No sooner had Shane entered the room, that Professor Oak entered from a door at the back. She entered gracefully, tucking a tuft of her bright blonde hair behind her ear. The stereotype of dumb blondes was way off with Arianna, she was taken seriously in all corners of the world, one of the foremost experts on Pokemon. She wore a white lab coat and held in her hand a clip board. She smiled at everyone and then began to speak.
"Hello everyone, i'm Professor Oak but you guys can called me Arianna." She took a pause to allow the group to say hello before continuing. "You're obviously all here to start what will hopefully be a fun adventure. Each person has their own reason for becoming a trainer but each person needs to make sure it is for the right reasons. Pokemon are not just mindless animals, they have feelings and are very intelligent. If you treat them right then there is no limit to what you and they can achieve." Her face become stern very quickly, "It goes without saying, but i'll say it anyway, nobody at this institute accepts any sort of abuse towards pokemon. As such you will be required to keep regular contact with us. Pokecentres are also linked to our systems so we will be able to pick up on any signs of abuse." Her smile quickly returned and Oak began to turn towards the door she came through, "Anyway, looking at you all I can't see that being an issue. Come with me and i'll explain everything."
She continued walking and talking, whether or not the group kept up, Sully had to break into a steady jog to catch up with her. The left wall of the corridor she led them down was a continuous pane of glass revealing a large open plain flanked by various different terrains. It was the perfect place for any type of pokemon. Sully tried to spot whatever pokemon he could but the sheer size of the area meant that the majority were specks in the distance. He could make out a few different silhouettes in the air and a Miltank that was close to the glass, but that was it.
"Along with the pokemon we will provide you with, you are going to be given a Pokedex. The latest model will tell you the name of a pokemon, it's typing and can even tell you what it's personality is like. In addition to the pokemon related functions, it operates as a phone with all modern technology such as incorporated camera, internet access and such. We do expect you to keep regular contact with us just so we can make sure everything is ok." By time the last word came from her mouth they had reached the end of the corridor, passing through a doorway into a small laboratory. "We do appreciate people keeping in touch, it's the best way that people can say thank you to us. I mean if you need any help with anything there are institute buildings in each major town and city so we are never too far away. More than anything though, it's always nice to hear of people knocking some of these cocky gym leaders down a few pegs." Oak let out a little giggle to herself before stopping in front of a table. Sat atop it was a plastic tray, four polished pokeballs rested on a velvet cushion. Next to it was a stack of four red pokedexes.
"So then gentleman this is it. On this tray is four pokeballs, each containing what I would hope to be a friend for life. They are all vastly different types of pokemon but they all have alot of love to give. In the office earlier we randomly drew names from a hat to see the order the pokemon would be chosen." Oak glanced down at her list, studying the name order. "Right then, when it's your turn to collect your pokemon take a pokedex and then make your choice from one of the pokeballs. So, the order is as follows: Wye you're our lucky number one; Alex you're number two; Shane you're number three and Sully you're number four. I hope you are all happy with your choices." The smiled stretched across her face as she looked at Shane, ready to note down his choice on the board in front of her.