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Digizel
Danyel
Guardian Angel Haruki
Fading Memory
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Rune_Alchemist
Mixtape Ghost N
Sho Minazuki
ThayrCyril Desrosiers
Earlier that day.
The sun shone brightly, a bit too brightly as the Wingulls and Pelippers cried over head, singing their songs for the sailors, fishermen, and many others at these large, rather ornate and solid docks. There were myriads of different people who had arrived here in the morning, especially on a much larger boat that could of been easily mistaken for a cruise ship, if it was five times larger.
A ladder extended downwards as many people of different statures traversed down, families to friends to even the lone person, all of them coming from their own distinct walks of life. One of the workers on that boat ushered people off, urging them to be careful, as the songs of the birds were drowned out by the now cacophonous chatter going about the new arrivals.
"What a nice breeze."
One of the few in the crowd slowly walked down the stairs, much to the chagrin and impatience of those behind him, who practically just shoved him off the moment he was one step away from the dock and began chattering about their plans. Instead of frowning or scolding them, the tall, young man instead glanced them, unblinkingly and inquisitively, eyes slowly widening like a child on Christmas, before sighing and brushing them off, shaking his head as he looked upwards at the bright, morning sky.
Sheltering his eyes from the beating sunny day, he continued to look at the baby blue sky, inhale and exhaling the sea breeze before smiling, his body feeling lighter than when he was on the ship, "Finally, I'm here."
Diverting his attention from this beautiful, yet hot day, he pivoted to face inwards, squinting at the city ahead as he held a finger up to his bottom lip pressing it. Thoughts flew through his head about the location, Pureplain, was it? Professor Kalmia should be located there as Sycamore explained, hopefully with a Pokemon that specifically evolved by friendship; he did remember requesting for that.
Instead of marching off instantly to the lab, Cyril instead took in the sight with a bright, dopey as he utilized his other hand to waft in the sea salt currents that rolled over them, feeling the mist cool him down just a smidgen. Sighing to himself, he took it easy as waves upon waves of people traversed down the boat, either taking their time or shoving past each other as if they were going to an amusement park.
Now then, a map of Pureplain was in order as the hand he was wafting with earlier moved towards the relatively empty satchel, and began to sift through it. The map had a specific texture to it all, unlike all the paperwork and generally paper he had brought along as well, even feeling his fingers bump into some of the pokeballs he procured, as well as the smooth everstone and packs of lunch. He was starting to get antsy as he began to rummage through his bag even more, even bending over to stare with an exaggerated look on his face. Eyes open so largely that they could pop out at any second, a wrinkling of his nose as if he had just stepped in pokepoop, and a frown that could be mistaken for his jaw dropping.
"S-seriously, it isn't here?! I remember picking up everything back at the lab, like the formal paperwork, the information of my studies, and... hnnnng," A light-bulb suddenly went off in his head as he retrieved his Holo Caster, clicked it on and began to tap on it before the visage of a yawning Sycamore, still dressed in his lab coat.
"Oh, bonjour Cyril, je ne m'attendais pas à ce que vous arriviez à Issen si vite! Comment était votre voyage? Avez-vous rencontré Mme Kalmia," he emphasized the last part with a wink, though he followed up with a rather large yawn which he failed to stifle, earning an unrestrained laugh from his younger assistant. "Non, non, je viens de descendre du bateau, j'ai rencontré quelques jolies femmes, même si je ne sais pas comment elles se mesureront au charmant Professeur Kalmia~."
The duo chattered for a couple of minutes, exchanging this such as current events in Kalos to informational tidbits learned about Issen to each other, even dipping into some older memories they reminisced on. "Je savais qu'il était un bon choix! Sina et Dexio me doivent donc de l'argent à mon retour, ha ha," he cheered, smiling brightly as he fist pumped into the air, joyfully hopping like some sort of cheerleader.
"Je suppose que oui! Dis, autant que j'aimerais continuer à parler, je suis sur le point de rentrer à la maison pour la nuit. Heureux que vous soyez arrivé en toute sécurité et-"
"Attends attends! Avant de partir, pouvez-vous vérifier si j'ai laissé quelque chose comme je ne sais pas, une carte de Pureplain par là," Cyril cried out, nervously looking to the side and squinting as he rapidly scratched the back of his neck, lips tightly pursed together as if he had eaten some sour candy.
"Ah, bien sûr Cyril, laisse-moi un moment." While Sycamore was still on call, his hologram disappeared from view for a minute as his assistant stood there with bated breath, until finally, he returned with a solemn smile on his face as Sycamore held up the folded paper, "Ouais, le voici; pensais que tu l'avais amené avec toi."
"Merde, eh bien, merci pour ce Professeur, on dirait que je vais devoir trouver son laboratoire par moi-même," Cyril let out an exasperated groan as he tipped his head back, before ricocheting back and nodding to the professor with a weak smile, the duo sending their regards to one another before hanging up. So much for those crepes, what a great way to get the day started.
Though, maybe all wasn't lost as he turned his attention to the crowd, though while abundant, was actually thinning out somewhat at this point. Sifting through each individual, Cyril placed his hands under his chin, rubbing them as his eyes traversed from one person to another, studying them closely before taking a step forward.
Pushing and weaving through the crowd, Cyril, continued going against the currents of people as the mist of the ocean lingered in the air as the young man reached out his arm and tapped on the shoulder of a young lady who looked to be around the same age as him. She was rocking punk aesthetics and while not sensible fashion for a journey, there was a glint of admiration in his eye as he smirked at the girl, observing her as she turned to face him with a slight frown.
"What?" The tone of her voice was moderately harsh, sounding like she was fed up, though Cyril didn't drop the ditzy bravado, continuing to act friendly despite the strident response, "Ah, mademoiselle, apologies for bothering you, but do you know the way to Professor Kalmia's lab?"
Her two other friends nearby perked up, took a glance at Cyril that did not go unnoticed by him, as he winked and gave them an award winning smile, causing one of them to shake their head whilst the other grinned impishly before giving the blonde punk girl a slight shove, much to her chagrin as she brandished her teeth, grunting as her shoulders slumped, "Oh? And what makes ya think I know where 'er lab is?"
Cyril merely smiled as a response at first, remaining silent for ten seconds as he ascertained the trio, scanning over each of them like a metal detector before returning to the blonde girls question to question. "To start out, you're from Issen, but your friends are not. From what I can guess, they're both from Unova, aye?"
This gave them a bit of pause as the duo behind her stopped giggling and looked directly at Cyril, while the blonde merely scowled before challenging his assertions "... how'dya figure that, huh?"
"Well, for one, its the way you carry yourself. Up till this point, you seemed relaxed, nostalgic I suppose. Also, the Victini key chains they both have, as well as fashion and way they hold themselves is also a dead giveaway," he smirked, placing his hands on his hips as he snapped and pointed a finger gun at them, "either that or you came from a Serene Grace concert back in Unova. I know they were touring there a couple of days ago."
This got the other two girls interested, with whatever fears they had sloughing away, instead replaced by a glimmer in their eyes as they rushed over to him and began jabbering away about the concert, talking about each song they sang before one of them struck a pose. The blonde punk girl, rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.
"What, not much of a fan of their music," she responded with a nonchalant shrug. "Meh, more of an Own Tempo fan." That was a bit predictable, her style was somewhat similar to the singer in their group, but-
"Ooh, they have pretty good music! One of my favorite albums is 'Blazing Truths, Shocking Ideals,' what about you?"
This seemed to get her attention, though her gaze was still a bit hard, it softened under her lightly baggy eyes, smiling slightly before turning away, nodding and murmuring something. "Good tastes, huh," he thought to himself, smiling brightly at the girl before she turned and pointed a finger through her crossed limbs.
"Say, what's your name Mr. Kalos?"
The girl, named Marina, lead him through the bustling streets as people from different walks of life passed them by, some children playing with their own Pokemon, others heading to work along a cable car that was powered by an Ampharos. The smell of fried food came from one of the restaurants nearby, named Emboars Famous Grill. Original. Regardless of what people passed on by, the two chattered about different things, even got to meet her partner Pokemon, a Marshtomp.
"Seriously? That's their worst album!"
"Hey, it sounds great and still does today! Doesn't matter if it performed badly at..."
The talk and banter continued for quite some time until they were in front of a rather sizeable building as Marina explained this was where Kalmia did most of her research, "Soooooooo, you know what she studies?"
"Pssssh, I'unno, never got my Pokemon from her," she shrugged, tossing her hands up in the air and shaking her head, hips, and generally whole body. Cyril could only elicit a sigh, turning to face the lab before looking back to the girl.
"Guess this is where we part ways. Shame, I was really warming up to you and your friends y'know," he teased, causing her to roll her eyes and give Cyril a light shove, grinning slightly, "we met thirty minutes ago."
Cyril merely responded with a wide, toothy smile as he tilted his head to the side, before looking back at the girl. "Regardless, good luck on taking on the League and doing Contests; you've sure got a lot on your plate to multitask."
She bobbed her head, looking to the side, gazing as if she was smack dab in the middle of a fog, "Yeah, sure newbie, shouldn't be too hard for someone amazing as me."
"I have a name, your greatness."
She merely smiled at his retort, "Do you now? Welp, I'd love to stick around and see you get your first Pokemon Cyril, but I don't wanna keep my friends waiting. Maybe we'll see each other again on our travels, but for now, later dude!"
As she said that, she pivoted around and bolted down the path they came from, waving wildly to Cyril, who in turn mimicked her, "Ciao Mademoiselle, we will, I'm sure of it! And good luck!" And with that said and done, she eventually disappeared into the crowd of people.
Turning his attention once more to Kalmia's lab, he took in a deep breath before exhaling, slapping himself on the side of the face as he walked up the path to the entrance before standing in front of it. Raising a hand, he gave the door a light tap with his finger before reaching for the knob and pulling the door open.
"Hello, hello, is the lovely Professor Kalmia home?"
