Male, competitive trainer hobbyist, travels with best friend Gardevoir and other pokemon

You remembered setting off into the world, full of fight and fury, ready to take on the Elite Four at a moments notice. Well, not quite. You'd been pretty shy when you were younger though your skill as a trainer was unquestionable. You'd ridden that wave till you were one of the top trainers in the region, ranked with the gym leaders if not the Elite Four. You and your Gardevoir, Beeler, had gone far together. You'd captured her as a diminuitive Raltz early on in your training and the two of you had been inseparable since.

Now you were getting older, what with your 18th birthday last month, and you felt like you'd pretty much plateaued in the training world so now you were looking at other jobs. You had no intention of quitting training entirely but you'd gotten to the point where you felt you were mature enough to start focusing on more important things. Like the fucking housing problem. There were literally hundreds of people out on the road at any given moment and maybe a tenth of a tenth that number of living spaces in the regions towns. It was ridiculous. You felt even worse to all those people you'd challenged out on the road only to realize they were homeless. As a trainer (that is, if you were a good trainer) you got benefits and housing and basically anything you needed but all those people who couldn't hack it? Well it was no wonder they looked so disheveled and half-crazy they'd been sleeping in the elements for god knows how long. And the wage problems... you don't even want to think about it, it's too depressing.

You eyed the card in your hand nervously as night sets in, Beeler sidling up to you anxiously. She didn't speak, as far as you knew she couldn't form recognizable syllables, but you felt a wary caution emanating from her. "I know he was suspicious but he said there would be a way to make a steady income. Not like we're spoiled for choice right now, couldn't hurt to show up right?" She moved, clearly agitated, and you feel a series of images flowing into your mind. They weren't clear but they all involved pain and suffering, as well as a sense of wrongness that put a pit in your stomach. "That's what you see in the future?" She nodded, pale hand sliding up and down your arm protectively.

It would be more worrisome if the same thing hadn't happened a dozen times before, spread out through the years. You knew she meant well but the fact was that the future was malleable and fluid. By its very nature, just perceiving it changed it. You pat her arm gently, looking into her worried red eyes, "don't worry Beeler, it'll be fine. I'll bring some backup for the meet ok? If they try to pull something they'll never know what hit 'em" She seemed to smile but the unease surrounding her only thickened.