Route 10
(A Hawlucha leaps from gravestone to gravestone, looking for a fight.)
Hawlucha: <GAH! MIGHTY WRESTLER NEEDS FIGHTS, NOW!>
(He hops along the monuments to AZ's madness, but no Pokémon come out to battle. The Hawlucha thinks they're being cowards. In reality, he's now so much stronger than all the other Pokémon on the Route, even his fellow Hawlucha, that they consider it pointless to even try; most are holed up in their burrows, shaking their heads at the "mighty wrestler's" grammatically broken ranting.)
Hawlucha: <GYAAAAARGH! STUPID DUMB COWARD BABY USELESS STUPID STUPIDS! EEYYYAAAARFGH!>
(He leaps into the air, spins rapidly, then comes down on one of the graves like a ton of bricks. By doing this, he just happens to expose a certain Trainer, who stares at this new Pokémon with watery blue eyes...)
Hawlucha: (fighting pose) <TINY HUMAN! DO YOU WANT TO FIGHT ME? OR ARE YOU MORE COWARD?>
Tastes better on the way back down.Coumarine City, Customs Office
-Inside the building, Herbert is lead into a small interview room and sat down on one the chairs.-
Herbert: Listen, is this about the sword? Because I-
Officer: No, we have a special clause regarding passage of historical artifacts in and out of the region.
Herbert: Erm... if you say so, I suppose. I guess this is about my father, then?
-The officer raises an eyebrow.-
Officer: What about your father?
Herbert: ...Nothing. So, what am I here for, then?
Officer: The League is currently looking into some discrepancies regarding your trainer's license. We just need you to answer a few questions.
Herbert: ...Seriously? That's the only reason you dragged me off like that?
Officer: I'll let the League's invigilator explain things.
-She disappears into another room, and is replaced two minutes later by a man in a brown suit who sits opposite Herbert.-
Inspector: You are Lucius Cain, correct?
Herbert: ...You've already asked me this question.
Inspector: Just a formality, son. May I see your Trainer Card, please?
-Herbert silently digs around in his bag for a while until he finds his Trainer Card and hands it over to the inspector, who examines it for a while.-
Inspector: Hmm... everything appears to be as expected. You first received this Class B trainer's license in 2006, which was then upgraded to a Class C license in 2008. You successfully applied for a probationary-
Herbert: Okay, could we just skip past all the bureaucratic Tauroscrap and get to the point, please?
-The inspector narrows his eyes at Herbert, but doesn't reprimand him and instead starts flicking through his notebook.-
Inspector: You are currently in possession of a Scyther-line Pokemon nicknamed "Bishop", correct?
Herbert: Yeah.
Inspector: Said Pokemon has a training classification of D6 due to their status as a former Shadow Pokemon. This means that it is illegal for any trainer not in possession of a Class D license to keep him in captivity.
Herbert: ...Yes, but I have that license. I applied for one not long after I caught him, I should be-
Inspector: That was a probationary license lasting for a term of one year. It has since expired.
-Herbert takes a moment to jump to conclusions, then stands up.-
Herbert: I'm not letting you take Bishop.
Inspector: That's not your choice to make. This Pokemon has a history of violence and aggravated assault-
Herbert: Because he was tortured and brainwashed! You think he did all of that by choice?
Inspector: The classification is the same regardless of whether or not the Pokemon's actions were the result of their trainer's commands. What is important is avoiding a repeat of past actions.
Herbert: Bishop wouldn't hurt so much as a Rattata even if I ordered him to!
Inspector: So what you're saying is that you are unable to control your Pokemon?
Herbert: ...What? That isn't what I said at all! I've been training him for the last twelve months, I know him better than anyone! How hard is it to accept the idea that he might not be a merciless killing machine anymore?
-The inspector examines the fuming Herbert for a moment, before giving a small sigh and making a small note in his notebook.-
Inspector: ...There are a couple of methods that would allow you to legally keep this "Bishop" in your possession. The first would require you apply for a Class D license - an application which would most likely be unsuccessful, given your past history of borderline personality disorder.
Herbert: That's still on my record? I was diagnosed with that when I was about ten or something.
Inspector: And said diagnosis will likely persist until you undergo a psychiatric re-evaluation. Regardless, the course of action most likely to yield success would be to apply to have the D6 classification changed to a C16, which falls within the bounds of your license.
-Herbert slumps back down in his chair, the bureaucratic jargon practically washing over him by this point.-
Herbert: ...Fine. I'll do that.
Inspector: Very well then. You have two months to demonstrate that this "Bishop" poses no danger to others and is safe to keep in captivity. Is there anything else you wished to declare in the meantime?
Herbert: You tell me. You know my team, so are there any other Pokemon you're planning on confiscating from me?
Inspector: No, the rest are all perfectly within your limits.
-He glances down at his notebook again, then raises an eyebrow.-
Inspector: One minor anomaly that we wanted to bring up. This "Bishop" is no longer registered to your trainer ID. We've been treating this as a logistical error for the time being, but we'd appreciate an explanation.
-Herbert scowls.-
Herbert: You can ask the bitch who snagged him if you want one of those.
Inspector: ...Would you care to elaborate?
Herbert: Not particularly. It's a long story, and one that's not good for my blood pressure.
Inspector: I see. Be aware that you will be required to re-register him under your own ID at some point, then.
Herbert: Yeah... yeah, I know. Anyway, are there any other laws that I'm breaking at the moment, or...?
Inspector: No, that would appear to be everything. You're free to go.
-Herbert stands up and moves to leave, only to be stopped by the inspector raising a hand.-
Inspector: Oh, I almost forgot. One last thing. Our records indicate that you are still eligible to receive a Pokemon as part of the Pokepan starter Pokemon programme.
Herbert: Huh? I... well, I guess that makes sense, since I never did get an actual League starter back in Sinnoh.
Inspector: Well, if you want one, then head to Professor Sycamore's lab in Lumiose City. I'm sure you know the process goes.
Herbert: Indeed I do. I guess I'll stop by later, then.
-He heads out of the room and leaves the customs office, breathing a sigh of relief.-
edited 1st Jan '14 3:19:10 PM by Herbert40k
Aquacorde
But last I checked there's only 69 or so mons found mainly in Kalos. I suppose.
Aaron: -To Zoltan- <I'm a Chespin.>
Hugging a Vanillite will give you frostbite.Psyche has arrived in Lumiose. ~I shall get so lost here.~ She begins walking.
Laverre Town
She blinks. ~This place is cute.~ She continues walking.
Ecruteak Town
~I just left here!~
Laverre Town
~AWW COME ON.~
The Moon
~GASP~
7 Million Years ago
Psyche is chased by a bevy of Fossil mons. ~DEAR ARCEUS!~
Lumiose Pokemon Lab.
~I... I'm going to stay right here.~
"If I am to be met with disrespect, then I must first love myself with a fierceness no fool can take away." - Vraska, Gorgon assassinLumiose City - Outside
Valorie nodded in acknowledgment. "Gotcha. Well—I've got lots of plans to make and some gyms to beat. Good luck..!" she said before urging Sparkers off to the pokemon center. She had some things she needed to take care of before she tried this.
I dropped out of school to become a pokemon master, but then they pulled me right back in to get my doctorate!Coumarine City
-Herbert sighs as he emerges from the customs office and turns to Crewe.-
Herbert: Just a bunch of bureaucratic red tape to do with my trainer's license and everything. Apparently I've got two months to prove that Bishop's not a threat to society or he'll be taken away from me. But at least I didn't get arrested, so... that's something, I guess.
-He glances around.-
Herbert: Anyway, should we start seeing if we can find our way to Lumiose City?
Coumarine
What?! They can't take Bishop, he's awesome! But at least proving it'll be easy, right? I mean, Bishop is like the nicest guy ever.
-she looks around-
I have no idea how to get to Lumiose. Crow!
-she rounds on him-
I'm putting you in charge of finding our way there!
Victory! Honor! Destiny! Mutton!Route 6
Holly is wandering around. She has caught 6 Espurr at this point. "Your name is Fluffles, your name is Snuffles, your name is THE DARK LORD, your name is Cuddles, your name is Huggles, and your name is Danny~ :3"
"If I am to be met with disrespect, then I must first love myself with a fierceness no fool can take away." - Vraska, Gorgon assassinIs the chat down for anyone else?
Aquacorde
Aaron: -To Andre- <If you mean what type I am, I'm a Grass type.>
Hugging a Vanillite will give you frostbite.Yup.
Coumarine City
-Herbert sighs again.-
Herbert: Yeah, hopefully you're right... knowing my luck, though, he'll end up getting framed for murder or something a week before the deadline.
-He turns to Crow.-
Herbert: Anyway, you lead the way, since both of us have already been proven to have absolutely no sense of direction.
edited 1st Jan '14 3:36:09 PM by Herbert40k
[Ahhh, Lumiose City. One of the most gorgeous places that Yaiwen had seen in his travels.Nice and large and bustling, much, much different from Fallarbor, but still. His hands currently resting in his hoodie pockets, his dark green eyes scanning over the streets of the various people passing by him.]
Yaiwen: If anyone has any idea where I could go from here...it'd be here, that's for sure.
[He gives a slight affirmative nod to himself as he continues forward.]
Yaiwen: <Well, praying to Mew, Celebi and Jirachi, I can find some answers here...>

Aquacorde Town
"Aha... I knew there was something familiar about that face!" ^_^;
-Hearing DS-
"Heh, it really has been... Still been filling up that Pokedex of yours?"
-Bending down to pat Aaron-
"After all, you've got to admit that there's a lot of cute little guys roaming around in this region." ^_^
-Tilting head quizzically at the small, grassy hedgehog-
<Zoltan: "What is he anyways?">