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Post by radio on Jun 4, 2018 20:59:16 GMT
“We’re here, honey,” Catheld’s father said, easing the pressure off the breaks. He poked his head over the shoulder of his seat to where Catheld sat in the backseat, their legs crossed, their acknowledgement hummed. They tilted their face up, regarded its image in the rearview mirror, and ran a stick of gloss across their lips. The color shimmered as it caught the early-summer sunlight. Catheld smiled. “I still don’t understand how you can put on makeup in a moving car,” he continued. They capped the gloss and slipped it inside their backpack. They took their time. Their father twitched. “ It’s a fine art,” they finally said, and their father laughed. It was a surprised sound, as if he hadn’t expected them to respond. He seemed embarrassed about it, from the glimpse they caught of his face before he busied himself with unbuckling his seatbelt. Catheld did the same. The two stepped out of the car at the same time. Their father looked out at the mountain, his hands on his hips. It was cold, colder than they’d expected, and they tugged their downy jacket closer. “Well,” he said (why do you keep talking, Catheld thought, why are you so uncomfortable when you’re alone with me), “Here we are.” As if he hadn’t already said that. “I’m sorry that Cheryl couldn’t come here with us. She really wanted to, y’know. But she’s, uh, a busy woman. I hope you’re okay with just me.” Catheld wasn’t, actually. Driving to Range Waypoint, receiving her starter, kickstarting her coordinating career—Cheryl had sown these ideas in their head, and she wasn’t even here for the harvest. But she had her own life affairs, so Catheld couldn’t expect her to attend every one of their own. They would have to make do with their father, who hadn’t looked them in the eye even once since the beginning of the drive. Without Cheryl as a bridge, the distance between them and their father yawned ever greater. Catheld needed to go. Preferably with as little ceremony as possible. “ It’s fine, dad. I should be heading up now.” He startled. “Wh- oh, uh, you don’t want me to go in with you or anything?” “ I should go alone,” they affirmed, though they would have let Cheryl wait in the lobby. They were already starting the short trek up to the outpost. “ Thanks for the ride, though. I’ll call you.” The hell they would. They looked down once to wave, and when they got to the doorstep they looked down again. Their father was still there, waiting. They smiled and disappeared inside. It was warm inside. They hovered at the threshold for a moment to regain their poise, then approached the front desk. “ Hello? I’m here for a starter,” Catheld called to whoever might be available, shrugging her backpack off her shoulder and withdrawing a slightly creased form she’d printed from the ranger station’s official website. It had all the necessary personal information penned in already, so she placed it on the desk in front of her and waited for a reaction. @mod | god knows we
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Post by auklet on Jun 4, 2018 22:30:11 GMT
radio / i'll be taking your starter thread! The chair was empty of anyone who may be able to help. A few seconds later, a liepard came around the corner, followed by a man holding a cup of coffee in one hand and covering a yawn with the other. The white haired man set the coffee down, gently, before glancing up at the guest who had arrived. They wanted a starter pokemon, right? "I'll need you to sign out a-" He interrupted himself as he spotted the creased form, reaching forward to grab the paper and look through it. Giving a small nod, he set it aside, giving himself a reminder to file it away later.
Clearing his throat, he tried to get his thoughts in order. First was the form, which was already done, so next would be... "I'm Trace, and I'll be assisting you when you go to get your starter." The liepard, which had made itself at home, stirred as he moved to the elevator. "That's Magic. She'll be helping out if things start getting rough. I'm assuming you know the process for getting a starter here? It's different than the process the lab uses for getting a starter." The guest had found the forms, somehow, so it was only common sense to assume that they knew the process, as well. |
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Post by radio on Jun 4, 2018 22:49:46 GMT
Trace, and Magic. Catheld rather liked names that were also simply words. For a moment they ruminated on other kinds of names they liked—color names like Red or Indigo, three-letter names, uncommon names like their own—until they realized that the ranger (he was one, right?) had asked a question. They took more time to respond than was socially acceptable. " Yes, I understand," they said, their voice smooth and synthetic. It hadn't been hard for Catheld to decide between the lab and the outpost, as they'd much prefer to catch their first pokemon in a beginner-friendly environment. Plus, the prospect of a totally random encounter excited them more than a predetermined selection of starters. Fate, and all that. They bowed their head toward the liepard, thinking it would be impolite to acknowledge the ranger but ignore his partner. auklet thanks for taking the thread! | god knows we
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Post by auklet on Jun 4, 2018 23:33:05 GMT
radio / sorry for the short reply! At the confirmation that the guest did, in fact, know what the process for getting a starter at the waypoint was, Trace pressed the button on the elevator. It was good that they already knew what they were getting themselves into. It was faster this way, and he didn't have to spend too much time away from the coffee, even if it would probably be cold by the time he got back anyways. At the thought, he gave the coffee still sitting on the counter an almost longing glance until the doors to the elevator opened and Magic slipped inside.
He followed the liepard inside the elevator, waiting for the guest to step inside. Now was where things would get more complicated; he had never quite gotten used to the rocking and odd movement of the elevator, and there was always a chance that things would be unsafe for someone. Not all of the pokemon were friendly, and sometimes Magic and trace had to step in so they could protect the pokemon. He doubted that would be the case, but first impressions could be deceiving. |
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Post by radio on Jun 4, 2018 23:45:55 GMT
Catheld gazed deep inside the elevator as the Liepard stepped in, followed by the ranger. They weren't claustrophobic, nothing that extreme, but they did prefer wide open spaces. They guessed that they would be finding themself in one soon enough, though. Unless the elevator stopped at a cave or something. As Catheld entered the elevator, they caught the tail end of the ranger's longing glance toward the coffee cup on the desk. They thought, couldn't he just have brought it with him, but then the elevator jolted and they thought, oh. They braced themself against the cold metal wall as the elevator clacked down the shaft. A placid, unconcerned expression was settled over their face, but in truth they were afraid that the unseen elevator pulley above them would snap any moment. Catheld wasn't in the mood for a dive. With a final ominous thunk, the elevator stopped. This was it. This was the floor where Catheld was going to meet their lifelong partner. They held their breath. | god knows we
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Post by auklet on Jun 5, 2018 2:01:01 GMT
The guest stepped into the elevator, and Trace pressed a button, inwardly bracing himself for the rocking of the elevator, something that came all too suddenly. It jolted down, and gave another jolt, this time to the left, before continuing the descent downwards. Finally, the elevator came to a stop suddenly, and Trace pulled a Pokeball out of the container before offering it to the guest. The doors slid open, and Trace peered out at the area around them. It resembled a volcano, complete with a raised temperature and rocky ground. It was oddly quiet, with no sign of any Pokemon, and Magic slid forwards first, taking a seat near the elevator.
Trace, on the other hand, waited for the guest to exit first. What was going to show up, in a fiery place like this? It'd have to be a fire type, for sure, but there would be lots that could show up. It was all up to fate, but seeing what happened to amble along their path first was always an interesting sight. Not to mention, there was the fact that he'd have to see what the pokemon was like, exactly. Even if the guests and pokemon didn't get along, there wasn't much he could do unless things began to get too dangerous for one or the other.
The sight of a Salandit, easing closer and closer, caught his attention, and he broke the silence. "There you go. Looks like you're on your own unless something goes wrong." The salandit froze, seeming to notice that it had been spotted and thought that it would become invisible if it stayed still for long enough.
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Post by radio on Jun 5, 2018 3:26:03 GMT
Catheld accepted the Pokeball offered to them, turning it over in their hands. They had never used one of these before and in fact couldn't recall ever holding one. It seemed so small. Could an entire pokemon really fit in there? Could something so artificial hold that much life? They absently rubbed their thumb against the Pokeball's white button. The doors opened and immediately heat crawled into the room. Catheld stepped onto magma-baked rock, coughing into their wrist as their lungs adjusted to the heavy air. This was a volcano. They didn't know what to make of the suddenly high possibility that their starter would be a fire type. They decided it was a good thing. Fire was hard to control, but they didn't want control—they wanted aesthetic. And fire had plenty of that. Trace spoke, drawing their attention to the salandit creeping closer. " Okay," was all they said, quieter now as if any loud noise would scare the pokemon into oblivion. They stepped close and crouched down, wincing at the heated rock below. " Hello," they cooed. The Pokeball was clutched in their right hand. They offered a smile. " You have a lovely home. How long have you been living here?" | god knows we
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Post by auklet on Jun 7, 2018 16:09:34 GMT
The Salandit kept himself still as the human approached him, although he kept a close eye on them. These humans, or humans in general, were way too tall for his liking. They were giants, or something close to it. A part of him knew, deep down, that the humans wouldn't randomly come in to hurt him after leaving him alone for so long, but he didn't know this new one. As they knelt down, he debated moving away as fast as he could, but he settled for being still and quiet. Maybe they wouldn't bother him then, right? If he didn't move, did that mean the new human couldn't see him?
That's how humans worked, wasn't it?
This human seemed gentle, somehow, and didn't immediately move to grab him, so he relaxed, just a bit. < Hello. > He was still hesitant about trusting this human, so his voice sounded weak and unsure, but maybe things wouldn't be that bad. The human called their home lovely, of all things, and he gave the area around him a once-over. Not exactly what he would call lovely, but he was too scared to disagree with the human. < Not long. > That was the most he was going to answer, he decided. He didn't know this human, and, even if they seemed nice, who knows what they may do?
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Post by radio on Jun 8, 2018 0:09:51 GMT
The salandit was nervous, maybe even afraid. It would be hard to coax him into partnering with Catheld, but that was fine. They were nothing if not patient. They could stay for as long as Trace would let them, and they didn't think that the ranger was allowed to kick them out if they were in the process of bonding. Catheld wasn't worried. The gentle approach seemed to work, so Catheld carried on with it. Noting the salandit's skeptical survey of the area, they tilted their head. " You don't agree? To each his own, I suppose." They looked out at the volcano, heat reflected in their grey eyes. " I really do like your home, though. Volcanoes have a special kind of energy that mountains can't match." They paused thoughtfully. " I like canyons better, though." Ah, they were going on a tangent. They redirected their attention back to the salandit. " Then you haven't been here your whole life," Catheld inferred. A lot of pokemon at the ranger waypoint were born and raised here, as far as they knew, but just as many were brought from the outside to the reserve. " What places have you seen aside from here, then?" | god knows we
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