Thread: Same Journey, Different Paths [Azecreth & JmBz]

Blue scrunched up her nose slightly at Red's joke, letting out an unamused ugh that perfectly conveyed what she thought of his sense of humor. At his next words, however, the young woman's cheeks briefly, ironically, tinted a shade of red. But just as quickly as it happened, it was gone, the girl regaining her composure as a cocky smile appeared on her face and a heh escaping her. Don't flatter yourself, she said, cocking her hips to the side as she rested her hands against them. Even if had planned this, I'd only do it so I could see the look on your face, when you realize that I'm gonna be a better trainer than you could ever hope to be. Hell, I could easily become the Pokemon Champion! Those were ambitious words indeed but, then again, it was to be expected from a girl like Blue, who then stuck her tongue out at the boy. Before any further snipes could be exchanged, the door of the front lab swung open once more. Blue instanteously turned her attention from her rival to the entrance. This time, the once who entered was indeed Professor Samuel Oak, Blue's grandfather. The girl resembled him the most with their jaw shape, rounding down to a sharp chin. The somewhat stout Professor was, as always, dressed in a pristine labcoat, purple polo shirt, and beige pants, almost all of hairs except for his eyebrows a light grey. Slung over his shoulder was a medium-sized knapsack. About time you showed up,.Gramps, Blue stated with a slight pout. I don't think I could've waited for you another minute. The sound of his granddaughter's voice seemed to have startled the man, quickly spinning from a shelf he had been inspecting to face the expectant trainers-to-be. Eh? Red? Blue? Oak murmured, confusion wrinkling his face for a moment. However, remembrance appeared in his eyes, and he smiled. Ah, that's right. I told the two of you to come. Give me just a moment... He trailed off as he opened the knapsack and began to rummage through it, while Blue gave a small eyeroll. Her grandfather was a bit of a scatterbrain sometimes she felt like he'd even forget her name if he wasn't reminded. Professor Oak seemed to have found what he was looking for, as he walked towards the table Red was leaning against, gently motioning for him to move back before placing three spherical, red and white containers. Pokeballs no mistaking them. There are three Pokemon on this table, one in each Pokeball, he explained, beginning the spiel that the two of them no doubt had been expecting . When I was young, I was quite the serious trainer. I had caught enough Pokemon to fill all of these shelves! he continued, theatrically spreading his arms out towards the room. But a small sigh escaped him a few moments later, a look on his face that seemed like he was remembering a painful memory. But alas, I am but an old man, and now I only have 3 of my original collection left. He looked back up at Red and Blue, whatever he had recalled having seemed yo pass, as his tone was back to its chipperness as he spoke again. And I now wish for you two to choose one of them each. let them be the first of many you collect on your journeys. He looked between the two, a look on his face as if in contemplation, before smiling. Red, why don't you have the first choice? Blue let out a small sputter, boggled. W-what? she nearly shouted. What about me, Gramps?! The Professor simply chuckled, wagging a chiding finger at his granddaughter. Be patient, Blue. You can have whichever of the two he doesn't pick. The girl only let out a Hmmph in reply, folding her arms across her chest again as she glowered at Red. She should've had first pick, not him...! Now, Red, Oak continued, ignoring the sulking of his grandchild as he swept his arm over the table of Pokeballs. Which Pokemon will you choose as your starter? Upon closer inspection, there were subtle markings on the white half of the container, indicating the type of Pokemon within. Fire . Water . Earth . Options, options...