The New Man In Town

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,440px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb= style, background-image: url(http://i591.photobucket.com/albums/ss358/Maiden-of-Fire/BlueWallpaperpattern-2-3.png); -moz-border-radius-topleft: 50px; border-top-right-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 50px; border-bottom-right-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 50px][bg=5E3634]         WE ARE THE CROWD, WE'RE CO-COMING OUT, GOT MY FLASH ON IT'S TRUE, AND THAT PICTURE OF YOU IT'S SO MAGICAL, WE'D BE SO FANTASTIC, OH, LEATHER AND JEANS, GARAGE GLAMOROUS, NOT SURE WHAT IT MEANS BUT THIS PHOTO OF US, IT DON'T HAVE A PRICE, READY FOR THOSE FLASHING LIGHTS, CUZ YOU KNOW THAT BABY I, I'M YOUR BIGGEST FAN I'LL FOLLOW YOU UNTIL YOU LOVE ME, PAPA PAPARAZZI I WON'T STOP UNTIL I'M YOUR BIGGEST FAN, I'LL FOLLOW YOU UNTIL YOU LOVE ME, YOUR PAPARAZZI So this was the magnificent abode of Professor Hawthorne. A light scoff left his mouth as he casually walked up the "charming" steps towards the house and walk up the "cute" path towards her door. All in all, this was nothing more than a hovel compared to his home in Blackthorn, but then again, getting sent to Nexivus to learn more about the Darkness as his job was hardly welcoming. He had to leave behind his partners and his surroundings. And especially his pokemon. If only he could have brought his father's Arcanine along and his childhood pokemon, Totodile, and his mother's Nidoqueen. Now pokemon-less, he was now forced into this house to find Professor Hawthorne and obtain one. He rang the doorbell, a hand on his hip as he pulled a loose strand of hair behind his ear, goggles scooped onto his brow and out of his face for the time being - he did not want to appear shifty for their first encounter, especially after doing a bit of research on the beautifully acclaimed tea loving professor. She could be untrusting of questionable would-be trainers in her region. Oh God, what if she offered him tea - No, that was wrong. When would she offer him tea? Braids hated the taste of tea, despite his formal and polite calling. He even loathed coffee, a drink that was passed around all the time at home. Maybe he would just hold his breath and pretend to enjoy it... Again he rang the doorbell, lost in his own paranoia of being accepted by this woman, but a steely calm settled over him when he blinked in sudden realization. He was handsome beyond belief - there was no way she'd refuse him her company, or a pokemon for that matter. BABY, YOU'LL BE FAMOUS, CHASE YOU DOWN UNTIL YOU LOVE ME, PAPARAZZI THAT BOY IS MINE words

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PROF. HAWTHORNE

“What do you mean we only have two teabags left, Daffodil?” interrogated the stressed professor. She could deal with the long hours, the fussy Pokémon, and sometimes less than capable assistants, but her sanity rested upon her… hourly tea. This just was not acceptable! The Raichu very well knew it was her designated job to inform the professor whenever the tea reserve was low. But not down to as little as two bags left! Hawthorne sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose. The poor mouse Pokémon bowed her head at her trainer’s scolding, simply taking it because it was truthfully her own fault. After mulling over her words Professor Hawthorne sighed, “Okay, I’m sorry for shouting, deary. I’m just very tense. I’ll go and buy more right now, okay? Watch the—” But as soon as she’d made her way to her desk for her purse the doorbell rang.

Its chime antagonized the professor’s already taught nerves, but she took three calming breathes before heading toward the door, only for the doorbell to stab at her once more. Quickly opening it a bit harder than necessary, she said through a strained, kind voice, “Yes, young man. Welcome.” She looked him up and down, and to be honest, she didn’t like what she saw. The last red-haired trainer she tended to had given Lilac her Gardevoir strange vibes, but he looked older. After a second’s hesitation she finally said, “Please, come in.” She fully allowed access to her building and walked toward her desk a second time, throwing behind her back, “would you like some tea? I promise you won’t regret it!” The thought of a nice, steaming cup of tea always got her going.

[Cree-licious!]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,440px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb= style, background-image: url(http://i591.photobucket.com/albums/ss358/Maiden-of-Fire/BlueWallpaperpattern-2-3.png); -moz-border-radius-topleft: 50px; border-top-right-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 50px; border-bottom-right-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 50px][bg=5E3634]         WE ARE THE CROWD, WE'RE CO-COMING OUT, GOT MY FLASH ON IT'S TRUE, AND THAT PICTURE OF YOU IT'S SO MAGICAL, WE'D BE SO FANTASTIC, OH, LEATHER AND JEANS, GARAGE GLAMOROUS, NOT SURE WHAT IT MEANS BUT THIS PHOTO OF US, IT DON'T HAVE A PRICE, READY FOR THOSE FLASHING LIGHTS, CUZ YOU KNOW THAT BABY I, I'M YOUR BIGGEST FAN I'LL FOLLOW YOU UNTIL YOU LOVE ME, PAPA PAPARAZZI I WON'T STOP UNTIL I'M YOUR BIGGEST FAN, I'LL FOLLOW YOU UNTIL YOU LOVE ME, YOUR PAPARAZZI Braids inched a hand towards his brow, lightly resting two fingers upon the bridge of his nose as a long and dreary sigh left him. Why was this taking so long? He wanted it to be as painless as possible, to get through this first day in Nexivus without this tortours gaze in front of him. Truthfully, he didn't do well at all towards new people, but new pokemon could be molded much easier than people could. Usually. There were always a few stouthearted pokemon and a few mouse brained trainers to deal with, but such things came few and far between. He glanced up when he thought he heard talking from behind the door...Something about going out to get more tea? A brief grin surfaced along his lips, thinking that maybe she'd have none to give him, and hurriedly removed his hand from his face, straightening his posture before the door opened. A rush of air greeted him, as well as a bit of tension in the action. Was she stressed, stretched out lately? The smile remained on his face, although it had softened considerably to make room for the most important first impression. But just before he affirmed that tea would not be served at this meeting, her next words after the initial invitation made his greeting fade. Juuust a bit, the corners of his mouth twitching visibly at the notion. Tea. "Hello, Professor Hawthorne. I'd love some tea, if that's not too much of a bother." He stepped into her house, glancing around the small home with masked distaste, before his eyes settled upon the pokemon who lived with her. He could spot a Raichu, looking just a bit glum, and a Gardevoir, who seemed to be giving him a look-over. Hmph. Psychic pokemon. They were perhaps, the biggest threat to his cerrade at any moment, but he waved his hand in greeting to them before turning back towards the Professor. "What lovely pokemon you have! Would you mind if I had a seat?" BABY, YOU'LL BE FAMOUS, CHASE YOU DOWN UNTIL YOU LOVE ME, PAPARAZZI THAT BOY IS MINE words

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PROF. HAWTHORNE

Professor Hawthorne was absolutely ecstatic that the new visitor would love some tea. When it came to her favorite drink, if anyone appreciated its taste as much as she did then they had easily made their way onto her good side. Lilac, however, was not buying any of it. Similar to the last strange red-haired man she felt a sort of undesirable sensation roll from him. He’s lying. The psychic type Pokémon conveyed her findings to the professor’s brain, sounding a bit repulsed. He hates tea. Closing the Gardevoir’s adverse thoughts from her head Professor Hawthorne smiled and waved a hand at the chair in front of her desk. Lilac needed to learn to stay out of other people’s heads sometimes.

“Thank you so much! I’ve had them with me for a long while, now. And of course, take a seat here. How could one enjoy their tea standing? Simply unacceptable!” As if she sensed the command on the professor’s lips, Daffodil disappeared into the back room, beginning to boil the water for Professor Hawthorne’s tea. It was obvious she was going to ask for some for the last two tea bags she had, so she might as well get a head start on the request. Professor Hawthorne quickly ran through her desk before revealing a small booklet. Handing it to the young man she smiled and said, “Pick any Pokémon you’d like from this and I’ll be more than happy to bring it to you.” It was strange how people who had a similar love for tea made her so giddy.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,440px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb= style, background-image: url(http://i591.photobucket.com/albums/ss358/Maiden-of-Fire/BlueWallpaperpattern-2-3.png); -moz-border-radius-topleft: 50px; border-top-right-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 50px; border-bottom-right-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 50px][bg=5E3634]         WE ARE THE CROWD, WE'RE CO-COMING OUT, GOT MY FLASH ON IT'S TRUE, AND THAT PICTURE OF YOU IT'S SO MAGICAL, WE'D BE SO FANTASTIC, OH, LEATHER AND JEANS, GARAGE GLAMOROUS, NOT SURE WHAT IT MEANS BUT THIS PHOTO OF US, IT DON'T HAVE A PRICE, READY FOR THOSE FLASHING LIGHTS, CUZ YOU KNOW THAT BABY I, I'M YOUR BIGGEST FAN I'LL FOLLOW YOU UNTIL YOU LOVE ME, PAPA PAPARAZZI I WON'T STOP UNTIL I'M YOUR BIGGEST FAN, I'LL FOLLOW YOU UNTIL YOU LOVE ME, YOUR PAPARAZZI Ah, the intricate etiquette of tea drinking. Braids learned from a very young age from his father that all forms of formality was to be stictly enforced within social matters. And since this was a social call, perhaps for her more than anything, this rule applied. Braids would be friendly and act gentlemanly for the time being, hopefully, not allowing her to see what kind of man he really was. He smiled politely, nodding to her words while allowing his reddish gaze to sweep over all her pokemon once more. He spotted the Raichu scurry away in its rodent fashion into the kitchen, probably going to boil water for the tea or fetch some already premade brew from the stove. Freshness appealed to Hawthorns tastes a bit more, he thought. though. His head spun with renewed interest towards the papers she presented him with, and took it lightly between his fingers before he cracked it open and flipped through the choices. A few intrigued him right off the bat, particularity due to their beauty factor as well and what kind of creature's they'd eventually become. And the strongest choices too, of course. The vulpix and the Houndour caught his eye directly, but fire pokemon...A thoughtful sneer darkened his maw, lips turning into a pert frown. He had been raised by his father and his fire pokemon, he wanted something different (even if they both were handsome creatures). His turnings became more hurried as he neared the end. Was that all? The frown disappeared however when he saw the electric page. And the Mareep. And electric type! Now that would be something he wouldn't mind having. "Yes." He said while he seated himself down in front of her desk."I'm very interested in your electric types. Particularly the Mareep. When you bring them out, could you tell me a little bit about each one?" This was sincere; he wanted to make sure that his first pokemon would be able to deal with his conflicting personality and have the opportunity to tolerate and even enjoy being around him. The last thing he wanted was a disobedient or weak pokemon. BABY, YOU'LL BE FAMOUS, CHASE YOU DOWN UNTIL YOU LOVE ME, PAPARAZZI THAT BOY IS MINE words

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PROF. HAWTHORNE

Daffodil tapped her padded foot against the floor as she waited patiently for the boiling water to give a familiar screech. The little Raichu was craving a bit of the brew as well, but quickly scolded herself for having such desires. This was her punishment: she’d forgotten to do what she was told, and boy was she suffering. It was nothing short of pure torture watching the tea kettle warm up but knowing that none of its contents were intended for her. Back at Hawthorne’s office the giddy woman giggled inwardly at her guests peculiar expressions as he regarded her booklet. He’d taken an initial pause in the beginning where the fire types were located but quickly moved onward through book, rapidly turning the pages instead of fully absorbing the Pokémon on each one until he stopped towards the end. As verification to Professor Hawthorne’s presumption the man requested that he saw a few of her Mareep. Just then, a shrill whistle rang from the other room, notifying her that she would soon be grasping a relaxing cup of tea in her hands. “If you’ll excuse me, I’ll go and get your Pokémon. My Raichu, Daffodil, will meanwhile serve you your tea.” Once the professor disappeared from the office the mouse Pokémon bustled in and positioned the steaming kettle at the center of the desk. She then placed two cups at either end of it for the guest and the professor and proceeded to fill them both generously; decorating them with a tea bag and then hurrying back out. There was no reason in antagonizing her thirst further by watching the two enjoy her very own favorite beverage.

Professor Hawthorne then reentered her office, three Poké Balls within her hand now. Once the trio of Mareep was released she set into explaining them as the man had asked. The first seemed completely indifferent to its surroundings, as if it didn’t care whether it was inside its Poké Ball or out, it made no difference. “She’s quite the nochalant little lady, isn’t she? Obedience and independence comes naturally to her, but she has no problem taking the matter into her own hands for herself.” Another Mareep—whose hair was far more unkempt and matted at random patches—wasted no time in order to closely examine the strange man. With a smile she explained, “That little guy loves company, so be ready for full commitment if you choose him. He’s not the quickest battler of the three, but he’ll certainly make up for it in ingenuity and will love you most unconditionally.” The electric type gave a baa of delight as he deemed the young man worthy of his kindness, obviously growing fond of him. The third wrinkled its nose and looked away in disgust. How could that simple minded cotton-ball already be attached to the stranger? Sighing, Professor Hawthorne said, “He’s the most difficult of the bunch. He’ll listen to you simply because he yearns to battle and become stronger. Although he has a slight temper and when it is set off it will result in him going on a rampage. Patience is necessary to tolerate him.”

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,440px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb= style, background-image: url(http://i591.photobucket.com/albums/ss358/Maiden-of-Fire/BlueWallpaperpattern-2-3.png); -moz-border-radius-topleft: 50px; border-top-right-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 50px; border-bottom-right-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 50px][bg=5E3634]         WE ARE THE CROWD, WE'RE CO-COMING OUT, GOT MY FLASH ON IT'S TRUE, AND THAT PICTURE OF YOU IT'S SO MAGICAL, WE'D BE SO FANTASTIC, OH, LEATHER AND JEANS, GARAGE GLAMOROUS, NOT SURE WHAT IT MEANS BUT THIS PHOTO OF US, IT DON'T HAVE A PRICE, READY FOR THOSE FLASHING LIGHTS, CUZ YOU KNOW THAT BABY I, I'M YOUR BIGGEST FAN I'LL FOLLOW YOU UNTIL YOU LOVE ME, PAPA PAPARAZZI I WON'T STOP UNTIL I'M YOUR BIGGEST FAN, I'LL FOLLOW YOU UNTIL YOU LOVE ME, YOUR PAPARAZZI Braids watched out of the corner of his eye for the Raichu to return with the tea, not like he was looking forward to downing that grit concoction down, or anything. Tea just never appealed to him after all, but judging by how fond tea was to the darling Professor, he'd have to plainly stifle his current needs and play the part. Luckily, he was good at it. He nodded when Hawthorn left the room to fetch the pokemon he asked for while the Raichu rushed into the room, tray in hand, and set down said tray in front of him. Sighing inwardly, he man reached out to scoop up his cup with delicate ease, holding it with a sigle hand as he rotated it absently waiting for her to return. When she did, Braids immediately stole a quick sip, a tingle of displeasure traveling down his spine, but otherwise not causing the instinctive grimace to darkened his face at the taste. So instead, he pretended to become very thoughtful when she released the pokemon from their pokeballs, setting down his cup and nodding towards each one as he studied their initial reactions towards him. The female Mareep seemed completely out of the picture, not entirely interested in anything. That wouldn't do - she needed to be focused at all times of her surroundings and aware of her emotions and how to express them fully when he tried to woo trust. The second went right up to him, sticking his nose where it didn't belong. The man frowned, lifting his leg slightly at such affectionate attention, clearly a bit uncomfortable. While he was debating with himself, he later discarded the idea that this one could be his partner - although friendliness and love towards him was a plus, it could also interfere with his deception factors or show love and mercy towards those he could possibly dislike. The third however, caught his attention, chuckling with amusement at the sheep's reaction to the former. It was easier for him to teach that one some manners and keep his initial distrust than to teach the loving one to purposefully hurt something it might grow to attached to. Besides, that one could easily find a trainer, this one...not so much." I would like the third one, please. Of course, if that's alright with you, Mareep." He addressed both the Professor and the third Mareep, reaching out his hand towards it, but not touching. He took another careful sip of his tea with his other hand, never looking away from the sheep pokemon. BABY, YOU'LL BE FAMOUS, CHASE YOU DOWN UNTIL YOU LOVE ME, PAPARAZZI THAT BOY IS MINE words

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PROF. HAWTHORNE

It made the professor all giddy watching the young man react to all three of her Mareep. There was some hint of child in him, even if he did not intend to express it. How could Lilac think so ill of such a person? She needed to stop jumping to outrageous conclusions. Meanwhile the Gardevoir looked on with little interest. She simply hated it when the professor disregarded her readings as simple ‘judgments’ she conjured up on the spot. It was as if she forgot that she was a psychic Pokémon from time to time. Oh well, a person that lied about enjoying tea wasn’t nearly bad as a convict on parole. Much to the professor’s surprise her visitor smiled at the anti-social electric type. It was too much to ask for him to take that one, but his willingness was more than appreciated. Trying to mask her surprise as much as possible, Professor Hawthorne smiled and returned all three of the Mareep to their respective Poké Balls in order to hand over the man’s desired companion. “I’m so glad you decided to choose him. You two will certainly develop into flawless battlers. Good luck with your journey!” Although she was directing most of her luck toward training his new Pokémon.

You've received a Mareep!

Male.
Level: Five.
Tackle | Growl | (Egg Move)