Black walked down the path, his finger absently toying with a belt loop on his jeans. He let out a soft sigh as he looked down at his Xtransceiver. He was both happy and lonesome now that he had started his journey. He thought of his mother as he absently kicked a stone on the path. It launched up and landed atop the head of a small Patrat in the grass with a light thud. It reared it's head around and quietly hissed at him as it ran out from the grass. He gasped, his instincts immediately grabbing at the first pokeball we could reach. It happened to be his Pidove. He released it from the pokeball, and it let out a cry of it's own.

"Pidove, use gust!" Black called out to the bird. It cried out again and flapped it's wings very forcefully, sending a strong gust of wind at the Patrat. It slowed down quite a bit, but kept coming. Black growled slightly in frustration.

"Use gust again!" he called out once more, and the Pidove did as ordered. This time, the gust of wind knocked the Patrat back. Black reached into his pack and pulled out an empty pokeball. He smirked and tossed the ball at the Patrat while it was weak. The ball shook back and forth as it resisted, but it eventually stopped. He brought up Pidove's pokeball, pointing it all him.

"Pidove, return. You did good." he said as he smiled at his Pokemon before a red beam came out of the ball and withdrew the little bird. He walked over, picking up the pokeball with the Patrat in it. He looked at it for a moment before letting the Patrat out. He leaned down, looking the beaver-like creature in the eye as he reached into his pack again. He pulled out a bottled potion and carefully sprayed some onto the small animals injuries from being knocked back. He smiled at it.

"There. I bet that feels better, doesn't it?" he said with a smile as he returned the potion to his pack and pulled out a small tin of Pokemon food. He pulled out a few pieces of the food and put it in front of the Patrat. It happily ate. Black returned the tin of food to his pack and stood. Once the Patrat had finished eating, he held the pokeball out, open, giving the small creature an opportunity to get back in. It stared up at him for a moment before returning to the ball. Black smiled and closed the pokeball. He marveled for a moment at the technology; a tiny little ball that could comfortably hold even the largest of creatures. He wondered how it worked. He gently squeezed the pokeball and it shrunk down further. With that, he put it along with his other Pokemon.

[White]

White sat in a chair, close to the window, of the Pokemon Center in Accumula Town. She had her Snivy, Whistle, on the table quietly eating. Poor White hadn't caught any other pokemon and was slowly surviving by only Whistle. "Sir, can i have a mocha coffee?" She had the power of persuasion, anyone who looked at her just thought she was beautiful and you know what people do for beautiful people.

"Sure, ma'am." The older man at the Pokemart smiled and went to make her coffee. White started laughing at this point, see could see outside that there was some kind of rally going on. She decided to go see, the man returned with her coffee and handed it off to her.

"Thanks, sir." White tipped her hat to the man and walked out. Whistle followed closely behind her, bobbing her head. As White walked to the rally she caught one sentence. 'We Must Liberate Pokemon...' White knew deep in her heart that this couldn't be good.

( Hey, sorry I haven't responded in a while, I was giving some time for someone to claim Geechisu.)

Black continued down the path, knowing he was close to a town, and somewhere to rest. He let out an exhausted sigh, putting his hands behind his head, his arms outstretched. He rounded the corner and say the town, a huge smile crossing his lips. As he approached, however, he noticed an unusual presence. He didn't have to know the town to know it wasn't normal. A strange, green-haired boy had drawn quite a crowd. He let his arms fall to his sides as he walked into town. He walked up to the ever growing crowd, watching the green haired boy.

'We must liberate pokemon!' he heard him call out. He clenched his fist, holding onto the bag with his Pokemon in it.