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You’ve just returned home after wasting yet another afternoon killing time, prolonging your time outside of home as much as you can. It was an uncomfortable hot and damp summer night. The old CRT tv was the only light source in the room. From the busted speakers the excited voice of a commentator greets you.

“If you are just tuning in, we are returning to Aztlan’s yearly Challenger Cup semifinals! Tonight, we’ve got the rising superstar Maximilliam Blackstone and his Machamp facing off against an old favorite, General Orizaba and his trusty Garchomp”

“And here it is folks! It’s their signature strategy. Garchomp is rushing in for a quick finish. And… Oh damn! He gets countered with a Bullet Punch to the throat! Max’s mons are as brutal as always…”


The only other sound in the room is your father loud snoring. He’s passed out on the couch again, which is always preferable to find him conscious, irritable, and violent. Empty bottles of liquor litter the already sticky floor. By his side is his trusty Zangoose who glares daggers at you the moment he notices your presence, as if it was threatening you before returning its eyes to the battle displayed on the screen.

Your stomach growls, you haven’t had a bite all day. You open up the fridge trying to find anything edible. There are only weeks-old takeout leftovers that your father was keeping to himself, warning you to “stay away from em, unless you want to start some shit” doesn’t matter anymore, they’ve spoiled by now, it’s rotten odor is enough to diminish your appetite.

Just another Friday in your lovely home.
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>>5749198
In this quest you’ll play as an unfortunate young man living in an interpretation of the Pokémon world.

Your name, well, it doesn’t matter much. For all intents and purposes of this quest, you shall be referred simply as [ANON]. You turned 16 a couple of weeks ago, which means you are finally old enough to take the yearly test and get your Pokémon Trainer License.

>This is your chance, and you are not going to miss it, nothing and no one is going to stand in your way. You’ll make it out of this place, you’ll become someone. (Intense. You’ve got plenty of willpower, stubborn to a fault. Explosive temperament, just like your dear old dad)
>This probably won’t change much. Tons of kids try to make it as professional Trainers, but only a very few succeed. Still, you can make use of this. This opens a lot of doors for you is just a matter of playing your cards right. Better keep your head down in the meantime. (Logical, analytical. You are pretty clever for a kid your age. Still, you tend to overthink and lean into pessimism and doubt)
>This is a good thing. Things have been… rough lately, but this could be the chance to turn everything around. You could start making some cash, take some more responsibilities, and help support your family. You know it would be good for your little sister, maybe even for your father. (Optimistic, empathic, cares for others. Naïve, innocent.)
>Who cares? Things will probably stay the same. Might as well try to get something out of it. Maybe have some fun. (Numb, you aren’t fazed easily. You are used to taking the punches life throws at you. You don’t enjoy things easily. You have some hedonistic tendencies)
>Other/Write-in
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>>5749200
>This is your chance, and you are not going to miss it, nothing and no one is going to stand in your way. You’ll make it out of this place, you’ll become someone. (Intense. You’ve got plenty of willpower, stubborn to a fault. Explosive temperament, just like your dear old dad)
I already like this.
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>>5749200
>>Who cares? Things will probably stay the same. Might as well try to get something out of it. Maybe have some fun. (Numb, you aren’t fazed easily. You are used to taking the punches life throws at you. You don’t enjoy things easily. You have some hedonistic tendencies)
Abused child slowly finds happiness after escaping dysfunctional family to live in secret base with his Pokémans.
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>>5749200
>Who cares? Things will probably stay the same. Might as well try to get something out of it. Maybe have some fun. (Numb, you aren’t fazed easily. You are used to taking the punches life throws at you. You don’t enjoy things easily. You have some hedonistic tendencies)
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>>5749200
Holy shit medi you are alive?!
>Who cares? Things will probably stay the same. Might as well try to get something out of it. Maybe have some fun. (Numb, you aren’t fazed easily. You are used to taking the punches life throws at you. You don’t enjoy things easily. You have some hedonistic tendencies)
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>>5749200
>>Who cares? Things will probably stay the same. Might as well try to get something out of it. Maybe have some fun. (Numb, you aren’t fazed easily. You are used to taking the punches life throws at you. You don’t enjoy things easily. You have some hedonistic tendencies)
less do eet
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>>5749202
>>5749204
>>5749209
>>5749213
>>5749224

>NUMB.
>Easier DC for certain rolls.

This is just, your day-to-day. You’ve come to accept that a while ago. It’s not pessimism, it’s just the hand that life dealt you isn’t the best, it’s pretty shit, to be honest. But it’s not like you can do something about it it, no point in dwelling in self-pity. After all, you get used to it after a while, no matter how bad, scary, or painful things are, after you’ve gone through them a couple of times, they become more manageable.

Tomorrow is the day of the test, but honestly, you couldn’t give less of a damn. If all it took to improve one’s life was getting a Trainer’s License, they wouldn’t be handing them to kids still in high school. It’s arguably easier to get one than a driver’s license. Still, it’s an excuse to get out of the house for a whole day, so you may as well do it. Who knows, could be fun or at least definitely better than staying here while your father is around.

On the corner of your eye, you spy your little sister hiding in the hall. Wearing the same dirty pajamas she always uses, the only ones she’s got. They are not really pajamas, it’s an oversized t-shirt with a political logo on it. They were giving them away during elections a couple of years back. That’s what she usually wears, hand-me-downs and freebies. It looks particularly big on her, even for her age she’s too skinny, too small. Too frail.

She meets your eyes, skittish and nervous as always. She asks with the usual silent gesture “Is it safe to come out now?” You nod in response. The girl hurries to the living room as quietly as possible and starts to pick up after her unconscious father.

You head back to your room to get some rest. Before hitting the bed you check under your bed to see if you still have your “secret stash”, one of the few valuable things in your possession.

PICK ONE
>Cold, hard, cash. $2,500 Consider a standard Pokéball is around $200.
>A cell phone, a bit old but functional. Got internet connection.
>Collapsible bicycle.
>An Ultraball. Not usable unless you’ve got a Trainer License, or you find someone to mess with its programming.
> A berry pot, with a couple of Oran Berries.
>Other/Write in
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>>5749247
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kXYiU_JCYtU
>Collapsible bicycle.
these cost a million bucks
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>>5749213
Yeah, I'm still kicking around somehow.
Sorry for disappearing like that. I can't say I'm fully back as QM but I had this idea in my head and I wanted to run it. Still, I'm glad to see someone remember me
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>>5749247
>Collapsible bicycle.
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>>5749247
>Collapsible bicycle.
S P E E D
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>>5749247
>Cold, hard, cash. $2,500 Consider a standard Pokéball is around $200.
If we're gonna get away from this 'family' we'll need some cash for Pokeballs and supplies.
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>>5749251
man don't sweat it, really. Just knowing you are around is a relief, the same can't be said of some of us...
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>>5749250
>>5749252
>>5749253
>>5749260

>BIKE OBTAINED

You let out a sigh of relief after seeing your trusty collapsible bike still in place. You really need to find a better hiding place if you want to prevent your old man from pawning it off to finance his “habits”. It was a gift from way back then. When things were… different to say the least. You’ve grown a bit too large for it, but you manage to ride it without a problem. At least you could save some money on bus fare if you had any money at all that is.

With your mind free of nuisances, you manage to ignore the usual feeling of hunger and fall asleep.

It’s 7 am. You take a quick shower and hurry up to get dressed. Not because you are excited, you just want to get out of this place as soon as possible. You hope to find your father still deep in his stupor but for your chagrin he’s up early, staring blankly at the empty fridge with a tired and groggy expression.

He’s wearing his now classic dirty Alolan shirt and stained shorts, haven’t washed those in a while. The man’s balding and quite overweight even though his fists still pack a heavy punch. What disconcerts you the most is his face because you can see yours in it. You’ve got the same nose, same eyes, same furrow. Whenever you look at yourself in the mirror you can’t help but picture him.

You make your way to the door, hoping to be ignored, but that just won’t happen.
“Where are you going so early?” He asks in a dry raspy tone.

> “Today is the test, to get the Trainer License” nothing more, nothing less.
> “None of your business.” Screw this old man.
> “Good morning, sir. I’m just going to take the Trainer License test, I won’t be long” Be respectful, don’t want to get on his bad side so early.
>Don’t say anything, just exit the door as quickly as you can.
>Other/ Write in.
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Alright, I'm going to go for the night. I'll be back tomorrow around 10 a.m. GMT-6

Thanks for dropping by anons. If you have any questions regarding the quest I´ll probably answer them tomorrow as long as they aren´t too spoilery or meta-gaming in nature.

See ya.
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>>5749273
>> “None of your business.” Screw this old man.
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>>5749273
>“None of your business.” Screw this old man.
Fuck you, Dad. Slam the door on the way out too.
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>>5749273
> “None of your business.” Screw this old man.
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>>5749281
>>5749283
>>5749285

> “None of your business.”

You glare at the old man and plainly state that it’s none of his business.
“What did you just say? You little shit. Talk to me with some respect dammit!”
He starts to berate and insult you, his complaints quickly turning into shouting. Good, that means you are safe. If screaming is enough to get his anger out, you don´t have to worry about him getting physical. When he gets quiet, that´s when you must brace yourself.

You instinctively tune out, ignoring his words altogether, and slam the door on your way out. Still hearing his voice as background noise. You look back one more time and see your younger sister looking at you from a window, her face filled with worry.

Your actions didn´t come from a fit of explosive anger, just the daily discomfort and resentment piling up until it spilled a little onto the surface.

This will probably turn into a problem once you come back home, in the meantime, you feel quite satisfied with yourself. You don´t waste any more time and prop your bike up and start pedaling. Let´s see what today has in store for you.

Your destination is the local Pokémon Capture and Defense Corps branch. A medium-sized military base at the edge of town. There are three routes you could take to get there.

> Shortest one has some rowdy feral Pokémon with a tendency to try and bite off the tires of any vehicle passing by.
>There’s the road you usually take, lately it has become the hotspot for some newly formed local gangs. Some of the members are eager to get into trouble.
>Longest road, by far the safest. Still, you’ll have to pedal quite a bit to get there and dodge some traffic on the way. Will probably end up exhausted.
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>>5749511
>> Shortest one has some rowdy feral Pokémon with a tendency to try and bite off the tires of any vehicle passing by.
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>>5749511
> Shortest one has some rowdy feral Pokémon with a tendency to try and bite off the tires of any vehicle passing by.
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>>5749511
> Shortest one has some rowdy feral Pokémon with a tendency to try and bite off the tires of any vehicle passing by.
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>>5749521
>>5749543
>>5749599

Deciding on the shortest, ableist most dangerous route you mentally prep yourself to pedal at full speed for the upcoming persecution. You are feeling quite daring today, better ride the feeling while you can. As you make your way down the street you start to hear various anxious growls and howls coming from one of the various small and dilapidated houses that fill the neighborhood. An abnormally stocky Granbull. half a dozen Snubull and a couple of Houndour snarl and growl at you from behind a metal fence.

The owners of the place decided to become Pokémon breeders a while ago to make some bucks. Not legitimate breeders mind you, they mostly breed certain types of canine type mons, mostly Snubull, giving them bigger and more muscular upper bodies and shorter limbs so they become more intimidating once they evolve to Granbull, these kinds of mons are particularly popular with certain groups of people, mostly thug-like wannabes.

The nightly howling product of the unending inbreeding wasn´t much of an issue, but things became a problem once they started to get too full of defective and undesirable mons. These unprofitable Pokémon were thrown to the street and now wander around looking for something to eat and sometimes attacking passersby.

One of these rejected Pokémon has singled you out as its prey. A particularly violent Houndour that chases you without fail anytime you try to take this road. Your bike has a couple of scorch marks on its paint after being subjected to its Ember.

And there it was, at the end of the street. The Houndour was waiting patiently as if it knew that you would be taking this road in the morning.

Roll 1d100
>DC: 60 to escape unscathed.
Best of three.
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Rolled 51 (1d100)

>>5749605
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Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>5749605
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Rolled 35 (1d100)

>>5749605
Nice to see you back Medi!
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>>5749608
>>5749646
>>5749630
>92
>SUCCESS

You start to pedal as fast as you can, building up speed as you approach the fiery canine malefactor. The muscles in your legs start to heat up as you push yourself further. As you draw closer to the end of the street the Houndour breaks into a sprint, aiming at you while barking fiercely.

It draws near as you maneuver your bike through the pothole-filled street trying to avoid any bump on the road that may slow you down. You move in a zigzag-like pattern to both avoid landing on a hole a getting a face full of hot pavement and confusing the canine. As you are about to meet you start turning to the right side of the street, mere meters from meeting the vicious mon, he leaps trying to intercept you with its maw open, but at the last minute you manage to make a sharp turn to the left, avoiding the canine who once again must build speed to try and catch up to you.

You don’t let up, pedaling until your legs start to hurt to not lose any speed. The fiery attacker manages to barely catch up to you but it’s getting exhausted. He tries to bite one of the tires but misses its mark. The Houndour slows down and starts to heavily pant, tired from the whole ordeal. It’s no longer a threat but it's still close enough to you.

Kick the Houndour in the snout to teach him a lesson?
>Yes
>No
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>>5749671
>Yes
fuck'im
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>>5749671
>No
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>>5749671
>Yes
Hurt people hurt people.
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>>5749671
>Yes
Bad doggy.
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>>5749677
>>5749680
>>5749707
>>5749739

As the Houndour sprints turns into a tired walk you slow down as well to get a clear shot of its head. The Houndour is too busy catching its breath to look at you so it couldn’t notice you raising your left leg before delivering a good, satisfying kick to its snout. The impact coupled with the exhaustion sent the canine tumbling down onto the floor where it kept panting for a couple of seconds before weakly lifting itself up and walking away, not once did it turn to look at you. You hope this was enough to inform the mon to not mess with you anymore.

You could try to rationalize the violence. The Houndour started it, he attacked first, and it has done so multiple times, It’s a Pokémon, and they are durable. But you know the truth, you didn´t really need a specific reason, at that moment you only wanted to hurt it.

[1/2]
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>>5749671
> Yes
Assert Dominance Hierarchy.
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>>5749741
The rest of the ride goes without a hitch and after a while, you finally make it to the Capture and Defense branch. It’s a large, open area with various buildings scattered around, for living, training facilities, storage, etc. At the center of it, there’s the largest one, their base of operations. Surrounding it there are various large groups of youths your age standing by their number is in the hundreds if not thousands. They seem to be separated according to their school districts. Various armed men in uniform and their Pokémon direct and order the youths, trying to keep them organized. Most of the people here are complete strangers, but you can see some familiar faces amidst the crowd, some schoolmates.

How are you viewed by your peers?
>Loner: Nobody really messes with you, That being said, almost nobody interacts with you at all, and you don’t have much interest in reaching out to others. Your student life is a peaceful albeit uneventful one. You’ve heard your classmates say you give a threatening and off-putting vibe, and some view you as “the most school-shooter-looking motherfucker of your class.”

>Class Clown: School is one of the few places you can relax, so you let loose. You are used to doing what you find fun and interesting without giving it a second thought, be it a prank, snarky comments, or some stupid dare. Sometimes people laugh with you, sometimes they laugh AT you, doesn’t really matter, you really don’t care about how people think of you. While some people don’t get your sense of humor, and some outright hate it, you are generally well-liked.

>Nerd: School’s a joke. You’d had to be braindead to have problems with it. You just need to show up, do what’s assigned to you, and move on with your day. You have no interest in standing out, is just high school, it doesn’t matter. Still, people may come to you looking for help or outright try to take advantage of you.

>Ghost: You rarely go to class, usually bailing midway through the day or not showing up at all. You prefer to use your time at your leisure. You might not graduate if you keep it up but you can always get your GED at night school or something.

>Just another seat: You aren’t really anything special, you can confidently say most of your classmates and teacher can’t even remember your face. You got a couple of peers you hang around with but you don’t particularly care about them.
>Other/ Write in.

[2/2]
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>>5749746
> Loner
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>>5749746
>>Loner: Nobody really messes with you, That being said, almost nobody interacts with you at all, and you don’t have much interest in reaching out to others. Your student life is a peaceful albeit uneventful one. You’ve heard your classmates say you give a threatening and off-putting vibe, and some view you as “the most school-shooter-looking motherfucker of your class.”
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>>5749746
>Loner
Numb, hedonistic, violent, loner. We're building a real goddamn winner anons
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>>5749746
>Just another seat: You aren’t really anything special, you can confidently say most of your classmates and teacher can’t even remember your face. You got a couple of peers you hang around with but you don’t particularly care about them.
This one feels worse than loner.
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>>5749746
>>Loner: Nobody really messes with you, That being said, almost nobody interacts with you at all, and you don’t have much interest in reaching out to others. Your student life is a peaceful albeit uneventful one. You’ve heard your classmates say you give a threatening and off-putting vibe, and some view you as “the most school-shooter-looking motherfucker of your class.”
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>>5749755
>>5749763
>>5749768
>>5749792
>>5749934

>Loner. You’ve got no friends, little to no acquaintances and you don’t really mind.

As you make your way to the crowd, some faces seem to recognize you, but none approach. The only thing you get are looks, most are plain apathy, but you can distinguish some, looks of fear, of pity, of scorn. Some folks have formed an opinion of you derived from your asocial behavior and you care too little to correct any idea they´ve formed.

A man and their heavily armored Camerupt direct you to your place in line and instruct you to wait until the doors to the building are open. Atop the entrance in faded golden letters reads “Aztlan Capture and Defense Corps: Silverpoint Branch.” You can't help but feel that this whole thing is an unnecessary hassle. Still, it´s better than a couple of decades ago, you had to go through a full year of service with the Capture and Defense Corps before, they gave anyone a license, it's a good thing that stuff stopped after the last "Suppression" war.

From what you’ve heard, the exam itself is divided into three parts, a written test covering the basics about Pokémon handling and training. A “catching” test and a battling phase. You aren’t sure what the details entail since you didn’t give any of this much thought.

With the excitement of your earlier altercation with the Houndour long gone, the wait becomes increasingly tiring, as you weather the scorching summer sun and your empty stomach. Trying to put your mind at ease you look around for distractions. Where do your eyes and ears wander too?

>A group of diligent-looking kids, doing some probably unnecessary last-minute cramming, one of them seemed fearful of you.
>A pair of the Capture and Defense soldiers are talking in a hurried but hushed tone. They seem a tad angry. Maybe if you get nearer you might be able to make sense of what they are saying.
>A pair of loud thuggish-looking boys, they seem to be annoying others around them with their inane discussions. Judging by their attires they might be in one of the new gangs that have been popping up or are trying to join it.
>The kids from the private sector, those rich motherfuckers don’t know how good they have it.
>There’s this girl, you recognize her from your class. You’ve never talked to her but you can’t seem to be able to stop looking at her.
>There’s a guy nearby that just won’t shut up. You just want to get lost in your thoughts but the guy won’t stop babbling about berries or some shit.
>Other/ write in.
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>>5749936
> A pair of the Capture and Defense soldiers are talking in a hurried but hushed tone. They seem a tad angry. Maybe if you get nearer you might be able to make sense of what they are saying.
Interesting.
Is there a conspiracy afoot?
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>>5749936
>>A pair of the Capture and Defense soldiers are talking in a hurried but hushed tone. They seem a tad angry. Maybe if you get nearer you might be able to make sense of what they are saying.
gimme plot. and seems there's no blackstone rentacops this time around
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>>5749936
>There’s this girl, you recognize her from your class. You’ve never talked to her but you can’t seem to be able to stop looking at her.
I'm choosing the power option but Soldier attention is good too
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>>5749937
>>5749938
>>5749948

You slip through the crowd until you are within earshot of their conversation. One of em is pretty young, just a couple of years older than you, he seems to be fuming at whatever they are talking about, while the older man just seems tired and slightly bothered.

[YOUNGER SOLDIER]: …They aren’t done yet? That squad was supposed to finish the job by now while we were babysitting these brats.

[OLDER SOLDIER]: There’s been some complications, some of the mons managed to flee the scene, and everyone’s got their hand full looking for the attackers. So, we’ll probably have to join the search after this is done.

[YOUNGER SOLDIER]: That’s some bull.

[OLDER SOLDIER]: It’s our job.

[YOUNGER SOLDIER]: Our job is to protect the order in this region, not clean up after some private corporation screw-ups.

[OLDER SOLDIER]: Same difference.

[YOUNGER SOLDIER]: They won’t even let us post a public bounty for the hunters, They want this solved nice and quietly, just sweep it under the rug before anyone notices…Whatever. How many mons are we talking about?

[OLDER SOLDIER]: About a dozen or so. Most of em are young, just hatched. But there's a couple of real nasty ones leading them. Not sure what those White Veil lab folks did to the little bastards, but they juiced em up real good. They made their way to Silver Passage.

[YOUNGER SOLDIER]: Why didn’t they just call those Blackstone grunts? This kind of job is right up their alley.

[OLDER SOLDIER]: Last thing I’ve heard, they got all their hands on deck preparing for a raid of sorts. They are going to shut down some illegal operation.

[YOUNGER SOLDIER]: What kind? Unsanctioned battling ring? Another “Nuzzle” lab?

[OLDER SOLDIER]: No idea, that’s all I’ve heard.

>Learned about the C&D corps search for some dangerous Pokémon.
>Leaned about a raid that’s going to happen later today,

[YOUNGER SOLDIER]: Hey! You! Back to your place or you are out of here!

After a stern warning, you return to your original position. While you are still curious you don’t want to get kicked out before you even get a shot at the exam. It doesn’t take too long before the doors finally open. You and the rest of the trainers-to-be are led through the ample structure and into large halls that have been repurposed as something similar to classrooms. There, your seat awaits you.

[1/2]
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>>5750007Once everyone sat down the C&D corps played a very patriotic short film, encouraging the youths to sign up for service once they get their license, showcasing the various areas that are recruiting: Rangers, border security, fighting abroad, public security, etc. They promise a decent salary, accommodations, partial funding for higher education, and other benefits. Even in the commercial showcasing them in the most favorable light, it doesn’t seem like the most glamorous of lifestyles, but at the very least they seem to get their three meals a day. Goddamn it you are starving.

What’s your take on the idea of signing up to aid your country?

>Definitely not for you. You are lukewarm on the issue and have no interest in joining in.
>You’ve got no respect for authority. Screw those pigs.
>You’ll do anything as long as it pays. No matter who, you’ll gladly be at the service of the highest bidder.
>It actually seems like a sweet gig. You are seriously considering joining.
>Other/write-in

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>>5750009
>You’ve got no respect for authority. Screw those pigs.
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>>5750009
>You’ll do anything as long as it pays. No matter who, you’ll gladly be at the service of the highest bidder.
Life sucks, so why not spend it taking it?
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>>5750009
>>You’ve got no respect for authority. Screw those pigs.
fuck off recrooters
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That's it for me today. I'll be back tomorrow around 10 am MST timezone. Thanks for sticking by. Voting will remain open until tomorrow morning.

Also, a question!

>What does anon do during his free time? Any prominent interests and hobbies?
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>>5749646
Thanks, anon, glad to be here
>>5749262
I can imagine. Is really easy to just disappear off the face of the earth on an anonymous Chinese pictograph website. Still, I hope that those that are still around are doing better.
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>>5750009
>You’ll do anything as long as it pays. No matter who, you’ll gladly be at the service of the highest bidder.
As long as we get away from home and it pays.
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>>5750023
>What does anon do during his free time? Any prominent interests and hobbies?
what else https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hEn5oO0bCYA
>>5750026
it can get worse, you hear about AxisQM?
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>>5750023
As >>5750034 said, of course anon is a cyclist. Since he's poor and hates being at home I could also see jogging or "urban exploration" as options. That said, he doesn't seem like the sort to get too invested into any hobbies...
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>>You’ve got no respect for authority. Screw those pigs.
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>>5750009
>>You’ve got no respect for authority. Screw those pigs.

>What does anon do during his free time? Any prominent interests and hobbies?

Feel like this kid is really bad at playing guitar. Self-taught, probably found an acoustic with broken strings in the trash, rustled up some suitable replacements and learned a few chords.
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>You’ll do anything as long as it pays. No matter who, you’ll gladly be at the service of the highest bidder.

>What does anon do during his free time? Any prominent interests and hobbies?
Urban exploration and drawing, for some reason those call out to me when i think of our boy.
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>>5750080
> You’ll do anything as long as it pays. No matter who, you’ll gladly be at the service of the highest bidder.
> Hobby: Urban Exploration
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>>5750009
>You’ll do anything as long as it pays. No matter who, you’ll gladly be at the service of the highest bidder.
>>5750023
>urban exploration
I like how this is turning out to be, it’s a nice twist on the rose tinted idea of classic pokemon.
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>>5750009
>You’ll do anything as long as it pays. No matter who, you’ll gladly be at the service of the highest bidder.

Money ain't everything but it helps. The service can provide a decent nest egg with little prior experiences provided you don't squander it.

Interesting take take on implementing military/politics on the Pokemon universe. idk how the IP has been used much since 3rd gen but it's not a direction I've seen much

>>5750023
I make art stuff outside the day job
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>>5750011
>>5750021
>>5750057
>>5750069
>No respect for authority.

>>5750015
>>5750029
>>5750080
>>5750126
>>5750144
>>5750164
>Cash is king

You’d maybe consider joining the C&D corps if their pay was good enough, but you know that there are many other ways to make cash besides joining the military, you want to keep your options open and look for the most lucrative option, no matter what that entails. There are very few things you aren’t willing to do, for the right price that is. Even though at this moment you’d kill for a damn sandwich, or anything edible really, this pit on your stomach is getting worse.


Once the piece of propaganda is over a tired-looking man with heavy bags under his eyes, gets on the podium located at the front of the impromptu classroom. He seems to be higher ranked than most of the other soldiers judging by his more ornamental uniform. He clears his throat, gives the room a disinterred glance, and starts to recite a speech in an authoritative, yet monotone manner.

“Welcome to the annual Trainer License exam. As you may know, this event was designed so we can keep better control over our region’s Pokémon Trainer as well as keep track of their growth and improvement.”

“Our main mission is to assure the quality and prowess of Aztlan’s Trainers and to start instilling a sense of responsibility from the start of your careers. Being able to carry Pokeballs and command these creatures shouldn’t be taken lightly. Their capabilities for damage and chaos are as great as their potential for improving our society and protecting our territory. These creatures can be the most devastating weapons, but a powerful weapon is only useful in the right hands.”

“As licensed Trainers, you are also required to defend the integrity of the region if the need ever arises. So please, give your best efforts to these tests, and to your careers as Trainers. Good luck.”

Once he’s finished the man gets out of the room and the rest of the soldiers start to hand out the written test. Supposedly, these aren’t too complicated. Giving it a quick glance, you notice that most questions can be easily answered with some basic reading comprehension and common sense. “How many Pokeballs containing Pokémon are you legally allowed to carry on your person?”, “When does a battle between trainers is officially considered over?”, “What actions are considered Pokémon abuse in this region?” Some questions regarding type matchups…

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>>5750433
There are a couple of more complicated questions scattered around. “In what situations it is legally acceptable to use a Pokémon for self-defense?”, “What species are illegal to import or export out of the region?” “What effects does Stun Spore have on the human body”, “The legal status of Rare Candies” etc.

Also, some of these questions seem subjective. “Have you ever used or considered using a Pokémon to attack another human?”, “In what case is necessary to euthanize a Pokémon in your possession?”.

You didn't study jack, but you believe getting a passing grade should be achievable. A good chunk of the questions are multiple-choice, so you might as well try your luck. Supposedly, trainers that excel in particular parts of this exam, that is the written, capturing, or battling parts sometimes get handouts from the government and it's a good way to catch the attention of sponsors looking for new talent. Not like you care for any of that.

Let's try answering before time runs out.

Roll me 1d100. Best of three.
>DC: 50


[2/2]
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Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>5750434
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Rolled 36 (1d100)

>>5750434
We're no Percy but let's see if we're not a little learned.
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Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>5750434
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>>5750438
>>5750441
>>5750451
>Failure
>Writing.

Don't worry, this isn't the end of your career as a Pokémon Trainer, but it will take a certain direction.
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>>5750438
>>5750441
>>5750451
>~10% chance of failure
Kek, the dice understand the assignment
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>>5750438
>>5750441
>>5750451
>>5750453

This should be doable. You are sure you know most of your basics, right? You’ve been to class. You aren’t the best student, but still, you aren’t dumb, you are no idiot. Right?
You go through the exam answering the easier questions first and letting the more complicated ones last. There were more complicated questions than you initially thought, and you found yourself doubting some of your answers on what you considered the easier portion of the test. You glance around you, to see what the others are answering but you have no luck. The seats are arranged in a way that makes it really hard to see how others are filling out their answers. Some soldiers pace around the hall calling out any suspicious activity, one of the kids gets caught with a cheat sheet and is promptly escorted out of the facility. You can’t even go to the bathroom without being closely followed by a soldier.

The hour you have to finish the exam passes by agonizingly slowly. Somehow you manage to answer everything, but you aren’t sure of your answers.
You are currently in one of the courtyards with the other trainers. They let you all out while they prepare the results of the test. It doesn’t take them too long until they come out with various lists containing the names of the applicants and scores. Seems like they are quite efficient at this.

Everyone crowds around them, looking for their name. There are three lists, the largest got the names of everyone who passed the exam. You know you aren’t in the top so you start to search for your name in the middle, it isn’t there. Then you go to the lower passing scores, it’s not there either. You double-check the whole list but there’s no [ANON] to be found. This is a little frustrating.

Just a tad bit ashamed, you go to check the other two, considerably smaller lists. There’s one for the people scheduled to retake the exam next year, those with the lowest scores or who were caught cheating. Your name’s not there either. You finally find yourself in the last one. “Requires further inspection”, the paper reads “Trainers in this list who desire to continue with the rest of the Trainer License Test, must present themselves in room 200 B once the activities pertaining to the exam end for the day.”

What the hell does that mean? You guess whoever graded your exam found something off. The most concerning part is that there are very few names on the list.
What do you think it was?

>In retrospect, you may have been a bit little too honest on the more subjective and personal questions. (You have trouble hiding your questionable state of mind and more “concerning” thoughts) (Penalty in some social-based dice rolls.)
>Maybe it's time to admit you aren’t the most academically inclined. You just don't like studying, at all. Your apathy doesn’t let you care about this stuff, and it’s starting to show. (You are ignorant) (Penalty in some knowledge-based dice rolls)
>Other/ Write-in
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>>5750481
>In retrospect, you may have been a bit little too honest on the more subjective and personal questions
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>>5750481
>In retrospect, you may have been a bit little too honest on the more subjective and personal questions. (You have trouble hiding your questionable state of mind and more “concerning” thoughts) (Penalty in some social-based dice rolls.)

>Numb
>Hedonistic
>Violent
>Loner
>Sociopath
Are we becoming a school shooter?
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>>5750486
>becoming
lol
lmao even
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>>5750481
>In retrospect, you may have been a bit little too honest on the more subjective and personal questions. (You have trouble hiding your questionable state of mind and more “concerning” thoughts) (Penalty in some social-based dice rolls.)
Based trainer autists coming through
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>>5750481
>In retrospect, you may have been a bit little too honest on the more subjective and personal questions. (You have trouble hiding your questionable state of mind and more “concerning” thoughts) (Penalty in some social-based dice rolls.)

>>5750486
>"I caught Arceus. Don't come to school tomorrow."
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>>5750481
>In retrospect, you may have been a bit little too honest on the more subjective and personal questions. (You have trouble hiding your questionable state of mind and more “concerning” thoughts) (Penalty in some social-based dice rolls.)
Kek
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>>5750481
>In retrospect, you may have been a bit little too honest on the more subjective and personal questions. (You have trouble hiding your questionable state of mind and more “concerning” thoughts) (Penalty in some social-based dice rolls.)
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>>5750481
> In retrospect, you may have been a bit little too honest on the more subjective and personal questions. (You have trouble hiding your questionable state of mind and more “concerning” thoughts) (Penalty in some social-based dice rolls.)
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>>5750486
>>5750492
>>5750560
>>5750578
>>5750664
>>5750692


Maybe your answers to some of the more personal and subjective questions were a little bit too honest. Since you rarely interact with others, you’d never had the need to hide your thoughts and opinions, but you recall that at the rare times you’ve spoken your mind in front of others, they tend to distance themselves from you.

Your lack of social interaction has made you a bit too open about what goes in your head.

Whatever, you’ll check what this “Further examination” is about later, you hope it isn’t much of a hassle.

After a while, the same tired military man comes out, accompanied by an entourage of soldiers and armed Pokémon. Congratulating those who managed to pass the first part of the test and start to explain what the remainder consists of.

You are tasked with bringing a Pokémon back to the base, no matter what type or where you got it. The conditions for passing are two: First, the Pokémon must be able to behave in public and be obedient enough to participate in battle. The second one, which caused some doubts and complaints among the rookie trainer, was that the Pokémon CANNOT be brought on a Pokeball. They must come here on their own terms.

A newly implemented politic that’s just being tested as part of the exam to “Improve bonds between Trainers and Pokémon”. Previously caught Pokémon who were released recently aren’t good either, The regional Pokémon Storage System keeps a record of all released Pokémon in the last 6 months, and they’ll use it to verify you didn’t get an already trained mon.

You have a week, next Saturday you must return to the military complex with a mon willing to follow your orders.

Some of the loudest complainers were kids who already had Pokémon ready for them. A couple started to verbally threaten the uniformed man for the perceived slight but they all quieted down after his Blastoise fired some ultra-pressured water shots into the air as a warning making most of them flinch. You don’t. After that, you were all dismissed.

>This is some bullshit, you were planning to find someone who’d sell or rent a trained mon for cheap and save yourself the hassle.
> “Improve bonds between Trainers and Pokémon?” What a joke. These incompetent government cronies make us get our own starter Pokémon and now they won’t even let us use Pokeballs? Why can't they just do it like they do overseas and hand us a starter and our license already?
>Good, this evens the playing field. Screw those privileged pricks who already got mommy and daddy to buy them a starter mon from a breeder.
>Why would you care? It’s not like you had anything prepared. Catching them in a ball or dragging them here, doesn’t change anything.
>Other/ Write-in
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>>5750693
> (Other/ Write-in) This is fine actually. In fact, you already have a prospective candidate in mind: A certain fire-spitting canine that won't leave you the fuck alone. Persuading it that serving as your mon is preferable to starving out on the street shouldn't be too hard, getting it to behave during inspection on the other hand...
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>>5750693
>>5750705
I'll back this one. My first thought was that Houndour as well. Two losers who begrudgingly work together against the world!
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>>5750693
>Good, this evens the playing field. Screw those privileged pricks who already got mommy and daddy to buy them a starter mon from a breeder.
And thirding >>5750705
Fuck the world, it’s us and our ratty dog.
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>>5750705
Support. We've already established our dominance too.
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>>5750693
>>Why would you care? It’s not like you had anything prepared. Catching them in a ball or dragging them here, doesn’t change anything.
>>5750705
no, are you stupid
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>>5750693
>Good, this evens the playing field. Screw those privileged pricks who already got mommy and daddy to buy them a starter mon from a breeder.

>>5750705
No, we kicked that Hound in the face.
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>>5750693
>Why would you care? It’s not like you had anything prepared. Catching them in a ball or dragging them here, doesn’t change anything.
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>>5750693
Imma stop lurking and throw my lot in with Doggo. >>5750705
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>>5750693
>>5750705
+1
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>>5750693
>Why would you care? It’s not like you had anything prepared. Catching them in a ball or dragging them here, doesn’t change anything.

I like the doggie as much as the next guy but I'd like to keep our options open
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>>5750742
>>5750746
>Let's get that Houndour we kicked on the schnoz earlier.

>>5750730
>>5750735
>>5750739
>>5750761
>Let's not do that.

You didn’t expect something like this, but it actually works perfectly for you.
In fact, you already have a prospective candidate in mind: A certain fire-spitting canine that won't leave you the fuck alone. Persuading it that serving as your mon is preferable to starve out on the street shouldn't be too hard, getting it to behave during inspection on the other hand...

You’ll come up with something later. And in case it doesn’t work out you’ll keep your options open and be on the lookout for any other possible mons to capture.

>Anon is now seriously considering taming the Houndour.

While everyone else is leaving the complex you make your way to room 200 B. The military base is pretty big, but you got a good sense of direction after spending a good chunk of your free time partaking in urban exploring.

Seems like you arrived earlier than most. The only one already here is some guy leaning on the wall, he{'s wearing a cap, fingerless gloves, and a backpack. Kid looks foreign, from an eastern region most probably. By his side is a stout-looking Bulbasaur observing his surroundings. The little grass type notices your arrival and notifies his trainer with his retractable vines and a soft growl. The trainer quickly responds to his companion and turns his gaze at you. He wordlessly examines you for a second, he gives you a silent nod, and goes back to his original position. He´s got one of those belts trainers use to keep their Pokeballs ready at hand but it seems empty.

After a couple of minutes, more people started to arrive. There’s a serious-looking girl who makes no attempt to hide her expression of disgust, judging by her attire and complexion she looks similar to the natives of the southern jungles of the Aztlan republic. You’ve seen them before but you’ve never interacted with one. She doesn’t acknowledge either of you and seems to mutter something under her breath in a dialect you don’t recognize. The most you know about the southern natives comes from the records of the constant civil wars between the southern and northern parts of the region.

[1/2]
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>>5750784
Lastly, two youths approach the group. By their weird, coordinated clothes and thuggish appearance. They look like either low-level grunts of some small-time gang or kids trying to enter said gang. They speak loudly and walk like they own the place. One of them is in a wheelchair rolling along his companion a lanky man with one too many fake-looking gold chains and jewelry who walks with the worst posture imaginable to man.

[Wheelchair Thug]: What the fuck Bro? You said you had the answers to the test! And you telling me you were just guessing? I wrote all the shit you told me to, dawg!

[Hunchback Thug]: I already told you, man, those were last year’s, there were a bunch of new ones. Like 10 or sumthin.

[Wheelchair Thug]: Bro, what about the other 40?

[Hunchback Thug]: Dawg, you expect me to memorialize 40 stupid-ass questions a night before? You trippin.

[Wheelchair Thug]: You dumb motherfucker, that’s why I told ya to let me get a read on that shit.

[Hunchback Thug]: If ya wanted to read so badly you should have chipped in with some cash, that shit wasn’t free.

[Wheelchair Thug]: Sorry man, I’m saving to get my first Pokeball all rizzed up. Get some custom paint job on those mofos, engrave them, and shit. It’s gonna read “Killer” on golden letters.

[Hunchback Thug]: Damn, that’s sounds mad tight, for real, for real.


A foreign mute. A native who seems to speak another language. A wheelchair-bound and a complete dumbass duo trying to act like thugs.

Is this… Is this some sort of special ed class?

>This is a reality check, you can’t be as bad as these guys. You really need to get your act together.
>You just met them and you already hate everyone here. You hope you don’t have to interact with anyone.
>Nah, fuck this. Let’s just leave.
>This doesn’t matter, you are used to dealing with worse. You can just ignore them.
>Let’s not judge. You are sort of a loser as well.
>Other/ write-in

Or maybe, talk to someone?
>The mute kid with the fingerless gloves and the Bulbasaur.
>The scowling native girl.
>The thug duo.
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>>5750787
>This doesn’t matter, you are used to dealing with worse. You can just ignore them.
>The mute kid with the fingerless gloves and the Bulbasaur.
Ah yes, talking to a mute
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>>5750787
>>You just met them and you already hate everyone here. You hope you don’t have to interact with anyone.
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>>5750787
>This doesn’t matter, you are used to dealing with worse. You can just ignore them.
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also just so you know guys
>Previously caught Pokémon who were released recently aren’t good either, The regional Pokémon Storage System keeps a record of all released Pokémon in the last 6 months, and they’ll use it to verify you didn’t get an already trained mon.
>The owners of the place decided to become Pokémon breeders a while ago to make some bucks
>things became a problem once they started to get too full of defective and undesirable mons
>One of these rejected Pokémon has singled you out as its prey
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>>5750800
If it's illegal breeding, it might be unregistered to not leave a record. Also could be a wild bred offspring of a reject.
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>>5750793
+1
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>>5750810
> If it's illegal breeding
Yeah. That is probably what it is.
Anon selectively omitted pieces of context from his quotes.
> The owners of the place decided to become Pokémon breeders a while ago to make some bucks... Not legitimate breeders mind you, they mostly breed certain types of canine type mons.
> The nightly howling product of the unending inbreeding wasn´t much of an issue, but ... things became a problem once they started to get too full of defective and undesirable mons ... These unprofitable Pokémon were thrown to the street and now wander around looking for something to eat and sometimes attacking passersby.
The 'nightly howling' part suggests that these would-be breeders aren't shelling out for pokeballs - which makes sense if they are batch breeding pokemon for specific traits.
Additionally, even if they were using pokeballs, I seriously doubt they would store their illegally bred pokemon using the regional Pokemon Storage System, especially if its public knowledge that it is monitored to this degree.
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>>5750787
>This doesn’t matter, you are used to dealing with worse. You can just ignore them.
We’re numb, this shouldn’t really affect us
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>>5750787
>The mute kid with the fingerless gloves and the Bulbasaur.
This guy has a tame bulbasaur with him and he's a larping foreigner. The language barrier might obscure our poor social skills. If we befriend him, we could lead him into the bad neighborhood with the houndour since he doesn'tknow his way around. Then he has to fight the houndour in self defense. Either he weakens the houndour and we can catch it, or he loses so we steal his bulbasaur and let the houndour eat him!
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>>5749198
+1
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Sorry anons. Something came up and I got tied up for the night. But I'll be back around 10 am MDT. See ya.
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>>5750787
>This doesn’t matter, you are used to dealing with worse. You can just ignore them.
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>>5750787
>This is a reality check, you can’t be as bad as these guys. You really need to get your act together.
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>>5750930
All good medi, have a nice day :)
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>>5750787
>The scowling native girl.
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>>5750787
>Let’s not judge. You are sort of a loser as well.
>The thug duo.
Anyone that doesn’t want to ride with bulk and skull is a BITCH
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>>5750787
>This is a reality check, you can’t be as bad as these guys. You really need to get your act together.
As much as I understand some of this is for shits and giggles, let's not act stupid here. We aren't going to tow the line, but it will be more difficult to make smart decisions if we aren't checking ourselves.
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>>5750787
>Let’s not judge. You are sort of a loser as well
>The mute kid with the fingerless gloves and the Bulbasaur.

Also
>his companion a lanky man with one too many fake-looking gold chains and jewelry who walks with the worst posture imaginable to man.
Man, Guzma's origins really are humble
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>>5750789
>>5750792
>>5750793
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>>5750946
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>>5751093
>>5751221
>>5751225

Numbness prevails.

They seem like an annoying bunch but nothing too unbearable. You deal with worse on a daily basis. You just stare at them for a little bit too long, dead-eyed, before letting out a sigh and tuning out of their conversation.

After a couple of minutes, a uniformed man arrives. He looks to be in his mid-forties, has a no-nonsense expression in his face, and by the looks of it, his left arm is a prosthetic one. The wheelchair-bound thug notices this and promptly calls him out “Yo, Handicapped parking coming thru. You feel me?” and offers a fist bump. The man doesn’t seem amused.

He introduces himself as Lt. Marquez and he’s been tasked by his superiors to handle this issue, much to his annoyance, and explains the situation, more or less.

While there’s been a bigger pushback by the regional Pokémon League for more control and regulations over the trainers of the region, there’s still a quota to meet. “There’s still a bunch of people at the high end of the ladder trying to get us to churn out as many Licenses as possible, and you kids, are the compromise they came to. The Remedial Course”

Applicants tethering the line between failures and potential Trainers as well as some “special cases” and “exceptions” who are taken into consideration to receive some “compulsory guidance” before being handed a license to legally carry and command the potentially dangerous beasts.

Starting tomorrow, your group will be expected to attend some lectures concerning the proper handling of Pokémon according to the regional law and safety regulations. It will be you five and another trainer who failed to arrive at the exam.

And while this certainly could interfere with the second part of the test, catching your first Pokémon, the examiners expect you to solve this problem as a group. Cooperation amongst trainers is highly encouraged and could lead your group to finish the “Remedial Course” earlier.

“Just come here, do your part, keep your mouth shut, and only answer what they want to hear. If you can follow those simple instructions we’ll be finished sooner than later.” Says the Lieutenant, barely hiding his irritation with your group.

To avoid complications concerning transport, the C&D corps will send an Abra to your desired location to get you. They really don’t want you bailing out of this thing. They’ll be waiting at 2 pm sharp, every day until the remedial course is finished.

What a pain.


[1/2]
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>>5751249
Finally, you are free to go. It’s still pretty early, just shy past 12 p.m. You and your group of societal dregs make your way out of the facility. It’s mostly silence outside of the lanky thug complaints.

[Hunchback Thug]: Bro, they gonna make us go to class? That's some capital B bullshit, I don’t need an education to know how to kick ass. Pokeyman ass.

[Hunchback Thug]: What you think cutie, am I right or am I right?

He asks the disinterested-looking native girl, she glares at the boy and says something in a tone dripping with so much hostility that you don’t need to translate it to know it’s a threat.

[Hunchback Thug]: Damn, she’s fiery.

[Wheelchair Thug]: Don’t worry bro. That’s life. We just gotta rise and grind like always.

[Wheelchair Thug]: The man wants to keep us down but we won’t let em.

[Hunchback Thug]: Yeah, you know? I’m feeling pumped! Let’s go to that place you were talking about yesterday and get ourselves some members for our crew!

Why can’t they just be silent like the other two? Whatever, you still have the rest of the day to use. You currently have no cash, no items, no mons, no friends, a painful sensation of hunger slowly ripping at your stomach, and no plans. At least you got your bike.

What’s your next move?

>You want to know more of what those two soldiers were talking about earlier. Let’s wander the base looking for rumors.
>You can’t get shit done on an empty stomach. Let’s find something to eat first.
> The two thugs, as obnoxious as they are, seem to have a plan to secure their Pokémon. Follow them.
>You don’t need any of these assholes. There are plenty of spots to find Pokémon in this city, let’s review them and tackle this on our own.
>That silent kid with the Bulbasaur seems to know what he's doing, follow him?
>Let’s head back to where the Houndour was, let’s see if you can convince it to follow you.
>You ended up creepily staring at the native girl a bit too long, you don't interact much with women so this tends to happen.
>Other/ write-in.
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>>5751252
>>You want to know more of what those two soldiers were talking about earlier. Let’s wander the base looking for rumors.
this is how we get our own white veil bio-weapon
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>>5751252
> The two thugs, as obnoxious as they are, seem to have a plan to secure their Pokémon. Follow them.
It’s me. I’m the Guzma now.
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>>5751252
>(Write-in) If you're going to try bagging that incendiary backalley mutt then there's prep to be done. From personal experience you know that Houndour are fire-type pokemon, and are prone to spitting sprays of searing sparks and biting stuff when agitated - so you're probably going to need the following:
> - Something tough and thick to wrap around your arms and legs
> - Some sort of medium-length bludgeoning melee weapon
> - A bunch of small stones as a harassment tool
> - Lots of water, both to drench your clothing as a protective measure and to spray at the Houndour to weaken it
> - Food, to reward the Houndour upon submitting to you
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>>5751252
>You want to know more of what those two soldiers were talking about earlier. Let’s wander the base looking for rumors.
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>>5751252
>You want to know more of what those two soldiers were talking about earlier. Let’s wander the base looking for rumors.
Rumors first, then houndour. With any luck hondour will help us more effectively chase the rumors.
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>>5751269
Slow down Maurice
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>>5751252
>You want to know more of what those two soldiers were talking about earlier. Let’s wander the base looking for rumors.
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>>5751252
>You can’t get shit done on an empty stomach. Let’s find something to eat first.
There's probably a dining hall on base. We might be able to get some extra food for our sister, and the Houndour.
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>>5751252
>>You can’t get shit done on an empty stomach. Let’s find something to eat first.
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>>5751254
>>5751262
>>5751269
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>>5751404
Time for some recon.

Still curious about the raid and the missing Pokémon the C&D are hunting down in secret, you decide to wander around the military base, looking for any leads or info escaping from loose lips. Leaving behind the group of maladjusted teens, that look like they would fit better as the cast of a cheesy anti-drug PSA, you traverse the base.

After a bit of walking about and making a general sense of your surroundings, you notice various things. The base, while sizable in scale, looks to be in a state of general decay. The main building where you took the exam seems like the only place that’s been kept in the best of conditions. Everywhere else, seems to be barely holding up, their equipment also seems pretty old and plain, both their firearms, vehicles, and equipment for Pokémon. It’s also pretty empty, you guess a good chunk of the corps went to the operative currently ongoing, but a lot of the places, in particular the living quarters, seem to have been closed off for some time now, a couple of soldiers notice you but they just tell you to go home already since the test is over for the day but none bother to kick you out, they all seem pretty busy. You guess they aren’t doing so hot lately.

Finally, you find a couple of soldiers amidst a discussion of the current events, but they are too far away to clearly hear what they are saying. Both are coming out from a storage facility carrying crates containing live ammunition a Hitmonchan tags along helping with a crate of his own. They are the pair of soldiers you’ve eavesdropped on earlier. You quickly move out of their line of sight and hide with your back against the wall of one of the storages. You could try going around them and quietly follow them from behind to try and get a clearer sound.

Roll me 1d100 for stealth. Best of three
>Less than 55: Failure
>55+: Minor success
>70: Medium success
>+90: Great success.
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Rolled 96 (1d100)

>>5751406
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Rolled 19 (1d100)

>>5751406
We need an excuse if we get caught. Maybe we're looking for the cafeteria?
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>>5751407
nice, great fucking start
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>>5751406
Crit chasing
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>>5751407
>Super stealthy
Anon just has to play the role of the serial killer, Christ
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>>5751420
I’m aiming for maladjusted villain team leader myself.
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>>5751407
>>5751408
>>5751418

>>5751407
>>5751408
>>5751418
>96
>Great success.

As they approach your position you quickly examine the area. With a light step, you go around the storage area, keeping yourself near the wall and taking advantage of any covers. You take notice of all the noise you make and take the necessary precautions to stop it, regulating your breathing, watching your step, and keeping your head down. You stay calm, collected and before you know it, you are trailing behind them. The pair of military men and their Hitmonchan are none the wiser. You even get a little daring and approach a couple of steps more to clearly listen in their conversation.

All that time you spend moving quietly around the house, taking care to never make much noise in order to avoid waking your father’s ire after interrupting his usual drunken slumbers finally paid off.

>Light feet: You'll get a slight bonus on all other stealth rolls.

The younger soldier is, fortunately, a blabbermouth, and keeps ranting about the operation he’s about to partake to his senior.

Yesterday, near the northern city limits, a lone truck, property of White Veil Labs was attacked by a currently unidentified group of armed individuals. During the altercation, the cargo, that contained various Pokeballs, broke. Releasing a group of heavily aggressive Pokémon.

The armed men tried and failed to capture the creatures, probably a result of underestimating how dangerous they were. The group of feral monsters initially moved as a unit, primarily composed of a couple of Primeape and Vigoroth as well as various Slakoth and Mankey. Leading them, was an unusually active Slaking which easily fended off the attackers with a vicious onslaught, according to the only eyewitness available, the truck’s driver, described how it crushed the head of a Marowak with a single hand and stomped its trainer into an unrecognizable pulp. The band of Pokémon made their way to Silver Passage, a mountainous cavern system just north of here.

Mere minutes after the altercation, the C&D corps were reached out by White Veil labs and tasked with retrieving the Pokémon alive. A response unit was sent but they were just able to contain some of the weaker and mid-level Pokémon, but the Slaking and its cohort managed to get through them and started to march into the city. Reinforcements were sent once the threat it posed to civilians became clear and they managed to drive them off to a nearby abandoned mine, where the Slaking had retreated. They currently are searching for them, but it seems that the Pokémon went deep into mine.

Some of the Slakoth and Mankey made their way to the city, but they don’t seem to be a big priority to White Veil labs, they are mostly interested in the vicious Slaking. Still, a couple of soldiers were tasked with retrieving them.

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>>5751546
The younger soldier kept complaining that this was a job better fit for Blackstone’s private security company and kept goading his partner to spill more details regarding the raid that got them so occupied. After a while, the old man finally gave in to his demands.

The Blackstone grunts are conducting a seemingly large-scale operation on the southern sector of the city. They have been paid to dismantle an illegal Pokémon battling ring. According to what he heard there’s a lot of sketchy stuff going on, unregulated gambling, Pokémon doping, and the use of highly illegal items like Mega Stones. They are currently combing the area while undercover, but it seems like they finally found a lead and are preparing to start the raid tonight.

It's quite strange that both incidents occurred so close to one of the other, Silverpoint is quite dangerous, but this is out of the ordinary. At least that is what you believe.

After a while, the military men go to join with the rest of their team and leave for the operation. Once again, you are all alone.

>This seems way above your head, let’s just review the places where you may find a suitable Pokémon for yourself and forget about this for the time being.
>Let’s follow the military convoy from afar, to the abandoned mines.
>That illegal battling ring sounds interesting. Let’s go to the southern part of the city to try and find any leads.
>Return home before it gets too late. Your father is probably still fuming, don’t want to make him angrier.
>Both things sound way over your level. But some of the Mankey and Slakoth escape into the city, you probably could handle them, and they may be worth something. Let’s go into the city in search of them.
>Other/write-in.
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>>5751547
>Let’s follow the military convoy from afar, to the abandoned mines.
once the rentacops get squished we'll steal their shit
a Mankey sounds great too, always angry just like a troubled teenager with a chip on his shoulder, fighting type is good against early game normal types and has Covet for stealing shit
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>>5751547
>Other/write-in
Look for a mess hall, or some other source of food
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>>5751547
>Both things sound way over your level. But some of the Mankey and Slakoth escape into the city, you probably could handle them, and they may be worth something. Let’s go into the city in search of them.
The genuine raids sound way too dangerous for a teenager without a Pokémon or weapon to his name. This, on the other hand, could be manageable.
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>>5751547
>Let’s follow the military convoy from afar, to the abandoned mines.
>>5751564
>Nah, that's for weird losers.
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Alright, that's my last post of the night. I gotta go run a DnD session. I'll be back with another update, tomorrow 1st of September around 11 am MDT.

Voting remains open until the next update. Sorry for the slow updates and generally slow pace of the quest. Thanks for sticking by anons.

Also a question for the anons. Got a favorite Poké Girl or boys?
>Nah, that's for weird losers.
>You do? Which one?


Myself, am partial to the female Ace Trainer of X/Y, and the female Team Skull Grunt. But some of you probably already knew that.

Have a good one.

#Edited because I wanted to add an image, and reaffirm my heterosexuality#

#Not quest-related.#
>>5750029
I just searched it on Discord, I'll probably search for the thread later. Honestly, it's tragic, whether he went through with it or not. Being in that headspace is a really shitty feeling. I hope he's okay.
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>>5751547
>This seems way above your head, let’s just review the places where you may find a suitable Pokémon for yourself and forget about this for the time being.
and support for >>5751559


>>5751566
I'm a man of simple tastes
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>>5751584
+1
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>>5751547
>>5751559
Seconding. Need to fill our belly and get some scraps for the Houndour.
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>>5751547
>This seems way above your head, let’s just review the places where you may find a suitable Pokémon for yourself and forget about this for the time being.
Priorities:
>Getting the houndour
>Mines, see if we can get some more powerful mon now that we have one of our own
>Pokedrugs (rare candy?)
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>>5751547
>Both things sound way over your level. But some of the Mankey and Slakoth escape into the city, you probably could handle them, and they may be worth something. Let’s go into the city in search of them.
The Houndour obsession is very confusing. First-Girlitis for Pokémon, perhaps?

>>5751566
>Nah, that's not for me
I am a weird loser after all
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>>5751643
Aside from it being a personal favorite of mine, it's a fitting Pokemon for a maladjusted loner.
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>>5751547
>they finally found a lead and are preparing to start the raid tonight
>gambling
>pokemon doping
>illegal battling
If we REALLY wanna lean into the maladjusted villain vibes, we could always just…

>Other/Write-In
>Head down to the ring and try to wrangle a deal with the leaders (or whomever seems the best combination of accessible and profitable): cash, dope, and/or a strong, someone trained starter-tier ‘mon in exchange for a VERY relevant, make-or-break tip-off.
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>>5751657
That's absolutely devilish and I will be changing >>5751643 to

>Head down to the ring and try to wrangle a deal with the leaders (or whomever seems the best combination of accessible and profitable): cash, dope, and/or a strong, someone trained starter-tier ‘mon in exchange for a VERY relevant, make-or-break tip-off.
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>>5751547
>>5751660
Forgot my primary link.
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>>5751660
>>5751657
we haven't found the thing you know
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>>5751662
Guess we better snoop harder and/or try to beat them there then.
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>>5751566
>>5751584 switching to >>5751657
>Head down to the ring and try to wrangle a deal with the leaders (or whomever seems the best combination of accessible and profitable): cash, dope, and/or a strong, someone trained starter-tier ‘mon in exchange for a VERY relevant, make-or-break tip-off.
Even if chances to find the ring before the police arrives may be low it's worth a try
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>>5751566
>Got a favorite Poké Girl or boys?
MAN - PALMER
(WO)MAN - CYNTHIA
gen 4 was cracked, though gen 5 was great too
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>>5751643
Anon.
If an ornery Houndour is introduced in the first act it must be tamed before the third act.
Its an inviolable law of narrative causality.
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>>5751566
>Got a favorite Poké Girl or boys?
Both Aether Foundation grunts, Lusamine aaaand adult Red. Yeah, gen 7 is nice.
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>>5751566
>Got a favorite Poké Girl or boys?
Girl: Sun/Moon female Ace Trainer, or May/Haruka
Boy: James, from the anime.
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>>5751566
> Got a favorite Poké Girl or boys?
I’m an absolute horndog so nearly all the girls are a-okay in my book. That said, I always had a soft spot for Gold’s mom, Krystal, and Whitney back in the day, especially once I heard Whitney was supposedly meant to be Gold’s Misty. More recently, I’ve definitely had Nessa on the brain a little too often. And special shoutouts to everyone’s favorite big tiddy Hex Maniac, the ORAS Battlegirl, and HGSS’s Sabrina.

As for the guys… can’t go wrong with the Team Skull Grunt, and I also kinda liked Morty and Brawly.
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>>5751549
>>5751565
Follow them to the mines.

>>5751559
>>5751639
>>5751584
>>5751626
>Look for a mess hall or some other source of food

>>5751562
>Search for the fugitive Slakoth and Mankey

>>5751626
>>5751642
> Review the places where you may find a suitable Pokémon for yourself and forget about this for the time being.

>>5751657
>>5751660
>>5751681
>Head down to the ring and try to wrangle a deal with the leaders (or whomever seems the best combination of accessible and profitable): cash, dope, and/or a strong, somewhat trained starter-tier ‘mon in exchange for a VERY relevant, make-or-break tip-off.


Ok, if I'm counting correctly, anon will first go to find a mess hall and get some much-required sustenance and possibly some scarps, and then he'll head to the southern sector of the city in search of any leads of the underground battling ring.

Writing.
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>>5751549
>>5751559
>>5751562
>>5751565
>>5751584
>>5751626
>>5751639
>>5751642
>>5751643
>>5751657
>>5751660
>>5751681

The skull-crushing Slaking and his cohorts battling against military forces is probably more trouble than it’s worth looking into. You may be a bit uncaring, but you aren’t outright suicidal, yet. On the other hand, an illegal battling arena, with all sorts of unregulated items, strong and already trained Pokémon who probably aren’t registered on the regional Storage System to avoid being tracked, and an unsanctioned gambling den with enough money flow to be on the radar of Blackstone private security group. That sounds right up your alley.

All these things could come in handy, and you won’t lie to yourself, it sounds a bit exciting. If you manage to have whoever is running the whole operation indebted to you, or at the very least someone who’s the right combination of accessible and profitable, you’ll be set. You just need to find it before those pigs.

Unconsciously, your lips start to tremble as a small smile forms on your face, which slowly starts to turn into a grin. The feeling of excitement at the opportunity at hand is quickly washed off by the now incessant hunger pangs you’re doing your best to ignore. The unpleasant sensation is starting to make you feel light-headed, tired, and weak as you feel a burning sensation permeating your insides caused by the build-up of acid in your stomach.

Moved by your self-preservation instincts, you make your way back to a Mess Hall you saw earlier while exploring the facility.

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>>5752002

The place is almost empty, aside from some of the rookie trainers and the staff running the kitchen. Seems like they took into account the exam takers and provided a free meal for anyone who desired so.
Why didn’t they mention it earlier? If you had known about the free lunch you’d been here before anybody else.


The C&D member handling the food must have noticed your emaciated state, as he hands you a tray with quite a large serving “Here you go, kid”. A heap of meatloaf, some bread, and vegetable soup. It’s not anything fancy but is by far the best meal you’ve had in a while.

As you desperately scarf down the food, you can’t help but notice across the dining room a table occupied by a group of exam takers. Seems like a group of friends, they are talking and joking around, complaining about the trivial grievances of their lives. Judging by their attire they seem to be pretty well off.

[Athletic-looking guy]: This sucks, I already had a starter ready from the breeders but it came in a Poké ball, now I’ll have to ask my pops for another one, he won’t let me hear the end of it

[Peppy-looking girl]: It’s not so bad. Honestly, it sounds kind of fun. Going into the wilderness and befriending your first Pokémon, it’s like something out of a storybook.

[Goth-looking girl]: You are kidding, right? They should have been clear from the start and saved us that hassle. The C&D corps are just a bunch of incompetent thugs in uniform living off our taxes. Let bounce.

As they get up and leave, you notice they left plenty of food on their plate, basically untouched. In other circumstances, you’d take the remaining scraps for yourself but the man handling the kitchen gave you a plastic bag containing plenty of food to take home after he saw how you wolfed down your plate.
>People who waste food should be punished. There are very few things that get on your nerves, but this is one of them.
>You are just grateful for the food, a bit too grateful, actually. Being able to eat your fill without worrying about anything is too good. You are feeling strangely at peace.
>You have an intense hatred for people like this. Those who are able to live that sort of blissful, worry-free life and still manage to find things to complain about. You’d like to teach them a lesson. To make them truly suffer.
>Everyone has their own shit to deal with. They say we make our own hell, if we don’t have any real problems we’ll just look for things to improve or complain about, it’s human nature. That being said, you feel no sympathy for them or anyone really.
>Other/ Write-in

Also.
>Obtained plenty of food scraps!
>Anon is no longer hungry!
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>>5752004
>>Everyone has their own shit to deal with. They say we make our own hell, if we don’t have any real problems we’ll just look for things to improve or complain about, it’s human nature. That being said, you feel no sympathy for them or anyone really.
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>>5752004
>Everyone has their own shit to deal with. They say we make our own hell, if we don’t have any real problems we’ll just look for things to improve or complain about, it’s human nature. That being said, you feel no sympathy for them or anyone really.
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>>5752004
>You are just grateful for the food, a bit too grateful, actually. Being able to eat your fill without worrying about anything is too good. You are feeling strangely at peace.
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>>5752004
>You used to feel jealous of people like them. They will never truly face a day of hardship in their lives, forever insulated in a rich bubble. Nowadays you don't spare them a second thought, it's not worth the hassle trying to prove a point they'll never understand.
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>>5752004
>Everyone has their own shit to deal with. They say we make our own hell, if we don’t have any real problems we’ll just look for things to improve or complain about, it’s human nature. That being said, you feel no sympathy for them or anyone really.
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>>5752004
>Everyone has their own shit to deal with. They say we make our own hell, if we don’t have any real problems we’ll just look for things to improve or complain about, it’s human nature. That being said, you feel no sympathy for them or anyone really.
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>>5752004
>You are just grateful for the food, a bit too grateful, actually. Being able to eat your fill without worrying about anything is too good. You are feeling strangely at peace.
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>>5752004
>Everyone has their own shit to deal with. They say we make our own hell, if we don’t have any real problems we’ll just look for things to improve or complain about, it’s human nature. That being said, you feel no sympathy for them or anyone really.
> Take the portion of food they abandoned with us anyway. We can share it with our sister or save it for later use.
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>>5752004
>You are just grateful for the food, a bit too grateful, actually. Being able to eat your fill without worrying about anything is too good. You are feeling strangely at peace.
Also let's make sure our little sis gets the scraps too
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>>5752009
>>5752011
>>5752036
>>5752037
>>5752038
>>5752053
>>5752061
>>5752066

You know everybody has their own struggles, as insignificant as they may be. You believe most, if not all people are dissatisfied with life to a different degree. No matter how easy someone has it, our minds will always be on the lookout for things to desire, things we lack, things we want to change. It’s a never-ending hunger for more. These desires can come from very real places, things we lack that should be fundamental for any person alive, or self-imposed trivialities born out of our bias and limited worldview.

This doesn’t mean you care. You have not an ounce of sympathy for the problems of others. That’s a privilege reserved for those who feel like their own burden is not enough.

You briefly wonder if Pokémon go through this as well.

"We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell" Some famous gay guy said something along those lines before dying as a homeless.

As you finish your meal, you notice that one of the girls sitting across the mess hall has been stealing glances at you while you are deep in thought. The preppy one. As she and her friends exit the place you notice her walking towards you. A picture of innocent self-satisfaction on her face, from her purse she takes out a couple of bills and loose change, but before she can reach you her Goth friend stops her and tells her to leave you alone.

Was she taking pity on you?

You leave the military complex having obtained plenty of food. Your next objective is to find anything that could guide you toward the illegal battling ring. You get on your trusty bike and head south, on the lookout for anything out of the ordinary. You know your way around the area but is plenty big, you’ll have to be thorough.
Roll me a 1d100 for perception.

>DC: 60 low Success.
>70 Medium Success
>80 Great Success
Best of three.

Also, a question.
>How does Anon feel about pity directed at him?

OOC: Sorry for the lack of updates today. Busy day.
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Rolled 90 (1d100)

>>5752194
I figure he thinks money is money. He doesn't say thanks or anything, just takes stuff if it's offered.
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Rolled 50 (1d100)

>>5752194
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Rolled 79 (1d100)

>>5752194
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Rolled 80 (1d100)

>>5752194
Emotions off, this includes pride. Indifference, money given, money taken. All the same to you.
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>>5752194
>How does Anon feel about pity directed at him?
goes through him as if it wasn't there, same as a "thoughts and prayers"
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>>5752194
>How does Anon feel about pity directed at him?
Doesn't make any difference to him. It'll make her feel better about herself but won't make any material difference to his life. It sure would be nice to be rich enough to not receive any handouts though.
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>>5752194
> How do you think Anon feels about pity
From how he's been characterized so far, I'd say he has a genuinely insect-brained outlook. No malice per say, but a pure and shameless focus on pragmatism with minimal empathetic anchorage.
He doesn't understand sympathy, isn't emotionally affected by the gesture, but has no problem exploiting it as much as possible.
The closest thing to sentimental softspot anon has would probably be his sister, but for everything and everyone else - full force spider-soul.
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>>5752194
>How does Anon feel about pity directed at him?
Anon knows the best thing to do is to bottle in whatever feelings he has. Interactions with his father teached him revealing emotions is a bad idea.
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>>5752195
>>5752200
>>5752201
>>5752202
>90: Great Success

The South District of Silverpoint
You couldn’t really call it the slums, on account of 80% of the city being in a similar state of disarray and impoverishment. You got the same odds of being mugged almost everywhere. There are a couple of exceptions to these but in general, Silverpoint is well characterized by its shitty infrastructure and worryingly high number of abandoned businesses, housing complex, factories, etc. Also, the homeless. There are homeless every five steps of the way.

Since you try to spend most of your time outside of home, and you never got any cash on yourself you’ve made a habit of sorts of traveling the city around your bike and exploring any abandoned buildings and constructions you come across. So you know your way around the city quite well.

These are the things of note you’ve encountered while cycling through South District.

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You encountered the two thugs from the “Remedial Course”, the duo seems to have gotten a head start over you. “Wheels” has Phanphy rolling beside him while the Hunchbacked thug seems to be covered with superficial bruises and cuts, they are headed to a small pharmacy.

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In a dilapidated local park, a menagerie of passionate youngsters has gathered to engage in the noble pursuit of Pokémon battling.
The hoodlums seem to be part of two different gangs, judging by the colors they wear and their intense reactions to the course of the battle. There seems to be some bad blood between the two groups as the trainers get quite aggressive with one another, the only thing stopping their trash talk from devolving into actual violence is the violence by proxy being perpetrated by their personal living weapons. Acting as a referee is a sketchy guy taking bets and goading the trainers to get angrier with one another and to show the crowd everything they really got.

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In a small ramen shop you notice three Blackstone grunts having a meal together, they are decked out in tactical gear: bulletproof vests, small firearms, and of course, loaded Poké balls. Their vehicle is parked in front of the store. A compact four-wheeler is most suited for ground recon. The three grunts seem quite young and easygoing, they seem to be palling around and enjoying some drinks during their work hours.

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>>5752229
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A couple of streets ahead, you notice a small group of men that seem like trouble. They entered a restaurant and the servers basically had everyone leave so these guys could have it all to themselves.

Unlike the petty thugs, these guys walk with confidence, wearing tacky but expensive-looking suits. Leading them is a man that you can only describe as intense, you only got a glimpse at him, and you instantly knew he’s not someone you want to mess with. His outlandish appearance, a tall foreigner wearing a snakeskin blazer and no shirt underneath and an honest-to-God eyepatch covering his left eye. Whoever chooses to dress like that is either trying way too hard to look intimidating or actually has the balls to back it up. And judging by how fearful his subordinates look, you guess it’s the latter.


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As you move around the area, trying to cover as much ground as possible you notice it. There’s some guy who keeps popping up wherever you go, just barely outside your field of vision. You got a couple of glimpses of him but not a clear picture. He seemed non conspicuous at first but as you kept noticing his presence you also started to notice some details. He seems to be giving orders out from a small wireless earpiece. It doesn’t feel like he’s following you, it’s more like he knows where you will be going. He doesn't seem to have any ill intentions though; he hasn’t stopped you. Limiting himself to watch over you, if you had to guess, you’d say he’s amused.

Where do you go?
>Catch up the two thugs from your Remedial Class, one got an obedient Pokémon in just a couple of hours. Maybe they could prove useful.
>The battlegrounds at the park, maybe somewhere there knows the location of the underground arena. The bookmaker may have heard something.
>With the three low-level Blackstone grunts, they seem approachable and irresponsible enough to let you in on some details.
>The dangerous-looking group of men in flashy suits. These guys must know something.
>Confront your mysterious stalker.
>Screw this, better go home.
>Other/write-in.
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>>5752194
>How does Anon feel about pity directed at him?

>>5752209
>No malice per say, but a pure and shameless focus on pragmatism with minimal empathetic anchorage.
He came off very bitter and scornful in this internal monologue of his, and outright implied he even has disdain for others who show sympathy, regardless of reason. Pragmatism also implies judgement not clouded by emotions, and he's got his sights on a very dangerous game that to say he'll be punching above his own weight would be an understatement. There are fours ways this is going to end up for him at this rate.
>He becomes the human trafficking and chainsaw execution type of crime lord
>He becomes a serial killer
>He writes up a manifesto before using his Pokemon to start a massacre somewhere before offing himself
>He lands in prison, and either dies there or learns a hard lesson when he finds he ended up like his father coming out
His sister is the only human being between him and every one of these.

I'd clarify this is just a quest and nothing more if I was the QM so no one assumes this is some kind of fantasy.
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>>5752232
>>With the three low-level Blackstone grunts, they seem approachable and irresponsible enough to let you in on some details.
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>>5752232
> (Other/write-in) This place is obviously already being monitored by spooks. Getting wrapped up in this pending clusterfuck just for the chance of getting a 'strong' pokemon is not worth it. Either we get scammed, thrown in the locker, or we get a pokemon that we may not have the badges to properly control. Go home, we can grab a pokemon from the wild or off the streets for a fraction of the effort.
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>>5752232
>>The battlegrounds at the park, maybe somewhere there knows the location of the underground arena. The bookmaker may have heard something.
I don't have confidence in our speaking skills, considering our (lack of) interaction thus far. This seems like the best place to head to overhear gossip though.
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>>5752237
Supported. The guy with the earpiece indicates that people are on his tail already, probably because someone spotted him moving around at the base in places he shouldn't be. As hinted by an Abra, it's likely they got Psychic Type Pokemon sitting somewhere helping to detect any trespassers. This situation is way out of our league and it's best to make them believe we don't have a clue we're being watched. Unless we could indirectly get this stalker of ours to accidentally reveal himself in some embarrassing way, we should get that Houndor and move on.
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Alright, last post for the night
Tomorrow, September 2nd I most likely won't be able to update. I'll be back Sunday, september the 3rd around 12 pm MDT

Thanks for dropping by anons. Voting will remain open until the next update
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>>5752237
Seconding. All this sneaking around and investigating sounds way too much like someone that cares.
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>>5752232
>The dangerous-looking group of men in flashy suits. These guys must know something.
Don't really care about getting some Pokemon out of this, we aiming for cash
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>>5752232
>Confront your mysterious stalker.
Goddamn it, we've already come this far. There's got to be some way to get something of value out of this without getting fucked.
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>>5752232
>Confront your mysterious stalker.
We could be recruited by the spooks.
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>>5752232
>>5752237
Supporting, we ought to get just a bit more power before we do anything else. Also, we need to check in on our sister.
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>>5752232
>>5752237
+1
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>>5752232
>Catch up with Guzma and Big Wheelz
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>>5752232
>>5752235
classic qst players pussying out, i'll swap to
>Confront your mysterious stalker.
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>>5752232
>>5752237
+1.
On another note, if things get bad at home, maybe the spook that's following us would be obliged to call CPS, assuming that abuse is illegal in this world.
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>>5749251
What other quest did you run? The name and writing seem familiar but I am coming up blank.
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>>5752800
Pokémon Urban Quest I think. Can't recall the exact name but we were an uber autist that pulled managed to pull a bad bitch team skull grunt.
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>>5752805
I remember that quest. We could "speak" (understand?) Pokemon. It was comfy.
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>>5751566
>You do? Which one?

Cynthia followed closely by Lusamine. I kinda have a type.

Aside from them, Misty is the OG and Hilda is pretty hot.
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>>5752232
>Confront your mysterious stalker.
>Try and double back using out knowledge of the area and our sneaking skills

This is likely someone from the C&D Force meant to keep an eye on the rejects, especially ones that seem like sociopaths. We probably haven't attracted the attention of anyone else at this point. If we don't fuck up and get shot, then:

>Head back home, keep our left overs hidden as best as we can so dad dosent swipe them, and our sister can eat today. We might be numb inside but we have seen how a man can fail and probably want to help Sis when we can, just to not be like the POS we call father.

>>5752805
That is what I was thinking about. The setting which is basically Pokemon South America was super familiar, lol, have a free Cynthia.
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>>5752287
>assuming that abuse is illegal in this world.
The region's name is Aztlan, essentially the Pokemon world's equivalent of Mexico. The cops there won't do shit.

There was an infamous case of CPS corruption and domestic murder in the US. Long story short, a kid in a dumpster of a household was beat to the point of death, and his body was hid in the backyard. When law enforcement finally got on top of it, they found out the CPS inspector was bribed with fucking food stamps to keep quiet about it. Of course it happened in Cleveland.

https://www.ajc.com/news/national/social-worker-overlooked-boy-abuse-bribed-000-food-stamps-prosecutors-say/0u7UluQ0K75whxbZcafPOM/
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>>5752232
>Confront your mysterious stalker.
I'm interested in what that's about. I'm also hoping we snag one of those mankey. A mankey and a houndor is a pretty nice start imo.
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>>5752237
>>5752242
>>5752247
>>5752287
>>5752289
>>5752474
> (Other/write-in) This place is obviously already being monitored by spooks. Getting wrapped up in this pending clusterfuck just for the chance of getting a 'strong' pokemon is not worth it. Either we get scammed, thrown in the locker, or we get a pokemon that we may not have the badges to properly control. Go home, we can grab a pokemon from the wild or off the streets for a fraction of the effort.

>>5752241
>Hit the impromptu battlegrounds.

>>5752248
>Follow the Yakuza-looking group

>>5752249
>>5752252
>>5752436
>>5752911
>>5753105
>Confront your mysterious stalker.

>>5752293
>Catch up with Guzma and Big Wheelz


The write-in has won. Writing.
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>>5753406
>>5752237
>>5752242
>>5752247
>>5752287
>>5752289
>>5752474
>>5752241
>>5752248
>>5752249
>>5752252
>>5752436
>>5752911
>>5753105
>>5752293

There seems to be a prevalent sense of unrest around the area, this whole place is already being monitored, including yourself. Whoever is watching over this place is either paranoid and thorough enough to take into account a no-name kid wandering through the streets or has decided for whatever reason, to single you out as someone worth following.

Something big is going down tonight, and if you walk into it, chances are, you won’t leave unscathed. Are the potential rewards worth it? You can’t be sure. But is becoming clear that this upcoming clusterfuck will prove more complicated than anticipated, you could probably get Pokémon from the wild or the streets for a fraction of the effort.

What’s most concerning is the sensation of being watched over, you can’t tell if they know about your intentions, but just being here, snooping around seems to have been enough to be on the radar of whoever has been following you. You don’t know what their deal is, but it’s clear that they are one step ahead of you and if they are hostile, you have no means to fight back, not yet at least.

Whatever, you just wasted a couple of hours to assess the situation and saved yourself some potential trouble. Maybe once the operation passes and you are more prepared, you’ll be able to actually do something.

Deciding to retire in the meantime, you make sure to take some alternate paths, and back-alley routes in hopes of losing your pursuer. After getting far enough you stop feeling the sensation of eyes on you.

Feeling free once again, you decide to go head back and reevaluate your options, you’ve still got some hours of sunlight left,

What’s your priority? Where do you stop first?

>You need to make sure your little sister gets some food. Head back home.
>Stop to look for the Houndour on your way back.
>The summer’s heat is starting to wear you down, look for a place to cool down and evaluate your options.
>Other/ Write-in.
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>>5753471
>You need to make sure your little sister gets some food. Head back home.
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>>5753471
>>You need to make sure your little sister gets some food. Head back home.
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>>5753471
>Stop to look for the Houndour on your way back.
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>>5753471
>The summer’s heat is starting to wear you down, look for a place to cool down and evaluate your options.
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>>5753471
>You need to make sure your little sister gets some food. Head back home.
Priorities.
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>>5753471
>You need to make sure your little sister gets some food. Head back home. Hopefully your old man isn't sober enough to cause trouble, that's the last thing you want to deal with at the moment.

>>5753486
I'd like to do this soon. Once we get a pokemon, we'll have more leeway to prance around in the metaphorical tall grass.
However, we might need to plan a little before we confront the Houndour. Since it definitely knows how to use ember, we should - at minimum - drench our clothing to make them a little less flammable.
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>>5753471
>Look for a Mankey
god fucking dammit guys, this quest is heavy on time management, there's always blink and you miss it events and they lead to something even when you don't get into them. And there's a time limit on the journey too. If you don't wanna take a risk cuz you are a chicken at least do SOMETHING.
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>>5753471
>You need to make sure your little sister gets some food. Head back home.
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>>5753471
>You need to make sure your little sister gets some food. Head back home.
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>>5753473
>>5753479
>>5753486
>>5753487
>>5753488
>>5753512
>>5753553
>>5753584
>>5753603

If you were that hungry, your sister is probably feeling worse. Better go straight home, you just hope that your father won’t cause you much trouble, best of cases he’s already too drunk to be a nuisance.

After a while pedaling away you arrive at your home, sweet, home. Seems quiet, you approach the door with the usual hesitancy that always permeates your body whenever you return. Listening for any signs of your father and his Zangoose, but there are none, just the faint sound of the TV.

You enter the small, run-down residence unsure of what to expect.

The TV is playing some old cartoons broadcasted on one of the public broadcast channels. Your sister was quietly drawing on a small notebook sitting on the floor of the living room. The moment she heard the door open, she bolted straight up, turned off the television, and hid her drawings behind her back. Once she saw it was you, her brother, she calmed down.

Your younger sister has always been skittish and nervous, not only around your father, but most people. She only seems to let her guard down around you.

The girl looks boyish, because of her short unkempt hair and her clothing which consists mostly of old hand-me-downs you used to wear. That notebook of hers is one of her “precious things” and is filled with doodles and amateurish drawings, mostly of water-type mons.

“You are back,” she says in a quiet yet surprised and pleased tone.
“Dad was pretty mad after you left like that…”
“He left a while ago to buy more drinks. He’s been on a bender. Hopefully, he’ll tire himself out earlier than usual.” The girl explains the absence of her primary caretaker with enthusiasm.

You open the bag and show her the feast you got. Her eyes widen and her mouth opens agape at the prospect of a warm meal. She’s basically salivating and restraining herself from snatching the bag out of your hands, but she stops herself out of a single concern.

“You didn’t steal this, right [Anon]?” She asks genuinely worried.

Having no reason to lie you tell her how you got this from the C&D corps. Pleased with the answer she carefully rations herself a serving, pops it in the microwave, and insists on serving you a plate, so you’ll eat together. You decline as you already had your fill. Instead, you save some for yourself to use either as bait or emergency rations.

>Keep your sister company until your father returns, she’s alone most of the time and you only have one another. Besides, she tends to give useful insight every now and then.
>Time is of the essence, look for anything that might prove useful and head out in search of the Houndour.
>Reevaluate your options, there are still plenty of places to find Pokémon, sit down, and use your head.
>Other/ write-in.
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>>5753612
> Time is of the essence, look for anything that might prove useful and head out in search of the Houndour.
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>>5753612
>Time is of the essence, look for anything that might prove useful and head out in search of the Houndour.
Give your sis a hug while you’re there, maybe explain the state of your future while you’re at it.
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>>5753612
>Time is of the essence, look for anything that might prove useful and head out in search of the Houndour.
+1 to hugging sis.
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>>5753612
>Time is of the essence, look for anything that might prove useful and head out in search of the Houndour
The earlier we have a pokemon, the better
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>>5753612
>>Time is of the essence, look for anything that might prove useful and head out in search of the Houndour.
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>>5753612
>Keep your sister company until your father returns, she’s alone most of the time and you only have one another. Besides, she tends to give useful insight every now and then.

>she tends to give useful insight every now and then.
That's such a hook and you lot are ignoring it.
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>>5753612
>>Keep your sister company until your father returns, she’s alone most of the time and you only have one another. Besides, she tends to give useful insight every now and then.
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>>5753612
>Time is of the essence, look for anything that might prove useful and head out in search of the Houndour.
Can we bring sister with us? If not make sure to give her a hug.
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>>5753612
>Keep your sister company until your father returns, she’s alone most of the time and you only have one another. Besides, she tends to give useful insight every now and then.
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>>5753613
>>5753616
>>5753624
>>5753648
>>5753652
>>5753656
>>5753667
>>5753724
>>5753739

There’s no more time to waste. That mangy hound has been a pain in your ass these last few months. And today is the day of its canine reckoning. You quickly pace around the house in search of anything that could prove useful.

There are two large plastic bottles in the trashcan, you could fill them up with water to douse yourself in it just in case the Houndour gets a little feisty with its Ember.

Your father’s alcoholism could prove useful here, as there are a dozen of empty glass bottles lying around that you could use as impromptu projectiles.

There´s some rubbing alcohol lying around, you recall your father trying to drink it during one of his most self-destructive nightly benders. It may have been for the best if he had done it all that night.

There are some old clothes you doubt anyone will ever miss, maybe wrapping your legs and arms with them could mitigate some biting damage. Behind them was a [POTION] still brand new.

Under the couch you find a little packet containing some yellowish powder, on one side it’s transparent and on the other, there’s a caricature depiction of various electric-type rodent-like Pokémon. It’s “Nuzzle”, basically Stun Spores mixed with various different kinds of chemicals. It’s supposed to give a numbing and relaxing effect on the users’ body before giving them quite a violent wake-up with muscle spams a sensation of adrenaline-induced mild euphoria. A while after losing his job your father started selling the stuff. You didn’t quite get it at first, but you’ve come to understand it as you grew older and started to notice the packets strewn about around the house. If you mix a strong enough dose in the food, you may paralyze anyone or any mon that consumes it. Your father probably won’t notice, odds are he already forgot about this packet.

For a more direct approach, there’s an old broom that’s unusable, it probably would last only a couple of hits, but it’s got range. You could always take one of your pillowcases and fill it with rocks to get some solid hits in if things get dangerous, and there are a couple of knives in the kitchen, none too sharp but they are better than nothing.

If the Houndour sees you carrying around all this stuff it may put it on high alert, you’ve better come up with a plan.

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>>5753833
How do you want to go about this?

>All-out offensive: Make sure to armor yourself as much as possible with the limited means you have. Then, the moment you see the bastard you’ll start harassing it with as many impromptu projectiles as you have. Corner him in a closed-off alley, wear him down with the broom, and knock the bastard out with your improvised sap filled with rocks, you'll stab the bastard if you need to.

>Peace offering: Offer some of the remaining food with the fiery beast, see how it develops from there, and bring the bare minimum for self-defense if things get violent and to facilitate your escape.

>Paralyze it: Mix the “Nuzzle” with the food, if you are lucky, that will be enough to paralyze, if not, it should at least slow him down enough so you can get a good couple of hits to its skull.
>Other/ Write-in.

Also, regarding your sister.
Give her a hug before you head out?
>No, why would you do that?
>Hug her.
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Also, last post of the night.
I'll be back tomorrow, Monday the 4th, around 12 pm MDT. Thanks for reading. See you soon anons.
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>>5752800
I used to run Pokémon Urban Quest, just like this >>5752805 anon said. This quest basically uses the same setting but with a bit different focus.
>>5752474
Child abuse is illegal in the region of Aztlan, but social workers here in Silverpoint don't tend to be the most effective. A young [Anon] once called them hoping for the best. His old man paid them off and what followed was what [Anon] describes as "easily one of the top three worst beatings of my entire life" he hasn't tried to call them ever since.
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>>5753835
>>Paralyze it: Mix the “Nuzzle” with the food, if you are lucky, that will be enough to paralyze, if not, it should at least slow him down enough so you can get a good couple of hits to its skull.
>No, why would you do that?
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>>5753835
>Paralyze it: Mix the “Nuzzle” with the food, if you are lucky, that will be enough to paralyze, if not, it should at least slow him down enough so you can get a good couple of hits to its skull.

>Hug her.
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>>5753835
>Peace offering: Offer some of the remaining food with the fiery beast, see how it develops from there, and bring the bare minimum for self-defense if things get violent and to facilitate your escape.

>Hug her.
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>>5753835
>>Paralyze it: Mix the “Nuzzle” with the food, if you are lucky, that will be enough to paralyze, if not, it should at least slow him down enough so you can get a good couple of hits to its skull.
>Hug her.
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>>5753835
>Peace offering: Offer some of the remaining food with the fiery beast, see how it develops from there, and bring the bare minimum for self-defense if things get violent and to facilitate your escape.

>Hug her.
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>>5753835
>>Peace offering: Offer some of the remaining food with the fiery beast, see how it develops from there, and bring the bare minimum for self-defense if things get violent and to facilitate your escape.

>Hug her.
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>>5753835
>Peace offering: Offer some of the remaining food with the fiery beast, see how it develops from there, and bring the bare minimum for self-defense if things get violent and to facilitate your escape.
>Hug her.
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>>5753835
>Peace offering: Offer some of the remaining food with the fiery beast, see how it develops from there, and bring the bare minimum for self-defense if things get violent and to facilitate your escape.
If it doesn’t work we’ll use the nuzzle.
>Hug her.
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>>5753835
>Peace offering: Offer some of the remaining food with the fiery beast, see how it develops from there, and bring the bare minimum for self-defense if things get violent and to facilitate your escape.

>Hug her.

One soft spot. Just one.
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>>5753835
> Paralyze it: Mix the “Nuzzle” with the food, if you are lucky, that will be enough to paralyze, if not, it should at least slow him down enough so you can get a good couple of hits to its skull.
> (Write-in) Affectionately ruffle your sis's hair and promise you'll be back soon
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>>5753835
>Paralyze it: Mix the “Nuzzle” with the food, if you are lucky, that will be enough to paralyze, if not, it should at least slow him down enough so you can get a good couple of hits to its skull.

>Hug her.
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>>5753835
>Peace offering: Offer some of the remaining food with the fiery beast, see how it develops from there, and bring the bare minimum for self-defense if things get violent and to facilitate your escape.
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>>5753835
>Peace offering: Offer some of the remaining food with the fiery beast, see how it develops from there, and bring the bare minimum for self-defense if things get violent and to facilitate your escape.
>Hug her.
Man must pursue peace in unpeaceful times.
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>>5753835
>>Peace offering: Offer some of the remaining food with the fiery beast, see how it develops from there, and bring the bare minimum for self-defense if things get violent and to facilitate your escape.
>Carry at least some water in out back pocket or something, just in case

>Hug her.

I really want to see if we can take her with us when we start our journey. QM, how much older are we than her? She doesn't deserve to be left alone with pops when we leave; he might get angry enough at us he ends up beating her to death while drunk or something.
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>>5754052
We're 16 years old.
For some reason I remember it being stated that our sister is 11 years old, but I can't find anything in the thread to corroborate that.
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>>5753835
>Peace offering: Offer some of the remaining food with the fiery beast, see how it develops from there, and bring the bare minimum for self-defense if things get violent and to facilitate your escape.
We've given it the stick, now it's time for the carrot.

>Hug her.
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>>5753850
>>5753861
>>5753887
>>5753939
>>5753954
>Paralyze it

>>5753864
>>5753890
>>5753893
>>5753905
>>5753917
>>5753928
>>5753956
>>5754032
>>5754052
>>5754436

>Peace offering.

After much consideration, you decide on a more “civil” approach. That Pokémon and you have quite and hostile relationship. If you want it to listen to you and cooperate it’s probably for the best to smooth things over. You prepare some of the food and a small plastic bowl to use as a sign of no ill will.

Besides the food, you take some of the empty glass bottles and the pillowcase to fill with rocks in case the need to defend yourself arises. Also, you fill the two large plastic bottles with water, thankfully it hasn’t been cut off. The [POTION] may prove useful so you take it along as well. It’s probably for the best to not carry the “Nuzzle” around, you could get arrested for having it on you and you got no cash for bribes.

You’ve put your makeshift capture kit inside an old backpack and get ready to leave.

“Where are you going?” Asks your sister. The young girl seems worried after seeing you rummaging around the house and packing your bags.

In the old days, before all the regulations and laws were put in place to regulate Trainers, she’d be considered old enough to start her own journey, She’ll be turning eleven soon, but she looks younger. You can’t picture her traveling alone, by herself, in a hostile region.

You don't give a shit about anything, about anyone. You stopped doing that a long ago. In this world you are meant to fend for yourself, you don't have the time, power, energy, or resources to worry about others. It's just plain logical to you.

There’s something about her expression that doesn’t let you leave in peace. You want to tell her to stop worrying about you and calm her down, but words fail you. You’ve never been good at comforting people; you’ve never tried to do it before.

Dammit, why does she have to waste her energy caring about you?

Instead of saying anything, you hug her.

It’s awkward at first. Neither you nor she are used to this, for you two, physical contact usually correlates with pain. You try to be gentle with your embrace but it’s almost robotic, you can notice how her body stiffens up and tenses, worried that you might have scared her you try to let go but she reacts instantly, clinging desperately to you, with more strength than you expected from her tiny, emaciated frame. She buries her face into your shirt and doesn’t let go for a good full minute. She tries to say something in a barely audible voice “Don’t leave…” but she stops, she doesn’t want to be a burden to you. Instead, she tries her best to force a calm expression and wishes you to be safe.

Your chest aches.


[1/2]
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>>5754466
>Weakness acquired.
> [Older brother]: This might possibly affect the difficulty of specific rolls. Mostly related to your younger sibling. Her well-being may influence your decisions and state of mind giving you both bonuses and penalties. This trait can change depending on your choices.

After biking through, the surrounding streets for a couple of minutes you find it. The Houndour is lying under a small shade, growling at any passerby that crosses its path, but the canine doesn’t try and chase them, it just intimidates them. It seems a little melancholic if Pokémon are even able to feel that way. You don’t understand what its criteria was to single you out as a possible chewing toy but your days of being chased around by this fiery asshole are over. At least that’s the idea.

Once he notices you the hound gets up in all fours. Its growls grow fiercer, but it doesn’t try to attack. Instead, it stays in place, its eyes fixed on you. The Houndour takes a couple of steps back as if it were getting ready to run away.

>Just lay the food down, respect its space, and see its reaction. Take it slow.
>Show it the food, carefully approach it as much as you can, and then wait for it to approach you. (May require roll)
>You need to assert your dominance here. Approach it, head held high, looking it dead in the eye, and have it eat from your hand. (May require a hard roll)
>Other/ Write-in.
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>>5754467
>Show it the food, carefully approach it as much as you can, and then wait for it to approach you. (May require roll)
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>>5754467
>Show it the food, carefully approach it as much as you can, and then wait for it to approach you.
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>>5754467
>Show it the food, carefully approach it as much as you can, and then wait for it to approach you. (May require roll)
Can’t afford to not be a little bit of the aggressor, but also can’t afford to risk getting in severe burn or bite distance.
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>>5754467
> (Other/ Write-in) If we aspire to be a trainer then we ought to start acting the part. Place the food down in front of us then stand stock still while intensely staring forward. When the Houndour enters our line of sight, decisively close the distance to it using our finest Trainer Stride(tm) then challenge it to a pokemon battle. (Basically just the 'Assert Dominance' option except more autistic)
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>>5754467
>You need to assert your dominance here. Approach it, head held high, looking it dead in the eye, and have it eat from your hand. (May require a hard roll)
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>>5754470
>>5754472
>>5754474
>>5754480
>>5754501
You should be careful to not come off too strong as to make the Houndour flee or that he’ll see you as a threat. But neither should you show hesitation or play it too safe, you need results. Opting for a middle road, you slowly approach the canine, food in hand.

Roll me a d100

DC: 55
Best of three.
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Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>5754550
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Rolled 36 (1d100)

>>5754550
Easy boy
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Rolled 15 (1d100)

>>5754550
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>>5754552
>>5754553
>>5754557
>Pass

You carefully walk towards the Houndour. His growl increases with each step, the alleyway beast arches its back as fur stands up. The creature bares its fangs and small bursts of flames come out of its snout with each agitated breath. You recognize the feeling in his eyes. Fear. This morning incident has changed its perception of you, no longer prey, but unsure if you’ve become a predator, and seeing you waltz towards it without a hint of fear makes its instincts identify you as the latter.

This is good enough, you manage to close the distance between the two of you to only a couple of feet, any step further would prove risky. You don’t want to scare it off and any unnecessary confrontations would just be a waste of time. Carefully you leave the small plastic bowl at your feet and take a step back.

The Houndour stays in position for a little while before it slowly starts to approach. Cautious, the canine doesn’t let you out of sight. He leans down to smell the contents of the bowl, first, it smells it, then the beast gives it a couple of licks. Once he’s determined it’s safe, he voraciously partakes in the scraps. Once finished, he’s no longer growling but isn’t demanding pets or licking your feet either, he keeps his distance.

The beast looks at you once more, not as prey or predator, but as something that might prove useful.

>Sucker punch it with your pillowcase full of rocks now that its guard is down.
>Give it some water as well before leaving.
>Extend your hand so it can get a whiff of your scent. Supposedly that’s the primary way Houndour recognizes one another.
>Try to pet it.
>Just leave it to its own but keep your eyes on his actions once you leave.
>Other/write-in
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>>5754571
>Try to pet it.
Without fear only confidence
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>>5754571
>Give it some water as well
then
>Extend your hand so it can get a whiff of your scent. Supposedly that’s the primary way Houndour recognizes one another.
Petting strays that were raised by abusive breeders is a bad idea
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>>5754571
> Sucker punch it with your pillowcase full of rocks now that its guard is down.
Lmao.

I'm going to support this (>>5754580)
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>>5754571
>Extend your hand so it can get a whiff of your scent. Supposedly that’s the primary way Houndour recognizes one another.

Give the fucker a chance to get to know us.
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>>5754571
Changing my vote>>5754577
In support for his>>5754580
They raise a good point
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>>5754580
Supporting.
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>>5754571
Supporting >>5754580
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>>5754571
>>Extend your hand so it can get a whiff of your scent. Supposedly that’s the primary way Houndour recognizes one another.
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>>5754571
>Extend your hand so it can get a whiff of your scent. Supposedly that’s the primary way Houndour recognizes one another.

We're gonna powerlevel this inbred mutt so hard
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>>5754571
>Extend your hand so it can get a whiff of your scent. Supposedly that’s the primary way Houndour recognizes one another.
>Give it some water as well before leaving.
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>>5754577
>>5754580
>>5754590
>>5754593
>>5754619
>>5754654
>>5754660
>>5754668
>>5754673
>>5754735

After it is finished feeding, you take out the bottle of water and pour some into the now empty bowl. The canine indulges in it with less hesitation than before, seems like it started to understand you are not here to hurt it. The thing must have gone days without any sustenance as it desperately fills its gullet, you stay nearby until the beast finishes.

Being careful to not startle the inbred mutt, you crouch ever so slightly and extend your hand towards it slowly. From what little you know about its species. Houndour recognizes friend from foe using their keen sense of smell. Your younger sister told you this fact a while ago and it stuck. The Houndour, still apprehensive, approaches just barely out of reach and starts to smell thoroughly. It closes its eyes for a moment, seemingly lingering on your scent before letting out a short howl and retreating into the alley it came from.

As you make your way out of the scene, you notice that the Houndour is still following you from afar, while it’s not acting like a loyal puppy you feel a significant drop in the quantity of animosity coming from the creature. You are not sure how willing it is to follow your orders, but at least he’s not trying to burn your flesh with Embers anymore.

The sun is finally setting, it’s still not too late, you can still do something before nightfall.

>Let’s wander around town, without worrying about anything. For the time being, clear your mind and relax.
>Look for any ways to make money nearby. You got a mon, but still no cash.
>Return home with your sister. Even though your father is probably back by now.
>Let’s look for a place to spend the night. You really don’t want to deal with the old man tonight.
>Let’s test your newly acquired companion, look for trouble, wild mons, street fights. Get yourself in danger and see how it reacts.
>There are a couple of stores still open around the area, maybe you could shoplift some supplies.
>Other/ write-in.
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>>5754760
>Let’s wander around town, without worrying about anything. For the time being, clear your mind and relax.
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>>5754760
>Look for any ways to make money nearby. You got a mon, but still no cash.
Wandering in some capacity or returning home seems to be the play. Not coming home at all risks him taking it out on sis. Shit testing the dog’s probably not the best idea either. Or risking a pissed off shopkeeper.
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>>5754760
>Let’s wander around town, without worrying about anything. For the time being, clear your mind and relax.
>Look for any ways to make money nearby. You got a mon, but still no cash.
Both work.
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>>5754760
>>Look for any ways to make money nearby. You got a mon, but still no cash.
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>Look for any ways to make money nearby. You got a mon, but still no cash.

We should start investing into this guy soon, maybe the shops sell berries. We can get him a little treat maybe convince him to follow us home and burn off Dad's jeans or something.

Dad does have his own mon though...
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>>5754760
>Let’s wander around town, without worrying about anything. For the time being, clear your mind and relax.

Maybe the Houndour would enjoy playing a game of fetch
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>>5754760
>Look for any ways to make money nearby. You got a mon, but still no cash.
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>>5754761
>>5754764
>>5754765
>>5754798
>>5754807
>>5754817
>>5754845

Alright, you got the fire-spewing dog with an attitude, your trusty bike, a backpack with a small load of trash/ improvised weapons but no cash. And in this place cash is king and your metaphorical wallet is as empty as always, you say metaphorically because you don’t even get a wallet to stash away those bills. That needs to change, fast, you can only go so far without a penny to your name.

As the sun goes down and the sky darkens you traverse the surrounding streets looking for any possible sources of income. The Houndour seems to keep your pace but doesn’t get too near to you.

There’s an old but busy food truck, the greasy and spicy aroma permeating the freshly prepared junk food smells downright heavenly. They got a sign saying they are looking for a delivery boy to work part-time. The pay isn’t that great, $1,500 a day, plus tips, but it doesn't get in the way of your “Remedial Class” or school hours for that matter. It’s also a legitimate job. The only requirements are having your own means of transportation and knowing your way around the city.

Ah shit, you forgot about school, you still got a week of classes before summer vacation. Well, you can always just bail.

Besides that, you notice a small flea market down the road. There are plenty of stalls but most of them are already packing up and getting ready to leave. Still, there are plenty of people around, perhaps they have interesting items at low prices, but what’s more important, there seem to be tons of people with disposable income. If you’d return during peak hours, pickpocketing a couple of suckers seems doable, you are pretty sneaky and could blend in with the crowd.

In another local park, you notice a group of rookie trainers battling it out, there’s quite a large group and they seem to be betting cash in each battle, small amounts mind you, but cash nonetheless. They aren’t as aggressive as the punks you saw in the South District, they seem to be either kids undergoing the Trainer License exam, judging by their lack of Poké balls and poor coordination with their mons while fighting, or small-time Trainers trying to feel better about themselves wiping the floor with these complete amateurs.

[1/2]
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>>5754921
You stop by a Pokémon center to see if there is anything useful on their bulletin board. There are plenty of bounties posted by the C&D corps and you’ll probably find more if you go to one of their posts. Thing is, Aztlan is dense with Pokémon, they are plenty high in numbers which makes them a problem from time to time. So, the C&D corps, who tend to have their hands full with all sorts of bullshit happenings in the region, post these “bounties” to capture different kinds of Pokémon that are either threatening the balance of the ecosystem of the region or could be dangerous or just a nuisance to the general population. The general rule is the more dangerous and difficult the mission, the better the pay. Any trainer with a license can take on bounties, plenty of people live off these.

Problem is, you DON’T have a license. You could wait a week, or maybe you could come to an “arrangement” of sorts with someone who’s already a registered Trainer.

As you exit the Pokémon center, you notice two strange men in their later thirties talking in a hushed tone, there is something sketchy about them but you aren’t quite sure. One of them noticed you looking at the bounties and offered you “A job that pays better for less effort.”

What should you do?
>Listen to the men and their offer.
>Head back to the food truck and ask for the job.
>Go back to the flea market and asses the location for some optimal crimes.
>Let’s check out the C&D bounties, and then we can plan around the need for a license.
>The local park with the Rookie Trainers seems like easy pickings.
>Head back home, you’ll make your decision later.
>Other/ Write-in

(Take into consideration, that a regular, standard issue Poké ball goes for 200 in the Aztlan region.)
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>>5754922

No harm, nor time wasted, in hearing out a job offer. We need liquid cash fast this early on as to not let prime opportunities like the new influx of Mankey/Slakoths in the area pass us by because we couldn't afford to spend money on pokeballs.

>Listen to the men and their offer.
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>>5754925
+1
Why not?
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>>5754925
Support, what could POSSIBLY go wrong?
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>>5754940
Fair enough, a lot of things, but I feel the risk-reward here is in our favor.
Besides, what's the *worst* that can happen?
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>>5754922
Time to get into Smuggling. No matter what we should leverage a Pokeball as part of the deal IN ADDITION to whatever cash they are offering.

Whatever job they have for us it'll probably be easier if we have a pissed off dog in a ball rather than openly following us
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>>5754950

If the dog gets captured, he won't fulfill the requirements needed for the Trainer test, no?
Has to be befriended, not ball'd.
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>>5754953
Ah fuck you're right, well regardless as long as we get enough for a ball for the end of the test or at least some stuff to make hm like us more it'll work out.
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>>5754922
>Listen to the men and their offer.
Kek, why not
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>>5754922
Inb4 the sketchy blokes are criminal grunts looking to lead naïve trainers somewhere isolated and rob of their mons.
Admittedly we don't technically own any pokemon, but still...

I'm going to vote for:
> Head back to the food truck and ask for the job.
1,500 per shift is a decent chunk of change, assuming that most basic pokeitems sit within the 200-500 range like they do in the games.
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>>5754925
>>5754936
>>5754940
>>5754950
>>5754983
>>5755026

There should be no problem just hearing the job offer. You approach the pair who seem elated by your cooperation. One of them holds a small parcel, barely bigger than a closed fist. The whole thing is tightly wrapped up with duct tape. One of them approaches you to give a general idea of the assignment, he talks in a heavy, almost exaggerated accent you don't seem to recognize.

[Slimy-looking man]: Aight pal, listen up.

[Slimy looking man]: Me and ma associate were supposed to deliver a package to a very esteemed customer

[Slimy looking man]: Problem is, we’ve gotta a situation in our hands, know what I’m sayin? And we can’t make it.

[Slimy-looking man]: So you’ll deliver the package in our stead.

[Slimy-looking man]: You just go to the place, drop the thing and we’ll rendezvous in 2 hours. Eezy peezy.

[Slimy-looking man]: Don’t even think about it opening it up. We’ll know if you do. Doesn’t matta to ya, it’s nothing of note. Just regular business, capiche?

[Slimy-looking man]: Pretty simple eh? Even a kid like you can do it.

[Slimy looking man]: Easiest 10,000 you’ll ever make.

[Slimy-looking man]: You just need to drive your little bike to the South District and you’ll be set. How about it kid? Sounds good?

The pair seems pretty nervous, while one tries to convince you to become their errand boy the other one keeps vigilant, glancing nervously from side to side, he seems to be on the lookout for something. The more you make them wait the pushier they get.

[Slimy looking man]: C’mon kid we don’t got all day.

It’s getting pretty late, if you accept to do this, you’ll probably won’t be back home until the small hours past midnight.

>Sure, you’ll take it, no questions asked. (Head to the address as fast as possible, getting that cash is priority)
>Accept, get somewhere far with the parcel and open it to see its contents.
>Demand a higher pay. (Needs roll)
>Decline, this seems sketchy. Better head home.
>Other/ write-in.
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>>5755042
>>Sure, you’ll take it, no questions asked. (Head to the address as fast as possible, getting that cash is priority)
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>>5755042
>20% up front and I'll do it
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>>5754922
Question. Is the Houndor sufficient or ready as a Pokemon to pass the trainer test?
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>>5755042
>>5755046
>Sure, you’ll take it, no questions asked. (Head to the address as fast as possible, getting that cash is priority)
We should ask how much is paid upfront just in case they skirt off with our payment.
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Alright, last post of the night. I'll be back around 2 pm MDT tomorrow. Voting will remain open until next update.

See ya anons. Have a good night.
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>>5755047
sufficient? yes
ready? lmao
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>>5755050
Goodnight QM. Get some rest.
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>>5755042
>Sure, you’ll take it, no questions asked. (Head to the address as fast as possible, getting that cash is priority)
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>>5755042
>>Sure, you’ll take it, 1* question asked. (Head to the address as fast as possible, getting that cash is priority)
Ask where/how we get paid.
>>5755047
It scampered off because we punched it once. I'm pretty sure this thing is the equivalent of a level 2/3 wild Pokemon. Best we not randomly get into a battle, especially after we get paid.
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>>5755042
>Demand a higher pay. (Needs roll)
May as well milk it for all it’s worth
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>>5755047
According to the sources I could find, Houndour learns ember very early. As in, it gets the move at level 1. I'd estimate that our pooch is around level 2-5, but in a very poor condition
However, we need it to be able follow our instructions to a certain extent. So it'll require some training.
Good news is that we have 6 whole days to build comradery and grind xp.
I'd suggest that we aim to boost its level to 8.
Its a fairly realistic goal given out presumed total lack of trainer experience, and because at that point Houndour learns Smog. Having poison and fire type moves early on will probably give us an edge during the practical exam.

>>5755046
> Support
Let's establish our starting position be 20%, and allow them to haggle down to 15%. That's 1,500 pokebucks for nothing, equivalent to working as a wagie at the foodcart for the evening.
Something something, art of the deal.
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>>5755042
>Sure, you’ll take it
What could possibly go wrong?
>Demand a higher pay. (Needs roll)
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>>5755042
>>5755045
+1 we selling drugs let's goo
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>>5755042

>Other/ write-in.
If we are to spend our time haggling, I value haggling for an upfront fee as opposed to haggling for more money.
If they bail on us after delivery, we're fucked, no matter how much they 'promised' to give us.

Asking for 15-20% of the wage up-front is good, and I think a good argument is, "[We are] taking on a lot of risk to deliver this, need some kind of compensation up front, think of it like a deposit."

I assume we'd need to roll to persuade them, similar to { >Demand a higher pay. (Needs roll) }
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>>5755389
This
But 25%
If they refuse that means they were planning to bail
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Shit, meant to write
>>5755042
This >>5755389
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>>5755049
If the QM won't say how much we're getting paid upfront, I'll change my vote to >>5755046.
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>>5755045
>>5755056
>>5755149
>Accept the job and get moving.

>>5755069
>>5755088
>Try to haggle for a better pay.

>>5755046
>>5755066
>>5755087
>Ask for some payment up-front

>>5755389
>>5755406
>Haggle for an upfront fee

These guys must be really desperate if their looking for your help, some random punk who doesn’t even qualify yet as a rookie trainer. Or, they are planning on pulling a fast one on you, nothing can assure you they are going to honor their word, you could end up wasting your time and risking yourself for free or there’s something worse waiting for you at your destination.

So, you ask for some assurance, in the form of cash of course.


[Slimy-looking man]: Upfront payment?

[Slimy-looking man]:Yous a smart kid. Not a regular suckah.

[Slimy-looking man]: Don’t fret boy, we are legit. Here. Have it.

The man flashes you a couple of bills, $2,000 in total.

[Slimy-looking man]: Besides, we need to meet you back once you are done to finish our business.

[Slimy-looking man]: If you don’t bail on us we won’t bail on you.

>Ask for more money upfront. (Needs roll)
>Ask for a larger overall payment. (Needs roll)
>Take the cash and get going.
>Other/ write-in.
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>>5755641
>>Take the cash and get going.
don't push your luck
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>>5755641
>Take the cash and get going.
Good enough for me.
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>>5755641
>Take the cash and get going.
> (Other) Be extra vigilant and keep a very low profile, even if it takes longer.
This is unquestionably suspicious, but maybe if we're quick and careful enough we can navigate this situation without getting any shit on our shoes.
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>>5755641
>Take the cash and get going
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>>5755641
>Take the cash and get going
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>>5755641

>Take the cash and get going.
No real point in further haggling, especially since I don't think we built into Charisma, and time is running short.

Hopefully they told us the specific destination because just "the South District" isn't enough to go by.

>Other/ write-in.
Get actual directions to where we need to drop this off (if we aren't told inherently).
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>>5755641
>>5755676
+1 dont think we have gone that far before so directions would be useful, maybe a map?
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>>5755645
>>5755646
>>5755662
>>5755666
>>5755671
>>5755676
>>5755707

You take the bills out of the man’s hand, letting him know you’ll take on the job. He seems pleased “atta boy,” he says while cracking a smile.

Since you accepted the offer the pair fill you in on more details, most importantly directions. Your destination is a small Kantonian-style restaurant. It’s called the “Old-Rod”. You can recognize it by the banner on its side sporting an illustration of three Magikarps swimming upstream against a waterfall. The place is located on Trapinch Street. You’ve been there a couple of times and you vaguely recall seeing it before.

Once there, you’ll knock on the door and leave the package, someone must hand you a suitcase in return. “Don’t even to try pry open the thing, that shit will have a lock and we’ve got the key” he warns you quite smugly while showing off the small copper key in his hand.

[Slimy-looking man]: Remember kid, leave the package, get the suitcase and meet us in 2 hours sharp near the flea market place, we’ll be waiting on a vehicle

[Slimy-looking man]: One last word. Don’t speak to anyone there, don’t answer them questions, just get the suitcase and scram. And if you aren’t here when time is up, don’t worry, we’ll find ya. One way or another.
His tone, cautious and aggressive made the implicit threat very clear. If you fail to accomplish this little delivery, these guys will track you down.

>Obtained: $2,000
>Obtained: Small parcel.

With your pockets just a bit fatter and the parcel in your bag you start pedaling away towards the South District. The moment you leave, the sketchy pairs split, rushing out of sight.

After traversing a couple of blocks with Houndour still by your side you start to faintly hear a voice, It’s shouting, at first you guess it’s just some crazy hobo out of its rocker, but the yelling keeps getting louder and clearer, it starts to become obvious they are calling you out.

You turn your head to find someone running desperately at top speed, trying to catch you up. You instinctively pick up the pace and start to go faster. The figure coming at you seems to be a girl roughly your age but you can’t get a clear look at her face.

“Odere! Odere! Stop! Stop!” They were initially shouting in a language you don’t understand, before changing to the local dialect. Her voice sounds desperate and angry.

>Comply and stop your bike. Let’s see what she wants.
>She might be fast, but she can’t be faster than a bike. Get those legs pumping, pick up the speed, and let her bite the dust.
>Carefully keep your distance until she’s exhausted, then slow down and check on her, without leaving your bike.
>Sic Houndour on the girl. (Needs rolls)
>Other/Write-in.
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>>5755877
>Yell back asking what she wants, keep biking
If it's that important she can yell to us what it is, but we're on a time limit and whatever BS she's trying to peddle is not worth being late.
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>>5755877
Huh... Given how close this event is to us taking the shady job, can't help but wanting to be cautious here.

>Other/Write-in.
Slow down a bit, ask her what she wants, but be ready to swing back into gear in case she tries to swipe at your bag.

Wouldn't surprise me if someone attempts to rob us.
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>>5755877
>She might be fast, but she can’t be faster than a bike. Get those legs pumping, pick up the speed, and let her bite the dust.
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Why slow down? We can't fuck this job up. Not worth any amount of risk.
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>>5755877
>Carefully keep your distance until she’s exhausted, then slow down and check on her, without leaving your bike
It has to be the foreign girl from earlier
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>>5755877
>Carefully keep your distance until she’s exhausted, then slow down and check on her, without leaving your bike.
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>>5755877
>>5755921
Seconding
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Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>5755932
>Slow down a bit to ask her what she wants.

>>5755936
>Ride fast, leave this random ho behind

>>5756055
>>5756058
>Play it safe, keep your distance until she tires herself out.
1

>>5755921
>>5756063
>Yell back asking what she wants, keep biking
2

Rolling to break the tie-in. It's a minor difference but it'll change how things may play out.
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>>5756086

You don’t trust any random strangers who suddenly feel the need to scream and chase you down in the middle of the night. Still, you have the advantage in this situation, she might be fast but her legs aren’t a match for you and your trusty stead.

And if she’s franticly shouting for your attention, she must have a pretty good reason to do so, maybe you can get something out of this encounter. And if she’s just going to waste your time you can just leave her behind. Maybe she’s just an addict and this parcel contains her potential next dose, maybe they stole something precious from her. You don’t know and you don’t really care.

Still, better play it safe, you don’t want to get robbed.

You continue to pedal at the same pace, being careful to keep enough distance away from the girl. You are a bit wary, but she doesn’t send any Pokémon after you, nor tries to attack you from afar, she’s not an immediate threat it seems.

You’ve got to admit, the girl has stamina, as she kept running at seemingly full speed through various blocks without sign of slowing, but alas, she’s only human. Finally, at the fifteen-minute mark, she slows down and gasps for air.

Since you kept pedaling towards the address your impromptu employers gave you, you’ve wasted no time at all. Once she’s exhausted, almost falling to the ground, barely able to keep going, you consider her no longer a threat. You slow down, just enough to hear her clearly and ask her what her deal is.

As you draw closer, you finally recognize her. She’s the native-looking girl with the perpetual frown from your Remedial Class. Between pained gasps of tiredness, she tries her best to articulate what she wants, which seems to be, the little parcel you are supposed to deliver.

[Scowling girl]: Little box, need it. very important...

[Scowling girl]: Not theirs, they took it...

[Scowling girl]: Icniuhtzin…

[Scowling girl]: My friend…

[Scowling girl]: Please...Stop…

The girl, no longer able to continue stops. She looks at you pleadingly.

>Sounds like her problem. Not yours. Just keep pedaling and go deliver the parcel.
>This whole thing seemed off from the start. Just give the girl the parcel and walk away with the money you got. You’ll figure something out.
>Maybe you can cut a deal with her, you got something she wants very badly. What does she have to offer?
>Other/Write-in.
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>>5756137
>Maybe you can cut a deal with her, you got something she wants very badly. What does she have to offer?
>Ask her what it is
She can definitely report our ass to the cops as an abettor of the crime... unless it's contraband she shouldn't have either
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>>5756137
>Sounds like her problem. Not yours. Just keep pedaling and go deliver the parcel.
I'd like that dough over some bullshit that has nothing to do with us.
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>>5756137
We have a few options here fellas.

>Slow down and talk to her, from a distance where she can't rush you for the box. Explain you do not have a choice in the matter.

Secondary addition to that:
>"There's nothing I can do, I have to take this box to "Old Rod" restaurant and leave it there."

If she has a brain and really wants the box the best we can do for her is let her know where its going and allude to the fact people are willing to potentially kill over this. If she values this box over her life she can take it, the thugs probably just care about the briefcase they are getting in trade and we have plausible deniability
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>>5756137
>Maybe you can cut a deal with her, you got something she wants very badly. What does she have to offer?
Let's fuck these two guys over. Give up their meeting place in hopes of a reward or maybe more work with whoever this package really belongs to. I don't think they would've paid us after anyway.
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>>5756137
The only instructions the guy gave us were about "not opening the box", "leave it at the place, pick up a suitcase, and meet them at the flea market" and "don't speak to anyone at there or answer questions". No explicit instructions about what would happen if, say, someone happened to call the cops to the location immediately after we left.
>Tell the girl the situation, and "imply" that she should contact the authorities about the restaurant being a Pokemon smuggling operation.
This way we both get what we want and we (probably) don't take a long walk down a short pier.
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>>5756137
>>5756149
can back this, also ask what's inside it
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>>5756137

>>5756149
+1
Anon has a good point.
Presumably, we're to go inside Old Rod, hand the parcel over (by hand) to someone, don't respond to anything, receive a briefcase in return (assuming they don't try to shit-test us by trying to withhold it), and then meet back up with the initial goons near the local flea market.

We could tell her that we *have* to hand this in at Old Rod (or else we're fucked), but if she waits until we leave, she can report to the local feds about people inside Old Rod stealing her medicine, which would result in us already having escaped with the briefcase, and her getting her medicine (?) back when the cops raid the area.

Seems viable?
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>>5756137
>Sounds like her problem. Not yours. Just keep pedaling and go deliver the parcel.
I don't know what you're talking about, this was a gift from my friend Jeffy and - actually, I've never seen that parcel before, in fact I don't even know what a parcel is. I'm just out for a totally legal and unremarkable evening cycle around town.
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>>5756149
Supported. Make her send the call, and depending on what's in the box as far as she knows, have her report the restaurant for whatever kind of smuggling operation. As far as we know, the thugs have no idea we know the girl unless she was stupid enough to start hollering nearby them. That being said, let's make sure she gives us something in return for this trouble.
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>>5756185
We already have 2,000 pokedollars upfront, and getting away with the suitcase is too risky. Why would the suitcase delivery stop regardless of what happens with the restaurant? Once the money's on the way, the thugs won't give a shit, and it'd look like our transaction if we get caught with the suitcase. We also don't know whether the box's contents that the girl claims are her property are prohibited.
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So, let me get this straight...
After travelling only a couple blocks from where we struck a deal with a presumably criminal outfit who has just compensated us, we're know furiously trying to weasel a way of betraying them without technically breaking our word, just because some girl asked us to.
Yeah, I don't see how this could possibly go wrong.
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>>5756207
Because having her report us later when we're trying to get our trainer's license is an equally great idea I'm sure. I'd rather not fuck up our potential ticket out of town. Simply running would've been fine if she didn't hear our voice, but she definitely knows who we are now.
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>>5756210
Then why in the everloving fuck did you guys slow down enough for someone to potentially ID you?
You're doing shady shit. When somebody in the distance shouts at you in such a situation, you do not slow down to see what they want.
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>>5756211
That was decided by a coin flip, nowhere in MY write in did I say to slow down.
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>>5756211
Because you motherfuckers keep avoiding the plothooks
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>>5756210
>Because having her report us later when we're trying to get our trainer's license is an equally great idea I'm sure.
Actually, on reflection, that's a much better alternative than being hunted by the local underworld.
She can barely articulate herself in the native language and has no concrete proof of our involvement.
At best, this is a question of whether people want to risk making an enemy of this random trainer (assuming she has seen enough of us to recognize us) or risking some thugs showing up at our home for a 'talk'.
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>>5756137
>>5756141
+1 also support telling her to call the authorities
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>>5756149
+1

If it comes down to us lying I have faith
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>>5756224
I did consider the "her word vs our word" thing, but we were already being followed by a totally-not-spook. For all we know, he could still be watching us, so since we're already in deep I still think going for morally grey is better than having the C&D on our ass.
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>>5756137

I'll support the idea of letting her know where we're headed, as long as she let's us make the exchange and get clear of the fucking blast radius.

But we fucking make that exchange, then we tell the goons some crazy chick was trying to run us down the whole way. When that place gets raided I don't want that heat coming back on us.
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>>5756206
Because we don't know how long we'd be kept inside the restaurant until we get the briefcase. Having her immediately call the feds while we're sitting on our thumbs inside the building is asking for us to get caught in the sweep.
Telling her to wait until we exit to call them in lets us get out of ground zero and finish the exchange with the goons and get the remaining 8k in exchange for the briefcase. We throw a little tidbit to the goons some foreign chick tried to chase after us towards the drop-off zone to cover our tracks.

>>5756207
Like it or not, an amazing survival strategy is having people who owe you favors, or just actual friends. Helping her get her 'medicine' back for her 'friend', regardless if she's lying or not, only serves to benefit us in the future. As long as we manage to do it in a way where it doesn't prevent us from fulfilling our initial job of delivering the parcel/briefcase, helping her has 0 downsides. So why not go for it?

>>5756234
I think that individual was more concerned about us as we approached the upcoming raid location. Once we bailed he most likely went back to patrolling the area for the incoming raid, meaning we're probably not being watched anymore unless we drift back into that radius.

>>5756149
This is similar to >>5756243
so my +1 goes to them.

>>5756224
She might not be able to speak but she could just as easily file a formal complaint with an officer who *does* happen to speak her language, which isn't unlikely seeing as departments have translators. Just because the test wasn't in her native tongue doesn't mean nobody in the city, especially the feds, can't speak in it, so this idea that she couldn't report us if she wanted to is unfounded.
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>>5756137
>Maybe you can cut a deal with her, you got something she wants very badly. What does she have to offer?
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>>5756137
>Sounds like her problem. Not yours. Just keep pedaling and go deliver the parcel.
We can't afford to die, our sister is waiting. Not that this option isn't risky. Why the fuck did we agree, anyway?
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>>5756141
>>5756148
>>5756297
>Let's make a deal

>>5756142
>>5756187
>>5756313
>None of your business

>>5756149
>>5756180
>>5756185
>>5756204
>>5756228
>>5756231
>>5756243
>Tell the girl the situation, and "imply" that she should contact the authorities about the restaurant being a Pokemon smuggling operation.
>Try and explain to her, that you need to finish the exchange before

First of all, you ask the girl what’s inside the package. She seems to struggle a little to understand the question, her exhaustion is not helping the language barrier, but after a couple of tries, you start to make sense of what she's saying.

She points towards the parcel and keeps repeating the words “Icniuhtzin” and “Friend” as if they were inside. You figure she wasn’t calling you friend to butter you up, either what you got on your hands was the property of a friend of hers or the contents is the “Friend”, the parcel is large enough to fit a Poké ball after all.


You sigh. A bit frustrated. There’s no real reason to help her. There’s no clear benefit of doing so and you’ll just be losing out on a pretty important amount of cash, you’ll paint a bright target on your back, and you aren’t even sure that mangy mutt would come to your aid if it came down to a brawl. You are first and foremost, there’s no reason to put your ass on the line for someone you’ve just met.

In this world, everyone must claw their way through with their own two hands.

She must solve this herself.

[ANON]: I can’t give you this thing. If I don’t deliver it, they’ll come to hurt me.

[ANON]: If you want it so bad, do something about it. Get someone else to help you, it’s not my job.

[ANON]: I’ll leave this at the “Old-rod” over Trapinch Street. Hope you know your way around town. Just let me get out of this mess before you do something about it.

It took her a moment, but she managed to catch her breath. She looks at you for a moment, confused, you are afraid she didn’t understand until the girl responds.

[Scowling girl]: “Tlazocamati”. Thank you.

She bows her head politely and thanks you before leaving. You hope you were able to make yourself clear.

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>>5756363
You are not aiding her in any way or form. You are just stating facts, this doesn’t go against what the two smugglers warned you about. It’s not your fault if she’s got enough rational thinking to get out of this mess herself. You are just showing her that she has a shot, not out of compassion or care.

If you want to get your license without much trouble, you’ll have to stay near her for the remedial class, getting on her bad side, and showing that you are involved in whatever illicit bullshit you just wrapped in could make the opportunity to get your license vanish. Even with the language barrier, she could single you out and land you in hot water.

Better show her that you are doing this mostly unwillingly and that failing to comply would be dangerous for you. Overlooking the part where you are getting paid quite handsomely if it comes down to it, you’ll just have to lie.

You already put too much care and effort into this Trainer License Test bullshit, so you better not let it go to waste.


After a couple more minutes on your bike, you finally arrive at Trapinch Street, the place is dark and quiet, the only few lights still on are street food vendors catering to night owls partaking in the city’s nightlife and the few buzzing, old lamp posts that have stood the test of time and minor vandalism.

It doesn’t take you long until you find yourself in front of the “Old-Rod”, loud voices of men can be heard inside. They sound quite angry. The lights are still on, but the door seems closed.

You take a deep breath and prepare to knock on the door.

>Stand your ground. Don’t let yourself be intimated, act aggressive, and fearless, and don’t show any weakness. They’ll eat you alive if you do. (Needs roll)
>Feign ignorance: Act innocent and ignorant, you are just a dumb kid who got swept by the promise of earning some money. You had no idea what you were getting yourself into, everything is scary, you are confused and just want to go home. Try to get them to pity you. (Needs roll)
>Straight to business. No time to put on little acts. You are just here to deliver the parcel, get the briefcase, return to the meeting point, and get yourself some cash. Act as you do normally.
>Other/ Write-in.

Also, your mon is still around, still keeping their distance and watching from afar. The thing is skinny and doesn’t look too strong compared to other Houndour but it’s what you are working with. There’s no telling if it will understand your commands, let alone understand them.

>Tell Houndour to stay back. If it gets out of control and attacks something over its level, there’s a real chance you'd have to find a new Pokémon by tomorrow.
>Order your mon to accompany you. It’s better than nothing (needs roll)
>Other/ write-in.
[2/2]

Last post of the night. Next update will be up around 1 pm MDT, prolly a bit later.
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>>5756364
> Straight to business. No time to put on little acts. You are just here to deliver the parcel, get the briefcase, return to the meeting point, and get yourself some cash. Act as you do normally.
>Tell Houndour to stay back. If it gets out of control and attacks something over its level, there’s a real chance you'd have to find a new Pokémon by tomorrow.
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>>5756364
>Stand your ground. Don’t let yourself be intimated, act aggressive, and fearless, and don’t show any weakness. They’ll eat you alive if you do. (Needs roll)
>Order your mon to accompany you. It’s better than nothing (needs roll)
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>>5756364

>Straight to business. No time to put on little acts. You are just here to deliver the parcel, get the briefcase, return to the meeting point, and get yourself some cash. Act as you do normally.

Given how soon this area is about to be raided, probably best not to do or have anything specific that could be traced back to us. This option also works with how the goons recommended we act in the first place, so win-win.

>Tell Houndour to stay back. If it gets out of control and attacks something over its level, there’s a real chance you'd have to find a new Pokémon by tomorrow.

While I doubt Houndour will willingly pick a fight, given it's state, much less at *our* defense, I do think having it stay far away enough to where it's not associated with us is the better call. At least that way, it won't be commented on that the stoic trainer who made the drop-off also had a Houndour directly at his side.

It also would be safer being farther away, there might be other Pokemon who perhaps aren't as disciplined.
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>>5756364
>Straight to business. No time to put on little acts. You are just here to deliver the parcel, get the briefcase, return to the meeting point, and get yourself some cash. Act as you do normally.
>Tell Houndour to stay back. If it gets out of control and attacks something over its level, there’s a real chance you'd have to find a new Pokémon by tomorrow.
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>>5756382
+1
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>>5756428
This is my vote just messed up the post>>5756364
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>>5756429
Oh god I made it worse, I should stop voting at this point.
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>>5756364

>Straight to business. No time to put on little acts. You are just here to deliver the parcel, get the briefcase, return to the meeting point, and get yourself some cash. Act as you do normally.
>Tell Houndour to stay back. If it gets out of control and attacks something over its level, there’s a real chance you'd have to find a new Pokémon by tomorrow.

Fuckers are probably better behaved than dad.
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>>5756364
>Straight to business. No time to put on little acts. You are just here to deliver the parcel, get the briefcase, return to the meeting point, and get yourself some cash. Act as you do normally.

>Tell Houndour to stay back. If it gets out of control and attacks something over its level, there’s a real chance you'd have to find a new Pokémon by tomorrow.
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>>5756364
>Stand your ground. Don’t let yourself be intimated, act aggressive, and fearless, and don’t show any weakness. They’ll eat you alive if you do. (Needs roll)

>Tell Houndour to stay back. If it gets out of control and attacks something over its level, there’s a real chance you'd have to find a new Pokémon by tomorrow.
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>>5756364
>>Straight to business. No time to put on little acts. You are just here to deliver the parcel, get the briefcase, return to the meeting point, and get yourself some cash. Act as you do normally.
>Tell Houndour to stay back. If it gets out of control and attacks something over its level, there’s a real chance you'd have to find a new Pokémon by tomorrow.
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>>5756382
>>5756390
>>5756406
>>5756416
>>5756428
>>5756560
>>5756587
>>5756630
>>5756647

As it stands right now, the Houndour is more of a liability than an asset. The canine is not used to following orders nor you are sure it would risk itself to protect you, and even if it did, right now the discarded mutt is pretty weak. If it loses control and tries to start a confrontation there is a good risk of serious injury or worse if your opponent has properly trained Pokémon. And you don’t want to go back to square one.

Before you enter, you try to order the Houndour to stay put and not follow you, It takes a while but the creature seems to get the gist of it, backing away.

You’ll try to keep this short and simple, no need to put on airs or act. You brace yourself and knock on the wooden door. A couple of seconds go by, they feel longer than they should, finally, you hear steps coming your way and the door swings open.

A towering mass of muscles parading itself as a man opens the door, he’s wearing a neat and sharp black suit that doesn’t fit him in the slightest. His face is grimacing with annoyance and a hint of anger.

He takes a quick look at your emotionless countenance, which seems to piss him off more than before. Before you can do anything, the man grabs you by the collar and throws you to the floor with just enough force to knock you down.

“You little shit! Thought you could pull a fast one on us? Punks like you ought to be taught a lesson.”

He cracks his knuckles while approaching you slowly. You take a moment to inspect your surroundings, the small restaurant is filled with similar thugs all of them falling into a range of pure apathy to palpable animosity towards you. None move from their place to stop this, some cheering for the incoming beatdown.

>Stay silent and give him the parcel. Cooperating without resistance is your best chance. This sort of beating is nothing of note.
>Try to disengage from the situation and explain yourself. You are just the middleman. (Requires roll: DC???)
>You still got the pillowcase filled with rocks, swing at the muscular malefactor. (Requires roll: DC???)
>Throw some of the empty bottles at him as a distraction and make a run for it. (Requires roll: DC???)
>Other/ Write-in.
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>>5756679
I don't think we can emerge victorious from the physical confrontation
>Try to disengage from the situation and explain yourself. You are just the middleman.
If it doesn't work, ,we can still try to go for
>You still got the pillowcase filled with rocks, swing at the muscular malefactor.
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>>5756679
>Try to disengage from the situation and explain yourself. You are just the middleman. (Requires roll: DC???)
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>>5756679
>Stay silent and give him the parcel. Cooperating without resistance is your best chance. This sort of beating is nothing of note.
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>>5756679
>Stay silent and give him the parcel. Cooperating without resistance is your best chance. This sort of beating is nothing of note.
I think this is a test. Don't snitch on yourself. There's no way they could have found out already what we told the girl.
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>>5756679
>Stay silent and give him the parcel. Cooperating without resistance is your best chance. This sort of beating is nothing of note.
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>>5756679
>Stay silent and give him the parcel. Cooperating without resistance is your best chance. This sort of beating is nothing of note.
It's just pain. Do what we were told to do.
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>>5756679
>Stay silent and give him the parcel. Cooperating without resistance is your best chance. This sort of beating is nothing of note.
Just like dear old dad!
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>>5756679
>Stay silent and give him the parcel. Cooperating without resistance is your best chance. This sort of beating is nothing of note.
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>>5756679
>>5756715
+1
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>>5756679

>Stay silent and give him the parcel. Cooperating without resistance is your best chance. This sort of beating is nothing of note.

Based off our experiences with our father, that last sentence rings very well.
Let us not forget what the goons told us earlier, do no mention our involvement in regards to the parcel. I'm leaning towards the idea this is some sort of show of force to weed out blubbering fools, or at worst, we take a small beating to get the briefcase, which for 8k doesn't seem unreasonable of a trade-off.
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The only way I can reasonably figuer that they would know we talked to the girl is if there is a listening device in the package along with what ever else. We were hauling ass on a bicycle, I doubt a tail could have probably kept up with us unless they were on one as well and we didn't notice anyone around when we talked to the girl.
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>>5756684
>>5756691
>>5756715
>>5756732
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>>5756785
>>5756841
>>5757076

Did those guys know what would happen once you’d got here? And sent you to avoid getting their snot beating out? Did these guys listen to you blabbering to that girl earlier, you didn’t notice no one following you. Your mind is racing, without a clear answer in sight, you decide to stick to your guns and get the deal done.

With the same, almost vacant look on your face you lift yourself from the floor. Your back and the arm you landed on have this dull aching feeling to them after the impact. Being subjected to senseless violence before even taking a step inside? These guys really know how to make yourself at home.

So, you’ll do what you usually do, comply without objections in the hope of making the beating less severe. Without saying a word, you take out the small parcel and try to hand it to your aggressor, this only seems to get him riled up.

“You want to play nice, huh? Do you think you can try to extort the Gyakutatsu group and walk away in one piece? You gotta a painful lesson coming you little shit. Now raise those skinny little arms and fight!”

The man doesn’t relent, instead of just taking the damn parcel he adopts a boxing-like stance and slowly approaches, throwing some haymakers into the air. The man wants to fight. As you consider your options carefully an unknown voice fills the room.

“What’s all this noise, ya bastards?”

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>>5757244
Emerging from the kitchen door is a strange man, whose mere presence feels like danger. His voice sounds deranged but it commands a sense of respect. Suddenly the mood shifts inside the room. All the hooligans get up and politely greet the man, their faces showing varying degrees of respect and utter fear.

His appearance is outrageous, to say the least. A tall, lean man of Eastern descent. Sharp features and an eye patch covering his left eye. He wears an obnoxiously colored snakeskin blazer. He walks nonchalantly, but each of his steps is imposing. His eye wanders through the room, carefully examining the scene.

Following behind him is a humanoid creature, its pale green skin and vicious, almost demonic visage are disconcerting, as its large, jagged teeth, and its yellowed tinted eyes look like ones of a trained predator, they are cold and violent. Thick strands of dark hair envelop most of its body, pulsating almost rhythmically, like muscles.

“Captain? What are you doing here?” asks terrified the man who was getting ready to punch the lights out of you.

[One-Eyed Thug]: I was heading here to see if the parcel arrived, and I heard the commotion.

[One-Eyed Thug]: Oy, “Ringuma”, what the fuck are you doing to that kid over there?

The large man tries to sheepishly explain that he wants to teach you a lesson for trying to squeeze some money from their organization.

[One-Eyed Thug]: Are you daft? Shit for brains. The boy doesn’t even got a mon with him. Kid’s clearly just an errand boy. He probably doesn’t even know what the fuck is going on”

[One-Eyed Thug]: The assholes who stole what you were supposed to guard, are probably getting ready to make their getaway, and I find you beating the shit out of our only possible lead to take vengeance on the bastards/

The anger in his words is enough to get the muscular thug on his knees, practically begging for forgiveness.

The “Captain” looks down on you with its remaining eye and speaks.

[One-eyed Thug]: Forgive my dumbshit associate here. Let’s talk shop.

[One-eyed Thug]: Alright kid. They threatening you or something? If you tell us where to find em, we’ll deal with them no problem. No harm will come your way.

[One-Eyed Thug]: C’mon. Just leave the parcel. Tell us what you know and you can go home and forget about all this stuff. What do you say?

His words are an off-putting mixture of raw intimidation and actual concern.


>You’ll speak. For a price.
>Tell them nothing, you made a deal, and you don’t believe you can trust these guys either. Keeps your lips shut.
>These guys, seem way more dangerous than the odd pair that sent you here. Better try and get on their good side. Tell them about the pair of sketchy men.
>Other/ Write-in.
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>>5757250
>These guys, seem way more dangerous than the odd pair that sent you here. Better try and get on their good side. Tell them about the pair of sketchy men.
>I just needed to make some money so I agreed to deliver what ever this is for them. They still owe me 80000 and I need that money so we can eat. If I talk they said they wouldn't just hurt me, they would hurt my little sister too. If I talk I need that money, I need to know they won't be around to hurt her.

I would not fuck with the Pokemon Yakuza.
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>>5757250
>These guys, seem way more dangerous than the odd pair that sent you here. Better try and get on their good side. Tell them about the pair of sketchy men.
I'll rather go after the Slaking alone without a pokemon than angering this man...
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>>5757250
"Your man didn't bother me, I get way worse at home. Also I only took this job for the pay sir, I know 10k probably isn't a lot to you but it is to me and my sister. I dont want to leave here with nothing but I'm not going to kill myself for no reason."

End it by handing over the package and putting on our best "Dirty Sad Urchin" Face.
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>>5757250
>These guys, seem way more dangerous than the odd pair that sent you here. Better try and get on their good side. Tell them about the pair of sketchy men.
Alright this time I'm cool with bitching out
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>>5757250

>>5757263
+1

So if I'm reading this right, the goons planned to send back whatever they stole with a patsy to take the fall while they booked it, never intending to actually rendezvous at the flea market under the assumption the patsy would either be beaten to a pulp or roll on them once they found out what the job actually entailed.

This still doesn't answer what the foreign girl wants with this package, if it apparently originally belonged to the Pokemon Yakuza.
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>>5757250
>You’ll speak. For a price.
Our price is a chance to prove we can be useful to your organization. Doesn't matter what the job is. We don't want to get screwed like this again the next time we need a job.
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>>5757263
+1
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>>5757250
>>These guys, seem way more dangerous than the odd pair that sent you here. Better try and get on their good side. Tell them about the pair of sketchy men.
Well this was a fun plothook, but I'd like to live.
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>>5757258
>>5757262
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>>5757292

Whatever those two guys could possibly do t you it can't possibly compare to the amount of shit you'll be in if you get on these guys' bad side. And fortunately for you, this man, who commands respect around lawless thugs, seems reasonable enough. Your best bet is probably playing up the "victim" angle, maybe you'll even come out with something out of this. but you'll be satisfied with just living through this experience.

Roll for pity.
>DC: 40
Best of three.
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Rolled 50 (1d100)

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Based
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>75
>Success

You try your best to shape your face into an example of helplessness and desperation, you don’t tend to emote much, so this proves harder than you initially thought. There’s some truth to your predicament, you truly are a victim, but you’ve been feeling so numb for so long that it feels impossible to recall those emotions on command. Your expression is a tad rigid and artificial, and you know he notices it, your eyes wander to the floor to avoid the piercing stare of his eye, you are sure you can’t bullshit this man. But he comes around once he hears you.

[ANON]: I Your man didn’t bother me, sir, I get way worse at home.

Your opening line is strong. The One-Eyed Thug's expressions softens as he pictures your sad daily life, any sign of aggression is gone.

[ANON]: I only did this because they promised me some pay.

[ANON]: I know, 10k may not be much for you. But to my sister and me, it is. I don’t even have my Trainer license yet, so there are not many jobs I can take.

[ANON]: I tried my luck. I didn’t want to leave here empty handed but I’m not going to get myself killed for no reason. I’m sorry, I’ll get out of your hair now.

As you speak, your face loosens up, and your expression starts to match your story. You hand the man the parcel with a defeated and pathetic look on your face, he buys it, completely. Actually, it would be more appropriate to say you let yourself show weakness, just for a moment.

With care, he takes the parcel from your hand, gives you a pat on the shoulder, and with a thundering voice commands his men.

[One-eyed Thug]: Alright you bastards. Someone get a mon with Heal Pulse and patch this kid up. We’ll escort him back… to wherever he needs to go afterward.

[One-eyed Thug]: And no one dare to touch him. We clear? I still have to deal with our other “Guest”, so be quick about it.

A dozen underlings waste no time following his commands, their attitude towards you completely different. You are no longer a pest to deal with, you are a guest. Even that Ringuma guy who was more than willing to smash your face against the wall mere minutes ago is asking you if you’d like something to drink while you wait.

The captain, the one-eyed criminal opens up the parcel. Inside there’s an object that resembles a Poké ball, but it looks much older and simpler, it's grey and has a small unscrewable red lit where it should open. That thing looks ancient, it’s probably not even compatible with the Regional Pokémon Storage System. Besides the ball, there’s a sturdy-looking lock and a note.

The man seems plenty irritated after reading it. He rushes back into the kitchen cursing under his breath, after a couple of minutes he comes back, fuming, and with a suitcase in hand.

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>>5757358
[One-eyed Thug]: Kid, do you still want to make some money?

[One-eyed Thug]: Don’t worry, if you don’t accept, I’ll make sure you are safe and give you something for your trouble.

You notice he speaks in a softer tone when addressing you.

>This has been too much for one day. Excuse you and let them escort you back. (Play it safe)
> “What’s the pay?” Try haggling/asking for something in particular. (May need rolls)
>You’ll do it. Hell, you’ll do it for free. You want to get back at those men for trying to use you. (Revenge comes first)
>” Sure, what’s the job, Captain?” You want to earn these people's trust, which could be much more valuable than money. (Budding respect of just a calculated attempt at gathering useful connections?)
>Accept, but don’t get too involved. Might as well try to make this night as productive as it can possibly be. (Unfazed, unfeeling, unflinching)
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>>5757361
>” Sure, what’s the job, Captain?” You want to earn these people's trust, which could be much more valuable than money.
Crimebros we're back
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Alright, last post for the night. I'll be back tomorrow around 12 pm MDT. Thanks for stopping by.

And finally a question? Questions? Several questions.

How does Anon feel about this whole situation? Has the dangerous nature of his meddling finally shaken the apathetic lad? Or is his lack of emotional response something far from mere teenage angst?

How does he see these men? The Captain and his crew? Pathetic criminals pretending to be bigger than they are? Or a possible role model who commands power and respect?

Did he stop to aid the girl on a whim? Maybe deep down he wants to give everyone a chance to fight for themselves. Or is he just a normal teenager with a severe lack of female attention that lets his hormones get the best of him even if he won't admit it during his brooding monologues?

MediocreQM is out for the night. Have a good one anons.
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>>5757361
>Accept, but don’t get too involved. Might as well try to make this night as productive as it can possibly be.
Let's see if we can make some real cash here.
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>>5757361
>Accept, but don’t get too involved. Might as well try to make this night as productive as it can possibly be. (Unfazed, unfeeling, unflinching)
We only dip in our toes for now, these could be some more of the group that the blackstones were raiding, and I doubt we want to get caught up in that.
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>>5757365
No interest in most of the thugs, that’s just life round these parts, but we have a bit of a curiosity about the captain. What’s this guy done to gain the fear and respect of a bunch of guys who has the power and inclination to bash our brains out?
As for the girl, I think that we stopped on a senseless whim, but maybe there’s a spark of generosity, deep, deep down.
In the end, anon probably feels lucky that he didn’t fucking die, but it’s otherwise forgettable for us. No doubt we’ve done riskier things for less. But perhaps, perhaps we might find someone to trust in these guys, or maybe the girl. Remains to be seen, depends on the next couple updates.
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>>5757361
> Accept, but don’t get too involved. Might as well try to make this night as productive as it can possibly be. (Unfazed, unfeeling, unflinching)

>>5757365
> How does Anon feel about this whole situation?
Overall very cynical, and trying to calculate the best way to maximize profit from this venture without dying or making dangerous enemies.
After piecing together what happened from context clues, see (>>5757269), he's annoyed with the pair of thugs that hired him but not terribly surprised.
>How does he see these men?
He doesn't know the thugs, but he's unconsciously placed them in the same threat-assessment category as his father: 'Belligerent, Dulled through inebriation, Potentially dangerous'.
[Anon] is savvy enough to read the room, how the goons reacted was reason enough to be wary of the one-eyed man. There was also something about the man's bearing, a penetrating intensity, which shook the kid off balance while being interrogated. He's managed to garner some sympathy by taking refuge in the truth, but he needs to be mindful of how he handles this guy in the future.
>Did he stop to aid the girl on a whim?
He doesn't really care about her or her problems. Explaining the situation to her was merely a way to establish plausible deniability and cast himself in a more sympathetic light so as to soften any punishment which his involvement may earn him.
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>>5757361
>” Sure, what’s the job, Captain?” You want to earn these people's trust, which could be much more valuable than money. (Budding respect of just a calculated attempt at gathering useful connections?)
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>>5757361
>Accept, but don’t get too involved. Might as well try to make this night as productive as it can possibly be.
This less about being unfeeling, and is more a measure of caution while still wanting something for the trouble. >>5757376 has a point.

>>5757365
>How does Anon feel about this whole situation?
He probably feels fortunate that he isn't dead, but at the end of the day he's just looking to make money or secure resources for whatever he plans ahead. The trainer license bullshit is probably something he wants to get done and over with so he can move on to other things. They probably entail making money and a living away from his shithole town, possibly bringing his sister along if able.

>How does he see these men?
He sees them like any other thug in his area. They're not a sight he's unfamiliar with.

>The Captain
He recognizes that he commands a lot of respect from his goons, and he should be wary around him accordingly. Depending on the choices our character eventually makes, he may be a useful contact. For now, he'll accept whatever the Captain offers while keeping some distance.

>Did he stop to aid the girl on a whim?
Whatever issues our character has, he at least doesn't like the idea of people "sitting there and taking it" if that makes sense. He had to do that with his drunk loser of a father for most of his life, so his offer to help was likely either a small measure of consideration in this regard or a reflection of his distaste for what his father represents. Besides, she'll owe him a favor.
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>>5757365
With your questions I mostly agree with this anon.
Also my vote is for
>Accept, but don’t get too involved. Might as well try to make this night as productive as it can possibly be.
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>>5757433
Whoops I did that wrong I meant this >>5757380 anon
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>>5757361
>You’ll do it. Hell, you’ll do it for free. You want to get back at those men for trying to use you. (Revenge comes first)

>>5757365
With father like that, Anon defiitely would admire any man commanding this much respect. Surely a potential father figure for a rolemodel-starved teen
I'd say Anon could be cautiously thrilled about that whole ordeal. After all he finally has a saying, or at least an active role in whatever's happening instead of just going through the motion as usual
He helped a girl because he knows well how does helplessness feels like
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>>5757361
>” Sure, what’s the job, Captain?” You want to earn these people's trust, which could be much more valuable than money. (Budding respect of just a calculated attempt at gathering useful connections?)
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>>5757361
Just listen what kind of job he offers. We take whatever pays the best.

Also not much of a response to these guys or the two guys which gave us the parcel before. Just get this done, get paid, get out. Focus on the pokemon license.
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>>5757392
>>5757475
>Show your disposition and try to earn their trust.

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>>5757397
>>5757433
>>5757487
>Cautiously agree to hear them out.

>>5757474
>Hunger for revenge.

Better make the most of tonight. Feeling a bit apprehensive you decide to hear them out and choose your next step according to the risk and reward presented to you.

While a slobbering Slowbro, property of one of the thugs cleans up your bruises with a “Heal Pulse” the Captain fills you in on the situation.

The exchange wouldn’t be as simple as these “Gyakutatsu” guys initially expected. The pair of thieves who arranged this whole thing needed to make sure the deal would go through, so they needed a little insurance. Knowing that these people could have easily iced you and taken the package without coughing up the ransom money they installed a failsafe of sorts. The Pokémon inside has been fitted with a restraining mechanism that immobilizes it and tries to use any type of move. The C&D corps use them on unruly and violent Pokémon prone to escaping containment.

The crooks would only give the code to remove the restraints once they got the suitcase in their hands. And while the Gyakutatsu group has someone who can fiddle with this type of tech, the person in question is out of town and they need this Pokémon ready for battle tonight.

Your job, if you accept it that is, will be to deliver the suitcase to the crooks waiting to meet back with you and make sure they’ll cough up that code before they slip away.

Following you from afar, are going to be some members of the Gyakutatsu group, ready to deal with the thieves once they make sure the code is legit.

“Tell 'em we threatened to break your wrists, that's our signature” adds the Ringuma fellow.

The group is willing to shell out another $10,000 if things go right, besides you are allowed to keep whatever the crooks were originally going to pay you.

“Don’t worry, we’ll keep an eye on you, if we notice things are going south we’ll swoop down to help ya” reassures you the one-eyed captain.

>Take the job.
>Politely decline
>Haggle for better pay/ Ask for something in particular as a reward (What?)
>Other/ write-in.
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>>5757651
>They need this Pokémon ready for battle tonight.
I wonder if we should ask them if this is about the raid. Could it be an in for more dosh?
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>>5757651
>Haggle for better pay/ Ask for something in particular as a reward (What?)
They have other pokemon but they need this one specifically fast, seems like this is worth more than 10k to them.
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>>5757651
>Take the job.
I'm not gonna risk our wrists (and probably more) for more cash
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>>5757651
>Take the job.
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>>5757651
>Take the job
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>>5757651
>Take the job.
We get paid more, the people trying to fuck us get shafted, and we got a group of goons that have our back
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>>5757651
>Haggle for better pay/ Ask for something in particular as a reward (What?)
“I’ll do it. But on top of the money, I want a ‘mon for my efforts. I’m sure that you have a few spare.”
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>>5757656
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>>5757708

You briefly consider asking for a new mon as a reward as they seem to have plenty but quickly opt-out.

Deciding not to push your luck any further, in consideration of your wrists and other bones that’d you prefer remain unbroken, you accept the task without pushing for a bigger payment or irritating your new employers with questions like “Why is that Pokémon so valuable?”, “Why do you need it for tonight?" "Are you going to murder them?" "Would that make me an accomplice?” No need to worry about any of those minuscule details.

The job itself is pretty simple, just rendezvous with the crooks as you had originally planned, pretend nothing of note happened back here, and make sure they call the group to tell them the code to deactivate whatever is restraining the priced merchandise.

“Eezy peezy” as said by the slimy man who got you in this situation and is probably going to end up sleeping with the Magikarps before the night is over.

You exit the restaurant alongside a few of the One-Eyed Captain crew, including the man himself. Houndour, who’s been waiting for you resting on the pavement, starts to growl and bark at the sight of the perceived strangers, but the pooch cuts it out fast the moment he sees the Grimmsnarl walking out of the store. One quick look from the greenish monster is enough to make the canine freeze on the spot.

The captain returns his Pokémon to its ball and tells you to go ahead, they’ll be close behind, and you oblige, not that you could do much else.


After some minutes of pedaling, you arrive at the destination meeting, suitcase in hand. The thing is closed with a small but hefty lock that came in on the parcel, probably put in there to avoid any ideas of running off with the contents of it. The flea market is empty, currently, it looks more like an empty lot with some closed-off stalls strewn about. In the distance you notice an old beat-up car, it flashes its lights, signaling you to approach.

Standing next to the vehicle, one of the windows rolls down. The man who sent you to the Sharpedo-infested waters masquerading as a small-time Kantonian-style take-out restaurant greets you with a shameless smile.
“Hey Kid! You are alive! That wasn’t so hard right? Now, hand over the suitcase”

I need a roll for deception.
>DC: 40
Best of three.
Write-ins can help or hurt the result
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Rolled 82 (1d100)

>>5757710
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Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>5757710
They seem to have bought it without us saying anything, so let's just stay silent
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Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>5757710
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>>5757714
I think we should ask for the rest of the money though.
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>>5757716
If they don't give it to us voluntarily, sure.
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>>5757710

>>5757713
already got a fantastic roll, but,

"Wasn't so hard? I almost got my ass beat by some brute who apparently didn't like the whole "Don’t speak to anyone there, don’t answer them questions", schtick you told me to do. Thanks for that, by the way."
>An actual angry glare would be helpful in selling this, given how it's actually all true.

Maybe we can shake him down for a bit of hazard pay or something. His tip was shit.
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>>5757306
>>5757713
Why we didn't become an actor instead of a trainer? i'm sure as hell we have the talent...
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>>5757729

I think the self preservation is bumping up our acting chops. Until we have a high roll during a situation that doesn't put ourselves (and more importantly, our wrists) on the line, I doubt we're cut out for the acting scene.
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>>5757710
>"Got the cash?"
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>>5757730
So you're saying the beatings will stop when the movie is finished?
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>>5757710
>>5757726
+1
Make sure that we mention that they threatened to break our wrists
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>>5757771
This made me guffaw, thank you anon.

Before I forget, what's happening with Foreign Girl and her plan to call the cops? We might have to consider booking it once we resolve this and get paid.
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>>5757726
Seconding this.
>>5757836
And this.
>>5757716
>>5757718
And this. We risked our necks and we've come through on our end of the bargain, despite what events follow.
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>>5757928

The best trick you’ve got so far to mask your true intentions is to hide them behind a superficial layer of apparent sincerity.

You glare at the man, rightfully angry at him. “Wasn't so hard? I almost got my ass beat the moment I got there because he didn’t like the whole “keep your mouth shut” spiel you told me. That wasn’t to help me, it was to keep your ass covered.”

“Aight kid, stop busting my balls. You want the money or not?” The man seemed a bit irritated but he didn’t question it. You explain that they instructed you to not hand over the suitcase until they got the code, threatening to break your wrists if it came to that. It seems congruent with the earlier threat of violence, so the duo complies. The man in the driver seat, who seems to be the one doing all the talking, takes out his phone and dials a number. Meanwhile, the other, mostly silent accomplice steps out of the car with the intention of checking the briefcase contents.

The silent man produces a small key from his jacket and motions you to lay the briefcase on the trunk of the car, you oblige, without letting it out of your hands. It pops open with a satisfying *click*. Even in the midst of the late hours of the night, the contents glisten lusciously. The inside is filled with, pristine, massive, golden "Big Nuggets" . You can’t make a certain guess at how much would they sell for, but it easily dwarfs the 10k they promised you. Not a second goes by before he closes it shut and confirms to his partner the legitimacy of its content. The slimy man nods and speaks dryly into the phone.

“Yeah, we’ve confirmed our payment. Code is E11090B all uppercase. Pleasure doing business with ya”

He ends the call and suddenly starts to pump his fist into the air, grinning triumphantly. “We did it! We fucking did it! When we failed to get a getaway Abra on time and those Gyakutatsu dipshits started to look for us I was sure we’d run out of luck! But no sir, we pulled this shit off!”

You interrupt his little celebration to demand your payment, they hand the remaining $8,000 without complaint. Filled with unfounded confidence they smile boldly while starting the car. “Catch ya later kid. Those Gyakutatsu couldn’t handle us. The main criminal organization of Silverpoint my ass, they are just a bunch of suckers.”

You can hear the man laughing loudly as they drive off. The sound of the old engine and the dim lights of the vehicle start to fade as they make their triumphant escape. Seconds later you hear something else, the flapping of wings and something flying over your head, larger than most Flying types in the city. You can only catch a glimpse of it as it flies into the night sky, following the men, It looks larger than a human, reptilian, with sharp talons and claws, and you can swear there’s someone riding it.

[1/2]
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>>5757975
Minutes later, the captain and his cronies join you. The man with an eyepatch quietly enjoys a cigarette as he stares into the night sky. “You shouldn’t have messed with us. No time to regret it now” his words carry a somber tone. He thanks you for a job well done and hands you your payment, 10k in cash.

A ferocious roar can faintly be heard in the distance.

[One-eyed captain]: Alright, we are done here. My men will escort you home, or wherever you need to be. Just forget what went down here tonight.

>Let’s return home, it’s pretty late so chances are your father is passed out by now. Besides the longer you stay here, the more danger you expose yourself to.
>Ask if you can return with them, at least for the night you just want to avoid getting home for the time being.
>Ask if there’s any way to join the group.
>Let’s go look for someplace to spend the night. You want to avoid going home but you aren’t going with them either.
>Tell them about the native girl, avoid saying that you were the one who tipped her off.
>Other/write-in.
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>>5757976
>Let’s go look for someplace to spend the night. You want to avoid going home but you aren’t going with them either.
This is a gentle reminder that we told the foreign girl to get the authorities to raid the Old Rod.
There is a non-trivial chance that the gangsters figure out we are involved in their misfortune somehow. For this reason, do not lead them back to our home.
We're 20k up. Just gotta make a clean break without raising any eyebrows.
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>>5757982
Supporting this instead actually, this is a good point.
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>>5757976

>>5757982
+1

It might work to our benefit to have his men lead us somewhere farther away so more of them can avoid getting caught up in the sweep, like a local hotel. At least this way, if they ask why we're avoiding home, it's to avoid our father's regular drunken bender.

Best case scenario, the cops don't do shit since they're already paid off by the Old Rod, worst case is only a couple of them get pinched since some of them got involved in the chase/trailing of us and the goons, and some of the others are busy leading us somewhere else, not to mention old Eyepatch here escaping the potential pinch too.

Seriously though, we should avoid going home.

QM, question, can we set up some sort of bank account yet, or is that sort of benefit afforded more easily to trainers?
Mostly thinking this because we can lose this money just as easily as we gained it, and until we have an actual Pokemon, we run the risk of losing it in contests of strengths.
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>>5757982
>>5758001
I support hotel. Could we stop by a pokemart? Get something for our Houndour. He's basically our out-of-ball-mon
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Sorry anons, gotta go. Last post of the night. Next update will be Friday the 8th around 11 am MDT
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>>5758022

Oh shit, yeah don't wanna abandon our mutt, yet i doubt any hotel will let in an unballed 'mon.
We could buy a pokeball and bluff that he's already a captured pokemon, but at the very least we should give him some food before we head off for the night, since he at least listened to us when we told him to stay put back near Old Rod.
Is he going to get caught up in the sweep??
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>>5757976
>Have them drop you off at the closest pokemart
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>>5757976
>Let’s go look for someplace to spend the night. You want to avoid going home but you aren’t going with them either.
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>>5757976
>Have them drop you off at the closest pokemart
"Gotta stay out a little longer, make sure dad is passed out for the night."
>Any chance you might need a gopher in the future? I won't be around for too long but I am alway open to making some dosh.
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>>5757976
>>5757982
+1
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>>5757982
>>5757986
>>5758001
>>5758022
>>5758031
>>5758076
>>5758101
>>5758123
>>5758188

Everything seems to have worked out in the end. At least for the time being. You got a Pokémon of your own (sort of), your pockets have never been fatter and most importantly you managed to keep yourself alive after being thrown in blind in a most strange ransom situation with a violent criminal group.

But you are not out of the woods yet. Letting these guys know where you and most importantly your sister lives, sounds like a terrible idea. If you end up landing on their bad side, you don’t want them to know where to find you. So, you ask them to escort you to the nearest 24/7 Poké Mart, where you can possibly load on supplies and decide where you’ll spend the night.

The captain obliges, ordering two of his men to accompany you before telling you to keep yourself out of trouble. As he walks away you can hear him have a conversation with one of his men. It’s probably bad judging by the terrified expression of the subordinate as he delivers what it seems to be bad news to the visually impaired high-ranking thug. “The Boss did what?... sure. Tell him I’ll deal with the girl once I get back…” You can only make sense of some parts of the captain’s response.

Before long, the captain and his men have gone and you’ve been left at a nearby Poké mart that’s open 24/7. The dim lights of the store are the only thing illuminating the street besides the few functional lamplights that remain around. From the silent darkness of the streets, a small figure emerges, it’s Houndour. The creature must have been waiting for you to be alone before showing itself, It’s understandable, after being so intimidated by that captain’s Grimmsnarl it must have chosen to keep its distance.

Did it return because of a newfound sense of loyalty or did he only come back because this is the area of the city the beast knows best and he has found in you a potential, secure, source of food? Judging by its cavalier attitude, it’s the latter.

You consider your options briefly. There’s always the Pokémon center open for trainers seeking a place to stay, but you technically aren’t one yet. You could also bum around In a nearby park but you’ll expose yourself to the perils of the night. With your newly found capital, you could easily find lodging in a hotel and get a good night of sleep. Though it seems wasteful, hotels can be expensive and there’s the issue of Houndour. You doubt most lodging options will let you wander inside with a nigh-feral fiery mangy death hound you just picked from the street a couple of hours ago. You could possibly find a workaround, but it may be more trouble than it's worth. Even though some nice, uninterrupted sleep without having to worry about being woken up for an ass beating is quite tempting.
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>>5758843

Whatever happens next, for a brief moment you can take a breather and relax. You’ve come out of these shenanigans mostly unscathed and even made some decent profit. All things considered, this has been a productive day.
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OOC:
Sorry for the lateness, some stuff came up. Also, this seems like a nice place to wrap things up for the time being.

I'll be taking a break until Sunday the 10th, I will be back around 1 pm MDT.

>>5758001
You could set up a bank account, but since ANON it's still a minor he'll need a guardian to accompany him and the account itself would be severely restricted, on the other hand. Once he gets a Trainer License, he can set up an account on his own, with no problem.

Thanks for dropping by. See you next time. MediocreQM out.
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>>5758843

Seems like the foreign girl is getting thrown to the wolves, for nothing in return. Sheesh, sucks to suck, but hey, her fault for not knowing common, perhaps? Any sort of justification would work here, just to keep our head clear. Real shame for her though.

> 1) Head into Pokémart to acquire supplies.

With $20,000 as a baseline, and given QM's statement that Pokeballs regularly cost 200, assuming no inflation as a result, standard options available to zero-badge trainers most likely are:
Pokeball - $200
Potion - $300
Antidote - $100
Paralyze Heal - $200
(Based off Gen 4's Mart system that adds items of increasing rarity with Badge accumulation, Sandgem Town-Bulbapedia) I think these prices are really cheap, potentially so cheap because it's usually a registered (Lab) Trainer that buys stuff, so we might have a rude awakening in regards to prices come Sunday.

Assuming the prices don't shift dramatically, I think we should:

> 2) Ask Pokémart employee if there are any promotions regards bulk pokeball purchases (buy 10 Pokéballs, get 1 Premier ball free) since it might be like those 'hidden menu' type options that official Trainers are informed of and not the local populace.

> 2a) If true: Consider buying a stack of 10 Pokéballs to get the extra Premier ball. Decent if the stack cost is $2000, but if the prices do shift, it might not be worth it past $5,000.
> 2b) If false: Consider he's lying through his teeth, but concede and buy 6 Pokéballs anyway. We need at least one for future bluffs involving our new mutt, and we need some to spare if we come across something particularly useful, the (potentially) 'roided out Slakoths come to mind.

> 3) Buy a couple potions, prices permitting: 5

Depending on how QM runs his world, not sure what other options might pop up in the shops, like repels and escape ropes, both somewhat niche but countless uses if we put our heads together.

> 4) Buy some food for our mutt (might as well buy his loyalty until we earn it, especially since we'll need him to acquire stronger Pokémon in the very near future).

I think these are things we'd all agree to, since we need it as a foundation, even if it sets us back a bit monetarily. Personally, I think after a small shopping spree, we should risk heading into a hotel and bluffing our way into a room. Genuinely deserve some rest for the upcoming days, and avoiding our father's drunken rage turned robbery of our new pocket change is always a plus. Besides, the mutt deserves a night that isn't spent on the streets, and it definitely helps in his impression that we're the road to a better life if he complies with us.

> 5) Head to a hotel, bluff the mutt (needs a name?) is owned and docile (see: "Stay close and don't set anything on fire and we can actually stay somewhere comfortable and not outside") long enough to spend the night somewhere safe to get our affairs in order.

Trying to head home with this kind of cash is an easy way to lose it all. I think.
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>>5758843
Damn, hopefully the foreign girl doesn't get roughed up too bad.
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>>5758896
It sucks, but we DID tell her to "get someone to help her" so if she decided to walk into the lion's den by herself that's her mistake.
>>5758894
I agree with this idea, but I'll wait for QM to post some options before full supporting this plan.
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>>5758898
There is the possibility she misunderstood that as we'll help her, which is why she thanked us.
So hopefully she doesn't get roughed up too bad.
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This is a pretty grimdark world, so the chance of her ending up as meat in a fast food stall or being pimped out is non-zero. Eye patch seems like he might have a soft spot for kids though so she might still be alive.
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So we fed this semi-feral Houndour once and that's all it took for it to follow us around for entire day ....ooohkay.

>>5758896
I hope she does
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>>5759116
We have proven our alphaness
>>5758896
She better not tell them it was us who told her
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>>5759116
We also booted it in the nose. We're it's meal ticket. It's mutualism. I was excited because I like Houndour. The biggest letdown in Gold/Silver was you could only catch them in Kanto.
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>>5759116
You've never fed a stray before?
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I'm not sure if leaving our sister alone at home with our father for this long is the best idea.
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>>5759732
We can go home when we aren't being tailed by Pokemon yakuza. The yakuza are way worse than our father
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>>5759732

While I agree leaving her behind/alone for days on end is a bad idea, we have just recently left her with a somewhat large amount of leftovers. That will definitely last at least *one* night while we enjoy the fruits of our labor, and brainstorm ways to keep our newfound capital under wraps, as well as plan out the remainder of the week until the end of the Trainer Test.
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We should set aside some time to properly form a basis of communication with the hound.
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>>5759773
>we have just recently left her with a somewhat large amount of leftovers
>That will definitely last at least *one* night
Idk Anon, they only recover 10% hp every turn
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>>5760146
kek
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>>5758853
Come back QM
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There’s a bright sign with the chain’s name on it, proudly stating that they are open all day, every day. “For all your Trainer and everyday needs, 24/7 all year long!” With a droopy-looking Psyduck caricature dressed as a worker.

It’s really just convenience that also carries a slightly bigger selection of Trainer Trainer-related goods than the competition, and that’s not by much. Most businesses have some form of service related to Pokémon Training, and most of the basics are on the cheaper side of things to incentivise people to raise their own mons. After all, that's the backbone of Aztlan’s economy, or at least that's what you’ve heard on the news.

You step inside the store. A faint humming coming from the ceiling lights is the only thing that greets you as enter. The front clerk, a man just barely older than you is mindlessly scrolling through his phone. The only other person inside the store is a girl. She flips through the pages of some Eastern type of comic found in the magazine rack, on her hand is a basket brimming with snacks and confections. Her complexion is pale to the point it looks sickly, her hair is dyed in unnaturally obnoxious colors. Her skin looks a bit greasy, and she smells, odd, to say the least. She’s too engrossed in whatever she’s reading to notice your presence.

There’s plenty of food and canned goods to go grocery shopping as well as snacks and junk food galore. A selection of status healing items is presented on display, Antidotes, Paralyze Heal, Burn Heal. No Full Heal though, those are usually harder to come by, and they are only sold to Trainers with plenty of badges or in certain positions. There are plenty of regular potions and repel as well. Besides that, there’s also a bin full of “Escape Ropes”. As well as a whole section filled with Pokémon feed appropriate to the most general selections of mons, also Poke-Treats ™. These berry-based chunks of self-proclaimed savory goodness advertise themselves as a good reward for your “Trusted Poké-friends” and a useful tool for training your mons.

Behind the counter are plenty of standard-issue Poke balls, the problem is, you can´t buy them without a Trainer License or a special permit. Maybe you could try and convince or bribe the young man handling the counter to get you some.

Houndour refuses to enter inside the store, he just waits, pacing around the empty street, giving you half expectantly stares across the window from outside the window from time to time.

From the corner of your eye, you notice that the store has a couple of working security cams recording what goes inside and outside the place.
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>>5760647
Now, are you going to buy anything? These are the things that seemed a bit useful, you may have overlooked some.

>Escape Rope: 550
>Repel: 350
>Groceries: 1,500 Should last you and your sister about a week.
>Snacks: 1,000 Just enjoy a bit of your cash.
>A bag of Poke Feed: 500 Should be able to feed Houndour for a week. It also seems safe for human consumption.
>Poke-Treats: 300: It has few of them, should last a couple of uses.
>Antidote: 100
>Paralyze Heal: 200
>Burn Heal: 250
> Ice Heal: 250
>Awakening: 250
>Potion: 300
>Poke ball: 200 (You may need to bribe or convince the guy behind the counter to sell them to you.)

>Buy something (Specify)
>Shoplift. Needs roll. Roll becomes harder the more things you desire to shoplift (Specify)
>You are good, no need for anything right now.
>Other/ write-in.

Current money: 20,000
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>>5760651
>Buy:
>Bag of Poke Feed
>Poke-Treats
>Groceries
Do we really need Poke balls right now? We can always buy them after getting the trainer license.
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>>5760651
>>5760668
Support
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>>5760651
>Bag of Poke Feed
>Bag of Poketreats
>2 Burn Heals (for us, not Houndour)
>2 Potions
>Groceries
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>>5760668
Currently, there are stronger than average mons loose nearby from whatever failed research thing went wrong, namely the Slakoths/Mankeys. Catching them requires Pokeballs.
Waiting until the week ends and we get to turn in our assignment of a befriended pokemon without the use of a pokeball runs the risk that all the outliers will be captured and taken away.
Hence wanting to get Pokeballs as soon as possible.

>>5760651

>Buy:
>Groceries
>Bag of PokeFeed
>Poke-Treats
>3 Potions
>2 Antidotes
>2 Paralyze Heal
>2 Ice Heal
>2 Awakening
>2 Burn Heal
>3 Repels
>2 Escape Ropes

Price: $7,450.

Expensive, yes, but we're going to encounter pokemon who can inflict a number of statuses, either to our Pokemon, or ourselves, or others around us. Better safe than sorry.
The Pokeball issue, I'm not sure what to do.
I think it's worth attempting to convince the worker that we left our Trainer License at home, and I think when he see's the amount we're already planning on spending just on *regular* Trainer supplies, that it's more likely than not we're seasoned Trainers.

>Bluff that we've already gotten our Trainer License the year before, and are stocking up on supplies to catch some wild pokemon we've heard about near the mine, and thus need some Pokeballs.

>Attempt to buy 10 Pokeballs for $2000 (The more we spend, the more like an actual Trainer we look like).

Final Price: $9,450.
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>>5760681
+1
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>>5760651
>>5760681
+1

Need to come up with a cover story to dad on where we got the money for groceries from. And definitely get that money hidden.
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>>5760681
Support, I don't think we need to buy literally everything we need at the moment. Much easier to bring home a smaller bag of shit than a mountain of items with no explanation of where we got it from.
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>>5760681
+1
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>>5760668
>>5760680
>>5760695

>>5760681
>>5760719
>>5760724
>>5760766
>>5760773


>Bag of Poke Feed
>Bag of Poketreats
>2 Burn Heals
>2 Potions
>Groceries
>Total: 3,400

Current money: 20,000
16,600

For the time being, just the basics should suffice. With this you can keep Houndour fed and probably non-aggressive towards you for the remainder of week. You stock up in a pack of treats destined to help you keep the reigns on your canine cooperator and Burn Heals for yourself in case things go awry with the mon.

Status healing items as well as potions are usually meant for Pokémon use only, but they can work on people to a lesser extent, mitigating the negative effects until you get proper treatment. It’s better than nothing. Potions and Healing berries won’t mend humans’ wounds, but you can use potions to disinfect a wound before patching it up.

You’d wonder how all these medical substances can have the same or similar effects on all types of Pokémon but are rendered much less effective on people or other types of living creatures, but you don’t really care. Your sister is the one interested in these kinds of subjects, not you.

The tired store clerk hands you your items without much care and monotonously wishes you a good night. You believe it’s worth it, with this, your sister nor you have to worry about going hungry for a while.

[1/2]
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>>5760793
Now, where do you go from here?

>The nearest public park.
There are a couple of benches, and maybe Houndour could try and keep guard. That being said, the city isn’t the safest place at night, and you have no idea if any unwanted visitors could show up in the midst of your rest.

>Seedy motel: 2,000 a night.
There’s a seedy motel nearby, usually reserved for couples but they don’t seem to have a policy against singles, not very expensive judging by the prices on their signs. You could rent a room just for enough hours to get some rest and the place seems sketchy enough to not ask for any type of ID

>Pokémon Center.
Most Pokémon Centers offer very cheap and, in some cases, free lodging for trainers going on their Pokémon journey, thing is you don’t have a license to prove you are one yet. Maybe the staff won’t care, you are technically a Trainer already, you got a Pokémon with you after all and you’ll be getting that license soon enough, or you could just bluff.

>Chain motel: 4,000 a night
There’s a decent motel nearby, It’s part of a large chain across the country so it’s a bit more regulated and has a higher standard of quality. Pokémon can enter free of charge alongside their trainer, so as long Houndour doesn’t try to main someone there should be no problem with letting him in.

>Expensive hotel: 10,000 a night
This is an actual hotel, a whole, tall building located in one of the more “exclusive” parts of town you’d had to bike quite a distance to get there, and paying those fees could be a pain. You could try and lie your way into a room, but it seems risky, their security is tighter than in the other places.

>Stay in the Poke-mart
That weird girl reading comics on the corner of the store doesn't seem to have any intention of leaving soon. And the clerk doesn't seem to care either. Maybe you could stay awake in here and let the night pass. You'll be quite tired tomorrow but you and your money will be safe for the time being.

Or you could

>Go back home.
It’s late enough, chances are you dear old already hit the hay. Also, the thugs from earlier are nowhere to be seen so they can’t follow you. You could leave the groceries there and check up on your sister. You just need to be careful with the remainder of your money.

>Other/write-in.
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>>5760794
Is there an abandoned building we could squat in? Our urban exploration surely found something we could use.
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>>5760794
Insane idea here guys but track me.
We can get envelopes, fill em each with a little bit of the cash and spread out cash through multiple hiding spots, maybe get a collar or something or find where Houndour lays up at night. Leave him with some of our cash to guard and some treats. Nobody looking for easy cash is fucking with a dog that can burn their jeans off and if they really want it that bad it's not like we could stop them either. We let him hold onto 5, 5 gets hidden away near home, 5 gets hidden away INSIDE the home, and the rest we keep on us as pocket change and if we lose it whoever jacked us isn't about to go on a treasure hunt.

>Go Back Home.
It's not the most ideal situation to be in but a home is a home for right now at least, at worst our sister could be catching something we could take better. At best he's already asleep and we have the time to stuff some cash in a vent and put a little outside in an old tire or something.
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>>5760794
I kind of want to go to the Pokémon Center to get Houndour a check up (and hopefully get lodging). Although I have no idea if they'll look at a Pokémon without a ball.
Otherwise my vote is for the chain motel, since it's probably safer than the seedy one.
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>>5760796
+1
Go idea and I'd like to be frugal with our money.
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>>5760795
Abandoned buildings, could be an option.

There are plenty of abandoned buildings around. Alongside fledging gang members and homelessness, abandoned buildings are thriving in Silverpoint City. You know your way around the zone so you know which ones are less danger-prone. But none are danger-free, you are not the only squatter around by far.
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>>5760814
Then whatever one of those has the best "spot". A nicely secluded, relatively comfortable, inconspicuous space. A secret base, if you will.
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>>5760794
>Seedy motel: 2,000 a night
I'll take the risk to halve the price
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>>5760794
>>Go back home.
I don't feel comfortable leaving our sister home alone with Dad. At the very least, if he's beating us he's not beating her, or worse. Let's not get a Lisa the Painful situation going.
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>>5760794
>Go back home
Also supporting hiding the money idea
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>>5760794
>Go back home.
Little sisters are important, also she could probably help with training our pokemon
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>>5760795
>>5760796
>>5760797
>>5760805
>>5760822
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>>5760873
>>5760874

After some consideration, you decide to head back home. Staying anywhere else means spending more money or leaving yourself in an unsafe situation, not like your house is the picture of calm and safety but you can keep an eye on your sister that way. With a plastic bag filled with your newly acquired goodies and plenty of money left you make your way towards your home. It’s not too far and luckily you don’t run into any more unexpected surprises along the way.

On your way home you start to brainstorm some ideas to safekeep the money you got. There are plenty of hiding spots near the area, you could keep a stash, another back in your room, hidden for safekeeping and you could even leave one with Houndour. The mutt is not trained to be a guard dog but at least he could keep wandering onlookers at a distance with its threatening disposition. You'll look for some envelopes tomorrow morning, and for the night you'll just tightly clutch your hard-earned money.

You find yourself, once again, near the front lawn. It’s dead quiet, all lights are off. Seems like you are in the clear. Houndour doesn’t seem interested in following you any further, stopping itself as he realizes you are heading to the door. He barks once to get your attention before turning away and slowly making his way down the street, he walks slowly while examining its surroundings. Maybe it's looking for a new hiding spot near you. You are not sure how it'll react to your sister, your father or his vicious Zangoose.
>Give the Pokémon it’s space. Let it go do its thing
>Try to convince it to enter your home. Use a treat.
>Try to convince it to stay on the front lawn. Use a treat.
>Order it to enter your home.
>Order it to stay on the front lawn.
>Other/ Write-in.
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>>5760877
>>Give the Pokémon it’s space. Let it go do its thing
Give it a treat before it goes.
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>>5760877
>>5760882
This
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>>5760877
>>5760882
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>>5760882
This with just maybe some words for him, just a "See you tomorrow?" get him used to our voice. See if he can understand us like other Mon can.
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>>5760882
>>5760886
>>5760903
>>5760917


The hellish hound has done an acceptable job for the day, he didn’t land you on more unnecessary trouble and the thing seems to have gained an inkling of respect for you as it doesn’t try to attack you anymore. To commend his efforts and build some rapport with it you figure is best to give it a treat.

You open the little plastic bag and the emaciated mon’s head perks right up. He could smell the treats the moment you tore the plastic. Houndour approaches you, a bit closer than before but refuses to take it from your hand. The mutt sits there, its gaze fixated on the self-proclaimed delectable prize. The Pokémon starts to get a little anxious, breathing faster and containing itself from barking loudly so you just throw it its way. The creature practically runs to catch it and devours it hastily.

"See you tomorrow?" You ask the beast, unsure if it even has the cognitive capabilities to understand the meaning of your words. Houndour just grunts in response, better than nothing you suppose.

Houndour seems content as he walks away licking its snout. They can’t be that tasty. A part of you is curious about its taste but not enough to put Poke food in your mouth, you are not even hungry right now, would be a waste.

You stand in front of your door.

You know he’s asleep. That it is safe to come in, but you still hesitate as the feeling of unrest resists going away.

Living room is a mess. Bottles and cans are everywhere, and small puddles of the beverage stain the floor. Some of the furniture is strewn around and the designated punching wall has a couple of new notches, he probably had a temper tantrum while you were gone. You just hope his impotent rage didn’t reach your sister.

The man seems to have locked himself in his room after a bender, it’s preferable that way. You don’t have to gaze at his inebriated self, laying on a plaster of his own puke as his Zangoose threatens you to help him move his overweight unconscious should-be carcass.

As quietly as you possibly can you enter the bedroom. You share it with your younger sibling. The girl is huddled up in a corner, covered in a blanket, tightly hugging her most precious possessions. If yours is your bike then hers is that small Mudkip plushie she’s had all her short life, the vibrant blue and orange colors have faded with time, but she cherishes it nonetheless. That plush and her drawings are probably the only things she can claim as truly hers. She probably spent most of her evening pretending to not be there, being as quiet as possible in hopes of remaining unnoticed.

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There don’t seem to be any major bruises on her. Father is quick to land his hands on both of you, but he usually shows a bit more restraint with her, it’s only when you are gone for long periods of time that his rage reaches her. The worst part is how he acts afterwards, he never cares much for what he does to you, but he acts apologetic and regretful when he hurts her. If he truly cares for her, why does he keep doing it? He just acts nice for a day or two, then wallows in self-pity, drowns himself in more alcohol and substances and he’s back to his usual capricious, raging drunkard self.



There’s no point in getting wrapped up in these unnecessary thoughts, you got stuff to do tomorrow, and you need some rest. You gently grab your sister and place her on the lower part of the bunk bed you share and then climb on top of your old mattress.

As you start to lose consciousness and begin to fall asleep, you can’t help but think off…

>The days were your father pretended to be a better man than he really is.
>How death looks like. You’ve seen it before, remember?
>You dream of revenge, of having enough power to take what you want and give everyone their just desserts. To have your hands around the neck of the old bastard and see him in pain.
>Nothing, push those thoughts back. They are unnecessary.
>Other/Write-in.
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>>5760928
>How death looks like. You’ve seen it before, remember?
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Last post of the night. I'll be back tomorrow around 10 am MDT, probably. I'll set up a pastebin with our inventory to better keep track of things.

See ya anons.
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>>5760928
> How death looks like. You’ve seen it before, remember?
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>>5760928
>You dream of revenge, of having enough power to take what you want and give everyone their just desserts. To have your hands around the neck of the old bastard and see him in pain.
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>>5760928
>>The days were your father pretended to be a better man than he really is.
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>>5760928
>How death looks like. You’ve seen it before, remember?
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>>5760928
>Other/Write-in.
>When home felt like a home. You and your sister had meals to eat and didn't dread entering the front door. Where could it be for the both of you now?
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>>5760928
>>How death looks like. You’ve seen it before, remember?
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>>5760928
You got me curious I must know
>How death looks like. You’ve seen it before, remember?
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>>5760928
>How death looks like. You’ve seen it before, remember?

Had to work most of the day, sorry for missing the thread.

I suppose we need to hid our new loot in the morning. Give Sis like half the food and help her stash it away so she has something in case we are gone for a while. And when we hid the money, she needs to know where it is, just in case the worst happens, so she will have something to help her out.

If we see one for a decent price, we should try and buy her a new sketchbook with some pencils and maybe another doll; not to replace the one she loves but so it has company. But make sure she keeps anything we give her hidden or out of sight. I don't want our dead beat dad to start asking where we got the money or try and roll us for it.

I am now more convinced than ever when we leave this dump, our sister is coming with us since apparently if we aren't around he starts to us her as his punching bag.

If we happen to get in good with the Yaks or become strong enough, killing him would do the world a favor.
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>>5761053

Gotta wonder what the best way to keep her safe is. Bring her with us on a pokemon journey? Would she be able to crash at pokemon centers with us? Or would it be better to get an apartment in another city and have her live there with us? School is going to notice if she vanishes though.

Guess it depends a lot on what our long term plan is.
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>>5761175
Acquire tent
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>>5761257
based
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>>5761257
I can get behind this.
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>>5761257
On the road living? Amazing idea.
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>>5760993
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>>5761053

You were 9 or 10 at the time, your memory of those days is a little fuzzy. Your father, sister and you were walking towards the hospital to visit her, your mother. On the way, you noticed a little Zigzagoon lying near the sidewalk, It seemed gravely injured, two of its limbs were in tatters, it was probably run over by an unsuspecting driver. You rushed towards the body in hopes of helping it.

“Hey, don’t get near that! It’s not safe.” Your father protested, worried.
“But Dad, we need to help it! It’s hurt”
“It’s not hurt son, It’s dead. No longer in this world” He didn’t want you to see it, death is inevitable, but he didn’t want to expose you to it more than what’s necessary. “Don’t worry, it’s not suffering anymore.” He tried to bring some form of comfort with his words so you wouldn’t dwell too much on those thoughts of finality.

You understood the concept of death, more or less. Everything has to end someday, but it never felt real to you. It was something that happened to characters on movies and TV to make the scene sadder, you couldn’t imagine it happening to you or anyone close to you, it was unfeasible to your young mind.

The hospital always made you feel uncomfortable, people rushed in and out, visibly stressed. The halls and beds filled with the sick and the hurt. But it was worth it, to reach that room at the end of the hall and be able to see her again. That gentle smile that she always had.

A couple of months back, your mother started to feel sick, she was tired all the time and couldn’t handle most foods. Your father worried and took her to the doctor. They said she should stay in there. At the time, you didn’t understand why it took her so long to get better, but you were sure that one day, the four of you would walk out of the hospital and be together again.

She always put a brave face when you came to visit, even though you were young you could notice that she was putting all of her efforts to be welcoming. She’d play little games with you and your sister, talk to you about your days in school, about all the things you’d do as a family once she’s no longer ill. She soothed your worries saying that your visits made her feel better.

But she never recuperated, she kept getting worse with each passing week, every month. She stopped having any energy left just lying in bed with a sad and pained expression. Your mother became more irritable at times, and sometimes she was just plain unresponsive, but she always tried to greet and send you off with that warm, gentle smile.

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>>5761479
Until one day it just stopped, that little joy she tried to show when you were around got replaced with tired, pained groans, and a sunken, dark expression on her progressively emaciated self. She no longer could keep up as the pain wasted her away.

You thought that it was just a bad day, that she’d feel better on your next visit and would look at you with that gentle smile of hers. But that day never came. You never saw that loving expression ever again.

That pained and tired look on her face never went away. It was always present whenever you came to visit her. It haunted you on your way back home. You started to dread coming to visit her, to see her in that state, knowing that nothing you could do would help her, that any affection, love, or care she could muster was long gone, the only thing she could feel at that moment was pain and discomfort. She never said it, but you couldn’t help but interpret those empty, dead eyes of hers as a silent plea “Let this end”.

You couldn't blame her, those last months of her life, she only knew agony.

Even at her funeral, the embalmer tried to pretty up her corpse, to make her look as she did before, but whenever you looked at her, you saw it again. The face of someone who’s in so much pain that the act of living has become torture on itself.

It wasn’t a dramatic reveal or a sudden, shocking, or traumatic experience. It was just the natural conclusion of a long and harrowing ordeal.

A part of you was glad when she was finally gone. “It’s not suffering anymore.” The words from your father still echo in your head from time to time.


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>>5761480
You are finally awake, you dislike those types of dreams, the ones that linger on after they end. But it’s just your subconscious trying to sort itself out, dragging the past forth so it won’t be forgotten. There’s no time to dwell on it, nor do you want to think too much about it. You have a whole day ahead of you and it's early enough to make the most of it. Judging by the loud groaning that can be heard coming from your father’s room he’s probably busy nursing a headache.


First order of business, you have plenty of cash and you don’t want to lose it.

>Keep all of it on your person. No safer place than with yourself.
>Hide 5k here at home, another 5k in a hiding place nearby, and a final 5k wherever Houndour is resting and keep the change.
>Keep it half and half, find a secure hiding spot near your home put 8k on there, and take with you the rest.
>Trust it to your little sister, your father shouldn’t have any idea to think she has access to money. Give 10K to her and keep the rest.
>Other/Write-in

Then, after stashing away the groceries you got yesterday you should.
>Try and make some homemade breakfast for you and your sister.
>Today you’ll try to focus on getting Houndour to obey or at least listen to you.
>Let’s go get some more supplies. There are bigger, more specialized stores in the city open right now. Let’s hit town and make use of your cash.
> You still need more cash. Let’s wander around town looking for possible ways to make some more money.
>You already have Houndour accompanying you, but it may be for the best to scout locations for other wild Pokémon, be it to battle or catch.
>Let’s just wander around the city, not looking for anything in particular, and see what lands your way.
>Other/ write-in
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>>5761485
> (Other) Our father is a drunk. There are likely glass bottles littering our home. Place a portion of our funds in the several bottles. Fill the remaining space within the bottles with dirt or gravel. Cork/cap the bottles. Securely tie a length of string around each bottle's neck. At this point, the bottles can be hidden underground or beneath bodies of water with the string serving to mark their location to us.
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>>5761485
>Keep it half and half, find a secure hiding spot near your home put 8k on there, and take with you the rest.

>Try and make some homemade breakfast for you and your sister.
>Today you’ll try to focus on getting Houndour to obey or at least listen to you.

Grind those social links!
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>>5761485
> (Other) Our father is a drunk. There are likely glass bottles littering our home. Place a portion of our funds in the several bottles. Fill the remaining space within the bottles with dirt or gravel. Cork/cap the bottles. Securely tie a length of string around each bottle's neck. At this point, the bottles can be hidden underground or beneath bodies of water with the string serving to mark their location to us.

>Try and make some homemade breakfast for you and your sister.
>Today you’ll try to focus on getting Houndour to obey or at least listen to you.
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>>5761491
> Today you’ll try to focus on getting Houndour to obey or at least listen to you.
Before we can properly train our Houndour in battle, there are two things that must be done.
Firstly, we'll need to restore its physical condition by keeping it well nourished.
Secondly, we'll need to condition it to follow our directions.
Both of these tasks will require food so it would be wise to bring some along.
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>>5761485
>Trust it to your little sister, your father shouldn’t have any idea to think she has access to money. Give 10K to her and keep the rest.

>Try and make some homemade breakfast for you and your sister.
>Today you’ll try to focus on getting Houndour to obey or at least listen to you.
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>>5761485
>>Keep it half and half, find a secure hiding spot near your home put 8k on there, and take with you the rest.
>Today you’ll try to focus on getting Houndour to obey or at least listen to you.
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>>5761485
>Keep it half and half, find a secure hiding spot near your home put 8k on there, and take with you the rest
>Try and make some homemade breakfast for you and your sister.
>Today you’ll try to focus on getting Houndour to obey or at least listen to you.
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>>5761491
>>5761493
>>5761494
>>5761497
>>5761506
>>5761514
>>5761546

You decide to split the money in two parts, you’ll carry around half of it and stash away the rest in a secure location. Just burying or hiding the money doesn’t feel safe enough. As you take a glimpse at the bottles lying in the kitchen and living room you come up with an idea.

You wake up your sister and ask her if she has any strings and cords lying around her art supplies and luckily enough, she has some. After cleaning the bottle, you put $8,400 inside it, later you’ll fill it with dirt, so the contents aren’t clear to the naked eye, seal it with a cork, tie some string around the bottle’s neck to easily identify it, and then hide it away. It may be a bit overkill, but it doesn’t hurt to be safe.

With that out of the way, you mosey to the kitchen to hide the groceries from plain sight, only storing the bare minimum of perishable food in the fridge. You make a mental note to inform your sister where to find the food and not tell your father about it.
Taking advantage that the old man is still locked in his room, you decide to try and cook a quick breakfast for you and the little sleepy runt who has a serious case of bed hair. Once you are done, you’ll head out to search for Houndour and start its training.

Roll me a 1d100 to determine [ANON]’s base cooking capabilities.
Best of three.

Less than 50: actively dangerous.
50: Bad
65: Mediocre
75: Decent
85: Pretty good cook
95: ???
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Rolled 56 (1d100)

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>>5761592
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Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>5761592
>>5761602
I forgot to roll
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Rolled 93 (1d100)

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>>5761612
So close... he's still cooking something though fr.
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>>5761612
Clutch roll.
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>>5761596
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>>5761612

You decide to cook something simple and quick; you take the ingredients and spices from their hiding place and turn on the stove, heating the pan with just enough oil to avoid making the dish too greasy. You dice up some parsley and vegetables and mix them with some eggs. Because of your precarious diet, your sister and you have, she has a hard time eating fresh vegetables and forces herself to consume them, so you’ve developed the habit of hiding them a little for her.

“Are you cooking?” Asks your sister in an incredulous voice as she rushes to the kitchen and starts to set the table at the sight of your work in the kitchen. You don’t really understand why she gets so excited when you cook, It’s not much better than any food but she seems to enjoy it so you won’t complain.

You season the mixture to taste, toast the bread just enough, melt a decent amount of cheese, warm up the ham so its temperature doesn’t clash with the rest of the dish, add a last dash of salt and pepper. And you got it, two egg and ham sandwiches, salty, melty, and piping hot.

As you serve the sandwiches you see the eyes of your sister fixated on the simple breakfast, She can barely contain herself, but she waits until you sit down to eat with her. The moment you take the first bite she devours the whole thing in a heartbeat. She seems regretful after leaving her plate empty so soon, good thing you made another one so she can eat lunch later.

Anon has been cooking for himself and his sister for quite some time now, and even though there’s a constant scarcity of food in your pantry aside from the take-out your father brings from to time, he’s picked up a couple of tricks through the years. When his mother fell ill and his father still tried to cook, he helped in the kitchen constantly. And even though your father gave up on doing anything around the house years ago, Anon still keeps at it.

>Talent Acquired
>Cooking Skills: Anon doesn’t seem to think much of his deft hands and ability inside the kitchen. He figures this must be normal for most people. But he has quite the potential as a culinary master. Rolls related to food preparation will have a bonus and will be harder to fail. A good enough roll related to cooking may grant some benefits and bonuses to the food being prepared.

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>>5761629
It’s still pretty early so you’ve got plenty of time before those Remedial Classes you are supposed to attend if you want that Trainer License. Best make use of these hours. You affectionately ruffle your little sister's hair before heading off. This seems to fluster her in the most adorable manner. She gives you a not-so-honest "Don't do that!" before telling to take care.

You grab some of the Poke feed you bought yesterday as well as the treat and prepare to meet the fiery canine. It doesn’t take long before you find it, following its trademark, obnoxious and aggressive barking. You find it not far away from your home, hiding in an alley between two run-down residential complexes. You find it growling like a maniac. Houndour was busy chasing off a pair of kids who were taking their Lilipup for a walk. Your partner in crime seems quite territorial and still not fond of humans, no matter how small they are.

You try to greet it but the mutt glances at you apathetically, only standing up after you present to him a bowl full of feed and another with some water. Houndour seems a bit unsure of the food for a moment, probably thinking he’d prefer the scraps you gave it yesterday but still partakes in the mass-produced kibble. Once it has its fill the creature makes its way towards your side, seemingly signaling that it's ready to follow you for the day.
>Take him to a Pokemon center for a general checkup. It should cost around $500 but you could get a general idea of its current state.
> Houndour seems used to you by this point but he’s still quite aggressive towards other people. Maybe you should try to get him accustomed to humans first. Take him someplace where there are plenty of people but he’s not an immediate threat.
>First things first. You need it to obey your commands or at the very least understand. Stay in the alleyway and work in your communication, one-on-one. Simple exercises should be the best. You got the treats to bribe it with.
>As it stands, having him roam around freely it’s probably not a good idea. You could go to a larger Pokémon oriented store in search of a fire-resistant leash and collar. Even though you don’t know if the mon will let you put it on its neck.
>Maybe you could get some help from someone who has actual experience training Pokémon, look for someone willing to give you a hand?
>Learn as you go. Let’s explore an area populated by wild Pokémon, see how it behaves, and if it’s willing to obey your orders in a combat situation.
>Other/ write-in.
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>>5761630
>Take him to a Pokemon center for a general checkup. It should cost around $500 but you could get a general idea of its current state.

We should go in alone first and give them a heads up that he is a stray we are planning on befriending/training eventually but want to make sure he is up for it medically first. Let them know he may be a little skittish.

Pokemon centers can also probably provide some tips or resources for Pokemon rearing.
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>>5761630
>>First things first. You need it to obey your commands or at the very least understand. Stay in the alleyway and work in your communication, one-on-one. Simple exercises should be the best. You got the treats to bribe it with.
This, then a checkup if we have the time. We can socialize him later, once we can stop him from going after someone. Or their food, more likely.
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>>5761630
> Houndour seems used to you by this point but he’s still quite aggressive towards other people. Maybe you should try to get him accustomed to humans first. Take him someplace where there are plenty of people but he’s not an immediate threat
The center and getting it to follow simple commands are great ideas, but I think mitigating the risk of a mauling comes first.
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>>5761638
+1
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>>5761638
+1
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>>5761630
>>First things first. You need it to obey your commands or at the very least understand. Stay in the alleyway and work in your communication, one-on-one. Simple exercises should be the best. You got the treats to bribe it with.
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>>5761636
+1
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For the time being it’s better to keep it simple. You need Houndour to be able to follow simple instructions before you can bring him anywhere else. He seems to follow you on its own accord as long as you keep it fed and it already recognizes you by smell. You thought he understood your commands when you ordered it to stay outside the Old-Rod while you dealt with those thugs, but it could be its seeming aversion of entering buildings. The Houndour stayed clear off the Poke mart and your house when you entered those.

What are you going to try and teach it first?

>Stop:
He keeps growling to any passerby dumb enough to get near the beast. With a firm and authoritative tone, you’ll try to keep it from happening. Ordering it loudly to stop whenever it starts to growl at others. Hopefully, it’ll get the message through its thick skull. You might not be able to order him to do stuff, but you can at least prevent it from causing too much trouble even when its temperament starts to run wild.

>Trust:
Houndour might not be actively trying to maul you, but it is still apprehensive of letting you too near. There’s no need to pet it, but if you manage to get it to eat out of your hand or tolerate your physical touch you might be able to work better together. That being said, if you mess up you are open to being mauled by the canine.

>Attack:
This is the most basic of commands during battle. Houndour might not understand what moves you want it to use, but you could at least try to make him understand when you consider something a threat and when you need his assistance in dealing with it. His fiery and violent temperament may be more suited to this type of order and it could be a step towards making it differentiate between allies and mauling victims.

>Simple commands (Stay, follow me, fetch)
You need to establish a basis of communication, the best you can come up with at the moment is trying to make it understand the words, or at least the tone of your commands. Nothing too complicated, Pokémon are supposed to be decently smart creatures, you just aren’t sure if it's willing to follow your orders. But this could be the first step to understanding one another. Seems less risk-prone, slow but steady.

>Other/ write-in.
All these options require dice rolls. Write-ins can either help or hurt its difficulty.
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Last post of the night. I'll update on Tuesday the 12th around 2 pm MDT. Have a good night.
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>>5761706
>Simple commands (Stay, follow me, fetch)

I'm thinking small steps for the moment. Trust should build naturally over time.
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>>5761706
>Simple commands (Stay, follow me, fetch)
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>>5761706
>Simple commands (Stay, follow me, fetch)
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>>5761706
>>5761714
+1
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>>5761706
>Simple commands (Stay, follow me, fetch)
Baby steps. Also, once we get our licence, perhaps we could go back to the captain to see if he likes us enough to help us train the mon.
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>>5761706
>>Trust:
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>>5761706
>>Simple commands (Stay, follow me, fetch)
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>>5761706
>Trust
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>>5761714
+1
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>>5761714
>>5761724
>>5761725
>>5761751
>>5761778
>>5761835
>>5761926
>>5761929
>>5762049

Better start with the basics. Once you have an inkling of communication going between the two of you and it gets used to obey your commands you can try other types of training with more ease.

Roll me 1d100+10
The 10 is a bonus from the treats you brought.

DC
>50: Slight success.
>65: Medium success
>85: Great success
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Rolled 5 (1d100)

>>5762223
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Rolled 45 (1d100)

>>5762223
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Rolled 52 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>5762223
Oh damn looks like we're going to start from ground level.
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Rolled 81 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>5762223
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Sorry anons, can't update today. I'll be back with a quick update tomorrow.
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>>5762226
>>5762228
>>5762231

>Slight success
This mutt is a pain in the ass.
The training started promising. It took you a while, but Houndour started to more or less understand your commands, guiding itself by the tone of your voice and gestures. Motivated by the treats at your disposal you manage to make it understand when to follow, when to wait for you, and even managed to make it fetch a stick you threw his way. It seems to have a general grasp of what you are trying to say but still misunderstands your orders from time to time.

The hound is not dumb, it’s quick to adapt and understand. That is what makes it so frustrating.

Its attitude during the whole exercise varied from apathetic to outright uncooperative and aggressive. It seems to refuse to obey commands that it deems unnecessary or pointless. You tried to keep making it retrieve nearby objects to see if it was capable of recognizing certain words and improving your communication, but it stopped once it was clear you had no real use for them and were just sending them on errands.

It also quickly loses interest with more complicated commands, if it isn’t clear, it doesn't make much effort to understand it. You tried to command it with a more authoritative tone but was no use, the more you tried to order and scold it for not listening the more defensive the canine got. Going from ignoring you to growling and spewing small embers to let you know to keep your distance. It didn’t hurt you but it made clear that it didn’t respect you much as it wasn’t above threatening you.

You also noticed something, the Houndour kept intimidating and trying to start conflict with unarmed humans or small, frail-looking Pokémon but it seemed to ignore and even cower whenever it saw a large group of people or an actual Trainer with an actual battle-ready Pokémon by its side. The runt is aggressive, but its self-preservation instincts make it a bit of a bully and a coward.


You spent a longer-than-expected chunk of hours trying to get Houndour to listen to you.
You really have no idea of what you are doing. You have no framework regarding Pokémon training or rearing. But at the very least you made a small step forward.

There are still a couple of hours before you have to return to the Capture and Defense HQ, what should you do?

>Take Houndour to a medical check-up at the nearest Pokémon center to get a general idea of its state.
> If the thing wants to fight, let it fight. Search for an opponent around your level and challenge them to a Pokémon battle.
>Maybe it can work that aggressiveness out by battling a wild mon. Let’s go to a nearby spot where you can find wandering Pokémon and find an innocent victim for the canine. Maybe you can even capture a Pokémon with a better disposition.
>You should shell out some bucks to get this thing a leash and a collar. Even though a fire-proof restraining device can be a bit costly.
>Other/ write-in.
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>>5763181
>>Take Houndour to a medical check-up at the nearest Pokémon center to get a general idea of its state.
He's just a smart cookie. How'd we feel if someone tried to make us run around for nothing? We just got to get him to understand that when we say something, it's worth his while to listen.
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>>5763181
>Take Houndour to a medical check-up at the nearest Pokémon center to get a general idea of its state.
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>>5763181
>Take Houndour to a medical check-up at the nearest Pokémon center to get a general idea of its state
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>>5763181
>more training
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>>5763194
+1
Risky, but safer than battling and I don't think the canine firecracker will take too kindly to a leash.
I'm sure they've dealt with less cooperative mons before, but we should probably warn the technicians at the pokecenter that this is a borderline stray animal.

Unrelated, but maybe it would be a decent idea to handmake treats for Houndour at the next opportunity.
With our formidable cooking skill, anything we personally create might sway the pooch more than prepackaged rewards would.
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>>5763194
>>5763197
>>5763198
>>5763210
>>5763222

This should suffice for the time being, you can understand the frustration of being ordered to complete truly pointless tasks. If you want your mutt to be a more reliable asset it must be in the best shape possible or at least you need to be sure it’s not sick or have any underlying health problems that could pose a problem in the long run. So you opt to use this remaining time to make a quick stop to the nearest Pokémon center.

On your way there, you decided to hide half of your money in a nearby safe place. After various years of urban exploration, you’ve become quite acquainted with the area, and while most abandoned buildings aren’t great at safekeeping, considering the number of squatters, small-time gang members, and wild Pokémon looking for territory in the area, there is a place that has become some sort of safe haven for yourself. A secret base if you will.

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>>5763295
That place is:

>A small, abandoned apartment in a derelict housing complex.
The place has been abandoned for a decade now. The roof has some leaks so the whole place is a bit damp, especially during the rainy season. Some bug Pokémon have settled there, using it as a resting place while they undergo their chrysalid stage evolution, but they don’t mind your presence as long as you don’t mess with them. They defend the place from a group of squatters and react violently to any sign of conflict. They might not be strong, but there are many.

>The old cinema.
It went out of business around the 80s from what you’ve heard and was closed off. You found a way inside during one of your expeditions and have a little setup inside one of the projection rooms. The place is relatively big and now and then visitors come around, both people and wild mons but you’ve taken some precautions and closed off the entrance to the room with an old chain and lock.

>The abandoned battle stadium
Is a bit farther off from your residence. Initially built as a place to host large, battling events it came to disuse when the economic boom of Silverpoint City came to its end. Nowadays it’s a gathering place for all manners of seedy individuals. For the most part, no one will bother you as long as you keep your nose out of their business, and it's a good enough place to gather information. You’ve carved a little place for yourself behind the bleachers.

>The old church.
A while ago, during one of your temporary runaways from home, you took refuge from the intense rain inside the church. The pastor there took pity on you and lets you stay from time to time after service is over, it just that the asshole won’t leave you alone and keeps trying to pointlessly preach at you.

>The graveyard.
The place is quiet and lonely for most of the time. There is a small, security booth that’s been unused for years now. At most, you get idiotic teens trying to test their courage or look for any paranormal activity late at night but it’s not that common. You don’t believe there’s anything supernatural, it’s just a normal graveyard, that being said. Wild Ghost Types can get unruly during some nights, so it’s not really safe to spend whole nights there.

>The Sandlot.
It’s pretty ample, so you can safely bury the bottle and be sure it won’t be found. There’s not much around besides small groups of kids that come during the day to play and the occasional wild Pokémon. Which tend to be on the weaker side of things. There’s a ton of space but not much around, a safe, albeit boring place.
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>>5763297
Or

>Other/Write-in
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>>5763297
>A small, abandoned apartment in a derelict housing complex.
Safe, if damp, and secure because of bug bros. Leave em' alone and they'll leave you alone, just our type. Maybe we can, er, "recruit" a friend here later, no?
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>>5763297
>A small, abandoned apartment in a derelict housing complex.
I'm thinking either this, the old church or the sandlot.
Main downside of this place is the fact we can't do mock battles here and most type of offensive training won't be viable either. The church has the old priest, who sounds like a wildcard that could either be good and/or bad. Meanwhile the sandlot has little privacy and no major bonuses other than being the safe option.
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>>5763297
>The old church.
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>>5763297
>A small, abandoned apartment in a derelict housing complex.
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>>5763297
> Graveyard
This seems fairly ideal.
The teens who come by the test their courage would naturally only do so at night, a time which would make it extremely difficult to spot the our cache's marker.
Just don't do something stupid, like hiding the bottle in or near a grave. Not because its disrespectful, but because that's the first place a wanna-be tomb raider would look for loot.
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>>5763297
I'm good with either of
>A small, abandoned apartment in a derelict housing complex
Or
>The old church

Priest could be a good foil, and bug bros is pretty cool too.
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>>5763305
+1 would love a Joltik pal
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>>5763297
>The old church.
I'm excited to hear about Pokémon Jesus.
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>>5763305
>>5763313
>>5763345
>>5763377
>>5763371
>Abandoned Apartment

>>5763321
>>5763404
>>5763371
Old church

>>5763361
Graveyard.

>The derelict apartment complex has been established as a secret base.
The best place to hide your money is just beside Houndour, the empty apartment complex. You tell the canine to stay put as you climb through the old fire escape stairs and sneak through the window. The place is almost silent, except for the quiet and subtle noises of the Bug-Types moving around the place.

>You stashed away $8,000
>Money on hand: $8,600

After a quick visit to your personal secret base, you make your way towards the Pokémon Center.
The place has plenty of newbie trainers like yourself. A good chunk either found a hurt Pokémon in hopes that healing them would be met with obedience. Others roughed them up too much while attempting to catch them without a ball. These guys either asked for assistance or already had a mon lined up for the test but couldn’t use it because of the free-roaming mon restriction.

Houndour as usual, stays away from the building. It keeps growling to some of the trainers around but doesn’t start anything as it is quick to judge that they surpass it in number.

You head to one of the nurses manning the place and explain to her you got a Houndour in need of a medical check, You just picked it up from the street and want to know its general state of health. You warn her that the Pokémon is semi-feral and quite aggressive and because you are undergoing the Trainer Exam you don’t have any Poke balls,


The nurse assures you it’s not a problem. She calls over a Chansey and tells you to lead the way. The moment Houndour spots the nurse and her Pokémon cohort going its way the canine gets uneasy, snarling at the pair, barking violently while leering at them. The nurse stops and tells Chansey to handle the patient with care. The pinkish-round blob happily obliges and gets face to face with your Pokémon, Chansey does her best to appear non-threatening and affable, emoting in a soft, almost motherly tone. But Houndour is having none of that. Once she’s near enough your Pokémon pounces on her and tries to bite into her flesh as hard as it can.

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>>5763419
You worry for a minute, thinking you fucked up and are going to be kicked out, but the Chansey and their Trainer are non-puzzled. Chansey just brushes it off and keeps waiting until the Houndour tires itself. Once she lets go, Chansey seems to tell it something while offering an egg from her pouch. Houndour just growls in a defeated but accepting tone. Then Chansey starts to pat around her body while your canine consumes the contents of the nutritious-looking egg.

The nurse gets a bit closer to overlook Chansey’s examination, asking her questions about the state of her mon. Even though they don’t talk the same language both of them seem to understand each other almost perfectly. It’s quite impressive if you are honest.

[Nurse]: Oh, she’s a feisty one!

[ANON]: She?

[Nurse]: Yes, she’s a female. Pretty young as well.

The nurse asks you for details about the Houndour. Where you met her, if you knew about her living conditions and whereabouts before you picked her up. The most you know is that she was brought up by some sketchy Pokémon breeders who kicked her out to the streets some months ago. Since then, she’s been chasing and attacking unsuspecting people who cross her path, like you.

Houndour live and thrive in packs by nature. They are fiercely loyal to those they consider part of the pack, that’s why they can be incredibly dependable to their Trainers and the rest of their team, excelling in teamwork. It’s their nature, they can’t help but latch onto others and prioritize the group first. “Just like us, they are social creatures.”. Because of their temper, they can be quite dangerous for an inexperienced Trainer, but they are a great choice as a team member down the line.

But, your Houndour seems like a victim of abuse, from a young age.

Behind her fur are plenty of scars from lashes and bites, on her back, legs, and even some near her snout. She’s a fighter, and probably tried to resist, so they punished her and forced her to breed with stronger Pokémon that could forcefully make her submit.

Not only she’s in a state of malnutrition, but she is also too skinny. Her size is a bit smaller than the usual Houndour, she was most likely kept in a small cage and was forced to breed, being fed the bare minimum. Once she became too weak or too problematic, they threw her to the streets as she was no longer profitable. So, it makes sense she’ll be a bit weaker compared to other Houndour.

She exhibits some severe antisocial tendencies. Judging by her violent demeanor towards both random people and mons. She probably never formed a pack or connections of her own, if she had any offspring they were most likely sold off as soon as they hatched.

Even after being kicked out, she never tried to form or join a pack. This kind of antisocial behavior is a little worrying, it goes against its basic instincts. The distrust she feels is not one that will easily go away.

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>>5763421
While she explains these things to you, you stop the nurse in her tracks and ask her if this counts as a medical examination and if you are going to be charged for this, and if so, what prices are we talking about?

The nurse chuckles for a moment. She tells you that usually a medical examination for one Pokémon is around 1,000, and undergoing treatment and using the healing machine is 500 unless your Pokémon needs surgery or a more complicated treatment. The nurse eases your worries and tells you this health check is free of charge. She knows how it is to be a newbie trainer just starting out. That being said, she reminds you to not expect all Pokémon centers to be like this.

[Nurse]: It’s commendable that you are trying to help this Pokémon and I hope you continue to do it. But if you are going to undertake the Trainer Exam, it’ll probably be for the best to look for a more docile Pokémon to make sure you pass. I could give you some pointers if you want.

>Ask the nurse where to find a more, “newbie-friendly” Pokémon.
>Asks for more tips regarding care for your Houndour.
>Just thank the Nurse for the information and leave it at that.
>Ask if she knows someone willing to take Houndour in. It seems like she needs more help than you are willing to give her. Maybe you can trade her away.
>Other/ write-in.

You could also use the Healing Machine. The nurse says she doesn’t have any underlying injuries but it could help her feel refreshed and maybe speed up her recovery from malnutrition.
>Yes. Heal Houndour (500)
>No, no need for that.

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>>5763422
>Ask the nurse where to find a more, “newbie-friendly” Pokémon.
>Yes. Heal Houndour (500)
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>>5763422
>Asks for more tips regarding care for your Houndour.
>Yes. Heal Houndour (500)
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Alright, last post of the night. I'll be back tomorrow. Hope to have the update up. Around 2 pm MDT. In the meantime, voting stays open. See ya anons.
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>>5763422
>Ask the nurse where to find a more, “newbie-friendly” Pokémon.
>Asks for more tips regarding care for your Houndour.

>Yes. Heal Houndour (500)

She's a fucked up mess just like us. I don't mind a back up plan (bug mon from the apartment?) but I don't want to give up on our pup.
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>>5763422
>Asks for more tips regarding care for your Houndour.
>Ask the nurse where to find a more, “newbie-friendly” Pokémon.
>Yes. Heal Houndour (500)
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>>5763422
>>Ask the nurse where to find a more, “newbie-friendly” Pokémon.
Mention we know a place *crawling* with bug pokemon and if those are a good choice

>Yes. Heal Houndour (500)
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>>5763422
>Ask the nurse where to find a more, “newbie-friendly” Pokémon.
>Yes. Heal Houndour (500)
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>>5763422
>>5763425
+1 Support

Putting the chips in for Houndour makes sense. Don't want Houndour to think we're instantly trying to get rid of her either.
Those 'roided up Mankeys and Slakoths are still in the area, so if we need more pokemon, that would be a good place to start, no?

Besides, aren't the more 'docile' pokemon inherently also weaker just by their disposition alone?
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Lurker here, just popping in. Love your writing style, QM! This is a pretty interesting quest, and I'll be following it in the future.

>>5763422
>Asks for more tips regarding care for your Houndour.
>Yes. Heal Houndour (500)

She's just like us, fr fr
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>>5763428
+1. Getting a second '