Most of the earlier-arriving trainers had already vacated the premise when a slightly larger than average Pidgeot started to descend from the sky, slowing it's descent until it gracefully touched upon the ground in front of the lab, kicking up a small amount of dust upon landing. The majestic bird of prey was preening it's feathers as a young man in a blue fleece jumped off of the bird, before looking up at it with a smile.
"I really don't see why they wanted me to go to Johto to do this. I would of been perfectly fine taking on the Kanto league back home, but no. They said come here to gain experience first, that it was easy." The young man sighed slightly before addressing the bird pokemon next to him with a grin.
"Thanks for the lift Skye, but I guess Dad will need you back at home now. I'll see you around big guy." The aforementioned "big guy" gave out a happy sounding screech to the young man as he took off once more, towards his hometown of Fuchsia City. Watching the bird retreat, the scrawny boy turned towards the lab and muttered.
"First they don't let me journey until I'm a properly aged adult, then they choose my region... I love those two, but sometimes they can be so overbearing. Oh well. This should be fun, at least." He said as he opened the door to the lab and immediately spoke out.
"Professor Elm? I think you got a call earlier, but my name is James, and I'm here for a starter po...ke...mon?" James said, drawing out the last word when he cast his eyes upon the scene of chaos in the lab: Papers strewn amok, little pokemon running around with a cacophony of sound emitting from their mouths, and a very frenzied professor and Quilava trying to herd them all together.
"..." James said nothing as he swiped a pokedex from the nearby table, hoping to just grab his stuff and go before he got involved in all this. Obviously the professor was very busy. Unfortunately, it seemed that wasn't going to come to pass as the Quilava caught the scent of him and turned in his direction, which also meant that Elm noticed him as well.
" Oh! I'm so very sorry for all of this! Crest, do you mind getting these young ones calmed down while I attend to this new trainer?" The Professor asked the fire pokemon. The Quilava nodded and went off to herd the pokemon together as Elm walked towards James, smiling.
" Yes, your father called earlier. I must say, it's rather late to finally start a journey at age eighteen, but I've had older come in... earlier today, in fact." He said, remembering Jake and his Beldum. "Anyway, have a look around the lab, see if there's a pokemon you might like."
James smiled and nodded at the professor, and was about to take a look when suddenly a cold chill prickled at the back of his neck. As James turned around, he came face to face with a Duskull, just... staring at him as the red eye of the ghost bounced from socket to socket. The two just stared at each other for a little while before James cracked a smile and took the Duskull in his arms... it was kind of heavy for a ghost. Of course, that could just be from James's severe lack of muscle.
"I'll take this little guy professor. I think he likes me." James said as the ghost emitted a happy sounding "Duuuuss." Or at least as happy sounding as a Duskull could be. It was probably something in the tone. Professor Elm nodded as James put the Duskull in a spare pokeball and clipped it to the inside of his coat.
" I already took a pokedex earlier when you were busy with the other pokemon, Anyway, I really don't want to take up too much of your time, so I'll be seeing you around." James said as he waved his goodbye to the professor and hurried out the door before Elm could respond. James didn't know why, but he always felt anxious around new people, even authority. Smiling, he took the pokeball out of his coat and released his new pokemon, as Duskull materialized, staring at James intently.
" Alright then, I guess first things first. We need to name you. How about... Kite? " James suggested as the Duskull bobbed up and down, apparently nodding. " You like it? Then Kite it is then! " James said as he scanned his new pokemon with the pokedex, both simultaneously registering it and scanning it for moves.
"Let's see what you know... Foresight, Night Shade, Disable and... Pain Split." James said as his eyes widened at the last move. "You know Pain Split? That's... lucky of me. I don't suppose you're immune to dark attacks too? " James said, cracking a smile at his attempt at a joke. Duskull just stared, in what seemed to be pity.
Sighing, James let out a nervous chuckle. " Worth a shot. But that means we can't really do much to normal types without setup, so... should we go out and catch a new teammate? " He asked as Duskull once again started to bob and spin around his head. I guess Kite just really liked James. It was rare to see a Duskull so in tune with a trainer, especially a new one.
" I'll take that as a yes then. " James said chuckling as he headed out towards Route 29... he was just lucky there was only one path out of New Bark Town, otherwise he'd of been lost for days. Not more than a few feet in however, James had to jump back as a Pansage leapt out towards him, tongue out and narrowly missing his face.
"Eh? What the... Kite, hit it with Night Shade!" James said, wasting no time as Kite shot out a black wave towards the monkey pokemon which collided as the Pansage reeled and fell on it's bottom.
"Pokeball, go!" James yelled as he threw one of his pokeballs at the monkey in haste, as it chimed once, then twice, and the Pansage was captured.
James picked up the ball and looked at it. "Well... that wasn't exactly intentional. But hey, I did say I wanted a new pokemon. So... welcome to the team, Basil."James said, glad that he had caught a new pokemon so soon, as Kite just looked onwards towards the forest, sensing people nearby. This was going to be an interesting journey...
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Kite the Duskull
Level: 10
Gender: Male
Nature: Calm
Moveset:
- Foresight
- Night Shade
-Disable
-Pain Split
Basil the Pansage
Level: 10
Gender: Male
Nature: Naughty
Moveset:
-Scratch
-Leer
-Lick
-Vine Whip