Every Journey Starts with a Step

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=CellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:400px; height:580px; background-color: #fff3e9; border: 1px solid #ce9a6b, btable] [style=width: 350px; margin-left: 20px; border-bottom: 4px solid #ce9a6b] [STYLE=float: right; font-family: century gothic; font-size: 25px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -2px; color: #ce9a6b; margin-top: -3px;]So lead my feet away[/style][/style] [STYLE=width: 300px; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; margin-left: 30px; margin-top: 20px; color: #ce9a6b; text-align: justify;] At last, he’s made it. A civilisation with a lab in its presence. Perfect for little Wyatt to finally obtain his very first pokemon. After giving much thought, with his new freedom, Wyatt is give it a go at becoming an average person. Even though Wyatt aspires to become like so, looking at the situation right now, such a reality is for far from happening. After all, he’s everything but normal. However, for Wyatt to build up the courage to step up to the challenge of meeting new faces is no easy task. Gawking up toward the abstract features, Wyatt observes the architectural features with great interest. As it towers several stories over his head, the building reaches the skies, almost touch the heavens. But it looks big and heavy near the top, making it look like it’s striking at the ground. Though its towering glory provides shelter from the blazing summer light comes from the sun. The shade has to lowers the temperature by at least 5 degrees. For Wyatt feels a pleasant coolness in the darkened land. But now it is time to end the sight seeing and get on with the quest. Nerve wracking as it is, Wyatt needs to gather his courage once more to overcome his shyness. Approaching the building and greet whatever stranger that is lurking inside the citadel will be a great feat for him. An accomplishment for sure, at least for his short lived live in his new vessel. As Wyatt squeezes his arms across his old limp body, he breathes to relax his artificial beating heart. Holding his breath, Wyatt starts to shuffle his feet toward the entrance as a strange attempt of a charge toward his formidable “foe”. However, Wyatt is taken by surprise at how quickly he reached the door. Seems as though Wyatt isn’t ready to face his fears. Past the panic, Wyatt’s scrambled mind perks out a though, ‘It’s too late now,’ desolate with the truth. ‘It is best to continue onward with the task at hand then to dwindle with doubt.’ His hand shivering with all its might, Wyatt finally manages to force his arm and shoulder to move up to the door and pound it hard it enough to be heard. [/style] [STYLE=width: 300px; margin-left: 30px; margin-top: 20px; font-size:9px; color: #ce9a6b; font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;]WORDS: 378 TAGS: N/A NOTES: Wyatt's First Thread CREDITS: lunar[/style]

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[atrb=valign, top][style=border-left:4px solid #fa7a7a; font-size:10px; line-height:13px; padding-left:8px; text-align:justify; padding-right:8px;]"Hang on, just a minute!" From inside the lab a voice could be heard, and then a plethora of sounds. Gears whirring into action, the huff and puff of old machinery, and the ticks and clicks of what sounded like a steam-powered machine. After a moment, the door swung open, and the young lady standing there looked flustered. She'd clearly been running around. She stared at the boy, distracted, before taking in a deep breath and straightening herself out, attempting to flatten her frizzy hair against her head. "Sorry, love, I'm testing a new machine of mine," she said hurriedly, tossing the door open a little further and heading into the laboratory. It was muggy inside, and the windows were dusty. "Bit of a mess," she added apologetically, lifting a few things off the floor and putting them in a pile on top of a table. She turned to him then once she got back to the center of the room, where the main machine was, reaching up into the domed ceiling of the laboratory, pipes cutting through brick and stone. Her eyes studied the boy curiously. "Another pokemorph, I see? Here to get your first pokemon? Well, I'll cut straight to the chase. Here in Sasqui, we have a different way of doing things. You pick what type of pokemon you want, and we'll go on from there," she explained with a grin, smoothing out her lab coat. Her eyebrows raised, and she gave him an expectant look, waiting for his answer.[/style] [STYLE=font-size:10px; padding-left: 12px; font-weight: bold]words: /lazy tags: Wyatt notes: omg I missed this so much credit: template made by oxymoron! of btn[/style]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=CellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:400px; height:580px; background-color: #fff3e9; border: 1px solid #ce9a6b, btable] [style=width: 350px; margin-left: 20px; border-bottom: 4px solid #ce9a6b] [STYLE=float: right; font-family: century gothic; font-size: 25px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -2px; color: #ce9a6b; margin-top: -3px;]So lead my feet away[/style][/style] [STYLE=width: 300px; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; margin-left: 30px; margin-top: 20px; color: #ce9a6b; text-align: justify;] The sensation of shock like a deer in headlights stiffened Wyatt for a moment as his mind raced with thoughts of the person waiting inside and the frightening sounds behind the walls. However, seconds later, Wyatt’s ambitious mind starts wondering off trying to figure out what could have caused such sounds. He deems it “amazing” as he’s never seen such machinery in person before. As he continues to observe his surroundings, he notices the mess all around the room. Wyatt has always lived in a clean and organized lab; with the exception of scientist having to overwork or reaching a breakthrough, leaving cleanliness back at home. Wyatt is also remembers gathering information of hoarders and how they kept every object they can place their hands on, but this looks much different from that. As he continues to observe and reads through the mess, pointing out books, blueprints, and gears laying around, he can easily tell she’s working on something big. Playing back the words this stranger said in Wyatt’s mind like a cassette tape, he realises that she did mention she’s working on a project. ‘She must be a genius! But...she does need someone to help her clean. It looks almost abandoned, with the dust and buildup all around. What could she be building?’ Wyatt scopes through the room once more to just notice that the young woman, who invited him in, still waits for an answer. Now stress builds up as he mind starts to race with useless information. Odd enough, his body sweats as a sign of strain despite it. Nothing came to mind on how to answer, nor can Wyatt remember about what the woman is waiting to hear. Backing into his mental state of shock, Wyatt stares straight into the young woman's eyes with a blank mind. His artificial heart starts acting up and continues to sweat. Then, with only one sound, Wyatt perfectly manifest the thoughts in his mind. “Uh...” [/style] [STYLE=width: 300px; margin-left: 30px; margin-top: 20px; font-size:9px; color: #ce9a6b; font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;]WORDS: 328 TAGS: N/A NOTES: Wyatt's First Thread CREDITS: lunar[/style]

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[atrb=valign, top][style=border-left:4px solid #fa7a7a; font-size:10px; line-height:13px; padding-left:8px; text-align:justify; padding-right:8px;]"Hang on, just a minute!" She watched him curiously, noticing how he looked around. The kid was acting as if it was his very first day out in the sunlight. She didn't think it over too much, though- stuff like that happened all the time in Landark. She'd had weirder trainers come through. When he looked at her and his face fell blank, she lifted her hands and smiled sheepishly. "Oh, don't worry! Take your time! It's always tough to decide on a type of pokemon. After all, it's going to accompany you on a great journey, right?" she trailed off a little bit, folding her arms and lifting her head to look up at the dome of the room, sunlight struggling to shine through the dusty skylight. She really had to polish that. One day, she'd had herself a great journey- or attempted it, anyway. It had never gone far and it was clear that her talents didn't lay in training pokemon. It wasn't her strong point. She knew lots about them, but when it came to really be-friending them, battling with them, adventuring with them... It wasn't her thing. She'd never been a fan of camping in the first place, either, and the outdoors always unnerved her and made her feel uneasy. It wasn't the place for her. She much preferred the laboratory, and so, here she was. Her eyes darted back to Wyatt, and now she was becoming curious. Perhaps he was one of the ones who had no idea what he was doing. Go to the lab, they said. It'd be fun, they said, she thought absently. She'd been exactly like him when she'd first walked in. What do I do? What's a pokemon type? "You do know what the types are, yes? Water, fire, the likes. Electric, or maybe a normal type, like yourself?" Wasn't that ironic. Porygons seemed anything but normal, and yet that was still their classification. If they knew so many psychic and electric types, it made more sense that they were given that classification, like Rotom, for example. Nonetheless, she took her seat next to the machine and crossed her legs, making it apparent to the boy that she wasn't in any rush. She had all the time in the world, and wasn't one for impatience. He could take his time deciding. [/style] [STYLE=font-size:10px; padding-left: 12px; font-weight: bold]words: /lazy tags: Wyatt notes: derp credit: template made by oxymoron! of btn[/style]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=CellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:400px; height:580px; background-color: #fff3e9; border: 1px solid #ce9a6b, btable] [style=width: 350px; margin-left: 20px; border-bottom: 4px solid #ce9a6b] [STYLE=float: right; font-family: century gothic; font-size: 25px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -2px; color: #ce9a6b; margin-top: -3px;]So lead my feet away[/style][/style] [STYLE=width: 300px; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; margin-left: 30px; margin-top: 20px; color: #ce9a6b; text-align: justify;] ‘Oh yes, that! Pokemon types! For your very first pokemon!’ Wyatt feels flustered. ‘How can you forget?’ Something inside Wyatt starts to irk at him in a painful way. Though he’s not sure what to make of it, as most humanly things are rather foreign to him. But he can tell that it’s related to his current behavior. Could it be that he’s acting rather foolish in front of this young woman. And poor her, now that she must deal with this awkward robotic child who barely know’ what he’s doing anymore. Wyatt motions his stair down toward his crossed arm hugged the small body of a porygon. As he’s brooding over his feasible mistakes, the young woman walks back into the room. Wyatt franticly looks up back at the woman as she goes to sit next to the machine that will give Wyatt it first companion. Wyatt starts images a clock ticking in the back of his head, like the ones you’d hear on a game show in TV. He’s starting to feel a sense of presser as his skin starts to drip. Obviously he’s missed the clue that the young woman is in now rush for his answer, and instead feels like he’ll loose if he doesn’t answer in time. Words escape from the woman’s lips asking Wyatt if he even knew what types where. And while Wyatt processes this question in his head, something in the back of his strange and complex mind snaps. It could have been from all the build of stress and nervousness. For it built up from the moment he even came up with the idea of becoming a trainer. With no warning, like a mass of spamming pop-up caused from some unknown virus, Wyatt explodes with a plethora of facts. “It should be basic knowledge to anyone aspiring to be a trainer that through out the years scientists have determined a total of 17 pokemon types. Listing: normal, fire, flying, grass, rock, water, ground, electric, ghost, psychic, fighting, ice, dark, bug, dragon, and steel. As for what a pokemon type is? It’s a property for pokemon and their moves. With each type having three different properties: super effectiveness, resistances, and immunity. For example….” The splurging of information goes on for several minutes with out Wyatt’s consent. It flows out like water rushing out through a rouge hose, as it dances in the air with great freedom. Not one stop was made for a breath, but it could be because Wyatt lacks the necessity to breathe. However, the minute Wyatt became aware of his rambling, his speech gradually slows down to a halt. His might through the mess was simply seeing the room in complete silence. Almost like a hypnosis some hypno placed him under as some kind of sick joke. Now heart broken from the embarrassment Wyatt feels after his episode, leaving no room for shyness. With a tear just about to fall from his eyes to his cheeks and his visual focal point on the ground, he adds a few last words before wanting to run away to cry. “What I mean to say…is that…I’d like a normal type pokemon please.” [/style] [STYLE=width: 300px; margin-left: 30px; margin-top: 20px; font-size:9px; color: #ce9a6b; font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;]WORDS: 530 TAGS: N/A NOTES: I feel so mean! TT^TT CREDITS: lunar[/style]

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[atrb=valign, top][style=border-left:4px solid #fa7a7a; font-size:10px; line-height:13px; padding-left:8px; text-align:justify; padding-right:8px;]The professor's eyes widened as she stared at the boy, who looked as if he was about to burst out crying at any moment. He clearly hadn't picked up on her actions. Was he socially awkward? That couldn't be it. It was something else. When he suddenly began talking, and spurted out all that information and knowledge- a complete contrast to his outward personality- her jaw dropped a little bit. But, a researcher and intellectual as she was, she listened intently, nodding along as he went. Yes, yes... yes, that's right... Her mind was reeling. No trainer had ever done that before, and added with his strange personality, it took her a moment to put her finger on it. A small smile spread across her face. "A porygon morph," she finally said with an understanding look on her face. "That explains it. Ah, so, a normal type?" she continued, not wanting to focus too long on the fact that this boy was a morph with a Porygon. It wasn't something a lot of people were proud of. She punched in the letters on the screen, and they came up in big bold letters- N-O-R-M-A-L. As soon as she hit enter, the machine seemed to go into overdrive, and after a moment, it stopped. Next to the woman, four tubes spat out four pokeballs, labeled 1, 2, 3, and '?'. She picked up the first three and tossed them out into the room, in front of Wyatt. Three pokemon were released, and they lined up in front of Wyatt. The first, a larger pink pokemon, with a huge tongue sticking out- clearly a Lickitung. The second, a fluffy blue bird with wings that looked like they were made out of the clouds themselves- a Swablu. The last, balancing on its large striped tail, ears perked, was a Sentret. The professor picked up the final ball and held it in her hands. "You can make a choice here. Either one of those three, or this one, which is called the Mystery Ball," she explained. "If you choose the Mystery Ball, no matter what normal pokemon it is, you must take it." [/style] [STYLE=font-size:10px; padding-left: 12px; font-weight: bold]words: /lazy tags: Wyatt notes: derp credit: template made by oxymoron! of btn[/style]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=CellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:400px; height:580px; background-color: #fff3e9; border: 1px solid #ce9a6b, btable] [style=width: 350px; margin-left: 20px; border-bottom: 4px solid #ce9a6b] [STYLE=float: right; font-family: century gothic; font-size: 25px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -2px; color: #ce9a6b; margin-top: -3px;]So lead my feet away[/style][/style] [STYLE=width: 300px; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; margin-left: 30px; margin-top: 20px; color: #ce9a6b; text-align: justify;] Just about to burst into a sob, Wyatt's heart lifts with joy at the sight of all the pokemon in the room. His mind starts to rush with basic information of each, but Wyatt then pays no mind to simply rush over and touch the lot. It's possibly the first time Wyatt has seen other pokemon in person. Though the labs he once lived in were filled with a wide range of pokemon. They where all hidden in cages, boxes, or pokeballs. This will truly be his first time meet with a pokemon properly. Wyatt rushes over to the pokemon with small steps almost tripping on a book in his path. He tries to pull in each of the pokemon into his arms but with his small size it simply impossible. However, he manages around it. With the swablu under his right arm while holding his old shell and the sentret pushed along with his left as Wyatt hugs around the lickitung who almost reaches Wyatt's hight. Then, all together he feels the difference in textures of the pokemon's coats. Wyatt filled with joy hugging the pokemon slowly starts to end as he remembers the policy which the lab works by. The woman said Wyatt can only choose between the three pokemon or the mysterious unknown choice. Though it seems to be more comfortable to chose between the three he's holding now. Like the emotions of a young child, Wyatt decided to chose his new companion based on the sensation of feeling.The warmth is stronger from the lickitung as his size is larger in comparison to the other. While the soft fur and pet-able roundness of the sentret is nicer the the lickitung. However, what seems to attract the attention and comfort from Wyatt is the swablu. As it's soft and fluffy feathers feel like a gentle feathered boa when wrapped around your neck. While it's size was comfortable to carry around like a stuffed animal. The small blue bird weighs much less then the sentret, and you simply can't get anywere near to picking up lickitung. Stepping away from the two pokemon while still cuddling with the bird, Wyatt made his chose to pick this small and frail creature to be his new friend. Wyatt's joy is like watching a child opening a strange looking box with holes for Christmas to find a puppy inside. Though no words were spoken from Wyatt's mouth, you can easily tell that this soft blue bird with his ultimate choice and you'll break his heart if you even dare to separate the two. [/style] [STYLE=width: 300px; margin-left: 30px; margin-top: 20px; font-size:9px; color: #ce9a6b; font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;]WORDS: 431 TAGS: N/A NOTES: Finally a post! CREDITS: lunar[/style]

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[atrb=valign, top][style=border-left:4px solid #fa7a7a; font-size:10px; line-height:13px; padding-left:8px; text-align:justify; padding-right:8px;]The lady watched in surprise at what Wyatt did. Sure, many trainers got excited when the pokemon appeared, but this was a new reaction entirely. She wasn't surprised to see him pick the swablu; they were the most alike, anyway. Nodding to him, she returned the other two pokeballs, and sent them, along with the mystery ball, back into the tubes of the machine. She picked up a blue backpack from within a cupboard near the machine, and handed it, and the Swablu's pokeball, to Wyatt. "Good choice. I hope you have a good trip," she said happily, already noticing a connection between the boy and his bird. Name: Your Choice Gender: Your Choice Lvl. 5 Natural Cure Peck, Growl, Astonish Pokeball x 5 Potion x 5 Oran Berry x 5 Pokedex x 1 Tow Map x 1 [/style] [STYLE=font-size:10px; padding-left: 12px; font-weight: bold]words: /lazy tags: Wyatt notes: derp credit: template made by oxymoron! of btn[/style]

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[Cash]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=CellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:400px; height:580px; background-color: #fff3e9; border: 1px solid #ce9a6b, btable] [style=width: 350px; margin-left: 20px; border-bottom: 4px solid #ce9a6b] [STYLE=float: right; font-family: century gothic; font-size: 25px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -2px; color: #ce9a6b; margin-top: -3px;]So lead my feet away[/style][/style] [STYLE=width: 300px; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; margin-left: 30px; margin-top: 20px; color: #ce9a6b; text-align: justify;] Wyatt's lips curl up like that of a cat as the young woman hands over the pokeball to him. It's now official, this little fluffy swablu is now Wyatt's first. Wyatt would have twirled around it circles with joy, but as the woman also game him a new pack with items, he hands are arms are over burdened. Shuffling between the little bird, his old vessel and the other two objects in his hand, Wyatt makes a small mess as he tries to organize his new belongings. Packing the little toy like porygon and the pokeball belonging to the swablu into his back. After squirming to pull up the straps, Wyatt lightly bows toward the woman. With his face pointing down, Wyatt let out a weak thank you. Quickly straightening his posture and snags the blue bird into his arms as he scrambles out the door, almost tripping on a book yet again. [/style] [STYLE=width: 300px; margin-left: 30px; margin-top: 20px; font-size:9px; color: #ce9a6b; font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;]WORDS: meh TAGS: N/A NOTES: Wyatt's first pokemon! CREDITS: lunar[/style]