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Post by ヽ(´▽`)/ on Aug 8, 2008 11:47:17 GMT -5
The boat ride to Cheyenne had been a rather horrible one. A storm had hit it while they were at sea and he could still feel the boat shaking under him. It was really the first time riding in a boat lower than first-class and it was indeed an incredible experience. One he didn't want to repeat any time soon. Besides, a bit of hardship was needed. He changed, and he was able to go through them now, so no complaints.
Still. He wouldn't mind ever stepping foot on another boat ever again. Maybe he should find a way to catch a large water Pokémon? Those might help him cross the seas easily. He'd get wet, but maybe it'd be better.
Habara looked down at himself. Because his clothes had gotten rather wet, he had changed out of the soaking garments into his school uniform. He wasn't sure why he had brought it, really. Maybe he should have invested a bit more money into an extra set of clothes, because now, he just felt stupid. Not to mention the guilt that came with the memories of his school days made him feel uneasy too. The crisp white fabric appeared blood red in his eyes. On his right collar, a single Black Rose was stitched on. All of his former members had had a red one stitched there, and it was to symbolize their membership, their place in the school.
Now, he wanted to rip it off.
But at the same time, it was a reminder of his dark past, something to motivate him to stay clean.
"Well, here it is..." he muttered to himself. "It's now or never."
His hands clenched on either sides of him, his nails digging into his palm. He was nervous. All year, he had worked to be where he was right now, and it almost seemed surreal. Finally, he was going to become one with another Pokémon. It had been two years, the day before, when he had accidentally murdered a poor creature, and now he was making up for it. He hoped that this journey would be able to cleanse his soul and enable himself to finally forgive, to permanently change into the new person he tried to become.
"I'm no longer the Black Rose I used to be. Spring has come again, and it's time for my buds to sprout new flowers. I can do it. I can do this..."
He took the last few steps that brought him to the door of the laboratory before entering the building through the automatic doors. It was then that he realized that he had no clue what Pokémon he even wanted as a starter. He liked them all, and choosing one would definitely be hard. Well, there's no turning back now and he'll just have to see what choices this laboratory offered.
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Post by sunny on Aug 10, 2008 12:23:41 GMT -5
Mr. Voole heard the faint beeping in the laboratory that told when a trainer passed through the entryway. Momentarily distracted from his work, the lab assistant stood and stretched, eliminating the stiffness that had settled in while he was hunched over working. Paperwork. One of the joys of being an assistant to a lazy professor. At least he would have a break, however brief it may be.
Smiling, he strolled down the corridor his crisp white lab coat fluttering behind him; the breeze catching it with each step he took. Passing by quite a few windows on the way to the entranceway, he frowned when he caught sight of the dark clouds in the distance, hovering over the sea. Large white caps could be seen even from this distance. With a sight of relief, the dark haired man was reassured that the storm was heading away from them.
Finally arriving at the entrance, he, with a grand smile welcomed the young man. "Welcome! Welcome to the Lab! I'm assuming you are here to begin your journey?" he questioned, eyes flickering to his odd attire. A school uniform...? Mr. Voole quickly adverting his gaze, he wouldn't want to seem rude by staring. He plucked a piece of paper off of a table, standing to the side. He then held it out for Habara to take, speaking a few words of advice. "Here's a list of Pokémon. Choose wisely for this will be your companion through thick and thin."
He lightened the tense atmosphere by chuckling for no apparent reason. "Ah, well. Tell me whenever you have decided!"
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Post by ヽ(´▽`)/ on Aug 10, 2008 15:35:39 GMT -5
Habara looked through the list. His eyes scanned the various pokemon on there and wondered which one would be right for him. At first, he thought about getting a grass pokemon. The Chikorita was rather tempting. It seemed like a pretty nice and playful pokemon. However, he then spotted Budew. It almost scared him, seeing the little flower bud. He immediately started to think about the Roselia that had died at his hands. The events seemed to be replaying in his head. Maybe he should pick it. To repent. He'll possibly find inner peace if he raised it well.
Shaking just a bit, he was about to ask the assistant in the lab for a budew when he stopped himself.
No.
He couldn't use a pokemon like that. He didn't trust himself enough to raise a delicate flower like that. He'd probably end up killing this one too.
Going back to the list, he then saw the Cyndaquill. A fire pokemon... It was certainly something he hadn't thought about until now. But the idea of being able to control the flames appealed to him. This time, it would be different. As a trainer, or even a breeder, he was supposed to be able to control the pokemon he had, right?
"Excuse me," he said, finally deciding on the pokemon he wanted. "I'd like to have a Cyndaquil, please."
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Post by sunny on Aug 10, 2008 18:29:35 GMT -5
Mr. Voole had been tiding up the already spotless entranceway, simply finding something to occupy himself with until the male in the school uniform had decided. Finishing fussing with the arrangement of a vase of flowers. The Budew that had arranged the flowers had been biased and had put all the roses in front, blocking the beauty of the other, more simply flowers from showing through.
"Excuse me"
The lab assistant turned, a slightly sheepish smile on his face. He was caught red-handed fussing with some flowers. He quickly cooled the flush that was slowly rising and glanced at the boy with interest. He had been wondering what Pokemon Habara was going to pick. He was mysterious in more ways than one.
"I'd like to have a Cyndaquil, please."
Curiosity quenched, Mr. Voole nodded. This choice seemed to fit the strapping young lad. The power of fire shone within him, but something about the boy made Mr. Voole worry. Something made him uneasy, it was as if the boy was surrounded by darkness. He worried that the lad would succumb to it. Hopefully the flame from the Cyndaquil would lead him out of the depths safely.
Blinking suddenly, he realized he had spaced out for a moment there. Shaking the thoughts out of his head, he grinned at the male. He was standing right here in front of him underneath the glaring white lights of the lab. What was he worring about? "Wonderful choice! Would you prefer a male or female?" he questioned, ready to head back into the storage room.
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Post by ヽ(´▽`)/ on Aug 10, 2008 22:31:00 GMT -5
Habara was still wondering if the Cyndaquil had been a good choice when the question was asked. Male or female? Well... did it really matter? He just wanted a friend, a companion. He wasn't even sure what difference it really made. He was a bit worried that the male cyndaquil might be a bit rougher, but he knew from experience that not all women were nice; some could be downright vicious.
"I'll take the one that's been here for the longest," he said. The one that had waited the longest to be chosen, he figured. Hopefully, that one would be a kind and patient pokemon, something he thought he needed. Habara wasn't too sure how he would handle one that is mean and bitter. "If it wants to come, of course," he added as an afterthought.
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Post by sunny on Aug 11, 2008 12:52:57 GMT -5
Mr. Voole was slightly surprised at the answer, but smiled happily. If only more trainers could be like that. "I'd be glad to." he remarked, knowing exactly which one he would be taking with him. Entering the Storage Room, he headed to the back, and plucked up an especially shiny pokeball. "Time for you to leave now." he spoke, before strolling out of the room and back towards Habara. "Here's your Cyndaquil. He's a sweet guy." he said, smiling as he also handed over a Starter Pack. Congrats! You have recieved a Cyndaquil.::cyndaquil:: Name: Gender: ::male:: Level: 5 Attacks: Tackle, Leer, Smokescreen, Covet Pokéballs x6 Healing Potions x2 Pokédoll x1 Pokédex x1 Room Key for two nights at the Poké Center Ribbon Case
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Post by ヽ(´▽`)/ on Aug 11, 2008 20:40:52 GMT -5
Habara had a smile on his face when he saw the pokeball. Somehow, everything just felt right when he touched the shiny metal sphere. His doubts seemed to disappear as the boy knew he made the right decision. "Thank you," he said, taking the starter pack. He bowed slightly, a habit from his home town, and placed it in his bag. He'd sort everything later. Right now, he just wanted to get out, find a quiet place, and let his cyndaquil out. He couldn't wait to meet the little fire Pokémon.
With that, he left the lab, glad that he could finally start his journey. Excitement was running through his veins and he was feeling great.
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