@Whimsley I love the idea! In my original character sheet I had just been thinking the Vulpix would be missing the coloring on her paw when I said the 'front right boot' but I love how you interpreted it and we should stick with your interpretation because there's so much more to do with that :)
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@Whimsley I wasn't sure if our pokemon were in the 3d printed pokeball yet or not. I'll retcon the last part of my post if they weren't.
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@whimsley Do you prefer us to advance the story beyond your posts, or respond to what you write about with our reactions and let your posts continue things?
@whimsley Do you prefer us to advance the story beyond your posts, or respond to what you write about with our reactions and let your posts continue things?
Garret Beleau
“I’ll be sure to pass the word along to Mama,” Garret replied loudly while Professor Evergreen told him of ice crystals and secret phenomenon in a hushed tone. It was interesting on the surface, but Garret realized that her own affection for the topic far out-paced his own. He was here for a pokémon!
Thankfully, professor Evergreen picked up on his lack of enthusiasm and set the matter aside for later. She ushered Garret and the rest of the aspiring trainers down the hall. There was something eerie about this place. The combination lab-house brimmed with juxtaposed eccentricities, each piece of home furniture and lab equipment more intricate than the last. Monstrous ceiling vents swept the lab clean in two beats of a heart before retreating ominously back into their hidden nests.
How could anyone be comfortable here, human or pokémon? Garret resolved to get his pokémon and get out, before he could be eaten by an evil piece of science disguised as a couch.
Strangely, the furniture must have sensed Garret’s unease, for it avoided him almost entirely. As he walked about, everything seemed to slip away from him of its own accord. He was just considering how dangerous it would be to attempt to catch a piece of retreating equipment when Evergreen introduced the automated assistant ERIC.
“RIGHT THIS WAY, GENTLEMEN.” ERIC commanded in digital tone. Supply laden drones flew by as the party passed deeper into the lab. Garret had been here before, but that didn’t make the place any less unsettling. He had attempted to stump ERIC with a few riddles before; to Garret’s dismay the AI had quickly solved them all and even asked a couple of riddles back in return. Garret didn’t dare ask ERIC a question about pokémon--what if the AI knew more about pokémon than him?
Garret’s thoughts were cut off as the group entered the barren pokémon registration room. The moment had come! Garret stepped up to his white tile on the wall and watched a blue laser ring scan him up and down. His unease slipped away, vanquished by excitement, and he accepted the registration.
GARRET BELEAU
AGE: 16
SEX: M
HEIGHT: 6’ 0”
WEIGHT: …RECALIBRATING…
[IS THIS CORRECT?]
Garret felt his feet lift and fall subtlely as his weight was recalibrated. He selected yes.
CALCULATING…
Garret watched the pokéball form before his eyes. As it completed, he snatched the pokéball and held it close.
YOUR POKÉMON IS... VULPIX
“I won’t let you down...”
[WILL YOU GIVE VULPIX ♀ A NAME?]
...Sapphine!”
Even as he spoke the name, the machine logged the information.
CALCULATING…
Hardly able to contain himself, Garret exclaimed to the new foreign trainer next to him, “What are you waiting for? Our pokémon need some fresh air!”
Garret held out the pokéball and opened it. A grid of red lines wavered in holograph for a moment and Sapphine the Vulpix formed before them. The pokémon leaned it’s two front paws forward, stretching her back and waving her tails as if waking up for the first time in the morning. “Vulpix!” Sapphine squeaked in a high pitch.
“You’re beautiful!!” Garret leaned down and hugged the startled Vulpix, who promptly began to squeeze and struggle backwards out of his enthusiastic grasp.
Hey @samreaper I know you're looking forward to it! I'll post tonight before I go to bed. Just had a busy weekend :p Sorry for delay
@samreaper I sometimes type into a Google drive document to avoid losing anything
@samreaper @Whimsley forgot to @ you guys, but I posted just now right after samreaper did.
Garret has decided that Derrick got his bloody nose from a fight over breakfast. ^ _ ^
Garret has decided that Derrick got his bloody nose from a fight over breakfast. ^ _ ^
Garret Beleau
The foreigner that had been inspecting the door began shouting nasally, overpowering the sound of the crowd even through a rag in his nose. He claimed no need to get rough but began to flex his muscles threateningly. The boy wanted a fight, clearly. He already had a bloody nose and a rag, probably from a prior fight this morning. It was so early in the day it must have been a fight over breakfast. Best not to get on the wrong side of this one. No, best not to get on any side of him--Garret wouldn't be likely to see him again after they got their pokémon anyway.
The tensity hung in the air, empowered by competing emotions in the crowd of fear, thrill, anger, hope. Whatever happened next was going to be painful or embarrassing for one or more people. Thankfully, the door chose that precarious moment to open. Garret let out a sigh in relief, the cold smoke of his breath streaming momentarily in the air before him.
Garret marveled as the door machinery clicked and swiveled. He wondered for a moment if Professor Evergreen cleaned the door herself, or if someone else did. Or was it somehow stainless? Did it require maintenance? It was in prime condition even against the elements of Argentglade, which included snow storms and research riots alike.
The contraption opened fully to reveal Professor Evergreen, her chair as spotless as her door. She apologized profusely about fifty times before a rude furcoat insulted her. It made Garret angry to see her the target--she was better than all of them, pokédexes down. Garret was surprised when she fired back at the furcoat with a wicked accuracy. Did all researchers care so much about the statistical significance of their data, and Evergreen observed that, or had she zeroed in on a more personal vulnerability? Whichever it was, the researcher seemed to have fainted. No longer able to battle.
"Delcatty's claws, you've got bite," Garret smiled. He rushed forward to give her a quick but knowing hug, careful to avoid hitting the controls on her chair. A week had gone by since he saw her last. Did she know his own insecurities so well? For now it did not matter. He backed up to avoid crowding her and to give her room to address the group. She was stunning. Dressed to perfection. She had talent, ice, and fashion; all she needed was a bit more poise to pull it all together.
Embarrassed at his thoughts, Garret refocused. The rag-nosed foreigner was politely threatening the offending furcoat. "...have ta give ya a hard pop square on the mug o yours," The boy seemed to still be looking for a fight, but the furcoat already appeared to be defeated. At least the boy was on Evergreen's side; Evergreen deserved more friends than enemies. She was enabling young trainers to follow their dreams and to see the world. The boy tipped his hat and walked in. Garret followed.
Garret had accompanied his sister here when she received her own pokémon and set out as a trainer over a year ago. Anethyst and her Meditite could be anywhere now; she wasn't much for sending messages or updates on her progress. He would make sure to message Mama Beleau to make up for that.
"How exciting! What breakthrough are you on the verge of?" Garret half-whispered to Evergreen as the rest of the group crowded inside. He looked around, appreciating the lab.
@Whimsley @samreaper
Garret sauntered down the cobblestone way, joyfully bundled against the cold in scarf, coat and sweater. The snow floated against his face in an attempt to bother him, but could not worry an Argentglade local. For a moment it flurried harder, as if it especially desired Garret's acknowledgement. Garret smiled, and pushed on down the way, the snowy plains rolling before him.
He had attended Evergreen's Givings--that's what he called it, unofficially--before and witnessed the happy connections between new trainers and their pokémon. Well, mostly happy. Last year there had been a particularly disagreeable Growlithe not keen on going with his new trainer, which Professor Evergreen said was, "Passing unusual!" because of the loyal reputation held by Growlithe-kind. Professor Evergreen offered to give the girl a different pokémon, but the young, perfumed girl in a purple dress proved as stubborn as the Growlithe and flatly refused to give it back.
Garret found himself suddenly fearing a similar scenario for himself. He allowed himself to fear for a moment, and then forced the feeling to pass, focusing now instead on the sturdy smell of hot potato soup wafting from the cottages along the cobblestones. Garret almost stepped up to the door of Mrs. Willfire's cottage. She would tell him, "Garret, I've just been to see your dear mother!" with a swing of her curled hair, left and right to show him his mother's work. He would thank her for her kind words, she would invite him in for a bowl of her Potatofire Soup, and they both would gossip together about his mother's other clients while Mrs. Willfire carefully dipped iron bowls of soup into the furnace-y back of her Torkoal.
"Thank you, Torkoal dearest. You're a wonder."
"TorK!" he would forcefully reply. Torkoal and Garret both loved Mrs. Willfire.
But Garret had already experienced that, on many another day, and today was not such a day. He reached down to tighten the straps on his gray winter boots, steeled himself against the allure of the soup, and hurried past the cottage lest Mrs. Willfire should come out and beckon him over. He surely would not be able to resist. At the quicker pace the contents in his backpack made some noise shifting about. Garret resolved to repack it better, later.
He picked up pace as he neared the lab and started to hear the ambient cries of a crowd. The furcoats were gathered around Evergreen's doorway, making a racket about getting it open. Garret rolled his eyes. What to make of the furcoats? They always seemed too busy, in his opinion. Rushing about here and there, hardly appreciating the beauty of the land they came to study. Garret befriended one furcoat who didn't seem to be in so much haste as the others, and sure enough he admitted to feeling a bit out of place among the other researchers.
Nearing the group, he saw that much of the crowd had backed up as a boy in a strange hat inspected the doorway. He was running his hands along the closed doors and muttering to himself. Garret hadn't seen a hat quite like that before and moved closer, intrigued. A few members of the crowd turned around--no doubt tipped off by the sound of his footsteps and the smell of his cologne--and waved their greetings.
Promptly they began to pepper him with questions; Garret responded as quickly as possible, "No, no I haven't seen Professor Evergreen. I don't have the key. I don't have a crowbar. Has anyone gone to look for her?" He realized that some of them were readying themselves to beat down the door.
"If you put even a single dent into Evergreen's beauteous, shining door I will personally see you don't get a pokémon!!" he threatened suddenly, knowing he likely didn't have such authority with Professor Evergreen. But it was a nice door and it deserved a chance to live. "She'll probably be here soon, just calm down. Calm down," he said to himself as much as the group. Garret pulled off his beanie and stuffed it into his pack.
Professor Evergreen was probably just gathering pokémon for the day. Garret hoped she was okay. "Instead of tearing down her property, perhaps we should organize a search for her, no? Let's divide up the places she could be, split up, check them, and meet back here," Garret proposed.
Garret Beleau
Garret sauntered down the cobblestone way, joyfully bundled against the cold in scarf, coat and sweater. The snow floated against his face in an attempt to bother him, but could not worry an Argentglade local. For a moment it flurried harder, as if it especially desired Garret's acknowledgement. Garret smiled, and pushed on down the way, the snowy plains rolling before him.
He had attended Evergreen's Givings--that's what he called it, unofficially--before and witnessed the happy connections between new trainers and their pokémon. Well, mostly happy. Last year there had been a particularly disagreeable Growlithe not keen on going with his new trainer, which Professor Evergreen said was, "Passing unusual!" because of the loyal reputation held by Growlithe-kind. Professor Evergreen offered to give the girl a different pokémon, but the young, perfumed girl in a purple dress proved as stubborn as the Growlithe and flatly refused to give it back.
Garret found himself suddenly fearing a similar scenario for himself. He allowed himself to fear for a moment, and then forced the feeling to pass, focusing now instead on the sturdy smell of hot potato soup wafting from the cottages along the cobblestones. Garret almost stepped up to the door of Mrs. Willfire's cottage. She would tell him, "Garret, I've just been to see your dear mother!" with a swing of her curled hair, left and right to show him his mother's work. He would thank her for her kind words, she would invite him in for a bowl of her Potatofire Soup, and they both would gossip together about his mother's other clients while Mrs. Willfire carefully dipped iron bowls of soup into the furnace-y back of her Torkoal.
"Thank you, Torkoal dearest. You're a wonder."
"TorK!" he would forcefully reply. Torkoal and Garret both loved Mrs. Willfire.
But Garret had already experienced that, on many another day, and today was not such a day. He reached down to tighten the straps on his gray winter boots, steeled himself against the allure of the soup, and hurried past the cottage lest Mrs. Willfire should come out and beckon him over. He surely would not be able to resist. At the quicker pace the contents in his backpack made some noise shifting about. Garret resolved to repack it better, later.
He picked up pace as he neared the lab and started to hear the ambient cries of a crowd. The furcoats were gathered around Evergreen's doorway, making a racket about getting it open. Garret rolled his eyes. What to make of the furcoats? They always seemed too busy, in his opinion. Rushing about here and there, hardly appreciating the beauty of the land they came to study. Garret befriended one furcoat who didn't seem to be in so much haste as the others, and sure enough he admitted to feeling a bit out of place among the other researchers.
Nearing the group, he saw that much of the crowd had backed up as a boy in a strange hat inspected the doorway. He was running his hands along the closed doors and muttering to himself. Garret hadn't seen a hat quite like that before and moved closer, intrigued. A few members of the crowd turned around--no doubt tipped off by the sound of his footsteps and the smell of his cologne--and waved their greetings.
Promptly they began to pepper him with questions; Garret responded as quickly as possible, "No, no I haven't seen Professor Evergreen. I don't have the key. I don't have a crowbar. Has anyone gone to look for her?" He realized that some of them were readying themselves to beat down the door.
"If you put even a single dent into Evergreen's beauteous, shining door I will personally see you don't get a pokémon!!" he threatened suddenly, knowing he likely didn't have such authority with Professor Evergreen. But it was a nice door and it deserved a chance to live. "She'll probably be here soon, just calm down. Calm down," he said to himself as much as the group. Garret pulled off his beanie and stuffed it into his pack.
Professor Evergreen was probably just gathering pokémon for the day. Garret hoped she was okay. "Instead of tearing down her property, perhaps we should organize a search for her, no? Let's divide up the places she could be, split up, check them, and meet back here," Garret proposed.
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