Alana Bryant - Chosen of Virizion
Broken Bridge in front of clinic, Iccirrus City
"Ugh, don't tell me it was really all a hoax..." I mumble, tapping my feet and looking at my watch.
I was told, from a message I received a few days ago, that I'm "selected by Virizion", of all the legendary Pokémon I heard stories of in my childhood, and having "divine powers" that could help "overthrow the rule of Ghetsis and Plasma", or something like that. To help, I had to "pledge my soul to Virizion by dropping a drop of blood on the stone of the pendant", which I received with the letter.
As much as I think that the whole "Legendary Chosen" crap is full of baloney, I couldn't say no to a chance to kick Ghetsis' and Plasma's a**es for what they've done. If it wasn't for them, I wouldn't be stuck living in the dump apartment in Castelia, hiding Speedzy, my Blitzle, from them and my cowardly parents. There's paperwork to make him your pet, you say? Pffff, paperwork smaperwork, all those crazy words in 'em would make my head implode. Has much as I hate to play hide n' seek, it's easier to do that. Heck, Speedzy and I have mastered the art of sneaking away from Plasma in all those 4 years, we can almost go out in public without being seen!
Anyways, I felt I had to do somethin' 'bout that letter. Plus, baloney taste good, heheh.
T'was a good thing I have kept all that vacation time from my job though, I would've been sad to actually quit my job in front of the noses of the guys at the gym, 'pecially the owner Chaz and my good pal Kassy Joy, one of the part-time nurses there. Instead, both were happy to hear I was finally taking vacation time after "working my butt off non-stop for all those years", although I don't find I worked that hard... Glad I also saved up all that money, too, it'll make travelin' a whole lot easier. I made sure I had everythin' in my trusty backpack, for living in the outdoors and survive in the urban jungles. It got a whole lot on the heavy side, 'pecially with Speedzy slipped in there, but I don't mind at all! Oh yeah, as much as I don't believe that stuff, I did the whole "pledge" thing, and touched Speedzy with it. I was surprised whenever that thing glowed the two times I used it, but it was probably some kind of weird technobabble with light in it that did that. That thing looks nice though, so I've put it on like a bracelet, but I'm keepin' it under my sleeve in case the whole thing is some kind of Plasma trap and they can identify me with it or somethin'. Although it might've been too late since I've put my blood on that thing... oh well, too late.
So, after traveling through cities, forests, and even a desert (darn you Route 4) all on foot, here I am, standing near the broken bridge of the city's clinic in the morning, like the message told me to be there for "confirmation of identity" and "directions for what to do next". According to my watch, it's close to be noon now. I really hope all of this wasn't a joke... I don't want to have taken those 2 months of vacation for nothing... and I feel Speedzy's gettin' tired of being bundled up in my backpack and trying not to move an inch.
Kory Sola, Ice Gijinka
Ugh, another day closer to summer. I never saw the point of summer. It makes me miserable. It removes all energy and willpower to do anything with its horrible heat, and yet I endure it to collect my main item of trade. And business is even slower, as customers are not willing to leave the coziness of their air-conditioned homes, or believe I only sell mushrooms and they only grows during fall and winter. Ha, they're just too stupid to know how fungi can survive any weather. Unlike them, that's for sure. But at least we're not at this point of the year yet. It is still cool enough to stick your nose out without breaking a sweat, while those ignorant fools think the temperature is still good enough for mushrooms to sprout.
Today my shop is closed though, as I have taken the day to handle some chores. After spending the whole morning picking edible and medicinal fungi and herbs in the wild, I go back to the city to return to my house to tend the mushrooms I grow myself. As I was about to put my key through my front door's lock, I hear footsteps behind me. I slowly turn around, not amused of the so-called "thrill-seeker" daring to visit my house. It was simply a mailman though. It is probably a new employee, as the post office knows good and well how I don't accept any kind of visitors - I get the mail from them myself. As his sight crosses mine, he clearly becomes uncomfortable.
"...O-oh, miss Sola," the mailman nervously salutes me by lightly tipping his hat. "I apologies for delivering directly at your house, against your... wishes, but this message has been sent to you with high-priority mail," he pulls out a letter out of his pouch. "It... it was my duty to deliver it directly at your house. A-again, I am sorry for walking into your property without notice."
I keep staring right into his eyes as I slowly grab the envelope out of his hands. I see some sweat dripping on his forehead. The poor thing, he might have heard some frightening, made-up stories related to me from his co-workers and perhaps even from family and friends. It kind of amuses me, to be honest.
"H-have a nice day, miss Sola!" he exclaims as he quickly shuffled back on the street, probably scared out of his life.
As soon as he was out of sight, I looked at the strange delivery. It's missing the return address, and my address was typed by a computer instead of by hand, compared to my usual customers who orders from other places in Unova. I find it... particular, to say the least. I enter my home, stow away in proper order my freshly-picked products, comfortably sit on my couch, open the envelope and start reading the message that it held:
"To: Kory Sola,
Please be careful to who you present this letter. We are group which our purpose is to overthrow Team Plasma's control over Unova.
We recently acquired information that may be of interest to you. We have learned that in the past, Team Plasma had running a secret experiment involving injecting Pokémon genes into the DNA of human children, creating artificial hybrids known as Gijinkas. Twelve years ago, their research and development ended, releasing its subjects after sealing their powers and wiping the memories concerning the operation. According to our intel, you were involved in those experiments, having the blood of Pokémon flowing in your veins.
We have more information concerning your past, but unfortunately we cannot share it within this letter. We would like to secretly meet you in person, behind the abandoned Pokémon Gym at around 4 p.m."
...What is this blasphemy? No signature at end of it, too? Are they trying to provoke me with such a childish prank and unbelievable information? And they claim to be a group to oppose Ghetsis' reign? Hah! If this is any true, they are quite ignorant. Although I have no care in the world about Team Plasma, I am smart enough to know they are not to be messed with. ...But I am impressed of those would-be practical jokers to boldly send this letter and claiming having information about my past, I give them that. Very well then, I shall wait for them at the given time and place, and we will see who will have the last laugh. And who knows, this could very well amuse me...