Post by doctorwebster01 on Oct 14, 2017 22:43:09 GMT
It was a cold night in the Orudo Region. The cool breeze of Autumn instantly turned into a freezer as the Winter months grew near. The harvest was over, everyone ate their fill of the great feasts in the previous nights, and the schools were closing to end the semester. On most nights, houses across the nation would be dark and still with their inhabitants asleep in the warmth of their beds. However, this one was not like them. It was that time of year, when everyone across the nation turned on their TV’s or logged into a live broadcast online to watch something that would be important.
It was the start of the Training Season, a time to watch for any updates involving an event that would start in the upcoming Summer, the Pokemon League. This event gathers people from all over the world to test the strategy and skills of mysterious creatures that live among mankind, called “Pocket Monsters” (or “Pokemon” for short). Since ancient times, trainers have gone out in the world, capturing and befriending these beasts to be used in war, protection, and sports. Most people in the Modern Era just keep them as pets or companions, but the rest train them to fight in the League, to show he world who has the best teams and skills to become champion.
Millions of people sat at their screens, awaiting the hour to begin. Soon the screen blacked out from a commercial about a sweet treat in a chain restaurant before a symbol of a pokeball spun into view and opened its casing to reaveal the title as he jumped out toward the viewers. The words, “Orudo Territory News League Report”, pushed out in bold, CGI letters as it dissolved to reveal two smiling anchors.
One was a man in his thirties, with a broad smile, a clean shaven face with a large chin, blond hair that was gelled and combed back, and an expression that would make one swear he was looking at his reflection. He wore a black suit with an ugly yellow tie that was riddled with pokeball symbols on it. Everyone knows he wears it only for this occasion. With a raised brow, he winks at the camera, saying, “Hi, I’m Joe Walton….”
Next to him was a slightly younger woman in a very modest gray work dress. Her raven curls were left draping over her shoulders as she showed off her pearly whites and waved at the camera. “I’m June!” she said, politely, but quickly, as if she only had a millisecond to present it.
Joe continued with, “... and this is O.T.N., giving the report for this year’s news in the Orudo League!” A bar graph, showing the number of trainers in the past few years appeared. Naturally, it appeared that the bars were getting progressively shorter. It had the words, “More Trouble, Less Trainers” below it. “We’re kicking off the new Training Season with some concerns as the number of participants have dwindled in the past few years. The league has looked into this and have found this could be due to multiple factors. One of which is the reported cases of younger trainers that have been found injured or dead across the region. As a result, parents of current and potential trainers younger than their teens have decided to cut their journies short all together.
After the graph faded, a new image appeared. This one was a photo of two grunts, fighting. One wore a leather jacket and had a pocket knife, the other wore a sleeveless shirt and a snowcap that looked llike a skull while using brass knuckles. “Another cause is from the rise in crime rates from fights between infamous gangs, Teams Slick and Skull. Police have tried to keep these fights under control, only to be met with gunfire and pokemon attacks. Various departments are considering changing protocol when handling these situations. And now the weather! Bill?”
The camera cuts to a man in a brown suit with glasses that stood in front of a map of the region. Swirling clouds and lines indicating the changing weather and temperatures moved across the boundary lines and cities. “Thanks Joe! Well we’re in for a rough winter, folks! As you can see on the map, cold winds from the North are moving across the North and Midwestern states of Orudo. We’re looking at temperatures in the 20’s and 10’s, so be sure to bundle up before you go outside to catch your first pokemon, trainers! For the weather forecast, we’re going to be in for a big chill for the rest of the week, but we’re looking at pretty sunny skies for most of it. We might be in for a flurry in the weekends, but that could change into a blizzard with a large storm system passing through. We’ll have more info as the week progresses. June, you’re up!”
The camera cuts again to June, who continues with the next story. “Thanks, Bill! Well, the votes are in and we’ve finally confirmed who the next gym leaders will be! It has taken a lot longer this year, due to demands of recounts and ties, but now we have the list. We now have Dr. Vergiften in Mercury City, Rook in Aura City, Mama Samedi in Carbonne City, Webster in Calx City, Lok and Keel in Aurum City, Clarabelle in Silicon Town, Grizzly in Calium Town, and a mysterious man by the alias “Spirit of the Plains” in the Ozaawaabik Reservation.” With each name listed, a map appeared beside her with points that appeared with each of the participating locations appearing on it. Many were scattered across the western and northern states while a few dotted the midwest and south. “As every year, all able-bodied trainers that wish to participate in the League Tournament must face all eight and recieve their badges. All others that suffer disabilities or are unable to travel must take an exam in designated areas across the region. People who fall under this category are advised to check with their local schools or town halls to take it.”
The camera cut to zoom out as Joe said, “Yes, it was quite a mess to try to get the list in time, but at least everyone has until the start of Summer to get those badges!”
“Yep, so they have plenty of time to prepare! But they shouldn’t waste too much time, because every day counts!”
“In other news, to combat the decline in trainers, our very own pokemon professor, Sequoia, has opened the doors to his lab and is accepting applications for interns to help with his research. The benefits he is offering include free training licenses, supplies and rations for the long trip across the region, and full scholarships for anyone pursuing education after the end of the season! We have the professor on video call to talk with us about it. Professor?”
The screen split in half and a middle-aged man appeared. He had tanned skin, long black hair that was tied back,brown eyes, and a wrinkled face with a gentle grin. He wore a white lab coat and a blue denim shirt. Holding his hand up, he said, “Hau, everyone!”
“Hau to you too, Professor! So, is it true? Are you really giving out licenses to the public?”
“Well, you could say that...” the professor said, shrugging, “...but I’m really looking for up to five individuals who are interested in taking an internship. I don’t have enough licenses or supplies to just give to everyone, but I am willing to give them to anyone who applies.”
June leaned in with curiosity in her expression. “What about this research you’re doing this for? Is there any signigicance of this to any hypothesis you’re working on?”
“Well, yes. As you know, I specialize in the field of pokemon archaeology and I am doing a study on human to pokemon interaction in the past and future. My hope is to work with interns that will allow me to study how they raise their pokemon and possibly see if there are any methods we picked up from our anscestors.”
“Are there any qualifications that you’re looking for in your interns?” Joe asked; “Or are there no requirements?”
“There really isn’t any special qualities to become an intern. All they have to do is a trial I have set up. I won’t give all the details here. I’ll have to be asked in person to let the applicants know the rest.”
Joe, who was looking over to the side of the studio and said, “ What’s that? Oh! Well, we’re running out of time here. So, we’ll have to let you go, Professor. Thank you for your time!”
Sequoia said, “No problem! Toksa akhe!”, before he was gone again.
“The same to you!”
June looked at the audience and said, “Potential trainers wishing to apply should visit the Wasahgee Caverns Visitor Center in Reef Bluff in order to be considered. Now we move on to sports...”
A few days have passed since then. The sun rises to start a new day over the town of Reef Bluff. It wasn’t a very big community with only a thousand individuals at the most, but that was enough to have its riverside landscape dotted with suburbs and roadways. Overlooking the sprawling neighborhood was a large limestone bluff that was capped with bare trees and brown grass that was naturally seen in the winter’s cold.
Each of you have arrived in the square, where the all the roads seemed to lead. It was a quiet little spot with various bars, cafes, and shops that surrounded a large courthouse in the center. The central building seemed archaic in design and seemed to resemble ancient buildings from Kalos or Sinnoh. Above its columns was a clocktower that struck “7” as the townsfolk went about their daily business in the streets below. A gaggle of Swanna, forming the shape of a “V” in the clear sky, could be seen descending in the direction of the winding river.
Despite its beauty, the weather was cold, with wind chills of around 15 degrees farenheit. As you breath, the sun’s light reflects off the steamy clouds that emerge from your mouths. Everyone, who was outside was covered from head to toe in heavy clothing, scarves, earmuffs, and hats to hold back the bite of the temperatures. Some pokemon, including Pidove and Purrloin could be seen, huddling in the least windy areas with the most sunshine, just to stay warm.
It was the start of the Training Season, a time to watch for any updates involving an event that would start in the upcoming Summer, the Pokemon League. This event gathers people from all over the world to test the strategy and skills of mysterious creatures that live among mankind, called “Pocket Monsters” (or “Pokemon” for short). Since ancient times, trainers have gone out in the world, capturing and befriending these beasts to be used in war, protection, and sports. Most people in the Modern Era just keep them as pets or companions, but the rest train them to fight in the League, to show he world who has the best teams and skills to become champion.
Millions of people sat at their screens, awaiting the hour to begin. Soon the screen blacked out from a commercial about a sweet treat in a chain restaurant before a symbol of a pokeball spun into view and opened its casing to reaveal the title as he jumped out toward the viewers. The words, “Orudo Territory News League Report”, pushed out in bold, CGI letters as it dissolved to reveal two smiling anchors.
One was a man in his thirties, with a broad smile, a clean shaven face with a large chin, blond hair that was gelled and combed back, and an expression that would make one swear he was looking at his reflection. He wore a black suit with an ugly yellow tie that was riddled with pokeball symbols on it. Everyone knows he wears it only for this occasion. With a raised brow, he winks at the camera, saying, “Hi, I’m Joe Walton….”
Next to him was a slightly younger woman in a very modest gray work dress. Her raven curls were left draping over her shoulders as she showed off her pearly whites and waved at the camera. “I’m June!” she said, politely, but quickly, as if she only had a millisecond to present it.
Joe continued with, “... and this is O.T.N., giving the report for this year’s news in the Orudo League!” A bar graph, showing the number of trainers in the past few years appeared. Naturally, it appeared that the bars were getting progressively shorter. It had the words, “More Trouble, Less Trainers” below it. “We’re kicking off the new Training Season with some concerns as the number of participants have dwindled in the past few years. The league has looked into this and have found this could be due to multiple factors. One of which is the reported cases of younger trainers that have been found injured or dead across the region. As a result, parents of current and potential trainers younger than their teens have decided to cut their journies short all together.
After the graph faded, a new image appeared. This one was a photo of two grunts, fighting. One wore a leather jacket and had a pocket knife, the other wore a sleeveless shirt and a snowcap that looked llike a skull while using brass knuckles. “Another cause is from the rise in crime rates from fights between infamous gangs, Teams Slick and Skull. Police have tried to keep these fights under control, only to be met with gunfire and pokemon attacks. Various departments are considering changing protocol when handling these situations. And now the weather! Bill?”
The camera cuts to a man in a brown suit with glasses that stood in front of a map of the region. Swirling clouds and lines indicating the changing weather and temperatures moved across the boundary lines and cities. “Thanks Joe! Well we’re in for a rough winter, folks! As you can see on the map, cold winds from the North are moving across the North and Midwestern states of Orudo. We’re looking at temperatures in the 20’s and 10’s, so be sure to bundle up before you go outside to catch your first pokemon, trainers! For the weather forecast, we’re going to be in for a big chill for the rest of the week, but we’re looking at pretty sunny skies for most of it. We might be in for a flurry in the weekends, but that could change into a blizzard with a large storm system passing through. We’ll have more info as the week progresses. June, you’re up!”
The camera cuts again to June, who continues with the next story. “Thanks, Bill! Well, the votes are in and we’ve finally confirmed who the next gym leaders will be! It has taken a lot longer this year, due to demands of recounts and ties, but now we have the list. We now have Dr. Vergiften in Mercury City, Rook in Aura City, Mama Samedi in Carbonne City, Webster in Calx City, Lok and Keel in Aurum City, Clarabelle in Silicon Town, Grizzly in Calium Town, and a mysterious man by the alias “Spirit of the Plains” in the Ozaawaabik Reservation.” With each name listed, a map appeared beside her with points that appeared with each of the participating locations appearing on it. Many were scattered across the western and northern states while a few dotted the midwest and south. “As every year, all able-bodied trainers that wish to participate in the League Tournament must face all eight and recieve their badges. All others that suffer disabilities or are unable to travel must take an exam in designated areas across the region. People who fall under this category are advised to check with their local schools or town halls to take it.”
The camera cut to zoom out as Joe said, “Yes, it was quite a mess to try to get the list in time, but at least everyone has until the start of Summer to get those badges!”
“Yep, so they have plenty of time to prepare! But they shouldn’t waste too much time, because every day counts!”
“In other news, to combat the decline in trainers, our very own pokemon professor, Sequoia, has opened the doors to his lab and is accepting applications for interns to help with his research. The benefits he is offering include free training licenses, supplies and rations for the long trip across the region, and full scholarships for anyone pursuing education after the end of the season! We have the professor on video call to talk with us about it. Professor?”
The screen split in half and a middle-aged man appeared. He had tanned skin, long black hair that was tied back,brown eyes, and a wrinkled face with a gentle grin. He wore a white lab coat and a blue denim shirt. Holding his hand up, he said, “Hau, everyone!”
“Hau to you too, Professor! So, is it true? Are you really giving out licenses to the public?”
“Well, you could say that...” the professor said, shrugging, “...but I’m really looking for up to five individuals who are interested in taking an internship. I don’t have enough licenses or supplies to just give to everyone, but I am willing to give them to anyone who applies.”
June leaned in with curiosity in her expression. “What about this research you’re doing this for? Is there any signigicance of this to any hypothesis you’re working on?”
“Well, yes. As you know, I specialize in the field of pokemon archaeology and I am doing a study on human to pokemon interaction in the past and future. My hope is to work with interns that will allow me to study how they raise their pokemon and possibly see if there are any methods we picked up from our anscestors.”
“Are there any qualifications that you’re looking for in your interns?” Joe asked; “Or are there no requirements?”
“There really isn’t any special qualities to become an intern. All they have to do is a trial I have set up. I won’t give all the details here. I’ll have to be asked in person to let the applicants know the rest.”
Joe, who was looking over to the side of the studio and said, “ What’s that? Oh! Well, we’re running out of time here. So, we’ll have to let you go, Professor. Thank you for your time!”
Sequoia said, “No problem! Toksa akhe!”, before he was gone again.
“The same to you!”
June looked at the audience and said, “Potential trainers wishing to apply should visit the Wasahgee Caverns Visitor Center in Reef Bluff in order to be considered. Now we move on to sports...”
A few days have passed since then. The sun rises to start a new day over the town of Reef Bluff. It wasn’t a very big community with only a thousand individuals at the most, but that was enough to have its riverside landscape dotted with suburbs and roadways. Overlooking the sprawling neighborhood was a large limestone bluff that was capped with bare trees and brown grass that was naturally seen in the winter’s cold.
Each of you have arrived in the square, where the all the roads seemed to lead. It was a quiet little spot with various bars, cafes, and shops that surrounded a large courthouse in the center. The central building seemed archaic in design and seemed to resemble ancient buildings from Kalos or Sinnoh. Above its columns was a clocktower that struck “7” as the townsfolk went about their daily business in the streets below. A gaggle of Swanna, forming the shape of a “V” in the clear sky, could be seen descending in the direction of the winding river.
Despite its beauty, the weather was cold, with wind chills of around 15 degrees farenheit. As you breath, the sun’s light reflects off the steamy clouds that emerge from your mouths. Everyone, who was outside was covered from head to toe in heavy clothing, scarves, earmuffs, and hats to hold back the bite of the temperatures. Some pokemon, including Pidove and Purrloin could be seen, huddling in the least windy areas with the most sunshine, just to stay warm.
