[center][h1][b][color=violet]Clarissa Ryte[/color][/b][/h1]

[sub][i]Waiting Area/Reception, League Administration HQ, Grand Glory City[/i][/sub][/center]

[quote]The headquarters itself was a massive building with an exterior of glass though rather than being large vertically, it was more horizontally vast. The stainless steel awning had letters spelling out 'EVIG POKEMON LEAGUE' soldered on the top in all caps. 

As she walked past the automatic sliding glass doors, her purple travel case of supplies and gear back packed and currently being pulled behind her despite its backpack-style straps, Clarissa and Sir Lopsalot found them greeted by an elegant lobby. The floors were lined with dark gray slates with a tint of blue, and coming from exposed patches of earth were full grown trees that shaded the interior. There were likewise other bits of greenery such as flowering bushes quite large pots and vines that climbed up trellises. There was even an indoor waterfall pouring from the top floor of the building into a man-made stream pouring into a constructed pond that sat directly in the middle of the lobby. In the middle of that pond, though, there some sort of projection device displaying the logo of the Evig Pokemon League: A Pokeball ensnared by roots with a tree growing out of the top. It was all enough to tell that this was a place that was trying to leave an impression and have an air of legitimacy.[/quote]

Grand Glory City. The home of the new League for the Evig Region. It had been home to her for the past year, enough that it seemed to grow a little more familiar in almost an invisible sense with each passing day, but it was even so still a new home and even somewhat alien to her nonetheless. The streets were dense. So many people, so many Pokemon, and a region so rich in its density of all of these things it seemed to be bursting at the seams when she had first arrived with her parents. Not that crowds were her favorite thing in general even. Still it was night and day, if not a whole world by many accounts, different from the far smaller and more tight-knit comforts of Pyrite Town back hom-...ahem, back in Orre. It likewise differed much from the gentle flowing waters and relaxed nature of Agate Village and the verdant calm of Relic Forest at that! 

She knew her parents had moved here to 'improve all of our lives', and her father's new job seemed to be taking less wear and tear on him than his old one from the seeming improvement in his demeanor in general. While it lacked a certain 'charm' she felt the wastes of Orre carried, she had heard of a place in the deserts here in Evig that...well, perhaps she could go visit to see if it brought on some sense of nostalgia or familiarity perhaps. Among other such locations. Yes. But that place was far enough away some of these spots of interest perhaps were, though, the fact she was even starting on her Pokemon journey alongside Sir Lopsalot was not lost on her in the present. Indeed, it all meant she would get to go about and finally familiarize herself more with the Evig Region proper all over beyond just certain spots she'd heard of or looked up online when trying to grasp the nature of her new home. 

It differed much from her raising and education back in Orre, that much had been for sure, but her parents and grandmother had worked hard on it all nonetheless. She didn't want to dissapoint them either by failing to do her part in things, even though she had her own goals out there she supposed. Hmm. 

"Bun. Bun!"

Clarissa blinked for a moment, even as the voidce soft paw of her companion Pokemon stirred her finally out of her sudden pause in the lobby just beyond the front doors. Ah. Trains of thought could be a bit distracting, yes. And, er, standing spaced out wasn't something she needed to be doing here in such a place as this, no. Meanwhile, as she glanced to her left shoulder, Sir Lopsalot for his part seemed to be looking about a bit and keeping an eye on things as per his own usual habit. Though he seemed less tense and more, well, curious than usual as well. It was, perhaps oddly enough, not their first time in this building but the second. So to her it made enough sense that the adamant little Buneary was more relaxed about things in this case. Er, not that it was normal for those coming here for a certain occasion today of course. 

Walking up to the reception now, however, the psychic took a second to say why she was there before being directed to the growing group of people in the nearby seating. Wait...was she among the last to arrive? Maybe. She'd had to walk a bit extra to get here due to some new construction work starting up on her original planned route at any rate. Even so, Clarissa's eyes scanned over those waiting there nearby in the provided seating in the meantime, hoping to get some idea of who was here and some initial impressions in. And to that end-

The first person that came too sight was a blonde boy, with a pink jacket on and a pin in his hair it seemed. From the nature of his jeans as well, though, it all felt like signs of wealth in his attire seemingly obvious to her. Yet he seemingly held himself well, calmly, gracefully to some extent even. To her, at least, even the cadence of his voice seemed well-drilled in some way or another. Hmm. All the same, somehow he seemed rather midly, even somewhat vaguely familiar all the same. She'd seen him somewhere before, but where?

Next coming to her vision was a boy with striking blue hair, who seemed somewhat familiar to her in his manner of dress. Not because she knew his face, but more because it reminded her of some of the people back in Orre. Tougher looking in a sense, but sitting next to the lobby pond and...meditating? Hmm. Yet beyond that, the boy seemed to have been approached so far by a redhead whose accent [s]made one's sanity tremble and quake in fear[/s] was odd...but somehow she could grasp well enough from what she could hear her speak of from here? It felt strange to admit that to herself, but perhaps she'd just been around enough odd accents in the past or something. 

Next to be noticed by her was the person she ended up being closer to than most of the others, though, as the psychic eventually sat down away from the others a bit as it seemed a short-haired and blonde younger child had also chosen to do. She wore a cute little hoodie and some darker jeans than some of the others, it seemed, ending in some purple and white shoes. It was hard to tell on a mere first glance if the child was male or female, though, but...well, the manner of dress seemed to make it purposefully more unclear. In that sense, it reminded her of how she'd dressed for a bit back in Orre when she was some years younger even. Brought an odd sense of nostaliga up in that sense. 

Yet while she gave the child she would end up sitting near (Amelia) two or three seats of space to breathe as she herself sat down, well, not everyone seemed to have respected that as well. Another girl seemed to radiate a sense of confidence, and had placed herself squarely next to the child who had tried to sit away from the others as well. Blonde hair and golden eyes of this closer-to-herself-in-age girl aside, however, something about her felt 'undesireable' to the psychic all the same. Like she had an air of confidence and put-on grace, but it felt different from that of the pink-jacketed boy. His felt more natural to the psychic's eyes, in a sense, while this girl felt like someone on those makeup commercials that came on TV every so often here in Evig. Like she was trying harder  to look it than the boy was? Eh, it was an assumption and a guess at best though. 

Then there was another girl sitting on a nearby bench with darker hair, more like black hair really, wearing a beanie of some sort and seeming to be lost in her own thoughts as well for the time being. Nothing too dramatic about that, nothing much to think for a first impression beyond not seeming to be as local as some of the others in her manner of dress. 

Hmm. It did dawn on Clarissa that, really, it felt a bit awkward being here with a Pokemon already whereas most others did not already have one (as was apparently supposed to be the case from her current understanding). Even if the Professor had reassured her after their talk that she'd be 'ok', it was still a bit...ahem, making her stand out more than she'd hoped to. Though, strangely enough, she didn't seem to be the only one in a different way as it turned out.

Something about the child she was sitting closer to, and a rather enthusiastic-looking, slightly-tanned, black-haired and rather tall boy sitting elsewhere in the lobby seemed to be talking to yet another kid here, pinged on her mental psychic radar about now. Or rather, they felt familiar enough as presences to her powers enough so and checked out properly with her personal experiences being around very much psychic teachers, including a peculiar channeler of all things, when she was staying with her grandmother in the past and trying to get taught to understand/control her powers. It was enough of surprise, frankly, that the psychic girl's right eyebrow pulled up slightly for a moment as she avoided making proper eye contact with the boy for the moment being at the very least. Not that she was going to stare at the child or anyone else oddly either for that matter. Well, Clarissa felt she could confirm the boy was certainly a proper psychic in a basic sense at least if nothing else. 

But yes, from here it was natural for her eyes to pass over the boy the other psychic was talking to at least. Small ponytail, brown hair, pierced ears, and seemed to have some level of more natural-seeming confidence to her eyes in the way he held himself. Was just barely taller than her, if she had to take a guess, but seemed to be relaxed enough in his demeanor and manner that she didn't feel the same pressure she did from the girl who had plopped herself down right next to the small child. 

Yet lastly, for now, but not least was a younger-looking green-haired [s]protagonist-energy-wielding[/s] boy one one of the couches. Maybe he was around the age of the hoodie-wearing child, perhaps? Seemed likely, because those two were certainly also younger than herself or many of the others it seemed. Could feel the raw energy and excitement radiating off of him even from where she herself sat, really, that it almost felt like it wanted to rub off on her as well. But how couldn't someone be excited for something like this, really, especially someone a bit younger than herself in all of this? Then again the other younger child didn't seem to radiate the same sort of 'vibes' in a sense, so, well, she-

"Bun!"

[color=violet]"Hmm?"[/color]

Sir Lopsalot, doing his own looking about as his trainer was, had taken note of smaller child nearest to Clarissa herself. Noting perhaps some kind of familiarity to his own trainer, though, the brave little Pokemon had hopped down from Clarissa's shoulder and onto the floor. While not tying to prod the young one's personal space as much as the stylish girl sitting right next to her, though, the Buneary tried to get into the child's sight to see if they were ok. A little concern was written into his little face at first, even as he then proceeded to wave at the small child from his floor position and gave a cheery 'Bun' and a smile just to try to be friendly.

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