[color=fff200][b]~Ryley Grisdoe~[/b][/color]

The door to the lab swung open as a young teenaged boy, presumably Elm’s assistant, greeted the soon-to-be trainers before inviting them inside. Ryley let some people enter before sliding in himself. Seats were then offered, and a seat Ryley took. As he waited for the professor to arrive, he looked around at the people he’d be journeying with. It was a widely diverse group, to say the least.

First off, there was a younger girl dressed in a verdant outfit. She seemed to be a bit… shy? That probably wasn’t the best description. Though she did seem to be nervous for some reason. Hopefully it was an “of the moment” type of thing.

Next, there was a young guy who seemed to live in this town of New Bark. To put it gently, it felt as though his head was in the clouds. To put it bluntly, he was an airhead. He probably had good intentions, but his sudden laughing made Ryley feel a bit uneasy.

Third, there was this stuck-up chick who was in a hurry for some reason. She… she did know she shouldn’t go by herself, didn’t she? Ryley thought about talking to her about this, but then again, it’s hard to change someone’s perspective when the world revolves around them. He settled with the thought that she’d find out eventually.

Ryley nearly missed the girl behind the stuck-up one. Something didn’t feel right about her. She was being really friendly, but her fixation on miss prima donna was a bit… creepy. He felt it would be wise to avoid her in most situations.

Then there was a smaller boy with a bit of grump in his face. He seemed to relax a bit as the wait continued though. He avoided the cluster of people, probably preferring a bit of calm. He seemed nice enough, but it would probably be wise to avoid conflict with him.

Lastly, there was an outgoing type of guy who felt full of confidence. Maybe a bit too much, in Ryley’s opinion, but he shouldn’t judge. In any case, he felt like one of the most ‘normal’ people in the room. 

Ryley’s head whirred with inferences based off his observations. It was an… interesting group of people, for lack of a better term. He wondered how they would fare on their journeys.

Before he travel on his train of thought any further, Professor Elm entered, and proceeded to introduce himself, apologizing for the delay in the process. He mention one person not being here yet, which made Ryley curious as to who the eighth person could be like. Elm then led them all to the back of the lab and the array of pokeballs.

A line formed quickly at the suggestion from Elm, as everyone waited to choose their partner pokemon. Ryley managed to get the fifth spot luckily. Not as lucky as he could have been, but he was content on not being last.

The first person to choose was the confident boy. Needless to say, he strode confidently to the pokeballs, and chose a swinub almost immediately. Interesting choice. Not Ryley’s first pick, but hey, if the guy likey, don’t question it.

The next in line was the nervous girl. She took her time, looking confused as she glanced from one pokeball to the next. She ended up letting luck decide. Well, more like a rhyme. Either way, ended picking a houndour. She suddenly called it adorable and gave it a bear hug. The dog was quite surprised by this, and gave a small yelp and bite in response. Well, that’s one way to make first impressions.

Two ahead of Ryley was Admiral Airhead. He didn’t even realize it was his turn, until something made him realize he was holding up everyone else. He proceeded to stare at the phanpy’s pokeball while Ryley wondered if the guy had brain damage. When he finally chose and released the small elephant pokemon, he suddenly started crying. Yep. Definitely brain damage.

Lastly, the odd, disturbing, and creepy girl walked up and briefly scanned the choices before choosing a mareep. Exclamation of her choice included. Ryley tried to find a symbolic link between his assumptions of her and her choice of a starter, but failed. He just didn’t get that girl. Anyways...

[color=fff200]“I guess it’s my turn now.” [/color]

Ryley strode to the table and looked down the line of starters. He briefly paused after a glance at each pokeball, giving each one thought. In the end, however, one pokemon spoke to him the greatest. He reached out towards the pokeball in question, stepped aside for the next person, and released the beast inside.

Beast might not have been the best description. The chikorita, now free of the pokeball, looked around the lab before settling it’s gaze upon Ryley. It then proceeded to direct a smile at him. With all his plans for introductions out the window, Ryley smiled back and picked up the small grass type, bringing it to eye level.

[color=fff200]“So, I guess we’re going to going to be partners from now on. Glad to meet you!”[/color]

A bigger smile and nod responded.