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Post by Morgan Lysandre-Fay on Jan 2, 2014 18:06:45 GMT -6
One blink was all the response that Seraphina's first comment got in response, even if Morgan knew her lack of comment was quite answer enough. To her brag, though, Morgan rose to the bait.
"Oh, did you now?" She clasped her hands together. "Congratulations. I'll be sure to keep an eye on the obituaries, for 'death by misadventure.'" Her cheeks were beginning to ache from the force of her smile.
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Post by Sera Harmonia on Jan 2, 2014 18:12:45 GMT -6
~ SERAPHINA ~ Rather than take the slightest offense, Sera responded with a genuine, even musical laugh. "Cynical as ever," she teased lightly. "If you want to prove me wrong, though, I'm about to go shopping. Talk to dear Quercus-" why yes this was said explicitly to mess with Morgan- "and get your starters and meet me in the middle of town in half an hour for our first battle~ I'll be waiting, loser~" And with that, she danced around her cousin and skipped down the hall, singing a little nonsensical tune to herself.
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Post by Morgan Lysandre-Fay on Jan 2, 2014 18:24:49 GMT -6
Aaand Seraphina was gone before Morgan had a chance to say anything. It was probably just as well, as after that obits comment Morgan was fresh out of catty remarks.
The nerve, though! Morgan didn't intend to have her Pokémon fight without good cause!
...On the other hand, if she were going to go beyond the city limits and try to do anything with her Pokémon by her side, she'd still need to train them first, and experience--even if the battle was with a fellow newbie trainer--Sera was probably also registered as a Mercernary, as Morgan found it hard to imagine whimsical little Sera with her fairy tales and her I-can-talk-to-Pokémon nonsense as a legitimate scientist. And, well, in a Pokémon battle the fight was likely to actually be fairly evenly matched. ...Probably. Whereas Morgan's instinctual response, to just punch her, would probably go over about as well as a lead balloon.
When Morgan pushed her way through the door to the laboratory, she was still fuming. "You still around, Professor Oak?" she called out, failing to keep the leftover irritation out of her voice.
[when you're awake again olive I'm using this thread for my starters too so yeah, whenever you see this. :3]
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Post by Olive on Jan 2, 2014 19:41:00 GMT -6
"Pyin?" a tiny little creature called out from below Morgan. The grass rodent had a very confused look on its face. Behind the Chespin were three other pokemon that seemed to be interacting amongst themselves. Chespin blinked at the girl, then ran back to the others as footsteps came from the back of the room. The Good Professor Oak slowly walked towards Morgan, he massaged the bridge of his nose as he headed to her. As the man came in speaking distance of the girl he looked up and forced a smile. "It's nice to see you Lauren," he gestured for her to follow him back to where the other pokemon were sitting. Oak stopped halfway and turned around with a face that screamed 'I'm so sorry, I'm an idiot.' He held up both of his hands and touched the tips of his brow with the index fingers. "I'm sorry, Morgan," the man sighed, "it's been an odd day so far." Quercus let out a breathy laugh and opened his arms to the shelf. "Let's find you a Pokemon shall we?" With that he shooed the other four off and grabbed five pokeballs from the shelf, careful to not trip over the ones still rolling across the Laboratory's floor. "All of these Pokemon share similar traits to you in one way or another, Abra, a very intelligent Pokemon.. that sleeps 18 hours a day. These Pokemon are not big on manual labor at all. People tend to write off bird Pokemon because of that whole, 'bird brains' thing. But I'll tell you that Hoothoot are crazy smart, this trends from their superior observation skills. Spoink are another intelligent species, though they don't much enjoy human contact. Why? Well, um," he covered his mouth and whispered to Morgan, "because of bacon. Anyway! Next is a Shuppet, these Pokemon literally live off of negative emotions, not that you're necessarily a negative person, but a Shuppet might help you control your demeanor. Finally we have Munchlax! I felt that with your eating disorder, it'd be good to have a Pokemon around that could show you how to eat well!"
Oak grinned, very pleased with himself. His brain was still a bit fried from his last encounter, so he wasn't really thinking about how offensive his choice of words and might have been. He went for a bag that contained a few Key items. An X-Gear, Data Log, First Aid Kit, Berry Sack, Spile, Canteen, Tool Bag, Mortar & Pestle, Weapon Sheathe, and a Quiver.
With another smile Oak instructed, "Pick two!"
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Post by Morgan Lysandre-Fay on Jan 2, 2014 20:37:19 GMT -6
A sigh and a shrug, followed by the false start of "Actually it's--" aaand then he was gone, and it was the best Morgan to do to follow him without tripping over anything--or anyone, she thought, throwing a glance back at the Pokémon behind her. Presumably the ones Sera had been offered? That furfrou* looked a bit forlorn, and Morgan would have stayed to comfort it if she hadn't been worried about losing the professor in here. When she'd caught up to the man, he seemed to take that as his cue to remember her name correctly this time. With a huff and a shrug, she said, "It happens," waving a hand dismissively.
As Professor Oak described the Pokémon and released them from their ball to show her, Morgan nodded appreciatively and silently considered them.
Morgan was fond of the idea of befriending one of Abra's line, but... this was about making a living while she found what her real career was to be. She didn't need to have to wake up her partner every time she needed to get something done.
Hoothoot, on the other hand... She'd been called a Noctowl for reading by candlelight into the small hours of the morning, and those were very fond memories. Additionally, "Wise old Noctowl" came to mind when he described its--well, actually, the species'--intelligence. It was a definite 'maybe.'
Morgan wasn't very impressed with Spoink. It was nice and all, and she didn't have anything against it, but... it was comfortable here, and you know? She really didn't need the pressure of figuring out how accurate that old Pokémon Manual, back from Lysandre's estates, was when it said that if a Spoink stops bouncing, its heart stops beating. It was some hundred years old, Morgan thought, so likely inaccurate... But she didn't need that stress. She didn't find the 'bacon' comment particularly funny, either, but she wasn't about to say that aloud.
When the Shuppet was released, it floated over to her and Morgan could feel, even from just a proverbial nibble, her frustrations ease a bit. Professor Oak wouldn't say it, but yeah, Morgan could admit to herself that she... dwelt on her anger and insults and altogether wasn't terribly pleasant. Nor did she really want to be pleasant, but somehow Morgan doubted that the ghost type would make her into a happy-go-lucky love-struck fool.
And finally--
Morgan blinked, silent for several seconds, before asking quietly and evenly, "My what." Aaand it seemed that Oak hadn't even heard her, since he was now gathering the items for her to choose. A deep breath and she started again, rather more loudly this time, "My dear Professor. Haven't you ever heard not to judge a book by its cover? I eat plenty enough food, thank you, and even if I didn't it's not as if I don't know how. I'll take the Hoothoot and the Shuppet, if you don't mind." She cast a look down to where he'd laid down the selection of items. She...didn't like technology much, but if she were to go anywhere, she'd feel much safer with the X-Gear. Luckily, it stood out, so she picked it up quickly. The other things though--Morgan just knew she wanted out of here from this man she'd seen dozens of times and who in turn didn't know her from Adam. She picked up an item at random--the Tool Bag--and said, "And these two. Thank you for your time. Are we done here?"
[*I couldn't find any mention that the pokémon that weren't chosen were actually withdrawn at any point, so if it's there and I missed it, just ignore that bit. :B but it seems in-char for Q. Oak so,,,]
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Post by Olive on Jan 2, 2014 21:35:14 GMT -6
Eyes wide with child-like innocence, the professor replied, "I suppose so.." He was a bit confused at her reaction to his gifts. Poor Oak, this was just not a good day for him. The man ran his hand through his hair as he searched the lab from his spot. There was definitely something he was forgetting. With a 'hm,' Oak took a step to his right, only to, once again, trip on a pokeball. This time his hindquarters were not spared. A suppressed groan of pain followed this fail.
With a defeated sigh he dropped his head between his knees and pointed to the desk. "Grab the 6 pokeballs and that little Holochip." Quercus felt around his feet where he found two more pokeballs and held them out towards Morgan. "And these are Shuppet's and Hoothoot's."
A tiny sniffle came from the man. He nodded at Morgan to dismiss her from the room, then fell to his back and just laid there. Oak didn't speak, he just closed his eyes and stopped everything.
He was one hundred percent done with that day.
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Post by Morgan Lysandre-Fay on Jan 2, 2014 22:19:35 GMT -6
Morgan waited while Oak responded, foot tip-tapping for a few seconds. And then he fell, and Morgan flinched. She grabbed the things indicated and slipped them into her shoulder bag, and held her hand out again. "Do you need a hand up?" she asked--neither sarcastically nor terribly compassionately. It was...a start, anyway? After she got no response for several seconds, though, she shrugged and said, "Thank you sir, and good day." Her shoes click-clacked out the door and down the hall. That was certainly...something. (I think you can close this now! <
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