[b]((OOC: Just a note, the dialogue surrounded by <> is language spoken by Pokémon. No human can understand the words spoken by Pokémon without some sort of special circumstance. Only Pokémon can understand each other. I simply find it more interesting then the Pokémon saying nothing at all, and much less boring then Pokémon repeating their names. This is the way I haven written Pokémon speech in past RP's and that is what I'm comfertable with, but if it turns out to be an issue I can remove it.))[/b]

[h2] [color=darkturquoise] Devon [/color] [/h2]

A teen boy sat in the farthest seat on the right of a large airliner, staring out the window at the world below him. The thoughts of what awaited him in this new place raced through his young mind. [color=darkturquoise][i]So that's Viore huh?......There's not snow everywhere so I'm already liking it better than Sinnoh during this time of year. I wonder what kind of Pokémon live here? What are the towns like? What starting Pokémon does Professor Maple give out, if he does at all? Is there a League and Gyms here too?[/i][/color] The teen, Devon Lyton, was brought out of his thoughts once the small blue mouse-like creature in his lap began to fidget around. Looking down Devon smiled at the Marill, that seemed to have just woken up from a nap. [color=darkturquoise]"Hey Cyan. Wanna see out the window too?"[/color] Stretching out her tiny arms and flexing her tail, Cyan turned to look up at her Trainer, and nodded. [color=cyan]<Sure! I wanna see how close we are!>[/color] Grabbing the small Pokémon's sides, Devon lifted up his friend, and put her up at the windows height. The Aqua Mouse's face lit up with excitement, and she stared in awe at the foreign new land. [color=cyan]<Wow! It's so pretty! Look at all the mountains, and that big lake! How much longer is it gonna be!?>[/color] As if on cue, the voice of the flight attendant over the PM spoke up to answer the Pokémon's question. [i]"Ladies and gentlemen, as we start our descent into Viore International Airport, please make sure your seat backs and tray tables are in their full upright position. Make sure your seat belt is securely fastened and all carry-on luggage is stowed underneath the seat in front of you or in the overhead bins. Thank you."[/i] In a flash, a brown fluffy assailant jumped onto Devon's lap, causing the boy to cry out. A rather over excited Eevee sporting an Everstone necklace repeatedly hopped on his knees. [color=brown]<I wanna see! I wanna see! Can I see too Devon!?>[/color] Setting Cyan down on the opposite knee, the teen gave the small fuzzy cat dog a confused stare. [color=darkturquoise]"What do want Biscuit? Why are you trying to bust my knees open? Dad, what are you feeding her to make her so hyper?"[/color] A rather burly man sat in the seat on Devon's left, sporting dark brown short hair, a thick mustache, and rough hands evident of tough work turned to look at the annoyed teen, and shook his head. His face a mix of confusion, and sleepiness from the long flight. [color=red]"Nothing out of the ordinary Devon. She's just excited for the trip. I assume she wants to look out your window."[/color] Devon sighed and took the small Eevee in his hands, smiling as he faced her to the window. [color=darkturquoise]"Alright Biscuit. There ya go. Isn't it cool?"[/color] Biscuit didn't reply, instead she kept her distant stare on the region of Viore, curious of all that it has to offer. [color=darkturquoise]"Well, she's totally out of it again. Good thing we're landing soon. I wanna stretch out and start looking for this Professor Maple ASAP, so me and Shock can finally see what these fancy rocks do!"[/color] Devon grinned as he stared at his left arm, a small white bracelet adored with a multi-colored stone shone in the afternoon sunlight leaking in from the plane's window.

After another boring trip through customs that Devon and his Father were used to at this point, the pair and their Pokémon ended up in Viore's most dazzling location, the Viore International Airports bathroom. Devon waited outside of the door to the men's room, tapping his feet impatiently while waiting for his father to come out so they could get a move on. Cyan and Biscuit stood near Devon's feet, talking to each other in their odd gibberish. [color=darkturquoise][i]Come on Dad, seriously? How long does it take to take a piss at age forty three? It can't be THAT hard.....[/i][/color] Sighing, the teen turned his attention to his small flip phone, his blue Pokégear, and began to study Viores map for possible places of interest.