Candy

This is nervewrecking because I'm forgetful and it's guaranteed I'm going to forget to tag someone >.< If you think I appreciate you, you're probably right so no worries! @Nakoles Thx for partnering with me on the trading shop Hope you got nice mons in return. @Saintsy Haven't traded recently, but a good chunk of my traded mon boxes are you, so thanks for that! @seki108 Thx for trading and battling with me, and just being helpful and fun in general @S.paul Thx for trading super mons, and especially to those people who can't offer high IV mons in return. @Rochi That Steelix was totally worth the effort! Hope we can trade again @luis, @Greninja, @Another Retired Shipper, @Arkiel and the rest of Malkcosh, your mons are awesome and I love your WT Special event! Especially thanks @Arkiel for the pretty profile picture Thanks to @bobthebobby, @Svemir, @StarryDreamerKitten and others who have used Candy and Nakole's Trading Thread: THANKS!!! @Njab and @mde2001 Our saves would be RIP if it weren't for you guys, thx. And ofc @Amethyst for creating the awesome game that Reborn is Korekaramo yoroshiku onegaishimasu!

Thanks!

@Zarc I'm here now My ID is Candy

I look at Bulbapedia, because it lists which pokemon can be bred with the move, and which parents are needed. For avalanche: https://bulbapedia.bulbagarden.net/wiki/Avalanche_(move)

@Zarc Can I get carracosta, lanturn, torterra and barbaracle? I can't trade until about 12hrs later though

Chapter 1 6:00AM. A woman was making breakfast downstairs, when she heard a familiar alarm go off. She braced herself, for the sound was usually accompanied by an even louder clatter - the sound of the poor alarm clock being flung down to the floor with utmost force. However, to the woman’s surprise, the noise was never heard. Upstairs, a mountain of blankets trembled once, twice, and suddenly flew away from the bed as though they had been caught in an explosion. Out of them jumped up a teenager in her pajamas. She tapped the alarm clock, and her hand almost knocked down her graduation photo frame, which she caught before it hit the floor. Putting the picture back, without bothering to make it stand upright, she slid over the floor. The socks complained on her feet, but she didn’t have time to apologize. She then opened and slammed her bathroom’s door. She washed her face, inevitably getting some cold water into her smiling mouth. It was alright, since she would brush her teeth right after - if anything, it saved her time. Brushing her coarse hair with tough strides, and putting on her favorite clothes, the ones she had avoided all summer so she could feel fresh wearing them that day, she ran out of her barely made-up room. “Good morning!” the girl shouted, and her mother almost dropped the dishes. “My goodness, Brenda. You scared me.” “Why mother? I always shout good morning in the mornings.” “Yes, but never at 6AM. I didn’t believe there was anything that could make you wake up this early.” The teenager giggled, scratching the side of her face. “Today is special,” she laughed with widened eyes glittering in anticipation. “Today, I become a pokemon master!” Her mother smiled at her daughter, who stretched both of her arms for emphasis. “You mean pokemon trainer, dear.” “Pokemon master … in the making,” the girl stuck her tongue, and calmed enough to sit down to eat. “Only two eggs, mother? And two pieces of bread?” “What are you saying. You are the one who complains when there is too much breakfast.” “Yes mother,” said Brenda with exaggerated desperation. “But today is different. Pokemon trainers needs to eat a lot, because they exert themselves in training and battling.” She stood up, and showed her mother the punches and kicks she had been practicing for the occasion. Step, step, and jump kick! “It’s your pokemon that will do the battling, dear,” her mother grinned with a hand on her mouth. “They will battle, but if anyone messes with my pokemon, they’ll know who Brenda Hunter is.” “Don’t send trainers to the hospital, please. We don’t have the funds to pay the fees.” Brenda laughed. She loved her mother’s sense of humor, as much as she loved her own. Once she was done with breakfast, and packed her bag with three potions and a Unova region map. As the final touch, she grabbed her worn-out white cap with pink designs, and passed her high ponytail through its reel hole. Then, she ran down the stairs, almost skipping all the steps, to say her final goodbyes to her mother. “You know you can come visit any time,” her mother said, with a hint of melancholy. “I sure will, and will introduce you to my dear super-strong pokemon!” “Thank you, and I will look forward to it.” With that, Brenda gave her mother a long hug and a kiss, and ran all the way to Professor Juniper’s laboratory. When she was close enough to the lab, Brenda realized waking up at 6AM was not early enough to be the first one on board. There were already five or six boys and girls standing in front of the entrance. “Isn’t that Brenda? Good morning, Brenda,” greeted a girl who noticed her running. “Good morning, everyone! How did you guys make it this early?” “We could ask you the same,” said a boy wearing a navy blue shirt. “You were never this early to Pokeschool, that’s for sure.” “Hush, Nick. Can’t you see that this is totally different to Pokeschool?” Brenda stuck her tongue to the boy. She then looked around, but the individuals she was hoping to see were not there yet. Just then, a familiar voice called her name. A girl wearing a fluffy lime green hat waved at her, and she made haste to meet her friend. “Bianca! Good morning, I thought you wouldn’t make it on time,” Brenda smiled, and extended her hands toward her friend, who grasped them tightly. “You’re just unusually early, that is all,” Bianca said. “What’s up with everyone,” Brenda rolled her eyes. “First my mother, then these cheeky kids and now you. Is it so incredible that I’m here ahead of time?” “Yes, it is,” replied four of the six kids in unison. “I didn’t ask you. Rude.” Bianca just giggled inaudibly. “Ah look, there’s Cheren running this way,” Brenda pointed a finger at her friend. “That guy is worse than me. Not even for this special occasion did he bother to wake up early.” “Don’t you see how much stuff he’s carrying? He was probably awake until late, planning every step of our journey.” “Our journey …” There was something Brenda had to tell her friends. However, before she could break it to Bianca, her friend walked over to Cheren and helped him with some of his bags. At that moment, the doors to the lab opened, and Professor Juniper showed up. “Good morning, young ladies and gentlemen. Are you ready to choose your pokemon, and start your journey?” The little audience of about fifteen youngsters replied with an energetic “yes”. “Then wait no more,” the professor said. “Come in, and get your supplies.” The children walked with fast strides, smiling and laughing among themselves. “What are you waiting for, Brenda?” asked Bianca, when she saw that her friend was still standing, somewhat absent-minded. “Oh yes, sorry. Bianca, Cheren, you should go quickly and choose your starter before everyone else does.” “You too, Brenda,” Cheren said, pushing his glasses up his nose. “Why are you being this slow, when you woke up early for this moment?” “Don’t mind about me. Go, go, go, it’s an order!” Brenda pushed her friends toward the entrance, and passed by Professor Juniper. “It doesn’t surprise me that you brought so much luggage, Cheren,” the lady smiled as they passed. “However, are you confident you can walk around Unova with this much weight?” “I planned this trip for so long,” Cheren sighed. “I guess I forgot to consider the ease of travel.” “If you want, I can deliver the bags you don’t need to your parents. Let me know when you have sorted your things.” “Thank you, Professor.” “Now, now, Cheren, move! Your pokemon await,” Brenda shouted, but herself stopped right in front of the professor. When her friends were gone, albeit sometimes looking back at her, she asked Professor Juniper for a minute of her time. As the sun peeked over the mountains, the boys and girls ran out into the front garden of the lab, and opened their pokeballs to show off their new companions to their human friends. Some of them even challenged others to their first ever pokemon battles. “Where is Brenda?” asked Cheren, when he and Bianca walked out with less bags and more pokeballs. “I’m here, blind dunsparces,” Brenda jumped out of nowhere, and startled them. “Where were you? We’re just fifteen kids, and you disappeared all of a sudden.” “No surprises. I was waiting out here,” Brenda giggled. “What starter did you choose? I chose oshawott, the cute otter pokemon.” “And I chose snivy, because he looks pretty intelligent,” Cheren said, and sent his partner out. Encouraged, Bianca also opened her pokeball to release her oshawott. Upon touching the ground, the oshawott brushed his feet on the grass, and then looked up at the three kids. “I’m going to call him Chris,” its owner said, lowering herself to pet him. The oshawott looked at her with his round eyes, with a somewhat clueless face. “Am I right in guessing that Chris is short for Christoph?” Brenda snickered, and Bianca colored her cheeks a little. “It’s no secret that I’m a huge fan.” “Anyone who’s been to Bianca's room would assume it upon entering,” laughed Cheren. “What about you, Cheren. Aren’t you going to give your snivy a name?” “Nah. I don’t have enough creativity to come up with names.” “No fair,” Brenda pouted. “Snivy sure wants to be different from all the other snivys. What about calling him Green?” Both of her friends batted their eyes. “I guess naming them from their color is an easy alternative,” Cheren commented. “No, silly. I’m talking about Green, the character from Pokemon Adventures. He’s so cool, like snivy is!” “No way I’m calling my pokemon that,” Cheren curved his lips. “I like Red more than Green.” “Then call him Red, if you will. But I won’t guarantee your snivy will grow to be cool.” “It will. Red will be much cooler than your …” Then, Cheren and Bianca realized that they had yet to see Brenda’s starter. “What Brenda, aren’t you going to show us what starter you picked?” “Did you choose Tepig? That would be a great coincidence, wouldn’t it?” Brenda scratched the side of her face, and remained silent for a moment to heighten suspense, at least in her mind. “Actually, I haven’t chosen my starter yet.”

No longer am I in summer break, but I'll still try to update my first ever Pokemon story from time to time <- edit (02/17/19): das a lie fam It'll be loosely based on the events and characters of Black and White (later maybe Black and White 2). The story will be updated on a random schedule, whether or not I have readers - so no default risk whatsoever haha <- edit(02/17/19): dis true fam but beware of hiatuses lul Also, to keep the the threads clean, I'll post the chapters on this thread only. Chapter links (saving you the need to scroll haha): Comments, criticism and questions are always welcome, but I would appreciate it if you could PM them to me instead of posting, so that I can keep the thread clear Without further a due, let's head on to chapter 1!

Under Art/Sprite Shop, you can find the trade ratios You can tag @Arkiel on your post, since she's the artist

@Alphagar I didn't do that but I did get my shiny

The problem with objectivism is that we as humans cannot definitively say what is the truth. So probably there are two main types of objectivists in your examples: those saying "everyone has a right to enter our country, this is correct", and those saying "only those we deem worthy should be able to enter our country, that is how countries must operate". No one made definite rules about how a country must be governed, so how can anyone say whether one is true and the other is false? It is the same with Christianity, I suppose. It is hard to say whether Christians are drinking the kool-aid of their dogma passed down generations, or non-Christians are drinking the kool-aid of denouncing religion. If you were told you're not your own person because you follow Christianity, it must be because religion is more often than not passed from parents to offspring, and would be considered brainwashing by some. However, you as a Christian can also argue that atheists (I'm assuming it's the group you have trouble with) are not being their own person, since they were likely influenced by someone to leave religion, or were brought up by atheist parents, in which case would be identical to the situation they are against.

And then there's HP breeding, which in my opinion is much more of a pain in the neck If you want to up your chances for a shiny, you should get the shiny charm, apparently.

Also to let you know, natures can be changed much later in the game, and abilities can be changed fairly early with an ability capsule

Wah a shiny! I'm so aiming for it but all I get are the most common ones T_T

this should ideally go under Online Play forum - there are a good number of us who are willing to trade deino there

IV is the pokemon "gene" values. It can be 0-31, 31 being the best. EV is the values you get from training. Defeating specific pokemon (level doesn't matter) will yield specific EVs. 252 in one stat is maximum. IVs and EVs determine your pokemon's stats, which are mostly important for competitive play, since you might be looking to KO the opponent in 1 or 2 hits.

Let's aim for the bottom...

@Rochi both ok I'll be online in a few hours, so I'll let you know

@mauro23 enjoy

Ok, let's redo the trade - do the same thing and I'll request

@mauro23 Did you get it? Or did it get stuck in "waiting..." - it's a bug that happens sometimes

You should go to your Pokegear, select Online Play, log in, and "Wait for Request" Edit: and have a trashmon to trade me

I can give you a larvesta egg

Sorry I don't have a shiny gligar as of yet :/

Np, enjoy

I'll take pawniard and litwick