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You were a child of a great Salamance. You were the child of the dragon. You were the next generation of Air-borne powerhouses and you were the next to rule the skies. Yet, your passion to do so would have to be reached by hard training and prevailing through challenge after challenge until you proved yourself strong enough to evolve into a beast that would be Salamance.

You were in Nym Forest, part of the great continent of Tohea. The weather currently was bitterly, and uncomfortably cold yet most Pokémon that could survive the weather were busy living their lives; the weak went into hiding. Which group you would belong into would be determined soon enough by mother nature herself. Most Pokémon sensed a blizzard coming pretty damn soon, and if you could survive one of the worst winter storms this year then you could make it through until summer, your season to shine.

There was an endless sea of trees and vegetation drowned by snow and ice. There was no current snowfall yet proof of past downpours laid on the ground in the form a a thick blanket that covered the lands of Tohea. You were on your own from this point on and you would have to learn to cope with all the difficulties and such, especially finding your own food to store away for the winter. Scarcity due to the weather would start soon so scavenging now would be a great start to your journey.
 
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The boat that was taking you from your old home to Tohea. The ship docked in the small port town known as Ayer. It was a peaceful and quaint town despite the fact that this was the town that many trainers, some young, some old, some experienced, some just starting out, came to visit for various reasons. Once the ship was secured at the dock, the man in charge of the boat announced the arrival at Ayer, bid you and the other passengers Farewell, and prompted everyone to get off the boat.

You and the other passengers were hastily led out of the boat and into town, where many people had wandered off in different directions. You had finally reached Tohea Island where you would escape your dreadful past and begin anew. Ayer was the best place to start that new life.

While the arrival in Tohea was a joyous occasion, the weather was not as welcoming. Snow was not falling from the sky right now but much of the town is covered by a blanket of snow. To accompany the snow, there were also a few chilly drifts here and there. Many of the citizens of the town were indoors avoiding the cold temperatures. Tourists in the town were either outside, exploring the town or heading towards a certain building in the town known as Lori's Bed & Breakfast.

The choice was your's. Either you could walk around town, head indoors to get warm, or do whatever else you want to do.
 
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I'm requesting a spriter from basically anywhere to possibly sprite these. I plan on using them for another site, but depending on how well-done they are, I may submit them here as well. (Slightly modified from the other site's) Naturally, I will give the spriter credit wherever their artwork appears.

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Raven 1: Just a young, cute-looking raven with eyes similar to Swablu's or Starly's, and with the basic build of a young bird with feathers and wings of a deep purple/ebony color (By young bird, I'm talking like Pidgey, Starly, Taillow, etc.). Try to make the beak sort of cute-looking, and have a cute tuft of feathers at the top of its head, if possible. This bird also has a triangle of a really light purple on its forehead. The feet are much like Pidgey's. This one has tailfeathers, so you can make those look like whatever you think looks good, as long as they're the same shade of purple.

Raven 2: The evo of Raven 1. This one still has feathers of vaguely the same color, but now it's a bigger size sort of like a Swellow, Pidgeotto, or Staravia. It's eyes still remain cute-looking, but the beak is slightly cruel-looking and the triangle has moved down to this bird's chest. Unlike normal birds, this one has two sets of legs; The legs and feet in question look similar to its previous evolution's, only these are a black color with little, sharp-looking claws at the ends of them. It still has the same triangle on its head, only now, there's two overlapping triangles there. There's also a set of wings on this thing's back, naturally. The tail feathers on this one are slightly longer and curve a little at the ends.

Raven 3: The final evo of this line. Unlike the previous two, this bird's a little humanoid, with a black sage's robe covering most of his body (only the head, feet, and hands are visible). Imprinted on the robe are three intertwined light purple-colored triangles. It's head represents that of the previous evolution (with the same color of feathers), and now the eyes have become a solid light purple color. Oh, and did I mention that a third eye of this color is in the middle of its head where the triangles used to be? Now it has two pairs of wings jutting out from behind its robes. There are no tail feathers on this bird. (They're under the robe) It's showing hands and feet are humanoid, but still black-colored and bird-like, with claws. As for the beak, it's sort of cruel-looking like the last one. Try to make this one have a wise, yet frightening feel about it.


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White. That was all I could see. Just white...

Slowly, my eyes adjusted and other things began to materialize out of the brilliance.

Great, tall things surrounded me. Their collosal hides were dark and rough, and lined with crevises. High above, they split into arms and many smaller fingers and flowed onward, reaching for the sky. Yet, they did not move; and their wiry fingers were covered with a beautiful glitter. It was as if the stars were roosting in the giants' great arms.

I had never seen anything like these beings, and to be surrounded by so many was completely new to me. I cautiously approached one of them, hoping not to wake it from its apparent slumber. But, as soon as I stepped toward the strange giant, I leapt back in shock.

Something had bitten my foot! I looked down. Nothing but white was there. Carefully, I stepped forward again, watching where I walked. I jumped back once more as something stung my foot. Nothing was there! I bent low and touched the white with my short claw. I withdrew it quickly in pain. I had never encountered white like this before! It stung to the touch. I had eaten white eggshells, and they did not sting. I had eaten white flying things and they did not hurt either. But this! This was entirely new!

I bent low and smelled the white. It smelled like water. But water had never bitten me before. I could only wonder what the white really was.

I looked at the giant in front of me once more. I looked up at its reaching arms. There, clutched within the grasp of its thin fingers, was more white. In fact, the white was everywhere. All of the giants were holding it. Even as I watched, some let the white drop to the ground. I could see that moving around was going to be difficult... or painful.

If these giants were going to keep throwing the white on the ground, I would have to find somplace away from the giants. I pushed through the white, it seered my skin and bit me to the very core. But I endured it, and finally made my way to the giant. I took a great whif of the giant, allowing its deep scent to fill my nostrils. It smelled similar to the plants that grew around my home cave. But, it also smelled deeper and mustier. Having acquired the scent of the giants, I hastened back to where was before.

However, I began to feel a singeing all around my body. It was like the air itself was chewing into my skin. So even the air was dangerous here.

Once I arrived at my previous place, I raised my nose to the air. I took several inhalations of the air, turning as I did. The air flowed in, stinging my throat and nose. The smell of the giants perforated the air around me. But, it was weaker in one general direction than in the other. It was in this direction that I began to walk. I tried to avoid as much white as I could, only stepping where it seemed shallow, or where ther was none at all. I thought that if I could make it away from these giants, I would be able to escape all of this painful white...
 
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White, white, white. Snow has fallen, all around you.....
Ok, so you have discovered "snow" and "trees", which are what the big giant things are. You know....trees exist everywhere, so how on earth you never knew what they are is beyond me.

You wandered for awhile, the snow biting at your feet and the air stinging your body. It was slow going, you were REALLY cold, and what with Dragons weak to the cold, you weren't actually going no place fast.
You wandered along, more "giant things" dropping "white stuff" on you as you went. But apart from that....nothing. Nothing exciting happened at all as you wandered. At least, not until something small, brown and furry skittered along your path. Something that looked like a furry pig.
It was shuffling along through the snow, not feeling the snow nor the cold. And why should it? It was a creature of ice. It could withstand with ease the temperature you could not.

So far, the Snorunt hasn't noticed you. Speak to it, attack it or whatever you like, its down to you. Hmm.....a fur coat would sure do good at the moment....

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[No information available yet due to it being submerged in the snow.]
 
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I groggily opened my eyes to the sights and sounds of the docking ship. I rolled onto my side and sat up. Sleeping on a moving ship was hard, especially on a lumpy couch with no pillow. Waking up on a docking ship was even harder. But, before I could contemplate this further, I was told to get off of the boat. So, not wanting to stay on the vessel any longer than I had to, I stood and walked off of the ship. Although, I use the term 'walked' very loosely. Rather, I stumbled off of the ship and into town.

I took a moment to look around. Everything was covered in snow: buildings, streets, everything. The term 'wintery wonderland' came to mind. On second thought, 'wintery wonderland' didn't seem to fit, because I didn't see anything particularly wonderous about Ayer. There were some people walking about, and some were going into a building, which seemed to be an inn of some sort. But, having just slept, I was a little more eager for something other than sleeping. So, going to the inn was out of the question.

So what was I to do with my new life? Well, first I had to find out what my new Pokémon was. When I stole the pokeball from The Organization storeroom, I didn't bother to see what kind of Pokémon I had taken. It really didn't matter to me then, I just needed something to defend myself with should I have run into anybody. But now, I wondered what I had chosen. Perhaps it was something strong and powerful, like a charizard. Maybe, I had gotten something very intelligent, like an alakazam. Actually, after giving it some further thought, I decided that it would actually be a bad thing to have taken a powerful Pokémon. If I had, The Organization would have no doubt done everything within its power to get it back. I didn't want to give them any more reason to hunt me down.

Well, if I guess the only way to find out is to look

I reached into my pocket and pulled out the pokeball. I had a pack too, but the many pockets of my labcoat were much more convenient. So, I just kept everything in there. The two large pockets near the bottom were very expansive. No doubt they could accommodate anything I put in there. In fact, that was where my rolled-up my pack was being stored at that very moment. I had modified many pockets near the top by lining them with plastic so that they could hold food (something that I had to begin utilizing after my munchlax was born). The pockets on the inside of the coat could button shut. This was a safe place to put smaller things without losing them. Thus, this was where I kept the pokeball.

"Well, here goes", I said out loud, although speaking to no one.

I lightly touched my finger to the opening mechanism on the ball. With a resounding pop the ball split open revealing a fountain of golden sparks, which ravaged the purity of the snow with their astounding brilliance. The unbridled energy billowed forth and quickly began to mold itself into something more. From the ground up, something materialized as the light faded, leaving no trace of its existence except for the thing that it had deposited before me.

That thing was, of course, a Pokémon. More specifically, it was a mareep. Its soft wool immediately ballooned out as sparks of electricity flew in between the individual hairs. The four short legs barely held the yellow, cloud-like body above the snow. Its dark blue head and face peered out from one end of the mass of wool, while a long tail stood out from the other. The former was topped with another puff of wool and two large conical ears, while the latter brought up the rear with a large orb. Not to be outdone by the outrageous black and yellow stripes of the ears and tail, the tail began to glow, making the snow around it shimmer like dancing jewels.

For some reason or another, the mareep seemed surprised to be free of its candy cane colored ball. It hesitated a moment, then shifted its feet, as if getting a feel for the ground and snow. It turned its head and watched its glowing tail swing back and forth, almost hypnotically. It spun a few times, chasing the bobble. It suddenly stopped with a small jump and looked up at me. It seemed somewhat startled and took a cautious step back. I reached into the inside of my coat and pulled out a handful of Pokémon food. Kneeling low, I held the food out to the anxious creature. It stretched its short neck out and leaned forward, still cautious. I moved toward it slowly. I could hear the snow crunch underneath the mareep as it moved toward me. The feet left small holes behind them. It gazed up at me as it hesitantly bit into the food. I opened its eyes wide, glanced up at me, back at the food, and back at me. Then, it turned its full attention to the food, hungrily digging into it.

The mareep greedily licked my hand even after the food was gone. It stared up at me once more. I smiled and rubbed the wool on the little sheep’s head. As I did, I could feel the soft buzz of electricity fill my gingers, a side effect of the way mareeps store their energy. You see, unlike most other electric Pokémon, mareeps generate and store their electricity in the wool surrounding their bodies by the way of static electricity. Thus, whenever the wool rubs against anything it generates more power. Even the movement of the air through the wool has this effect. Such a large volume of wool allows it to store and generate much more electricity than, say, a pikachu. Also, storing and generating electricity requires no energy on the part of the mareep. The wool does this on its own. So, using electric attacks requires less actual energy on the part of the Pokémon. A mareep could last much longer in a battle than a pikachu.

But, there is also a large drawback when it comes to storing the electricity in the wool: the mareep’s ability to generate and store electricity is greatly affected by its surroundings. Static electricity only generates well in a dry environment. It is also very difficult to control, since, like all mammals, the mareep has no direct control over its hair. When it does use an electric attack, the mareep uses its ears to pull the electricity from its wool and body. But, if it is in a humid environment the static electricity is severely weakened. Static electricity can also be easily discharged into conductive materials, like metal or water, without the mareep’s control.

Essentially, mareep has a lot of power and endurance. But this power has little control or dependability.

“Well, what will I call you?” I said to the mareep.

It looked up at me and tilted its head.

“Well, you’re a male… so how about Jonas?” He just stood there staring. “Alright, then. That’ll be your name! Well, Jonas… I’m Gaspar, and I’ll be your trainer from now on. How’s that?”

Jonas gave a happy bleat.

“Well, Jonas, what do we do now?”

Jonas stared up at me and tilted his head.

“Perhaps we could look at my map.”

I reached into my pocket and pulled out the map, which had conveniently come with the backpack. I carefully unfolded and laid the thin paper in front of me. The crisp page sat lightly on the snow. A still sea washed against painted shores. Unbelievably high mountains lay flat against dimensionless hills of green. Great forests spread wide as trees of green, reached for a nonexistent sky. A dense fog of ignorance perforated the edges of the map. With the whole of Tohea spread before me, I would be able to decide what to do next.

“Well, right now, it looks like we’re here…”, I said while pointing to the map. Jonas was looking at the map too, although I doubt that he would have been able to make heads or tails of the thing. I looked under the highlights for Ayer and began reading it, “Ayer is a small town…” I skimmed the rest silently. “Apparently, this areas known for fishing. And it looks like there’s a fishing shop down this way”, I said pointing at the Fishing Fanatics shop on the map.

I had always liked fishing. It was relaxing, and would provide me with the opportunity to think about what kind of life I wanted to have on Tohea.

I stood up. “I think that its that way”, I stated pointing in a direction. I folded up the map and put it in my pocket. “C’mon”, I continued and began walking in the indicated direction. Jonas followed close behind. Once I got to the fishing store, I would be able to buy a fishing rod. I didn’t need anything fancy; an Old Rod would do.

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{Reading your post makes me want to write a 13-paragraph ref. But I can't, so oh well.}

The sun was shining bright on this particular day, though it didn't matter since the cold still didn't dissipate. Mareep seemed fine, though, and you didn't care because you had slept on the boat. So I guess it's time for me to spawn you an excessively hard Pokémon that completely type-trumps you and is complete with every TM it can learn. Or I could give you something easy to beat an worth nothing. I'll stick with the latter, for your character's sake.

Out of the corner of your eye, there was a small glint in the sunlight. What was it? A rare Pokémon, like Beldum? Actually far less glamorous. It was a Chingling. On the bright side, even though it is not a very good Pokémon overall, it still evolves into a very rare Pokémon: Chimecho. Nice place to start, eh?

You could totally fight it, since it's there and it might give a bit of good experience to Mareep, especially since it probably had absolutely no experience in battling, or if it did, it was long gone by now. You might want to hurry up too, since Mareep was now prancing straight towards it, and you never know.

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As I walked, my hands took their usual place in the coat pockets near my waist. It wasn’t because my hands were cold, although they were, in fact, cold. I just felt comfortable with my hands in my pockets. I felt the cloth lining of the rolled-up pack with my right hand. It was course and each thick thread seemed to stand out against the others.

I stretched my arms out and lifted my coat as I did. A rush of cool air brushed against my warm, moist body, even through the shirt I was wearing. I let my coat fall back to its resting position, and just in time to. For, just as I did, I spotted something that caught my interest. I wasn’t necessarily intrigued by it, because what I saw was a completely normal occurrence. I was just interested, and mildly concerned enough to stop walking.

What was it that I saw? Well, it was a single snowflake, drifting down from the heavens. I quickly pulled my hand from my pocket and snatched the feathery ice from the air. I stared at it in my hand. I could guess at what would come next. The little harbinger was soon followed by one of its brethren, then another, then another, and another, and so on, until the air was filled with snowflakes.

I pulled my coat tightly around me. It was made to withstand toxic chemicals, and even low concentrations of acid. It would be enough to protect me from this new and much less dangerous menace. It would keep my body warm too. With the coat tightly around me I continued onward.

Jonas was now in front of me. He had passed me while I was watching the snowflakes. Rather than just walking Jonas bounced up and down as he bounded forward, sort of like a prancing motion. He seemed to be faring well in this weather.

Like most fur-coated animals, the little sheep Pokémon’s wool consisted of several layers. The out layer is thinner, but made up of thick, course hairs to protect the under-layer from rain, dust, and other impurities. The inner layer is thick and matted, more so for a mareep than most other creatures.

I glanced at Jonas ahead of me and then peered into the distant snowy gloom. Because of the snowfall, it was difficult to see too far, but I was pretty sure that we were heading in the right direction to the fishing store.

Suddenly I stopped. Just visible through the blurry whitewash that was the falling snow, I could see the form of something. It was round and yellow in color, except for the two appendages, which stood like broken candy canes on the thing’s head. It was, of course, only a chingling.

Oh, but what am I saying?!

Only a chingling? That’s like saying, “It’s only a million dollars”! Well, a chingling is not a million dollars; but, you get the gist of what I’m saying. Even then I understood the reality of my situation. I couldn’t believe my luck! I was absolutely enthralled at the chance to add a chingling to my team.

I had to be careful of the way I went about doing this, though. It was my understanding that chinglings, especially young chinglings, were very childlike. Rather than fighting, their first defense is to cry out [[see Pokémon d/p pokedex entry]]. Thus, it would be very impressionable. I wouldn’t want it to think ill of me for engaging it in an all out battle. Neither would I want to leave it with some sort of emotional scar. I would need a more sensitive, and perhaps more creative, approach.

As far as I knew, the chingling hadn’t seen me, as it hadn’t cried out. I thought it would be best to keep it that way for now. I knelt down low and covered the top of my head with my labcoat. The white of the coat would hide my dark hair and help me blend in with the snow. “Psssst”, I whispered out to Jonas. He stopped and looked around wildly. “Pssssst”, I whispered again. Jonas turned to me and tilted his head. I beckoned him with my hands. He hopped toward me. “C’mere”, I whispered to him as I pulled him underneath my coat. I had to hide him, but I didn’t want to risk drawing the chingling’s attention with the bright red of the pokeball return laser. I could feel a slight buzzing as electricity conducted between the mareep and me.

I scooped up a handful of snow. Out of my pocket, I pulled out several handfuls of Pokémon food. Using my hands, I mixed the two together until the snow had melted and the food became slightly mushy due to the water. Then, estimating how heavy they would have to be in order to not be caught up in the falling snow, I formed the mushy food into balls of appropriate size. Jonas began to wolf down one of the balls, but I quickly took it away before he could do much damage to it. Last, I took my arms out of the sleeves of my coat and covered mine and Jonas’ bodies and I crouched and bent over as much as I could.

The idea was this: I would throw a ball of food in front of the chingling. They seemed big enough that they would not get knocked down by the falling snow. But, they were not so big that they would leave the chingling with a full stomach after just eating a few. As it finished with one ball, I would throw another one, but closer to me. This way, I would lead it right to me. Once it got close enough, I would offer it some food right from my hand in an effort to gain its trust. My reasoning behind using this method was that food was probably scarce this time of year for wild Pokémon, and even more difficult to find for a young chingling. Plus, most of my body was covered with the coat, and would be covered with snow by the time the chingling was near me. So, I would look smaller and, hopefully, less threatening to the little Pokémon. I was planning on its need for food to overcome its fear and surprise. Once I gained its trust, I would be able to offer it food, shelter, and my friendship for joining my team.

With that plan in mind, I threw the first food-ball…

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Moving was difficult. My entire body, from my bone-plated head to my dragon-scaled feet ached. I tried to avoid the white, but it was everywhere. My hide had become numb and my nostrils felt dry and stung painfully with each breath. Pain was found everywhere where the white was, and the white was everywhere. It was on the ground, and in the giants’ arms. And now, as if only to spite me, the white began to fall from the sky. I gave up trying to avoid the strange substance.

So, perhaps the giants do not make the white and throw it to the ground. Perhaps the giants catch it and keep it off the ground. , I thought. I had misjudged the giants. If they were trying to protect me from the white that fell from the sky, then perhaps it would be better for me to stay with them. But, then again, they offered little protection, which would amount to nothing anyway if I could not find something to eat.

Ahead of me were more giants and more white. But wait… There was something among the white. It was just visible. It was about as tall a me. But, it seemed slighter. It was covered in a light yellow colored coat that had strange orange patterns on it and ended in a pint at the top. The rest of it was black. I could not tell what it was doing among the white, but it did not seem to have taken notice of me right away.

I carefully approached the strange creature. I grew very cautious. The thing seemed to at home in this painful land of white to be nothing to be concerned about. What worried me more is that its scent did not stand out against the scent of the white, as if the white and the creature were very similar. Still, as dangerous as it might be, I was hungry. Although, I was not entirely sure if it was food or not.

With caution in mind, I carefully went closer to the creature. I spoke, my voice gruff from disuse:

“Are you food?”
 
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A few moments passed since you've asked the unidentified Pokémon that question; "Are you food?" in your exact words, startled the being into jumping right out of the snow, as you would soon find out was the name of the "biting" white substance on the floor, and looked you straight in the eye with a look of intimidated innocence. The poor creature seemed threatened and quickly began slurring his words, which led to constant, annoying studdering.

"Um, uh... No! Of course not! No, I'm not... I'm- No! I'm not food, mister!" It struggled to say as it desperately tried to avoid eye-contact. Cleverly, the confused Pokémon stepped back, creating a much greater distance between you two. "Um- Uh? Why would you want to eat ME? I'm... I;m poisonous!" The Snorunt, in it's attempt to bluff it's way out of the current situation created a lie that it's body, if digested, was poisonous. Bah... Eat the damn thing if you want! Yet, if you don't, you could easily befriend the Pokémon and use it as a guide to look around your new surroundings.

It was your choice and was entirely up to you. Though, if I were in your shoes, or paws, I'd pour me a bowl of cereal and start shooting the hell out of that tree with this here foam-gun! Wait... Wut? Nevermind this last paragraph.. Hehe. >.<;;
 
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{It's coarse, not course, by the way. Also, I made a 14-paragraph ref, so I just passed your post length. =P}

Ayer was a peaceful town, with peaceful Pokémon, and peaceful... I lost my train of thought. Oh yeah, Ayer, peaceful. Yes, you chose the perfect town to be, and even moreso, you found one of the greatest Pokémon of all time!!! Well, not really, but you never know...

The Chingling chimed happily as you were about to throw a foodball at it. Performing a cartwheel motion, you were about to let go of the foodball when the ball suddenly obtained a purplish glow and flew out of your hands, flying BACKWARDS and landing in a Pokémon's mouth.

Wait, rewind.

What was this mighty Pokémon, might you ask? A Mewtwo? A LUGIA? Actually, it was something far better. It was an Abra, the beginning of the chain of the most pwnsome Pokémon to ever exist! No, Metagross can't even match its power, that's how completely awesome this Pokémon is! AND IT JUST STOLE CHINGLING'S FOOD BALL.

Chingling obviously did not like that at all. As a matter of fact, the ribbon on its head flew off and wrapped around Abra, squeezing it tightly to keep it from teleporting. Looks like if you help Chingling, you could snag it AND Abra. But hey, that's your choice, not mine.

Potential Allies:
:chingling Level 6 Plevel 6 :Female

Potential Enemies:
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From underneath my coat, I could feel the snow piling up on top of me. Jonas was next to me, his tail glowing and lightening up the darkness, his electrically-inclined wool rubbing up against my shirt, which stuck to it because of the attractive static electricity that was built up between the two materials. If felt somewhat of a buzz running through the cloth and into my body. It didn’t sting or hurt. I couldn’t really describe it as pressure. It was a powerful energy that was flowing between two entities; or rather, since the wool was stealing electrons from my body, from one entity to the other. As I leaned forward slightly to pick up a ball of food, I could feel the shirt clinging to the little mareep. It reluctantly followed my lead as I pulled it away from the sheep.

I picked up the food ball. And, as I bent my arm back to throw it, the chingling began to chime. Apparently, it had noticed my presence and was not at all frightened or alarmed. It’s musical call seemed to be more of a joyful nature. Obviously, it was happy to see the food that I was about to throw at it, and rightly so. In this kind of weather, with the deathly chokehold of a frozen winter scouring the lands, food would doubtfully be incredibly difficult to find. It would be even tougher for something as weak and innocent as a chingling. Berries, nuts, edible flowers, these would all be stricken of their life force. Only the hardiest of Pokémon, or those specifically adapted to living in this sort of icy wasteland would be able to survive such a hostile season. Again, I think now would be the appropriate time to reiterate that the term “winter wonderland” didn’t quite fit in the wintry lands of Tohea.

Anyway, hearing its charming voice ring out, I knew that my plan to coerce the chingling to trust me would probably end well. Even so, I ran through the plan again in my mind:

Okay. So, I’ll throw the food and make a trail from the chingling to me. Then, I’ll reach out and try to gain the Pokémon’s confidence. Okay. Grasp the ball lightly in my hand, so that it doesn’t break up. Watch the ball float away… wait… what?!

My eyes and my chin dropped as my face stretched into one of surprise and astonishment. The ball of food had just lifted itself from my palm. It quivered slightly, as if delicately maintaining its balance on some supernatural tightrope. Then, pulled by an unseen force, the ball was slowly, but steadily, swept away. I followed the ball with my eyes as it came to rest in the possession of the suspect in question. I could easily see its figure through the snow because of how its body contrasted with the plain snow around it.

A pair of wide, double-pronged, flat feet dug into the snow. Toes, two in front and one from the heel, extended from each foot. These feet melded into stout shins, which, in turn, connected to slim, short thighs. These were loosely bound to a round, yellow abdomen, topped with a brown torso, which gave the illusion of bronze war-armor. The summit of this small and seemingly underdeveloped body was a yellow crown of a head. Thin eyes, small ears, a pointed nose and a wide forehead encased one of the most miraculous brains of the Pokémon world.

I couldn’t believe my luck! An abra! Not only did I think that abra are one of the greatest Pokémon around merely because of their psychic abilities, but also because of their intelligence. Sure, their physical strength left much to be required. But, their ability to teleport themselves and other objects far surpassed any strategic importance that physical strength could offer. On top of that, transportation from one place to another would be a breeze. Rather than having to actually walk to my destination, I could have the abra teleport it and myself there. Of course, either I or it would have had to have been there. But that does not take away from the sheer excitement of such a proposal.

Judging by the way that the chingling had called out as I meant to throw food to it, I could tell that I had probably gained its trust. Perhaps I would be able to convince it to join my team. But, having an abra along with a chingling would have been wonderful! I was overjoyed!

However, I was not left to revel in my state of delighted happiness for too long. For, nearly as soon as I realized that the thing that had stolen the food was an abra, so too did the chingling come to this conclusion. I could surmise that the chingling was not at all happy about that. With the smooth motion of a graceful milotic, the red and white rope flew from the chingling and slithered through the air, wrapping the abra in a death grip. Apparently, the little bell Pokémon was not as innocent as I had led myself to believe.

This reminded me of a story that I once heard, a fairytale of sorts, about a minun and a plusle… What? You’ve never heard of the story. Well, then, allow me to enlighten you on this matter. As with most stories of such caliber and history, this tale begins with the immortal words, “Once upon a time”…

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Once upon a time, in a forest now lost to human kind, there lived a plusle and a minun. There was nothing particularly special about either the plusle or the minun, but that they were the best of friends. And, since most plusles and minuns generally tend to get along with each other, you can take that fact to whatever extent of peculiarity that you wish, knowing it to not be peculiar at all.

Predictably, and as most plusles and minuns do, these two would always search for food together. They’d search for berries, seeds, nuts and the like, from sunrise to sunset. This routine was well tested, as times were plentiful. Days were long, and life was good for the duo. Together, they had amassed a great pile of berries, nuts, and seeds that was five minuns high and twelve plusles wide.

But, their fruitful work had not gone unnoticed. The trees that made their home were also home to a very crafty honchkrow and his murkrow flock. Every day, the honchkrow and his followers would silently watch the two mouse Pokémon go about their business. After seeing how much food they had collected, the honchkrow decided that he wanted it for his flock. Late one night, he called his murkrows together and they began to plot against the unsuspecting victims below.

The sun rose beautifully the next morning, its glittering rays setting the forest aglow. But this is not what the minun and plusle noticed as they rose from their sleep and exited the log that they slept in. Instead, their attention was grabbed by the horrible squawking of the large, black bird Pokémon only a few feet away from their log. At first, they were terrified of the sight, and rushed back into the safety of round wooden walls. But, soon they realized that what they heard were not squawks of anger, but mournful cries of sadness.

“squaaawk! Oh! Boo-hoo!… Oh! squawk” went the honchkrow loudly, his wings covering his eyes. Although slightly put off by the ominous sight of the big bird, the plusle and minun felt compassion for the obviously tortured creature and approached it carefully.

“What’s wrong?”, the two questioned simultaneously. Their voices were soft compared to the harsh and crackling sound of the honchkrow’s voice. “Oh! squawk! I… I…”, stuttered the honchkrow. He lowered his wings, revealing red, tear-filled eyes. Neither member of his audience even suspected that there was pomeg berry juice on his feather tips. ((Note for ref: Pomeg juice is sour/spicy and irritates the eyes)) “Woe is me!”, he continued, “ I have this wonderful berry that I cannot bear to eat, because then I will be too heavy to fly” With that, the great crow took a step back and revealed the berry that he had been standing over.

It was like no berry the two mice Pokémon had ever seen. The thing was smooth, which was not uncommon in some species of berries. But, it gleamed in the sun, as if it were covered in water. The most outstanding feature of the fruit, though, was its color. Blues and reds and yellows were swirled and mixed in an astonishing chaos of color. It was as if the very plant that spawned this berry hadn’t taken the trouble to choose the color and had just decided to throw all of them on the thing in a haphazard fashion.

“What… what kind of berry is it?” asked the plusle.

“Oh! It’s juice is sweet and sour and spicy all at once. It’s juicy and dry all at the same time. There’s no other berry like it! It is the best kind of berry there is, and I can’t eat it! Oh! Boo-squawk”. The honchkrow began to cry.

“Why not just leave it?” said the minun. The honchkrow stifled his wailing to answer the question. “Because, then it will rot away…”, he looked as if he was about to return to his mournful shouts, but his face lit up, “I know! I will give it to one of you! Then I can fly home and it will not go to waste!”

The minun and plusle smiled at each other. It surely was a luck day when they could get the chance to eat the best berry in the world.

“But, who do I give it to?”, said the honchkrow.

“Me!” They shouted at the same time. “What?!”, they said simultaneously. “I should get it”, once again they spoke in unison.

The plusle was the first to break away from this congruity: “I do the most work around here, I should get the berry!”.

But, the minun was quick to respond: “Yeah! When spoinks fly!”

“squaaawk!” cawed the honchkrow loudly. The two mice fell silent. “I will choose who gets it! I choose… you!”. He kicked the berry toward the minun. The minun caught it greedily. He sneered at the plusle, who stood dumbfounded. Just as the blue and yellow Pokémon bent to take a bite out of what he anticipated to be the most succulent berry he would ever taste, he was knocked aside by a lightening-fast quick attack from his comrade. The plusle bent to eat from the delicious berry, when he, in turn, was struck by the minun’s quick attack. The pitifully long fight that ensued between the two friends can only be described as saddening.

But, the honchkrow was doing his best to stifle his laughter. Why was he laughing, you say? From where he was standing, he could see the two Pokémon’s pile of berries, nuts and seeds. He could see the pile growing smaller and smaller as his murkrow flock stole from the plusle and minun’s stash. And, being currently occupied by their bickering and battling, the two Pokémon didn’t even notice it.

As the last murkrow took the last berry, thereby leaving the two rightful owners with none, the honchkrow cut into the fighting. “Rrrraa”, he squawked loudly to gain their attention, “Now! Now! There is no need to fight!” Surprised at this the two bickering Pokémon stopped fighting. “Just break it in half!” These were the honchkrow’s final words to the two naďve Pokémon before he flew away, cackling to himself.

“That’s a great idea!” said the plusle and minun in unison once again…

As the honchkrow flew over the forest towards the nesting site that his flock had taken the stolen berries, he looked down. He smiled as he passed over a river. The rocks along the edge were a colorful conglomeration of rocks. Blues and reds and yellows were swirled and mixed in an astonishing chaos of color. It was as if the very mountain that spawned them hadn’t taken the trouble to choose the color and had just decided to use all of them in a haphazard fashion. “That smeargle is still painting river rocks”, he mused to himself. Cackling loudly, the honchkrow did a quick summersault of twisted joy before continuing on his way home.

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I’m sure I needn’t tell you the moral of the tale, but at the risk of stating the obvious, I think I shall. Like the minun and plusle, the two Pokémon before me were fighting over something relatively insignificant at the risk of losing something much greater.

But, since they were already fighting, I had to figure out a way to solve this problem and turn it in my favor. I could command Jonas to attack the abra. It looked much stronger than Jonas, but, since it was being held by the chingling, I was confident that Jonas could beat it. So, it was not a question of whether or not Jonas could win such a one-sided fight, but whether or not the consequences of such a fight would be in my favor. For, if he were to attack the abra, he could hit the chinglings rope, thereby loosening its grip and allowing the abra to teleport away. Furthermore, from what I understood of the situation, the chingling was still psychically connected to the rope, and would thus feel the attack. These were consequences that I was certainly not going to risk in this situation.

Then again, I could command Jonas to attack the chingling. Being much weaker than the abra, he would be able to do away with it much more quickly, especially since it was entirely occupied right now. As he did this, I could convince the abra that I was there to help it, and that it should trust me. Then, I could convince it to join my team. But, then again, I would run into the same problem with the chingling as I would have if I had engaged it in battle when I first saw it: It would not trust me; and an untrusting chingling is one of the worst Pokémon you can have.

There had to be a third option I was not considering…. There had to be…

Then I had it! I jumped up from where I was crouching and extravagantly pulled the coat from my shoulders. The accumulated snow slumped to the ground, some of it hitting Jonas square on the head. He shook his body vigorously to dislodge it.

“Wait!” I said loudly so that both Pokémon could hear me, “You don’t need to fight! There’s enough for both of you”. I spread the coat on the ground. And scattered many handfuls of Pokémon food on it. The coat would keep the food from being lost in the snow. I hoped that by seeing all of the food, the two would forget about their anger and fear. Food was scarce in the winter, and I thought it would be enough to keep their minds off of such things. Jonas wasted not time in running up to the mess of Pokémon food and began digging into it. I almost stopped him, but decided not to, as the presence of another Pokémon in my presence might further convince the chingling and the abra of my trusting nature.

I sat next to Jonas. The warmth radiating through his wool was in sharp contrast to the astounding cold that bit at my skin from all other sides. I picked up a handful of food and held it out to both of the Pokémon and thought through what I would do next.

If they come over to eat the food, I’ll extend my hand to the abra first. Abras are pretty intelligent, and I don’t want it to think that I’m belittling it or anything. Plus it seems stronger than the chingling. So, I’ll want to address it first too. I’ll say ‘I’ve got plenty of food, and I know that times are tough. I’m traveling and I want to make a life here on Tohea.’ Then, I’ll take the pokeball out and lay it on the floor in front of it. Then, I’ll say ‘I’m looking for some teammates for me and my friend here’. At this point, I’ll point to Jonas. ‘I would like you to be our friend too. I’m not forcing you; it’s your choice. Just tap the ball and relax if you want to stay with us.’ And that will be that, at least with the abra.

Then, I’ll pat the chingling on the head. I need to be soft with it. It may be tough, but it still looks young. I’ll say something like ‘What about you? Would you like to be our friends too? There’s plenty of food and friendship to go around’ I’ll lay the pokeball in front of it. If they accept, I’ll recall them out of their pokeballs so that they can finish eating. But, if either one of them declines, I’ll still let them finish off the food before I pick up my coat.


I was well aware that the psychic Pokémon would probably be able to connect to my own mind and hoped that the two would be able to sense my good intentions. I would be sincere about my actions. Then, if they did sense my thoughts or feelings, they would know that I was not trying to deceive them.

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Orona Feb 13 2008, 07:42 PM Post #14
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Hm, interesting plan. Find some common ground, then extend a friendly offer to join forces? Quite smart, to be honest. And I'm glad you recognized the fact that the two psychic types might've been able to read your mind. But to be honest, only Abra could understand. Chingling might as well have been blind throughout the rest of this encounter.

Upon being exposed to the pile of food, Chingling's attention immediately was focused on that of the foodballs rather than the Pokémon who had taken her first food ball. As Chingling divulged in the pile of food balls, her focus on the ribbon binding Abra was lessened. With that said, it wasn't any suprise that Abra was able to psionically remove Chingling's ribbon from his person, before sending a telepathic blast in the direction of the small psychic-type. Obviously, Chingling was mentally connected with her ribbon, so as Abra removed it, she knew what was happening. Simply put:

Abra was stronger as a psychic Pokémon than she was.

After dodging the blast, she started charging at the psychic type. She was a much better match, when physical contact was used. Sadly enough, Abra was brilliant, and since such was the case, he teleported out of the way. And he reappeared, right next to Jonas and the pile of food! Please note that he was also facing you.

"You think I'm willing to give up my freedom, just because you gave me some food? I can gather the necessities without breaking a sweat, but, since you offered, I'll be taking these food balls." This was obviously a mental message sent by Abra; further proof of his goddamned awesomeness.

Aside from the food ball that Jonas was chewing on, Abra grabbed a mental hold of all of the food balls. As he lifted them up, he noted that Chingling was charging at him again. As strong as he was, he couldn't multi-task, so he ended up dropping the food, so he could re-teleport away from the pain that would've hit.

So, Abra's being an arrogant, little jerk? I don't know if catching an arrogant Abra is beneficial to your team, but, please note that Chingling has yet to attack anybody other than Abra. Whether or not Chingling can be considered an ally is questionable, but one thing's certain. Chingling hates Abra by this point, and will fight him 'till she drops!

:mareep :male Lv. 5
[Munching on a food ball]

ALLY?
:chingling :Female Lv. 6 (PLv. 6)
:hp 37/37
:eng 86%
[Pissed with Abra]

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:abra :male Lv. 10 (PLv. 10)
:hp 45/45
:eng 85%
[Arrogant, yet PWNSOME]
 
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I waited for an answer. The air seemed to grow still, even though there was still white drifting down from the heavens above. Suddenly, the strange thing leapt up causing a great stir in the white around it. The white whirled and swirled in a beautiful dance of solemnity and grace. How such beauty could exist that also could cause so much pain to my body was beyond my realm of knowledge, or even awareness.

I was taken aback by this sudden movement and nearly lost my balance for the startle. When I regained my stature I found myself staring into a pair of bright blue eyes. They looked of innocence, like that of a newly hatched child. The creature began to speak quickly, its words slurring together to form a river of sounds that would falter every so often. I was not used to listening to such swift words, and had some difficulty keeping up with the thing’s speech.

"Um, uh... No! Of course not! No, I'm not... I'm- No! I'm not food, mister!" , it said looking away. I cocked my head, unsure of what to make of its strange behavior: I could sense the fear in the creature’s speech and its movement; yet, I did not know why it would be afraid if it were not food. Though it may seem absurd in retrospect, because I had never been away from the shelter of my cliff-top home before, I could not even begin to fathom such alien concepts as lies and deceit.

Though, I did give it some thought: If it is not food… but is still afraid… that means it must be a foe! The ideas of enemies was not a new one. I had many on the cliff top: vicious living rocks, angry flying things, even some of my kin. I did not fear them though. I was stronger than they. This new creature was no different. I was cautious, but I didn’t fear it. If it was an enemy, it would soon cease to exist.

“Um- Uh? Why would you want to eat ME? I'm... I’m poisonous!" Now I understood! (or at least thought I understood).

It does not fear me. It fears that I will eat it and die from the poison. It is trying to help me. Then it must be a friend!

I grinned a toothy grin and moved closer to the creature. As I did so, I spoke: “Then you are a friend!” My voice was rough and spoke of many months of disuse due to solitude. “Well, friend”, I continued, “can we get food?”
 
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