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Loraine nodded at Griff's words.
"alright then. Let's go." she said, walking towards the direction of the lab. Lucario followed, glaring all around the area of Pallet Town.
Once Loraine got to the lab, she paused for a moment, and looked at what the building had become. She remembered when the building was the brightest part of Pallet, but now, it was dull and chipped. It only seemed like yesterday when Loraine stepped into the building for the first time when she was eleven.
Loraine opened the door, and peered her head inside the room.
"Professor Oak?" she called. "It's me, Loraine, and the others are near."
Loraine wondered whether or not Oak still remembered her.
The boy followed closely on Loraine's heels, breaking into a jog, his Dratini close on his heels. As they ran, there was a roar behind them somewhere far out in the trees. Griff shivered as a flock of oversized Pidgeys burst into flight, startled by the noise.
He didn't completely relax until he was inside the gates of Pallet, giving the gate-openers a wave, but they just rolled their eyes at him. He slowly lowered his hand. He sure had a reputation 'round here.
"H-hey! Wait up, Loraine!" he yelled, turning his head back to the policewoman and seeing that she was already pretty far ahead of him. He picked up the speed and weaved around people, darting toward the Pokemon lab.
He slowed to a stop behind Loraine, hearing voices from inside the lab. "...told me to come by. He and Loraine are on their way." Griff could see four figures inside the lab already. He glanced at Loraine and walked past her into the lab.
"Yo!" he shouted, lifting a hand in greeting. He noticed a boy he didn't know, and figured it was the mysterious Nero, so he winked at Oak and said, "See, y'knew you could trust ol' Griff to get everyone here. Safe and sound!"
The professor seemed a little pained at Griff's grammar. He gave the boy a weak smile, which turned genuine when he saw Loraine loitering at the doorway. "Come in, come in!" he cried. "In fact, everyone have a seat, just giving me a moment..." He waved for them to follow him deeper into the lab; he produced six cushions from a cabinet for the Trainers to sit on, and waited to speak until he saw they were all comfortable.
"Now, the reason I have gathered you all here today..."
((I HAD TO DO THAT I AM SO SORRY. xD))
She would have said more, but Nero's comment surprised her, and her face actually showed the confusion. Beauty? That was a new one. "I... thank you. You too." Oh, Arceus, how was she meant to respond to that? Thankfully the conversation topic was changed. Melody nodded at each of Nero's Pokemon before allowing Emolga to jump onto her hand. "This is Emolga. I would introduce you to the rest of my team, but I feel that combined they would tear up this lab, not to mention take up all the space."
It was then that the others arrived. Melody only awarded them a brief glance before she retreated to the back of the lab, zapping Emolga back into her Pokeball for now. She found herself taking a cushion inbetween Griff and Nero and hugged her legs to her chest, watching Oak as he began to speak.
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The Professor
Oak sat behind his desk and ran his fingers through his balding hair. "Nice to see you, Jae." He waited for the boy to take a seat. Then he slowly began to talk.
"It's been almost eight months since the Noise."
Silence in response. In the audience, Griff's eyes widened. Few people kept track of the time anymore; watches and cell phones had stopped long ago. Their battery supply had been one of the first to go. He wouldn't have ever guessed it was that long.
"I know that everyone is getting as anxious as I am. Why haven't we received any aid? Where's the League, the Gym Leaders? We haven't even had any refugees. What's become of Johto, Hoenn, Sinnoh, Unova?" Oak bent his head, privately mourning his grandson. "And we've all lost someone we love, or even worse, are left in the dark as to what has happened to them..." His forehead creased with worry.
"Do any of you know--" The professor rattled off five names. All Trainers. Griff's hands clenched the sides of his cushion. "Perhaps you've already heard the news, as it's traveled fast. But today, they were all killed... young Griff there found their bodies guarded by an enormous Arbok." Griff looked away.
The professor turned and pulled down a huge regional map of Kanto, then spun around to look at the six Trainers again. "Anyone want to tell me where Arboks are found in the wild? That's right," he said, not waiting for an answer, his words growing more feverish as he grabbed a Sharpie, "not here!" He scribbled a circle around Pallet Town and the surrounding areas and routes. "My fear is that the more vicious Pokemon who live to the north, east, and west have expended all their food sources and are migrating south to try and find more. In other words, I'm afraid that all the other cities..." He looked at the Trainers, exhaustion suddenly spreading over his face. "...are gone."
There was quiet. Oak placed the Sharpie on his desk and gave them all an intense stare. "Everyone knows that six is the most powerful combination of Pokemon to have in a team. You can have an amazing type variety there. You can take down almost anyone you meet." He eyes scanned over the Trainers. Griff, Melody, Nero, Jae, Lorraine, Mic. "You six are here because... well, because I'd like to ask a favor of you." He took a deep breath. Oh boy, how would they react? "Will the six of you accompany me north to try and discover if any city other than Kanto is still alive?"
The moment was powerful and shocking until the professor started mumbling to himself, abashed, "I mean, I know it's practically a suicide mission, and practically nobody has come back even from trying to get to Viridian, and with the more powerful Pokemon showing up every day it's sure to be really tough, and you'll have to leave Pallet, but..." His voice got quieter and quieter until it faded out, and he looked at them hopefully and nervously.
After all, the world was pretty hopeless anyway. It would have been better to die while trying to save the world then sitting around and hoping for things to change. She didn't quite know the other trainers, but if Oak had gathered them together, then she knew they had to have been strong. This also made Loraine remember her past; how strong she used to be before she got a job. She remembered running through all of the regions, battling all the people she could until she made it to the pokemon league. She remembered all the gym badges she collected, now probably a part of the rubble in Celadon. And then, she remembered when she was only eleven, choosing the fiery pokemon called charmander. She remembered Oak's smile afterwards, telling her that she had made a good choice.
Loraine took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and clenched her fist tightly. She couldn't believe what she was about to say, but she knew she had to. It was Oak. Without him, she would've been one of the many victims of the noise.
Loraine opened her eyes, justice, bravery and concern filling her face, and she boldly said to Oak, "Yes, Samuel. I'll go. I don't know if the others here will, but i'll accompany you. If nobody comes, leave the mission to me."
Melody didn't need Oak to tell her that this had the potential to become a suicide mission. Frankly, the whole plan sounded stupid to her - she had half a mind to excuse herself, go back to her shed, and preserve her life. But... she could be useful. Maybe even needed. She probably had one of the most varied teams here, and quite a lot of experience to boot. She could actually do some good.
So why was it so hard to open her mouth and say yes?
Melody looked at the ground as Loraine spoke, trailing her finger along the floor to make spirals. Her mind was racing, and it was very hard to make sense of anything. But really, when she delved deeper, it all boiled down to one question: what was a life like hers doing sat in the corner of nowhere doing absolutely nothing with her talents? There could be whole places unaffected that she could help this group discover. Maybe she could contact Unova.
Without a word, Melody looked up at Oak and nodded.
"Yeah, yeah, off with the sappy stuff, eh, grampa?" The loud voice came from the side of the room where Griff was sitting, arms crossed and pouting. Perhaps he felt jealous that everyone else was getting all the attention. Standing casually, he shrugged and said, "Course I'll go on this little trip. Sounds fun. I was gettin' bored here anyways."
Oak grimaced at the boy's pride. "Right... yes, thank you ever so much, Tony." He gave the others an apologetic look as if saying, I had to bring him!
Silently Melody glanced around at the small team of four, dropping to the ground and sitting back on the cushion. She looked up at the map of Kanto Oak had drawn on, a small frown crossing her face. Unlike Unova, Kanto seemed to be mainly 'off the beaten track' routes. Grass, mud, forests, caves. All places these mutations could hide. The threat level was heightened by the fact Melody wasn't too brushed up on her knowledge of Kanto pokemon and the places they hung out.
Once again, Melody felt a pang for home.
With a small shudder Melody shook the thoughts away. Griff had seemed to jump in rather quickly to sign up to this suicide mission. Melody tilted her head to look at Griff sat next to her, fixing her intense stare on him. "You know, you don't have to join up just to look good." She said quietly.
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jae stood up " Im In , we'll search high and low along the way we may find refugee camp's this is going to be hard but we have each other " he glared at his peer's grining at the trainer's
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There was one thing Nero had wondered about the noise but was never willing to share it with others, not until he'd managed to gather information about it but that was practically impossible from Pallet Town. He also wondered how certain pokemon had changed.
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