Who Just Asked "Why Can't We Be the Same?"
Jun 12, 2015 20:18:00 GMT -6
Post by JustAnotherOutcast on Jun 12, 2015 20:18:00 GMT -6
The basic premise is, in the land of Irrem, there is a hatred towards carvinorous Pokémon, as well as Adventurers who travel Off Road into the homeland of these carnivores.
Cem is a Raichu living in Feltre who finds complaining to be a fun pass time. Often mistaken as an Adventurer due to his evolution, he claims he got his Thunderstone from an Adventurer. However, not everyone believes his tale.
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The land of Irrem was a peaceful place for Pokémon. All types found their lives simple. It was near impossible not to what with the abundance of food and availability of resources. Danger was a thing of the past. Inside the towns, hostile Pokémon were rarely encountered, as if there were no such thing anymore.
Humans? Irrelevant. They existed, of course, but they weren't a concern. No one had seen one in years, so the fear of trainers was practically nonexistant. No one had to evolve to survive, and if they did, it was only for fun. Sport, perhaps. Reaching a final evolution was rare, even more so if a stone was required. This era of peace was a near utopia, and the Pokémon were happy.
But, like all places, Irrem had its shadows. Not all Pokémon were friendly. Some places were marked on maps as "Off Road." A simple term, polite and not too intimidating. But the Pokémon knew what it meant. It meant stay away. Because what lived Off Road? Carnivores.
The only thing that a Pokémon feared was a carnivore. A Pokémon who had to eat meat—another Pokémon—to survive. Those "Pokémon" were rarely considered such. Because of this stigma, both scavangers and omnivores had to keep their records clean. One slip up, one rumor of eating Pokémon, and work was impossible to find. A new life as a hermit was eminent.
But however dangerous Off Road and its carnivores seemed, there were always the courageous ones. Pokémon who travelled Off Road intentionally—some for fame, others for thrill, others out of curiousity—were called Adventurers. Or Mapcaps. Both were common names for these Pokémon, though the latter was much more insulting. Most often the only Pokémon to ever reach their final evolution, these Adventurers fought carnivores on a daily basis, always aware of the looming scavangers around them and the peril of their journeys.
Due to the dangerous nature of their activities, Adventurers were often viewed as trouble. Not all held the same beliefs, but many Pokémon refused to see how endangering themselves in the wilds of Irrem was an activity to be admired. It was foolish, not to mention a bad influence on the young ones.
Yet another stigma caused problems, and Pokémon who had reached a hard-to-acheive evolution were regarded as reckless. Many took it upon themselves to inform the Pokémon that their lifestyle was wrong, and they had best change it before it was too late.
Cem had often been questioned if he was an Adventurer, but he'd always denied it. The Thunderstone he without a doubt had used to evovle into the Raichu he was? A gift from a friend. Long gone, they were. Just a stupid adventurer who got gobbled up while Off Road.
Many Pokémon believed the older Raichu. After all, he wasn't exactly young. He wasn't an elder, but he most definitely wasn't in his prime like the hard-headed Adventurers who often strolled through town for supplies and rest. Not to mention his complaining was near unbarable. No one who complained that much when being forced to move faster than a walk could possibly be an Adventurer.
Yet the conclusion on Cem's past was not unanomous. There were a few who believed the old Pokémon had seen more than a few dangers in his life. Though many of these believers were simple children, some older Pokémon held their suspisions. After all, a second of hesitation could hint at a lot.
Cem had gotten used to it, however. He was a very friendly Pokémon, and not much could ruffle his feathers, including the broken bamboo of his window that had been snapped when a few young ones had thrown their ball a bit too far. He hadn't yelled, but he by no means let the four off the hook. The kids were sent home with promises to return to repair the window that weekend.
That was how Cem found himself in the market place of his town, Feltre, picking up a few bamboo shoots and snacks for the kids. His shopping wasn't uneventful, though. He did run into quite an interesting character...
Cem is a Raichu living in Feltre who finds complaining to be a fun pass time. Often mistaken as an Adventurer due to his evolution, he claims he got his Thunderstone from an Adventurer. However, not everyone believes his tale.
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The land of Irrem was a peaceful place for Pokémon. All types found their lives simple. It was near impossible not to what with the abundance of food and availability of resources. Danger was a thing of the past. Inside the towns, hostile Pokémon were rarely encountered, as if there were no such thing anymore.
Humans? Irrelevant. They existed, of course, but they weren't a concern. No one had seen one in years, so the fear of trainers was practically nonexistant. No one had to evolve to survive, and if they did, it was only for fun. Sport, perhaps. Reaching a final evolution was rare, even more so if a stone was required. This era of peace was a near utopia, and the Pokémon were happy.
But, like all places, Irrem had its shadows. Not all Pokémon were friendly. Some places were marked on maps as "Off Road." A simple term, polite and not too intimidating. But the Pokémon knew what it meant. It meant stay away. Because what lived Off Road? Carnivores.
The only thing that a Pokémon feared was a carnivore. A Pokémon who had to eat meat—another Pokémon—to survive. Those "Pokémon" were rarely considered such. Because of this stigma, both scavangers and omnivores had to keep their records clean. One slip up, one rumor of eating Pokémon, and work was impossible to find. A new life as a hermit was eminent.
But however dangerous Off Road and its carnivores seemed, there were always the courageous ones. Pokémon who travelled Off Road intentionally—some for fame, others for thrill, others out of curiousity—were called Adventurers. Or Mapcaps. Both were common names for these Pokémon, though the latter was much more insulting. Most often the only Pokémon to ever reach their final evolution, these Adventurers fought carnivores on a daily basis, always aware of the looming scavangers around them and the peril of their journeys.
Due to the dangerous nature of their activities, Adventurers were often viewed as trouble. Not all held the same beliefs, but many Pokémon refused to see how endangering themselves in the wilds of Irrem was an activity to be admired. It was foolish, not to mention a bad influence on the young ones.
Yet another stigma caused problems, and Pokémon who had reached a hard-to-acheive evolution were regarded as reckless. Many took it upon themselves to inform the Pokémon that their lifestyle was wrong, and they had best change it before it was too late.
Cem had often been questioned if he was an Adventurer, but he'd always denied it. The Thunderstone he without a doubt had used to evovle into the Raichu he was? A gift from a friend. Long gone, they were. Just a stupid adventurer who got gobbled up while Off Road.
Many Pokémon believed the older Raichu. After all, he wasn't exactly young. He wasn't an elder, but he most definitely wasn't in his prime like the hard-headed Adventurers who often strolled through town for supplies and rest. Not to mention his complaining was near unbarable. No one who complained that much when being forced to move faster than a walk could possibly be an Adventurer.
Yet the conclusion on Cem's past was not unanomous. There were a few who believed the old Pokémon had seen more than a few dangers in his life. Though many of these believers were simple children, some older Pokémon held their suspisions. After all, a second of hesitation could hint at a lot.
Cem had gotten used to it, however. He was a very friendly Pokémon, and not much could ruffle his feathers, including the broken bamboo of his window that had been snapped when a few young ones had thrown their ball a bit too far. He hadn't yelled, but he by no means let the four off the hook. The kids were sent home with promises to return to repair the window that weekend.
That was how Cem found himself in the market place of his town, Feltre, picking up a few bamboo shoots and snacks for the kids. His shopping wasn't uneventful, though. He did run into quite an interesting character...