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| Tabi Port; The beginning of a grand adventure... | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Sep 21 2015, 01:26 AM (7,572 Views) | |
| Llyarden | Sep 21 2015, 01:26 AM Post #1 |
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Tabi Port has obviously modernised recently. Small cottages and equally-small shops are dwarfed by the new constructions; the Tabi Hotel, and the nearby Pokemon Centre. Occupying what clearly is usually the village green is a large marquee, a large banner attached to the top reading 'Honi's First League Trainers, departing at 10am!' A big, bulky man stands outside the entrance to the marquee, checking IDs and only permitting the prospective trainers in; kids of various ages are emerging from the hotel at irregular intervals and being allowed in, often watched by tearful friends and family. The mood is overall quite festive, with all manner of souvenirs being hawked by the entrepenurial villagers. It is now 9:50, and the last boat expected to arrive has just pulled into the docks, bringing with it the last few soon-to-be Trainers, who are now disembarking onto dry land. You are all amongst these Trainers. What do you do now? |
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| Umby | Sep 21 2015, 04:09 AM Post #2 |
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Bender Gent
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The young lad struggled to keep a cool demeanour as his brain tried to get him to scramble down the walkway onto the pier. Land! Oh, sweet, stable, non-nauseating land! Jeremy vowed to never leave it again, having spent the past few days using all of his concentration to not vomit in front of his new peers. He had no idea when he would be leaving Honi, but he at least knew he wasn't going to do it by boat. "Okay. First goal outlined. Get a flying type." Jeremy let his mind wander for a bit to distract himself while his stomach settled, outlining a mental step-by-step process of how he'd achieve this new objective. This exercise he'd been taught and the way he used it, he figured, was probably the reason he'd been successful in getting selected for this group of new adventurers. As his mind casually strolled back towards reality, he looked around at the crowds and felt a pang of sadness. Most, if not all, of the other kids had someone waving to them or cheering them on or tearing up at their departure. Jeremy knew he'd made the right choice in trying to make it on his own, but that didn't stop him from feeling lonely. He put his hood up and shuffled off in the direction of the other trainers. |
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| KinseiNoShisha | Sep 21 2015, 04:29 AM Post #3 |
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The Softest
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AbbeyAbbey stops sketching for a moment; using the hand steading the pad on her knees to return her errant bangs, tossed about by the salty morning sea breeze, to their proper place, while the one holding her pencil takes its place atop the rough sketch of the skyline. Glancing up, she gazes again at the rapidly broadening shoreline that is her, and many other young trainers' aboard the ship, destination. I can finally, finally go out on my own, with my own Pokémon, having my own adventures, and learning new things first hand, she thinks to herself, her hand veritably quivering with excitement that ruins any chance of this sketch being remotely good. While she loves books tremendously, even her scant observations around her parents' property had taught her the value of first hand experience. Now she's finally in a position to put that realization into practice. As the ship finally makes it into port and the call goes out to disembark, Abbey stows the half-finished sketch into her bag and shuffles off with the rest of those taking their first steps into the Honi region. While there had been plenty of time on the boat to speak to the other trainers bustling around her, Abbey's own nervous excitement had compelled her to continue sketching the various panoramas afforded to a seafaring journey to keep herself from running laps around the ship. While a few people had come to look at her work, none had commented (probably because her nerves were affecting her abilities in that department) and she hadn't been able to work up the courage to say anything herself. Even now she hopes she didn't come off as rude. Once she finally sets foot off the gangway she takes a deep breath to try and calm herself down and resituates the bag strap on her shoulder. With a nod, she says to herself, "Right. Here we go," and begins to stride toward the obvious gathering area. She waits her turn before passing her ID off to the large man at the entrance to the marquee and then stands awkwardly for a moment, opening and closing her mouth in an attempt to ask the rather intimidating (to her at least) man about what comes next before meekly taking her ID back without a word and slinking in, hiding her burning face behind one of her sketch books. Trainer
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| Zhuravlik | Sep 21 2015, 05:44 AM Post #4 |
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Sibyl walks down the gangway with a spring in her step. 'Finally, freedom!', was all she could think right then. 'That ship was getting dull.' As she calms down somewhat, she looks around her, taking in the sights. She was excited to begin her new journey here! So much to see, so much to do... Just as important though, what sort of Pokemon would she meet here? She wonders how many Ghost-types she'd see. It was just the first type that came to mind, which wasn't surprising. Those occult books back home made them look spectacular, not to mention Morty. She briefly imagines herself commanding high level Ghost-types in glorious battle. As she approaches the security guard at the marquee entrance, she muses to herself, 'I'm not just free from the ship: I'm completely free now.' That feeling was almost intoxicating. There's nothing to worry about here. |
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| carnackiArdent | Sep 21 2015, 02:24 PM Post #5 |
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Isabella wasn't pleased when she arrived and found she'd have a whole day to wait before being allowed to set out. To her mind, this is a massive failure of planning. In any case, the day of waiting has done a number on her patience, which was never excessive to start with. She's picked out of millions of trainers to go to this new region that's being opened up for the first time, and the first thing she has to do is sit around in a hotel all day like some sort of tourist and endure repetitions of the tearful farewells of her parents. Not that she isn't going to miss them, but having her father start pretending not to cry again makes her uncomfortable. She gives one last wave in the direction of her parents, standing in the hotel door, and a last shouted "Adieu!" before more or less jogging in the direction of the marquee, joining the line of prospective trainers waiting to get in. She endures the wait until her turn comes with bad grace - someone standing behind her might get a face full of bushy red ponytail as she fidgets in line - and waves her new ID dismissively in front of the guard. "Yeah, yeah, here it is, I'm me." Sure, there's only two dozen trainers, so it's not like they're going to leave without her, but that's never stopped her before. |
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| Llyarden | Sep 21 2015, 02:41 PM Post #6 |
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The man checks over your IDs in turn with something of a tired look, scanning them some sort of device he holds before waving you through with a grunt. The marquee has been split into two parts, separated by a closed curtain like one might find in a theatre. On your side is a series of - probably 24 - seats, positioned in a rough arc around a lectern and a screen. It appears that before getting anywhere on your Pokemon journey you are owed a speech. A few people in lab coats are scurrying back and forth, doing last-minute adjustment to speakers, chairs, and so on, occasionally disappearing past two more bulky-looking men behind the curtain. The other kids are mostly milling around, waiting for something to happen, a few of them congregating into groups to talk. One louder voice carries across as you enter, coming from an older boy, dressed in a rather expensive-looking suit. "Well, I've had personal training from Juan - the Gym leader, you know - so I'm sure this will be a doddle." He's currently talking to a few of the other soon-to-be Trainers, who seem to be lapping up his boasts. |
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| Umby | Sep 21 2015, 04:18 PM Post #7 |
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Bender Gent
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Jeremy stood for a moment, hesitating. All around him people were bustling, talking, socialising. He wondered if it was worth joining in or just taking his seat and waiting for the speech to start. His initial reaction was one of unease, not happy with the idea of having to rely on people so soon after ditching his family to try and prove himself. But, realising he was alone in unfamiliar territory and had exactly zero idea on how to survive in the wild, Jeremy concluded it might be in his best interests to put his pride aside. Besides, having friends was hardly the worst thing that could happen. He scanned the groups of trainers to listen for the most easily-accessible conversations. He could act open and pleasant when he needed to, so he figured it wouldn't be too hard. Immediately he overheard a loud, hoity-toity kind of voice; the voice belonging to the kind of people he would usually target for expensive jewellery and well-bred pokémon. He saw a group aggregating around the source of the voice, seemingly enamoured by the figure's stories. Jeremy shrugged. "If nothing else, I can at least count on this guy to be an easy mark if I need some cash in a pinch," he thought to himself, semi-jokingly. Maybe. He was supposed to be on the path of redemption but some schmucks make it too easy. Jeremy vowed not to rob him unless it was absolutely necessary, or if he annoyed him. In the meantime, the Goldenrod native meandered over to join the group in listening to the guy's babble. |
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| Zhuravlik | Sep 21 2015, 06:44 PM Post #8 |
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Sibyl suppresses a groan as she sees the set-up for the speeches. Because that's going to be interesting. Upon hearing the pompous sounding voice though, she moves over the group listening to that voice's owner, the fancy looking guy. Might as well, see what everyone else was like, see what might happen around here. It would be better than a speech at least. |
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| KinseiNoShisha | Sep 21 2015, 09:37 PM Post #9 |
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The Softest
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AbbeyAbbey, having completely failed at communication but moments ago, decides she should just sit in one of the chairs and wait for whatever presentation is going to happen next begins. She does, however, listen in on the boasting young man, not hard considering his volume, and casts furtive glances at the other trainers in the crowd around him. Trainer
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| carnackiArdent | Sep 22 2015, 03:45 AM Post #10 |
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Isabella gives a quiet groan, lost under the noise of the crowd. They're going to get talked at. Wonderful. What's so hard about just saying "Here's your Pokédex, here's some balls, go be an amazing trainer"? Why do adults need to give hour-long speeches? She scoffs at the boastful boy, shaking her head. "So what, you absorbed training by osmosis?" She's not exactly addressing him, but she certainly doesn't bother to keep her voice down. Whether or not the target of her derision pays any attention to her, anyone standing near her can easily hear. "Please. I've seen myself in the champion's arena but that doesn't mean I won't have to work to get there. Bet I can beat out monsieur 'I bought lessons from somebody actually good', though," she adds, with a searching look at his expensive clothes. |
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