Professor Oak

[faron]

Until someone wishes to play Professor Oak, he shall remain a NPC.

Herein lie Professor Oak's laboratory just off to the side of the ever peaceful Pallet Town. If you take the time to visit, he will readily supply you with your choice of your first Pokemon (from what is available of course). Just as a reminder, all canon characters have the option to start over. This means you may begin with your first Pokemon, or you can start over as a new trainer and get a different one. For example, if you were to be playing Ash, you could either start your journey with him just having received his Pikachu, or him going to the lab and getting a different Pokemon. Or May, having got her Torchic, or going to the lab and getting a different Pokemon. It's all up to you. And no one will ever know. Because none of that has happened yet.

If you are already in possession of Pokemon, and simply wish to gain another, perhaps you could trade some of your time to perform simple tasks around the lab to help him for one of the stocked Pokemon. Be sure to check back, as you can never be sure when the dear old Professor will have in certain rare species.

These are the Pokemon Professor Oak currently has available.
No, you may not special order Pokemon.
Once the lab runs out however, they will be replaced by a different species set.

x2
x3
x3


In addition, you also get the following items:


Pokeball x5


Region Map x1


First Aid Kit x1


Pokedex x1

[nickbo]

Did people knock when they wanted to enter the laboratories?

He paused. Well, that's was a new one. Pausing. His hand rose above the door frame, moving backwards and forwards indecisively. Damion could feel himself twitching almost; indecisive. Perhaps it's just nerves getting to you, an irritating part of his mind attempted to relay.

Nerves had never really gotten to him before though.

They were holding him back he realized. Damion suddenly realized he had been standing in the same place for only five seconds and the only way to remedy this was to do something ridiculous. Actually, the something ridiculous seemed perfectly reasonable as he swung the laboratory door open and called out,"'Cuze me geez...!"

Geezer. No, that was not something you called people who would give you things he realized as he trailed off and stepping in, still moving despite his facial expression seemed to hint that he was startled by his near name calling. This person was respectable and the adolescent barely paid attention to what was around him as he attempted to recover his near betrayal," I mean, Professor..."

Trailing off again Damion wanted to fine himself. He had been exceptionally slow and now he had forgotten the name!?

"ElmBirchIvy..." the adolescent spurted out, managing to accumulate all the Professor names into one handy word as he went through his knowledge of tree/plant names," Oh, you're that Oak one! I'm here 'bout the starter pokemon deal!"

[Cassie]

[/i] into the room. Even Ash hadn't been quite so forceful with his entrance, which was saying something when you thought about how excited the boy had been to get his starter. For a moment the Professor felt a slight twinge of guilt as he remembered the hell-ball he'd actually given young master Ketchum, but that soon passed. He was confident the boy could cope. And if not... Well...

Ash would cope. He was sure of it.

Now, the decidely non startled Professor, turned his attention towards the vibrantly coloured ball of energy who'd just asked for a Pokemon. Not an unsual request, but he was certainly less reserved than most. Smoothing the creases from his lab coat, the silver haired male stood up and cleared his throat.

"Well, young man, which Pokemon were you wanting?"

ooc: eck, I'm awful as Oak! [/ul]

[nickbo]

"'Pokemon'?"

He repeated the word as if it was foreign to him and as it suddenly remembering his request he frowned slightly, tapping the side of his head impatiently as if it would help him think.

"Pokemon, pokemon, pokemon....," Damion said, his earlier rambunctious voice quietening as he murmuring the words over and over again. The stillness would not last though as he remembered his goals and ideals as his eyes lit up and he almost leapt up as he recalled what he wanted to say.

"Of course, I don't know the Pokemon! You should tell me!" he nodded, eager like a boy on Christmas," But I want a fast pokemon! Something that can keep up with me!"

"But... It's gotta be really strong too! And awesome looking! And fast!" he stated, momentarily forgetting he had already listed the last requirement and despite his eagerness his foot begun to tap impatiently,"So, what are you waiting for!? Do your business geeze--... I mean, show 'em to me Professor!"

[Cassie]

Professor Oak raised his eyebrow, silently questioning the blonde males sanity. What sort of person was this child anyway, surely he had some idea of what Pokemon he wanted when he came to the Lab, but now it seemed as if he didn't even know what a Pokemon was! Oak was baffled to how such a strange boy was such a stranger to him, surely he would have been noteable? Oak pondered this very ponderable issue for a few moments before the obvious answer crept up behind him and then knocked the legs out from under him. Metaphorically speaking of course. It made perfect sense now that he thought about it - the eccentric blonde was infact a foreigner! Oak was dying to ask the boy about where he came from, but was distracted from this knowledge seeking by the boys request.

He wanted to see the Pokemon?

Of course he did! Such a simple statement, yet so obvious.

"Oho! The Pokemon!

Oak nodded his head furiously at the boy for a moment, no doubt caught up in the boy's energy. Bustling over to his desk, the man rummaged around in the drawers untill he found the object of his quest; three white and crimson pokeballs. He held them up triumphantly before placing them on the desk in a neat little row.

"There we are young man, the Pokemon. There's a Slowpoke, a Pidgey and a Mareep. Pick whichever one you would like!

Oak made a sweeping guesture at the balls with his hand, before pacing across the room, trying to remember where on earth he'd left the trainer kits... That totodile better not have got his teeth into them!

[nickbo]

That was all?

To be honest Damion had been expecting a least one fanfare, maybe a celebration. Perhaps that was a little too egotistical was disappointment was smeared across his face as he examined the balls on the table. All awesome, he supposed, had to start off small. Small, however, seemed such a task. Although everyone else had these why couldn't he have something... Different? Amazing?

To accompany his sufficiently disapproving face he approached the desk and whilst the professor tottered away he attempted to examine the pokeballs. His orange glare seemed rather interested as he looked forward; honestly, they seemed far more impressive thrown around enthusiastically on television. Tugging on his scarf in an impatient manner and his other hand went to prod one on of them.

"But... Prof is this it?" Damion asked bluntly, quirking a blonde eyebrow. He liked to think he was being nice and honest most of all," I mean, d'ya give these to all the amazing, super-special-awesome trainers too?"

Prodding again perhaps he did so in a slightly more violent manner. It was then the ball insisted in rolling across the table in a deliberate way and the sudden movement caused Damion to squeal girlishly and fling himself in an attempt to catch. Failing, however, he only managed to cause a slight thump as he collided with the table, sprawling out as the pokeball collided against the floor. If anything his thud had only disturbed it as it jettisoned into red, revealing a rather sprawled pink pokemon.

Damion was too immersed to notice it yet though due to the fact he was sulking via whining, groaning noises due to the pain of his ribs being integrated with the table.

[Gary]

"Hm," Professor Oak muttered to himself[/b] as he pushed aside a bit of clutter on his desk in search for the standard pack he gave to all beginning trainers. Things hadn't been the same since Daisy and Gary had left his service--he had learned to depend on them for so much!

His concentration on finding the bag made him completely oblivious to the bumbling currently taking place behind him between the boy and a certain pokeball. "Becoming a trainer is a huge responsibility," he preached as he lifted a cup of coffee and looked underneath it for his quarry. "Not only will you have to take care of yourself from now on..." he moved to a couple of cabinets, "but you will also be responsible for your pokemon." He glanced over his shoulder absent-mindedly after the boy asked his question; he frowned, and his thick eyebrows appeared rather baffled at the boy's sense of self.

"Uh... Yes," he replied before going back to his search. The ensuing noise coming from behind the Professor went completely through one ear and out the other; Oak seemed to rather enjoy teaching others instead of listening to them himself. At least, when it came to odd, new trainers like the boy in his office. "I'm giving you a pokedex as well as other items you'll need to start off your journey. This pokedex has been developed by other Pokemon Professors as well as myself, and should help you identify any pokemon you come across. Also, your first choice for a pokemon is an important one. Not only should you like your pokemon...Ah!" Oak had found the items, and promptly placed them into a pack. "But the pokemon must also like you." He turned around as he said this, pack in hand, to see Slowpoke and the boy, apparently getting along, or so said the content expression on Slowpoke's face.

"I see you've chosen your pokemon! Wonderful." Professor Oak quickly erased the distance between himself and the boy, pushing the pack into his hands. He reached down and grabbed the slowpoke and its pokeball, and pushed these into the boy's arms as well. "Well, I do have things to get done around here, and I'm sure you can't wait to get started on your journey! Good luck!" As he said this, Oak ushered Damion towards the door.

female
Abilities:
Curse
Yawn
Tackle

[nickbo]

“Whu-what?”

The pink thing was heavy. Freakishly so as it was thrown into his arms and he merely loss balance, trying to hold it as he was being forcefully ushered to the door. Though he did regain his feet the slowpoke slid out of his arms as he attempted to carry it but somehow managed to do so rather slowly, sliding down against his body and making the most oddly satisfied groaning sound. Something that freaked the boy out certainly and he stopped in his tracks, partly because of the rather heavy thing on his foot. He wanted to shake it off but the pink pokemon seemed kind of content on just being sprawling out on it. His eyes trailed over it with... Slight confusion and disgust. It was so... Slow.

“Bu-but what is it?” he attempted to finally construct, glancing back to the professor,” This... It's pink!”

He made a frantic sound as if even the pokemon's colour was a great dilemma,” I can't have a pink pokemon! Plus it's... Slow!”

Once again the frantic sound commenced as he glanced down the Slowpoke which barely seemed to understand what was going on. Once again the groan did commence from the pokemon which caused him to shudder slightly,” Why is it so... Incapable!?”

Oh yes, Damion was totally proud of the big word he used. When he glanced to the professor however he seemed sufficiently horrified that a pokemon could possibly be slow. The fore-mentioned pokemon, however, seemed to enjoy snuggling up to his shoe.

[Gary]

Professor Oak cocked an eyebrow as the boy stopped; he leaned over and peered over his shoulder, where his eyes dropped to Slowpoke. He appeared to be quite confused with Damion's reaction.

"You mean you don't like it?" he removed himself from behind Damion so he could stand beside both trainer and pokemon. He noted Slowpoke's obvious affection towards the boy and began to feel rather sorry for it. He raised his eyebrows at the boy's last statement. "Well," he heaved with a professional sigh, "that's quite unfortunate. Slowpoke seems to have taken a liking to you very quickly." He couldn't say that he appreciated the boy's behavior towards pokemon. Judging pokemon based on color wasn't a very smart thing in and of itself. With another glance at Slowpoke, Oak couldn't help but want to convince the trainer to take it. He hummed to himself in his divided state: although Damion seemed like a foolish boy now, Oak had had much experience with trainers that were similar, and they had turned out to be great. And although it seemed a risk to even allow the boy to have a pokemon, Slowpoke really liked this one. Plus, Professor Oak really wasn't supposed to be the judge of these things.

"Slowpoke can grow to be a very strong pokemon," he said informatively, having concluded that he wanted to convince this boy to take her. He couldn't possibly deny the poor thing. Professor Oak stuck a knowledgeable finger in the air as he continued. "It will help you become a great trainer, there's no doubt about that." It certainly would teach the boy patience, if anything. "My advice is that you take this pokemon." He nodded to confirm his suggestion.

[nickbo]

“Eeeehh...?”

He drew out the words with an appropriate amount of disgust and bewilderment. His orange eyes flickered down to the obtrusive pink pokemon that had stretched out on his feet. There was a slight twitch as he resisted the urge to kick it out most violently.

Perhaps his stillness due to the incredibly heavy creature on his foot caused him to stop and actually consider the professor's words. Damion was being stopped from rushing out impatiently due to the obscene... Lazy thing. 'Slowpoke'? That name already signalled some form of apocalypse plus the colour was so girly plus...

Its reaction time threw him off completely. The pokemon's head finally found a way up after quite a while and it managed to stare at him. One of the most unnerving looks ever and the blonde-haired boy wanted to shudder uncontrollably. He attempted to contain the convulsion but still a shiver escaped and he glanced away, too disturbed to return the gaze.

“Wh-whatever...” the new trainer tried to say but it came out several octaves higher then he wished it to be. His mind slowly absorbed the words Oak said and his hand fidgeted nervously at his scarf, yanking slightly. He attempted to glance back, avoiding the look from the water-type and his eyes scoured over it. Did it really like him...? A slight warm expression graced his features momentarily as he considered it, looking momentarily serene.

“Fine. I'll take it... Or him, her, whatever,” he suddenly snorted, breaking out of his rapid calmness. Ceasing his fidgeting and crossing his arms. His unsettled look was replaced with pure arrogance and Damion smirked,” I'll redefine Slowpoke. Sonic here will be the fastest one ever!”

The adolescent was blissfully unaware of the various copyright laws he had broken with his bizarre nickname of 'Sonic' (Sonic was a pretty manly name anyway but the boy didn't care for gender that much). However he still managed to glance down to it, definitely not unnerved as he had been before by its soulless stare.

“We've got Gym Leaders to defeat Sonic!” Damion managed to shout as if he had forgotten he was in an incredibly respectable Professor's laboratory. Perhaps he was implying that he wanted the pokemon to get off his foot but she seemed to barely realize her trainer was saying anything. The look from her just continued and they returned gazes. One exceptionally competitive and enthusiastic and the other managing to be rather blank and confused. During this silence they shared with stares there was a slight twitch in his eyebrow as the pokemon once again managed to creep him out. Finally another disturbed shiver escaped him and he turned away. One might suspect if he hadn't been searching for the pokeball among the trainer pack in his arms he would have been shuffling nervously with his scarf. An odd habit at any rate.

“We-well we'll work on your reaction speed soon enough...” he nodded, returning the water-type to it's pokemon. As its silhouette burst into red light one might have caught the outline of it tilting its head about to reply. The blonde trainer was rather too impatient to wait for the reply as he returned it. However, as if suddenly realizing he was in Oak's laboratory, he glanced around, blinking rapidly confused.

“Oh!” Damion cried out dramatically, almost yelping in shock as the blonde's head programmed the fact that he had been in the same place for far too long. Shoving the trainer pack aside into the bag at his side he glanced to the Professor with a look that seemed to imply 'what are you still doing here?'.

“Well, see you later old man!” he cried out, saluting as he attempted to burst out of the laboratory whilst he cried out the words. Yes, it appeared Damion had forgotten all about being polite.

“Thanks!”

The cry was still audible from outside as he only just remembered. Clearly it was too much of a bother to actually walk back to Oak and thank him.