“They call me Poke!”
You are worried about meeting with Professor Poke. But you are eager to start your adventure and a free Pokémon would be a perfect, and essential, jump start.
The town is much larger then you thought. You are worn out by the time you get to the picturesque country laboratory. You knock, when there is no answer you barge in. You pass a library and a living room, nothing useful. Then you find a large computer research room and the Prof is there. He knows your name and he asks what you are doing there. You explain that you are on a Pokémon quest. You try to use the overly positive bullshit language that these people seem to relish. By the time you get to the part where you are asking for a free Pokémon the Prof cuts you off with a crappy look on his face. He states that firstly you are too old to start now and secondly it is not the right time of year for the ‘starters’ to be gifted to the deserving youngsters of the town.
You resort to the native phrasings of your home world and hint, none to subtly, that maybe his little country gentleman estate would not be standing if it were not for the forbearance of the townspeople. When you notice that his expression quickly changes to horror you switch back to bullshit with a declaration about becoming the greatest trainer or something.
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See if you can at least get some pokeballs OR Fuck that, Steal a pokemon!
See if you can at least get some pokeballs
Fuck that, Steal a Pokemon
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