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Target Pokemon: Machop
Range: Simple -- 5 to 10K
Lou is thirteen, but if that's too young, then tell me. Oh, and lame title for the chapter, I know. BTW, this scene begins from where Lou gets her starter Pokemon from the "Starter Requests thread". Time at the beginning of the story is about 10 or 10:30 am.
The Start of Lou's Journey by MuddyMudkip
In Louise's POV (meaning 1st person style)
I sighed in happiness as I stepped away from the gleaming silver counter. Today was the day I got my first Pokemon, my starter Pokemon, a Mudkip. Here I was, at a Pokemon Center.. No, not for healing Pokemon, yes-they also do that, but more specifically for claiming starter Pokemon.
The Pokemon available for claiming were not just the starter Pokemon from different regions, say Cyndaquil, Piplup, and Bulbasaur, but they were of each basic form Pokemon-meaning they have not been evolved. Some Pokemon were banned, however, like Larvitar and Kabuto, for some reasons I have yet to find out. Legendaries were not allowed, as well.
Just a few moments ago, my heart had been pounding with excitement as I had gotten into the short line for claiming starters. I did not have to wait long, soon I had asked for Mudkip, and I had gotten it along with three thousand Pokedollars cash. Three thousand Pokedollars might not be a big amount, but I'd say its just what new trainers, like myself, would need to start off a Pokemon adventure.
Also, you may say that why choose a regional starter when you can get something else. Well, I, personally, like Mudkip very much, and I have always loved water types-Mudkip no less.
I had waited for this day since my mother said I could get a Pokemon and start my adventure. She had not wanted me to go at age eleven or twelve, but now as I am a thirteen year-old I was allowed to be "free". Of course, I had to promise to call and keep her up-to-date whenever I can, and I intend to keep that promise. Although, since I started walking and traveling-which was a day or two ago-I had only called home once. That is bad, considering my mother is very, would you say, protective and worrying type. But, then again who is not?
Now, as I walked out of the building, I began to think of a nickname for my Mudkip. My mind filled with thoughts about other Pokemon, other trainers, and about my future team, too. I had not figured everything out yet, I just knew I wanted to catch a fighting type first, preferably a Machop.
"Mudkip, come on out!" I released my starter to get a good look at her... or him. "Hmm, so what name would you like?" I bent down, sat in a crouching position, and began to pet he-- it.
"Kip, mudkip, kip kip," the Pokemon replied, running around my legs and feet playfully. Then, Mudkip began jumping up and down as it repeated the syllables of its name.
"You do like to say "kip" a lot, don't you?" I mused as I picked it up and started to cradle it, an idea forming in my head. "How about Kipper?" I watched with bliss as my Pokemon smiled and spoke its name with glee. That definitely meant "yes".
"Well then Kipper, let us go and start our adventure! To do that, we will need to train and catch a Pokemon." I started running to anywhere with Kipper in my arms, trying to look for a clearing to train in, patches of dust and grass jumping up as I jogged.
About an hour passed, my training with Kipper had been great, and now I am almost completely confident that I can catch a Pokemon. Plus, I figured out Kipper was a boy.
Dirt, twigs and leaves covered the path I was walking through now. The sun was shining brightly, almost forcing my eyes to slam shut as I walked along an unknown route. I honestly had no idea where we were, and even a Mudkip's sense of direction using its fin would not be of help... Especially when a certain Mudkip was asleep.
Kipper was currently taking a nice long nap on my shoulder. I have to admit, he is a little heavy for his age, or maybe I'm just not used to it. Part of him was standing.. err.. lying on my light red colored backpack for support, and still he feels a little heavy. Anyhow, he deserves and needs his rest for an upcoming Pokemon battle.
Eventually, my hunt came to a stop. Mainly because it was nearly lunch time, and my stomach was growling. Kipper had awoken, and we were now resting against a big oak tree in thicker undergrowth. Grass grew in cluttered groups here, and it looked almost certainly lifeless. Nevertheless, we sat down on one big root, covered with smaller ones - Taproot system, definitely. I gave my Mudkip some Poke food as I helped myself to a hamburger my mother had prepared earlier.
Pretty soon, as we finished our somewhat light lunch, a bluish-gray colored Pokemon, with three brown ridges on its head, caught our sight. It was a lone figure, but that was how most Pokemon were nowadays, and looked a lot like a Machop, but I thought they were uncommon in this here parts. Thus, because I am ever so curious, I went to check it out. Kipper followed quickly and excitedly at the heels of my white sneakers, of course, just etching for a battle. I suspect he has not had one in ages, the last probably was at least a few weeks ago. That was not good for Pokemon - no, not at all.
After a few stumbles and trips on roots, leaves, and grass, we caught sight of the creature once more. Sure enough, when I found the wild creature, it was the superpower fighting Pokemon. Somehow, I had been able to challenge it to a battle. And, we got into battle position as it let out a battle cry.
Third Person Style
Kipper quickly got in front of his trainer and stood a battle poise. The Machop began to charge swiftly at him with its arm glowing white and its hand opened wide.
"Kipper, Water Gun quickly!" Lou ordered just as the opponent began to near. The Mudkip opened his muzzle wide and let a spray of water burst out. Unfortunately, the water had only damaged Machop partially as it had karate chopped its way around the water blast. And so it continued its assault on Kipper.
"Alright, use Mud-slap when it nears!" Louise quickly decided. Kipper's tail glowed brightly as he charged at the wild Pokemon. Tail and hands collided, leaving both Pokemon quite badly hit. But that did not stop any one of them. Mudkip and Machop stood almost as fast as when they had fallen.
Machop began to kick Mudkip with its powerful legs and feet. Ankle sweep, huh? Lou thought as she commanded her Pokemon to try tackling the Machop. Both Pokemon were getting weaker and weaker. The Mudkip kept on butting his head into Machop while it kicked him at almost every part that its feet could reach.
"Do another Water Gun, Kipper!" she called as the Machop had stopped ankle sweeping her beloved starter Pokemon. As before, Kipper let a blast of cold water emerge from its recently opened mouth. Lou would have ordered for a take down, hydro pump or even a whirlpool, but those attacks might have dome more damage than needed, thus causing a Knock-Out. And she did not want that, obviously.
The enemy Machop grabbed Kipper by the legs, then spun around in a circle. After a bit, the Machop let go, sending the Mudkip flying. Kipper collided with a boulder, then because of the impact, he also bumped against a nearby tree, before falling sub-concious to the ground.
The effect of the attack had left particles of dust, dirt, and sand flying around. Almost completely filling the clearing with a smoke-like atmosphere.
Louise, on the other hand, decided that the Machop had been weakened enough. She fumbled clumsily with her backpack, looking for one of the Pokeballs her mother had given her when she had been packing. Luckily, she found it in a matter of seconds, fifteen seconds at most.
The dust and dirt cleared quickly after that, Lou flung her arm forward, loosening her grip on the red and white ball just as she had enlarged it. The ball bumped the Machop in the arm, then sucked it in with a red light. The Pokeball began to wriggle and shake.....
Woot! Its done, okay graders?
Words: 1000+ (just the story, no note from the top or the title)
6000+7608 (just the story, no note from the top or the title)
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