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BIC:
"Ah, Lady, I didn't expect you to get here so soon," Professor Oak says, setting down the box of pokeballs with a huff. Lady smiles politely in return, side-stepping as Professor Oak heads past her, towards one of the labs many windows.
"I hope that I'm not causing you any trouble, Professor," She says as she tails after him.
Oak laughs, "You've never been one to cause trouble, Lady, in fact, I'd say you're the antonym of trouble."
Lady blushes, “Thank you sir. But, ah, where is Professor Juniper and Professor Sycamore? My father told me they would be here as well, with pokemon from their own regions…”
Professor Oak nods, “Aurea is just down the road saying hello to an old friend. Augustine however…” He scratches his chin, “I suppose he is just running a little late.”
Lady looks about the sterile white lab, “I don’t understand my father’s issue with me receiving a normal starter pokemon, this is too much. You should all be continuing your research, not being paid by my father to bring an odd ball pokemon from another region.”
Oak turns around at that, and crosses his arms. He looks up at the ceiling, seemingly in deep thought, “I’ve known your father since he was ten years old and starting his journey. You know he grew up in Pallet Town, correct?”
Lady shakes her head, “He doesn’t like to talk about himself.”
“Well, he got his first pokemon, a Charmander from me when he turned ten. He was the first to arrive, second to my grandson. He actually refused to take a pokedex with him oddly enough, claiming that he didn’t want me to expect him to have something done that he probably would never have a chance to do,” Oak starts to clear off one of the metal tables.
“Your father became Champion, but was defeated by my grandson. A shame really, Gary would have been a more modest person if he hadn’t won that battle. Anyway, your father went to Johto, Hoenn, Sinnoh, Unova, and then here to Kalos, but he never took on the Elite Four or the Champion ever again. Actually, up until you were born, he spent all his time either talking to your mother or training his team.”
“I didn’t know that,” Lady says, looking rather thoughtful, “Can I ask you a question though?”
“Of course,” Oak say, pulling a pokeball from his pocket and resting it upon the clear table.
“Do you know why my father wouldn’t let me leave till now? To go on my journey, I mean. All my friends left five years ago, and I...well I just want to know,” Lady says. She catches the pokeball as it rolls off the table and watches Oak as he goes to retrieve a stand from the crate he was hauling before. He puts it on the table and Lady places the pokeball on it. She rocks from heel to toe with a studying expression.
“No,” Oak says finally, “I’ve asked him many times, but he never told me why, just that you weren’t ready.”
Lady tucks a strand of her red velvet hair behind her ear, “Okay, thank you through.”
“Samuel?”
Oak turns with a smile, “Aurea! How are you?”
Aurea tosses a pokeball in Oak’s direction and bursts out laughing as it hits him in the head. Lady lunges to grasp it, catching it with her left hand. She rests it on one of the stands.
Oak rubs his head, “Why is that always the way you greet me? You don’t throw things at Rowan or Birch.”
Aurea winks at him, “Rowan is too old to play these games with me and Birch was getting attacked by a group of angry Spearow the only time I’ve met him.”
“Oh, I’m not too old?” Oak says in exasperation, “I’m eighty years old!”
“And I’m forty-five, and yet you don’t see me complaining,” Aurea says.
Lady giggles and Oak turns on her, “Oh, so you’re siding with her?”
Lady shakes her head, “I’m not siding with either of you.”
“Birch you do not need to hold open the door for me, I’m not a cranberry.”
“I know you’re not a cranberry, I’m just trying to- OW!”
“Rowan,” Aurea laughs, “Give Birch a break, he’s almost as ancient as Samuel.”
“Am not!” Birch says, nearly letting the door hit Rowan in the face. Rowan glares as Birch sheepishly opens it wider.
Rowan leans heavily on his walker, “At least hold the door open correctly.”
Lady rushes forwards to take the heavy bag out of the walkers’ basket, “Please sir, allow me to help.”
Rowan frowns, “Who are you supposed to be?”
“Lady Skyland, sir,” Lady says with a kind smile. Rowans bushy brows raise up the expanse of his forehead, “Skyland? As in Kamon Skyland?”
“Yes, sir, that would be my father,” Lady says. She places the professor's brief case on the floor, and pulls one of the office chairs from a desk. Rowan glares at Birch again, “Grab the pokeball from my briefcase.”
Birch sighs, placing his own pokeball on a stand, but grabs the briefcase and pulls out another pokeball, placing it alongside the others. Lady wheels the chair over to Rowan, “Here you go.”
“Thank you,” Rowan says gruffly, “If only Birch over here were as helpful as you.”
Birch’s jaw drops, “You can’t be serious!”
“Sorry I’m late, I was trying to get the egg to hatch,” Professor Sycamore says as he bursts through the doors, “But I finally have it.”
Sycamore places a pokeball on the last available stand, and grins at Lady, “Good to see you again! Ca va (how are you)?”
“Je suis bien, merci. Et toi (I am good. You)?” Lady says kindly. The other professors calm down into a more professional manner, and stand quietly, each staring at the pokeballs on the table before them.
“Great,” Sycamore says, “Are you ready to receive your first pokemon?”
Lady looks back to the pokeballs before her, “As I’ll ever be.”
Each professor grabs the pokeball they brought (aside from Rowan, who grudgingly let Birch release his choice), and releases their pokemon. Lady doesn’t see the rest,oddly enough much to her enjoyment, because she is immediately tackled by a fluffy ball of gray fur, “Potchy!”
“Potchy?” Five of the six professors say.
Birch, on the other hand, grins wider, “I thought you would appreciate seeing him again.”
“Again?” Oak says, “She’s seen this Poochyena before? But she’s never left Lumiose, let alone Kalos.”
“Her father invited me here a few years ago,” Birch says, “She was about to turn ten, so I brought this guy with to offer her as a starter. Her father refused to let her keep him, but she was so attached that I kept him for her.”
“Well,” Sycamore says as Lady cuddles Potchy, “I’m assuming that you’ve chosen to use Poochyena?”
Lady nods, stand up and dusting herself off. Potchy jumps up with his forepaws on her leg. She smiles and picks him up, holding him in her arms.
“Well,” Sycamore says with a frown, “I assumed this would take longer, but I assumed the other kids I invited to pick out of the others are-”
“Wait!” Calls a new voice.
BIC:
"Ah, Lady, I didn't expect you to get here so soon," Professor Oak says, setting down the box of pokeballs with a huff. Lady smiles politely in return, side-stepping as Professor Oak heads past her, towards one of the labs many windows.
"I hope that I'm not causing you any trouble, Professor," She says as she tails after him.
Oak laughs, "You've never been one to cause trouble, Lady, in fact, I'd say you're the antonym of trouble."
Lady blushes, “Thank you sir. But, ah, where is Professor Juniper and Professor Sycamore? My father told me they would be here as well, with pokemon from their own regions…”
Professor Oak nods, “Aurea is just down the road saying hello to an old friend. Augustine however…” He scratches his chin, “I suppose he is just running a little late.”
Lady looks about the sterile white lab, “I don’t understand my father’s issue with me receiving a normal starter pokemon, this is too much. You should all be continuing your research, not being paid by my father to bring an odd ball pokemon from another region.”
Oak turns around at that, and crosses his arms. He looks up at the ceiling, seemingly in deep thought, “I’ve known your father since he was ten years old and starting his journey. You know he grew up in Pallet Town, correct?”
Lady shakes her head, “He doesn’t like to talk about himself.”
“Well, he got his first pokemon, a Charmander from me when he turned ten. He was the first to arrive, second to my grandson. He actually refused to take a pokedex with him oddly enough, claiming that he didn’t want me to expect him to have something done that he probably would never have a chance to do,” Oak starts to clear off one of the metal tables.
“Your father became Champion, but was defeated by my grandson. A shame really, Gary would have been a more modest person if he hadn’t won that battle. Anyway, your father went to Johto, Hoenn, Sinnoh, Unova, and then here to Kalos, but he never took on the Elite Four or the Champion ever again. Actually, up until you were born, he spent all his time either talking to your mother or training his team.”
“I didn’t know that,” Lady says, looking rather thoughtful, “Can I ask you a question though?”
“Of course,” Oak say, pulling a pokeball from his pocket and resting it upon the clear table.
“Do you know why my father wouldn’t let me leave till now? To go on my journey, I mean. All my friends left five years ago, and I...well I just want to know,” Lady says. She catches the pokeball as it rolls off the table and watches Oak as he goes to retrieve a stand from the crate he was hauling before. He puts it on the table and Lady places the pokeball on it. She rocks from heel to toe with a studying expression.
“No,” Oak says finally, “I’ve asked him many times, but he never told me why, just that you weren’t ready.”
Lady tucks a strand of her red velvet hair behind her ear, “Okay, thank you through.”
“Samuel?”
Oak turns with a smile, “Aurea! How are you?”
Aurea tosses a pokeball in Oak’s direction and bursts out laughing as it hits him in the head. Lady lunges to grasp it, catching it with her left hand. She rests it on one of the stands.
Oak rubs his head, “Why is that always the way you greet me? You don’t throw things at Rowan or Birch.”
Aurea winks at him, “Rowan is too old to play these games with me and Birch was getting attacked by a group of angry Spearow the only time I’ve met him.”
“Oh, I’m not too old?” Oak says in exasperation, “I’m eighty years old!”
“And I’m forty-five, and yet you don’t see me complaining,” Aurea says.
Lady giggles and Oak turns on her, “Oh, so you’re siding with her?”
Lady shakes her head, “I’m not siding with either of you.”
“Birch you do not need to hold open the door for me, I’m not a cranberry.”
“I know you’re not a cranberry, I’m just trying to- OW!”
“Rowan,” Aurea laughs, “Give Birch a break, he’s almost as ancient as Samuel.”
“Am not!” Birch says, nearly letting the door hit Rowan in the face. Rowan glares as Birch sheepishly opens it wider.
Rowan leans heavily on his walker, “At least hold the door open correctly.”
Lady rushes forwards to take the heavy bag out of the walkers’ basket, “Please sir, allow me to help.”
Rowan frowns, “Who are you supposed to be?”
“Lady Skyland, sir,” Lady says with a kind smile. Rowans bushy brows raise up the expanse of his forehead, “Skyland? As in Kamon Skyland?”
“Yes, sir, that would be my father,” Lady says. She places the professor's brief case on the floor, and pulls one of the office chairs from a desk. Rowan glares at Birch again, “Grab the pokeball from my briefcase.”
Birch sighs, placing his own pokeball on a stand, but grabs the briefcase and pulls out another pokeball, placing it alongside the others. Lady wheels the chair over to Rowan, “Here you go.”
“Thank you,” Rowan says gruffly, “If only Birch over here were as helpful as you.”
Birch’s jaw drops, “You can’t be serious!”
“Sorry I’m late, I was trying to get the egg to hatch,” Professor Sycamore says as he bursts through the doors, “But I finally have it.”
Sycamore places a pokeball on the last available stand, and grins at Lady, “Good to see you again! Ca va (how are you)?”
“Je suis bien, merci. Et toi (I am good. You)?” Lady says kindly. The other professors calm down into a more professional manner, and stand quietly, each staring at the pokeballs on the table before them.
“Great,” Sycamore says, “Are you ready to receive your first pokemon?”
Lady looks back to the pokeballs before her, “As I’ll ever be.”
Each professor grabs the pokeball they brought (aside from Rowan, who grudgingly let Birch release his choice), and releases their pokemon. Lady doesn’t see the rest,oddly enough much to her enjoyment, because she is immediately tackled by a fluffy ball of gray fur, “Potchy!”
“Potchy?” Five of the six professors say.
Birch, on the other hand, grins wider, “I thought you would appreciate seeing him again.”
“Again?” Oak says, “She’s seen this Poochyena before? But she’s never left Lumiose, let alone Kalos.”
“Her father invited me here a few years ago,” Birch says, “She was about to turn ten, so I brought this guy with to offer her as a starter. Her father refused to let her keep him, but she was so attached that I kept him for her.”
“Well,” Sycamore says as Lady cuddles Potchy, “I’m assuming that you’ve chosen to use Poochyena?”
Lady nods, stand up and dusting herself off. Potchy jumps up with his forepaws on her leg. She smiles and picks him up, holding him in her arms.
“Well,” Sycamore says with a frown, “I assumed this would take longer, but I assumed the other kids I invited to pick out of the others are-”
“Wait!” Calls a new voice.
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I try to, really! I just normally write in future tense, so I end up switching in habit. I'll make sure to check for it next time.))
