[color=#9900cc] [h3][center]Mara Scelus[/center][/h3][/color][right][i]Dewmeadow Current Team: -- Inventory: Potion (1), Pokedollars (500)[/i][/right] After Yasha’s explanation, Mara’s attention was grabbed by the professor. She hadn’t even noticed that she forgot to introduce herself—luckily, Rowan managed to do that for her. She couldn’t help but grin with excitement as the door swung open and a pile of kids fell out. [i]These kids aren’t the professor…. right?[/i] She pondered. She couldn’t recall ever meeting the professor before. For all she knew, the squealing heap could indeed be the esteemed Professor Dogwood. Perplexed, she peered towards the door, only to jump back when a man with violet hair appeared, weighed down almost by pens, poke balls, and nails. [color=f26522]"Come on in, the terminal's up and running.”[/color] Mara looked around with wonder and amazement at the factory like lab. She couldn’t help but run her hands over the pipes, imagining what each and every one of them did. Almost dizzy with fascination, she didn’t notice as Professor Dogwood led the others further into the lab. Transfixed by a pipe structure, Mara was incredibly tempted to fiddle with the various levels and switches. [color=#9900cc]”Professor! What does this do, exactly….? Professor?”[/color] Embarrassment filled her face as she realized that everyone had gone on without her. Sending another curious gaze towards the contraptions, she ran after the others, and managed to catch up just in time. The mauve room was filled with some sort of marvelous machine, and instantly, Mara wanted to analyze it and understand exactly how it worked. Somehow, she knew, it would produce a pokemon…. A childish thought crossed her mind that perhaps it created the pokemon, rather than simply placing it inside of a poke ball. The professor motioned towards Mara, indicating the contraption as he hoisted up a mechanical keyboard. It was time…. finally…. Mara looked at the screen carefully, wondering for a moment what exactly she was accepting. It didn’t matter though — no one ever bothered with the terms and conditions. Mara eagerly pressed her thumb onto the screen, watching as the lasers struggled to form words on the screen. Once again, Mara resisted the urge to pester the professor with how exactly the lasers worked. Biting her lip, she rolled her eyes a bit at the height, before adjusting it to the former number. [i]Honestly, not every girl is freakishly short… [/i] She then nodded at the weight, as it appeared to read 145 pounds. She figured the estimation to be correct, and once again, she didn’t think it would matter if it was too wrong. [i]It’s not like they’ll arrest me for lying about my weight… They’d have to arrest half of the female trainers out there![/i] Pressing the button to confirm her choices, Mara watched with trepidation as a poke ball began to form almost beneath the screen. [color=#9900cc]”How do pokemon even fit inside a poke ball?”[/color] Mara wondered around. [color=#9900cc]”Is it like… quantum things or something?”[/color] The poke ball became more and more concrete, and in seconds, the standard poke ball sat where nothing had previously existed. Mara looked on with awe as the white button pulsed a dark pink, and on the screen, the identity of the pokemon within it was revealed. [color=6ecff6]YOUR POKÉMON IS... ESPURR [WILL YOU GIVE ESPURR A NAME?] [/color] Mara paused. She’d never considered the possibility of giving her pokemon a name. All of the trainers she had ever met had simply called their pokemon by its designated name… [i]But that’s no different than someone calling me human…[/i] Mara hesitated, before recalling a name she’d seen once in a book. Kira. She hadn’t the faintest idea what it meant, but it sounded cool enough. Nearly as cool as the eyes of an espurr.