TEEN: Transfer the Trainer

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Index:
First Post: Here
Second Post: Here
Third Post: here
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He was losing his head. A poke center was the beginning of buzzing activity, constant motion. There were rules, very clear and concise, yet overlooked and jumped through on a regular basis. His arms were weighed down as part of a sanity test. Eyes as bright and as curious as Moltres were curious. Nails, full of outdated dirt and bitten down clawed. It may not go very far. There was the debate of course. The trainers of heart and soul had been nabbed away first, being the closest, as the glittering jewels of Suicune were unattainable. They chimed, they shouted, "RED! RED! A dash of color in the blizzard of shades from a top a mountain of legend. Our Red, our trainer, he should be dragged here with the preset of an NPC but with the probabilities of a trainer." Everyone else, those two thought, shamefully disagreed. Red will be will red wherever he come from, but it was his opposite that considered his original location. Such a lonely cartridge, such a silent pair. It was to wonder though, that the girl was standing still, silently contemplating the state of her partner.

The nurses, the misnamed staff, had already known that the diamonds and pearls could be retrieved without trouble, but this, this was exciting! The newcomers seemed so devoid of color, so dull, so dense. There was much to catch up on, much to upgrade. But the bracelet would always stay in place. It was between the lighter shades of pink, however, to keep this among themselves. All the colors would come to the future, to the brink of Pokemon technology, completing the shades of Black and White. They were just as excited, but equally matched in apprehension. The boy was uncertain, he had barely touched the forest while the girl was adamant, she had seen the rise and fall of a grand foe, and was now witnessing something new. There was the legend that Gold and Silver gleamed about, but had tarnished when the news had came. The advanced, after all, was no longer advanced, and the Red had not been burned, poisoned and slashed as the hailed NPC of the mountain was. He was new, he was so, so small. He had forgotten everything, and could not even bring with him the first pokemon of his past memories.

He had fallen asleep, his hand covering the bracelet, a thick and heavy metal protectant over a card that had been tipped over and emptied, yet contained burning information that had to be nipped and tucked. There were still people to bring over, trainers to transfer, like pokemon without even the items of their battles. The first duo gleamed once again. These trainers they knew, these trainers they had known so much, yet could hardly describe them. They had no regional badges, they had no familiar pokemon, outside of the ones traded to them and the desecendents of these trades, and yet, they were much more understandable than the lingo of shaded areas. It could only be hoped that the stubbornness of the third trainer, could be overlooked, and that she could be swept away in the hands of bridges before realizing, her entire reality has been hacked away to pieces. Her name, after all, fit her soon to be home than the fields of Platinum did. The problems of one way communication were great, but had one shining advantage however. It would appear the new born champion of Sinnoh has been abducted. Rumors would spread, though, that region was not an old one. The revered game sharks had risen under a new name, a misleading name, and they walked the earth as sweeping shadow, daring to breach the brittle presence of the fourth wall. It would be known that it was they who had taken her.

 

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2nd Post

Fire danced around like fireflies wielding torches. This was her anger, cast out onto the battle field. She was fast, but she was blind, and it was to the shades advantage to pick a rotation battle, of all things. Her team was a familiar one to her, with only one pokemon native to Unova. It cast out a Sunny Day that engulfed the enemy in flames that would have blistered any other than the blue bipedal creature that counterattacked with rushing wave of water. If only her pokemon was an actually fire type, than one who used its six wings to avoid the ocean in making below. The tables turned again, a foolish act on his part, and the battle was halted abruptly. The nurses were calling again. The two had made it to the moor without anyone realizing. Shiver, shiver, one thought. He was used to the raging desserts of jade dragons, while the girl could manage without her jacket. Time to go back, they thought, but never acted upon it. Instead they ran, one to the city and the other to the spiral. Eventually the girl flew to the city in flux. It changed whenever she entered upon.

This time it was so blue, so bright, with blaring music that scratched and skritched. Music you weren't supposed to hear, but it was there nonetheless. The nurses had mentioned no such thing. Perhaps you were supposed to ignore it. There was no snow, even in this time they called Winter. Maybe this city had other things to worry about than when snow would fall and when the sun would scorch. She paced the city, avoiding the Pokecenter, who had a pink haired lady in front of the door, and jogging over to the more advanced section of the region. The doors never opened, she still had a journey to run through in the eyes of the hexadecimals, but she wanted to see the origin of her dragon. Shame to say she headed in the wrong way.

The boy was more interested in dragons. Being the only one to have witnessed great droughts and floods so far, the weather patterns didn't particularly bother him. He only wondered if they could be stopped. Would there ever be another dragon so powerful as to sway the clouds and the sun once more? It happened before, but he felt as if the grey ants running around with the fodder of this region had no interest in anything other than... whatever it was. Something about freedom or whatnot. He walked on, getting mud in his shoes and growing bitterly cold. When would be the end of the month? He was not used to time being in constant motion. At once, he was but the year passed and the moon stood still. It's not as if it ever casted darkness either way. By nightfall he made it to the tower without the wavering eyes of security checks. It stood tall and wavering. Although the path did not render, it did not matter. There were tricks he learned that festered in the back of his mind. His bracelet burned as he walked on water, but so did his home. Soon he found the top, a still white dragon with a tail of flames.

 

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Post three
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Anyone out there? I'll keep trecking on I suppose.
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Curious and curiouser, while the young man had pined away for some far off land the girl was, observant, to say the most. Sometimes she was let out to wander the streets of the beginner city with supervision of a wandering eye. What she did most was study the ground, moving away any pebble that would. She didn't even seem interested in the Pokémon despite the fact that almost the entire pokedex was at her disposal. Most nurses saw her as well behaved despite her counter parts or successors. The others hoped that this was the case. Life was easier when no one had will. There used to only be one wild card, now they were calling in backup with tales of nurses who seemed to conjure up hundreds of pokeballs when presented with one. ...why, your pokemon has already evolved! Now its an... um... There was hardly any memory of an incident like this later.

"Hello, Green." They lived up to their name, those two, the fiery flames of Red and the tranquility of Green.

He's scaring me. Were her first words. The nurse nodded, leaving behind her post to alert another who would continue the cycle getting nothing done. You could hear screams from above and below if you were programmed to. The girl jumped over the desk the nurse had originally walked through and played doctor for a while. If she wanted to, the nurse would not return. Neither would the trainer's pokemon. They too, disapeared. Thank you, come again. She always, becoming quite amused with herself. The machines hum and haw was much more pleasant than the screams of... oh. She couldn't be a doctor anymore. Trails of Red had left the building on wings of flame and how not like Green it would be if she followed him. The outside wasn't pleasent with the concept of time and weather that took horrible tolls on her mind, but how unpleasent the inside would become when the nurse came back to follow, only to see her amongst the mindleass drones. Good bye. Was her last word.
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At first, it was the boy who surrendered himself to motion, but the dragon turned its head and roared. The tower came alive, shifting under his feet. The dragon came closer, tail blinding, as if he had been lectured on the proper and just timeline. None of this was noticed by the human, except for the flaming tail that threatened to burn his skin for every second that he stay. Slowly, he came forward, hand out and gently coaxing the monster to come near with head bowed. This happened breifly before hands out of shadows in the wall came to fetch him, bruising his body and his ego as it thrust him into bright, flat land. Even N was given insight for the second it took to delete the data. For a moment everyone saw thw sun, and the words were not pretty. The girl had also been captured with false data and false intentions. She swore about some stupid keytar player that argued with erhu girl and ruined the city of strange stability. She breathed her revenge and emanated anger. Her memory stayed.