Thread: [PTU] Pokémon: Unbound Adventures

Browne? Meg asks with an air of familiarity, but then, just as quickly shakes her head and laughs. You talk like you belong in this lab or something, jeez. And- The blue-haired trainer pauses, looking over Mercy as if for the first time. ... And look the part too, huh... Caitlyn opens her mouth to answer what Suri had blurted out -- which also made her jump -- but with Vika picking up the answer, she just remains quiet. And once the Professor arrives, everyone shuffles off down the hallway... Regardless of the order Professor Willow's question is answered in, she remains rather quiet throughout until she's received all the answers. Nodding her head slowly in answer to each person, and motioning for them to continue with each pause, until it appeared they were finished. The answers of the others are rather short, and straight to the point. Kyle wishes something unique, or different. He seems most interested in something few, or nobody, else has. The rare, even if not the most powerful. He offhandedly mentions something about seeing a strange Horsea once when he was younger, but he cuts himself off before really finishing. Meg, on the other hand, seems to be after into finding Pokmon that just look cool, or amazing, or strong. Her answer is a bit similar to Kyle's, but she doesn't seem to mind if the Pokmon is something common, as long as it looks good. Caitlyn is one of the last to answer, and her answer chimes in along the same lines as Suri and Vika--a companion, and friend. Someone who is just as willing to get as dirty as she is exploring the places nobody else is willing to go. I can understand the desire for companionship, Professor Willow says finally after listening to all the answers, casting her gaze and a smile down toward the Octillery next to her--who waves back with several of his tentacles. Let's see if there are any here with me whom you become attached too in our little meeting. I can also personally attest to these Pokmon being rare, while looks... well, that's entirely subjective, but I hope you come to desire something more substantial soon. Meg wrinkles her nose as the words, but keeps quiet. That, however, is an interesting answer you gave, she says as her green eyes move to Mercy. I'm not sure you'll locate much modesty amongst these few you're about to meet, but regal... that is certainly hard to object to. And by the look of you, you're a woman after my own heart. How interesting... Now, let me cease further stalling. Please, follow. Octillery, the Pokmon next to her states, almost indignantly. Willow just shakes her head with that same smile on her lips, and hands the clipboard back to her assistant to carry as she leads the group of you furthr down the hallway, offering some explanation. Back where I come from, there is what some might consider an outdated notion that Pokmon were all once gods. And as one can expect, there were many things that came as a result of that. The only one which really survives to this day is ... how to explain this... Ah, of course. You could consider it our version of astrology. A belief that all trainers resonate with a specific type, and knowing that, one can find some common personality markers. Whatever you think of that, each year is thus dedicated to a different type--of Pokmon, of people. And a celebration comes to correspond with this. This year matches the type of Pokmon I've brought for you today... Professor Willow pauses at a door, and using a keycard from her pocket, she swipes it across the reader, making the glass doors slide open. The door opens to a semi-outdoor habitat. A glass dome of sorts segments this specific part off from the rest of the open area behind the lab, where many more Pokmon can be briefly seen running between the grass, or more obviously seen standing out grazing. However, there are various openings in the dome for Pokmon to come in and out freely. This area contains a small pond, and several trees whose leaves rustle each time a slight breeze blows through. The grass is trimmed, and neat, and a small little entrance way follows the glass doors where people can wipe off feet before re-entering the lab, hang coats, and the like. Ax? Aaaaax? A little green Pokmon sits by the shore of the pond, peering into it. It stands on two legs, and both of its arms are being used to shade its face as it peers into the water. A long dark green horn extends from the top of it's head, and it has two pale-coloured tusks. This year is the Year of the Dragon, Professor Willow concludes finally after everyone has had a moment to take everything in, and she steps inside, waving. Hello Axew. Why don't you come say hello to everyone? Where are the others? Ew? The green Pokmon turns, and the moment it does, a little blue tail slips up out of the water, and a moment later it coils around the little Axew's leg and tugs it into the water! It lets out a surprise AX! and flails about, splashing water around in surprise before... realsing the part of the pond it fell in is actually really shallow, and it can stand up without much trouble, ending up with the poor thing giving the new trainers entering after the Professor a rather bashful look. Inininini! The next Pokmon almost sounds like it is giggling as its head peeks up from the deeper part of the pond. A blue serpentine Pokmon with a white underside, and two white fins on either side of its head. It pauses when it notices there are others inside now, and it tilts its head curiously at the new trainers--purple eyes taking them in. These two aren't the only Pokmon in the vicinity, however. Under the shade of a large tree, a four-legged blue Pokmon rests, covered in thick, black fur that covers all but its legs and mouth, more or less. A black 'horn' of sorts sticks up from the top of its head, and though it lazily lifts its head to look over, it then flops it back down onto the ground, and its tongue rolls out of its mouth a little as it seems to be panting softly. In a shallow part of the water, in the shade of a tree, watching both Axew and the other Pokmon is a, well, what looks like ball of goo. Light purple, but darker on the bottom, it has a few dark green spots, and a pair of double 'ears' or horns of some kind. Bubbles burble up around the front of it sometimes, as though it's mouth is just under the water. Octillery rather insistantly pushes the clipboard against Professor Willow just as she starts to walk inside, which she takes with some confusion, only to laugh a moment later as the multi-limbed Pokmon suddenly dashes over and jumps into the water. Splashing Axew, and the other two near the pond with it. Leaving poor Axew sputtering and shaking its head, while the blue serpent Pokmon ducks back into the water and the third Pokmon just sort of... sits there and burbles. Please excuse my partner's lack of... professionalism, Willow comments about the Octillery, in jest, given the look on her face.