Jumpchain: The Saint

[nwish425]

Jumper Introduction: Canonization
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Well, this could have gone better. I think as I hastily reload my gun.

Before this goes too far I suppose I should introduce myself, I'm the handsome fellow in the white suit taking cover behind a desk and bleeding all over the marble floor of what used to be my home. God, I look like shit, at least that wound looks superficial. I suppose I should start from the beginning, so as to assuage any confusion.

My name is Vincent Pentangeli, born January 4th, 1925 to Italian immigrants Maria and Rodrigo Pentangeli in the city of New York. When I was 18 I got drafted into the army to push back against the Nazi party, the "highlight" of that career being in 1944 where I and my buddies got pushed into boats and sent to attack Normandy. Yes I was there on D-Day, yes I have the medal to prove it and no, I don't want to talk about it.

After the war ended, I returned to find my parents were killed in a bank robbery gone wrong. As it turned out the bank was owned by the Sicilian Mafia, and the ones who killed my parents were at the bottom of a river for their trouble. With no family and no prospects to think of now that the war was over, I figured I'd pay the Families back for taking care of my parent's killers with my service and loyalty.

It turned out I had a talent for smuggling, so I started working my way up the pyramid of command. See, I've always had a philosophy of "Go big or go Home", so if I was going to be a Mob smuggler, I'd be the best damn smuggler on the east coast, and you know what, I was. I eventually was in charge of smuggling operations for the entire city. It was during my rise to power that I earned my second name. I was always a sort of bleeding heart for people down on their luck, so I cut into my own profits to help people around me in tough situations.

Now I know what you're thinking, but I did not cut into anyone's profits but my own, not the bosses, not my men's, not the organization's, just mine and mine alone. As such, some of the other Made Men stated calling me "Il Santo", or "The Saint". They meant it as an insult but I never took it as one, despite my job I enjoyed helping people, and I will never be ashamed of that.

Of course, nothing lasts forever, and the Families were getting into worse and worse shit as the Cold War raged on. After they started wanting me to start shipping living people I knew my time as a Made Man was up. Lucky for me I had an out waiting in the back pocket for just such an occasion; I knew the shipping lines, the delivery times, the contents of the containers, the mooks who ran the outfits, the safe house locations, the racketeering operations, I knew where the bodies were buried, and I knew their names. What do you think would happen if all that information were to suddenly find itself gifted to the other mob bosses, in the hands of the feds, and on the five o'clock news?

Pure, fucking, chaos.

By the time the smoke settled and they figured out what I did, I was long gone.


I eventually resurfaced in the Midwest under a new name, but I wasn't done, not by a long shot. Over the next ten years, the underworld learned to fear the Saint. I raided warehouses, whacked enforcers, blew up smuggler's ships. If it was involved with organized crime, it could come under Crusade from the Saint, any time, anywhere in the country.

Knew they'd find me eventually, and they did not disappoint. Looks like they've put aside their differences just for me, I'm honestly flattered. There are goons with rifles rushing up the stairs to my office as I speak and I'm out of explosives. I had enough firepower in this manner to hold off a twelve-hour siege, I'm down to a single revolver, ten bullets, and a bottle of bourbon.

The hit squad blows through the door and I start firing, taking three down before they can react, and duck behind my cover as they return fire. I wasn't fast enough and took a shot to the shoulder, six shots left, two goons. I perform some blind fire and hear a scream, sounds like I hit one. Taking advantage I duck out and finish him, but take fire from the remaining hitman. Feels like a collapsed lung, damn. Two shots left, I grab some debris and throw it over the desk and he shoots at it. Then I hear it, the click of a spent mag. I step out from behind cover and finish him.

There's more coming, how many of these guys did they hire? One shot left, I'm not going to make it. Oh well, I had a good run I suppose, and they won't be forgetting me anytime soon. I smile, down the last of the bourbon and step into the hallway, gun raised and a yell on my lips.

And everything goes white.
.
..
...
....

"Hey there, nice to meet you. My name isn't important, but I have a business proposal to offer you."

What the fuck?

 

[Mrtts]

Interesting

We have a smuggler saint as mc, sounds good, wonder where will he start ?

 

[Honorous]

That's before he started jumping? Good god!
Can't wait to see what jumps he will take.

 

[nwish425]

This is the first part of a jumpchain story I started after learning of it on Reddit. Vincent is an old creation of mine that I made for an Icons campaign that I decided to put in as many settings as I could get away with, lucky for me my friends liked him to so it became a game of sorts to guess when he would show up. I was going to post this sooner but I just had an internet blackout.

 

[nwish425]

(Jumper Introduction 2) Leap of Faith
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"Hey there, nice to meet you. My name isn't important, but I have a business proposal to offer you."

What the fuck?

When my vision returned to me I was expecting to find clouds and gates made of pearl, or maybe sulfur and a fiery pit. I was not expecting to find this, whatever this is. I slowly get up to look around and notice my injuries seem to be healed, even my clothes seem to be cleaned and repaired.

The hell's going on?

The ceiling and floor of the circular room were pitch black, like no light could exist where they are, and the walls made of strange glowing glass. There was nothing in the room except for a strange man sitting in a chair in the center facing me.

Well, I say man but it's impossible to tell, the figure has no distinct features to discern a gender or identity, or any features at all. It was more like a vague shape of a person that nearly hurt to look at.

"So I have this hobby of watching people go on adventures."

And that voice, God that voice, it's like a cacophony of every voice imaginable echoing in your head, blocking out everything else as it cuts it way through your thoughts.

"Unfortunately, with the way the Earth is completely mapped out and the lack of space program funding, the last great adventure I saw was James Cameron's Submarine Jaunt."

Wait a minute, this sounds…. Rehearsed.

"Thus, fantasies are a nat-"

"Can we skip the pitch and get right to the point?" I say as I point my gun at the Shape.

"Hmm?" They sound almost, amused.

"Look, I appreciate the effort but I know when someone's trying to sell me something. So we can skip the build-up and you can tell me who, and what, you are, where I am, and most importantly what the ever-loving fuck is going on."

"I'm impressed, most people start freaking out and screaming for answers about now, or sit there numbly until I finish."

"Panic leads to your forehead getting a new window in my experience, and I'm not one to just sit when my life might be on the line."

"A commendable philosophy, shame it won't work here."

"What are you on about?"

"Oh nothing, simply... This." As he speaks, my gun dissolves into dust and my wounds began to return. I stumble and fall to my knees, pressure building in my head as even my own thoughts are pushed to the edge of my mind.

"As amusing it is that you think what you want to know matters here I simply can't be bothered, but as you are being impatient I'll make this fast. I have chosen to give you an opportunity few indeed ever receive."

"You lived a good life Vincent, better than you believed you deserved, and I found an entertainment rarely found in my time."

As the Shape says this it looms closer and closer to me, growing in size as it does so until it's as large as a building, and the voice cuts into me once more.

"It was so entertaining that I decided I didn't want it to end just yet, but you were so determined to die I simply had to interfere. As such, I offer you two choices"

After they finished explaining everything it snapped its fingers, and two doors appeared on either side of the room. One was the door to my office back home, the walls around it taking on the appearance of my currently burning home. The other door was red and white, with a strange ball in the middle, the walls on that side becoming some kind of colorful arena.

"Option one." It says as it points to the office door. "You refuse my offer and return to the exact moment I brought you here. You're free to live, or more likely die, as you see fit. I will not move on your behalf again and you can try to kill the remaining hitmen with one bullet and a collapsed lung."

"Option two." Pointing to the second door. "You get to live in a new world, I give you a new life and new memories if you want so you can acclimate, and you carry on with your life. Do whatever your heart desires, I don't care so long as I'm entertained, and I'll find you again in ten years time. After, well... it depends on how entertaining you are."

As this, thing, is done I feel its presence in my mind lessening, my wounds recede and I return to the state I was in when I arrived, sans gun.

There wasn't even much of a choice, hell for all I know I'm dying right now and this is all some dream I was having as I bled out. I walk over to the second door and turn the nob, it gives no resistance as it swings open and I step through.

And everything goes white.


"Excellent choice, welcome to the world of Pokemon"


The fucks a Pokemon?

Spoiler

This is the second part of the introduction, personally I'm not happy with how it turned out, but that's just me.
Next is the beginning of the first jump, the standard Pokemon one.
After that and one more then everything I posted to Reddit will be moved here.

 

[shypunk]

i dislike Pokemon why not something interesting sir

 

[DrDeth]

Interesting a Jumper that does not know about Pokemon should make it a very different trip, as I can't see The Saint letting Team Rocket or the other Teams get away with their normal antics.

 

[Ander]

So this jumpchain, has basically a jumper unlikely to know any of the settings "unless he is like 60 and has seen the first two star wars released".
Anyway watched hope you can deliver

 

[We Just Write]

Very interested in seeing where this goes.

 

[Arimai]

@nwish425 the word is perform not preform.

 

[nwish425]

(Pokemon CYOA 1): Free Falling​

As my vision returns I find myself in some kind of futuristic room with a large metal globe in the center. As I step forward I to get a better look several screens pop out of seemingly nowhere and the one at the top comes to life.

CP REMAINING: 1000​

CP? Is that supposed to mean something?

PLEASE STATE YOUR NAME FOR

ARCHIVAL​

A neutral male tone with a slight British twinge comes out from, seemingly nowhere as the globe begins to float above and flash with bluish light with each sound the voice says. Some kind of machine? I think those sci-fi books had something like this in them, I think they called it Artificial Intelligence or something, whatever that means. In some of the books, weird tech like this could respond to voice commands, strange thought but worth a shot. "Um, Vincent Pentangeli, also known as the Saint." And I'm talking to a piece of metal, great.

ACKNOWLEDGED​

Shit that worked?

GREETINGS MASTER PENTANGELI

I AM DESIGNATED AS THE

INTERDIMENSIONAL VARIANT ACCOMPLICE

AND NOTEKEEPER OR

I.V.A.N

MY PURPOSE IS TO AID INTERDIMENSIONAL TRAVELERS

KNOWN AS 'JUMPERS' WHEN

THE BENEFACTOR WISHES TO KEEP THEIR

DISTANCE FROM AN INDIVIDUAL


IT HAS BEEN error SINCE THE LAST

TIME A JUMPER HAS GRACED ME WITH

THEIR PRESENCE

I WILL ADMIT

I'M FEELING A LITTLE NERVOUS
​

Well, that's reassuring. "Keep their distance? What's that supposed to mean?"

I AM SORRY

BUT YOU DO NOT MEET

THE MINIMUM SECURITY REQUIREMENTS

TO ACCESS THIS INFORMATION​

"Figures, nobody ever tells me the full story. So how does this work anyway? The "Benefactor" said something about getting a new life."

CORRECT

THIS ROOM IS KNOWN AS

'THE CORE'

AND WILL PROVIDE YOU WITH YOUR NEW LIFE

AS DETERMINED BY YOUR CHOICES

IF YOU STEP FORWARD YOU WILL FIND SEVERAL

OPTIONS APPEAR ON THE SCREENS


THESE CHOICES COST A CERTAIN AMOUNT OF

'CHOICE POINTS'

OR 'CP'

A JUMPER WILL NORMALLY ENTER A NEW WORLD

WITH 1000 CP

WITH SOME WORLDS PROVIDING MORE

OR LESS

DEPENDING ON ITS NATURE


SENSORS INDICATE YOU ARE JUMPING

TO THE STANDARD FIRST LINK

KNOWN AS 'POKEMON CYOA'

UPLOADING OPTIONS

PLEASE TAKE YOUR TIME




Section 1: Region

Rolled (1)

Kanto​

I personally know nothing about this world, even if it seems to expect me to, so I guess I'll leave it up to chance.

Looks like I'm getting the quieter region, guess we'll see how accurate that "all-time low" is.

Section 2: Identity

City Life (-50)

Age: 14 (5+9)
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What the fuck, new memories? Fuck that. I'm me, and nobody, not even this "Benefactor"'s gonna change that. Even so, it says that the drop-in gives you no info on the world, I'd be flying blind. Shit, I'm gonna need to risk it. I'll pick the option most like my real life and force myself through the new memories.

Merda, 14? How the hell am I gonna get through this if nobody's going to take me seriously? Shit, I'm going to go through puberty again… wait… I can't buy Bourbon at 14!

I reach forward to manually select the oldest available, 17, but it's too late. As I reach for the screen I see my arm grow shorter, and I feel as my mustache begins to fall off my face strand by strand. Before too long I'm back to a 14-year-old body, when I was 14 they were still acting like the war would end before too long. It feels, strange, being this young, my back hasn't felt this great in years. At least my clothes shrunk to match.

Then the memories hit me, like a flash flood that damn near knocked me out.

NOTE

SOME INDIVIDUALS HAVE DIFFICULTY

WITH THE SUDDEN INFLUX

OF INFORMATION THAT

COMES WITH THE NEW MEMORIES​

"Non cagare, stupido figlio di puttana!"

THERE'S NO REASON TO BE RUDE

THE SENSATIONS WILL PASS

IN A FEW MOMENTS

KEEP IN MIND THAT MUCH OF YOUR PAST

IS STILL IN FLUX

AND CAN STILL BE CHANGED

BY YOUR CHOICES​

After a few minutes, the sensation passed, becoming more like a dull thudding at the base of my skull. It'll be back I'm sure but for now, I can continue.

Section 3: Starter

In region, common (-50)​

Seriously, the fuck is a Pokemon?

"Hey Ivan, I don't know what a Pokemon is, let alone what to pick here."

IN THAT CASE

I WILL PROVIDE A LIST

OF ALL EXISTING POKEMON

SO THAT YOU MAY CHOOSE​

What followed was a list so long it filled the room to the floor to ceiling. The sheer number of options boggled the mind, who could possibly keep track of this many names and shapes?

In the end, I just picked one at random one and was informed it was common in parts of the region I was being sent to, so I was only charged 50 CP.

Section 4: Skills & Abilities

Freerunning (Free)

Physical Fitness (-100)

Combat Training (-100)

Psionics (-300)​

From the looks of it, most of what I want would be free or cheaper with the drop-in option. Fucking figures. I'll take the freebie, because why not, and the physical fitness and combat training. I don't trust my 14-year-old body to be able to handle a fight without it. Then there are the last ones; if their 600 CP they must be worth it, but I can't afford them, except for Psionics… might as well give me an ace up my sleeve.

As I made my choices I felt and saw more changes happen to my body. I felt my muscles start to return as the last of my younger days baby fat melted away. What I was left with was a lean and fit body, one suited for running and jumping, or striking, as it moved with clearly practiced and deadly precision.

The biggest change, however, came with my newfound 'brain magic'. I felt newfound energy begin to build up in my brain as an indescribable feeling came over me, growing stronger and stronger. At one point I felt myself lift off of the ground, all the while the thudding in my skull grew stronger my new past change to accommodate the new additions. At that moment I felt like I knew everything, like I WAS everything before it died away and I returned to normal.

I needed a minute to deal with the temporary enlightenment before I could continue.

Section 5: Gear

Handgun (-200)

100k Pokedollars (-100)

Motorcycle (-100)​

Unsurprisingly, the gear portion was easy to go through. Using the remainder of my CP I got myself what I needed to feel comfortable. A gun, money and a way out if things went bad. I would've had trouble sleeping without a gun and I doubt I would have gotten a place to sell to me with me now being goddamned 14! No, I'm still not over that.

The gun itself is nothing special, semi-auto 17 round handgun with two magazines and a shoulder holster. I could do with better but I've dealt with worse. The money is also self-explanatory, but I won't know until the new memories settle in to see if 100k goes as far here as it does back home. The motorcycle is nothing special either, nondescript black with enough room for two to sit comfortably, but it has unlimited gas tho, so that's nice.

I could go for more but those flaws seem pretty difficult to deal with starting off, I've got too many unknowns to deal with right now to think about getting them.


"Alright Ivan, I think that does it. So what do I do now?"

EXCELLENT

I HAVEN'T DONE THIS IN SO LONG

I'M GETTING EXCITED JUST THINKING ABOUT IT

ALL YOU NEED TO DO IS STAND RIGHT THERE AND

LET ME DO THE REST

INITIATING JUMP IN 5….

4…

3..

2.

1
​

And the floor vanished

DO ENJOY YOUR STAY​

"You son of a biiiiiiiiitch!"


I'm falling, faster and faster, scrambling to find some way, any way, to slow down. I'm racing by clouds like cars on the freeway, a rainbow, and some kind of bird? I'm picking up speed and the grounds getting closer. Did they do all this just to kill me? For what, some sick joke?

The grounds getting closer, I can see a city… Saffron City… How do I know that? Anyway, it's getting closer and there's no way to slow me down. I think I see someone… Wait for what?

It's me…

I'm going to hit…. Me?

Then everything went white.

Spoiler

Vincent's starter will be shown in the next part.

Is it really rare for a Jumper to pick a gun? It makes sense to want something to protect yourself just in case right?

Also, I've added I.V.A.N. as a go-to for Vincent instead of the Benefactor, I have reasons for this in character, and also because I don't trust myself to not botch writing him.

 

[CausalityCircle]

naw it makes sense that a guy coming off a one man war against organized crime and no knowledge of pokemon would go for the gun option. People just don't pick it usually cause when you think Pokemon you don't think -I'll need a gun.

Now that I think of it, seeing that most of the games have you going up against organized crime or death cults, packing a gun is a smart option.

 

[Human8130]

flash fith bluish light - third snippet typo, should be with.
There was another mistake in the first or second snippet but I forgot what it was and can't be bothered to find it again.

I like that you've got an interesting OC with a backstory, only other guy I know who's done something like that in a jumpchain is Cliff which says good things about this story going forward. Though it seems a little weird that the mafia would be foolish enough to push human trafficking on a guy who earned the title of "the saint" in a non-ironic fashion.

I don't see why a guy who's seen war, and then participated in his own personal crusade against organized crime fairly successfully would need the Combat perk, but I didn't go to look up the actual perk so maybe it has something a lifetime of violence wouldn't provide.

Overall it looks like an interesting story, though the second snippet doesn't really add anything and I would suggest leaving it out. Watching with interest, despite not much caring for pokemon fanfics.

 

[nwish425]

flash fith bluish light - third snippet typo, should be with.
There was another mistake in the first or second snippet but I forgot what it was and can't be bothered to find it again.

I like that you've got an interesting OC with a backstory, only other guy I know who's done something like that in a jumpchain is Cliff which says good things about this story going forward. Though it seems a little weird that the mafia would be foolish enough to push human trafficking on a guy who earned the title of "the saint" in a non-ironic fashion.

I don't see why a guy who's seen war, and then participated in his own personal crusade against organized crime fairly successfully would need the Combat perk, but I didn't go to look up the actual perk so maybe it has something a lifetime of violence wouldn't provide.

Overall it looks like an interesting story, though the second snippet doesn't really add anything and I would suggest leaving it out. Watching with interest, despite not much caring for pokemon fanfics.

Click to shrink...

Personally, I picked the combat perk because it makes sure he always stays calm in combat, which I'd think would be hard to do with the brain of a 14 year old. As for the human trafficking, there is a reason for it, one that will be made clear with time. Also thank you for the typo alert.

 

[Human8130]

Yeah, I can see how zen combat would be useful.

 

[pancakes]

naw it makes sense that a guy coming off a one man war against organized crime and no knowledge of pokemon would go for the gun option. People just don't pick it usually cause when you think Pokemon you don't think -I'll need a gun.

Now that I think of it, seeing that most of the games have you going up against organized crime or death cults, packing a gun is a smart option.

Click to shrink...

I mean they are kinda useless when compared to Pokémon though

 

[CausalityCircle]

I mean they are kinda useless when compared to Pokémon though

Click to shrink...

But he doesn't know what pokemon are tho

and yeah they probably wouldn't have much of an affect on pokemon. But Humans still die when they are killed even if pokemon don't.

 

[pancakes]

But he doesn't know what pokemon are tho

and yeah they probably wouldn't have much of an affect on pokemon. But Humans still die when they are killed even if pokemon don't.

Click to shrink...

Not really because humans can tank Pokémon attacks, and pretty much all Pokémon attacks hit harder than a bullet

 

[We Just Write]

I remember last time I did a jumpchain. Wound up hacking the mass-energy conversion systems of pokeballs to basically turn them into nuclear warheads. Fun times.

 

[nwish425]

Not really because humans can tank Pokémon attacks, and pretty much all Pokémon attacks hit harder than a bullet

Click to shrink...

The way I see it humans can tank Pokemon attacks because the Pokemon in question isn't trying to kill them, and that if they were then you'd see people dropping left and right. If that's how it works then a bullet in the skull should still prove deadly.

 

[nwish425]

After Effects


​

I wake to find myself on a bench, it appears to be evening during the spring, and I'm in what seems to be an inner-city business park. Down the street is a building marked as Silph Co. I don't get it, one minute I was falling to my death and now I'm sitting on a bench on a sunny afternoon.

OK think, maybe I fell because I was figuratively "dropped" into my new life? The drop in option is the most basic one after all. My history didn't exist in this world until just now, at least that's my story and I'm sticking with it. Now that that's out of the way I should figure out what I'm doing here on this bench.


It's confusing at first, looking through these new memories. Were they fabricated or did I actually live a new life up to this point unaware of who I really was, or was there another me and I just replaced them? Probably not the last one because of that flux thing Ivan mentioned but still, it's a disturbing thought.

I grew up here in Saffron City, the commercial center of the region, and my father is a scientist at Silph Co. the company responsible for the manufacturing of a large of the worlds pokeballs and trainer supplies. As for what the fuck a Pokemon is, I now know it's like an animal if you gave it superpowers and decided, "Ya that sounds like something children should be in charge of!" I recently decided to leave on a journey of my own and just about to say goodbye to my father before leaving before I suddenly felt lightheaded and needed to sit down.

It's strange, I've got a new set of memories that seem just as real as my original ones, and it's not like they're just for helping me acclimate, if their real then my father is waiting over at Silph for me…



"Mio Dio my father is alive in this world."



I start walking to the front door before I even know my feet are moving, I need to know. I walk through the front doors, how did they open on their own? Nevermind I can search the new memories for an answer later, right now I have bigger things to worry about. The receptionist smiles at me as I approach.

"Here to see Rodrigo?" She says, apparently it's not the first time I've come by. She presses a button and talks into a phone before I can respond. "Dr. Pentangeli, your son is here to see you. Yes sir, you can go on up now Vincent, I'll let security know you're on your way up."

I approached the elevator, and slowly stepped inside. What am I going to do, what do I say? How do you talk to someone whose corpse you identified? I shouldn't be getting so worked up, he's not my real dad, just a copy Ivan and the Benefactor created for my backstory, but still...

As I get off of the elevator I'm still thinking of what I'm going to do, I hardly even notice myself navigating the hallways to my father's lab and stepping inside…
….
…
..
.

"Hey there Mio Figlio, it's finally time isn't it?"


Before I can think I rush forward and hug him, it can't be real, but it looks and sounds just like him. It takes more effort than I care to admit to hold back tears as I hold my dead father in my arms.

"Are you OK son?" He says as he awkwardly returns the embrace.

"It's nothing padre, it's just good to see you." As I respond I relinquish my hold and step back.

"You're really feeling anxious about your journey aren't you son?"

"Something like that, I wanted to see you one more time before I left."

"I'm glad, but you know you can call me anytime, so why are you're never going to see me again?"

Shit, I need to get myself under control, I can't break down here. "It feels like it's been forever is all, and I know you're just a call away but you know it's not the same."

"I know son." He says as he steps back and smiles at me. "Look at you know, it seems like just yesterday I was watching you take your first steps and here you are, all grown up."

"I'm only fourteen dad." Much to my chagrin.

"You know what I mean, after we lost your mother in the war I tried my best, but I knew I could have done better; Cut down on my hours or something and I just wanted to say I'm sorry for that, I know it wasn't easy. You've grown into such a strong young man, I was worried, unfoundedly is seems, I know whatever you decide to do you'll succeed. I love you son."

Damn, I'm going to need to accept this now, aren't I? "I love you too dad." I could barely hear myself say it.


We talked for another few minutes until he had to return to work, some kind of special project the company was working on. I was walking on shaky legs on my way out but held it together until I ducked into an alleyway.

He was dead, but he's back. Then again, the same could be said of me, couldn't it? I subconsciously run my hand over my left lung, where I got shot before this all happened. Oh well, no turning back now after all, and there's one more thing I need to check.


I reach into my bag and pull out a red and white ball, a Pokeball according to my memories, and push the button in the center. The ball launches into the air and a red beam of light shot out before coalescing into a ball in the air and changing.

The resulting creature was about 4 or so feet in diameter as it floated in the air in front of me. The center of it was composed of a black ball of condensed gas with two large eyes, surrounded by more purple colored gas. It turned to look at me before speaking. "Gastly."

Gastly, the Gas Pokemon. According to my memories, I first found Gastly while visiting my uncle, who I'm pretty sure didn't exist until I chose my starter, in a place called Lavender Town to the east of the city. Lavender Town is the home of the Pokemon Tower, the largest graveyard in the region, and because of that is the only area in Kanto you can reliably find ghost type Pokemon. He started following me soon afterward, playing pranks and generally having fun at my expense until I unlocked my psychic potential. After that, he found me significantly harder to mess with and eventually decided to become my starter, so long as he could still have fun with others with my help.

"You ready to go?"

He bobbed up and down in a way that mimicked nodding.

"Then let's get some supplies and to see what this world has to offer."

Gastly enthusiastically followed me into some of the nearby stores, generally making a nuisance of himself, as I collected some basic supplies. I don't intend to camp outside but I want to be prepared just in case. As I do so I began to think about what I'm going to do, and the nature of what exactly happened before. At first, it was moving too fast to really think but now I have a chance to catch my breath, I was dead, or about to be, and now I'm a kid again about to go off on some sort of adventure to entertain some kind of otherworldly sycophant.

What the fuck am I going to do?

I suppose for now I should explore, the money I obtained should last a while if I use it for expenses but it won't last forever. If my memories are correct if I beat someone in a 'Pokemon Battle' then they need to pay me money as a prize, so basically I could just mug people in broad daylight. Other than that it looks like the region summary from the beginning was wrong about the crime rate. This region has trouble from a group called Team Rocket, from all I can surmise this group resembles the mafia in several ways and nobody knows who the leader is.

I might need to deal with them in time.


After I leave the shopping district I find my motorcycle waiting for me. I found all the proper documentation on me earlier so it should be fine but still, what dumbass gave a 14-year-old a license? As I start it up I found a nice surprise, the radio plays Sinatra.

"Gastly," My Pokemon says as he enters his ball.

"You said it, let's ride," I say as I start it up. "Lazarus."

Now let's see if this world ready for me.​

Spoiler

That's it for now, the next part I write will likely be farther into the jump, for now, I mainly wanted to address the effects of choosing a non-drop in option. It is a whole new set of memories of a whole new life after all. It's not something that should just be glossed over.


As for Lazarus, I decided Gastly would be a common Pokemon because, while it can only be found in one place, it has a 95% encounter rate in that place. Plus Gengar is amazing and criminally underused.

This is the last of the parts I made in Reddit, so I'll be writing the next part. As such, I'll obviously be uploading much slower so please be patient.

Feel free to let me know what you think below, and I hoped you enjoyed.

And for those who celebrate it, happy Easter.

 

[Funeral Pyre]

Happy Easter to you as well.

Gastly is a pretty nice choice. Gengar is both terrifying and cool, and a decent fit for your OC. Will be fun to see if you just let him hang out in your shadow all the time, and whether or not he'll become Mega-Gengar.

 

[VexMasterTyrant]

Thanks for the chapter, and keep up the good work. I'm Always interested to see and read new Jumpchain stories.

 

[Honorous]

so basically I could just mug people in broad daylight.

Click to shrink...

This cracked me up!
Reading about someone that has no idea about what the jumpchain is and no knowledge of the setting was pretty fun.
Pretty cool build as well, no drawbacks for his first jump was a good choice.

 

[Arimai]

@nwish425 Your formatting is off. There are too many empty lines in your chapters. Are you by chance copying from Word and pasting here?