The Pokemon Adventure of Dante Merton
By: Chaotic-Swordsman-Brad
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon, but Dante and the region he starts off in are mine
Authors Note: For those of you, who read the (VERY short) first chapter and are still reading, I apologize for the messed up paragraphs in it. It was my first experience with Fanfiction.net's upload system and in writing fanfiction in general, thanx for sticking with me and this chapter hopefully wont get messed up ok that's all.
'____' Indicates inner monologue.
Chapter 2
The Science Center was probably the largest building in the Pokemon section of Redroe City. The large revolving glass doors were constantly spinning as aides dashed in and out on errands. Prof. Palm was the official Pokemon expert in this region. Dante had never actually met him, but most said he was a nice guy.
Dante went through the doors and up to the receptionist. "Um, hello." He said.
"Oh, hi," The receptionist said, "how can I help you?"
"Um, Yeah, actually I'm looking to speak with Prof. Palm. Is he available?"
"The Prof.?" She said. "Oh yeah. He's on the third floor, very end of the hall."
"Thank you." Dante said. He got on the elevator and pushed the three. The elevator music was pretty catchy, he started whistling. He was actually tapping his feet like a complete idiot when the door on floor two opened. He stopped immediately and sweat dropped, three aides got on with him, one of which was a really hot red-headed Chick.
He straightened up to his full height and cleared his throat. Quietly scooted next to her, and was about to open his mouth when the door opened and everyone got out. Dante sweat dropped again. He hung his head in shame as he shamefully walked out last.
The aides dispersed to different rooms down the hall. The hall reminded him a lot of school. With different rooms spaced far apart and the principals office looming in the distance. He had bad memories of the principal's office, getting sent there repeatedly for scaring the shit out of students with his eyes.
'Oh well,' He thought, 'better face my fear'. He opened the door and went in.
A middle-aged man sat at the desk in the office. He had glasses, and shoulder-length blonde hair and a goatee. He was wearing jeans, and a Hawaiian shirt under a lab coat. And was pretty large around the middle. He looked pretty engaged in whatever he was doing. He didn't even notice that Dante had entered the room until he closed the door forcefully.
"Oh, what?" He looked confused; "Who are you? What do you want?"
"Uh, hi," Dante replied, "I'm Dante Merton. I came from the PokeCenter. I'm getting my license and Nurse Joy told me to come to you for some pointers."
"And you thought that was important enough to interrupt my Tetris?"
"Uh, yeah actually." Dante was getting kind of annoyed with this guy. "You are the region's Pokemon Expert and I didn't go to Pokemon academy, so I'm pretty much screwed when it comes to Pokemon training. So will you help?"
"Oh, Of course," He seemed a bit taken aback at Dante's attitude, "why didn't you say so?"
"I did."
"Really? I must've missed that. Oh well, come with me."
He led Dante to a lab on the second floor, there were nine pokeballs on a table. Palm pulled one of the aides over to the side and whispered something to him. The aide scurried off into the hall.
"Well Dottie, lets talk for a second." The Prof. said. "Come sit over here." He pointed to two lab stools at the table.
"My name is Dante, not Dottie you idiot." Dante replied crossly. He sat down at one of the stools.
"Hey, hey, hey. Don't insult the Poke Prof.!" He looked genuinely offended, "do you want my help or not?"
"Yes," he hated this, "I'm sorry" He had to grit his teeth through the last part. "Please help me."
"Ok." He said "lets start with basic Pokemon knowledge. You know that there are four regions right?"
"Yes I do." Dante replied "Johto, Kanto, Hoenn, and Raienn where we are."
"Yes that's correct. And each region has a Poke Prof. Right?"
"Yes," Dante was getting annoyed again, he had learned this at regular school, "Oak of Kanto, Elm of Johto, Birch of Hoenn, and you, Palm of Raienn" then he realized something, "Why the hell are you all named after trees?"
"Ah yes, your clever aren't you?" Dante had thought he was being sarcastic, but he was actually so dense that he thought it took effort to figure out that they were all named after trees. "And that is the root of my story. You see, I was going to be a male model until the Pokemon league found out my last name was Palm. Apparently it is a job requirement for all Poke Profs. To have tree names. But by then I was to old to go back to school and actually learn stuff. They decided to make me a Prof. anyway, I get worshipped by trainers everywhere and get a staff of thirty aides to do my bidding and run errands and do sciency stuff."
Dante was actually to stunned to anime-faint. This man was a complete and total fool. Why did the Poke League have to have that stupid a rule? 'It was probably founded by the same kind of idiot as Palm.' "So what is your point?" was what came out of his mouth.
"My point is that each one of these Profs. Has had a major role in a Pokemasters life. Oak Sent Red and Blue out into the world, Elm started Gold, and Silver on their paths," (author note: I've never played crystal, so she's not on the list) "and Birch Sent his son and neighbors daughter, Brendan and May, on a journey through Hoenn. It is the responsibility of each Poke Prof. to train a couple of Pokemasters.
Dante had only paid minor attention to him, but got the gist of the idiot's babble. "Once again I'll ask, what's the point?"
"The point is that I've chosen you to be my Pokemaster."
It took a couple of seconds before the words sank in. but when they did, his first reply was, "What!?"
"You will be my Pokemaster." He said simply.
"Why?" Was all he could muster.
"Well, normally I would say that I see a fiery spirit inside your eyes but they scare the piss out of me. Or that you have kind heart, perfect for a trainer, but I just met you so I cant really say that for sure. The real reason is that you are the first trainer to come to me with a problem, so I pick you."
"That makes no sense. But if you say so, I'll do it. It's not like I have a choice."
"Good, good, good. That means you can have one of these Pokeballs for your first Pokemon. They contain the starter poke of each region. That's Squirtle, Totodile, and Mudkip for the water. Charmander, Cyndaquil, and Torchic for fire. And Bulbasaur, Chikorita, and Treecko for the grass. You can have one."
"Just one?"
"Just one."
"But I was going to use the Absol I saved."
"You saved an Absol? They're very rare."
"I know, it's going to be my starter, plus one of these."
"No, you can't have two starters. Just use the Absol."
"Really? Ok. But, hey I gotta go. My paperwork's probably finished."
"Right, well, become a Pokemaster for me. I'm gonna go play Tetris."
Dante sweat-Dropped again. "Like it's that easy to become a Pokemaster. Stupid idiot." Palm was already gone and couldn't hear him.
Dante left the Science center, and headed to the PokeCenter. Nurse Joy was waiting with his paperwork. Ten minutes later he had a Pokemon trainer license and a Pokeputer: a combination pokedex, pokegear, and pokenav. With the added ability to see the health level of your pokemon. He got a pokeball with his Absol in it. And a half-hour later, he was on the outskirts of Redroe City.
His journey had begun.
Author note: FINALLY finished. This is a pretty good chapter I think. I hope I got the paragraphs right. R & R, constructive criticism and praise only please. NO flaming please.
By: Chaotic-Swordsman-Brad
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon, but Dante and the region he starts off in are mine
Authors Note: For those of you, who read the (VERY short) first chapter and are still reading, I apologize for the messed up paragraphs in it. It was my first experience with Fanfiction.net's upload system and in writing fanfiction in general, thanx for sticking with me and this chapter hopefully wont get messed up ok that's all.
'____' Indicates inner monologue.
Chapter 2
The Science Center was probably the largest building in the Pokemon section of Redroe City. The large revolving glass doors were constantly spinning as aides dashed in and out on errands. Prof. Palm was the official Pokemon expert in this region. Dante had never actually met him, but most said he was a nice guy.
Dante went through the doors and up to the receptionist. "Um, hello." He said.
"Oh, hi," The receptionist said, "how can I help you?"
"Um, Yeah, actually I'm looking to speak with Prof. Palm. Is he available?"
"The Prof.?" She said. "Oh yeah. He's on the third floor, very end of the hall."
"Thank you." Dante said. He got on the elevator and pushed the three. The elevator music was pretty catchy, he started whistling. He was actually tapping his feet like a complete idiot when the door on floor two opened. He stopped immediately and sweat dropped, three aides got on with him, one of which was a really hot red-headed Chick.
He straightened up to his full height and cleared his throat. Quietly scooted next to her, and was about to open his mouth when the door opened and everyone got out. Dante sweat dropped again. He hung his head in shame as he shamefully walked out last.
The aides dispersed to different rooms down the hall. The hall reminded him a lot of school. With different rooms spaced far apart and the principals office looming in the distance. He had bad memories of the principal's office, getting sent there repeatedly for scaring the shit out of students with his eyes.
'Oh well,' He thought, 'better face my fear'. He opened the door and went in.
A middle-aged man sat at the desk in the office. He had glasses, and shoulder-length blonde hair and a goatee. He was wearing jeans, and a Hawaiian shirt under a lab coat. And was pretty large around the middle. He looked pretty engaged in whatever he was doing. He didn't even notice that Dante had entered the room until he closed the door forcefully.
"Oh, what?" He looked confused; "Who are you? What do you want?"
"Uh, hi," Dante replied, "I'm Dante Merton. I came from the PokeCenter. I'm getting my license and Nurse Joy told me to come to you for some pointers."
"And you thought that was important enough to interrupt my Tetris?"
"Uh, yeah actually." Dante was getting kind of annoyed with this guy. "You are the region's Pokemon Expert and I didn't go to Pokemon academy, so I'm pretty much screwed when it comes to Pokemon training. So will you help?"
"Oh, Of course," He seemed a bit taken aback at Dante's attitude, "why didn't you say so?"
"I did."
"Really? I must've missed that. Oh well, come with me."
He led Dante to a lab on the second floor, there were nine pokeballs on a table. Palm pulled one of the aides over to the side and whispered something to him. The aide scurried off into the hall.
"Well Dottie, lets talk for a second." The Prof. said. "Come sit over here." He pointed to two lab stools at the table.
"My name is Dante, not Dottie you idiot." Dante replied crossly. He sat down at one of the stools.
"Hey, hey, hey. Don't insult the Poke Prof.!" He looked genuinely offended, "do you want my help or not?"
"Yes," he hated this, "I'm sorry" He had to grit his teeth through the last part. "Please help me."
"Ok." He said "lets start with basic Pokemon knowledge. You know that there are four regions right?"
"Yes I do." Dante replied "Johto, Kanto, Hoenn, and Raienn where we are."
"Yes that's correct. And each region has a Poke Prof. Right?"
"Yes," Dante was getting annoyed again, he had learned this at regular school, "Oak of Kanto, Elm of Johto, Birch of Hoenn, and you, Palm of Raienn" then he realized something, "Why the hell are you all named after trees?"
"Ah yes, your clever aren't you?" Dante had thought he was being sarcastic, but he was actually so dense that he thought it took effort to figure out that they were all named after trees. "And that is the root of my story. You see, I was going to be a male model until the Pokemon league found out my last name was Palm. Apparently it is a job requirement for all Poke Profs. To have tree names. But by then I was to old to go back to school and actually learn stuff. They decided to make me a Prof. anyway, I get worshipped by trainers everywhere and get a staff of thirty aides to do my bidding and run errands and do sciency stuff."
Dante was actually to stunned to anime-faint. This man was a complete and total fool. Why did the Poke League have to have that stupid a rule? 'It was probably founded by the same kind of idiot as Palm.' "So what is your point?" was what came out of his mouth.
"My point is that each one of these Profs. Has had a major role in a Pokemasters life. Oak Sent Red and Blue out into the world, Elm started Gold, and Silver on their paths," (author note: I've never played crystal, so she's not on the list) "and Birch Sent his son and neighbors daughter, Brendan and May, on a journey through Hoenn. It is the responsibility of each Poke Prof. to train a couple of Pokemasters.
Dante had only paid minor attention to him, but got the gist of the idiot's babble. "Once again I'll ask, what's the point?"
"The point is that I've chosen you to be my Pokemaster."
It took a couple of seconds before the words sank in. but when they did, his first reply was, "What!?"
"You will be my Pokemaster." He said simply.
"Why?" Was all he could muster.
"Well, normally I would say that I see a fiery spirit inside your eyes but they scare the piss out of me. Or that you have kind heart, perfect for a trainer, but I just met you so I cant really say that for sure. The real reason is that you are the first trainer to come to me with a problem, so I pick you."
"That makes no sense. But if you say so, I'll do it. It's not like I have a choice."
"Good, good, good. That means you can have one of these Pokeballs for your first Pokemon. They contain the starter poke of each region. That's Squirtle, Totodile, and Mudkip for the water. Charmander, Cyndaquil, and Torchic for fire. And Bulbasaur, Chikorita, and Treecko for the grass. You can have one."
"Just one?"
"Just one."
"But I was going to use the Absol I saved."
"You saved an Absol? They're very rare."
"I know, it's going to be my starter, plus one of these."
"No, you can't have two starters. Just use the Absol."
"Really? Ok. But, hey I gotta go. My paperwork's probably finished."
"Right, well, become a Pokemaster for me. I'm gonna go play Tetris."
Dante sweat-Dropped again. "Like it's that easy to become a Pokemaster. Stupid idiot." Palm was already gone and couldn't hear him.
Dante left the Science center, and headed to the PokeCenter. Nurse Joy was waiting with his paperwork. Ten minutes later he had a Pokemon trainer license and a Pokeputer: a combination pokedex, pokegear, and pokenav. With the added ability to see the health level of your pokemon. He got a pokeball with his Absol in it. And a half-hour later, he was on the outskirts of Redroe City.
His journey had begun.
Author note: FINALLY finished. This is a pretty good chapter I think. I hope I got the paragraphs right. R & R, constructive criticism and praise only please. NO flaming please.