[two birds] kill'em

[Aroz]

"What is that girl doing?"

"Just lying there, apparently."

"How very strange; she just dropped her towel out right on the deck?"

"And look at what she's wearing! Kids these days! Back in my day..."

"Ugh. Viszony; why, oh why, did we have to choose this ferry. It's full of fuckin' ancients." What had once been a peaceful, relaxing afternoon for the has been, er, former world famous pop star had, in a matter of seconds, become a complete and total bummer. Geezers sure knew how to bring down the mood, didn't they? What uses did they even have? Gemstone couldn't think of a one; well, maybe to put her to sleep with their 'stories', as a certain prune was doing at the moment. Though, it was difficult to tell whether she'd rather fall asleep or take a gun to her head; she'd sure this same yarn would still be spinning long after she woke up. "Next time we'll, like, check this kind of thing out before getting our tickets, you know? God, I feel like I'm getting older just being near them. It's so totally disgus'."

If it wasn't for the fact that they were on the open sea, a place she loved, the brunette didn't think she'd be able to bite her tongue as well as she was. Anywhere else and these walking corpses would've gotten a hearing aid full; luckily for them, the scent of the salty ocean air was a sort of stress reliever for her. Sailing had always been a passion of her. Well, to be more specific, partying on yachts had always been a passion of her. But what was the difference, really? Anything was better than that stuffy old rehab clinic anyways; that place was such a waste of space. Sure, sure, she was clean now: whoop-dee-frickin'-doo- at what costs did her sobriety come with? Her social life totally died the moment she stepped in there. All of her fans, gone. Hell, she hadn't even gotten to practice with her Pokémon while she was there- they weren't allowed to go with her! Weren't the creatures supposed to, like, help people and stuff? By far, it was the worst experience of her life. For sure.

"I understand, Miss. Gemstone; I will do a better job scanning next time. Would you like more tanning lotion on your back?" Hovering a few feet over the tanning triple threat was an Illumise, a bottle of sun tan lotion in one hand and a glass of ice water in the other. A nod from her trainers head was the signal for her to place down the beverage and begin the lubing process. The clear, oily liquid was swiftly and properly applied to the back of the teen sensation; though a sudden thought stopped the lightning bug dead in her duties. "Miss. Gemstone- did you understand what I just said to you?"

"Mommy, I'm bored of this trip. It's taking too long. Where are we going again?" Ah, another of the aspiring coordinators Pokémon making her debut. A small, Sentret, whose coat was far too lustrous to belong to any normal member of the large tailed creatures, slowly made her way so that she was face to face with her trainer. Using her own tiny hand to raise her trainer's head and lower the pair of darkened sunglasses she had been using to cover her colorful eyes, the creature's soft, innocent voice spoke again; her tone a bit more demanding, but somehow still pure. "Hanta wants to arrive there now."

A small smile spread across the flawless face of the teenager, as she brought her hand to her face, completely removing the shades and folding them with one effortless click. Then, she slowly raised herself up from her lying position, though this seemed to take a great deal more effort than the equally simple task of removing her sunglasses; maybe she had been relaxing for too long. Regardless, her body moved with ease yet again, the young woman now in a sitting position, arms outstretched towards the shiny Sentret. "I know, baby, I know. I'd make the boat go faster if I could, but I can't this time. I'm sorry." The creature had accepted the invitation to come and snuggle between the singer's breasts, soft coos escaping her as Gemstone began to scratch her behind the ear. "Did you not even notice, silly? I understood you. It's because we're almost there; almost to the Kairuu Region. Apparently there's some like, magnetic field or some crap like that beneath the entire place. It let's humans understand Pokémon speech. Cool, right?"

"Oh? Yeah, cool!"[/b]

"Indeed."

Nodding, Gem's smile widened as a wonderful idea skipped its way into her thoughts. "Why don't you go explore the ship once more, Hanta, and see if you like, missed anything from last time. It'll be fun, I bet."[/b] The normal type Pokémon nodded back, seemingly in love with the very idea. Sure, she had already been around the entire ferry at least seven times now, but once more couldn't hurt- especially it meant that they'd finally be in this Kairuu Region. Without a second thought, the scout left the comfort of her trainer's arms and disappeared into the crowd. "Follow her again, 'kay? We don't need her falling off, you know?"[/b]

"Of course, Miss. Gemstone." She handed the near-empty bottle of lotion to her human and then, as per orders, silently followed the Sentret, not wanting to ruin the fun by alerting her with her presence. And now, since she didn't have to worry, thanks to the wonderful temporary nanny Viszony, maybe Miss. Mehade could get one more nap in before they actually arrived. Sweet.

Meanwhile...

"Young man...a-are you alright?"

"Yeah, of course I am. I've only spent the past five minutes doing nothing but sneezing. I'm sure that's a sign of a perfectly healthy teenager; what the fuck do you think you sack of skin?" If you were to ever meet Anderson Portousen, you should consider yourself unlucky. If you ever met him while he was rubbing his nose, consider yourself cursed. Having been born in Snowpoint City, the man had never suffered a cold in his life. He had sneezed very few times, as he had grown accustomed to the cold. Sure, he hated it with a passion; but the one thing he couldn't lie about was it was far better for him than the insufferable heat he was being put through right now. Not only did he feel as if his blood was burning, but the fact that he couldn't take off his coat was just icing on the cake. If he did, this ocean air would freeze him to death. And his natural cold against the heat of this region just was not doing his health any wonders: he'd been sneezing since getting to Canalave City.

"Eh-excuse me?"

"You want me to? You're excused: now get the fuck outta here you old fucktard."

"Y-y-you brat!"

The 'brat' in question simply shrugged, shooing the elderly woman and her grandchildren away. A look of utter bewilderment took hold of her features, though there wasn't much she could do but whisk the young ones away and attempt to stamp the word 'fucktard' out of their minds. People were such nuisances. Couldn't they just leave him alone? Did he ask the woman for a tissue? No. It was simply selfishness: she could sleep better at night knowing that she attempted to help a sick teenager, but Anderson was sure she wasn't expecting that. Good riddance.

The coast was clear now, though. It appeared that he had managed to scare off the rest of the passengers in his area away with his little display. The stench of human filth was moving away from him, so at least his nostrils would be getting a break, right? A self-satisfied smile parted his lips as his hands moved behind his head, his body resting against the railing of the ship. This voyage was taking a while; the Captain must have been taking his sweet ol' time getting to this 'Kairuu Region.' Useless. Annoying. A waste of Portousen's time. "Hurry up," he muttered, sneezing once more before his eyes finally closed. A few seconds later, his rest was, again, interrupted.

"You're mean." Being a Pok?mon with excellent hearing, Hanta couldn't help but listen in to the man's 'conversation' with that elderly woman. His words were so harsh; Gemstone said that you weren't supposed to say those kinds of things to old people if they could hear you. According to her, as long as you said it behind their back it was fine, but if it was to their face, it was disrespect. So, Hanta being who she was, couldn't just let this guy go without telling him how she felt. So, she had scurried over to his side, pushing herself up onto her tail so that she would seem bigger; it was more intimidating, right? "Hanta doesn't like you at all."[/b]

What was that noise? A child? Troublesome. But regardless, they wouldn't escape his icy tone. His left eye flickered open for just a moment, the image of some Pok?mon forming into his brain. "The fuck do you want?"[/b] Wait- a Pok?mon? That couldn't be right. Those things couldn't talk. No, he knew that. All they could do was repeat their name and grunt, as if any human could understand what they said. This time, both of his eyes flickered open, their color alone was almost enough to make the Sentret shiver. "Did you just talk? What the hell?!"

Standing firm, unfaltering even with the harshness of his words, the shiny creature nodded. She didn't remember exactly what Gemstone had said about this place, only that humans could understand them. Apparently this one wasn't as knowledgeable as the model; though this was to be expected. No one could compare to Gemstone- this man especially. "Go apologize to that lady now." Wow, such a brave little creature. Talking as if she was so tough to a complete stranger. Too bad this particular stranger wasn't impressed with her talk. A devilish smile crept onto his face as he slowly began to stand up; and then he kicked at Hanta! Luckily, she managed to dodge, though just barely.

"Pok?mon shouldn't be out of their Pokeballs; I'll teach this to whoever you belong to by kicking you into the sea."

"You bastard!"[/color]

Ah! Up in the sky! Was it a Pidgey? A Swellow? No, of course not! "Viszony, help me!" It was an Illumise; one who did not like to see Gemstone's baby attacked, especially by a complete stranger. She flew towards the lavender haired man as fast as she could, slamming hard into his chest so that he was shot back even harder against the rail. "I'm going to go tell Mommy!"[/b] Without another thought, the Sentret lowered herself onto all fours, sprinting back to the other side of the ship where Gemstone would hopefully be. The insect Pok?mon soon followed suit, flying after the frightened Hanta; though not before giving the man another swift blow to the stomach.

"I'll kill you both!"[/b] Holding his stomach, Anderson began to give chase. Damn, his whole body hurt now. No way would he let a fucking Pok?mon embarrass him like that; he'd rip the bitch's wings off and beat her bleeding body with that Sentret's tail. Yeah, that sounded good. Now, which way? Ah, there was the Illumise! "Get the fuck back here!"

"That's him, Mommy!"[/b]

Having broken into a full sprint, Anderson couldn't stop; especially on the slightly wet deck of the ship. So, imagine his surprise when a large breasted woman stepped around the corner; holding a Sentret. That was the same one, too! The fur was the same color. This was the trainer? She looked like a whore; that very fact made him want to throw the creature overboard. But, what he might not have been expecting was the woman's willingness to protect her Pok?mon. "Hey, fucker; don't ever try to hurt my babies, got it?" And then, everything became a blur. The fist had come out so suddenly, slamming right into his cheek with such force that he was knocked back onto the deck, crashing down hard onto the wooden floor.

"Nice hit, Miss. Gemstone."

"Thanks, Vizsony. It could've been stronger, but I haven't been working out as much without Pierre waking me up every morning."

"Is he dead?"

"Hope not. Lawsuits are like, totally cuckoo-bananas."

"Ladies and gentleman, we'd like to take this opportunity to thank you for traveling with us today. We have now arrived at Angler's Warf, in the lovely Kairuu Region! Please make sure to collect all of your personal belongings, and do make sure to watch your step as you exit the ship. On behalf of all the crew, thank you and good luck on your journey!"

"Yay! We're here!"

"What should we do with him, Miss. Gemstone?"

"I guess we'll have to take him to the laboratory with us. Maybe the Professor can fix him up or something, you know?"

"Boo! He's mean!"

"I know, baby. It'll be okay though. I promise."[/color]

Later...

"He's coming to, Miss. Gemstone." Hovering above the becoming conscious man, the Illumise had been on constant watch, as the pop star herself was made to drag the man's unconscious body through the Angler's Warf. "I hope you learned to not mess with Miss. Gemstone."[/b]

"Yeah! Mommy will mess you up!"[/b]

"The fuck?"[/b]

"I brought you to the laboratory; is that what you wanted? You're welcome, then; we're just waiting for someone to answer the door."[/b]

"You..."[/b]

"Do I need to like, knock you out again, loser?"[/b]

"..."[/b]

[bijuu.]

For professor Hemlock's Pok?mon, there was no such thing as a day off ▬ not for Toni, at least. The ditzy Raichu was the self-proclaimed helper of newbies, but today, she had finally put her foot down on her male teammates and demanded some respect; perhaps this was why the monstrous Garchomp, Feud, and the faux-gallant Lucario, Jacques, were currently surrounded by hordes of infant Pok?mon, desperately trying to keep them in check. "Oi, you little bastard! Get! I said get, ya runt!!" the land shark roared, shaking the very foundations of the laboratory and effectively sending a few of the more cowardly female Nidoran and Chikorita scurrying for cover behind the blue-black jackal standing a few away, an exasperated sigh escaping the Lucario's jaws.

It was exercise time, as it should have been every day ▬ right now, Jacques and Feud both silently sainted the motherly Raichu in their heads. Surely it was a miracle she hadn't lost it yet, for Mew's sake! These brats were worse than a swarm of angry Beedrill during mating season. "Now, Totodile... erm, you... oh, Arceus, you hanging off the ugly brute's tail, let go, please." the Aura Pokémon barked in an attempt to coax the rebel Totodile to loosen his grip around Feud's tail fin ▬ the sharp baby teeth weren't gripping hard enough to draw blood; the Totodile just wanted to show off to his friends, a small gaggle of Totodile, Treecko, male Nidoran, and Charmander, who were expressing their approval with raucous cheers and stomps.

The normally placid dragon growled and swung his sinewy body in circles in an attempt to lock his clawed foreleg around the tiny crocodile chewing on his fifth appendage ▬ his efforts were futile, for all he was managing to do was allow the mischief maker to further elude him. Not to mention he was making himself very, very dizzy... hey, the ceiling wasn't supposed to be...!

CRASH.

The resounding noise following the Garchomp's spectacular fall was enough to make Jacques clamp his soot-black paws over his ears, cringing at the shocked squeaks and screams when the victorious Totodile pranced away with his friends, boasting about his triumph over the 'monster'. Pressing a frustrated paw to his forehead dramatically, the Lucario herded the youngsters back to their pens, leaving Feud to scratch up the floor as he rolled over, struggling to his feet, growling and cursing under his breath about being reduced to a pack-mule.

Once the Pokémon had been locked away, Jacques returned, cringing and shaking his head at the damage done to the floor. Lee wouldn't be too happy about that, but then again, Feud could most possibly get away with it anyway, so what was the point exactly? Just then, a sharp knock disturbed the quiet, and Jacques' ears pricked at full attention, crimson eyes fixed on the barrier. With a light step, the Lucario pranced to the door, wrestling with the doorknob for a few moments before finally swinging the door inward to see two humans, accompanied by two Pokémon.

The male of the pair was sprawled out on the ground, providing a moment's confusion to the Aura Pokémon, at least until Feud saw fit to come lumbering up to the door, flashing a winning, if not very toothy, grin at the newcomers ▬ the overall effect was rather intimidating, given the size and appearance of the Garchomp. "What've ya got, Jack? Ohh, lookit, a trainer for both o' us, ain't that lucky ▬ and they even got a pet each, how sweet!" the land shark rumbled, a sparse, coughing bark issuing forth from his throat; it could have been interpreted as a chortle of laughter.

Jacques made an honest attempt to push the Garchomp aside, not even managing to budge the dragon ▬ instead, he turned to Gemstone, inclining his head slightly out of courtesy for the young lady. "Please excuse my partner ▬ he's rather... blunt." he coughed, with a pointed glare at the Garchomp; the gaze went unnoticed by Feud, who had thrust his head forward to inspect the tiny Sentret in her owner's arms ▬ sharp yellow eyes looked over the Scout Pokémon for a moment, then issuing a disappointed snort. "Tha's human shampoo ▬ youse just a lap pet, ain't ya?" he growled, swinging his head to stare down at Anderson instead, cocking his head expectantly at the man. "Wha's yer excuse? Find summat interestin' down there?" he chortled at his own joke, at least until Jacques, quite intentionally pressed his palm spike against the Garchomp's thick hide.

"Ignore him, please." Jacques pleaded with a pained expression on his canine face. "Now... miss, young master, what are your chosen ambitions? Trainer, breeder, coordinator, or perhaps trainer-breeder, or coordinator-breeder?"

[Aroz]

How long was I out?

Damn; regardless of how hard it was to admit, and he would never voice this, that bimbo packed a punch. Sure, there were quite a few variables to add in, but damn. Hell, she was even strong enough to drag his entire body from the harbor to here? She must have been some sort of mutated freak or something like that. It was really the only explanation, right? That lightning bug thing couldn't have possibly helped at all, considering how weak it looked. And he had already forgotten about the little rat she carried in her arms. Yeah, she was just a freak. Oh well, at least she brought him to the right place instead of just leaving him on that disgusting, elderly-ridden ferry. And just in time for the door to open, too; perfect!


What the hell is this thing? The sight he was beholding was not something he had expected, nor desired, to see. Upside down or right side up, Anderson could still clearly discern that this thing that had opened the door was a) not the Professor nor was it b) human. Wasn't Professor...Hemlock, was it, supposed to be distributing these things to other people? Why the hell was this Pok?mon, another talker at that, greeting them? Did no one in this region have any sense? Allowing these things to walk around freely all the time; too much freedom, in his opinion.

Gemstone held a different opinion, however. "Yo," she sang cheerily, shooting up a peace sign to the Lucario; her Pok?mon soon followed suit. Was this the Professor? Did they allow Pok?mon to become Professors in this region? That would be interesting, no? But, as she soon realized, this was not likely. Her guide had told her that Lee Hemlock was often out, leaving his laboratory in the hands of his Pok?mon, or sometimes anyone he found off the streets. Dangerous? Probably. But what was life without risks? The Professor obviously knew how to live. Hot.

Oh? Her colored eyes widened at the appearance of a Garchomp; so the Professor had rare Pok?mon and powerful ones? Very nice. A smirk graced Gem's made-up face momentarily as she imagined her and the Professor hooking up; though she quickly laughed this off, internally of course. The very idea was absurd; hell, he was probably over half her age. Not only that, but a nerd? Really. The pop star's taste were far too peculiar for that kind of thing. Power was nothing without beauty of some kind, you know?

Besides, she wasn't into rude Pok?mon, either. How dare he assume that Viszony belonged to this loser on the ground next to her. The lightning bug obviously felt the same way, "Excuse me, don't assume I am with him. I am with Miss. Gemstone here." Hurriedly flying from the chest of the grounded male to the side of her trainer, the tiny insect angrily crossed her arms over one another. What a sickening idea that shark had come up with; she would never want to be stuck with such a vile, hate-filled individual. In fact, she felt sorry for whatever sap got stuck with him.

"It's fine," Gemstone replied, smiling towards the Lucario. At least he was kind. He was even trying to get the dragon Pok?mon out of the way; that idea was something the brunette could really get behind. As she could imagine, however, he was rather heavy and didn't even move. Too bad, right? Ugh. And, of course, he couldn't take a hint, either. Hanta was his target now, his face inches away from the Sentret's face and, by default, Gem's breast. Perverted creature! If she wasn't so afraid of getting her arm taken off, she'd have slapped him; that would've sent him flying for sure.
"And you're just rude."

"Yeah, rude! And at least I smell good, smelly!" A small, pink tongue shot out from the Sentret's mouth, though she quickly retracted it before the Garchomp could see it. Getting eaten wasn't on her planner, um, ever. The shiny creature loved her mommy's shampoo, anyways. It smelled like lavender and coconuts! And it made her pretty fur even more lustrous; everyone was, or should be, jealous of her, for sure! At least, that is what Gem said. Hanta liked to believe it, too.

Anderson, now the victim of the Garchomp's bluntness, quickly rose up from the ground, dusting himself off, scowling in the direction of the large Pok?mon. Annoying fuck. Ah well, at least the less annoying of the two was speaking again; and believe Mister Portousen, he had no qualms with ignoring the buffoonish shark. Besides, attempting to explain that it was this slut's fault that he was on the ground would just provoke more insults directed at him; yeah, he'd pass on those.

"I want to be a coordinator~ ♥"

"A trainer."

[bijuu.]

Feud ignored the tiny Sentret's comment, responding to it with only a sneering smile, and straightened himself back to his full, near seven-foot height. A rumbling snort of amused laughter fled him at being called 'rude' by the - in his eyes - little girl. She had a mouth on her herself, how could she be one to talk?

Though the Lucario immediately got the vibe that the female of the duo on the front porch of the laboratory was familiar with getting what she wanted ▬ excuse him, he just could not voice that opinion aloud despite his want to ▬ and by the disgusted look in her eyes at the close proximity at which Feud was inspecting her Sentret, she was very close to removing the shark herself. A barely audible sigh of relief sounded when the Garchomp finally relented his gaze and lumbered back into the laboratory in order to fulfill the requests of both the trainers; at least Feud hadn't needed encouragement in order to retrieve said items.

Now alone with both miss Gemstone and mister Portousen, Jacques appeared slightly pained. "Please do accept my apologies on behalf of Feud's insolence ▬ he means well." he amended the land shark's actions hastily, then standing aside to allow the two humans into the laboratory. "While he is retrieving your necessary items, shall we discuss your choice of beginner companion? The professor has got quite the selection, from your basic Fire-, Water-, and Grass-types from the regions of Kanto, Johto, Hoenn, and Sinnoh, though only recently he began stocking those of the Fighting-, Ground-, and Poison-types as well." the Lucario knowledgeably listed off, tapping one paw against the other in a very human gesture of counting.

"Ah! And, of course, for those indecisive few, the professor has a randomized system, through which you can receive a completely different species, whether by your own hand, or allowing the computer to choose for you. he added abruptly, as if as an afterthought, nodding confirmatively, satisfied now that he'd gotten that information out ▬ Jacques was very meticulous, if not critical of his own teammates, even, when it came to well-informed newcomers.

Feud returned moments later, one pouch hooked around each claw ▬ snorting in an amused fashion at both guests, he held out the two bags, one to Gemstone, and one to Anderson.

[ e v e n t ! ]
Anderson and Gemstone receive their starter packs!

x5 x1 x1 ______________________ x6 x3 x2 ______________________ x1 x1 x1

x5 x1 x1 ______________________ x6 x3 x2 ______________________ x1 x1 x1

[Aroz]

"Whatever. It's fine. I am already totally over it," the woman of the pair muttered, waving a hand towards the Lucario as she passed him; Hanta mimicked her trainer's actions. Of course, Gem wasn't really over it. She didn't get over anything really; forgive but don't forget was her credo. And even the actual forgiving part was rare. But you know what? She wanted her Pok?mon. Getting banned from the laboratory would not be in her best interest and it would behoove her to keep that in mind during her time here. If she was to get into a fight with the Professor's Pok?mon, well, she just didn't see that as wise. Besides, it isn't as if she'd be staying in this seaside town for too long anyways, so she wouldn't need to put up with him for too much longer either. Really, look now- he was already gone, even if it would only be for a few minutes. It was still long enough for her to regain her top model composure, right? Of course! "No normal types? Laaaaaaaame."

"Fighting types? Like Mankey?" Anderson asked. Honestly, he wasn't too concerned with what Pok?mon of fight he received. He was well aware that all of them would act as a good addition to his powerhouse Pok?mon team, but their was something about Mankey- well, no, not Mankey. While those primates were weak, worthless little creatures in their most basic form, the Snowpoint orphan was well aware of the strength that evolution granted them. The wild Primeape, Portousen figured, had a sort of advantage over other fighting types. While most of the other pieces of trash fought in some actual style, the monkey-like Pok?mon fought based solely off instinct. That would easily catch enemies off guard and winning was all that mattered to him. "If you have one, bring it out. I really don't care which one. Just bring me it in a Pok?ball so I can leave."

"Ew, fighting types? Totally gross." Well, this boy's taste in Pok?mon was just more proof how opposite the two were. If she ever met him again, it would be too soon. Those creatures were so...brutish. Nothing cute about them. The brunette would never be caught dead having on of them in her group. She'd really rather cut off her own arm. Seriously. What was she going to pick now, though? Viszony was but a temporary addition to her team; Gemstone really only liked the normal Pok?mon of the world. So simple and yet still so cute; just like her, except she wasn't really simple at all- but whatever, you get it, right? Luckily, she didn't have to think too long on the matter. The Lucario had seemingly forgot to add the little detail about random selection; that sounded much better to her. "That sounds like fun~ I'll do that. The computer can pick for me, I guess~"

"Ah, good idea, Miss. Gemstone. Now you have a chance, right?"

"Yay! Cross your fingers, Mommy!"

When the giant land shark returned, both of the humans quietly took their new belongings; Gemstone gave a half-hearted, nearly inaudible thank you while Anderson simply averted his gaze, doing his best to keep away from the monster.

[my brain is fried. xD try to ignore the shortness.]

[`jαzz]

The girl's question didn't come as any surprise to Jacques. In fact, many a trainer visited the lab and requested Pok?mon of the normal element, only to be denied. Truthfully, Lee found them to be a little bit cliché; being the eccentric character that he was, it was no wonder that he didn't make that specific type of element available to beginning trainers. Fighting-, Poison-, and Ground-types certainly offered much more variety.

The Lucario shook his head in an apologetic manner. "Unfortunately the Professor does not stock Normal-types. I'm sorry. ..But I wouldn't be surprised if sometime in the future he added them to list of available choices. We've been getting a good number of requests for them lately. ..Ah! Listen to me ramble. My apologies. Let's see about that randomized Pok?mon, shall we? If you'll follow me, I can direct you to the machine that handles this type of affair."

He made his way over to an odd-looking device that was situated in the far corner of the laboratory, waiting for her to join him. "This machine jumbles up hundreds of Poké Balls, depositing one into this tray." The jackal-like creature motioned to the slot in which the spheres were placed once randomized. "Now, I'll just press this button here...and the computer will do the rest for you!" Jacques announced.

The machine whirred to life, the large steel drum located deep within its confines proceeding to shuffle the many Poké Balls. After a few moments a slight 'ding~!' noise indicated the end of the process. A solitary red and white object tumbled out into the deposit tray, the Pok?mon within it waiting for its potential owner to release it.

[ Psst. The Poké Ball contains a male Taillow. ]

"Well, it seem tha' Jackie is tending to the little lady's affairs, so I'll help ya out with your beginner. Mankey, right? Alright, hang tight for just a sec." The hulking creature lumbered off, disappearing into an adjacent room. That kid, he was in some kind of hurry, wasn't he? He didn't even want to take the time to get to get to know any of the Pok?mon! The Garchomp made a 'tch'ing noise with his tongue, shaking his head in disapproval. That boy needed a serious reality check - perhaps this would straighten him out somewhat.

His claws awkwardly fumbled with a latch on one of the cabinet doors, but he eventually managed to get it open. Inside was one of the Mankeys' spherical containers, in which he grasped between his claws. Feud turned, making his way back to the pen in which the creatures were kept. "Alrighty then, who do we have here? Which one of ya lucky critters get to come with me?" His eyes scanned over the available options, his gaze finally coming to rest on one particular Mankey. She was a headstrong and independent gal, prone to the occasional aggressive streak, but she was not without a kind heart. Perhaps she was the antidote to the boy's ill-tempered nature.

"Ah, yeah. Perfect!" Feud recalled the Fighting-type into her ball, then returned to where Anderson stood. "Here ya go. One Mankey." Pressing the sphere into the boy's hand, the land shark took a step back. "Now, is there anythin' else I can help ya with?"

[ event ! ]
Anderson received his beginner - a Mankey!



name - --
gender - female
level - 5
attacks -
covet
scratch
low kick
leer
focus energy

[Aroz]