At his suggestion, Professor Michael approached, handing Rudy a Pokéball, explaining a bit about how it worked. As the Professor turned to the Pokémon, questioning about how well he might handle himself, Mime Jr only smiled innocently. Ready to try and capture the Mime Jr, he crouched down, but was momentarily distracted by Elizabeth and her ghostly cohort. Mime Jr seemed to notice too, looking on warily. He was further distracted when Velis and Jason unleashed their small horde of Pokémon, making a bit of ruckus. He did take a moment to observe their respective teams, before going back to his own thing.
Regaining his focus, Rudy stooped down, getting closer to the Mime Jr, who likewise turned its gaze back to Rudy. Raising his Pokéball, he knew he needed to throw it, but felt like that was...excessive. Instead, he began to lower it, pressing the Pokémon’s head just as Professor Michael’s pocket began to buzz. At the distraction, Rudy looked up, but his Pokéball continued to descend, bopping Mime Jr in the nose. The Pokéball burst open, causing Rudy to lose his grip as Mime Jr. was enveloped in a red flash. The Pokéball closed around it, and dropped to the ground, beginning to wiggle.
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'A little while' I said, before going to hang with a friend for 12 hours.
I'll post tomorrow! Glad there was no hold up, but still, just saiyan.
I'll post tomorrow! Glad there was no hold up, but still, just saiyan.
Alright, I'll post when able, but it might be a little while.
Yeah, I can see Rudy and Elizabeth getting along! I figured that they might anyway because they're the youngest in the group.
Mission accomplished. B)
I'm pretty sure 90% of the reason I chose Mime Jr is because it's adorable.
That was a fun post to write though! I'd have waited for Chev to get a word in, but on the other hand, I figured it would be better to get that out of the way so we can move on and everyone can get some posts in.
I'm pretty sure 90% of the reason I chose Mime Jr is because it's adorable.
That was a fun post to write though! I'd have waited for Chev to get a word in, but on the other hand, I figured it would be better to get that out of the way so we can move on and everyone can get some posts in.
Slipping his hands into the pockets of his black shorts, Rudy nodded, taking a breath as he prepared himself to enter, when they were briefly interrupted by another arrival. He couldn’t help but gawk for a moment at her lavish appearance, her clothes implying her importance. He also realized that she seemed to be roughly the same age as he was. As she gave her introductions to the group, her name sparked recognition in Rudy’s head. He recalled seeing her before, though only briefly, in Gateon Port, where he lived. He’d heard the name ‘Blake’ several times before, generally in regards to the influence the family had in Orre. Suddenly, Rudy felt a bit flustered.
Trying to push it past him, he went along as Professor Michael went into the Daycare, keeping a bit of distance. The Professor’s words put him at ease a little, but being watched by the other tour goers certainly didn’t help any. Taking a breath and puffing out his chest, he headed in, watching his feet carefully, so as to not step on any untended paws or tails. He flinched as one of the Poochyena approached him curiously, turning away and ignoring it. Looking around the area, he tried to think: was one just going to come and choose him, or was he supposed to choose himself? And if he chose on his own, what did he want? His father typically trained water types... Going on that, he looked around, spotting a Panpour balancing on a toy ball. Approaching, he looked at the monkey Pokémon, which stared with cheery eyes. It began to move, as if running for Rudy, making the boy tense for a moment, but as it was on a toy ball, his foot made the ball roll away, increasing the distance between the two. Taking that as a negative sign, Rudy turned away as the Panpour and his ball struck another object on the ground, bounding into a heap with an innocent Ledyba.
As he walked deeper into the Daycare, approaching one of the breeders, with long blonde hair and a green apron as she tended to a bug eyed Paras, its mouth moving slightly. Smiling at Rudy, the woman asked, “Can I help you?”
Crouching down in front of her, Rudy looked over the orange Pokémon, asking, “What’s this one?”
The breeder answered, “This is a Paras! The mushrooms on its back grow alongside it through its life, and release spores which help it in battle.”
Looking closer, Rudy asked, “What kind of spores?”
As if on cue, the Paras’ mushrooms began to shake as the breeder answered, “Well this one’s too inexperienced to consis...consis...con-” As she spoke, her speech wavered as she inhaled some of the spores, her nose twitching. Taking in one deep breath, she let out a loud sneeze. The violent motion spooked the Paras, making its bug eyes widen as it jumped at Rudy, who let out an emasculating squeal of surprise, falling backwards onto his rear. The breeder apologized, collecting the Paras and calming it as Rudy stood back up brushing himself off, embarrassed. He was lucky the Pokémon didn’t hurt him, but he still wasn’t exactly in the mood to train a Paras now. He seemed to have a natural incompatibility for Pokémon, and that thought certainly didn’t help his morale. Making sure that his embarrassed expression wasn’t visible, he tried to keep focused, though was already considering Michael’s offer to wait until later.
Figuring he’d give it at least one more shot, he looked around, trying to find another Pokémon to check out. Spotting something, he approached, seeing one who seemed to be looking around as well. Approaching, it began to move towards him, suddenly intent on something. The two looked around, Rudy trying to spot what the pink and purple Pokémon was so curious about, not noticing as its own gaze scattered. Stopping in front of the Mime Jr, he looked down at it, watching as it stared at the ground. Simultaneously, they began to crouch down, each focused on what was in front of him. Curious as to what the Mime Jr had noticed, Rudy lowered himself even more, until his head was on the level of the Pokémon, his eyes seeing nothing in particular in between the two. Turning his focus to the Pokémon, they met eyes, both of their expressions focused. After a moment, Rudy realized something: this was the closest he’d been to a Pokémon intentionally in perhaps years.
Suddenly a bit conscious, Rudy stood a bit straighter, backing up, the Mime Jr mimicking his movements. It continued to follow him, even as he brought a hand to his chin contemplatively, beginning to pace around, the two circling each other. It became something of a game, with Rudy beginning to wonder how far it could go with its mimicry. It copied gestures well enough, but Rudy realized and advantage he had: taking his fingers, he interlocked them and twiddled his thumbs. Mime Jr clapped its hands together, but quickly discovered that it had no fingers on its pale purple hands with which to twiddle. It widened its eyes in shock, before sinking to the ground on its hands and knees in despair.
Suddenly feeling a bit of pity for the thing, Rudy approached, insisting reassuringly, “Ah, it’s okay, it’s okay.” Crouching down, he reached a hand out to help it up. The Pokémon looked up at him, taking the hand with its own, much smaller one, before smiling at Rudy widely. Rudy couldn’t help but to mimic it, giving a matching one of his own.
Rudy stood, the Mime Jr falling in file behind him, as if able to read Rudy’s feelings. As the boy looked back to the others, he suddenly became a bit self-conscious about the little scene he’d just had. Flushing red, he pointed down at the Mime Jr, asking, “C-can I have this one?”
Trying to push it past him, he went along as Professor Michael went into the Daycare, keeping a bit of distance. The Professor’s words put him at ease a little, but being watched by the other tour goers certainly didn’t help any. Taking a breath and puffing out his chest, he headed in, watching his feet carefully, so as to not step on any untended paws or tails. He flinched as one of the Poochyena approached him curiously, turning away and ignoring it. Looking around the area, he tried to think: was one just going to come and choose him, or was he supposed to choose himself? And if he chose on his own, what did he want? His father typically trained water types... Going on that, he looked around, spotting a Panpour balancing on a toy ball. Approaching, he looked at the monkey Pokémon, which stared with cheery eyes. It began to move, as if running for Rudy, making the boy tense for a moment, but as it was on a toy ball, his foot made the ball roll away, increasing the distance between the two. Taking that as a negative sign, Rudy turned away as the Panpour and his ball struck another object on the ground, bounding into a heap with an innocent Ledyba.
As he walked deeper into the Daycare, approaching one of the breeders, with long blonde hair and a green apron as she tended to a bug eyed Paras, its mouth moving slightly. Smiling at Rudy, the woman asked, “Can I help you?”
Crouching down in front of her, Rudy looked over the orange Pokémon, asking, “What’s this one?”
The breeder answered, “This is a Paras! The mushrooms on its back grow alongside it through its life, and release spores which help it in battle.”
Looking closer, Rudy asked, “What kind of spores?”
As if on cue, the Paras’ mushrooms began to shake as the breeder answered, “Well this one’s too inexperienced to consis...consis...con-” As she spoke, her speech wavered as she inhaled some of the spores, her nose twitching. Taking in one deep breath, she let out a loud sneeze. The violent motion spooked the Paras, making its bug eyes widen as it jumped at Rudy, who let out an emasculating squeal of surprise, falling backwards onto his rear. The breeder apologized, collecting the Paras and calming it as Rudy stood back up brushing himself off, embarrassed. He was lucky the Pokémon didn’t hurt him, but he still wasn’t exactly in the mood to train a Paras now. He seemed to have a natural incompatibility for Pokémon, and that thought certainly didn’t help his morale. Making sure that his embarrassed expression wasn’t visible, he tried to keep focused, though was already considering Michael’s offer to wait until later.
Figuring he’d give it at least one more shot, he looked around, trying to find another Pokémon to check out. Spotting something, he approached, seeing one who seemed to be looking around as well. Approaching, it began to move towards him, suddenly intent on something. The two looked around, Rudy trying to spot what the pink and purple Pokémon was so curious about, not noticing as its own gaze scattered. Stopping in front of the Mime Jr, he looked down at it, watching as it stared at the ground. Simultaneously, they began to crouch down, each focused on what was in front of him. Curious as to what the Mime Jr had noticed, Rudy lowered himself even more, until his head was on the level of the Pokémon, his eyes seeing nothing in particular in between the two. Turning his focus to the Pokémon, they met eyes, both of their expressions focused. After a moment, Rudy realized something: this was the closest he’d been to a Pokémon intentionally in perhaps years.
Suddenly a bit conscious, Rudy stood a bit straighter, backing up, the Mime Jr mimicking his movements. It continued to follow him, even as he brought a hand to his chin contemplatively, beginning to pace around, the two circling each other. It became something of a game, with Rudy beginning to wonder how far it could go with its mimicry. It copied gestures well enough, but Rudy realized and advantage he had: taking his fingers, he interlocked them and twiddled his thumbs. Mime Jr clapped its hands together, but quickly discovered that it had no fingers on its pale purple hands with which to twiddle. It widened its eyes in shock, before sinking to the ground on its hands and knees in despair.
Suddenly feeling a bit of pity for the thing, Rudy approached, insisting reassuringly, “Ah, it’s okay, it’s okay.” Crouching down, he reached a hand out to help it up. The Pokémon looked up at him, taking the hand with its own, much smaller one, before smiling at Rudy widely. Rudy couldn’t help but to mimic it, giving a matching one of his own.
Rudy stood, the Mime Jr falling in file behind him, as if able to read Rudy’s feelings. As the boy looked back to the others, he suddenly became a bit self-conscious about the little scene he’d just had. Flushing red, he pointed down at the Mime Jr, asking, “C-can I have this one?”
As the other’s talked about their Pokémon partners, Rudy listened, the names only bringing him a little recognition. It wasn’t too unusual, right? There were so many Pokémon, how were you supposed to remember them all? However, as Professor Michael noticed Rudy’s lack of Pokémon, he offered to give him one of the ones in the Daycare. Contemplating the offer, Rudy looked from the Professor to the daycare window, considering things. The last time he was given a Pokémon, it was a nearly wild, rowdy Carvanha that tried to take a chunk out of him (seriously, what was his dad thinking?) But, thinking logically, these little baby Pokémon couldn’t be that dangerous, so there was no reason to be skittish around them. In fact, this Lab studied human and Pokémon relationships. Maybe it would be worth it to give it a shot? His parents wouldn’t mind, as it had been a while since he’d even showed any interest in getting a Pokémon. That and Rudy didn’t like to stand out.
As he thought, Jason loudly pointed out that Rudy had no Pokémon despite that he was certainly old enough, though supporting the idea himself. His eye twitching for a moment at the annoyance, Rudy muttered to himself, “It isn’t that weird...” Taking a breath, he looked back to Professor Michael, before nodding, saying, “O-okay, I’ll take one.” Realizing he was being a little rude, he bowed his head lighting, adding, “Thank you for the opportunity.”
As he thought, Jason loudly pointed out that Rudy had no Pokémon despite that he was certainly old enough, though supporting the idea himself. His eye twitching for a moment at the annoyance, Rudy muttered to himself, “It isn’t that weird...” Taking a breath, he looked back to Professor Michael, before nodding, saying, “O-okay, I’ll take one.” Realizing he was being a little rude, he bowed his head lighting, adding, “Thank you for the opportunity.”
After the Professor answered yet another question of Velis’, he finally continued with the tour, taking them deeper into the lab. At the mention of there being a number of Pokémon about, Rudy was put on guard. However, he managed to relax a bit when the group was brought to the Daycare. Not only were they on the other side of a wide window, they were all small, young Pokémon of their species. Even if for just a moment, he managed a smile, his mood put at ease.
As Desmond began to talk about his own Pokémon partners, Rudy couldn’t help but notice that both Jason and Velis both had Pokéballs on their respective persons. Rudy didn’t feel envious, but he was still the odd one out. Scratching the side of his face awkwardly, he mumbled, “Er, I don’t...”
As Desmond began to talk about his own Pokémon partners, Rudy couldn’t help but notice that both Jason and Velis both had Pokéballs on their respective persons. Rudy didn’t feel envious, but he was still the odd one out. Scratching the side of his face awkwardly, he mumbled, “Er, I don’t...”
At Rudy’s question, Professor Michael explained thoughtfully and clearly. Rudy had a brief feeling of admiration: he was truly knowledgeable in his field. The description of Shadow Pokémon chilled him, however: not only did they sound terrifying and dangerous, but it lined up eerily with the reason he came here: the Crawdaunt his father had recently received. The fact that people couldn’t see Shadow Auras was bothering him though.
As he finished, the girl, Velis, asked yet another question, which Rudy was also quite curious about, though he hadn’t thought about it until she’d said something. Professor Michael answered, explaining about a girl who’d aided in the crisis, who had possibly been in possession of some strange ability. Rudy felt a bit nervous, his blood chilling: was he some kind of...weirdo? Desmond seemed skeptical about the subject and speculation, leading Rudy to wonder about himself as well. He’d have to ask the Professor.
Jason asked yet another question, about the possibility of others like the girl. Heart leaping into his throat, he couldn’t help but gag on his spit. After choking for a moment, he recovered, before pointing out, a bit of nervous sweat visible on his forehead, “Er, this Shadow Pokémon stuff is kinda interesting, but what about the rest of the lab?” Wiping his brow with his sleeve, he hoped that they could get on with the tour. He wanted to speak with the Professor, certainly, but he’d have preferred a bit more privacy.
As he finished, the girl, Velis, asked yet another question, which Rudy was also quite curious about, though he hadn’t thought about it until she’d said something. Professor Michael answered, explaining about a girl who’d aided in the crisis, who had possibly been in possession of some strange ability. Rudy felt a bit nervous, his blood chilling: was he some kind of...weirdo? Desmond seemed skeptical about the subject and speculation, leading Rudy to wonder about himself as well. He’d have to ask the Professor.
Jason asked yet another question, about the possibility of others like the girl. Heart leaping into his throat, he couldn’t help but gag on his spit. After choking for a moment, he recovered, before pointing out, a bit of nervous sweat visible on his forehead, “Er, this Shadow Pokémon stuff is kinda interesting, but what about the rest of the lab?” Wiping his brow with his sleeve, he hoped that they could get on with the tour. He wanted to speak with the Professor, certainly, but he’d have preferred a bit more privacy.
I could post, but I think I'll wait and do it tomorrow evening after work to give Dawn a chance to have Jason say something.
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