OOC: Hey! Guess who finally dug herself out of studying?! ME! XD No seriously, I have numerous tests this week that needed some studying and a speech on manatees to write (*squee!* Manatees ROCK!)... but I shall finally make an opening post. >.> My apologies, Kogenta, for taking so long.
IC:
"Ah... I wish Mom and Dad could see me now," said a girl's voice. She sounded a bit somber, but not full-blown sad. Her voice also had a strange sound to it, a sort of tone that was only obtainable by members of the Pikachu and Raichu family of pokemon.
A small grunt was heard from her side, down near the ground. It was a small Pikachu, his fur ruffled and matted in some spots, dirt stains on his feet and bottom. It was clear that he was a wild pokemon, and he stood looking grumpy with his arms folded.
{I don't like this place Arin... there's too many weird people around. Too many people like you,} the Pikachu grumbled, shooting suspicious glances at passerby.
"Like me? Well then why aren't you shooting me a suspicious glare?" Arin spoke with a hint of hurt, as she was previously unaware of how her companion felt about morphs such as herself. Arin used to be a regular, content human girl, but when the mutation wave hit, she had ended up becoming part Raichu. It showed on her features; the tinted and slightly fuzzy skin, the large Raichu-like ears, the long tail that now bobbed curiously behind her, and the large, yellow cheeks. She had even, much to her dismay, gotten chubbier like a Raichu. Luckily her chestnut brown hair was still intact, along with the other parts of her body that didn't have some strange Raichu feature. Her clothes were tattered, a testament to where she lived; the forest.
The little Pikachu, Denki was his name, stared up at Arin with a frown, {You're you. You're not them!} he said, pointing to a rather hyper-looking Squirtle morph that went racing past them, spitting out water at a girl.
"Oh Denki... do me a favor and quit being prejudiced," Arin said, shaking her head slowly. She was looking around for where to register for the tournament she was to enter. She had been training for a time with her adoptive Pikachu family so that she would be ready for today. The tournament was all about getting back to normal, and was one of the reasons that Denki was in such a bad mood. Arin had lived in the forest with her Pikachu companions for some time now after the mutation wave had killed her parents. Denki had grown quite attached to the girl, and he knew that once she returned to her normal state, there would be no more living in the forest. He knew that she would go back to being a full human, and probably go catch poor pokemon such as himself and make them fight each other for fun. All humans were like that... selfish.
Denki looked up at his friend again, {I'm not prejudiced, I'm right.}
"Ugh... I give up," Arin said, talking about both things that were in her mind, "Where in the heck do I register?!"
{How about there?} Denki pointed, indicating a congregation of morphs and a receptionist desk.
"Oh," Arin replied sheepishly, "I- I saw that!"
Denki shivered a little, his yellow fur fluffing a bit, {Arin I'm outta here. There's too many of them around here! It's making me nervous so I'm gonna leave for a while. I'll check up on you later okay?} He waited patiently for her to respond.
She looked down at him with a nervous look, "Okay. Bye."
The Pikachu smiled, and got down on all fours to race off, {Watch yourself okay? I'd be really sad if I lost you.}
"Mm," was all Arin could manage, thinking about some of the morphs she would face. Surely there were others that were tougher than she. She had tried to work on her combat with rock and ground types, but her skills were still quite shaky in that area. She had a dagger, but that was hardly any use against rock pokemon. She had to use other abilities that Raichu can learn to try and overcome her weakness. She could do it... but it wasn't perfect.
She went up to the receptionist counter, Denki had already dashed off with his lightning-quick speed. After waiting a short time, the guy in front of her was finally done, "Excuse me, I'd like to register?" she asked when she got up to the receptionist.
The receptionist looked a bit tired and winded, and Arin could see why, she had been serving all of these morphs... some of them angry looking, some of the nervous, there was certainly a wide range of people here. The woman handed Arin some forms, and she filled them out quickly, wondering if "forest with Pikachu" was a good enough address. The woman took it though, and soon enough Arin was through registering.
'Now what to do? I wish Denki would come back. At least then I'd have someone to talk with...,' Arin thought to herself, looking at a couple morphs talking out of the corner of her eye by a drink machine. It looked to be a Milotic morph and an Umbreon morph.
"Maybe I'll just sit down somewhere," she said in a slightly nervous tone, trying not to look at the disturbingly creepy Houndoom morph that was some distance away. 'Houndoom probably eat Raichu... I'd better steer clear of that,' she thought quickly, inching the other way.
OOC: Whew! I hope that's all okay. You guys are all just standing around the same basic area, correct? *shrug*
