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Post by astra on Sept 7, 2017 6:03:13 GMT
▲ Casey brushed a lock of hair back as he strolled along, tucking it neatly behind his ear and letting it trail down his shoulder. He could practically hear his mother’s- adoptive mother’s, he corrected himself- shrill voice scolding him. Appearances are everything; first impressions are everything. Don’t you want to accomplish anything with your life?Despite his normally stony expression, his brow furrowed. He’d accomplished plenty, he thought bitterly- enough to escape Sinnoh entirely and venture to a new region, and without their noticing. Not that they cared enough to raise much of a fuss, if the lack of emails and texts on his phone were any indication. Good riddance. If he never heard the surname Grey again, it would be too soon. Irritation bubbled in his chest, and he forced himself to take a deep, long breath. The air here was not nearly as crisp or cold as it was in Snowpoint, but just as fresh and carried the faint scent of flowers. It was… nice here. Perhaps a bit small for his taste, but pleasant enough for a short stay, and the warm morning light made it hard to be annoyed for long. It seemed like no time at all when he reached his destination: the town’s resident pokemon lab. He paused outside, mentally preparing himself and reciting what he would say. Casey checked himself over once more, smoothing his black button-up and adjusting his glasses one last time (nervous habits die hard, after all) before stepping through the sliding doors. His gait was stiff, as if he was expecting bad news right off the bat. “Pardon me,” he started, letting his voice carry through the room. “I was told this is where I should be to find a starter pokemon- is that correct?” “I do hope I’m not interrupting,” he added quickly. Though his face remained placid as ever, there was a hint of genuine concern in his voice. “If needed, I can return at a later time.” He folded his hands patiently at the small of his back. Casey did not mind the thought of waiting- the quaint little town had its charm. Worst come to worst, he could wander around some more, maybe purchase some more paper and envelopes to write a letter back home. @ lab ● 380
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Post by fitz on Sept 7, 2017 6:36:48 GMT
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Post by astra on Sept 8, 2017 5:00:07 GMT
▲ Judging by the size of her coffee mug and the sigh that escaped her lips, Case presumed that he had indeed intruded. He cast a sidelong glance at the door, considering backing out quietly and coming back later- but before he could move, she held out a clipboard with a stack of papers. Unclasping his hands, the young man stepped forward and took it. He took his glasses off and clipped them to the front of his shirt for safekeeping. Dark eyes skimmed down the form as she spoke, and he began filling in the basic information. Name: Casey Fletcher. A brief smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he continued scribbling down answers. I suppose this really does make it official.Casey nodded as the woman spoke again, but as she continued he grew increasingly concerned that she was going to suffocate if she didn’t pause for breath soon. The feeling passed when she flashed a dangerous smile at him. Case supposed it was his turn now. “My name is Casey Fletcher, Case for short.” He glanced at the papers again. “From Snowpoint City in Sinnoh. I did not train pokemon, but I did…” Case paused briefly here, his jaw stiffening. Though necessary, he hated questions like these, and the less he talked about his family, the better. It would take too long to explain the full situation anyways. “I helped care for my family’s. The longest time was with Snorunt- going on… Seven years now, I believe. She’s back in Snowpoint with a friend I trust.” No need to highlight the fact that she technically wasn’t his pokemon either. Another cursory glance at the questions on the paper. “As for careers, research strikes my fancy. I volunteered at a clinic in town and had the pleasure of working with a variety of people and pokemon, which inspired the idea. My experience is primarily with ice-type pokemon, but there were a number of fairy-types employed at the clinic as well, and I quite enjoyed their company.” His thoughts flickered back to his beloved Snorunt, as well as a snarky Sylveon that he worked alongside on the weekends. “But I don’t dislike any species or types, as far as I know.”He signed the last few documents with a brief flourish, taking the time to collect himself once more with a deep breath. Talking about himself for so long was uncomfortable; the back of his neck prickled as he grew more self-conscious. Case nodded solemnly at her last words. “Understood.” He was, for the most part, familiar with working with pokemon and their speech (though perhaps a bit rusty with others- he was quite unaccustomed to listening to bug and grass types, few and far between were they in the snowy city). But a cautionary warning never hurt anyone. He laid the clipboard along with the completed forms back on the corner of the desk. Quietly looking forward to meeting the pokemon, but not wanting to stare at the lab assistant while she worked, he casually pulled a folded cloth from his back pocket and cleaned the lenses of his glasses. Ah, thank you so much! ^^ And I love Tate's personality omg <3 MADE BY VEL OF GS
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Post by fitz on Sept 8, 2017 8:27:18 GMT
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Post by astra on Sept 10, 2017 22:06:13 GMT
▲ Case clipped his glasses back to his shirt as the assistant turned back to him, pokeballs in hand. There was a flash of light as the first pokemon appeared; he could only make out a deep blue form with a splash of red. Rather than constantly taking his glasses on and off, Casey stooped to sit cross-legged on the floor. He had a smug sense of satisfaction as he did so, thinking of how unbecoming of a young man it was, as his former family would think. Arceus, he was ready to put that behind him. Now that he was a bit closer, he could see clearly that the first pokemon was a Sneasel. His heart leapt with quiet joy in his chest and he smiled brightly at her, his shoulders loosening and relaxing. He hadn’t expected the lab to have any ice pokemon; it was comforting to see a familiar species. “Very well, thanks. I hope I didn’t disturb your sleep.” Case hesitated at first as the pokemon held out a paw, thinking back to the lab assistant’s brief spiel about not touching the pokemon. But she had extended her arm first- that counted as permission- or did it? Would it be rude to refuse? The thoughts darted one after another through his mind, and though they seemed to take a lifetime, it only lasted for a heartbeat or two. After that brief deliberation, he cautiously extended a hand out to the Sneasel to shake. Another flash of light as the second pokemon emerged from a pokeball. Case turned slightly so that he was facing the newcomer- a Piplup. He smiled just as cheerfully at the water pokemon, suppressing a quiet laugh. He was not expecting to be called young by a pokemon, and it caught him off guard, but he supposed it wasn’t terribly unusual either. “It’s good to meet you, as well,” he greeted with a small wave. Case withdrew his hand, resting his elbow on his knee and cupping his chin. He appreciated the woman’s brief introduction- he had enough of talking about himself for one day. “Well now. You two know a little bit about me, but what about yourselves?” He paused for a moment, humming thoughtfully. “What do you want to do outside the lab? Anything you’re looking forward to, or goals you have in mind?”<3 MADE BY VEL OF GS
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Post by fitz on Sept 11, 2017 9:58:42 GMT
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Post by astra on Sept 12, 2017 1:35:26 GMT
▲ The Piplup was quite a character, Casey noted while the penguin pokemon spoke, cutting in before the other pokemon could get a word out. His willingness to be a partner in research was promising, and Case hummed and nodded along. The older pokemon raised an interesting point, as well- he wouldn’t be much in the way of protection. Not that Case was intentionally going to provoke any wild pokemon, of course, but there was just no pleasing some individuals. But a research assistant… that may work nicely. It was the Sneasel’s turn now. Case raised an eyebrow, impressed by her question even if she said she knew little of the subject. “I’m interested in observing pokemon in their natural habitats, and interactions between different species- humans included- and types. ” When she reached the part about pageants and contests however, he chewed on the inside of his cheek, reconsidering his options. Despite his familiarity with the ice types, the man knew little of what went into those events, nor did he ever watch them (let alone consider participating). If that is what she wanted… He would feel guilty, robbing her of that. A Cyndaquil emerged from the last pokeball, his nose twitching rather endearingly in Case’s opinion. It was a moment before he spoke, but when he did, a soft smile graced the researcher’s face. “A chef, hmm?” Or at the very least, a budding one. Case admittedly rarely cooked himself- the butler had taken care of that, whereas he could burn soup. Traveling on his own now, he was relying on pre-made meals from stores. “I do appreciate a cooked meal. And as for scorched eggs… Well, can’t be as bad as some of my failures in the kitchen,” he said with a good-natured chuckle. It seemed like a rather simple goal, but it was one that warmed his heart- pun intended, of course. Okay, he thought to himself. He had an idea of what each pokemon wanted now; the least he could do was rule out any he couldn’t work with. With this in mind, he turned to the first pokemon. “Sneasel, I’m afraid I know next to nothing about entering contests. A coordinator might be better suited; I’m sure they’d love to work with you.”He looked now between the Piplup and the Cyndaquil. It was a tough choice, one he could have considered and reconsidered for hours on end- though he felt that might have been a little excessive and he certainly didn’t want to waste anyone’s time. Besides, while his mind debated and weighed pros and cons, his heart was already pulling him towards one of the starters. “Cyndaquil, would you do me the honor of joining me?” He paused for a moment, privately excited at the prospect of starting his journey, but not wanting to overwhelm the pokemon. The way the lab aide spoke gently to the pokemon earlier was not lost on him, and he tried to keep his voice low and calm. “We can pick you up some fresh ingredients from town. Maybe chat with a head chef from a fancy restaurant in the next city- if you want, of course.” The little fire-type wasn’t what he had in mind at the start, but he had won the man over in the short time. And cooking was a little like research, or vice-versa, in its own peculiar way. Had to flip a coin to decide between these cuties because Casey definitely would have gone for both! And thanks for modding this thread- I really appreciate & enjoyed it! <3 MADE BY VEL OF GS
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Post by fitz on Sept 14, 2017 5:16:22 GMT
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Cyndaquilmale - lvl 05 - blaze tackle - leer Cyndaquil has been blind since birth. His breeder didn't realize at first, and some people still don't, since all cyndaquil always seem to have their eyes closed. But there was something different with him. He would often walk the wrong way to get somewhere, talk to a wall instead of the person beside of him, or feel around for something right in front of his face before picking it up or eating it. Eventually he learned to adapt and rely on his other senses when they only strengthened to extra needed use. When the diagnosis was made, she kept him around even while his brothers and sister were sent off to live with trainers who had purchased them. She thought his special care needs would make it impossible to find a good home for him. Instead he stayed with her and grew up hearing all about gourmet dishes and unique eats from the tv, loving the way the hosts of their shows described the food. It was almost as if he could picture it just from the sound - and later the smell and taste once his breeder decided to try her hand at a few of the recipes he was dying to try. It turned out he had an impeccable palate and was soon touring his home region tasting the many different cuisines on offer, even going beyond the region to others as well, guest starring on the shows he had only ever dreamed of being on. But the one thing he couldn't do was cook. And for once, the limit wasn't due to his visual disability - there were way around that, assistants he could get. No, it was because in his non-evolved form he only had little rounded nubs for hands, his flexible digits not yet formed. He couldn't grip a knife or shake a pan by the handle. He couldn't even hold a fork to feed himself. And so, with a new goal in mind, he asked to be released to the Cassiopeia Lab to find a worthy trainer who would build him up to evolve so he could do what he always knew he was meant to do - cook!
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