Samples First Person Sample: [Roy is seated on a couch with books and papers strewn around him and he looks more than a little irritated about something. He sets the pokegear down on something in front of the couch and adjusts the camera until it's on him again and gives it a very serious look. From the new angle a Fletchinder that appears to be reading a book is visible beside him.]
Whoever named the different pokemon types shouldn't be allowed to name things anymore.
[He pulls up a carefully color coded chart of the different pokemon types.]
Words like 'fire, water, ground, electric' are fine, I can accept 'steel' although it should really be 'metal' types. But we can't use the types I just mentioned and then decide to name other types as mythical creatures like ghost, fairy, and dragon.
Also 'flying type' is incredibly misleading if there are going to be pokemon who can fly and are not also flying types.
[The Fletchinder beside him starts trying to stealthily walk off view but knocks a few papers off the couch. Roy's attention immediately goes to the bird.]
Where do you think you're going? If you want to battle, you're going to learn this too. You can't keep flying in at everything that looks like an opponent and hope for the best.
[Roy reaches over and turns off the pokegear so he can get back to what he was doing, after he's done arguing with his ridiculous fire spitting bird.]
Third Person Sample:
Roy was pretty sure he set a new personal best for long distance running when he dashed through the doors of the pokemon center. He was out of breath and he'd lost his scarf somewhere along the way but that was far less important than handing over the three pokeballs of his three unconscious pokemon. Keeping them in their pokeballs wasn't exactly his favorite thing, but aside from Fletchinder they didn't seem to mind. He also couldn't drag his weird octopus jellyfish poison water monster across the countryside with him, so Tentacruel stayed in the pokeball when there wasn't a place for him to relax in the water.
Despite the assurances that his pokemon would be fine, Roy knew he wasn't going to be able to relax until they were fine and back with him and he could see for himself. He was less anxious about them than he had after the first pokemon battle that had gone disastrously wrong, because he knew they would make a complete recovery. Getting so attached to the strange little creatures wasn't the smartest move, but it was hard not to like their loyalty and bravery, and the way they gladly jumped in between him and an angry mass of vine monsters. He would miss them when he managed to go home.
There was nothing he could do now to help, and it wasn't like there was much he could do at the time either aside from tell them what to do and stand back and watch them fight, so he helped himself to the truly awful coffee. He pulled out the latest book he had to pass the time, though he soon found he'd read the same paragraph three times and not retained any of it. He gave that up and leaned back in the chair and put the book down. Apparently he'd become accustomed to the warm furry company of Growlithe at his side, and her absence was just as noticeable and uncomfortable now as her constant presence had been when he first arrived.
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First Person Sample:
[Roy is seated on a couch with books and papers strewn around him and he looks more than a little irritated about something. He sets the pokegear down on something in front of the couch and adjusts the camera until it's on him again and gives it a very serious look. From the new angle a Fletchinder that appears to be reading a book is visible beside him.]
Whoever named the different pokemon types shouldn't be allowed to name things anymore.
[He pulls up a carefully color coded chart of the different pokemon types.]
Words like 'fire, water, ground, electric' are fine, I can accept 'steel' although it should really be 'metal' types. But we can't use the types I just mentioned and then decide to name other types as mythical creatures like ghost, fairy, and dragon.
Also 'flying type' is incredibly misleading if there are going to be pokemon who can fly and are not also flying types.
[The Fletchinder beside him starts trying to stealthily walk off view but knocks a few papers off the couch. Roy's attention immediately goes to the bird.]
Where do you think you're going? If you want to battle, you're going to learn this too. You can't keep flying in at everything that looks like an opponent and hope for the best.
[Roy reaches over and turns off the pokegear so he can get back to what he was doing, after he's done arguing with his ridiculous fire spitting bird.]
Third Person Sample:
Roy was pretty sure he set a new personal best for long distance running when he dashed through the doors of the pokemon center. He was out of breath and he'd lost his scarf somewhere along the way but that was far less important than handing over the three pokeballs of his three unconscious pokemon. Keeping them in their pokeballs wasn't exactly his favorite thing, but aside from Fletchinder they didn't seem to mind. He also couldn't drag his weird octopus jellyfish poison water monster across the countryside with him, so Tentacruel stayed in the pokeball when there wasn't a place for him to relax in the water.
Despite the assurances that his pokemon would be fine, Roy knew he wasn't going to be able to relax until they were fine and back with him and he could see for himself. He was less anxious about them than he had after the first pokemon battle that had gone disastrously wrong, because he knew they would make a complete recovery. Getting so attached to the strange little creatures wasn't the smartest move, but it was hard not to like their loyalty and bravery, and the way they gladly jumped in between him and an angry mass of vine monsters. He would miss them when he managed to go home.
There was nothing he could do now to help, and it wasn't like there was much he could do at the time either aside from tell them what to do and stand back and watch them fight, so he helped himself to the truly awful coffee. He pulled out the latest book he had to pass the time, though he soon found he'd read the same paragraph three times and not retained any of it. He gave that up and leaned back in the chair and put the book down. Apparently he'd become accustomed to the warm furry company of Growlithe at his side, and her absence was just as noticeable and uncomfortable now as her constant presence had been when he first arrived.