These Are my People [OPEN]

[Maxwell Smith]

Flame the Typhlosion; Ninetails; Tyranitar; Dusk the Dusknoir; Inferno the Monferno; Dragonite

Maxwell Smith

Alright, so it wasn't his fault that he had came here, really; he blamed Dusk. From a few local towns folk he had heard of the Sapling Field, where a lot of baby Pokemon where. Well, that and a lot of others. But still, young Pokemon. Being Max, he had let the ghost type follow him into town out of his Pokeball, a thing the trainer rarely did. And upon hearing the towns folk saying of sed field, Maxwell had hardly guessed that his ghost type would literally drag him there in order to see the Pokemon. It was quite funny how Dusk, as big and scary as he looked and how other people saw him, was kind enough to want to go and play with little Pokemon. Honestly, if he could Drako knew that he would open some sort of orphanage for orphaned and abandon Pokemon; Dusk just seemed to have that big of a heart, and often his kindness he liked to share with everyone. And I do mean everyone. It could honestly be embarrassing at some times, but to be honest, he liked Dusk the way he was; although a little more out there than most, and acting more friendly than scary, it was better than him act frightening and mean to those around him.

Honestly, Maxwell knew that this place was called Sapling Field for a reason, he just didn't think that there would be so many! A few trees looked farther along in their growth than others, and there were even a rare few that seemed fully grown, which would have made some sense; if so many weren't far along to begin with. He wondered it people took out older trees and planted new ones on purpose; probably did, but Max would have hated to ask. Maybe make a fool or two of him self, right? But as of currently, that didn't seem to be too much of the point; there had been only a few baby Pokemon that they had ran into upon entering the fields, and Dusk seemed to be depressed already by the lack of Pokemon around him. Max really didn't know what the ghost type do without his "family" around him; probably crawl off deep into a cave somewhere and die, if that was possible. Max honestly couldn't see Dusk ever being by him self; he would have to have friends or something, if his trainer ever had the heart to release him.

"Dusk?" asked the Reaper Pokemon in confusion, checking yet another tree without any luck of finding a small Pokemon to play with. Max could feel a few youngsters following them, although possibly were frightened due to the fact that Dusk was, well, a Dusknoir. And as stated, pretty intimidating to those not used to seeing or even liking ghost type Pokemon. "Noir," he said sadly as she dropped the tree branch down gently, making sure not to break it.

Max followed his Pokemon a few feet behind, his brown hair tussled due tot he fact that he had lost it due to a small Aipom taking a liking to it earlier. Ah, well, he would get it back later. His blue jean jacket was starting to fit comfortably again; his mother had done something to it while washing it before he left, and up until now, it didn't seem to fit exactly how it used to. But it was all better now. If only he could get some new tennis now, his old ones were starting to tear. Maybe if he saved up enough money, however with how much Dusk, not to mention Inferno, tended to hurt them selves, even unintentionally, was costing him a fourtion in order to keep buying Full Restores; his pokemon were much stronger now, and therefore simple Potions couldn't help restore their health as they once could at the beginning of his journey. Which was why it probably felt so strange about it all, Max thought as he looked up to the clear blue morning sky, placing his hands behind his head.

It was merely a few years ago, not that long by his count, that he had started his journey with Flame and Ninetails, and soon began catching many other Pokemon as well. Honestly, he didn't think that he would have the Pokemon that he did; he thought that he would still have Serge, Fyerwork, and maybe even Lindsey, however was baffled by the big Pokemon like Tyranitar that he was able to control. The memories made him smile; earning badges, helping Dusk as a little Duskull, fighting off Team Rocket. Heck, even beating his father and his Pokemon in a battle soon after he was done with his journey; his father was a retired gym leader, however didn't hold back to even his own son, which didn't surprise the teen in the least; he probably wouldn't have either, if he was in his father's place. His father's son, his mother always called him; and he surely didn't doubt her when she told him that. He mostly grew in his father's shadow, since the man was respected, however learned to grow into his own person. Which was a good thing, considering that he was able to defeat the Johto Elite Four.

"Dusk?" 'Max?'

"Wha-? Whoa! Oof!" Max expectantly ran into his ghost type, stumbling backwards but managing to stay on his feet. For a ghost type, he wasn't that much transparent, was he?Max rubbed his nose with slight vigor, and as Dusk seemed to motion to see if Max was okay, the trainer instantly held up his hands. "No, no, I'm okay!" Max instantly said with a smile. True, his nose hurt a little, a perhaps it looked a little red, but he was okay. Dusk seemed unable to believe him at the moment, but simply shrugged it off and went to look for more little Pokemon to play with.

That was Dusk for ya, caring a little too much for others.

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