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| Apathy | Mar 19 2010, 12:29 AM Post #1 |
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tell my mother tell my father that i've done the best i can to make them realize this is my life i hope they understand A bright day. The blazing sun. Birds chirping. Bugs buzzing. Waves crashing against the beach. Elliot took it all in, embracing the new and unfamiliar as he strolled along the small dirt path. An actual dirt path! There was nothing like this in his hometown. It was all another discovery, another adventure. That was the beauty of leaving behind his old, boring life, the things he knew. Setting sail on a ship into the unknown, now that had been the first truly decisive moment in his, albeit short, life. So far, Konton was everything he had been hoping it would be, and he hadn't even set out yet. For now he'd have to just play it cool and hope that the professor would be the sort of person who liked to send children on their way to fulfilling their life's dream. If not, he'd just have to think of something else, some other solution. Sighing contentedly, Elliot absentmindedly began to whistle as he made his way towards the imposing building. He glanced down at his messenger bag, almost tempted to just forget the whole thing and sit down under a nice, shady tree and read, but he knew that if he didn't go through with it now he'd end up heading back home, and life there was not what he wanted. He needed to pursue this. He needed to get over his apprehension, walk through those doors, and demand a Pokemon. Or maybe ask politely. Yes, asking politely would probably be the best course of action in this situation. That was what the hero in a vast majority of the books he read would do. He stared, fascinated, at the revolving door, before eventually stepping through, letting out a slight "Oh!" at the whoosing sound as he left the fresh air behind and entered the sanitized, sterile room. i'm not angry i'm just saying sometimes goodbye is a second chance Edited by Apathy, Mar 19 2010, 12:29 AM.
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| Uhm | Mar 19 2010, 10:37 PM Post #2 |
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![]() Who said that thing about journeys and single steps? Professor Willow tapped her pen rapidly against the edge of her desk, plastic and metal ringing together in a sharp tempo. A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step -- probably Lord Byron or Confucius, she reasoned. They both said a bunch of bologna about beginnings, ends, and government. Regardless, she reminded herself to stay on topic. That's what I'm here for. I am, in essence, that single step. Or... I am the muscles behind that single step. I push people forward. I start journeys. Professor Willow smiles and dropped her pen limply into her lap. She felt important, but maybe that was just a trick, propaganda -- like Mussolini made women feel with his holiday, Mother and Child Day. No. She was important. The audible whir of the revolving door as someone stepped through it was evidence to that. Professor Willow stood and stepped from her office, into the foyer of the lab. It had been a quiet week thus far, but she was under no illusion that the hype of Konton was dying down already. People lusted after adventure. They wouldn't stop flooding in until the land's last secrets had been unraveled. "Hello there," Professor Willow greeted briskly. She pulled out one of the hands -- cold, pale things etched with blue veins -- tucked in her lab coat pockets to offer him. I hope he has manners, she hoped while regarding him with faint interest. He was young. |
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| Apathy | Mar 19 2010, 11:07 PM Post #3 |
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tell my mother tell my father that i've done the best i can to make them realize this is my life i hope they understand Elliot looked up, startled, as those two words reached his ears. Eyes wide, he gazed at the woman before him, certain that she hadn't been there when he walked in. He had gotten so distracted by the thought of getting a Pokemon and lingering doubts that he had sort of lapsed out of reality. Mentally scolding himself he walked forwards, suddenly feeling unbearably shy and embarrassed. She obviously saw uncountable people like him in her occupation, most of them more qualified than he to obtain a companion. Staring at the (whom he presumed to be) professor's outstretched hand, Elliot awkwardly took it in his own and shook feebly once before breaking away and taking a step back. His people skills really weren't all that good, and he didn't want to do something impolite. "H-hello. A-are you the head of this institution? Because... I-I'm here for a P-Pokémon..." The youth blushed profusely and folded his hands behind his back, averting his gaze to the floor. i'm not angry i'm just saying sometimes goodbye is a second chance |
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| Uhm | Mar 20 2010, 03:30 AM Post #4 |
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![]() Professor Willow squeezed the boy's hand; his grip was so loose, she wondered if he had a strong bone in his body. She bet that a Caterpie could beat him a feat of strength. He's seems a tad shy, the young lady thought with a touch of a smirk. But that's the wonders of Konton, I suppose. Breaks people out of their shell -- or it just breaks them in general. He stepped back as if she was a Croconaw ready to bite off half of his face, but she didn't mind. She accepted his discomfort with an indulgent half-smile. "I am," she agreed. "I'm Professor Willow." She arched a fine eyebrow at his embarrassment and added, "Don't look so freaked. I'm not going to eat you." The girl turned abruptly, white lab coat billowing in her sudden movement, and strode quickly towards the back of the lab. "Come on, come on. You want your Pokemon? You and a hundred other trainers." He didn't seem like the type to carry out a conversation, so Professor Willow spilled the empty spaces with her own spiel: "I've got three for you to choose from. Is that okay? I hope that they're to your liking. I should be getting another shipment of starters in soon, but for now, this is it." Professor Willow stepped aside to show the boy the trio of Poke Balls waiting on the back table. Stylized pictures of the respective starters were etched into their fronts:
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| Apathy | Mar 20 2010, 05:05 AM Post #5 |
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tell my mother tell my father that i've done the best i can to make them realize this is my life i hope they understand Well, this was awkward. She had seized right upon his discomfort and instantly turned it around, making a, in his opinion, rather un-professor-like remark. Maybe this was the way real professors were. He hadn't been exposed to any scientists outside of the literary universe. Perhaps everything he'd read in all that fiction was a complete load of crock? Perhaps this professor was just insane. Yes, he reflected as he followed her to the back, that was most definitely the proper answer. Now, what was the proper reaction when dealing with someone psychologically impaired? A gentle, understanding tone, perhaps? Although she was also his superior in both rank and age, which meant respect. Oh, what a conundrum. Having been lost in his own thoughts, Elliot had completely blanked out as she had spoken, but he got the picture when she showed him the three spheres on the back table. With wide eyes he traveled forwards, crouching down to study the immaculate detail in the engravings. The fourteen year old was completely absorbed in them. "Is it a photogravure or a rotogravure?" Not even waiting for an answer he didn't expect to come, he delicately traced the designs with a single finger. "Let's see. This appears to be some sort of quadrupedal saurian, the spots on its neck most likely being either a defensive mechanism or... or perhaps seeds? Yes, a Chikorita. That makes sense. Both a plant and a reptile, its entire body a complete, self-serving ecosystem. The intricacies of it all... I'm intrigued, to say the least. "However, this one... it appears to be either an insect or an arachnid. I can't tell for certain, although this fact alone determines that it is most likely a Spinarak. Its spinnerets are focused in both the mandibles and thorax. Very interesting, and the segmented structure of its bones and joints is also quite the opportunity for learning more about Bug Pokemon biology. "And then there's this... I understand it's a mammal and from the pattern on its tail I can't help but butt in with the observation that it is a Smeargle. The paint-like substance it secretes... fascinating, to say the least, but it just doesn't pique my curiosity the way the others do. Hands down, I think I'm going to have to choose the Spinarak." Elliot looked up at the Professor eagerly, a smile plain on his face and his hands eagerly wringing each other, making him like rather like a young Igor. i'm not angry i'm just saying sometimes goodbye is a second chance |
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| Uhm | Mar 20 2010, 06:24 PM Post #6 |
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![]() Professor Willow could not maintain a straight face as the boy craned his neck to survey the three containment devices, following the stylizations with a thin finger and listing each of the starters' features. Usually she got stupid boys or cloud-headed girls standing before it, picking a Pokemon because it looked "cool" or "cute". Elliot was refreshing, though. She appreciated that he was so learned already, before even beginning his journey of sorts. "Your wish is my command," Professor Willow chuckled. She reached forward and plucked up the Poke Ball, tapping the button on its front so that it shrunk down. "It's a male. You can name it, if you want. A lot of new trainers like to do that. Bonds and whatnot. I suppose it'll make it easier to address your Spinarak from a hundred others." She offered the Poke Ball to him, and after he took it, the professor turned back around to rummage through a catercorner file cabinet. "And... you can have this, too. Some Poke Balls and a Potion to help you get started. You'll need them, I suppose. Oh, and a PokeDex." The young scientist spun on her heel again with a box in her hand containing the aforementioned items. She handed this as well to Elliot. "Now," she added, "Konton is dangerous. So don't lose your head. Take precautions and don't be stupid, okay? You look smart. I guess. But watch out." Edited by Uhm, Mar 21 2010, 08:14 PM.
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| Apathy | Mar 21 2010, 05:51 AM Post #7 |
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tell my mother tell my father that i've done the best i can to make them realize this is my life i hope they understand Elliot nodded rapidly, his attention entirely focused upon the vessel he clutched gingerly between his hands. He wondered what to call the Spinarak. Well, his new Pokemon was male, the professor had said, so something like 'Gossamer' was definitely out of the question, although he couldn't envision himself calling any Pokemon a silly name like that anyways. What were some synonyms for webbing? Mesh? No, it was far too short and generic. Anything could be called 'Mesh'. Perhaps Lattice? It sounded good at first, but over time would invariably become a mouthful, especially since he couldn't think of any feasible shortened version for it. Wicker! That was it. This would be his Wicker. Pleased with himself, he took the package from the kindly professor and quickly stowed it away in his bag. He would root through it later, familiarizing himself with the contents and their functions. Finally, an adventure! Who knows what kind of opportunities there would be for furthering his knowledge out there in the world? He'd start off slowly and work his way up. If he overexerted himself, like the professor had warned, he could be in for quite a bit of trouble. "Th-thank you, Professor Willow! I'll be sure to keep that in mind!" Muttering indiscernible words in an excited whisper to the orb held close to the center of his chest, he exited the building. i'm not angry i'm just saying sometimes goodbye is a second chance |
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| Uhm | Mar 21 2010, 08:15 PM Post #8 |
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