The Next Round

[staplemylips]

Ivy stared at the lab, for the tenth time in the last two days. Everytime she had been here, the damn professor was out. So far the Hoenn region hadn't been making the greatest impact. It was nine am and Ivy once again was back at the lab, a researcher inside had finally let her in on the secret. Get in the lab in the morning, because the professor wasn't there for more than an hour before he was out in the field. Ivy couldn't blame him though. The outdoors was always much more exciting. Who would want to waste their time inside?

Well, maybe it was more like wasting their time in one spot that bothered Ivy. She had just spent the last few years wandering Kanto rather aimlessely. She hadn't been heading in any real direction. Though, it didn't take her long to feel like she felt she had seen it all. Maybe it was just rather lonliness that got to her. Strangers were always fun, but you can't form that sort of friendship bond over a few nights. Which was really why she had chosen not just going to the Hoenn region, but becoming a trainer of sorts.

She wanted a fresh start, and a lab was the place to do it. They were always handing pokemon out left and right. It seemed at times they didn't even do any real background checks. Ivy had some dreams though, it had only taken her twenty some years to figure out what she wanted to do with her life. Opening up an adoption center sounded like a brillant idea, she wanted to help the pokemon that were left behind. First though, she wanted to be a decently well known breeder. Plus, she knew it would be a good way to make some money for opening up the adoption center.

"Hello." Ivy called out as she opened the door to get into the lab. "Is the professor in this morning?" Ivy asked right away, not wanting to waste any time really. She liked direct answers. No reasons for excuses in her life, she always found them to be more effort than just owning up to things.

[dani]

He had been extraordinarily busy for the past few days, Professor Birch had hardly spent any time in his Lab before rushing out into the wilderness to study pokemon in their various habitats. It couldn’t be helped that he was often distracted by his experiments and studies, this was his passion and there was nothing in this world that could ever take his attention away from pokemon and his research. Well, there was one thing. He enjoyed helping out new trainers and breeders by giving them their first pokemon. What a thrill it was to see a young, new face come to him with excitement in their eyes and a bounce in their step, eager to start their journey with their very first pokemon.

Each day he had returned to the Lab his assistants had informed him that a young woman had stopped by in his absence and he felt incredibly guilty for not being there when she had come by. The next day he would wait for her to show up again, but would give up after an hour or two of waiting and would wander off to conduct some more research—only to find out that she had, yet again, showed up in his absence. It was a little frustrating, to be honest, because he felt guilty for not being there at the exact moment she had decided to swing by and he was determined to be around the next time she showed up—she must’ve had a question for him, or maybe she was looking to receive a pokemon? Either way, he was going to put off his research for one day to ensure that he was around to help her with whatever it was the she needed help with.

He had been working in one of the back rooms when he had heard the front door swing open and a voice call out, asking if the professor was in. Pushing away from his work table, the professor strolled out into the main area of the lab, wearing a friendly grin, “That would be me! Hello, I’m the Professor Birch, can I help you with something?

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[staplemylips]

Ivy exhaled as a friendly face greeted her. Not because he was friendly, but because she had finally achieved this small, but most important step. "Good morning professor. My name is Ivy." Her hand extended to shake his hand, like any formal meeting really. Ivy had been taught well while she was young, politeness seemingly beaten into her by how much she used it. It was almost awefull. You couldn't be to hardcore while complimenting, holding doors, and just straight up being a pushover at times to people you didn't even know.

"I was hoping I could get a starter from you." Ivy said jumping to the point. Not seeing much point in wasting time. "I'm just not sure if there is an age limit on this." Ivy commented chuckling. It was the truth too, she was nervous she would get rejected because she had already passed puberty about a decade ago. God, this world made a person feel old rather easily.

"See, I'm hoping to get a fresh start as a breeder." Ivy explained a tad more, not wanting to seem like just some stupid adult. Or worse, a stupid hipster wanting to join into some sort of trend. She had seen that happen, pokemon were popular like trends. Sometimes people would get a pokemon because some rolemodel had them, or for whatever other stupid reason. It was sad when all of a sudden the trainers got bored of that trend and moved on. What dumb people this world was made out of.

((Sorry its short, I'm pressed and time and will be gone till tomorrow and just wanted to make sure I got a post in.))

[dani]

His eyes followed her movements as she extended a hand to him, the polite gesture caught him off guard at first, mainly because most of the people that came through here, for whatever reason, usually jumped right to the point--skipping polite formalities. Sure, they usually gave him their name, but that was the extent of the exchange, with the exception of them telling him which pokemon they preferred. He shook out of his momentary stupor and placed his, much larger, hand in her's, shaking it three times before pulling out of the shake, all the while continuing to smile at her.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Ivy, and to answer your question; there is not age limit. We get trainers and breeders of all ages coming through here.

[/color]" He clarified, and it was true. She definitely wasn't the oldest person that had ever come through there asking for a pokemon from him--a few months ago a man in his 30s had stopped by asking if he was too old to become a trainer. In all honesty, the Professor believed that you were never too old to start a journey with a Pokemon, but maybe that was just him being a sentimental old man.

"Did you have any particular pokemon in mind? Or would you like to take a look at them before choosing?[/color]"[/size][/blockquote]

[staplemylips]

Ivy's arm was somewhat like a cooked noodle as it was shook. She noticed the stupid grin on the professor's face. God, it was so early in the morning. How could he be so peppy? Though she could understand it. It was his job, it gave him that drive and excitement every morning to get up and see the world. The longer you were awake, the more of the world you could see. It was something Ivy had figured out while traveling. While the things in the world didn't change between eight and nine am, the world did change. The events seemed to go on, the sky would change, and people would change as well. Everything was still there, just changing. Yet, in all honesty, even if Ivy did realise this. She wasn't the one to get up early unless she had too. Definitely a night owl.

Ivy gave a smile hearing there was no age limit. She still felt rather stupid though, knowing that people half her age usually went to labs. Maybe it would have been better for Ivy to just go out and hunt a pokemon down. Well, not literally. Just kind of befriend one, or well she could try literally catching it and tieing it up. That didn't sound like a very wise idea though.

"Well, I do have a pokemon in mind." Ivy began, taking a pause. She really wasn't sure if she would be able to get the pokemon. "I was hoping to get a Poochyena." Ivy had a soft spot for canine pokemon. They were just utterly adorable. Plus, during her schooling when she was little, the canine pokemon had been the easist for her to remember. A Poochyena would be a great first pokemon. It came off as a good pokemon for adults she thought. She would walk proudly next to it, compared to if she had gotten something like a Caterpie or a Jigglypuff. Not that they were bad pokemon, they just weren't Ivy's type.

[dani]

Some people probably found his cheerful attitude, that early in the morning no less, to be rather annoying. Too many people would have rather slept in than be up with the sun--the Professor tended to wake at the crack of dawn, without hesitation. He liked to get his day started early, the earlier he rose the more time he had for research, time was a precious thing that he couldn't afford to waste.

While he enjoyed helping children out with getting their starters and starting their journey, he found that it was the ones who were a tad older, like Ivy, who were more mature and responsible when it came to handling pokemon. Though, he supposed that that was probably a given, but he didn't have to worry quite as much about the ones who were older because chances were that they could easily take care of themselves should the situation call for it.

He furrowed his brow at her request, it was quite unusual for someone to ask for a pokemon other than the usual starters, but it wasn't completely unheard of. Every once in a while someone would come through asking for a different pokemon, perhaps the general three starters didn't tickle their fancy for whatever reason?


"I think I might...let me go check and see if the little guy is still in the back.

[/color]" The Professor knew that he had had a Poochyena earlier in the week, but sometimes his assistants liked to take some of the pokemon home for a few days--that way the pokemon who weren't likely to be adopted any time soon would receive just as much attention as the ones that would be adopted.

He returned with a red and white pokemon in one hand and a bookbag in his other,"Here you are, Ivy m'dear. I hope your goals are successful, and please be safe on your way home.[/color]" All throughout the meeting that trademark friendly smile of his never once faltered.


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[b]Nickname:[/b] Your choice!
[b]Species:[/b] Poochyena
[b]Gender:[/b] Your Choice!
[b]Level:[/b] 005
[b]Ability:[/b] Quick Feet
[b]Move Set:[/b] Tackle | Howl | Agility
[b]Personality:[/b] Your Choice!


[img]http://archives.bulbagarden.net/media/upload/9/93/Bag_Pok%C3%A9_Ball_Sprite.png[/img] Pokeball [b]x5[/b]
[img]http://archives.bulbagarden.net/media/upload/e/ed/Bag_Potion_Sprite.png[/img] Potion [b]x2[/b]
[img]http://archives.bulbagarden.net/media/upload/c/c7/Bag_Town_Map_Sprite.png[/img] Town Map
[img]http://veekun.com/dex/media/items/rule-book.png[/img]Journal
[img]http://veekun.com/dex/media/items/tm-case.png[/img]TM Case
[img]http://veekun.com/dex/media/items/berry-pouch.png[/img]Berry Bag
[img]http://veekun.com/dex/media/items/gb-sounds.png[/img]Pokepod
[img]http://archives.bulbagarden.net/media/upload/c/cd/Rse_nav.png[/img]Poke'Nav


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[staplemylips]

Ivy had a small little smirk on her face as she picked up the pokeball. She held it tightly in her hand, as her other arm stretched out for the bookbag. "Thank you." Ivy said, a little softer. Ivy rolled the pokeball in her hand, anxious to let it out. She wanted to wait though till she was outside. No need in letting it run loose in the lab. Plus, it would be her first moment together with a new companion. She didn't want to share it with the professor.

Who was still smiling away as she looked up. God, that was so creepy. Ivy slung the bag over her shoulder. "Thank you again. Have a good day." Ivy nodded her head downward, as if signaling she was leaving. Which she was. The girl made her way to the door, her hand still playing with the pokeball. She was extremely anxious to see what her new baby looked like.

((And a nice little ending. Thank you. Now onto some adventures!))