[COLOR=gray]Hector´s eyes went up and down the clipboard several times while attempting to extract something positive from everyone´s writing. [color=lightgray][i]These scouts are… creative! And they´re also… enthusiastic![/i][/color] His diehard optimism wasn´t going to let itself crumble so easily it seemed. The boy wearing a beanie seemed nice, at least.

He then turned to the young man sporting a Mohawk and scolded him. Professor Charcoal was enthusiastically telling the youth over the time he set a tropius on fire, but Hector tried to speak to him regardless, using his best attempt at mustering a "formal" voice.

[color=lightgray]“Our coalition doesn´t approve of drug use, scout. I will warn you to be wary of your behavior when visiting other towns.”[/color] His index finger pointed directly at the fun drawing of a mushroom and tapped it a few times for effect. [color=lightgray]“And be wary with your pokemon in general. This territory has a pretty lax policy regarding their treatment of animals, but the rest of the land doesn´t.”[/color] he said, narrowing his eyes at a zigzagoon nibbling his shoelaces. [color=lightgray]“Fire types, ghost types, any creature too big and intimidating should ideally be kept hidden while in other areas, due to the fear and ignorance many have of pokemon. If toxicity starts taking its toll on you, consume two refresh tablets and give your body a few minutes to absorb them properly. If someone invites you to huff parasect say no and report it to the authorities.”[/color] Hector concluded his speech and began pulling out supplies from a large bag on the floor. The bathrobed professor stepped forward in his place.

[color=#f5b041]“Now it´s time.”[/color] he chortled. [color=#f5b041]“Which one of you scoundrels are picking their pokemon first?”[/color] He glared with one eye at each and every one of them, another gesture he had practiced tirelessly in front of a mirror. He hoped they´d realize just how good he was at this, but he hoped even more that they didn´t so that he could get even angrier. It was clear that he intended to pair the moment up with a tense silence to ramp up their fear, but the pair of zigzagoon from earlier showed no signs of stopping their, uh, wrestling, and things got awkward fast. Professor Charcoal limped his decaying body over to where Hector had placed several pokeballs on the floor. It was uneven, so they rolled around lazily, settling down only after Hector had steadied them against a rope chew toy. 

The coalition he worked for mixed pokemon bred in private farms along with donations and pokemon rescued from harm, so they were a mixed bag in the physical and mental sense. The animals would most likely be underweight, sporting the occasional health related quirk and having much duller colors than their counterparts outside of Kasparc.

No matter how many times Hector did this, it never stopped being a nerve-racking experience. He was now ready to write down any important details over the pokemon they´d soon pick to follow them on their journey. [i][color=lightgray]They have more experience around pokemon compared to the other areas, so this should be straightforward.[/color][/i] A new start, it seemed, was about to come. Like the zigzagoon.[/COLOR]