1-on-1 with @HotAsFuss
<music> It was mid-summer in the Sinnoh region. The grass was green, the trees lush. The scent of ripening berries could be detected as it filled all the southern side of the region, even reaching as far as Sandgem Town. A young woman drew in a breath as a fresh sea breeze swirled the air around her. Upon exhaling, she reached for the knob of the simple steel-colored door. Finally, after seven long years after she'd become eligible for a Pokémon, her parents had caved in. The girl pushed open the door to Professor Rowan's lab and took her first steps into the building.
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<music> There was a surprising commotion in the lab, but the noise and clutter was comforting to the city-born girl. She announced her presence with a simple "H-hello! May I speak with someone?"
It was a good long while before anyone could seem to find the time to answer her. She tucked a lock of rich brunette hair behind her ear as she began to grow concerned. She hoped no one would mind if she walked a bit further in. She passed by a few desks and machines, thinking that this was not at all how her mother had described the lab. She didn't much mind, though, being more preoccupied with the confusion she felt with everyone hustling about. She was eventually stopped by a white-haired old man. Was this the Professor? Apparently, he was just another lab worker. He explained quickly to her that the new trainers were coming today, and that since the Professor was absent, the staff was struggling to get things set up. 'Not here?' she thought with equal parts worry and disappointment.
She was told that since she had not scheduled her visit in advance, they had no Pokemon prepared for her. Upon hearing this news, her eyes widened and her knees buckled. Even after her Dad had taken precious time out of his busy schedule to Fly her all the way from Hearthome... She trembled a bit, clearly distraught. A woman likely in her thirties took pity on her and handed her a sack of dirty pokéballs. "Throw these at something. They should still work... probably." <music> That done, the young woman was promptly sent out the door.
She looked at the sack (was it a grocery bag?) and sighed. This wasn't how it was supposed to go! She tried to fold her arms to showcase her disappointment, but the bag made it too difficult to be comfortable. And it was such a nice day, too... With a sigh, she dragged her feet as she left in a vaguely northward direction. <music>
Well, why not test her throwing arm? As she left the town perimeter, she reached into the sack of discarded pokéballs and drew one out. She turned to face some rather long grass, and chucked the sphere. It soared through the sky in a nice arc... but the slight breeze was enough to push the weakly-thrown ball back to land at the teen's feet. Her eyes narrowed slightly. Well, if that was the way the wind was gonna be... She picked up the pokéball and made a 180 turn, facing a row of trees in the opposite direction. She hurled the empty capsule again. This time, it actually traveled a few yards... and made contact with a tree. Something was shaken free of its branches and fell to the ground. A Pokémon?! The girl jumped back, freezing in place. She waited for the small thing to move, but then as she calmed down she realized something. That was no Pokémon... it was just a generic berry that had been growing on the tree, she figured, oblivious. To something else, though, it wasn't "just a berry". Rather, it was a small meal! Something rustled a bush nearby, and the girl's muscles tensed. It waited for mere seconds. Then, a blob of brown darted out to snatch the berry. It froze when it realized it was being watched. The girl and the chubby Pokémon locked eyes, neither daring to move.
A Bidoof? Eh... they had never appealed to the visually untrained teen. Yet again, something that seemed unimportant to her seemed to be quite appealing to some other creature. Chasing after the Bidoof came a giddy little bear. 'Don't some bears hunt beavers... or whatever this rat thing is supposed to be?' the girl mused, hoping the newcomer could frighten off the chubby berry-muncher. Conversely, the teddy bear -- oh, that's right, a Teddiursa -- appeared to be quite attached to the Bidoof, and the Bidoof didn't mind at all. Ick, the young woman could not see any reason why anything would like a Bidoof.
The Teddiursa poked at its friend's newfound snack, in response to which the Pokémon motioned toward the Pokéball and uttered a content sound. The Teddiursa seemed to understand what its friend was trying to convey. It picked up the Pokéball and chucked it at a tree with considerably more impressive strength than the girl had been able to muster. 'Outdone by a teddy bear?' she thought incredulously as she watched the spectacle. Two more berries dropped to the ground. Gleefully, the bear repeated its action. This time, the ball got stuck in the branches and no berries fell. An unhappy squeaking sound was heard from the treetop, and the pokéball came hurtling back at the bear. The teen watched, dumbfounded, as the Teddiursa was sucked into the ball. It put up a good fight, but the rusting Pokéball was stuck. She had to get it out of there! She cleared the few yards' space between her and the capsule with a couple long steps. She tried pressing the button, prying the ball open, knocking it against the tree. Nothing worked. The Bidoof approached her and the sphere, giving the girl an inquisitive look. "You try," she muttered as she tossed the mini prison in the chubby Pokémon's direction. Said Pokémon tilted its head and examined the ball. It then placed one steadying paw on the Pokéball, and charged towards the rim tooth-first.
The Teddiursa popped out, seeming rather unphased despite its earlier struggle. It glanced towards the girl, then to the Bidoof. It made a pleased "Ur!" sound, its eyes lighting up with excitement. The Bidoof seemed happy for it. The two Pokémon exchanged chatters for a brief moment, then the bear hopped over to stand in front of the onlooking girl. It held out a paw. It took a moment, but it did eventually dawn on her. She had captured her first Pokemon. She slowly reached out and shook the Pokémon's paw, but then instantly recoiled. "It's sticky!" she exclaimed. The Pokémon shrugged and licked the paw it had just shaken with. The girl tried not to freak out too much as she remembered that it was very normal for Teddiursa to have honey-soaked paws. She patted its head. "Well... Nice to meet you," she said, smiling mildly.
And that was how the trainer and her first partner met.
<music> She brought her new Pokémon back to Sandgem to have the Pokémon's state of wellbeing checked. Nurse Joy looked at the Pokémon with a smile and told the girl that that Teddiursa had been on the prowl for a trainer the past few days. Apparently, despite the teen's assumptions, he was male, and very very young -- the Pokémon equivalent of a child. <music> The girl decided that she would nickname him "Ursa" in expectation of him someday evolving into a mighty Ursaring... although if that were going to happen, it would be a long way off. The girl stopped by the Pokémart to stock up on potions using the money her parents had given her. The two headed back north to see what they could find.
<music> Before very long, they had been in battle against a few Starly, Kricketot, Shinx, Bidoof, and foreign Taillow. The duo was on a roll. They were just about to clear the route when they found something blocking their path.
There was a small crowd of people dressed in black standing in front of the entrance to Jubilife. Their chests were embellished with reddish Rs, and their outfits were given contrast with simple white accessories. She saw that several of them had a similar shade of red hair. Who were they? She recalled seeing such outfits somewhere before... Yes, her dad's older cousin had a girlfriend who wore a similar uniform. Was this some kind of military organization? She walked up to one of them. "Excuse me, but is it okay if I pass through here?" she asked politely. The grunt replied that she had been told not to let anyone through. <music> "Well, how about this... We can have a battle. If I win, you'll know I can handle whatever it is that's up ahead. Otherwise, I'll pay you 2,000 poké. Win-win, right?" The grunt agreed to the terms. Her Houndour was defeated with a little effort from Ursa. The trainer healed her teddy bear and thanked the grunt for the battle.
She repeated this a few times, knocking down six or seven of them before coming up to the last one. She briefly scanned his appearance. He seemed mostly normal, although he also seemed to be a bit younger than his 30-something to 40-something years old teammates. She ran one hand through the ends of her creamy-brunette hair casually, and she did as she had done for the others. "So, I would like to get through. Does a battle sound okay to you? I'll pay 2,000 poké if I lose," she challenged calmly with a slight smile.
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