Yes

Since the good professor was so kind as to help you in this strange new world, it was only fair that you help him too.

You run towards the direction the pokemon ran to, feeling your slippers slap against the sand that slowly turned to grass.

Just then, a glowing object nestled in a nearby grass patch catches your eye.

You jog towards it as a shrill beep sounded out from the object. Upon closer inspection, you realise the glowing rectangle was your phone that Arceus altered. Except now, you could get a better look beneath the same warm glow that brought a feeling of peace.

You reach down to retrieve it, the glowing stopping once it touches your hand.

It LOOKED like your phone, yet it appeared as if it was decked out in a new fancy phonecase. It was white with points and gold rings, resembling Arceus a bit. You get a warm tingly sensation from it as the case material flowed and ebbed, hard as steel yet having a sense of softness and shifting like liquid. You feel a strange power emanating from it...

Either Arceus had a sense of humor, or was full of himself. You thought about how the phone's design made it hard to fit down your pocket.

Just then, it vibrates and a message appears on the screen in a yellow text box with fancy white letters:

I bestow upon thee this Arc Phone and thy mission: seek out all pokemon.

An Arc Phone, huh? You'd think God would have a better naming sense... You groan at the cheesy name before placing it back in your pocket, the object somehow shrinking enough to fit in there comfortably, continuing on your way to catch up to the pokemon.

On the way, you spot professor Laventon, arms crossed and looking troubled.

"Alas... Yet another miss!" He sighed as you approach him. "Aha! I'm glad you've come to my rescue, my new friend from the sky!" The professor noticed your approach and turned to look at you.

"I tried catching my little runaways by tossing some pokeballs their way, but I'm not the best at this sort of thing, you see..." He told you, making you remember how basic flings and throws were taught to aspiring pokemon trainers as one of the basics, "I'd love to give you a go at it, but perhaps I should tell you a bit about these three first?"

"Now, that one is Rowlet! Rowlet can photosynthesise like a plant, and apparently it battles using it's sharp feathers." Laventon points towards the grass type pokemon meandering in the grass, with it letting out a "Krooo!"

"That one over there is Cyndaquil! The fire burning on Cyndaquil's back will flare up whenever it is surprised or irate." He points to the fire type who was leaping and bounding in a rocky field, stopping to let out a "Fooom!", the fire on it's back flaring up.

"The pokemon near the pond is Oshawott. Oshawott naps while floating on the water, and it can battle using the shell-like object on it's body!" He points to the water type running around the pond, which happily let out a "Plish Plash!"

So these would be your starters, you were starting to see the pattern here.

"Oh my! I nearly forgot to cover the most crucial thing - how to go about catching pokemon!" With that, the professor dumped a few default red pokeballs into your hands.

Except...

These pokeballs looked... Antique.

Instead of the smooth and sleek modern pokeballs you were used to, these looked hand-carved, with you able to feel the bumps and curves of the small uneven irregularities during the craft that showed the human error during the sanding and smoothening.

You have seen these pokeballs before... In history books.

Could it be...? No, no. That would just be too much of a stretch. You were probably just dumped in some backwater region that still used the old fashioned pokeballs.

Unless...?

"Here you are, my boy: Pokeballs! Throw these at pokemon to catch them." Professor Laventon gave a brief rundown, rousing you from your deep thoughts.