ITT: We are all Pokémon Trainers

No. I'll tell you all about it later. Right now, I'm kind of busy. I didn't think you would actually pick up.

-To Wolf-

Funny isn't it, though unfortunately I'm still stuck with my Model One Poketch since I never traded it in for a Model Two in this reality. As you can tell, trying to convince Tracer isn't going too well.

-Turns his attention back on Tracer-

She's not a normal Torchic, for one.

-Hears Kammy-

There was no trading involved, though their eggs were gifts from a friend of mine by the name of Luke. For all intents and purposes, these mons were always mine.

Garchomp: -Hears Scratch- <It was horrible, and it actually forced me out of the Wayward Cave.>

Okay, I'll let you go. Call me tomorrow, though. We'll arrange to meet. Right now, I have to find Blue.

-While staring at the devastated landscape-

<Vlad: "... What do you mean sm- ... No...">

-In a voice filled with crushing despair-

<Nadia: "... Tracer...">

<Toothless: "... I really wish that I knew how to make this feel better right now...">

<Shaun: "... What on earth do we do now? It's not as if we could just find Tracer, could we?">

Well, I'm at Tracer's house in Celadon at the moment, but why do you need Blue? Anyway, I'll try to meet up with you tomorrow.

-Turns back to Tracer-

Maybe this will convince you that I haven't gone mad.

-Pulls out the Adamant Orb-

Hydra: <Scratch. Are you saying this crazy story is TRUE?>

Scratch: <Yes, Elder. I have to say I do.>

-turning to Tracer's group-

<Tracer was the human you were with, right? The one consolation in this history... space tunnels will get you places fast. Where would you want to start looking for him?>

-In Sinnoh-

<Nadia: "... Where would we even begin? He was always travelling... And that's assuming that something didn't happen to him...">

<Vlad: "... I don't know...">

<Shaun: "Why don't we start in Celadon? His home's there in one of the towns to the southeast... And if he's not there, the lab is close enough to make it by flying...">

<Vlad: "... I guess it's worth a shot...">

-Drake Palmer returns to the office, the wooden walls tinged with orange from the afternoon sun-

Drake Palmer: -Looking out the window, fiddling with his bleached fedora- <Altair... Do you remember when I almost died?>

Altair: -Dusting a globe in a brass pedastal, the surface of the globe, Sinnoh notably, is scratched and pitted- <What a strange question. But I do remember.>

Drake Palmer: <Good. Should I recount it or you?>

Altair: <Recording it again?>

Drake Palmer: -Gesturing to the tape recorder- <It's good to keep backups of one's memories.>

Altair: ~Sigh~ -Heads over to his perch- <How about we both tell it.>

Drake Palmer: <Sounds reasonable.> -Coughs, switching to a normal language- Father had a very unusal request when I 13...

It's a long story. I'll tell you in a few days.

Good-bye, my friend.

-click-

Back.

-Sits in my cell-

-Decides to try speaking to Seismitoad-

You know... I know Scolipede. He'd be very angry to know you've locked me up.

Seismitoad: <Buh. Huh huh. Don't talk out of line, scum. You're in here on his orders. If he knows you, he certainly doesn't want you around!>

And if I'm supposed to be executed, why have I been in this cell for...?

Seismitoad: <A year and three months? Because I like keeping prisoners. I run this place, not Scolipede. He lets me run it and sometimes he sends me prisoners to hold or execute. I see them as gifts. He doesn't care when I execute them, so long as they're out of his antennae. So I keep them as... "pets", if you will, until I get bored with them. After that Bishy takes care of them. You're proving to be quite a hardy, fun pet. Huh huh huh.>

You're not a good pet owner, then.

-Seismitoad cracks his knuckles, smirking. He opens the door and steps into my cell-

-15 minutes later-

Seismitoad: <Now, I don't expect to hear lip from ya again. Or I'll use more poison in my hands next time. Buh huh huh!>

-I cough up some last few drops of blood, and slump against the wall of the cell. Not that I have much choice, since it's hard for a slightly-over-6-foot tall guy to lay down in a 4-foot wide cell-

edited 30th Jul '11 9:27:54 PM by Anomalocaris20

Back.

Bye Wolf.

-Hangs up and looks at Tracer-

Well? Do you realize what you're looking at? The Adamant Orb.

Garchomp: -Hears Tracer's mons- <I would like to come with you.>

-At the mansion in Undella, Sol is lying on a lounge trying to get some rest-

One would think my life is peaceful... But I have to train foot soldiers, keep Artemis and Scolipede happy, Napoleon under control, the Midori Room Pokemon satisfied and moniter the new arrivals in town to see if the show potential to be a top Black Op for Artemis and Scolipede. I bet if people knew all the horrible things I did to others, I would be the first person on their hitlist...

-Notices that Cuddlekins has come up to her side-

Hey there girl...

-Pets Cuddlekins-

You know, it's nice to have a peace and quiet time... I would be stressed out if I didn't...

-In Kanto-

"... How do you know that though? And how would you have retrieved it? The places where the Adamant Orb were said to be are all destroyed!"

-Realizes something-

<Kammy: "... Did Tagg just understand me?!">

____________________

-In Sinnoh-

-To Garchomp-

<Vlad: "Oh! B-But what about the tribe here?!">

<Shaun: "... We'd love for you to come... But... We really don't want to impose upon you... You apparently have had quite a bond with these Cubone... And we'd hate to be the cause of unnecessarily disrupting it...">

edited 30th Jul '11 9:35:53 PM by TracerBullet

It literally just appeared in my bag one day, and it isn't even the only one I have.

-Pulls out the Blue Orb-

This I got from Groudon personally. I'd summon Groudon somewhere private to prove it, but for some reason it isn't working.

Garchomp: <Every time I look at you guys something inside me tells me to follow you. You just seem...familiar for some reason I can't place. The Cubone can certainly survive without my help, and you could probably use all the help you can get.>

Hydreigon Marrow: <Celadon? That is the city with the dogs, flowers, and crows, right?>

Scratch: <Yes... One of the nicer places the tunnels lead, honestly.>

<Garchomp can lead you to the passage, actually. But one moment...>

-walks over to the displaced Elder-

Scratch: <...Iron?>

Iron Marrow: <what...>

Scratch: <...I don't think you should stay here. It'd be best if you left with them.>

Iron Marrow: <BEST?! SCRATCH! I'm trapped in this timeline, where my own tribe is dying, fiends are just invited in even as they pick off my kin, time and space are falling apart... and you're saying I should LEAVE my last tie to the home I know?!>

Hydreigon Marrow: <...if you ARE me... then you should take my advice.>

<I've had two years to come to terms with our tribe's tribulations. And I still can barely sleep at night, for a night is no longer enough time to talk with everyone I've lost. Do you want to have the full enormity of that thrust on you in one day?>

-Iron looks troubled-

Scratch: <Iron... I didn't even remember your timeline until you and those other mons got stuck here. But if I can remember, maybe others can... others outside the tribe, who stopped these things from coming to pass in the timeline we came from.>

<Your appearance has reminded me that things don't HAVE to be this way. Now please, do your grandson another favor and find out the way things can BECOME.>

Iron Marrow: <Scratch...>

-stiffens, picks up her bone, and rejoins Tracer's mons-

-Brings out the Rainbow and Silver Wings-

What about these?

Garchomp: <Follow me.>

-Leads Tracer's mons + Iron Marrow to the space tunnel leading to Celadon City-

-As Drake and Altair retell the memory, it becomes a flashback-

~Flashback~

-Greg approaches Drake and Altair sparing-

Greg Palmer: Hello you two.

Drake: Hello dad. -Hugs Greg-

-Greg looks mildly embarrased-

Greg Plamer: -Mildly joking tone- Please, not in front of the Altaria.

Drake: Oh, sorry. -Stops hugging-

Greg Palmer: -Slightly more serious- Now, there's something I need you to help me with...

Drake: One of your inventions? I like your inventions.

Greg Palmer: Sort of like that... Well, come along. -Heads to the lab-

Drake: Science waits for no man! -Follows-

-Drake stands in front of the sort of haphazardly-built capsule, examining it-

Drake: And you want me to go into it?

Greg Palmer: Yes.

Drake: What will it do?

Greg Palmer: It will make you stronger.

Drake: -Looks at the capsule, then at Altair. Altair looks at the capsule and gives a "I guess it couldn't hurt" look- Okay... I'll do it.

Greg Palmer: Good. -Places the vial into the console as Drake gets in-

-The capsule closes-

Drake: Is this a bad time to say that I haven't had lunch yet? -Capsule activates-

-Several minutes pass-

Greg Palmer: I hope he's alright in there...

-The capsule opens again, steam pours out dramatically. There appears to be no actual difference in how Drake looks, apart from a single line of hair that has gotten singed-

Drake: -Stumbles out of the capsule, supports self on console- I... I think it was a bad time to say that...

Altair: -Looks at Drake- <Are you alright?>

Drake: -Looks at Altair, takes a moment to comprehend the fact that he can understand Altair speaking- <I am.> -Realises that that wasn't his normal language-

Altair: <You almost died in there.>

Drake: <I know...>

Greg: -Supports Drake- That was a bit touch-and-go for a moment there. How about we get some food into you?

Drake: <That would be nice.> -Coughs- Sorry. That would be nice.

Greg: What do you feel like eating?

Drake: For some reason... I feel like eating very lightly cooked meat... But I'm fine with just a sandwich...

-The three walk off towards the kitchen, the flashback ends and so does the recording. Drake stores the tape with the other tapes of that memory-

-Goes over to a different room, a computer-room where she can moniter all the people and Pokemon in the Town-

Those who think they're safe here are either ignorant or seletively oblivious... Let's see if any of the poor unfortunate souls that washed up on my shores last week...

-Sol twiddles with a few knobs to focus on said people-

Hmm... He needs more time... She needs to polish up on a few things... That guy is cleary not suited for warfare...

-One person in paticular catches her intrest-

Oh... Hellooo...

-Tweaks with a few things and types in some stuff to bring up the trainer in question. Collect all the known data about the guy in general-

Fufufu... If this guy agrees to join, then we have a Diamond of a ally. If he refuses... well then... he'll come to a sticky end...

Kekekekeke...

-The group follows Garchomp through the space tunnel and comes to what seems to be a dead end with a door-

<Nadia: "... It's a door...">

-Attempts to open the door, it doesn't budge-

<Shaun: "... It won't open!">

<Iron Marrow: "How on earth do you fiends survive with that vapor that you have in place of brains?">

-Forces door open with Double-Edge-

-The group finds themselves on the roof of a building somewhere in an industrial district in Celadon-

<Vlad: "Where are we?">

<Shaun: "Somewhere in Celadon... From the looks of it, probably the south...">

<Nadia: "... How on earth does a tunnel lead here?">

___________________

-In an abandoned warehouse across the street-

-Two Murkrow are awakened by the crash of the door being forced open across the street-

<???!Murkrow #1: "Kakogo cherta eto bylo?!"> *

<???!Murkrow #2: "Veroyatno, lish nekotorye koshki stuchit chto-to bolyee, prosto peryeidite obratno v son."> *

-The two start to doze off again-

___________________

-Somewhere to the east-

"... I see that you've managed to accumulate a lot of strange artifacts... Ones that probably merit quite a bit of study... But I somehow can't believe you... Yes, as unbelievable as these last two years have been, they really happened... They're as real as the eight years I spent before it with Kammy..."

-Pauses-

"... I won't deny that something seems deeply amiss, Dr. Tagg... But I still find your claims of everything in my life up to this point simply not happening a little hard to swallow..."

edited 30th Jul '11 11:43:44 PM by TracerBullet

-Sol walks out of the Room and finds Napoleon-

Napoleon?

<Napoleon>: <Yes Sol?>

-Smirks-

Send an Invitation to a Mister "Samuel Kirkland". I wish to try and... Persuade him to the other side.

-Napoleon and Sol share an Evil Laugh-

<Napoleon>: <Consider it done, Sol>

-Sol and Napoleon shake hands-

Thank you Napoleon. Tomorrow's going to be very interesting indeed... just as long as he doesn't end up as a fine red mess on my nice carpet, he should be apples.

edited 30th Jul '11 11:51:25 PM by PippingFool

Garchomp: -Hears Nadia- <They're space tunnels, they just randomly appear wherever.>

...

-Thinking-

What the fuck, do I have to drag him inside my backpack for him to believe me? I know that these memories of ours seem real, but they're just illusionary. Of course, I suppose that illusionary or not, it doesn't really matter. What happened here is as good as real.

I guess I'm not going to convince you tonight.

-Sighs-

Can I at least crash here for the night though? I kind of need to be in Celadon anyway for Wolf.

-Somewhere on a roof in an industrial district of Celadon, with a door with a faint glow coming from it-

<Shaun: "... It's really late... Even if Tracer is at his house, he probably won't be awake... Maybe we should get some sleep before we do anything...">

-In flat, emotionally drained tones-

<Vlad: "... I guess it wouldn't hurt...">

<Nadia: "... Yeah... We could do that...">

<Iron Marrow: "Hmph. Some resolve you lot have! I can't believe my grandson thought that our tribe would have a better hope if I followed you! But... I must admit that sleep sounds very tempting at this point...">

-The four start to uneasily doze off-

_________________________

-To Tagg-

<Kammy: "... Wolf? Who is he?">

"... I suppose that that should be fine, Dr. Tagg... I'm sure that my Pokemon would like to see you more anyways..."

-Notices others dozing off in living room-

<Vesta: "Well... If they were awake, they would...">

-Lets Tagg into house and begins to lock things up for the night-

_______________________

-A few hours later-

-Nadia is waiting patiently for Lake on his island-

<Nadia: "... He will come, won't he?">

<Toothless: "... I don't mean to make you feel worse than you already are Nadia... But he might have a bit much on his mind to come here...">

-Nadia looks away, starting to tear up-

<Toothless: "Oh! Nadia! I didn't mean-">

<Nadia: "No, you're right... I was such a stupid, selfish fool for coming here...">

-On the roof of the building-

-Nadia is cuddled up with Toothless, beginning to cry in her sleep-

-The glow in the doorway starts to grow dim-

Good night.

edited 31st Jul '11 12:09:11 AM by TracerBullet

Garchomp: -Dozes off-

Thanks Tracer.

-Goes to lie down on a couch-

I hope the others are doing okay. At least I know Wolf remembers the original timeline.

-Thinks some more-

Hopefully Fool's nice and safe. Maybe her parents are actually alive in this universe.

-Goes to sleep-

Psst, Fool! Just a little reminder, none of the members of DS' Unova team are actually called by their nicknames since they never met DS and therefore never received those nicknames.

- Nimbasa City, a Sawk carrying a box walks over to the entrance of the abandoned Battle Subway, aka the resistance's base. He carefully places the box down next to him and knocks on the door -

Yamask 2: <Password?>

Sawk: (looks around to make sure no one is watching) <... And then I said, "Oatmeal? Are you crazy?>

Yamask 2: <You may enter.>

- The two Yamask open up the door, and the Sawk comes inside -

Chase: (hops over) <Ah, good morning.>

Sawk: (holds up the box) <Delivery from Oblivia.>

Chase: <Excellent. Put the supplies over in the tunnel where we keep the supplies.>

Sawk: (nods) <Yes, sir.>