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Hector was... astonished. Every now and then there would come a scout that would beg for the most dangerous pokemon available. Sometimes they'd pick based entirely on cuteness. It was common for them to show up with a barrage of questions regarding all of their possible companions. What do they eat? How do they evolve? Which one can set things on fire? These young men and women, on the other hand, had settled on their first choice. No questions or conflict. Professor Charcoal hobbled out of the room in disappointment.
The trio of pokemon were just as casual as their trainers. The scraggy had a vacant expression on its face, the shroomish stared at its owner in silence, and the scyther? It was a little livelier than the others, yet Hector couldn't really tell what it was thinking. He withdrew a heavy black rectangle from his bag and held it with an unnecessarily careful grip.
The grip was unnecessary because it was an infamous Unovan electronic journal, a virtually indestructible device that could withstand anything and everything man, nature and even god himself threw at it. In his travels around Kasparc Hector had seen the device used as a frisbee, a blunt weapon, a frying pan, a skateboard, a cutting board, a game board, a regular board and a device to torrent shitty anime, among several other equally questionable uses. He slid the journal's switch to ON with a loud clack to begin demonstrating its proper functions.
"This is an electronic journal that will help you out during your adventures. Its main purpose is to show you a map that will update as you explore around the country. It also comes with a pokedex, although whether you consider that useful nowadays is up to you. There's regular scientific entries, but entries written by scouts like you can show up occasionally." He approached the scraggy and raised the tablet after selecting a few options through a touchscreen, eager to ease the scout´s doubts and show off the technology. It made a loud beeping noise, like something out of an old video game. The whirring noises coming from the journal intensified, drowned out by a low quality electronic voice. "Scraggy, the shedding pokemon. It stretches its saggy skin up to its neck to protect itself. The saggier their skin, the more respect they garner."
Hector closed the pokedex application with a few taps. "Well, that's the gist of it. You shouldn´t install any weird modifications, or things might happen." Hector was supposed to ask the scouts over who wanted to carry the journal throughout their travels. He glanced at the trio in front of him, remembered what each had written on the verification paper, and quietly handed it to the blond.
"You six are now free to roam. And before you ask, graduation happens after collecting five signatures from territory leaders." On the folding table were three piles of supplies. Typical camping supplies, with a couple of outliers whose uses would probably be covered somewhere in the journal. Two pokeballs sat in each pile, gray little unova contraptions that healed their contents over time.
♫ Slop Radio - Title Screen
To the west: Eyescraper, an urban mecca full of every crime imaginable. Anything and everything available for the right price. To the east: New Pork, the headquarters for an organization trying to turn the doomed fate of a country around. The trip would be longer, but the signature from there would no doubt be easier. And of course, Slopadelphia had its very own government in need of help if they wished to stay. All of these strange places located on Kasparc, a land where the opposing ideologies of filth and purity wage war against one another. What will you do now, adventurer?
