Post by silver on Aug 22, 2011 21:56:53 GMT
(OOC: I'd like to reserve a Zorua, but I'd also like your (the professor's) input on which starter would suit Ben best
)It has been a long walk from Montigue City. It was especially long considering he hadn't been able to travel by bicycle, seeing as how neither Ben nor his family ever really had the money for such things. And besides, everything in Montigue was more or less in walking distance.. And Ben had never minded being outside. True, he had to make his way with a Ranger in order to be within legal requirements (as he had no pokemon of his own), and that had been awkward. Felicia, the woman who was guiding him to the laboratory, was a vigoroth of a woman if ever Ben had seen one. Up at the break of dawn, and only heading to bed when Ben's feet were so sore he felt they were likely to fall off... That was what his life had been for the past week. Worse, her favored companion was a rather sassy purloin, one who was rather fond of scratching Ben when it decided he wasn't moving fast enough. And he had the angry, red marks on his arms to prove it.
But that time had passed, and now, at around eight in the morning, Ben found himself on Professor Hawthorne's doorstep. It still felt too early, and briefly, he wondered if the poor woman was even awake yet. As much as he didn't like the idea of sitting on the porch and waiting to be given some signal that he could come in... A few knocks didn't seem like they'd do any harm. And besides, it wasn't as if he could leave this little... Area, anyhow. He had no pokemon of his own, and any Ranger who came across him was likely to take him into the nearest station for holding for going out on his own. Nonsense, really... Or at least, Ben thought so. It was true, he had never seen a diseased pokemon, but Ben was also hardly a child. Surely he was capable of taking on some frothing pokemon, wasn't he?
He frowned, mouth pulled to one side as he rapped gently on the door, once, twice, three times, and then stepped back, frowning at the small catalogue the Ranger had given him the night before. She had barked at him to prepare himself, so that he would be able to make a good decision for his starting pokemon...And while that sounded good in principle, she also didn't know one very important fact: Ben couldn't read. A glaring flaw in her plan, that. But, always the gentleman, Ben had thought it best not to correct her. A good plan, he grimly reminded himself. Friendly 'ol Felicia looked as if she could have crunched his head into a teacup, given the proper motivation.
He swung his arms slightly, idly, watching the door in front of him with a touch of excitement, and a lot of anxiety. It wasn't everyday one got introduced to their first pokemon, after all... And what exactly he planned on doing after he had that pokemon? Beneson had no idea. He wasn't raised in a trainer family, nor a breeder family. He hadn't the slightest clue of how to begin raising one of the creatures, but he suppose that was why this visit was so fundamental. If the professor couldn't show him the ropes, no one could.
At last, impatience got the better of him and he rapped again on the door, a bit more insistently now: "Professor Hawthorne? Ranger Felicia sent a pidgey yesterday, I've an appointment to pick up my pokemon?"
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