"A rare pokemon in the metropolitan jungle? Now what?" thought the
collector has he walked through the streets of Goldenrod City. "She had
better not be lying to me..... Why would a rare pokemon be here, unless,
maybe it is already someone's? That does not matter, I will make it mine."
The collector had just gotten a new location out of Tasha. She claimed that a rare pokemon, the likes of which have never been seen, was living right in this concrete jungle. He could not tell if she was telling the truth or not. She seemed honest, but why would a pokemon voluntarily live so close to people? Unless, of course it was already caught. But then, a pokemon like that would have been reported. The man could find no information in the Goldenrod City's Pokemon Center's computer system. The Pokemon Center was where he was heading.
Knowing that he was most likely to find the information he needed there, the collector made bee-line for the Center. Nurse Joy would know everything about any pokemon in the city, plus the trainers would be there to gossip. He was confident he would soon have another addition to his collection.
He entered, keeping his identity secret. Several trainers were milling around, most waiting for their pokemon to come back for physicals. He approached Joy and started a casual conversation, which he eventually led to the topic of rare pokemon.
"Are there any really rare pokemon in the city?" he asked.
"I am not aloud to disclose that kind of information," replied Nurse Joy, eyeing him suspiciously. "I am sorry, I need to get back to my work." She walked away.
The collector went to a corner and pretended to read a magazine, but he was really listening to the trainers' conversations. He quickly grew frustrated though, because they talked of nothing that was of value to him. The collector noticed it was getting late. He quickly made up his mind to stay the night and see what information he could gather.
Slowly a steady stream of trainers came to spend the night at the Center. They were mostly young kids, not much different than Tasha, actually. The trainers were still too excited to call it a day, so they gathered in small groups and exchanged stories. The collector began to focus on various groups, hoping to hear something. His ear caught a conversation between two guys and two girls.
"No serious!" insisted the first boy, "It was last night. I was out, alone, when about twenty rockets jumped me!"
"A second ago it was only ten," chuckled one of the girl.
"That isn't the point!" exclaimed the first speaker. "I mean, just when I thought I was done for the rockets dropped over, unconscious!"
"You are making this up," accused the other boy.
"Am not!" the first boy, "I looked up and I saw this white streak flying away. It was amazing!"
"Are you saying you were saved by an angel?" asked the girl.
"But it didn't have wings," commented the first.
"That reminds me of something I've heard," commented the last girl, "It is sort of like a local urban legend."
"What?" asked the other three.
"I'm not sure of the details, but the story goes," the girl explained, "After the rockets tried to take over the Radio Tower a mysterious guardian moved in. It is some kind of pokemon that only appears at night. It roams the streets, without fear, and helps those in need. It seems to be especially against Team Rocket. Those who have seen it have only seen glimpse, like a flash of white, or a strange blue light."
"Wow!" exclaimed the other girl.
"You are making this up," accused the other boy.
The collector did not stick around to hear the end of the conversation. He slipped out of the door and began to make plans. He silently retraced his steps back to his helicopter.
"Computer, analyze a strategy to catch a pokemon. Limits; nocturnal, flies, unknown power and skill, plus the possibility of human witnesses....." he ordered as he began to dig through his supplies.
"Analyzing, please wait...." the computer replied.
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"You need to get some sleep," Prof. Hale urged his fellow scientist.
"I can't sleep, not until I know Tasha is safe," her father replied. Oddish had the same depressed look on her face.
"You can't help her by worrying," remarked Prof. Hale.
"How did you deal with being trapped by the Unown?" asked Tasha's father.
"I am not exactly sure......." he replied, "Nothing made sense in that case."
"Nothing makes sense in this case," muttered Tasha's dad.
"Come on," encouraged Prof. Hale, "Do your daughter a favor and get some sleep." Prof. Hale escorted the tired archeologist back to his tent.
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"That's it!" exclaimed the collector as he heard the computer's strategy. "That is the best you've got! I'd be better off winging it!" The collector gathered his assortment of equipment and left. He had his supersonic projector, a smaller version of the ruined bazooka, with a variety of different ammunition, several nets that he could easily activate, and the same stringy glue he had used on Zapdos.
He walked towards the worst part of the city. If the information was true, the 'mysterious guardian of the city' would head there. He was far from alone on the streets. Several drug dealers were still out, as well as a handful of rockets plotting in the shadows. The collector was too preoccupied to notice them, though. He quickly made his way across the city.
By taking the quickest route he was soon at the divider between the ghetto and the penthouses; the local park. It was quite large, actually, but not Central Park size. He sped-walked through the trees and strange shadows, eager to meet his next challenge. A sharp cry caught his ear. He turned his head and silently approached the sound.
The source turned out to be an injured Raticate. Several members of Team Rocket had surrounded it and they were throwing stones. The Raticate cried out as it was hit, then it collapsed. The rocket grunts did not stop, though.
"Not my problem," thought the collector as he turned to leave. But then the whole area strangely started to glow blue. The collector ducked behind the bushes and instinctively gripped his weapon.
The rocket agents noticed the light and began to look around. Then they began to glow, stronger than the area around them. They collapsed. The light grew stronger and they disappeared, Teleported somewhere. The collector gasped.
The night returned. But then a white figure landed on the grass, bending down to the injured Raticate. It glowed with pale blue light and the rat pokemon stood up, now healed. The light highlighted the pokemon's features. It had a sharp, angular head and a too thin neck. From the back of its head to the middle of its shoulders was a 'second neck.' It was well over six feet tall, standing on its two feline-like feet, on the toes. Its long tail was deep violet in color, while the rest of its body was completely white. It raised a paw and the collector could see its three 'knobs', which were some kind of awkward fingers.
"This is it!" thought the collector as he aimed his weapon at the unsuspecting pokemon's back. He fired. The pokemon, sensing something was wrong quickly reacted. It turned and stopped the electrical attack with a glowing blue paw. The energy hovered in the air a minute, then was sent right back at the collector! He barely had time to dodge it, leaving the safety of the shadows. The Raticate fled.
The collector stood up and faced the pokemon. The pokemon's eyes were glowing, and it was angry. The collector could see the intelligence in its face. He knew that this pokemon was smart, and strong. He realized that he may just lose. The collector raised his weapon again and prepared to fire.
He didn't even get a chance to attack. The pokemon struck first and the last thing the collector remembered was a bright flash of light.
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"Tasha, please....NO!" cried Tasha's father in his sleep. He was having nightmares about his daughter. He woke up, fearful of what he had seen.
"Please just bring my daughter back, please," he began to pray.
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"What happened?" muttered the collector as he woke up with a headache. The visions of the night came back. He had lost, and one pokemon still eluded him.
"It does not matter," he told himself, "Soon they will all be mine." He began to look around. He was outside of town, about a mile from his helicopter. The man gathered his bag with his weapons, only to find them destroyed.
"Curses!" he exclaimed, "Count your victory temporary. I will win." He gathered himself and returned to his helicopter. He set the auto-pilot to his home, stewing all the way.
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"So, another who wishes to posses me," the pokemon thought, watching him from a distance. "I knew I would be taking a risk by living here...... But there is something about him that doesn't seem right. He is no threat to me, unless he tells others. But I can easily erase his memories. Still, there is something that doesn't seem right. And I will figure out what." The pokemon left its post and began to track the helicopter, keeping out of sight of everyone with the help of its shield.
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The collector had just gotten a new location out of Tasha. She claimed that a rare pokemon, the likes of which have never been seen, was living right in this concrete jungle. He could not tell if she was telling the truth or not. She seemed honest, but why would a pokemon voluntarily live so close to people? Unless, of course it was already caught. But then, a pokemon like that would have been reported. The man could find no information in the Goldenrod City's Pokemon Center's computer system. The Pokemon Center was where he was heading.
Knowing that he was most likely to find the information he needed there, the collector made bee-line for the Center. Nurse Joy would know everything about any pokemon in the city, plus the trainers would be there to gossip. He was confident he would soon have another addition to his collection.
He entered, keeping his identity secret. Several trainers were milling around, most waiting for their pokemon to come back for physicals. He approached Joy and started a casual conversation, which he eventually led to the topic of rare pokemon.
"Are there any really rare pokemon in the city?" he asked.
"I am not aloud to disclose that kind of information," replied Nurse Joy, eyeing him suspiciously. "I am sorry, I need to get back to my work." She walked away.
The collector went to a corner and pretended to read a magazine, but he was really listening to the trainers' conversations. He quickly grew frustrated though, because they talked of nothing that was of value to him. The collector noticed it was getting late. He quickly made up his mind to stay the night and see what information he could gather.
Slowly a steady stream of trainers came to spend the night at the Center. They were mostly young kids, not much different than Tasha, actually. The trainers were still too excited to call it a day, so they gathered in small groups and exchanged stories. The collector began to focus on various groups, hoping to hear something. His ear caught a conversation between two guys and two girls.
"No serious!" insisted the first boy, "It was last night. I was out, alone, when about twenty rockets jumped me!"
"A second ago it was only ten," chuckled one of the girl.
"That isn't the point!" exclaimed the first speaker. "I mean, just when I thought I was done for the rockets dropped over, unconscious!"
"You are making this up," accused the other boy.
"Am not!" the first boy, "I looked up and I saw this white streak flying away. It was amazing!"
"Are you saying you were saved by an angel?" asked the girl.
"But it didn't have wings," commented the first.
"That reminds me of something I've heard," commented the last girl, "It is sort of like a local urban legend."
"What?" asked the other three.
"I'm not sure of the details, but the story goes," the girl explained, "After the rockets tried to take over the Radio Tower a mysterious guardian moved in. It is some kind of pokemon that only appears at night. It roams the streets, without fear, and helps those in need. It seems to be especially against Team Rocket. Those who have seen it have only seen glimpse, like a flash of white, or a strange blue light."
"Wow!" exclaimed the other girl.
"You are making this up," accused the other boy.
The collector did not stick around to hear the end of the conversation. He slipped out of the door and began to make plans. He silently retraced his steps back to his helicopter.
"Computer, analyze a strategy to catch a pokemon. Limits; nocturnal, flies, unknown power and skill, plus the possibility of human witnesses....." he ordered as he began to dig through his supplies.
"Analyzing, please wait...." the computer replied.
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"You need to get some sleep," Prof. Hale urged his fellow scientist.
"I can't sleep, not until I know Tasha is safe," her father replied. Oddish had the same depressed look on her face.
"You can't help her by worrying," remarked Prof. Hale.
"How did you deal with being trapped by the Unown?" asked Tasha's father.
"I am not exactly sure......." he replied, "Nothing made sense in that case."
"Nothing makes sense in this case," muttered Tasha's dad.
"Come on," encouraged Prof. Hale, "Do your daughter a favor and get some sleep." Prof. Hale escorted the tired archeologist back to his tent.
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"That's it!" exclaimed the collector as he heard the computer's strategy. "That is the best you've got! I'd be better off winging it!" The collector gathered his assortment of equipment and left. He had his supersonic projector, a smaller version of the ruined bazooka, with a variety of different ammunition, several nets that he could easily activate, and the same stringy glue he had used on Zapdos.
He walked towards the worst part of the city. If the information was true, the 'mysterious guardian of the city' would head there. He was far from alone on the streets. Several drug dealers were still out, as well as a handful of rockets plotting in the shadows. The collector was too preoccupied to notice them, though. He quickly made his way across the city.
By taking the quickest route he was soon at the divider between the ghetto and the penthouses; the local park. It was quite large, actually, but not Central Park size. He sped-walked through the trees and strange shadows, eager to meet his next challenge. A sharp cry caught his ear. He turned his head and silently approached the sound.
The source turned out to be an injured Raticate. Several members of Team Rocket had surrounded it and they were throwing stones. The Raticate cried out as it was hit, then it collapsed. The rocket grunts did not stop, though.
"Not my problem," thought the collector as he turned to leave. But then the whole area strangely started to glow blue. The collector ducked behind the bushes and instinctively gripped his weapon.
The rocket agents noticed the light and began to look around. Then they began to glow, stronger than the area around them. They collapsed. The light grew stronger and they disappeared, Teleported somewhere. The collector gasped.
The night returned. But then a white figure landed on the grass, bending down to the injured Raticate. It glowed with pale blue light and the rat pokemon stood up, now healed. The light highlighted the pokemon's features. It had a sharp, angular head and a too thin neck. From the back of its head to the middle of its shoulders was a 'second neck.' It was well over six feet tall, standing on its two feline-like feet, on the toes. Its long tail was deep violet in color, while the rest of its body was completely white. It raised a paw and the collector could see its three 'knobs', which were some kind of awkward fingers.
"This is it!" thought the collector as he aimed his weapon at the unsuspecting pokemon's back. He fired. The pokemon, sensing something was wrong quickly reacted. It turned and stopped the electrical attack with a glowing blue paw. The energy hovered in the air a minute, then was sent right back at the collector! He barely had time to dodge it, leaving the safety of the shadows. The Raticate fled.
The collector stood up and faced the pokemon. The pokemon's eyes were glowing, and it was angry. The collector could see the intelligence in its face. He knew that this pokemon was smart, and strong. He realized that he may just lose. The collector raised his weapon again and prepared to fire.
He didn't even get a chance to attack. The pokemon struck first and the last thing the collector remembered was a bright flash of light.
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"Tasha, please....NO!" cried Tasha's father in his sleep. He was having nightmares about his daughter. He woke up, fearful of what he had seen.
"Please just bring my daughter back, please," he began to pray.
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"What happened?" muttered the collector as he woke up with a headache. The visions of the night came back. He had lost, and one pokemon still eluded him.
"It does not matter," he told himself, "Soon they will all be mine." He began to look around. He was outside of town, about a mile from his helicopter. The man gathered his bag with his weapons, only to find them destroyed.
"Curses!" he exclaimed, "Count your victory temporary. I will win." He gathered himself and returned to his helicopter. He set the auto-pilot to his home, stewing all the way.
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"So, another who wishes to posses me," the pokemon thought, watching him from a distance. "I knew I would be taking a risk by living here...... But there is something about him that doesn't seem right. He is no threat to me, unless he tells others. But I can easily erase his memories. Still, there is something that doesn't seem right. And I will figure out what." The pokemon left its post and began to track the helicopter, keeping out of sight of everyone with the help of its shield.
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