Pokemon RP IC Thread

[Eggy216]

Professor Gary Oak stood and began to organize his lab. He was expecting visitors later, and wanted to be prepared for them. He lined up rows of potential starter pokemon that new trainers could choose from before starting their journey. He organized them into three groups - a fire-type group, a water-type group, and a grass-type group. Each trainer who came to him that day would get to choose one of them, and one of them might be able to someday become the next Pokemon master.

He walked over to the computer and begin to scroll through the day's news. He found yet another article comparing him to his father. He looked at the headline: "Will Professor Gary Oak Ever Live Up To His Father's Legacy?" With disgust he closed down the computer. He gazed at the photo on his desk of himself, the Pokemon League Champion, immediately after he'd defeated the Elite Four, and just before he had lost to his old rival. A failure. That's what he'd been considered by all. But that title would not follow him much longer.

He sat behind the table littered with Pokeballs, and waited for the new trainers to arrive.

[North American Republics]

Monterio walked into Professor Oak's lab with his black leather jacket, sunglasses still on his face, and his hands in his pockets. Strutting towards Professor Oak, Monterio quickly glanced at the balls on the table. They were your average kind of ball, red on top and white on the bottom, but within them, he knew, were some pokemon.

"Hey Oak, how's about you give me one of those pokemon in those balls? Seems like you have more than you need there," Monterio said to Oak. "If you've gots any charmanders in there, could you point to it?"

Monterio, after being told by Oak that he could only take it if he would help with some research and after a lengthy lecture about pokemon morality, grabbed the pokeball with the charmander in it and started towards the door.

Monterio turned around to Oak and told him as he backed out of the lab, "Old man, you are going to be so glad that you let me have him. See ya!"

[Goncar]

As Oak walked back in, he noticed Austin standing by the poke balls. He walked over to his computer and yet Austin didn't stir. He was clearly fascinated by the red and white balls. Oak let boy stare on. After about 15 minutes, he noticed that he was fixated on one and one only. It was the poke ball that contained a Mudkip. Oak asked "Would you like that Pokemon?"

Austin broke from his constant stare and replied " Of course sir!".

Oak handed the poke ball to Austin ran all the way home.

[Administrator]

(OOC: So I hear you like mudkipz)

[Avaerilon]

"...and then it's on your right as you come from the jetty."
Said the e-mail Aubrey had been sent by Professor Oak. Not that it was difficult to find the lab, being the only large building in Pallet Town, with a huge sign hanging outside. He walked off the jetty, as the boat was being moored by the ferryman, and sauntered towards the lab.

Apparently, his test scores had impressed Professor Oak, and he'd sealed the deal after making a speech at a conference venue arguing for stricter laws to protect Pokemon from people like Team Rocket. Aubrey smiled, remembering when the man had rushed towards him with a file full of papers, waving it in his face, and excitedly demanding that he would come to visit him sometime. Even if Aubrey hadn't been that interested in Pokemon, no-one in their right mind would refuse the opportunity to meet Gary Oak.

"Ah, you must be Aubrey,"
Said a bespectacled man in a lab coat, just outside the main door.
"Come with me, the Prof's inside right now."
Aubrey followed the aide, with his long leather jacket flapping in the air conditioned entrance hall.
"We're really glad you came; the Prof's said quite a few talented young guys like you are showing up all of a sudden. Should get interesting, right?"
Aubrey chuckled and nodded his head. Maybe he'd get to train a Pokemon for a bit, or at least see a collection of exciting, rare ones. Hopefully Professor Oak had some water types; Aubrey liked them best.

The aide gestured towards the end of the lab room, where there was a huge set of bookcases, crammed-full of books on Pokemon, and then a large desk at the end.
"Go right ahead."
Aubrey walked onwards, gazing in awe at the sheer volume of works around him.

"Ah! You're here already! Er- what was you name again?"
The Professor was obviously his famous father's son. Aubrey smiled.
"Aubrey, Professor."
"Ah yes! We met yesterday in the- or was it- maybe last-? Oh, never mind! You're here for this!"
Exclaimed Oak, opening a locked drawer in his desk and taking out what looked like a red e-reader.
"Er, I'm not really a fan of e-books, P-"
"Oh, this is no silly e-book!"
Cried Oak.
"This is my father's invention, improved by me, of course! This is Pokedex- or one of them, anyway. I forget how many I made."

Aubrey took it form Oak's outstretched hand, the red device comfortable in his hand.
"It's... amazing. It's an index of every single Pokemon I find, isn't it?"
"Good man! Yes, whenever you come across a Pokemon, this device takes info from it. However, you need to actually catch a Pokemon to get access to the full data."
"That makes sense. And I suppose it keeps SilphCo. happy."
Oak chuckled.
"Yes, that's always a bonus."

"Well, can I ask you about the book you wrote on-"
"There's no time for that, now!"
Interrupted Oak.
"Here, this is a present for you."

Aubrey stared in amazement; there was a Pokeball on the table... for him!
"What... what's in it?"
"Oh, you'll have to find out. I picked one I knew you'd like..."
Aubrey took hold of the object. It felt light and yet weighty at the same time. It was incredibly to imagine there was actually a living animal in here.

He pressed the centre button, aiming the face of the ball at the floor in-front of him. A red flash and-

"Squirtle! Squirtle! Sqiur-squir!"

It was a little Squirtle! The little turtle Pokemon turned to look at him, smiled and then held out it's arms.

"Squirtle?"

Aubrey beamed, and picked it up, gently. It hugged him. He hugged it back.

"He hasn't got any sort of a name yet."
"Hmm... I'll call him 'Baz.'"
"Baz? Nice name."

Baz seemed to like the name.

"B-b-baz?"
"Baz."
"BAAAAZZZZ!"

Aubrey laughed.

"Well, I think you know what to do."
"Okay. I guess I do. I never thought... but then,this is Pokemon, after all."
"I had a dream, Aubrey. But I lost it because I was callous and arrogant. Don't let the same happen to you."
"Don't worry, Professor- nothing will stop me taking care of this Pokemon, even if I end up hanging around with a pack of weird bug-catchers in Viridian Forest."

With a last grin, Aubrey put Squirtle back in the Pokeball, and walked off, with a considerable spring in his step.

[Deleted]

Mahogany, while trying to control his brand new running shoes, ran into the building. He stopped running when he tripped over the young lady giving tours throughout the Poké Lab.

"Woops, sorry." Said Mahogany, embarassed.

"Accidents happen." Said the aid. "But you made me drop this pokeball that i was delivering to Professor Oak!"

A second later Mahogany felt himself being jumped on by this little plant thing. He got up and screamed like a little girl.

"What is that!?" Screamed Mahogany.

"Why, that is a Pokémon. A Snivy to be exact. I think it likes you, it doesn't do that to anyone else." Answered Oak's Aid, standing up and brushing herself off.

Snivy was holding onto Mahogany's leg just the same as a little kid would do to his father. Just then, Professor Oak came in and asked why his aid was taking so long. Then he realized that Snivy was on Mahogany's jeans.

"You can keep him if you want to..." Said Oak.

"Really? Oh my good golly gosh gee, Thanks!" Replied Mahogany.

"Would you like to give your Pokémon a name?" Asked Oak's Aid.

"Sure." Replied Mahogany. "I'll name him Coman."

"What a wonderful name." Replied Professor Oak.

Snivy crawled up Mahogany's back and sat on his shoulder.

Professor Oak explained to Mahogany the importance of being a pokemon trainer. He told Mahogany to quote on quote "Catch 'em All" and "Become the Pokemon Champion"

Mahogany really had no idea what the hell Professor Oak was talking about, but he soon would.
Mahogany skipped home with Coman on his shoulder while singing Lollipop, Lollipop...

[Goncar]

Azerzia: yep, second fav!