The inside of the building felt… odd. The entrance led into an octagonal atrium (It was quite big for such a small exterior) which then split into three other doors. The door to the left had a handmade sign that read, “HOUSE.” The door to the right had nothing but an unmarked sign. The final door was scorched and burnt, with the ominous sign of “LAB (KEEP OUT)” etched into its surface.
Oak led me to the door labeled “HOUSE”, which opened into a nice sitting room. The coffee table in the middle seemed one of the only things not covered in copious amounts of books.
And, even better, a Pokémon was sitting in one of the swamped chairs.
Its yellow fur and rosy cheeks immediately identified it as a Pikachu. It held a small cup of what looked like coffee in its hand.
“Should they be having that?” I asked the professor
“Oh, he’ll be fine. He’s drunk so much of it that it has no effect on him anymore.” Oak said as waved to the Pikachu, and gestured at a cleared off bench, “Sit, sit. We have things to discuss,” and went off to what I assume was the kitchen. Eevee plopped themselves down on the bench, still whining.
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I walked over to one of the walls, which had a giant board full of notes pinned on it. They all said the same things: type discussions, new Pokémon moves, new abilities for Pokemon and whether or not they were ‘new.’
SOUND TYPE?
WHISMUR
EXPLOUD
LOUDRED
. . .
The list of ‘sound’ Pokémon went on. I was observing a note about Type Energy when Oak walked back in, carrying a mug of tea and a cup of coffee. “Now, a proper backstory. May you enlighten me on how…” He waved at my dirty clothes and Eevee’s messy fur, “This happened?” I gave him the rundown, which constituted Eevee nodding and barking when needed to add some flair to their bits.
“Well then, I assume your Eevee here wants to look for their past trainer.” He said. Eevee nodded excitedly, their dampened mood immediately drying up.
“Yeah, that’s exactly what we’re here for.” I responded to Oak.
“Well then, the only way you’ll make it out there is if you sign up for the Trainer Circuit. The gear trainers get is essential for this kind of… thing.” he said, waving his hand absentmindedly. “And take a shower, you reek. At least try to look presentable.”
It was only until I made it into the guest bedroom that I realized how foul I smelled.
Eevee was quick to remind me, though.
Should I make Discord?!?!
