This world is inhabited by creatures that we call pokemon. People and pokemon live together by supporting each other, but now the scourge threatens the safety of the entire region. Kohaku has become a dangerous place, where children stay at home and only brave souls go adventuring.
Welcome to KOHAKU. Come for the nightmares. Stay for the tea and crumpets.
The season is SUMMER. It is easy for survivors to forage for food from the land, as there are entire abandoned farms ready for harvest. On the downside, you can smell the corpses.
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GRAND OPENING !
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There he was...any time now he would waltz into the professor's doors and stride confidently up to him and demand a pokemon from his storage. And electric type, he had already made his decision...he wanted something strong with a sparky attitude, that would obey him at every beck and call, but poor Gregory Doyle stood staring at the front door, back hunched a bit as his hair laid in an unkempt red mess on top of his head. He had been like that for about ten minutes now, simply glaring timidly at the door handle without reaching for it.
This was just how he was, every thought rolling through his mind before every action, trouble was, he could often get lost in 'what if's and not act instinctively. A light shiver traveled down his spine at threatening the professor for a pokemon, and a tiny grin rose to his face, gentle and a bit uncertain, but certainly there. It was a open smile, without wickedness or greed, but it was there...the darkness within him. And he wanted a pokemon. He wanted one now. Now...And now. Standing still wasn't going to get him anywhere, and with a slow gulp, the boy reached forward, turning the handle underneath his sweaty grip.
"H-Hello...?" He murmured weakly as he entered the lab, head turning curiously towards the machinery he viewed - and recognized. What an interesting place, so well kept and organized...Greg could get used to a place like this. He mentally noted to come back and kick the professor out of his home when he was strong enough, and had connections enough, to accomplish his future wishes. But now, a pokemon. "Hello? I'm here for a pokemon." He ventured out, a bit braver than before.
Professor Cypress had a cup of coffee in one hand and a blueberry muffin in the other when he heard someone in the foyer. Between him and the foyer, the kitchen door stood in the way, unhelpfully closed. With nowhere to put anything down to free a hand, he stuck the blueberry muffin over the steaming mug and hoped the caffeinated vapors would improve the flavor.
"Hi! I'm Professor Cypress, pleased to meet you--a pokemon, did you say? Er--one of the vaccinated ones, right? The Pokemon Association did mention something about someone coming in today or tomorrow or sometime this week..." he rambled. He pulled the muffin out of the mug and set it down on a sidetable in the foyer, along with the coffee. After a bit of scrounging around the pokemon transporter, he found a clipboard with some information sheets and forums on it. "Here, there's some forms to fill out--just the information I need to add you into the system, contact info and non-personal things like that--and I think there's a sheet about the vaccinated breeds we offer."
He scratched his head nervously, waiting for a response. "And, um, there's coffee in back, if you'd like some?"
The boy nearly jumped out of his skin when a figure leaped out from the door, a small thing in his mouth. Immediately he thought it was some sort of small animal, or a fetus...some kind of victim this brown haired monster napped from his neighbors, but closer inspection revealed (thankfully) a blueberry muffin. After taking a few long breaths, about ten seconds of his time, he straightened as best as he could, a hand moving towards his face as he lightly scratched his chin, sheepishly.
"Vaccinated...pokemon? Y-yes. I called before to let you know I was coming...but I hung up." He hung his head, rubbing the back of his head as his brows rose thoughtfully. It was all true, apparently, Greg did have a fear of speaking to someone without seeing their true identity; the phone fear ended up being too much for him to handle and was forced to hang up the phone before someone picked up. He glanced down at the necessary forms and shivered, oh how he hated paprework, but at least it wouldn't try to take a bite out of him.
He picked up the pen and started filling out the requirements; location, contact information (not like he had anything other than his pokedex) and his name and such. The other trifles weren't a necessity, and the red head left it open, shaking his head as his lips silently read out the words from the paper. Once he was done, he left it on the table, taking a deep breath, and dove right into the manual of vaccinated pokemon. The electrics...damn, that professor better have some fucking electrics...His sea green eyes glanced over each one offered, until they landed upon the Magnemites. His eyes lit up immediately.
"That one - M-Magnemite!" His voice was one of quiet intensity, excited but soft as a whisper.
"Oh... um, I do seem to remember the phone ringing a few times earlier. I thought the phone was broken," Professor Cypress said. He'd picked up the phone from the receiver, except the line had given him the usual dial tone. At first, he'd thought it was a ghost and that the labs were haunted. It had taken him a moment to realize that that was a stupid idea, and Cypress Laboratory was most certainly ghost-free. Still, it was nice to have that confirmed.
He never knew what to do when new trainers were busy with paperwork and picking out pokemon. This time, Professor Cypress at least had the coffee and muffin to keep his hands busy. Well, the coffee made for good sipping anyway, and he held the hot mug with both hands just to make sure nothing spilled. Luckily, it didn't take long for the boy to make up his mind.
"Of course! Just give me one second with the transporter here--" Professor Cypress leaned over the table to spy the boy's name from the forms before he busied himself with the machine, "--Gregory."
The transporter beeped and produced three pokeballs, each of them holding a magnemite. Without wasting time, Professor Cypress released all three of them.
The first immediately hid behind Professor Cypress, who stepped away, leaving the magnemite in plain sight. "This one's a little timid, but very loyal and even bold when it comes to protecting the things it cares about."
The other two approached Greg curiously. One of them chattered away, trilling mag and mite excitedly until the other magnemite nudged it to shut it up. Beyond that though, the other magnemite didn't say or do anything but examine the boy, as if checking him over for flaws.
"That one's very social. It might talk your ear off, but it'll surprise you in a battle--it's very focused and serious when it's fighting. The other's very curious and intelligent. I lost a game of chess to it, so that magnemite's very clever and a good tactician--uh, if I do say so myself, I mean. I'm not... the world's best chess player or anything like that."
Gregory smiled timidly when the three Magnemite were introduced, each one possessing a shred of recognition within his yes, as if he was meant to be fated alongside that electric pokemon. The first one, however, made his face darken, the magnemite reminding him all too much of his own similar persona...well, about the first part anyway. He didn't want to deal with a weakling.
The second ad third had more possibility, though, and the red head swiped his hand through the patch of hair on his head with an interested grimace, twitching into some sort of a smile when he regarded the second magnemite, staring shyly at it. "I-I don't mind..." In fact, Greg really admired something who could formulate words so fluently without stutter or pause (even though he was sure he couldn't understand a word it was saying before it was so rudely shut up). He also wasn't particularly fond of the third, other than his apparent intelligence...the second could always be taught the art of fighting, and for something with its potential, it would be a quick learner.
"Hello there...I'm Greg...Do you want t-to come with me?" His eyes traveled towards the floor, looking stricken for a moment as if he asked such a blasphemous question, but before long, met its single unblinking gaze with his own sea green orbs. "If it's okay...I would like the second one, p-please." His last sentence was now direction towards the professor, trying very hard not to shoot him daggers at his obvious lack of common sense. Oh well, he hid it well enough, and the boy offered a lack luster grin.
For a moment, Professor Cypress worried that the boy wouldn't take to any of the pokemon, because he seemed so quiet. He wasn't the greatest judge of character, but Greg seemed like a very nice boy to him, if a little shy. Not that Professor Cypress was one to talk about who was shy and who wasn't, but he could safely say that if a person happened to be worse at finishing sentences than the professor himself, they could probably use some work on their social skills. Pokemon training usually brought out the best (or worst) in people though, so maybe sometime in the future, the boy would find some confidence.
Professor Cypress would be very surprised indeed to learn that Greg wasn't all that he seemed.
"Of course," he said after the boy made his choice, recalling the other two magnemites into their pokeballs and sending them back into the PC. Producing a kit of items from out of nowhere (they were actually stored under the transporter), Professor Cypress presented the magnemite's pokeball and the kit to Greg. "Here, that's its pokeball and a few items from me and the Association to get you started--and you're all set. Good luck on your journeys!"
Greg received a LV05 Magnemite! metal sound | tackle | +1 egg move
