The scientist guy hadn't yet answered (and quite possibly, not even noticed his presence or question from all the ruckus around them), when a yet another soul joined their not-so-merry group of trainer wannabes. Sigur didn't really pay much attention to him or his arrival before the guy addressed him, all smiles and patience, and told him they should just take it easy since they just got here. He snorted, turning around to face the newcomer with a cock of his head. "S'cuse me, but it's [i]you[/i] who just got here," he corrected, half annoyed and wanting to get back at the guy, half just talking shit because he was bored. And, hey, the guy was too laid back for his liking. Might as well try and see if he could get the dude riled up or taking part in a battle of wits. At least he'd have [i]something[/i] to do while waiting, then. "The bunch of us who actually were here on time have been waiting for a good ten minutes or more for this guy to get his ass in gear." Just then, right as Sigur finished talking and pointed a thumb at the man in question, when the guy suddenly got to doing his job and leading the assorted bunch up a hill. A bit taken aback, Sigur blinked after the man once, gaze slowly turning to look at the thumb he'd used to point. Wow. He had some freak powers in there. Shrugging, he walked off to follow suit after the others, not sure if the guy he'd talked to earlier had answered or even heard him. -------------- Some minutes later, everyone was crammed inside a dusty ol' Pokémon lab, waiting around while the professor fetched their starters or what have you. Sigur had his hands in his pockets and was sifting his weight from leg to leg every now and again, impatient and bored. He didn't particularly look forward to the adventure, but he did want to get out of the lab. It was suffocating, just like the ship had been. And then the guy returned, with a huge variety of Pokémon in tow. Sigur raised a brow in surprise. Wow, now that was certainly now what he'd expected. That was kinda impressive, actually. The first one to pick out their critter for the go was the pink, foreign homo. He grabbed, out of all the things possible, a freaking [i]Cleffa[/i] and then proceeded to almost squish to death. Yeah. Great. This sure was a promising bunch of trainers alright. The guy exclaimed something about being a star, and Sigur couldn't help but let out a dry laugh at that. The next traineer chose a Starly - because hey, who wouldn't want to carry around a small bird to shit all over your clothes all the time? And the one after that went with a Honedge, giving Sigur reason to steer clear out of her way. The sword was freaky, and Sigur couldn't get why the girl was so happy to own a cursed piece of metal. Eh. Women. Next someone chose a Beldum, and unlike the others before him, didn't get all hyped over it or launch into a giggly-rant. Well, at least someone was sensible. Sigur looked around, realizing he was next in line. Eh, fine then, might as well. He took a lazy step closer, scratching the back of his head and grumbling to himself. "Guess it's my turn then," he mumbled as he reached to grab the first ball he saw. He didn't particularly care what he got - wasn't like he was going to be friends with the thing anyway. "Taking this," he stated simply a he swept the random ball from the table, tossing it in the air once as he walked away from the line and the other trainers. He turned the pokeball around in his hands once he was far enough, and then tossed it carelessly in the air. In a flash of light, the ball opened and a small creature took form on the ground in front of him. Sigur leaned forward, just a tad curious despite himself. And in a second, in front of him stood a... "..." "Iggly!" The Pokémon exclaimed happily, nuzzling against her trainer's leg. Sigur merely stood and stared, his expression indescribable, before he spun around in a flash and shouted. "Yo, hey, prof! Is... is switching Pokémon possible?" As he spoke, he shook his leg to try and make the Igglypufff let go. "By. Any... chance?"