Trainer Name: Neith Nimr
Location: Sandgem Town
Pokemon:

Fennel ♀ (0/5)

Escutcheon ♂ (5/5)
Partner Pokemon:

Binary (N/A)
Items:
Spoiler:
None

Current Game Points: 7 (+1)


The teenage boy grinned at her. "Yep, that was totally my fault, never take things that are easily identifiable. Must be a little out of sorts from whatever those lights were that transported us here. It's a bit weird being ripped out of your life and having to live by your wits. I just hope I can pick up this Pokemon training thing fast. That fight by the lake was embarrassing. I had no idea what I was doing."

“Never take things that are easily identifiable” Well, I guess that confirms that he’s a thief. But I don’t get the feeling he’s malicious. There must be a reason…

Neith smiled and nodded. “Weird is an understatement. I’ve never so much as gone camping before. I was just about to take a short test trip and now I’m told I’m stuck in not just another country, but another world entirely!
Plus I thought I knew enough about battling, but it turns out I was clueless to the real thing. My first experience wasn’t quite what I wanted.”

"So on to the Pokemon Center. We are not officially registered yet? Do you think they will still heal our Pokemon? My Squirtle took some big hits against that skunk thing."

Neith’s eyes widened slightly. She hadn’t considered that the Centers might not take accept them here. She had assumed that they worked just like Kalos, where everyone was allowed service, trainer or not. But this isn’t Kalos, she reminded herself.

“If they won't let us heal our Pokemon, I might have an idea on how to get our hands on some of their healing supplies."

Neith bit he lip. “I suppose, if they don’t let us heal out Pokemon there… But we should only take what we absolutely need. And only if they wont help us.” She added quickly.

"I mean, if we are truly all here for a purpose, I can only see one set of skills that I bring to the table, and they are generally frowned upon by polite society. So either I'm a mistake and they meant to take one of my brothers, or someone needs something taken from someone"

Nieth paused for a moment. “Well,” she said thoughtfully, “There are lots of times that being able to acquire things from others would be a huge help. Like if Team Galactic try to blow up another lake, you could steal the detonator and stop them, or snatch their pokeballs when they’re not looking?”

"So why do you think you were 'chosen'"

Neith sighed. “I have no idea. I can do computer coding reasonably well, but for that I need a PC, which I just so happened to leave behind in the taxi.” Neith smiled ironically. “Though knowing my luck, the power adapter wouldn’t work here anyway. So if the legends don’t desperately want me to hack in a new skin for them in a video game I have no clue why the chose me.

“If you don't mind me asking, are you from Kanto? Or did you get your Squirtle from somewhere else? Oh, not that I’m implying you stole it,” Neith added quickly. “Just that sometimes trainers don’t get their first Pokemon from the professors, so…”

A cold breeze blew by and Neith shivered. This coat really was made for warmer climates, and without the warmth of Fennel snuggled up in there, Neith could feel the cold more acutely.

“Brr, well, whether they’ll help or not, at least the Center will have heating. Lets get going before we freeze!” Neith bounced off, rubbing her hands together and trying to keep warm.