[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 Child]Her smile growing bigger, it seemed, the younger child nodded before proceeding to give the Buneary the aforementioned scritches, being sure to be gentle so that she didn't accidently hurt the creature that had come over to comfort her. Amelia couldn't help but giggle as she did so, hoping that her own partner would be as friendly as the Buneary. A few seconds later, she jumped to her feet, looking a bit panicky again.[/quote]

Sir Lopsalot, for his part, would lean into the scritches provided all the same. A look of happiness was on the Buneary's little face as his left foot began to lightly 'tap tap tap' on the floor, the gentle touch of the child a welcome and almost familiar one in some sense to the little Pokemon. Yet the moments of satisfaction, the sound of a happy little girl's giggle, and the good vibes of the moment would soon fade as the child seemed to jump up to her feet in a panicky manner again. A little jarring on the Buneary's part, but enough to get him to lightly cock his head with a mildly worried look again at her before glancing up at his trainer once more. 

Clarissa, in turn, felt a small jolt of surprise as the child popped up again with a bit of more than obvious panicky-ness once more. Even so, she would stand back up again herself withouit any fanfare or panic herself. Her expression for the most part was back to normal now, prior moments of joy aside, though she'd catch her Pokemon's eye and give him a tiny nod. In response, the Buneary would seem to lightly sigh, and would hop back up on his trainer's right shoulder in turn. 

[quote=Amelia][color=violet]"O-oh, I almost forgot! I never introduced myself."[/color] She said, still sounding nervous but not as badly as before. She gave the older girl a slight bow before continuing. [color=violet]"My name is Amelia Averyonna and I'm from Florasong Town. It's a pleasure to meet you and your Buneary, Miss."[/color][/quote]

A rather polite little girl indeed, it seemed, but she had to herself return the gesture in kind as well of course. Even so, the nerbous energy coming off of the girl was certainly something she could pick up with more than just her two eyes and ears as well. Hmm. It...made her worry a little, but that aside they were being formal at this time, yes? 

[color=violet]"A pleasure to meet you as well, Amelia. This is Sir Lopsalot, and I'm Clarissa Ryte. My family lives here in Grand Glory City, though just over a year ago we used to live in-"[/color] 

The psychic wouldn't get to finish her statement before things began to accelerate forward, though, beginning with the arrival of Director Beck. Formal yet casual, an air of warmth about her, and the like. A proper professional indeed, at least as far as Clarissa understood. Well, so it seemed until they made it back into lab and-

[quote=He Wishes, Maybe, IDK, But Srsly Please Don't Die You Likely-Coffee-Addicted Man]"Professor Kapoc? Hello?" The group of hopefuls continued to be led by the lab until they found a man with disheveled, long black hair pulled back into a pony tail slumped over his desk face first with a mug on its sides spilling the dark contents onto the white surface of the desk. They could tell it was the professor because he wore a long white jacket like every professor.

"Oh my god did he finally work himself to death?" The director walked over to the professor and shook him by the shoulder gently. "Professor Kapoc..." In response, the professor snored loudly. The ginger frowned, her brow furrowed in frustration as she shook him hard. "Cedric the trainers are here!"[/quote]

-...and Professor Kapoc was just as she remembered him, outright so. Her father had last messaged her mother about the long 'working hours' in the lab as of late, but it seemed things were rather bad if the last time he'd slept was the [b]prior Tuesday[/b] of all things. Combined with the nagging tone of the Director feeling more like she seen an 'old friend' lecture another, the arrival of the actual [u]region Champion[/u] in such a laissez-faire manner, and the way these three seemed to go about things it was more than a little clear that they knew each other well. And that the current Professor perhaps had maybe a few more stories of the past underneath the resting grump-face he hheld than he would want to remember, but that was besides the point. Meanwhile, a somewhat enterprising Sir Lopsalot would certainly help himself to a doughnut, as well as bring his trainer one (and Amelia if she accepted one as well) to boot.   

As they were led along further by the Professor, however, Clarissa felt a certain small sense of familiarity ping in her mind. Her father had noted there were reasons for the size of the building, after all, and as the glass doors to the terrarium opened the psychic raised an eyebrow. All sorts of artificial environments to maintain, and on this scale? What kind of Pokemon were they keeping here or studying around these parts to have such a grand area to work with? Either way, the others would head up to the metal table before them to pick up their partner Pokemon while she and the others...stood there? 

*munch*

"Bun!"

*munch munch*

Correction, stood there while she and Sir Lopsalot began to eat their respective doughnuts (she had managed to get a simpler chocolate glazed one) and watched further hijiinks ensue before their very eyes. She watched the fashionable girl who had placed herself next to Amelia in the waiting room turn a total one-eighty from composed and spin around with an adorably tiny little bug-like Pokemon of inconspicuous size while squeeing loudly. Understandable. She likewise watched-

[quote=Not Steph-ing On Any Toes Here, Hopefully]"G'day, nymes Steph, plezshah t' mayt ya."[/quote]

No, she didn't watch in the end. This was because her free hand was grabbed and shaken, the redhead she'd seen earlier in the lobby speaking in some kind of [s]mind-maddening tongue of lovecraftian nightmares[/s] peculiar accent all the same. It was odd, done rapidly, and yet somehow...she could make it out? It didn't take a mind reader, and she'd been exposed to odd accents before all the way back at Gateon Port on and off for some years. Etc. But to be glad for it and finding that experience useful? Well this was certianly the day for it. 

[color=violet]"Names Clarissa, its a pleasure to meet you as well."[/color]

Of course no sooner did the words escape her lips after swallowing her latest doughnut bite in a hurry than Clarissa saw Steph zoom off to literally everyone else she seemed able to interrupt with a jarring, even if seemingly genuine, greeting or introduction of some kind. From here she proceeded to hold up the little, and also adorable, candle Pokemon above her head in a manner that almost seemed to beg for some kind of piece-defining music to be played for it. Or, well [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=69AyYUJUBTg]maybe a cheeky little jingle[/url] instead, hmm? Either way, the psychic's eyes would move onto the others in turn from there. 

[quote=Evelyn's Got Some Competition Here]"OH MY ARCEUS!!! HIIIIII—" she squeaked as she dove down trying to hug it before falling on the ground—geez... The Zorua looked on edge before dashing away "NOOOOO DON'T LEAVE MEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!"[/quote]

That...was certianly something, as was another boy getting a peculiarly-colored little psychic type according to her own senses, and a girl getting a peculiarly-colored little dinosaur Pokemon to boot. Hmm? The boy was right, weren't such things supposed to be actually 'rare'? She'd read that up before and had her father explain it years ago, but even so had the Professor and co gone rather out of the way for some of these? The well-dressed boy in turn seemed to grimace at the prospect of a bug-type Pokemon, then, though his Pokemon seemed to pay it no mind and perched lovingly on his shoulder all the same. It was a bit heartwarming in her eyes, even if a tiny bit, before yet another girl who had in this case acquired an Eevee (that one she very much recognized, finally, herseslf) called out to them all for a potential group picture of the starting trainers and co. 

Giving a small mental shrug to herself after a moment of thought and finishign her doughnut finally, or perhaps moreso having a moment of hesitation at the public photo op she hadn't expected, the psychic would walk over to join the photo taking if the others did so as well. She didn't want to be the only one-...aaaand one of the boxes of doughnuts was gone and now seemingly discarded to the side empty by another boy. Further, the girl who sat to Amelia prior and squeed loudly looked like she was turned to stone, all while her little new Pokemon having a seeming blast trying to [s]get serious zoomies[/s] run about its new trainer and trying to climb up her legs on occasion. At least beyond this nothing el-

[quote=Cue The Yakety Sax Track Being Played At This Rate]"Heya the-" The Pokémon immediately turned back around and ran away scared, squealing with its hands raised above its head. "W-Wait! Come back! I wanna be your friend!" Of course, Archie ran to follow the Pokémon who he will soon discover to be a Chespin. As of now, the Chespin's frightened cries and Archie's excited shouts could be heard as they ran across the pine forest zone of the terrarium.[/quote]

...Clarissa sighed as quietly as she could manage, before using her telekinesis to frankly lift the empty cast-aside doughnut box and crumple it up before dropping it into the nearest trashcan. At the same time, Sir Lopsalot, who had finished his own jelly-filled doughnut, would just lightly slap his tiny forehead with and lightly run a little paw down his own face in silent exasperation at the humans-spooking-their-Pokemon antics for his part. 

Their adventure, though, seemed to be about to begin in any case.  

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