Meet Dyl!

[PBK]

Meet Dyl. Dyl is a boy. Dyl can run.
Run Dyl, run!
Dyl does not run. Dyl walks. Dyl walks to the lab.
Walk Dyl, walk! Walk to the lab!

The teen had indeed, finally made it back to Kantex.

He found it odd that he had been in Kantex for about a year the last time, and had never seen the lab until this day. He climbed the steps slowly, in no hurry to get inside. He was here, in fact, by default. He was Dyl. And so long as he was Dyl, he would train pokemon. It was a given; the last few months had felt so wrong without them.

Dyl sees a door. The door is big.

Dyl scrunched his hand into a fist and knocked on the lab's door. This was possibly the easiest way for him to get a pokemon. If they got suspicious, the boy could probaby come up with a cover story, a fake name and ID, just about anything. If he wanted to. And wanting too was key. Dyl had lacked motivation for quite some time now. He pretty much allowed things to happen to him, pushing him one way or the next, like a piece of driftwood out on the open sea. If he was rejected at the lab, he could always go to the breeding farms. If that didn't work...well, he had options.

[Radio]

A rather average looking girl opened the door. Glaring at Dyl, she snapped, "You know the door's usually open. No need to knock."

Striding back inside to sit at the receptionist's desk, she added, "So you're here for a pokemon, I'm assuming? Most people are. Quite annoying really, most go on and on about how they want to be champion or something. If I had a nickel for every time I heard that...Well, I wouldn't be working here, that for sure."

Snatching a stick of gum that was sitting next to some sort of teen magazine, she added, "But I guess that's really not important. It's best to leave people with some sort of dream, right? No dreams and we'd be out of business."

She had threw a crumpled metallic wrapper to the floor and popped the pink gum into her mouth. In between chewing, she asked, "So what'll it be? We've got lots of options. Um, all the starters, and, well, I guess every other pokemon in between. But no legendaries. Bad things tend to happen when people have legendaries."

[PBK]

See Dyl stand.

Dyl was a bit surprised at the girl's attitude. A very calculating person, Dyl was rarely caught off guard. Even so, the teen shrugged this off. As long as the girl was busy being mad at his newb-trainer ways, she wouldn't find him suspect of anything else. Which was important. Dyl mentally checked off the first note in his head. Getting a pokemon from the lab would be no problem.

The teen stepped into the lab and took in his surroundings. It was exactly the way that he had expected it to be. Well, aside from the blunt littering lab aide.

"Yes, I suppose that would cause some trouble for them," Dyl said, secretly thinking to himself that he could probably handle a legend just fine if they ever came into contact. No need to say it out loud though. The girl had problems of her own without having him add to them. The last thing he needed was to get into a fight with her. This lab was beginning to feel stuffy. Ever since they had used the "procedure" on him that caused him to stop morphing with his pokemon, Dyl hadn't been able to stand the smell of hospitals. And quite frankly, this whole thing smelled an awful lot like one.

"I'll take a Cyndaquil if you've got one," the boy said. His gut would have been to go with Charmander, but Dyl had sworn them off after his last experience. Anyways, there was still a part of him that told him that he could some how get Cherry back. There was no need to replace her just yet.

[Radio]

The girl raised her eyebrows in surprise, and the large pink bubble she was blowing deflated, "Really, a Cyndaquil? You mean you really want a starter pokemon? Most people usually don't choose 'em. Your choice though, I suppose."

Kicking the seat back, she stood up and went to the back, a bubble already forming. When she came back, she was chewing the gum again and had four pokeballs in her hands. Throwing them to the ground, they released four Cyndaquil, all very small.

"We've only got some pretty small ones," She began, "Assistants aren't really supposed to name any pokemon meant for trainers, but if I don't I always mix 'em up. So Ned, he's on the far right, he's very laid back. Doesn't really like to battle so much. Right center you've got Red, and she's really afraid of grass pokemon, for some reason. Otherwise very outgoing. Um, left center's Ted, I think, and he likes to play jokes 'n' stuff. I wouldn't keep any flammable objects around him. And um, far left is Quetzal, and I don't really know much about her. She tends to keep to herself and doesn't really like to play with the other Cyndaquil. Um, and remember that you don't have to keep the names, that's just what I use for reference."

The little pokemon were rolling around and seemed to be playing some sort of tag. How fun.

[PBK]

See Dyl stare.

The boy was a bit taken aback by the pokemon that were rolling around in front of him. He had wanted to go into the lab. Then, whoever was there would hand him a pokemon. Said pokemon would then accompany him out of the lab and on his way down wherever he was going. Simple as that. He didn't need any more complications. Seriously.

Play Dyl, play!

Quite honestly, the boy hadn't thought about everything that going into a lab and getting a pokemon implied. He nodded at the girl's comment about naming the pokemon. The truth was, he didn't want to get attatched to any pokemon either. The fact was, he was only here because...because he was Dyl. And train pokemon was what Dyl did, even when Dyl had no desire to do so.

Despite his better judgement, Dyl bent down to take a better look at the pokemon and ended up holding his hand out to them, hoping to join in their game. The teen suddenly found himself laughing. It was just...everything. The irony that he was back at a lab, now. That he was here to pick out a pokemon, perceived to be a new trainer. The whole thing just seemed suddenly funny to the teen and it took him a few moments to compose himself.

"Well, can't have a fire pokemon who's afraid of the grass," he said, once he had stopped laughing. If Ned was as laid-back as the assistant made him out to be, he'd be the perfect choice. Dyl hardly had the energy for a joker at the moment. But what the girl had said about Quetzel really stood out to the boy, piqued his curiosity. The fact that her name didn't rhyme with the others stuck out to her. "Why Quetzel?" he asked, partly too himself, partly to the girl. Then, he went through a list of a thousand other rhyming names in his head that the pokemon could have been called: Bread, Fred, Lead, Instead, then stopped, realizing that none of them were all the feminine. Quetzel was a fine name.

"I guess I'll take her." She probably didn't want to be in the lab, or so the teen reasoned. The Cyndaquil probably didn't like the fact that it smelled like hospital, or the other three pokemon which she seemed content to ignore. "Yeah, I think she'll be just fine."

[Radio]

"M'kay. Quetzal it is," The girl replied. She then proceeded to returned the others, as well as toss Quetzal's pokeball to Dyl. She then pointed to the messy pile of starter packs in a corner. "Take one of those to. I was supposed to organize 'em yesterday, hope you don't mind."

Dyl received a Starter Pack!

Dyl received a Cyndaquil!


Name Quetzal
Gender Female
Level 5
Attacks Tackle, Leer, Smokescreen
Persona Withdrawn
Ability Blaze

[PBK]

Dyl is happy.

"Okay," Dyl said, catching the pokeball and smiling. He scooped up a pack before heading out the door.

"Thanks," he said before leaving, new pokeball in hand. He had never intended to get attatched to a flaming ball of a pokemon. He had told himself that this was all just a temporary fix 'til he figured out what he really wanted to be doing with his life. And yet, there he was, smiling like an idiot, knowing that this could never be just a phase.