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1. I'm in school to become a physical therapist assistant! (Did it!)

2. I will quit any roleplay that has been inactive IC for one month for any reason. I've been in too many Schrodinger's RP's and I'm not doing that anymore.

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Ty Westgrove


Mesalon Pokecenter


@fer1323 @LuckyBlackCat

Ty smiled when Oscar mentioned his contest goals. He was right, they did have some key similarities.

"Yeah, that'd be cool," Ty responded. "Maybe we could combine ideas from the different styles."

Depending on where Oscar was headed next, Ty figured it might be worth thinking about traveling with him for a while. The open road was always safer and more fun with more people.

The punk listened as the two trainers gave him advice about the gym battle.

"I don't have any of those types..." Ty told Sophia. "But I'll try to remember that if I get any later. I can remember most of the weaknesses, but resistances are harder."

Ty turned back to Oscar.

"Yeah, it would be impressive to win that way. But if I went for the style points and lost, I'd just look stupid. I'd like to try at least one gym battle before I look stupid."

Ty chuckled lightly and continued.

"So I think I'll just try for brute strength at first. That's kinda Hunk's whole thing, after all. If that fails... then I'll have to plan for the dramatic 'underdog beats the champion against all odds' thing."

The blond looked toward Sophia. With the way she introduced herself, she seemed ambitious, too.

"So, Sophia. What's your goal?"
@LuckyBlackCat Are you still planning a time skip? Do you know when/how that's gonna happen?
Ty Westgrove


- Mesalon Pokecenter -


@LuckyBlackCat @fer1323

Medic blinked in surprise, then broke out into a beaming smile. The Igglybuff turned to look at her trainer with the biggest puppy-dog eyes she could muster.

"Of course," Ty responded, his tone toward the plushy Pokémon softening a little. "You don't need my permission to sing. Unless you're trying to put someone to sleep with it." The man felt confused but pleased that the grouchy woman seemed to be warming up to his Pokémon.

Medic let out a happy squeal and turned back toward her recent patient. Sure, Medic was still a child, and she hadn't yet learned how to consistently differentiate between sleepy songs and regular songs... but that wasn't on the forefront of her mind. The Igglybuff was born to heal, but she lived to sing.

The pink Pokémon began a soft soprano tune. She seemed a little nervous at first, so she closed her eyes and imagined she was the only living thing in the room. Once she gained confidence, Medic tried to put a bit of a jazzy spin on her song. After a few seconds of that, she blushed slightly and returned to her original waltz-like tune.

Ty leaned back and listened to his fairy Pokémon for a minute. He wasn't really a classical music fan... even a human singing like that might put him to sleep in ten minutes. But Medic loved it, and she deserved her time in the spotlight every once in a while.

The punk turned his attention to Oscar as he spoke, secretly appreciative of something else to focus on. He stood up and moved closer, so as not to rudely talk over Medic's singing. And totally not because the movement would help him stay awake. Ty pondered how to answer Oscar's first question, but his excitement bubbled over too much to play it cool.

"I'm training Pokémon to be in movies!" Ty announced, swaggering as if he were already a celebrity. "Fire types are great for killer action moves. Even off-screen, they're good for special effects. I don't need a Growlithe in particular, but it's on my list of good choices. If I could have any, I think it'd--woah."

Ty interrupted himself as Oscar showed off his badge. He had met a few people with gym badges before, and every time it felt like he was standing next to a legendary warrior.

"Sick, man!" Ty told Oscar. "How'd you do it? Got any tips? I'm trying to get my first badge, myself. Gym leaders are great at combining power and showmanship, and I wanna check out their techniques firsthand. But I know that, if I want any chance to win, I gotta go in there with a type advantage."

The blond glanced back to the Pokémon Center's reception counter, past which his Pokémon were healing. He gave a slight tired frown as he turned back to Oscar.

"That's why I wanna battle anyone I can find," Ty explained. "According to the PokeDex, Hunk's supposed to learn a real fighting-type move next. But he's having a hard time with all the wild flying-types around here. Like, have you ever tried punching a bird?"

Ty felt less eager to answer Oscar's next question, about Medic. He considered his answer for a few seconds and then shrugged casually.

"Yeah, she does look a little out of place, doesn't she?" Ty responded in a bored tone. "Well, my parents bought her for me as my first Pokémon. They'd kill me if I traded her or something."

The leather-clad man took a second to glance toward his Igglybuff. The pink Pokémon was just finishing up her song with a drawn-out cadence.

"Medic doesn't like battling," Ty continued. "But her Heal Pulse is helpful off the field. She's worth keeping around for that."
Ty Westgrove


- Mesalon Pokecenter -


Ty shifted his gaze to Oscar for a minute and then turned back to the fallen woman with an unconvinced frown. His adrenaline was still on high alert, heart pumping like an angry Pokémon was chasing him. But this Oscar guy seems to know this woman, and he insists that she's okay. Ty slowly eased the C-Gear back into his pocket, forcing himself to believe it wasn't necessary. Heh... he didn't want to become a worrywart like his mom, did he?

"Thanks for the info," Ty addressed Oscar. "Just to be on the safe side, though..."

Ty reached into his other pocket. With a small pop and a flash of light, a small pink Pokémon emerged from its pokeball. The Igglybuff's large round eyes quickly scanned her trainer.

"Hey, Med," Ty muttered. "This girl behind you just fainted. We think she's ok, but would you mind checking?"

Medic turned around, a little surprised to learn she had materialized right in front of a prone human. She waddled to the brunette and checked for bumps and bruises on her head. Medic spotted one -- it looked older than a day, so that was weird, but a wound is a wound.

The fairy type parted the girl's hair with a pillow-soft hand and held the other hand an inch above the bruise. Gentle waves of pink and gold energy flowed from the Igglybuff's hand. Humans are less responsive to Heal Pulse than Pokémon, and the young Igglybuff still had a lot of practice to do before she'd become an expect healer. Still, the bruise had been healing naturally for a few days, so Medic was able to eliminate the rest of it. Pleased with her work, Medic hummed a few notes.

Meanwhile, Ty sat next to the woman's recently vacated chair and looked back to Oscar.

"I'm Ty," the blond said. "I really do wanna know where you got that Growlithe. And maybe challenge him to a battle tomorrow, if you're up for it?"

@fer1323@LuckyBlackCat
Ty Westgrove


- Mesalon Pokecenter -


"Ah, cool," Ty responded, immediately accepting the woman's permission to pet a Pokémon that wasn't hers. He scratched the cheerful Growlithe under the chin and let his mind wander for a bit. Man, how awesome it would be to have an Arcanine! It would be just like the one in Sawk Norris 3 who jumped to the second story of that burning building...

Ty suddenly became aware that the brunette woman was speaking to him again. He refocused on her right as she said "Like attracts like."

Ty smiled lightly and nodded, like you do when pretending you paid attention to everything. His brown eyes fell on the mysteriously floating pokeball. For a second, Ty had this CRAZY thought that the young woman was making it float, like a real psychic or something. But then he noticed the floating Pokémon next to her and figured it was just a psychic-type playing around. Pshhh, what a dumb thought. Some people swear there are real psychic humans, but it's probably just something made up by screen writers and con artists.

The leather-clad man chuckled for a moment at his own absurdity. But his demeanor quickly turned to alarm when the girl collapsed out of the blue. She seemed to be conscious -- good, it would be a lot easier for him to help if he could communicate with her.

"You're safe and okay, miss," Ty explained to her, trying to mimic a doctorly sort of gentle yet authoritative tone. "It looks like you fainted for a second. Has this happened before? Do you have any medical conditions? Do you know anybody nearby who can help?"

Ty reached out to rest a comforting hand on the woman's shoulder. With his other hand, he reached for his C-Gear, ready to call for medical help if necessary.

@LuckyBlackCat @fer1323
Ty Westgrove

- Mesalon Pokecenter -


Without warning, a giant monstrosity of a bug zoomed inside the Pokémon Center. The Scyther flew a lap around the room and tucked his limbs in for barrel roll. Unfortunately, one of his feet nicked a light fixture, throwing off his spiral. The Scyther let out a loud hiss as he tumbled down, took a few wild and uncontrolled steps, and finally managed to stay on his feet through some miracle. The giant bug looked wide-eyed at an equally stunned nurse standing at the counter not ten feet away from it. Then the Scyther leaned casually against the front counter with a chill smirk, as if to say "Heh, I meant to do that."

A few seconds later, a pale man wearing a dark grey leather jacket and matching jeans walked into the Pokémon Center. Quickly reading the nurse's stunned expression, he attempted to wear a stern frown, but a tiny amused smile crept onto his stubbled face instead.

"Reaper!" Ty called out. "What have I told you about causing havoc without my permission?"

As Ty walked down the aisle, Reaper responded with a series of buzzes. They sounded snide, and it was probably better for both Pokémon and trainer that Ty couldn't understand his speech.

"Sorry about my Scyther," Ty addressed the nurse, sheepishly running a hand through his blond faux hawk. "He's used to getting all the attention, and I guess he's a little antsy since we spent most of the day training the new guy. Speaking of..."

Ty knelt down and released a pokeball low to the ground. A small brown Pokémon appeared and immediately slumped against the counter. A battered and exhausted Timburr looked up at Ty with its one good eye and one swollen black eye. Hunk looked a little glum.

"Hey, big guy," Ty said, countering his fighting-type's frown with an encouraging smile. "You did a really good job today. Don't sweat the Low Kick thing. I'm sure you'll figure it out soon. And then... you'll be unstoppable at the gym!"

Hunk responded with a grunt and a weak thumbs-up. Even in his weakened state, he scanned the room and managed to find a cute lady. The Timburr had just enough time to wink at Aurora with his super manly black eye before Ty recalled him and Reaper into their pokeballs.

"Thanks for helping out," Ty said to the nurse. "And I'm sorry again for whatever Reaper did. I'm sure he'd be happy to spend all day tomorrow fixing any damage he might cause."

"No problem," the nurse replied with a smile, perfectly composed and professional. "We're a little busy right now, but you'll have your Pokémon back soon."

Ty nodded. If there was going to be a wait, he might as well find something to occupy his mind. It took him only a few seconds to zero in on something interesting.

"Ohh, you're such a good strong boy!" Ty enthused, eagerly yet cautiously approaching Skoll. "Or, girl?"

Ty knelt down and held out a leather gloved hand for the Growlithe to sniff. He smiled up at Sophia, who looked like she may be too grumpy or tired for chitchat... buuuut Ty was already here, so he had to commit.

"Can I pet your Growlithe?" Ty asked. "Also, where did you find it?? I've been looking around for a sick fire type."
I'm done with my character bio, but I don't know what we could/should have in our bag at this time. What kind of supplies should I be expected to have?

Would it be better for me to join the group walking around, or the one at the Pokémon Center?


Ah, cool. Looks like I joined at a good time to provide a fresh new face but not so late that I'm just lost and useless. I think I'll be able to conveniently meet up with the other characters as we're challenging the gym.

Shadow Pokémon are great and I want one! :D Well... maybe quite a ways down the road. Or they can just terrorize us.
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