Trent made no move to comment. Her sarcasm while annoying and inappropriate did not warrant him into making it into a big scene. He took the clipboard without a word turning to lean against the counter as he began to fill it out. Her chattering breaking his focus as she asked about past experiences.

"I have a degree in biology Miss. Most of my time with Pokemon has been after they have already died. Quite literally. At the age of twelve, my brothers got me a Duskull as a gag Pokemon. It is still living quite comfortably at home as a household pet. I never had any love for it myself," Trent responded watching her reaction.

"I do enjoy Pokemon far more than humans, however. That is why my goal is a nature preserve," Trent continued to wave away any doubt she may have.

He then turned back to the papers at hand. His steady hand filling out the information they so blantently request. From the name to address and ID number. They must keep track of all their Pokemon in the event something happens and they must take them back. A fine way to do things to be sure but he wondered the percentile they actually had to take back. Perhaps the screening process should be more severe. While it would be more troublesome it would also prevent problems as well.

Of course a lab aid like this one may be all the screening they needed. Trent finished the paperwork setting it upon the desk. Taking the pen and reaching over to place it back in its bin with the others. His gaze returning to her.

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When put that way Trent could understand her sarcasm. Admittedly he was rather void of relationships of both kinds. He simply never liked the duskull however because it had been a cruel prank on a young boy who loved Pokemon. It didn't just stop at the day they met either. Often times it had scared him growing up; though a part of him felt it wasn't always on purpose. It simply gave him a distaste for it.

"A zoo means showing them off. I believe in natural habitats. Pokemon are wild beings after all and extremely dangerous. They grow complacent in their balls. Being fed without ever having to hunt for themselves. It is the only reason humans are not already extinct. Because they can form mutualistic bonds or even symbiotic ones," Trent responded.

"No a natural habitat untouched by humans is what I desire. Not biomes but more an entire country dedicated to being the home of thousands of Pokemon. Including the legends, if they accept it," Trent said furrowing his brow a bit. Idealistic yes but given enough time and money it could be accomplished. He would have to buy massive amounts of land.

"Achieving such a goal means doing a lot of work. Something I am prepared for with the right partner. If I am to give Pokemon a proper home to be free and wild in I need to study them; in the wild. Which means I need a reliable partner," Trent said looking to the Chespin. It looked like it was playing with its quills to him. He poked its forehead in response. It would do no good if they could not get along.

"I am in no rush to pick. personality is just as important as the ability if I am to work with it. I will see what others you have to offer. I would rather not limit myself to a personal preference," Trent said seemingly uninterested in the Chespin though he kept it in the back of his mind. 

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Trent scoffed a bit. Breeders and the like were whom he was speaking of when he said they made Pokemon complacent. While raised properly by human standards out in the wild they would not survive. He was quite aware that wild Pokemon are not always dangerous. However, they can be unpridictable unlike those raised around humans. Prone to show their displeasure in way that are understood.

"Intelligent in their own way then I suppose. I assume your warning means these Pokemon are either very young or you have poor training standards," Trent said with a sigh. "As much as I'd love to stay and chat about how little we share I shall take a Pokemon and go."

Trent bent down lowering his hand in front of the mudkip. He paused watching its rather friendly behavior. This one would require a lot of attention. Attention better spent working.

He already didn't like the chespin. Its glare proof it probably had a very short temper. Another thing he did not need in a Pokemon. Even if he did prefer grass types.

Which left the tepig cowering behind the receptionist. Cowardly, perhaps a bit but with some training he was sure it would make a fine partner. Confidence could be drawn out and loyalty taught  to someone who was complacent.

"Come here," Trent said motioning to the tepig.

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Trent watched the tepig huddle itself farther against her leg. He frowned and then suddenly the three were gone. Returned to their Pokeballs in a flash.

"I do not believe you have a place to judge ma'am," Trent said frowning and standing back up. "I assure you ma'am. Wither or not you disagree I am not a cruel man. Any one of those three would be perfectly safe under my roof."

"I am sure your ruling shall be overturned. Given I have done nothing to warrant such behavior," Trent said turning slightly.

"This is a public service. Regardless of age, race, gender or the simple fact you do not like me you can not deny me service," he stated simply. "With those things in mind are you sure you wish to deny me service? Legal issues are troublesome and so is the paperwork that comes with it. After all there are two sides to our story."

"It is not a threat. Just a simple fact as I would be sure to provide my own review of events," Trent said waiting to see what she would do.

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Trent waited patiently as he watched Tate. Her silent treatment doing nothing to detear him. While admittedly he wished to leave and dismiss this whole thing he had come here expecting to find a Pokemon. Rather it has wasted his time and would waste even more time should he have to obtain his Pokemon elsewhere.

Once more she was dismissive and Trent lowered his head accepting. It seemed she was as stubborn as she was prickly. Fine qualities to have if she was a trainer of gym leader. However, it did little in the eyes of public service.

"Understood," Trent said after a moment turning to leave. He took a few steps only to be addressed by a pink haired woman. He took her in a moment. Another lab worker it seemed.

"It seems not. Your receptionist is quite adamant I am unqualified to receive one of your Pokemon," Trent responded. "I am afraid we simply do not get along."

Trent thought about what was said and done. While he himself felt he had done nothing wrong he wondered if his words had been somehow misunderstood somewhere along the way. He had put his views as bluntly as possible perhaps that is where the fault lay.

Still, he would press this no more than needed. It would be a waste to get into an argument over something solved elsewhere. If this woman could help him then fine. If not he would make an appeal with the local rangers to help him capture a wild Pokemon. 

Yet another woman arrived. She was blunt and to the point. A bit refreshing to be honest over the others sarcasm. Still to be met by two women who had rushed over at the beckoning of their receptionist he doubted his side would be taken in this matter.

"Understood,"Tate said. "I, Trent Moudry, entered this establishment and proceeded to ask for a Pokemon. Upon which I was given the paperwork to fill out. Miss Tate proceeded to ask me questions regarding past experiences with Pokemon. 

"My experiences were mainly as a biology student studying their bodies. My family has a pet duskull that was obtained on my thirteenth birthday. I did not care for it and had been given to me more as a jest. Thus the family took it in more than I.

"I reassured her that I do care for Pokemon and would like to open my own preservation. I do believe this is where our views became widely askew. However, this is simply from my understanding of her comments afterward.

"After which I proceeded to approach the first Pokemon she had released. The Chespin was playing with its quills so I gave it a light tap on the head to see what it would do. Whether it would take it as a playful jest or become riled. It was to help my understanding of its demeanor.

"It was not taken kindly by either Pokemon nor Miss Tate. She warned me against touching them without permission. She then proceeded to reveal unto me two more Pokemon. A Mudkip and a Tepig.

"I crouched down and lowered my hand to the seemingly over-friendly Mudkip. It was to get it use to my scent even as I pondered whether it would take too much time out of my research to care for. Friendly and playful is well and good but requires more time and attention.

"Thus I made my final inquiry by trying to call the tepig over to me. It's shy demeanor leaving it restless and hiding behind Miss Tate.

"At such point, Miss Tate felt I was unqualified. Her reasoning is not to my understanding. I heeded her said warning and did not touch any of the other Pokemon without permission.

"I admit I am not an overly friendly person. Nor does fault lie with Miss Tate. I do believe we are both simply rubbing each other the wrong way."

Trent was finally finished. It was a bit winded but he kept to the events as he had seen them. Adding in too many quips would have just made it longer and unsightly. As a researcher, he had to be able to take in all facts and put them exactly as he had seen them. Adding theories and personal thoughts would just make things more bias.

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