hot sauce hurricane, alyssa

[lurker2]

She was waiting ... and waiting ... and waiting. She checked the time. I knew I shouldn't have come early. The woman thought with a bit of frown. Maybe she was a bit too excited, and maybe a tad fidgety. It wasn't every day when one meets up with one of Nox's Regional Leaders after all. Not with how things were, even if things were (at the moment) calm. Then again, traveling between different regions was a lot different than traveling around one region. It took time and the lag can be a bit tiring.

She yawned again. Waiting was boring. If only she had some sort of little game system with her to keep her little head bus-- oh hey was that Iris running around again? "Hmm." She stared at them, the child's frame and hair color were similar, but that was were the similarities ended. This child looks a bit more ... tame in comparison. She grinned to herself at that, clearly remembering how Iris was. The young gym leader was as wild as she was a powerful pokemon trainer.

It did remind her how she hadn't seen them around here yet. Sure, she had heard about some shifty things - It was hard not to with the way the city was. The technology that the city was built on can be a bit overwhelming and unnerving to a new visitor. It wouldn't be too surprising for the town to be able to defend itself, if need be. The dragons the town was built on were powerful. Technology was powerful. It wasn't too difficult to put two and two together. It made the city one of the very important places for either of the groups to capture.

She stretched. Pulling her arms back, she grasped her hands together and heard a few popping noises in her back. The sounds continued, now from her arms, as she stretched her arms, one at a time. "Mhm." She hummed contentedly, as she finished up by cracking her knuckles. "Much better." The pokemon professor wanted to distract herself from those nasty thoughts, even if just for a little while.

[alyssa]

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[lurker2]

The pokemon professor whirled around upon hearing her name. It must have been the gal she'f been waiting for, the infamous hoenn leader of nox, Alyssa Akiyama. She blinked, not quite responding at fist since, well, she looked so cute! Now she didn't quite hear that! If she were any closer, the dear professor wasn't quite sure whether to give her a hug or a pat on the head. (Then again, the woman was just a few years her junior! Who would like those sorts of things at their age!)

Instead she gave a casual wave of a hand, "you're actually an hour early." The pokemon professor grinned playfully. "Rumors really don't do you any justice." She commented idly, "here I was waiting for another wild child hellfire." A wandering set of eyes trailed over the snowy haired woman casually (not at all mock lecherously, arceus no! She was an esteemed professor after all! She couldn't risk such a scandal over a jest!)

"Then again, I probably shouldn't get on your bad side." She chuckled lightly, pulling her eyes away to look at the city. The metallic shine of the buildings around them was unnatural, the construct of Man.

Remembering her manners, she held out a hand. "Let's formally introduce ourselves to one another, shall we?" Although her tone was light hearted, as was most of her speech, there was something about the way she had spoke that seemed to press on forward, as if wanting to get rid of all these formalities. Perhaps it was because it was a bit redundant since they already knew each others names. "It's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Aurea Juniper. Most know me as Professor Juniper." It was rushed, yes, but it did hold a touch of grace to it, as difficult as it must be.

She waited for Alyssa to decide to shake her hand and introduce herself before speaking once more, "How do you like Isshu so far?"



notes: lol it's all good. Look how rushed mine is. c8;;

[alyssa]

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[lurker2]

Aurea was glad that Alyssa was more at ease. There was really no reason (in her mind) to be nervous. They were two full grown women, not children. It didn't appear to matter to her that she was a infamous professor of the Isshu region. At their age, they should be on even footing for greetings. Alyssa even held quite the rank!

"Mhm ~ " The professor tapped her chin lightly as if in thought. Her, erm, sources weren't exactly reliable. It was more like hearing about the disaster in olivine. The person who had torn down the lighthouse was no other than the woman before her. It was sort of from that rumor she'd come up with the whole phrase. They had to be some sort of hellion cat to breakdown the old monument without regrets. "Well," She began, deciding to choose her words carefully. "There are just things a professor knows!" She gave the ivory haired a light pat on the back. "Don't think on it too much!" She laughed heartily.

Once her laughter subsided (which was actually rather quick) she placed her hands on her hips. "We should get you started on learning all there is to know about Isshu." She reached in side her coat and pulled out a pokeball. The translucent red and white shine was the same as it was in the other regions. She clicked the button and held it in such a way so the bottom half of the pokeball fell to open. A stream of light came forth. "This is Minccino." She introduced as the light began to form into the pokemon once held within the confines of the pokeball. The ears were first to show and he shook the rest of the light off him. The theatrics of the pokeball's invention was annoying to the little bugger. "He's a normal type pokemon." "Minccino!" He called, looking somewhat confused.

Oh, right, she'd forgotten to tell her pokemon about this little meeting, whoops.

At least he didn't run back towards her. The chinchilla pokemon was far too proud to do something silly as that. But, he did look up at Alyssa, staring at her curiously. There was no other pokemon around, and he was not at their home. Aurea had better pokemon suited for this thing, he judged. But, his trainer appeared to have thought otherwise. "Go on." She pressed him.

"There's three different starters here that I usually give away to new trainers." Juniper continued, but she wasn't going to let them out just yet. Not until she got Alyssa's response to the poke!maid. If she was right. There was bound to be some fun.

[alyssa]

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[lurker2]

She cracked a grin. The professor knew that Miniccino would be a favorite. It seemed to be popular among many of the trainers in Isshu. Most of those who had one did not take pokemon battling seriously, nevertheless they were quite favored. The woman chuckled lightly as Alyssa squealed. Now, that's what she was expecting. It didn't matter how old one was to make such a noise and gush over something.

The pokemon professor watched as Alyssa attempted to lure Miniccino towards herself. The grey pokemon, looked to his trainer, who nodded and urged him on, before walking towards her. The pokemon sniffed her fingers lightly, and licked them. "Oh, I don't think you would have to worry about him thinking about that." The professor commented idly. "He's a tad confused that there's nothing to clean." She joked. It was the reason why she kept him on her team after all. A personal maid to clean up after her. "Mi!" The chinchilla pokemon wanted to disagree. He wasn't like the younger pokemon tucked on the professor's belt. He was far more cooler, tougher experienced then they were.

Plus, this wasn't the first time that she had taken him out for this sort of thing, even if he did not fully understand why she did so. To Juniper, the pokemon made the perfect Isshu pokemon to start off with because he was calm and well mannered. No matter how much they were pestered, it was guaranteed that Miniccino wouldn't snap. She didn't have to worry about that with Alyssa, but, haha. Aurea wanted to lead her in to their pokemon a little slowly. She waited for Alyssa to ease away from Miniccino before introducing the others and to the rest of the Isshu.

[alyssa]

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[lurker2]

"A little." Aurea admitted, chuckling a bit.

But she didn't let Miniccino back into his pokeball. Instead, she made a clicking sound with her tongue, and the pokemon quickly reacted. He jumped on the professor's arm before leaping again to rest on her shoulder. "Heh. Shall we?" She said, looking to the grey pokemon. "Mini!" They chimed in response.

In it hands, a pokeball was revealed. He'd nagged it from her belt as he climbed up her coat. She pulled the other two from her coat. Pressing the button once for it to expand in her hands, before letting the capsule open and release the pokemon inside. Quickly after the two beams of light were finished, she pocketed the two pokeballs and Miniccino dropped the one he carried into her hand. It looked almost effortless how the smoothly the transition went. Within seconds, the three isshu starter pokemon were out of their pokeballs, all staring at Alyssa expectantly. They looked at her and then back to the professor. It was clear by their expressions that they were confused as well. "Now, now. She's not your new trainer." They blinked as if asking for more of an explanation. She waved it off, ignoring them for now.

"This one here is Snivy. The grass type. They're a grass snake pokemon." The pokemon puffed up their chest in response. Even though they were still a tad confused, they were easily complying to her intros. They really had a sporadic trainer. "Right beside them is Teipig. Our fire type. They're a fire pig. Now, don't be making any jokes about that. I hear they have fried chicken on your side." She winked. Teipig, however, didn't seem to appreciate the joke, sending short puff of smoke towards her that Miniccino easily took care of. "And the last one is Oshawott. Water type. Sea otter." Unlike the other two, this one was still on their bottom, looking at their surroundings. They did manage to wave when called on though.

[alyssa]

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[lurker2]

"Why thank you."

Aurea grinned. It was always nice to hear stuff like that, even if she wasn't really the one taking care of them all the time. That's what assistants were for, right? But they were good kids, the starters. Each one of them were ready to be given away, but they never left her side. They all had little quirks that pulled them away from potential trainers.

"Treeko, huh?"

Snivy snorted. The grass snake was far better than whatever pokemon the frosty haired woman was talking about. (Nevermind that he never seen just what a "Treeko" looked like.) Seeing this, Juniper chuckled lightly. Of course, she hadn't taken offense to the comment like snivy had.

"Heh. Perhaps it is because they are known for their pride."

Now, Tsutarja nodded in agreement. Their arms were folded protectively. The pokemon didn't quite seem to read the professor's tone. She wasn't saying it only because it was fact, but because of the pokemon's display.

"I've heard that Treeko can be the same way, but I haven't visited Birch in so long."

She sighed dramatically, pressing a hand to her face as if reminiscing her time over in the other region. (It wasn't much. Just the other professor and wherever Daigo was taying at the moment.) All of her pokemon seemed used to this, even Minccino rolled his eyes at her dramatics, before leaping off her shoulder.

"Now then. Shall we move on?"

Just as smoothly as she had called them out, she pulled each of her pokemon into her pokeballs. They happily obliged, not willing to be out for too long. They knew the danger their trainer would be in, and, while she was experienced, they would not be enough to stand up against an experienced trainer.

"Or am I moving too fast?"

Her hands were still on her belt as she said that, clutching onto the pokeballs she was about to return.

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[lurker2]

it seemed that minccino was not going to return to his pokeball. the grey chinchilla was, well, chilling on her shoulder as the professor spoke. it was intrigued. besides, there wasn't any danger having the pokemon flutter around while neither nox nor lux were prominent groups in isshu (at least at the moment).

"mhm ~ maybe after the history lesson, i could see him?" in truth, she wanted to skim over this part because she never found it too particularly interesting. yes, starters were rare. but perhaps it was the fact that she constantly took care of three that made them less appealing? besides, opelucid city was a big place. there was lots of things to see and to fight for. that's what they were here for right? not comparing pokemon - as much as she rather do that than discuss war.

isshu was going to be dragged into this war, so it was best to pick a side and support it fully. neutrality will only cause more destruction in the end, as much as she wanted to avoid the war. she cleared her throat. "well then, let's get started, shall we?" she signaled for alyssa to follow her.

"you already know this, but the city we're in is opelucid, famous for mixing the past and future together." she looked at the mechanical houses, their doors don't open as regular ones do. instead, they were far more like the pokemon center's sliding open. "dragons -especially the ones from our legend- are famous here." she smiled. "another name for the town actually means azure dragon or two dragons." minccino shifted his position on her shoulder, she was wobbling too much for comfort. "but, other than the legend, i guess it could be from the two gym leaders that live here. both dragon type users." as a trainer, she wouldn't be too surprised if alyssa had been secretly wanting her to talk about that. although, her silence could have meant she already faced them? if so, she was a bit behind then. tut, tut, we might actually have some free time.

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[lurker2]

“Of course.” She could remember those stories her father had told her about the twin dragons when she was little – Ah, and now she was getting ahead of herself. She missed what Alyssa was talking about, whoops.

The professor scratched her chin, pretending to think about what Alyssa had said. Rather, she was scrambling to remember what they were talking about. It was about dragons and their history – keep focus! Maybe stick with dragons and the gym leaders. Alyssa looked like one of those experienced trainer types, she probably was more interested in all that.

“It’s not something I’d normally bring up with him, so wouldn’t know.” She finally answered. Truthfully, the main reason she’d ever talk to Drayden was to talk about the past. The origin of the legend was far more interesting in her opinion. Not that she didn’t care for the old man, but it was her after all. There was something that were easy to get caught up on, especially when it involved history. “Personal questions are rather personal, you know?” Was that the right answer? It worked in her mind, although it didn’t seem to work for others. “Maybe if they’re around we can ask.”

“Buuuut, I think you got it all down.” She looped her arm around Alyssa’s ignoring any protests. “To celebrate, why don’t we learn about the people?”

And with that, they headed off to the nearest club.

Thread End.