[Temp, Bez, Wraith]Go outside and continue playing "Pokemon Master." (Locks in current activity, setting Harry's main interests and talents as a trainer.)
[Rig, Game,] The Research Notes again, this time let's see if a Dictionary will help. (Locks in current activity, setting Harry's main interests and talents as a trainer.)
[Jag,] Some old videotapes Mom has tucked away in a closet, labeled "51th Indigo Grand Festival"
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You go outside, and mess around out there, throwing the Pokeball at random things, pretending you were catching Pokemon after amazing battles.
"Pokeball, go!" You throw the ball, and it bounces off of a tree, into the edge of the forest. You frown, and walk over there, picking up the ball, only to notice something YELLOW put its hand on the ball at the same time. You look up, and see the owner. "Uh... hi there."
It leers down at you. "Hy... Hy pno no Hyp?"
("My... What have we here?")
"Umm... This is my Mom's Pokeball. It's... probably... really bad if I lose it."
It blinks, and lets go of the ball, and you can't help but notice the... swinging... pendulum... sooooo innnnviiiitiiiinnnnggggg-
"Stop right there!"
You snap out of it, and you're suddenly deep, DEEP in the woods, and it's nearer to nighttime than it was. You look over there, and see a young man, about 17 years old. He's clad in well-worn jeans, a black shirt, a sleeveless vest, and a more recent incarnation of the Official Pokemon League Cap than your mom's old hat. A badge of some sort has been pinned to it. A Pikachu sits on his shoulder.
"Hey, you're Harry, right? Yer mom's worried sick about you. Just get behind me."
You nod, and get behind him. You're... not sure what this is all about. But... he knows your mom?
"So you're the reason kids around here tend to go missing for a while, huh? Makes sense, you need to eat dreams, but you really can't be kidnapping folks for your daily bread. They got families that worry about them!"
The Pokemon turns to face you and the man, who grins in response.
"So that's how it is... Well, let's see what you've got, Hypno!"
He sends out his first Pokemon, a Pidgeot, and they immediately have it out. "Pidgeot, Wing Attack!" The bird flies forward, smashing into the Psychic type, slashing it with its wings.
You watch the battle, but if asked later, you'd say you couldn't remember a second. No, more important to you was the way he carried himself. The confidence, the way he egged on his Pokemon with wild motions.
And then, the cincher.
"You've put up a great fight, but you can't escape now! I'll take good care of you!"
You watch him turn his cap backwards, and then palm a Pokeball. Your heart seems to stop as he rears back, and...
"Pokeball, GO!"
The ball flies from his pitch, and hits the weakened Hypno square in the head. As it lands, and begins to shake, you mentally begin to count.
3...
2...
1...
The ball clicks, having completed the capture. The man runs up to the Pokeball and snatches it up, hefting it high.
"Aha! I caught a Hypno!"
"Pi Pikachu!"
("We gotcha!")
After striking a pose, he relaxes as the ball teleports away. You're just staring at him.
"... Hey, what's up? You okay there, kid?" He walks up to you, kneeling down, and patting you on the head, eyeing your hat. "... Huh, classic. You know, I got one of these back home."
"Assshhhhhh!" You look around a the new voice, and see a redheaded woman running up to you. "What was that all- Oh! Hey, there, little guy. Looks like you found him, Ash."
Ash smirks. "Told you we'd find him easy. Thanks for the assist, Pidgeot."
The huge Bird Pokemon settles next to you and the adults, and Ash pets it. It's... wow. You're pretty sure it's bigger than any of the Pidgeot you saw at the Bird Cage...