[center][h2]Richard Evans[/h2][h3]Byjerlfal City — Camphor's Lab[/h3][/center]
"Clarissa, then? Duly no—"

Before he could finish his sentence, Richard once again found himself being interrupted—this time, by the rather dour young man who had traveled with them from the docks. Though he shared his sentiments to an extent, Richard himself had no intention of getting into any sort of argument. They were here to do a job, after all, and actively antagonizing the people around him seemed like a great way to make enemies.

Not that it seemed to stop others from chiming in, though.

"...Well, I think I'll do the smart thing here and abstain from [i]this[/i] trainwreck," he muttered to himself as the others continued to introduce themselves. Compared to his more formal greeting, everyone else seemed to be more casual—a difference in values, perhaps?

It was then, though, that the professor that had called them all here had finally made herself known. Compared to someone like, say, Professor Juniper, though, Camphor seemed to be a bit more...

Disheveled? Sleep-deprived?

...Maybe "a lot" more would have been more apt.

Apparently eschewing any sort of more formal introductions, the professor soon led them further into the lab; Richard, not wishing to linger any longer than he needed to, simply followed suit.

To say that the massive underground nature preserve surprised him would have been a bit of an understatement. He had expected something more minimalist, if anything—a lot more clinical machines and maybe caretaking facilities [i]outside[/i] the city instead of [i]under[/i] it.

If the trip over hadn't already emphasized how much money Camphor had to throw around, this would certainly have.

But before he could ogle for much longer, Richard found himself being ushered into an elevator and down to the ground floor, at which point the professor promptly handed him (and everyone else who apparently didn't have a partner of their own) a Pokeball before directing them to go find their new partner themselves.

"...Huh. Well, this isn't what I was expecting, but as far as surprises go, this one is rather pleasant," he responded before thanking the professor and dropping his bags off near the elevator. "If you'll excuse me, then."

Breaking away from the rest of the group, Richard took a deep breath before walking towards a more verdant section of the area. It was a Snivy that he had signed off for, after all, and it'd make [i]reasonable[/i] sense to look for one where Grass-types would traditionally linger.

Hopefully it wouldn't take [i]too[/i] long to find her.

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