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Draexzhan said
Okay, a few things.I did say if you really wanted a pokemon not on the list, you were welcome to PM me about it. I had actually been considering Eevee, so it didn't take much to convince me there.Now, about the post... Oak was traveling with Treize, a trainer-to-be at the Saro region. Lumen wouldn't have been able to not notice him. Also, Oak left to do some work of his own when the group departed from the dock, so he didn't go to the lab. Oak actually wasn't someone I planned to have in the rp, but I'm amending things to accommodate for him. 13sparx13 was the one who brought Oak in. If you want Lumen to affiliate with Oak at all, she'd probably affiliate with Treize too, so I'd PM 13sparx13 about this.


I'll edit my post accordingly :)
Lol I applaud that connection. We're medieval power rangers.
I needed a collab Draex.
It's okay, I spoke with Mr. GM on this one, but you're right :)
Oh, you mean when I said "Quak" as a nickname. Lol well technically a nickname is a shortened version of a person's name. So for me, it would be Jes, rather than Jess, as my name is Jesika. For Quaking Sand, you would remove the "ing" to have it spelt as "Quak" but it would still sound like "Quake", correct? haha
XD what? You don't like a quacking dragon? XD

Wait... Quaking is the correct word. Lol Quacking? did I actually type Quacking?
K I hope that was an okay catch up post. I didn't want to spend much time on catching up as focus more on staying caught up.
Lumen had been thinking about this day almost constantly in the weeks leading up to it. She was nervous, she was excited, she was scared, she was hopeful. She had almost decided to give up on the adventure all together when her mother started tearing up as she packed her final belongings, but her father had convinced her that a few tears meant nothing more than to display the love her mother had for her and how much she wanted to see her go far in life. Lumen's father had always been very supportive of whatever she had chosen to do in life, whereas her mother had always taken the stand of "My baby belongs here with me, where I know she's safe." And yet some how, here she was in Vermillion, looking up at a great vessel from the port. She took a deep breath and stepped up onto the loading ramp, presenting her pass and waving a fond farewell to her beloved charizard who would not be accompanying her this time.

~~~

Lumen kept to herself for most the trip, writing in her journal about her thoughts about the new land she sailed towards. When the notification of their arrival sounded, a pit of anxiety formed in Lumen's gut; it had been a long time since she had gone anywhere without her pokemon team, this would be an interesting experience, but a good one she hoped.

As the passengers made their way off the great vessel the black haired girl took note of potential fellow trainers, enjoying the variety she observed. The way some of them dressed made her giggle quietly, the diversity of the regions of the world showed in the behaviors and styles of those around her. The Willow League must be something special to have drawn in such a wide variety of people from all corners of the globe. As they made their way down the ramp, Lumen distanced herself from the group a bit. She didn't want any attention placed on her at this point in time, but rather wished to observe, there would be many impressive pokemon to be seen in this land, she could feel it. When they were met by a rather interesting scientist, she wondered if he was going to be okay. He seemed quite upset at the situation and his cheeks were turning all kinds of pink from being flustered. It was understandable, a group of diverse, young, wild trainers like this couldn't have been easy to face. But he handled it the best he could and led the group through the city into a wonderfully cramped pokemon labs with books of all kinds lining timeless shelves.

It was there that they met the Pokemon Professor Willow. He was handsome, to say the least, with a charming personality and blonde locks that seemed to flawlessly accent his personality and each movement he made. The group was presented with a pile of pokeballs, each containing their soon-to-be partners. After hearing what kinds of pokemon were in the white and red capsules, Lumen knew immediately which one she would choose. When it came to be her turn, the slender girl walked up to the table and selected a shining pokeball with a precious eevee in it.

"Yes, this must be some kind of fate, we couldn't be a more perfect pair little eevee." Upon release, she laid her eyes on a beautiful female eevee, with shining brown eyes and a well groomed coat. It's size was average, its build was slender but muscular, and its appendages were perfectly proportionate. She was impressed at the quality of pokemon the professor had provided, quite impressed indeed. "We're going to be goo friends little one. Now, what would you like to be called?" The eevee leaped up into her arms and let out a charming little squeal. "Oh? Is that so? You'd like to be called Serenity? Well, I think that's a lovely name." She chuckled at the bonding experienced and lovingly stroked the tuft of chest fur on her new friend.
Draexzhan said
Nope, there's no one here.


that avatar and that attitude makes me want to smack you
Nova enjoyed taking in each recollection of the tamers' first meetings with Merrik and himself, he enjoyed the emotions flowing about the meadow, he enjoyed the positive energy that wove its way between each tamer and dragon. Today had been a beautiful day indeed. Unlike Merrik, Obsidian Nova could move the future from his mind for a precious moment or two and simply enjoy the day for what it was instead of straining his mind in worry of what would come to be. As he neared the group he noticed a familiar presence enter his mind; it was Quaking Sand, the desert dragon. There was deep concern in his mind and he wished to open up to Nova about it. Immediately Nova acknowledged the severity in his tone and accepted his request.

"Quake, join me on my hunt, would you? We'll discuss today's events in private while we seek out a fair sized elk to replenish the meat stores. If nothing has changed I would know how much you appreciate a hunt. Come, consult with your tamer and meet me in the skies." He then redirected his tuned thoughts to a wider array and sent a farewell to the minds of all those around him, letting them feel his decision to go hunting so that they would understand his departure without the need to tell them with actual words. He smiled fondly at a few of the young drake nears him and took a few steps away from the table before beating down his mighty black and red wings so as not to disturb the meal with the draft of the force. He soared up over the trees, releasing sparks of black fire into the darkening sky, partly from playful habit, partly because his flare pouch longed to be worked. A dragon needed to breath fire regularly just as a human needs to cough or sneeze daily. The system within his scaled body needed to be kept clear and free of debris or build-up such as dust or bits of prey.

He soared off over the horizon at a casual pace, waiting for Quaking Sands presence to return to his proximity so they could discuss his concerns.

~~~

Merrik sat at his desk, an old black pine piece, covered with scrolls, scripts, quills, and a glass of well aged brandy, the bottle sitting uncapped but a few feet away on the social table (coffee table). He had been working since he arrived back home on figuring out a appropriate training process for the vast variety of tamers that had come into the Order. Each would require individual training, for no man was exactly alike his brother. He knew he would need to concoct a rather large batch of burn heal; new tamers and dragons learning new techniques practically howled for medical assistance requirements. He took a long gulp of the expensive alcohol, savoring the strong, rich taste and stood up. "There is much to be done." he thought, moving to one of his shelves and drawing back the wooden shutters that protected his rare ingredient collection. Retrieving a large wooden bowl, a worn out pestle, and a collection of miscellaneous herbs, vials, and powders. He cleared a space on the social table and sat down on the couch, starting to arrange the items and prepare the thick paste that could triple the healing time of a burn and remove nearly all the pain of even the worst scalds.
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