[attr="class","spellbound-text"]This had been a somehow easily thought of scenario, considering all the walking, talking, and no-goal-keeping the girl had done. From town to town, via one version of travel versus another; she had ended up not only away from port but far too close to the boundaries of the wilds where far too many people were all too happy to keep her from. All the more enthusiastic each and every time she mentioned she hadn't kept any of her previous pokemon on her, or after some deeper prying from the more relentless; the lack of a visitation to the local lab. Sure, that should have been priority number one on the list. Should have. It was, at one point. Where the idea popped out of her head like a canine on a rodent, Luciel hadn't the slightest idea. Maybe after one of the more famous local fish dishes back at the port?
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Sad as it was, it wouldn't have been surprising. Or the first time! Funny that. It didn't help that she didn't feel any particular need to hurry or the rush to get her happy butt on the road to El Dorado. Camera in hand, it had been far more pleasant to take in the sights of civilization before the needs of her more beloved wilds had taken hold. That was usually one of her smarter ideas... but then those didn't tend to go past a week. Which was why the bus ride she'd happily hopped in was a pretty little gift horse.
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A trip to the Ranger Station, or something like that. HQ? Eh, same thing. Either way it was a perfect little outing in her mind, both objective completing and wonderfully stuck out in a place that took her more than a half-an-hour to click her camera away at. Endless amounts of plant-life to go into the digital folders, the little snaps of wild pokemon she did manage to spot whether out of their lack of fear for humans or just general luck- those would be going into the main file. Wonderfully fulfilling! She deserved a donut at this rate! "Just look at all this success!" The happy chirp had startled a pair of flying-types from their perch. Whoops... moving along.
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Truth be told, aside from her clear dismissal of nerves; the idea of the Ranger Station had been both a foreign and strange idea to the girl so used to labs. Everywhere she'd been, her potential partners had been human-raised lab pokemon. Already used to and willing to communicate or show off for potential trainers, barring some exceptions of course. But the general idea had been there. So it hadn't occurred to her just how the events would play out, how difficult it might have been to attempt to befriend a wild pokemon with what supplies and silver words she did have. Not that there actually were any of the latter, any words to deny it would been horrible lies. Her ignorance was undoubtedly the reason why she could push the doors open so easily, camera clipped to her belt while her now-free hands dug through the bag at her other hip for the proper credentials. A pure, utter mess. Papers were crushed up against the laptop hidden in the bag before she could pull out what she'd been looking for.
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Her ID, some other information sent over from the professors of the other regions she'd been to. They were plopped down onto what she could only assume was the front desk, scanned over another time to ensure that the required information had been correct. Not that she hadn't checked them twenty times over on the ride over, the dog ears on a few of the papers clearly didn't point to just that. After that it was a question as to where to alert someone was. A bell, a dinger, a clapper- something? Did the door even have a chime? A quick look back showed that it most certainly did not. Lovely. "Now then... where is that bell." This was her absolutely refusing to shout for attention like some barbarian.

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