Pikmin Eye

Pokémon: Start

Read it, of course I will post to this.

Every action deserves an equal reaction. Even if it's asking a simple question or escalating higher.

Pokémon: Start

Martin Price

The game of War with Dawkin and Donna was a bit rocky at first. Still, they managed to get a few games in. Then the lab door finally opened up to show a scientist who obviously forgot that she was supposed to be here. This was some way to make a first impression, not like anyone can be perfect every day. She apologized and introduced the strange man. Turns out creepy guy was one of the Elite Four. Martin ended up giving a small tsk sound. Guess it doesn't matter what kind of person you are, so long as you have power. It was almost like her saying Elite Four was supposed to be a magic wash on what was previously a creepy adult eyeing young trainers to be. Now he was a bit different, he was Creepy Elite Four guy. Even his name was a laugh to hear, Jacques. Still Martin had to suck it up, respect people for what they are.

It was a shame to have to put an end to an impromptu game of War, but he was here for the same reason as everyone else. Getting a new Pokemon. So, after thanking Dawkin and Donna for playing a few games, he packed up the stack of cards back in his backpack. He wasn't the first there, but Professor Kalmia said that everyone already had their Pokemon picked out in advance. Finished packing up, he flung his bag back on his shoulder and proceeded into the building. All manner of tech was in the area. It was a wonder to look at and it distracted Martin for a bit.

When he got up to Kalmia, she asked about his trip. "My trip was about four days of hiking through the area. At least I have a good idea of some of the paths. Still, would love a proper bed eventually. Finally getting here, I already feel this was worth the trip." He took the Pokeball and looked at the Pokedex. He got a Nincada, pretty awesome. This was a Pokemon known for changing types a lot through evolution. He called out his Pokemon before even looking at the prompt for a nickname. Seeing was a lot better than reading anyways.With a flash of red light, a small bug was called out. Nincada looked around, irritated by the light. It didn't look that bad, but the thing could probably use some help. Martin took his beanie off, and put it on the Pokemon. Nincada looked a bit happier, revealing Martin's hair was messy and not cared for in a bit. He crouched down low to look Nincada in the eyes as he spoke cheerfully. "Hey there little guy, you and me are gonna be a team now. Hope we get along well."

Martin looked at Nincada, does he need a name? Well, would Martin like running around being called Human? Probably not, but he didn't have a good name already picked out in advance. He didn't know what Pokemon he was going to get until now. His Pokedex was still asking for confirmation, so he shrugged and declined the nickname for now. If Nincada was going to have a name, it would be better to have one that made sense, rather than a name on the spot that might be regretted later. Martin took a look at the Pokedex entry.

Pokédex Entry #290 – Nincada, the Trainee Pokémon. It is usually found underground, using its antennae to sense its surroundings. It gains nourishment by tapping into the roots of trees with its claws as it await evolution. Nincadas are nearly blind, and avoid sunlight due to inability to withstand it.

That was a bit unnerving, but bugs don't always follow normal rules. Still, Nincada was one of the most out there so far. The other Pokemon in sight was a Riolu and a Ralts. Martin was jumpy with excitement. Still, it would be rude to run off this early. Perhaps he could try a fight with one of the people here before he started his travels on the routes again. He stepped to the side with the other trainers who had their Pokemon and waited for everyone to get theirs.

Kill the Heroes! (Sorry, we're full for now)

Now these morons really did it. One giant hole in the wall from an abomination was one thing. two giant holes in the walls in a clash of the titans was going too far. Add the fact that things were on fire, not Bob's fault. This was looking to be the perfect time, for a tactical retreat from all of this. No gem was shiny enough to make him stay here to be entombed by the very inn itself. Bob took the smartest action possible, ditch all of these poor excuse for teammates and save himself first. Making such a solid choice quickly, he easily got out of the inn. Still, that body could have good loot. It was a good thing, the orc was already grabbing it. No reason to be tempted, the body was still loot able later on.

Standing outside, the smoke of his gadgets mixing with the inn's smoke and fire. He turned around, no sign of the spider or ogre. If they died, just more loot and gems for him. No need to try and save anyone still. No one really looked very important or useful. Still, that spider could be a good fake friend. The gears in his head were already turning, he wasn't going to be sticking around unless he could convince someone he was fine. The spider seemed alright, and it even had a lumbering moron at his beck and call. Probably more work than tricking an ogre, but he was a meat shield more than anything. So, Bob just waited outside the building, seeing if anyone made it out as well. The orc came back out after retrieving Stride's body and head. Was that head drooling? Spit is conductive, he was already coming up with a plan for that if it was loot able.

"Well, that's just perfect. I meet this so called group and you all managed to destroy an entire inn. Yes, I'm sure if that was say, an actual enemy or structure, we might be good at this. Also, I call dibs on the loot if anyone dies in there." Bob gave a smirk, not like the dead can object to it anyways. He wondered who would be bright enough to escape this disaster.

Kill the Heroes! (Sorry, we're full for now)

Here's Bobs plan:

1)Loot the body
2)Turn the head into a liquid spewer. Then electrify the head, causing everything to be zapped.
3)Figure out how to weaponize the body... Explosives?
4)???
5)Maximum profit achieved.

Pokémon: Start

Bulk sounds like the popular choice. It allows us to move quickly while still giving us what we need to respond to.

Pokémon: Start

Martin Price

"Well, Donna. It is nice to meet you as well. We were just passing the time with a card game or two. You can suggest a game if you want. I know most card games rules. You might even win a couple rounds." Martin's luck bad today, 2s, 5s, and a rare 10 of diamonds. "Good game Dawkin, are you fine with changing games to include Donna here?" He looked back at Donna again, "I mean, if you still wanted to join. No pressure, just trying to include others if they want to." She looked nervous, and pushing the game on her would be just as bad as telling her no. So the best he could come up with was leaving an open invite.

Still, looks like that creepy guy was being talked to. He couldn't hear much from where he was, but there wasn't a reason good enough in his eyes for just staring at everyone here like a zoo exhibit. Martin shook his head, no need to get that upset over this. The creepy guy wasn't starting a fight, or directly doing anything wrong, just continuing to stare. Other people were in conversations, speeches talking over each other, so no use figuring out who was saying what. Still, Martin had the same thought everyone else had, where was this doctor? If he was the only one here, he might have guess it was the wrong day, or even wrong location. No way this many people all talking about Pokemon could also have the wrong info. He was getting a bit jumpy, was this just a hoax? A joke set up by people around here to laugh at the dumb trainers for trying this. No, another wild accusation dancing in his mind.

Guess it's just last second doubts before it all happened. Those nagging thoughts of what ifs and other distractions. No, he was here for a reason, just like everyone else. He realized he lost concentration and was trying to use a joker as his card for the game of War. Martin was pretty sure he took those out, so he is really not thinking straight. "Ha ha, how did that get in there? Guess you win this round as well. I got to take the deck and make sure I remove those joker cards. You can join if you still want, Donna." He smiled at her, then went through the deck to find the jokers. Now would be a good time to join in or refuse.

Kill the Heroes! (Sorry, we're full for now)

This was quite the development. The spider abomination actually was making the most sense. When he approached Bob so closely, he probably could feel the electricity in the air. Well, that's what Bob considered it, fear. Now to make it better, he had front row seats to seeing which was tougher, the orc or the spider abomination. Still, the threat that he was next was where he drew the line on not getting involved. With a large burst of smoke, he knew now was the time to fight or flee. There was an orc, they don't like fire much. So he had the right weapon for the job, literal firepower. The spider could probably be fooled that Bob was friendly for now.

His actions were stopped momentarily when the spider unleashed an ear splitting scream. Then in reply, an even larger abomination burst through the side wall that once separated the stables and this inn. Words were not enough to describe this thing. It was huge and it looked dumber than the ogre. Still, it was aimed at the orc and the deal was being sweetened. Shiny gems were offered as a reward for killing the orc. Bob didn't know either of these two but he would gladly kill an orc for gems. Now was as good any opportunity to jump in.

Bob moved quickly, cramming anything on the table that looked burnable into his flamethrower. This orc already started a fight, who would complain if there was one less drunk in the room? Smoke billowed out the sides of his weapon, who needs accuracy when everything is a potential enemy? Bob set it to shooting fireballs and aimed in the general direction of Grok. The furnace roared to life as a a fire ball of assorted trash launched towards Grok. "Gems for killing an orc? Remember to pay me that reward after I'm done burning his mistakes into his flesh." Bob was already cackling with glee. He didn't think he would have an excuse to test if he repaired this thing so soon. Less people on this quest just meant the loot wasn't going to be split as wide. This was a win win situation, and Bob was gonna come out on top.

Kill the Heroes! (Sorry, we're full for now)

Is this how it's going to go down? Three characters dead in a drunken bar brawl started by the orc? I'm game if you are. Let's blow it all up! This is going as well as expected from all these people meeting each other. Only one death so far, even by... Questionable reasons, no less. It's just a question of why anyone would think the best place to be with an angry orc is in front of him. I mean, I can work with this, but it's starting to look like Stride really should have axed better questions. At least the body will probably explode with Bob when he finds an axe went through him. If this goes as predicted, the ogre will be the sole survivor and Yasha will not have to pay any of us.

Pokémon: Start

Martin Price

Martin set up the cards and was playing a game when a voice snapped him out of his concentration in finding where the 8 of hearts could go. He looked back up, there was a kid with red hair and green eyes looking at him. "A game of war? Sounds like fun. Nice to meet you Dawkin. If you didn't hear earlier, my name is Martin. You aren't intruding, Solitaire is meant to be played when you have time to kill, it can be quit at any time. Are you excited to be getting a Pokemon as well?" He picked back up his card layout, not like he was gonna win at this anyways. He reshuffled the deck and dealt the cards out, a pack of cards always was a pretty good icebreaker.

He dealt out the first hand when a girl with red hair and a pink hoodie crashed into something and was apologizing. Martin looked up from his game and smiled at the new girl. "No need to say sorry, accidents happen. Care to join us for a card game? It's better than standing around, and a lot more fun. My name is Martin, what's yours? He was still playing his game of war while he spoke, a 1 of diamonds... Oh well, maybe he'll win the next round. War is not always straightforward, even the best plans can lose to random luck.

Pokémon: Start

Martin Price

Alright then, it seems that greeting people was not the right way to start a conversation. Then again, would he just drop everything to say hi to a stranger? At least the headband boy responded, it wasn't much. but it's the thought that counts. Martin shifted the bag on to his other shoulder, guess he should pick a person by them self and just say hi. he looked around this odd group of people. black trench girl had her hood off and was talking to the girl in red. headband was with blue, and shady was with braids. looked like everyone already found someone to talk to. Martin didn't mind being left out right now. It was just greetings at the moment, and simply stating a name wasn't good enough.

He turned his gaze to look for someone not busy already, and he found an odd ball. Off in the distance, a man wearing a top hat, with a matching suit ready for a formal party. he was just staring at everyone here, man that is creepy. part of him wanted to confront this guy, but he wasn't doing anything wrong. Martin gave a sigh, you can't force people to like others. So he just found an empty seat and sat down to wait. He ended up mumbling some words out loud to himself. "Some way to start a journey..."

He put his bag on the ground to pull out a small pack of playing cards. He lined up the cards and played a game of Solitaire while he waited. It was boring, but at least it was better than idly standing around. He was never good at this game, and still yet to finish it. Still, maybe today was the day he would win. Besides, maybe he scared them off by being so direct.