[center][h2][color=a187be]Amelia Averyonna[/color][/h2]
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Amelia woke up with a yawn as she rose out of her bed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She had once again been up late into the night, as was her habit, and it was now almost noon but that didn't bother her. She knew she was likely late for this appointment, but she preferred it that way. She was less likely to come across the other people who were there for the same reason and that's how she would prefer it.

After taking a quick shower and quickly throwing on an outfit that consisted of a plain, dark blue t-shirt and a pair of jean shorts that fell just past her knees, along with the usual socks, shoes, and other things. Once she finished packing her other things, she headed down and grabbed some breakfast from the pokecenter's lobby. Adjusting her backpack, she left the pokecenter and headed towards the professor's laboratory. She had been in the town for a few days now and she had made it a point to memorize where the building she was heading to was located shortly after she arrived.

As she traveled, the journey was mostly uneventful until she was more then halfway done with it. At that point, she had to stop as something landed on the ground infront of her with enough impact to crack the ground a bit and kick up some dust. When the dust cleared, she would see it was an orange pokemon with a blue outline. She recognized it as a Rotom, due to one of them possessing her parents washing machine after her grounding once. And she couldn't help but feel pity for the thing.
"[color=a187be]Are you okay[/color]?" She asked the pokemon, moving over and gently picking it up. She examined it and found what looked like a footprint on it's body. She immediately felt a bit of fury over that fact that someone had hit this poor thing and she took a moment to pet the Rotom on it's head. "[color=a187be]There, there, it'll be better soon. Let's get you to the professor. I'm sure she can help you[/color]."

If the pokemon was willing and able to, she would let it float beside her as she traveled to the Professor's lab, otherwise, she would keep and gentle hold on it. Either way, she would talk about whatever came to her mind and generally trying to distract/comfort the poor thing. Once she arrived, she would see that there were still a large amount of people there and most of them were battling. Frowning, she carefully moved around them until she spotted someone who might be the Professor, who she slowly approached, her expression nervous. Once she finally made her way to Kalmia, she spoke in a much quieter voice then the one she had used for Rotom.
"[color=a187be]Pro... Professor[/color]?" She asked the older woman. Her friend back home had said the Professor would be female and this was the oldest female around so she could only assume it was her. If Rotom hadn't wondered off to bother it's trainer, she would hold the pokemon out to Kalmia, an expression of concern on her face. "[color=a187be]I... found this one. It's hurt. Can you... help it[/color]?"