![]() At least some things weren't entirely different, even if inclusion of Pokémon changed a good number of the plots. The other was the cheap pun of associating an owl with Doctor Who. As I let my arm fall back under the command of gravity, my fingers brushed the smooth leaves of the Rowlet's 'bowtie' and my mouth twisted up in a smile.Īnd there was one of the two reasons why I'd named my starter after the Eleventh Doctor. I reached over to scratch Leven's head, the Owl Pokémon chuffing and whirring with pleasure as I found the good spots. Litten's hairballs were supposed to be flammable which, considering my tendency towards clutter and leaving dirty clothes where I threw them, would probably have meant multiple unintentional incendiary incidents within the first year alone. After that, I'd simply been too excited to have a Pokémon partner of my own to pay any mind to the mistake. The intent had been to get a Litten but some mix-up in the order forms had seen me get the Flying/Grass-type Rowlet. I'd started bothering my mom about getting me a starter when I was eight, two years before I'd legally – and wow, did it say something that the age limit was one of the few laws enforced in Orre – be able to have one that wasn't under co-ownership with an adult. Then, like divine intervention, something small and winged flew over me to land on the headboard of my bed and distract me from the pain of thinking.Ī fresh set of memories clicked into place. And now I had two sets of memories trying to figure out which ones were going to play the part of alpha dog, a process that was currently doing nothing more than giving me a headache and no immediate answers as to where I was – home? Not home? – or what I was supposed to be doing outside of obeying the orders of the alarm clock to rise and fucking shine. I slammed my face into my pillow a few times as if to punish what brain cells I had left. Right, after the whole dying horribly thing – really, what was I expecting after the series of unfortunate events called 'my life'–, there was a creepy cosmic being with a taste for leonine contracts and making tiny mortals suffer for its entertainment. The gears did a little more turning before pulling up another piece of the story. Yet here I was, not dead and – if the ability to have a headache was any indication – not headless. Kind of hard to be anything else after a thirty pound icicle turns your brainpan into chunky salsa. ![]() Not in the hyperbolic sense of being dead on my feet or absolutely done with the world, but in the most literal, most serious sense of 'dead' there was. The gears of my brain slowly sped up from their initial clunky crawl as I kept reaching for what it was about yesterday that I – oh, yeah. My bed was comfortable, the room was warm, and my motivation was low, considering that yesterday… The moment my alarm clock began to ring – a generous description, considering that the noise I programmed it with was a mix of radio garble, static, and high pitch beeping that came together to punch my adrenaline button right in the face –, my hand was out to silence it. Technician (300 cp) – you’re very handy with electronics, from the PC to the Pokéball. Ranger (300 cp) – you gain insight into the instincts of wild Pokémon, along with tracking skills. You can sense emotions, throw up barriers, and throw Aura spheres. Aura (300 cp) – you gain the ability to manifest your Aura. Mechanic (150 cp) – you’re adept with a tool kit and can repair and improve most (mundane) machines. Laptop (100 cp) – solar powered, internet access, top-tier parts. Motorcycle (100 cp) – infinite fuel, not collapsible. Survival Training (100 cp) – you gain an innate understanding of survival skills, being able to survive effectively anywhere. ![]() Fuel isn’t infinite, but regenerates over time. Even nerfed, that's still a lot to work with.) 50k Poké Dollars (50 cp) Welding Torch (50 cp) – can cut through materials up to 2 inches thick. He can also easily snap handcuffs and has pulled a helicopter out of flight before. (Comic Captain America's official 'weight limit' is 800 lbs. ![]() Not Captain America levels, but comparable. 1000 cp + 200 cp (Marked – Cipher) + 300 cp (Damned - Darkrai sends you sanity distorting nightmares at least once a week, maybe more) Age – 17 Small Town (50 cp) Region – Orre Bag (Free) Pokégear (Free) – communications, map, radio Pokédex (Free) Pokéballs x5 (Free) Potions x3 (Free) Hat (Free) Physical Fitness (Free) – physically fit and strong.
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