The Beginning of a New Generation

[Aislinn Hanrahan]

For some, the train ride from Taklakan to Lodo might have been boring. For Samara, it was an adventure. When your world has largely consisted of your room for all your life, and then you’re finally able to be out and about in it… suddenly, everything seems so big and new and wonderful.

Samara had curled up on a seat to watch with amazement the countryside change from the rough lands of her home to the bright plains of Lodo, but as they pulled into the main city Samara scooted off her seat and slowly moved nearer to the doors, anxious to begin her new life. A matronly lady with a shopping bag smiled worriedly down at her. “Aren’t you a little young to be traveling alone, dear?”

Samara shrugged. “There’s nothing to be scared of.”

“Oh?”

The little waif looked up and slightly behind the woman, at the smirking shape coalescing there. “Because the scary things seem to like me.”

“Dreavuuus!” Psyche cackled, suddenly tugging on the woman’s hair. The woman shrieked, dropping her bag, sending oranges rolling everywhere on the train as it pulled up to the station.

Samara nimbly stepped over the fallen fruit, and exited the train, shaking with laughter as she ran down the ramp and into town. Reaching a bench in front of the PokeMart, she paused, and sat down to catch her breath. Running was good for her, but she needed to be careful about how much she pushed herself… Complete health would only come in time.

Air brushed her face; Psyche had reformed beside her. “Drev?” She cooed with concern.

“Ohh, that was brilliant,” Samara gushed and giggled between quick pants. “Did you see her face? Definitely worth it…” Tempted to explore her new surroundings, she knew she’d best get to the Center first, rather than miss her chance entirely. “Shall we see if we can get someone in the Pokemon Center, too?”

Psyche cackled in agreement.

“Great! That ought to put some excitement in their day…” Samara took a deep cleansing breath, and left the bench. “Okay, it should be this way…” As the pair headed to where the Center was located on her map, Psyche faded from sight, then hiding up in the shadows of the building as Samara walked inside.

“This is where we register for the League Challenge, right?” She asked Professor Hemlock, the adult who looked to be in charge.  

[Ryushikaze]

"Well, I know very well how to battle. The problem is that any of my team would be a curbstomp, and even I'm more than a match for your little one down there, as would Winry's Cubone, despite the type mismatch. If you're gonna have a battle with anyone, it ought be with someone who also just started, like Silent but Veggy here, or one of the other first day trainers." Tim considered. "Though if we're gonna have a battle, we might as well head back to the pokecenter and use the facilities there, instead of having it in the middle of the street. It's rather inconsiderate to everyone else here, after all."  

[Modenopfer]

Vee frowned and thrust out her lower lip in a half-grimace, half-pout directed the older trainer. "Her name isn't Veggy," she protested, "it's..."
She cocked her head in the green-haired girl's direction and regarded her curiously as if searching for an answer. Finally she concluded, "...Rylie. Her name is Rylie." She paused for a moment as if thinking, then continued, "I know that 'cause she told me it earlier. Didn't you, Rylie?" She grinned brightly at her friend. The abstract nature of their introduction did not strike her as the least bit strange; besides, she already had more important things on her mind. "Hey, Rylie. Old man here says we should go to the Pokemon Center and learn how to battle. Do you wanna go too?"  

[Aislinn Hanrahan]

“Samara,” She corrected, with a slight wrinkle of her nose, pulling her Trainer’s Card out of her pocket for Prof. Hemlock. “You know, with an ‘S.’” She added, drawing the letter in mid-air. Out of habit she glanced idly to the ceiling, trying to gauge where Psyche was choosing to hide. Somehow, trying to frighten Hemlock wasn't terribly appealing. Perhaps there were some other new trainers around the Center?  

[Aislinn Hanrahan]

Bugger, Samara thought absently. Well, there was no point in trying for surprise now.

"Yeah... She's here," she said with just a touch of childish petulance at her fun ruined by, of course, her parents. "You'd best come on out Psych... We'll get someone later."

At this request, Psyche reformed behind Samara, haughty and unruffled by the missed chance for mayhem. The Screech Pokemon simply stared at the Professor with its wide red eyes, not familiar with humans such as him.

"She's been keeping a good eye on me," Samara supplied, hoping that this report would somehow get back to her parents, and they'd not insist she come home, though her praise was growing more elaborated. "Frightening away large dogs... making sure I eat my vegetables... that sort of thing..."

(OOC: No worries. That's fine.)  

[Paran]

Though Rylie preferred to avoid confrontation, she knew that learning to battle with pokémon was the only real way she would be able to find the Elite Four and solve the mystery behind the drastic change in her existence. After a slight moment of hesitation, she nodded the affirmative.  

[Aislinn Hanrahan]

Samara made a non-committal noise at Hemlock's advice, storing her Trainer's ID away in her front inside pocket with her other valuables. She'd always gotten away with it so far... it seemed that'd she'd probably only learn her lesson about scaring the wrong people was the hard way.

Clipping the pouch to the belt at her waist, she pulled out the Pokegear for a moment, admiring it and the quality of it. A real Pokegear... Just like the Trainers in the gym back home. Wait 'til she showed them who was the useless invalid... "Thanks," she said shortly, but with genuine feeling, even giving Hemlock a smile. "Thanks a lot."

Turning to Psyche, that smile shifted into its normal mischievous smirk. "Shall we see if we can scare out a new companion from the grass before dinner?"

"Misdreav... Misdreavus," Psyche chuckled.

With Psyche floating visibly beside her as she chatted away, Samara left the Center.  

[Paran]

Rylie sensed it coming before she actually saw it of course.

A Ghost-type!

She hated those.

When the new girl finally strode into view, Rylie hung back for a moment before rushing forward again to clutch at Vee's arm.