Post by Amadi Dumisani on Mar 1, 2013 20:14:27 GMT -5
Continue?
New Game
The introductory scenes gone, the Gameboy Color's screen asked the same question it always did whenever Amadi turned it on. With barely a glance he pressed continue button as he had for three years. And, just like every time in the past three years, he found himself in Lavender Town, right in front of the Pokecenter. He checked his team more out of habit than any actual need to. By now he knew that his Charzard was 1hp away from fainting, his Kadabra was paralyzed. his Onyx was fine but useless for this particular spot in the game and his Butterfree was poisoned. No matter, he walked into the Pokecenter and up to Nurse Joy, mashing the A buttons so fast that he ended up having to go through the dialogue twice after his team was already healed before the nurse let him free of her programmed grasp.
What to do this time? Head for the Silph Co. right away? Maybe train a little more? Perhaps go fight the fighting gym and get a Hitmonlee this time. If he didn't get interrupted by anything pressing, and such things rarely required his attention here anyways, he could probably get Giovanni's badge this time. Hell, it was only early afternoon. If he skipped training in the arena today he could probably make it to the Elite Four and beat them before the next sunrise came.
No...he couldn't abandon his training completely. He had to spend at least an hour there. One day of letting it slide would too easily become a week, and soon he'd be limp, complacent, weak. A shadow of his current self. Just this onces seemed to happen multiple times after the first one was allowed, therefor he would not allow it. It didn't matter, anyways, an hour away from the game or five hours away from the game he knew what would happen after it shut off and it turned on again. He'd be here, in Lavender Town, right outside the Pokecenter with an almost useless Charizard and a poisoned Butterfree.
Sometimes, years ago, he would almost save the game before shutting it off. It would be terribly easy, just a few pressed buttons and the end. But he couldn't do that. It wasn't his game, after all, it was his mother's. And she had loved to play it. She had even charged him with keeping the gameboy safe for her. And when she came back, once she had settled in and was willing to pull herself away from her sons, she was going to want to play the game and if it wasn't where she had left off she would be disappointed. But so long as he didn't save over it, it was safe to play.
Lounging in the shade of a tree in the cabin's common area, Amadi sent his little pixel boy off towards Silph Co. His usually hard expression softened into one of intense focus, his mouth given a reprieve from its usual sneer.