Mew: Hey guys! This is a kind of collaboration with me and my forum mates - when we hit 10K on our Chat Thread (Yay!), this will be our celebration type thing. We're 'novelizing' our largest RP thread, which is Journey to Unova.

... I was meaning to do this sooner or later.

But anyways, the important thing is that I do not own most of these characters. I only own Chyna. My forum has all the other information, so check that out if you've a mind to. You can also see exactly how the actual RP flew along. We try to follow the set as closely as possible, but sometimes I change some things to make it sound better.

So, I own nothing except Chyna Zevvy, so enjoy!

Journey to Unova

Chapter 1

Chyna Zevvy, age fourteen, and of the female gender, is a bubbly, cheerful soul. She's of average height and a light muscular build. Black hair and tan skin, wearing a camouflage t-shirt and beige shorts, she's an average person living in an not so average world.

Jacob Micheals, a male, and seventeen years old, has straight black hair, and a small scowl on his face. He wears a black leather jacket over a hoodie, and a distant personality to match his clothing set. He's always on the lookout for money, legal or illegal, but is surprisingly soft when it comes to his Pokemon.

Spade, eighteen years old, is a wanderer and a traveler, with a love of photography, and a trainer to boot. He has short cut black hair and brown eyes, and is surprisingly clumsy, although he's kind and cheerful.

Myth is a mysterious girl indeed, aged fourteen and certainly a foreigner coming from the Hoenn region alone. She speaks her mind and doesn't back down, and is rash at times, but also very serious. Her appearance may be startling, with clashing turquoise and purple hair and a poofy hat, but she's a trainer to be reckoned with.

Marcus Lanovgabor is a laid back and calm person, age of thirty six, and is a traveler much like Spade. He's nocturnal sort of person, a train-a-holic with his Pokemon at night. He doesn't stay in one place too long, but when he's there, he makes the most of it.

Koko Snow Jones looks to Unova to find an answer, living in White Forest, with the Pokemon, most of her life. She's a young twenty, and living in White Forest has caused her to become short with the rest of the human race. However, she's very kind and caring, having been exposed to many a young Pokemon in her childhood.

Argent, aged sixteen, lives in a situation similar to Koko's. She lives only for her Pokemon, and fights with them side by side. A bit of a barbarian viewed in the eyes of average city humans, she is protected by the Legends Darkrai and Cresselia, by means unknown.

Ryan Watts, fifteen years old, is a plain soul, with a generally easy to get along personality. He's distracted most of the time, a thinker, he is. He's very team oriented, making sure that his Pokemon operate as a team instead of as different individuals.

Juan Burgans, youngest of the bunch, is twelve, with dark blue hair and fair skin. He's a bit on the quiet side, although when he speaks, he's more insulting than complimenting. He's harsh on his Pokemon, but is extremely goal oriented.

All these people have set their sights on Unova, some for a short period of time, and others dead set on beating the Elite Four. We shall watch, observe, their Journey through Unova, and see how they fare. Now, dear reader, let us set out!

Chyna walked out of Burgh's gym, grinning with triumph. She held the shiny Insect Badge high over her head, admiring the glint of sunlight against the green badge. The Sneasel on her shoulder made an appreciative noise, nodding in satisfaction. She smiled as the black haired girl reached back and patted the Sneasel on the head.

"Great job Breeze," she said cheerfully. "That finishing combination was pure genius, wasn't it?"

Breeze nodded, looking up sharply, attention diverted from her trainer. Chyna looked up after her Pokemon and sighed, a sharp exhalation of amusement and exasperation.

"You love ice cream too much," Chyna said, as Breeze jumped off her shoulder and scampered to the fast growing line. "You're going to get fat if you eat too much, you know." Chyna winked at her Pokemon, while Breeze scowled.

"Haha, I'm just teasing." Chyna scooped up her Pokemon, and waited for her turn in the line.

A smirking Jacob flipped through a large wad of paper cash, quickly counting the amount. He felt the satisfaction in a job well done, and in money well earned. He had found a wealthy Pokemon Collector that payed very well for a few Pokemon. They were easy to catch, being a bit on the young side, but what did he care?

He sneered lightly at the people around them, walking by and flashing the cash openly. He didn't care - he had strong Pokemon himself. Anyone who dared mug him would taste the fury of Ryia, his female Salamence.

Jacob smirked again. Oh, how he loved the feeling of rippling money beneath his fingers.

Spade crouched behind a boulder, a camera in his right hand. He had his eye on a digging Sandile. He paused as the crocodile like Pokemon looked up, and then relaxed when it started digging again. He shuffled around, trying to get in a good position for a picture.

"This time, for sure," he muttered. A Flygon swooped overhead, shrieking as she landed with a heavy thump near the Sandile.

"NO!" Spade almost cried as the Sandile burrowed away in panick. "Storm, I've been tracking that Sandile for days! Oh, that's it, I'm done with all this sand and grit!" He stood up in frustration, as Storm, his Flygon glanced over at him quizzically.

"Guys, let's go!" He called, heaving his backpack onto his back. Spade whistled a tune, one that his Pokemon would recognize as a sign of: "Come here." He looked behind his shoulder to check.

Halo, Spade's Ninetales, only gave him a yawn, showing sharp white teeth, before curling back into the sand for another nap, covering her face with her tails. He recalled her. Storm merely grinned at her trainer, showing that she was actually ready to go. Spade's Manetric, Blaster, trotted up to him, covered from head to toe with sand. Spade shook his head, tutting in amusement.

Serene, Spade's Lucario, looked over his shoulder. He was perched on a rock with one foot paw, trying to keep his balance in the light sandstorm that was beginning to stir.

Finally, Knight, Spade's starter Oshawott-evolved-Samurott, walked over, giving my backpack a friendly nudge. Spade smiled, before looking around for his last Pokemon.

"Chaos? Chaos!" He called, turning around in a circle. The sandstorm was now in full force, and he shielded his face while recalling all except Blaster. Blaster shook some sand out of his fur, but gave up after realizing how futile his efforts were.

Absentmindedly, Spade dusted some sand off of his shirt. It took a few moments to sink in, but eventually, it did.

"Where's my camera!" He yelped in a panic. His scarf was on his chest, but where was his precious camera? ... Chaos!

"Blaster, find Chaos!" Spade commanded. Blaster nodded, crouching, so that his trainer could get on his back. Spade did so, and they set off for Castelia City, where Spade was sure his Zoroark headed.

Chyna plopped down on a bench, as Breeze sat beside her, savoring her vanilla ice cream. Chyna grinned at the goofy sight – her Pokemon's lips were covered with ice cream, and there was a dollop on her nose, too. Chyna whipped out a napkin, wiping down Breeze's mouth and nose. Breeze complained a bit, but continued to eat her ice cream.

She paused as a guy passed her, rippling some money in his hands. By the way he walked, and the smirk on his face, Chyna felt a sense of... Arrogance, a sense of someone who thought superior. She spoke her mind.

"Arrogance," she said, loud enough for the man to hear, but not anyone else. She spoke in a tone that could also be taken as arrogance, or simply contempt.

He paused in front of her, looking down. "No, just someone who's proud of a job well done," he said patiently. Chyna frowned – she didn't like the way he said the words, speaking as if he were talking to a child. Apparently, Breeze didn't like it either.

"Shh," She said calmly to Breeze. Chyna supposed she had overestimated this guy. Perhaps he was just trying to make an honest living. She shrugged, trying to figure out a way not to lose face for her earlier words. "Well that's a way of sugar coating it. Breeze? Are you done?" Breeze nodded, giving one last glance at the man before Chyna recalled her.

Distantly, the two of them heard someone shout, but didn't quite acknowledge it. "Well, good day to – " Chyna didn't quite finish my sentence as a teenager raced up, before tripping and falling flat on his face. She winced, as the man remained impassive. "Oh... Ouch. That must have hurt. Are you alright?"

The man with the money from earlier merely grunted. "Idiots," he muttered, turning away.

Chyna seemed indignant – the male teen only blushed, embarrassed. "Uh, sorry about that..." he muttered. Pulling out a Pokeball, he recalled a laughing Zoroark. ... When did that get there?

The teen scrambled up, grabbing a camera that had fallen to the floor. "Say cheese!" he grinned, snapping a picture.

"Huh?" Chyna blinked. Remembering what the man had said earlier, she turned, rubbing at her eyes. "Hey! I'm not an idiot, don't group me with him if you think so. What's your name?"

The man looked over his shoulder. "Jacob."

The teen with the camera snickered for some reason. "Whoa, mister grumpy over there! Turn around so I can take a better picture?"

Jacob remained impassive, although a hint of annoyance was in the air when he spoke. "Or how about I send my Golurk over there and have it crush you and your camera?"

The teen shook his head, still grinning. "Nope, try all you want buddy. This camera has been broken more times than I care to remember. It still works, better than ever!" He patted it fondly. "The looks could improve though," he admitted.

Chyna glanced back and forth between the two, like a game of ping pong, going back and forth with their sallies. As Jacob mentioned his Golurk, her interest peaked. Interjecting, she pulled out a Pokeball.

"If you want to send out your Golurk, how about a battle? What do you say?" She smiled, tossing the red and white ball up and down in the air.

The boy laughed. "Now this I gotta see!"

Jacob shrugged. "Fine, your loss." He pulled out a Pokeball, while the teen with the camera snapped a quick picture. He grinned to himself.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold your Ponyta's. We can' battle properly, not out here." She cleared her throat. "Let's take it to the Pokemon Center Battlefield." Turning, she pointed to the boy with the camera. "You, yes, you, what's your name."

The boy pouted. "Hey, respect, please. You seem like you're fourteen, and he..." he looked at Jacob closely. "You could be my age. I just turned eighteen." He looked back at Chyna. "Call me Spade. What's your name?"

"Well said, I guess. My name is Chyna. Spot on too, I am fourteen. I'll turn fifteen next year. Come on – I'll show you the way!" She beckoned to Spade, for Jacob was already out of sight. No matter. Chyna already knew Castelia rather well.

Spade followed, for he was new enough to Castelia not to know the streets very well. "So..." He hummed. "What do you think about Jacob?"

Chyna shrugged. "I'd like to say he's a jerk," she said calmly. "But I can't. It's merely a rubbing of personalities, you see? I can't say I like him though. He's just doing his own thing, like I do mine." She shrugged, looking ahead. Distantly, she could see the Pokemon Center. Pointing it out to Spade, she gave a mischievous grin. "Race ya there!" Chyna darted away.

Spade, who had been absently nodding along with everything she said, snapped out of his zoned out state as she ran away. "Wait!" He dashed off after her, but tripped almost immediately. He caught himself with his hands, and jumped back up, dusting himself off.

Turning around to see what caused his demise, he sighed. It was a small stick, a minuscule one. Only a really clumsy person – like him – could trip over it. Spade sighed again, and started to walk towards the Pokemon Center.

Chyna skidded to a stop in front of the Pokemon Center, turning around to look for Spade. He was nowhere in sight, and after a moment, she shrugged. "I wonder where he went?" she pondered, as she walked into the Pokemon Center, making a beeline for the back.

Unknown to her, Spade had reached the Pokemon Center the second she had walked out to the battlefield. He looked around, before following in her footsteps.

Jacob was already there, slowly tossing his Golurk's Pokeball up and down, waiting for Chyna. She appeared, spotted him, slowed, and then sped up again. The clumsy boy – Spade, his name was – followed suit.

"Been waiting awhile?" she called out to Jacob. He shrugged.

"Not really," he said. It wasn't true – he'd been waiting at least five minutes, but it wasn't enough to bother him much. Patience was a virtue, after all.

Chyna smiled. "Alright, then, a one on one match?"

Jacob nodded in confirmation. "Yes, now go, Titan!" He tossed his Pokeball, releasing his large Ground and Ghost type Pokemon.

Chyna smirked, already at the opposite end of the battlefield. Out of the corner of his eye, Jacob spotted Spade sitting down on the grass. He snapped out of his thoughts as Chyna shouted: "A perfect match for Breeze! Let's dance!"

Mew: Review for our efforts, please? Journey to Unova is a really fun RP for us to play through, and make up as we go along. It's still running, and we always welcome members, so if you want to jump onto the bandwagon, please, do! We sure don't bite! :D Again, review, please!