Habitat A
@Savo@Renose
Well, it looked like a lab. That was about the only thought Risette really had about the labs interior. Nothing surprising or particularly interesting. Even the Habitat they were led too was about what she expected really, though it was certainly impressive. She kept mostly to herself, peering at the other trainers occasionally from over the rim of her sunglasses quietly assessing them. Nobody particularly interesting still, really, though as the professor finished her speech the kid that looked scared out of his mind decided now was a good time to speak up.
About the cup he bought with him.
Risette raised an eyebrow, a light scoff coming from her as he stumbled over his words. Scared and shy, eh? She wasn't intending to do or say anything. The kid obviously had something wrong with him, but she wasn't really feeling like being in some kind of babysitting mood. He'd have to sink or swim, and she was completely fine to let him be...but some purple haired bully decided that he wanted to interject.
Lucky him Scarlett wasn't here.
"And what about you, you morose looking Skuntank? Couldn't leave that toxic attitude of yours at the table? Or has nobody ever told you that you're personality is worse than a muks' smell?" Risette walked over to the pair, but before she could say anything else, a certain professor loudly cleared her throat, glaring at the trio lightly.
"Any fighting, and you all will be kicked out and fired."
"...you heard her, get lost purple. I ain't afraid of getting fired if you wanna have a go at it. Not that you look like you'd be much of a fight." Whatever rebuff he'd have for her, Risette didn't care nor was listening. She'd merely cast a glance to Ryuuichi, peering at him from over the rim of her sunglasses as Yuu would head off, before she'd give him a gentle pat on the head, turn, and leave. "...stand up for yourself more, kid."
"Ryuuichi, right?" Camphor would approach quietly. "I'll take the glass. Do you need help navigating?" The professor would ask, studying the boy quietly. "I'd recommend searching somewhere quiet and away from people for your particular pokemon - the forest, specifically."
And thus, Risette would leave, too heading out into the habitat. She knew what she was looking for, and she knew just where abouts to find it. So she'd trek along the shores of the artificial island, taking note of a few sea dwelling pokemon splashing about in the pool as she'd reach the beach. Her pokemon would either be somewhere with a lot of sand - a beach potentially - or more likely a desert or rocky area, and as expected, after a few minutes of walking about the shore, there was no sign of a little crocodile pokemon so Risette headed inland, following the river, crossing with a little hop and soon finding herself at a small passage between two rocks leading into the more rocky, arid area of the habitat.
And standing between the passage, was exactly what she was looking for.
"Dile."
"Ah."
The sandile was standing firm in the middle of the passage, glaring at anyone that had walked by and snapping its jaws a bit aggressively.
"Hmm..." Risette didn't say anything. She didn't have to say anything. Partners, of course, could understand each other without needing words. "...heh, alright little guy, I get it. There's a toll, huh?" Risette would reach into her jacket, pulling out a spare set of sunglasses. The Sandile would lock eyes with the eyewear, tail flicking back and forth eagerly. "Hey, hey, good taste, but I can't just give these to anyone. Only the coolest can wear these."
"Dile!" The sandile noded, as if saying he was indeed, the coolest.
"I dunno. You look awfully shrimpy." Risette would kneel in front of the pokemon, smiling in a slightly teasing manner. "Look, you're so tiny. I could pick you up and yeet you halfway across the habitat."
"Diiiiile!" The pokemon dug its claws into the hard earth, stamping a little claw, refuting such a statement.
"Hm...hm...alright. Alright. I can see it, your eagerness and blazing spirit ahaha!" Risette grinned, and proceeded to place the sunglasses on the sandiles snout. "Welcome to the team, little guy! And you're named Dusty from here on out, yeah?" She'd reach for the pokeball the professor had given her, pressing it to the sandiles snout.
"...whew." Risette smiled, holding the pokeball in her palm. "Ahaha...here we go then. First step done...just you wait dad, I'll be kicking your ass and proving you wrong soon - bweh?"
"Diiiile!"
"...why are you up there?" Suddenly Dusty was now sitting on her head, tail draped over the back of her head, little claws holding into her hair.
"San."
"...ahahah, fine, fine, you're right we look super cool like this."
@Savo@Renose
Well, it looked like a lab. That was about the only thought Risette really had about the labs interior. Nothing surprising or particularly interesting. Even the Habitat they were led too was about what she expected really, though it was certainly impressive. She kept mostly to herself, peering at the other trainers occasionally from over the rim of her sunglasses quietly assessing them. Nobody particularly interesting still, really, though as the professor finished her speech the kid that looked scared out of his mind decided now was a good time to speak up.
About the cup he bought with him.
Risette raised an eyebrow, a light scoff coming from her as he stumbled over his words. Scared and shy, eh? She wasn't intending to do or say anything. The kid obviously had something wrong with him, but she wasn't really feeling like being in some kind of babysitting mood. He'd have to sink or swim, and she was completely fine to let him be...but some purple haired bully decided that he wanted to interject.
Lucky him Scarlett wasn't here.
"And what about you, you morose looking Skuntank? Couldn't leave that toxic attitude of yours at the table? Or has nobody ever told you that you're personality is worse than a muks' smell?" Risette walked over to the pair, but before she could say anything else, a certain professor loudly cleared her throat, glaring at the trio lightly.
"Any fighting, and you all will be kicked out and fired."
"...you heard her, get lost purple. I ain't afraid of getting fired if you wanna have a go at it. Not that you look like you'd be much of a fight." Whatever rebuff he'd have for her, Risette didn't care nor was listening. She'd merely cast a glance to Ryuuichi, peering at him from over the rim of her sunglasses as Yuu would head off, before she'd give him a gentle pat on the head, turn, and leave. "...stand up for yourself more, kid."
"Ryuuichi, right?" Camphor would approach quietly. "I'll take the glass. Do you need help navigating?" The professor would ask, studying the boy quietly. "I'd recommend searching somewhere quiet and away from people for your particular pokemon - the forest, specifically."
And thus, Risette would leave, too heading out into the habitat. She knew what she was looking for, and she knew just where abouts to find it. So she'd trek along the shores of the artificial island, taking note of a few sea dwelling pokemon splashing about in the pool as she'd reach the beach. Her pokemon would either be somewhere with a lot of sand - a beach potentially - or more likely a desert or rocky area, and as expected, after a few minutes of walking about the shore, there was no sign of a little crocodile pokemon so Risette headed inland, following the river, crossing with a little hop and soon finding herself at a small passage between two rocks leading into the more rocky, arid area of the habitat.
And standing between the passage, was exactly what she was looking for.
"Dile."
"Ah."
The sandile was standing firm in the middle of the passage, glaring at anyone that had walked by and snapping its jaws a bit aggressively.
"Hmm..." Risette didn't say anything. She didn't have to say anything. Partners, of course, could understand each other without needing words. "...heh, alright little guy, I get it. There's a toll, huh?" Risette would reach into her jacket, pulling out a spare set of sunglasses. The Sandile would lock eyes with the eyewear, tail flicking back and forth eagerly. "Hey, hey, good taste, but I can't just give these to anyone. Only the coolest can wear these."
"Dile!" The sandile noded, as if saying he was indeed, the coolest.
"I dunno. You look awfully shrimpy." Risette would kneel in front of the pokemon, smiling in a slightly teasing manner. "Look, you're so tiny. I could pick you up and yeet you halfway across the habitat."
"Diiiiile!" The pokemon dug its claws into the hard earth, stamping a little claw, refuting such a statement.
"Hm...hm...alright. Alright. I can see it, your eagerness and blazing spirit ahaha!" Risette grinned, and proceeded to place the sunglasses on the sandiles snout. "Welcome to the team, little guy! And you're named Dusty from here on out, yeah?" She'd reach for the pokeball the professor had given her, pressing it to the sandiles snout.
"...whew." Risette smiled, holding the pokeball in her palm. "Ahaha...here we go then. First step done...just you wait dad, I'll be kicking your ass and proving you wrong soon - bweh?"
"Diiiile!"
"...why are you up there?" Suddenly Dusty was now sitting on her head, tail draped over the back of her head, little claws holding into her hair.
"San."
"...ahahah, fine, fine, you're right we look super cool like this."


