let the hurricane set in motion,`[C]

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The large ship lurched forward through the white froth, the choppy waves breaking against the thick steel hull with turbulent force. Jarek leaned against the railing of the ship's upper deck, seemingly oblivious to the oscillations beneath his feet. Dark thunderclouds had long since blotted out the sun, quite literally holding the threat of rain above everyone's heads. For most people it wasn't a particularly nice day to be sailing, nor to be journeying to Angler's Wharf in hopes of obtaining a starter Pokémon from the resident laboratory.

As the young man looked out at all of the faces that crowded the ocean liner, he could detect no faint glimmer of hope in any of them. Prospective trainers, he assumed, each of them having spent years playing out this day in their heads. What was the image that came to their minds, he wondered. Smooth sailing? A perfect, cloudless day? Jarek couldn't understand it. How could anyone hope predict the outcome of a particular day so far in advance? That sort of thing was out of human hands. He didn't so much as bat an eyelash at the thought; he rather enjoyed the rain.

"You know, you might want to give that whole starter thing some thought before we actually make port."

Jarek gave a heavy sigh, his facial features contorting into that of a grimace. He had no time for punk kids who thought it cool to assert themselves as some kind of know-it-all. "To je ale otrava...what a damned nuisance. Look, kid, go fuck with someone else." Turning around, he expected to come face to face with the owner of the obnoxious voice. Instead, he saw no one. No one that seemed to be addressing him anyway.

"Hey! Who are you calling a nuisance? C'mon, you idiot. Down here!" the voice called out again, this time with an agitated tone. This time Jarek had the good sense to look down. A rather perturbed looking Wooper glared up at him. If the creature had arms he would have been crossing them. Jarek blinked, not knowing quite what to say. Surely Murphy couldn't have been speaking, unless of course he'd somehow acquired instant knowledge on the entire English and Czech languages. "Don't look so surprised, genius. If you knew anything about this region, or at least listened to some of the conversation taking place on this floating tin can, you'd know the Pokémon here can talk. Cool, right?" the Wooper continued on, shaking his head at his trainer.

Jarek raised an eyebrow, looking slightly bored. "Wonderful. I suppose now I'll have to listen to your nonstop babbling, right?" Murphy scowled at the comment, which prompted a laugh from the young man. "Uvolnit, relax. Don't take everything so literally, Murphy. I sure as hell wouldn't have taken you along with me if I didn't want you around," he reminded the Wooper. At this the Pokémon seemed to lighten up and he rubbed against Jarek's leg affectionately. The gesture left a small streak of mucous on his jeans.

Jarek's neutral expression transformed into one of slight repulsion. "Aw, shit.. Really, Murphy? The small blue Pokémon drew back, as if suddenly realizing his mistake. "Ah! I'm sorry, Jarek! At least you're wearing jeans," Murphy pointed out, playing that trademark 'innocent card' of his. Rolling his eyes, Jarek once again turned his attention towards the sea. This time, however, he was met with the sight of a large landmass jutting out from the surface of the churning sea.

"Hey, cool! Look at that!" Murphy hopped up and down excitedly as the ship slowed to approach the dock. Jarek too felt a pang of excitement -- or was that just a symptom of sudden seasickness? He couldn't quite tell. Nevertheless, he felt somewhat relieved that they had finally made landfall. It was about time. Gathering up his empty satchel, Jarek followed the throngs of eager future trainers and coordinators off of the ship. There was quite a lot of pushing and shoving, and Jarek was not hesitant when it came to utilizing his tasteful vocabulary. Murphy remained close, not wanting to become separated amidst the large crowd.

"You know, I much rather preferred making our way through the sea while we were on the ship," Jarek muttered darkly as he pushed past a group of giggling teenagers. The Wooper wore a dumbfounded look on his face. It was only after contemplating the comment for a few moments that he finally processed its meaning. "Oh! You mean like a sea of people...and the sea...and...oh..." he murmured as he scampered alongside Jarek's boots.

It took a less than half a second for Jarek to realize that he was no longer walking forward but falling rather ungracefully to the ground. Fortunately he managed to catch himself before his face kissed the hard earth, though at the expense of the skin on his palms. "What the hell..?!" came his angry snarl. He quickly got to his feet, his wild eyes darting about in hopes of finding the source of his misfortune. A feminine laugh sounded from behind him, and he whipped his head around to see a Bulbasaur standing not ten feet from where he lay, vine stretched low across the ground.

The brash young man wasted no time in storming up to the Grass type. "Hele! Hey! What is your problem? Why did you trip me?" Jarek barked, pointing an accusing finger in the creature's direction. "To have some fun. Couldn't stand to see you walking around with that stick shoved up your--" Jarek cut in, effectively interrupting her. "What the fuck is your problem? Don't you have a trainer to be running back to, or something?"

The Bulbasaur appeared taken aback, but the shock lasted for only a fraction of a second; had one not been paying attention, they wouldn't have noticed such a minuscule fluctuation in her demeanor. "No, actually. My trainer left me here. Said they'd be right back and everything. Guess they had better things to do, huh? Not that I care." She trotted around Jarek and Murphy, as if sizing them up. "Anyway, you two sad sacks could use a little zest in your lives. I think we'll all get along swimmingly! You can call me Zinnia."

Jarek snapped his jaw shut; apparently it had become agape sometime during the Bulbasaur's little introduction. "Hang on. You honestly think I'm going to let you-- Hey!

[/b]" He hardly had time to react before Zinnia delivered a headbutt to his backpack, sending his only Pokéball tumbling to the ground. Flashing him a devious grin, she tapped her head against it, disappearing in a flash of red light. "Guess 'no' wasn't an option, huh?[/b]" Murphy remarked, but Jarek ignored him. It was a few seconds after the capsule stopped wriggling that the Bulbasaur appeared again, this time in a flash of white light. "Do you mind?! That was my last Pokéball! Now what?" He was on the verge of exploding. Zinnia only laughed. "Don't get your panties in a wad, honey. You'll get more at the lab. Speaking of which, you should hightail your butt there. I hear that's where all beginning trainers or whatever go." Jarek replied by grinding his teeth and holding her Pokéball tightly as he withdrew her. Mumbling and grumbling, Jarek stormed off towards the laboratory. Hopefully whatever starter he received there would be somewhat normal.

~

The professor's introduction was short and sweet. Jarek liked that; perhaps the man had realized that his most recent patron didn't care of any of that unnecessary fluff. After listening to the various options available when it came to choosing a starter, the irritated young man eventually chose to leave everything in the hands of Lee Hemlock and go with the 'catch-your-own' choice. He had no prior experience as a trainer, and Murphy suggested that watching a pro would aid in getting a little first-hand experience.

"...And which of my Pokémon did you want to take with you to the...what was it you said? The garden patch?" inquired the professor.

"..Yeah, that's right. And uh...I'll go with your..uh.." Jarek allowed his sentence to trail off as he nodded towards the fierce-looking Pidgeotto. He wasn't well educated when it came to Pokémon. The name of the bird escaped him.

"Very well, then! Good choice. Now, if you'll follow me, we can capture you a starter Pokémon and you can be on your way."

Jarek silently obliged and followed the young professor and his Pokémon outside and towards the garden patch. Hopefully luck would be on his side this go-around.



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ooc; oh hi thar. c: hey lookit! a mod post from the person who wasn't supposed to be let loose~

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Colorful little wings brought a bored little songbird to hover above a particularly scion extended far out from a thickly-leafed tree. Slowly the bird descended, perching on the branch that seemed likely to snap in half at any moment. Twittering and tweeting, the Chatot stretched its wings, basking in the warmth of the sunlight that reflected brightly off its black tail and music-note adorned scalp.

Soon boring of simply sitting there and watching Metapod trying to evolve on the tree, the Chatot once more took flight. For some time he concentrated on circling the city before he finally brought himself down into a cozy little flowery garden patch. The pretty bright yellow, red, and orange blossoms distracted him, and he couldn't help but chirp out a pretty little tune to form some poetic verse about spring and summer and how beauty died in the fall. Once, a Budew interrupted him, asking why he was talking to himself, and he lashed out, cursing and attacking the poor little bud. But soon he returned to the flowers and his attempt at poetry.

Only but a few moments after his first interruption, the Chatot heard footsteps not far behind. Anger boiled in his blood and he jumped around, his talons scraping at the dirt in annoyance. Glaring at the humans as they approached, the Chatot flapped his wings with fervor and let out a shrill cry of aggravation before he shot forward, mind set on killing those whom dared interrupt him.

A wild Chatot has attacked!

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ooc; hopefully you don't mind if i finish this thread up, alli. if only to save you the trouble of having type up the very end.. ^^;

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Unfortunately for the Chatot, the Pidgeotto proved to be more than he could handle, despite his zealous and almost frenzied attempt at a counterattack. Da'Aren executed a perfect Aerial Ace, leaving the colorful bird lying haphazardly on the soft earth, a dazed look clouding his features. The proud Pidgeotto fluttered back to the professor, settling gracefully on the man's outstretched arm.

"Well, that certainly didn't take long at all," the professor commented, chuckling slightly. He approached the little musical bird, rummaging about in one of the pockets of his pants. After a second or two he pulled a Pokéball from its confines, of which he tapped lightly against a tuft of multi-colored feathers once it had expanded to its full size. The creature disappeared in a flash of light, allowing Lee to return to where Jarek stood.

"Here you are! And here are your items, before I forget. It contains the bare necessities, if you will. A couple of Potions, a Pokéball, a Badge Case, and Fashion Case..depending on your career preferences," the professor explained as he placed the red and white capsule as well as the item kit in Jarek's waiting hands. "Good luck to you!

Jarek receives a Chatot from the professor!

level 5, male
ability - tangled feet or keen eye
moves - peck, growl


x1, x2, badge case, fashion case, pokédex

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Heh, that's perfectly fine, Jazzums. <3

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