To 'Celtund': the link I use to access all of the resources is 'drive,google,com', followed by '/drive/folders/1kGrOvocAj37D5TOCUcVNaT1xvKnnuqjE'. Each of the SpaceBattles JumpChain threads (I believe they're up to #9 now) has a number of useful links in the first post to various drives, but the above is one that includes all of the big ones. Even the QuestionableQuesting archive dedicated to all things lewd (which I'm using for an inspired Challenge Chain on the side, but let's not jump the gun too early on that unposted Fanfic).
'Canon' is basically just the four Jumps QuickSilver did when he came up with the idea, followed by the Body Mod and Cosmic Warehouse Supplements that exist mostly for the sake of narrative convenience, the 'Dragon Ball EndJump' that most ignore due to balance issues and the Doom (2016) Jump which I believe was his last one. But due to how quickly the community exploded, there are literally thousands of 4chan threads created one after another (and multiple communities who each have their own rules on who can make certain Jump Docs), and most people have basically admitted that there's no 'Canon' ruleset. Much like any CYOA, they're meant to inspire creativity, not restrict it.
The only rule most follow is that you either take the 'First' Jump to be created, the Pokemon Trainer one that QuickSilver made (which, fun fact, had a 600cp Save State Perk with ten slots that each lasted a month, only to be replaced with the 300cp Champ In The Making when a random update rolled around due to being too insanely powerful and having little to actually do with Pokemon, as opposed to GBA emulators. Personally, I just use it as a 'you can control RNG' Perk in any of my legacy Builds), as the first Jump in your Chain, or you simply don't bother. I think it's a pointless rule now there's a Pokemon Anime Jump, but it's safe and fiat-guarantees six unkillable Followers so oy vey. Outside of that, it's free game.
My 'ideal build' is usually: Prototype's ability to Consume living beings into Hellsing's ability to enslave the souls of those you personally kill, and Fullmetal Alchemist's Philosopher Stone nonsense to store the souls inside your body. Oh, and Animorphs for Acquisitive Gaze and Morphing Memory, so you don't have to eat the good guys to replicate all of their bodily abilities, and Chimera Morph is insane in superhero settings like X-Men or My Hero Academia. Other than that, an 'Infinite Energy' perk and an all-around 'Biokinesis' perk makes you invulnerable to the dangers in 99% of settings, and you can always eat a bad guy to steal all of their flesh- and soul-based powers.
Due to the sheer size of 'modern' Jumps, like the updated Hellsing and Fullmetal Alchemist replacements, I came up with the Life Experience Supplement (as valid as any other Supplement that wasn't made by QuickSilver): instead of starting with 1000cp, you get 1/day. Almost four times the usual amount, but it's balanced by the fact that you have to be careful and survive long enough to gain them, and it lets you write a story where you can make your choices as-you-go, rather than picking everything at the start and not being able to readjust your build on-the-fly. And of course, if you want any Choice Points to start with (for Origins or Races), you usually need to take Drawbacks.
Everyone's free to use any resources I create (so long as you don't steal credit for them, of course), the same way I'm free to use any rule-changes I stumble upon. The goal is to share your passion, however you want. There's a youtuber who uses JumpChain as the basis of a tabletop campaign he plays with his friends, and he puts up the recordings to show how they do things, and that's fine too. I'm working on a series of builds wherein the Jumper is restricted to certain small 'categories' of Jumps, like settings which have had video games made by Bethesda (starting with the Fallout 76 and Terminator Jumps, then an alternating sequence of Fallout and The Elder Scrolls. Effectively-limitless points due to each Jump having Scenarios that extend the time limit, but the focus would be on how the SI is put through one terrible setting of violence and constant threats after another, and what that does to a man. Or in his case, a T-3000, but being relatively-safe doesn't help their paranoia or their moral conscience), or settings that feature prominent time loops.
Pokemon: Hoenn; City Life50 (Fortree); Actual Starter: Eevee (Shiny50); Freerunning; Swarmed+100 (100)
Priority: Physical Fitness100; Survival Training100; Master Ball*3100; HM Collection50; Rebreather50; Psionics300; Savant600; Blend In300; Egg Move4 (Flail, Wish, Stored Power, Synchronoise)200; Combat Training100; Aura600; Champ In The Making300 (2800)
-Day 2930, Midday-
I could regale you with my ass-kicking of a pair of Team Plasma Grunts while Marshadow, having had the functions of my Pokegear explained to him, kept a camera recording their physical abuse of a baby Munna until I stepped in, but I didn't actually get to do much except rough them up a little with telekinesis. Their Pokemon were pathetic, and they were the kind of dumb muscle I wouldn't mind arresting for inhumane cruelty, but they actually surrendered pretty quickly when they realised I would take their Pokemon if they didn't willingly march back to Striaton with me at their backs. All I had to do then was escort them to a police station and give them a copy of my phone recording, though I went the extra mile and passed on that I expected there to be some sort of 'get-together' at the Nacrene Museum, and that I was moving to assist but would greatly appreciate it if they could contact a gentleman in the IPF known as Agent 'Looker' and tell him that Agent 'Bourne' is in Unova and has another major plot to break up. That got the on-duty officers mobile as I left, and they were still active when I returned an hour later with four more troublemakers from Wellspring Cave and a deeply-distraught young girl who wanted her Munna back.
From the looks they were getting, I think the Grunts stopped being quite as zealous the moment they realised they were in an unamusedly-hostile police station in America. Land of the free, right up until you piss off one of the trigger-happy locals. Even being a local yourself won't save you from that scenario, as Justine Damond proved.
After that, I picked up a text message with an address in Nacrene, which led me to a random Cafe and a familiar gentleman in a trenchcoat focussing on his newspaper more than his coffee. I did order an Iced Chocolate with his table number before I sat down and joined him, solely to enjoy the still-fresh feeling of independence. "Nice to see you again, Looker."
"You too, Bourne." He lowered his newspaper. "Not sure how I missed you in Orre, all I saw of you was a short security recording where you reamed out that Lovrina woman."
"I was a little busy getting Lugia some mystically-powerful therapy from a Celebi. We're all good now, but that was my priority once I made sure that sore loser Ardos didn't blow up an entire still-occupied island, just to kill one single child who was successfully opposing their entire organisation. Saw you there briefly too, but you seemed to have it well in hand."
"It could've been dicey, but that Michael kid was good. Any particular reason you didn't send me a text to let me know you were involved?"
"Didn't seem that important until after I got involved, and by then I was busy first keeping an eye on the kid, and then trying to help Lugia. Plus, I assumed that if you did need me to give a statement or a report of some kind, you'd contact me yourself. I'm fairly busy, but I can always take a day off training if it's for someone else's peace of mind."
"It's fine, man. If it were a problem, I'd have taken the initiative." He paused for a moment to eye my belt as the waitress brought my drink over and I thanked her. "Still got 'em?"
"She wasn't very happy about not being strong enough to fight Cipher off by herself, and she was technically responsible for keeping the local Legendary Birds safe, so I made some time for her to attend her duties and she's been training with me and Evan for the last year. They definitely wouldn't stand a chance now."
"And she's still sticking with you? Pretty rare a Legendary willingly remains a Trainer's Pokemon… but if she feels grateful, I guess that's her choice. So, 'Team Plasma'?"
"Ran into a green-haired young male, 'N', who knew some interesting things about them. Short story: that Ghetsis fellow wants to take over the whole Region, ideally by acting as the 'man behind the throne' to a patsy who has either the 'truth' or 'ideals' to command one of the Tao Trio, Reshiram or Zekrom. In the absence of that, the plan is to keep their patsy in line by trying to convince people that the mere ownership of Pokemon is wrong, and that humans and Pokemon should be permanently separated… somehow. Their plan to do that relies on actually taming one of the Legendaries, but I don't exactly have much faith in their efforts."
"Yeah, I don't see that happening." He snorted. "Short of setting him up as a messiah of some kind, Unova's not going to willingly defy the federal government, because a bunch of criminals presenting themselves as hippies who still use Pokemon, think that 'owning' Pokemon is somehow inherently wrong. You've been busy, I've heard."
"Only a few Grunts thus far, but our unaware informant believed that the Dragons' were 'transformed' into two special rocks. When I first came to challenge Unova's Gyms a few years ago, Dragonspiral Tower contained a strange Dark Stone at its peak that radiated an intense Electric-Blue Aura, and Nacrene Museum had an interesting Light Stone that radiates Red-Hot Aura, taken from Relic Castle, so I might already have the 'slumbering' forms of both Dragon-types. Hard to tell, I'm not a very 'truthful' or 'idealistic' person."
"But if you do, their plan is dead in the water. Even if they drum up popular support, which given that we're in America…" He instead took a sip of coffee, politely avoiding saying any judgements out loud. "Even if they did, they don't have the technology to accomplish that on any wide scale, and even if they got a Legendary and it convinced the Wild Pokemon to stay away from humans for the foreseeable future, the Senate and the Supreme Court would never support that kind of unlawful repression. You've already ruined their plan?"
"Almost. Thing about having multiple Pokemon is differences in opinion. After all the sparring they've done, Evan is fairly confident she can at least hold a Legendary off one-on-one for a decent amount of time, even if she still doesn't want to fight one. But Lugia's not willing to leave them imprisoned if there's a one-in-a-billion human who can awaken at least one of them, and given how painfully idealistic N is, it's not really a question of 'can he even do such a thing'. Luckily, due to some shenanigans, I also got ahold of a Marshadow who's willing to aid us during this threat, so I'm reasonably confident I can handle one or even both of them at once, and the rest of their forces are mostly thugs with no real training looking to 'acquire' some free Pokemon. Closest position they have to 'Admin' or 'Executive' are the Seven Sages, who come from all over the world and include Ghetsis."
His eyes flashed with interest. "And it just so happens I'm here right now due to the other six of those 'Seven Sages' having outstanding warrants in other Regions." Something I hadn't forgotten when I asked for him. "You mind if I join you on your…?"
"My 'enthusiastic walk'?" I finished for him, also finishing off my Iced Chocolate. "It just so happens that, despite the Light Stone no longer being in Nacrene Museum, Team Plasma are still planning on raiding it and making off with part of a Dragonite-esque fossil which happens to be the main exhibit. I suppose they don't know the exact nature of the Dragons' 'prisons' and are still searching for any possible leads, regardless of whether or not they're actually worth the hornet nest of activity their taking will stir up."
"Of course they are." He sigh-laughed as he folded up his newspaper and mirrored me in drinking the rest of his coffee. "They never change, even on the other side of the planet."
"Well, to be fair to Team Rocket under Giovanni, they ran the Celadon Game Corner at a profit and tried to raid Silph Company for advanced technology. Their Executives made a dumb-as-fuck move to take over the Goldenrod Radio Tower to beg him to return, but that was only because they really needed his leadership back that badly. It's all the other Teams with 'grand ambitions' that give them a bad name. Or maybe Team Rocket was just the exception to the rule?" I wondered as we rose out of our chairs and I reached into my pocket for an American Twenty Dollar tip. Because forcing waiters and waitresses to rely on the kindness of strangers to make a living is such a good idea.
God, how does such a fantastical world still suck so much in so many familiar aspects? Well, probably because it's a Generic Jump that reflects my home reality to an uncomfortable degree for the sake of 'realism'. First and only one I'll ever take without a setting to import into, that's for sure.
Somewhat-unexpectedly, by the time we got to the Gym, Team Plasma were already fleeing the scene. Of course, there was at least one straggler who got hoiked back towards us as I made the pulling motion of wrapping a curved cane under his neck and dragged him off the stage of a comedy skit. "Hey!" I bombastically called out as he slammed back-first into the ground and I leaned down to get into his face with an unnaturally-wide smile. "How's it goin', buddy?!" His squeak as I 'shoved' him over against the Gym's front wall and trapped his hands above his head was hilarious, I swear. Definitely understand why Ster did it in that one TF2x10 video.
"Probably not too well anymore." My temporary partner walked up to my catch as Lenora tore out of the Gym and skidded to a stop. "Agent Looker, IPF. Explain yourself."
"H-hey, what the hell man!" He squawked in fright. "I didn't do anything! Why-"
"Didn't do anythin', my backside!" Lenora thundered over. "Those thieving little brats just stole the fossilised skull off of our central exhibit! The hell's wrong with you kids?!"
I promptly tuned out him trying to claim that Looker hadn't seen him actually steal the fossil and he might've been trying to get it back. I'd been scanning the area around me as soon as I finished pinning him and was quickly rewarded by catching sight of N walking over. "Hey, N. Still think Team Plasma are the sympathetic ones?"
"Well, you do appear to be psychically restraining that young man with undue force." He mildly pointed out as he joined me. "Though it doesn't look all that good for him."
"Definitely not." I nodded in agreement. "Conspiracy to commit robbery with multiple others, the robbery itself, fleeing the scene… and the museum he targeted doubles as Nacrene Gym, so interference in a Gym Leader's duties. Still, he looks barely eighteen, so he'll probably get off with a few months, maybe even just a few years of community service if he rats on his 'friends' and we get the skull back. Honestly, I don't think I've ever seen something so stereotypically 'Team' between all three of the Japanese ones."
"You don't think some of those crimes are reaching?" He raised an eyebrow.
"I chose not to point out that not a single robber was black, and the owner of the building they targeted was." I countered with an uncomfortable truth. "I thought 'racist hate crime' would be going a little far given how comically-worthless the stolen good was, but the other crimes I suggested weren't based on circumstantial evidence, were they?"
"…I suppose not." He quickly changed the subject, as Burgh strolled up out of nowhere to ask Lenora what the excitement was all about. "I spoke to one of them earlier while I was in the museum with them, apparently they're looking for an artefact connected to the Legendary Tao Trio, specifically Zekrom or Reshiram."
"…then why are they taking the skull of a dead Pokemon ancestor?" I made another incredibly-valid point. "Carbon dating puts it at three-hundred million years old, and even if they didn't bother to check that, it looks like an ancient Dragonite and those live here too. What's even the point of taking a dead Pokemon's bone, do they have a Fossil Reviver?"
"…now that I think about it, they were involved in that nasty Genesect business…" He mused, as two others I recognised entered stage right. "But either way, I imagine they're interested in a more, immediate benefit than cloning an ancient fossil Pokemon they know nothing about. Perhaps there was some miscommunication that led to the theft?"
"Maybe. Or maybe they're just being pricks because they feel like it. I've had to deal with two instances of the latter since we last spoke." I waved to the pair. "Hey, Cheren! Bianca!"
"Jason./Jason!" I got two near-identical responses as they joined us. "Something happening over there?" Cheren looked over to the 'interrogation' I was still ignoring.
"Team Plasma, for the third time today. Gonna be one of those busy days, it seems like."
"Oh, don't tell me they're at it again already." Bianca sighed in a long-suffering way that suggested he was already over it.
"After battering a baby Munna at the Dreamyard," N startled and whirled to face me. "and the Munna they kidnapped for fifteen minutes at Wellspring Cave, they've stolen the skull of a fossilised Dragonite ancestor, because they think it is somehow related to Zekrom and Reshiram of the Tao Trio. Why, I don't think I could explain even if I knew why, but-"
"Wait. You witnessed one of them physically attacking a Pokemon?!" Ooh, he looked pissed. And not as disbelieving as I suspected.
"One of mine recorded the whole thing, makes it much easier for the cops to get a conviction when they have evidence. Here," I fished out my phone, scrolled over to the first video, turned on Autoplay and passed it to him. "knock yourself out, the autoplay'll start the other one as soon as that one ends."
From Marshadow's angle, Bianca (not knowing I was a short distance behind her) could barely be heard muttering "Where's that noise coming from…?" as she slipped through the opening the Grunts had torn into the fence and walked in to find a skittish Munna pulling away slightly. "Aw, hey there, cutie. What're you doing here all alo-?"
Then the Grunts burst onto the scene and surrounded the Munna… as much as two people can 'surround' anything. "Finally, we found one!"
"Huh? Who are you?"
"Are you talking about us? We're Team Plasma. We battle day and night to liberate Pokemon from foolish humans."
"Then why are you looking for a Munna if you don't want to catch one?"
"Munna and Musharna emit a mysterious vapour called 'Dream Mist', which shows people's dreams. We're going to use that to manipulate the hearts of the people, and make them want to release their Pokem-"
The loud thwack and cry of pain made N visibly twitch in… fury this time, instead of more disbelieving horror. I guess having evidence of wrongdoing in front of him is a bit more effective than subtly insinuating his adoptive father is using Team Plasma as confederate slave-owners of Pokemon to threaten the comparatively-inoffensive state of Unova.
"-on-you couldn't let me finish?"/"Come on, cough it up already!"
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" The abrupt explosion had Cheren jerking back in shock and fixing a disbelieving gaze on a deeply-embarrassed Bianca. "You can't just go around, kicking Pokemon to get something out of them! What the hell is wrong with you?!"
"We're trainers who fight for the freedom of Pokemon. If that means we have to beat one into a pulp to save the rest, then so be it."
"And maybe I oughta beat you into a pulp, you jerks!"
"Kid, you lose and we take your Pokemon by force. You want to get involved so bad, we'll just have to 'rescue' your Pokemon from you!"
Turns out, Bianca had a Tepig and a Lillipup. Also turns out, since she was between her second and third Game teams, she'd just been given a free Pansage and all three of her Pokemon were better-trained than their respective Patrat and Purrloin.
"…well, shit, you're actually not bad. And what the hell are you standing around for? You lost, you should have gotten some Dream Mist out of it while I distracted her!"
"Oh, right!" Another thwack and cry of pain. I think N is actually starting to shake now. "Come on, make with the Dream Mist!"
"I told you to KNOCK IT OFF-"
"This next bit doesn't make much sense from an outsider's perspective," I clarified as the Grunts jerked in fright and spun to face featureless wall after wall. "but a Musharna created a Dream Mist illusion of Ghetsis yelling at them, which scared them right into my waiting arms. Literally." I added as the camera panned around to them running for the door and me stepping inside and dropping them both with a single blow, getting a slight wince from the rest of the viewers in the process. "Granted, that double lariat was a little excessive, and could've gotten them off lightly if the police cared about my technical assault, but the wonderful thing about America's law enforcement, is that they're happy to let a little violence slide if it's employed in the name of justice and legitimate arrest. And having an in with the International Police Force, that helps too."
"That… would explain 'Agent Looker' over there." Cheren nodded slightly, still fixated on Bianca to her growing mortification.
"H-hey, Cheren, you've known me forever, you know I'm not like that. Usually." She mumbled, slowly bolstering herself with righteous indignation. "But, those jerks were being so mean to that innocent little Munna, and they weren't… they didn't even care, like it's something they did all the time! I couldn't just stand there and let them do that!"
"I absolutely agree." He calmly nodded. "I've just… never actually seen you get angry before. I thought you just didn't."
"Well, not knowing I was on camera helped." She sulked, giving me a Look out the corner of her eye.
To which, I shrugged. "I couldn't let you know I was there without alerting them too, and I didn't want to scare them off before they committed the crime. And hey, they willingly let you catch them so you could take them to a Pokemon Center, and they decided to stick with you as thanks for saving them, so it all turned out well, didn't it?"
Her quiet mumble of reticent agreement was drowned out by the next video playing. "Out of the way!"
"…those two are dressed identically to the Grunts at the Dreamyard… not this shit again."
"Hey! Where were those two people headed?"
"Bianca? Why were you running?"/"Wellspring Cave, it's a dead end in there."
"Those jacka-er, jerks," She corrected in front of the little girl, despite her panting. "just kidnapped this girl's Pokemon!"
"O-oh… miss… m-my Mun-na…?"
"It'll be okay, it'll be okay. Don't cry."
"Don't worry, kid. I've dealt with plenty of these goons before, we'll go and get your Pokemon back. Evan, take the two of us to Wellspring Cave."
"Bianca, please stay by her side! We'll be back as soon-"
"I cut out the next minute of chasing to make it a bit more concise for the cops. Don't worry, you didn't miss much." I clarified as Cheren and I cornered them at the end of the cave.
"Hey, assholes. Want to explain why you're going around stealing Pokemon from random kids?"
"That child cannot use a Pokemon to its fullest potential. Doesn't that make the Pokemon sad? It's the same for all your Pokemon, so hand them over now!"
"…you dumb motherfuckers haven't recognised me as a semi-official Champion of Unova, have you?" "No, don't answer that, I don't care anymore. Just send 'em out already."
"We draw the curtains over the carnage that ensues." I rolled my eyes as Evan stomped them all their Pokemon into the dirt, followed by the second pair of Grunts.
"Wha…? How could we lose when we have right on our side?"
"Because you don't, and you suck at training your Pokemon, respectively. Next time, put your back into it."
"Now return the Pokemon you stole!"
"…fine. We'll give you back the Munna. But be aware of how this Pokemon suffers by being used by Trainers like yourselves!"
"So your solution is to challenge Trainers with Pokemon of your own and force both of them to fight?" "You know how many Pokemon you could steal from a successful hack of the Unovan PC System, without needing to pit them against one another? 'Open your eyes to your own complicity', sheeple. And don't worry, you'll have plenty of time to do so."
"Then I arrested them all. Sort of." I waved my flat hand in the air. "I'm technically just a convenient source of assistance to the IPF after Sinnoh, and I don't actually have arrest authority, but 'citizen's arrest' is a real thing and the IPF were more than happy to vouch for me, when I marched them in to the station and the local officers phoned them up." I shook my head. "Stealing a fairly-common Pokemon from a defenceless little girl. You think they take candy from babies and laugh maniacally in the process as well?"
"Well, they were certainly trying to claim the moral high ground." Cheren pointed out. "But Pokemon need Trainers to bring out their full potential. One of them even said as much, that 'a child couldn't bring out their full potential', but they seemed certain they could, despite losing to another Trainer four-on-one."
"Not my fault they didn't recognise me and surrender. Their Pokemon weren't even fully-evolved. But even so, there are plenty of better ways if you want to steal Pokemon from other Trainers, that don't involve forcing them to fight one another and needing to win to succeed." I huffed as I took my Pokegear back from N's unresisting hands. "And now there's a big pile of mooks running into Pinwheel Forest, with a probably-fragile object I have to take back in one piece. Joy."
"Couldn't you just, psychic it out of their hands?"
"Well, yeah, but if they break it before I find them-"
"Excuse me." N abruptly turned away from the rest of us. "…I have duties to attend to."
"Well, if that isn't ominous." I snorted, pausing him. "I mean, I haven't asked you anything about your private life, but it's pretty obvious you have some sort of connection to Team Plasma. Whatever it is, try not to put yourself in danger, alright? Whatever your problem with them is, it's not worth getting killed over."
That left him visibly uncertain of what to do, eventually choosing to respond a few seconds later. "You're not going to try and question me?"
"I don't have that authority, and I don't have any evidence suggesting your complicity. Even if I did, you clearly don't support what they're doing, and I have the feeling that if you knew about all of these 'incidents', you would have done something about them before they happened." I barely shoulder-shrugged, radiating a lack of concern. "If you happen to be involved with their faction, you're almost certainly going to create internal strife in response to their actions, which benefits us. If you're their enemy, then you'll be doing the same thing we'll be doing: trying to stop them before they cause any more trouble or commit any more pointless acts of lawlessness. Either way, you're not our problem."
"…I'm well aware I might be digging my own grave here," He reflected. "but that seems rather irresponsible. If you genuinely believe I have important information…"
"N, I barely know you, but you're clearly not evil." I almost-smirked. "Your moral values are too pure for that, though I definitely wouldn't be surprised if you fell into well-intentioned extremism as a result, but I'm not going to interrogate every single person I've met today who might know something relevant. Even ignoring the question of civil rights, and the time potentially wasted asking questions to someone who may or may not know something useful, good people shouldn't squabble over 'maybes'."
That got another short pause, before he turned to my compatriots. "Cheren and Bianca, wasn't it. Why do both of you capture Pokemon?"
They took a moment to share a look before Cheren started talking first. "My goal is simply to become stronger than I was yesterday, and someday become the Champion of Unova in the process. I don't really pursue a specific ideal of strength, so I suppose I don't have a solid goal to aspire to, but I do want to be the best I can. Owning Pokemon and being a Trainer is the only way that's really measurable in society," And isn't that a somewhat damning response to give N, but I suppose that is how this world works… "but I make an effort to treat my Pokemon well and fairly. Is that a problem…?"
"You can't understand your Pokemon." He drew his line in the metaphorical sound. "How do you know they're truly happy being 'owned' by you?"
"…they're Pokemon." Oh, he's not gon- "If I was a failure, or treating them badly, they're more than powerful enough to simply flee into the Wild when I let them out. The only way I could prevent that would be to keep them in their Pokeballs indefinitely, and what would be the point of 'owning' them if they refused to fight for me? If they became completely inconsolable for some reason, I'd probably make a good faith effort to find out why, but if I couldn't fix the problem, I'd simply release them and look for a replacement. If it's not meant to be, there's plenty of other Pokemon in the Wild who might enjoy being trained to the exclusion of all else, I'm bound to find a more fitting partner eventually."
-oh, I thought that was going to be something racist or ignorant, but instead he approached the 'problem' of Pokemon 'ownership' from a completely different angle than either of us expected: the utilitarian one. N… just sort of stared at him, trying to process that, then turned to Bianca instead, whose reply was much more succinct. "I do it because I can't keep my friends safe from every stray Pokeball or criminal who tries to poach them otherwise. Registering them with a Pokeball is just common sense. Outside of that, they're all happy to stay inside their Pokeballs, so I just assumed they're happy to be out of the Wild, since… y'know, it's not very safe or gentle out there."
"And you don't have any grand ambitions like him?" He tried.
"Not really." She shook her head. "I'm an okay Trainer, but I'm not much of a Battler, and that's fine. The truth is: I wouldn't be happy asking my Pokemon to fight for me, and you don't have to be good at fighting to be a Breeder, or a Groomer, or a Professor like Miss Juniper. I just want to go on a Journey and see the rest of Unova outside of Nuvema Town. It's not a bad place to live, it's just… very small when you get used to it." She made a show of thinking it over a bit deeper. "I started with Pignite when he was just a Tepig, then I caught Herdier as a Lillipup to prove to myself that I knew how to catch Wild Pokemon, then I got my Pansage from a nice lady in the Dreamyard, right before I found that Munna and caught her to keep her safe, and then I brought her along to show her that humans aren't all like Team Plasma. I don't know if I'll even catch any more Pokemon on my Journey, the four I have now were just... well, because of convenient circumstances."
"…I'm, not sure what to think about either of you." He finally admitted. "I've been raised to believe that people like Jason are exceptions to the norm, but neither of you appears to hold any malice or ignorance towards your Pokemon. May I speak to both of your Starters for a few moments?"
"You'd probably be better at getting their approval if they knew you could understand Pokemon speech before you asked that." I pointed out with mild amusement.
"A fair point, but I'm rather distracted right now." He gave me an unamused Look right back. Well, that's me told, I guess.
AN: Seeing as it's been a full month, I have been working on a Worm CYOAv3 fic in the meantime but… haven't started posting it yet due to 'only' having twenty-five thousand words in the last month, which while on par with my upload schedule, would completely butcher this fic's characterisation. But, I wanted to confirm that I hadn't spontaneously dropped dead (and the only way most readers care is by putting that notification at the bottom of a new chapter), and I haven't actually started the online schooling yet (despite the stress of getting my personal records re-uploaded making me feel like it), so expect at least one more chapter in the first week of June. After that… we'll see.
Minor update: Added half a missing sentence in Chapter 10 and edited Chapter 12 to not have the SI push the nickname 'Nate' on N, and to not have Evan use Lake Verity twice. Also, fixing the post-upload formatting on Chapter 13, but that's just standard procedure. Still uploaded this before midnight of the 17th, if anyone asks.
