squirtleking
Defender of Justice
Pokemon: World Circuit
Andrew Cattanach sprinted into the laboratory of the world famous Professor Oak, panting and out of breath. He sheepishly stopped short as he noticed not only Professor Oak, but Professor Elm, Professor Birch and eight other new trainers all waiting for him. One or two of the older boys glared at him impatiently, but the Professors simply smiled pleasantly, relieved that he had at least shown up.
“Don’t worry, Andrew,” Oak said, beckoning the group over to a table, where nine Pokeballs were set in a ring, “You’re not the first, and I daresay you won’t be the last.”
As he caught up with the others, Andrew had a good look at his new competition. Some he recognised, like Kim and Maverick, having grown up with them since about the age of ten. He wondered if they would be willing to travel together - he had no wish to be wandering about on his own.
Others he wasn’t so sure about - indeed, there was a blonde girl standing off to the side who he had never seen before. She too seemed out of breath, and the glares from some of the other trainers showed that she must have arrived barely before Andrew.
“Now, who shall we start with?” Oak mused, glancing over the Pokeballs, “Professors Elm and Birch shall be handing out the Johto and Hoenn pokemon, and I shall hand out Bulbasaur, Charmander and Squirtle. Now, you all pre-ordered your pokemon, so there shouldn’t be any arguments!”
He glanced apologetically at Andrew.
“As the last person here, you understand if I wait to serve these other trainers - these on time trainers - first, don’t you Andrew?” he asked. Andrew nodded, and the Professor straightened.
“Feel free to bond with yourselves and your pokemon whilst everyone else gets theirs,” he told the group, “however, I ask that you stay here until everyone has their new pokemon - there is something I want to ask of you.”
He glanced expectantly at the group.
“So, who’s first?”
Andrew Cattanach sprinted into the laboratory of the world famous Professor Oak, panting and out of breath. He sheepishly stopped short as he noticed not only Professor Oak, but Professor Elm, Professor Birch and eight other new trainers all waiting for him. One or two of the older boys glared at him impatiently, but the Professors simply smiled pleasantly, relieved that he had at least shown up.
“Don’t worry, Andrew,” Oak said, beckoning the group over to a table, where nine Pokeballs were set in a ring, “You’re not the first, and I daresay you won’t be the last.”
As he caught up with the others, Andrew had a good look at his new competition. Some he recognised, like Kim and Maverick, having grown up with them since about the age of ten. He wondered if they would be willing to travel together - he had no wish to be wandering about on his own.
Others he wasn’t so sure about - indeed, there was a blonde girl standing off to the side who he had never seen before. She too seemed out of breath, and the glares from some of the other trainers showed that she must have arrived barely before Andrew.
“Now, who shall we start with?” Oak mused, glancing over the Pokeballs, “Professors Elm and Birch shall be handing out the Johto and Hoenn pokemon, and I shall hand out Bulbasaur, Charmander and Squirtle. Now, you all pre-ordered your pokemon, so there shouldn’t be any arguments!”
He glanced apologetically at Andrew.
“As the last person here, you understand if I wait to serve these other trainers - these on time trainers - first, don’t you Andrew?” he asked. Andrew nodded, and the Professor straightened.
“Feel free to bond with yourselves and your pokemon whilst everyone else gets theirs,” he told the group, “however, I ask that you stay here until everyone has their new pokemon - there is something I want to ask of you.”
He glanced expectantly at the group.
“So, who’s first?”