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HATE THE RICH, HATE THE HAPPY, HATE THE COMPLACENT. TV WATCHERS, BEER DRINKERS, THE SATISFIED ONES. BECAUSE I KNOW I CAN BE ALL THOSE LITTLE HATEFUL THINGS AND THEN I HATE MYSELF FOR REALIZING THAT. BE SAFE, BE SAFE.
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To say that Hoenn and Kalos were different would be the understatement of the century. Hoenn was old-fashioned at heart, in tune with nature, and didn’t concern itself with modern trends as the latter region. It was a simple place with simple people and simple systems, all built around the common belief that people and pokemon should live in peace with each other.
He hated it.
He hated how everything smelled like a broken grill (not really). He hated how raw the terrain was, not only in the routes but even in the civilized areas. He hated how the people barely kept up with trends and how most of the population consisted of rustic, greedy nimrods who scavenged the earth to fulfill their materialistic desires. He hated how this place survived after so many years of abandonment.
But most of all, he HATED the heat. It was like someone had thrown him in the oven and set it to ‘human roast’. He wouldn’t be surprised if the bottoms of his sandals had long since melted off and merged with the dirt, which would be disappointing since he really liked walking in these things. Even worse, traces of ash had gotten on his clothes while he made his trip, nearly ruining his vest until he managed to switch to his hoodie.
He muttered complaints and curses under his breath as he pulled the hood further down. The sun was still trying to fry him with its glare. His comfortable hoodie was definitely feeling like a wearable cooking oven right now. He decided to change once he got his tasks done.
Littleroot didn’t seem like it was being drizzled by ash anyways. It was a quaint town worthy of its meek name, just barely a dot on the Hoenn map. The only reason people even took the liberty of visiting it was solely for the Pokemon Lab situated in the area. If it weren’t for that one attraction, the place would definitely go bust. He smirked at the thought. He passed by a few small houses, having to go to a little ways off in order to find the lone building that had a sign labeling it as a Laboratory. He hastened his pace, taking quick steps to the entrance.
He barged inside the building, taking only a few seconds to examine the interior for any others. “HEY, is anyone even working here right now?! I’m supposed to get my pokemon!”
As a young Assistant Jeremy has yet to actually go anywhere other than Hoenn, though he deeply wished to travel all around the different regions he felt like his home would always be in Hoenn, the serene wonders of a land that has yet to fall in line with regions like Kalos and Unova, not that there was anything wrong with how developed they were! It was simply what Jeremy preferred in all honesty, he enjoyed the silence and softness of the world around him when he was in Hoenn, of course little did he know that there was going to be a little brat of a boy to barge into the building and disrupt not only his thoughts but the experiment he was going through right now. He was leaning down and watching an egg wiggle slowly in a case, a new mother Rapidash warming the egg slowly and seeming to be urging the baby out of the egg with soft brushes from her muzzle. It was a wonderful sight, and it was rare to even be able to witness such a thing but because Jeremy pretty much was this Rapidash's trainer there was a wonderful connection between the two and he was the shining example of excitement. Not only for himself but for the Pokemon and the new baby Ponyta that was going to enter this world in just a moment-a chime echoed through the lab, indicating a newcomer, probably a trainer because the people that worked here entered the back way with a key.
"Damn."
He murmured but hoped that they would be patient and wait, it should only take just another few minutes before the egg hatches-and no the little brat just had to yell out. Jeremy let out a groan, the yelling startling the mother and causing the egg to still. Drat! So close, he murmured words of encouragement to the Rapidash and then left to go see the boy that he felt he should kick out for disrupting everything but no, no Jeremy you need to be professional, deep breathes.
"Of course someone is here, we don't leave the lab unattended...anyway I'll get your choices ready in just a moment, please show some patience."
He said, tone clear and calm with no hint of the annoyance he very clearly felt towards the boy, was this kid even old enough to go out on his own? He swore his little sister who was ten was taller than this kid. Whatever. He pressed a few keys on the keyboard and the computer showed him the available Pokemon for the trainers today and he left to go get them, one he found rather ironic considering there was a Rapidash and soon-to-be Ponyta in the indoor nest. He put the three pokeballs on display and pointed to each one.
"Your choices are Blitzle, the electric type, Bulbasaur, the grass type, or Ponyta the fire type. You can let them out and get to know them if you want."
Usually he would tell the trainers that he recommends that way of going about it but it usually had people here for way longer, he found he didn't care much if the rude, impatient kid left after picking out a Pokemon at random. Don't look at him like that he can't be rude so he has to take the little victories while he can.
HATE THE RICH, HATE THE HAPPY, HATE THE COMPLACENT. TV WATCHERS, BEER DRINKERS, THE SATISFIED ONES. BECAUSE I KNOW I CAN BE ALL THOSE LITTLE HATEFUL THINGS AND THEN I HATE MYSELF FOR REALIZING THAT. BE SAFE, BE SAFE.
Asher impatiently tapped his foot on the polished floor as he waited. His hands were shoved down the pockets of his hoodie, curling and uncurling into fists as he tried to calm himself. Sure, this place wasn’t exactly his ideal region to start in (quite the opposite, actually), but he didn’t have a choice. He had to complete the goal he had set for himself. He had to be mature and uphold his responsibilities. Mature as he tried to be, he still couldn’t help but feel anxious about meeting a new partner. Not a good anxious, no, the terrible kind of anxious that made him want to run out the building and search for Vully. If things went the same way as it did with his previous partner, he wouldn’t want one at all.
Unfortunately, that wasn’t how the world worked and he’d have his face eaten by wild pokemon if he didn’t cooperate. So, he simply went with it. Now if only someone would actually get here and GIVE him a—
Oh, well speak of the devil. “Finally! Can’t believe this place doesn’t have someone actively attending the front. Are you the only one here? Budget cuts?” He snickered. “I feel sorry for you, then.”Nah, not really.
The assistant then explained he had to retrieve the starters. “Yeah, yeah, sure…” Asher said, idly brushing off the traces of ash from his hoodie.
It wasn’t long before the man returned with three pokeballs in hand. He placed them on display, dictating the pokemon species and their respective types. So he had a Blitzle, a Bulbasaur, and a Ponyta to choose from. The first was just below decent. He estimated it could evolve into a potential fighter but it was nothing too special. Easily replaced. Second was a bit better; it would learn a lot of moves that could incapacitate the opponent, as most grass types do. However, he personally didn’t like grass types all that much. They had too many weaknesses and were considered the ‘easiest’ to train. The third…
He snapped out of his thoughts, mouth turning into a blatant frown before he snapped his head to the assistant. “You’ve got to be kidding me. This is a terrible lineup.” He pressed two fingers to his temple, as though the sheer crudeness of the pokemon he was offered was enough to make his head ache.
“Screw it.” He walked over to the display, releasing each pokemon one by one. At the third, he seemed to hesitate, but still opened it.
“Alright, so which one of you actually has the guts to become a top fighter?”
"oh crap!" the voice of westly called as he quickly found that his alarm had simply not gone off. It wasn't like him to be late to these things, and he would have to suffer for no breakfast in exchange for being on time to the lab. He had scheduled his boat ride, and his stay to be precise so the lab wouldn't be busy when he arrived. He had even talked to a lovely assistant named Jeremy. Everything was set up for his journey through Hoenn, and everything he had been taught was slowly coming into focus. He could do this, he knew how to survive on his own after all.
A small bit of pain clutched at his chest at the thought though, he really was alone wasn't he? Quickly the boy closed his eyes and shook his head as he pulled on his clothes lined with a black jacket and a sweater over that. It was getting a bit chilly for the colder months ahead of them. The leaves on the trees were starting to change colors and fall as well, which meant that winter wasn't far away from approaching. Maybe he would be able to find out what had happened that had taken his father's life all those years ago, and it was Hoenn that had done it. There was always the chance that his father could be alive but he would have come for him right?
Trying to push such emotions under the brick wall again, he made his way to the lab. There weren't many out, since the wind was raising up and the cold was dropping in. If it wasn't for getting his pokemon, Westly probably wouldn't be out in the cold either. So instead of saying something about it the trainer quietly made his way through the town pulling his jacket around himself to protect him from the cold. Finally making it to the door he slowly pushed it open and entered with a bit of a shiver quickly closing the door behind him lest he let any of the cold air in. It just so happened to be when he heard the other want to be trainer yelling.
A frown crossed his face as he found them a little further in. "that isn't any way to talk to a pokemon that is about to be your partner" he said with a frown to the boy before looking at the other who he assumed was who he had talked to. Putting a small smile on his face he offered his hand. "you must be jeremy right? i'm westly, i spoke with you yesterday"
You know you reached a bad point in your career when the first thought that pops into your head when you think, "Oh I'm a ____" is "They don't pay me enough for this bullshit." And that is exactly where Jeremy is at in his career right now. Maybe he should have realized that when the older assistant smiled at him in a creepy way and shook his hand, quickly passing off all his duties to him and going up higher on the lab scale. Newbies get all the bullshit and he was fine with that for a while, at least until he really started realizing what that was. Jeremy was only twenty years old, he felt like he had his whole life ahead of him and yes of course he still wanted to fall in love and have kids and all that white picket fence living type of deal, and yes he was saving up his money for that very same kind of thing because he was nothing if not diligent and hard working and overall quite a nice guy. Obviously because he doesn't give people attitudes no matter how much they deserve it and he was worried about this less than ten year old looking kid going off on his own with only a Pokemon, especially with an attitude like that. 'He's going to get himself killed.' Was the very clear thought that echoed through poor Jeremy's head as he listened to this little brat be exactly that, a little brat. Impatient and very thick headed, rude as all heck and there was almost no filter on this kid. Oh yes he was going to get in trouble with life. He was worried, oh gosh kid consider yourself lucky that you have someone worried about that bratty butt of yours. Oh Jeremy, you would make such a good mom father if this job wouldn't probably slowly make you hate children.
He held back a sigh at the child's antics but didn't say anything though when he opened the pokeballs and spoke to the pokemon he was about to scold the young soon-to-be trainer about the proper way of treating a Pokemon, that was until someone else beat him to it. He had noticed the chime, he ignored it for the fact of focusing on what this kid was doing but then when the other adult spoke Jeremy looked towards him and smiled at him, oh good! Someone who seemed decent, the young assistant ran a hand through his hair, he swore his brown hair was going to turn grey if this kept up any further before he stuck his other hand out in greeting of the teenager named Westley, he tried not to let his relief show.
"It's nice to meet you in person Westly, I remember talking with you and I put a pokemon aside for you..."
He started, glancing over at the three pokemon that were staring at Asher, the electric horse stomped it's hoof, snorting and tossed his head, teeth bared a little and sparks flying from each slow stomp of his hoof. <<Who needs guts when I have skill?>> The confident Blitzle whinnied, green eyes shining brightly and confidently, the Bulbasaur looked down at the sparks and moved away, vines attempting to trip up the stupid, bellowing electric type, the Bulbasaur succeeded and looked on with a smirk as the Blitzle's hoof got wrapped in his vine and promptly fell to the side. <<Don't say things you can't back up.>> Which promptly caused the two to start bickering, both hot headed and hating each other right off the bat, good thing they weren't going together. The Ponyta ignored the fighting pokemon and she looked confidently at the young trainer, <<I'll be the best, I'm sure of it!>> Nothing less than the best for her trainer right? It was what Pokemon were supposed to do, be the best they could be, work hard for their trainer.
"Anyway...here lets go get your pokemon Westly."
He motioned the teenager over to him, going towards the back room where they were held, he brought out three pokeballs for the teen.
"Here are your choices, Tepig, Oshawott, and Lillipup."
He really lead the other out in order to give the kid some alone time with the pokemon, though was keeping a close eye on them from the window the door had.
"Would you like to meet them as well?"
He asked curiously, head tilting to the side. EspurrUmbreon
HATE THE RICH, HATE THE HAPPY, HATE THE COMPLACENT. TV WATCHERS, BEER DRINKERS, THE SATISFIED ONES. BECAUSE I KNOW I CAN BE ALL THOSE LITTLE HATEFUL THINGS AND THEN I HATE MYSELF FOR REALIZING THAT. BE SAFE, BE SAFE.
If only Asher cared. Which he didn’t, not by a long shot. He knew he was rude, brash, and all sorts of that. He’d been told that millions of times. Did their words matter? Hell no. It just meant they were thin-skinned. People who couldn’t stand up for themselves were the ones who wouldn’t survive in the real world. The scientist was just like that. And it seemed someone else was, too.
The boy turned his head to the newcomer, some hick-looking teenager with a crummy haircut and layers of outdated clothes. He raised a brow, not finding the layers sensible. He literally felt like he was going through a heat wave while trudging out there, how could this guy feel cold? Then again, he supposed Kalos was colder in comparison. Well, that wasn’t his problem then. What was his problem, was the fact this pathetic excuse of a guy was trying to lecture him. He smiled sweetly. “Oh, why thank you for that advice!” The smile faltered as quick and heavy as concrete blocks. “Now va te faire voir and mind your own business, chicken legs.”
With that nice sample of burn out of the way, it was time for Asher to inspect the first impressions of his potential partners. First impressions meant everything, after all. He crossed his arms over his chest, greeting the gazes of the three pokemon with an expectant look of his own. The first to act was the Blitzle, which was definitely something of a bold nature, as shown by its dignified presentation and… rather commendable response. The boy smirked, nodding in approval. “That is actually a good point. Skill is everything. Guts just come with it.”
And right as he was about to consider the electric type, the Bulbasaur reacted. In a matter of seconds the arrogant Blitzle was sent toppling ungracefully to the floor. The remark left by the grass type only added insult to injury. Asher stared in disapproval at the electric pokemon, not at all pleased with the sudden show of embarrassment. Although, he did find it impressive that the Bulbasaur stood up for itself. That and, well, he found sass amusing and appealing when executed well. “Wow, burn,” He said flatly.
The two pokemon began to bicker. Well, they were definitely losing points here. Asher didn’t want an immature partner. That would be such a burden to have to constantly be with.
But then the third spoke up. The Ponyta had proclaimed her strength, strong and confidently. She paid no heed to the fight occurring nearby. She focused on her own potential. She was just like…
Asher was silenced for several moments, as though stunned. He blinked a few times. “Oh! Uh, yeah, sure.” The comment came off more of a mutter than anything.
He turned to the direction of the scientist, pointing his thumb over his shoulder to the Ponyta. “I’m taking this one.” And with that, he went back over to where the pokeballs were and picked up her pokeball. He turned towards the fire type, turning the ball over in his hand as he thought. “My name’s Asher and from now on yours will be Reyna. I’ll train you into the strongest pokemon this region has ever known. For now, return.” He pointed the pokeball toward the fire type, pressing the center button. He briefly considered returning the other two, only to recall the thought. The assistant could deal with them. He wasn’t going anywhere near that scuffle.
He turned to the direction the scientist had disappeared to. “Hey, creepy assistant guy! Thanks for the pokemon, and good luck with your minimum wage job! If that's all, I’m getting the hell out of here!” He turned around, preparing to depart.
A rather annoyed look crossed his face as he listened to the others comment in reply to his own. wes needed to remember that not everyone cared for pokemon like him unfortunately. Letting out a sigh he tried to ignore the comment the other made. "for someone spewing out such things.. have you looked in the mirror lately?" he asked flatly before glancing at the assistant now.
A smile formed his face and he followed quietly. "i hope all the trainers that come in here arent like that" he asked jeremy giving him a sympathetic look. He was distracted for only a moment by the pokeballs. "yes i would, please" he said calmly. Wes blinked some though when the assistant spoke to him "hmm? of course what is it?" he asked softly. this man needed all the help he could get after all.
Jeremy couldn't help but feel like that Ponyta would be a good match for the young trainer, mostly because the little pony looked confident in herself and probably wouldn't let her trainer walk all over her. It was this reason that he was most pleased with the choice and let him go with nothing more than a slight wave, forgive him for not saying goodbye but goodbyes are always the hardest, and he didn't think the little brat deserved that all too much. It was nice to say goodbye, and though Jeremy was the sort of doting older brother or even as some would say maternal, as embarrassing as that is, he didn't react well to someone who was rude to him. So sue him.
Now elegance is the very fiber of this little fire type, she looks it, she walks it, and she definitely talks it. Elegant, strong, and very confident in herself though she does it in a way that she doesn't come off too cocky, simply self-assured. She speaks in a quiet but even tone, not shy or afraid of fighting, in fact that is where her personality really lights up. She is the star of the show, possessing flare and determination. She will fight to win and will do her best to be strong no matter the training and so yes, she will tolerate being trained until she collapses, all for the sake of getting stronger but she will push her trainer right back without care. She may be a hard worker and an excellent Pokemon but that does not mean she trusts Asher completely, he is still young and hard-headed and rude and she doesn't like the fact that he isn't as elegant as she is, after all she deserves the best right? She is not afraid to scold him for his bad word usages or saying anything rude, and at times if he tries to touch her or ride her she may just burn him depending on how he is acting towards her. Don't test her mister, she will treat him as though she's the trainer at times. Someone who will keep him in line if she must.
Now he paid attention to the nice young man before him, a smile on his face and he released the Pokemon in order for the other to get to know them, the first one to come out was the specially colored Tepig, it's golden color a stark contrast with what they normally should be but it was just like every other Tepig out there, except for this one, well for a fire type is wasn't nearly as fiery as they probably should be. A little shy he dug his hoof into the floor, looking down at the ground and shaking a little bit, <<Hello...>> He whispers quietly, hesitantly looking up at the trainer and snorting little puffs of smoke. The next one was an Oshawatt and she grinned up at Westley, pounding her chest and standing as tall as she possibly could, said chest puffed out, <<Hey there! I promise if you choose me I'll be the best Piplup I could be! I'm already the best, but I'll be even better>> The Lilipup stared at the Oshawott with a curious look, going over to her and in her space, sniffing dramatically and wagging his cute little tail, <<You're an Oshawott though! Definitely, I know that smell anywhere!>> The Oshawott puffed up in horror, slapping her "fin" against the offending Lilipup's smug mug, especially since he kept on sniffing her. <<How dare you! I am definitely a Piplup! Get your mug outta my face now!>> She pushed him away with a huff, angry at being told different. The Lilipup ducked away and went to go sniff the Tepig, hummed and wagging his tail all the while before barking and scaring the already chicken Tepig, the reason he barked though was that he just noticed the human! He rushed over, dancing on his hind legs and swinging his forlegs up in the air, tail wagging a hundred miles per hour as he seemed to do a little dance in the air. <<Oh hello! I didn't notice you! I'm so happy to see you!>> He whined and ran in circles before jumping forward and sniffing at Westley.
Jeremy chuckled at their antics, smiling in amusement and love for all Pokemon, though he already had a Partner himself he did love giving people their first ones. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
"I'm sorry to ask this of you, but that kid...can you keep an eye on him? He's going to get in a lot of trouble because of that attitude and even though he's rude he's still a kid and needs someone to look after him, maybe teach him out to maybe be a better person?"
It was a lot to ask of someone he just met, but he had to at least try his best. EspurrUmbreon
HATE THE RICH, HATE THE HAPPY, HATE THE COMPLACENT. TV WATCHERS, BEER DRINKERS, THE SATISFIED ONES. BECAUSE I KNOW I CAN BE ALL THOSE LITTLE HATEFUL THINGS AND THEN I HATE MYSELF FOR REALIZING THAT. BE SAFE, BE SAFE.
Finally, he could actually get started! Asher felt excitement--an excitement he hadn't felt in a long while. He was starting fresh now. No whiny Growlithes or demanding parents or spine-crushing expectations to weigh him down and prevent him from doing what he wanted. He knew he didn't have entire freedom though. He still had obligations to fulfill and those obligations required him to train until he and his pokemon became strong enough to overthrow everything that came their way.
As he left the Lab, Asher stared at his newly retrieved pokeball. Reyna the Ponyta. It seemed he was rolling with another fire type again. No complaints of course, as fire types were his most favored pokemon, but it seemed a bit too much of a coincidence. Was he destined to be a fire master or something? He chuckled at the thought. No, that was just plain silly. There was no such thing as destiny. Every success was built upon by hard work.
He might as well get started. He held the ball firmly in his grasp as he stepped back out to the town of Littleroot. He took in a deep breath before hastily making his way to the nearest route.
"i hope that kid doesn't get himself killed" Wes mumbled to himself. He really didn't want to be around when that happened. Even if the guy was a complete jerk, from what he had seen, he hated seeing others get hurt. He had that bit of sympathy in him that even reacted to guys like him. The only thing that was close enough to save him was perhaps the fire horse that he had chosen as a starter. The horse was bigger than him.. so maybe she would be able to keep him on the right track where he wouldn't be able to. Still the teen couldn't help but worry about the other.
Meanwhile, the young teen looked back to the assistant now as he offered the pokemon before him. The little pig pokemon was the first one out.. with a rather different color to his skin that he noticed first along with the shyness of him. A small smile came from Wes and he moved to his knee offering a hand and a gentle smile. "hello little one.. it is sure nice to meet you." he said with a kind smile on his face. He always had an attachment to the weaker ones.. the ones that showed potential on the inside. They always seemed to melt his heart from the inside out. Next out was the water type oshwatt that seemed to think it was a piplup, and finally a lillipup. The two seemed to argue with each other before the puppy seemed to find him and ran to lick at him and he gently rubbed its head.
His eyes however moved back to the assistance at his request. Wes blinked for a moment as he listened to a man and his request that made him sigh a little. "i was hoping that wasn't the case." he said quietly before standing back up to glance at the man again. "there isn't much i can do if he doesn't want me around, but i can see what i can do." he said rubbing the back of his head now and smiling some. Wes tried his best to show the assistant as much kindness as he could, since he probably needed some right now.
"oh, if you wouldn't mind.. i'd also like to take the little tepig if you don't mind."
He's a shy but sweet guy, despite being a fire type he is very, well for lack of a better saying, not too fiery. He needs a lot of reassurance about his own power and ability, confidence is an issue and quite a big one at that. In the middle of a battle he may just freeze up if something has him scared enough and even a relatively simple one may turn out to be difficult when he's in the lead, adorably cuddly when he feels comfortable with someone but takes criticisms hard and doesn't like to be judged. His feelings are easily hurt but with enough coaxing and confidence building he may prove to become a very invaluable member of the team but that may take until his final evolution to accomplish, he will be difficult though he'll never mean to be.
