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~Ryley Grisdoe~

As Ryley was introducing himself to his new partner, he realized something. It needed a name. Well, it would probably be a good idea to know what gender it was first. He decided to take an educated guess in asking.

“Girl…?”

A small nod from the chikorita brought a flood of relief to Ryley. One awkward situation successfully avoided. Now then, on to naming.

“I assume you’d like a name to go by”. A nod in response before he continued. “So, I’ll take a shot in the dark for names, and you tell me what you think, if that’s okay with you”. Another nod. Time to let the games begin

“Leaf”

Nope.

“How about Tulip?”

Still nope.

“Rose? Daisy”
Nope, and nope.

“Mulch”

DEFINITELY NOPE.

“Would Fern work?”

A simple nod ended the back and forth.

As Ryley and Fern were deciding a name, the next two people in line choose their starters. For little miss scion, a nidoran M. For the younger looking teen, an eevee. Done talking, Ryley thought about their choices.

Of course the purple haired fashion heavy girl would choose a pokemon to match her hair. He hoped she wouldn’t treat the little guy like a pet.

As for the boy’s decision, it was a whole other story. Eevee is a very special pokemon, what with it’s multiple evolution possibilities. Ryley couldn’t tell what the boy was thinking based on his decision. However, when he feed the eevee a pokeblock, Ryley decided he was a nice guy. In fact, it would be nice to talk to him. He motioned Fern to follow.

Ryley was beaten to the punch by the confident boy. Waiting for a break in the conversation wasn’t too bad though, so Ryley settled for that. The confident boy introduced himself as Blake (and his swinub as Swinub), and asked if the smaller boy could share a pokeblock. There! A break in the conversation! Ryley stepped forward and joined in the conversation.

“Smart thinking, bringing pokeblocks. I probably should have too. Yay hindsight…” Ryley shook his head before continuing. “Oh! Probably should introduce myself. I’m Ryley, and this is my new partner, Fern. Nice to meet you!”
Well, I can finally write once again. I'll get a post up soon.
@Noklu, you sure do like them grass-type starters, huh?


I was going to choose abra actually, but inspiration struck me at the last minute.
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lol don't you two like Easter? Where I come from, we have a big family gathering and we roast whole lambs on the spit and eat. It's a blast really and the only time i get to see my whole family ( which is a lot of people i tell you )


I like Easter, it's just the prep that annoys me. The cleaning, the cooking, the stress, the frustration, etc. It is nice to finally get together with family over a good meal though.
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Yeah, I would but I gotta go now.

Off to my grandparents for some...really annoying easter thing.

if I'm not totally drained, I'll post once I'm back.


I'm doing the annoying easter thing as well, and I'm the hosting party...

I feel your pain Rune.

Whelp. 3 gone in less than 3 minutes. I should get some shut eye myself. Night!
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Oh, of course she can!

But after he gets let out of the chokehold... well, the next time he's alone...



Joking, joking~

Melody's not quite THAT psycho.


O.O

Note to self. Pissing off crazy people results in crazy responses.
Wow~

Ryley really does NOT like Melody~! Hahahahhahaa.

He has some pretty decent instincts, that boy.


He just tagged her as being a possible psychopath. Nothing too severe...

:P
Whelp. One headache later, I can finally say I've posted.
~Ryley Grisdoe~

The door to the lab swung open as a young teenaged boy, presumably Elm’s assistant, greeted the soon-to-be trainers before inviting them inside. Ryley let some people enter before sliding in himself. Seats were then offered, and a seat Ryley took. As he waited for the professor to arrive, he looked around at the people he’d be journeying with. It was a widely diverse group, to say the least.

First off, there was a younger girl dressed in a verdant outfit. She seemed to be a bit… shy? That probably wasn’t the best description. Though she did seem to be nervous for some reason. Hopefully it was an “of the moment” type of thing.

Next, there was a young guy who seemed to live in this town of New Bark. To put it gently, it felt as though his head was in the clouds. To put it bluntly, he was an airhead. He probably had good intentions, but his sudden laughing made Ryley feel a bit uneasy.

Third, there was this stuck-up chick who was in a hurry for some reason. She… she did know she shouldn’t go by herself, didn’t she? Ryley thought about talking to her about this, but then again, it’s hard to change someone’s perspective when the world revolves around them. He settled with the thought that she’d find out eventually.

Ryley nearly missed the girl behind the stuck-up one. Something didn’t feel right about her. She was being really friendly, but her fixation on miss prima donna was a bit… creepy. He felt it would be wise to avoid her in most situations.

Then there was a smaller boy with a bit of grump in his face. He seemed to relax a bit as the wait continued though. He avoided the cluster of people, probably preferring a bit of calm. He seemed nice enough, but it would probably be wise to avoid conflict with him.

Lastly, there was an outgoing type of guy who felt full of confidence. Maybe a bit too much, in Ryley’s opinion, but he shouldn’t judge. In any case, he felt like one of the most ‘normal’ people in the room.

Ryley’s head whirred with inferences based off his observations. It was an… interesting group of people, for lack of a better term. He wondered how they would fare on their journeys.

Before he travel on his train of thought any further, Professor Elm entered, and proceeded to introduce himself, apologizing for the delay in the process. He mention one person not being here yet, which made Ryley curious as to who the eighth person could be like. Elm then led them all to the back of the lab and the array of pokeballs.

A line formed quickly at the suggestion from Elm, as everyone waited to choose their partner pokemon. Ryley managed to get the fifth spot luckily. Not as lucky as he could have been, but he was content on not being last.

The first person to choose was the confident boy. Needless to say, he strode confidently to the pokeballs, and chose a swinub almost immediately. Interesting choice. Not Ryley’s first pick, but hey, if the guy likey, don’t question it.

The next in line was the nervous girl. She took her time, looking confused as she glanced from one pokeball to the next. She ended up letting luck decide. Well, more like a rhyme. Either way, ended picking a houndour. She suddenly called it adorable and gave it a bear hug. The dog was quite surprised by this, and gave a small yelp and bite in response. Well, that’s one way to make first impressions.

Two ahead of Ryley was Admiral Airhead. He didn’t even realize it was his turn, until something made him realize he was holding up everyone else. He proceeded to stare at the phanpy’s pokeball while Ryley wondered if the guy had brain damage. When he finally chose and released the small elephant pokemon, he suddenly started crying. Yep. Definitely brain damage.

Lastly, the odd, disturbing, and creepy girl walked up and briefly scanned the choices before choosing a mareep. Exclamation of her choice included. Ryley tried to find a symbolic link between his assumptions of her and her choice of a starter, but failed. He just didn’t get that girl. Anyways...

“I guess it’s my turn now.”

Ryley strode to the table and looked down the line of starters. He briefly paused after a glance at each pokeball, giving each one thought. In the end, however, one pokemon spoke to him the greatest. He reached out towards the pokeball in question, stepped aside for the next person, and released the beast inside.

Beast might not have been the best description. The chikorita, now free of the pokeball, looked around the lab before settling it’s gaze upon Ryley. It then proceeded to direct a smile at him. With all his plans for introductions out the window, Ryley smiled back and picked up the small grass type, bringing it to eye level.

“So, I guess we’re going to going to be partners from now on. Glad to meet you!”

A bigger smile and nod responded.
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