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Welcome/Welcome back, you crazy diamonds!

[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!]

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[So... A Magikarp, a Milotic, and a Seadra. Lyra doesn't even hesitate--

And picks the Magikarp!

Ooooh, what a darling you're going to be! The other two balls disappear, but she hardly notices as she peers into the ball at the jolly-looking fish.]

I guess I'll call him-- Oh, no, her Fishy. It's nice to meet you, Fishy! I promise I won't eat you! Oh, you've gotta meet Sprouty too I guess, but let's do that later when we're near some water!

[But why would you ever pick a Magikarp over those powerful Pokémon!! What a dumb girl. Her Meganium peers at the ball too, clearly confused at her choice, and sighs.]

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[Her own... Pokémon?

Blue studies the three Pokéballs. There's a female Nidoran, a Bulbasaur, and an Ekans. She's seen them before (she thinks she has? it feels like a far-off memory) and they're all so cute... And they all really, really need a great trainer...

She huffs. This is!! So hard!!]

How am I supposed to choose...!

[Looks like this little ten year old needs a little counseling.]

[Oh boy, a Pokémon! She can pick a new partner! She-

...What the heck are these? How is she supposed to pick when she can't even tell what they are? Alright Pokédex, help her... out...

ERROR

Great.] Now what, Quilava?

[In stark contrast to all of the above?

Ethan is walking away from these Pokéballs. He has his Feraligatr - who's thumping right after him, tail swinging from side to side nonchalantly - he really doesn't need anyone else. Ferafera was strong (he was strong) so to pick up another Pokémon...

Not really in his plans. He'd been forced to take a Charmander from Professor Oak, and that strange stone guy gave him a Treecko. He could handle having those two in addition to his Feraligatr, but absolutely no more --

Except, well.

The Pokéballs? Kind of going after him. They're rolling right along, because as it turns out...

The three Pokémon really, really want to get chosen by him.

So, yes. There's one jerktag being chased by three little Pokéballs. Make what you will of that.]

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[ > porygon

And the other two choices are-

> porygon

...Maybe you should-

> porygon

Alrighty then.]

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[....what a bizarre compulsion.

Mewtwo has no explanation for why he's crouching down, blinking at a trio of Pokeballs, then reaching out to tentatively pick one up, nor for why he only chose to grab one. He does have an explanation for why he takes it with him, though - there's no trainer in sight, which means this Pokemon is likely abandoned.

He presses the button, and takes a cautious step back when he sees what emerges. After a moment, though, it's clear that the strange Pokemon has no ill will. In fact...

...Mewtwo leaves the Pokeball where he found it. He doesn't object to his new tagalong, but he doesn't pay it any attention as it floats along behind him. There's a trail he needs to find again before it goes cold.

[yes, that is a Mewtwo. And yes, it is analyzing these Pokeballs with some amount of trepidation.

She frowns, and lifts a ball with her telekineses]

... As if I would want to control one of my own kind.

[she places the ball on the ground, and begins floating away... only for it to spontaneously open up and reveal itself to be a Riolu. Its eyes light up and it runs towards her excitedly

Mewtwo quickly registers its presence, and turns to the small Pokemon]

... Um. I'm sorry, there's a mistake. I didn't choose you. Please, run and be free, my friend.

[the Riolu only smiles brightly, and runs up to hug Mewtwo's leg. Her eyes widen and she frowns... not sure of what to do about this]

Ooh baby baby~!

[Miror B. is absolutely delighted to see the three Pokeballs at his feet. Three whole new critters, ready to be the foundation of a new Miror B.! The greedy grin on his face stretches so wide. He scoffs at the note, tossing it aside.]

Just one? Yeah right, suckers - I jive to a different tune!

[He leans over with a series of dramatic dance movements to pick his first Pokeball.

Of course it's the one which has a Ludicolo.]

Welcome to the team, darling! [He says with a shake of the hips, which the Ludicolo eagerly mimics.] Let's make some beautiful music together. Fuhohohoh! Now what else do we have here...?

[But, poof! The other pokeballs are gone already. He gives an annoyed scowl.]

Oh no, no, no! My groove, it's been killed! [He says with some wobbling motion before pressing a hand to his chest and allowing himself to collapse over backwards in defeat. The Ludicolo is quick to follow, with a perfect imitation.

Later on, he'll be moonwalking all over the beach - trying to find some sorry saps to hoodwink to make up for missing out on extra pokemon.]

[Ting Ting Ting Ting-

That's the sound of a baby antimatter ghost poking pokeballs with its tendrils.

These three, to be exact:

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)) ((

))]

We would like to free you! We don't not remember how to though... we are trying! If only we could find Trainer, she could help!

[That weird triplicated voice you just heard? This little creature. He may be a legendary, but his only mastered extrodinary power is speech. Not pokeballs. Come help?]

[Hey, what's the big idea?

...Is what he might have said if he wasn't busy being completly captivated.

Fossil Pokémon. Rare ones. He's only heard of them in passing from his dad and in books, but here they are, right in front of him...!

But which does he choose? Just look at them! Dad would be so proud of him if he brought one of these home or even just learned about it!]

[Well, have a girl who looks a lot like Serena - except for those Bunnelby ears, sticking out of her hat. She's already picked up one of the balls - and is grinning at her Torchic. Pressing the button, out comes...

A Furfrou, who lets out a sniff before turning away.]
Hey, wait a second... this doesn't feel like Kalos. Th'air feels... different.
[So she stands, looking concerned, as her Torchic and Furfrou stay near her - the Torchic climbing into her arms, and the Furfrou lets out a huff, before laying down.]

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[uh...]

[...He's pretty sure that these are not his fellow Smash fighters crammed into pokeballs, but he can't help but stare at these pokeballs anyway. He has a special strategy for the three Pokemon he already has, so what would be the point of taking any of these guys? What would he even call their final move, "Quadruple Finish"? That doesn't seem to have as nice of a ring to it...]

[He has no idea what is happening, but that is okay, because there are a lot of people around and they seem to be ~~(mostly)~~ having fun.

It doesn't take him any time at all to pick one ball ~~(maybe he chose at random)~~. Hello, little pink Frillish.]

I am Emmet. I like Pokemon. I am sure we will be verrry good friends!

[Why would a Pokémon be offered another Pokémon? Or, well, maybe this old fox doesn't count, since she's a ghost. Not even ghost type, just straight up ghost...

And, well...

]

That is a difficult choice.

[The whole thing is an odd circumstance, sure, but it's nice that he's at least offered a Pokemon to take with him. Or three, if he snatches the other two quickly enough. No point in letting the others go to waste, after all. He can sell them for quick cash for a train ticket out of here and then-

Oh, the other pokeballs disappeared. Someone's evil-proofed the system. That's fine, he can easily find money through other means, thanks to his new...Purrloin? Maybe he should have grabbed the Umbreon first...]

[Well this is odd. One minute she was at the Battle Pike preparing to face a trainer (finally) and the next she was here...wherever here was. Not that she was worried. Seviper was with her as always, and the rest of her team was here as well. No, what she was worried about was deciding to pick just one.

(

)

It didn't help that she'd never actually seen any of these Pokémon before.]

......

[Urk...this might take a while. At least her Seviper is patient...]

[Don't mind the girl in the muffin hat over here--she's already looked down at the balls and picked one randomly. To her surprise (and utter dissappointment), what popped out was a Remoraid. to say the least, she wasn't too pleased.

...Until the little fishy decided to show it's stuff by using Flamethrower in the air. Don't. Mind the slightly startled reaction coming from over there--]

Mother of Ho-Oh--!! How in the heck did ya do that?!

[The Remoraid does the full body equivalent of a shrug. He don't know, man, he's just going with it. See, he'll even do it again! ...And again. And...well, for as long as he has PP for it, do enjoy the flames up in the air there, and a fire loving Lyra trying not to squeal in delight.]

[You know, suddenly finding yourself in some place you weren't previously is never a good sign. The Team Magma Grunt looks around warily for a moment before finally noticing the Pokéballs. Well. There's really only one option here, isn't there?

He reaches for the middle one and presses the button, grinning delightedly as a small red bird pops out.]

Ah, how cute!

[He crouches down to examine the bird closely, smiling slightly. He doesn't seem like a very threatening villainous team member.]

I don't think I've seen any of your kind before. What are you?

[As if in answer, the bird chirps its name. Landry taps a finger to his chin in thought.]

Maybe I should name you Fletch? That seems kind of cliche. Hmm...

[Someone might want to keep him from naming the poor thing "Fletchy".]

[A Growlithe, a Herdier, and a Fu what the heck is that.
This is not a situation Cress really wanted to be in a second time. No thank you, Island, he already has three extremely excitable Lillipups on leashes, he doesn't need ANOTHER puppydog right now!

...or so he thought, as he was making a valiant effort to calm his companions down, so he didn't pay attention as two of the balls vanished of their own accord. But then the remaining Furfrou decides to make itself useful by taking one of those leads in its mouth for him.]

"..."

"..."

"...thank you?"

Excuse me--pardon me--coooooming through, sorry!

[Serena may be zipping past you or coming your way--which ever it is, she's practically spewing those lines left and right to any unfortunate passersby. Roller skates are amazing for that. Look, she really is sorry, but--]

Yanma, stop going through everyone--you're being completely unfair!

[...Yes, she is quite literally racing against her newest team mate. Or rather, playing a form of racing tag. It's totally the mature thing to do, what are you talking about?

...Feel free to stop her, it could get rather ugly.]

[A Bulbasaur, Charmander, or Squirtle of all things, really? Green doesn't really need any more Pokemon, but maybe he'll take one and just pass it on to his grandfather later. Or, if any young and impressionable Trainers want to try battling him, he might be up for a quick fight. He's got lots of time, after all.]

Hey, you.

[ Blue is walking around, holding a sleeping Spritzee in her arms and a Jigglypuff treading next to her.

She is really doing nothing in particular, just taking a stroll in this new place she doesn't even know she went to. ...Except the sweet sweet scent of Spritzee is now spread around the area... It's unfortunately very strong. Think of your grandma's perfume times ten. And Blue doesn't seem to be planning to stop spreading it.

She doesn't even look bothered by the smell. In fact, she looks as if she is having lots of fun.. ]

[ As a juggler by trade, Irwin doesn't see the Pokeballs as some metaphor of "a new beginning" on the island, or anything like that. He just wants to juggle with them. Nothing less, and nothing more. A bit simpleminded, yes, but fitting for him.

...of course, he can't say he expected the Pokemon inside to pretty much force its way out as soon as he picked up the ball to test its weight in his hands. Definitely not, judging from his undignified squawk. He doesn't even notice the other two balls have disappeared -- he's a little too preoccupied with the suddenly very friendly young Natu that's already found a comfortable place in his hair. ] --Ah? [ His attempts to crane his head back to take a peek at the tiny bird only make him look ridiculous as Natu purposefully (and carefully) shifts away.

...it's not too late to turn away if you don't want to make eye contact with him... ]

[ Flabébé, Swirlix and Klefki.

what

she recognized none of these pokémon. should she just choose one randomly? they all look so cute how can she just pick one!? but then what would happen to the others?? is she even allowed to have a pokémon???

Don't mind this odd pink-haired girl looking like she's making the most important decision on the planet. ]

[Penelope - or Penny, if you're like the censors - had already made her choice. She stands tall, a young Dedenne on her back.]
If this is what I must do...
[What Penny thinks she's doing, however, is finding the trainer of this Pokemon. Those Pokeballs were left out, after all! And she'd not take the role of mother well.

So! There is a Sylveon in front of you, or perhaps to your side, trying to tug on you with her ribbons.]

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