[center][h2][color=silver]Argentglade[/color][/h2][/center]

[@Turbine] [@samreaper]

[color=6ecff6]“VERY WELL. YOU ARE ENCOURAGED TO CONTACT EVERGREEN LTD. WHEN AND IF YOU REQUIRE MORE INFORMATION.”[/color]

With that, the hologram waved to the both of you. The pixels and lines comprising its body began to dissipate. The digital atoms flew into various parts of the room. Some became rushing, blue letters across a screen. Others became portions of others ERICs materializing in the white-tile room.  The rest of the pixels simply floated about as streams of incoherent data, waiting to be utilized by the system Evergreen had set up.

And, speaking of the Professor, she happened to come into the room as if she’d known you’d finished. She approached the both of you, resting her chin on a balanced elbow. The constant stream of trainers pouring in had visibly exhausted her already. A shade darker than her skin supported her eyes. Despite her visible fatigue, she managed a smile as she supported her chin on an open palm. She giggled as she saw Derrik’s Gastly practically assaulting the trainer. It was quite the contrast to the inseparable duo of Garret and his Vulpix.

[color=silver]“Give it some time. He’ll come around. My system always pairs your best matches for Pokémon.”[/color]

You were free to ask any questions or make any parting comments, but ultimately your quest did not lie in Evergreen’s lab. It was before you in the form of an open door. The empty frame revealed a silvery, arctic environment outside of this room. Once you took your first step out, you were officially on your way as a Pokémon trainer. What would you do first? Would you revisit the town, or had you said your final goodbyes? Would you attempt to battle any of the new trainers pouring forth from the lab? Or would you make your way directly towards the route, ready to start your adventure? Perhaps, a combination of everything was racing in your mind. Perhaps something entirely different.