Ted nodded as if to say, [i]Yeah, I made it alright![/i]
Just when he thought everyone had arrived, another boy walked up. He had a weird name that he couldn't remember, something he couldn't quite put his finger on. Just as he was about to introduce himself to the boy, that girl, Ava was it?, stormed into the lab. Ted's jaw dropped and he turned to Desmond in shock. [s]One does not simply walk into Profesor Rowan's lab[/s] It goes without saying you should go into the Professor's Lab without permission! "Did she just...?" he said to Desmond, before going in after her to retrieve her. The gentle sunlight had been replaced with bright, screaming fluorescent lights. Around Ted intricate machinery spanned the walls, high-tech computers buzzed as they processed long strings of numbers, and bookcases sat, cluttered with scraps of papers, old books, and notepads filled with scrawls. Amidst all the clutter of the scientific lab, a certain machine stood out to Ted, almost like a shining beacon. It was the capsule in which the Pokemon were kept, and inside were 4 seperate PokeBalls. He heard the slow, creaking swing of the lab door and Desmond entered. He heard him gasp as he took in the machinery and intricateness of the lab. As he looked for that girl, he found she was already by the capsule. And next to her, Professor Rowan! Ted had heard of how scary the Professor could be, but also how he was one of the wisest men on the Earth. On the subject of Pokemon, at least. Rowan looked almost perfect for an old man -- his suit was without a wrinkle, his glasses sat perfectly straight, and his posture was perfectly straight. The only thing that seemed inexact was his beard. It was scraggly and maybe just a tad wild, a major contrast to the rest of Rowan. He heard the door swing again and the last boy who was outside had come in too. 

"Well, this wasn't under the terms I would have hoped for us to meet, but I suppose this will have to work," said Rowan, giving a knowing look to the girl. "But I --" responded the girl, but Rowan shushed her. "Under normal circumstances I would most likely tell you the rudeness of busting into someone elses property uninvited, and what kind of mark that may leave on your image, but today is a very special day. And I've always believed we all do need a little reckless to succeed, if only just a little," he said with a twinkle in his eye. "Well, allow us to begin. You are all her because you want a pokemon, am I correct?" he asked. When it was nods all around he continued, "That's exactly what I wanted to hear. Today you will begin your journey. Some of you may be eager to get your pokemon, and you know all the calculatives necessary for battle. Perhaps so, but as the great Greek philosopher Aristotle once said, '[i]Educating the mind without educating the heart, is no education at all.[/i]' Treat your Pokemon not as tools, but as equals, as partners. Treat them with love and respect." 
 "In the past I have allowed for trainers to pick their starter pokemon, but today I will expirement with a new way to give out the selected pokemon at hand. The pokemon will choose who they will be partnering with. This way a Pokemon be naught stuck with a trainer they'd rather not have. Okay, I'm going to begin now. I wish you guys the best of luck, and remember, these pokemon chose YOU. That means you guys have a special bond."

Professor Rowan took a single Pokeball from the capsule. In a flash of light, out popped a mutt. For a second Ted was sure that Rowan had somehow accidentally captured a dog instead of a pokemon, but it dawned on him it was a Poochyena. The Pooch sniffed the air for a second, and trotted over to Ted and licked his hand.

"Well! That Poochyena is yours. They say you can tell a man's intentions by the demeanor of his clothes. Perhaps this Poochyena sensed a little of that," said Rowan, acknowledging Ted's fancyware. "Hey little guy," Ted said, petting the Poochyena, and then scratching it behind it's ears. He felt his bad feeling resurfacing again, but it was quickly drowned by his excitement and how cute the darn mutt was. "I've got a feeling we'll make a good team."