... Ew.

[Yuri]

Soi soi soi~ CHOP CHOP CHOP~



The private helicopter slowly landed safely on the surface. Many men in black suits stood awaiting surrounding the helicopter’s position as if the president of United states was to exit the helicopter. It was actually a sixteen year old boy, one with a disgusted expression smudged on his face that stepped out of the helicopter as he observed his surroundings. “..Okay, ew. What the hell is this place?” was the first thing that came out of his mouth as the awaiting bodyguards greeted him.


“Y-young master, t-this is the place that your pa-parents chose for you to journey in.” said one of the terrified security people as he bowed halfway to give respect to the opposing person.


“Ugh, whatever.” the boy spat in return and slowly started to make his way towards the huge building in front of him. “Why is everything so small and deprived looking in this place!?” Aamir was actually excited to start on his Pokémon journey today, he watched tons of Pokémon league videos in his bedroom alone the whole night last night after he found out he was being forced to go on a Pokémon Journey. But of course, he didn’t display any excitement in his expression. What would Aamir Shah feel excited about? It should be this place he’s going to that should be excited , to have him there and stuff. Yup, exactly.


< Young master! Wait up!! >a tiny voice called out from behind. The voice belonged to a Psyduck that was toddling behind and had a camel-colored bag strapped to it. Of course, you didn’t expect Aamir Shah to carry his own things, did you? That was one of the prime reasons why Bucks had accompanied him in this far away small, deprived region.


Aamir rolled his eyes as the orange duck finally caught up to him at the entrance. < I’m sorry, young.. master.. I must have… dosed off… in the helicopter!... Ahah! > said the Psyduck in-between his panting. The young boy just snorted in response, not really bothering to say anything. All the bodyguards bowed again the last time to bid goodbye and off they went away. It seemed like their duty of safely bringing their young master to the laboratory was done and it was now the start of Aamir’s journey. From here on, he went solo. All by himself. Well, not really counting Bucks in. He didn't really matter, anyway.


Aamir eyed the laboratory. “Ugh, so cliché. I hope they don’t expect me to wear a baseball cap, an ugly jersey, and dirty sneakers running around flashing peace signs with a Pikachu and making speeches about how Pokémon should be our friends. Because, I’m so not going to do that.” Said the boy with sour-ness in his tone. “Well, anyway.. Let’s get this over with, shall we?”

< … >


“ … “


< … >


“… Well, Bucks are you going to get the door for me or what!?”


< -- Oh yes! Sorry young master!!> the duck ran on his tubby web-feet absent-mindedly to open the entrance door. As the door was opened and the task was done, the duck flased a big sheepish beak-y smile. Aamir rolled his eyes again “useless.. “ he muttered under his breath as he walked ahead of him in the laboratory. Feeling more disgusted than ever, is this what laboratories were here!? What was this place!?


"Uh. Hello?"

[MorriganFearn]

A tall boy wearing a big blue sweater had his bare feet up on the table as he read the news paper with a cup of steaming coffee in his hands. He looked up when he heard the door creak open. What he saw nearly made him visibly roll his eyes. A kid who looked as if either life smelled bad, or his face was just one big sneer. And his clothes. Who would be such an idiot as to wear such fancy smancy stuff when comping to a place known for its bad weather? Well, a foreigner would. Feh. Oh well, he was supposed to be helping Professor Kuari while the woman herself was out looking for more pokemon, so help her he would.

"Hey," the young man said, his rough feet staying firmly parked on the table. "This is the Miteinjan Lab. M'name's Jonas. Professor Kauri isn't in at the moment, so I'm giving out starters and stuff, if you're here to be a trainer. We've got two geodude, and I think Professor Cer--Chea-- The guy who runs the Tejan Lab sent us over a couple of extras, while Professor Kuari was out hunting for new starters. Nothing special; the murkrow screams all the time, and the corphish likes to pinch your fingers off."

[Yuri]

Usually Aamir would just snob almost about anyone that tried to talk to him. But he knew that since it was his Pokemon journey and he had a long way to go meeting lots of people, he had to have manners and deal with people professionally. Aamir gave off a small professional smile and nodded as the man talked about the starters, not really talking but complaining about almost everything. Bucks, the butler Psyduck just examined everything in the lab and looked at all the machines wide-eyed.


“I see.. So, I don’t really know about Pokémon. What do you think would be a good pick choice for me? Is there some sort of way to find out the perfect match? Like, can I go and meet all the Pokémon face to face?”


Okay, acting nice was really haa~rd. And if Bucks didn’t stop snooping around and just stay in one place, Aamir would have to smack him infront of the lab-person.

[MorriganFearn]

"Well, the geodude are right here," there was a sullen grumble, like gravel shifting under tires, behind Aamir. The two boulder pokemon had been pretending to be scenery, but that idiot from the town had given them away. They glared manifestly at Aamir, and then went back to ignoring him.

The native rubbed his spiky hair, out of confusion about how to introduce the other two possibilities. "I keep the murkrow and the corphish in their pokeballs for a reason. The corphish is just dumb, but the murkrow is chatty.

[Yuri]

...


Aamir broke into one of his signature disgusted expressions.


Aamir was really not impressed. The choice of his first pokemon was either dumb or annoying. Both things that Aamir hated. This wasn't fair! Aamir wanted to go back home, maybe it wasn't that late. He wanted to be in his own bedroom wrapped in his silk bedsheets and order some Kentucky Fried Farfetch'd and spend his entire day either watching tv, ordering lots of people, or in his own personal spa getting a manicure.

Aamir noticed that Bucks, his butler psyduck, was staring at him intently waiting for his master's choice on his first pokemon. He too seemed pretty confused on what pokemon his master should pick for his first. Aamir gnarled at him and the psyduck, taken back, quickly shifted his gaze off to somewhere else pretending as if something caught his eye.


Okay so, dumb corphish or talkative murkrow. Whatever those were.


Hmm.. Aamir hated dumb people; Aamir hated people who talked a lot.

Aamir hated people who talked a lot more.


And plus he was already dealing with a dumb psyduck, so it wouldn't be any much of a difference.

"I'll take the Corphish, then."

[MorriganFearn]

((Dumb as in doesn't speak Aamir dah-ling. Also, do you mind if I crash your thread for a few posts?))

"Right," the boy nodded, tossing Aamir a pokeball without much enthusiasm. "There ya go. One moment, and I'll grab a pokedex."

Stats for the Corphish:

Name: ? ? ?
Gender: Male
Level: 5
Moves: Bubble
Ability: Hyper Cutter - Opponents cannot reduce this pokemon's attack stat unless under special circumstances such as Swagger.
Personality: Won't talk, but he seems to be a cheerful pokemon. Unfortunately, he communicates via vicegripping people's fingers and toes. He does it to tell you he likes you. Or that he dislikes you. Or that he wants your tuna fish sandwich. Or it's time to go to bed. In fact, he just likes to pinch people's fingers.

As the pokeball was handed over, the door to the ramshackle lab burst open, and a beefy girl ran in out of breath. "I'm--bagon--uhhh," she breathed out, realizing the guy in the blue sweatshirt wasn't the tan professor who had given her the dragon type she had received early that morning. "Uhhh. Professor Kuari?"

"Out," the young boy replied, jerking his head. He kept his eyes locked on the brown haired girl, coming out of his apathy enough to wonder if she was going to have a heart attack. Instead she looked crest fallen. "I'm filling in for her," he suggested.

"Oh. Well, I've got a paras and a bagon, both in need of a healing machine. Really, really, really in need of a healing machine," she began to fumble for the pokeballs.

"No problem, I'll put them in to heal while I get this guy his pokedex. You just come in?" he asked. She looked like she was probably a foreigner.

"Oh, yeah. I just started today. I'm Carra. From Saffron City," Carra jerked nervously, holding out her pokeballs at the same time.

"Right," the teen sighed. "Sit down. Just, uhm, not on the geodude. I'll get your pokedex and stuff in a minute, kid," he nodded at Aamir, and went into a side room.

[Yuri]

[Oh my God.. I'm so sorry, I'm so embarrased. XDD And your most welcome, I wouldn't mind Carra tag along with Aamir!]


Aamir looked at the pokeball with a scowl as it was handed over to him. Even though he had a really angry, annoyed expression he was smiling deeply from the inside. His first pokemon, his very first pokemon. With his first pokemon in his hand, he felt like he could face the world now.


Bucks blinked as he observed his master's scowl. He sure didn't seem happy about his first pokemon. Aamir caught his Psyduck butler gazing at him again, he gnarled at him and the orange duck ran away, hiding somewhere in the lab.

The moment was ruined by this girl that came running to heal her pokemon. Aamir raised his eyebrow as he noticed her taking a seat nearby. What? What was she doing here? This was his moment. He noticed the girl was sort of fat, and had ugly hair. The snobby rich kid snorted at her direction and turned his attention to somewhere else.


Bucks decided to come out of his hiding place after hearing his owner's snort. This probably meant something else that was annoying caught his eye! This was his chance!

As he tried to get away from the chair, he was greeted by a pair of legs. The duck screamed out loud.

[MorriganFearn]

((Carra: Okay, I'll admit I might be pleasantly plump, but is my hair really that ugly?
Morath: Yes. Yes it is.))

"Aggh!" Carra jumped, and then looked down, breathing hard. "Oh, thank goodness. I'm sorry." She'd only had her bagon half a day, and she already expected that any loud screaming meant that Morath was trying to eat or savage someone. "And I'm sorry to you -- really. I didn't mean to barge in. It's just my bagon has an awful temper, and she brutally savaged one pokemon, and then was hit by a bide attack that took her down. I've only had her half a day, and I just had to get her healed and back in fine... brutal... savaging form." She sat down near one of the geogude, who began to grumble under their breaths. "I think I've been a bit of an idiot," Carra sighed.

The boy came back in the room, and handed Aamir the clunky Miteinjan version of the pokedex. "Well, ah, there you go."

"Um, excuse me?" Cara began, looking up. "It would be wrong to just take the paras and leave Morath here, wouldn't it?"

"Bagon?" the boy asked, not letting his sympathy show. Professor Kauri had told him a thing or two about dragon pokemon. "Um. No. Not really, no. Professor Kauri was quite insistent. She never wants to see it ever again."

"Oh." Carra sighed. "Er, what about the paras? Is it okay?"

"He," the boy replied helpfully. "And yeah. He's fine, as far as the machine is concerned. Did your bagon really destroy its exoskelleton?"

"She's not nice about things she thinks are dinner," Carra shrugged helplessly.

"I can give you a whip and a chair if you like," the native tried not to grin, thinking of the silly foreigner trying to control her starter.

"Oh, she's not as bad as all that. Just forceful in the personality department," Carra sighed. "Anyway, I can have my pokemon back?"

"Yeah, sure," the replacement professor nodded. "And you'll get 5000 pyen in your account, once you open it with the Coast village bank," he told Aamir, trotting back to the back room and the hopefully healed pokemon.

[Yuri]

[Tis' 'kay, Aamir's just a butt, Carra. ]

Aamir raised his eyebrow as he recieved his pokedex, examining it very closely. After a while of checking out his pokemon, the dair-haired boy turned to the plum girl and listened to her rant. Hmm, idiot indeed. Bucks decided he liked her so he ran and hugged her leg, then ran back to his owner.

<Young Master! I see you got your pokedex. Congrats! You get to learn about pokemon and other pokemon-related stuff from it, and it's very informative. I personally like th -- >


" -- Uhun, yeah. Shove it in the bag," the boy tossed the device to the orange duck, who barely caught it in his grasp. Bucks frowned.

The laboratory trainee told Aamir he was going to get 5000 pyen in his bank account. He was joking, right? 5000 pyen? That's it? What would come in 5000? He would just barely have enough to buy one of those branded sweaters and a decent t-shirt. His allowance was much more.

<The money is for pokeball and other journeying necessaties,> chipped in Bucks cheerfully.

"I know that, stupid," scoffed Aamir.

The spoiled brat grunted. Whatever, atleast he got his first pokemon. Carfish, or something. Aamir turn to look at the fat girl who was babbling on earlier. She didn't look too happy to start her very own pokemon journey. Whatever, not like he cared or anything.

[MorriganFearn]

"So, what school did you go to?" Carra asked, trying to make conversation with the assistant to Professor Kauri away. The kid looked as though he might have gone to one of the better private schools, and the fact he had probably been in school seemed like the only thing they might have had in common. He reminded her of the boys who used to snicker at her friends, actually. "I graduated from Saffron before coming here. And I've been accepted into Viridian University. It's kind of weird to think I'll be going to college in a year."

The guy in the blue sweat shirt came back, and handed Carra her two pokeballs. She smiled at him uncertainly, and was rewarded with a grin. "Come back if you want the whip and chair," he advised.

"All right," Carra nodded, before looking at Aamir, "Um, piece of advice, by the way, don't be rude to the old lady who has a shack by the beginning of Fog path. I'm not sure what'll happen, but she's a little strange, so don't."

[Yuri]

<I want the lady to tag along with us. She seems upset about her out of control bagon, I can help her -- we can help her! How about it, young master!?>

"Uh, no thanks. This pokemon journey is annoying as it is; I don't want no whiney brat to travel with me. And besides, how can you help her, exactly? You need some help yourself, so dumb and weird!"

<Ahem. I am a pokemon expert, young master. I've been taught things to help you along in this journey. It's why I'm here, you know. It wouldn't hurt to share my knowledge and help someone else in need.>

"Well, she isn't paying you. I am."

<.. Young master, everything isn't about money. This is the reason your mother sent you to this journey, to learn and become a better person. Helping out other people and pokemon in need is what others are suppose to do. I might have no place to say this, but I am very dissapointed in you. Let's go then, shall we?>


The psyduck sighed, clearly disheartened by Aamir's way of thinking, and started to walk towards the exit of the laboratory. Aamir stared at the orange duck following not so far behind the fat girl from earlier. Bucks had never spoken to him like that, it had left the dark-haired boy speechless.


Urgh, you just can't get good help these days.



...



Well, she did look like she needed help..


She seemed kind of nice, even if she was a bit of an idiot.


Hmm..


Hey, maybe with their money combined they could buy some actual necessaties? Because, you know, 5000 pyen just wasn't enough for him.


Yes, that's it! He didn't have to help her at all, just use her. Yup. Not softening up at all.


"Uhm, wait, you -- girl!" Aamir called out Carra as he chased after her outside. Bucks turned to look at his owner with a curious expression.


"I was thinking if you'd want to tag along with us or something.. Uhm, my psyduck gets really lonely, you see. He really wants you to travel with us," Aamir muttered with some color hinting in his cheeks, not really looking at the girl eye-to-eye.

Bucks flashed him a beaky grin.

[MorriganFearn]

Carra had let out Morath after exiting the lab. She was a little unsure of this, but maybe it would be the best thing she could do. After all, hadn't the magazine said that she needed to bond with her pokemon? And she hadn't done so well with Morath. Perhaps it would work better the second time around -- okay, that was hopeful delusion on her part, Carra readily admitted. Still, she wanted a better relationship with the dragon, and she did have to explain about the paras. Heck, she had to meet her paras.

"All right, Morath, you listen to me," Carra squatted down to the blue dragon's level. "I had to capture that paras, and I don't have that many pokeballs. I don't mind having to do that to save the life of an innocent bug, but it's going to stop! You bit me in the ankle after I rescued that egg from you, and that was wrong of you! I can't train a pokemon who doesn't obey my commands. So listen to me, if you don't stop attacking everything in sight, I will -- I will return you to your pokeball and throw it in the sea. If you're lucky, your ball will be caught by a wingull before it hits the water. If you're lucky."

The bagon narrowed her eyes at her trainer and hissed. She would attack who she pleased. All right, so she had gone a little over board with the egg. Now that she thought about it, if could have been an egg from any pokemon. Even another bagon (unlikely, she remembered that their eggs tended to be turquiose, with some white blotches, in some cases, but the principle still applied, and she'd never seen the egg of a shiny bagon, before). However, Morath was perfectly happy to attack the stupid mushroom insect on the first opportunity.

That was until Carra pointed out one grim fact that Morath hadn't taken into the equation. "That was one of my only pokeballs, Morath. Like it or not, the paras is now our teammate, and unless you want to loose the gym challenge here, you'll have to put up with him. If we lose it will be your fault."

Carra stood up again, feeling proud of that argument, because Morath looked slightly ill. Just to be on the safe side, however, Carra held out her hand and tapped the para's pokeball against that to release him.

The orangy red body of the bug fit neatly on the entire hand, with the segmented legs dangling over her fingers. That didn't last long, as they gripped tightly around the hand, and the little bug looked up in terror with its pearly eyes. Carra breathed out, not sure what to say. She could see regular dents in the exoskeleton on his back, and his mushooms looked a little perforated. Still it was loads better than he had looked when her pokeball scooped him up.

"Hi. I'm Carra. I'm sorry about what happened with Morath, my bagon, but I've convinced her not to hurt you any more," at her feet the dragon snapped her large jaws angrily. "I, ah, had to capture you. Do you mind coming with us? I'm planning to call you, ah, um, Crath. Sort of a mix between Carra and Morath, because we're your family, now."

<I am not,> Morath muttered.

<I'm staying up here, then,> the bug shot down to her, although all Carra head was the snapping of pinchers.

<Fine then, be that way, fish bait.>

<Lizard,> Crath felt a lot braver with a bit of height between himself and the bagon. He scuttled along Carra's arm, and ended up on her shoulder, before climbing onto her head. This felt too exposed, and he scuttled back down to her shoulder, as Carra twitched.

"Stop that!"

Crath looked up at her innocently, and then climbed down to the middle of Carra's back, and stayed there, watching out for wingull with a wary eye. He was slightly disoriented as Carra swung around quickly, hearing Aamir's call.

Carra looked at the boy, a calculating frown on her face. First of all, she had introduced herself to this guy, and never received even an answer from him. Secondly, she had introduced herself and he still didn't know her name.

On the other hand, he was new to the area, and might give Morath another target to bite. Plus, with half a day's worth of experience ahead of him, Carra could feel a little bit superior, and teach him a thing or two. First though: "My name's Carra. And I still don't know your name, but more imortantly, what pokemon did you get, and is a bagon likely to eat it?"

<You bet I'll darn well try,> Morath snarled, although only the pokemon present were capable of understanding her.

[Yuri]

Wait, did she try to talk to him before? He must have ignored her.

Oh well, he could introduce his awesome self now.


"Uhm, my name is Aamir. That's Uh-mir. And I got a carfish --"

<-- Corphish>

"-- Corphish, yes, Carfish is his name," the teen fibbed, trying to save himself from embarassment. " And I don't think he's edible," Aamir said glaring down at what was suppose to be a.. 'bagon'? Urgh, thank God he didn't get one of those. What was up with the look on its face.

"Actually, I didn't meet him yet, I'll release him out now so I can meet him finally. He's mute, by the way," Aamir warned Cara and all the other pokemon to try and be understanding to his pokemon's inability. He knew he just met Carra and they should probably talk some, be formal with one another, and get to know each other first since they were going to travel together -- but this was way more important. It was his first pokemon, afterall. The dark-haired boy gave everyone a stern look and released Carfish.

<I'll make sure no eats anyone here -- especially, not my master's first pokemon,> Bucks threatened, glowering at the dragon pokemon.

An orange pinching thing came out. As he did, he looked at his surroundings -- kind of happy to see all the eyes on him, he felt special. He looked at the person that summoned him, his trainer. The pokemon immediately started crawling up Aamir's leg and clinged to his arms, pinching his finger.

Okay, that felt weird. What was he suppose to do now?

"Um, hi. My name is Aamir. I'm your new trailer -- I mean, trainer. Your name is Carfish. So let's um, fight and do stuff together. And um, yeah," Aamir patted it awkwardly. What was he suppose to do now? The teen turned to face his psyduck with anger.

Bucks and Carfish chuckled together at their owner's weirdness. Carfish gripped Aamir's finger tighter, he liked him.

[MorriganFearn]

((Awwwww))

<Oh, shelled food,> Morath said dismissively, before looking at Bucks' yellow furred body. <You're looking scrumptiously plump though,> she leered threateningly.

She was a mighty dragon, after all, even if she didn't have her wings yet. One day she would, and on that day they would all fry. Until then, she was going to get respect she deserved, even if she had to use fear to get it.

"Aw, that's such a happy looking pokemon," Carra now had a deep appreciation for happy pokemon, never having trained one herself. It looked like a lot of fun. "That's funny that your corphish did the same thing as my paras. Maybe things with six legs like to scuttle up people though. He might like Crath. Crath, Crath, could you crawl up -- don't tickle, please!" Carra jumped as her paras made it to her shoulder, and pointed his milky eyes in the direction of the corphish.

The paras waved a pincher uncertainly, wondering what had happened to the other paras to make him loose his soft little mushrooms. The bug was aware that his own weren't in the best shape, but that poor fellow insect didn't seem to have any at all! It was almost as if the paras was actually some other creature.

"Anyway, this is my paras, Crath," Carra was saying. "And that's my bagon, Morath. She's going to be a salamance one day," the human decided to add, in order to assuage Morath's pride.

The bagon looked bored, and was beginning to eye the road with interest. She had a real trainer to find, after all, and it wouldn't happen if they stood around talking. Useless humans. Still, Carra had been right in pointing out her grand future. The girl at least had some smarts (and she was a little scary when she was angry, but Morath wouldn't admit that she had been shaken by the pokeball threat).

"So, Aamir, you want to look around, or are you ready to head out? Fog path should be clear by now, and there's a beautiful view of the sea."

[Yuri]

Bucks gasped, <well, someone here needs adequate lessons,> pointing his beak up in the air he went back to where his trainer was standing, he was a royal servant -- he wasn't going to stand some dragon pokemon bullying him. Bucks was all excited and happy to see his first team mate.

<It is a very hardy creature that will quickly proliferate, even in polluted streams,> Bucks explained about corphish, proudly showing off his pokedex-memorizing skills. The orange duck took out the pokedex to make sure, yup, right at the mark.

Aamir groaned at the psyduck, "didn't ask you, stupid," the teen muttered under his breath, loud enough for only the duck to hear.



Carfish waved back at the paras, enthusiastically. Cousin! He thought. He was definately his cousin. He should so play with him later.

Bucks cleared his throat quite loudly, and in the most quackiest way possible. It was his idea to travel with Carra, afterall. didn't he deserve an introduction?

Aamir scoffed at him. What did he want now?


Oh, right.


"Oh, Carra. That's Bucks, by the way. He's suppose to help me with stuff. He can communicate with you using his psychic abilities -- he's stupid so don't mind him much," Aamir introduced his butler with a straight face.

<Hello! I'm Bucks! I'll help you with Morath's behavioural problems. Heehee.>

"Oh, right. Yeah, we should get going, I guess," Aamir replied, waiting for Cara to lead the way. Ladies first~

[MorriganFearn]

"Nice to, er, meet you?" Carra said, not sure if Bucks' comment had been properly timed. "Well, Fog Path is just up the--Morath!"

As her trainer had been speaking, the small dinosaur sidled up to Bucks, unhinged her jaw and bit down on his shoulder, and most of the upper torso. She grinned evilly, applying pressure until Carra yelled. Releasing the shoulder and giving Bucks a smug look she commented: <Nice and fatty. I think next time I'll see to it that you're roasted. In a nice orange sauce. Perhaps cranberry, instead, and garnished with watercress.>

"Morath, stay in front!" Carra hissed, wishing that her pokemon might listen to her for a change. The knee high bagon then surprised her by doing as she had asked, although she leered up at Crath before she began to walk up the hill, leading to Fog Path. The paras scuttled a little closer to Carra's neck.

((Do you want to start the Fog Path thread, or should I?))

[Yuri]

Bucks let out a scream as he suddenly felt teeth pressing against his orange body. He massaged it, glowering at the dragon pokemon as she teased him about being fat.



That's it, no one called him fat. He was definately going to get back at bagon. He quitely walked beside Aamir, keeping a close eye on Maroth. Aamir couldn't really care about Bucks, he was busy juggling Carfish from one hand to another. Carfish enjoyed that, and it made Aamir laugh to see his pokemon all happy and laughing, too.


Strange,.. what was this warm feeling he got from Carfish?


[make the threadz, MF. Me lazy butt. D:]