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[Torrne]

Kizui reached down onto the ground with lightning speed to pick up the fragment of granola bar she'd dropped on the road, narrowly missing her temporary guardian's Growlithe's chipped, yellow teeth by centimeters. She glared at it and said icily, "I think I'm at the lab now. You can go home now."

Kizui had been staying in the home of Torryn Aswan, an Asian woman who was kind enough to let the girl stay in her home for a few days to learn about the region and the starters. Kizui, of course, had already studied the books on Jenta (there weren't very many) and had read the pamphlet on the starters so many times it was beginning to fall apart.

The woman's Growlithes, on the other hand, were far from friendly, and the one told to walk her to the lab to protect her from the 'wild Pokemon' hated her with a passion.

The canine trotted off with a growl, seeming to glare at her in distaste before going over the hill and past her field of vision. Kizui rolled her eyes, jammed her hands in her pockets, and began to walk, scuffing the hard dirt with the tips of her hiking boots, her empty pack thudding against her back with every step she took.

Fifteen minutes later, the girl reached the lab, a largish building in an English style that seemed to have an air of almost chaos around it, but a friendly one none the less. The air was nearly saturated with the scent of Pokemon, and Kizui couldn't care less.

She tentatively stepped onto the doorstep and rapped a fist on the wooden door.

"Hello? Is anyone there?" she asked, ashamed to hear the slight waver in her voice from nervousness. She didn't want to admit she was scared in the slightest, but she was about to make, potentially, the most important choice of her childhood....or what remained of it. She wasn't going to be hyper over it, but serious, because it was an important choice, but she wasn't going to be too critical either. Instead, she'd do what sounded right.

She stuffed the rest of the granola bar in her mouth. That sure as heck sounded right to her stomach as she waited for the professor to open the door.

[Naolin]

( Nyaa-chan was right. You should be a writer. Well, I shall be your Mod for the Lab. Yay me.)

"Just a moment!" shouted a slightly muffled voice. Following that were minor sounds of a struggle, then a triumphant "Ha!". Shortly after, a rather ruffled looking man opened the door. He peered through his glasses at Kizui, then hastily straightened his tie. "Um, yes, hello." he said, rather out of breath. "I'm sorry about the delay, that was just Hana and Haru acting up again. Today must have been an off day, however, because it took faster than usual to subdue them." Then he focused on Kizui more carefully. "Oh, look at me rambling on about my Pokemon, of course you don't care about that. I assume you're here for one of your own?"

[Torrne]

(Naolin-sama, do I qualify for the mystery Pokemon? I do not think of myself as a 'truely awesome roleplayer' but I have had two now compliment my writing...)

Kizui forced the rest of the granola bar down her dry throat before the man had finished talking.

"Yes, sir," Kizui said quietly, nodding. Her first impression of the man was that he was very odd, but she wasn't about to write him off as an idiot, because sometimes the oddest people are the smartest. She didn't want her first impression on him to be disrespectful, because, as her second foster mother had said, "The fewer people that hate you, the fewer people find reasons to make your life difficult." Also, this lanky white-haired man was to give her her first Pokemon. And if he didn't like her, he could give her a homicidal Sandshrew.

On second thought, it would probably be a homicidal Mankey, because the brochure said he didn't like giving out his Sandshrew.

"My name is Kizui Rivers, I presume you are Professor Cherry? May I come in?" she asked, her voice wavering no more.

[Naolin]

(Hm. Your post reminds me of my first Pokemon on Delmara, a homicidal Pichu. Well, you can definately write, and you have a sense of humor...I'm too soft. I should take points from Avalon-san. Oh well. Alright, I suppose you can have one. I already gave Bryquaine one, so that's one less Egg.)

The Professor studied the girl on his doorstep. She looked rather scrawney, with wide eyes and a calm face. "Please, come in." he offered, stepping back. Sitting down on a chair, he looked at her again, then appeared to be thinking. "Well," said the Professor at long last, "you seem like a responsible young lady, how would you like to partake in an experiment? I found several eggs recently, and I've been giving them away to young trainers like yourself hoping that they would hatch. If you would like an egg, you're welcome to it."

[Torrne]

(Thankyouthankyouthankyou Naolin-sama ;D)

Kizui hesitantly sat down as well on another nearby chair...though 'in' may have been a better description, for the thing...the only thing Kizui could describe it as was 'mooshy'. It seemed to absorb her, and she had no trouble imagining it eating her. She forced herself to sit up and wait for the Prfessor to initiate the picking-of-the-Pokemon.

There was a moment's pause. Kizui was almost worried that he'd say, 'No, sorry, you're not trainer material' and shove her outside again. However, a pregnant silence which was only broken by her fidgeting, of which she was dreadfully ashamed of, he suggested she take an egg.

Needless to say, the girl was ecastic. However, she fought to remain calm. Now she really, really didn't want to make a bad impression. If he ended up thinking she was irresponsible, needless to say he would take back the offer. "Th-That would be wonderful, Professor," she said, excitement evident in her voice. Still, it had a controlled quality to it, lending her an almost shy, but more of an eager quality. This was an oppurtunity she had not expected.

[Naolin]

(Heh. Mooshy chairs;the horror.)

The Professor chuckled, seeing the girl's excitement. "Well now, since it wouldn't be fair if you had to start out with only an egg, you will have the choice of any of the less rare Pokemon here as well. But first we'll choose your egg. Now, let me see-'' he said as he opened a drawer and drew out a glass box, inside of which were two eggs that seemed the same at first glance, but if you looked again you would see some slight differences. The first was black, with a navy pattern circling around it that resembled waves. The second was also black, but with red firebursts adorning it instead. The Professor removed all three from the box, placing them infront of Kizui. "As you can see, these eggs don't resemble those of any known Pokemon, so once yours hatches, I would appreciate it if you would come visit the Lab again and tell me what it is. This may prove to be an important piece of information." (You don't have to come back if you don't want, but if you do you'll get something nice. Not a Pokemon though, that'd be too many too soon.)