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(Sorry for the short starter post, my next class starts in ten minutes. I'll give a more detailed intro when I get home.)

Emma sighed, trailing her hands through a flowery bush in her backyard as she walked along the edge of her small property. Tomorrow was the big day - when she would finally start her journey. Her parents had refused to let her start at the age of ten, like all of her friends, and to make matters worse, they had moved away the week before she was supposed to pick her starter. She had just moved into this new city and was not sure about anything - she didn’t even know what starters she would have to choose from, much less know anybody to go with on her journey. Taking a deep breath of air, she stepped back from the bush and looked up at her house, enjoying the feeling of the freshly-mowed lawn on her bare feet. The one-story tall blue house, with two bedrooms and a bathroom and a half, was only her home for the past week and she was already planning to leave it the next day. Oh, well. At least her parents would have more room. Turning around, she looked at the full extent of her yard - it was at least two times the side of her house. Most houses nowadays had large yards, so people could store their pokemon in safe places where they could roam outside their balls. However, Emma’s parents had never been big pokemon people - they only had one between the two of them, an unevolved Eevee that they treated like a queen. Gosh, Emma hated that Eevee. It was spoiled at obviously disliked her. Emma wouldn’t be surprised if they gave her room to the Eevee when she moved out.
The sun was already beginning to set. Emma shook her head and, flipping her bright-red hair to one side, starting walking back to the house. Her parents were already asleep - they always had to wake up around four in the morning and were out of the house by five. Emma had already said her goodbyes to them earlier - she nearly never saw them in the mornings. Her green eyes twinkled as she remembered some of her favorite memories of her parents - days at the beach before the Eevee joined the family, waterparks, plays… Her parents loved entertainment. Gosh, she loved them, but she would be glad to be on her own for the first time. She hoped that she would be able to catch up to her friends, but they were on the other side of the country (presumably) and already had five years of experience on her. She closed and locked the glass door behind her and tiptoed to her bedroom, careful not to wake her parents. She entered her nearly empty room - she had packed everything she needed in a hiking bag days ago - and tucked herself under the covers, already ready for the next day.
 
*Beep* *Beep* *Beep*

Ughh, this is the fourth time that damned alarm is going off. Snaking one arm outside of the warm nest of blankets, Hera slammed the button on the alarm a tad harder than strictly necessary. If it went off one more time she swears she'll throw it against the wall. Okay, deep breaths. It was way too early in the morning to get this worked up. It wasn't like she had just woken up either, Hera had been up before the alarm. Honestly, how could anyone possibly sleep in on such a day? A drowsy smile crept up on her as she stayed in bed for just a few more minutes. Yes, a nice day. Finally she would get a pokemon of her own. She could have gotten one years ago, but the very idea of going out alone was terrifying. Well, it still was, but the possible excitement weighed heavier.

*Beep**Beep**Beep*

"Oh alright, I get the point..." Turning the bloody thing off again, and somehow restraining herself from destroying the device, Hera finally got out of bed. The sooner she left, the sooner she would be away from that alarm clock. Getting out of bed, and putting on some fluffy slippers because the floor was freezing, Hera got dressed in a haze. She had put out her clothes the day before, so she wasn't really paying attention to the clothing. Picking up her backpack, and making sure it had everything she would need, she made her way downstairs. Well, that wasn't entirely true. A sleeping jolteon was blocking the way. Rolling her eyes, she carefully stepped around it. "At least you get to sleep longer." Sleeping pretty soundly too by the looks of things. Hera wasn't exactly whispering. The jolteon was the only one of her mother's pokemon that had insisted on staying. She had been a trainer ages ago but had gotten tired of traveling and settled down in a relatively quiet town. Hera was tempted to reach out and stroke the coarse fur, but refrained. The jolteon had a terrible habit of giving out electric shocks when he got excited... which was all the time really. He was adorably cuddly, but Hera had gotten so many electric shocks over the years it was a wonder she was still alive.

Finally making her way down the stairs and outside, Hera took a moment to look back. She had already said goodbye to her mother yesterday, and didn't want to wake her up. Besides, they both knew that if she stayed any longer then she would never get going. The chilly morning air bit into her skin, even the thick black coat wasn't enough to keep the cold out. Thankfully the journey to the lab was short. Standing outside the fairly nondescript building, Hera couldn't summon up the will to go inside. Just a few more minutes out here would be fine right?
 
Sweeping her hair up into a messy bun, Emma grudgingly left her comfortable bed and yanked the curtain open, letting in a bright stream of light. She hissed and covered her eyes with one hand, shutting off an alarm that went off with her other. Eventually, she was able to open her eyes again and look across the street to the lab. Right across the two-lane dirt road was a building, about the size of her house. It wasn’t exciting to stare at - just a basic old-fashioned brick building with a red design on it. She sighed and, shutting the curtains again, walked the few steps her relatively small room and to the closet, which only had one outfit - the one she had picked out days ago for this day. It was November, so it was a bit chilly, which meant her outfit included her favorite white, fuzzy pullover. Skinny jeans and white sneakers covered the bottom of her outfit, while the top consisted of a long black shirt, a white and gold shirt meant to be a crop top, and her pullover. If she wore that shirt in the summer, she would wear it with her stomach showing, but since it was pretty cold, she wore the black shirt underneath it, which she tucked in with a French tuck.

After brushing her teeth, she whipper out her curling iron and, taking her hair out of the bun, put some beachy waves in it. She had done it so many times that it seemed natural to her, although she often received questions on how she did it. She continued to apply some blush and a touch of mascara, but she decided it would be better to leave her makeup at home. She was only going to pack absolute necessities. That being said, she tucked her curling iron into her bag.

Transgressing into the kitchen, she found, as she suspected, that her parents had already left. However, they had left her some breakfast (kept hot in the ‘keep hot’ setting in their tiny oven. She pulled it out and, blowing on the fried eggs and bacon, took a bite. She found that she didn’t have much of an appetite, mainly due to the nerves - she felt like she had eaten a bunch of caterpillars and they became butterflies in her stomach. Shutting her eyes and shaking off the feeling, she threw the excess food in the trash and, throwing her bag over her shoulder, walked out the front door. She made double sure to lock the door behind her and leave a key under the doormat. She kept the house’s spare key in her bag, in case she came back to visit in the near future. She said near future because her parents moved around a lot, so in fact, she might never return to that house again.
 
Clearly a few more minutes was too much to ask for. Hera got swept up in the crowd of people getting their own pokemon as well, mostly children, but some older as well. It felt odd to be nearly two heads taller than everyone else there, but that's what she gets for waiting so long. Not that she really thought about that for too long. There were more important things to focus on, like the town's professor giving his grand speech. Really, it was the same one he gave every year, so there was no reason to feel as excited as she did. Then again, the excitement came more from finally officially hearing the speech, instead of overhearing it when she passed by last year.

That being said, Hera wasn't paying attention to the words, too busy looking around the lab. While the outside looked old and rustic, the inside was a whole other story. The walls, and most surfaces really, were a sterile white, only offset by the silver metal of the machines and tables. She was slightly familiar with the layout from coming by when she was bored. Not that she was ever allowed to touch or play with anything here, but it was fun to see the scientists milling around. At some point Hera had dreamt of becoming a scientist as well, but that only lasted for a few months.

At last her eyes landed on the main event, rows and rows of pokeballs laid out in front of them. Clearly she wasn't the only one not paying attention, since she could clearly see the children admiring the capsules as well. From what Hera could tell, they were sorted by type, three separate tables for three main types. The only real knowledge she had about pokemon was what her mother had told her, as well as some educational programs on TV. In other words, Hera was familiar with the basics as well as some more advanced stuff in some areas. She had tried to play trainer when she was a kid, dragging along her mother's poor jolteon. The results had been... Less than stellar. The cheeky creature had fallen asleep almost immediately and not even from a pokemon move.

Finally the professor gave up on the speech, apparently noticing that no one was paying attention anyway. With a resigned wave of the hand, the Prof let them do as they pleased. The children immediately set to work and not even two minutes later the lab was crawling with creatures, some familiar and some Hera had never seen before. Children are interesting creatures as well in a way. Hera pitied some of the pokemon that were being tugged between two children and some of the more timid creatures hiding away under the tables. Not that she blamed them, the noise levels in here were too high for her comfort, Hera couldn't imagine what it must sound like to a pokémon's sensitive ears.

Too busy observing the chaos, Hera nearly had a heart attack when something jumped into her arms. It was brown and green and looked absolutely terrified. A Chespin, her mind supplied oh so helpfully. "Poor thing, the chaos getting to you too?" A soft smile crossed her face as she shifted the creature into a more comfortable position in her arms. Well, at least she wasn't the only one who was uncomfortable in crowds.
 
Her eyes widened as she realized that the crowd of people in front of the lab were starting to enter - she could barely make out a short, bald man herding people inside - mainly young children, but a few other teenagers like her. She rushed across the road (luckily no car was passing by at the time) and rushed into the building, out of breath, just as the door was about to close. By the time she had gotten in, she could see that it was not going to be formal, as she had so often heard about. Children were already pushing each other for different pokemon, and the pokemon that weren’t being harassed by stretched hands and shrieking - and Emma meant shrieking, she had to cover her ears for a second - children were hiding, shivering in corners or under tables. Emma sighed, tucking a lock of red hair behind her ear and looking from side to side, trying to find a suitable pokemon for her to pick out - one that would make her seem mature, but also happy and free.


Emma originally had her heart set on a Squirtle - she loved the cute animals and was always attracted to water types. However, those were limited and she doubted that there were any left. For some reason, Emma had always had a distaste for fire pokemon. They seemed harsh and aggressive to her - which did not connect to her in any way. However, in the corner of her eyes, she saw a little female Fennekin, trembling in the back corner. Its tail was tucked between its legs and its beautiful long ears were shaking from fright. Impulsively, Emma knew that that Fennekin was the pokemon for her. Slowly, she approached it until she was only a few feet away. The pokemon whimpered and closed its eyes.


Emma knelt down on one knee. “Hey,” she whispered, tucking another strand of her hair behind her ear as it fell out. “I don’t want to hurt you. I promise.” The Fennekin showed no response. Emma slowly let out her hand and touched the top of the pokemon’s hear, but the pokemon jerked away. Emma touched it again, gentle but insisting. The pokemon slowly stopped shivering and let Emma slowly stroke her fur. “My name’s Emma,” Emma said, although she doubted the Fennekin understood her. “I’ve always wanted to go out on a journey. What do you say you go with me?” This being said, Emma reached into her pocket and pulled out something her mother had given her - her mother’s first Pokeball. It was scratched up on the outside, but her mother had reassured her that she had had it redone on the inside, so it would be comfortable. Emma slowly held out the pokeball to the Fennekin. The Fennekin hesitated, piercing Emma’s gaze with its bright orange eyes, before giving a happy sound - Emma couldn’t exactly describe it - and entering the pokeball. As soon as she did, Emma let it out and grabbed the Fennekin, squeezing her close. Her eyes brimmed with tears. “I can’t believe this is actually going to happen,” she whispered. “I promise, I’ll be the best there ever was.”


Slowly, Emma’s joy and excitement turned into fear as she realized she was actually going to go. She wasn’t going back. She had always assumed she would go with her group of friends, but now she had no one. Finally, she decided she would find someone to travel with, and make a new friend.


The only other person Emma could see that was remotely close to her age was a girl with brown hair, cradling a Chispin. She decided if she should talk to anyone, which she should, she should talk to someone her age. Pushing her way through the crowd, she approached the girl with a tentative smile. “Hey,” Emma said. “I’m Emma. What’s your name?”
 
Having more or less decided that the Chespin was going to be the pokémon she chose, Hera backed away from the crowd and leaned against the wall. Seeing as she was still in the same room the noise level was still high, but at least now she could hear her own thoughts without problem. Looking down, she noticed that the creature was smiling up at her, probably happy to get away from the noise as well. It still didn't leave her arms and frankly Hera wasn't complaining. Giving it a smile in return, she decided for sure that this was the pokémon that would join her. "I really should give you a name, Chespin is a bit of a mouthful." Uhmm, let's see...how to choose a name? The first thing that came to mind was a tree, because it was brown and green, so maybe a sort of tree? Nah, in her mind those names were reserved for professors.

"How about Nutty?" The pained grimace Hera received in response was as good of an answer as any. "Fine, how about Chris then, like a Christmas tree?" For her efforts she got a shake of the head. Well, it was better than last time. "Oooh, I got it! How about Fern? That's grass-y and pretty." With a resigned shake of the head, the pokémon put both of its hands on her mouth in a clear gesture to shut up already. "Let's stick to Chespin for now then, since I guarantee the names aren't going to get any better." Finally something they could both agree on. Bloody creature looking a tad too smug about it too. Shifting her grip slightly to free one hand, Hera reached for her belt to grab a pokeball. There were plenty of unused ones floating around the house, so her mother had made sure she had more than she would really need.

She held out the pokeball so Chespin could see. "So, what do you say? Want to join me?" Hera knew the answer was yes, but the creature didn't look too sure about the pokeball itself. "You just reach out and touch the button, like this." She lightly pushed the gray button, which only resulted in the pokeball opening to reveal a metallic inside. With the same finger, Hera pushed the top back down, enjoying the satisfying sound of the contraption snapping shut. "Go on, try it." But the pokemon just looked even more spooked now. Actually, she couldn't blame him. The inside didn't look inviting at all. Plastering on a convincing smile, she tried one more time. Chespin seemed pretty smart, maybe a compromise would work. "What if I let you out immediately?" Taking a few seconds to consider it, the creature hesitantly reached out and touched the button with one hand. In a puff of red, she could see her Chespin disappear. The ball shook once, which she was pretty sure wasn't supposed to happen when the pokémon willingly went inside, before letting out a noise signifying the capture was successful.

Always one to keep her promises, Hera let her pokémon out as soon as she was able to. He landed back in her arms, not looking nearly as ruffled as she had expected. "So? What does it look like inside?" Chespin just smiled and held one hand up in a gesture she interpreted to mean 'not telling you'. "How cheeky." Even though she tried to be annoyed, Hera just ended up sounding amused. Oh yes, this was going to be fun.

Her pure focus was broken when someone spoke to her. Actually, it took a few seconds for it to even register that someone was talking to her specifically. However, when it finally got through her skull, her lips automatically tilted upwards in a polite smile. Turning to face the newcomer, a girl that looked to be around her own age, she introduced herself as well. "Hi, I am Hera." Now that she thought about it, it looks like she inherited her parents' inability to name things. Then again, she actually likes her name. "It's, uh, nice to meet you." Aaand her awkwardness was showing. Fantastic. The children screeching around them certainly wasn't helping. "If you wanna talk, maybe we should go outside?" Even with that said, she didn't move, only shifting on her feet.
 
(sorry for the short post again, I didn't know how I could stretch her walking outside, so I cut to the point)

Emma laughed. “Yeah, probably,” she smiled, pulling her Fennekin a little closer to her. Turning around, she examined the inside of the lab for the last time before she walked out. Many of the children had already filed out of the room (in no orderly fashion, some of them pulling unwilling pokemon by the ears or tails as the poor animals whimpered. They really need to find a better way to distribute Pokemon than a free for all, Emma thought as she slowly took her first step back into the now remotely tamed chaos. A few of the Pokemon had not been chosen, and it seemed as if they were the happiest creatures. They seemed to give sighs of relief as they scampered back into the area in the back of the room where they had come from. Emma sighed and pushed the door open, watching as a bunch of cars drove away, probably going to drop their children off at the port or by the forest, or maybe to enjoy one last lunch with their kids before releasing them off on their journey.


Stepping outside, Emma turned and faced the brown-haired girl. Emma’s Fennekin (who’s fur matched Emma’s hair almost exactly) whimpered at the sight of somebody unknown but seemed to loosen up a bit when she saw the Chespin in the girl’s hands. Maybe she had known the pokemon beforehand.


Emma sighed, using her free hand to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “Okay,” she said slowly. “How are you? I just figured maybe, since we were the same age, we could try to be friends.”
 
(Yeah, these are probably going to be shorter until we get going ^w^)

Hera took a deep breath as soon as they were outside. The fresh air filling her lungs was a welcome contrast to the stuffy atmosphere inside the lab. Really, if she never again saw another kid she could die happy. The leftover pokemon seemingly agreed with that sentiment. Hera always wondered what happened to those that weren't chosen. Would they be given out next year? Maybe used for something else? She knew these pokemon were pretty rare in the wild, so maybe something related to that? The Chespin had waved at them as they went outside. Looks like she's not the only one leaving everything behind then. The thought put another smile on her face, albeit a melancholy one. This is it. No more excuses to stay behind.

Turning to the girl in front of her, Hera considered the trainer and pokemon. Some people say that pokemon resemble their trainers and clearly that's the case here. Well, as far as looks are concerned, it's too early to say anything about her personality. Maybe she would learn more later. With a slight tilt of the head, Hera considered the proposition. It would be nice not to travel alone. She gave the girl, Emma, gotta remember that, a small smile. "Sounds good, I would go insane if I traveled alone." The latter part prompted the Chespin in her arms to give out a slightly insulted huff. Rolling her eyes, Hera quickly amended the statement. "Well, not alone, but you know what I mean."

Honestly, she wasn't entirely sure about not going alone, but it was worth a shot. Hey, if she's doing this then she might as well go all in, right? "Anywhere you wanna go first, or should we just get going?"
 
Emma sighed, stroking her Fennekin and smiling. At least she had found someone to travel with. She considered the girl’s question and thought for a second. She set the Fennekin down, running her hand through her hair, and pulled a journal - dark blue, a bit serene - from her bag. She opened it to the first page and turned it so the girl could see. The inside cover had a map of the country - they were in a maritime city. Emma pointed out where they were now - on one side of the country, the other side separated by a mass of water. She moved her finger to another city, about fifty miles from where they were, halfway through a mountain range. “Well, this is the Pewter gym, which is probably the first one we would want to battle. It uses ground and rock-type pokemon. Water-type moves are super effective against both of these pokemon, so if we wanted to try to collect water pokemon, which was my original goal,” Fennekin interrupted her, whimpering. Emma laughed, smiling down at her pokemon. “Don’t worry, Neki. I’m so happy I have you instead. Anyways, we would want to go here,” she said, moving her finger to a remote island in between the two landmasses. “It’s supposed to be tropical and scarcely inhabited but has the best water type pokemon. The ferry only stops there once a week, so we would be there for at least a week. The next one going there leaves in an hour.” Emma smiled again at Hera. “Of course, if you would rather go somewhere else, we could do that, too!”

(link used)
 
"Water types and few people, sign me up!" Truthfully, water types had never been her favourites, Hera always had a fondness for grass types and some normal types as well. Even she could admit that most water types were absolutely adorable though. Besides, it could be useful. Chespin had a good chance against rock types, so this gym shouldn't be too bad, but if they met any fire types she could be in trouble. Speaking of...

"Before we head off, how about a battle? I've never done one before so it would be good to try it out before I left." The battle with the jolteon definitely didn't count. Especially since the opponent was a sack of flour that she would have gotten into trouble for destroying. Actually, maybe Jolteon falling asleep was a good thing.

Chespin jumped out of her arms, apparently excited at the prospect of a battle. Or just excited to get to do something, it was hard to tell. He gave the fennekin a smile, hoping that it would play with him.
 

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