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Well, turned out that everyone could learn about things from books or the internet. Who knew?
The strange old man looked at the owner of the fish shop. "Hey Bo, ya got any of those tourist maps for this area? The ones you give to people looking for spots to fish. Can I borrow one? And a pen?"
"Uh, yeah sure. I've got some in the back. Give me a minute" After a bit of rummaging around in some back cabinets, Bo came back with a map in one of those traveling pamphlets one would find in a shop like this, designed to look old and faded even though the edges were as sharp as a knife and a pen. He spread it along the counter for all to see. For something that was free to tourists, it was actually quite a decent map of the known fishing spots from all over the region. Keyword, known fishing spots, but there would have been another time for an actual deep dive because Bary had commandeered the map and marked the location of where he saw the crack in the sky.
"It was there, by Vastille on Route 5. Ya can keep the map since you were so curious." Bary rolled up the map and handed it off to Steph.
Bo, unsure of what else to say, said, "Well, good luck to you kids. Can I get you anything else before you go?"
If not, now what?
@samreaper
Ramos hardily laughed with approval and said, "That's the spirit! Now, I hope yer ready because just like these plants, my Pokemon and I are made of sturdy stuff! Now, may you do the honors Louis?"
Louis grumbled some words to himself, nothing that anyone else would be able to hear, but one would correctly assume that they were the complaints. "Alright fine," he said and pulled out two different handkerchiefs from his pocket that would serve to indicate which side was which. Don't ask why he had two, he just did. "This is a three vs three battle between Tristan and Ramos. The first one to run out of Pokemon or to surrender loses! Now, begin!"
Tristan would watch as Ramos grabbed a Pokeball from his tool belt and threw it into the air. "Yer up, Skiddo!" A beam of white light erupted from the ball and materialized in this rather adorable goat like Pokemon with a pelt of leaves and brown and white fur. It bleated out with excitement as it stood ready for battle.
#672 Skiddo, the Mount Pokemon. As long as it has sunlight and water, Skiddo can make energy with the leaves on its body, allowing it to live on rocky mountains barren of food. Until recently, people living in the mountains would ride on the back of these Pokémon to traverse the mountain paths.
There was something else though; the Skiddo's leafy pelt was glowing green. Tristan's Pokedex popped up with another message.
Flower power! The garden's terrain has activated Skiddo's Grassy Pelt. Its defense stat has increased by 50%.
What does Tristan do?
@Sanguine Rose
Leaf and whimsical winds clashed, and the leaves broke through and smashed against the Tinkatink, which caused it to skid back. Luckily, Rowlet's physical attack stat was much higher than a Tinkatink's special attack stat so each collision would end in Tillia's favor though the damage done wasn't significant. However, the Tinkatink was a quick Pokemon and used its speed to run up the wall and then leapt straight towards Rowlet in the air to attempt to bring its club down on the leafy owl, except that had not happened.
"Tink!" The Tinkatink that Faye convinced to stand down leapt up and smacked its friend down with its club to help Tilia.
Meanwhile, the Tinkatink kept flailing about like a deranged Makigarp, swinging its club about with reckless abandon. Luckily, Growl indeed lowered the fairy-type's attack stat because when Sage went to tackle it he got smacked in the face with a metal club though if Sage tried again the Eevee would not only hit the Tinkatink, but it was a critical hit. The Tinkatink was sent tumbling back out the door of the farm.
What does Faye do?
@CitrusArms
"Gas!" The Gastly looked at her with the most offended of expressions. Just because it was a ghost or had the properties of a ghost did not mean it knew every undead being around. Not all ghosts knew each other! How rude! How uncouth! Gastly had never heard such abhorrent stereotypes in all of its time being alive(?). Except the purple gassy ball then nodded that it actually did know indeed where the cold and most likely very skeletal remains were buried.
"Gastly!" It bobbled in the air as if to tell her to follow it and since she asked, it was safe to assume that she would follow it through the graveyard. It would have been an uneventful stroll; an eerie silence hung in the night air, which very understandable. After all, the dead were not great conversationalists.
There was something strange off in the distance, a pair flickering lights moved around followed by shifty movement of two shadowy figures. They weren't particularly good at being sneaky though because Stella could here not very hushed whispers of two men. Like, seriously for a pair that tried to be stealthy they were absolutely awful at keeping their indoor voices. It was a wonder how the grave keeper did not hear it from their shack.
"Hey, we got the right grave?" One of them asked with a weaselly, nasally sort of voice.
The other responded like a gruff lug, "Yeah, dis duh right one. Duh dead biddy was buried with a while bunch'a jewelry. By the end of the night, we'll be rich men."
Luckily, they had not heard Stella's footsteps.
What does Stella do?
@Zarkun
The only thing that Helga could do was look at Jason with complete bewilderment before it molded into her own outrage. Her body almost seemed to physically swell in anger. "You really think it's about that? I'm trying to tell you to stop and think before you get yourself killed! About making a difference? Of all the... Why are you so much like hi-?!" She had cut herself off when she realized what she was about to say. Helga was no longer really looking at Jason. She was looking in his general direction, but she wasn't there. All that there was on her face wasn't shock per se, but what she was about to evidently caught her off guard and it shook her.
When she finally came back to reality she shakily said, "I'm going to wait outside." The titan of a woman walked out of the room; her steps echoed in the silence before they faded off into the background.
Celebi sighed with a look of understanding. "Forgive her, Jason. Grief undoes us all," it said vaguely though it was not its story to tell. "We have more pressing matters. Jason, hold out your hand."
Once Jason did what he was told, Celebi floated down and used both of its hands to grab his. Green light radiated from its tiny palms and wrapped and twisted around his wrist until the light scattered into dust to reveal a bracelet made of intertwining branches though they were smooth and cold to the touch like metal. A green diamond with an ethereal shine was held in place between the branches. Jason could feel a power pulsating from the gem as if it was syncing with own heartbeat.
The forest deity removed its hands from Jason and hovered back. "That will allow me to contact you throughout the region and help guide you when I can. However, it has another ability; it will allow you to borrow a little of my power to look into the past so to speak though it only has enough of a charge for twice a day. Be sure to use it wisely," said Celebi.
"Your first order is to become stronger, so continue your journey as you were. When you are ready, I will call upon your aid. Now, I'm sure you have many questions, but I cannot stay for much longer. I feel something is pulling me back. If you have anything to ask, ask now."
You only have time for one question. What do you ask?
Also, hopefully Jason remembered the original reason why he was there. It would be pretty awkward otherwise.
Well, turned out that everyone could learn about things from books or the internet. Who knew?
The strange old man looked at the owner of the fish shop. "Hey Bo, ya got any of those tourist maps for this area? The ones you give to people looking for spots to fish. Can I borrow one? And a pen?"
"Uh, yeah sure. I've got some in the back. Give me a minute" After a bit of rummaging around in some back cabinets, Bo came back with a map in one of those traveling pamphlets one would find in a shop like this, designed to look old and faded even though the edges were as sharp as a knife and a pen. He spread it along the counter for all to see. For something that was free to tourists, it was actually quite a decent map of the known fishing spots from all over the region. Keyword, known fishing spots, but there would have been another time for an actual deep dive because Bary had commandeered the map and marked the location of where he saw the crack in the sky.
"It was there, by Vastille on Route 5. Ya can keep the map since you were so curious." Bary rolled up the map and handed it off to Steph.
Steph received a fishing map!
Bo, unsure of what else to say, said, "Well, good luck to you kids. Can I get you anything else before you go?"
Old Rod: 500P
Good Rod: 5000P
Super Rod: 7500P
Bait: 250
Good Bait: 750
Superb Bait: 1000
Good Rod: 5000P
Super Rod: 7500P
Bait: 250
Good Bait: 750
Superb Bait: 1000
If not, now what?
@samreaper
Ramos hardily laughed with approval and said, "That's the spirit! Now, I hope yer ready because just like these plants, my Pokemon and I are made of sturdy stuff! Now, may you do the honors Louis?"
Louis grumbled some words to himself, nothing that anyone else would be able to hear, but one would correctly assume that they were the complaints. "Alright fine," he said and pulled out two different handkerchiefs from his pocket that would serve to indicate which side was which. Don't ask why he had two, he just did. "This is a three vs three battle between Tristan and Ramos. The first one to run out of Pokemon or to surrender loses! Now, begin!"
Tristan would watch as Ramos grabbed a Pokeball from his tool belt and threw it into the air. "Yer up, Skiddo!" A beam of white light erupted from the ball and materialized in this rather adorable goat like Pokemon with a pelt of leaves and brown and white fur. It bleated out with excitement as it stood ready for battle.
#672 Skiddo, the Mount Pokemon. As long as it has sunlight and water, Skiddo can make energy with the leaves on its body, allowing it to live on rocky mountains barren of food. Until recently, people living in the mountains would ride on the back of these Pokémon to traverse the mountain paths.
There was something else though; the Skiddo's leafy pelt was glowing green. Tristan's Pokedex popped up with another message.
Flower power! The garden's terrain has activated Skiddo's Grassy Pelt. Its defense stat has increased by 50%.
What does Tristan do?
@Sanguine Rose
Leaf and whimsical winds clashed, and the leaves broke through and smashed against the Tinkatink, which caused it to skid back. Luckily, Rowlet's physical attack stat was much higher than a Tinkatink's special attack stat so each collision would end in Tillia's favor though the damage done wasn't significant. However, the Tinkatink was a quick Pokemon and used its speed to run up the wall and then leapt straight towards Rowlet in the air to attempt to bring its club down on the leafy owl, except that had not happened.
"Tink!" The Tinkatink that Faye convinced to stand down leapt up and smacked its friend down with its club to help Tilia.
Meanwhile, the Tinkatink kept flailing about like a deranged Makigarp, swinging its club about with reckless abandon. Luckily, Growl indeed lowered the fairy-type's attack stat because when Sage went to tackle it he got smacked in the face with a metal club though if Sage tried again the Eevee would not only hit the Tinkatink, but it was a critical hit. The Tinkatink was sent tumbling back out the door of the farm.
What does Faye do?
@CitrusArms
"Gas!" The Gastly looked at her with the most offended of expressions. Just because it was a ghost or had the properties of a ghost did not mean it knew every undead being around. Not all ghosts knew each other! How rude! How uncouth! Gastly had never heard such abhorrent stereotypes in all of its time being alive(?). Except the purple gassy ball then nodded that it actually did know indeed where the cold and most likely very skeletal remains were buried.
"Gastly!" It bobbled in the air as if to tell her to follow it and since she asked, it was safe to assume that she would follow it through the graveyard. It would have been an uneventful stroll; an eerie silence hung in the night air, which very understandable. After all, the dead were not great conversationalists.
There was something strange off in the distance, a pair flickering lights moved around followed by shifty movement of two shadowy figures. They weren't particularly good at being sneaky though because Stella could here not very hushed whispers of two men. Like, seriously for a pair that tried to be stealthy they were absolutely awful at keeping their indoor voices. It was a wonder how the grave keeper did not hear it from their shack.
"Hey, we got the right grave?" One of them asked with a weaselly, nasally sort of voice.
The other responded like a gruff lug, "Yeah, dis duh right one. Duh dead biddy was buried with a while bunch'a jewelry. By the end of the night, we'll be rich men."
Luckily, they had not heard Stella's footsteps.
What does Stella do?
@Zarkun
The only thing that Helga could do was look at Jason with complete bewilderment before it molded into her own outrage. Her body almost seemed to physically swell in anger. "You really think it's about that? I'm trying to tell you to stop and think before you get yourself killed! About making a difference? Of all the... Why are you so much like hi-?!" She had cut herself off when she realized what she was about to say. Helga was no longer really looking at Jason. She was looking in his general direction, but she wasn't there. All that there was on her face wasn't shock per se, but what she was about to evidently caught her off guard and it shook her.
When she finally came back to reality she shakily said, "I'm going to wait outside." The titan of a woman walked out of the room; her steps echoed in the silence before they faded off into the background.
Celebi sighed with a look of understanding. "Forgive her, Jason. Grief undoes us all," it said vaguely though it was not its story to tell. "We have more pressing matters. Jason, hold out your hand."
Once Jason did what he was told, Celebi floated down and used both of its hands to grab his. Green light radiated from its tiny palms and wrapped and twisted around his wrist until the light scattered into dust to reveal a bracelet made of intertwining branches though they were smooth and cold to the touch like metal. A green diamond with an ethereal shine was held in place between the branches. Jason could feel a power pulsating from the gem as if it was syncing with own heartbeat.
Jason received the Shard of Time!
Jason received Time Flute Piece!
Jason received Time Flute Piece!
The forest deity removed its hands from Jason and hovered back. "That will allow me to contact you throughout the region and help guide you when I can. However, it has another ability; it will allow you to borrow a little of my power to look into the past so to speak though it only has enough of a charge for twice a day. Be sure to use it wisely," said Celebi.
"Your first order is to become stronger, so continue your journey as you were. When you are ready, I will call upon your aid. Now, I'm sure you have many questions, but I cannot stay for much longer. I feel something is pulling me back. If you have anything to ask, ask now."
You only have time for one question. What do you ask?
Also, hopefully Jason remembered the original reason why he was there. It would be pretty awkward otherwise.
