((And here we go! If you have a canon character you don't have to make a character slot for them, you may just post as a random character if you want. I'm starting in two different locations, might combine later. Pick where you want to be. Except Reima, I already said where Gladion is.))
Outskirt Stand
"Cocoa." The messy white haired man slammed a few dollars onto the counter. "Make it snappy." Behind him were two younger looking men. They were all wearing dark colors and were covered in sweat.
The man behind the counter blinked. "We don't serve cocoa here. Nobody would want it, people want cold drinks. We ARE in a desert, you know. Closest we have is either chocolate milk or a yoohoo."
"Yo, what's the deal, homie?" One of the young men moved forward. "Our boy Guzma always gets his favorite drink everywhere. You tryin' to start somethin'?"
"Yeah, man." The other agreed.
The order taker sighed. He had seen his share of troublemakers and thugs...and his share of bar fights that he had to break up, but never once had he seen a punk who wanted hot cocoa. "I told you, we don't have it." His voice was firm.
"Forget about it then. Give me a yoohoo." Guzma demanded. "Biggest size you have."
"A liter will cost you one hundred twenty."
"Hey man, that's a hundred and a fifty." Guzma rolled his eyes. "So I expect change."
The man brought out a liter bottle and gave it to him, along with thirty in cash. The other two ordered sodas, and all three left the building without another word or a thank you. The order taker shook his head and went back to watching the TV.
Guzma started chugging the drink. "This is my second favorite drink." He said as his two companions popped open their sodas. "I thought you numskulls knew that."
"I knew it, but Wayne apparently didn't."
"Damn, Marco." Wayne said after a belch. "Way to throw me under the bus, man."
"I'll let it slide." Guzma said. "Now I swear I brought three, not two. Where is Gladion?" Marco and Wayne both pointed at the nearby outhouse. Guzma smirked. "Serves him right for drinking all the water."
The Team Skull boss had picked three of his underlings for the trek to the Orre region, through the vast desert that connected it to the Kerroe region. The desert extended into Orre as well. They were headed for Pyrite Town to do some recruiting. Team Skull needed some new members if they were going to compete with the other groups in the global criminal enterprise. Pyrite Town was said to be rough and shady, so it was perfect.
Marco and Wayne were loyal, and not bad in a fight either. Gladion was an impressive kid. Fifteen years old, had a hard life, rejected his mother and ran off to be on his own. He reminded Guzma of himself at that age. He wasn’t as loyal as Marco and Wayne and sometimes he mouthed off, but that was fine. He had potential. Maybe when he got past the whiny teenage stage he would mellow out and maybe even surpass the other two Guzma brought along, who were both in their early twenties. Guzma was in his early thirties, still in his prime and not slowing down any time soon.
Gateon Port
Far from the outskirt stand in the port town Gateon, another fifteen year old boy stepped off the ferry with his parents. They, too, were here on team business, they were of Galactic, and their boss had ordered them to meet with the eccentric inventor known as Dr Kuminko. Kuminko was going to scrap his pokemon mechas and some other devices soon, according to Orre’s Galactic informant, and the Galactic boss, Cyrus, wanted to buy them from him to use for his own plans.
One of the local sailors was way too friendly for the teen’s liking. He approached him in the Poke Mart while he was looking at merchandise. “So you’re from Sinnoh, lad? One of my mates has been there once or twice. What part of Sinnoh are you from?”
“I was born in Snowpoint.” Merc told him without looking up.
“They say the lake there is frozen over for most of the year. I’d like to try ice fishing on it sometime...is it true a legendary pokemon lives there?”
“I don’t know.”
“But you’re from there.” The sailor prodded. “How do you not know?”
“He was only born there.” Merc’s mother walked over. “He hasn’t been there for most of his life. We moved when he was a year old. But yes. There are mythical pokemon in all three of Sinnoh’s lakes.”
“Why did you move? And where to?” The sailor raised an eyebrow. Merc’s father had finished shopping and now joined his wife and son. But just when he was about to speak, another sailor yelled from across the shop. “Yo matey! Mind giving me a hand here?”
Merc watched the sailors leave with the boxes. He shrugged and turned to his parents. His mother was red haired, red eyed, and named Marion, but known as Admin Mars in Team Galactic. His father’s hair was blue, and his eyes were a steel gray. His birth name was Slater, but he went by Admin Saturn in the team. Merc had inherited his father’s hair color and his mother’s eye color. “That was close.” He whispered.
“You handled yourself well though.” Slater smiled, his voice also lowered. The three left the shop and started walking the streets of Gateon, aiming for the exit.
Outskirt Stand
"Cocoa." The messy white haired man slammed a few dollars onto the counter. "Make it snappy." Behind him were two younger looking men. They were all wearing dark colors and were covered in sweat.
The man behind the counter blinked. "We don't serve cocoa here. Nobody would want it, people want cold drinks. We ARE in a desert, you know. Closest we have is either chocolate milk or a yoohoo."
"Yo, what's the deal, homie?" One of the young men moved forward. "Our boy Guzma always gets his favorite drink everywhere. You tryin' to start somethin'?"
"Yeah, man." The other agreed.
The order taker sighed. He had seen his share of troublemakers and thugs...and his share of bar fights that he had to break up, but never once had he seen a punk who wanted hot cocoa. "I told you, we don't have it." His voice was firm.
"Forget about it then. Give me a yoohoo." Guzma demanded. "Biggest size you have."
"A liter will cost you one hundred twenty."
"Hey man, that's a hundred and a fifty." Guzma rolled his eyes. "So I expect change."
The man brought out a liter bottle and gave it to him, along with thirty in cash. The other two ordered sodas, and all three left the building without another word or a thank you. The order taker shook his head and went back to watching the TV.
Guzma started chugging the drink. "This is my second favorite drink." He said as his two companions popped open their sodas. "I thought you numskulls knew that."
"I knew it, but Wayne apparently didn't."
"Damn, Marco." Wayne said after a belch. "Way to throw me under the bus, man."
"I'll let it slide." Guzma said. "Now I swear I brought three, not two. Where is Gladion?" Marco and Wayne both pointed at the nearby outhouse. Guzma smirked. "Serves him right for drinking all the water."
The Team Skull boss had picked three of his underlings for the trek to the Orre region, through the vast desert that connected it to the Kerroe region. The desert extended into Orre as well. They were headed for Pyrite Town to do some recruiting. Team Skull needed some new members if they were going to compete with the other groups in the global criminal enterprise. Pyrite Town was said to be rough and shady, so it was perfect.
Marco and Wayne were loyal, and not bad in a fight either. Gladion was an impressive kid. Fifteen years old, had a hard life, rejected his mother and ran off to be on his own. He reminded Guzma of himself at that age. He wasn’t as loyal as Marco and Wayne and sometimes he mouthed off, but that was fine. He had potential. Maybe when he got past the whiny teenage stage he would mellow out and maybe even surpass the other two Guzma brought along, who were both in their early twenties. Guzma was in his early thirties, still in his prime and not slowing down any time soon.
Gateon Port
Far from the outskirt stand in the port town Gateon, another fifteen year old boy stepped off the ferry with his parents. They, too, were here on team business, they were of Galactic, and their boss had ordered them to meet with the eccentric inventor known as Dr Kuminko. Kuminko was going to scrap his pokemon mechas and some other devices soon, according to Orre’s Galactic informant, and the Galactic boss, Cyrus, wanted to buy them from him to use for his own plans.
One of the local sailors was way too friendly for the teen’s liking. He approached him in the Poke Mart while he was looking at merchandise. “So you’re from Sinnoh, lad? One of my mates has been there once or twice. What part of Sinnoh are you from?”
“I was born in Snowpoint.” Merc told him without looking up.
“They say the lake there is frozen over for most of the year. I’d like to try ice fishing on it sometime...is it true a legendary pokemon lives there?”
“I don’t know.”
“But you’re from there.” The sailor prodded. “How do you not know?”
“He was only born there.” Merc’s mother walked over. “He hasn’t been there for most of his life. We moved when he was a year old. But yes. There are mythical pokemon in all three of Sinnoh’s lakes.”
“Why did you move? And where to?” The sailor raised an eyebrow. Merc’s father had finished shopping and now joined his wife and son. But just when he was about to speak, another sailor yelled from across the shop. “Yo matey! Mind giving me a hand here?”
Merc watched the sailors leave with the boxes. He shrugged and turned to his parents. His mother was red haired, red eyed, and named Marion, but known as Admin Mars in Team Galactic. His father’s hair was blue, and his eyes were a steel gray. His birth name was Slater, but he went by Admin Saturn in the team. Merc had inherited his father’s hair color and his mother’s eye color. “That was close.” He whispered.
“You handled yourself well though.” Slater smiled, his voice also lowered. The three left the shop and started walking the streets of Gateon, aiming for the exit.
(I might have to graciously bow out of this one. I simply do not know enough about the newer regions to be able to keep pace. Sadly I don't know much past Totodile, Cyndaquil, Chikorita starter series. But I have played a little bit of Colosseum.)
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(I might have to graciously bow out of this one. I simply do not know enough about the newer regions to be able to keep pace. Sadly I don't know much past Totodile, Cyndaquil, Chikorita starter series. But I have played a little bit of Colosseum.)
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