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]

[(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.

[tidaldrum]

[BING.]

That might be the best idea you've ever had, my dear Lyra!

[goldenlyre]

I have plenty of amazing ideas, but thanks! Starting with you! Give me your Gear!

[She'll tackle him. Don't think she won't manhandle him into this, size difference aside.]

[tidaldrum]

[nOO SHE WILL NOT GET IT]

Not me! Someone else! Don't touch my Gear, Lyra, I swear to god --

[goldenlyre]

[Nabbed it!!!

Nope running to hide behind Ferafera.]

Protect me, big guy, and I'll give you a bellyful of scratches. [Just until she sticks Irwin's number in, anyway.]

[tidaldrum]

[getting up!! and in front of his feraligatr --] Step aside!

[...But you really do need more friends, Ethan, and Irwin's pretty nice...]

...Et tu, Ferafera?

[goldenlyre]

[Good boy! There. You can have your Gear back, Ethan.]

Don't look so sour, Ethan, you'll thank me later. Thanks, Ferafera. Your reward! [Come here you big gatordile get your loving pets and scratches.

Sprouty doesn't feel sorry for Ethan though. She's right. You need more friends. And Irwin's pretty great. If a little friendly.]