- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- Speed of Light
- One post per day
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Transgender
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- Fantasy, Romance, A bit of horror, magical, and almost everything.
Ah, the bright town of Twinleaf was truly a peaceful one. With a total of 3 houses and a Pokémon lab, many wondered how it even counted as a town. That was 50 years ago. It now consisted of a successful town, full of proud parents who had very successful trainer children. It bustled with activity while still retaining a certain sense of charm. Almost all of the children who had grown up in that town had gone off with their first Pokémon, and became great trainers in their own right. All except two. However, let's get to that in a minute...
The town had been full of whispers and rumors lately of wild Pokémon becoming feral and attacking. Others said they saw a black figure before finding a Pokémon stuck in some sort of nightmarish coma. Danger seemed to come from everywhere, changing the rules of becoming a trainer a little bit. Children still sought to become a great trainer, or possibly contest winner depending on the child, so instead of sending the young ones out alone with only a small Pokémon, they prepared them a little more.
Back to the two children, today was the day they could get their first Pokémon! One of the two, a young brunette, ran through the streets. She had inherited her father's knack for never getting anywhere on time. She turned a corner, her ponytail trailing behind her. The girl pushed up her glasses, keeping them from sliding down her nose and away from her blue eyes.
"I'm late... I'm late... I'm so late!" The pale girl nearly crashed into someone, narrowly avoiding smacking them with her backpack. "Sorry!" She called, still running. Her worn tennis shoes slammed against the concrete roads as she finally reached her destination, a large lab that would lead her to her future. She panted, glad she had worn a tank top on the warm day, before taking in the building. Her cargo shorts rustled, their pockets ready to be filled as she stared at the blue building with windows showing glimpses of the wonders that were to be held. The girl took a deep breath before she got ready to open the door. "Welcome to the rest of your life." She whispered to herself before walking into the laboratory.
If only she knew just what mess she was going to get herself into.
The town had been full of whispers and rumors lately of wild Pokémon becoming feral and attacking. Others said they saw a black figure before finding a Pokémon stuck in some sort of nightmarish coma. Danger seemed to come from everywhere, changing the rules of becoming a trainer a little bit. Children still sought to become a great trainer, or possibly contest winner depending on the child, so instead of sending the young ones out alone with only a small Pokémon, they prepared them a little more.
Back to the two children, today was the day they could get their first Pokémon! One of the two, a young brunette, ran through the streets. She had inherited her father's knack for never getting anywhere on time. She turned a corner, her ponytail trailing behind her. The girl pushed up her glasses, keeping them from sliding down her nose and away from her blue eyes.
"I'm late... I'm late... I'm so late!" The pale girl nearly crashed into someone, narrowly avoiding smacking them with her backpack. "Sorry!" She called, still running. Her worn tennis shoes slammed against the concrete roads as she finally reached her destination, a large lab that would lead her to her future. She panted, glad she had worn a tank top on the warm day, before taking in the building. Her cargo shorts rustled, their pockets ready to be filled as she stared at the blue building with windows showing glimpses of the wonders that were to be held. The girl took a deep breath before she got ready to open the door. "Welcome to the rest of your life." She whispered to herself before walking into the laboratory.
If only she knew just what mess she was going to get herself into.