Welcome to Pokefalls. Lazuli is a harmonious Region of people and new species of pokemon. However, not all is well in the paradise. The Gleefuls started Team Blue Legacy to try and turn the place into the next reverse falls. Will you stand and fight them, or just carve your own journey? Enjoy your stay in Lazuli.
But Remember, not all is what it seems. Those who are good can be evil, and those evil can be good, remember at the end of the day: Trust No one. We are a nonlinear site which scales levels depending on where you are in your journey.
Post by Quentin Kruegar on Nov 20, 2018 18:56:59 GMT
Now I know That I can't make you stay
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Got Archen as my rare <3 #00bbdd - speech color
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Tugging on the sleeves of his jacket, Quentin glanced around himself, an almost instinctual nervous tick, hesitating before the door of the lab as he hugged himself, studying the building warily. Tugging out his trainer card, still new and free of scuffs and scrapes, he fingered it, running his thumbs over the lettering detailing out his basic info and the quickly snapped photo they used for his ID. It was only from a couple days ago, freshly printed still, as was his registration, wherever he had it in his bag. It had been easier then he thought to get, especially after all the difficulties he had been having trying to get any sort of job or find any good situation he could afford to live in, even here in Lazuli. It gave him hope, that maybe he could manage to be a trainer if nothing else, at least for a little while.
But it wasn't quite enough hope to still the worries that gnawed silently at him, reminding him how it could wrong, how he had put himself out on thin ice with no backup already, how he could be denied or fail. He hummed low under his breath, anxious. Today was the day though, and he had set an appointment ahead of time to force himself to come. He couldn't put it off any more out of these fluttering fears and uncertainties. He had to start doing something, start finding some sort of means of making a living and directing his life, even if it meant taking a bold step. Things couldn't just keep staying how they were in a pointless meandering drift...
Still, knowing all this didn't make it any easier. Taking a deep breath, Quentin shoved the card back in his pocket, one hand ruffling through his unruly curls of hair before he shook himself out slightly and pushed open the door, distant azure eyes taking a cursory cautious scan of the lab as he stepped in, clearing his throat awkwardly. "Ahh, hello... I'm here to receive my starter..." A quick glance at his phone as he angled it in his pocket to check the time, wincing slightly. "Sorry that I'm a couple minutes early" He should have watched better, he had been worried about not being late but it didn't do much good to show up before they were ready...
A Girl was playing with a skitty and pidove when quinten walked in. She quickly turned serious however when he walked in. "Welcome to the pokemon lab. I'm Mabel gleeful... you must be quinten right? You're kinda cute." she smiled, handing him the paperwork to fill out."If you could fill this out please?" She stepped to the back and started fumbling around with pokeballs, her pidove and skitty watching interestedly. She came back out with three, and sent out the pokemon within: ,, "Can i please have you choose from these Three pokemon?" She gave quinten his stsrter items, and smiled. "Take your time its a tough choice especially considering the two rare region exclusive variants..."
How to deal with flattery rip Also Archen child? o.O #00bbdd - speech color
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A girl, probably about his age if Quentin had to guess, or perhaps a bit younger, was in the lab already, a small plump grey dove and a pink kitten out prancing and fluttering around her, involved it seemed in some sort of game, though his entrance and timid greeting seemed to interrupt it before he could tell what it was they were doing. With surprising swiftness her playful demeanor turned more serious and formal, seeming to straighten up at his appearance. He blinked slowly, belatedly seeming to take in and process the rapid change of attitude and sluggishly straightening more with an uncertain smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he pitifully attempted to present a cheery impression to the girl. All in all he ended up closer to something dragged in by the cat, uncomfortable, exhausted, and decidedly out of place, but it was an attempt if nothing else.
She introduced herself as Mabel Gleeful, welcoming him to the lab before clarifying that it was indeed Quentin. He nodded absently, a grimace revealing the inner beratement he threw at himself. He didn't even introduce himself and instead just walked in demanding a starter, gods what was he thinking? He felt out of it, too distracted by the butterflies in his stomach and too tired to find his common sense and manners.
A moment later Quentin fully realized the last part of her comment, seeming to hesitate a moment stupidly as he tried to understand and respond to her comment, stumbling over his words for several moments, looking away as he let his shoulders roll up and his gaze flicker away, his ears faintly coloring and tingling with warmth. "O-oh, a-ah... thanks....? Um, yeah, Quentin, Quentin Kruegar." Hugging himself again, an awkward smile, chagrined and half almost a frown, spread to match Mabel's, if somewhat weakly. Cute? Well... it was... flattering of her to say so, but he hardly could see what made her think so...
Rubbing at his arms, when she passed some papers to him, Quentin fumbled to take it, nearly dropping the stack as tired fingers clumsily grasped at it. "Yeah of course" he quickly commented, his movement to take them far quicker then his actual coordination and reflexes to grasp the paperwork. Taking it at last with a mumbled "sorry," he thumbed through the pages, reading slowly through it all before he floundered with the pen cap and began filling out the pages, his handwriting still managing to be rather nice, if a bit looser and sloped then perhaps most.
As Mabel came back, pokeballs in hand, Quentin gestured the paperwork toward her, holding it out awkwardly for her to take back, or if she didn't immediately just holding onto it uncertainly. As the pokeballs were opened, he was quickly absorbed in staring at the three pokemon that appeared on the ground, half-lidded eyes widening in surprise and awe as he crouched down slowly, extending a pale hand gently forward. At Mabel's instructions, distracted, he looked up, nodding again with a quiet raspy "Okay," distant azure gaze seemingly distracted, though a weak wry smile offered what he could, his legs unfolding again with some seeming difficulty and weariness as he took the items offered, dipping his head gratefully. "Thanks" He softly added as his gaze slid back to the pokemon in question, flicking back slowly a moment as she advised him to take his time, his smile spreading to a brief flashed grin of gracious relief at that small assurance and permission.
Quentin's gaze was caught first by the pale canine. He couldn't help it really, he had always been one for dogs, but more then that it was beautiful, with white and pale cream fur, its coat fluffy and dense, and pale blue eyes that beamed straight up at him, eager and grinning. Was that one of the 'regional exclusives' then? Was it a specific breed of a pokemon species? He recognized it was a growlithe, but normally they were a blazing orange with cream and black. This one was a beauty, and unlike any he had seen before.
That was not to say the other two were not extraordinary or unique however. Quentin's gaze slid to the fox as he moved to crouch again with a bit of effort to keep his balance. Dark brown fur with a black ruff marked with brilliant teal and crimson eyes. There was a slyness to the fox though, a sharp toothed grin on it's features and a predatory cunning glint in those ominously colored irises quite different from the simple earnest excitement of the growlithe. The last was a mouse it looked like, a small rounded black and grey rodent that rocked back and forth swaying its small orb-like tail behind it, staring at him with beady dark eyes. Holding out his hand again, this time presenting it completely with open fingers, the mouse retreated a step, uncertain what to make of the gesture, while the other two approached eagerly, sniffing the presented greeting and taking in his scent. A flash of needle-sharp teeth, and a moment later Quentin gasped sharply in pain, pulling his hand back and holding his bloody fingers close, wincing. It appears the fox had a quite bite too, the pokemon in question tilting it's head and seeming to lift it's chin as though in challenge, or perhaps in prompt. If he was supposed to return a certain reaction though, he was lost. Sucking on the edges of his fingers gingerly, he stood gingerly, brows furrowed, his unbloodied hand moving to hug himself again out of habit.
A sidelong look at Mabel, and removing the offended digits from his lips with a sheepish frown, Quentin glanced away as he spoke, flinching slightly. "Err... my bad... um, may I take them though?" Gesturing to the dog, he clarified a moment later in his soft slurring voice. "The growlithe that is... I think they will be the best companion for me"
Mabel smiled as he handed back the paperwork, taking it and putting in the pile to be sorted later. It was then that Quentin went about choosing out of the three Pokemon. He seemed to be looking at one of them mostly and smiled as he selected the little pup. "The Growlithe? Nice choice." She said as she put the other two away and gave Quentin the ball for the Growlithe. "Right, you have your starter and your items, the paperwork is done...what have I missed...." She asked herself before her Pidove tugged on her flying towards another Ball sat lonely.
"What are you do-?!" She paused from her shouting as she spotted the Ball. "Oh, cheers" She thanked as she petted her Pidove. She then grabbed the Ball and handed it to Quentin. "In here as an Archen, it should be useful to you. If you have any questions feel free to ask. Otherwise, you are free to start your journey" She explained, with that, she would clean up the desk a little waiting for any questions he may ask her and to also avoid upsetting the Professor.
Thankeee Blaze, gonna be glad to get that PC up and be done Taking Jaw fossil and Fire stone Growlithe - Siegfried - Female Archen - Roland - Male #00bbdd - speech color
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A wary uncertain smile tugged at the edges of Quentin's lips at Mabel's seeming assurance and satisfaction with his choice, his unbitten hand wrapping itself around his midsection, his flickering gaze still uncertain but the subtle relaxation of his shoulders and stance taking relief in her positive words. He knew he had been worked up for nothing, but still having the whole process be that easy and simple was a massive weight off of him. He was here. He had a pokemon. He was a trainer now. It wasn't that bad at all. Maybe... maybe he could do this. Well, no, he had to do this, but it would be fine. He would make it, he would manage it. "Right growlithe?" He murmured to it, looking down at the oddly colored canine. It bobbed its head at him slightly, pale eyes squinting up at him as it tilted its head, tongue lolling as it panted for a moment, tail swishing behind it. He hummed thoughtfully a moment, seeming to realize something. "Ah, I should give you a name shouldn't I? Just so... I have something to call you by other then growlithe hm?" Letting the idea sit a moment, he jerked his head slightly back to Mabel, distracted and slow on processing.
Ah, she seemed to be just reviewing everything though. He took the pokeball offered to him with a glance at growlithe again before tenderly putting it away. Quietly waiting as she pondered and seemed to grasp at something she was missing, Quentin offered a wavering uncertain smile, his brows furrowing slightly as he silently stood, wondering what else there could be. Her pokemon seemed to answer the question for her, fluttering away as she started to scold it before seeming to come upon an epiphany at the bird's destination. Quentin felt his brows raise slightly, furrowing even more as he watched her thank the pokemon, retrieving another pokeball. What could the second one be for? She had already put away the other two starters and he had the one for growlithe....
Mabel was holding the pokeball out to him though, and awkwardly he took it as well, looking at it before looking at her, questioning and confused. Then surprise and gratefulness came over his expression as she explained, and he hugged the pokeball close to him with both hands, the cold metal stinging slightly against the bite on his fingertips. "O-oh" He stammered, not sure how to respond a moment and taken by the complete unexpectedness of it. "Th-thank you, yes, I will..." Carefully pocketing the second ball as well after a moment of consideration, Quentin grabbed the backpack of items given to him and gingerly slug it over one shoulder, bowing his head to Mabel with another flashed quick smile. "Thank you again..." Uncertain what else to say, he uncertainly turned and left with a small wave to the girl, though he wasn't sure if she saw, busy reorganizing her desk as she was.
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