[right][b][h3][color=ed1c24][i]Cyril Desrosiers[/i][/color][/h3][/b][/right][hr][hider=Important Information][quote][u][b]Location [/b][/u] Pureplain City [u][b]Interacting With [/b][/u] Basil ([@hatakekuro]), Event w/ Aster(?)([@PlatinumSkink]) [u][b]Current Team [/b][/u] Aster - Budew - Lvl 6 - [color=39b54a]Happy Little Fwees[/color] [u][b]Inventory [/b][/u] 200 P x1 Everstone x1 Potion x6 Pokéballs x1 Pokédex x2 Escape Rope[/quote][/hider][hr] As Cyril bounced down the sidewalk, navigating the unfamiliar yet surprisingly lively town, taking the time to pause and look at his map again before coming across some interesting looking trainers standing in front of what looked to be a dojo!... also, eh, their fashion sense left a [i]lot[/i] to be desired. At least one of them looked moderately stylish with a pompadour and white trench-coat! Trying to look like a yankee, eh? One outta three, it was good enough. Aster wilted back as soon as Cyril approached the tough looking fellows as he pivoted and examined the sign, reading it silently to himself as the little Budew buried his head nervously into the boy's chest. Normal type gym huh? He turned to see one of the fellows withdraw a pokéball and toss it out, a Hitmonlee springing out, looking around for action. Cyril glanced at the pokémon as it turned to its trainer to look at him, the others, and then over to Cyril, who merely beamed at the mon and gave him a quick little wave. of course, the Hitmonlee was somewhat confused as it raised an eyebrow, shifting around a bit as it raised a hand up to wave at him before getting a hearty slap to his back from his trainer, who tried to psyche the fighting type up, despite how sweaty they looked. It wasn't that hot outside, was it? Nah, the heat was fine, but then the Hitmonlee turned to look at their trainer and back to the dojo behind them, then back to the trainer. Hey, they were sweating a lot too! It wasn't that ot outs- oh who are we kidding, Cyril isn't that ditzy. Cyril merely stifled a giggle as he held a hand up to his lips, sniggering to himself as he realized the situation they were in. Walking by the guy and gal with the weird hair, he heard something that almost made himself explode out laughing on the spot, his lungs waiting to burst, his chest starting to hurt. [b]"COME ON HITMONLEE, WE'VE TRAINED TOGETHER, WE FEEL INCREDIBLE! YES, YES, YES, YES, WE CAN WIN, WE FEEL GREAT! WE. CAN. WIN. THIS!"[/b] Of course, that's when he heard them stampede into the gym, hooting and hollering. Picking up the pace of his walking until he was some distance away, his giggling fit began to grow worse until he erupted into laughter, Aster nearly jumping out of his arms with its wide button eyes as it blinked, frowning for a bit. Cyril could only cover his eyes as he laughed before pushing some of his hair out of his face. He probably looked like a madman to these people, but it didn't matter; as far as he knew, he calculated that, based on their appearance and approach they all had quite a high chance... ... to lose that battle. Whatever their approach was going through their heads, he didn't know, but their posture told him they were not ready to contend with the gym, even with a type advantage. [color=ed1c24]"The sin isn't in being outmatched, but failing to realize it,"[/color] he murmured, shaking his head as he traversed down the sidewalk, passing by mewling alleyways, which caused him to peer over to see Meowths resting and lounging about on whatever, whether it be brick fences, windows, the top of dumpsters made him consider catching one, before one suddenly hissed and ran off as a couple of Lillipups chased after him or her. One waggled and pawed at Cyrils pant leg, causing him to look down and smile to say hello to the dog. The dog barked with glee in response, wagging its tail before it shot off after the Meowth. Cyril barely had any time to record these Pokémon with his Pokédex, but he was somewhat deft enough to get the recordings before they disappeared to other places... or the rustling grass in different areas as some Lillipups popped out, causing Pidgeys to squawk and fly out, disturbed by the sudden intrusion of the pups. The professor-to-be merely smiled at these events before looking down at his partner who seemed quite content with just staying put and looking forward. Cyril could tell they were nervous, even with the lack of shivering. Yeah, the school would definitely be a good place to start; while he was planning to catch Pokémon there, maaaaaybe he could get Aster to socialize with other Pokémon while being supervised! Yeah, he was such a good helicopter parent/partner! Sprinting down the sidewalk, the Budew trilled in excitement at this sudden burst of speed! Screw having running shoes, he could run just fine without pushing B anyways! What kind of instructions were those anyways?! After taking some twists and turns, in less than a minute, he arrived at the school, Aster announcing their arrival with a triumphant [color=8dc73f]"Fweeeeeeeee!"[/color] Cyril was breathing lightly as he stared up at the building with a smile on his face, placing a hand on his hip as he looked around. The school seemed abuzz with activity, as teachers and the rest of the faculty monitored the area as the students sped around, playing tag or something. Now that he thought about it, there were plenty of students running around; one of them even mentioned a pink thing! Pink baby-pokémon, huh? He could only guess they were all looking for either a Cleffa, Igglybuff, or Happiny. There was a glint in his eye; maybe he could kill three birds with one, well-timed arrival! One, find the Pokémon, two, slowly break Aster out of his shell (won't happen in one session, he knows), three, beat some kids up in battling like a proper, mature adult. Smirking, he tapped the bridge of his nose with his middle finger, as if he were wearing glasses, and for some odd reason, the light reflected off his eyes. Huh, weird. As he traversed towards the park, he spied with his two, peeping eyes a hot, red-headed woman! Hoo wee, she looked pretty cute; maybe he could get her number before looking for this Pokémon! Hmm, maybe, maybe. Setting the Budew down, he looked at the little partner who looked up back at him, a bit befuddled as it tipped its bud. [color=ed1c24]"Say Aster, why don't you play with some of the other Pokémon for a bit? Could be a ton of fun [i]and[/i] we could find a new friend to travel with us as well; whaddya say?"[/color] Aster didn't know whether to make heads or tails of this whole situation, switching between looking up at Cyril to staring back at the multiple pokémon playing in the park, before going back to their partner and gulping. As far as they were concerned, Cyril was trustworthy, plus it could be fun like he said! Weakly smiling, Aster bobbed its head before taking a couple of nervous steps into the park. [color=ed1c24]"If you get too uncomfortable just come running back to me, alright! Or fwee as loud as you can,"[/color] now, to get this lovely lass' numb- oh? Before Cyril could even make a move he witnessed, Basil! Aha, the sly dog, he probably wanted to make a move on her too; could hardly blame him, red-heads were hot. Smiling, he hid behind the most conspicuous thing he could... ... actually, there wasn't much to hide behind, so he just stood there like a dope and attempted to blend in with the crowd, pretending to be a teacher or supervisor. Maybe, just maybe Basil wouldn't notice him; also, he wasn't going to be a jerk and interrupt his session with the lady, did not want to ruin the guys chances. Either that or he was here for the rare pink baby-Pokémon. Regardless, Cyril began to formulate his own plan since he did not expect to see Basil here so early. However, after a bit, the duo went off, the Darumaka and her own partner holding sandwiches. Maybe he could bum a sandwich off of him, but then again, he did pack some food, granted it was more for the road than here. Smirking with a devilish glee and glint in his eye, he followed after them, shadowing their movement as he masked himself through the cacophany of shouting, battling and screeching in the park. Now that he thought about it, it was kind of irresponsible for him to leave his partner out here, but one quick glance made him think the little Pokémon, while nervous, was having a bit of fun with some Paras who were scuttling about. Seems like they were plenty curious about the Budew, and thankfully Aster seemed receptive. Thank gods. Returning to his quarry, he stalked behind them for a moment, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike, his smile growing wider as he reached a hand out towards the boy's shoulder, getting closer, closer, aaaaaaaaand... [color=ed1c24]"Sup Basil!"[/color] [hr] This wasn't so bad. Aster relaxed alongside the few Paras who had scuttled up to the Budew, curious about the introduction of this foreign Pokémon around the park. While they were unfamiliar, they seemed amicable as the shy Budew trilled and fweed at them while they chittered excitedly. Aster was much more reserved right now as he sat down, interacting with the Paras, even going on to introduce himself and said what he was doing there. Some of the Paras scraped at the air with a leg, confused, while a couple others bounced up and down excitedly, causing Aster to wiggle his bud in response. Despite this cute interaction, all things would come to an end the moment a couple of Shinx and Poochyena's took notice of the different Pokémon and ran towards it, some with curiosity in their eyes, others with an aggressive intent. Thankfully the Shinx were faster, with one arriving on the scene to tackle the poor Budew and pin it down with a smile. [color=8dc73f]"Fwee?!"[/color] Aster suddenly cried out as he found himself pinned by the electric Pokémon who growled playfully while another Shinx began pawing playfully at the bud. Aster sniffled and giggled, finding the way the one Shinx was playing with the bud to be ticklish, but not before being disrupted by the much slower Poochyena's. One tackled the Shinx that was on top of Aster, causing the two to tumble and turn into a ball of fur pawing at one another while two others took their turns barking and growling, encroaching on the Budew. Aster froze, not knowing what to do in this situation as he felt his little heart beat. The other Shinx decided that it was play time like its sister and tackled one of the Poochyena's, causing them to yip as they rolled on the ground. The single one remaining wasn't having any of that, as it perched, ready to pounce as it growled. Aster looked around, finding that most of the Paras hat scattered or vanished after this little tussle. Left alone, there was only one option they felt was left for them... ... [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dn8TWrrhDEM]N I G E R U N D A Y O ![/url] Pivoting around and running in the opposite direction, Aster fled from the Poochyena with tears seemingly forming in its eyes as it frowned, [color=8dc73f]"FWEEEEEEEEEE!"[/color] Its cries were drowned out by the much slower, persistent Poochyena who pursued it, barking at the Budew as it continued to flee. After running for a bit, the small Pokémon began to realize that this Poochyena was not giving up on their mission. In a last ditch effort, Aster gulped and turned around, standing his ground as the dog got closer, and closer, and closer. Recalling what he did in the battle against Chloe and Sentret, Aster vibrated nervously as it made its battle cry, [color=8dc73f]"FWEEEEEEE!"[/color] The Poochyena began to glow for a bit as yellow blobs began to form on its fur before flying towards Aster. The Pokémon yelped in pain as it stopped pursuing the Budew, instead turning tail and running way, yipping all the way. Sighing, Aster whipped his head around, trying to find where his trainer was, only to bear witness to the gauntlet of Pokémon in his way. The Paras were fine, sure, but with this amount of Shinx and Poochyena's, nuh uh, not happening. Looking around, Aster took notice of a bush and quickly hopped into it for shelter to rest for a bit. Retreating into the bushes to get out of sight, he decided he would peak out again in a minute or two as he sat there in his lonesome, pretending he was some phantom thief preparing a grand heist as he chuckled to himself, pretending to be all confident and smug.