Long ago, the region of Orre was a place of untold danger, where two groups: Cipher and Snagem, wished to rule the region through the power of shadow pokemon. Pokemon who's hearts had been closed and were used as machines to fight rather than as partners to the trainers who caught them. These groups were defeated by courageous young trainers who wished to free pokemon from these fates and restore peace back to Orre. That peace has lasted many years and perhaps has done more bad than good for the region of Orre. With so much peach, how will the region react to the rumors of Cipher returning once again? The peace has been a blessing indeed, but with peace always springs a new enemy that wishese to destroy it once again. Which side shall you choose in this endless struggle between peace and chaos?
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"Stories of imagination seem to upset those without one." - Terry Pratchett
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Neutral Male Demisexual Twenty-three years old
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just because everything's changing
Some amount of words for @bianca --
The convention was larger than Alastair thought. Hell, he even felt out of place. Despite the fact that he was just as qualified as anyone to be there, he couldn't help but feel his clothing wasn't appropriate. He probably looked like some weary traveler that had wandered in by accident, but he had tried to get a little dressed up for the occasion. The convention was just like any other: a gathering so people could talk about their research. It was good fun for those interested in it. Alastair had already gathered some more data on his own research. Mostly into how Pokemon respond to humans in various ways, using his own team for the experiments. He would have to expand the study at some point, but sadly, not many people were interested in debunking rumors like him. It was rather sad. So he had to do some research that was... what was the word? Respected?
Sure, he was slightly bitter. One day, though, he would be a respected researcher... today was just not that day and the time was not then. He would have to be patient. For now he could easily learn everything he needed to. That was why he was sitting there at one of the only empty-ish tables in the whole convention chamber, looking over some of the research papers. He adjusted his reading glasses a bit and rubbed his eyes. Perhaps coming here after a long ride from the port was not a good idea. He already had four cups of coffee in his system and he was taking in a fifth, and probably a sixth at some point.
He put down the green glitter pen he was writing on the research papers with and sipped at his coffee. He wanted someone to talk to about this but... he gave a side-ways look at the people walking around in lab coats. Nah, they wouldn't talk to him seriously. Those guys probably had PhD's or M.D.'s. Alastair had a masters in his field but... honestly? he didn't feel like they would talk to him because... oh right he was in a T-shirt and his usual jacket and torn up cargo pants with many pockets and combat boots. He also probably smelled like horse despite the forty showers he took at his provided hotel room before this.
Oh well their loss. They just wouldn't get the pleasure of his amazing personality. He chuckled a little at the thought and put the coffee down. He looked over the spread out papers. Yeah, there was a lot of reading to do. But that didn't stifle his desire for some company... but bringing his Pokemon out here would be disastrous. August would set the place on fire, Monday would bite someone on the ass, Potato would... run off and give Alastair a heart attack and Leap would... just float there. Or go hide someplace. Who knew.
when i'm in[break]my resting place[break]i'll look on[break]my mother's face
This was the first time Bianca had ever been to a convention. They always seemed to happen when she was too far away and by the time she got close they were already over. For once it happened when she was somewhere nearby and oh boy was she down right ecstatic, even if she was a little bit on the late side. At least until she actually walked into the convention hall. [break][break] Bianca stood out like a sore thumb, most of them probably didn't even realize she was a researcher which would explain the few people she tried to talk to brushing her off as quickly as they did. She kept trying too and while a few people seemed to take pity on her and would talk a little while it seemed like the moment she brought up one of the subjects she was looking into, the pokemon demographic of the Orre region, they just half assed the rest of the talk and wondered off as soon as they could. It was starting to become rather disheartening. She was more than willing to talk with them, even asked a couple what they were working on but kept getting told she wouldn't understand. [break][break] It probably didn't help she was on the short side and very baby-faced, a lot of people took her for still being in her teens when she was already twenty five. With a heavy sigh Bianca began to drift towards less crowded area's and figured she'd spend more time looking around at things that didn't need people interaction for a little while. [break][break] As she got farther form the crowd she happened to spot someone who wasn't in a lab coat, but seemed to have quite a few papers laying around. Had the miracle happened? Did she find someone who didn't spend all their time in a lab too? Or at least someone that was a little more casual than everyone else she'd spoken to today. Bianca would just have to find out. [break][break] She approached the nearly empty table and asked, "Mind if I sit here?" [break] Alastair Rome
"Stories of imagination seem to upset those without one." - Terry Pratchett
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Neutral Male Demisexual Twenty-three years old
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Played By Dew
just because everything's changing
Some amount of words for @bianca --
He had picked the pen back up and got back to making notes, also correcting small grammatical errors that somehow got through the editing process. There were stray commas everywhere. He blamed the English minor side of him for being so picky. While he scanned over the papers, he kept feeling... a little left out? He was qualified, but he didn't have the look. Wasn't someone supposed to stop caring about how they look when they got a PhD? Maybe. Alastair tapped the pen against the paper and drew a crude picture of a Ponyta near the corner.
The paper was interesting just... too wordy. They weren't concise at all. There were, what? five more pages before the beef of what the authors wanted to talk about? Alastair flipped through it before biting his lip. Uuugh, this was so-
He looked up when a young woman spoke to him. Alastair stared at her and then smiled brightly. "Sure!" he put the paper down and his pen, moving some of the papers around to give her a clear space on the other side. "Sorry for the mess." Now why was she here? Was she a researcher? Or... just a visitor? Well, Alastair certainly didn't have the researching look down himself so who was he to judge? He finished moving the papers and sat back, pushing his glasses up to the top of his head, pushing the bangs out of his face. He studied her for a few seconds before giving a timid smile. "So you here for the convention?" he asked. He prayed she was, that would mean it was someone he could have a meaningful conversation with. Well, who knew why she was here, but if she was here for it then that was good enough. Someone with an interest in science and the process. Who knows, maybe this was his chance to make a friend.
when i'm in[break]my resting place[break]i'll look on[break]my mother's face
She seemed to have caught him off guard but the woman couldn't have smiled brighter when he gave her permission to sit. It'd be nice to be with someone who at least looked like her even if he turned out to not quite be in the same boat she was in. The again most weren't in her boat. [break][[break] "Don't worry about it, papers never stay in stacks for long" Bianca chuckled and settled into a seat. She was used to papers being all over the place, her own were only navigable by the fact that she used differently colored tabs on the side to signify different things. "Yup! Though its not everything they've been cracked up to be so far." she told him as she set her things down either under her chair or on the table in front of her. [break][break] Bianca took a moment to look out over the crowd before continuing. "Are most conventions like this? This is the first one I've managed to get to on time. Usually too busy with something to make it to them." she gave him a nervous smile. The woman was almost always in the middle of pursuing something or had just found something interesting she could wrap up fast enough to make it. She was starting to think that perhaps that was for the better anyway. "Guessing you're here for the convention to?" [break] Alastair Rome
"Stories of imagination seem to upset those without one." - Terry Pratchett
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Neutral Male Demisexual Twenty-three years old
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Played By Dew
just because everything's changing
Some amount of words for @bianca --
Wasn't that the truth? He had to chuckle a bit at the statement about the papers. Oh, he remembered his final exams right before graduation. All of them research oriented. It was something, that was for sure. Honestly, he had papers stabled to the walls he ran out of so much room. But that was what was fun. The work was hard, sure, but in the end he could smile at what he had done. That was the best feeling, to him at least. Still, he began to stack the ones he was done with, just or be a little organized. Most would be surprised, but Alastair couldn't live in a mess. He required order and precision in his life. Yet his order seemed to be a sort of organized chaos to those that looked at it, but he knew where everything was. It was best not to touch his stuff if anyone visited a place he could even call a 'permanent' home.
"Tell me about it," he said slightly under his breath. He leaned back into his chair and glanced out over the crowd of lab-coat wearing... no that wasn't nice. He would say lab-coat wearing rats instead. But that would be an insult to lab rats everywhere. "Usually. You have the cliques gather and dismiss other papers just because they want to be right. Huuuuge case on confirmation bias. You can almost smell it." Or maybe that was the buffet from another part of the... what was this place even classified as? Tower? Hotel-casino-hybrid? Who knew.
He gave a sigh and nodded at her next question. He had been excited but... "Only reason I'm here for this one is because I was in the area, more or less. On my way to that ship out in the middle of the desert. Decided to stop and see what the commotion was about." Alright, so Alastair was bitter. He would not deny it. But he had good reason to be! Just because he was working towards becoming a true Pokemon professor did not mean he wasn't qualified to talk to others about their studies. He gave the girl another careful look over. She came here for the convention and not many people on the street decided to just head on in and see what was going on... so he decided to go for it. "What research are you interested in?" he asked, giving a smile. He really wanted to know. And if she was a researcher, then that was just someone he could talk to here.
when i'm in[break]my resting place[break]i'll look on[break]my mother's face
"I thought people left that stuff behind in high school?" Bianca blurted out, she hadn't actually stayed in high school that long. Unlike most Bianca worked day and night and even took extra night courses so that she could graduate early and get her college degree going as soon as possible. If things had panned out right she'd have gotten her career started early just like she wanted. She never even finished the degree officially. "I guess these aren't for every one then huh?" she smiled despite the comment, it seemed a true observation for the moment. [break][break] Bianca was already committing this to memory, while it wouldn't completely stop her from attending another convention like this she would certainly come more prepared for it to end the same way again. She wouldn't be caught off guard twice. She wasn't completely disheartened yet though, to be honest as long as she got a little something out of the experience she would consider it to be worthwhile. After all, she'd already found someone else to chat with and that was worthwhile right? Speaking of which, he was asking her a question wasn't he? [break][break] "Hm." she took a moment to decide how to answer, it was a difficult matter to explain well and she often found herself rambling on about it if she didn't find a way to say it shortly. "I guess you could say I'm looking into the pokemon demographics of Orre as well as the origins of the pokemon that inhabit the region. I've also been looking into pokemon that change types or receive a second typing when they evolve." she didn't mind sharing, it was just easier to give people the general overview and let them decide if they wanted to know more about what she was looking into or not on their own. Most brushed her off as a youngster using big words to try to sound smarter. [break][break] "If you don't mind me asking, what are you looking into?" [break] Alastair Rome sorry this one took so long
"Stories of imagination seem to upset those without one." - Terry Pratchett
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Played By Dew
just because everything's changing
Some amount of words for @bianca this took so long so sorry ;^;
He let out a loud laugh. "Oh, it never ends." It was... true. There were always the cliques and the squads. The popular clique, the nerd clique, the asshole squad, so on and so forth. Alastair had been an honorary member of the nerd clique. He held the title with pride and with a slight bit of 'I'm dead on the inside because I only studied'. It worked for him though. In some ways, he missed college. He wished he could go back, try more things, get more involved, but at the same time... he hated exams. And papers. Even though he wrote papers for a living now at least it was on his terms.
When she answered his questions, he smiled brightly. "That's awesome!" he said. There was no false hope or excitement in his voice. It was all there. He was interested and locked in. "How do you go about studying it? Do you mix it between a lab or field work or are you training Pokemon you think will change or...?"
He had to hold himself back when she asked her question. He blushed a bit and scratched his cheek. "Oh, uh," he said, "I study the bonds between trainers and Pokemon. I'm interested in seeing if the bond of Pokemon really affects their performance in battle and if the happiness can actually have an affect when any Pokemon involves. I mean, we know about Pokemon like Umbreon and Espeon, but would an unhappy Pokemon even evolve?" He chuckled. When he spoke about it, it sounded weird. Most people thought they knew a happy Pokemon as a better fighter but there was so much more going on with them than that!
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