Pokeminecafter: Do I have an audience?
*Turns and find nothing but tumbleweed*
Pokeminecafter: Oh well, anyways, I am not good at owning Pokemon.
Lucas was surprised, to say the very least. "Wha-What!? B-but, I didn't beat you Cynthia!" He said, in awe that he was told that he was his region's new champion. Cynthia giggled, before she explained, "Yes, however, you're the closest person that almost defeated me. Not even an Elite Four member could bring me down to one Pokemon."
"B-but, don't you need, permission from officials?" Lucas asked out of curiosity. Cynthia, to his surprise, was twiddling her fingers while smiling nervously. "Well Lucas, I wasn't plan on giving you title, so I really get the permission, so will you come with me?" The soon-to-be former champion requested meekly.
At this point, Lucas facepalmed, out of disbelief that the Sinnoh Champion wasn't prepared, and he fainted soon afterwards. Lucario walked up to his trainer before nervously commenting, 'If you want to give someone the title of regional champion, perhaps you should plan things out a bit better.'
(Atop Mt. Silver)
On the peak of the treacherous, snowy mountain stood a solemn figure, a Pikachu sitting calmly on his shoulder. He wore a faded red vest, with a black shirt underneath. His tattered jeans the shade of a faint indigo, matching decently with his extremely dull scarlet shoes. His messy black hair was barely contained with a torn, crimson cap, which he wore since childhood.
Sighing, he turned back, retreating into a bright cavern where the rest of his Pokemon team was. They've been living in a cavern of the freezing peak for five years, struggling valiantly through it all.
The electric rodent that was once upon his trainer's shoulder had just scurried over to the rest of his teammates, igniting a smile in the somewhat stoic man. The presumably, nineteen year old Pokemon trainer shot a glance at his Lapras, a signal of some sorts.
The Transport Pokemon nodded before dully announcing, "Alright everybody, time for MORE training..." Though most Pokemon would groan and complain at the thought of having to train, these ones simply shrugged before starting their training.
The charcoal-haired man's normally-tense posture relaxed from observing his Pokemon team train and spar with one another. "Red?" The silent trainer turned back, seeing the concerned expression of his Lapras. He dismissed the Gentle Pokemon with a wave of his hand, turning his back once again before it could protest.
The champion from Pallet Town let out a sigh once more, before he chuckled softly. '...Lapras... always worrying too much about others despite his own age...' It was true; the Transport Pokemon was the youngest of his trainer's main Pokemon team, only older than Espeon, who enjoyed his days at the Pokemon Ranch.
Red walked to the entrance of the cavern he called home for five years, before focusing his gaze on the outside. Suddenly, he heard the rumbles of the thunder, then saw the dark and even thicker clouds close the skies; not that it mattered. The stoic Pokemon trainer started to reminisce about all of the experiences and adventures he used to have with all of his companions.
His indulging of memories seized to a stop when he started to think about his companions, human and Pokemon alike. Red realized that he never visited anyone in person after he won the championship from his rival; before retiring it and giving it back to Lance, much to his dismay.
Even though the very thought of it humored the retired champion, he ignored it, before coming to another realization. He hasn't visited his own mother in seven years. Sure, he made sure to call home every opportunity while on his journey even if he only spoke simple phrases, but his journey only lasted a mere nine months!
What Red did during the extra two years was simply rest at a spare room at the Indigo League. And by rest, I mean isolate himself from the world and dedicate all of his time strategizing.
The unsocial trainer did however, send many, MANY letters to his mother while on Mt. Silver, thanks to the multiple 'love mail' he obtained from rampaging fan girls. He never understood what the written contents inside meant, though he was glad nonetheless that he had a source of paper he could send back to his mom and friends, after rewriting them. Red was able to actually even write back thanks to the ingeniousness of his Venusaur; basically, from roasting leaves with fire, thus turning it into ash, and mixing it with some water, he could create oil he could use for writing.
Shaking his head in a vain attempt to get rid of the guilt, he focused his attention back on his Pokemon companions, the ones who've been with him since the beginning. In fact, his bond with them was unbreakable, allowing Red and his Pokemon to communicate through more... effective ways.
Pikachu. The electric rodent was Red's very first Pokemon, the one he started with. At first, the mouse wasn't necessarily obedient to his trainer, though after a while, he grew fond of the trainer he once ignored. The electric rodent, personality-wise, was extremely snarky, judging everyone in the worst possible light after a minor mistake. Though Pikachu was usually his critical personality, there were many occasions in which the mouse was gentle and tender-hearted. He, however, HATED the silence of his scarlet-clad trainer, and even after forming the indestructible bond that allowed them to communicate, Red still rarely spoke, preferring complex signals and using Lapras as a translator.
Oh? You're curious as to what I am referring to? Very well then, here's the simplified version, just for you: With five years of solitude, and two previous years of strategizing, Red was able to teach his Pokemon team the supposedly impossible, and then some.
Charizard. The fiery dragon was offered to Red as a Charmander, who was at first owned by a young Pokemon trainer. The youth claimed that he was a bad trainer, who didn't deserve the loyalty of the fire lizard. Red had looked at the Charmander's eyes; they were full of sadness, though the charcoal-haired trainer found a tiny spark of determination in its eyes. He solemnly accepted the young boy's offer, and with that, the flaming lizard quickly adjusted to his new silent trainer, as well as becoming the most loyal Pokemon companion Red had. The flaming dragon was extremely muscular, thus being the 'powerhouse' of the team, able to defeat many with mere tackles. However, his flame was just as strong or more so, as his physical prowess, as his flame was a strong and bright blue, causing problems with their frosty home. Personality-wise, Charizard is extremely loyal to his trainer, always concerned for Red's well-being. He was, unfortunately, distrusting of others, and even through further evolution, he never gained anymore pride, he was just unable to befriend other Pokemon. The exception being his companions, and it still took him quite a bit to actually socialize with Red's team, save for Lapras.
Venusaur. While he was running to the PokeCenter to heal his current team of two, a young lady stopped Red, with a healthy Bulbasaur in hand. She told him that she had just nursed the Bulb Pokemon back to health, and that she wanted a trainer to, obviously, train it. When Red tried to examine the small Bulbasaur, he shied away, averting his chubby head from his future trainer in shyness. Fortunately, after seeing the significant yet subtle kindness of his trainer, from 'accidentally' dropping the few berries he picked off the ground for some of the other wild Pokemon that were badly injured, to simply capturing them momentarily in order to heal them with a Potion, before releasing them off to their homes. Venusaur was always shy, though he wasn't as distrusting as Charizard, thankfully. However, he made up for his timidness with his great intelligence in battle, rivaling that of the young Lapras and even his own trainer! The Seed Pokemon was also the source of food that everyone, mostly Snorlax, ate from, thanks to Venusaur's ability to manipulate nature to his liking. Though not as bulky as Blastoise or as powerful as Charizard, the grass-type of the starter trio was the calm mastermind, able to pull off combo moves that he quickly thought of.
Blastoise. Red found him as a Squirtle squirming under the arm of an officer. She offered him the mischievous little turtle, before dashing off. He used to always pulled pranks on the others, irritating them greatly, and amusing the sunglasses wearing tiny turtle. Whenever he attempted practical jokes with Red however, the quiet trainer remained his even-tempered and calm self, puzzling the Squirtle, but later respecting his trainer. As a Blastoise, he held the highest endurance of Red's Pokemon companions, and considering that most of his team were already extremely bulky, this was quite an accomplishment. The turtle's shell was scarred badly from the many battles he participated in, though the Shellfish Pokemon's expression was one of a hardened war-veteran. However, his personality was a stark contrast from his appearance. The Blastoise always had a jovial and optimistic personality, even when he was pranking as his first form. He retained his personality through evolution, much like the others, though he seemingly became jollier each time. Blastoise did however, get very cranky if someone stole his sunglasses, despite the current condition of them, he found the shades to be sentimental.
Snorlax. The chubby panda-like Pokemon used to be an annoying obstacle in Red's Pokemon journey, blocking the important intersection of Route 12. However, after catching the giant and great beast, he proved to be great assistance, able to endure quite a bit of damage, and counter effectively. And though you may believe a downside of the chubby bear was being unwilling, you were WRONG! Snorlax was extremely willing for one of his species, apparently retaining his hyperactive personality from his previous Munchlax form. The problem was that he used to be very, VERY slow, more so than a Slugma, for crying out loud! Key word, USED to be, as his training on Mt. Silver was heavily focused on speed, counter-acting the bear's natural sluggishness somewhat. He'll never be as fast as his trainer's electric starter, that's for sure. As mentioned previously, Snorlax has a natural determination from within him, as well as being more hyperactive than the others. However, even he couldn't escape the occasional random naps and pigging out his species frequently participated in. Though overall, Snorlax was extremely polite to every single Pokemon he met, if not being overzealous.
Lapras. The Gentle Pokemon was rewarded as a gift from the Silph Co president to Red, as he had just defeated Giovanni, leader of the nefarious Team Rocket. Red merely grabbed the pokeball containing his new Lapras rather than releasing it and examining it; he and his Pokemon were just too tired and worn out to worry about it. After all of his Pokemon companions were healed, Red left the PokeCenter in order to let Lapras out. Once the Transport Pokemon was released from a capsule that a certain electric starter hated with a passion, its eyes shifted about nervously, and once they met with Red's emotionless expression, the Lapras yelped out anxiously. He quickly retreated into its shell, shaking in fright all the while. Red's gaze softened before he tapped lightly on his newest addition to his Pokemon team, causing the nervous creature to poke his head out slowly. Once it's neck was completely extended, Red flashed one of his extremely rare smiles, somehow assuring the very anxious Lapras. Lapras was always extremely cautious and indecisive about many things, be it simple or significant. However, the Gentle Pokemon instantly bonded with his team mates, even the distrusting Charizard, who was a Charmeleon at the time. The Transport Pokemon also had the nickname of, 'The Translator.' Once Red actually made an effort to use his Pokedex and found out that Lapras' species understood the human language more than other Pokemon species, the scarlet-clad trainer made a new goal: teach Lapras how to talk. This was rather difficult, considering the fact that Red himself barely spoke, though with the many passing years, patience and effort, the silent trainer finally managed to teach the Gentle Pokemon how to speak.
Sighing softly, Red shifted his attention to his still training Pokemon companions, who weren't breathing too heavily or even breaking a sweat. Suddenly, everybody stopped, as they heard some giggling and felt some light rumbles.
Everybody, trainer and Pokemon alike, looked for the source of the sounds and vibrations, leading them to some of the stalactites which haven't been melted by Charizard's scorching blue tail-flame. After a few moments, a low and gruff voice muttered in Pokespeech, 'Are you going to tell them?'
A high-pitched bubbly voice chirped back with, 'Okay big brother! I'll tell the always-training tough Pokemon about that, since you're too shy!'
This was followed by a long and awkward silence between the two mystery Pokemon, before the masculine voice replied stoically, 'I'm much younger than- never mind, just tell the Pokemon.'
Though Red didn't understand the mumbling, Lapras signaled to his trainer with one of the various signs he learned from his charcoal-haired trainer, 'A Pokemon wants to talk with us, something about... getting kicked out?!'
Everyone abruptly shifted their heads toward the frozen and spiky ceiling of the cavern they've lived in for five years, shock evident in their faces. Snorlax recovered the quickest, and instead of being his usual hyperactive self, he inhaled deeply before slowly asking, 'Excuse Miss mysterious, but I believe that all of my companions, as well as my trainer, are curious as to why you are supposedly kicking us out from our fine establishment?'
Pikachu rose an eyebrow at his chubby and gluttonous partner, while Blastoise chuckled at the silence that came in response from the enigmatic duo, who seemed to be surprised at the Snorlax's formal question.
The deep voice cleared his throat, mumbling loud enough for everyone to hear, 'At last, somebody else who speaks properly...'
The disembodied masculine sound coughed softly before he breathed deeply, only to be interrupted by his 'little sister' who, using telepathy on every being inside the cozy cave, screamed out, 'DOES IT REALLY MATTER!?'
Red and his whole entire team of six, save for Snorlax, clutched their ears in pain, thanks to the outburst of the impatient bodyless voice. As his friends and trainer groaned while rolling about, Snorlax coughed slightly in an attempt to catch the feminine voice's attention. Luckily for the naturally-gluttonous Pokemon, she made a concerned remark of his cough, giving him the chance to interrogate her.
Snorlax completely ignored the mysterious being's comment, before telling her that he would explain why SHE needed to tell an explanation. With the others still rolling about in pain, the impatient voice accepted the Snorlax's request, albeit reluctantly.
The chubby Pokemon clasped his stubby hands together before starting, 'You see-' He couldn't even begin before the childish voice groaned in boredom.
'Fine! Me and big brother will tell you why we're kicking you out!' She yelled out whiningly to Snorlax. The (not) Sleeping Pokemon sweatdropped at the lack of a certain virtue a disembodied voice had, and though he was happy to obtain answers, he wanted his explanation to be long and drawn out.
The mysterious feminine voice sighed loudly before she started, fortunately once everyone else wasn't in pain from her previous scream. And thus, the impatient voice began to explain some needed things to the concerned Pokemon and their trainer...