Post by Kataya on Jun 7, 2012 12:51:51 GMT 11
CRYSTAL RAINBOWS
Hey Guys, so yeah, just thought I'd write a story based on a Nuzlocke I'm doing for Pokemon Crystal. There's a twist though, So I hope you Guys will like it and it doesn't seem like other plain "Oh I wanna be a trainer!" Kinda Stories. So, here goes~:
Part One: Sadie
[/size][/b]On their sixteenth birthdays, most kids just wanted to go out, leave home, and journey with their sparkly new Pokemon. With the sun cascading through her window, all Pinia wanted to do was go back to sleep. You had to be sixteen in Johto to start your own Journey, and her mother had put her through trainer’s school, just like every other girl or boy her age, but honestly, Pinia had no interest in being a Pokemon trainer. She yawned, pulling the covers up farther over her head, barley hearing it when her mother entered the room.
“Pinia, you really have to get up Sweetheart. You’ve been sleeping all morning.” Now her mother on the other hand… she was something different. She had wanted to get her daughter out into the same game as the rest of the mother’s who had been sending their children off on Pokemon Journeys. It was time for Pinia to do the same, but she was a stubborn girl, and she always had been.
“Mom, what’s the point? I’m just going to do the exact same thing I did yesterday, nothing.” Came her daughter’s reply, muffled by the pillow. Jetta tapped her foot against her daughter’s wooden floor.
“Be up in five minutes, or I’m going to start getting mad.” With a groan from her still half-asleep little girl, she turned around and headed back down the stairs to continue her chat with her friend Marti. Scrambling into the room came Pinia’s mother’s Growlithe, pawing at her bed sheets. Annoyed, Pinia flung the covers off of herself, glancing in disgust at the small orange creature, who realized the look on her face and went yipping down the stairs in alarm.
That was another thing. Pinia wasn’t a really big fan of Pokemon at all. She had never liked them, and various bad experiences with them as a child, hadn’t helped her any. It just made her hate them more. Once she had gotten dressed and styled her unruly blue hair, she headed down the stairs, finding her mother sitting with the pretty neighbor from next door, Marti. Her mother greeted her cheerfully, looking at Marti for some type of assurance.
“Honey… You know Marti’s daughter just started her Journey today…” she started casually. Pinia looked at her with a certain level of disinterest that even made Growlithe cringe in the corner of the room. If her mother had flinched, Pinia hadn’t noticed.
“That’s…great. But what does that have to do with me?” The discomfort that her mother felt traveled to Marti, who stood up.
“Oh, Jetta, didn’t you get Marti’s Pokegear back today?”
“Oh yes! Hold on dear, it’s in my room, let me go get it!” as her mother disappeared from the kitchen, Marti frowned at Pinia.
“You know Honey, you’re mother’s only trying to give you the-“
“Perfect teenage experience Blah Blah I know already. But Marti, I don’t want that. I just want to sit home and listen to those stupid talk shows on the radio. You know, the ones that give you the experience of being out there, without all the experience of it?” Marti sighed and sat back down. There was just no talking sense into that one, there really wasn’t. When Jetta returned with the Pokegear, she reminded Pinia of how it worked.
“And you’ll have to go to Professor Elm to get the memory card for it, so maybe you can run over and do it now?”
“Sure.” Without thinking twice, Pinia walked out the door with her Pokegear in her hand, bound for professor Elm’s place on the other side of town. New Bark Town wasn’t huge at all, but the peace of it made it worth living there. The green grass rolled under her feet as she headed towards the lab, entering without a notice of a not so normal thing outside of the labs window. She found Professor elm in the backroom on his computer.
Professor Elm was the kind of guy you’d expect to be a professor. He was lanky, thin, with a tuft of brown hair on his head, the kind of lab-coat and glasses guy that you’d expect upon coming in.
“Professor Elm, I’m here for the memory-“ before she could finish, Elm shot up from his chair, seemingly glad to see her.
“Ah, Pinia! I’ve been hoping you’d come around!” Pinia blinked, clutching hard to the Pokegear in her hand.
“Really, why?”
“Well, I’m quite busy…and since you’re the only kid I know in New Bark with so much time on your hands, I wanted you to do something for me.” Pinia wasn’t exactly sure what she was supposed to take that as, a compliment or an insult, but she decided to take that as an insult.
“I guess I have the time.” Elm’s eyes lightened and he took her hand and shook it.
“Great! I just need you to go meet with my acquaintance, Mr. Pokemon. He’s always telling me about these great discoveries, which are normally a big hoax by the way, but this time I think he’s got something. I need you to take one of the Pokemon I keep over there and venture to his house just past Cherrygrove City.” Pinia raised an eyebrow, her disinterest growing by the minute.
“Whoa Whoa, Professor, you know how I feel about Pokemon…”
“I know…but you won’t keep it, it’s just to keep you safe!” Pinia thought about it. There was a lot of wild space between her town and Cherrygrove…and if she didn’t have to keep the Pokemon, well then it wasn’t that bad.
“Fine. Where are they?” Professor Elm led her to the table in the back, which held three Pokeballs on it. She looked over all three, but she still felt annoyed that she had to do this in the first place. Picking up a random one, she tossed it in the air, and a bright white light enfolded the area, revealing a small, pale green dinosaur like creature, with bright, inquisitive crimson eyes and a leaf at the top of its head.
“Ah! That’s a Chikorita! She’s a little bit of a handful, but she should be of a lot of use in keeping you safe.” Professor Elm explained. The Chikorita watched as Pinia bent down to inspect her.
“Hey, the name’s Sadie!” The Chikorita mentioned, her voice as smooth and soft as honey. Pinia sighed and stood back up. Of course it would be able to talk. Then again, as far as she knew, most Pokemon could.
“Perfect…” came Pinia’s sarcastic reply. This day, was starting off just wonderfully.
Part 2 coming once I actually play a little more~