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Post by luigi on Feb 16, 2009 3:50:46 GMT -5
Hershlin hummed softly to himself as he left his uncle's house after bidding a fond farewell to his beloved family member - his uncle was a nice person indeed, to lend him a bag that had previously belonged to him for Hershlin to use on his journey without expecting anything in return. Yes- this was one family member Hershlin would be quite sad to leave behind, unlike his most loathsome parents back in the Shinoh reigon: but why think about them on such a day as this? He was doing something he should have had the back-bone to do long before-hand: and that was to start on a journey of his own. Though he was an esteemed pok'emon studier, he'd never really gotten the chance to work with pok'emon up close and personal - the chance to treat them akin to close friends. He'd tried that at his work-place quite a few times, somewhat out of his own lonliness, only to get laughed at: to see a grown man conversing with a simple Voltorb as if it was a fellow person was quite frankly, stupid to them. Hershlin chuckled somewhat at the memory: he'd found it quite funny, even though HE was the one being laughed at, for he still remembered that electric-type's response to the other scientists laughing at him- a fervent rolling of the eyes that was quite charismatic for a pok'emon that had no other way of showing expressions, as if he was saying without words, 'I have to put up with THIS all the time! Seriously, it's a pain!' Such a unique little pok'emon ~ it made Hershlin feel as if he was young again, to know he was off to get his own unique little persona of a pok'emon soon.
However, instead of going to the local lab, he had decided to head off to the Tall Grass: apparently, a ranger would go out into the grass for you there, and you'd get the first pok'emon he or she happened to catch. Hershlin knew this was slightly risky, to go for such a way to obtain a first pok'emon- he could easily end up with a bug-type for a starter, which he really didn't like the sound of, to be perfectly honest - all sorts of bugs creeped him out, due to his fervent Archnaphobia~ and because of this, he knew full well that attempting to make a bond of friendship with his starter should it be a bug- it would be terribly hard for him, not only because of psychological issues, but also because of the fact that because he was so scared of bugs, he usually avoided them altogether, and thus didn't know as much about them as other kinds of pok'emon.. and the gentleman felt that if he did get a bug- he'd sadly have to probably end up trading it away to someone he knew would know would know how to take care of it: someone whom wouldn't be so scared of it. The very thought of having to trade his own starter away - it cut the kindly man's heart simmilar to a knife wound. But~ although it could be a bug-type, Hershlin felt that the partner that he would most bond with- one that he could call one of his first 'true' friends: was most likely going to be one that fate decided. And this whole Tall Grass area- it was easy enough to see that the majority of the happenings here all were firmly in the hands of fate. Who knows? Fate might even smile kindly on him ~ and he could end up with a Ghost-type, which he felt quite respectful towards. But really, it was very hard to pick just one type as a favourite for the gentleman~ for in his time of researching pok'emon, he found they all had their likable quirks to them...but of course, there were exeptions. He could never bring himself to feel calm and composed around those bug-types..and spiders were the worst. He acted like a little kid around them the majority of the time.
Ironic, since he was starting his journey finally today...when most trainers that started off on their journeys were kids. He was hardly a child, and he was a little concerned the ranger who spied him might ask many questions: and he, being the shy sort he was around most new folk, would be unable to answer any of them, and just stand there and look stuck-up. He didn't want to look as if he was stuck-up at all...but his nerves around new folk often had other ideas in that department! The gentleman sighed to himself as he neared the tall grasses - the last thing he wanted was to get someone angry, or worse: actually RECOGNISE his last name and judge him based purely on the fact he was part of the 'high-and mighty Kingstons'! Despite his normally calm demanour, he couldn't help but feel a shiver run down through his spine at this thought. As he walked into the grasses, he said to himself, speaking in a low voice that it would be hard to hear him if you were a human passer-by, "There is no turning back now. Lady fate~ it is all up to you now. I simply hope that even if my chosen partner is a bug, you will help me past my fears...I know they are childish...but I have tried time and time again, and never gotten rid of them. But the last thing I want...is for my starter to feel unloved-unwanted by me. I don't wish to have to trade him or her away ~ if my starter is a bug, please give me strength.." After talking to 'Lady fate' honestly about the way he felt, he felt a bit better- less nervous, even if the pok'emon that controlled fate might not have heard him. So less nervous, in fact, that he was actually able to call out for a ranger, saying, "Hello? Is...is there a ranger out here that might be able to assist me, perchance?"
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Post by sunny on Feb 16, 2009 22:10:09 GMT -5
A ranger was milling around within the long fronds of grass, his russet brown hair getting messed up with the wind gusting around. However, the man, who was in his late twenties, paid no mind. Too intent on the pokemon trail he was currently following. The small footprints on the earth told him many things. How it was being chased, by a much larger animal, an Houndoom he guessed. And how it got eaten due to the large amount of guts on the ground.
Yep. An Houndoom alright, they were far from neat eaters. His Linoone was a ways away, not interested in a few indentations in the ground. A yawn streched the pokemon's mouth wide and as he heard a voice, he quickly alerted the ranger clad in red.
The man shot up, and with a quick comb over rushed to the edge of the grass to come face to face with an older man. Thomas quickly smiled with mild shock, overjoyed. "Well! Howdy there! I haven't seen anyone besides snotty kids around here in a quite a while!" he said, offering an extended hand.
"I'm Thomas!" he added, glancing the man up and down and noticing how he seemed ready to go on a pokemon journey. "I'm assuming you're here for your pokemon?" he asked, ready to go off and fetch it but not wanting to assume this man was here for his pokemon. He might be lost for all Thomas knew.
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Post by luigi on Feb 16, 2009 23:26:01 GMT -5
As Hershlin called out, hoping to attract a ranger's attention, the gentleman was surprised at how soon his call elcitied a response, hearing the call of a Linoone- a sharp, quick cry that althought Hershlin didn't understand it, the hurried nature of the cry made it somewhat easy enough to figure out that the pok'emon was alerting someone to his calls. However- he didn't know just yet wether the Linoone was wild, and thus warning other wild pok'emon that there was a potential trainer around~ or wether it actually belonged to a ranger. This puzzle of wether or not the pok'emon he'd heard was owned or not was soon answered, a younger man wearing the trademark ranger's uniform and with slightly messy-looking hair rushed over to him, a Linoone by his side- which showed that the pok'emon cry he'd heard before logically had probably belonged to the normal-type now in front of him. The ranger didn't seem too angry at being disturbed from whatever he was doing, a smile on his face as he stated that he hadn't seen anyone besides snotty kids around here for a while, now. Hershlin took the younger man's outstretched ahnd, and shook it warmly. He didn't feel too nervous around this ranger- even though he was new, for his seemingly clear honesty in the matter of the people that had come here to get their starters before made Hershlin feel a bit more at ease. Yes, he still experienced some shyness- but it would be impolite not to talk back to the lad whom was going to help him get his first pok'emon, now wouldn't it? Thus, Hershlin spoke to the younger man, saying despite a little hestitation on his part, "Oh? Are kids these days really that bad..? I'm sure most young ones wouldn't be too nasty to you rangers - you ARE the ones that so kindly catch the majority of the starters for folks who come here, after all..." Hershlin let go of the man's hand thoughtfully, before saying, "Ah~but perhaps I am a little biased in that regard. The only young ones I know are mostly very nice folk, you see..."
The gentleman shrugged slightly, before the younger male introduced himself as Thomas, which he responded to by stating, "Well, it is quite nice to make your acqaintince. My Name is Hershlin." He didn't say his last name for obvious reasons - mainly because he'd already gotten enough negative responses from mentioning that last name of his to last two lifetimes at the very least. But even though Hershlin didn't wish to state his last name, he remained polite, even going so far as to take that small top-hat off his head and bow in a small appreciative manner to the younger lad. The ranger looked him up ad down with a curious expression, before assuming that Hershlin was here for his pok'emon. Hershlin nodded, saying, "Yes~your guess is right on the mark." He paused a moment, before smiling a moment, saying, "I suppose it does look a bit odd~someone my age starting a journey. But oh well. I've still got some years in me left~why not have a little bit of excitement in the form of getting to know pok'emon as friends, and going on a journey? It's not against the law, as far as I know..." He chuckled, before continuing, "And i'm sure that it will provide many mysteries to probe into along the way, and I can't resist a good mystery myself. Ironic, since the starter pok'emon here are mysteries until you actually find one and catch one, no?" Hershlin was just stating facts- that way, if Thomas didn't want to partake in conversation, he didn't have to respond too much to them: and he could just ignore him if he wanted. However- hershlin was quite paitent. He didn't mind how long it took for this ranger to find the pok'emon Lady Fate had chosen for his starter, as long as he DID find one.
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Post by sunny on Feb 17, 2009 19:26:11 GMT -5
Thomas was quite a friendly person, and was very sociable so he seized the oppotuinity to speak with the man a bit before he went off ot hunt for his pokemon. He nodded towards Hershlin, quite pleased with the man's handshake. Firm and stready, just like he imagined the older man to be like.
Thomas tilted his head to the side and while the man was speaking noticed the Linoone attempting to chew on his backpack. With a small frown the man snapped his fingers and the pokemon quickly stopped and sat down looking up at Hershlin happily. "sorry about that." he said, once he had finished speaking. "Nah, most of the kids are nice. Some can be a little snotty, taking the pokemon and throwing a hissy fit if they get a Caterpie or something."he said before commenting on his own words.
"I acaully like Caterpies, they grow up to be strong Butterfree." he said, before smiling at the man. "Pleasure to meet you as well Hershlin!" he exclaimed, quite more than pleased. "It's not out of the ordinary, but rare indeed. It's an experince I enjoy!" he said, before a broad grin lit up his face. "That's a great way to think of it! Good for you!" he said, before starting.
"Oh yeah. I should catch your pokemon. My bad." he said a sheepish expression visable. "I'll be right back!" he called before rushing off. His Linoone close behind. Within moments he returned a small smirk on his face as he handed over the pokeball and Starter Pack. "Good luck with this guy!"
Congrats! Hershlin recieves a Larvitar!
::larvitar::
Gender: you choose Level: 5 Attacks: Bite, Scratch, Leer, Standstorm
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 luigi on Feb 17, 2009 23:04:36 GMT -5
As Hershlin finished stating those number of facts, he wondered wether Thomas would rush off right away or stay here a while- and it was soon revealed that the ranger intended on doing the second option, nodding towards him in a friendly manner: but just then, Hershlin's attention was shifted from the ranger as he heard an odd gnawing noise form his backpack, and turned to see the racoon-like figure of the Linoone attempting to apparently 'taste' his backpack. Hershlin raised an eyebrow, watching the pok'emon's determined efforts for several moments before chuckling slightly and saying to the pok'emon, "I don't think my bag would actually TASTE that nice.." Thomas tilted his head to the side, noticing this quicker than Hershlin himself had, even though the gentleman had been standing right next to his bag at the time, and snapped his fingers, at which the normal-type paused in it's chewing before sitting down and looking at Hershlin with a cheerful-seeming expression. The ranger then apologised, but Hershlin said, "No, no...it's quite alright." To show he had no ill-feelings on the matter, he reached out towards the normal-type and would give it a slight rub behind it's ear, if it let him touch it, that was. Thomas then responded to the question Hershlin had stated before about the kids, saying that most of the children that came here to get a starter were nice enough~it's just a few of them that were on the snotty side, taking the pok'emon and throwing a hissy fit if they got a common pok'emon such as a Caterpie or something. Hershlin said, " Hmmm...sadly, most common pok'emon such as those do not get the fondest of receptions when given to some younger folk- I do not know why. I would be very glad to get one of those such 'common' pok'emon as a starter~ in my work, I saw mostly rare pok'emon that were hard to obtain...not many scientists were too intersted in getting to know more about the commonly seen ones. It seems the torch was sadly passed to the older generation in such a case..I think these common pok'emon deserve as much kindness as the rare ones."
The gentleman's musing statement finished, Thomas spoke up again, saying he liked Caterpies, as they grew up to be very useful Butterfree. Hershlin said to himself, "Hmm...they do have a lot of useful attacks...but iv'e never been able to feel calm and rational around bug-types, myself.." Hershlin shuddered slightly at the mention of the bug, but turned his attention back to Thomas as the ranger said it was quite nice to meet him- before saying that having a gentleman such as Hershlin come to get a starter was not out of the ordinary, but rare indeed- and it was an experience he enjoyed. Hershlin smiled, saying, "That is evidant from your joyful expression right now~and it is nice to have a job that you can really enjoy, is it not? I enjoy the company of pok'emon- so that was why I chose to study them as a profession. But-you were never allowed to really get to KNOW the pok'emon you studied...and that is one of the reasons I have come out here to get a starter today." Thomas said that Hershlin had a good way of thinking of his 'unusual' age for starting on a journey, grinning broadly before his expression suddenly changed to a rather embarresed one, he saying that he should really get going to catching Hershlin's starter now. Hershlin said, "There's no rush- really! I'm quite happy to wait.." However, before Hershlin could say another word in edge-ways, Thomas rushed off, his Linoone partner close behind: and in a matter of moments, he had come back already, a small smirk on his face as he handed over apok'eball, and the standard Starter pack, wishing Hershlin good luck with the pok'emon.
Curious, Hershlin put the contents of the starter pack away into his bag before pressing the button in the middle of the ball- the object opening in a flash of white light, before the light faded to reveal a small lizard-like creature with pebbly-looking skin, whom blinked a few times before eyeing the tall gentleman in front of him with a curious stare. The pok'emon's red eyes gave the impression the pok'emon was thinking deeply, before the creature slowly and deliberatly stuck out a stubby-looking paw and held it out to Hershlin, saying, "Tar." It was a Larvitar. And, unknown to Hershlin- it was doing this action as a test to see what the human would do next- not as greeting. Hershlin took the pok'emon's hand and shook it, saying, "It's nice to meet you." The Larvitar blinked at this reaction, before nodding slowly. This man seemed nice enough...hand-shakes usually gave a very accurate impression to a person's inner character in the pok'emon world. And this man's handshake had been steady- which indicated a paitent person- and unshaking, which meant a determined person. Both of these qualities were those that were quite appealing to the Larvitar~ he was paitent himself, so he wouldn't have liked it if he'd gotten stuck with a hasty type- and determination was something all good trainers needed if they wanted to go far. So, with these impressions, he could deduce he'd gotten a good enough trainer- though losing his freedom so suddenly like that had been a fair bit shocking, to be honest.
Hershlin chuckled slightly at the small smile now on the dual-type's face, saying, "Well, it seems you're happy to meet me as well. That's good to know that we haven't gotten off on a wrong firts impression or anything like that." Turning to Thomas, he said, "Thank you very much for helping me obtain Larvitar here...I appreciate your assistance." He smiled apprecitavely, before saying, "Hmm...but calling Larvitar just 'Larvitar' all the time will get rather confusing, as there is more than just one Larvitar in the world..so, I think I should offer you a nickname. Hmm-since you seem to have a constant expression as if you were thinking hard on your face...does the nickname Watson suit you?" The Larvitar blinked- his thoughtful expression that Hershlin had referred to getting even more noticeable for a few moments before the pok'emon nodded. That sounded like a nice, sensible name. Hershlin said, "Very well then- Watson it shall be. Now that we have had this nice little chat, shall we be off?" The Larvitar nodded, saying, "Lar. Larvi." before following the gentleman at a slow, steady pace as he walked off. The pok'emon was so slow, however, that Hershlin had to walk a little less quicker himself- but he didn't mind. He was happy- thanking Lady Luck for the choice she had made in his first pok'emon.
((OOC: THREAD FINISHED))
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