Hoenn Region - Rustboro City - Devon Corp.
The researchers looked devastated. One of the researcher was bleeding along the side of his neck, but he didn't seem to care. A female scientist broke down in tears.
"We're okay..." A plump man wearing a brown plaid suit stood up: most likely abhead researcher. "But we must chase after that punk who took away! Without that data, Devon Corp. is doomed!"
"But... Chief." The man with a bleeding head staggered next to the plump man. "We don't have any Pokemon to chase after him."
"Hmm, wait, none of us have any Pokemon?" The head researcher fidgeted upwards and looked at his team.
They all shook their heads.
"Dammit." The head researcher swore. "If we only had a trainer passing by..."
All the World's a Pokemon - IC
11/09/2013, 06:04 PM #422
Hoenn Region - Rustboro City - DevCorp.
Sherry was willing to bet that the researchers had a decent understanding of basic first-aid, but still, she was drawn to the man with the blood on his neck. Just what was the nature of it? Blade? Ruptured bruise? A gunshot wound? Regardless, it would be a good idea that he got it taken care of. The woman was drawn out of her thoughts when the researches hoped for a trainer to pass by. Why a trainer, of all things? They should be calling the authorities, but it would take time...
The blond-haired woman stepped forward and raised her hand to the researchers. She felt a little naked without her DSO ID, but she figured her word would do the job, plus the little Machop at her side would give her some weight.
"Sherry Birkin, National Sec... Er, I'm a trainer," she blurted out. She felt Mac, her Machop, brush against her leg and take a proud stand in front of her for the researchers. "Do you need help?" she asked.
Sherry was willing to bet that the researchers had a decent understanding of basic first-aid, but still, she was drawn to the man with the blood on his neck. Just what was the nature of it? Blade? Ruptured bruise? A gunshot wound? Regardless, it would be a good idea that he got it taken care of. The woman was drawn out of her thoughts when the researches hoped for a trainer to pass by. Why a trainer, of all things? They should be calling the authorities, but it would take time...
The blond-haired woman stepped forward and raised her hand to the researchers. She felt a little naked without her DSO ID, but she figured her word would do the job, plus the little Machop at her side would give her some weight.
"Sherry Birkin, National Sec... Er, I'm a trainer," she blurted out. She felt Mac, her Machop, brush against her leg and take a proud stand in front of her for the researchers. "Do you need help?" she asked.
11/09/2013, 06:40 PM #423
Hoenn Region - Rustboro City - Devon Corp.
"Hah?" The head researcher looked over at Sherry. Noticing that she had a Pokemon, he beamed. "Of course we need help, ma'am! If you can, please help us retrieve the Pokemon Potential Data!"
"Chief, how can she capture the thief without proper transportation?" Another scientist asked.
"What can we do?" The head researcher smirked. "We'll give her the PokeMobile."
The researchers brought out from the company building a vehicle that best resembled a motorcycle, except with bright red paint overriding dull gray metals. The motorcycle was designed for trainers, with built-in pouch next to the seat for storing Pokeballs and a container for the backpack.
"This is a PokeMobile." The head researcher introduced. "It is a hi-tech motorcycle for trainers! We will lend you our prototype, so please capture the thief and retrieve the data!"
"Hah?" The head researcher looked over at Sherry. Noticing that she had a Pokemon, he beamed. "Of course we need help, ma'am! If you can, please help us retrieve the Pokemon Potential Data!"
"Chief, how can she capture the thief without proper transportation?" Another scientist asked.
"What can we do?" The head researcher smirked. "We'll give her the PokeMobile."
The researchers brought out from the company building a vehicle that best resembled a motorcycle, except with bright red paint overriding dull gray metals. The motorcycle was designed for trainers, with built-in pouch next to the seat for storing Pokeballs and a container for the backpack.
"This is a PokeMobile." The head researcher introduced. "It is a hi-tech motorcycle for trainers! We will lend you our prototype, so please capture the thief and retrieve the data!"
11/09/2013, 07:47 PM #424
Hoenn Region - Rustboro City - DevCorp. --> East on Route 116
It was simply amazing how the researchers reacted to Sherry being a trainer. Was that the magic word in this world? It didn't seem that trainers ran the world, but they certainly were looked up to, if the Trainer School in Rustboro was any indication. There were other pokemon professions such as being a Pokemon Professor, breeder, and coordinator, so why was it that a trainer, above all else, got the limelight (and that sweet motorcycle)? Sherry wanted to think that over, but she had more important things on her mind now.
Chasing down a rat who stole something would be simple enough had he ran, but this crook was on a motorcycle of his own, and he was probably dangerous. Seeing the short and stocky red motorcycle in front of her brought back a memory of Asia and how the young agent hung onto one when barreling down burning streets. She had a mercenary driving for her, but this time she would be going solo. Well, almost solo, if the little Machop had anything to say about it. Perhaps some of the little creature's overconfidence was rubbing off on her, for she gave a comforting smile to the researchers and nodded her head.
"Don't worry," she said as she approached the motorcycle. She unhitched a matching red helmet and placed it on her head. "I'll get your data back. Right little Mac?"
She felt the Machop leap onto the motorcycle's seat and wrap it's little arms around her stomach as she sat down on the seat. Apparently the threat of crashing or facing an unknown foe had not shaken him in the slightest. Figured for a fighting type, Sherry thought to herself with a smile. The woman reached for the ignition and turned the engine twice before the motorcycle hummed to life. She looked out towards the northern end of town for a moment before gripping the handles and sparing a quick glance at the researchers. With a nod, she pushed off and sent the motorcycle forward through the city, pleased that it wasn't burning behind her.
Now, all she had to do was figure out where the crook went. She noticed fresh tire marks heading east out from the city limits and into a forest of sorts, so she stuck to her gut and turned to follow. If she was right, going east would point her on the path to the crook... Route 116. All she had to do was make sure she didn't crash, which was easy when Sherry took into account one crucial thing: She was not Leon S. Kennedy, car crasher extraordinaire.
It was simply amazing how the researchers reacted to Sherry being a trainer. Was that the magic word in this world? It didn't seem that trainers ran the world, but they certainly were looked up to, if the Trainer School in Rustboro was any indication. There were other pokemon professions such as being a Pokemon Professor, breeder, and coordinator, so why was it that a trainer, above all else, got the limelight (and that sweet motorcycle)? Sherry wanted to think that over, but she had more important things on her mind now.
Chasing down a rat who stole something would be simple enough had he ran, but this crook was on a motorcycle of his own, and he was probably dangerous. Seeing the short and stocky red motorcycle in front of her brought back a memory of Asia and how the young agent hung onto one when barreling down burning streets. She had a mercenary driving for her, but this time she would be going solo. Well, almost solo, if the little Machop had anything to say about it. Perhaps some of the little creature's overconfidence was rubbing off on her, for she gave a comforting smile to the researchers and nodded her head.
"Don't worry," she said as she approached the motorcycle. She unhitched a matching red helmet and placed it on her head. "I'll get your data back. Right little Mac?"
She felt the Machop leap onto the motorcycle's seat and wrap it's little arms around her stomach as she sat down on the seat. Apparently the threat of crashing or facing an unknown foe had not shaken him in the slightest. Figured for a fighting type, Sherry thought to herself with a smile. The woman reached for the ignition and turned the engine twice before the motorcycle hummed to life. She looked out towards the northern end of town for a moment before gripping the handles and sparing a quick glance at the researchers. With a nod, she pushed off and sent the motorcycle forward through the city, pleased that it wasn't burning behind her.
Now, all she had to do was figure out where the crook went. She noticed fresh tire marks heading east out from the city limits and into a forest of sorts, so she stuck to her gut and turned to follow. If she was right, going east would point her on the path to the crook... Route 116. All she had to do was make sure she didn't crash, which was easy when Sherry took into account one crucial thing: She was not Leon S. Kennedy, car crasher extraordinaire.
11/10/2013, 01:23 AM #425
Hoenn Region - Rustboro City - Route 116
Route 116 was heavily clustered with short grass teeming with wild Pokemon and tall trees looming over the shadowy road. Despite the number of wildlife population in the Route, many trainers from Rustboro City come here to train their Pokemon. The road is well-paved enough for a vehicle to roll through, benches and lamps lined by the trees to offer comfort to weary trainers and light up the streets when it became dark, respectively.
"Out of my way, OUT OF MY WAY!" The punk rode through the route with his bike relentlessly, racing aside the clueless trainers and wild Pokemon as he rode and rode and rode towards the Verdanturf tunnel.
Route 116 was heavily clustered with short grass teeming with wild Pokemon and tall trees looming over the shadowy road. Despite the number of wildlife population in the Route, many trainers from Rustboro City come here to train their Pokemon. The road is well-paved enough for a vehicle to roll through, benches and lamps lined by the trees to offer comfort to weary trainers and light up the streets when it became dark, respectively.
"Out of my way, OUT OF MY WAY!" The punk rode through the route with his bike relentlessly, racing aside the clueless trainers and wild Pokemon as he rode and rode and rode towards the Verdanturf tunnel.
11/10/2013, 03:46 AM #426
Hoenn Region - Rustboro City --> Route 116
The level of recklessness and general disconcern exerted by the crook for the people and creatures that were on this route did not sit right by Sherry. However, she thanked his escape maneuvers for driving away innocent people and pokemon from the road. When someone saw someone tearassing around, it wasn't the best idea to wait out for another one to pass by. And, to Sherry's amusement, she was the second cyclist to come tearassing about, but she wasn't being relentless just yet. She swerved to avoid a schoolchild and his little pink pokemon as they themselves ducked out of the way.
"Machop!" Mac yelped, started at the sudden shift in weight on the motorcycle.
"Sorry," Sherry whined. "I'm not trying to take any risks here! Just hold on tight, OK?"
Her muscle-bound midget grunted in displeasure, but he wrapped his arms around her stomach a little tighter. Sherry gave the PokeMobile a little more gas and lurched forward down the road. She saw the crook near what looked to be a large, rocky outcropping, but on closer inspection, it was a tunnel. She wouldn't dare try anything rash out here in the open. One wrong slip and she could take a life that didn't need to be taken. The best bet was to act in the tunnel... Perhaps the young woman could kick the crook off his bike if she got close enough, as long as there was a road going through the tunnel. She hoped she was wrong and that there was another, less dangerous option.
While Jake Muller may be in a different dimension, Sherry still had someone to protect and look after. That someone being that little grey Machop.
The level of recklessness and general disconcern exerted by the crook for the people and creatures that were on this route did not sit right by Sherry. However, she thanked his escape maneuvers for driving away innocent people and pokemon from the road. When someone saw someone tearassing around, it wasn't the best idea to wait out for another one to pass by. And, to Sherry's amusement, she was the second cyclist to come tearassing about, but she wasn't being relentless just yet. She swerved to avoid a schoolchild and his little pink pokemon as they themselves ducked out of the way.
"Machop!" Mac yelped, started at the sudden shift in weight on the motorcycle.
"Sorry," Sherry whined. "I'm not trying to take any risks here! Just hold on tight, OK?"
Her muscle-bound midget grunted in displeasure, but he wrapped his arms around her stomach a little tighter. Sherry gave the PokeMobile a little more gas and lurched forward down the road. She saw the crook near what looked to be a large, rocky outcropping, but on closer inspection, it was a tunnel. She wouldn't dare try anything rash out here in the open. One wrong slip and she could take a life that didn't need to be taken. The best bet was to act in the tunnel... Perhaps the young woman could kick the crook off his bike if she got close enough, as long as there was a road going through the tunnel. She hoped she was wrong and that there was another, less dangerous option.
While Jake Muller may be in a different dimension, Sherry still had someone to protect and look after. That someone being that little grey Machop.
11/10/2013, 04:07 AM #427
Johto Region - Goldenrod City - University of Johto Goldenrod
Lyrica smiled at the idea. "Oh sure, that's sounds like a splendid idea." She didn't pursue the topic of her pidgey for the time. She figured more would be revealed as they go. Besides she felt like it was to be a sort of surprise when she finds out.
Lyrica smiled at the idea. "Oh sure, that's sounds like a splendid idea." She didn't pursue the topic of her pidgey for the time. She figured more would be revealed as they go. Besides she felt like it was to be a sort of surprise when she finds out.
11/10/2013, 04:14 AM #428
Hoenn Region - Route 116
"Shit!" The punk stopped in front of a large mountain range. In no way would his motorcycle be able to traverse through the rough outridges. The punk fumbled through his bag to find a device and began scanning the data.
"Makuhita, keep them busy!" The punk threw a Pokeball while doing so, and from the container a bulky yellow Pokemon with black fist and a knotted head growled and stood between incoming Sherry and the punk.
"Shit!" The punk stopped in front of a large mountain range. In no way would his motorcycle be able to traverse through the rough outridges. The punk fumbled through his bag to find a device and began scanning the data.
"Makuhita, keep them busy!" The punk threw a Pokeball while doing so, and from the container a bulky yellow Pokemon with black fist and a knotted head growled and stood between incoming Sherry and the punk.
11/10/2013, 01:42 PM #429
Hoenn Region - Route 116
Sherry thanked her lucky stars that the rocky outcropping was too much for the crook to bear. If he had gotten out of her sight, she may as well have kissed the data goodbye, and she couldn't bear to return to the researchers emptyhanded. She knew the importance of data firsthand, after all. She brought her motorcycle around and placed it in the center of the road a few meters away from the crook. There was nowhere left for him to run now, she believed as she hopped off the bike. She removed her helmet and felt her Machop take a stand in front of her, fists raised.
It was then that Sherry noticed the pokemon that the crook sent out. Makuhita, was it? To Sherry, it looked like the butter version of the Pillsbury Doughboy, and to Mac, it looked like a punching bag. If the man wanted to fight, Sherry would have no choice but to take care of his partner first. She couldn't risk moving in with that tub of guts standing in their way. God... She felt so naked without her stunstick...
"Hold it right there!" Sherry shouted as she sent Mac forward. "Move in, Mac! You know what to do!"
Some trainers liked to have complete control over the battlefield. They gave orders for every attack and evasive maneuver, but for Sherry, that seemed very unnecessary. If pokemon were as smart and wondrous as they were heralded to be, then they could handle themselves. The task of the trainer was to advise, nurture, and train, not to dictate every single move.
Little Mac dashed forward and sent a low kick to the Mukuhita's legs. In his eyes, such a fat pokemon would be easy pickings if knocked down. As for Sherry, she took to the side of the road and oversaw the action as she inched closer to the crook and his bike.
Sherry thanked her lucky stars that the rocky outcropping was too much for the crook to bear. If he had gotten out of her sight, she may as well have kissed the data goodbye, and she couldn't bear to return to the researchers emptyhanded. She knew the importance of data firsthand, after all. She brought her motorcycle around and placed it in the center of the road a few meters away from the crook. There was nowhere left for him to run now, she believed as she hopped off the bike. She removed her helmet and felt her Machop take a stand in front of her, fists raised.
It was then that Sherry noticed the pokemon that the crook sent out. Makuhita, was it? To Sherry, it looked like the butter version of the Pillsbury Doughboy, and to Mac, it looked like a punching bag. If the man wanted to fight, Sherry would have no choice but to take care of his partner first. She couldn't risk moving in with that tub of guts standing in their way. God... She felt so naked without her stunstick...
"Hold it right there!" Sherry shouted as she sent Mac forward. "Move in, Mac! You know what to do!"
Some trainers liked to have complete control over the battlefield. They gave orders for every attack and evasive maneuver, but for Sherry, that seemed very unnecessary. If pokemon were as smart and wondrous as they were heralded to be, then they could handle themselves. The task of the trainer was to advise, nurture, and train, not to dictate every single move.
Little Mac dashed forward and sent a low kick to the Mukuhita's legs. In his eyes, such a fat pokemon would be easy pickings if knocked down. As for Sherry, she took to the side of the road and oversaw the action as she inched closer to the crook and his bike.
11/10/2013, 06:48 PM #430
Hoenn Region - Route 116
"Makuhita, keep them away from me!" The punk grimaced at Sherry's approach, hoping that his Lv: 7 Makuhita can keep the Machop away from him. He could deal with that lady trainer, but Machop's low kick hurts. A lot.
"Aye!" The Makuhita nodded. Surprisingly, not only did the Makuhita understand the punk's speech, he spoke the same language. Lunging himself forward to dodge the low kick by Machop, he tackled at the midget and rolled him aside, attempting to brawl. Makuhita had the advantage, for he was 2 levels higher than the Machop.
Johto Region - Goldenrod Department Store
"Welcome to Wat Phou Thai Restaurant! Please enjoy your stay!"
A pretty Asian lady welcomed the three as Leaf, Crystal, and Lyrica entered the kiosk. The restaurant was embellished with Asian decorating, particularly that of Thailand, with fake gold statuettes of Hindu gods, baroque paper lanterns with intricate, colorful patterns, and fine china dishes. The restaurant was packed with people, eager to try out the Thai cuisine that the restaurant is to offer.
"Quite a diner." Leaf looked around indifferently, while Crystal was in awe.
"I bet the food will be good too!" Crystal beamed, unable to wait. "Table for three please!"
"Makuhita, keep them away from me!" The punk grimaced at Sherry's approach, hoping that his Lv: 7 Makuhita can keep the Machop away from him. He could deal with that lady trainer, but Machop's low kick hurts. A lot.
"Aye!" The Makuhita nodded. Surprisingly, not only did the Makuhita understand the punk's speech, he spoke the same language. Lunging himself forward to dodge the low kick by Machop, he tackled at the midget and rolled him aside, attempting to brawl. Makuhita had the advantage, for he was 2 levels higher than the Machop.
Johto Region - Goldenrod Department Store
"Welcome to Wat Phou Thai Restaurant! Please enjoy your stay!"
A pretty Asian lady welcomed the three as Leaf, Crystal, and Lyrica entered the kiosk. The restaurant was embellished with Asian decorating, particularly that of Thailand, with fake gold statuettes of Hindu gods, baroque paper lanterns with intricate, colorful patterns, and fine china dishes. The restaurant was packed with people, eager to try out the Thai cuisine that the restaurant is to offer.
"Quite a diner." Leaf looked around indifferently, while Crystal was in awe.
"I bet the food will be good too!" Crystal beamed, unable to wait. "Table for three please!"