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It was a cold day. Almost any day was cold nowadays, but this day seemed especially cold. There was not a single bird cheeping, no leafs rustling. The bricks that made the small public square were cracked and overgrown with moss and grasses and the little well in the middle of it looked as if it hadn’t been touched for at least a decade. Speaking of that well, there were now three forms next to it. One was quite tall, at least six feet, another a bit smaller and the one that obviously wasn’t human. They sounded as if they had a discussion.

“Jonathan, you still haven’t explained to me as to why we are in this abandoned, scary little village in middle of absolutely nowhere.” The shorter silhouette said. He seemed to be carrying a huge box, which he now put on the ground near the well.
“My dear Watson, surely you have read the posters that I put that much time in to make, haven’t you?” Jonathan said while he lighted a cigarette. Watson, who had short blonde hair and a lot of freckles covering his face, answered irritated: “Of course I read them, but you never mentioned a place to gather while calling upon the word to quest with you. And why did you think this village was a good place to start with it anyway?”
“Well then you disappoint me, it was very clearly stated in the upper right corners. Furthermore, this village used to be where Professor Ivy gave trainers their first Pokémon. I thought that would be a nice symbolic detail. ” Jonathan had dark hair, dark eyes and a fairly tan skin colour. He blew out a cloud of smoke. The third creature, a white wolf with scarily sharp looking claws, tail and horn, jumped on the side of the well and sat there, as if he was watching his surroundings. This clearly was an Absol, one named Mithran to be exact. Watson sighed, and mumbled something along the lines of “scribbled in the corner because you forgot to include it when you wrote the main text”. Jonathan either didn’t hear it or deciding to ignore it, instead his brown eyes were focused on the small path that led to the square. It looked like the first one was to arrive. Again he blew out a cloud of smoke.

Jackson walked slowly into a town that looked like it had been abandoned shortly after the Age of Darkness had begun. It was clearly deserted, but the teen still clutched the poster he had found tightly in his hand. The boy roamed the deserted streets of this town, which, if you could imagine it clean, clear of wild plants and weeds, and maintained, he could clearly see it was once a fully functioning city, capable of supporting a modern society. Jackson really did wish sometimes that he had been born before 2012, before the the dark clouds had come and covered the Earth, before the world had changed. Sometimes, he just simply wished he could have lived in the pre-apocalyptic world, just for a day, to see what it was like. Of course, they taught children in school and all, but it really just wasn't the same as exploring on you own. Jackson finally spotted two older looking gentlemen, maybe in their late thirties or early forties. He approached them and hoped they were the people he was looking for, but they had to be, right? No one else seemed to live here anymore and the poster he had found, nailed to a park bench in his hometown had said to come here. Of course, his parents had been entirely opposed, trying to explain how dangerous it was to him, but he hadn't listened, he never really did. THe boy held out his poster, which was a bit crumpled but still able to be deciphered. "Are either of you....," he glanced at the paper. "Jonathon Black?" he asked.

Jonathan observed the person as he came closer. It was a boy, a teenager. He had gray hair, something Jonathan thought of as strange considering the boys age. He came across as a bit nervous and at first Jonathan thought he was just lost. That was, until the boy held out his poster and asked for one Jonathan Black. Said man turned to his companion with a smirk on his face: "See Watson? The gathering place was stated perfectly fine." To which the blonde only gave a sigh as answer.

Jonathan looked at the boy again. "Yes, I am. And you are?" he answered. In the meantime, Watson took out a pocket knife and opened the box he had carried with him. Three cuts of the knife were enough to open the thoroughly ducktaped upper side of the box. After he tucked the cardboard away, a whole bunch of pokéballs were revealed. It were not just normal red ones, but also dusk balls, timer and quick pokéballs, pokéballs made from apricorns; even an ultraball could be spotted.

Erick had found the town. He grew tired of the orphanage and wanted to help the world. Surely the orphanage workers would not miss him. They probably wouldn't even notice he was gone. It took a while to get there, but he made it. It seemed cold and musky. He wandered the streets to see if there was anyone else there. But not a soul could be seen in sight. But what was this? He came across a group of 3 people. A teenager's Gray hair stood out in such a dark town. He hid behind a building to keep from sight, just in case. His hands felt chilly so he put them in his pocket. But as he did he felt a wad of paper. He took it out and unraveled it. He was reminded strongly of why he was here. After a minute or 2 he gathered up his courage to come out and approach the group.
"Excuse me, are you Jonathan?"
He felt droplets of sweat come down his cheek and a chill down his spine as he waited for a response.

"M-my name is Jackson..." the boy stated. "Jackson Alexander Gray. You're Jonathon?" he asked, pointing towards the dark haired man. "And you are...Watson?" he asked pointing at the blonde guy. Jackson heard someone say from behind, "Excuse me, are you Jonathan?" The boy whirled around and noticed another teenager like himself. "I'm Jackson," he introduced. "That's Jonathon and Watson," he said, pointing at the respective individuals. He held up his poster, "You found of these too, huh?"

Celes walked up the path to the small village. He had run away from home just before his father had forced his family to go underground until the clouds cleared up. Foolish man. Celes walked up to Jonathan, completely ignoring the other teenagers.
-"Hi, I presume you are Jonathan? I am here for a starter." Celes said while inspecting Watson and Jonathan.

Jonathan looked at the newly arrived boy, another teenager. He came from behind a building, which Mithran had been staring at for a couple of minutes now, meaning the boy had probably waited there and observed their little group before approaching. 'Heh, smart boy. Or he's even more nervous than this... Jackson Something Gray? Yes, that's his name. Well, at least I'll be constantly reminded of his surname.' Jonathan thought while he took a drag from the cigarette, making its tip flare in a red shade for a second. The other boy looked... well, not so special at first actually, with his black hair and average clothes. There was a long scar running over his face though, something Jonathan noticed when the boy stood came closer. 'I hope his name is Scar, if not, I dub thee Scar.' Names were such a pain to remember. Someone's face, that was the thing that mattered. For al he cared, everyone was to be named "Hey, you!", or everyone was to be named after something that was obvious about them. That's why Indians were such geniuses. .

In the time that Jonathan was observing and thinking, Watson talked to the two boys. "I'm William actually, William Engström. He may have asked you for you're names, but it's not like he'll remember it anyway. We've known each other for 26 years now and since day one he insists on calling me Watson. Not sure why..." Actually he knew why: because they had a Sherlock-Watson relationship, or at least Jonathan thought so. "But I'll ask you anyway, what's you're name?" He asked the second boy, but without waiting for an answer he continued: "You'll get a starter pokémon for your journey. These are all pokémon either Jonathan or I caught when we were younger. Of course we don't pick them randomly. Flip will pick three pokémon she thinks are most... compatable with your personality. You can pick one from those three." And with those words he took an ordinary red and white pokéball from his pocket and with a flash of red a large, green blob escaped from it. That blob turned out to be a Reuniclus. "You just have to shake hands with her, she will then connect your brain and read... pretty much everything that's up there. It sounds scary, but you won't feel anything."

'I mean, look at Mithran. He's obviously white, that's why his name means white in Elvish. Not sure where Flip comes from though. I think she should've been named the Thing or-' "Hi, I presume you are Jonathan? I am here for a starter." Rudely awakened from his thought Jonathan looked at the newly arrived third quester. A teenage boy, again, albeit a very less nervous and polite one. Jonathan quickly decided this one would be called Brat. Brat Pitt.
"Wait, who? Jonathan you said? Nah, I'm Watson, Jonathan is over there." He pointed at his blonde companion, who facepalmed. "And you are?"

-"Celes Cali, my name is Celes Cali." He said, smiling. Even though it battled the core of his personality. Though that smile only lasted a few seconds, and then his face returned to it's usual cold emotionless form.

'Huh. Latin names. Celes from caelestis and Cali from Calista, respectively meaning 'heavenly' and 'fairest'. Both girl's names. Poor kid, he must have sadistic parents.' Jonathan thought. He saw him smile for a second and frowned. Unbelievable, Brat could smile! Now he couldn't name him Brat anymore. That would mean it's a tie between Grumpy and Itachi now. But 'Brat' sounded just so... right. Jonathan made a mental note to decide on the nickname later. (ooc; it's your choice xD)
"Sure kid. Why are you here? This is not a give away. You do plan on coming with us, don't you?" He took a drag from his cigarette yet again and blew out a large smoke cloud,waiting for an answer. The absol, still sitting on the well, observed Celes thoroughly with its red eyes.

Jackson timidly approached Flip the Reinucleus. "Ummmm," he started. "So I just reach out and touch you and magically you will choose my Pokemon?" Jackson was skeptical. He knew that Pokemon had highly evolved abilities from school, but he had never imagined they could connect to people's brains by touch. Even the thought was simply impossible, but if it were possible it would amazing. This Pokemon must be a Psychic type, Jackson decided, basing his assumption off things he had learned back when he had gone to school. The boy held out his arm to shake hands with Flip and....

"My... my name is Erick Seas."
He pondered on what would happen next. Erick was also about to reach out to Flip as he stretched his arm out in a shaky manner.

((Call him Grumpy, It suits his personality. ))


-"Sure, If that's what you want. I just want to get as far away from home as possible." Celes said, looking into Jonathan's eyes while thinking about his fool of father. He felt a mix of homesickness relief when he realized he had run away from home. For good. He quickly shook it off and went back to his his normal bitter train of thoughts.

"Well, seems like logic reasoning to me. Although I cannot say with certainty where exactly we are going, that it will be far away is inevitable.” Jonathan said, while eying the teenager. He has some guts; that Jonathan had to admit. “Whatever your reasons may be, from the moment you claim the Pokémon you’re about to receive, your loyalty lies with me. That goes for all of you, so whenever I tell you to make me a cup of coffee, you do so. Understood?” He also turned to Erick and Jackson while saying so and although his tone was jokingly and his face showed a large grin, the glare in his eyes looked dead serious. The cigarette was burned short and he threw it into the well. “Ok, now that’s out of the way you can do what they are doing, Grumpy.” Grumpy it was. He had always been Jonathan’s favorite of the seven dwarfs.

Watson ignored the whole conversation completely. He and Jonathan had discussed the matter before of course and it was true that a traitor could mean the death of the whole group, so he knew that eventually, Jonathan would make a remark like the one he just made. Watson just didn’t like with the fact that he did so within the first five minutes of meeting the teens. They didn’t need to know the dangers besides the ones they already knew of… yet. He turned his eyes to Flip, who was enthusiastically dancing and levitating around, until she saw the hand that Jackson had raised to her.

She giggled loudly and flew to him, circling around him once before her own green, liquid hand took his human one. Immediately, veins appeared in the Reuniclus’ body, flowing from the hand which was in touch with Jackson all the way to her brain. It had a organic look and suddenly, as if started by a second giggle from Flip, the veins began glowing a faint red colour, which made them even more look like countless, thin human blood veins. This lasted about five seconds. After that Flip let go, giggling even more at the boys sceptic thoughts about her powers and decided that she would show him some more. She turned to the cardboard box.
Her eyes started to get the same red glow as the veins that disappeared as soon as she had lost physical contact with Jackson. There were some rumbling noises from the box, but then three pokéballs, surrounded by a red glow, floated out of the box, straight into Watson’s hands. He smiled as he caught them and Flip bowed as to end her performance.

Watson now picked the heal ball from the three pokéballs, and clicked the middle button. It grew to a hand sized ball and clicked open: a familiar red light appeared and there now stood a new silhouette in the group:

“This is a Happiny, a normal type pokémon. After I got her from an egg I called her Eva, but of course you can change any name if you want. She’s a very sturdy little Pokémon, but is too modest to admit that.” Watson smiled as Happiny looked around and waved to Mithran when she recognized him. Watson now took the second pokéball, a net ball. This one revealed yet another newcomer to the group:

“Ah, this is an Azurill, a water Pokémon. He is under Jonathan’s care after he found him a couple of months ago, all alone and crying. He is very shy and quit, but is nothing but kind to others. Jonathan called him Blau.” Blau eyed Jackson very curiously. He now took the last pokéball, an dusk one, and its red flash made the last Pokémon appear:

It immediately flew to the Absol and crowed a “Hi” to it. Mithran just nodded. “Ah, that’s also one from Jonathan. It’s a Murkrow, a dark flying type. It’s a stealthy Pokémon and it has a very careful nature. He was named Nox.” Watson couldn’t help but smile at seeing the familiar faces again and now looked to Jackson. “Well, it’s up to you now.”

Ooc@Danny: I'm sorry, I'll do your starters as soon as I can, but I really have to finish and go now :(

((Damn this writer's block! ))

Celes listened intently to Jonathan's speech, but then flinching at the nickname he was given. Why did he call me Grumpy? I'm not grumpy!... Okay maybe a little but still! He was about to protest his nickname when he saw the awesome handshake that Flip and Jackson shared. Wanting to do the same, he instinctively put up is hand, with an awestruck expression upon his face.

Jackson considered his options. All of the Pokemon sounded like good partners. "Ummm, well I like both Happiny and Azurill, both of them are so cute!" He thought about it for a moment. "I choose Happiny!" he decided, "But I would like to change her nickname to Haruhi, if I could?" Jackson asked. He bent over and gave the Happiny a hug, "Hey, little Happiny. You're my new partner now, huh? I guess we're gonna be good friends, right?" Jackson smiled.

After Flip waved to Nox, Blau and Eva she floatingly skipped to Erick. He too, has raised his hand and Flip returned the favor. After they had made physical contact, the glowing veins appeared again, something that never failed to interest both Jonathan and Watson. Five seconds and a few Reunicles giggles later, again three pokéballs came floaing to Watson's hands. He took the first one, an ordinary red and white pokéball. In its red flash, a pokémon appeared:

"This is a Rotom, a very unique pokémon, if you ask me. It usually is an electric and ghost type pokémon, but it's ability lets it possess the motors of certain appliances and change forms. Changing forms also makes it's type change, and even some of its attacks. It is a very hard pokémon to raise and use in battle, but once you get the hang of it, it's very hard to beat. Rotom is a genderless pokémon, but considering its sassy nature nature I called it Elektra, after I caught it in an abondened factory. You're free to change any name though." Watson explained, while Elektra seemed to be very interested in his watch. He now took the second pokéball, a dusk ball, and released its content.

Jonathan frowned a bit when he saw the dragon appear. He then said: "This is Hannibal, a druddigon. It's type is dragon, and just like Elektra over there it's a very rare pokémon. Seems like Flip decided that you should get a non-evovable pokémon. Druddigons are very hard to raise and befriend, especially this one. I caught it only because he was so goddamn annoying." In response the naughty Dragon seemed to smirk. Watson smiled as if he was remembering a funny moment from a long time ago and then opened the last pokéball, a dive ball.

"Ah, a pokémon able to evolve at last. And not the least either, considering these were starters given to beginning trainers in Sinnoh Region back in the days. This is a piplup, a water pokémon. He is called Mumble, because he likes to dance. He is very bold and fearless, but often overestimates her own abilities." And indeed, as soon as Mumble got out of his ball, he was dancing the night away. Figurally speaking. Watson continued: "I got him from a friend, but he's now yours... if you pick him of course. It's up to you, you've got some excellent choices to choose from."




Speaking of Flip, she was now floating circles around Celes, who had just raised his hands. Giggling she took it and the mind reading process repeated itself yet again.' Why did he call me Grumpy? I'm not grumpy!... Okay maybe a little but still!' Flip really wished she could tell everyone that thought, but sadly telepathic communictation was not within her abilities. Making things levitate using her psychic attack however, she could, and so she did. Three pokéballs flew to Watson, a net ball was the first to be opened by him.

“Ah, that’s my Buizel, Joey. He is always fighting with Mumble over there, because he’s also too bold and competitive for his own good.” Jonathan said, looking at the weasel, who growled to the piplup as soon as he saw him. “Buizels are water Pokémon and excellent swimmers. They’re very loyal Pokémon.” Watson sighed and decided to just get on with the next pokéball, a timer ball.

"This is Eugène, a drowzee. Drowzees are psychic pokémon and extremely skilled at hypnosing their opponents. This one however, tents to fall asleep by his own attacks. It is very brave though and will never flee for a fight." Watson explained, and drowzee tilted his head to the side while watching Celes. The last was an ordinary red and white pokéball but it's contents made Watson flinch. Jonathan just laughed when he saw it.

A wide grin spread across Jonathan's as he spoke. "This is a ghastly, a ghost type pokémon. That's probably why Watson doesn't like her very much. She's a nice but lazy dudette, cause that seems to be the best words to describe her relaxed personality. Her name is Phantom, I caught her in the Burned Tower in Johto." Watson silently took a step away from Phantom. Jonathan looked at Celes. "Well Grumpy, it's your choice now."

ooc; Yay for double posting because I didn't see mdf's post and editing RP posts is annoying, because it often causes confusion. Also, Haruhi is now yours to write ;) Bic;

Watson smiled and handed over the heal ball to Jackson. "Haruhi it is then. She's still very young, so take good care of her." Nox craoked dislikingly, but Blau almost seemed happy when returning to her pokéball. Jonathan put the net and dusk ball back in the cardboard box and complimpented Flip on her well done job, after which she giggled and high fived Watson.

"Watson, you're forgetting something." Jonathan remarked. At first, the blonde man looked puzzled, but then he started searching in the pockets of his coat. When he found he was looking he offered it to Jackson. The red device looked very similair to a smartphone. "This is an iDex, it's the next generation pokédex developed by a few researchers, including me, and pokémon professors. I assume you've learned at school what a pokédex is? This basically has the same functions as one, but can also play music and call people. Its pretty much a smartphone and a pokédex in one, although you may not be able to get connection everywhere. There are also quite some connection poles scattered across the land, although they may be hard to find though, as we've consealed them. You connect the iDex to one of these to be able to manage your box. You know: you can only carry six pokémon at a time, so all extra need to be sent to your box as soon as soon as possible. I manage the boxes, so your pokémon will be safe with me in my lab." The iDex had a small, silver pokéball picture ingraved in it's shiny back.

The feeling that overcame Celes when Flip took his hand was, Amazing. And when he saw the pokémon he was given he thought for a while before choosing Eugéne, because he identified himself with him. The only thing that was missing from the Hypno's personality was antisocialism that Celes posessed. He took Eugéne by the hand and shaked it. As if they formed a pact with each other. Celes then turned to Jonathan,
-"I don't want to get ahead of things but, Where to?"

Jackson took the iDex and thanked William and Jonathan profusely. "Thanks so much! This is great!" he gushed. "But one question, you said there are others involved? How many people know about our journey? I thought most people were opposed to the idea of going back to the old ways? Most of the people in my village seemed to just want to sit back and 'take Arceus' punishment' as they put it...especially those religious people, who all think the Age of Darkness is a punishment to mankind and Pokemon alike, for being so greedy."

ooc; Oh, Tomaja, I just saw that I accidently put a hypno sprite instead of a drowzee one -.- I’m sorry. Eugène is now yours to write. You can change his name if you want of course. Bic;

A small smile slipped across Jonathan’s face when Celes shook hands with Eugène. At least he was more respectful to the Pokémon than to him. Then the boy asked him where they would be going next. Seeing no hurt in answering this question, Jonathan spoke. “We’ll go west from here, to a small road that follows the Toad’s Creek, which takes two days on foot. It leads to Treebeard forest, have you ever been there before? It’s a gigantic forest and since mankind stopped caring for nature it overgrowned and became more wild than ever. It will be the first really dangerous path we’re going take, because of the numerous wild Pokémon living there and the risk of getting lost. Believe me, once you get lost in Treebeard forest, you might as well have mercy on yourself and commit suicide." That much was true at least. “It is neither the easiest nor the shortest route, but we have a special reason for going there.” Jonathan finished, without giving further explanation.

Then Jackson suddenly said something they didn’t expect: “But one question, you said there are others involved? How many people know about our journey? I thought most people were opposed to the idea of going back to the old ways? Most of the people in my village seemed to just want to sit back and 'take Arceus' punishment'”

‘Blast, this one is smarter than he appears to be.’ Jonathan and Watson looked each others in the eyes for a brief moment. Jonathan was the first to speak. “Most people are opposed to our ideas and plans, albeit not necessarily for the reason of “Arceus’ punishment”. Everyone with sense in their minds knows that Arceus has been asleep for thousands of years now. A sleeping God can’t be a punishing God, now can It? It’s just a lame excuse people use to hide their own cowardness.”

Watson mentally wiped away a sweat drop. Good rescue from Jonathan’s side. He continued:”The iDex was already in development before the day of Twilight, we merely finished its design a couple of months back. Technical development hasn’t been a priority the last decade, you know… And there are still humans that work together with Pokémon, just look at us. It may be difficult for you youngsters to grasp that, for you have been raised in the Darkness, in towns and villages where Pokémon no longer dare to linger. Some of your generation haven’t even ever seen a simple rattata or alike. However, those old geezers like us remember the times before the Darkness and we remember how good it was. We have never lost the trust in Pokémon, like many others did, just like your parents probably did. So we decided that we have to end this Darkness, this endless despair. We had no idea how though… therefore we contacted others from who we knew they had the same idea. Now each Region has a group like you all, standing at the beginning of their journey. Naturally there is communication between these groups, in order to deliver information about each other’s findings.” Watson considered this an adequate answer to Jackson’s question. Jonathan did also, because it did as he and Watson agreed on: Not mentioning the Brotherhood.