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Post by Professor Victoria Yew on Jun 2, 2020 21:35:37 GMT
time: day weather: clear characters: Professor Victoria Yew , Mya "Rainbow" Saller battle mechanics: none
Professor Yew The professor opened the door to the Lab's scarcely-used trainer lounge. As she rather expected, only one individual waited inside. It had only been a month since the first confirmed Pokemon sightings, after all -- not enough time for many people to actually become trainers, and the Lab had only started advertising its resources a week ago. "Are you Mya Saller?" the professor asked. That was the name on her next appointment, scheduled for right now, so if this wasn't Mya Saller, one of them was in the wrong place. how can we claim to understand something we've never experienced?
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Post by Mya "Rainbow" Saller on Jun 2, 2020 22:21:03 GMT
The World Tried to Burn All the Mercy out of Me It hadn't been too long of a wait or a journey. The moment Pokemon came back to the world Mya told her parents she was leaving to go do something and the very next hour she was on the road. It took a few days by foot to get here, to the lab, but it would--hopefully--be worth it. Mya sat with her legs crossed and her jacket over her shoulders, staring at a wall and trying to focus on things to keep her mind busy least she fall asleep.
By the time the woman had come out and spoke to her, Mya was on the verge of a nap. Yet she stood and gave a nod. "That's right. You must be Professor Yew. Heard about you." Mya eyed the woman. Yeah, this seemed to be the professor type. Not like labs were a big thing yet. Pokemon were still fresh in the world again. "I have some questions for you." Mya needed to know about this pokeball. If it was empty and, if not, what was in it?
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Post by Professor Victoria Yew on Jun 2, 2020 23:05:16 GMT
Professor Yew "That is why I'm here." The professor's smile softened what might have otherwise been a curt rebuttal. Her voice was mostly professionally detached, but an optimistic observer might assume a note of genuine friendliness. "I am Professor Yew. I'm the Pokemon Lab's official Trainer Liaison. What can I help you with today? Feel free to take a seat."As she added the last sentence, the professor moved to a chair opposite the one Mya had been napping in and sat down herself, placing her sleek tablet on her lap. The trainer lounge was equipped with many plush, comfortable chairs, even if they were rather old-fashioned -- many of them had been installed decades ago, when there was still optimism that the Lab's efforts might bring back Pokemon and their trainers, and then left to sit in the dust as those efforts yielded no results and hopes dwindled. But they had all been freshly cleaned now, since the Lab expected trainers to come here again. And as long as the lounge was comfortable and otherwise empty, the professor saw no reason to take this conversation to her office: she'd only received this promotion 10 days ago and hadn't even finished setting up her equipment yet. how can we claim to understand something we've never experienced?
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Post by Mya "Rainbow" Saller on Jun 3, 2020 0:45:29 GMT
The World Tried to Burn All the Mercy out of Me Mya sat down as the professor did, taking a pokeball out of her bag. This was the best chance she had to get any answers. Although, after looking after it for so long, Mya found it hard to just hand the thing over. But it was safe to now. She had seen some Pokemon on the trip over here.
This pokeball was old and worn. She hadn't tried to polish it in fear that she might accidentally open it. But she kept it on her for all this time. She looked back up at the professor. "I ended up getting this off of some guy threatening to open it when I was a kid. I've kept it safe ever since. I don't know if there is a Pokemon in it or what, but I didn't want to open it without some.... help. In case of whatever is in here."
She holds out the pokeball to Professor Yew. "I don't want to break it..." Or hurt whatever is in there, if there even is anything.
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Post by Professor Victoria Yew on Jun 3, 2020 1:29:23 GMT
Professor Yew Mya was the first person to bring an old Pokeball to the professor, but she doubted she'd be the last. The professor nodded, taking the Pokeball carefully, and not just because it was a bit dingy. While the professor knew it was safe to handle old Pokeballs -- the rates of them accidentally opening were statistically insignificant -- she could appreciate Mya's care. "The easiest way to find out would be to simply open it," the professor said. "However, I can understand your caution. Without knowing what Pokemon is inside, opening it just anywhere could create a danger to both the Pokemon and ourselves. Fortunately, here at the lab we have plenty of equipment that can analyze a Pokeball and tell us about the Pokemon inside. If you'll walk with me, I can take you to one of our machines."Carrying the Pokeball carefully -- letting her tablet hang at her side from the strap on which she wore it -- the professor stood and started out of the room. She'd lead Mya through the reception area and into a large, mostly unfurnished room with a Pokeball analyzer on the wall -- a room built specifically for the purpose to which the professor was about to put it: finding out which Pokemon were in old Pokeballs and letting them out. how can we claim to understand something we've never experienced?
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Post by Mya "Rainbow" Saller on Jun 3, 2020 1:56:49 GMT
The World Tried to Burn All the Mercy out of Me Mya followed Professor Yew, but kept an eye on that pokeball. There was just something about letting it out of her own grasp after so long. How many fights had she gotten into to keep that thing safe? How many lies had she told about it being empty and useless just to make people stop asking questions? Hell, it could be totally empty for all Mya knew, but there was just something about looking after it, just in case. There might be something alive in there, existing for eighty years all alone. That was a horrible thought. No one should be alone for that long. What happened to the person that had it before? Were they alright?
"This won't hurt the Pokemon, will it?" Mya asked. "If there's one in there?" Part of her wanted to just open the thing now but... no, she had to trust the professor. Someone that actually had schooling about this stuff had to know what they were doing. Besides, it seemed Professor Yew was pretty nice so far.
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Post by Professor Victoria Yew on Jun 3, 2020 2:13:19 GMT
Professor Yew "No, it won't hurt the Pokemon. We use these every day here at the Lab." Professor Yew carefully placed the Pokeball into the receptacle, which remained open, the Pokeball resting gently in its cup -- where Mya could potentially pick it up at any moment she chose. The surface under the Pokeball and the device's screen both lit up, and the screen showed an opening animation, then a Pokemon on the left and some text on the right. The professor stepped back, smiling. "It looks like you've got a Bagon in there! Congratulations; my understanding is that they were quite hard to find."
You know, back before every Pokemon became hard to find, the professor didn't say. Instead she added, "It should be perfectly safe to let it out, though I'll leave it up to you to do the honors."how can we claim to understand something we've never experienced?
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Post by Mya "Rainbow" Saller on Jun 3, 2020 2:22:16 GMT
The World Tried to Burn All the Mercy out of Me Mya watched the device with twitching fingers. Waiting for some sound of distress from the pokeball that had remained quiet for years. But when it began to work and things began to appear on the screen, her gaze was transfixed.
A Bagon? Hard to find?
Her brow furrowed and she frowned. Someone must have loved this thing if it was rare. And now she had it.
Mya took the pokeball away from the machine, holding it in her hand carefully. "I think I will, but I'd rather do it... somewhere private. To meet it for the first time. Is there some sort of, like, area for that?" She hoped the Pokemon liked her... if not well, she would surrender it to the professor. Yew could find someone good, Mya was sure.
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Post by Professor Victoria Yew on Jun 3, 2020 2:36:37 GMT
Professor Yew "You're welcome to use this room, or one of our outdoor arenas," the professor said. The room in which they currently stood was spacious enough to accommodate most Pokemon -- certainly a Bagon -- with neutral off-white walls and floor. Not comfortable, perhaps, but serviceable. "I can step out for a moment if you like. Although I should warn you, I don't know off the top of my head how aggressive Bagon can be. It might be safer if I stayed with you."Unintentionally, Professor Yew reached for the Pokeball at her own hip -- shiny and well-polished compared to Mya's old one. She felt confident that her Absol could help subdue any Pokemon that reacted poorly to its return to the world, although a battle definitely wasn't the best response. Perhaps she ought to look into getting a Jigglypuff or other Pokemon who could put its opponents to sleep -- that would be a much easier way to subdue a confused and aggressive Pokemon than beating it into submission. how can we claim to understand something we've never experienced?
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Post by Mya "Rainbow" Saller on Jun 3, 2020 2:56:44 GMT
The World Tried to Burn All the Mercy out of Me An outdoor arena... that could work... maybe it would be a better place to get to know this Bagon better. But until then, she needed to know if it even wanted to travel with her. After a few moments, she looked to Professor Yew. "You can stay."
Mya took in a deep breath, staring down at the pokeball. It would need some polish eventually... She held it out, thumb over the button. She pressed it, nearly startling when the ball opened and a red beam shot out, releasing a the small blue creature she had seen on the screen. A Bagon. She held the pokeball in her hand, a little unsure, glancing to the professor. Either for guidance or comfort, Mya didn't even know.
The Bagon stood there for a moment, eyes closed before slowly blinking them open... then giving a big yawn and stretch. Smacking his lips, he turned to look around. Mya watched him, slowly kneeling down. "Hey, there, uh... Bagon?"
The creature turned to look at her. He blinked.
"You've been asleep for a very, very long time." Mya held out the pokeball for him to see. "I found this and brought you here. I'm Mya."
There was no response. Of course not, except for a small, contemplative noise from the Pokemon. He slowly walked over, staring at the pokeball for a moment before looking up at Mya.
"You don't have to travel with me, but I'm going to be wandering around... going nowhere, I guess. That's Professor Yew," Mya pointed to the woman, "she can take care of you here and find you a good person to look after you." Part of her knew this was stupid. Did this thing even understand her?
The Bagon stood there for a moment, taking in everything around him. The person holding his pokeball, the woman that was pointed to and her shinier pokeball. He then looked back at Mya, staring at her for a few more moments before giving a large smile and waving his little arms, waddling towards her with his short legs. He put a paw on the pokeball. "Bagon!"
Mya was a tough woman. She did not cry. But the way her heart seized and her throat tightened told her she just might. "Fine, but don't say I didn't give you an out," she strained. Mya cleared her throat. "Professor, can I go to one of those arena places? To, uh, bond with this little guy here?"
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Post by Professor Victoria Yew on Jun 3, 2020 13:49:17 GMT
Professor Yew The professor gave Mya an encouraging smile as the other woman prepared to call out her Bagon. Professor Yew even made herself take her hand away from her own Pokeball. Logically, she knew that being ready for Absol to protect them if necessary was the smartest thing to do, but some part of her couldn't help but feel that doing so invited bad luck -- that she'd jinx Mya's first meeting with Bagon. That was the last thing she wanted to do. Fortunately, Bagon was not in an aggressive mood. It seemed sleepy, then responded well to Mya. The professor let out a relieved breath, though she tried to hide it. Pokemon could be unpredictable, and no one really knew much about handling them anymore. The professor was surprised to hear Mya offer to give up Bagon; she imagined most people would have jumped at the chance to travel with a Pokemon, never stopping to ask what the Pokemon might feel about it. After a moment's contemplation, Professor Yew decided that she liked Mya's attitude. She had a good feeling about this partnership. "Of course," she said, when Mya asked about an arena. "I can take you there now. Oh, and let me give you my phone number, so you can contact me if you need anything."how can we claim to understand something we've never experienced?
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Post by Mya "Rainbow" Saller on Jun 3, 2020 18:34:30 GMT
The World Tried to Burn All the Mercy out of Me Mya stood back up and looked down at the bagon. He looked back up at her. With a sigh, she leaned back down and picked him up, holding her against her with one arm while the other was free. This seemed to be what the bagon wanted. He gave happy cries, a pleased smile on his face. Ugh, Mya didn't realize having a Pokemon was like being a parent. Oh well. Bagon had made his choice. Ugh, bagon.... he needed a new name...
She looked back at the professor, feeling a rush of heat against her cheeks and back. Oh, right... phones. "Uh... I don't have a phone." Never was able to afford one, Mya thought to herself. It was either phones or food for several weeks. Her family had to make the best decisions to keep themselves fed. "I guess I should probably look into getting one..." Maybe it was time to go job hunting. Mya had helped with the caravan for years but, since she left home, she didn't quite consider about money other than what she could find lying around. Her parents had given her some for food and shelter if she needed it, but Mya was far more fond of camping anyway.
"Do you know of any good jobs around here?" Might as well ask. After all, if a phone could be used to contact the professor, then Mya would need one. For the bagon's sake.
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Post by Professor Victoria Yew on Jun 3, 2020 19:20:31 GMT
Professor Yew The professor opened her mouth, then cut herself off before she could express incredulity at Mya not owning a phone. That would be rude, not to mention privileged. All right, problem to solve. "Let me see ... The Laboratory has money set aside to help equip trainers, actually. I don't think we had phones in mind when we wrote the grant, but it's an important piece of equipment for a Pokemon trainer, so I think I can get one for you. It might not be the shiniest new model, but you'll be able to communicate, navigate, and look up Pokemon data." The professor was already reaching for her tablet to look up the grant specifics, maybe send a few emails. "I'll see if we can't get one with solar panels, too, so you're equipped to spend time in the wilderness."
Remembering that a phone wasn't the only thing Mya had asked about, the professor looked up from her tablet. "Oh, and if you're still interested in a job, we expect to have requests coming in from all sorts of places that could use a Pokemon trainer's help. There's a notice board here at the Lab that you'll be able to check from your phone, or physically -- the display is in this building's reception area. I can show you where. At the moment ... Hm."
She tapped through to another screen on her tablet. "Salve Co. is looking for trainers to help control wild Pokemon at their construction site in Drackinhelm, though that's a bit of a hike. Apparently the new arrivals are giving them some trouble with the future geothermal plant. I don't see much else listed at the moment, since the board is rather new, but with a Bagon ... demolition would be my first guess. I can put out some feelers for you, if you like."how can we claim to understand something we've never experienced?
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Post by Mya "Rainbow" Saller on Jun 3, 2020 22:16:21 GMT
The World Tried to Burn All the Mercy out of Me Oh? That was actually.... pretty interesting, to say the least. Mya wasn't one to usually accept hand outs but... it seemed this was coming from a good place instead of someone wanting to pat themselves on the back for a 'good deed'. "Oh, uh, yeah, that'd be great, actually. I like camping and hiking so... something that can last out in the wild would be fantastic. I don't care if it's shiny." Just having a phone would be more than what her entire family has. Maybe she could buy her parents a phone to share after doing some work too. That way they wouldn't worry about her too much. She knows they did.Mya listened intently to the professor's words. Drackinhelm, huh? Yeah, she wouldn't mind heading that way and seeing what help they needed. It would take a while. Maybe some time to run into other Pokemon and other people that know some stuff about them. Besides, maybe helping to solve people's problems might be good for her and for her new Pokemon. "I'll check it out for sure, thank you. And yeah, anything to help out. Especially things that might give this little guy some life experience."She gives the professor a steady look. "I appreciate the help, Professor Yew. Thank you. I owe you one."
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Post by Professor Victoria Yew on Jun 4, 2020 0:05:44 GMT
Professor Yew The professor nodded. "Yes, I think we can do that. If you don't mind waiting around the Lab for a while, I'll see if I can get it to you today. In fact -- you wanted to spend some time with your Bagon, right? I'll show you to the arena -- I can point out the notice board on the way -- and meet you there once I have your phone, or in a couple hours if I can't get it."Professor Yew smiled at the Bagon. "Yes, most Pokemon seem to enjoy new experiences. As do many people, of course. Take care in Drackinhelm -- it can be quite dangerous, especially with wild Pokemon around, and I believe your Bagon is still quite young. But the construction site should be safe, with Salve Co. around."
Mya's next words surprised the professor a bit, and she looked up from her tablet -- in her mind, she'd already moved on to arranging that phone. "Without wishing to dismiss your gratitude, you don't owe me anything, Mya. Supporting trainers is my job."
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