One Step Closer To Your Dream

[Elizabeth]

"You can always chase it,
Why should you live your life on a leash
One step closer to your dream
You can always chase it
I'm here and with yoooou!"

Giggling like a young child, Elizabeth Stokes had jumped onto her friend's back, her arms gently hooked around his neck to prevent herself from falling off. The male rolled his eyes, but a smile was spread across his lips nevertheless as he walked on, seemingly not bothered by the weight of his best friend on his back.

For a while.

"Okay Stokes, offa me." Greg spoke, smirking playfully as he began prying Liz's hands apart, so she would let go of him. The girl did, but obviously not because she wanted to. Breathing an extremely fake sigh, Liz crossed her arms, giving Greg a sideway glance.

"Killjoy."

"You'd stop calling me that."

"Super killjoy." the girl teased, poking her tongue out at her companion before speeding further down the path they were on. At the end of it would be Kantex Lab and the beginning of Liz's dream coming true. She was going to get a Pokémon today. Finally. It didn't take the female long to reach the Lab's front door, Greg levelling with her a few moments later. By the time he did, Liz had already rung the doorbell and knocked on the door, seemingly having trouble bouncing up and down with anticipation.

"Liz hun, did you take your meds this morning?" spoke the male, a playful smile curving his lips as he gently nudged his friend with his elbow. Liz rolled her eyes and returned Greg the favor.

"I'm just excited, you twit. Lemme have fun for a bit."

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The door opened without haste. So quickly in fact, the two didn't even notice untill a vioce was sounded. <Two huh? Been a very long time since we had two. What do you want huh?>

[Elizabeth]

Liz's giggles died down almost instantly, her eyes narrowing. Greg seemed to find the fact his friend shut up so quickly rather worrying, fiddling with his fingers almost scared, his eyes resting on Liz.

"...Who's there?" the female demanded, peering inside of the Lab. There was just something that bothered her about thedoor suddenly opening and the voice. That voice. She didn't know what it was. There was something odd about it, and Liz doubted it was the Professor.

"Really Stokes, you're scaring me," Greg mumbled, crossing his arms, "T-the professor probably isn't h-home, anyway."

It wasn't like Greg didn't expect it, but Liz ignored what he said completely and stepped inside, her eyes narrowed still.

"Professor? I'm Elizabeth Stokes, and this is my friend, Greg Stanford. We're here for a Pokémon."

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The door opened completly revealing what looked like a Buterfree floating there. <Do not be alarmed. The professor is out feeding the rest of the pokemon.> The voice wasn't coming directly from the pokemon, but was appearing in their heads. <What pokemon would you two like?> It seemed like it just wanted to get the heck out of there.

[Elizabeth]

"...Okay, now this is spooky." Greg mumbled, carefully poking his ear just to see if he was getting this right. This was seriously scary stuff, voices in his head and all...He could understand a Butterfree for Pete's sake! Liz, on the other hand, seemed a lot more comfortable and even slightly insulted with her friend, whom she briefly glared at after his comment.

"Just pretend you have manners for once, Greggo." the girl replied softly, before turning her attention back to the Bug Type Pokémon, a small smile curving her lips.

"I'm, uh...Do you perhaps have a Poliwag I could have? Just a normal little Poliwag, or uhm...Maybe a Totodile if you don't have one?"

Greg, seemingly still uncomfortable with the idea of a Pokémon speaking in his head, was fiddling with his fingers somewhat absently, his attention aimed at the floor. "M-m-maybe a H-houndour, please."

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The Butterfree floated over to Greg. <Do not be alarmed. Most pokemon do talk, you just haven't noticed. Once you get your first pokemon you will understand them.> Buterfree flew out of the room. A few minutes it came back with two pokeballs balancing on it's wings. When it reached the two, they fell off right into their hands. Then something else came off Buterfree. <There. I am sorry, we only had a lower level Poliwag left.> It flew away. ((The something else is a starter pack))

Greg recieved Houndour!

Nickname: You choose!
Species: Houndour
Gender: Male
Level: 5
Attacks: Ember, Howl
Ability: Flash Fire
Persona: Quirky

Liz obtained a Poliwag!

Nickname: You choose!
Species: Poliwag
Gender: Female
Level: 4
Attacks: Water sport, Bubble
Ability: Water Absorb and Damp
Persona: Quiet

[Elizabeth]

Both teen watched the Butterfree as it explained, Liz's attention slowly drifting off to the Pokéball she now held in hand, watching the orb almost lovingly. Her own Pokémon, her Poliwag. So she was a lower level, so what? With some training, and the help of a Water Stone, she'd be a Poliwrath, and then nobody woul complain about levels anymore.

A sigh escaped Greg's lips as the Butterfree turned and flew off, the male studying his own Pokéball intently for a moment, before turning to his friend.

"I don't care what that Butterfree said, it still freaks me out. If this is gonna happen with every Pokémon we run into..." he complained softly, strapping the Pokéball that contained his new Houndour to his belt, before picking up what appeared to be their starter packs, neatly storing away the items in his large shoulderbag. Liz gave Greg a sideway glance.

"What is?"

"The whole 'talking in my head' stuff. And if you're gonna tell me it's not creeping you out at least a bit, I am going to thwap you over the head with that tree." Greg mumbled, pointing at a tree that stood not too far away from the duo. Liz couldn't help but giggle, before hooking her arm in that of her friend, and gently pulling him along.

"Relax, leggo my Greggo. Let's just go explore the region now, shall we?"

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Before they were able to leave, something was said in Greg's head. <I heard that.> And then after a few seconds, it answered itself. <Not all will talk in heads.>