Welcome/Welcome back, you crazy diamonds!

[spiritcrystal]

[An island! This is most certainly not where everyone was just a few moments ago. ...Alright, maybe some of you were on an island. Don't get cheeky.

At everyone's feet is a small note. It gives no description of their location or explanation, of course; it only says one simple thing.

Please choose one.

The note comes along with three Pokéballs with different "starter" Pokémon in them- the three Pokémon can be anything, from a Froakie, Charmander, and Treecko to a Rattata, Patrat, and Bidoof if you're particularly unlucky- and everything in between. If it's not a legendary Pokémon, it's fair game.

Of course, you can only pick one! Trying to go for a second will leave you thinking that you better not get too greedy. If you're one of those types that wouldn't care either way, the other two Pokéballs will simply disappear.

Now go forth, and into a world of Pokémon!]

Comments

[goldenlyre]

[(It's not wrong that I'm just a little wary of her judgement sometime, right? Not in battle or anything, but. You know.)

The total opposite!]

I don't think you're anything to be jealous of, Ethan. [Sprouty thinks that's very mean to say, Lyra... But the usually cheerful girl's nerves were struck by his overconfidence and dismissal of her choices.] You don't have fun any more.

[tidaldrum]

[(Right, right.)

That's mean to say about yourself.]

I have plenty of fun. [Irritation starting to show.] Whenever I battle, I have fun. Especially when I win.

[It's just so easy. No one stands a chance. He's fairly sure no one stands a chance. When you've gone up to Mt. Silver and beaten the legendary trainer who resides there, it's a little hard to think anyone can defeat you anymore.]

[goldenlyre]

[(How about you? About Ethan. He kind of has a big head.)

Look in a mirror.]

Could've fooled me. You expect to win now, so... It doesn't look like fun to me. [She's kind of concerned, but still annoyed.

Dumb Ethan.]

[tidaldrum]

[(He's a good kid. I think he'll grow out of it.)

That's my line, isn't it?]

It's plenty of fun. [Dumb Lyra.] Don't go making assumptions, Lyly.

[goldenlyre]

[(I hope so. For Lyra's sake, mainly, because you know how she is.)

It's so mine.]

I'm calling it a hunch! Your attitude's just sealing the deal though. [Puffy cheeks. Huff.] I'll make you have a fun battle when I challenge you.

[tidaldrum]

[(Yeah. She's too nice to handle him like this all the time.)

Definitely mine.]

It'll be really fun when I win. [Heh.] You can even use the Magikarp you picked in it, all right?

[He's

not using the Pokémon he picked, nosirree.]

[goldenlyre]

[(She's going to blow up one day... Even she has her limits.)

Nope.]

Of course I will! Fishy's gonna be the one to beat your Ferafera, after all. [Speaking of, want a scratch under your jaw big guy?] Oh, have you gotten a Pokémon yet? Or did you coldly leave them to follow you?

[tidaldrum]

[Oooh, yes, Ferafera loves jaw scratches. Lay it on me, missy.]

I didn't want one, but this one wouldn't shut up until I chose. [Out comes Happiny! She looks up at Ethan, then at Lyra... And steps closer to Ethan, puffy her chest out proudly.] Lyra, meet Haphap.

[goldenlyre]

[One final scratchfest for you, Ferafera, and it's crouching down to meet Haphap.]

Aww, well aren't you cute! [Can she pet you, Haphap? She really wants too, wiggling her fingers and everything.] Make sure you treat her right, Ethan, girls have fragile hearts.

[Yeah right.]

[tidaldrum]

[The Happiny pulls at its curly hair -- she doesn't want anyone to touch it!]

If girls are anything like you, then I'm sure they'll be fine. [Plus all the ladies he's met on his journey weren't weak-hearted. Really.]

[goldenlyre]

[Oh, no, it's okay, she'll pat behind Haphap's curl. There. Sprouty's gonna lean down to say hello too.]

There's all kind of girls. And I'm taking that as a compliment.

[tidaldrum]

[Oh, okay! See, she doesn't really like her hair, and even her trainer said it looked kind of dumb, s-so...]

I'm saying they've all got hearts of freezing cold iron.

[goldenlyre]

[Sweetie please, look at Ethan.

He wouldn't know nice hair if it was styled onto him.]

Then all guys have overbearingly large egos and no regard for other's feelings! [Nyeh. Sticking out her tongue and everything.]

[tidaldrum]

[He has nice hair!]

Describes all the guys I know personally perfectly.

[Falkner, Silver, Blue...]

[goldenlyre]

[Good joke.]

Irwin's nothing like that.

[tidaldrum]

Who?

[Sorry, he doesn't have that guy's number. Turned it down.]

[goldenlyre]

That Juggler by the National Park! You know, the guy who always cheers you on. He's so wonderful! Whenever I'm feeling the least bit down, I give him a ring and I feel all better!

[Yes, there is even a tiny sigh of happiness. Might have a crush. Yeah.]

[tidaldrum]

Oh, I refused giving him my number. [Heh.] I'm only interested in trading numbers with strong trainers - like Gym Leaders - and girls.

[goldenlyre]

No wonder you're always so sour.

[tidaldrum]

I am not.

[goldenlyre]

[She's gonna pull at your cheeks, Ethan.]

Yes you are! Look at that face of yours, Ethy, and tell me you're not sour!

[tidaldrum]

[No!!!]

I can't look at my own face!

[goldenlyre]

[Yes!!]

You should try harder! Don't you have a mirror, you vain boy? I thought you'd want to look at yourself more often!

[tidaldrum]

[WELL YES HE DOES HAVE A MIRROR




BUT HE ISN'T GOING TO CONFESS THAT TO LYRA.]

Shut up! I'm not sour, anyway! Not compared to half the people I've met!

[goldenlyre]

Maybe we should give out his number to everyone, then. I'm sure he'd love to have a lot of people to talk to.