[center][h2][color=ed1c24]Redorchard[/color][/h2][/center] The hustle of the crowd was slow, to say the least. Eons dragged by as your foot tapped, your fingers twiddled, and perhaps the occasional word flew by in odd conversation. Late arrivals marched in behind you, more and more people kept stacking like a horizontal tower. There weren't nearly this many kids and young adults around Redorchard, they must've been coming from all around Huji to begin their Pokémon adventure. You wondered how many trainers came, how many had went, how many would fail, and how many would succeed. Which of them were you? The oceanic mass of people around you was more than you were used to, unless you had grown up in an urban environment. Every child's voice and every person's laugh all combined into a sound that really didn't make any sense to you. It was like a foreign language made up of words you knew. People of all races, color, ages, and background had gathered for the annual Pokémon training debut. They slowly dredged on near the back of the line, but became fidgety once they rounded the corner. When the line moved forward one space, most of the trainers would come running out, Poké Ball held to the trees surrounding Redorchard and screaming about becoming the Pokémon master. One roused trainer came screaming out of the lab with his Pidgey raised into the air. The pidgey's expression was less than amused. He clearly didn't enjoy being Simba. You noted most of the crowd was much younger than you. They had bagged sandwiches popping out of the zippers of their neon backpacks. Plastic bottles and thermos' lined the side pockets, covered in stickers. Many were already reading handwritten notes from their parents, who were likely two blocks down. They grow up so fast! You reached the corner. Wait, had you fallen unconscious? This line was actually moving at a visible rate? You were past the large, rotund child now. He sat behind the white picket fence surrounding the laboratory. The sun caused his circular frames to have a white glare to them. He wrote furiously in a purple notebook, what it was you didn't know. Why was he here again? Your distracted thoughts kept you occupied until the glass, sliding doors were before you. They opened. A short, scrawny fellow with unkempt brown hair and spiral glasses stood in the doorway. His pronounced cheeks rose as his face scrunched. The research assistant's finger danced, waving erratically as he counted the line as if it were a complex math problem. [color=f7976a]"Ummmm, eugh.... hmmm.."[/color] His throat and nose seemed clogged at the same time with his guttural, distorted voice. The pauses he took were monumental in proportion, and likely the source for all of the hold-up you endured. [color=f7976a]"Let's, uh... see here..."[/color] How could he breathe? [color=f7976a]"UMMMMMM..."[/color] ... [color=f7976a]"Oh yes! You three! Come in come in eughguhguhuh!"[/color] He laughed through the thick coating of mucus surely resting in his throat. He fanned the clipboard at each of you, before wagging his finger in the air and waving his hips. The scrawny scientist almost did a dance back into the lab. But it was more like the jig of a baby Girafarig. Each of you followed him into a building that seemed smaller on the inside than it was on the outside. Massive, peculiar machines sat on the moss green tile floor. Dots of all colors cooed and shone as the technology vibrated. You swore some of them might explode at any moment. Files, records, discarded Poké Balls and prototype Pokédex plastered the tops of tables on the outer edge of the room. Crammed into the space between all of this were scientists in white lab coats. They scurried to and fro about the place, not so much as a single wave. Their heads were low and eyes focused on clipboards with paper. Busy day, busy day, busy day. Except for this guy. [color=f7976a]"Yeaugh, huhuh, sorry about the-wait! Th-th-th terminals will get ya' yourrrrr Pokémon! Um, uh, hmm..."[/color] A trainer bumped into his shoulder, and the man nearly leapt across the room with a yelp. He landed and brushed off his white coat, plagued with coffee stains. He turned to where the trainer had come from. [color=f7976a]"Oh yeah! Hyuh, they're over there!"[/color] He pointed to the corner of the room, where at least ten terminals lined the wall. One was in use. [color=9e0039]"MILES. MILES FOR THE FIFTIETH TIME, SPEED IT UP!"[/color] A disembodied voice said. Miles left the three of you with a wavering cry, scattering away with his hands waving to and fro above him. As you walked away, you heard the familiar voice of Miles struggling to count once again. [color=9e0039]"MILES. IT'S SIX. LET SIX OF THEM IN."[/color] A man of dark skin and buzzed hair smiled after his shouting match across the room. He waved to you, revealing the top row of his shining white teeth. [color=9e0039]"If you need any help operating the terminals, I'm right here. Professor Ficus is out right now, but I'm her main assistant researcher! Name's Bruce."[/color] The man said. His voice was calmer now, not containing the boiling rage of animosity. [color=9e0039]"If you ever have questions on your journey, I'm a ring away. My work number's built into each Pokédex."[/color] He imitated a phone with a closed fist and two fingers on each side being next to his face. You stepped forward. [@Rune_Alchemist] [color=6ecff6][REGISTER][/color] Read on the screen, just above a thumb print. There was no turning back from here. Did you accept? [i]Assuming you accept...[/i] Blue lines traversed the screen. In patterns, sporadically, dashing in their inconsistency. The cogs in the terminal whirred as the lasers performed their show, before they came to form words on the screen. [color=6ecff6]LYNN HAYWOOD AGE: 18 SEX: F HEIGHT: 5' 8"...1/4! WEIGHT: 157 lbs[/color] [color=6ecff6][IS THIS CORRECT?][/color] [i]Assuming you pressed the button, after making any changes you wished...[/i] [color=6ecff6]CALCULATING...[/color] First, a hex grid of wireframe. Black in the inside, green as the structure, a Poké Ball formed in a pocket below the screen, held by a sort of basic upholder apparatus. A green laser, in the fashion of a 3D printer, began to bring the Pokéball to life. Layer by layer, the second dimension gained another perspective. First green, then a white bottom, a black, middle rim, a white button on the front, and finally the cherry ted top. The button glowed a dark pink and hummed a synthetic tune before fading. [color=6ecff6]YOUR POKÉMON IS... SNEASEL [WILL YOU GIVE SNEASEL A NAME?] [/color] The screen asked you. [@Lasrever] [color=6ecff6][REGISTER][/color] Read on the screen, just above a thumb print. There was no turning back from here. Did you accept? [i]Assuming you accept...[/i] Blue lines traversed the screen. In patterns, sporadically, dashing in their inconsistency. The cogs in the terminal whirred as the lasers performed their show, before they came to form words on the screen. [color=6ecff6]ABIGAIL LOWE AGE: 15 SEX: F HEIGHT: 5'... 4' 11" 7/8... 4' 11" 3/4... recalibrating... WEIGHT: Calculating... [IS THIS CORRECT?][/color] [i]Assuming you pressed the button, after making any changes you wished...[/i] [color=6ecff6]CALCULATING...[/color] First, a hex grid of wireframe. Black in the inside, green as the structure, a Poké Ball formed in a pocket below the screen, held by a sort of basic upholder apparatus. A green laser, in the fashion of a 3D printer, began to bring the Pokéball to life. Layer by layer, the second dimension gained another perspective. First green, then a white bottom, a black, middle rim, a white button on the front, and finally the cherry ted top. The button glowed a dark pink and hummed a synthetic tune before fading. [color=6ecff6]YOUR POKÉMON IS... DEERLING [WILL YOU GIVE DEERLING A NAME?] [/color] The screen asked you. [@tex] [color=6ecff6][REGISTER][/color] Read on the screen, just above a thumb print. There was no turning back from here. Did you accept? [i]Assuming you accept...[/i] Blue lines traversed the screen. In patterns, sporadically, dashing in their inconsistency. The cogs in the terminal whirred as the lasers performed their show, before they came to form words on the screen. [color=6ecff6]TESH YAMA AGE: 18 SEX: M HEIGHT: 6'... 6' 1/8"! WEIGHT: 175 lbs [IS THIS CORRECT?][/color] [i]Assuming you pressed the button, after making any changes you wished...[/i] [color=6ecff6]CALCULATING...[/color] First, a hex grid of wireframe. Black in the inside, green as the structure, a Poké Ball formed in a pocket below the screen, held by a sort of basic upholder apparatus. A green laser, in the fashion of a 3D printer, began to bring the Pokéball to life. Layer by layer, the second dimension gained another perspective. First green, then a white bottom, a black, middle rim, a white button on the front, and finally the cherry ted top. The button glowed a dark pink and hummed a synthetic tune before fading. [color=6ecff6]YOUR POKÉMON IS... MEOWTH [WILL YOU GIVE MEOWTH A NAME?] [/color] The screen asked you.