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06-05-2017, 05:21 AM | #190 |
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Abandonment... I wonder if my theories will prove correct: that it is considerably harder to form a lasting bond with a Pokémon who's been left behind by a previous human. Again, only direct observation will conclusively validate or refute my hypothesis. And so...
Rorik Pine cleared his throat as he approached the clerk. He felt awkward around other people, as much as he tried to behave normally. "E-excuse me. Hum, good morning. I would... I would like to adopt that Sawk over there, if-if you please. Hum, thank you. Kindly." Just as he was about to retrieve payment, a sudden wave of apprehension washed over him. He'd lost sight of that numbskull! "Munchlax? Munchlax where are you?!" Oh dear. Oh dear... What if he eats an abandoned Exeggcute? A defenseless Torchic?! Oh dear! He took to the shop's playground area, heart pumping madly in his chest, fully prepared to witness a scene of chaos as his Munchlax devoured helpless orphans mistaken for meals. But instead, he was shocked to find the air-headed bear sitting directly in front of a silent Meditite, trying to poke him into responding to no avail, before attempting to cross his legs and emulate the Psychic Pokémon's meditating stance. Thank goodness, idiocy prevailed over hunger. His mind at ease once more, he returned to the counter and concluded the payment. Still tring to regain composure, he hurriedly thanked the clerk, picked up his new PokéBall and dragged Munchlax out of the Centre. It wasn't until several hours later, back in his hotel room, that Rorik decided to introduce himself to his new partner Sawk, a reliable fighter he would no doubt need during his field research! "Hello there! My name is... what on earth?!" As the creature materialized from the confines of its Ball, it soon became apparent that there had been a mistake. The clerk had, no doubt, made a mess with the order... and Rorik had brought home a static, emotionless, mute Staryu instead. Oh, just lovely! As if I wasn't having enough problems bonding with Munchlax as it is, now I'm also in charge of a dead-silent Pokémon who doesn't even have facial expressions! Could my research be made any bloody harder?! He didn't have te heart to go and return a Pokémon he'd only just adopted, even if there was no way to even tell if Staryu was grateful. H'e have to live with the clerk's mistake and, somehow, make things work with this new unreadable companion... --- Adopting Staryu with $30, into a PokéBall it goes. Cheers! Last edited by Maskerade; 06-05-2017 at 06:03 AM. |
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06-10-2017, 06:11 PM | #193 |
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The bell chimed as the door to the Adoption Center opened and Gary entered once again. He told himself that he would stop coming back here, but it was becoming an addiction to him. Even though he felt a little guilty that with so many Pokemon on his team he wouldn’t be able to give them all equal attention all of the time, Gary knew that he could at least provide a comfortable home for them in his Secret Base in the Cloud Garden. Even if it was just one Pokemon at a time, Gary couldn’t turn down the urge to come waltzing back in here and pick out a new potential friend to rescue and take care of. On top of that, the scientist in him wanted to find new species of Pokemon to observe in a more natural setting, or so that’s how he rationalized it to himself.
Gazing up and down at the Pokemon sitting in various kennels, terrariums, and aquariums, it was the latter that remained on his mind today. As he peered over at the section of water Pokemon swimming in the fish tank, a particular one caught his eye. With a tall pink body, the Alomomola seemed to bring Gary back to his days in Unova where he studied and dove with the variety of aquatic species from the region. Alomomola in particular seemed to trigger a soft spot in his memory of a professor he once studied under, an older man who hailed from Kanto that everyone seemed to refer to as “The Fish Doctor.” Gary smiled as he snapped out of his stroll down memory lane and approached the counter. “Hi there, I’m becoming a regular around here I suppose. I’ve seen that Alomomola in here for a while now, so I thought I might be the one to give it a proper home.” Gary offered up the proper payment of $30 and walked back over to the fish tank with a Pokeball in hand. “The aquarium I have at home is a bit bigger than this tank you’re in. Would you like to like to go see it, Sensei?” Adopting that lv.1 male Alomomola please. <payment> Last edited by Sandaa; 06-12-2017 at 01:18 AM. |
06-11-2017, 10:36 AM | #194 |
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Dropping off Lv. 1 Female Cottonnee to the Adoption Center - reversion care (not that it probably matters either way, but she does have boutique coloration that would need reversing).
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06-11-2017, 12:26 PM | #195 |
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Dropping off Lv 1 M Togedemaru with I guess, maintenance care? He doesn't have anything to lose either way since he is just base level with no extra moves.
Bye little one! I know you'll find a home where you'll get the attention you deserve!
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06-11-2017, 06:00 PM | #197 |
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The Adoption Center. Every so often it bustled with activity these days, between the insane overabundance of Pokémon available for adoption, and the relaxed restrictions on adoption meant to counter that first thing. A number of Trainers have been makign repeat visits to the Adoption Center, adding to their teams and giving many Pokémon new homes. One such Trainer was going in the Adoption Center right now.
Keith Masters looked around. Even with all the adoptions going on in recent weeks, the place was still relatively packed. He had come here today with the intention of lightening this load somewhat, providing a good home for yet another Pokémon. The only question this time was, what Pokémon would it be? "Morning," Keith greeted the man behind the counter. In response, the man clapped his hands over his ears. "Agh! Not so loud," he whined. Keith blinked. He really hadn't been that loud. "Uh..." he murmured, quieting down somewhat. "Are... you OK?" he asked. "Ugh... yeah, I'm good," groaned the man. "Sorry, sorry, it's just... one of the Pokémon here kinda just really fucked with my ears earlier. It's actually a shame- not even his fault, he just gets overexcited, and then... well, yeah. Nobody who's considered adopting him has actually adopted him. It's really dampened his spirits. So... what can I do for you today?" he asked. Keith, whose eyes looked somewhat moist by this point, spoke up. "Well, you can show me to this Pokémon you were talking about," he stated. "Oh, dis is gonna end well," Meowth remarked sarcastically. The Adoption Center employee had similar concerns as well, but by this point, Keith had something of a reputation going for him- half his team was basically a bunch of misfits that he took in, that became like family to him. Many of them being Pokémon that other Trainers wouldn't, and didn't give any consideration to, be it due to species, gender, or some sort of personality quirk that didn't endear that Pokémon to most. Considering all the success Keith's had with previous Pokémon he took in, the employee considered, maybe this was the very chance that Pokémon had been hoping for. Keith followed the employee- this Pokémon wasn't being kept in the front room with most of the others. "He started getting overexcited whenever anyone started coming in the shop, and... well, it never ended well," explained the employee. "We've had to keep him isolated. It's really a shame, too..." he trailed off, unlocking a door, and allowing Keith to walk through it. The room contained a number of small trees growing out of pots, as though to make an inhabitant feel at home were said inhabitant accustomed to wooded areas or something. However, as Keith looked around, no Pokémon made itself visible to him- "YAN! YAN YAAAA!" All at once, the sound hit Keith's ears. Apart from the voice, which in and of itself wasn't so bad, there came a droning sound that went through his head with all the gentle subtlety of getting stabbed by an Escavalier. Keith gasped and covered his ears, an ultimately futile gesture, though the droning died down rather quickly as the source landed on one of the trees- one short enough that by landing on it, its face was level with Keith's. Wishing that the ringing in his ears would die down as quickly as the droning did, Keith pointed his Pokédex at the apologetic insect. "Yanma, the Clear Wing Pokémon. A Bug and Flying-type," said Keith's Pokédex. "Yanma flaps its wings at high speed to generate shock waves to attack, though these shock waves can destroy nearby windows. Its eyes can see 360 degrees without moving its head, and it is highly skilled at flying." "This Yanma's not that good at keeping its wings in check," explained the employee, who ahd entered the room once Yanma had quieted down. "We had to put in this room- reinforced windows. Completely Yanma-proof." "Yeesh," Keith murmured. He could see tears in Yanma's large eyes- once again, his wings had screwed him over, haven't they? But then he saw Keith approaching, a reassuring smile on his face. "It's OK, Yanma," he said. "I know you didn't mean to make those shock waves, right?" "Yan? Yan yaaa!" Yanma exclaimed, grinning once more. And once again, his wings started flapping, and once again, Keith found himself clutching his head, as well as Meowth. Yanma hastily tried to stop himself once more upon noticing this. "OK, it's fine," Keith said as Yanma looked down out of embarrassment. "Yanma, it's OK. You just need to learn a little control over those wings, yeah? You figure out how to only make shock waves on command, figure out how to only send them towards opponents in battle, you'll be great." "Yan ya?" Yanma said, now looking up at Keith. Keith smiled at Yanma. "Come with me," he offered Yanma. "We'll make a great team, I know it." "Yan! Yan ya! Yan ya!" Yanma cheered. This time, Keith covered his ears before the headache-inducing soundwaves started. Did it help? Not a lot. Was Keith about to change his mind? Hell, no. Indeed, Yanma finally managed to stop his wings once more, at which point Keith dug something out of his backpack- a regular Poké Ball. It had been a while since he used one of these, having favored a variety of variants as of late, but sometimes you just can't beat the classics. Also, he kept putting off his Poké Ball shopping trip. Nevertheless, Yanma's eyes lit up at the sight of the sphere in Keith's hands. His wings flapped once more, and this time he used them to take flight, ramming right into the Poké Ball's button. The Bug/Flying-type was sucked inside, and the ball barely wiggled before falling still. "Oy," groaned Meowth. "Dis is gonna be painful, isn't it?" "Oh, relax, Meowth," Keith grinned. "The windows at home are all reinforced, don't forget. We can train this guy with no problem." And he tossed the ball into the air. "Yanma, come on out!" he added. Yanma reappeared in a flash of light, landing on Keith's head. "Yan ya?" he buzzed. Keith smiled. "Welcome to the team, Yanma," he said. "All you need now is a nickname, yeah? I like the sound of Colin, what do you think?" "Yan! Yan yaaa! Yan yaaa!" cheered Yanma, involuntarily beating his wings once more. Keith's head was throbbing at this point, but he still smiled reassuringly at his new Yanma. Or, who would soon be his new Yanma. All he needed to do now was to pay for him. And, on the advice of the employee nearby, he also withdrew Colin prior to returning to the main area of the Adoption Center. It'd take some doing before Keith could bring Colin out wherever he pleased, a lot of training, but he felt like he was up to the challenge. And his head would feel the same way, given a little time for the throbbing to die down. OOC: Adopting the level 1 male Yanma. Paying 30 for him, putting him in a regular Poké Ball (#1 of 5), naming him Colin, and declaring his Ability to be Compound Eyes. |
06-11-2017, 06:04 PM | #199 |
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Another day, another visit to the adoption center. It certainly wasn't as busy as when she had arrived to pick up Artemisia, but there were still a couple faces among her beyond the usual staff members. Elka looked around, the cages still held many Pokemon, far too many in her opinion. The faces of the sad Pokemon peering out at her broke her heart, she wished she could save every single one of them. Her crutches clicked down the halls as she made her usual rounds, attempting to figure out which little angel she could possibly take home with her today. Pascal, curious as he was, sniffed at some of the bottoms of the cages; wondering what sort of Pokemon could be residing within them. She rounded various corners, peering into each cage that rested along them. There were a couple Pokemon that caught her eye, but each had far too many people around them for her to even attempt to get close.
She walked towards a certain wing of the adoption agency, this area seemed quite empty compared to the others. The only thing around her were the white walls and floors, as well as a few cages. Pascal strut ahead of her, glancing into each cage as he passed --- until one seemed to catch his eye. He paused, glancing at whatever was inside. "Ee, eevee?" He murmured, titling his head at whatever was resting inside the cage. Elka heard motion from within the cage, moving slightly closer. Whatever moved seemed to back up hearing the loud clacks of her crutches, Elka felt a little bad, peering into the cage. She saw a small squirrel-like Pokemon, it's large hazel eyes were filled with all sorts of emotions. The creature seemed to give a little smile, realising that Pascal and Elka weren't bad people. "Em... em-emolga..!" He seemed a little shy, keeping his eyes on Pascal. "Eevee! Eve!" Pascal looked really happy talking to the creature, and although Elka couldn't quite make out what they were saying, she knew it must have been positive in nature. Pascal looked up at Elka, gesturing towards the Pokemon. Elka knew what she had to do, she signalled an employee and got them to unlock the cage. This little guy was going to be joining them on adventures starting today, and his eyes seemed to light up upon watching his cage open. "How do you feel about the name Fletcher?" Asked Elka. The Emolga smiled brightly, giving a vigorous nod as he followed his new trainer out of the building. ((Adopting this lil guy in a regular Pokeball, here's the $30 for him. Also, declaring his ability as Motor Drive.)) Last edited by Naru; 06-12-2017 at 02:41 AM. Reason: added roleplay :o |
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