Pokemon Jordinio Version - 16.2

As I made my trek back through the abandoned half of Hollywood, heading back to the bustling side of the city and towards the Pokemon Centre, a thought occurred.

This is an urban area.

Better yet. This side of Hollywood is a massive, abandoned urban area. And there was a certain pokemon that the games highlighted as being a pokemon that tended to stay in urban areas.

And my jaunt through the alleys of Pewter City just confirmed it for me.

"Hey," I stopped and spoke up to the pokemon on my shoulder, "I've got another little mission for you if you feel up to it."

Zubat cocked his head to the side at my words and waited, "There's a certain type of pokemon I want to catch, it'll go a long way to helping me reach my goals," I explained, pulling out my phone and quickly bringing up the entry on a specific pokemon, "These are called Smeargle. They're pretty damn rare, but they tend to be found in urban areas like this. You're the perfect guy for the job in finding any here."

"Ke!" Zubat gave a sort of scoff, spreading his lightly bruised wings wide, but nodded confidently.

"I figured you'd be able to handle it." I nodded. Zubat was keen on proving himself after all. A bit dickish to take advantage of that, but he wanted the chance to show off, so I didn't mind providing the opportunity.

Plus, if this works out. It'll be pretty damn amazing.

First things first though. I'm gonna need to take care of the damage on those wings. "Hop down for a sec mate." I said, motioning to the ground.

Zubat did so, flapping his wings and lowering himself to the ground in front of me. With him off of my shoulder, I pulled my backpack off of my back and crouched down and began rifling through it.

A moment later, I pulled my hand back out, grasping a potion, "Right, this'll sting a little but, for a tough guy like you, it should be no problem," I said, "Hold your wings out for me mate?"

Zubat did so without any preamble and I sprayed the potion over his wings. He gave a small jerk as the medicinal spray seeped into his wounds. but, being the try hard mouse bird that he is, Zubat refused to let out any sounds of pain.

"Good lad," I grinned, patting him gently on his little head, "You're a badass."

Zubat simply nodded in agreement before ducking his head away from my gaze.

Shaking my head I pulled three of my pokeballs from earlier out and released the three inside. In a flash of light, the gargantuan form of Butterfree, Fearow and Pidgeotto appeared in front of me.

"Right guys, I've got another job for you," I said standing up and looking them over, "You remember Smeargle, right?" I asked, pullung out my phone once again to show off the profile of my former wannabe Kakashi.

Butterfree nodded, but Pidgeotto and Fearow both gave me blank looks. 'Ah right, I never had Smeargle on the team with them and only Poliwrath really saw him.' I remembered, "Well basically, a pokemon like this in the profile. I think there'll be one or two kicking around here if we're lucky. I want you guys to follow Zubat's lead and search for any of them, okay?"

"Row!" Fearow happily saluted with one of his massive wings, while Butterfree again simply nodded, all stoic and badass like.

Not something you'd expect from a butterfly, but I'm an adaptable, accepting sort. I only beat the crap out of a few gay guys growing up after all.

And that was just because they were pricks. One seriously idolized that 'Leave Brittney' alone dude and shoved it in my face and called me a homophobe when I told him to please not do it near me. We were on a bus, to school.

He was seventeen, and I was 12 and full of piss and vinegar. Suffice to say, I beat his ass and my opinion on homosexuality was soured for a few years.

But that is neither here nor there.

I looked to Pidgeotto who looked at the tiny in comparison to himself, Zubat, and then to me and gave me an aghast, wide eyed look.

I shrugged at his look, "C'mon mate, you don't exactly have sonar," I pointed out, "Anyway, offer them the option to join up with me if you want. If they refuse though, just beat them down and drag them back to the Pokemon Centre, I'll be waiting for you guys there."

Pidgeotto continued to stare at me before scoffing and crossing his wings over his chest and looking to the side with a scowl on his beak.

Yeah, I figured he wouldn't be happy to be following the lead of a pokemon he literally slapped out of the air in spars.
The rest gave sounds of agreement and understanding. Only then did Pidgeotto huff and give a tight nod as well.
In moments, all four flying pokemon took to the air and began scouring the abandoned half of Hollywood for any Smeargle in sight.

"Now to head back to the Pokemon Centre." I mused. After all, I'm not just going to be lazing on my ass. I needed to get some research done.

Before that though. I stashed the potion bottle back in my bag, put my phone away and clipped the now empty pokeballs to my belt, before grasping another pokeball and letting out the pokemon inside.

"Bella!" in a flash of light, Bellossom was released from her pokeball and smiled brightly up at me. She jumped up into my arms without a months hesitation and began to nuzzle her cute little face against me chest.

It was amazing how tiny she was. Literally at most half the size she was before as a Gloom, if not smaller.

I laughed, and carrying her along began making my way back to the Pokemon Centre now that I have some good company on my walk back.

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It didn't take me very long to get back to the Pokemon Centre where I'd be staying the night.

Surprisingly though, when I got to my room and made my way inside, Hilda was nowhere in sight. Her bag was sitting on one of the beds though.

Alongside a familiar little green and serpentine pokemon laying sprawled out over the bed.

"Sni?" Snivy's head perked up when I entered, Bellossom on my arms.

"Heya Snivy," I greeted the grass type with a grin, kicking the door shut behind me. I'd become quite familiar with Snivy over the past week. She loved watching me train for some reason, "I take it Hilda is out and about checking out some of the sights?" I asked, though already kniwing the answer.

Snivy as it turned out, was much more interested in pure battling over just doing so to help Hilda get her name out more and raise some money.

And you wouldn't believe how hyped I was, when I found out Snivy is actually Ash's Snivy! I couldn't believe it when I noticed the first time Hilda introduced me to her pokemon.

"Snivy!" Snivy nodded, before flopping down onto the bed with a sigh.

Bellossom giggled, jumping from me over to the bed Snivy was on, clearing the distance easily and landed lightly on the bed. She was so light, the mattress barely moved at all and Snivy was free from jostling.

Though not from the pure grass type that belonged to me poking Snivy in the cheek with a giggle. She quickly danced to the side with a playful twirl to avoid a vine that snapped out from Snivy's neck trying to smack her away.

I watched them for a moment before tossing my bag onto the other bed, claiming it as my own and made my way over to the corner of the room where a computer sat on a desk.

I took a seat in front of it and quickly booted it on. First things first, I wanted to check out the property rates around here.
Going by the rates of property around my own area back home. If I'm right, buying up a large piece of land here should be incredibly simple. Hell, I should have enough right now to buy up a chunk.

There was an abandoned hospital up near my old place. It had to be a good few multiple thousand square metres in size. And yet, it was going for sixty thousand pounds.

And I'd saw similar places like that for around the same price. Places where everything was run down and abandoned, where it would take a hefty amount of cash to just fix up.

And in a place like this? Where people had more space than they knew what to do with and were actively encouraging mass birth rate increases to fill the space.

Well, it just all pointed towards land in the abandoned half of Hollywood being incredibly cheap.

As the computer booted up, I leaned back into the chair and stapled my fingers together, a grin spreading across my face. 'It's all coming together.' I was incredibly pleased.

I knew where a bunch of rare and powerful pokemon are. I know where legendary pokemon are. My pokemon's progress in strength is simply astounding going by the reactions of others around me.

I know where to find a mass of Mega Stones, in the hands of an evil bastard not a single person will miss when I deal with him. I'm practically rolling in cash and that amount will only increase more and more if I play my hand right.

And if I'm correct here, I'll be able to buy my own huge piece of land and build a great big mansion on it. And with the help of my pokemon, creating a reserve area for all of my pokemon to live will be incredibly easy.

Granted, I'll need to figure out what caused the mass abandonment of the city just to be safe, but even if Team Rocket are behind it. Give me a few months and they'll be running with their tails between their legs as well.

Who needs a construction team when I have powerhouse pokemon capable of mowing down buildings as if they were made of paper mache.

'I even have an idea to become immortal.' I rubbed my hands together eagerly.

The only problem on that front though, is I have no idea where to find a Honedge.

Honedge was one of the few pokemon that were never really shown wild in the anime and only the games. If I'm lucky, there may be one or two hovering around graveyards or places like Lavender Town.

But at the same time, I'm thinking they'd be more likely to hang around ancient battle sites.

Tracking one of those places down would be such a bother though when he had so much other stuff to take care of. 'Professor Sycamore might know where to find one.' a thought occurred.

It was actually surprisingly easy to get in contact with the regional professors. They literally had listed phone numbers on their own wiki entries and league profile pages and such.

He could most likely get his hands on a Honedge much easier than myself. The problem though, was he doubted the guy would just get him one because he asked.

If I could get an in with Professor Sycamore though...

'If I'm not wrong, at this point in time he should barely know what pokemon can mega evolve right now and much of his research goes into finding out about that.' I tapped my chin.

And I just so happen to know of every single Pokemon capable of Mega Evolving.

"That could work." I grinned. That information was probably worth a lot more than a single Honedge.

....Wait!

My eyes widened.

'If I get an in with him through this, couldn't I get the chance to meet and try my hand at getting Froakie's loyalty?'
Jord-Greninja sounded pretty fucking amazing to me.

Ah Jesus- I mean Arceus.

The more thought I put into things, the more shit ends up on my to do schedule. 'Pidgeotto really needs to hurry up and evolve man.' I sighed, slumping deeper into my chair.

I had a possible idea for getting Honedge easily now. And it added the possible benefit of a total amazing, one of a kind power house.

Honestly, it was a win win situation really. Even if Froakie doesn't take to me, I can drop him off with Ash. Ash may not be his Kalos self, but the traits are still there. And Ash getting his power houses early, meant that I'd have even less to worry about when the world goes to shit.

I'll step up if I need to, and there's a few guys I'm planning on taking care of myself before they even get their stupid plans up off of the ground. But, I'm so not interested in playing the hero.

I'd only do that if it got me some hot ass bitches to ride my dick. There's no other reason to actively play hero to me other than that.

A light padding on the desk in front of me broke me from my thoughts. Snivy had landed on the table and was looking from me to the computer curiously.

Oh, it had already booted up. 'I totally zoned out with my plans.' I snorted, "Interested in what I'm up to?" I asked the grass type starter.

She gave me a cool half lidded look, but shrugged and nodded, "Sni, Snivy."

I grasped the mouse and idly pulled up the internet, "The other half of this place is a total shit hole," I explained as I went, "But, it's a shit hole that has quite a lot of potential if I'm right."

"Sni?" she cocked her head to the side and looked at me curiously.

I looked over my shoulder, wondering where Bellossom was for a moment. Just to see she was snoozing away on my pillow. Weird, but I shrugged and put her out of mind for now, "You probably don't know much about this being a pokemon and all, but for people to build places like this pokemon centre we're in, you have to own the land," I explained, keeping it simple, "The reason I think this place has potential is that because of how run down it is and abandoned, land here is bound to be really cheap."

Snivy's orange eyes opened up a bit wider, as she grasped on to what I was saying, "Sni!" she raised a little green arm and pointed at me before nodding in approval.

"Yeah, seems you get it," I grinned. In all her appearances, she did come across is pretty intelligent, "I'll eventually need a place of my own after all, and a big one at that considering all the pokemon I plan on getting."

"Snivy, sni." Snivy nodded in understanding.

A moment later, I found myself on the Hollywood property website. And I promptly choked on my own spit.

I was expecting to have to dig through specific areas and building ownership and the like, places owned by dozens if not hundred of people. But no. There, shown in big bold letters over an image of the abandoned half of Hollywood was an utterly insane caption.

'Land For Sale - ₽20 per square meter!'

.....I felt completely light headed for a moment as I read that over. Seriously, what the actual fuck? Per square meter? Only twenty pokedollars?

This doesn't seem fucking real at all.

With the cash I have right now, I could literally buy over fifteen thousand square meters of land!

That's the size of a massive football stadium.

Hell, forget being light headed. I almost fell right out of the chair I was sitting in. would have, if not for the vines that shot out and wound around my arms and heaved me back up before I could fall.

"...Thanks Snivy." I absently pet her head gently in a daze as she sat me back down in my chair.

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That price had to be wrong. It seriously could not be the correct one.

That was my initial thought. I poured over the computer and everything I could find about the land on the website for over an hour. But, no matter how I looked, no other prices appeared for the land on the abandoned side of Hollywood.
And the most I could find on why it was so cheap, was because the city went through a massive depression. It apparently had little export that brought money into the city beyond the movie industry and when that went under, the city followed not long after.

And with the overabundance of land in control of humans, compared to the lack of human population, led to this.
'This is fucking insane.' I lay on my bed staring up at the ceiling. The more time I spent in this world, the more I felt how lacking in common sense it all was.

At least compared to what I was used to before. Here, in this world, I am literally basically a thirteen year old that can legally buy and own enough land for an entire football stadium.

It was amazing. Yet at the same time, just so fucking absurd I can barely wrap my mind around it.

I have enough money to buy a football stadium worth of land, just from beating up and capturing then selling a little delinquent vandal in an alley in Pewter City.

I shook my head. Utterly insane, but I'd have to get used to this kind of thing and roll with it.

In the end, I should be happy with this. I can totally put my plans into motion for my own massive place far easier than I thought.

That was totally a good thing, right?

I would have continued letting my mind wander in circles like that, if a sudden sharp tapping noise on the window didn't break me from my thoughts.

"Hm?" I sat up and looked at the window. Through it, I could see Pidgeotto perched on the ledge.

Quickly, I jumped up and bounced over to the window and swung it open. As soon as I did, Pidgeotto flew through to land on my bed, followed by Fearow and Zubat.

And then bringing up the rear was the massive form of Butterfree who had to squeeze through the window due to his sheer size, eclipsing that of even Fearow.

His red eyes were glowing blue with psychic power.

And as he squeezed in, five bipedal tailed figures, limp and unconscious, surrounded with psychic power followed him in.
And the huge butterfly proceeded to unceremoniously drop all five unconscious Smeargle in a heap in front of me.

"...I was not ready for today." a disbelieving laugh choked out from my throat.

What the actual fuck?

From the possible lap dance from Hilda, to catching Persian and his gang, the prices of land in this half of Hollywood and now this?

It honestly feels like everything is coming up Jord now. I feel way too lucky right now.

I'm not used to things going my way so easily like that.

Still. I wasted no time in balling all five of them. I'd feel bad about them, being dragged to me like this if I was planning on raising them as my own pokemon and wouldn't go about it like this.

'But that's not my plan at all.' I grinned shakily, hands trembling with adrenaline and excitement from the sudden turn of things.

They were basically walking money bags after all.