"We're just about to get going, but we wanted to wish you guys good luck later today. We've got what we need, so we're off to go train and catch some pokemon! So yeah good luck and we'll catch you guys later alright?"
Tom seemed a bit off as he told the group his intention. Rupert was anything but a people-person, but even he noticed it. He put it out of his mind soon though, crediting it to his own imagination. He hadn't known Tom all that long after all. Caleb and Lee joined Tom and Rupert in the elevator as they too had decided to go out on a little field trip. Soon after exiting Goldenrod the quartet split up, each going in their own direction to search for new team members. Rupert managed to croak a 'Good luck!' as they parted.
Rupert strode out onto Route 34, excited about the prospect of a new pokemon. His excitement was justified too.
Oh man. This will be the first time I've been out catching pokemon in... oh wow, seven years? Has it really been that long? I guess so. The only pokemon I've ever actually caught legitimately was Gastly.
Having walked out into the tall grass Rupert suddenly stopped.
What... what do I actually do?
It wasn't that Rupert had forgotten how to catch pokemon. Not entirely anyway. He was just frozen at the prospect of it all. How did one chose what to train? Back in Lavender Town this hadn't been an issue. Being a pokemon trainer in Lavender meant that you were more than likely to have a Gastly/Haunter and perhaps a Cubone. Rupert owning these two 'mons was simply a natural effect of never really having left Lavender Town much.
But this? His mind was now open to all the possibilities. Now he had the entire world to chose from. The pospect made him dizzy.
How the heck am I supposed to chose who makes the team?! Should I be trying to go after specific types? Specific pokemon even? Does a proper trainer have to have a balanced team? S-should I go back to the inn and plan this out more?
Planning in advance what one's team should look like in order to maximize effectiveness and minimize one's weaknesses? This seemed sensible but also a bit cold and analytical. Wasn't being a trainer about passion? Rupert was completely stumped, simply fidgeting in the grass trying to figure out what to do. That's when Cubone's pokeball burst open, materializing its occupant onto the grass field.
"Cuu..."
"STOP! Just stop, Cubone. I know what you're going to say. You think that I'm overthinking this, that I should just throw myself into it all. But I can't do that, Cubone. We're talking about an entirely new team member. A member that's going to be sticking around for life. Someone you yourself will have to fight beside. This is really, really big. I-I mean real big. What if like... we catch someone we just don't like? Or someone that's not really that good? What then huh? No. No, you're not getting your way this time. I am assuming the role of responsible trainer and postponing this. I need time to think this over. I can't just jump into this."
Cubone had listened to his trainer's reasoning in silence and finally replied with a short:
"Cu. Bone."
"'Then I will'? What's that supposed to mea... H-HEY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?"
Cubone started racing toward the nearest tree with a speed that defied his small stature. As he neared the tree he leaned forward and braced for impact with a shrill battle cry.
*BONK*
The mighty tree shook as Cubone's Headbutt connected. The small Ground-Type fell backward to the ground that was slowly gathering leaves from the still reverberating tree. The leaves weren't everything that fell from the tree. A dark shape fell from a branch above. It was a pokemon. Whether he liked it or not, Rupert now had a battle (and a potential catch) on his hands.
Tom seemed a bit off as he told the group his intention. Rupert was anything but a people-person, but even he noticed it. He put it out of his mind soon though, crediting it to his own imagination. He hadn't known Tom all that long after all. Caleb and Lee joined Tom and Rupert in the elevator as they too had decided to go out on a little field trip. Soon after exiting Goldenrod the quartet split up, each going in their own direction to search for new team members. Rupert managed to croak a 'Good luck!' as they parted.
Rupert strode out onto Route 34, excited about the prospect of a new pokemon. His excitement was justified too.
Oh man. This will be the first time I've been out catching pokemon in... oh wow, seven years? Has it really been that long? I guess so. The only pokemon I've ever actually caught legitimately was Gastly.
Having walked out into the tall grass Rupert suddenly stopped.
What... what do I actually do?
It wasn't that Rupert had forgotten how to catch pokemon. Not entirely anyway. He was just frozen at the prospect of it all. How did one chose what to train? Back in Lavender Town this hadn't been an issue. Being a pokemon trainer in Lavender meant that you were more than likely to have a Gastly/Haunter and perhaps a Cubone. Rupert owning these two 'mons was simply a natural effect of never really having left Lavender Town much.
But this? His mind was now open to all the possibilities. Now he had the entire world to chose from. The pospect made him dizzy.
How the heck am I supposed to chose who makes the team?! Should I be trying to go after specific types? Specific pokemon even? Does a proper trainer have to have a balanced team? S-should I go back to the inn and plan this out more?
Planning in advance what one's team should look like in order to maximize effectiveness and minimize one's weaknesses? This seemed sensible but also a bit cold and analytical. Wasn't being a trainer about passion? Rupert was completely stumped, simply fidgeting in the grass trying to figure out what to do. That's when Cubone's pokeball burst open, materializing its occupant onto the grass field.
"Cuu..."
"STOP! Just stop, Cubone. I know what you're going to say. You think that I'm overthinking this, that I should just throw myself into it all. But I can't do that, Cubone. We're talking about an entirely new team member. A member that's going to be sticking around for life. Someone you yourself will have to fight beside. This is really, really big. I-I mean real big. What if like... we catch someone we just don't like? Or someone that's not really that good? What then huh? No. No, you're not getting your way this time. I am assuming the role of responsible trainer and postponing this. I need time to think this over. I can't just jump into this."
Cubone had listened to his trainer's reasoning in silence and finally replied with a short:
"Cu. Bone."
"'Then I will'? What's that supposed to mea... H-HEY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?"
Cubone started racing toward the nearest tree with a speed that defied his small stature. As he neared the tree he leaned forward and braced for impact with a shrill battle cry.
*BONK*
The mighty tree shook as Cubone's Headbutt connected. The small Ground-Type fell backward to the ground that was slowly gathering leaves from the still reverberating tree. The leaves weren't everything that fell from the tree. A dark shape fell from a branch above. It was a pokemon. Whether he liked it or not, Rupert now had a battle (and a potential catch) on his hands.
