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Well, I'm brand new to here, but I've started my first written nuzlocke. It's a randomized nuzlocke, so I had to come up with a unique way to explain why my character was getting these pokemon, and this is what I came up with. I'll post the little blip under a spoiler tag so this won't be a giant post. (Also, my character is extremely Russian.)
Ivanna entered the Pokemon Center and dropped off Vinko with the nurse. Vinko collapsed tiredly, huffing as he finally got to relax after she had used him so heavily in the forest. Vaska denied the chance, preferring to stay perched on her shoulder as she approached the corner where a man stood behind a counter. Curiously, the mailroom was vacant of trainers getting care packages from their mothers.
"Hello," the man said, "how can I help you?"
She put her trainer ID down on the counter with a click. "My name is Ivanna Moisey. I am here to pick up package."
He smiled broadly then, saying, "Ah, Miss Moisey! Your package came in just this morning!" He hurried into the back, and Ivanna could see several shelves lined with packages for the pokemon center and the passing trainers. "I think it's just great what you're doing," he called out to her as he searched. "I used to battle once upon a time, and I had a Hitmonlee that I had to give up when he got a leg injury. Sadly, I didn't make it that far through the league, I crashed and burned at the fourth gym," and he was suddenly back with a square box, "which was a real shame. If I had been thinking ahead, I would have kept my Hitmonlee regardless of his injury. I still wonder whatever happened to him. Anyways, if you'll just sign right here."
Ivanna could only blink uncomfortably at his torrent of words, and she shifted under his undeserved praise of her. She signed for the package and said, "Thank you," intending on beating a hasty retreat, but his voice followed her with, "We need more trainers like you in the world! Thank you!"
Ivanna did her best to ignore him as well as Vaska's sideways glance. Instead, she walked to the back of the Pokemon Center and found a vacant table. Sitting down, Ivanna took out a pocket knife and cut the tape on the cardboard. Vaska hopped onto the table, cocking his head curiously as she revealed two pokeballs, two folders, and an extensive note on top complete with a card attached to it. She unfolded the paper first, and it said:
Dear Ivanna Moisey,
Thank you for choosing to participate with Homes for Disabled Pokemon! HDP is a program devoted to finding homes for unwanted or disadvantaged pokemon that have been handicapped through birth, trainer battling or other causes.
Enclosed are your HDP associate card and the pokeballs of the first two pokemon of your new journey. Clear information and instructions are provided for the history and future care of your pokemon. If any pokemon require medication, HDP will provide the cost as sponsorship. If there are further questions, please call 75-388-67 or contact us at [email protected] for more information.
Sincerely,
Homes for Disabled Pokemon
President Dashi
Peeling the HDP ID from the page, Ivanna added it to her billfold without a word and picked up the two folders. She flipped them open, and her eyes skimmed past the Snubbull and instead landed greedily on the other pokemon.
"Axew?" she breathed in shock. Who in the world wouldn't want an Axew? Knowing her luck, it would be brain dead or incompetent. Flipping the folder open, Vaska leaning over with interest in the dragon type, she began to read.
Her blue eyes widened like planets. It was a SHINY Axew! Why in the world wouldn't someone want this pokemon? Even if it couldn't battle, shinies were known to be able to hop into the world of acting with nothing more than a flash of their abnormal color. People PAID for shinies, and they paid very well for shinies.
Ivanna read quickly. Mischievous and unable to be controlled . . . she could handle whatever bad personality it had. And, ah, she was a wild pokemon that had been presumably mauled by the mother. Shinies never lasted long in the wild because of the instinct for mothers to kill the falsely colored child. A shiny color meant they couldn't hide from predators. Shinies brought danger upon themselves in the wild.
Mauled . . . The Axew was lopsided. One of her tusks had been ripped out completely. Her right tusk had been clawed off as well as her right hand, and a substantial amount of her scales. Ivanna considered this. Even if she was lopsided and theoretically had a blind spot on her right, the Axew was absolutely capable of battling.
"I can't believe ve lucked up like this," Ivanna said to Vaska, pushing the folder his way. She glanced over the Snubbull in the meantime. Mildred the Snubbull, used to have a family that couldn't deal with her and gave her up to HDP . . . Extreme social anxiety and panic attacks. Lovely.
Vaska hummed lowly in appreciation. "Dragon is perfect. She'll have to vatch right side, but dragon is dragon. Vhat is other?"
"Snubbull," she told him. She arched a brow. "Anxiety and panic attacks. Try not to look at her."
Vaska reared his head back in amusement at her jibe, but offered up nothing in his defense. Releasing both pokemon so she could see them, they formed from the red light in drastically different postures—the Axew looked her right in the eye while the Snubbull shrank as small as possible.
Spoiler:
Ivanna entered the Pokemon Center and dropped off Vinko with the nurse. Vinko collapsed tiredly, huffing as he finally got to relax after she had used him so heavily in the forest. Vaska denied the chance, preferring to stay perched on her shoulder as she approached the corner where a man stood behind a counter. Curiously, the mailroom was vacant of trainers getting care packages from their mothers.
"Hello," the man said, "how can I help you?"
She put her trainer ID down on the counter with a click. "My name is Ivanna Moisey. I am here to pick up package."
He smiled broadly then, saying, "Ah, Miss Moisey! Your package came in just this morning!" He hurried into the back, and Ivanna could see several shelves lined with packages for the pokemon center and the passing trainers. "I think it's just great what you're doing," he called out to her as he searched. "I used to battle once upon a time, and I had a Hitmonlee that I had to give up when he got a leg injury. Sadly, I didn't make it that far through the league, I crashed and burned at the fourth gym," and he was suddenly back with a square box, "which was a real shame. If I had been thinking ahead, I would have kept my Hitmonlee regardless of his injury. I still wonder whatever happened to him. Anyways, if you'll just sign right here."
Ivanna could only blink uncomfortably at his torrent of words, and she shifted under his undeserved praise of her. She signed for the package and said, "Thank you," intending on beating a hasty retreat, but his voice followed her with, "We need more trainers like you in the world! Thank you!"
Ivanna did her best to ignore him as well as Vaska's sideways glance. Instead, she walked to the back of the Pokemon Center and found a vacant table. Sitting down, Ivanna took out a pocket knife and cut the tape on the cardboard. Vaska hopped onto the table, cocking his head curiously as she revealed two pokeballs, two folders, and an extensive note on top complete with a card attached to it. She unfolded the paper first, and it said:
Dear Ivanna Moisey,
Thank you for choosing to participate with Homes for Disabled Pokemon! HDP is a program devoted to finding homes for unwanted or disadvantaged pokemon that have been handicapped through birth, trainer battling or other causes.
Enclosed are your HDP associate card and the pokeballs of the first two pokemon of your new journey. Clear information and instructions are provided for the history and future care of your pokemon. If any pokemon require medication, HDP will provide the cost as sponsorship. If there are further questions, please call 75-388-67 or contact us at [email protected] for more information.
Sincerely,
Homes for Disabled Pokemon
President Dashi
Peeling the HDP ID from the page, Ivanna added it to her billfold without a word and picked up the two folders. She flipped them open, and her eyes skimmed past the Snubbull and instead landed greedily on the other pokemon.
"Axew?" she breathed in shock. Who in the world wouldn't want an Axew? Knowing her luck, it would be brain dead or incompetent. Flipping the folder open, Vaska leaning over with interest in the dragon type, she began to read.
Her blue eyes widened like planets. It was a SHINY Axew! Why in the world wouldn't someone want this pokemon? Even if it couldn't battle, shinies were known to be able to hop into the world of acting with nothing more than a flash of their abnormal color. People PAID for shinies, and they paid very well for shinies.
Ivanna read quickly. Mischievous and unable to be controlled . . . she could handle whatever bad personality it had. And, ah, she was a wild pokemon that had been presumably mauled by the mother. Shinies never lasted long in the wild because of the instinct for mothers to kill the falsely colored child. A shiny color meant they couldn't hide from predators. Shinies brought danger upon themselves in the wild.
Mauled . . . The Axew was lopsided. One of her tusks had been ripped out completely. Her right tusk had been clawed off as well as her right hand, and a substantial amount of her scales. Ivanna considered this. Even if she was lopsided and theoretically had a blind spot on her right, the Axew was absolutely capable of battling.
"I can't believe ve lucked up like this," Ivanna said to Vaska, pushing the folder his way. She glanced over the Snubbull in the meantime. Mildred the Snubbull, used to have a family that couldn't deal with her and gave her up to HDP . . . Extreme social anxiety and panic attacks. Lovely.
Vaska hummed lowly in appreciation. "Dragon is perfect. She'll have to vatch right side, but dragon is dragon. Vhat is other?"
"Snubbull," she told him. She arched a brow. "Anxiety and panic attacks. Try not to look at her."
Vaska reared his head back in amusement at her jibe, but offered up nothing in his defense. Releasing both pokemon so she could see them, they formed from the red light in drastically different postures—the Axew looked her right in the eye while the Snubbull shrank as small as possible.