Cawfee & Param

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ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ﹕ʟɪᴠᴇ ʀᴀᴛɪᴏ

₁/₆ – ɴᴏ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ᴀᴅᴠᴀɴᴛᴀɢᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ꜱɪᴅᴇ. 

₁/₆ – ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ᴀᴅᴠᴀɴᴛᴀɢᴇ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴏᴘᴘᴏꜱɪɴɢ Pᴏᴋᴇᴍᴏɴ. 

₂/₆ – ᴏᴘᴘᴏꜱɪɴɢ Pᴏᴋᴇᴍᴏɴ ʜᴀꜱ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ᴀᴅᴠᴀɴᴛᴀɢᴇ 

₁/₆ – ғᴏʀ ᴍᴇɢᴀ ᴇᴠᴏʟᴠᴇᴅ Pᴏᴋᴇᴍᴏɴ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ɴᴏɴ ᴏɴᴇꜱ. 

₂/₆ – ғᴏʀ ᴍᴇɢᴀ ᴇᴠᴏʟᴠᴇᴅ Pᴏᴋᴇᴍᴏɴ ғᴀᴄɪɴɢ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏғғ. 

₃/₆ – ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴏᴇ ᴜꜱɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ᴀᴅᴠᴀɴᴛᴀɢᴇ ᴍᴇɢᴀ ᴇᴠᴏʟᴠᴇ Pᴏᴋᴇᴍᴏɴ. 

﹣ ɴᴜᴢʟᴏᴄᴋᴇ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴍᴏᴅᴇ. 

﹣ ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ᴘɪᴄᴋ

﹣ ɪɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ 

﹣ ᴅᴀʀᴋᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ﹐ ʜɪɢʜᴇʀ ʀɪꜱᴋ. 

﹣ ɴᴏ ʜᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ ɪᴛᴇᴍꜱ. 

﹣ ɴᴏ ʟᴇɢᴇɴᴅᴀʀʏ Pᴏᴋᴇᴍᴏɴ. 

﹣ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ʜᴀɴᴅʟᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴘᴘᴏꜱɪᴛᴇ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ. 

﹣ ᴍᴀx ᴍᴏᴠᴇꜱ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ꜱɪx. 

﹣ ᴏɴʟʏ ʀᴏᴜᴛᴇ ᴛᴍ·ꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴍ·ꜱ 

﹣ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ ɪᴛᴇᴍꜱ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ʀᴀᴛɪᴏ. 

ʀᴇɢɪᴏɴ ﹣ ᴊᴏʜᴛᴏ

ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ғᴏʀ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ﹖


ɴᴀᴍᴇ || ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ || ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ || ᴀɢᴇ 

ʜᴏᴍᴇᴛᴏᴡɴ ||

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛs
(ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ꜰɪᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴇɴ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛs)

sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ/sᴛʀᴏɴɢᴇsᴛ ʙᴏɴᴅ ||

ᴄʀᴜsʜ || sɪɢɴɪꜰɪᴄᴀɴᴛ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ || ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ

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Just going to reserve this to keep track of the Pokemon each person has, who has died, PC, etc. I'll edit it more as we go along. 

ᴄᴀᴍɪʟʟᴇ

ᴛᴇᴀᴍ
ɢʀᴇᴍᴏʀɪ - ♂ - ᴛᴏᴛᴏᴅɪʟᴇ 

ᴘᴄ


ʟᴜᴄɪᴀ

ᴛᴇᴀᴍ
ᴋɪᴛ ﹣ ♂ ﹣ ᴄʏɴᴅᴀϙᴜɪʟ

ᴘᴄ


ᴅᴇᴀᴅ

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ʟᴜᴄɪᴀ ᴍᴀʏ ᴛᴇᴍᴍɪɴɪᴄᴋ || ʟᴜᴄɪᴀ || ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ || ꜱɪxᴛᴇᴇɴ 

ʜᴏᴍᴇᴛᴏᴡɴ || ᴄᴀꜱᴛᴇʟɪᴀ ᴄɪᴛʏ﹐ ᴜɴᴏᴠᴀ

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛs

ᴘᴇʀᴋʏ || ʀᴇᴄᴋʟᴇꜱꜱ || ᴏᴘᴛɪᴍɪꜱᴛ || ᴄᴏɴꜱᴛᴀɴᴛʟʏ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀᴇꜱᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴇᴅ || ᴛᴀʟᴋꜱ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏғ ꜱʜɪᴛ ғᴏʀ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ꜱᴏ ꜱᴍᴀʟʟ || ꜱᴜʀᴘʀɪꜱɪɴɢʟʏ ɴɪᴍʙʟᴇ || ꜱᴇɴꜱɪᴛɪᴠᴇ || ᴄʟɪɴɢʏ || ᴄᴜʀɪᴏᴜꜱ || ꜱᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ ꜱᴍᴀʀᴛꜱ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍɪᴄ ꜱᴍᴀʀᴛꜱ

sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ/sᴛʀᴏɴɢᴇsᴛ ʙᴏɴᴅ || ᴄʏɴᴅᴀϙᴜɪʟ ﹣ ♂ ﹣ ᴋɪᴛ

x || x || ᴄᴀɴ·ᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴡᴇʟʟ﹐ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ﹐ ɪᴛ·ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀꜱɪᴄꜱ.

[Cawfee]

ᴄᴀᴍɪʟʟᴇ ᴄᴀᴛʜᴇʀɪɴᴇ ᴠᴏʀᴏɴᴀ || ᴄᴀᴍɪ || ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ || ᴇɪɢʜᴛᴇᴇɴ

ʜᴏᴍᴇᴛᴏᴡɴ || ᴄᴇʟᴀᴅᴏɴ ᴄɪᴛʏ, ᴋᴀɴᴛᴏ

ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛs
ᴄʜᴀᴍᴇʟᴇᴏɴ || ᴄᴏʟᴅ || ᴅɪsᴛʀᴜsᴛꜰᴜʟ || ᴄʟᴇᴠᴇʀ || ʀᴇᴄᴋʟᴇss || ᴘᴇʀᴄᴇᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ || ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀʟʏ || ᴄᴜʀɪᴏᴜs || ᴜɴᴘʀᴇᴅɪᴄᴛᴀʙʟᴇ

sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ/sᴛʀᴏɴɢᴇsᴛ ʙᴏɴᴅ || ᴛᴏᴛᴏᴅɪʟᴇ - ɢʀᴇᴍᴏʀɪ - ♂

x || x || ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ ᴀɴ ᴀʀsᴏɴɪsᴛ

[Cawfee]

Faint scratching at the eighteen-year-old's door woke her groggily from her dreamless sleep just in time to see a sliver of light appear as the door was nudged open by a green, plantlike creature. As the monster ambled its way into her bedroom, a tinny tinkling noise sounded and she grumpily arose from her bed at the bell's call. Camille gave a sharp glare at the Pokémon in question, Kolba, the family's pet Bulbasaur. He had been a gift from Professor Oak when she had turned ten, as she had been on her way to becoming a trainer in Kanto; however, plans had changed. Her mother and herself moved to Johto instead, and after deciding to wait once more to become a trainer, Camille had Kolba registered as a pet Pokémon so that he could stick around in the Vorona household.

Now the Bulbasaur was sitting down, flashing a toothy grin at the girl as if he had done nothing wrong. As if he had certainly not just woken a grumpy Camille from her sleep. Kolba peered up at Camille, red eyes gleaming happily into the colder blue ones of his almost trainer, totally unaware of what was to come next. Suddenly he was being lifted up, which caused him to let out a surprised," Bul!" The sixteen pounds of plant monster hung limply in Camille's arms as he stared at her questioningly. Why had she picked him up? It wasn't to hug him, so why? Now she was taking him out of the room. This couldn't be good, could it? A moment later he heard the door unlocking and he tried to scramble out of her arms, twisting and writhing, but it was no use. Once the door had been opened the girl tossed him out onto the porch with a light thud.

The bell on the Pokémon's collar jingled again as he shifted to face her through the door's glass. The two exchanged equally miffed expressions before Camille grumbled," Go be productive and go fertilize something, damnit," and stalked off back to her bedroom, leaving the Kanto starter Pokémon to do whatever it may be that he does when he gets tossed outside. In her room, Camille let out a soft groan as she decided to risk a glance at the clock. It was much too early for this - well - perhaps not today at least. But of course, it was still reason enough for her to complain. She slipped into her clothes for the day and threw on a baseball cap before she scrambled around to find her new backpack. She did need one of those, right? Her brother had one, didn't he? All Cami really wanted to know with the backpack debacle was how the fuck someone could just fit an entire bike in there, but perhaps she'd find out soon enough.

After all. Today was the day she'd be getting her real first Pokémon to start her journey. Kolba, of course, couldn't count. Not officially, anyway. The girl hadn't spent hours awake at night trying to decide which starter to get as she had had her mind up the very second she had entered Johto. The Pokémon was Cyndaquil, and she knew that she'd have the wonderful opportunity to burn some shit with the little guy; however, her brother Halphas had called her up last night and had somehow swayed her on her idea for a starter. Now she was leaning towards the water-type Totodile (an unlikely Pokémon for her to have due to her dislike for her brother's Blastoise, Hannibal) but her brother had claimed that she would be better off with the Totodile as it would be more fitting for her. Whatever that meant.

Once the raven-haired girl had gotten all of her things together, she stepped outside to call for Kolba only to notice that he was still on the porch, laid down with his legs bent like he was attempting to mimic a Persian. The girl glowered down at her Pokémon as he attempted to give her another toothy smile, and she shook her head playfully. Kolba stood to be let back inside once more and as he passed, she gave him a quick scratch under the chin before closing the door and heading off toward the Pokémon lab to hopefully claim her new starter. Hopefully no one else had gotten the bright idea to take off with the water-type before she could.  And if they had, well.  They were about to have some fucking trouble on their hands.

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When Lucia had set her alarm the previous night in anticipation for the greatest day of her life, she figured getting up early would be a cinch. Roll out of bed, throw her hair into what she would hope would be a bun, and race out the door. But when her alarm went off, she grumbled and slammed her hand down on the clock, slowly prying open her eyes to stare at the ceiling. The time reflected along the white wall of her bland room, and she moaned and rolled over in her bed, not wanting to get up. It was too early. Couldn't the professor have scheduled a different time? He was going to have to, because she was not getting up. 

A creak sounded, presumably her door, soon followed by something light pressing against her sheets. Lucia threw the covers across her head, but Elizabeth would have none of it. Marina's Espeon flung the covers out from atop Lucia, earning her yet another moan as she tried to retain the warmth from the missing comforter. Elizabeth sat patiently, waiting for the cold to seep into Lucia's bones since Marina didn't understand the words turn down the damn AC. Eventually, Elizabeth's patience was rewarded, and with no grace what-so-ever, Lucia rolled out from off the bed and onto the floor. 

"Jerk," she grumbled, glaring at the Pokémon. Elizabeth flicked her tail and jumped off the bed, slinking through the crack in her door to most likely return to her sunny perch on one of the chairs downstairs. So it wasn't okay to let Lucia sleep, but she could doze all day? Unfair. Granted, today was a particularly big day, and she would be far more grateful after she had claimed her new partner. After leaving the Unova region with Marina's new husband and her own new step-brother, they landed themselves in this peaceful little escape. After about three weeks of sitting around bored out of her mind, Jackson was able to pull some strings and earn her a place amongst the new trainers recieving a Pokémon today. Now she wouldn't be so bored. 

Throwing on the clothes that were lounging haphazardly on her chair, Lucia quickly threw on her new pair of sneakers Marina had purchased her for this very special occasion, and grabbed her bright green backpack. A gift from Eric, and though she appreciated it, the last thing she wanted to do was lug around a million things all around Johto. Downstairs, she heard humming from the kitchen and also the smell of pancakes. Poking her head in, Lucia spotted a large stack of the delicacy and made her move, snatching two from the pile and slipping back out from the kitchen before Marina could notice they were gone. 

With one pancake hanging from her mouth and the other gripped tightly in her hand, Lucia barged through the front door and into the crisp morning air, gaining some of her perk back. Not many people were up and about at this time, but that just made it easier to get to the lab without feeling the need to stop and hold a conversation. Why, she wasn't sure. Lucia skipped to the building, eventually pulling open the door to see a couple of aids, who glanced her way before turning their attention back to their work. Up ahead she saw a machine that contained three Pokémon, but no one else was there. Great. Was she early? Or was everyone else late? With a pout, she lingered awkwardly nearby, before pressing her face almost up against the glass to look at the Pokéballs inside. She had no idea which one she wanted, never even considered spending some time to think about it. She figured she would just know when she saw them. That was her hope, anyway. 

[Cawfee]

As Camille trotted down to the end of her driveway, she turned back around the face her home once more. Her mother was currently in Kanto and was unable to come back in time to see Camille off on her journey. The girl was fine with this of course, and she knew that Kolba would only be alone for another day or so before her mother came back. He'd be fine. Instead of thinking on Kolba and her mother, Camille chose to inspect her home. The tree. The garden that Kolba had basically kept maintained by himself. Would she miss that? Only time could tell, she supposed. Perhaps she could visit. Or perhaps she wouldn't. Maybe she'd realize that she'd be better off with her partner Pokémon on this great journey to do what? Become a trainer, collect the gym badges, defeat the Elite Four and the Champion, and then be crowned Champion herself? That was doubtful. A dream at best. Not even her brother could do that, and he had started on time.  But who knew.  Miracles could happen.  Of course, it was often that she couldn't rely on those.

Taking one last look at the tree, the blue-eyed girl turned away from her home once more and continued her trot toward the Pokémon lab. She knew that she'd be a little early or on time at the very least depending on when she made her way into the building; however, she couldn't help but have a little inkling of fear press its way into her thoughts. What if they were both taken? What if she had to settle? She didn't need another grass type. Not for a starter anyway, after all, she had Kolba. However, she knew that she'd know soon enough and pressed the thoughts back. Might as well keep a clear head before she found a reason to threaten the professor or some poor trainer into giving her what she wanted. That totally wasn't something she would consider doing. No, not at all.

Moments later the girl had burst into the lab, stopping for only a moment to give a an equally brief glance toward the aids that only briefly looked up from their work. Didn't need those creeps eyeing me anyway, she thought to herself as she moved passed the aids and into the area of the lab that housed the machine with the glass casing that held the Pokeballs. Which one was supposed to be which?  She probably wouldn't find out until they were released.  Camille eyed the blonde soon-to-be trainer that was currently almost pressing her face up against the glass of the machine for a moment before clearing her throat. "Ah - hey - you mind moving over a bit there? I'd just like a quick look before we have to choose." Obviously Camille knew that there'd be little to no difference between the Pokeballs inside, but oh well. She figured that she might as well start a probably awkward conversation with someone while she waited, and it seemed like this blonde girl was the only one here at the moment.  It's not like she had a lot of options to choose from.

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As she stared through the glass, Lucia considered the three choices. What did she want? Fire? Water? Grass? She had no clue. But as it was her most important decision, it was starting to psych the young girl out a bit. Everything that could possibly happen would occur because of this choice. She balled her fists tightly while practically glaring into the glass, growing anxious with each passing moment. The more she had time to think about her decision, the more freaked out she became. Lucia groaned and checked the clock to her right for the time. She was on time. Where was the professor? Had she gotten the date wrong? No, impossible. Elizabeth wouldn't have woken her up if the date was wrong. Tugging at her hair, she almost didn't realize someone approach from behind until they spoke. Blinking, she turned to face a blue-eyed girl with dark raven hair, and Lucia broke into a smile. Aha! Finally! Someone was here, and her racing heart steadied. 

"Sure thing!" She chirped, taking two hops back to allow the girl some space. Lucia had looked enough, anyway. As she allowed the other girl to take a peak inside, Lucia fiddled with her fingers, her eyes flickering to the door where the aids were and back, wondering when the professor would show up. Now that two of the new trainers were here, - at least, she assumed this girl was a trainer - Lucia was losing her patience. She needed something to distract herself with before she lifted up a chair and smashed her way through the machine and to those Pokéballs. Trotting back over to the stranger, she leaned casually against the device. "So what type were you thinking of getting?" Lucia asked, hoping that she may be able to decide on what she wanted if she heard this girl's opinion. "Oh, I'm Lucia by the way," she added quickly with a friendly grin, taking a bite out of the pancake she still had in her hand.

[Cawfee]

When the younger girl - she assumed she was younger - finally took notice of her presence, Camille found herself a bit taken aback by the girl's reply. She seemed much too...bright for Camille's liking, but maybe that was simply because she was excited to be getting her first Pokémon. She sure hoped so. Especially if she managed to encounter the blonde again while out on her journey. She hoped it was just the day. For her own sanity. After the girl's initial shock wore off, she took a few quick strides to reach the machine and peered inside. Three Pokeballs - none of them had been taken yet which was definitely good for her - were being held captive inside. One of those would be hers in the near future. But which one would it be? Camille thought back to the day that she got Kolba, trying to remember which order the three starters had been kept, but realized soon enough that her memory was fuzzy. Perhaps she too had been a bit too excited for that day. Well, oh well. She supposed that she would find out soon enough and hope that this other kid didn't try to snatch up the water type before she could snap it up herself.

Camille snapped out of her thoughts as she felt a presence draw closer to her to lean itself onto the machine. Tilting her head slightly, Camille pursed her lips as she noticed that the sunshine chick had come to speak to her again. Righting herself, the dark-haired girl fixed her gaze on the blonde - Lucia - and waited until she knew that she was finished talking before giving her an answer. "Well, I was pretty dead set on getting the fire-type until last night. Then my brother called me claiming that this region's water-type would be the one for me. I think he's bluffing but I guess we'll see whenever the professor shows up. Whenever that is." Camille watched Lucia take a bite of her pancake and realized that she had forgotten breakfast; however, she shrugged the thought off. It wouldn't kill her to miss breakfast every now and then. "Camille, and ah - thanks for letting me take a look at the machine."

A breeze gusted into the lab moments after Camille had introduced herself to the pancake-eating Lucia, and she turned to see who it was that had entered. Another trainer? The professor? Finally? Several heads bobbed upwards and out of whatever document or research paper - whatever they were rifling through - to take a look at who had entered. "Hey, Prof! Come look at this!" a cheery male voice called. Camille caught a look at the professor as he turned his head toward one of the aides.

"You're not being paid to work on those Pokémon comics, Jerry. Now get back to work, I'm already late," Professor Elm muttered, giving the aide known as Jerry a fairly annoyed expression before he sauntered passed the aides and toward the two soon-to-be trainers. He was skinny, on the taller side, and had a pair of glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. The raven-haired girl frowned when she realized that he was looking for something that he seemed to have lost. "Hold on, girls. Just one second, I seem to have misplaced - ah! Found them." Elm mumbled, finally getting whatever he had been searching for in the blackholes that were his lab coat pockets. Papers littered the ground where he had been standing - ones that had been trapped in the blackholes for who knows how long. Not even a moment later the glass casing of the machine slid open and revealed the Pokeballs. The professor took the three out, glanced at the girls, and immediately released the Pokémon.

Three streams of red light slowly materialized into the Johto starters - Chikorita, Totodile, and Cyndaquil. Camille glanced from the professor whom she had been giving a smug look toward the entire time he had been rummaging around in his pockets, and instead toward the three starters. She gave the briefest glance toward the grass-type with the leaf on its head. The starter's red eyes sort of creeped her out unlike Kolba's that just allowed him to be even cuter when he decided to fuck something up. After turning away from the grass-type, Camille's gaze lingered on the fire-type, Cyndaquil. The fire mouse was tempting, very, very tempting. So tempting that she had to turn away from him and to the water-type. And well...She was immediately disappointed. Well, could she really be disappointed? After all, it did look pretty happy sleeping like it was. Crouching down, Camille reached over to snap her fingers near its head, hoping to wake it from its slumber. She needed to know what he was like before she decided. Almost immediately maroon eyes snapped open and the blue monster chomped its jaws at the air where her hand had been only a moment before. It quickly clambered its way to a standing position, the whole time staring at the dark-haired girl curiously - almost ravenously - as if it was ready to eat her. Another second passed by and in a blur the Totodile had clamped his jaws onto the leaf atop the grass-type's head and started shaking. Startled, the Chikorita let out a cry, and hearing it, both Camille and Professor Elm scrambled to separate the two Pokémon before anything bad could happen. Camille pried open the little monster's jaws as Elm pulled the leaf out of the Totodile's mouth and once they were separated, Camille continued to hold the struggling water-type despite its hungry growls of protest. "Well, I guess I'll take this guy," the blue-eyed girl muttered, tilting her head. "He's feisty enough for me. What about you?" She queried, turning her attention to Lucia.

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She already knew what type she wanted. Lucia had hoped listening to the older girl - Camille - talk about her to-be starter would give Lucia an inkling as to what to decide. But alas, it only made her already jumbled thoughts into incoherent nonsense that she couldn't fathom trying to pull apart. She waved her hand dismissively at her thanks - she had every right to see it! Besides, at least she seemed certain of her choice, even if it was between two. That was better than not having one at all. But what was wrong with the grass-type? Did she know something Lucia didn't? Or did she just have a grudge against the type? It was silly to think over, but it made her paranoid about everything now. If Camille took the water-type, that would leave Lucia with two choices - fire or grass. And what if the grass-type was bonkers? And same with the fire? What was she supposed to do then!? 

"You'd think being a professor, punctuality would mean a lot to him," Lucia grumbled with a quick glance at the door. She didn't understand why it was taking so long. He was supposed to be handing out Pokémon right now! Not lallygagging out and about somewhere. Lucia chewed on her second pancake thoughtfully, her foot tapping impatiently when the door was flung open. Blinking up, she was relieved to finally see the man in a lab-coat. He wasn't very impressive, but he looked just like any other professor she had come across. Geeky and full of papers. Literally, apparently, because she watched with a grin as all his papers dropped out from his pockets. At least, she thought it was all of them. More and more seemed to keep piling out and she was astonished at how much one man could shove in those pockets. After Jerry got yelled at - rightfully so, you're a professor's aid, not some comic writer! - the professor made his way towards the girls. Excitement and anticipation made her a bit jumpy, and Lucia started bouncing on the heels of her feet, the previous worry being swept away by the fact that even if she did get stuck with a batshit crazy Pokémon, at least it would be her batshit crazy Pokémon. And that was a beautiful thing. 

Finally, though, the moment of truth had arrived. 

After waiting roughly a few weeks for this day, Lucia watched in pure, childlike glee, as the professor opened up the machine and pulled out the three Pokémon. Lucia leaped up beside Camille, squeezing the remainder of her pancake in half, which them proceeded to fall onto the floor, but she didn't seem to notice. "This is it!" She squeaked as the three Pokémon were released. Honestly, she wasn't disappointed. And even staring at the grass-type, it confused her why Camille wouldn't want it. The leaf on it's head was adorable, and the red eyes drew Lucia in. Beside it stood the fire-mouse Pokémon, and next was the water-type that Camille's brother apparently claimed would be a good fit for her. Lucia gnawed the side of her cheek and waited for Camille to pick first. At least she knew what she wanted, and Lucia didn't want to cause any bad blood between the two of them - especially if they were to encounter each other again. Maybe they would travel together! She offered a quick glance at the girl, and grinned. Maybe. It would be a lot more fun to travel in a group instead of alone. 

Lucia cocked her head to the side and watched as Camille snapped her fingers in front of the Totodile, who was passed out. Lucia could get on board with that. She was impressed by the sheer size of it's jaws and blinked back back her surprise, which soon morphed into giggles, when it snapped it's maw around the poor grass-type's leaf. Her giggles continued, doing nothing to help the professor or Camille pry away the Pokémon. Sometimes trying to help only made things worse, and she didn't want to crowd the feisty water-type if it decided to put Lucia on the menu for it's next meal. It was her turn now that Camille decided on the squirming Pokémon in her arms, and Lucia gulped. Glancing at the two remaining ones, her eyes lingered on the poor grass-type, who was now staring glumly at it's crooked leaf. Cyndaquil had stared on - at least, she thought so... she couldn't see it's eyes - with a bored expression, almost like the whole even with the Chikorita and Totodile was more of an inconvenience than possible loss of a leaf from the grass-type. It yawned before sniffing the air, almost immediately wandering over to the pancake that Lucia had dropped. It picked it up and, without hesitation, shoved the food in it's mouth. Gasp. 

With a dramatic flourish that the Cyndaquil was not prepared for, Lucia scooped up the Pokémon in her arms and grinned, hugging the fire-type close to her chest. The Cyndaqil was startled, but when it caught sight of the remaining pancake in Lucia's hand, it plucked it from her grasp with ease, now content to gnaw on it in her arms. "I pick this one! It likes pancakes, clearly a sign," she said, scratching the Pokémon's  head. "Thanks professor!" Lucia chimed.