Pokemon Blur - Prologue : The Fool
In the lively city of Aspertia, there was a boy that dreamt of being a hero.
Divine dragons of Truth and Ideals, heed the prayers of a foolish heart.
Before we embark on this dangerous quest, shower us with your grace so that we may have a safe journey.
...
The coming of spring is where many dreams would blossom alongside the flowers- following a harsh winter, the people of Flocessy wasted no time in tending to their lands and ranches, eager to see what the rest of the year will bring.
"February was colder than other years," Muses the town mayor. "I hear it was as cold as Sinnoh on a hot day."
From behind her teacup, a blonde laughs.
"Yes! That's what I've been telling Professor Juniper! We're experiencing temperatures never before seen in Unova- I wonder why that is?"
"It's easy to chalk it up to the times, little lass-"
He leans over to refill her teacup.
"-but the youth of today isn't gonna take that for an answer."
"And why would we? If something's up, we ought to be the ones to figure out why; not when you old folks are sitting about."
The blonde's companion, a girl with a massive ponytail, speaks from the window- she does not join the other two in their warm conversation, content with merely listening and occasionally quipping in every now and then.
"You have a point there,"
The mayor laughs.
"Ah, it's good to see you haven't lost your spark, Hilda. Still as abrasive as ever- it's a shame you've taken a break from the subway, Emmet thinks you're a wildcard."
Hilda rolls her eyes- but her companion smiles even brighter.
"Oh, she's been a delight to have around! I make sure she gets plenty of training done even while she's acting as my bodyguard in the field,"
"Bianca,"
"Sorry, sorry- that's for another time!"
Bianca giggles, setting down her teacup and tapping her fingers against the book on her lap.
"It's really nice to catch up with you, Mr. Alder. It's been, um, two years?"
"Two years."
Though the hue of the leaves remain the same, the winds have changed- his guests remain as they have, but the light in their eyes are different.
And speaking of guests.
"Where's your other friend? He was here a few minutes ago, wasn't he?"
"He went out for some fresh air," Hilda replies. "He's taking his Pokemon for a walk."
"The ranch outside of town is lovely- he told me he spent a good quarter of last year's spring season over there."
Alder's mouth makes an "o" shape as he recalls.
"He did, he did- how has he been, by the way?"
For all that she's chatted about today, Bianca finds herself unsure of what to say.
Finally, she picks a word.
"Different-"
And as predicted, Hilda immediately adds "-but better than before."
That's all Alder could ask for- and it was far better news than what he was expecting.
"Okay, that's good. I admit, I wasn't sure what they were thinking when they told me they wanted him in this position, but-"
He glances at the framed picture on the wall- one of him with a group of four youths, wide-eyed and brimming with potential.
"Perhaps you kids can dream of things us grown-ups can't."
He himself hadn't lost the will to dream- but with the reality before him, he had to set aside certain expectations.
That's what it meant to be the Pokemon Champion after all.
An air of melancholy hovers over them as the conversation takes a more somber route- Bianca looks down at her teacup, smile still present, but stiffer than what it usually was.
And Hilda, looking outside the window, speaks up again.
"Guess we're gonna lose that ability soon in a couple of years, huh, Beebs?"
"Oh, hopefully not, Hilly- not with the research I've been doing."
Alder spots an opportunity to talk about something else- this quiet, tense atmosphere was something he didn't want in his house after all.
"Oh? Working hard with Fennel too?"
"You bet! Say, do you wanna know about the effects of Dream Mist- beyond what we know now?"
As the conversation picks up again, Hilda sighs, back leaned against the wall as she gazes out into the blue sky.
They had a few more hours to kill before they were expected to head to Aspertia- and it wasn't like she hated hearing Bianca's voice anyway.
...
"I'm all set, mom!"
She hears the excited footsteps clamoring downstairs, the clicking of plastic and jingling of bells- a collection of keychains.
She exits from her chores in the bathroom, removing her rubber gloves- and is horrified to see the atrocity standing before her.
"Bye bye! I'll make sure to give you a call!"
"Now, wait just a minute!"
She grabs him by the scruff of his jacket, just as he's about to pass by her- and stares incredulously.
In the home of Marianne Blake, things were in an uproar- the day had finally arrived, when her only son would receive a Pokemon of his own from an esteemed professor.
Or at least, the professor's assistant- she was quite a busy woman, she could not be blamed.
Such should be a cause for celebration- but here she was, arguing with her child before he even stepped foot outside.
"Anak, you can't be serious," Marianne takes a good look at him, head to toe.
"Why? What's wrong with it?"
"What- anak,"
She rubs her temples, sighing deeply.
"What even are you wearing? There's a spare backpack for you to use, a much more protective cap- and is that a rash guard you're wearing under your clothes?!"
"I might want to take a dip! You never know!"
"Nathaniel, you better not be leaving the house like that!"
Through the argument, the small boy grinned mischievously at his mother's exasperation, his little cat-smile never leaving his face.
"Crazy, because that's exactly what I'm going to do!"
"Nathaniel!"
"Mamaaaa, who cares what I wear out there? This classifies as acceptable travel gear, you know!"
"Just because it's acceptable- go change into something else before you're late!"
Now came his whine- and his Lillipup eyes.
"You're making me run late here! What will Ms. Alabaster say? That I kept my future partner waiting because I was busy coordinating my outfit?"
She opens her mouth to argue- but groans.
"Ugh, fine, fine. Do whatever you like. I suppose if you think that's fit for travel-"
She looks down at the worn pair of crocs.
"-but at the very least, take these."
Her son tilts his head like a confused dog, wondering what else she has to give besides an additional scolding- but to his surprise, she digs out a box from underneath the staircase.
"I was saving this for your birthday, but since your journey is starting today, you might as well make use of it now."
Opening the box, she reveals a pair of red running shoes, ankle-length- the same ones she knew her son had been eyeing.
"Happy early birthday, Nathaniel- now put these on and go look for Ms. Alabaster."
"Mamaaaaa, thank you!"
He wasted no time settling into his shoes, tapping them against the floor as he felt himself almost standing in the air.
They were a perfect fit.
"Now, remember what I taught you-"
"Yeah, yeah! I get it!"
He opens the screen door with a bang- and promptly terrifies his family's pet Delcatty and her Skitty, awakening them from their slumber.
"Be wise with money, avoid shady characters- and have fun!"
"And come home when you're lost," She reminds him. "If you can't find your way forward-"
"Then I'll retrace my steps back from square one!"
Looking up at the big blue sky, he felt the first page of his journey being written for historians to see.
"Just my style!"
Sprinting out of his house with a loud cheer, Marianne leans against the doorframe with a look of worry- one that quickly melts once she realizes who exactly she is being fussy over.
Still.
From the distance, she hears him yelling.
"Look out, world! Nate's gonna take you by surprise!"
"Dragons,"
She shakes her head.
"Please make sure he doesn't get himself in trouble."
...
The bell of Floccesy Town tolls, it's chimes echoing throughout the area.
The Mareep bleat at the sound, and nearby Riolu peer front underneath the tall grass.
From within a hidden grotto, a figure wrapped in a gray cardigan prays in the shade of the trees-
And a gust of wind overtakes them, as the nests of Pidove and Tranquil resting on the branches soar to the skies.
They cover their face, steadying their ground,
And the ribbon wrapped around their collar unravels, carried by the wind.
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Pokemon Blur - Chapter 2 : The High Priestess
At a ranch in Floccesy, a bleeding heart is found.
Divine dragons of Truth and Ideals, heed the prayers of a foolish heart.
Give us the strength to seek hope in despair, to unite when divided.
...
It was already nearing noon- but Bianca knew that she would have a long day ahead of her regardless, so she took what little rest she could in-between, savoring the quietness of the Pokemon Center; even in a far-away place like this, far from her home of Nuvema, there was at least someplace familiar.
The quietness doesn't last long, however- not when the shrill voice of a young girl rings through the air, disrupting the rest of the patrons.
"Hey, hey! You're miss Bianca Alabaster, aren't you?!"
Bianca readies herself mentally with a sip of her hot chocolate- this conversation could go two ways.
Either this was a young girl who had seen her league challenge two years ago, or she was one of those studious children that had taken note of Bianca's recent appearances in television as she climbed her way into the ranks of the scientific community for her recent discoveries.
No matter what, Bianca remained cordial- and forced a sweet smile on her lips as she lifted her head. "Oh, what can I do for-"
A hand is lifted out in front of her.
"You gave Natey a Pokedex, didn't you? I want one too!"
..or perhaps, it could go a third way.
"Rosa!"
A boy comes running in through the doors, bowing his head and apologizing to those he meets- and grabs the feisty girl by the ear, cheeks flushed red.
"Rosa, that's rude! I told you to wait until she came out!"
"Ugh, but she's taking forever! Hugh-"
Quickly, she assesses the scene happening before her; a girl with a pair of buns atop her head, a shiny new Xtransceiver on her wrist, and a hastily clasped Pokeball strap around the handle of her bag. The boy behind her, slightly taller but just as baby-faced, had hair like a Qwilfish and eyes as piercing as a Gigalith's.
Seeing their muddied shoes and matching jackets- one from an outdoor brand, she recalls from one of Hilda's magazine, she comes to a conclusion.
"Oh! You two- are you Pokemon Trainers?"
The boy- Hugh, was caught off guard by her question. Rosa, however, shoves him off of her and squeals in excitement, her eyes sparkling.
"Yes we are! Well, we just got our licenses last winter, but-"
Now she holds both of her palms out.
"We heard you were coming to give our friend his first Pokemon and a Pokedex! We figured you'd be willing to give us some too! The professor needs all the help she can get, right?"
Straight to the point; so unlike Bianca when she was her age.
She liked this girl.
"Rosa!"
"Come on, Hughy! It's not that bad to ask!"
"We can just share Nate's-!"
"Is that all you need?" Bianca interrupts. "If that's the case, I can just ask the professor. She's not really too strict about who gets one and who doesn't- truthfully, it's rare when trainers approach us, so we'd really appreciate all the help we can get when completing the Pokedex-"
"Oh, I don't really care about that part."
"Rosa!"
Bianca blinks.
"Maybe Natey does, and so does everyone- but I wanna use the Pokedex to, you know, learn about Pokemon and their moves. And Hughy here wants to-"
"That's enough!"
Covering her mouth with a gloved hand, he locks her head in his arm and tries to drag her out of Bianca's sight.
"Wait, wait, wait-"
And obediently, Hugh stops in his tracks, while Rosa struggles to break free from his grip.
"It's- it's alright, Hugh was it? It's fine, I promise! It's true the professor markets the role of a Pokedex holder for data completion, but-"
She digs out her own Pokedex from her bag- an older model from two years ago, with a cracked screen and a few bumps and bruises.
What stood out to the two kids, however, was the lower part of the Pokedex- slightly charred, and not from a simple fire-type move.
"-really, it's.. more of the professor's own way of getting kids to set out on a journey, especially those who don't plan on taking the league challenge."
The two kids look at each other for a bit.
"Oh! But of course, it's for learning too! You don't need to complete the Pokedex if you don't want to, but-"
"Then that settles it!"
With a wide grin, Rosa closes the space between her and Bianca, pushing herself up on the coffee table as Hugh tried to yank her off by the hood of her jacket.
"Please, please, pleaaaaaase Miss Bianca! I'd really like a Pokedex of my own, and Hughy does too-"
"Shut up!"
"-so can we please have one? We'll make sure Natey completes his, I promise!"
Most of the patrons seemed to have gone back to doing their own thing. Bianca could only assume that whatever was going on, and who these two kids were, it was a normal occurrence in the city of Aspertia.
She couldn't help but laugh at the familiarity- almost two years ago, she had done the same over Professor Juniper's desk, as her friends tried to pull her away and apologize for her enthusiasm.
"Well, as the professor says,"
She takes out a couple papers from her briefcase, where two of the remaining Pokeballs resided.
"The more the merrier!"
...
Another Lillipup falls to the power of his starter's Ember, something that Nate had been cheering over a few battles earlier.
But, as his Tepig gets stronger and learns more moves, Nate finds himself in a dilemma in the midst of his training in Floccesy Ranch, something that Bianca recommended he do first as a bonding exercise with his starter.
"Hey, Tepig,"
The little Pokemon snorts up at him curiously, wondering why it was no longer basking in praise as it was over an hour ago.
"I don't think we're gonna catch any Pokemon like this."
It doesn't seem to particularly care, however- it's too busy celebrating its consecutive victory, and Nate would too, if he could use any of the Pokeballs that he had been given.
..well, he had, but-
"Missed shots. And if they did land, the Pokemon would break free," He groaned. "And when we try to weaken 'em up, you end up going all out!"
Tepig raises its nose out at him.
"Don't sass me! Miss Bianca asked us to catch Pokemon too, you know! Winning battles ain't the only thing a trainer can do!"
"Bwark!"
Both trainer and Pokemon turn their heads to the sudden noise, much bigger than the cries of other Pokemon they've heard in the ranch.
Not too far from where they were was a Herdier, its posture alert, but not quite hostile.
"Wait, a Herdier?"
He glances at his Pokedex's habitat feature for a second.
"They're not common 'round here. You're not a wild Pokemon, are you?"
The Herdier glances at him almost expectantly. Nate would know if it was expecting a treat, or even a pat.
But with the way it was waiting, it seemed to be calling Nate over for something.
Nate and his Tepig glanced at each other for a moment with the same dumbfounded expression- but Tepig returned to sniffing the tall grass for more opponents to fight, eager to stroke its ego.
With a sigh, Nate rose from his spot on the grass.
"Alright, you stay there. I'll go help this little guy out, alright?"
And as expected, as soon as Nate started making his way to the Herdier, it turned around and started trotting deeper into the ranch.
...
Somewhere in the ranch, a figure clad in black- a shadow with no vessel, stands before a sleeping body in the grass.
Hands on their chest, their skin deathly pale, a red ribbon on their collar blowing in the wind- they looked like a corpse.
The shadow crouches before them, eyeing the pin they wore on their cardigan- the pin of a league member, specifically, a gym leader.
"It would be easy to just grab you like this, but-"
Almost on cue, their Xtransceiver begins to ring- and he hears the sound of a ship from the distance, all the way at Virbank City.
Glancing at the body one more time, they sneer as they disappear in a puff of smoke.
"-you'll find your way back to us, just as the legends foretold."
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