Yes, updating again. Joy. Hope you like my story, and if you just happen to click that button all the way down there and review, that is so fine with me.
"All right, I'll do it. But any freak accidents and we're done."
"Done and done!" Pan said, and then whooped with joy. "I'm getting a trainer, I'm getting a trainer!" He sang.
"But, you have to tell me where this place is. It doesn't look like it's in Johto. Most likely not even near Elwood." Rachel said, taking a good look at her surroundings.
"But it is in Johto! In fact, in Ilex Forest." Gramps replied. "If it was any farter I wouldn't have been able to get here! This is the heart of the forest; no trainers can ever get here on their own. I think you're the first human ever to touch foot on this ground in ages."
"Uh-huh. Yeah, what he said. Now let's get out of here! To Azalea town! We need to get some trainers gear. And you need to get me into a pokeball." Pan said, starting to float away.
"You're forgetting something." Rachel snapped in annoyance.
"What?" He replied absentmindedly
"Money. I have none, thank you very much Mister 'I kidnap kids to be my trainer and expect them to be able to pay for everything with empty pockets.'"
"Now that's rude. We'll get money sent from your parents. They will most likely be happy that you're training again little missy." Pan said nonchalantly.
And so with that argument done and over, they started off. One floating, the other stomping along behind.
Finally getting out of Ilex Forest was like finding the golden gates to heaven, if you know what I mean. Azalea was quiet, the sun was just setting and most people were inside starting on dinner. Rachel ran the rest of the way to the pokemon center she saw, the gleaming red shingles standing out from the crowd of green roofed houses.
Going inside, she sought out the video phones. Strange things they were, the green contraptions were made with a screen set into the middle, and a phone set and number pad on the side. Rachel dialed her home phone's number, hoping that her parents wouldn't gloat or be overly enthusiastic that she was deciding to start over.
Bad hope. As soon as her mother appeared on the screen she started squealing, seeing the haunter behind her. Joy made its way to Gloria's face and she immediately started talking.
"Why didn't you tell me you found a haunter? You didn't even take anything from your room! You should know better than to go out unprepared! Does it have a name? Where are you? Are you going to train again?" The last came out in a hopeful squeak as Rachel's mom ran out of breath.
"He kidnapped me is more like it. I couldn't take anything, you know I know better! His name is Pan, the smartass. Azalea town right now, in the pokemon center. He's making me train again, joy." Rachel took her sweet time and breath answering.
"Kidnapped? Smartass? Azalea, already? We aren't even close to there! You couldn't have gotten there in less than a day!" She chose to ignore the last, not really trusting her daughter's judgment.
You see, she never was a pokemon trainer, and usually only people who have been a trainer for a while and knew their pokemon for a while ever gets what pokemon say. Usually, people can't exactly tell what pokemon say, but can get the gist of it.
As a trainer gets more used to their pokemon and finds definite personality, they can guess at what pokemon say. That's why people usually don't know what their opponent's pokemon in a battle is saying. Some people find it easy to guess at what a pokemon is saying others find it hard, that's where you weed out the good trainers from the bad most of the time.
"Yes to all. You see, the haunter had somehow brought me to Ilex Forest. How? I don't know, sweet dear mother of mine, maybe it's a plot hole." Rachel answered sarcastically.
"Well great. And I suppose you need money? God knows you never keep any with you. And wait a second… if the haunter brought you there…. Did you sleep in your clothes again? I told you not to do that!" Gloria was always annoyed at Rachel's habit of not changing before sleeping. She had gotten the habit from pokemon training, where if you were sleeping out under the stars there was always a chance that a pokemon could try to attack you in your sleep, and no one fancies running into a town in the middle of the night in cute eevee pajamas.
"Err… Yeah that would be great mom! If you could transfer all my stuff to my storage system please! Okay, thanks, love you, bye!" She said quickly, wanting to get it over with quick.
The good thing about the storage systems were that you could take things in and out of them with the computers at pokemon centers. She knew it would take a while for her mom to get the stuff put together, so she sat down onto one of the comfy unoccupied chairs and picked up a magazine. She ignored Pan as he started arguing about the elemental weaknesses with another trainer's pidgey.
A little while later Rachel put down her magazine and went over to the storage system. She would have to withdraw every item separately, and then pack most of them into her bag, one of the drags of the storage system. After finishing that, she packed her extra clothes in the big pouch of her plain black backpack, some leftover items from her last 'journey' in one of the smaller pouches, tied her sleeping bag to the top of the bag, and put her trainer card and pokenav in the smallest pocket. She had never bothered with a pokedex before, preferring to find out things about the pokemon herself.
She hesitated putting on her trainer's belt. It would make her officially in the 'game' of pokemon training. She finally decided to go for it, and buckled it on. Finally, she attached six empty pokeballs to it, soon to be only five empty.
She called Pan over, who finally broke up his argument with the pidgey. She took one pokeball off the belt. Her belt.
"What are you waiting for? Just tap me with it, then let me out. Hurry it up!" True, she was hesitating with that also. She finally tapped the pokeball to him meekly. It dropped to the floor, wiggling for a few seconds, then made a ping. Pantalaimon was hers. She was a trainer again.