[center][h2][color=0072bc]Dewmeadow[/color][/h2][/center] Through your conversation, you'd note the lack of people around the lab. Sure, Dewmeadow was out of the way, but was it so in the country that nobody else came around? You didn't even see the traveling merchant that was usually strolling his wagon through the field houses. People in the town still went about their days as usual, though, and seemed to be in their normal day-to-day state of mind. An elderly gray-haired woman scuttled across the plain with a smoking basket full of fresh rolls. She'd smile and play keep away from a curious Butterfree that wrinkled its nose and leaned in from time to time to take her baked goods. A burly, bronzed man swaggered towards the outskirts of the town, accompanied by a spry Growlithe. Five younger children ran in circles around a large oak tree at the highest hill in Dewmeadow, running until they could not longer stay balanced. The research laboratory was an intriguing marvel of technology. Not quite state-of-the-art, but still a well-oiled machine nonetheless. Steam came pouring forth as rings from a steel column that rose above the roof, adjacent to the building. A radio tower made of intertwining iron rods towered above the column even. Twisted coils sprouted from the tip of the tower to give it just that tad bit of extra range, and in all directions. A black cord connected to the base of the radio tower and burrowed through the copper, sheet metal roof into... somewhere. The window frames were a yellow, studded metal and rotated, for whatever reason. They looked out onto the green pastures with two big, blue eyes. And pistons, pistons all over this moving castle of a laboratory emitted steam upon each compression. And when they rose, the pistons took in a howling breath of fresh air as if alive. The copper-colored door creaked open. There was one eye, and one above that, and another still. All you could see were three eyes stacked on top of each other. And then they all came tumbling down, three young kids in a pile. One of them had a wide-brim, tan hat and a butterfly net strapped to his back. Another wore a white and blue uniform with thick, square glasses and a black headband to hold her hair back. The last, the top of the totem pole, wore a bright pink dress and had blonde locks down to the back of her knees. The kids laughed in unison, rolling off of each other and dampening their clothes in the recent rain on the ground. The door swung open wider. A sound barrage of metal striking itself and twisting mechanisms came forth from the doorway. Just after, a bright-eyed individual in a brown vest followed. [color=f26522]"Say, what are you kids laughing at?"[/color] said Professor Dogwood. [hider=Professor Dogwood] [img]https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-DxyszPdl2No/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/EPldO0uHSNw/photo.jpg[/img] [/hider] The kids only laughed harder, rolling away as a group and starting an improvised game of tag. There were two Poké Balls strapped to Dogwood's leather belt, and at least twenty pens stuffed into every pocket of his vest. The Professor bit down on a nail that he carried at the side of his mouth. His speech was a bit muffled because of it. His neck took a wide angle to survey the area, even leaning out the door to check around the corners of the building. Sighing, he momentarily let his neck hang. The golden bifocals that crowned his head slid down upon the bridge of his nose. His shoulders rose and you could hear the faintest chuckle before he inhaled deeply. Bringing his eyes to you, the Professor's gaze pierced your own. A wave of his hand beckoned you inside the lab. [color=f26522]"Come on in, the terminal's up and running."[/color] Dogwood led you through the labyrinth that was his laboratory. Piping jutted through the middle of the room, fog and steam collecting around the sauntered joints of the cuts and corners. There were points in the path where ducking between two parallel pipes was necessary to get to the next area of the lab. The pipes led to various contraptions, all foreign to you and screaming as steam emitted from their chambers. Knobs, keys, and screens riddled the surface of these metal monstrosities. [color=f26522]"I guess nobody from out of town wanted to come in. That's a shame. Less wait time for you, then!"[/color] Dogwood turned to all of you and gave you a thumbs up, crooked smile still containing the nail. Though, you couldn't help to notice the awkward pause of his words. [color=f26522]"My assistant hasn't made it in today, but I can help you run the terminal. I built it myself."[/color] More pipes, more obstacles, more noise. The place sounded like a one-man factory. Finally, squeezed into a tiny side room, a mauve-colored tarp lay disheveled next to the terminal. Dogwood wiped some dust off the side of the contraption before pulling out a mechanical keyboard from the front slot. Blue letters flew across the screen and in lines as the Professor typed. Eventually, when the screen was full of code, cogs with large circumferences began to churn. One twisted another, twisted another, twisted another, until finally the walls appeared to move around you. A sound of static blasted from the ceiling, momentarily blacking out the screen before it returned to its normal state. Pillars of steam blasted out the side of the terminal before the code cleared itself and a lone word remained on screen. [color=f26522]"After you,"[/color] Professor Dogwood said. [@Morose] [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]Mara Scelus AGE: 16 SEX: F HEIGHT: 5' 4"...1/8! WEIGHT: Calculating...[/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... ESPURR [WILL YOU GIVE ESPURR A NAME?] [/color] The screen asked you. [@PlatinumSkink] [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]Rowan Branchers AGE: 13 SEX: M HEIGHT: 4' 3"...1/8...2/15... recalibrating WEIGHT: Calculating...[/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... PURRLOIN [WILL YOU GIVE PURRLOIN A NAME?] [/color] The screen asked you. [@Hatakekuro] [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]Suzuki Yasha AGE: 16 SEX: M HEIGHT: 5' 6" WEIGHT: Calculating...[/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... YANMA [WILL YOU GIVE YANMA A NAME?] [/color] The screen asked you.