's eyes dart around, trying to decide if it was a good idea to make a break for it. It stayed put, however, curling its tail around itself for warmth.[break][break]

"If we're going to be teammates, you need to have a name," Shiro said. He asked the Sentret for one and it simply shook its head. "How about... Snapdragon?"[break][break]

<Snap? Dragon? Sounds perfectly ferocious to me, boss.> The furry brown Pokemon having given its assent, Shiro reached out a hand. A firm shake of the tail, and it was done. Shiro closed his notepad; he'd compile his findings into a report to send to the Professor later, once he reached the next town.

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[antonius]

While Shiro is interrogating the sentret, a trainer with a large net comes walking up to him. The boy stands there observing this new person who looks like is having an actual conversation with the Pokemon. He walks around in a wide circle keeping his eyes out for a wurmple but also ears to the conversation. It is hard for Bug Catcher Don to believe a human and Pokemon actually talking. It is always a one way chat since humans can't understand Pokemon. Don decides to approach this young man.

"Excuse me Mr. White Hair, are you really talking to the Pokemon? Do you understand what it is saying? By the way, I am Bug Catcher Don and looking for a wurmple along this route. I am not having any luck with finding one in this cold weather."

Before Shiro could respond, Bug Catcher Don gets a brilliant idea.

"Hey!! How about I battle you and if I win, you help me find a wurmple. If you win, well...um I can let you borrow one of my Pokemon to see if you can talk to it."

Bug Catcher Don throws out a Pokeball and a level 3 weedle.

Your Challenger: with a

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Shiro blinked as the boy walked up to him. "Ah, my name is not Mr. White Hair, it's Shiro. Shiro Gavain. And yes, I am talking to this Pokemon... I took classes in Pokespeech in college, I have to say Goldenrod City has its downsides, but the college is top-notch, you seem a little young for college though, but yes, it's not quite as difficult as it looks once you get down to it - a lot of the nuance is in studying tones, though, and it varies according to the Pokemon's emotional state..." He paused as Bug Catcher Don interrupted him. Something about looking for a Wurmple.[break][break]

"Oh, you are challenging me to a battle? Well... I can't say I'm very good at finding Pokemon, but I will be happy to talk to your Weedle if you like," Shiro replied as the boy threw out one of the orange caterpillars from his Pokeball. "Thyme, will you do the honors? And Snapdragon, I trust you will stay in place." The Sentret nodded, not relishing the thought of being withdrawn into a Pokeball so soon after being let out.[break][break]

Thyme took his place opposite the Weedle, scraping a forefoot against the ground. "Basaur!" <Let's do this!> He waited for Shiro to issue a command, the trainer choosing to go with a Tackle attack. At that, Thyme ran forward, attempting to slam his body against the smaller bug Pokemon and send it flying.

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"But you have white hair!" Don pointed out with a big grin as he pointed to Shiro's hair, "are you an old person?" He asked naively, "My grandma has white hair too! But she is also full of wrinkles and she is really, really old!"
Even though he had interrupted he was polite enough, or perhaps just curious, to listen to what Shiro explained, his mouth fell open.
"You saying I can learn to speak to pokemon?!" He exclaimed, "Weedle weedle, pidgey! What did I say?"

When Shiro accepted the challenge a grin spread across Don's face, "You won't regret it!" He completely missed that Shiro already expected to be winning the battle.
"This is it Dusty! You have to win this like you did over Henry's sunkern! Then I'll get a wurmple too!" Don urged his weedle who looked at him troubled, "That's a grass type that one, that's super easy for you! Poison Sting!"

Weedle didn't look very motivated as it crawled forward, it started to flail panicked when Thyme can bulldozing towards it, "weeeeeedle!" "Heeeelp! Stoooop!"
Thyme slammed into it and sent it flying, it was in for a rough landing and rolled over the slippery ground.
"Come on Dusty! Get up and knock it out!" Don shouted and his weedle got to its feet groggily and managed to shoot a few barbs as Thyme, which even hit her.

"Hey Mister.. I can't remember you name," he laughed but didn't seem ashamed of it and just continued, "if you learned to speak pokemon, why don't anyone else just do it too? I mean, they always say they wish they could, don't they?"


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Was he an old person? Shiro suddenly felt very self-conscious. Did age 27 count as old?[break][break]

"I..." He pulled at his white hair. "Everyone in my family has this kind of hair... I was born with it," he explained, but it seemed Don had already moved on to the next subject. "Yes, you can learn to speak to Pokemon... I think you might be too young for college, though," he said. "Try asking for lessons at the Trainers' School first... Is there a Trainers' School in New Bark Town?" Don attempted a few words which sounded like meaningless nonsense coming from the human boy's lips. Shiro shook his head.[break][break]

He could hear Dusty's cries as Thyme bowled into the Weedle, which spun head over tail into the dirt. It certainly sounded like the poisonous bug was having a much rougher go of it than the bulbous frog. <Ha! You thought this would be easy?> taunted the Bulbasaur. <Too bad for you that this Grass-type is also a Poison-type!>[break][break]

"Thyme says Bulbasaurs are also part Poison," he translated for the bug catcher, in an attempt to be helpful. His face fell a bit when Don admitted he couldn't even remember the name he had given five minutes ago. "My name is Shiro... and well..." Not everyone could even afford to go to university, after all. He felt bad for those who couldn't. Being able to speak to Pokemon was truly a wonderful thing. "I certainly wish that you will have the opportunity to learn," he finally said. "You seem to have a lot of passion for Pokemon. That will help you in your journey to bond with them and understand them better." Whether the boy would ever master the vagaries of Pokespeech was another matter, but what Shiro said was true, at least.[break][break]

"Thyme, let's go again. But... maybe try not to hit it too hard?" The Weedle was already drooping. But Thyme would not be deterred. Charging across the slippery ground, he went for another full-bodied tackle against Dusty.

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Don gaped, "you were born old?!" He exclaimed and then laughed, "you're weird!" Don was as brutally honest as only kids could be, there were no trace of malice in his words.
"Or perhaps you just do it the opposite way, you know. Being born old, with wrinkles and white hair and then you grow smaller? Like you start out as a grandpa and end up being a tiny little baby and then you die!" He explained with big gestures of his arms.
"That would be so cool! And pretty weird," the boy added with a giggle.

Don's face fell when Shiro suggested him to ask at his school, "my school don't know! Mr. Thompson even said that people can't talk to pokemon, only with strong psychics who can translate. I have asked since I'd love to speak with my pokemon. Think of all the cool games we could play then!" Don was quiet for a moment, "I don't think my teachers will believe me when I tell I met you."

Dusty stared at Thyme, "who said I thought this would be easy?!" It screeched, "I don't think this is easy at all! Here I just want to eat all day so that I can make a cocoon and get out if this horrible state, but no. Of course this kid keeps sending me into his so called battles so I'm loosing my energy and have to eat even more! How is that fair? At this rate I'll never eat enough, UFF!" Thyme cut it short by ramming into it once more, sending it rolling over the ground.
It got to its feet and looked around groggily, it was swaying.
"Oh no, Dusty! Are you alright?" Don asked worriedly and misunderstood its swaying, "that's great! We'll battle a lot and then you'll get big and strong and become a cool weedle! Then nothing can stop us, so use Poison Sting again!"
Dusty somehow managed to locate Thyme and sent a single thorn flying, which the bulbasaur barely felt.

"I can't wait until I can start my own journey! And I don't even need to get a pokemon to start with since I already got too!" Don boasted and looked smugly at Shiro, "how many do you have?"



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Weather: Chinook (Slippery)

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SP13 Thyme used Tackle!
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Shiro laughed again. Was he born an old soul? And weird, yes, he was definitely weird. It didn't take a lot of perceptive power to figure that out. Don coninued on, talking about something that sounded like it came out of a fantasy story. This kid seemed to have a fanciful imagination. Maybe they would get along after all.[break][break]

"I'm not a strong psychic... I don't think so, anyway," Shiro said, though he wondered if perhaps there was an outside chance it might be true after all. "But if Mr. Thompson wants a demonstration, he can come see me after I become an officer of the IPF. Maybe even when you are old enough, you can go to university and take classes for yourself," he said, wishing he had a business card on him handy. "Your teachers may not believe me, but do you believe I'm interpreting what my Pokemon are saying?"[break][break]

He listened again to the Weedle, and was starting to feel sorry for it. His understanding was that most Pokemon enjoyed to battle, but this Weedle wasn't having any of it at all. "Your Weedle says... battling uses a lot of energy," he tried to summarize. "Perhaps you should feed it more before fighting again. I think it would be happier if you took a few days off to let it eat." As for the battle they were involved in now, however, he couldn't simply forget to give his Bulbasaur an order. "Vine Whip, Thyme," he said. "But gently now..." He winced as Thyme extended one of his vines and gave the Weedle a sharp rap over the head. "I'm sorry..." he muttered, but he assumed the Weedle could no longer hear.[break][break]

"I also have two Pokemon," Shiro said in reply to Don's last question. "This is my Sentret; his name is Snapdragon. Who is your other Pokemon?"

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