[center][h2][color=f7976a]Tesh Yama[/color][/h2]
[sub]Redorchard[/sub][/center]

	Sure enough, once Tesh stopped to catch his breath, the line started moving. The unusually large gathering starting pouring into the building near the line's head, one after another, like clockwork. It seemed the line was moving up three people at a time. Only three? Tesh scoffed after the second shift in position, impatiently eyeing the kids ahead of him. The taller girl stood out a little more than most. She looked to be around his age, a little older than most of the others in front of them. The tiny one however...

	Tesh's head twitched backwards when she glanced back at him.[color=f7976a] [i]What?[/i][/color] He thought, huffing one last time. She seemed awfully fidgety, but far from unsociable. Then again, Tesh wasn't very interested in making conversation with any of these amateurish daydreamers. They probably didn't even know what a [i]sub-punch strategy[/i] was. He glared at the small girl irritably, but said nothing. The line started moving again, Tesh following closely behind the minuscule girl in front of him.

	[color=f7976a]"Oh yes! You three! Come in come in eughguhguhuh!"[/color]

	Tesh cringed and shielded his mouth from the disgusting little man's [i]spew.[/i] Whatever. It wasn't going to discourage him from walking forward with a confident grin. He kept his distance from the [i]allergy inclined[/i] little gremlin and made his way towards one of the terminals, Ignoring Bruce's offers to help. He didn't need it. These terminals were fairly self-operating, for the most part. It was a shame that professor Ficus was out, though. Tesh was looking forward to seeing her. Oh well.

[color=6ecff6][REGISTER][/color]

	Tesh nodded silently to himself and tapped at the terminal methodically.

[color=6ecff6]TESH YAMA

AGE: 18
SEX: M
HEIGHT: 6'... 6' 1/8"! 
WEIGHT: 175 lbs

[IS THIS CORRECT?][/color]

	6' 1/8...? He must have grown. Machines usually don't lie, after all. With another tap or two, he confirmed the details and awaited a response from the brightly lit screen.

[color=6ecff6]CALCULATING...[/color]

[color=6ecff6]YOUR POKÉMON IS... MEOWTH[/color]

	Tesh smiled a little [i]too widely[/i], quickly concealing his joy. A meowth was the perfect pokemon for him. A misunderstood little rascal with the potential to ebb [i]class[/i] and [i]refinement.[/i] In battle, there were few equals to its mischievous nature and unpredictable, yet perfectly coordinated style of attack. They made good companions outside of battle too, but most Meowth were simply [i]made[/i] for confrontation. He awaited eagerly for the machine's next question...

[color=6ecff6][WILL YOU GIVE MEOWTH A NAME?] [/color]

	"Kaz," Tesh muttered to himself, typing the name in promptly. Kaz, named for his uncle's Purloin, a fierce pokemon that only faltered against the elite four themselves. It was the perfect name. "K-A-Z.." And it was done. Tesh awaited his pokeball with a passion growing near the pit of his stomach. Truth be told though, that was just hunger.

	He'd skipped breakfast for this.

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[center][u]Inventory[/u]
500 pokedollars
1 x Potion

[u]Pokemon Team[/u]
N/A[/center]