Mauville city

It had been a long and weird journey, but I had finally made to the next urban location, Mauville city. This place seemed to have much to offer and it looked large, almost as large as Slateport… if not more. First things first, I needed to find the local pokécenter and make it my new…

Rinse and repeat

I was back in no time. I could see the dirt patch where I had planted a berry, there was an old man wandering about, lost, the same one as yesterday. The rock I had fought yesterday was also there, fishing quietly. I made my way past them, careful not to disturb the wandering elder….

Caller number one

I was way too tired and it was way too dark to make my way back to the other end of the cycling road, so after healing my team I took shelter in the center for the night. I slept good, like a baby, and it showed. I didn’t even hear the alarm clock the…

Inner danger

That old man didn’t know what he was talking about. I was fine. We were fine. Sure my pokémon were a little bent out of shape but the damage wasn’t all that serious and my allies were more than capable and tough. I walked towards the closest town, eager to get inside the center and…

Hooked on a feeling

The fisherman released another pokémon. This time a remoraid. The heat of the battle was getting to me. Confidence and audacity filled my brain and to be honest, sort of clouded my judgement but I didn’t care, I was on a roll, so I kept zorua on the field. He was still suffering a bit…

Rock fishing

Boy was I happy to get out of that small house. No, not happy. Relieved. Every breath seemed fresher and wider. I don’t know who that woman was but if her mere presence and voice commanded this impact I dared not wonder what would happen if one got on her bad side. I could see…

The other end

I felt uneasy about leaving the old man unattended but aside from his vacant stare, he looked and acted completely autonomous. I decided to leave him on his own for now. There was a small house not far from here, one like another I had seen earlier today, several times in fact. It had to…

Knowledge of the ages

I smoothed out the dirt, dusted off my hands, stood up and got ready to move on… and nearly headbutted an old man. The scare made me back up quickly and fall. He was just standing there looking at my dumbfounded face while I scrambled to get back on my feet. The man didn’t say…

I see berries, I pluck them!

What’s the first thing I see when I get off the path? A big sign informing me that Mauville city is just up ahead. I could use some rest, relaxation and new surroundings. A few meters behind the sign, I could see the familiar shape and colour of a a berry patch, just waiting to…

Same energy, different colour

The water gave way to land and that was it, I had finally finished crossing the narrow, grass filled path to the other side of the water. The hard part was over, clear sailing from here on out. The grass grew shorter and there were no trainers around. Something jumped out of the grass. Something…

One, two… so far.

Well, he was right. I had to battle that fortune-teller… psychic… trainer before I could pick up the half buried pokéball. It was only when my hand closed around it that I realized it was no pokéball and I had no idea about what it was that I had just picked up. Thankfully my pokénav…

Fortune faded

That encounter had been intense. The cycling woman was very energetic and competitive, but gave off some weird vibes. I was so caught up in my own thoughts about the recent battle that I tripped on something and almost fell flat on my face. It was a half-buried, empty pokéball. – You won’t pick it…