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Paying $30 and adopting Lv 1 M Mareep.
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In the chaos of recent weeks, it was no wonder that the Adoption Center was crowded with both people and Pokemon. With so many people giving up their Pokemon in search of a fresh start, Jade couldn't help but pity the poor creatures. With how close she was to all of her Pokemon, she couldn't imagine parting from them. Even Buddy, when they had been together for only a few weeks now, felt like a proper part of the family. So as she stood before the center, spectating the chaos within, Buddy perched on her head and beat his wings. "I'm not sure if we'll find anything in there, bud. Still want to visit?" Jade asked of him. While her other Pokemon were wonderful walking companions, Buddy's small and unassuming form was a blessing to Jade, wanting to attract as little attention as possible.
Buddy kicked off from Jade's hair in front of her and nodded. "Cuuue!" He cried, flying circles around her head. He seemed excited, to say the least. "Alright, we'll head in. I'll follow you, fly up high if you get lost, alright Buddy?" Jade said, already walking forward. The Cutiefly flittered forward, bouncing happily in flight. As the two approached the door, they struggled past a few people leaving the building with excited faces and fresh Pokeballs clutched in their hands. She smiled for their newfound friends, but she felt weird about the idea of effectively a Pokemon store. A scenario like that is where Orville likely escaped from, and Alice was likely purchased from by her family. But they were in better hands now, and these Pokemon probably prefer to be with these new trainers than abandoned on the street. Jade felt uncomfortable in the building. The plot of land the Adoption Center sat on was beautiful, and while meeting all of these Pokemon was quite nice, she'd much rather be outside or literally anywhere with less people. Buddy buzzed ahead, though, towards a set of cages near the back wall and she felt forced to follow. The Cutiefly had a knack for getting into rough spots on his own, too curious for his own good. He hovered before a cage containing a Lillipup and stuck his probiscus in, trying to get a bit closer. The pup ran up to the cage and gave a little bark before licking the bars and messing up Buddy's fluff, slicking it back into a little cowlick on top. Buddy flew back, trying to shake the slobber off, and the Lillipup fled to the back corner of his cage, lapping up water to get the pollen out of his mouth. Jade couldn't help but laugh. "C'mon Buddy, let's go outside for a bit. I want to see what's out there." Jade said, taking the Cutiefly in her hands and scratching at his head. Buddy let out a gentle "Cuuue..." and went along with it, content with his current situation. She went to the right side of the building, almost knocking over a poor clerk carrying a stack of papers in her struggle to push through the crowd. "Sorry! Sorry! Oh gosh! I'm sorry!" She somewhat shouted, and pushed open the door into a the fields beyond. While there were a few people wandering about, it felt more free than inside, and she was content. "Alright, lead the way little dude." She held her hands out and the Cutiefly flew ahead, following a worn path to many buildings out ahead. Buddy kept stopping every once in a while to fly down to some nearby wildflowers, and Jade took in her surroundings whenever he did. There are definitely worse places to stay, she thought. Eventually, the duo made their way to a plain red barn, slightly worn down but still standing. Buddy hovered over to the door and tried to pull it open with his tiny arms, struggling and pulling with all of his might. "I've got this one. What are you looking for? There's no flowers in there." Jade asked as she walked forward, nudging him aside and pulling on the door. The room inside was mostly lit with a window in the top of the barn and some lanterns, with a floor coated in hay and individual stables on the sides. Buddy buzzed ahead to one of the little stables, and poked inside. Jade followed and peeked over a stable door to see a bright pink Pokemon, with a small yellow flower on its head. It was laying down on its side, resting on a pile of hay. "Cutie!" Buddy cried out, hovering around. The other Pokemon poked his head up, glancing back and forth to Buddy and Jade. It stood suddenly on shaking legs, backing up further into the corner. "Hey, little one! It's alright!" Jade said quietly, trying her best to calm it down. She pulled out her Pokedex from her bag and registered the new Pokemon as a Deerling, male. He gave a whimper and stared back at her. "We don't mean to hurt you, ok? Why are you all alone out here?" Jade said. Buddy flew down to the flower on the Deerling's head and tried to search for nectar in it. The Deerling leaned down, trying to dodge away. "Dee!" He said, trying to headbutt Buddy away. Buddy flew straight up and around "Just shy? I understand that. This place has been kinda crowded today, huh?" Jade starts to take a seat on the dusty floor. "Do you just like to be alone, or are you afraid? Because, y'know. People aren't that scary. Just overwhelming sometimes." The Deerling stood up straight again and stopped leaning into the wall. "Do you mind if I stay here for a bit? I have some things I want to draw that I saw today." Jade said, pulling her sketchbook from her bag. She watched the deer for a response. He kneeled back down and laid on the hay, still watching Jade hesitantly. Jade sat like that for a while, sketchbook in her lap. Buddy eventually got tired of buzzing about and went back into his Pokeball for rest, leaving Jade and the Deerling alone in silence. Night began to fall outside, and the barn was only dimly lit by the gentle orange light, Deerling's breathing slowed back down to normal and then down to near sleeping. Jade checked the time on her Pokegear and set her sketchbook aside. She nudged the Deerling awake, his head rising quickly before remembering. "It's getting late. I've gotta run home, alright? Thanks for letting me stay with you." Jade whispered, trying not to upset him too much. She stood and dusted herself off as much as she could. "Later, little guy." Jade waved to him as she openned the stable door again and started to leave. She heard the creaking of the rusty hinge behind her. She turned to see the Deerling, standing as confidently as he had ever been in front of her. "You coming with me, then? We'd be happy to have you." Jade said. He walked towards the door of the barn, and the two left in silence, with something understood between them. When they made it back to the Adoption Center, only one clerk was left at the building. They seemed concerned to see them so late, but Jade explained quickly. "I've been sitting with this little one for a while, and I lost track of time. Is it too late to adopt?" The clerk shrugged, setting down a bottle of food for a Murkrow in front of them. They explained they might as well, now that the building is closed. Jade thanked them, and the Deerling nuzzled up against her, happy for the companionship. --- Adopting this level 1 Male Deerling with the payment of $30. He's gonna go into a normal Pokeball, dropping me down to 3 for that batch. Thanks for running everything so cleanly, Tate. |
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Elka was sadly, slow to the adoption centre reopening it's doors. The young girl had woken up late, had trouble with her crutches, and Pascal seemingly didn't want to behave properly. She shrugged it off, better late than never she supposed. The enter having next to no one in it would certainly be better for her ego as well. No pitied stares, just her and her new companion.
Hobbling inside, the young girl noticed stacks upon stacks of cages. Each was filled with a different Pokemon, organised alphabetically for ease. Elka glanced up and down the rows, sighing as she looked at the heavy amount of Pokemon remaining in the centre. Tugging Pascal's leash, she instructed the young Eevee to guide her up and down the various rows of Pokemon, only stopping him to take a closer look into some of the cages. She wandered for quite awhile, finding herself inside the 's' wing of the adoption centre. She signalled for Pascal to stop and glanced inside one of the cages, a small Skitty lay tucked away in the back corner. It looked scared, probably tired of all the curious eyes that had rested themselves across it's flank. Elka tutted to herself, taking a step closer to peer at the nameplate on the cage. "SKITTY, FEMALE" A female, huh? Elka had to admit her current roster was lacking in girl power... and Skitty was certainly a cute Pokemon that she somewhat admired. She glanced at the pink cat again, making up her mind at that very moment. She signalled an employee and went about the adoption process, answering various questions until she was finally granted permission to take the young Skitty; following a small fee of course. "What will you be naming her?" Asked the young worker, preparing to open the cage and enclose the cat inside the Pokeball. "Mochi." Replied Elka, looking down at the small cat with a smile. She herself looked a lot brighter at the prospect of finally getting out of this place. Elka smiled to the attendant following the adoption and left. Her new Pokemon happily resting inside a Pokeball. --- Adopting this female Skitty, who from this day forward will be named Mochi. Here's the $30, and she's going into a regular ole' Pokeball. |
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As she guessed, there were indeed larger Pokemon outside, but not very many at all. She approached as many as she could, asking if any of them were interested in joining her on her quest. To her disappointment, many of them mocked her, and made themselves quite clear that none of them were interested. Dragging her feet sad and discouraged, she began to head toward the door inside. As she walked, she noticed a Pokemon hidden off to some shade, all by itself. It had an intimidating appearance, but its eyes stood out to her as quite lonely, and perhaps a bit friendly. She decided to give this Pokemon a shot, and walked up to meet it. The Pokemon was much bigger than her, and looked down at her with a quiet stare. A few moments passed, the two staring at each other with curiosity. It was then that Maria decided to break the silence, greeting the big Pokemon in Pokemon Language. "Hello big Pokemon, why are you all alone?" The Pokemon's face lit up in surprise for a moment, but quickly returned back to its quiet slate. After another moment of silence between the two, its mouth slowly opened, letting out a sorrowful response. "The other Pokemon don't like me very much, little one. They call me terrible names, call me unwanted. That I'm a horrid excuse for a Pokemon, and that's why my trainer dumped me here. That I shall rot in this center. The list goes on and on, I'm afraid." Maria gasped. How awful of those Pokemon to bully this poor thing. She shuffled closer and hugged the big Pokemon, comforting it. The Pokemon shifted around uncomfortably, but after a few pats from Maria, it calmed down, content. The Pokemon seemed nice enough, and Maria couldn't understand why they would hurt it so. Looking up to meet its eyes once more, Maria furthered the conversation. "It is ok big Pokemon, I was unwanted too. It gets better. I am Maria, and this Mimikyu is Boop. What is your name?" The big Pokemon closed its eyes, lost in thought. For a moment, it seems to recall something, but it then shakes its head. "I...used to have a name, but I cannot recall it. It has been too long. That will simply not do for introductions though...ah, this may work as a substitute. My species is known as Bouffalant. It is nice to meet you, Maria and...Boop." Maria's lips pursed underneath her cloth. This would simply not do. Every creature needed a name of its own. A name meant you existed, a name was everything. Without a name, you were nothing. Maria looked up at the Bouffalant with fire in her eyes. She was determined to give this bull a name, no matter how long it took. To the fortune of the readers and I, the Bouffalant read the situation well, and quickly popped a question to distract her. "So...what brings you to the adoption center? I saw you ask those other Pokemon something. Are you recruiting for some sort of quest?" This snapped Maria out of her "figure out a name" stupor. The Bouffalant was curious about her quest! "Yes! We're searching far and wide, through tomb and dungeon, through sky and field, for Arceus' trousers!" Maria stated with enthusiasm. The Bouffalant was visibly confused at this statement. What the hell were Arceus' trousers? He was about to inquire, when Boop interrupted. "Now now, Maria. You're a bit too excited. Here, let me explain to him our quest while you, er...put that energy to think of a name for our friend here?" Maria nodded, and began to toss ideas around her brain. While Maria was doing this, Boop pulled the Bouffalant to the side. Moving in close to the Bouffalant, Boop began to whisper, "Maria was raised by among my tribe of Mimikyu. For the most part this turned out fine, but as you can see, she's developed some...questionable tendencies, such as the blanket over her. The story of Arceus' Trousers was created by our elder to get her out and interacting with her own kind, to travel the world. The idea was that this interaction would fix some of her problems. If you could humor her, it would be greatly appreciated." The Bouffalant nodded, understanding of the situation. The two turned back to Maria, who was looking at them with confusion. After Boop assured her that she had educated the Bouffalant of the wonder of Arceus' Trousers, Maria's confusion turned to excitement. She had thought of a name for her new friend. "Ok so, I was thinking that you could be called Buffy! It's a strong yet compassionate name, a good one I think. It envelops your strong appearance, and your nice, quiet personality. What do you think, Bouffalant?" The Bouffalant moved his mouth around in thought. After a few seconds, he nodded his head in approval, and stomped his hooves. "Buffy! I like it. Come little one, let us find those trousers!" Maria jumped for joy. She sprinted toward the door, and ran inside. A minute later she returned, a female attendee following her. Extending the adopting fee to the lady, she pointed toward the Bouffalant, exclaiming in her best English, "Adopt Buffy!" The lady looked at the Bouffalant and smiled. Turning back to Maria, she took the adoption fee and said, "Alright, he's yours. Remember to put him in some form of Pokeball, though." --- Adopting this Male Bouffalant by the name of Buffy. Here's the 30 pokedollars, and he's going in one of my five Pokeballs, leaving me with four remaining. |
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and yet, many of the "new beginnings" promised elsewhere had yet to begin here, in the particularly chaotic center of Fizzytopolis; many Pokemon were still in their own personal winters, their hearts frozen from abandonment, waiting for the gentle thaw of a new trainer to warm their hearts once again. Niho's heart was eternal sunshine, even in this, possibly the bleakest moment of her life; resilient and playful, she loved with a reckless abandon that made it impossible not to love her, as well. Tate was not immune to this simple, unintentional spell; in fact, Tate had probably fallen deeper than anyone. Despite what conflicts raged within the manager's heart, and the conflicts of interest that may arise, love had clearly won out, and this precious creature would come home with Tate, no matter the cost. Perhaps the other members of the staff had anticipated this, knowing their superior - or perhaps she had been simply called to assist with keeping things in order, and was there on coincidence - but as Tate takes their turn in line, an eerie-looking lavender-haired woman in sharp business attire approaches the register. She smiles rather serenely in the midst of bedlam, as the Dragonite behind her silently watches on. "It was requested that I complete this transaction on behalf of your staff, who has told me of how wonderfully you and Niho have bonded" Marion says, with a smile, before looking with some confusion at the register. "So, wait... okay, this is a basic transaction, so... which button do I press? This one?" The clerks try not to roll their eyes, as one of them very graciously intervenes, coaching the Elite member through the basic process of operating the machine. The Dragonite visibly facepalms. "And... okay, and then I take the money and put it iiiiin - and sign here, here and here, oh, and initials on the top - and on page 15 - and there we go! I DEEM YOU ADOPTED!" Marion exclaims to Niho, perhaps a bit too energetically and a bit too royally, before giving her a pat on the head. Though the Totodile had always been a little ray of sunshine, it was clear she was positively beaming in this moment, brighter than one would ever think possible. From now on, no one could say that this pair was not rightly and justly brought together - Niho and Tate. There was a certain ring to it. Adoption of Level 01 Totodile (F) confirmed. |
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It had been a long time since Alice had visited the Adoption Centre-- not since taking in her dozy little Spinda. She had been in a bit of a slump recently. Thrown into a new world with no answers did that to a person sometimes, especially since she didn't really have any human friends to speak of. It had also taken time to make sure this was the right decision. Adopting anything on a depressive whim was not the right thing to do after all, but with the sudden overcrowding and plenty of love to give, Alice was sure this was a good decision.
Many Pokemon tugged at her heartstrings, but one little lady stood out the most. It was a sad looking Mime Jr, her pink form suiting the general aesthetic of the trainer and her team, and the shimmer helping her to stand out among the larger crowd. It was in its spot, anxiously teetering and imitating its pound-mates, probably out of habit and to keep her stimulated and focused. "Hey there, lil girl." Alice cooed, and the Pokemon jumped a little bit. On the young woman's shoulder, a bright pink Pichu waved a paw, looking perfectly cheery. From the pocket of her denim shorts, Alice procured a white sphere and plucked thirty pokedollars from her purse. "I think we'd like to take you home with us today. What d'ya say to that?"
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It was late afternoon when three trucks -- all with the fmiliar series of kennels installed in the back, and all with the League's logo printed on the side -- pulled into the Adoption Center's driveway. The exhausted staff groaned when they realized what was coming. It was hard to remain chipper in the face of what was almost derisively known as a 'dump off' at this point, although managerial staff was quick to remind that these large drop offs weren't anyone's fault and if anything, deserved a moment of reverence. Each one was, unfortunately, a reminder of the refuges who had to part with beloved companions in their quest for a new life after the political upheaval, and no matter how hard the work got or how much our feet ached, it was the duty of the staff to be sensitive to this fact. These were someone's loved ones, and this was a hard time for everyone. |
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Faeseer. A lovely term for a nasty condition. The moment the strange woman enters the Adoption Center, she finds herself reeling backwards, as if punched. In Ffion's mind, the crowds were still here. The chaos was at its zenith. Cages empty and fill before her eyes - shadows move, shift, leave, return - all is color and blur. Perhaps she should have waited longer, both for her heart to mend, and for the imprints of life to have faded from this place somewhat. There were thousands of stories here, intersecting, and it was if a hundred different narrators were trying to speak simultaneously, to provide the narrative for what she was experiencing. It was, simply put, complete sensory overload. It was enough to make her feel physically ill.
Feet firmly on the ground, she tries to take a few deep breaths and find her way back to reality... somewhat. At the very least, she needed to figure out who in this place she needed to talk to. Approaching the most stable-looking figure, she begins: "Hey! I'm here about some Pokemon -" she starts, before she realizes that others are staring at her... and the shadow vanishes. Fuck. Let's try again... "Could somebody -" she starts, before she catches the whiff of the smell of rain... It hadn't rained in days, and yet, the petrichor was palpable. Olfactory hallucinations were not typical for her, so why...? Ignoring the shifting figures around her and following her nose, she makes her way to one of the cages, containing a small, pink Pokemon appearing to be wearing a mask. He tilts his head, as if surprised to be receiving attention. Suddenly, the scent of rain shifts to the scent of roses - shifts to jasmine - shifts to any beautiful flower the Spritzee can possibly think of, completely exhausting himself in the process. He was stuck smelling of dandelions. Ffion giggles a bit, delighted at the scentshow the Spritzee had made. "Strange little talent you have," she says, in a tone that suggests it is a compliment she has received many times herself. "I was really hoping for more of a bruiser, you know..." The Spritzee, despite his exhaustion from attempting to exude such a bevy of scents, puffs up, curling its little wings an an attempt to show muscle where there is none. Ffion laughs heartily. "Oh, really?" She leans back, giving the posing Pokemon a once-over. "...I'm not convinced. Really, love, you're strange and talented and you need somebody else, because if you follow me, you'll just -" The crushed look in the Spritzee's eyes breaks Ffion's heart in a way that she thought impossible at this point. Two attempts at building strong teams, destroyed by failed missions - valued, beloved partners, often with bonds built over years lost in moments of bad judgment, or simply overpowered by the task at hand - she thought herself immune to this, by now. Perhaps one never was. "No, I'm sorry, I can't -" She sighs. The poor thing was nearly in tears. "...I can't say no to you. But I hope you know what you're signing up for. I'm a completely unhinged sunuvabitch, and the 'adventures' I get into... Often lead to death, for those involved. That I've managed to survive is... is sheer luck, and..." Spritzee's eyes glow with such adoration, such desire to be loved, that Ffion already realizes that the pursuit of dissuading this creature was going to be useless. "Right. C'mon then, let's go, little one. You're stuck with me now... for good or for ill." --- Claiming this Lv 01 (M) Spritzee. Using my Chocolate Ball from the 2013 Easter Event, and $30 from the bank. |
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The door slowly opened inward, an experimental push, if anything. After the near-carnage he'd heard of here just a couple of days before, he was surprised it was still on its hinges. Satisfied it wasn't about to fall off, the sturdy figure of Fizzytopia's resident fisherman trudged inside. It was nice and quiet, aside from the various noises of the Pokémon that were being cared for here. Certainly quieter than the last time he'd come by. But then, in that instance, he'd adopted a Yanma that was threatening to vibrate the building apart. Hard to get much louder.
But that had been a few years ago, now. He'd not often been to the Adoption Centre since, especially now that he'd gained most of the Pokémon he'd been after, usually from trades. But with the recent influx of trainers dropping off their previous team-mates, he'd decided to see what was available. And something caught his eye. Typically, it was yet another Sinnoh-native species, but one he'd been fond of for a while. Stepping up to the counter, the sullen-looking trainer gave a rare smile to the new face behind the desk, if a brief one. He didn't know the new manager very well, but from what he could understand he was a useful figure in the recent upheavals that had taken place around Fizzytopia. Who knows, maybe he'd get to know him a little better, as and when he started integrating himself more with the population again. Maybe. For now, the fisherman slid a sheet of paper across the counter, index finger tapping a circled thumbnail of one of the Pokémon up for adoption. He waited for a moment, until the creature was brought out - a purple, fuzzy creature with a cream stripe down its back, from between its ears to the end of its bushy tail. Normally, this species would cause both Pokémon and people to avoid it, due to its reputation... but Dave knew that it wouldn't emit its famous stench without due cause. And he wasn't intending to give it one. As the critter was placed on the counter, it looked around, stepping toward the fisherman, who held out a hand, fingers outstretched. It gave a few cautious sniffs, before stepping closer, allowing the human to gently pet the fuzzy face, resulting in a low, purring noise from the skunk, along with a small grin from Dave. Nodding, he reached into a pocket of his jacket, producing a small, brown sphere that he enlarged into a Chocolate Ball, along with a wad of cash - $30 in total. He slid the money across the counter, while the Stunky sniffed at the orb next to her. It smelled edible, but she knew what it was. Pressing her snout against it, she was soon enveloped in dark brown light, the ball snapping open to suck the energy inside. It barely even wobbled before a PING! rang out through the shop. The trainer scooped it up, before nodding to the manager, turning around and heading out. As he passed through the door, he could just about be heard muttering something. "...Cheery. Yes." Last edited by DaveTheFishGuy; 05-15-2017 at 01:58 PM. |
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