[center][h2][color=0072bc]Dewmeadow[/color][/h2][/center] [@Morose] [color=#9900cc]”Professor! What does this do, exactly….? Professor?”[/color] The professor looked over his shoulder with an eyebrow of intrigue. His hands remained buried in his pockets, but his eyes smiled at someone showing interest in his inventions. [color=f26522]“Well, that one makes sure the humidity of the room stays at exactly 52%. It’s important for the material I build with,”[/color] Dogwood said. His smile became physical and sheepish, eyes wandering to the ceiling. [color=f26522]“Well, sometimes the room becomes 100% humidity when the mains break! Ha haaaa!”[/color] The last laugh dragged on, as if he were remembering something painful from his past. But it was true and infectious, nonetheless. Something about his voice was comforting, like the hearth on a cold, wintry night. He reassured you further with his classic smile, wink, and thumbs up gesture. [color=f26522]“That won’t happen again though, I’ve reinforced the inside surfaces!”[/color] Dogwood paused, lowering his hand and putting it back into his pocket. [color=f26522]“Well… unless…”[/color] he didn’t finish his sentence outloud, preferring to keep it to himself. [color=#9900cc]”How do pokemon even fit inside a poke ball?”[/color] [color=#9900cc]”Is it like… quantum things or something?”[/color] The Professor nodded and smiled, the ends of his mouth curling upward slightly. He rubbed his chin betwixt finger and thumb, forming a ring and rolling an invisible marble between their tips. He did this a moment before speaking. [color=f26522]“Envision, that we’re all made of the same, tiny building blocks. Now, take those blocks apart, and you can build what is only limited by your imagination,”[/color] The Professor said. He admired the steel cogs giving the illusion that the room was spinning about. A horizontal piston unleashed some steam, screaming at the mouth. [color=f26522]“Someone long before me or you figured out how to fit a bunch of those blocks into a tiny space. And everyone’s copied their formula since then.”[/color] As you stared at flickering letters, Dogwood repeatedly touched his face and hair, twirling his violet bangs about a hovering finger. [color=f26522]“Ah yes… Espurr. Lovely Pokémon,”[/color] Dogwood said. You could tell he meant well, but something was simply off in the rhythm of how he said it. The Poké Ball containing your Pokémon finished downloading before your very eyes. It sat expectantly on a pocket below the screen, awaiting you. The top, red portion had a brown “D” inscribed into it. More blue letters began flaring across the screen. [color=6ecff6]No 677 KIRA (ESPURR) RESTRAINT POKéMON (THIS IS NOT A JOKE) LEVEL: 5 HT 1’ 00” WT 7.7… 7.1 lbs (WEIGHT VARIATION) SEX: M NATURE: BOLD INCREASED STAT: DEF DECREASED STAT: ATK FAVORITE FLAVOR: SOUR DISLIKED FLAVOR: SPICY ABILITY: KEEN EYE (ACCURACY CANNOT BE LOWERED, IGNORES OPPONENT’S EVASION) THE ORGAN THAT EMITS ITS INTENSE PSYCHIC POWER IS SHELTERED BY ITS EARS TO KEEP THE GATES OF HELL… RECALIBRATING… POWER FROM LEAKING OUT. PLEASE TAKE YOUR POKé BALL. GOOD LUCK! The computer said. ~You caught Kira, the Espurr!~[/color] [@PlatinumSkink] Dogwood smirked, giving the young boy his trademark grin, wink, and thumbs up. Rowan’s enthusiasm reminded Dogwood of when he was a kid, and would have to go outside hours before dinner just to run off energy. That energy fueled his passions, and cluttered his laboratory with ideas and inventions. Nothing was ever unfinished, but sometimes it took awhile, and it often was never the product in the original blueprints. [color=f26522]“Enthusiasm is the mark of a passionate trainer! I admire you and young trainers with your fire. I want to hear about all of your adventures.”[/color] His eyes closed and he rubbed the back of his neck as he ducked underneath a steaming pipe. [color=f26522]“Hopefully my connection tower doesn’t give out again…”[/color] he muttered to himself. Dogwood laughed as you wrapped around his legs, your face slamming into his stomach as you embraced him. The professor gave a hearty laugh, air bellowing from his ribcage. [color=f26522]“I try to modify my terminal to get trainers the exact Pokémon they want. I guess it worked this time,”[/color] Dogwood said. He frazzled your blonde bangs before tapping you on the shoulder, motioning you back to the terminal. The Poké Ball containing your Pokémon finished downloading before your very eyes. It sat expectantly on a pocket below the screen, awaiting you. The top, red portion had a brown “D” inscribed into it. More blue letters began flaring across the screen. [color=6ecff6]No 509 PURRLOIN (PURRLOIN) DEVIOUS POKéMON LEVEL: 5 HT 1’ 04” WT 22.3… 22.0 lbs (SLIGHT WEIGHT VARIATION) SEX: F NATURE: NAUGHTY INCREASED STAT: ATK DECREASED STAT: SP. DEF FAVORITE FLAVOR: SPICY DISLIKED FLAVOR: BITTER ABILITY: UNBURDEN (GIVES A SPEED BOOST IF POKéMON LOSES A HELD ITEM) THEY STEAL FROM PEOPLE FOR FUN, BUT THEIR VICTIMS CAN’T HELP BUT FORGIVE THEM. THEIR DECEPTIVELY CUTE ACT IS PERFECT. PLEASE TAKE YOUR POKé BALL. GOOD LUCK![/color] The computer said. ~You caught Purrloin!~ [@Hatakekuro] The Poké Ball containing your Pokémon finished downloading before your very eyes. It sat expectantly on a pocket below the screen, awaiting you. The top, red portion had a brown “D” inscribed into it. More blue letters began flaring across the screen. [color=6ecff6]No 193 LULU (YANMA) CLEAR WING POKéMON LEVEL: 5 HT 3’ 11” (WAIT, WHAT?) WT 83.8 LBS (AAAAAAAH) SEX: F NATURE: SERIOUS INCREASED STAT: - DECREASED STAT: - FAVORITE FLAVOR: - DISLIKED FLAVOR: - ABILITY: SPEED BOOST (SPEED PROGRESSIVELY INCREASES DURING BATTLE) IT CAN HOVER IN ONE SPOT BY FLAPPING ITS WINGS AT HIGH SPEED. IT FLITS ABOUT TO GUARD ITS TERRITORY. PLEASE TAKE YOUR POKé BALL. GOOD LUCK![/color] The computer said. ~You caught Lulu, the Yanma!~ -- [color=f26522]“That looks like some team you've got there,”[/color] Dogwood said to all of you. The professor turned away from you as he walked toward a counter near the window. He unsheathed his goggles from his hair, exhaling on the tens, licking his thumb, and rubbing the glass in circular motions. Donning the goggles, he leaned in very close to some sort of knob on the metal surface, cranking it to and fro more than might be necessary. The shelf popped open with some effort and grunting by Dogwood, and he pulled out three blue, rectangular objects from within. Dogwood sauntered back, flipping out the Pokédex as if they were a hand of cards, fanning them towards you. He urged you to take them. [color=f26522]“Now, point this at any Pokémon, and its information will be downloaded to my database here at Dewmeadow. You can also use it to call anyone you link your Pokédex with.”[/color] Dogwood paused, pushing the tip of his tongue against the inside of his lip. [color=f26522]“Let’s see, right now there’s me, and my assistant Cass…”[/color] Dogwood looked about the room, shoulders swiftly sagging. [color=f26522]“Where is that girl?”[/color] he wondered aloud. [center][Acquire: Dogwood Pokédex][/center] [color=f26522]“Now, there are a few rules to being a field researcher. Try to get as many Pokémon as possible on the Pokédex so I can research them and keep funding The Dogwood Company.”[/color] Dogwood paused, his face scrunching to the side as his hands were placed on his hips. [color=f26522]“I’d let you do your own thing if I could, but Borough’s been on my tail for money recently.”[/color] He sighed and shook his head, closing a shelf that was overflowing with paperwork with his heel. [color=f26522]“Buuuut, I’ve still got grant money to give for each wild species recorded. If you manage to find any wild rare species or anything out of the ordinary, I’ll make sure to find something nice for you.” [/color] Dogwood began to nod his head slightly over and over, moving his eyes from side to side in an arcing pattern. His hands kept flaying outward and flitting about, as if he were performing a puppet show. He did more talking with his body than with his words. [color=f26522]“Also, and I know this isn’t all that great, but I’d ask that you stick to my tech.”[/color] Dogwood paused, clenching a fist and squinting his eyes. [color=f26522]“No Ficus Tech.”[/color] Dogwood held this pose before breaking character, winking and, sure enough, giving you a thumbs up. [color=f26522]“I know you wouldn’t do that, though!” [/color] [color=f26522]“I can send you more stuff as you get further down the road, but here’s a Dogwood Ball for now."[/color] Dogwood handed each of you a normal Poké Ball, with a brown D etched into the top portion. [color=f26522]“They’re my own design. They capture air in special compartments for tighter sealing.”[/color] Dogwood paused, placing his hands into his pockets and leaning back, stepping up onto his tip toes. [center][Acquire: Dogwood Ball x1][/center] [color=f26522]“And I think that about covers it! Anything to ask me before you head out?”[/color] He said. [center][h2][color=ed1c24]Redorchard[/color][/h2][/center] [@Lasrever] Bruce hesitated when the chocolate was put to his face, neck shriveling and brow furrowing. His eyes moved side to side, avoiding the sweets. [color=darkred]“N-no thanks… I have a ham sandwich packed for later,”[/color] he said. -- The campers admired Deerling with precious, wonder-like eyes. They pushed their faces together with closed fists, wrists inward, and kicked the backs of their legs in place. They kicked up the dirt and made squees and laughter that only children could. [color=00a99d]“Oh, he’s so,”[/color] one of the campers started. [color=00a99d]“Cute!”[/color] The other finished. Their attention turned to the blue-haired girl once she started to speak. [color=6ecff6]"What's that? You little punks think you can actually beat me?"[/color] The campers bowed their heads and kicked the dirt, mumbling what you thought was a response but it was much too quiet to hear. The Youngster turned the cap even farther around his head in response, but only served to direct the bill in a more sideways fashion. The two campers in the back looked to each other, their eyes squinting and eyebrows pointing downward. One of them tapped the Youngster on the shoulder. [color=00a99d]“M-maybe we should-“[/color] one said [color=fff200]“Yeah! I think we’re the greatest trainers around!”[/color] He puffed out his chest and hollered out a single, breathy laugh. [color=fff200]“Ha! This’ll be over in a second! My Rattata’s way too quick for you!”[/color] he said. [color=00a99d]“Okay…”[/color] the other said. And with that, the battle was begun! -- Youngster Joey, Camper Annie, and Camper Danny want to battle! Youngster Joey sent out Rattata! Rattata snarled and scuffed up the ground as soon as it was unleashed. It’s gigantic buck teeth gnashed the air, biting in the direction of your Pokémon. You noted its darting, red eyes never stopped moving. They kept choosing new targets, new Pokémon, new terrain, it even eyed the three of you collectively. This Rattata had the spirit of a top tier, low level Rattata. Camper Annie sent out Nidoran♀! Camper Danny sent out Nidoran♂! The pair of Nidoran huddled together, placing their sides against each other. They sniffed the blades of grass that grew underneath them in bushels, rubbing their noses in the delight. They appeared to act together, or at least in a similar manner. Their attitudes were unlike Rattata, seeming to take more interest in their environment than the battle itself.