And so it begins [ starter ]

[Vyliak Soun]

there's no peace only war
victory decides who's wrong or right
it will not cease only grow

you better be prepared to fight

    Vyliak couldn't say he was enjoying this trek down the winding stone-walled path. It was dark enough for him to actually have to squint his eyes, whether he wanted to or not. However, he did have to admit; it was a good place to make what would be the equivalent of a 'secret lab.' As he progressed further, the siding became less and less finished-looking, as though it had been dug and built in a hurry. It got to a point where it was mostly just clay for walls, and Vyliak suspected that wherever this led to had not been an original part of The Underground, but rather, built after it had been sealed off. By who or what, though, was a mystery.

    Eventually, Vyliak noticed a faint purple glow at the end of what appeared to be set of stairs. Clearing his throat as quietly as he could, he readjusted his sleeves and proceeded down the winding staircase, taking a few moments to observe the area once he reached the foot of the stairs. As his eyes glanced over the place, he noticed there was a huge lack of, well, everything. There was only one terminal, a few metal tables and what looked to be an old gurney in a corner, and a bunch of empty vials and other things on the floor next to the gurney. A few Litwick hovered around the edges of the room, and a Chandelure was hovering around the top center area of the room. As he looked behind him, he realized that the staircase was gone, replaced by a flawless stone wall and a Litwick. Interesting. So this place was only accessible to those who'd been told about it, and no doubt that whoever was in charge around here knew about him before hand, or at least of his approach.

    The only important question that remained was -- where was this person?

OOC NOTES: Professor Jennifer

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[Professor Jennifer]

Upon the arrival of the large man in a suit, the Litwick began to murmur amongst themselves, though the Chandelure remained silent. A set of eyes watched the young man from a hidden doorway, piqued with interest.

Who the hell dresses like that these days? Sheesh. Well, he at least dresses well. He's not some raggedy tramp from The Last Half. He may not even be from The Last Half, which would make it all the more interesting.

Slipping out from the shadows, her form silently and swiftly did a flip and landed softly on one of the metal tables. She crouched on the table, her head tilted slightly to one side, and a peculiar look on her face as she inspected the tall man. "I'm assuming you're one of The Followers, or you wouldn't have found your way here," she said, quickly reaching a hand up to brush some hair out of her face. With one swift motion, she shifted from a crouching position to sitting with her legs dangling off the side of the table. "Tell me--what is your goal, hmm? Why are you interested in being a Follower? Oh, and... what kind of Pokémon you're interested in," she said.

Her feet were bare and covered in dirt and grime. She had some worn-down pants that only reached her shins, and seemed to be held up by some rope. Her upper body was covered in a black and white robe of sorts, with the white portions being noticably dirty and in need of a good wash. She didn't look to be the Professor type, but that was the whole point. Looks weren't everything, and that's why she decided to question the well-dressed man before her.

[Vyliak Soun]

there's no peace only war
victory decides who's wrong or right
it will not cease only grow

you better be prepared to fight

    Vyliak was admittedly a little startled at this person. Not because they were sneaky, but because of the apparent age. He was accustomed to the 'Professors' most people had known abck in the day to be at least middle-aged, if not older. And this one, she looked to be younger than himself.

    Secondly, his was caught off-guard by the sudden bombardment of questions. "When my family managed to secure a position here underground, we lost everything. Everyone had to start over. I'm hoping I can get my family a headstart aboveground as a secondary goal. My primary goal would be to assist The Trio -- what they were doing is asserting dominance over Pokémon. They should finish what they started, and I'd be more than happy to find a way to help and get some good grace from them," he said. Good grace, or the equivalent thereof. He wanted to get on their good side, and help be a part of the biggest thing in the history of the world.

    The last question that popped up was what kind of Pokémon he wanted. He hadn't really thought about that. "Well. I'm assuming it will be toxic aboveground for us, so a Pokémon who could take a beating and-or is not affected by poison would be good. So... something Steel or perhaps a Fighting-type," he said.

    He couldn't help but notice how unkempt her appearance was. She'd asked him a few questions, now he was going to ask her. "You've asked me a few questions, now I have one for you -- who are you? I don't remember seeing you around," he said as he gazed at her at an angle.

OOC NOTES: Professor Jennifer

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[Professor Jennifer]

A smile crept to the Professor's face. Someone who had almost everything and lost it after the destruction of his home. Now, he wanted it back, but also wanted to get on the good side of The Trio. Well, it was likely they could help each other out. His taste in Pokémon wasn't bad, either. She hadn't been topside herself, but she'd heard from... other sources... that it was bad up there. Bad enough to require gas masks for humans, unless they wanted to die from the various toxins in the air. Steel or fighting. Right. Hopping off of the table, she went to a beat-up old computer and punched in a few letters.

Upon being questioned herself, she couldn't help but giggle. "Not afraid to ask questions, that's good. You can just call me Jen. I'm the appointed Professor and am in charge of deeming individuals worthy of being of use or not. Anything else is on a need-to-know basis. Now, for your starters -- here are your choices," Jen said, as she grabbed a small load of Pokeballs -- five, to be exact -- and dropped them onto one of the empty tables, releasing all five simultaneously. "Now, you five, behave. I don't want to have to get Armin involved," Jen said sternly. The Chandelure in the top center of the room made its first move at the mention of the name 'Armin.'

Before Vyliak stood five Pokémon.



"Take your time picking. It's not like the world is going to find the last seven legendaries itself and turn them over or anything," Jen said.

[Vyliak Soun]

there's no peace only war
victory decides who's wrong or right
it will not cease only grow

you better be prepared to fight

    Five different choices, eh? Vyliak wasn't sure if that was special treatment for him being a follower, or if all people who started out got that many choices. However, as soon as the second Pokémon popped out, he didn't care about the others -- he knew which one he wanted. "I'll take the Pawniard," he said.

    He wanted to ask more about Jen, but there was something about her that was both intimidating and commanded respect. Young, but feisty. And in a good way. Despite her apparent age, she knew what she was doing, it seemed. "How many others have you got that have come through here since the initial announcement of the other Professors wanting to let people venture aboveground?" he asked curiously.

OOC NOTES: Professor Jennifer

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[Professor Jennifer]

She'd barely said what she wanted about him taking his time when he made his decision. Making quick decisions, or at least knowing what he wanted. That was good, too. As she recalled the other four Pokémon and placed them in the hole they'd popped out of, they were sucked back into the machine. Disappearing around the corner, she returned with an unusually good-looking bag, and stuck the ball, along with some items, inside it. "Inside here will be the items you need to start off your journey. I've not been up there myself yet, but... you'll need this as well. You can take your pick of color. Dark or darker, heh," she said, holding up a dark grey and black gas mask. "Also, you'll need to wear this at all times up there. I don't know the extent of what would happen if you didn't wear it, but, I've been told you can last for maybe a couple of minutes before you succumb to the toxins in the air up there, which is something I'm sure none of us want. Be cautious, tread carefully, and I'm sure we'll be in touch. Oh, and try to avoid other people if you can that aren't Followers. You're the only Follower so far -- perhaps even the first person to go aboveground, so consider yourself lucky and honored," she said, shoving first the bag and then the two gas masks toward the much larger man before her. "Just leave the mask you don't want on one of the tables, and I'll collect it later. Good luck out there," Jen said. And with that, she was gone.

Vyliak received:

Pawniard
Name: Unnamed
Gender: Female
Level: 5
Ability: Defiant
Moves: Scratch | Psycho Cut

Fight ● Bag ● Pokémon ● Run

TIGRIS OF GS


 Dusty Old Pokedex
Improved Poké Ball x1
Potion x3
Gas Mask x1
Portable Healing Station