[centre][h3][b][u][color=coral] Gwen King: Outside Elm’s Lab :Cat Scratch Fever[/color][/u][/b][/h3] Right off the bat, Gwen thought there was something...off about the one-eyed, one-winged, flying purple people eater. Like how he got all wrapped up with Arceus knows what right after asking who she was? Spacey much? Still, she wasn’t too annoyed just yet. Hell, Avery might actually be the new official definition for spacey. If she could live with that, she could handle Mr. Purps. The second flag went up by his next sentence. He seemed rather...hesitant on filling her in. At least at first. And yeah, Gwen could get it. Big blowup with ya woman in public? It’s embarrassing, yeah. But being sketchy on answering what the dealio was? Not cool, bro. Definitely not helping his rep. He went on to raise, well…many, many more flags. [color=7ea7d8]“Let me explain the whole thing to you as it happened only a few minutes ago.”[/color] Gwen felt a tinge of disgust at that part. She fully understood that it ‘happened only a few minutes ago.’ She was there. He knew that. He continued. [color=7ea7d8]“...She struggled for a few minutes to come up with any endearing comment for the place, just call in it quaint in a quizzical tone of voice.”[/color] Gwen frowned. Minus ten points for blowing up over some chick calling your town quaint. Hell, it [b][i]was[/i][/b] quaint. The quaintest little place in Johto. [color=7ea7d8]“She proceeds to then introduce herself, asking me if I’ve heard of her. The way she spoke reminded me of how a wannabe big shot acts as I never heard for the name Cerise Fontaine before.”[/color] Alright, that’s pretty egotistical. Minus fifteen points from this Cerise chica. [color=7ea7d8]“She then tells me the answer to my question, and then proceeds to insult me and get out of the way. I know saying the way I dressed is an affront to fashion isn’t that much of an insult to her, but she would appreciate that I get out of the way after that is somewhat of a haughty way to act towards a random person she just met. I at least tried to be nice to her when asking her a question and introducing myself, but that was all for naught.”[/color] ...Oh boy. Looks like this one’s a talker. Right then. Minus ten points from Cerise. Insulting someone and telling them to get out of the way immediately after introductions? Rude, not cool, pretty asshatish. Minus twenty points from Yuu for using the words haughty and naught. Nobody should be using the words haughty or naught. Never. Not even once. Additional five point loss for even making her think of those words. [color=7ea7d8]“...I’ll make this next part brief so I won’t waste your time any further, apologies on describing most of the earlier events.”[/color] ...what…did he just admit to wasting her time on bullshit that didn’t matter? Or was he wasting her time by telling her that he was wrapping it up? Gwen briefly considered asking him. She feared the response. [color=7ea7d8]“So I do this minor sarcastic build up to which I call her out rather harshly on her first impressions before genuinely apologizing to her.”[/color] ...so he responds to a terrible first impression by leaving a terrible first impression? [color=7ea7d8]“I then explain my opinion on how she acted… and then she dropped the previous persona she sported and began crying and ran off. I do feel I went a bit on the edge when trying to make a point, so that part can be considered horrible scrutiny on my part…”[/color] Oh sweet Arceus...if his explanation of his opinion on her actions was anything like this little spiel...well, Gwen could understand the waterworks. Hell, she was considering crying and running away, just to end it. … Wow. Gwen blinked. She felt like she was being unusually catty at the moment. But hey, at least she didn’t say anything rude, yeah? Oh the willpower...surely she was being tested. Was there a character test to see if she deserved a Pokemon? Because this one was pretty brutal, Elm. [color=7ea7d8]“Say Gwen, want to go inside if the door is unlocked, or stay out here and chat about Own Tempo while waiting for the others?”[/color] She finally noticed the smile. Honestly, she didn’t know what it was but...it seemed wrong. Out of place. Gwen crossed her arms again. She was biting her tongue hard, she really was, but...well… [color=coral]“Dude... arrogant prick or not, it sounds like you ended up being just as terribad as she was. You were both acting like spoiled brats, so, well, don’t do that anymore?”[/color] She held her arms together and regarded Yuu with a harsh gaze...for just a couple moments before dropping the attitude and flashing the lad a lazy smirk, placing both hands behind her head. [color=coral]“I mean, there’s only enough room for one brat in a group, and that’d be me.”[/color] She didn’t wait for a response. If the dude had an issue with it, he could fuck off. If he realized she was just being, well, quirky[sub][i](i.e. a bitch)[/i][/sub] then they’d be fine. He didn’t exactly ask for her opinion, but hey, he didn’t exactly NOT ask for it either. In any case, Gwen approached the lab door and gave the handle a push. The door swung in and Gwen peered inside. She genuinely smiled. Asshats or no, she was getting a Pokemon in potentially just a few moments. She was elated. [color=coral]“Yo, Avery! C’mon!”[/color] she turned her head and called before looking back in the lab. Soon… She took a step into the lab. Soon her journey could actually begin… She took another. Bring it on, world. [hr] [h3][b][u][color=orange]Avery Garfield: Inside Elm’s Lab :Echoes of the Past[/color][/u][/b][/h3] Clouds were cool. They got to just hang out all day, just chilling in the sky. And they’d sometimes make shapes out of themselves. Avery had tried to make shapes out of himself once, but he could only really figure out how to make the letter L, both capitalized and not, a capital I, a straight line, and slightly less straight line, and a boomerang. The boomerang was the most fun though. He had a boomerang once. A toy, not himself. Well, he was THERE but he wasn’t throwing himself. ...could he throw himself? Avery could hear Gwen and Yuu having a chat. He wasn’t exactly listening, though. Instead, Avery was imagining himself propelling himself through the air. It wasn’t flying, and it wasn’t throwing. Just a nice game of catch between Avery and himself. Avery thought he had a good chance, but Avery was just relentless, not giving Avery a chance to turn things around on ole Avery. … The daydream rose from his resting place and shook his head. It huuurt. Thinking wasn’t fun. That’s why he had Brain. Brain did all the thinking and Avery handled the doing. It worked out, really. Right Brain? … … … Welp, Brain was napping. Or dead. This called for a snack. Avery rose to his feet and was about to head off when he heard Gwen call for him. He looked over at her, confused, but saw the door open. Oh. Avery’s goofy grin returned as he lumbered up the path back to the lab. He flashed Yuu the smile, but apparently became a bit too distracted that to it. He ended up walking headfirst into the door. Wall? The little bit between the ceiling and the door. The Debraininator. Luckily, Avery had adopted a habit of walking slowly. His stride was naturally much longer than others, so he never felt a need to hurry as much. And he had hit head enough times to deem it a worthing choice. Granted, he was still walking into Debraininators so… Avery hunkered down and bypassed the clever defence against the Giants. Luckily, not even the great, mighty Elm could match up with the genius that was Brain! … Nothing? Brain’s still asleep, folks. Stay calm. Avery entered the lab and his eyes took a moment to adjust. The lobby they had entered was brightly lit and...well, clean would probably be the best word for it. There were a couple benches in a corner, with a table sporting plenty of magazines. Similar to a doctor’s office...but, y’know, not. There was also a receptionist area, but neither Avery nor Gwen had ever seen it in use. Gwen looked about, searching for Elm or Alfred. No luck, it seemed. She started heading over to the benches. Avery though… Sigh. Avery had wasted no time in gawking. Alright, so we wasted a few moments. He liked looking at things. Like the books on the bookshelf across the room from the benches. There were some really big books. Many, Avery couldn’t probably finish most of them. As Gwen headed over to the benches, Avery strolled on back, past a set of doors, as if he belonged there. In a sense, he kind of did. When he was younger, he used to hang around Alfie and Elm all the time. One could say that Avery was trying to be a bit like a big brother to Alfie. Reality, as anyone who knew Avery would know, was the opposite. But hey, Alfie was a genius. Avery might not even belong to the same genus. The point is, Avery found himself standing inside the lab, watching Alfie doing something with Pokeballs and Prof. Elm being...well...Prof. Elm. … Unless he wasn’t Prof. Elm. Avery’s eyes tightened. This could be a phony. There could be only one way to tell. And with steps much lighter than appropriate for a man of his size, Avery quietly entered the room unbeknownst to Alfie or Elm. He crossed to the far side, leading to a desk Elm might use for writing. It didn’t matter. What DID matter was the oh so comfy Elmchair. It was glorious. A gift from Arceus. Avery’s smile turned mischievous before returning to the normal goofball’s mask. He spun the chair and plopped down in it. He leaned back, letting the power swivel chair resist his mighty mass. Kicking his feet up onto the desk, Avery closed his eyes and drifted oh-so-quickly off to Napsville, Johto. The plan was just to see if Elm would call him out for being in the chair but...well...sleep worked too. Oh well. Avery found himself running with Mareep on a never-ending brick road. There were hurdles he had to jump every so often, as did his sheepish companions. As he ran, he could hear faintly a dark, ominous chant, but...for some reason it filled him with joy. [color=red]BAA BAA![/color] [color=black]BAA BAA![/color] [/centre]