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Post by Saint Fett on Aug 6, 2006 3:10:35 GMT -8
Manawydan Jones breathed deeply as he walked out of his front door. He placed his hands on the straps of his rucksack, reassuring himself that it was still there. He reached for the PokéBall on his belt, and released his Sentret, who dashed between his legs.
"Good girl, Fixture," he grinned. Fixture squeaked in reply.
Manawydan pulled a key from his pocket, and locked the door. He sighed, lost in memories. He placed the key in a small pocket on his rucksack. He wouldn't need it for some time.
And with that, he walked on. Without knowing entirely where he wanted to end up - only knowing that he'd had enough of life in Oldale Town.
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Post by Gardevoir Master on Aug 10, 2006 12:50:04 GMT -8
Crisis and her Gardevoir, Banshee, left Oldale's Pok?mon Center and made a bee-line for the Pok? Mart. A moment later the two walked out, still hand-in-hand, with Crisis' purchases in her backpack. Crisis dropped her skateboard to the ground and glided down the street on it with Banshee floating behind her.
Presently, the pair came upon Manawydan. They skated past him then swerved to a stop. With one foot on the ground, Crisis flipped her skateboard into an upright position held by her formerly free hand.
"Excuse me," she said, "Do you know where the nearest Pok?mon Gym is?"
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Post by Saint Fett on Aug 11, 2006 2:26:37 GMT -8
Manawydan smiled as he saw Crisis. He loved seeing young trainers, and they often passed through his home town.
"Trying to find a gym, eh?" he asked. "Nothing so exciting round these parts, I'm afraid."
"Surely there's a gym somewhere nearby," said Crisis.
"There's one in Petalburg," replied Manawydan. "The leader's quite tough, apparently. If you're interested, I was heading that way anyway."
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Post by Gardevoir Master on Aug 11, 2006 13:50:39 GMT -8
"I'm sure I can find my way anyway, but what the heck," Crisis said with a shrug. She and Banshee moved aside to let him pass. "Lead the way."
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Post by Saint Fett on Aug 11, 2006 17:59:13 GMT -8
"Alright then," said Manawydan. He started on his way towards the western part of town.
He began to whistle as he walked, in a bright mood now that he had some company. His journey into the wide, open world seemed a much more social event all of a sudden. His Sentret dashed between the two companions' legs as they walked.
Remembering his manners, Manawydan decided to strike up a conversation.
"So, tell me a bit about yourself," he said. "Where are you from? What are your plans?"
"I'm from Johto, originally," said Crisis. "And my immediate plans are to find a gym."
"Johto!" chortled Manawydan. "You've come a long way. I'm telling you, the world's a much smaller place than when I was a child." Not entirely certain whether or not Crisis would be offended by being referred to as a child, he quickly changed the subject. "But I mean, you must have some sort of ambition beyond the next gym. What are your overall plans?"
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Post by Gardevoir Master on Aug 13, 2006 14:45:19 GMT -8
Crisis carried her skateboard under her arm as she walked.
"I'm looking for someone," she said. "I guess you could say I'm trying to get a rematch. I want to show him I'm not the mere poser I was when we last met. I don't suppose you know of him? His name is Smasher and he's a skateboarder with a Marowak's helmet."
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Post by Saint Fett on Aug 13, 2006 14:49:32 GMT -8
"Never heard of him," said Manawydan. "Friend of yours?" He indicated her skateboard.
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Post by Gardevoir Master on Aug 13, 2006 16:24:34 GMT -8
"More like a rival, I guess," Crisis replied. "One of the best I ever fought. He totally made me rethink how I was training my Pok?mon, so I decided to start over with just Banshee here. Oh, yeah. I forgot to introduce myself. My name's Crisis."
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Post by Saint Fett on Aug 15, 2006 3:27:35 GMT -8
"Sorry, yes," said Manawydan. "My name's Manawydan."
"Unusual name," said Crisis politely.
"I'm not sure of its origin," he replied. "Either way, I don't have much of a story to tell, I'm afraid." He sighed. "What I wouldn't give to be ten years old again. Starting on a proper Pokémon journey, my whole life ahead of me."
"It's never too late for that," said Crisis, feeling a bit awkward. "I'm taking a second chance myself."
"I suppose you only ever really regret the things you didn't do."
For a while, they kept walking, silent.
"But still," said Manawydan. "We struggle ever onwards. This is Fixture, by the way."
The Sentret looked back briefly, responding to her name. Then, just as suddenly, she ran off again, and then back, and the on again.
"Energetic creature," smiled Crisis.
"She's from your part of the world originally," said Manawydan. "Johto. Some dealers visited Oldale a couple of years ago." He smiled. "Yeah, Johto has some brilliant Pokémon."
"Hoenn's not too bad either," said Crisis, indicating Banshee.
"Ah, but the best ones are the rare ones," said Manawydan sagely. "I've always wanted a Taillow. You know, nothing fancy, just a little one. But it's a toughie to find. And your Gardevoir here - I've lived here for most of my life, which is supposed to be a hotspot for catching Ralts, but I've seen three, maybe four, in the whole time I've been here."
"I was lucky," said Crisis. "I got Banshee in an egg. And you're saying I might otherwise never have even seen one?"
"Well," he said. "Maybe you'd have seen more. You're a trainer, after all." He stopped walking. "Mind you, we'll soon find out."
They'd arrived at Route 102.
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