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Typically one would be asleep at five in the morning, but today was anything, but typical for Basil; today was the day they would arrive at Pureplain Town and begin his journey as a Pokemon trainer. Now sure he was a native to Isson, but he was some ways away from his destination. As a native to Worldedge City, he lived essentially on the opposite side of the north-east on the southern landmass and since crossing the region via air or train was not viable, he has spent who knows how long on a ship travelling.

To say he was excited would have been an understatement. He gave up any attempts to sleep because his mind was filled with so many things at the moment, good as much as bad. To know that his own family was not going to support him on his efforts though that was completely unexpected. It wasn't all bad though. He smiled at the hiking pack that was given to him by the servants that he had treated so kindly. At least he had their support.

Many hours later he could see the destination, as well as the rest of the ships passengers. When they would arrive at the port, people were pushing and shoving their way through as if there was a prize for being the first to get off. When Basil tried to make his way down, two rather large people sandwiched him unintentionally though they did not notice the scrawny young man between them. Squeezing his way through, he was free at last and rushed down the stairs to get away from the crowds.

Well this was it, Pureplain Town. It was a modest place, much unlike the grand city of Worldedge that spanned as far as the eye could see, but the quiet, inconsequential monotony of this small town was very much welcomed. Basil was walking down the streets, passing a bay where ships were docking and fisherman shooting the wind as they stand around with their lures bobbing in the water. He had never been this close to the sea before; back in his home city the only way to get close to it was a steep death drop by the cliffs.

It could not have been a nicer day to start this journey; the sun was shining with comforting warm rays and there was a gentle breeze of cool air coming from the bay. Basil smiled at the prospect of finding himself a cozy spot and paint the scenery, but he had an appointment he had to keep! Professor Kalmia was expecting him to arrive today and he certainly did not want to make her wait after being so kind enough to let him go on this journey to begin with. 

[color=8493ca]"Stay focused Basil, focus."[/color] He said to himself as he surveyed his surroundings. Right now he had to find out where the lab actually was. Of course he knew the address, but the professor forgot how to actually get there. Just the thought of getting lost in an unfamiliar city made him shiver, but he had to remain calm. He was on this journey to better himself, not freak out.

Okay, maybe he could just ask someone. There was a very pretty looking girl with a green bonnet and a grey cardigan walking by so he thought to ask her instead. [color=8493ca]"Uh, hello miss? Could you tell me how to-?"[/color]

She turned to him with gentle smile, but what she said could not have been further mismatched by how she looked. [b]"What do ya want ya wee posh cunt? Ya lookin' to fight or not?"[/b] She said in an accent thicker than a muddy bog. 

Basil trembled in absolute shock and horror as she continued to hurl sentences at him that he could barely understand. At this point he looked like the breeze could knock him down.[color=8493ca][i]Oh no, she's Galarian.[/i][/color] 

[i]Later[/i]

He could not have been any luckier when a very nice lady from a local flower shop found the distressed young man and gave him directions. Well, that was one hell of a first step to this adventure; getting berated by a very aggressive Galarian tourist was not one of the things he expected to happen, but all that mattered was that he finally found the lab. It did not match the image he had for it in his head; the lab was rather a bit more homely than he anticipated. There really was not that much funding for research on Pokemon in Isson was there.

Okay, he was staring at the building for way longer than he should have been. Basil smacked his cheeks lightly to get himself out of it and said with as much determination as he could muster, [color=8493ca]"Alright, let's do this."[/color] He walked towards the facility and noticed that there people standing out on the front yard. Well it looked like there were people that arrived ahead of him and...Wait, wasn't that man in the ridiculous suit and top hat part of the elite four? Why is he here?!

They must have not noticed him, it looked like they were caught up in their own thing at the moment. He glanced around to see if the professor was spectating though he was not exactly sure what to do in this situation.