Trainer Name: Leethoof
Pokemon:
Don Straton's Pokemon: Vanguard the Bastiodon, Boggle the Toxicroak, Stasis the Voodoom, Ragequit the Rampardos, Slag the Probopass, Tulowitzki the Aerodactyl, Helton the Rhyperior, Gumbo the Cradily, Ra the Solrock
Louise Straton's Pokemon: Aegis the Bastiodon, Muddruckers the Stunfisk, Jambalaya the Mandibuzz, Henehene the Carracosta, Konstantine the Tyrantrum, Anastasia the Aurorus, Jeddediah the Larvitar, Francis the Cawmodore, Jasmine the Gliscor
Lee Straton's Pokemon: Bulwark the Shieldon, Jurassic the Archeops, Thrawn the Armaldo, Andre the Emboar, Giovanna the Houndoom, Naomi the Grotle, Mortimer the Weezing, Sven the Gyarados, Arthur the Salamence
Alexis and Alina Straton's Pokemon: Frontier the Shieldon, Warden the Shieldon, Siddhartha the Musharna, Squall the Drifblim, Ivetta the Vivillon, Annabelle the Swablu, Rainmaker the Squirtle, Cheyenne the Scratchet
Currency Counters: 0
Universal Counters: 40
Pokemon:
Don Straton's Pokemon: Vanguard the Bastiodon, Boggle the Toxicroak, Stasis the Voodoom, Ragequit the Rampardos, Slag the Probopass, Tulowitzki the Aerodactyl, Helton the Rhyperior, Gumbo the Cradily, Ra the Solrock
Louise Straton's Pokemon: Aegis the Bastiodon, Muddruckers the Stunfisk, Jambalaya the Mandibuzz, Henehene the Carracosta, Konstantine the Tyrantrum, Anastasia the Aurorus, Jeddediah the Larvitar, Francis the Cawmodore, Jasmine the Gliscor
Lee Straton's Pokemon: Bulwark the Shieldon, Jurassic the Archeops, Thrawn the Armaldo, Andre the Emboar, Giovanna the Houndoom, Naomi the Grotle, Mortimer the Weezing, Sven the Gyarados, Arthur the Salamence
Alexis and Alina Straton's Pokemon: Frontier the Shieldon, Warden the Shieldon, Siddhartha the Musharna, Squall the Drifblim, Ivetta the Vivillon, Annabelle the Swablu, Rainmaker the Squirtle, Cheyenne the Scratchet
Currency Counters: 0
Universal Counters: 40
Berry Pocket:
2 Oran Berries
2 Leppa Berries
2 Cheri Berries
2 Chesto Berries
2 Pecha Berries
2 Rawst Berries
2 Aspear Berries
5x Chople Berries
5x Shuca Berries
Awesome Pocket:
Focus Sash
Air Balloon
Exp Shares x3
Flying Gem
Cell Battery
Smooth Rock
Rock Ruby (wtf does this do)
Metal Coat
Hard Stone x2
Expert Belt x2
5x Ultra Balls
5x Cherish Balls
Mental Herb x3
Power Herb x3
Silverpowder
Blackglasses
Moon Stone
Max Revive
Claw Fossil
Houndoomite
Charged Stone
Weakness Policy
Rare Candy
Razor Fang
Aerodactylite
Protector
Lucky Egg
Amulet Coin
Hyper Potion
Max Ether
Heart Scale x2
Salamencite
Plume Fossil
Gyaradosite
Altarianite
Helix Fossil
Armor Fossil
Focus Band
Cover Fossil
2 Oran Berries
2 Leppa Berries
2 Cheri Berries
2 Chesto Berries
2 Pecha Berries
2 Rawst Berries
2 Aspear Berries
5x Chople Berries
5x Shuca Berries
Awesome Pocket:
Focus Sash
Air Balloon
Exp Shares x3
Flying Gem
Cell Battery
Smooth Rock
Rock Ruby (wtf does this do)
Metal Coat
Hard Stone x2
Expert Belt x2
5x Ultra Balls
5x Cherish Balls
Mental Herb x3
Power Herb x3
Silverpowder
Blackglasses
Moon Stone
Max Revive
Claw Fossil
Houndoomite
Charged Stone
Weakness Policy
Rare Candy
Razor Fang
Aerodactylite
Protector
Lucky Egg
Amulet Coin
Hyper Potion
Max Ether
Heart Scale x2
Salamencite
Plume Fossil
Gyaradosite
Altarianite
Helix Fossil
Armor Fossil
Focus Band
Cover Fossil
Don Straton set his pick down, leaning against the edge of the poorly-lit tunnel. Pretending to not even notice the pack of four burly thugs and two Machoke standing between him and the mine exit, he removed his work gloves and combed back his hair with a gritty hand. Seeming to suddenly be interested in the cracks of the tunnel wall, he took a step toward and inspected the black walls closely.
“I know yer tryin’ t’ignore me, Don”
And Don tried his hardest to ignore them, continuing to look at the wall. He sent a cursory glance up to the thugs, acknowledging them with a slight nod, before turning his attention back to the grain of the rock. He did notice the thick trunks of their legs shifting slightly into a fighting position out of the corner of his eye, and subtly moved his hand closer to his dropped pick in preparation.
“Lissen up, Don.”
Don lifted his gaze, glaring squarely into the leader’s eyes. As he had expected, these eyes were those of Burt Grostein, unofficial kingpin of Oreborough Mine. Technically, Roark owned and headed the mine, but Burt and his henchmen kept everyone in line, through whatever means necessary. Roark was naïve enough to think that Burt was simply doing his job as foreman, but all of the workers under his thumb knew better. Looking to the left and right, Don noticed Burt had brought some of his toughest lackeys; either Burt was scared of Don, or he really wanted to know more about what Don had begun to uncover yesterday.
Burt stepped closer into the light of the single oil lantern hanging in this section of the tunnel before speaking again. His brown, curly beard could hide be mistaken for a Bidoof at first glance, but Don figured it would be unwise to bring that up now. Many other miners figured that out the hard way.
“I heared ye found somethin’ th’ other day. Tell me mo’ ‘bout it, Don, or you’ll be talkin’ t’ Tuck’s fist instead,” he gestured to a bald man tall enough that he had to crouch down in the passageway as he spoke.
Tuck nodded in agreement as Don continued to stare into Burt’s eyes silently. He considered his options quickly, rolling them through in his head as he rolled his muscles in preparation for the anticipated fistfight. Finishing the staring contest with the foreman, Don stretched his neck and caught a glimpse of a pair of faint yellow eyes and a glint of a thin blade in the darkness behind Burt’s group.
“I’d talk t’ Tuck’s fist here, but I think it’s too dumb t’ understan’ what I’m sayin,” Don said coolly, cracking a humorless grin.
Tuck did not appear to find this funny, and was ready to introduce his fist to Don before Burt raised his hand to stop him. The Machoke were getting were restless, shifting their weight from foot to foot and cracking their knuckles. They came here to fight; not to talk idly for even a moment. Don intended to find a way to weasel his way out of a dangerous brawl, but it was unlikely. He had found the motherlode of a lifetime – not just coal, but rare fossils. With the money the museum paid for genuine fossils, Don could finally have his ticket out of the hellish Oreborough Mines. He had intended to keep it a secret from Foreman Burt, but it looks like one of the other miners ratted on him.
“Jus’ tell me, Don. I won’ bother ye fer at leas’ two months.”
“Liar. We all know how solid yer word is.”
Burt frowned at his quarry’s uncooperativeness before speaking measuredly, trying to control his rage.
“Don, ye know mines work. There’s only so many tunnels, so many paths that I can search befo’ I find whateve’ yer hidin’ anyways. Looks like I’ll jes have to beat ye up, and find it myself.”
“Yerself? Ye mean sendin’ one o’ yer buddies out t’ do it fer ye?” Don sneered, tensing himself up for the fight.
Burt straightened himself, glaring at Don with eyes so dark and full of anger, they could almost do the talking for the foreman. His eyes were saying, “I’m gonna kill ye, Donald Straton,” but Burt himself said something a little calmer.
“Those is strong words comin’ from somebod’ who’s outnumbered six t’ one.”
“Six t’ three, idiot.”
Fortunately for Don, his Pokemon got the cue, and leapt out unexpectedly from the shadows behind the group of henchmen. Boggle sprung straight onto one of the Machoke, his barbed fists already clawing at the muscled Pokemon’s face as he collided into it, sending both of the fighting-types to the ground. Stasis opted to go straight for one of the humans instead, her electrically-charged pin slicing past the man’s mining gear and cutting into his chest. He fell down, shocked and bleeding, as Stasis prepared for her next target.
Tuck went straight for Don as the fight broke out, and Don easily evaded his first rage-fuelled blow, retaliating by jabbing him in the nose. Tuck was a resilient guy, though, and even a solid blow against his face wouldn’t put him out. Don struggled to get another hit in against his foe’s relentless flurry of punches, forced to defend as best as he could against the heavyweight man.
Boggle rolled gracefully off the dirty floor while the Machoke struggled to get to its feet. Boggle took advantage of the slower reaction time, and quickly coated his claws in venom before impaling them into both of the Machoke’s large biceps, ensuring that he struck a major vein in both arms. The Machoke, only on its knees by now, slumped back down with glazed eyes, incapacitated by the strong poison. Boggle forcefully removed his claws from the fallen Pokemon’s arms before assessing the situation, only to be knocked to the ground by a kick from one of the henchmen.
Stasis noticed her ally’s predicament and set her feet apart, bracing herself as she fired off a glowing sphere of ki energy. The blast caught the man in the stomach, and he doubled over with pain. As he tried to support himself against the tunnel wall, Stasis readied another sphere, this time aiming for his head. Just before she attained the necessary focus to fire it, though, the other Machoke, eager to avenge his brother, slammed into her cushioned body.
Don and Tuck were fighting a short ways down the mineshaft, and Don looked desperately for some way out of being beaten to a pulp by the larger man. Stumbling backwards over a stone, he found his opportunity right as Tuck loomed over him. Don quickly swept out his legs, bringing Tuck to the ground as well, and grabbed a nearby pickaxe, striking the henchman in the kidney with the blunt end. He didn’t need any deaths to clean up in addition to this mess. Dusting himself off as he stood up, Don looked over at Stasis’s and Boggle’s situation.
Boggle was weaving around, dodging blows from one of Burt’s lackeys, but only occasionally getting in a counterattack; he appeared to be on the defensive as Don just was. Stasis’s duel was even grimmer, as there was little she could do to avoid being the second Machoke’s punching bag. Burt himself waited, his fists balled, looking for an opportunity to join the conflict. Don loosened up, and entered back in to the fray.
Burt wasn’t expecting the kick to the backs of his knees, and crumpled to the floor. Other than disabling him temporarily, Don ignored him for now. He needed to help his Pokemon. Don began jabbing wildly at the man, and the thug turned around suddenly to face his new foe. Boggle then slashed the man in a large gash across his back, giving Don the chance to finish him off with a solid uppercut. Don shook his fist in pain, but Boggle wasted no time in rescuing Stasis.
The agile frog bounced on to the wall of the tunnel and sprung off to tackle the Machoke. Unfortunately, this Machoke was not caught by surprise like the last one, and reached out a hand to grab Boggle midair. Slamming its new prey into the rock wall, the brutish Machoke continued to pummel Stasis. Just as it was ready to finish them both off with its crushing strength, it was suddenly wrought with horrible headaches, and dropped both of its foes to clutch at its head in unimaginable pain. Stasis smiled cruelly as she recovered her pin, turning to face Burt. And she found Don held at gunpoint by the foreman, the captor’s face contorted into a mess of seething anger.
Both Pokemon readied themselves to fight, but Don fearfully shook his head, and they stood down. Burt grimaced before speaking, his gun held steadily mere inches away from Don’s ear.
“Don…eithe’ one o’ ‘em makes a move, they’ll be cleanin’ yer brains off th’ floor”
“Yers, too, if they even bothe’.”
Burt nudged Don on the ear with the cold steel, and Don blinked thrice with the eye opposite to the foreman, so the gunman was completely unaware of the signal he had sent. Stasis and Boggle each sent a sideways glance towards the other, and then staunchly looked back at Burt.
Stasis narrowed her button eyes, and her sewn-in heart pattern began pulsing erratically with dark energy. Before Burt could even react, he clutched at his heart, wincing and kneeling down in pain. Boggle jumped in with a flying kick to knock the gun further down the mine shaft, while Don kneed the crouching Burt in the chin, knocking the tyrant of a foreman out cold on the stony ground. Bruised and exhausted, but more importantly, victorious, Don walked measuredly back to Oreborough City.
In the days following that fateful brawl, Don Straton wasted no time extracting the vein of fossils, eager to leave the prison of the Oreborough Mine. He presented the valuable stash to the museum, receiving two forms of payment: a large sum of money (enough to free his soul from the company store) and one of the resurrected Shieldon, as a gift of gratitude. Don packed up his few possessions and set out to hike across the towering Mount Coronet, a dangerous excursion even for experienced veterans.
Nonetheless, Don and his Pokemon were capable enough, and wandered around in the stony caves and cliffs for days, meeting and befriending new rock-types all along the way. Finally arriving on the other side, something had changed within Don’s mindset. No longer would he leave the rugged and lonely life of a doomed miner; he would be jolly and friendly to all he met. Emerging in the fertile plains near Farming Town, Don was a completely new person. He knew the life of a miner was not for him, but until now, he had never been able to escape.
In the next few years, Don met and married the gentle and loving Louise. Using Don’s fossil money, they started a profitable and renowned Pokemon ranch, mostly dealing in Shieldon and Bastiodon. Harvesting the metallic bits that scrape off of the steel-types during daily life, he discovered a method to smelt these into a tough, resistant metal. Providing for the entirety of Farming Town’s iron needs, Don and Louise became important and loved members of society.
They started a family, too. Lee Straton was their first child, and is now seventeen. Like many young people, he travelled the world as a Pokemon trainer, though he did help out on the ranch whenever he is home. During this these aimless travels, his wanderlust came to an end in Nimbasa City, where he visited a rock concert of a local band. Entranced by the wondrous music, Lee knew he had found his calling and purchased a guitar immediately. He rose through the music scene quickly, finding true skill in his previouslyundiscovered talent, and eventually began to work on a gig worthy of only the greatest of concerts. With his trusted and loved Pokemon, he built Monolith Hall atop a Sinnoh mountain, and now spends his days there, as both the ASB Rock-type gym leader and premier rocker of the world.
The twins, Alina and Alexis Straton, are both six years old. They are mischievous and carefree like most children their age, and have the same strange synchronized mind that most twins have. They love playing with their Pokemon all day long, and usually just leave the Pokemon to themselves during battle, cheering them on and giving them moral support rather than orders or suggestions. They choose Pokemon arbitrarily based on how fun they are to play with.
“I know yer tryin’ t’ignore me, Don”
And Don tried his hardest to ignore them, continuing to look at the wall. He sent a cursory glance up to the thugs, acknowledging them with a slight nod, before turning his attention back to the grain of the rock. He did notice the thick trunks of their legs shifting slightly into a fighting position out of the corner of his eye, and subtly moved his hand closer to his dropped pick in preparation.
“Lissen up, Don.”
Don lifted his gaze, glaring squarely into the leader’s eyes. As he had expected, these eyes were those of Burt Grostein, unofficial kingpin of Oreborough Mine. Technically, Roark owned and headed the mine, but Burt and his henchmen kept everyone in line, through whatever means necessary. Roark was naïve enough to think that Burt was simply doing his job as foreman, but all of the workers under his thumb knew better. Looking to the left and right, Don noticed Burt had brought some of his toughest lackeys; either Burt was scared of Don, or he really wanted to know more about what Don had begun to uncover yesterday.
Burt stepped closer into the light of the single oil lantern hanging in this section of the tunnel before speaking again. His brown, curly beard could hide be mistaken for a Bidoof at first glance, but Don figured it would be unwise to bring that up now. Many other miners figured that out the hard way.
“I heared ye found somethin’ th’ other day. Tell me mo’ ‘bout it, Don, or you’ll be talkin’ t’ Tuck’s fist instead,” he gestured to a bald man tall enough that he had to crouch down in the passageway as he spoke.
Tuck nodded in agreement as Don continued to stare into Burt’s eyes silently. He considered his options quickly, rolling them through in his head as he rolled his muscles in preparation for the anticipated fistfight. Finishing the staring contest with the foreman, Don stretched his neck and caught a glimpse of a pair of faint yellow eyes and a glint of a thin blade in the darkness behind Burt’s group.
“I’d talk t’ Tuck’s fist here, but I think it’s too dumb t’ understan’ what I’m sayin,” Don said coolly, cracking a humorless grin.
Tuck did not appear to find this funny, and was ready to introduce his fist to Don before Burt raised his hand to stop him. The Machoke were getting were restless, shifting their weight from foot to foot and cracking their knuckles. They came here to fight; not to talk idly for even a moment. Don intended to find a way to weasel his way out of a dangerous brawl, but it was unlikely. He had found the motherlode of a lifetime – not just coal, but rare fossils. With the money the museum paid for genuine fossils, Don could finally have his ticket out of the hellish Oreborough Mines. He had intended to keep it a secret from Foreman Burt, but it looks like one of the other miners ratted on him.
“Jus’ tell me, Don. I won’ bother ye fer at leas’ two months.”
“Liar. We all know how solid yer word is.”
Burt frowned at his quarry’s uncooperativeness before speaking measuredly, trying to control his rage.
“Don, ye know mines work. There’s only so many tunnels, so many paths that I can search befo’ I find whateve’ yer hidin’ anyways. Looks like I’ll jes have to beat ye up, and find it myself.”
“Yerself? Ye mean sendin’ one o’ yer buddies out t’ do it fer ye?” Don sneered, tensing himself up for the fight.
Burt straightened himself, glaring at Don with eyes so dark and full of anger, they could almost do the talking for the foreman. His eyes were saying, “I’m gonna kill ye, Donald Straton,” but Burt himself said something a little calmer.
“Those is strong words comin’ from somebod’ who’s outnumbered six t’ one.”
“Six t’ three, idiot.”
Fortunately for Don, his Pokemon got the cue, and leapt out unexpectedly from the shadows behind the group of henchmen. Boggle sprung straight onto one of the Machoke, his barbed fists already clawing at the muscled Pokemon’s face as he collided into it, sending both of the fighting-types to the ground. Stasis opted to go straight for one of the humans instead, her electrically-charged pin slicing past the man’s mining gear and cutting into his chest. He fell down, shocked and bleeding, as Stasis prepared for her next target.
Tuck went straight for Don as the fight broke out, and Don easily evaded his first rage-fuelled blow, retaliating by jabbing him in the nose. Tuck was a resilient guy, though, and even a solid blow against his face wouldn’t put him out. Don struggled to get another hit in against his foe’s relentless flurry of punches, forced to defend as best as he could against the heavyweight man.
Boggle rolled gracefully off the dirty floor while the Machoke struggled to get to its feet. Boggle took advantage of the slower reaction time, and quickly coated his claws in venom before impaling them into both of the Machoke’s large biceps, ensuring that he struck a major vein in both arms. The Machoke, only on its knees by now, slumped back down with glazed eyes, incapacitated by the strong poison. Boggle forcefully removed his claws from the fallen Pokemon’s arms before assessing the situation, only to be knocked to the ground by a kick from one of the henchmen.
Stasis noticed her ally’s predicament and set her feet apart, bracing herself as she fired off a glowing sphere of ki energy. The blast caught the man in the stomach, and he doubled over with pain. As he tried to support himself against the tunnel wall, Stasis readied another sphere, this time aiming for his head. Just before she attained the necessary focus to fire it, though, the other Machoke, eager to avenge his brother, slammed into her cushioned body.
Don and Tuck were fighting a short ways down the mineshaft, and Don looked desperately for some way out of being beaten to a pulp by the larger man. Stumbling backwards over a stone, he found his opportunity right as Tuck loomed over him. Don quickly swept out his legs, bringing Tuck to the ground as well, and grabbed a nearby pickaxe, striking the henchman in the kidney with the blunt end. He didn’t need any deaths to clean up in addition to this mess. Dusting himself off as he stood up, Don looked over at Stasis’s and Boggle’s situation.
Boggle was weaving around, dodging blows from one of Burt’s lackeys, but only occasionally getting in a counterattack; he appeared to be on the defensive as Don just was. Stasis’s duel was even grimmer, as there was little she could do to avoid being the second Machoke’s punching bag. Burt himself waited, his fists balled, looking for an opportunity to join the conflict. Don loosened up, and entered back in to the fray.
Burt wasn’t expecting the kick to the backs of his knees, and crumpled to the floor. Other than disabling him temporarily, Don ignored him for now. He needed to help his Pokemon. Don began jabbing wildly at the man, and the thug turned around suddenly to face his new foe. Boggle then slashed the man in a large gash across his back, giving Don the chance to finish him off with a solid uppercut. Don shook his fist in pain, but Boggle wasted no time in rescuing Stasis.
The agile frog bounced on to the wall of the tunnel and sprung off to tackle the Machoke. Unfortunately, this Machoke was not caught by surprise like the last one, and reached out a hand to grab Boggle midair. Slamming its new prey into the rock wall, the brutish Machoke continued to pummel Stasis. Just as it was ready to finish them both off with its crushing strength, it was suddenly wrought with horrible headaches, and dropped both of its foes to clutch at its head in unimaginable pain. Stasis smiled cruelly as she recovered her pin, turning to face Burt. And she found Don held at gunpoint by the foreman, the captor’s face contorted into a mess of seething anger.
Both Pokemon readied themselves to fight, but Don fearfully shook his head, and they stood down. Burt grimaced before speaking, his gun held steadily mere inches away from Don’s ear.
“Don…eithe’ one o’ ‘em makes a move, they’ll be cleanin’ yer brains off th’ floor”
“Yers, too, if they even bothe’.”
Burt nudged Don on the ear with the cold steel, and Don blinked thrice with the eye opposite to the foreman, so the gunman was completely unaware of the signal he had sent. Stasis and Boggle each sent a sideways glance towards the other, and then staunchly looked back at Burt.
Stasis narrowed her button eyes, and her sewn-in heart pattern began pulsing erratically with dark energy. Before Burt could even react, he clutched at his heart, wincing and kneeling down in pain. Boggle jumped in with a flying kick to knock the gun further down the mine shaft, while Don kneed the crouching Burt in the chin, knocking the tyrant of a foreman out cold on the stony ground. Bruised and exhausted, but more importantly, victorious, Don walked measuredly back to Oreborough City.
In the days following that fateful brawl, Don Straton wasted no time extracting the vein of fossils, eager to leave the prison of the Oreborough Mine. He presented the valuable stash to the museum, receiving two forms of payment: a large sum of money (enough to free his soul from the company store) and one of the resurrected Shieldon, as a gift of gratitude. Don packed up his few possessions and set out to hike across the towering Mount Coronet, a dangerous excursion even for experienced veterans.
Nonetheless, Don and his Pokemon were capable enough, and wandered around in the stony caves and cliffs for days, meeting and befriending new rock-types all along the way. Finally arriving on the other side, something had changed within Don’s mindset. No longer would he leave the rugged and lonely life of a doomed miner; he would be jolly and friendly to all he met. Emerging in the fertile plains near Farming Town, Don was a completely new person. He knew the life of a miner was not for him, but until now, he had never been able to escape.
In the next few years, Don met and married the gentle and loving Louise. Using Don’s fossil money, they started a profitable and renowned Pokemon ranch, mostly dealing in Shieldon and Bastiodon. Harvesting the metallic bits that scrape off of the steel-types during daily life, he discovered a method to smelt these into a tough, resistant metal. Providing for the entirety of Farming Town’s iron needs, Don and Louise became important and loved members of society.
They started a family, too. Lee Straton was their first child, and is now seventeen. Like many young people, he travelled the world as a Pokemon trainer, though he did help out on the ranch whenever he is home. During this these aimless travels, his wanderlust came to an end in Nimbasa City, where he visited a rock concert of a local band. Entranced by the wondrous music, Lee knew he had found his calling and purchased a guitar immediately. He rose through the music scene quickly, finding true skill in his previouslyundiscovered talent, and eventually began to work on a gig worthy of only the greatest of concerts. With his trusted and loved Pokemon, he built Monolith Hall atop a Sinnoh mountain, and now spends his days there, as both the ASB Rock-type gym leader and premier rocker of the world.
The twins, Alina and Alexis Straton, are both six years old. They are mischievous and carefree like most children their age, and have the same strange synchronized mind that most twins have. They love playing with their Pokemon all day long, and usually just leave the Pokemon to themselves during battle, cheering them on and giving them moral support rather than orders or suggestions. They choose Pokemon arbitrarily based on how fun they are to play with.
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