[attr="class","light"]zenji only stared at the child for a moment. silent for sometime, he wasn't sure what he wanted to say exactly. but he knew the boy earned much respect. he fought against what fate dealt him. zenji would merely smirk.

"alright, tell me this, what do you wanna be when you grow up?" he wondered what sort of path he had set before him. his next answer would depend on zenji's next response.

note: Hideo Kino , this is getting interesting! hope you don't mind the short post now!

[attr="class","light"]he'd begin to wave his hand before the boy's face.


"no way, you're actually blind." how did he not notice that? "say, kid..." he'd crouch to his level, "tell me...are you trying to become a trainer?" he wanted to know why he had so many pokemon. the hell was the league thinking allowing some blind brat to take on tasks too big for their britches?

note: Hideo Kino , gasp!

[attr="class","light"] if there was one thing this institution had, and could be recognized for, was their stability. it was a place not just anyone could apply. this place was special to the professor: it was his second home.

"everyday is a bit different then the last. you'll come to get use to it."

speaking from personal experience, it took him sometime. as they neared his office, he would open the door for her to enter. once inside of the well-furnished room. zenji would take a seat upon the couch. a spot was open for the woman to sit across him. whether she took it or not was up to her. refreshments were already laid out upon the table before them. the tea was piping hot. with one sip he'd set the cup back down.

"anyway, at this institution there's a few things you need to know."

zenji would come to lean back upon the couch. "the first thing is expectation," he straightforwardly stated, "are you alive to live up to others expectations or for self-serving reasons?" eyes were fixated upon her intensely. pondering on the answer she would give him.

note: @sophiaharford , boop!

[attr="class","light"] everything she said he put into memory, everyway she looked imprinted into his hippocampus.

porygon treaded behind the pair as zenji led them to a staircase. the building was fairly large and remodeled. they would come to a halt at what looked to be imperial staircases, "and you wanna apply that here?" she was bold that's for sure. "why not become some museum director or religious cult leader," he'd pause to place a hand beneath his chin, "i think they're called prime ministers if i'm not mistaken..."

her reason for applying here wasn't as strong as he'd expect. he'd turn his back on the woman once again and began heading to the second floor. they were back to walking and talking, "you can do research anywhere else," zenji replied. "when you applied i received your application through league headquarters. for them to have sent your application directly to me instead of someone else isn't exactly a compliment you know..." he'd look over his shoulder.

"...it's an insult."

the institution didn't exactly have a bad reputation, but they didn't have a good one either. they were respectively known as the criminally insane. individuals who thought too big. they were, strangely enough, well-respected laughing stocks in the science world. "to work for us you'd have to be pretty deranged, you know? wouldn't you prefer a quieter job?" an odd question to ask anyone for most would believe a research lab to be a peaceful but hardworking environment.

here that wasn't the case. the building started to shake right after his statement, but only slightly. it felt almost like a 2.5 magnitude. following right after was the sound of a large rumble.


"damn that engineer..."



note: @sophiaharford , boop!

[attr="class","light"] "again."

with a stern tone he would instruct the researcher's ditto to transform. once more did it do so only to don beady eyes. "ditto's are able to do it, this one is probably just broken. continue to work with it and watch it evolve beyond the limitation the ignorance imposed," zenji stated to the young researcher. it was a rare case, but the researcher was given a task to study the molecular structure and capability of a ditto.

pokemon capable of becoming the perfect copy of any species--humans included. it would be groundbreaking. by utilizing a ditto's imposter, they would be able to promote productivity within society. though, there was potential downfalls with such a thought. it was honestly childish thinking, but zenji couldn't help assign such a task to the new individual.

"speaking of new..."

he was scheduled for an interview today. he'd forgotten all about it. grabbing his white coat and indoor slippers, zenji would leave the lab to go and greet the woman. following behind him was a porygon who had casually been roaming the hall. "alright, porygon: pull her up." the pokemon's orbs became alight. expanding from it as they moved toward the door was a holographic projector of her face and file.

"oooh, so that's who they sent." examining her file from top to bottom as his memory began to slowly refresh, "security mode." the projected screen would change. he could see from the porygon's screen that she stood outside. a slight smile formed, "i guess i have time to entertain this, open the door."

before the woman the doors would open on their own inwardly. standing before her was the man who would be interviewing, "jabami, zenji--director of this institute." with one hand in his pocket and the other holding what seemed to be a laptop. zenji would hold a distinct austere as he stood before the woman. "it's a pleasure, applicant."

there was no handshake. a simple small talk. his gaze unwavering as ocean blue orbs peered into her own.

"follow me, talk to me."

removing his hand lazily from the warmth of his coat pocket. zenji would lazily gesture her to come along. "you're only a recent graduate right, applicant? the hell you doin' here trying to work already?"

note: @sophiaharford, boop!

[attr="class","light"]"nice one kid," he'd heavily pat the boy atop of his head, "your pokemon got talent!" as lucario led the charge and neared the beach shore. all that was left was to simply chuck the egg as far as he could, and safely from anything that could crack it upon impact. so with all of lucario's might the aura pokemon would send it hurdling into the ocean. with mighty speed, the gyarados practically flew past lucario.

"and that's that."

closing the pokedex and handing it back to the kid. he'd wait for him to take the pokedex while communicating with lucario, "from the crying pelipper's, we can assume you made it. tell everyone to head back, lucario." returning porygon to its respective ball, zenji would look back to the boy. "you got a good eye for pokemon, the way they were so gung-ho to operate without you." most children would have ran off with their pokemon.

"you didn't wanna go see the gyarados off?"


note: Hideo Kino , nice!

[attr="class","light"]"force palm."

with sharp movement. a lucario would interject any further motion from the zangoose by paralyzing its ability to move. with a small computer in hand and a cigarette in his mouth. zenji would only realize he was without a lighter--shit.

"i forgot my lighter, now i'm gonna be irritated..."

his expression didn't exactly match his words. a neutral countenance, he didn't seem exactly bothered. "hellooo, i'm zenji, you can call me zen, and i'll be assisting you in today's assignment." he was just here for field work and didn't care too much about anything else. "please treat me as you would any other," zenji casually spoke.

"you almost died, it's a good thing you didn't." he'd aim the computer directly at @dyanmo. a flash would go off right after, almost as if he were taking a picture.

"say 'toxic'."


note: Adam Shepard, say cheeeese.

[attr="class","light"]placing an earpiece into his left. if the child had been able to see, he would have noticed that there was an odd collar around the lucario. "i'm gonna borrow this," zenji would say upon taking the youth's pokedex. fumbling about with the device, he'd enter a unique code that would invoke a holographic display of lucario and the target of their goal.

"that would explain why the gyarados is here," he spoke his thought aloud before continuing, "i could only assume the item its guarding was probably stolen and accidentally dropped here. so this is probably how it ended up making this part of town a nesting ground." with everything set and connected, he would prepare to give the signal.

"porygon, thunder-wave!" as the the virtual pokemon released a stunning surprise. the gyarados became immobile for but only a brief moment. "now, lucario!" the aura pokemon moved swiftly and precisely, like a thief in the night he would snatch the precious egg it had been protecting with EXTREME SPEED.

the moment the paralysis wore off, hell broke loose. "alright kid, it's your time to shine. make sure your pokemon stay on the gyarados' tail, try to steer from crashing into anything." lucario would act as the head of the operation while Hideo Kino and zenji jabami remained where they were. "they just need to keep behind, we can't exactly see how it'll go from here, but i trust in pokemon." he was sure they were capable of doing this.

as lucario led the gyarados TO THE SEA. up ahead there were a plethora of obstacles before them: civilians. lucario would bark an order to those following after the gyarados to put up some sort of barricade on the right and left side. would they be able to do that?


note: Hideo Kino , ahhh action time. let's goooo.

[attr="class","light"]"mm..."

setting his groceries to the side. he'd call upon LUCARIO and PORYGON. the next task at hand was going to be fairly difficult, but zenji had faith in the kid. even though he was unaware of the youth's disability, zenji assumed he would be slow due to his age and physical proportion. "porygon and lucario are going to be the head of this operation, as for your job..."

he'd look to the youth's pokemon, "i'll need your assistance to minimize the damage that may happen next." he'd crouch down to the boy's level. the cigarette now within his right hand, "porygon is gonna initiate a bit of paralysis in order for us to get a head start. lucario is gonna aim for whatever the gyarados is protecting, which i'm 97.5% certain there's an egg in there." eyeing the large beast, he'd continue on with his explanation.

"can i trust your pokemon to help steer the gyarados during the chase, little runt?"


note: Hideo Kino , btw he's not aware hideo is blind/i wasn't sure if you wanted me to just outright know.

[attr="class","light"]"don't feel bad, i give you an 'a-' for bravery."

on the other hand his execution was flat failing grade. reaching into his pocket to pull out a lighter, zenji would pause. there was a child in front of him, should he really be smoking? he thought about it briefly.

"yeah." and thus went forward to light the cigarette in his mouth.

taking a moment to absorb the cancerous stick, his mind grew to be at ease more than before. he couldn't expect a child to have the answer to his problem so soon, but this was a chance to learn. zenji wasn't the best to babysit a child, so the league made a mistake by allowing such a unwanted partnership to happen.

"there's one hint, think you can find the other?" zenji would say toward the boy. "if some stranger tried coming near my mother's nest, she'd do the same." he'd casually nudge the eevee with his leg to remain at his side. "wanna know what that's called?" there was only one answer, "motherly instinct."

the question, now, was why did it choose to nest in such a public space? "you tried your best to look as harmless as possible, but if it was that relentless on a child then i don't wanna imagine what it would do to me." this gyarados had, somewhat, caught zenji's attention now. "if must be protecting something under her." the fact that it had yet to rampage or even move so much as a feet from that position left him with only one option.

this should be a quick clean up then, "hey kid," he called out to the boy, "you a trainer? you must be if you have that in your hand, you got an electric-type on you?"


note: Hideo Kino , i be doing the invading.