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Post by Bianca Moreno on Jan 1, 2014 10:15:41 GMT -6
I'm in the Emissary.
Newly-filed nails ran through silky, black strands of hair, as Bianca tried her best to calm her nerves. It wasn't like there was anything to be nervous about. After all, all she'd done was leave home and decide to become a mercenary of all things. What was there to be scared of regarding the idea of racing straight into the unknown wilderness full of vicious feral pokemon who would love terribly to rip out her liver and eat it as a delicacy? Nothing, that's what. Clearly nothing.
I'm in the Emissary.
Strangely enough, though, that really wasn't what had her nervous. The idea of running into the great unknown? It made her more excited than anything. Giddy, almost. All those years living in a fishing city had given her a thirst for something more thrilling, as much as she'd tried to hide it. And the idea of sharing her life with pokemon again...
The memories of her old friends were like worn, faded photographs. She no longer felt the stabbing in her heart when she remembered how it felt to hold her meowth, murkrow, and skitty as they breathed their last breaths. She no longer broke down into bitter tears when she remembered the tired, defeated look in her murkrow's eyes in his final months, when he would drag his ruined wing along the ground, no longer caring for the state of his feathers, though an ache in her heart remained and likely would forever.
She no longer felt guilty at the thought of holding another pokemon in her arms, at the thought of loving them again. Maybe a little tentative, wondering if she could really do it right this time...
But still. Pokemon! Adventure! It was just like her stories!
I'm in the Emissary. The Ambassador is in here.
No, what had her so nervous was the fact that she could barely contain her excitement, and she was about to walk into the office of one of three most important people in the entire new world. It took all of her self-control, honed throughout three decades of life, not to bounce on the balls of her feet like an energetic five-year-old. She knew, just knew, that the moment she let her guard down, she was going to straight-up hug the Ambassador.
She was going to make a complete fool out of herself.
"Puedo hacer esto," Bianca whispered to herself as she made her way down the hallway, the Spanish words tumbling from her lips. She could do this. Really. She could. It'd be simple.
Go in. Choose a couple of pokemon and some items. Don't hug the Ambassador. Simple.
She was standing in front of the door now. Normally, she wasn't the knocking type. She was more the type to open a door, stick her head into the room, and announce her presence with great enthusiasm. Today, she knocked, her knuckles rapping against the door.
I'm in the Emissary. Dressed in hand-me-down clothes and a pirate bandanna.
Yup, gonna make a fool of myself.
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Post by Olive on Jan 1, 2014 12:30:41 GMT -6
Just a moment had passed before the door swung open and revealed Ambassador Nguyen. She was a bit of a bigger woman and was just an inch or two taller than Bianca. Her pitch-black hair was pulled into a tight bun that seemed to match the vivid red of her business suit and heels. With a forced smile, the woman gestured Bianca in. "Welcome, I am Anita Nguyen, but I'm sure you already knew that," she had just the smallest amount of humor in her voice as she extended her hand toward Bianca. "You must be Bianca Moreno." Anita waved her pale hand in a gesture for the woman to take a seat in front of her desk, the proceeded to seat herself. She gingerly pushed aside her enormous stacks of paper work and set five pokeballs on the desk. "I assume you know how this works? I give you five choices of Pokemon from my own personal storage, you can choose two. If you don't like any of them," she slid a pamphlet across the desk, "I can get Professor Oak to send over one of these." With a nod the woman began to open the containers. Anita took a deep breath then handed the woman a large bag of items. The items in the bag consisted of: an X-Gear, Data Log, First Aid Kit, Berry Sack, Spile, Canteen, Tool Bag, Mortar & Pestle, Weapon Sheathe, and a Quiver. "You may choose two." The woman laid her hands on the desk and awaited Bianca's decisions. |
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Post by Bianca Moreno on Jan 1, 2014 14:20:54 GMT -6
Don't hug the Ambassador. Don't hug the Ambassador...
Not crushing Ms. Nyugen's hand would probably be a good thing, too, Bianca realized as she automatically moved to shake the offered hand and found herself slightly flexing the muscles that she usually used to keep hold of a fishing pole. Not enough to hurt, luckily, since she'd noticed and stopped herself. She hoped. She really really hoped. She slid into the offered seat with her usual smooth, graceful motions, and crossed one leg over the other as she ran a hand through her hair again.
Bianca really didn't like being nervous. Not a pleasant emotion at all.
Luckily, it was replaced with others as her choices of pokemon were placed in front of her. This was what she'd been waiting for, after all, the chance to have pokemon again...
The aipom earned a chuckle. How adorable. A little purple, scampering monkey to go running around with. She tried to remember what she knew about them. They evolved, didn't they? Yes, they did. Into bigger monkeys with two tails instead of one. They could certainly make for a fun companion, but the others...
The murkrow made a lump form in her throat. She registered what Ms. Nyugen said on the topic, but she couldn't exactly find herself agreeing. Could she really look a pokemon in the eye and admit that she only decided to pick them in an attempt to move past her guilt? It wouldn't feel right. It'd feel too much like she was trying to replace her old murkrow...
Bianca shut her eyes and sighed faintly. This wasn't supposed to be a deep-thinking day. She couldn't get mad at the Ambassador, though. How could she? This was a gift. A very generous gift, given that she'd get two of these pokemon rather than just one. She tried to put the smile back on her face; she'd rather do something embarrassingly childish right now than look visibly hurting. So she turned her attention to the sneasel next.
...What part of me makes you think of a sneasel? Bianca thought with a raised eyebrow. She'd never really interacted with one before, but she knew about the old world stereotypes. Cunning, vicious hunters they were, so it was told. Relentless, too. Certainly not a bad ally to have on her side, but...Well, I guess I can be a bit stubborn. And a little bit... "I'll take the sneasel. And..."
The purrloin drew her attention. They were adorable little pokemon, and the thought of holding and petting a cat again made her hand twitch once, slightly. She ran the hand through her hair again to try to cover it up. Still, she'd seen purrloin before. They were one of many feline species who made Port City their home. This one here, they'd find a home, if not with her then someone else, but the ones out there, it was less certain.
Her choice narrowed to the aipom and spritzee, she considered the little bird. It was more of a pink than a purple, to her eye, but a nice colour all the same. She'd never interacted with one of them, either, and remembering that it was a fairy type enchanted her slightly. Fairy types could be very good if she was going to go out into the world and find dragons. Because finding dragons was very high on her priority list, though she wasn't about to admit such aloud. Spritzee were such cute little birdies, too; she could scoop them up and set them on her shoulder. Like a pirate.
"...The spritzee, I think," she finished, with a little smile. Don't squeal like a little girl. Don't squeal don't squeal don't squeal.
As for the items, well, that was simpler. Items didn't always have the same level of emotional attachment. Here, it was practicality. What would be most expensive or difficult to get on her own and what would be most practical? The answer to that question was the X-Gear and the First Aid Kit. Though she did wonder if she should get the Data Log, she reasoned that that was something she could get once she'd earned more money. Communication capability and having something on hand to patch herself should she be attacked or fall out of a tree were more important right now.
So there. Choices made. Sneasel and Spritzee, X-Gear and First Aid Kit. Bianca was a mercenary now.
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Post by Olive on Jan 1, 2014 15:04:13 GMT -6
Anita watched and analyzed each expression that appeared on Bianca's face. Most people just think of her as a head of government, but they forget she also had strong military training, so she was good at the whole "spying and picking up on things" thing. She sort of grinned when Bianca took a look at the Sneasel and saw it as a negative trait. Anita knew would end up acting just alike in the end though, so she excited to hear her choices. She was a little disappointed that she chose Spritzee over Murkrow, but she understood. She always tried to get new trainers to deal with past pains, but an optimistic choice was a much better one for many of them.
"Very good," she stated dryly. Beside her desk was a large and beautiful bamboo box. The woman bent down to grab a few things from the container then rose up to meet Bianca. She handed the woman a small square case and 6 pokeballs. She then proceeded to withdraw all of the Pokemon and hand Bianca the two that she chose. "Here you go sweety," she began to slowly walk towards the exit, "In that case is a Holo Chip that will allow you to communicate with the rest of the world via Holocasts. If you ever need any help, my number is already registered in the gear."
Ms. Nguyen opened up her door and smiled. "If you plan on travelling I'd make trip to the Market then head off to New Pallet. Of course, if you'd like to stay in Port City and take jobs from some of the people here, that's an option as well."
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Post by Bianca Moreno on Jan 1, 2014 17:53:02 GMT -6
Bianca took case and pokeballs with a smile and nod of her head, still not quite trusting herself not to squeal. She still wasn't sure exactly why she'd been offered the option of a sneasel, but she was happy with the choice, and she was sure she'd get along with that spritzee. Though, her eyes did flick in the direction of the murkrow's pokeball as it was put away. I'm sorry, she thought faintly. It just wouldn't have been fair.
That was what she'd keep telling herself, anyway.
Bianca looked at the open door, then Ms. Nguyen. Having her hands full, which would quickly be rectified once she dumped this stuff in her pack, helped smother that continued urge to hug, but she still gave the Ambassador a large, grateful smile. "Gracias. Thank you. Really." It was all standard issue for a mercenary, but it still all seemed so generous. She was almost guilty for taking it. "I'll...I think I will stick around. For a few days, at least."
It might be good to use her new mercenary status to help some people in the city out. Pay back the community for the investment being made in her, more or less. Not to mention, a little extra cash in her pocket would mean she'd be a bit more prepared when she did make the trek to New Pallet. And there was also...
Bianca's eyes flicked to where Ms. Nguyen had put away the pokemon she hadn't chosen. There was also the subject on which she'd been thinking when she'd looked at the purrloin. There were pokemon living in Port City. Couldn't hurt to try catching a few, could it?
The moment Bianca had stepped out of the door, before it could close, she made a noise in her throat. It wasn't an outright shriek of joy, and probably would have sounded a little like a yip if her mouth had been open at the time. It was the unmistakable squeal of a giddy little girl. A giddy little thirty-one-year-old girl. She just hadn't been able to hold it back any longer.
Bianca made a hasty exit after that, but out of eagerness rather than embarrassment. She was a trainer! A mercenary! This was really happening.
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