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Post by Shekru on Aug 30, 2011 23:11:54 GMT -6
Fresh out of port, and having traveled to Dust Town, the woman with the foreign looking clothes and bulky backpack stalked up to the door of a large house. Knocking in a rhythmic rapping, she soon found herself using the door as a drumset, and her knuckles the drumsticks.
She was quite into this jungle beat she had started that she really didn't notice when the door swung open in front of her. Oh. It was open. Hah. Oh. With a shrug, Fyg stepped into the house of her cousin and began looking around. Oh, hey. Labcoat people. Eesh.
"Heeeeeeeeeellooooooooo?" She called, her voice echoing in the vast building. "Pinecone, where you at?"
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Post by Catilena1890 on Aug 30, 2011 23:51:39 GMT -6
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Post by Shekru on Aug 30, 2011 23:59:54 GMT -6
She had been expecting more of a hello or something, but this worked!
Traipsing into the room, Fyg looked around at all the equipment. A few of the assistants smiled and waved, and Fyg nodded to each of them. The people that worked with her cousin seemed to be a fairly good bunch, from what she had heard.
When Conifer started talking again, Fyg turned her attention to the podium, spotting the pokemon already out of their balls. They were fresh pokemon! Never been trained or anything. It was kind of exciting. She patted a few of them on the head, laughing when they made happy noises in response.
"This is a tough decision.. Didn't realize I'd get to this point fresh off the boat!" When Conifer mentioned the mystery balls, Fyg's throat bobbed in a swallow. "You know me, I'm a notorious risk taker."
Her hand hovered over the three unopened pokeballs and she closed her eyes, waving her hand from side to side to get a good feel for which of them drew her more strongly.
It took a little while, but after a bit of her weird closed-eye hand waving, Fyg's hand settled on the third and final pokeball. Lifting it, she stared at the sphere. "This one, I think." She considered the item, and then nodded, pressing the release on the front of the capsule.
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Post by Catilena1890 on Aug 31, 2011 0:22:13 GMT -6
The ball opened up and before it could take form the pokemon began to rant. "It's about time someone finally let me out! I`m hungry dangit! Feed me! Whoa it's white, where are you!? Who let me out?" Said the voice in a masculine voice as it took shape. In front of Fyg, a small brown pokemon hovered, looking at her square in the eyes with a serious look. "Oh so it was you. Not much of a looker are you? Ah who cares, you freed me. I like you." He said, fluttering over and landing on Fyg's shoulder. "So call me whatever you want, just feed me and for the love of arceus, do not put me back in that ball or so help me I will steel wing you all the way to the Unova region. So, what's your name? And What's mine? And when are you going to feed me?" He said as professor Conifer blinked, at a loss for words to the situation.  Pokemon Name: Pidgey Gender: Male Pokemon Personality: Loud, Sarcastic, Demanding, Protective Pokemon Ability: Big Pecks *talks* Pokemon Health: 21 Pokemon Level: 5 Move Roster: Air Cutter, Steel Wing, Tackle, Sand Attack, Pursuit |
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Post by Shekru on Aug 31, 2011 0:37:22 GMT -6
There was speech coming out of the ball. That wasn't expected at all! Fyg blinked a few times as a squat little bird landed on her shoulder and began yacking at her non stop. After a few moments of the ceaseless banter, the newcomer twitched her nose, reached into a pocket and withdrew granola bar. In the middle of one of the pidgey's long-winded tirades, Fyg rammed half of the bar into his beak.
At first, the bird ruffled in indignance, but soon settled as he realized it wasn't a sock in his beak, but food! Glorious food. Maybe this thing he was sitting on wasn't so bad after all.
"Your name is Shard, but if you keep squawking in my ear loudly, I'll be changing your name to dinner." Fyg said before reaching up with a hand and smoothin the feathers on the pidgey's head. Despite his grumbly demeanor, the bird responded with a shameless coo as he nibbled his granola bar.
Since she had a moment to talk with her cousin, Fyg looked at her and grinned. "I know how to pick 'em I guess. Well.. Now what. I have a pokemon, I'm new in town. Where the heck am I supposed to go next?"
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Post by Catilena1890 on Aug 31, 2011 0:49:55 GMT -6
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