Lets All Play: Pokemon Saphire!

I recently got a DS emulator on the laptop I use for TV Tropes, so I thought that I should have a LP for the only game I have for it. Then I remembered some other LPs I have read which had lots of influence from the thread. Heres how it will work:

• After every post I will accept ideas about what I should do.
• Battles will be conducted without need for individual move suggestions.

edited 31st Aug '10 7:03:46 PM by Pentigan

Name: Trope-Tan

Gender: Female

Starter: Mudkip

edited 30th Aug '10 10:44:59 PM by BattleMage

Okay, Trope-Tan as the Player Character, I'm still taking suggestions for the starter and starter's name.

...How about a Treeko named Crono?

Lets begin shall we?

Note: Trope-Tan is shortened to Trope on the actual save file, she will still be refered to as Trope-Tan.

Sunlight, she had arrived. Carefully climbing out of the moving van Trope-Tan's caretaker walked out of the small house.

Caretaker: I hope nothing got damaged during transport. Trope-Tan, do you like the house? This is Littleroot Town, this is where we are going to be living now, you even have your own room!

Walking inside Trope-Tan spotted several large Pokemon wandering around, they were organising furniture and boxes around the room. Walking up the stairs Trope-Tan looked at the room. There was a bed, a television with a Game Cube, a computer and a clock. Staring at the clock she realised it needed to be set, now what was the time again?

(What time should the clock to be set to?)

If the clock doesn't work, set it to Noon. If it does, then set it to your own time.

Reading the local time off her wristwatch (Made in Ireland natch) Trope-Tan set the clock, as soon as she had set the hands running again the caretaker appeared at the top of the stairs.

Caretaker: So, how do you like your new room? Trope-Tan: It's very nice. Caretaker: Well, they've finished moving everything in downstairs too. When you're ready you can come down stairs and have something to eat.

Trope-Tan checked over the other parts of the room. The bed was soft and comfortable but the Game Cube was unplayable.

Trope-Tan's aside: Not enough disk space for a minigame methinks.

Booting up the personal computer in the corner Trope-Tan checked TV Tropes, unfortunately it didn't exist in this universe.

Aside: Snap, forgot my hyper-dimensional internet expander. Well, I guess I'll take this potion in the storage system and head downstairs.

Anything else Trope-Tan needs to do up here?

Not that I can see.

Okay then.

Walking downstairs Trope-Tan was quickly hushed over to the television, the screen was showing a plainish building, subtitles displaying the fact that it was Petalburg Gym.

Caretaker: Maybe Norman will be on it?

Aside: Norman is my caretaker's boyfriend.

TV: We brought you this interveiw from in front of Petalburg Gym, back to you Phill.

Caretaker: Oh, it's finished... Well, why don't you have some lunch and go visit our neighbor Professor Birch?

After a light meal Trope-Tan stepped out and wondered where to go...

edited 1st Sep '10 7:18:46 PM by Pentigan

Check the Lab first.

Why not go visit the neighbor?

(Two choices, rolled a dice a dice, evens for neigbours, odds for Lab)

Trope-Tan thought for a moment before deciding to head directly to Professor Birch's lab.

Assistant: Sorry Trope-Tan, the Professor's not here at the moment. Maybe you should check if he's at his house, it's just north of here.

Trope-Tan decided to check there.

Ms Birch: Oh hello. You must be Trope-Tan, my son is a big fan of your website.

Aside: I hope he isn't rabid.

Ms Birch: Our son is upstairs, maybe you would like to meet him? *Yelling upstairs* Brandon! Guess who's here!

Brandon: It better not be one of dad's friends, they're boring...

Ms Birch: *Still yelling upstairs* No, it's that girl from the website, the one with the big quill.

• General sounds of rapid cleaning*

Brandon: You may enter, Madame Trope-Tan.

Aside: Oh my, he's worse than rabid... He's a teenage boy!

edited 5th Sep '10 8:40:02 PM by Pentigan

This game doesn't let you name your rival. Well, Brendon isn't that bad.

I know it was a throw-away remark, but since it's Trope-tan, shouldn't the watch be from Oireland, if not Scotireland?

Space warps around Trope-Tan as the blank holes in the conversation she just had became filled with a name... Brandon...

Aside: Ouch, Retcon.

Climbing upstairs Trope-Tan noticed the entire room was lit in mood lighting.

Aside: This keeps getting worse and worse...

Fiddling with the lightswitch at the door Trope-Tan noticed the sort of nice looking teenager wearing the expensive looking nightgown.

Trope-Tan: Listen bub. I'm not here for anything that could be constituted under Rule34 of the Internets, I am not Fanservice I am only here because I'm looking for Professor Birch.

Brandon: Sigh, okay then, he's probably in the grassy area north of Littleroot. Careful though, there's wild pokemon there.

Trope-Tan: Thanks for the help. *Hurries off downstairs*

edited 5th Sep '10 8:38:52 PM by Pentigan

OOC: Sorry for the lack of posts, my TV Tropes computer has been in for repairs for several weeks.

It's all right, just don't give up on this.

And we're back.

Trope-Tan walked around to the northern exit to the town, a small boy was standing there. A few moments later a man came screaming into the clearing beyond being chased by a small wolf-like creature.

Trope Tan: I'm guessing that's Profesor Birch.

Kid: Yep.

Trope Tan: I guess I'll have to go save him.

Kid: Yep.

Trope Tan: Okay then.

And Trope-Tan lept into the fray.

Birch: Help! I need help here! In my bag, there's a pokeball! Quickly!

Approaching the bag Trope Tan spotted three pokeballs on the ground near it. She was going to have to make a choice: Torchic, Mudkip or Treeko?

Treeko

And I second the Grass-type!

Trope-Tan reached down and picked up the ball containing Treeko, it was time for battle.

Trope-Tan: Hey! Wolfy! Get away from Birch!

The Poocheyna tuned and faced Trope-Tan

Trope-Tan threw the ball, in a flash of red light her chosen pokemon appeared.

Trope-Tan: Treeko, use pound!

Treeko used pound and wiped out about a third of Poocheyna's hitpoints.

Trope-Tan: Keep doing that!

It only took two more shots to finish off the Poocheyna.

Trope-Tan: Good work Treeko!

Birch: Phew, thanks for saving me there kid. I almost had a chunk taken out of me! Nice battle for a beginner, how about you swing by the lab sometime and we can talk.

Aside: He better not be like his son.

Trope-Tan: Okay.

Trope-Tan and Professor Birch headed back to the lab, as thanks for rescueing him Professor Birch gave Trope-Tan the Treeko she used. There was another choice to be made, what will she name it?

edited 12th Oct '10 4:39:04 PM by Pentigan

Name it Smugleaf, because Game Freak won't.

How about Smuglord?

Trope-Tan looked at the Treeko, a smug smile was still visable on it's face from it's recent curb-stomp of the Poocheyna.

Trope-Tan: How about Smugleaf?

Smugleaf: (Sounds showing approval)

Birch: If you work together with your...

Trope-Tan (Cutting Birch off): Yeah yeah. Grow as a person, gain experience, may the force be with you.

Birch: Right, how about you go visit Brenden out on route 103?

Trope-Tan: Yeah, I'm cool with going out to 103.

Trope-Tan wandered out of the lab and northwards towards the pathway out of town. Nothing happened on the way to the village of Oldale, not even a zigzagoon decided to walk into Trope-Tan and Smugleaf's path.

Shopkeeper: Hello! Welcome to Oldale! Come with me please!