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An Electric Tail (Pikachu Quest)

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[X] Resolve. You thought you had the upper hand, but that maternal water-rabbit showed you otherwise. Double down on your training to stop it happening again.
 
[X] Resolve. You thought you had the upper hand, but that maternal water-rabbit showed you otherwise. Double down on your training to stop it happening again.
 
[X] Resolve. You thought you had the upper hand, but that maternal water-rabbit showed you otherwise. Double down on your training to stop it happening again.
 
[X] Resentment. This makes your first real loss - the wire trap didn't count - and it's only cemented your opinions of Humans. Retreat deeper into the Forest to sulk.

Gotta be a brat
 
[X] Rules-lawyering. You might have promised not to harm or torment Humans, but you can still annoy the crap out of them. Continue your campaign at one remove.
 
[X] Resolve. You thought you had the upper hand, but that maternal water-rabbit showed you otherwise. Double down on your training to stop it happening again.
 
[X] Resentment. This makes your first real loss - the wire trap didn't count - and it's only cemented your opinions of Humans. Retreat deeper into the Forest to sulk.
 
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    • Scheduled vote count started by Aleph on Sep 8, 2022 at 6:53 PM, finished with 103 posts and 100 votes.
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    • That language barrier really makes negotiating hard huh?

    Well time to see how buff Trickster can get before something new happens.
     
    Pity there was no rules-lawering by leaving option, because they made her promise not to cause problems...in Viridian Forest :V
    Aleph said:
    "To not harass or torment any Human in Viridian Forest - unless they're directly harming a Pokemon for no reason - and leave them to their business?"
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    Like, ok, mom already pushed the option of leaving to get stronger so let us take this show on the road:p

    I would totally been voting for that.
     
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    Ch 9: Each Pokémon to understand
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    • Resolve. You thought you had the upper hand, but that maternal water-rabbit showed you otherwise. Double down on your training to stop it happening again.

    Chapter 9: Each Pokémon to understand

    You're not unpopular. You're not. Cerise doesn't know what she was talking about. You have supporters among the Forest! Okay, you also have detractors who are annoyed at what you've been doing, but on average there are probably more of the former than the latter, so you're in the right!

    And to prove it, you set out into the Forest and train. You run drills without sleep, pushing the limits of your aim, your range, your endurance. You challenge every Pokemon that doesn't snap irritably in response to practice bouts, and enough of them take you up on it that you have no shortage of sparring partners. You weave around pulses of water from a grumpy Golduck who resents the Humans as much as you, you hammer yourself against a lumbering old Pinsir in shoulder tackle after shoulder tackle as it chatters its teeth joyfully in nostalgia for old battles. A nest of Venonats bets you a treeful of Berries that their poisons can put you down before you can tag them all, and you put your tactics to work against their numbers; avoiding what you can with nimble side-jumps, holding your breath and closing your eyes against what you can't. No sooner have you won and smugly lorded your victory over them than you barter most of the bounty to a Pidgeotto to give you a ride up into the treetops to practice high-speed evasion against an opponent almost as fast as you are.

    It's exhausting, but that doesn't matter - you're getting stronger; you can feel it! It hurts, but you ignore it; a little pain is a worthwhile price for power! The days slip by, and you pack as much as you can into each one, pushing through aching muscles and burning paws through sheer force of will, baring your teeth against stinging cheek pads as even your prodigious reserves of charge begin to gutter. It's fine. It's good, even. It's more training; endurance practice this time. Electricity is just another muscle; the more you squeeze out now, the more you'll have available next time you have to dig really deep.

    Your mind goes back to what Ma said. About travelling. About going out into the world, beyond the Forest, to get the wanderlust out of your system. You're starting to come around to the idea. Instead of Humans invading your home, you can invade theirs! You can find out where all their weird metal things grow, and steal some of the seeds to bring home so you and your siblings can have them too. You can track down stupid Cerise and... and get payback! Your promise only covered the Forest! If you find her anywhere else, you can beat her and make her promise something!

    But to do all that, you need to be strong.

    You're swaying slightly as you head into the caves to find a Diglett or a Geodude who'll hear you out, but you dismiss it. You're more focused on your pitch. It's a good trade. You'll play target for them in the tight confines of the cave system in return for them letting you expend your Shocks on them while you fight. The electricity won't hurt them, not if you aren't really trying, and - you stagger slightly as the ground sways dangerously under your paws - and... um... right, and it'll give them target practice and experience fighting a... a more, thingie. Fast. Nimble, that's the word. A more nimble opponent. And it'll... it'll let you practice your... your electric endurance and your dodging in a... a closed environment at... at the same... the same...

    The sky tilts, your head feels light and full of fog, and as the world turns over, you don't even feel yourself hit the ground.


    "Pi?" "Pichu!" "Pipipi pii!" "Pichu chuuu!"

    You wake up back in the Den, covered in distressed little siblings, with a very unimpressed Ma staring down at you. She nuzzles down the length of your sore, stiff body, chuffs low in her throat, and then very deliberately swats you on the nose with her tail.

    "Pi," she rumbles. "Ka."

    "Pipi pi kachuu ka kachu!" you object, bristling and half rising to your feet before the weight of Pichus and your own exhaustion press you back down. She doesn't know what she's talking about! You've always done things on your own! You don't need a stupid partner to get stronger! Not another Pokemon that can't keep up, and certainly no stupid stinking Human! And anyway, you'd had training partners! You'd been sparring nearly non-stop for days!

    "Chu," Ma chuffs, staring down at you and ignoring one of your little brothers hanging off her shoulder and another draped upside down over her back, flailing dizzily as he tries to work out how to get off. "Pika. Chu."

    Grandpa is different! And you're better- you will be better than him anyway! All on your own! What's even the difference between a sparring partner and a training partner, huh? Sparring is the only thing you even need partners for! What's anyone got to teach you that you don't already know?

    "Chu," Ma insists, and you bare your teeth at her in frustration, ignoring the shocked gasps from the half dozen or so little sisters piled on top of you and starting to wriggle your way free. If she's not going to make sense, you don't have to listen to this stupid talk about 'friends' and 'partners' and 'not being safe'. So you'd collapsed a little! So what? You just skipped a couple of pointless naps, that's all. You'll make sure to get more sleep in future and-

    A solid paw cuffs you around the ear for your disrespect, pinning you to the floor with unarguable strength, and Ma's face presses very close against yours.

    "Pi ka chu," she commands in her deep, rumbling voice. "Pikachu. Chu."

    ... you shut up and lie back down to recover.

    But only because she's being a pain about it. You're still fine. She worries too much.

    To prove that and avoid thinking too hard about the stuff you've been avoiding, you squeak to get your Ma's attention and admit that she might have had a point about the travelling idea. Then, before she can get into any annoying I-told-you-so speeches, you graciously volunteer to help out around the den. There, see? Would you make an offer like that if you were overworking yourself with training and fighting? No, obviously not. And it proves the other accusations wrong, too! Would a selfish Pikachu take the initiative to look after their little siblings? Would someone inconsiderate or bad at working with people go out of their way to lend a paw to someone else without asking anything in return?

    No they wouldn't. But you are. Stupid Cerise doesn't know what she's talking about at all. And Ma will have to admit that-

    "Chu. Pika. Pika chu."

    … say what now?

    But it's too late to change your mind. Your enthusiasm to help out does not go unpraised, which is something, but it seems to have prompted your Ma into deciding that the best time for her next foraging run is right now. And that your eagerness to help out is such a good example - hah, see? - that it's worth inspiring your little siblings with.

    Which is why, before the sun even sets on your humiliating defeat, you find yourself trudging through the Forest with an excitable Pichu at your heels, chattering away. Your little half-sister is the prodigy of her litter, albeit not to the same level you were, and is eager to share with you all the stuff she's learned from the red box thing that talks about other breeds of Pokemon. The fact that you taught her how to work it last year and have already listened to everything it has to say does not seem to deter her, and unfortunately she's good enough at channelling sparks that you can't zap her off from bothering you as she pounces at your tail, tries to ride on your back, occasionally bites your ears and generally acts like a pest.

    Urgh. You're already regretting this. Honestly, you make a generous offer out of the goodness of your heart, and you get stuck with this. Pup-sitting duty. See if you ever volunteer to help out with family chores again.

    (You're not fond of her. You're not. She's not that adorable. And if you have to force the eye-rolling, put-upon huffiness of an annoyed big sister, well, she's too young to spot it and Ma's not paying attention.)

    Still, you're at least getting to see a bit of the Forest you don't normally visit. You've never actually been very clear on where or how your Ma gets the Human food she feeds you, but she's brought you over to the east side of the Human-grove, where the big square boxes they den in aren't as tall and there's not as much space between them and the treeline. Her target is a big structure that's wider and fatter than it is tall, with the same markings on it that the Human-food she brings back has on it.

    VIRIDIAN POKÉMART

    "Pi," chuffs Ma, settling down to watch the structure from on top of a tree stump. "Pii pika. Chu."

    You tilt your head. Bugs? What does she need Bugs for?

    "Pii. Ka," she reiterates. "Chuu."

    Fine, fine, you're going! Yeesh. Trotting out into the copse with your bratty little sister in your heels, you look around. It only takes a moment to locate a Weedle clinging to one of the lower branches, munching on some leaves, and with a smug look back at your rapt onlooker, you squint up at it, line up with casual ease and Sh- ow ow ow ow ow!

    "Pika," your Ma calls over as you roll around in agony with a splitting headache and burning cheekpads. "Chu. Pika."

    "Pikapika pikaa, pikachu chu pikachu!" you chatter back, baring your teeth and clawing at the ground. Strain? How do you strain your lightning? Well, okay, not how, that's obvious; that nonsense about overtraining apparently wasn't nonsense. But what kind of stupid world can even strain lightning? Lightning isn't meant to have any weaknesses! It's lightning!

    "Pipipi?" your little sister asks, hopping around you in mild worry and avid curiosity, clearly not understanding or respecting how much your head hurts at the moment. "Pii pii pipichu!"

    You almost hiss and snap at her, but rein in the impulse at the last moment. Annoying and headache-worsening as she is right now, she's still your little sister. Not to mention, without your lightning... you might kind of need her for this. Just a little bit. It's not like you're relying on her, you hastily justify. She's just... helping, until your lightning heals. As a learning experience. It's for her sake, really. Not that you like spending time with her. It's just the kind of thing you're meant to do.

    Yeah.

    "Pika," you mutter quietly, and crouch to make it easier. "Pi pii kachu, pika?" Your sister lights up - literally; tiny sparks escape her cheeks as she bounces excitedly - and obediently climbs onto your back. She's heavy - you're still small for your age, and physical strength was never really your strong suit - but you push yourself up with a grunt and shoulder her weight regardless.

    "Chu," you tell her. "Pika pika. Chuu."

    "Pipi! Pi pichu pii!"

    Plan made, you circle around the tree and begin to scale it, begrudgingly doing it the slow, boring way instead of flashing up in a few bursts of lightning-enhanced speed. Urgh. You'd kind of forgotten how slow it was to move around up off the ground without accelerating your movements, using muscle power alone. Maybe something to add back into your training regime, once you get back to it. Carrying your sister like this is hard; her paws dig into your shoulders, dragging you backwards and down, the extra weight making your own paws ache with the pressure you're having to use to keep your grip. You find yourself breathing in slow, laboured pants as you claw your way up a few bodylengths... another bodylength... a taillength... another few paws...

    "Pipi?" your sister peeps, directly into your ear. Ah. You stopped. It's… hard to climb like this. It's hard even to stay in place. The ground beckons alluringly…

    But you won't be defeated! If Ma wants bugs, then bugs you will get!

    "Chu!" you shush her, and grimly resume the climb, your claws burning as you drive them into the tree bark over and over until you've scaled your way up to the level of the low branch the Weedle is hanging from. Carefully - caaaarefully - you poke your head around the trunk and peek.

    It's still facing away from you, munching on some leaves. Good. Scrabbling a little higher, you edge around the trunk and then gratefully let yourself down onto the branch, your sister's weight on top of you again. She's still heavy. But it's much easier to bear it like this than when she's hanging off your back as you scale a sheer treetrunk.

    She is, at least, quiet. Actually, she's showing uncommon discipline, staying dead silent and utterly still on your back, her little paws bracing against your hips, her tail held low and flat along yours.

    You wiggle closer. Closer. Tiny movements, too small for the Weedle's big eyes to notice in its peripheral as it focuses on its leaf. Clooooser…

    Now!

    "Pichu piiiiiiii!" your little sister screams as she cannons over the top of your head and leaps onto the Weedle's back. This close, her poor control over her lightning doesn't matter; she releases the entirety of her charge in one crackling attack, leaving the Weedle twitching, slightly scorched and thoroughly unconscious.

    "Pipipi!" she squeaks, wide-eyed and excited, turning to you elatedly to show off her work as though there's any chance you'd missed it. "Pipi pi pichu pipi!!"

    "Pika pika," you say indulgently. Okay, fine. Maybe she is cute. But only because she's showing you the proper respect! "Kaa, pika pikachu."

    "Pipiiii!"

    Getting down is, thankfully, easier than getting up. There's a convenient bush under the tree, so you just roll the Weedle off the branch, coax your triumphant little sister - she's going to be riding this success for weeks - onto your back again, and follow it down. The landing makes your paws sting, but you've had worse, and it only takes a minute to walk it off. Then you smugly trot back over to Ma, dragging the Weedle behind you.

    "Pika pika pii!" you announce, and feel your sister briefly rear up on her hind legs to show off your spoils.

    You resist the mischievous urge to buck her off, but only because Ma would scold you.

    Ma looks down at the Weedle, over at the tree, then back to you. She nods once.

    "Chu," she says. "Kachuu."

    … urgh. Fine. More bugs it is.


    Two more Weedles, a Wurmple, a couple of Caterpie and a lucky discovery of a Metapod that only needed knocking down from its tree later, your Ma finally announces herself satisfied as you take a break to catch your breath. Your sister, who hasn't been doing any of the climbing and who's been replenishing her leaky reservoir of charge from your deep reserves every time she expends it all, is still disgustingly energetic, bouncing around you and cheeping non-stop about the best Shocks she'd managed.

    You're starting to understand why Ma spent so much time lying still and only twitching an ear to you and your littermates' antics back when you were a pup.

    Your Ma gives you no time to rest, though. Rising to her feet, she slings both Caterpie, the Wurmple and the Metapod across her back and starts off towards the big squat Human-den, chuffing at you to follow. Trading a bemused glance with your sister, you reluctantly stand up on your hind legs to free up your paws for Weedle-grabbing and start dragging two of them after her, your sister following suit with the last.

    (Ugh. You hate walking like this. It's such an undignified waddle. You don't know why Grandpa does it.)

    Fortunately, you don't have to go far. In one of the bushes beside a little shiny grey tunnel inside the Human-den, there is a box. Inside the box is the smell of food. You're confused for a moment and watch, surprised, as your Ma ignores the smell in favour of stuffing both of her Caterpie into the box, which snaps shut as soon as they're inside.

    Then you recognise them for what they are.

    Traps.

    "Pika ka!" you hiss, dropping your unconscious Weedles to drop back down to all fours and hiss, back arching, ears flattening back. Traps! Traps! Of course Humans surround their dens with traps! You'll rip them apart! You'll break them to pieces! You'll-

    "Chuu."

    Your Ma looks over her shoulder, settling you into uneasy stillness. Teeth still bared, you glance back at the trap and its sleeping occupants... and decide to trust her. If there's something more to see, you'll hear it out.

    But it'd better be good.

    Your Ma moves on, repeating the process with another trap-box near the front doors of the Human-den, and then a third beside an entrance next to the back. All in all, there are five snap-shut traps, and each one gets a Bug or two.

    And as she goes, she explains.

    Trade is not a foreign concept to you. Ever since you were a pup, you've understood the idea of swapping Berries you don't like with those of your siblings that do in return for ones more to your taste. And as you got older, more abstract trades like Berries-for-help-with-target-practice or grooming-in-return-for-distracting-Ma were staples of your upbringing, at least until you got good enough to sneak out without Ma catching you all by yourself.

    That Humans trade things with each other as well isn't too surprising, you suppose. They're loud and noisy and have too many things, and presumably they can't all find their stupid Fast Balls and spying-boxes on whatever trees they come from. This is the first time you've ever heard of Humans trading with Pokemon, though.

    But you can't argue with your Ma's story. When she'd found this Human-den full of unused food, she explains, a Rattata had followed her in, and they'd gotten into a bit of a scuffle. She'd left it unconscious inside, taken some of the yummy square food that was such a staple of your childhood, and returned home, thinking little more of it.

    And the next time she'd gone back, the food she'd taken had been replaced, and the snap-shut boxes were outside! It had only taken her a bit of thought and experimentation to work it out. Humans are greedy and want Pokemon enough to run around catching them all the time. So when she'd accidentally delivered them one, they'd thought it a fair trade for the food and given her a place to put more Pokemon in return for more food. And since so many of the Humans around here seem to like catching Bugs, she's been trading them for the food ever since.

    You nod thoughtfully, mulling this over. You're not sure you like the idea of forcing Pokemon into the hands of Humans. But on the other hand, Bugs really aren't very smart, and stupid Cerise had said something about there being too many of them in the Forest. And that Humans were meant to let Pokemon go if they didn't want to stay with them. So maybe it's more like your Ma is just doing the work of going out and catching Bugs for lazy Humans who can't be bothered?

    You can't imagine why a Bug would want to stay with a Human that pathetic, but Bugs are mostly pretty stupid, so maybe it would appeal to some of them. Would they really follow through on releasing them, though?

    "Pika pika?" you bark suspiciously, still wary. Your Ma glances back at you. Her usual brusqueness fares for a moment as she takes in your arched spine, your flattened ears, the fur standing on end all across your back. She pads over and nuzzles you gently, cheek to cheek, in a rare show of tenderness.

    "Chuu," she reassures you. "Ka. Kachu." She's seen them letting the Bugs she's given them go, out in the Forest. In fact, they seem to let all of them go, most of the time. She's even given them the same Bugs two moons in a row more than once, but they don't seem to mind. They never stop replacing the food she takes for her next visit, anyway.

    "Pipipi chu?" your little sister asks, bewildered. You can't help but agree. What do the Humans get out of it, if not Pokemon to fight on their behalf?

    "Chu," your Ma shrugs laconically. She's never really thought about it, you guess. She's powerful, but not terribly curious about the stranger things Humans do, especially these days, with cubs to raise. You can't help but wonder, though.

    … maybe these Humans are like Grandpa's Ash? He always just wanted to look at you and watch you do things. And, you remember suddenly, he always traded you Berries (and a bit of advice, but you'd probably have been fine without that, even if it was helpful at the time) in return for your company and getting to see you practice and show off, back when you were younger! It must be like that! These Humans just want to see Bugs up close, and they're too lazy to go out and catch them on their own, so they trade food to Ma for bringing them some!

    ... ugh. Fine. You suppose you can tolerate this. But you're not doing it yourself! If you ever have to trade with Humans, you'll find better things of value to give them. Like Berries, or the soft leaves from up high in the canopy that make the best bedding, or the privilege of seeing you show off without being electrocuted.

    Your Ma doesn't enter the Human-den right away. There's lightning running through it, tamed and running along the little metal vines they put up everywhere, and her nose wrinkles irritably as you brush the edges of the fields they make. With an annoyed huff, she turns and walks around the weird straight-lined wall of the den until she gets to some tall metal boxes, scrabbles at a metal thing holding them closed, and kicks it open to reveal…

    … a lot of odd metal sticks? You survey them dubiously. All of them are angled slightly upward, as if growing towards the sun they can't see inside their box. They don't seem to be growing any leaves or Berries, though. And there are odd little lights above them all.

    Humans. So weird.

    Your Ma doesn't explain the metal stick box, she just climbs down and starts batting the sticks, pushing them down to point at the ground instead. With each stick, a light goes out and a chunk of the lightning flowing through the Human-den winks out. Soon there's none left at all, and with a satisfied "Chu", your Ma leads the way in.

    And inside…

    Inside is a treasure trove.

    Your Ma ignores most of it, trotting straight over to where the brown food boxes are and grabbing one with a paw, standing up on her hind legs to start pulling it outside and into the trees. Your sister nudges up to you, looking around wide-eyed at this utterly new landscape, taking everything in.

    But your eyes are fixed on other targets. High up on a shelf they sit, trapped inside yet more boxes (why are Humans so obsessed with putting things in boxes?) and behind a pane of not-ice: a whole row of things. Your eyes fix on two of them hungrily. You've seen these things before, in the hands of Human Trainers. They bring them into the Forest when they go roaming around away from their dens.

    And if they're allowed to have them on their travels, you see no reason why you aren't too.


    What have you decided you want? Pick one item in addition to the Pokédex to take along on your journey. (Note: this is a consequential vote that will impact future plotlines.)
    [X] A Pokédex. Your Ma has one of these little red boxes; it taught you all about other Pokémon when you were little. And Cerise used hers to talk to a lot of other Humans! If you have one, you can learn about Human things to better outwit them in future.
    This indicates a desire to interact with Human society. It may not always be peaceful, companionable interaction, but you'll learn about their secrets and master their tricks.​

    [ ] A Poké Ball. Cooperating with your sister was... kind of fun. No way you'll ever use one of these to keep others as captive pets, but you remember Rojo and Wenge rescuing their Pokémon with them. As cages, they're abhorrent. As quick escapes from peril, though...
    This indicates a desire to fight alongside other Pokémon in battle. You'll seek to form a team - though likely an unusual one - and face conflicts side by side.​
    [ ] A Poké Doll. You suppose you can admit that having a little squeaky sibling to hug and talk your ear off is... nice. These cuddly things are soft and huggable - enough to pacify even your temperament. Maybe you wouldn't mind some friends. But not to get in your way!
    This indicates a desire to seek out other Pokémon as companions. You'll look for friends and allies, but only to travel with. When danger looms, you'll fight alone.​
    [ ] A Poké Toy. It's been a long time since you played with something just for fun. And you remember these things! Loud and stimulating and with so many noises and reactions - they never fail to get your blood pumping. That's what you want. Something exciting.
    This indicates a lack of desire to spend time with other Pokémon. You may have mini-arc-long interactions with other Pokémon, but you won't seek to recruit any.​

    You'll soon be off on your travels, but you won't go unprepared. You intend to build up a stockpile of resources first, to help you on your journey. What do you prioritise collecting?
    [ ] Food.     You don't know how easy it will be to find meals away from the Forest, so you'll gather enough Berries and nuts and grains to tide you over until you get the hang of foraging. How you'll carry a pile several times bigger than you are tall is something you're not quite sure about yet, but that's a problem for future Trixie to solve, bite and/or electrocute.
    [ ] Money. You think you've worked this out now. Mama has taught you about paying for things, and Humans seem to value the square green picture-leaves whose tree you still haven't tracked down. You can't get them off Humans, but you can still find a lot of them and... well, you're not actually sure how to spend them. Something to work out later.
    [ ] Trophies. You've left plenty of Human Things strewn across the Forest over the course of your reign of terror, and Rojo taught you that they value their badges that prove they've shown fighting skill by winning tough battles. If you take some of your spoils of war along and show them off, the Humans will have to respect you, probably.
     
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    • [X] A Poké Toy. It's been a long time since you played with something just for fun. And you remember these things! Loud and stimulating and with so many noises and reactions - they never fail to get your blood pumping. That's what you want. Something exciting.
    [X] Food. You don't know how easy it will be to find meals away from the Forest, so you'll gather enough Berries and nuts and grains to tide you over until you get the hang of foraging. How you'll carry a pile several times bigger than you are tall is something you're not quite sure about yet, but that's a problem for future Trixie to solve, bite and/or electrocute.
     
    [X] Trophies.
    We will grow our hoard of victories.

    [X] A Poké Toy.

    Trickster is out of the forest and now she will show humans why she is feared!
     
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    [X] A Poké Ball. Cooperating with your sister was... kind of fun. No way you'll ever use one of these to keep others as captive pets, but you remember Rojo and Wenge rescuing their Pokémon with them. As cages, they're abhorrent. As quick escapes from peril, though...
     
    [X] A Poké Ball. Cooperating with your sister was... kind of fun. No way you'll ever use one of these to keep others as captive pets, but you remember Rojo and Wenge rescuing their Pokémon with them. As cages, they're abhorrent. As quick escapes from peril, though...
    [X] Trophies. You've left plenty of Human Things strewn across the Forest over the course of your reign of terror, and Rojo taught you that they value their badges that prove they've shown fighting skill by winning tough battles. If you take some of your spoils of war along and show them off, the Humans will have to respect you, probably.

    We shall be as a conquering army, ravaging the land. Or at least, ravaging the Pokemarts.
     
    [X] Food. You don't know how easy it will be to find meals away from the Forest, so you'll gather enough Berries and nuts and grains to tide you over until you get the hang of foraging. How you'll carry a pile several times bigger than you are tall is something you're not quite sure about yet, but that's a problem for future Trixie to solve, bite and/or electrocute.

    [X] A Poké Doll. You suppose you can admit that having a little squeaky sibling to hug and talk your ear off is... nice. These cuddly things are soft and huggable - enough to pacify even your temperament. Maybe you wouldn't mind some friends. But not to get in your way!

    I think these two have an interesting synergy in that Trixie's first friend might be a pokemon that helps her figure out how to carry all her shit.
     
    [X] A Poké Ball. Cooperating with your sister was... kind of fun. No way you'll ever use one of these to keep others as captive pets, but you remember Rojo and Wenge rescuing their Pokémon with them. As cages, they're abhorrent. As quick escapes from peril, though...

    [X] Trophies. You've left plenty of Human Things strewn across the Forest over the course of your reign of terror, and Rojo taught you that they value their badges that prove they've shown fighting skill by winning tough battles. If you take some of your spoils of war along and show them off, the Humans will have to respect you, probably.

    Pokéballs and badges, we'll be a real Pokémon trainer!
     
    [X] A Poké Doll.
    [X] Trophies.

    No we are not a lonely little person who needs friends, Please be my friend, look at all this cool loot we have. If you want to stay nearby and look at it I won't mind so much.
     
    [X] A Poké Ball
    [X] Trophies

    Time to put our show on the road
    I wonder if Trixie can become an abberant pokemon, we know such ubiquities exist but does Trixie have that potential?
    Let's see on the road that is before us
    there's precedence pokemon also being trainers as mewtwo himself demonstrates
    Last I checked no one revoked his trainer license or status as a trainer
     
    [X] Food. You don't know how easy it will be to find meals away from the Forest, so you'll gather enough Berries and nuts and grains to tide you over until you get the hang of foraging. How you'll carry a pile several times bigger than you are tall is something you're not quite sure about yet, but that's a problem for future Trixie to solve, bite and/or electrocute.

    [X] A Poké Doll. You suppose you can admit that having a little squeaky sibling to hug and talk your ear off is... nice. These cuddly things are soft and huggable - enough to pacify even your temperament. Maybe you wouldn't mind some friends. But not to get in your way!


    I absolutely adore this quest.
     
    [X] A Poké Doll. You suppose you can admit that having a little squeaky sibling to hug and talk your ear off is... nice. These cuddly things are soft and huggable - enough to pacify even your temperament. Maybe you wouldn't mind some friends. But not to get in your way!
    This indicates a desire to seek out other Pokémon as companions. You'll look for friends and allies, but only to travel with. When danger looms, you'll fight alone.
    [X] Money. You think you've worked this out now. Mama has taught you about paying for things, and Humans seem to value the square green picture-leaves whose tree you still haven't tracked down. You can't get them off Humans, but you can still find a lot of them and... well, you're not actually sure how to spend them. Something to work out later.
     
    [x] A Poké Ball. Cooperating with your sister was... kind of fun. No way you'll ever use one of these to keep others as captive pets, but you remember Rojo and Wenge rescuing their Pokémon with them. As cages, they're abhorrent. As quick escapes from peril, though...
    This indicates a desire to fight alongside other Pokémon in battle. You'll seek to form a team - though likely an unusual one - and face conflicts side by side.
    [x] Food. You don't know how easy it will be to find meals away from the Forest, so you'll gather enough Berries and nuts and grains to tide you over until you get the hang of foraging. How you'll carry a pile several times bigger than you are tall is something you're not quite sure about yet, but that's a problem for future Trixie to solve, bite and/or electrocute.

    Humans always have it easy because they bring so many Pokemon to a fight! It's time to even the odds.
     
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