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Pokemon Crystal Mind	By : Destroyahirismix666 Category: +M through R > Pokemon Views: 7762 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Move it.” The barrel of the flame-thrower poked into the grunt's back as he stepped out of the hole in the mountain. Takuya poked him several more times, the last one right at the base of his neck. “Don't make me kill you. Your teammates decided to turn you in, take your anger out on them.”
Clouds still covered the sky, and the last of a drizzle was falling from the heavens. “We're going to get wet.”
“I've been stuck underground for almost three days now. The worst of the storm has passed, I'm not going to stay out of the UV rays any longer. Now get MOVING!”
The grunt leaped off the small ledge at the entrance of the east cave. His feet landed on the side of the cliff, and he allowed gravity to slide him down. Takuya followed shortly afterwords, kicking up dust and dirt behind him all the while. “Looks like we got out here at about mid-morning, judging from the brightest point in the clouds above. If we're lucky, we can walk to Cerulean City and you won't have to sleep in the exposed element now, will you?”
Briskly, the bound man walked forward, the significantly younger teenager behind him, holding the weapon to his back.
“Little Oaf.”
“You used that insult three times in the cave. And before you break into what sounds like a German or Russian dialect, I don't really give a danm when I can't understand what your saying.”
“Do you feel like a man now that you've pushed us around, punk?”
The prodding question was left answer-less. “You nearly kill one of my comrades and severely injure the other one, then you leave the other three in my new group to aimlessly wonder around the interior of that mountain until they die? Some hero you are. Gotta stop the big bad Team Rocket!”
“I never claimed to be a hero. If I wanted to be a hero, the ones that are always under-loved and under-respected, I would have joined the police. Hell, maybe I would have had a gender swap so I could be the next Officer Jenny.”
“You want to be like the misguided trainer Red! That's all.”
The black-haired male chuckled. “Not hardly. While I do admire his goals and his effectiveness, there are several major differences and tons of assorted minor ones. For one, I don't want to just disappear for years, leaving everyone else to assume I'm dead. For two, I'm not out to catch every pokemon in existence. I'm out to build an effective team. Quality over Quantity. You don't see me running around, spending money on replacement Pokeballs to capture animals I don't really care about. If a pokemon needs a shot at life or has potential, boom. I capture it. I'll let them leave if they want afterwards.”
“You sound like those Plasma Freaks across the Ocean.”
“Not hardly. I'm not a terrorist. Besides, why do you think I take the most powerful pokemon or those that need a chance to live?”
Silence carried over the mountainous route for a time. The pacing of their feet on the muddy path the only thing that dully tried breaking the monotony. “The ones that need a chance is because I still respect life. The stronger ones is because I've got theories. Theories that I can only prove so far by not working in a lab. Theories on evolution and theories on bonding.”
“Your one of THOSE sick freaks huh? Getting off by f*cking your 'mons?”
“I'm not here to discuss Pokephilia, and that came so far out of left field I'm not even sure how you got that from what I said. Unlike Red, who apparently had a virtually not-existent bond with most of the pokemon he owned save for his special 6, I want to see what having a small group of pokemon does to the group's mentality and mindset. How every victory and every loss affects them. Granted, I'll be heading up the rungs of the ladder and beat all the Gym battles here. I'm also likely to kick the Johto league and then go after the Elite 4 themselves.”
“That's not making sense.”
“We know how humans react to wins and losses in a Pokemon battle. With almost 75 percent of the economy based around Pokebattles, the reaction can go to the extremes. But on average, there is just normal dejection or satisfaction. But almost no study has been done on the minds of those doing the fighting. Why else do you think I run an internet VLOG? To not only earn money so I can travel comfortably...” Takuya kicked his feet together, the shoes plainly damaged in the soles. “But also to record all the data of during, before, and after. I'm curious as how a bond with the trainer enhances or decreases their emotional reaction. If you couldn't tell during the beat downs that was handed to you and both teams you were on, Jupiter is very loyal. His reaction to victory is elation, and to defeat is minor-to-moderate dejection. As opposed, I've not had the time to examine Perkūnas and get an accurate reading on his reactions to victory and defeat.”
“A hippie scientist huh? One of those that think they are SO smart because they don't study in a lab and have no accurate methods of research. A cold, isolated soul with no sense of respect for life...AHHH!” The man clad in the black and red shirt tumbled to the ground, landing on his back, or more accurately, his wrists that were still tied up behind him. He winced in pain, only to look up and see the barrel of the flamethrower he had once wielded now pointing at his face.
“You have no room to talk about life. Come back to me on that when you are the one that feels the mind of a Kadabra with a heart defect reach out to you, then slowly pull back to death's clutches. Or when an Mightyena attempts to call for it's owner when undergoing painful surgery. When the pokemon reach out to you, and reach out to you right beside death's door or under extreme pressure, and you feel it without causing it, THEN, only THEN come back to me about that.” Takuya pulled the barrel back from the man's face.
“Oh, that's really clever. You fail to realize that nearly every painful emotion that those pokemon feel are from battles, caused by this insane world we live in?”
“What's it to you?”
“What do you think the new and improved Team Rocket's goal is? We're here to break up the old system, a system that keeps everyone enslaved to a single corporation like Sliph Co and makes a never-ending spiral of pain and agony, followed by cures from that same company.”
“And by achieving terror, you think that you can save the pokemon?” The teen stepped back a bit farther, and began laughing.
“Don't mock our pledge! We-”
“Oh, oh, I know, I know! I hear extremists like you ALL the time! But you know what's funny about it? Earlier you tried to group me in with the Pokephiliacs, and acted like it was a harsh and cruel group.” He chuckled a few more times. “What you say is what most of them say after converting to their cross-species relations!” He chuckled lightly. “I hold nothing against you if that is what strokes your ego and strokes your cock. They are sentient beings, and even though only Psychic, Ghost, and Dark types are the only ones recorded on carrying on conversations in a audible human language on a mental plane, ALL Pokemon have expressed communication and could express consent. It's not like you could rape most Pokemon, most of which are more powerful then a average human.”
“What are you getting at?”
“What I'm getting at is this. I know, and most everyone who works in the medical profession, knows that the system is broken. Your message is not new. But do just a bit of thinking for a minute here. Just a little bit.” Takuya crouched down next to the man that was still laying on his back. “What are you going to do after abolishing the current system? Do you have a new system in place, ready to launch? Have you been printing or smelting new currency for us to use? Because as you know, the Yen will collapse with almost every other major currency if you succeed. Do you have controlled distribution centers? How about methods of transporting food and water in the higher-populated areas and across oceans once the riots start breaking out. People are going to want food, and they'll want to horde it. And in order to gain it all, they will resort to weapons such as the one I have in my hand, and resort to using the very creatures they have raised as weapons.”
“So? Out of all chaos comes order.”
“Yes, but what kind of order do you wish to establish. The type of situation you are calling for would demand immediate solving. Quickly made civil unrest would be much more jeopardizing then a slow, accumulated build up to it. In fact, if you could avoid the unrest utterly and just slowly alter the system over 40 or 50 years, I'd guarantee you that so few pokemon would be hurt and injured, it would become funny.”
“I don't get it.”
“I'll make it simple for your grunt-like mind to understand. Whenever an organized system, no matter how flawed, collapses, who are the first three kind of people to benefit?”
“Who?”
“Those that had invested all they had in food, water, and necessities. They become the hubs of trade if they have control of their supply and demand. The second type are the ones that get ass lucky. Now the people in those two categories are rare. Those in the first one run out of energy to defend their stockpiles, and luck is a rare and fickle thing. You know what the third type is?”
“Who?”
“Take a guess?”
“Trainers?”
“Not hardly. It would be the ones that were in power heading into the mess, especially if they were not viewed as the cause of it. Take a second and think of every major city in Kanto, Johto, Honnen, Sinnoh, and hell, maybe even the Sevii Islands. What do almost all of the cities have in common with each other?”
“Gyms and-”
“That's the one. Gyms. Which are run by Gym Leaders, always the most powerful people in that city, bar none. And they all answer directly or indirectly to the Elite Four, and to extension, the current reigning champion. They have massive amounts of power at their disposal, all of them owning small armies of Pokemon that could level entire city blocks if the right commands were uttered. THESE people would strike fear in the hearts of the masses, and they would be the ones to organize everything through fear that they would have to use, rather they wanted to or not.”
“I don't get it.”
“When the people lose their bread and circuses, they all go apeshit. They'll fight whoever they see just to try and take the slice of heaven they imagine that the target has. It takes a real strong show of power such as that of a Gym Leader, Elite Four Member, or Champion to snap them out of it and force them to realize that their world got rocked, and they can't do anything about it. Add that in with the fact that the local Gym Leaders, Elite Four, and the Champion are always viewed as heroes, even gods among some, and can do no wrong. The riots evaporate as everyone falls in line to the beat of their drums.”
“And then they'll make the new system we dream of.”
“Wrong-O. Despite the Rocket kook-aid you've been drinking, I will assure you the system, at best, will go back to what it was before. Those three groups, Gym Leaders, Elite Four members, and Champion, possibly with former champions such as Blue Oak, aren't standing up to the current system. They see nothing wrong with it, or what they do see wrong with it is overlook-able. But the more likely scenario is that the Elite Four and/or champion will gradually roll in a new social-economic system that gives them more power. Why they would have more power is up to you to decide. Maybe it's to put them in control to prevent another collapse, maybe it's a conspiracy. It doesn’t mater.”
“Then what do we do?”
“Roll over.”
“I'm NOT taking it in the ass from them like a b-i-tch! We've fought to hard and long-”
“No you dimwitt!” The trainer groaned. “Roll over so I can get you off the ground and we can get moving again!” The grunt complied, rolling onto his stomach as the teenager grabbed him from behind and began to help him up. “No one here knows what to do. That's a fact. I don't care if your a product distributor and seller, if your a medical worker, or a pokephiliac, which are the three main groups that see the broken system. They all see the problem, none of them see a possible solution. But moving without a plan is worse then staying the same.”
The man stayed quiet as the duo continued their march toward Cerulean. “I'll let that sink in a bit for you. Maybe if your Rocket buddies try busting you out of prison, you can communicate this to them and explain where they went wrong.” Takuya stopped walking for a bit. “Anyways, to Cerulean we still go. Just because I had a 'deep' conversation with you doesn’t mean I'm letting you go.”
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The bag fell off of Takuya's back and landed with a rough thud on the ground. “Jupiter, Eon, Perkūnas. Come forth!” He tossed the three Pokeballs into the air, letting his companions free into the earth once more. “Sorry about leaving you all cooped up like that for so long. I didn't want to appear like we were all ready for a battle when I was trying to send a criminal off to the...as my mother calls it, the slammer.”
Takuya landed square on his rear end, looking up into the bright, early-morning sky. “It is SO NICE to be out here in the sun!” He commented, leaning all the way back. “Not just that, we're swimming in Yen! I never expected so many people to watch the vlogs we've posted thus far!” He tilted his head forward just a bit, looking southward. Over the large body of water he could see the dome of the Cerulean Gym along with a few other assorted buildings. Compared to Pewter City, which was a super-condensed town with a medium-sized population, complete with a foursome of solid-steel skyscrapers raising into the skyline, Cerulean's City was much more modest. The day before had been a blatant show of that. He didn't even realize he had walked into the city until he was close to the town's center. Compared to Pewter, or the much more grand and luxurious cities of Viridian or his hometown of Vermillion, the north-eastern city held no tall buildings over 4 or 5 stories. The Pokemon Center and Cerulean's Gym, which was a water type gym, were the tallest buildings. Even the Police Station wasn't more then a single floor in height.
“We've been walking our asses off since Monday. It's Sunday again. Not to mention we spent THREE days total underneath that danm mountain.” Takuya kicked his footwear off, leaving his sock-covered feet out to the world. “I can't take this anymore. I've not had a bath since I was in Viridian.” Leaning forward, he pulled the socks off of his feet. “And my clothes? Pfft. A Muck could live in these things and feel like he was making it cleaner.” The next article to go was his jacket, followed by his pants, shirt, and briefs. This left him utterly disrobed and exposed to the elements. “Hey, at least I've got new soles for my shoes. NO MORE PAIN!”
“Jolt!”
“Vee!”
“Before I go any farther...” The male bent over toward his pack, grabbing the pair of zippers on one of the compartments and untying the strings he had used to keep it together. After untying the knot, he reached in and pulled out a small plastic bag filled with leaves. “Jupiter, get in the water.” He remarked, reaching in and pulling out several of the leaves inside.
“Jolt!”
“Now.” Takuya commented as he waded into the edge of the water. His serious tone seemed to snap the quadruped into line, and the electric-type came toward the water's edge. Hesitantly, he dipped his first foot within the wet substance before submerging all four of his legs and the majority of his body in the water. As soon as he did, the trainer was upon him, holding leaves in both hands and slapping them right onto the body of his Eeveolution. “These leaves should still work to take in the excess of the...charge.” Takuya grimaced lightly as a few stray sparks from the fur touched his wet hands, making his arms feel a bit number then normal. Having been Jupiter's primary caretaker since he had evolved, he was used to taking some electrical discharges, especially when bathing. On occasion, he even looked at it as a sign of affection from him. That said, it still was much, MUCH safer to bathe him in water with the mineral-laden leaves.
While Takuya took great care to begin cleaning off the excess dirt from the spiky fur, Eon was just the opposite. She had no negative reaction to the water, being an un-evolved normal-type. After having been away from a large body of water for so long, she quickly and gladly splashed into the water side, not going nearly as far as the other two due to how short she was. The energetic splashing coupled with the cooing Eevee would have caught the attention of anyone else on the path. That was why Takuya had taken this northern route. After asking around a bit, he was informed that Route 24, and it's sister path 25, were dead-end routes. While they had once been occupied by various trainers, any time Cerulean was under a crisis, the people on that route would rush back to the main city, coming together to rebuild in this case.
The afternoon before, Takuya had showed up just as the rains cleared up for good. After dropping the captured criminal off at the station, and subsequently being verbally reprimanded for taking the law into his own hands, he spent a few yen on new soles. While the weather had set him back time-wise, and the entire city was under a state of repair, even the Gym Leader working on the buildings in question, it gave him some time to relax.
For that reason, most of the trainers that would normally have been here were still in the main city. It left him free to bathe himself, his pokemon, and eventually clean his clothes, without concern of freaking people out with public indecency. He already had come into 'bad terms' with the police here. After relaxing in a hotel for the first time in in what felt like years, Takuya had been sought out by the local officer Jenny of the area and brought back to the police station, where he was to testify about the situation surrounding his round-up of the Team Rocket member. While his story was taken with harsh stares, bloody 'Only Ones' thought they were the only ones that should be allowed and capable of handling criminals, it was generally accepted due to a similar testament by the Rocketeer.
“Perkūnas. Time to switch. It's your time in the water.”
“Pika Pika.” The electric mouse took several steps back, shaking his head.
“Either that, or your going to need to clean yourself off to the point that I can't distinguish your smell from the cleaner smells of myself, Jupiter, and Eon.”
“Pika...” The mouse type begin his own personal grooming regimen, raising his arms and roughly nipping at them while trying to grind the dirt out of it.
“Jupiter, you're free to go.” Takuya pushed his first electric-type out toward the land. Spreading his arms in a Jesus-like fashion, he dropped his body into the water, letting it come up and flow over him. His mind was still heavy with what had transpired last night. After turning in his recount of the events at Mt. Moon, he was given a quick briefing of what he missed out on. According to the testimony of the man, the four Team Rocket members had been stationed in the bottom of Mt Moon to wait out the typhoon intentionally. While there, they were to turn off the generator in the lowest levels, the generator that he had noticed but never inquired or asked about, and afterwords raid and burn the city to the ground.
Takuya never had known there was a city there. Apparently it was small, only home to about 15 people, between 4 houses, and a small shopping center. Apparently it was a hub for people lost within Mt Moon...on it's upper levels and not the lower ones. It also was, along with the Poke-center outside of that mountain, a place well known for it's trade between citizens of Pewter and Cerulean city. However, due to his mysterious mental blackout, coupled with the fact that he took the lower routes rather then the higher ones, everyone who was in the city was slaughtered. The city was likely burned to the ground by the very flame-thrower that Takuya turned in along with the criminal as an unlicensed weapon.
Takuya realized he was staring while thinking, having stopped in the middle of his own cleansing process. “Wait...” Something caught his eye back on land. While just south of Route 25 was the water he was currently washing himself and his team at, north of it was a forest. A forest which seemed to have taken significant damage recently.
The male walked out of the water, taking a quick look around to ensure that there was no humans in the area that would give him trouble for his nudity. No one seemed to currently be around. With that in mind, he hustled across the open plain, looking closely at the edge of the forest. Several trees were snapped as if a great forced had plowed into them, snapping them about a meter or two from the ground. Other looked to have been knocked on the side by a large, powerful mass, evidenced by the large indentations in the sides of the various trees.
“What in the hell happened here?” He gently ran his hands over the indents and destroyed trees, smelling the wet wood. “This couldn't have been from the Typhoon. Something large must have showed up here. Showed up and done battle.” He stepped back, silently listening to the forest, half-expecting to hear whatever it was that had done such damage. While there was no special noise that came from within, he felt a bit apprehensive even at the situation, knowing that something very powerful must have crashed through the area.

I think that if you are a hard-core player of the Gen 2 games (Mainly Crystal) and their remakes, you'll likely have a solid idea as to what happened exactly at Route 25.
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