The Curtain Rises, The Journey Begins

[Aroz]

"The S.S. Anne will be docking shortly in the Dianto Region. Please prepare to exit. I repeat, the S.S. Anne will be docking shortly, please prepare to exit." The voice of the announcer was gone almost as quickly at it had come. Luckily, Ms. St. Peters did not need the women, who was somewhere on board, just waiting until she had to, once again, inform the passengers that they would be in Dianto soon. It sounded like such a dull job; why anyone would want to work on a boat was incomprehensible. It was Clint's place to judge, of course, but it was just so hard to, well, not judge. She was about to become a Pokemon trainer- how could she not compare the dull life of a ship announcer to the exciting life she was about to live?

Luckily, she would not have to dwell on the matter for too long. Since she had been in such a hurry to get off of the Cruise Liner, Clint had already brought her thing, a Caterpie book bag, onto the deck with her. Time to get off of the boat was now cut by 90%- or something like that; she wasn't too good at math. Regardless, it wouldn't take a genius to figure out where to go next. She'd obviously have to go to the Pokemon Laboratory in Chartreuse Town. Pokemon Tech hadn't informed the students of exactly which Pokemon were distributed throughout the regions, so it was going to be a surprise for her. Hopefully there would be something tolerable.

Snapping her back into reality, instead of daydream land, to where she had drifted as she thought about the perfect Pokemon, was the voice of the poor announcer lady again, "Attention passengers, the S.S. Anne has docked in Chartreuse Town. Please enjoy your time in the Dianto Region."

"Yay! Finally," Clint Lincoln cheered, which garnered many awkward glances from the other passengers. But the currently cut-off heiress was blind to them; her main concern was to get off of the ship as fast as possible. Sadly, this had to be done at power walk pace- a sign informed her that running was prohibited. Typical. But once she had finally gotten off of the St. Anne, which took even longer due to a line of people who had better prepared their exit, that must've formed during the short while Clint had been daydreaming, and a passport check that she had completely unanticipated, she was off in a hurry, the bottoms of her blue shoes clacking against the ground.

It was amazing how quickly she was weaving through the various crowds of people within the town. Her fiery orange pigtails were flying back due to speed- it was amazing her hat had yet to fly off. But she was determined, you have to give her that. Of course, being too determined can be detrimental to ones health if taken too far. And while it was nothing fatal, Clint's energy was quickly sapped away, and she was forced to rest on the nearest bench. Huffing softly, the short teenager pulled out a bottle of water from her Caterpie Pack; a nice drink would help to replenish her reserves.

And there was another surprise that came with drawing the bottle from the bag. A brochure-like paper had casually slipped out; to which Clint let out a resounding, "Oh yeah." In her rush, she had completely forgotten about the map her parents had given her of the Dianto Region. Had she bothered to look at it, even once before getting off of the S.S. Anne, she would've been able to find the lab no problem. Thinking was not really Clint's strong point. Besides, who needed a map when one had crazy dumb luck? Looking up, brown eyes fell upon what they had been hoping to see since first setting foot in this new place. "Yay! The lab~"

Hopping up from the bench, energy fully replenished with just a quick swig of water, Ms. St. Peters skipped her way to the door; her eyes quickly caught notice of a sign that read Available Pokemon. The list was much larger than those of other regions, yet nothing really seemed to pique her interest. "Bleh. No bug Pokemon?" she groaned, carefully scanning the list for even the slightest sign of one of her favorite creepy crawlies. Still nothing. From that list, she picked her favorite and began to knock on the door. Don't worry, Clint, Bug types are everywhere. she told herself, which quickly brought a smile back to her face.

[Sprite]

The simple sound of her knocking on wood was enough to wake the sleeping professor. His head shot up quickly right off of his notebook, full of information that only belonged to a professors eyes. He wiped the sleep away from his eyes as he looked around for the source. It didn't take him long to realise that someone was infact at the door. He looked back down to the notebook, ready to shut it when he realised that it was covered in drool. The page was no longer readable and would have to be thrown away. He cursed lightly. He was a professor so sleeping on the job was simply frowned upon. He slammed the book shut and walked over to the door. His walk was a bit crooked for some strange reason, perhaps he was still tired?

He opened the door and gave the visitor a smile. He had been expecting the baby-sitter and not a young aspiring trainer. "Hello?" he mumbled with a slight hint of confusion to his voice. He was the youngest professor by far, in his young twenties. Only recently he had twin children only to have his wife pass away while giving birth, so he had to handle two babies all alone while managing his job. It was no wonder he fell asleep. He had hired a baby-sitter to help him out, so naturally he was expecting an older woman. "Well, I didn't expect such a young nanny," he began. It was apparent that he was mistaking this young lady as the baby-sitter. "You sounded much older on the phone." He looked around the messy lab quickly, a bit ashamed of himself. He motioned to a doorway in the back which led to the attached house. "The children are in their room, feel free to make yourself at home," he finished as he sat himself right back down in his chair. He clicked on the computer and began to look through some e-mails sent to him throughout Dianto and other regions. The young professor didn't seem all too bright on looks alone and even on first impressions, but perhaps he was great.

[Aroz]

Clint Lincoln could only stare completely dumbfounded as the man, who looked too young to be a Professor of any kind and thereby could not be the man she desired to meet with, as he made his way to a computer, an odd sort of limp in his step. Had she not been so utterly confused, she probably would've laughed. But this was a matter of great importance; her diligence was totally necessary. He did say make yourself at home, right? she asked herself, the mind of the redhead already sidetracked by the thought of a quick snack and some television. No. No. Stay focused, Clint.

Stepping into the disarrayed lab, shutting the door softly behind her, the currently fund less heiress was careful to not step on anything; she wouldn't want the Professor to be angry with her for breaking something that was lying on the ground. "Um, I think you're confused, Mr. Aide," she said as sweetly as possible, taking a place by the desk, "I'm not here to babysit for you. I'm here to meet the Professor, so that I can get my first Pokemon, y'know?"

She was trying her gosh-darned hardest to not sound rude- something that she was occasionally prone to doing when things were taking longer than they should. In his state of tiredness, this aide must've been too confused to tell the eager face of a soon-to-be trainer from the bored, wishing they were anyone else but there eyes of a babysitter. And people who sound old over the phone tended to actually be old; besides that, no one had ever dared say she sounded like some grandmotherly babysitter. Of course those hadn't been the young man's exact words, but different minds, different translations. "Could you tell me when the Professor will be back?"

[Sprite]

"Aide?" Professor Willow said with a tilt of his head. Ever since the twins' birth he had been slightly off with everything. "So you're not the nanny?" Suddenly a smile crossed his lips as he nearly laughed. "Of course you're not the nanny. Much too young. I'd never hire someone so young to watch my children," he said but it was obvious that even if he was speaking in her direction, he was actually talking to himself. He got up from his chair and walked over. She had called him an aide, hadn't she?

"I'm Professor Willow," he said standing up a bit taller. Was it because he was so short that she had been mistaken? Or perhaps it was because he was so young. That was usually the case for most. "Sorry about before. I've been up all night with my newborn twins. I've been a bit off to say the least. He didn't bother to go more into the story than needed. No one really cared about his personal life. They only care about getting their first pokemon. Nothing else mattered.

He gave a slight sigh as he pulled out a sheet from his desk. It matched that of the flier that hung outside the door. He held it out to her as he said, "Incase you haven't seen the flier outside the door, these are the starters. Which one would you like? I have all of them in either gender." After handing her the sheet for perhaps a second glance, he walked over to yet another door and opened it slightly. Pokemon noses stuck in through the crack. It was quite obvious that all of the starters were currently outside. He turned to her and waited for an answer.

[Aroz]

"Eww, babies," Clint said with a scoff. After a second, which she used to comprehend what she had just said, the red-head quickly covered her mouth, muttering a sincere sounding, "Sorry." She did not mean to be rude, but children and her did not mix. At least not if they were under the age of five. And newborns were the worst; all they did was eat and poop. A simple life, but not one Ms. St. Peters wished to return to. Her life as a teenager was going just fine, thank you.

Taking the paper from the man, who had just established himself as Professor Willow, though the fact that he truly did not look the part to her was extremely off putting, the red head gave him a cute smile before turning her gaze to the sheet. "I'm actually really not sure which to pick," she admitted, giggling a little bit before trying to focus. I want one who I can just put in the P.C. as soon as I catch a good one..., she decided. Magby would be bad. Azurill, Cleffa, Pichu...they're all so bad. Munchlax looks like a good temp, though. After a little more examining of the starter list, Clint Lincoln St. Peters had decided.

"Professor Willow, I'll take a Munchlax. Male, please." And that was that. No going back now.

[Sprite]

"Munchlax." He had to pause for a moment to remember which one that was, a true indication that his brain was truly stressed to a point in which it was simply fried lately. He sighed as he finally remembered. He cursed to himself inside his head. That was his punishment for being so stupid. He was never too hard on himself, usually just little mental reminders was all he needed. "Ah...Okay." he said in a voice as if he had just discovered something great. He was trying to cover up his stupidity. "I was just going over all the information on munchlax in my head." A lie. "I have a cousin or something that is studying them in a different region. Sinnoh, I believe." The whole 'or something' was a small little giveaway that he was simply making all of this up. But only someone actually listening to him would be able to catch it.

He quickly slipped out the door, careful not to let in any pokemon. That would create an even bigger mess than normal and that was not what he wanted. As he was outside, an arcanine and a few growlithe pups came inthrough a door that was on the opposite side of the lab. That was the fourth and final door in the lab besides a closet and bathroom. The first being the front door, the second being the back door that led to the attached house, the side door leading towards the free-roaming starters and then the last side door which led to the Professor's own pokemon and the Champion's pokemon. Professor Willow was the one who kept the Champion's pokemon when he was off traveling the regions.

The arcanine was Azul, the Champion's Arcanine and one of his favorite pokemon. The pups were his kids that he had with Professor Willow's Arcanine, Resa. There were three pups with Azul and they fumbled over towards Clint. Azul growled lowly at first but calmed down and simply watched closely. He turned towards the other side door as the professor returned with Clint's munchlax in his arms. "This is Azul, the Champion's Arcanine." he introduced. "And his pups." He smiled as he picked up the smallest one with his other arm. He wanted to say something like 'You'll see him someday' but he doubted that this girl would ever get that far in the league. This region was extremely hard and no one besides the champion had ever beaten the Elite. Even the gym leaders hadn't gotten more than winning against three elites. Professor Willow cleared his throat and simply said, "I hope that someday you'll reach the Elite. But don't set your sights too high." He just had to add in that last part. He had seen so many aspiring trainers not even make it past the first elite's first pokemon. Azul gave a small smirk at this. He was one of the most powerful pokemon in the region and couldn't help but slightly scoff upon meeting new trainers who held dreams of beating his master. No one had.

"I'll get your starter pack and this guys' pokeball," the professor said as he handed over the muchlax and walked over to the corner of the room to search for the various items needed.

[Aroz]

"Oh, that's cool," Clint said, though the lack of enthusiasm was a little hint that she was not into this conversation. There were a billion better things she could be doing right now; such as actually making her way to Route One. But this lackadaisical Professor was holding her up with stories of his babies, or Snorlax, or something like that. The redhead had been filtering him out since he opened his mouth.

When she had realized that the man had disappeared, and stopped talking as well, much to her enjoyment. That meant she was thisclose to actually getting her Munchlax. But she had other members of the house to meet first, apparently, as a gaggle of Growlithe puppies came over to her, accompanied by an Arcanine. The Professor came back in shortly after the fire types came into the laboratory, a Munchlax in his arms; she had to admit, it was sort of cute. What wasn't cute was Willows' constant need to talk.

"Ew. Don't worry, Professor. I don't want to battle the Elite, or the Champion, or any of that boring stuff. My goal is to become the number one Bug type Trainer, and then become a Gym Leader." Clint said; the mere idea of actually trying to become a regional master bored her somewhat. She might try it, just for fun, one day, but her life goal would remain the same until they were accomplished.

With a slight groan, as the Pokemon was somewhat heavy, Clint Lincoln took the Munchlax from the Professor, as he went to find her newbie pack. "Hi, Munchlax. I'm Clint. You'll help me catch lots of Bug Pokemon, okay? 'Kay~"

Munchlax, contrasting with Clint, seemed relatively enthused, and merely yawned, <Whatever. Feed me, and let me run around, and we'll be fine. Got it?>. Clint, without even knowing what the Pokemon had said, simply nodded; smiling and nodding always worked.

[Sprite]

"Hm..." Professor Willow pondered to himself for a moment. This girl seemed to be bored with him. Well that seemed quite normal. "Well you need to beat a couple Elites to become a Gym Leader...unless you're super special or something," he added on. Sure she may be bored with all of his talking but it was a habit that he could never get over. Since he was a professor he had a tendancy to tell people everything he knew. It was practically written into his job description.

"Have fun with your Munchlax then." The professor was now using a dull voice voice as to make fun of the girl's lack of enthusiams. This was her first journey, wasn't she supposed to be a bit more excited? He handed over a backpack filled with the correct items. "You're free to go," he said at last. Those were probably the words that the girl had been wanting to hear ever since she walked into the lab.

You have obtained:


Name: You decide.
Gender: You decide.
Level: 5
Attacks: Metronome, Odor Sleuth, Tackle, Defense Curl
Personality: You decide
Obtained: Pokemon Lab

You have obtained:

-5 pokeballs
-3 potions
-A Pokedex
-A Badge Case
-A Ribbon Case

[Aroz]

"Really?" she asked, a slight bit of irritation in her voice. Not at the Professor, but at the fact she'd have to face the Elites. Luckily, she was relieved when he said super-special; she was. Or at least, that's what people told her. Regardless, she'd just have to beat the Elites if it was necessary. Clint didn't see it as too far out of her way.

Professor Willows then handed her the items, which she promptly placed into her backpack, and called Munchlax into his Pokeball. With a smile, a bow, and a, "Thanks, Professor," Clint Lincoln St. Peters exited the laboratory; the curtains had risen, and the journey was about to begin.

[Sprite]

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