Don't Own Pokemon or anything else, Only The Oc
'thought'
"Speech"
System Text
"Tvs, Radios, and Text via book or newspaper... when those are around..."
Eevee.
Gender: Male
Ability: Adaptability.
Special Qualities:
Good Genes-
Shiny-
"Worthless. Moving on." I scoff as I can the next recently hatched pokemon, the small white fox doesn't even have its eyes open, it moves about in the incubator as it lets out quiet whimpers, apparently looking for its mother.
Thought occurs... it's fucking WEIRD how these mammals come from eggs.
Maybe its different for actual Pokémon and not test-tube made ones?
Ah well.
I look to the next white fox.
Eevee.
Gender: Male
Ability: Anticipation
Special Qualities:
Good Genes-
Shiny-
"Nope."
Then to the next.
Eevee.
Gender: Female
Ability: Triv-
"Next-"
I pause and look back to the Eevee I just so heartlessly decided wasn't worth my time.
Eevee.
Gender: Female
Ability: Trivolution: Eevee can swap between Flareon, Jolteon, and Vaporeon, as long as the trainer allows them to touch the evolution stone in question. This use doesn't consume the evolution stone in question like normal stone-based evolution would.
"…"
"Okay, this is actually sort of what I was looking for."
Yes, that's right, I'm trying to create an Eevee with a completely new ability.
In this case, the Ability is... pretty similar to what I need, but I'm looking to have it be able to evolve into all of the Eeveelutions.
This is a start I suppose.
I decide to fully take in the statistics of my new Eevee.
Eevee:
Length: 6 Inches
Weight: 4 Ounces
Gender: Female
Moves Known: Tackle, Growl, Covet, Charm, Shadow Ball, Echoed Voice, Spark, Ember, Water Gun.
Ability: Trivolution
Abilities Compared to the national reported average (At current age):
Strength: +1308%
Speed: +1648%
Durability: +1236%
Mental Capacity: +87%
Size +2.21%
Weight: +6.11%
Special Qualities:
Good Genes: This Eevee is a true model of its species. Strong, fast, durable, intelligent. When it evolves, this could very easily be the ace to almost ANY gym leader's team due to Eevee's sheer type versatility.
Shiny:
This Eevee holds a special coloration that separates it from a normal Eevee. While the standard Eevee is brown, this one is pure snow white, making it elegant and striking.
Unusual Ability:
This Eevee holds a special ability that isn't seen in the standard Eevee species, making it unique among the Eevee.
Damn. This girl is strong as hell.
I scan the last of the Eevee.
Eevee.
Gender: Male
Ability: Run Away
Special Qualities:
Good Genes-
Shiny-
Annnd not worth my time.
Their stats are pretty good, sitting at around twelve times the average infant Eevee, buuut I don't really need them, thus off they go.
Three of the four newly hatched pokemon disappear as I grab a baby bottle and remove the remaining fox from its hatching chamber.
I begin feeding it as I sigh.
Can't get attached to it even if it's cute.
I sit down at my computer as the fox lets out a little mewl.
Wait... those three made me how much?!
Sale Confirmed: 7,943,252
"…"
I log into the Poke-net.
Oh...
Oooooh.
Eevee are highly valuable as both battlers and pokemon contest stars due to the sheer versatility of their many forms... a single Eevee's cost ranges from twenty thousand to forty thousand... I just sold three extremely rare Eevee that are a beautiful snow white color, thus making them the perfect pet for fancy millionaires and trainers who have too much money than they know what to do with.
I look down at the Eevee in my arms.
Can't sell this one at least.
I'm not particularly worried about those other Eevees finding their way into a pokemon breeder's hands. Shiny isn't dominant, so they won't be able to duplicate it unless they break the law like I am... and while an Eevee bred from them WOULD be pretty powerful compared to the standard Eevee... it will in no way reach the capabilities of my own Eevee.
What I am worried about is the ability of this one passing on to its young.
Abilities are slightly more dominant than coloration... which is why I don't think I can sell this Eevee.
But the thing is, I don't want to use it... nor do I really want to get rid of it as it has a tremendously valuable genetic makeup that'll be used to create one of my true starters.
"Hn..." I lowly hum.
Oh... that's a good idea.
I could create a second underground base for myself in some mountain... make it look like a long since abandoned village. Get some glowing mushrooms and some altered berry bushes, then I can more or less shove all the pokemon I don't need there and proclaim that it is my 'home'. And that I have been 'living there this entire time'. If it ever gets discovered...
I'll also need to buy the nearby land and get the system to make it appear as if that transaction happened decades ago...
That way... if anyone tries touching my shit I'll be able to come down on them like an overzealous American who excitedly purchased an Ar15.
Hell, I might as well get a fucking Ar15! Then I could fit that archetype well!
"Eevoy!" The small fox cheers as it darts around my feet.
"Yes, Yes, Eevee." I smile down at the tiny fox as it weaves in between my legs as I walk.
"Ugh. Can you not?" I frown as I nearly stumble over it. "I might accidentally kick you."
"Vee!" The small pokemon replies.
I look to a spiky egg in a box of multicolored sand, there's a sun lamp up above, shining down upon it, beside that there's a large bottle of water, similar to what you might see in a hamster cage, but the tube is blocked up by one of the egg's spikes.
Well, it's sort of inaccurate to say that the egg is spikey, the pokemon inside is spikey... and it has merely poked its spines out of the eggshell to absorb nutrients.
The lower spikes seem to gleam as they press into the alloy sand, and judging by the sheer lack of sand, it appears that the ferroseed is almost done forming its protective shell. Why don't we take a look?
The device in my hand lets out a dull ping as I scan the pokemon.
Ferroseed:
Weight: 65 Pounds
Gender: Female
Moves Known: Tackle, Iron Defense, Metal Claw, Curse, Rollout, Energy Ball, Pin Missile, Unknown Move.
Ability: Sap Sipper
Abilities Compared to the national reported average (At current age):
Strength: +708%
Speed: +98%
Durability: +6436%
Mental Capacity: +27%
Size +11.36%
Weight: +60.11%
Special Qualities:
Good Genes:
This Ferroseed is far stronger and more durable than others of its kind. It is also faster, but Ferroseed aren't exactly known for their ability to move swiftly.
Armored:
Ferroseed possesses a strange metal armor not typically seen in pokemon of its type, this results in Ferroseed that has durability that FAR surpasses even its evolved counterpart. In addition, despite giving Ferroseed the 'Steel' typing, this armor does not give some of the flaws that comes with it. This armor actually resists fire and further resists cold, making ferroseed resistant to ice and neutral to fire.
Damn. That makes Ferroseed's only weakness fighting type... and with its sheer durability even that might not be able to do much. I expect the durability to possibly push six thousand five hundred before it is finished.
"Hey, Triad. Wanna go see the place that's going to be your new home, soon enough?" I question the Eevee weaving about underfoot.
"Eevee?" The pokemon mutters.
I gesture around the lab. "Yeah, this place... isn't really my home. It's temporary. One of my dad's spaces."
The fox tilts its head. "We'll be going to my mom's."
I look around a massive cave, the white Eevee trailing along beside me. Murals of ancient pokemon are plastered along the walls, some faded to time, numerous stone huts line the floor, some remarkably intact and others eroded and destroyed down to their foundations, some houses are carved into the rock walls, others are caved in.
Nonpoisonous glowing mushrooms and fungi line the walls, turning what would normally be an extremely dark cave into a brightly lit cavern. Additionally there is a large rainbow-ish crystal that acts as a town 'center'. It casts a glistening rainbow light across the ceiling and some of the buildings as light is beamed in from several small holes in the ceiling that transfer light from outside via numerous crystal-like mirrors.
This looks really authentic for some mystical place that was mostly abandoned what appears to be a couple hundred years ago...
Which is good as I had spent a good three million dollars to make it so.
Well, three million for this and the land rights to be purchased twenty years ago... or at the very least appear to be, as new paperwork is inserted into old filing cabinets by people who are long since dead- thus they can't be questioned- and lines of text are added to old documents.
Oh, and the miniature high tech house which looks hastily dug out and added to one of the holes in the wall.
That house is nothing like my 'true' base of operations, but... it's what my 'Parents' originally lived and where I lived for the past 'fifteen years' of my life.
Now I just need to artificially age up a few pokemon, Triad being one of them, implant some memories so an errant psychic type won't be able to piece together that 'hey... these pokemon are far younger than they look. Why is this entire tribe of Eevee and other pokemon merely one year old?' Then bam. My cover is blown.
I'm thinking about having a couple of each of my 'starter' pokemon around.
I won't be doing any mental alteration and aging up until I finalize my team, of course, as I won't know the true nature of my team until they hatch. It would be bothersome to have my created pokemon remember a male Charmander for instance, then lo and behold my strongest Charmander creation is female.
The time will come... the price to manipulate that many memories is expensive... but it is less so because I created them.
I'll have enough... in fact, the mere three Eevees I sold has more than covered it for not only Triad but for quite possibly dozens of other pokemon.
It's going to be a good year.
Then I just need to sit up some automation for my potion crafting before I leave for my journey to wrack up that sweet, sweet, money!
A multicolored orb of metal with spikes sits on the floor, its two yellow eyes peer out from two gaps in the armor.
"Ferro..." It intones dully.
"Triad, this is Gaia." I introduce.
"Vee Eevee!" The fox pokemon.
Gaia is... quite impressive for a ferroseed, I was correct in assuming its durability would surpass six thousand five hundred... in fact, it surpassed ten thousand...
Apparently, the steel type hadn't 'finalized' its armor yet when I last scanned it.
You could probably get a Charizard to hit her with a full force flamethrower and she'd only be mildly injured.
I reach down and pat both of them.
"Let's all get along, eh?" I smile down at the two of them.
The spikey ball sways back and forth as it observes the fox, one of its spikes detatches from its armor, connected by a long vine, it reaches out and gently touches the fox who lets out a cute. 'Vee vee!'
Eevee.
Gender: Male
Ability: Trivolution.
Special Qualities:
Good Genes-
Shiny-
Unique Ability-
'nope. But good to know I got another Trivolution Eevee.'
Eevee.
Gender: Female
Ability: Run Away.
Special Qualities:
Good Genes-
Shiny-
'Not what I want'
Eevee.
Gender: Male
Ability: Elemental Absorption:
When struck by a move that holds the same type as Eevee, its health and energy is restored instead.
Special Qualities:
Good Genes-
Shiny-
Unique Ability-
"…"
Going to need to combine that ability with Triad's ability in the third batch... that'll make something truly horrifying.
I look to the twenty incubators.
At this point, they are beginning to get a little ridiculous in cost, but... five wasn't cutting it.
Apparently giving Eevee the ability I wanted was a lot harder than I originally thought... plus, I've got five more working on another of my 'starter' pokemon.
This one is looking to be a lot easier to make, I've almost got it after merely one round of attempts.
Then I can move onto my fourth and fifth team member.
For number five I'm feeling... a Pseudo legendary. But which?
That is a good question. All of the Pseudo legendaries are badass... except Dragonite and Goodra. They are the cute ones.
I suppose I should base it off type coverage?
If I have my way, I'll have an Eevee which can swap between evolutions, so that covers a good half of the pokemon types.
Eevee doesn't have a dragon type, so all but two of the pseudo legendaries are good automatically... plus Metagross is out because I already have a steel type.
Dragonite? It would be funny to show how superior mine would be to Lance's, but nah, he has three, I don't want to use something that is the majority of Lance's team.
Tyranitar is out because my third pokemon is going to be a rock type, plus I'll have an Umbreon to cover dark type.
Salamence?
I would need something to fly on... there's also that ancient salamence from the new games... the one with the fucking stupid name. 'Roaring Moon' ugh. Just call it ancient salamence you fucking frauds.
I'll put Salamence on the 'Maybe' category. It checks dragon type and flying type.
Garchomp? Hn. While Garchomp is really cool, I'm more of a Flygon sort of guy. It was the only pokemon I bred to have good IVs so it holds a special place in my heart... it's probably the nostalgia talking.
Hydreigon? Well, I mean, first off, it's fucking badass... and while Eevee will hopefully be able to turn into a Umbreon, there's just so much I can do with a dragon that has three heads.
Goodra is a pass. I've heard those are clingy and sticky.
Kommo-o is also badass, it has the advantage of having two types I don't have, dragon and fighting.
Dragapult? Nah. I'll have another dedicated ghost type if all goes well.
There's the new one as well? I don't know much about it beyond its typing, so that's a pass.
Kommo-o, Salamence, or Hydreigon.
"Hn. Who said that I can only have one?" I mutter to myself as I walk to the last incubator.
"…"
"What the fuck is that?" I whisper to myself.
I look down into the machine, spying a small black kit, eyes screwed shut as it nuzzles around on the soft bedding and clumsily tries moving.
Eevee.
Gender: Female
Ability: Deciding Factor: This Eevee can willingly choose an eeveelution to evolve into. No stones, training, or friendship required, once this choice is made, this ability is lost forever and replaced by the original 'Hidden Move' of the evolution's type.
Special Qualities:
Good Genes-
Alternative Shiny-
Unique Ability-
Well... it looks like generation two of my Eevee army gave me lots to work with.
Pov: elsewhere.
An orange haired girl sighs as she sits in some form of hyper advanced lab, her greyish blue eyes gazing boredly around the room of blinking lights.
Glancing out a nearby window she stares at the pure black void of the sky.
She craves excitement... but nothing fun ever happens.
Her eyes stray to one of the devices.
Oh, hello.
"Is that light supposed to be blinking?" She questions audibly to the others in the room causing a brief pause of noise to stutter throughout.
One of the other figures, a light blue skinned man with a curly blue mustache and beard looks at the light.
"Hn... no... it shouldn't be." He wearily answers, a perturbed frown on his face. This sensor is what we use to detect extradimensional energy in the other world... and its supposed to merely be localized to a simple island in the middle of the ocean."
"But it's not?" The smaller girl questions.
"But it's not." The old man frowns. "The energy itself isn't all too impressive, being comparable to a simple Poipole... perhaps one lost its way."
"Ooh! Can I go and retrieve it?" The girl questions as she brushes her braided hair over her shoulder.
"If it will get you to do something productive... yes." The old man scoffs as he turns and walks away.
"Well, it's time." I hum as I smile brightly.
An assortment of pokemon around the cave look up, letting out quiet trills and calls.
I may have gone just a bit overboard with all these dudes... but I expanded the cave just a bit to make an 'official' farm that makes use of berry trees that don't require sunlight, gaining all of the energy they need from the nearby underground river.
"It's a ten-mile trek to the nearest pokemon center in order to get registered as a pokemon trainer. I'll be back."
A leafeon pads over to me and presses its face against my shin, rubbing against it.
"Hey, don't worry so much. We all know... what my father did to me. I'll be perfectly safe."
Several of the pokemon's gaze sharpens at the mention of my father. Ironic since I sort of doubt he existed in the first place...
I mean, he CERTAINLY didn't do the thing all of these pokemon think he might have done.
"I'll be back later today."
I look to the large red reptile lounging on a nearby rock. "Keep everyone safe, alright."
"Grrn." It boredly replies without even lifting its head.
I nod at his reply and turn away, leaving the horde of pokemon who the large majority of whom were all aged up and implanted with memories.
I walk to one of the exits of the cave and begin trekking through the winding and maze-like tunnels.
My original lab has been disassembled. There's no entrance to it anymore. The incubators have been sold, and all that remains is a few pipes that siphon water from a nearby lake, a miniature berry farm, an automatic potion creator and a cold storage which stores the DNA I have so meticulously crafted over the past two years or so.
The cost to automate it per month is... expensive... far more expensive than the twenty five incubators, but, this way I'll be making money while I am away instead of getting nothing at all.
I've spent basically all of my nest eggs, bought some useful skills, bred all the pokemon I wanted, and I completed the perfect team!
At least until I get a seventh and eighth slot. Then I'll be forced to possibly come back and crack open the lab yet again.
Crouch down as the tunnels narrow slightly, working my way through a particularly tight bit. A couple of the pokemon back in the cave would even need to hunch slightly on all fours to get through this part of the exit... primarily the big ones, though.
I finally free myself from the cave and rise to my full height as I look out over the world.
I take a deep breath and exhale, a smile gracing my lips.
Finally. After all this time.
I can crawl out of the dark caves and labs and can truly begin my new life.
A dull heat burns in my chest as I begin running at a moderate pace.
The wind whips through my recently cut hair as I jog at a pace that would make most sprinters green with envy.
If I keep up this speed, I'll reach the nearest poke-center in a mere half an hour... maybe a bit more if I get sort of lost.
I look to my wrist watch, nodding at the 'home' marker.
It would suck if all this work went to shit because I fucking forgot where I lived.
There's a sudden prickle in the back of my head as I stop, the heat I feel lessening.
I slowly turn my head and glare towards the side, spying a watchog that seems particularly surprised.
It shakes its head, crossing its arms and smirking evilly as dozens of patrat stalk out of the underbrush.
"Watchog... I assume you remember me from about two years ago, correct?" I hum boredly, not at all scared of this situation.
Its eyes glint in poorly restrained wrath.
"Do you remember what I told you? If you cause trouble for me... I will kill you. I'm giving you one last final opportunity to turn around and walk away before I show you just how utterly horrifying I can be." I quietly threaten as I turn to face the evolved menace.
A small prickle in the back of my mind tells me one thing... he's not going to give up.
The watchog blurs forwards with a gleeful cackle of 'Hog! Watchog!', its body cloaked in the normal type energy of quick attack.
I raise an arm to defend myself as the pest pokemon draws closer and closer.
The pokemon is wrenched to a stop, feet away from me as its maw opens wide, it seems that it was about to bite the fuck out of me.
It has a pink outline as it begins to struggle slightly.
Its open mouth is forced even wider as the struggling hastens.
My eyes slowly stray back the way I came as I take a few steps back.
"Loki, I could have handled that."
A white canid pokemon slowly prowls out of the underbrush, a single blue orb of its forehead glinting slightly.
It walks up, its singlular tail- which splits into two- swishing behind it as it lets out a quiet snort. "Espe-onn"
The fox like pokemon has large fluffy ears and its eyes are a deep blue color, matching the gem on its forehead... oh, and it's not the pupils that are blue, those are an eerie milk white, it's merely the rest of its eyes that are that blue color.
Its ghostly eyes stray from me to the struggling Watchog.
"What do I want you to do with him?" I question.
The fox nods once.
I look over to the hypnotist rat pokemon.
"Well, two years ago he, or someone in his little friend group, broke my arm... when they kept harrasing me after it healed, I beat them up and showed extreme patience and restraint when I gave them all mercy... here he stands before me yet again. Attacking me for no reason other than to be an asshole. Ignoring the blatant warning I gave him."
An evil snarl forms on the white Espeon's face as I continue my little monologue noticing the other patrat scatter at the struggling of their boss.
"He dug this grave... now he can lay in it." I finish with a slow nod.
*CRUNCH*
The pokemon's jaw unhinges brutally as the top part of the head is pulled back.
It stops its struggling abruptly as Loki simply drops the Watchog into the dirt, eyes tracking it as it falls into a crumpled heap.
The psychic type lets out an annoyed huff as it tilts its head back, seemingly announcing 'good riddance'.
It looks over its shoulder, the blue gem on its forehead glowing dimly.
With a dull flash a black eevee is stood in the espeon's place.
It trots over to me and with a hop it lands carefully on my shoulder.
"Did you just initiate open season for the patrat population?" I question with a small frown.
"Ee-vee~" The pokemon titters while mischievously looking away.
Ah, so a 'maybe'.
"You're such a little brat, Loki." I snort while shaking my head. "You at least made sure to tell them not to go after trainers with patrat, right?"
The small black fox gives me a half-lidded stare as if questioning 'what do you take me for?'.
"It helps to be cautious. You don't want to piss off the League. I'd be worried for the pack if the League got a good enough reason to remove them." I mutter as I continue walking, not minding the new fourteen pound weight on my shoulder.
Well, I guess if you are going to follow me, you can come along with me... just... please stay in my backpack.
"Vee?"
"Eevees are extremely rare. White Eevees even more so. There are people who would probably attempt murder in order to secure a white Eevee due to how utterly valuable they are to sell... but a black one?" I begin quietly.
I turn my head, looking into the red eyes of the second of my six partner pokemon. "You and your sisters are Unique, Loki. A black Eevee is far more rare than a white Eevee... which you could probably tell considering there's only three of you in the pack while there are like forty white, or 'have been' white Eevees."
"Vee..." The fox sighs, head slumping slightly.
"Besides... there's one further point. You technically aren't my pokemon yet. Literally anyone could walk up and pelt you with a pokeball... then you'd be theirs."
His gaze sharpens.
"Yes, and then I'd be forced to kill them... and I really don't want to do that on my first day." I nod along.
I reach around and zip open my backpack.
"Vee Vee." The Eevee replies as he crawls inside and lays down. I can hear the backpack zip up slightly as the tiny menace grabs the zipper in its teeth and pulls down.
"You comfy?" I question idly.
"Eevee!" The pokemon cheers.
"Good. Let's get going, then."
I quietly walk into a red building, my backpack rustles slightly as I come to a stop in front of the counter, behind it is a woman with pink hair, stylized into two hoops, she looks up as a bell above the door rings, her blue eyes locking onto my slightly ragged appearance and softening.
"Oh. Hello. What may I do for you today?"
"I'm... here to take my trainer test." I announce in a small and meek tone.
"A trainer test?" The woman mutters. "Are you sure? This isn't something that you should go into without being sure. Pokemon can be dangerous if provoked... you could be risking your life."
"I know..." I nod slowly.
"You need a parent or a guardian to become a pokemon trainer... at least until you are a fully-fledged adult." The woman replies.
I stare into her eyes for a long moment.
"I have seen neither of my parents for the past ten years of my life." I declare with narrowed eyes. "I have lived among pokemon for the past ten years. I am well aware how dangerous they can be. I have nearly killed by Patrat on numerous occasions due to your stupid league rules not allowing me to 'Legally' have a device to stop my friends being poached by any person with a license and a pokeballl
"I have a guardian, but i don't think he would appreciate being woken up from his slumber, nor do I think you would appreciate having a Hydreigon come to have a Dialogue with you about my future as a pokemon trainer. Pokemon typically can't say much beyond their names."
"Ridiculous." My bag chirps in a high pitched tone.
"I know." I scoff over my shoulder to the bag. "Utterly ridiculous."
The woman pauses, noticing the quiet. 'Leaf-e-on.' coming from my bag.
"If they are going to stop us, why even follow their laws. Who cares at that point?"
"Well, Loki, typically by breaking laws you are harassed by police. Also. I'd be unable to take the Gym challenge and that's primarily the reason I'm leaving the pack in the first place."
"You... have a pokemon in your bag?"
"I do. Good thing, too. I almost got murdered by a watchog and his gang on the way over." I reply as I return to staring into the eyes of the woman.
I sigh and lower my head. "Please... please let me take the test... I know how valuable Eevees are on your filthy markets. I don't want to lose my friends as I travel with them."
The nurse joy looks perturbed for a moment.
"Are... your parents truly gone?" The woman whispers.
I nod quietly, looking at the floor.
"Audino!" A bipedal pokemon cries as it rushes over to me and hugs my legs due to its height, it rubs its face against my hip.
It is pink and cream in color, with two floppy ears with curled extensions going out the bottom
"Au-di-no!" It cries as it looks to Nurse Joy.
"Loki?" I question my bag.
"She said that you are telling the truth because she can smell the pokemon on you."
"Oh, I see." I nod slowly.
The woman lets out a relenting breath as she looks to Audino. "Fine... I suppose I could... bend the rules for you, but... you don't have any records, do you? Nor any medical checkups? Do you?"
"No. I don't." I reply with a small head shake.
"We should take care of that right away." The nurse declares. "Please, follow me."
I follow the woman as she steps around the counter and leads me to a seating area.
I take my backpack off and gently sit it in the chair beside me.
The zipper opens slightly as a blue eye peers out of the bag.
"We will need to take some blood to see if you have any living relatives." The woman announces quietly as I spy her Audino wheeling a small table over to where I am sat. "After taking your blood, I'll give you the trainer test which you can fill out while I do what I have to with your blood work, after which, I will grade you and determine if you are fit for training pokemon in the Unova region."
Ah, right. That's annoying. You have to renew your trainer license when you hop to a new region. If its your first time in a region they make you take a new pokemon test. Returning to a region is simpler, where you just have to go to the nearest pokemon center and ask the nurse joy to re-register your current location.
It's a method to track pokemon trainers. There have been no shortage of pokemon trainers suddenly... disappearing... so the League likes to keep track of the last pokemon center you visit.
"If you pass, I will give you a license to catch your partner there... after which, it would probably be in your best interests to get him a checkup, but I will understand if he doesn't want it."
The bag shakes slightly.
"Nnn No." The eeveelution supplies.
I look to the nurse joy. "He said no."
"Right..." The woman notes as she grabs a small pen like device.
"This may sting a little bit, so please bare with me. Can I have your hand?"
"Hn? Sure." I shrug as I reach out extending my index finger.
She gently grabs my palm and flinches.
The back of her hand comes to rest against my forehead.
"You are absolutely burning up!" The woman exclaims.
"It's normal for me." I shrug.
"No, it isn't!" The woman gasps as she rushes away and grabs a thermometer.
Maybe I should have injected Extremis into myself after getting a health checkup...
Hn... no... then it wouldn't be 'normal' for me and the next Nurse Joy would be wondering why the hell my temperature is now a good five degrees hotter than the temperature that causes brain death.
She comes back and sticks a thermomiter into my ear.
"ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTEEN?!" She shrieks.
This is going to be all day, isn't it?
Fucking hell.
Well Well Well, Xander is finally starting on the first step of his journey and his first two team members have been revealed! Huzah! It's only a matter of time until the entire world is bowing before its new god king!
Now... how is he going to explain uh... special qualities of his pokemon to the nearest nurse joys?
Probably just going to hand wave it with a 'I lived with dozens of white eevees which could do extraordinary things. This is normal for them.'
Guest Reviews:
Guest 001: Sadly no Houndoom for our boy, but he will get another fire type.
Guest 002: Touching ANY of the pokemon gods is a literal death sentence.
Guest 003: no.
InsertNameHere: That's it. Making a my little pony story just to spite you. I'll include a bunch of gratuitous sex scenes and violence just for you.
Reader 451: That grind mentality. The hobbit burrow instinct.
ToastedCookies: Eh, true.
Guest 004: And that was EXACTLY my plan.
JustAFan123: He already has Psychic protection. If Mewtwo tried to read his mind, its brains would probably come out of its nose.
Anyways, I'll see you all whenever.