Author's note: I just want to let you know I am going to make some changes from the game, anime and manga series to make it more realistic. Such as there is little difference between light screen, reflect and protect, ground/rock will be more alike. Trainer's will have more intelligent pokemon, move limit is not 4, team limit is not 6 (sort of), types are not as effective depending on scenarios (not just type matchups). Evolution will be a slower change and as the pokemon mature (in most cases). Feel free to make suggestions and character ideas although it should be Sinnoh oriented. PS I am Canadian so don't complain about English variations, I may use American or Canadian, although please do tell me about any spacing errors, (real) spelling mistakes and things you don't understand. Also when indicating a thought I will use dashes to separate AND use italics.
Prologue:
October 17th-
It has been almost 14 years since the pokemon's "revolt" of sorts…probably better to think of it as a reversion to their basic instincts, but more aggressive to humans. It's all thanks to Plasma riling the legendaries over in Unova. -Team Rocket has failed- but at the least we managed to beat Galactic for the most part. The only problem is Plasma's plan is also affecting our regions, and now they want whatever power Sinnoh's legendaries have to offer -if they truly exist-.
I can still remember some of the initial events, -I don't want to forget- the time when people could live in peace and pokemon trainers were far too common. Before outlying towns and houses were either destroyed by pokemon or abandoned. -In my case maybe both- Now there are only 6 gyms and technically 7 towns for economic reasons supposedly. This was however prompted by pokemon destroying them. To prevent any more "downsizing" walls were erected and trainers posted as guards, particularly to combat pokemon who could tunnel under, fly over or in the rare event a pokemon capable of destroying the wall appears. People who lived in towns carved out of the mountains stood a significantly higher chance of living and all of the towns with that feature have survived more or less.
Trainers however aren't like before, energetic kids with unbridled energy, well for the most part, because they quickly die off, but another reason is because they are much older than before because of risks. You could only apply for a trainer licence between the ages of 15 and 35 but there are veterans who kept some pokemon. There are pokemon handlers though, who use it solely for work like Miltank handling, rather than being official trainers as they have different licensing and schooling than us. -
End of entry
Once again it's time for applications. I doubt a big turn out because last year there was only about 8 students throughout the entire year who applied to be a trainer (excluding users). Considering my town's populace is about 7,300 it is quite sad considering only 4 of those 8 are still active trainers.
"Don't you think we are spread out pretty thin Cassia?" She nods but as I finish speaking an disgruntled looking girl -If that is the right way to describe her- who seems around 16 comes out of the bushes with a murkrow on her shoulder. The girl notices us and quickly tries pushing her sleeve up which slips back over her hands. Cassia quickly presses her pokeball and she disappears in a ray of light. -Why didn't Cassia notice her?!...Is she a travelling trainer?-
As she approaches slowly in the distance with an oversized white backpack I notice she is wearing a black sweater with mesh portions, loosely overtop long enough droops over her hips and hands. A black skirt drapes over her black and navy leggings which seems like an odd combination, but so does an indigo bandana around her neck, although it matches her eyes. -She reminds me of a hex maniac but cute. Maybe she is doing a gijinka to bond with a ghost type pokemon- Now that I see her up close I notice she also has a navy tank underneath...and a funny crooked smile.
"Hi, I would like to apply to be a trainer" she hands me a creased resumé which seems like it was repeatedly crumpled by her hands from nervousness and flattened out. She looks at the ground sheepishly with reddening cheeks. -Was she working up the nerve?-
"Whose 'mon is that then?"
"Mine but it doesn't have a pokeball and I can't get one without a licence."
"Alright, but put it in a cage at the Centre" -I'm surprised she wasn't arrested for having it out like that. What are those Jenny's doing?-
She seems somewhat flustered at my statement. I forgot most folks have never been to a Pokemon Centre.
"It is located here on the map" I say pointing to a large building on the map. "Just give me your resumé and you can go. Once there you need to wait for an hour until registration closes.
"Thank you" she responds and give a slight bow before seeming to muster the courage for another question with a shaky voice. "What pokemon was beside you? A Gardevoir? Can I see it?"
She has a gleam in her eyes like childish excitement but I can't say it isn't appealing as a human.
"A Gardevoir but I can't show you unless you have a licence so I will later. Good luck"
She looks happy from my response and then heads off to the centre. I tap Cassia's pokeball and she reappears beside me. I look down at her resume "She was Anaroque Issa Indigo...odd name but it sounds cute but she didn't need to write her middle name" I chuckle as Cassia nods.
"Her bandana matches her name too- but you really couldn't sense her?" Cassia nods again.
"It is almost like she was dark type. Maybe the rumour dark type humans exist is true but it isn't hard to believe when you are psychic." Out of curiosity I read read her trainer description and subclasses she was gunning for.
Age: 16 Date of Birth: October 31
Sex: Female Height: 5'5
Reason for applying:To help both people, 'mon and improve myself. /
Position: Trainer. Preferred Subclasses- Ranger, Nurse
"This place is a lot bigger than expected!" Murkrow caws seemingly in agreement then scans the room much like I but not frantic.
"Hi, welcome to the Pokemon Centre where we restore your pokemon to top condition! Would you like us to restore your pokemon?" a baby-faced teenage boy asks. He is wearing an eye patch and cough mask making me feel a pang of pity. Despite his face being obscured you could tell he had a huge grin plastered on his face. -No wonder they are called Joys-
"I was told to drop off m-my pokemon. It doesn't have a po-po-pokeball though"
"Not a problem if he is docile. Just take him to the room in the back where there is spare cages. Feel free to give him some bird food too."
"Th-thank you" I nod before taking Murkrow over and put him in a cage. -I n-need to stop stuttering. Even in my mind ARRGH is there no hope for me!- I continue walking with a smile trying to hide my shame as I put Murkrow away.
Once finished I sit in the waiting area where the t.v. is already on and tuned in to the news. One of the Basculin fish farms had a robbery late last night which seems to be the work of a crime syndicate. It is probably either Rocket or Plasma since Galactic seems to have lost all of their prowess when I was young. I have seen that there is still some unsubstantiated rumours going about them being active according to news once again. As a change of pace I pull out my sketchbook from my bag and begin drawing the Gardevoir I saw earlier. It had a blue hue to it's hair which was different from the green I have seen in old books. It seemed so human with it's bracelet with shellbell and hair clip. It is too bad pokemon books and such are no longer available online or in libraries without a license.
"Yo, wake up!"
I grumble because of dream eater ruining whatever rest I was getting. I wake up in a grumpy haze from the many fights and deaths I experienced in my dreams. -I hate being woken up-
"Yes" I say, my voice gruff and dark rings under my eyes again.
"I am here to become a trainer" a happy-go-lucky, lean, cocoa brown kid, in a colorful tank with a green button up left open.
-He has too many accessories on. They are even in his hair- He has an arrogant vibe about him which annoys me but we both aren't giving a very good first impression.
"Give me your resume then go to the Pokemon Centre." I point to the same spot on the map as earlier.
"Re-resumé?! I didn't know I needed one." he says so I give him an annoyed look.
"Well then go get one to complete from the Pokemon Centre. Bring it back within 20 minutes or you'll make me late and you miss registration." -They would probably let him in anyways because we need trainers. It is more of a formality and a half baked attempt to prevent criminal acts with pokemon.-
"Ok." he says with confused confidence as he makes a dash for the Centre.
A few minute later I am awoken once more with a messy, but complete resumé.
"This will do." I read only his name, Cameron Lundin, and age, 15, before ignoring the rest due to the effort required to decipher his writing.
My 'dex alarm goes off and I get up to leave. I didn't notice Gardevoir was back in her ball but she did what was required of her. -I hope there will be other people who applied.-
When I enter there is one more applicant other than the two I saw. Orientation is already under way by the time I have arrived and it is being done by none other than the A-rank trainer, my boss, Rolan. The only reason I came was because I was told to talk to that snake and tracking him down after orientation is a drag. -Good thing I came in near the end-
"...After 2 seasons of being a trainer and being at least an E rank trainer you do 2 of 4 placement which are generally safer than contracts but still risky. They are Ranger, Researcher, Officer aka Jenny, and Nurse aka Joy. Each placement lasts one season. These part time jobs are needed as they are a more stable source of income compared to Trainer contracts. Some can even be done when you become incapacitated. Interns don't get paid though, so hope they like you and the work you do so you can get certified. You may find the odd non-trainer researcher or secretary but that is irrelevant. Seeing as I have told you everything and I am a busy man I would like you to meet your new mentor, Uriah Grayson!" He gestures towards me.
The new guy looks towards me, Anaroque smiles and Cam sighs.
-He didn't just say my name did he- I almost fall off the chair I was leaning on. I glare at the snake while he just mouths "Forgot to tell you but you got to if you want your pay"
This is one of the days I want to beat the crap out of him, with or without my pokemon.