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Post by noose on Oct 10, 2010 12:10:38 GMT -5
Felix Crowley Savage if you'll be my star, i'll be your sky
It had been a significant flight from Le Village Hanté to the rural area resting before Route One. A significant two flights, a drive, and a lengthy hike through the countryside, actually. By the time Felix arrived at the crossroads - between the laboratory and ranger station - it was well past two in the afternoon.
Surprisingly, his trip hadn’t been delayed much due to the weather that certain districts of Cheyenne had been enduring. The element of wind was fierce today. Its invisible digits were raking through city and estate alike; tussling golden-leafed woodlands, disturbing ponds, and whipping around both human and Pokémon. Even so, the temperature was pleasantly warm and made the harsh breeze tolerable. In fact, this was certainly the last lukewarm-like day there would be until spring of next year. But it was beautiful - overall clear, light blue skies in all directions and the colors of autumn were spectacular.
Felix couldn’t deem of a more favorable time to start his vacation. Or, whatever it was.
He took a casual step forward - one long stride drawing him closer to a tall, post-like sign. One wooden arrow informed him that Professor Winter’s residence was to his right. Another, not-so-pristine panel, stated (and by process of elimination) that the other road would lead him to supposedly Batman or a Ninja Warrior rangers. His sharp eyes further examined the painted lettering, as if expecting something to happen. Indeed, this grey-skinned creature was waiting for his brain to finally decide which path he’d journey upon.
Fabricating a solid answer was easier said then done; his brain would flip flop so much. Felix had been pondering over such since he had awoken hours past to catch his first plane-ride. Throughout most of his trip he had been scribbling in his notebook about the pros and cons of each. Despite his hand cramping from jotting down everything he would think of, he hadn’t formed a surefire answer. This clearly frustrated him, his distaste evident on his facial features.
A large hand fumbled through his satchel until producing the journal - clearly exasperated enough to dive into its pages. Luckily while he was in a taxi earlier, he revised his notes into a simple column with only the basics written.
Lab: Known Pokémon. Special move? Traditional.
RS: Unknown Pokémon (could be anything). Might obtain something interesting (most likely not). Gamble.
He growled, he wanted more time to write but the wind made it overly difficult to keep the pages steady. He could continue his paper-eating methods at the laboratory. There, he could write at his heart’s content, yet he knew himself too well: he’d spend all day there. The Skorupi Pokémorph wouldn’t make quick progress; in addition, it was ridiculous to fret over something he wasn’t planning on taking seriously. He intended to screw around for a year and begin to work at an internship by next fall. He was just acquiring a pet - a magical pet - but just a companion for his own entertainment.
Then why is this so hard?
With a snarl, the teenager shoved his notebook back into his bag and at random, wandered down a dusty trail. It wasn’t until he caught himself mentally, he realized he was heading towards the near visible tents belonging to the rangers. Felix forced himself not to turn around and once more begin his decision making process; he liked animals, surely he’ll be fond of whatever he’d obtain. Thus instead of worrying over letting luck control him, he concentrated on the cotton material of his sparrow-grey shirt. Of course, this wasn’t doing much for his sanity, though it kept him focused until reaching his destination.
After a long stretch of silence, the tall male pried open his lips and spoke, "Err, afternoon?"
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Post by arionne ♥ on Oct 10, 2010 14:50:20 GMT -5
The low buzz of conversation in the tent died down for a moment. Inside, the rangers were quickly drawing straws to see who would be the one helping the new trainer. A loud cry of defeat later, a male stepped out and released his Pokémon.
"Here for a Pokémon?" he asked, trying not to look too displeased that he had to miss the next hand of poker. "Follow me. Hol, go and find something for this guy." While the ranger walked towards the gates of the enclosure to unlock them, the gallade leaped over the fence and disappeared into the tall grass. "Let's see, let's see... big silver key.... here you go!" The ranger let out a triumphant cry a the gates swung open. Finally, he turned to Felix.
"I'm Bastian, by the way. I'll be your ranger for the day, and these are yours." The ranger handed a starter pack to Felix, along with an extra pokeball. "You'll use this little thing to catch whatever Hol brings back. You know how to use 'em?"
You've received;; x 5 x 3 x1
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Post by noose on Oct 10, 2010 16:14:56 GMT -5
Hushed words captured Felix’s attention as he crept closer to the cloaked and cozy hub. Past thick curtains of fabric, he could overhear pieces of a rushed conversation. Abruptly, an embellished grunt erupted from inside and the surprised Trainer put distance between himself and the tent. The host of said noise soon pulled himself from his shelter and began his well rehearsed process.
"Sorry to disturb you." Felix found himself muttering, teal eyes falling upon the ranger to inspect the male. However his gaze diverted to the released monster once it was freed from its spherical prison. It was humanoid in shape, which suggested it could learn physical combat well; but overall, the Skorupi Pokémorph lost interest. "And yes I am.", he answered after a long enough pause for their conversation to be considered awkward.
With a flick of his scorpion tail, the teenager followed instructions and wandered after his guide. They quickly made their way to a tall fence; the Gallade with eased hopped over the barrier of iron, giving further indication of its specialty. In a flash the creature has disappeared into the woodlands - apparently off hunting his future starter. Felix kept his emotions in check by listening to the ranger grumble to himself until prying the gate open.
"Felix Savage."
He inclined his head towards the shorter lad, and with added thanks, took hold of his pack. Best he could while one handed, he shoved the bag into his satchel. Though after a moment of fiddling around, he extracted his Pokédex for its soon usage. He managed to hold both device and Pokéball in hand, his long fingers grasping around the items.
"Meaning have I ever done this before? No, I haven’t. Have I read about it and seen others do it? Yes." he paused, dragging his gaze away from his hands and back to Bastian. "It seems simple enough. Then again, I thought baking fish would be easy too, and I almost lit my house on fire." A light smile painted its way to his thin, grey lips upon recalling the memory.
"Guess we’ll just have to wait and see."
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Post by arionne ♥ on Oct 10, 2010 16:27:04 GMT -5
The ranger truly had not really looked at the trainer in front of him until then, and Bastian had to stop himself from looking overly surprised. Well, they didn't get pokemorphs everyday, he thought. Maybe he should actually look at who he was interacting with instead of thinking about the game he was missing. (And his hand had been good, too!) Still, Bastian tried not to look too creeped out at the extra appendage. He preferred humans over pokemorphs, by far. But, he hadn't acted weird before noticing it, so he would do his best to act normal now as well. His parents always told him that his inattention was going to get him in trouble.
"I guess so," replied the ranger, though standing a bit further than he would have normally stood. "And here is Hol. Just throw the ball at whatever it brought back, and you are free to go!" He still had a smile on his face, though. And if one did not scrutinize it, it would look truly genuine. As those words, the gallade came out from the opened gates, carrying an unconscious Pokémon with its arms. It was white in color and without any fur on its body, and unceremoniously dropped in front of the newbie trainer. The psychic Pokémon looked over the pokemorph but did not comment and simply returned to his trainer's side, quiet.
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Post by noose on Oct 10, 2010 17:04:54 GMT -5
Felix did not notice Bastian’s mannerisms or bother; he was preoccupied, marveling over what monster would be offered to him. Though if he had perceived the slight change in nature, it would have not troubled him. After all, he did appear to be different (even by Pokémorph standards). Overly engineered to be bizarre with his grey skin, blue hair, sharp teeth, and a ghastly tail. To top it all off, he was missing his right arm and stood over six-foot-six -- he was an attention grabber.
Did he enjoy the attention? Of course not. But as unpleasant as it was, it wasn’t the worst thing to befall him.
Minutes pasted and soon the Gallade returned; in toe carrying Felix's future. It was pure white, chubby, and while even unconscious, it was pretty damn adorable. Felix lifted his Pokédex towards it and listened to the computerized voice spout off information.
Seel huh?
His grin widened, becoming roughish and somehow, felt content to be given the water type. "Thank you." he addressed the psychic fighter, yet with a curious step forward, the young adult did as Bastian said and tossed the Pokéball at the fatty beast.
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Post by arionne ♥ on Oct 10, 2010 17:25:18 GMT -5
The pokeball hit the unconscious Pokémon that offered no struggle before it clicked shut. The Gallade had made sure it had no chances of escape, because how horrible would it be, that the first Pokémon one caught escapes the pokeball. Bastian offered a quick 'congratulations' before he went back into the tent. The Gallade stayed out for a bit longer to examine the pokemorph before he too, left.
Well, that was that. Felix was left alone, with his starter Pokémon safely tucked in the red and white capsule
Name: Gender: Male Level: 5 Ability: Thick Fat, Hydration Met: Ranger Station @ Level Five Attacks: Headbutt, Growl, Lick
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Post by noose on Oct 10, 2010 17:49:48 GMT -5
It was perhaps one of the most fascinating occurrences that Felix had yet to witness. As if his contact-corrected lenses slowed down his vision to watch the Seel be sucked into the device. It had stuck the sea lion, causing its body to transform into an array of crimson light. That energy was captured, and without struggle, the Pokéball caged the water type. That sphere then bounced back to the humanoid Skorupi, to be caught by his single massive hand.
He heard Bastian speak, yet before he could offer his gratitude, the ranger slipped back into his tent. His Pokémon however lingered a little longer, allowing Felix to recode its data within his machine. Once scanning over the information, he once more thanked the Gallade before it followed its master.
He pocketed his Pokédex, letting his digits wrap completely around Seel’s new home. It felt weird; he was now connected to something that he hadn’t even spoken to. Yet despite that, he was beginning to warm up to the concept of owning the monster. Of feeding it, taking care of it, and growing old with it (or whatever else one did with their companion).
Felix then shrugged and with a breath of fresh air, he began to trek over to the trail that was marked as Route One.
just leave me your stardust to remember you by
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