PokemonBreederChris
UnlimitedBlade Works
OOC: This was planned by ~Hyuu and I, ~Hyuu did most of the typing, I revised some parts...
Gary Oak uncomfortably adjusted the collar of his tuxedo shirt, the crimson tie biting into his neck surely leaving a red mark; Mew, he could barely breath because of it! Still, the other staff members of Pokemon Battle Academy insisted to drag the poor researcher to the wedding shop. While per say, he wasn’t necessarily going to a wedding, they did advertise the Battle Academy banquet to be a formal event with demanded formal to semi-formal wear. What a fool he had been when he’d agreed to Drew’s idea for the opening of Battle Academy, year ’06? How could he forget that he absolutely hated tuxedo, with the fires of Entei?
In actuality, he could’ve gone with semi-formal, but the staff agreed that it would be more impressing for the freshmen if they dressed in full formal wears. Than they jointly went to the same shop to buy their formal material, trapping Gary’s fate of choking on a dorky red tie. Still, this despicable fate was ebbed slightly by the compliments he received from the female staff members, including Nurse Joy, Annabel, and even the dressers working in the store. Though it might’ve just been polite, this still boosted the man’s ego, reminding him of the days when he’d been an adventuring boy, searching for badges and getting one step ahead of Ash with a whole pyramid of cheerleaders following him. Good memories… Good memories…
“I think he’s dreaming about that squirrel over there,” A burst of giggles brought Gary out of his nostalgia, looking alerted at his surroundings. Than he focused on the sound of the voice, a deep, cool male’s voice that could only belong to Drew.
He was the quirky Coordination teacher who often liked to take jabs at the staff members who were not alert. Apparently, Gary was the victim of his jab today, since Annabel was lightly laughing and pointing at him. He frowned, one eye raised at Drew in questioning. The famed Coordinator was currently dressed in a tuxedo, purple with curtly cut edges and stylized green embosses around the chest area that vaguely resembled a rose, far more attention grabbing than Gary’s standard tuxedo, with a grin that Gary wasn’t sure he liked.
“Finding it hard to breath Gary with that squirrel eyeing you from the tree there?” His brow hiked higher as he followed Drew’s index finger out of the window, towards a tree, where the furry head of a Sentret met eyes with the boy. Gary frowned in confusion.
“Whatever do you mean?”
Drew, on his part, simply widened his grin and level-headedly answered. “You’ve been spacing out, staring at that tree and the Sentret in that tree when you should be giving our driver directions to the ball. It’s in your tux pocket, if you’ve forgotten.” The young man pointed to Gary’s pocket, a slip of white spilling from the top of the slit.
Gary grumbled. “I don’t even know why we have to go in a limousine! It’s only a walking distance to Melotic Manor!” He pulled the paper with hand-written directions to the limousine driver, settling back in his chair with a pout. He was such a child.
Anabel, dressed in luxuriously rich velvet white and purple dress cut off at the ankles, opened her mouth to address Gary’s statement. She was always the more logical one. “Remember Gary, when we started Battle Academy, this was originally for the five students that attended. Now, there are too many students to fit in this car, but for traditions sake, and so Vince gets to drive it every once and a while, we go in the limousine? Besides, it was a complete pain to arrange the limousine’s arrival on the island. We might as well use it for something.”
“All right, all right everybody! Let’s settle down! Next stop, Melotic Manor, where dreams come true or… something like that!” A large man shouldering a standard tuxedo like Gary’s announced over his shoulders from his driver seat position. He gave a toothy grin, ran his hand through his jet-black hair through the rear view mirror, before starting up the engine of the limousine in warning for his passengers.
“H-Hey! SlooOOOW DOWWWNNN!” Gary shouted, shifting from his seat thanks to the speed of the limousine.
“This isn’t NASCAR racing Vince!” Anabel shrieked, grabbing her seat to stop inertia.
“Oh dear!” Nurse Joy exclaimed shortly, unprepared for when she lurched forward and straight into Max Maple and Ritchie.
“Aghh!” Max groaned, feeling Ritchie push his stomach painfully.
“VINCE! STOP!” Ritchie ordered in a terrorizing bark. The addressed did, casually turning to the back to see the commotion with an amused gleam.
Nurse Joy, Max, and Ritchie were in a tangle together. Max, being on the bottom, was taking the brunt of Nurse Joy and Ritchie’s weight, though Ritchie did have some merit to complain with Nurse Joy’s elbow stabbing into his stomach. Anabel, Drew, Gary, and Vince laughed as the three awkwardly peeled one off of another, stuttered apologizes coming from Joy like a fountain ornament since she was the one who was propelled into Ritchie, who in turn, fell on top of Max.
“I’m sorry!” The nurse bowed, white dress complimenting her azure eyes and pink hair. Originally enough, she still wore the nursing hat with the Red Cross she always did when working, though nobody asked about it.
“It’s okay,” Ritchie assured, rubbing his sore stomach lightly. He was wearing a standard tuxedo like Gary’s, except his tie was a unique yellow one that vaguely resembled a Pikachu, with two dots of red and the adorable eyes of the Pokemon. At the bottom of the tie, “Sparky” was written, in tribute to his main Pokemon, a Pikachu. “Right, Max?” He cued for the younger man.
“Yeah, yeah.” Max was doubled over still and groaning about his torso, taking the brunt of Nurse Joy’s and Ritchie’s combined weight. He was adorned in an all white tuxedo, with a green tie to boot.
Vince lazily laid his head on the seat’s support. “C’mon! At this rate, the students will be at the ballroom before we get there!” The man whined, fingering the steering wheel in anticipation. He just liked driving like a maniac; it gave Vince time to forget the impossibly uncomfortable tuxedo on.
Gary snapped his eyes to his watch, and exclaimed, “He’s right! We’re running thin on time! Buckle in and hold on tight cause Vince is going to drive the quickest way he can.” Vince smiled at that, buckling together his seat belt.
Melotic Manson in three minutes… START!
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“Magnificent!” Nificent… Nificent… Ficent… Cent… ent…
Gary’s voice resonated around the room, creating a majestic effect as he admired the spacious globe. It looked like a box of different color fountain pens exploded by the rainbows of colors dabbling the eyes. The tables usurped on the grounds were evenly spaced and many had fresh, delectable food open on plates, plates, napkins, and silverware lining the edges of the table. Even the floor was decorated for celebrations of sorts, with circle patterns that were pleasant to the eyes.
Overall, the hallways were beautiful, quite a sight for the Freshmen to behold.
Than, as he turned to the window, he saw an aqua jet pull into the docks. “Hey Drew, doesn’t that banner look magnificent?” He asked the coordinator, pointing to the one facing the entrance of Melotic Manson.
“Welcome to Battle Academy!” Drew read, grinning at the thought of meeting the students.
A Note from ~Hyuu: As a reminder, this is a formal-semi-formal event, so dress accordingly or Vince won’t let you in. You will not receive your Pokemon or any information about your Pokemon just yet, so socialize and mingle. If you’ve decided on your roommates, start meeting them. Also, NPCs like the one Meta and Flygon were talking about would probably best be introduced around this
Gary Oak uncomfortably adjusted the collar of his tuxedo shirt, the crimson tie biting into his neck surely leaving a red mark; Mew, he could barely breath because of it! Still, the other staff members of Pokemon Battle Academy insisted to drag the poor researcher to the wedding shop. While per say, he wasn’t necessarily going to a wedding, they did advertise the Battle Academy banquet to be a formal event with demanded formal to semi-formal wear. What a fool he had been when he’d agreed to Drew’s idea for the opening of Battle Academy, year ’06? How could he forget that he absolutely hated tuxedo, with the fires of Entei?
In actuality, he could’ve gone with semi-formal, but the staff agreed that it would be more impressing for the freshmen if they dressed in full formal wears. Than they jointly went to the same shop to buy their formal material, trapping Gary’s fate of choking on a dorky red tie. Still, this despicable fate was ebbed slightly by the compliments he received from the female staff members, including Nurse Joy, Annabel, and even the dressers working in the store. Though it might’ve just been polite, this still boosted the man’s ego, reminding him of the days when he’d been an adventuring boy, searching for badges and getting one step ahead of Ash with a whole pyramid of cheerleaders following him. Good memories… Good memories…
“I think he’s dreaming about that squirrel over there,” A burst of giggles brought Gary out of his nostalgia, looking alerted at his surroundings. Than he focused on the sound of the voice, a deep, cool male’s voice that could only belong to Drew.
He was the quirky Coordination teacher who often liked to take jabs at the staff members who were not alert. Apparently, Gary was the victim of his jab today, since Annabel was lightly laughing and pointing at him. He frowned, one eye raised at Drew in questioning. The famed Coordinator was currently dressed in a tuxedo, purple with curtly cut edges and stylized green embosses around the chest area that vaguely resembled a rose, far more attention grabbing than Gary’s standard tuxedo, with a grin that Gary wasn’t sure he liked.
“Finding it hard to breath Gary with that squirrel eyeing you from the tree there?” His brow hiked higher as he followed Drew’s index finger out of the window, towards a tree, where the furry head of a Sentret met eyes with the boy. Gary frowned in confusion.
“Whatever do you mean?”
Drew, on his part, simply widened his grin and level-headedly answered. “You’ve been spacing out, staring at that tree and the Sentret in that tree when you should be giving our driver directions to the ball. It’s in your tux pocket, if you’ve forgotten.” The young man pointed to Gary’s pocket, a slip of white spilling from the top of the slit.
Gary grumbled. “I don’t even know why we have to go in a limousine! It’s only a walking distance to Melotic Manor!” He pulled the paper with hand-written directions to the limousine driver, settling back in his chair with a pout. He was such a child.
Anabel, dressed in luxuriously rich velvet white and purple dress cut off at the ankles, opened her mouth to address Gary’s statement. She was always the more logical one. “Remember Gary, when we started Battle Academy, this was originally for the five students that attended. Now, there are too many students to fit in this car, but for traditions sake, and so Vince gets to drive it every once and a while, we go in the limousine? Besides, it was a complete pain to arrange the limousine’s arrival on the island. We might as well use it for something.”
“All right, all right everybody! Let’s settle down! Next stop, Melotic Manor, where dreams come true or… something like that!” A large man shouldering a standard tuxedo like Gary’s announced over his shoulders from his driver seat position. He gave a toothy grin, ran his hand through his jet-black hair through the rear view mirror, before starting up the engine of the limousine in warning for his passengers.
“H-Hey! SlooOOOW DOWWWNNN!” Gary shouted, shifting from his seat thanks to the speed of the limousine.
“This isn’t NASCAR racing Vince!” Anabel shrieked, grabbing her seat to stop inertia.
“Oh dear!” Nurse Joy exclaimed shortly, unprepared for when she lurched forward and straight into Max Maple and Ritchie.
“Aghh!” Max groaned, feeling Ritchie push his stomach painfully.
“VINCE! STOP!” Ritchie ordered in a terrorizing bark. The addressed did, casually turning to the back to see the commotion with an amused gleam.
Nurse Joy, Max, and Ritchie were in a tangle together. Max, being on the bottom, was taking the brunt of Nurse Joy and Ritchie’s weight, though Ritchie did have some merit to complain with Nurse Joy’s elbow stabbing into his stomach. Anabel, Drew, Gary, and Vince laughed as the three awkwardly peeled one off of another, stuttered apologizes coming from Joy like a fountain ornament since she was the one who was propelled into Ritchie, who in turn, fell on top of Max.
“I’m sorry!” The nurse bowed, white dress complimenting her azure eyes and pink hair. Originally enough, she still wore the nursing hat with the Red Cross she always did when working, though nobody asked about it.
“It’s okay,” Ritchie assured, rubbing his sore stomach lightly. He was wearing a standard tuxedo like Gary’s, except his tie was a unique yellow one that vaguely resembled a Pikachu, with two dots of red and the adorable eyes of the Pokemon. At the bottom of the tie, “Sparky” was written, in tribute to his main Pokemon, a Pikachu. “Right, Max?” He cued for the younger man.
“Yeah, yeah.” Max was doubled over still and groaning about his torso, taking the brunt of Nurse Joy’s and Ritchie’s combined weight. He was adorned in an all white tuxedo, with a green tie to boot.
Vince lazily laid his head on the seat’s support. “C’mon! At this rate, the students will be at the ballroom before we get there!” The man whined, fingering the steering wheel in anticipation. He just liked driving like a maniac; it gave Vince time to forget the impossibly uncomfortable tuxedo on.
Gary snapped his eyes to his watch, and exclaimed, “He’s right! We’re running thin on time! Buckle in and hold on tight cause Vince is going to drive the quickest way he can.” Vince smiled at that, buckling together his seat belt.
Melotic Manson in three minutes… START!
+++++
“Magnificent!” Nificent… Nificent… Ficent… Cent… ent…
Gary’s voice resonated around the room, creating a majestic effect as he admired the spacious globe. It looked like a box of different color fountain pens exploded by the rainbows of colors dabbling the eyes. The tables usurped on the grounds were evenly spaced and many had fresh, delectable food open on plates, plates, napkins, and silverware lining the edges of the table. Even the floor was decorated for celebrations of sorts, with circle patterns that were pleasant to the eyes.
Overall, the hallways were beautiful, quite a sight for the Freshmen to behold.
Than, as he turned to the window, he saw an aqua jet pull into the docks. “Hey Drew, doesn’t that banner look magnificent?” He asked the coordinator, pointing to the one facing the entrance of Melotic Manson.
“Welcome to Battle Academy!” Drew read, grinning at the thought of meeting the students.
A Note from ~Hyuu: As a reminder, this is a formal-semi-formal event, so dress accordingly or Vince won’t let you in. You will not receive your Pokemon or any information about your Pokemon just yet, so socialize and mingle. If you’ve decided on your roommates, start meeting them. Also, NPCs like the one Meta and Flygon were talking about would probably best be introduced around this