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Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2017 2:14:34 GMT
What did all these people find so interesting about Pokemon? They really had no redeeming features and all they did half the time was fight each other. From dusk to dawn people seemed to believe that Pokemon were their 'partners' or their 'friends'. How did mankind manage to come to a conclusion like that? With all the power that Pokemon possessed technology could make huge advances as long as everyone stopped caring about the creatures. People could use the power of Pokemon themselves for whatever they pleased, or maybe make life more comfortable. But no. Everyone was just too absorbed into their current way of life that no one would ever dream of harming a Pokemon. It was a weakness that would one day be remedied. Someday soon humankind would realize the potential that Pokemon gave them for advancement and use them as simple tools. It was inevitable. Mankind was naturally greedy after all.
As Jeremy Miller walked towards the door of his Aunt's house, he completely blocked out everything the older lady was doing. The talking, the advice, the saying 'don't scare anyone out there'. Oh the woman needed to give it a rest. There was nothing wrong with stating obvious facts that were simply the truth. Mankind would benefit more from using Pokemon emotionlessly than treating them as equals. Naturally the lady couldn't see that. She may have taken him in but she was just as bad as his sister and her friends. Looking down on him because he looked like a girl. Because he was shorter than a lot of thirteen year old males. Then again what was he to expect from such a person with no capacity for proper intelligence. Nothing. Honestly he should've left his old residence years ago to escape from all this.
Finally closing the door the brunette would let out a sigh as he looked at the road in front of him. The walk to the 'Pokemon Lab' wasn't too far away. But many would be proud of him for going to get a Pokemon, for beginning his journey towards what would be his 'destiny'. What ridiculous notions. Destiny was created to make people feel better about themselves. It was simply an 'ideal'. No one was ever actually going to achieve that. It was completely impossible! Even with all the odds being in one's favor. The only reason that he really wanted to go to the lab in the first place was to see all the technology and the research. Pokemon? What was the point in that. They weren't going to help him achieve his goal. They weren't going to advance his research. 'Friendship' was an illusion created to hide the greed and selfishness hidden underneath everyone's outer facade.
The dirt under his feet crunched with each painful step he took towards the boring journey that he was about to undertake. Honestly. All he wanted to do was create machines and other objects to advance humankind's future and technology. Pokemon bared no interest to him. Yet here he was walking painfully slowly toward the Pokemon lab just to get a Pokemon to begin his journey with. Training, battling, competitions. None of them were anything life-changing or important. Jeremy could probably live his entire life without doing any of these things. Yet his family had forced him to at least try so there was no getting out of it. As long as somewhere down the line he'd be able to be paid for inventing, then he would do it. Despite the downsides.
With a deep breath he looked up at the building now in front of him. No matter what happened next... in there was going to be someone who decided what Pokemon he should get. That wouldn't matter to him anyway because it was unlikely that Jeremy would want to use the Pokemon anyway. All he did was hope, almost beg, that he would get a Pokemon that could help him with creating all this new tech from the ideas flying around his brain. If that was possible then maybe getting a Pokemon wouldn't be so bad after all. Anything other than that though and he would probably walk out the door. He didn't want a ditzy Pokemon, he didn't want some kind of depressed Pokemon. Actually Jeremy didn't care what the Pokemon's personality as long as it helped him achieve his goals.
Finally he would place his bag carefully on the ground before looking around the lab. It was... nice. But nice wasn't what he had wanted. Jeremy wanted to see giant, complex machines and things that were amazing, incredible and quite frankly inspiring. What he got was... boring.
"What a letdown." he said with a sigh.
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Post by fitz on Jul 8, 2017 8:50:18 GMT
“Hmph, sorry we don’t live up to your expectations. We have better things to do than keep the decor up to date if that’s what you’re harumphing about over there.” Tate said, coming around the corner from the lab proper in back. She glanced up from the papers in her hand and saw the puny geek in the doorway, took a moment to assess their gender, then decided it really didn’t matter. Neutral pronouns would do unless otherwise requested.
“Since you decided to make a snap judgement, though, I’ll make one of my own and assume that what fabric our couches are upholstered with isn’t the “letdown” you speak of. In which case, you’re quite the little idiot to think anything worth seeing other than basic office furniture is kept out here for the public to dawdle in and see and mess with. Maybe once you’ve proven yourself one day you’ll get to play with the big kids toys. Until then, here’s some paperwork for you to fill out so we know you’re even capable of something we’ve trusted ten year olds with for decades now.”
She usually wasn’t this..short (no pun intended as the petite but round woman waddled her way over to the desk to grab a clipboard with forms for them) with incoming trainers, but it had been a long morning and that snide comment made in what was assumed to be private had set her off. She’d had enough with fake trainers saying whatever they needed to get what they wanted, and wouldn’t let this kid leave here without getting a good lesson in how to treat people with respect if they wanted to go anywhere in life.
If she wanted to, and for a split second she did, she could have sent them right back out the door and said to come back when they had a better understanding of just how much reverence comes with getting your starter - with being permitted to take one of these precious creatures away with them after the briefest of interviews. But she figured the professor wouldn’t be too happy with her turning her crappy morning and short temper into a teaching moment, so she decided to let them stay. For now.
“Are there any types you have a particular interest in? Any hobbies you have besides making snide comments about the place bestowing you with a Pokemon? Speaking of which, what do you plan to do with said Pokemon once you leave here?” she didn’t bother with taking a seat, opting instead to go straight to the wall of balls. The quicker they got through this process the better, so long as she was certain the Pokemon would be safe and taken care of. Any inkling otherwise and it would definitely be over quick - and the kid would be leaving empty handed.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2017 1:49:27 GMT
Punctuality was an important trait for anyone with a respectable job so Jeremy had expected such from anyone working at the Pokemon Lab. The woman who came to greet him however was nothing like he had been hoping for. What he was waiting for was a qualified intellectual who could provide some proper answers to any and all questions he had. Maybe a civilized conversation where he might finally find out how to become a researcher of any kind, gaining the recognition he so desperately deserved. Not as this puny child who can't do anything, as a girl. He wasn't anything of the sort. Quite the opposite if he said so himself. If he really wanted to he doubted there was anything to stop him from going out into the world and making a name for himself through his inventions. But this human female wasn't going to help him at all. In fact Jeremy doubted he would be able to have a decent conversation with such a person.
"That wasn't what I was inferring." Jeremy would straighten his glasses while watching the woman come into the room. The decor? What kind of respectable human would bother to offer a second glance at the furnishing in a Pokemon Lab. Especially one which was renound for Pokemon research. This trip was beginning to become more and more of a disappointment for the brunette as he was beginning to think he should've just refused to take a step outside the house. Lock himself in his room for another week and just work on whatever crazy invention came into his head. A new Pokeball would certainly bring in both the fame and the fortune after all. At least that wasn't a complete waste of his valuable time, unlike this whole Pokemon Trainer escapade. "I couldn't care less about what colored furniture you decide to incorporate into this building."
As she would continue to speak, the brunette would raise a skeptical eyebrow. Never did he expect anyone to be this sensitive toward an inanimate object. Especially something as useless and unwarranted as a couple of chairs. Was it so much to ask that he wanted to see some of the famous Pokemon Lab Tech? Something that screamed 'well known scientist'. But no apparently he wasn't old enough nor experienced enough to see any of that. Typical. All older humans thought they were so much better because they had experience on their side. No one seemed to think that the younger generation had any kind of knowledge in any area. Well they would undoubtedly be wrong as Jeremy knew that he was smarter intellectually than anyone else in the structure. This wasn't an ego-boosting thought, it was simple fact. He had been tinkering with machines since he was knee height or nothing after all.
"Don't look down on me. This is the problem with old ladies. They always think that they're better."
The paperwork didn't look like much. Just a few sections to fill out, a question here and there plus a signature section. How boring. Humans really were boring when they weren't working towards something. It was no wonder that wars were uncommon really. Everyone wanted everything for themselves, to be the 'best'. There was honestly no point in such endeavors. The only thing that truly mattered in this world was how much money one person could posses. Whomever had the largest bank account had the most power, regardless of social standing. Anyone who thought otherwise was kidding themselves as it was in the nature of all human beings to be greedy.
All while he was doing that, the plump human female walked around the room doing who knows what. Honestly if he couldn't see the advanced technology that he'd heard boasted about then Jeremy wasn't interested. Yes, yes he was there for a Pokemon 'partner' but that was against his own will in the first place. If this person could give him a useful Pokemon he could actually get to help him with any inventions he might create, then perhaps there was a chance that this trip was worth something after all. Yet it seemed to come down to how he answered her questions. Should it be honestly? Or should he try and lie through his teeth... well rewards came to those who knew how to reap soil after all. Or whatever the saying was.
"Steel and electric types are often my preference. Anything that has to do with technology. It wasn't a snide comment. As I informed you before, I wasn't referring to your lab layout. All I wanted to see was the infamous Lab Technology and in turn was disappointed by the result of my efforts." Now here was the biggest trial. Should he say that he really didn't care for a Pokemon's wellbeing? If that were to happen then it was unlikely that he would be able to get any kind of decent Pokemon, if one at all. His Aunt would chew him out if that happened so that left one option. Lying.
"I want to work alongside Pokemon to build a better tomorrow. With their power and closeness to humans combined with my intelligence I don't see why together we can't create a society that can rise above everyone else."
Over the years Jeremy had managed to perfect the art of deception, if it even was an art. When you had a sister that cared nothing for you and her friends were always poking fun then it became a necessity. That and his parents wouldn't leave him alone if he tried to go anywhere without a decent excuse. Apparently 'children' weren't allowed to go out and buy rare technological items off others in order to finally complete this rare, new Pokeball they were working on. It didn't make any sense to him at the time, even now it just seemed like an excuse. But not much he could do about that now.
All that was left was to wait for this woman to reach her final decision then get out of here. If he could get out of it the brunette wanted to just leave as soon as possible. No tech meant he wasn't interested. At all. If this lady meant to give him a Pokemon then good. If not then he wasn't going to wait around and would be out that door before anyone would know what was going on. When his presence was unwanted Jeremy saw no reason to stick around.
"How long with this take exactly?"
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Post by fitz on Jul 9, 2017 9:43:34 GMT
Tate felt her general annoyance lifting little by little as the kid talked himself into a tizzy. The way he so easily took the bait she’d flung out, so quickly sank to insults and kept up his snotty voice. She turned from the cabinet full of pokeballs and crossed her arms over her stomach, weight shifting to one hip and foot as he revealed so much more than she was sure he meant to. From his stance to his fidgets, adjusting the round glasses and standing as tall as his actually short stature would let him. Railed on about old ladies, making her wonder if his granny at home stayed on his case a lot. So from what she gathered, it was a little guy complex. He felt the need to prove something perhaps. Knew he was capable of more than anyone gave him credit for. Okay, she could work with that. She’d been through it herself once upon a time. But that didn’t change the fact that life would be teaching him some tough lessons very soon if he hoped to get anywhere with whatever his goals were. He needed to know you couldn’t demand or degrade and assume to have people cooperate with you. The last bit of his answer seemed rehearsed but then, that wasn’t anything new. ‘Build a better tomorrow’ was as cliche as it got. She’d heard it all before. ‘Grow alongside them’, ‘learn from them as much as they learn from me’, ‘make a difference’ blah blah blah. So long as they weren’t going to lock them in a cage to breed them to death, or go beyond normal battling to err on the side of outright violence she knew she could trust the Rangers of the region to keep those major and the other minor issues well in check. This kid was an oddball, but she knew not everyone was going to come through here bright eyed and bushy tailed, singing songs and agonizing over wanting allll the Pokemon they had in the lab. So she remained cautious but tried her best to keep this perspective moving forward. ”It varies. Some trainers take their time choosing between their three starter choices, which is what we encourage as this is a big decision” she finally spoke to him once he seemed to have run out of steam and asked how long it would take, looking over the rims of her spectacles at him as she pulled a pokeball from her dress pocket. ”Here’s option number one.” an odd child would do well with an odd Pokemon… The button was depressed and out shimmered an impressive looking Pokemon, with vibrant colors and strong build. The pattern on its mask-like face and the rest of its body was softer and rounded rather than pointed at the tips, like a scalloped lace instead of jagged chevron. Its head tilted to one side as it looked at the human child not much taller than him and spoke, with a steady and deliberate tone, < Hello, boy. > he said, nodding in greeting as his wingtip talons unclenched from their default fighting stance. A ripple of relaxation came over the avian as it stepped forward with quiet and dignified confidence, < Tell me your name? >  @luna |
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