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Post by Curse258 on Mar 28, 2011 17:49:58 GMT -5
Lyss strolled leisurely through the town, taking in the bustling scene around her. This isn't much different than Canalave! she thought to herself, smiling albeit for a moment. Then she remembered she still needed to get her Pokémon, and a trainer was nothing without her Pokémon. Nuts! I wonder where the lab could be...
She continued her wandering for a while before finally stumbling upon the building in question; the Tarun Region Pokémon Lab. The greenery planted outside the building was a shade different than the city-esque look of the rest of the town. She exhaled a breath of excitement, walked up to the front, and opened the doors to the lab, stepping inside to start her Pokémon journey.
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Post by valbro on Mar 28, 2011 18:34:59 GMT -5
"..."
A short, rather ugly, balding man, his face disfigured distinctly by one manner or another, possessing two left feet sat behind the desk, staring bleakly at the small TV. Now shows could be heard, only commercials. A bag of cheese curls sat in his lap, half empty by the looks of things. His eyes were tiny and beady, completely black. If he had been a different color, he might've been confused for a rather attractive troglodyte.
Whether he saw the girl enter the lab was something of a mystery. He had either been far too indulged in his television, or was outright ignoring her. Ned Pogle reached into the bag, seizing a cheese curl, and placing it in his mouth. |
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Post by Curse258 on Mar 28, 2011 18:41:00 GMT -5
Lyss looked around the simple front room, taking in her surroundings until her eyes rested on the trollish little man. She cocked her head slightly, and cringed one eye. "Uh, hi there...?"
Unsure of whether or not she was heard, or simply ignored, she strode up to the desk and gave it a few good raps to gather his attention. "I'd like a Pokémon please, good man. Can you help me?" She offered a friendly smile, leaning on the desk.
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Post by valbro on Mar 28, 2011 19:00:08 GMT -5
Ned Pogle continued ignoring her, now more obviously so, after the first few words were uttered. His commercials were far too interesting, so he reached his spindly hand into the bag for another chee--
BANG! BANG! BANG!
... Had she actually done that? Yes, she had, he was sure of it. He narrowed his tiny, black, shark eyes, if that was even possible, wrinkling his scarred face in abject disgust. He swiveled his neck slowly on his shoulders, the skin stretching to varying degrees, now facing the girl.
He picked the bag off of his lap, and placed it on the desk before him, next to the TV.
"That, 'my good lady,' is a good question. I might be able to help you, although I'm quite certain you'd be perfectly fine helping yourself. How selfish can you possibly get, disturbing a man enjoying his shows? I bet you were the youngest in your family, daddy's little princess, right? Spoiled to hell and back?" [/b] Ned swiveled in his chair, now facing the youth with his full body, giving something of a grin, though his face only allowed for a negative spin on the idea of a grin. "I hope you at least know what Pokémon you want, or do you also lack the ability to think for yourself and intended to ask my opinion? Perhaps you have daddy on speed dial for that purpose, though."[/color][/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by Curse258 on Mar 28, 2011 19:10:53 GMT -5
Lyss wasn't sure what to think of the spindly old geezer that sat sneering before her. He was clearly unloved, and put on this world for the sole reason of giving others a hard time. After a long thought, she decided his tiny, wrinkly body wasn't worth the time. Someone, eventually, would give him his just desserts. Probably.
"I'd like a Bulbasaur, if it wouldn't be too much trouble! I don't see how it would be, considering you've already gone and snapped at me. I'd say your show is good and interrupted already, don't you think?" she replied, trying to at least prevent further mocking by agreeing with the angry blight upon the surface.
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Post by valbro on Mar 28, 2011 19:50:35 GMT -5
His sneer seemed to lengthen with his next utterance, folding his fingers together on the desk, leaning forward a bit.
"Well, at least you've ceased with this passive aggressive foolishness and turned to honesty. However, I still notice you can manage to retain your smugly Philistine manner of thinking. How disappointing." [/b] A hand disappeared beneath the desk, pulling out a single Poké Ball, clutched in his bony fingers. He dropped it on the desk, quickly followed by a Pokédex, five empty Poké Balls, and a map, returning his hand next to the other. "Of course, I'm sure that the family's beloved daughter already has much of this, am I right?"
"So, is there anything else I would be simply so pleased to help you with, girl? Or would you like to take your leave now, keeping whatever miserable assumptions you may possess about me. I find it almost insulting, how callow you are. Whatever confidence about your experience about your life as a trainer, I'd forget it here, if I were you. Now, may I kindly return to my shows?"[/b][/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by Curse258 on Mar 28, 2011 19:57:24 GMT -5
Lyss gathered up the items, stuffing them into her bag save the Pokéball containing her new partner. She listened to the old coot ramble on about how she was so worthless and that being the youngest child automatically meant she was the world thing that could have ever happened to the family in question, but the only thing she could think about was her future with the Bulbasaur that sat within her very hand. "There is one thing, before I let you return to your shows..." she said, her voice musing. "What moves does a starting Bulbasaur know?" she finished, smiling at him once more, waiting for what was bound to be another cheeky reply.
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Post by valbro on Mar 28, 2011 20:09:42 GMT -5
By the time she had asked the question, he had already set the bag of cheese curls back in his lap, and turned back to facing the TV. As the words reached his ear, he gave a final smirk.
"That, of course, is part of what that wonderful little Pokédex is used for, girl. I suggest you learn how to work it quickly, or else you'll be stopping every ten feet to ask a question." [/b] His eyes completely refocused on the TV by now, shutting this young girl out of his life altogether... save for one final comment. "Do be sure to shut the door on your way out. I may not pay the heating bill in this place, but I'm sure he or she doesn't appreciate warming the entire city... you self-important miscreant."[/b] With that, no more of what the girl said or did would be acknowledged by Ned Pogle, who, while physically entirely focused on the commercials at hand, allowed his mind to wander back to that fox back in Rho Kappa Psi. Life is good.[/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by Curse258 on Mar 28, 2011 20:17:12 GMT -5
Lyss pressed the button on the front of her Pokéball, calling out her Pokémon in the characteristic white flash of the device. The Bulbasaur, a male, blinked twice, staring at it's new master. "Bulbasaur?" he questioned.
Lyss grinned, absolutely delighted. "Alright Bulbasaur. First order of business..." she started, looking at the Pokédex. "Use your tackle attack on the TV!" she finished, hardly able to contain herself. Bulbasaur looked up at the TV, and the horrid little man that sat behind it. "Saur!" he cried, launching herself at the little box and sending it careening off the table. <Anything to get back at that little freak!> Bulbasaur thought.
Lyss snapped, laughing maniacally. "Justice is served! Trainer Lyss has fled from battle! Exit, stage front door!" she screamed, running out the door, leaving it wide open with Bulbasaur on her heels.
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