Author note:
Pokemon speech is in
Chapter 1: His First League Pokemon
Patrick walked home that night, savoring the calm night and warm air. "What Pokemon should I chose? Charmander? Bulbasaur? Squirtle? I just don't know." He looked around slightly nervously; making sure no one was around. He was still outside of town, so there was no one to be seen. He slowly pulled a small, yellow, blue, and red ball out of his pocket. An odd-looking device, his home built pokeball was red on the bottom with a green button that matched the color of his eyes. The top was split down the center, one side painted yellow, and the other painted blue. A metallic silver line ran between the colors along the horizontal equator. The device expanded in his hand and he let his first Pokemon, a Dragonair, out. "What do you think, Dragonair?" asked Patrick. Anyone seeing the pair might have thought Patrick crazy to see him speak to the Pokemon, wait for its response, and continue talking to it as if he understood it. But in fact, that was exactly what was happening. Patrick had been able to understand Pokemon since he was very young.
"I think you should choose Charmander, myself."
"Well, I've always trusted you in the past, pal. I think you should go back in your ball and rest up for tomorrow," Patrick said. "Draigonair, Return." He called and Draigonair condensed back into his ball. The rest of the trip was uneventful, save for a gust that almost blew his hat off his head. When he got home, he said goodnight to his mom and went to bed.
When he had talked to the Professor yesterday, He told Patrick to be by at about 8:30 the next morning. He woke up at seven, had a shower, and ate a breakfast prepared by his mom. "Don't forget to come back for your things after you get your Pokemon" his mom called after him as he rode away on his folding bicycle.
A feeling of freedom overtook the young trainer as he knocked on the door of Professor Oak's Laboratory building on the hill. "The door's open, Patrick. Come in" a voice called from the window.
"Okay Professor. I'll be right there." Patrick called back while opening the door and walking in.
"Good morning, Professor." Patrick said.
"Good morning, Patrick. Have you thought about which Pokemon you want?"
"Well, Professor, I have a question to ask first. I already have several Pokemon. So, will I still be able to get one today?" "Of course, lad. The Pokemon League requires me to issue you a backpack, a map, six pokeballs, and a Pokemon," said the Professor. "So which one will it be?"
"I'd like a Charmander, please."
"A fine choice, lad"
As Professor Oak reached into a box to get Charmander, he said, "Also, I'd like to give you a Pokedex, too. A Pokedex is a device that can give you information on all known species of Pokemon. It also has a scan feature that can identify unknown Pokemon. Also, I would like to register your Pokemon with the League, for insurance purposes and the like."
"Sure, Professor. I've got a Pikachu, a Syther, a Pidgey, a Voltorb, and a Draigonair," Patrick said, counting them off on his fingers. Pulling out his Pokeballs, Patrick smiled slightly as the Professor, who was wide eyed and looked astonished.
"Did you say Draigonair?" asked a still slightly dumbfounded Professor.
"Yes sir, I did. Why?" asked Patrick.
"There are only two people on record to ever have a Dragonair. One you might have heard of. A boy named Ash Ketchum. He is from right here in Pallet. The first one is... well, he's no one you'd have heard of. This is quite an accomplishment for someone who's not even a trainer yet," replied Professor Oak in a serious, and somehow ominous sounding voice.
"Who is the other trainer?" Patrick silently thought to himself. "I'll have to find out, somehow or another."
Patrick handed his Pokeballs to Professor Oak and he placed them in a machine to be registered. When he was handed his Pokeballs back, Charmander was among them. He thanked the professor and was on his way back home to show his mom his new Charmander.
"Wow. I'm really only the third person to have a registered Draigonair." Patrick said to the wind as he rode home. Still, a little part of his brain couldn't help but think about who the first trainer was.
Already the dark clouds were gathering around the young man who hadn't even been a League trainer for a day.
Chapter 1: His First League Pokemon
Patrick walked home that night, savoring the calm night and warm air. "What Pokemon should I chose? Charmander? Bulbasaur? Squirtle? I just don't know." He looked around slightly nervously; making sure no one was around. He was still outside of town, so there was no one to be seen. He slowly pulled a small, yellow, blue, and red ball out of his pocket. An odd-looking device, his home built pokeball was red on the bottom with a green button that matched the color of his eyes. The top was split down the center, one side painted yellow, and the other painted blue. A metallic silver line ran between the colors along the horizontal equator. The device expanded in his hand and he let his first Pokemon, a Dragonair, out. "What do you think, Dragonair?" asked Patrick. Anyone seeing the pair might have thought Patrick crazy to see him speak to the Pokemon, wait for its response, and continue talking to it as if he understood it. But in fact, that was exactly what was happening. Patrick had been able to understand Pokemon since he was very young.
"I think you should choose Charmander, myself."
"Well, I've always trusted you in the past, pal. I think you should go back in your ball and rest up for tomorrow," Patrick said. "Draigonair, Return." He called and Draigonair condensed back into his ball. The rest of the trip was uneventful, save for a gust that almost blew his hat off his head. When he got home, he said goodnight to his mom and went to bed.
When he had talked to the Professor yesterday, He told Patrick to be by at about 8:30 the next morning. He woke up at seven, had a shower, and ate a breakfast prepared by his mom. "Don't forget to come back for your things after you get your Pokemon" his mom called after him as he rode away on his folding bicycle.
A feeling of freedom overtook the young trainer as he knocked on the door of Professor Oak's Laboratory building on the hill. "The door's open, Patrick. Come in" a voice called from the window.
"Okay Professor. I'll be right there." Patrick called back while opening the door and walking in.
"Good morning, Professor." Patrick said.
"Good morning, Patrick. Have you thought about which Pokemon you want?"
"Well, Professor, I have a question to ask first. I already have several Pokemon. So, will I still be able to get one today?" "Of course, lad. The Pokemon League requires me to issue you a backpack, a map, six pokeballs, and a Pokemon," said the Professor. "So which one will it be?"
"I'd like a Charmander, please."
"A fine choice, lad"
As Professor Oak reached into a box to get Charmander, he said, "Also, I'd like to give you a Pokedex, too. A Pokedex is a device that can give you information on all known species of Pokemon. It also has a scan feature that can identify unknown Pokemon. Also, I would like to register your Pokemon with the League, for insurance purposes and the like."
"Sure, Professor. I've got a Pikachu, a Syther, a Pidgey, a Voltorb, and a Draigonair," Patrick said, counting them off on his fingers. Pulling out his Pokeballs, Patrick smiled slightly as the Professor, who was wide eyed and looked astonished.
"Did you say Draigonair?" asked a still slightly dumbfounded Professor.
"Yes sir, I did. Why?" asked Patrick.
"There are only two people on record to ever have a Dragonair. One you might have heard of. A boy named Ash Ketchum. He is from right here in Pallet. The first one is... well, he's no one you'd have heard of. This is quite an accomplishment for someone who's not even a trainer yet," replied Professor Oak in a serious, and somehow ominous sounding voice.
"Who is the other trainer?" Patrick silently thought to himself. "I'll have to find out, somehow or another."
Patrick handed his Pokeballs to Professor Oak and he placed them in a machine to be registered. When he was handed his Pokeballs back, Charmander was among them. He thanked the professor and was on his way back home to show his mom his new Charmander.
"Wow. I'm really only the third person to have a registered Draigonair." Patrick said to the wind as he rode home. Still, a little part of his brain couldn't help but think about who the first trainer was.
Already the dark clouds were gathering around the young man who hadn't even been a League trainer for a day.