the tail of his lab coat danced with each step taken. the whispering wind and shifting of the grass alerted to those around that a human had entered the vicinity. this human of course was none other than professor oak. a visitor who's constantly here practically every week.

this time for not only examination, but to study the growth of the chosen species for today. he had a list of pokemon he wanted to meet. so far he was unable to find those said pokemon. curiosity cried, "now where the hell are you hiding, you can't run from the dandiest scientist alive. i'll find you one way or another!" he called spoke aloud for the pokemon in question to hear.

with an oran berry in hand and pokemon food inside of the pocket on his chest. ian prepared himself to bribe them with more than enough poffins to have a moment of their time. patting the satchel over his body, he'd whistle for the pokemon to hear his beckon.

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their relentless assault was strong. the weezing and toxicroak weren't just any old pokemon belonging to a civilian. the way they fought had been on the level of an experienced trainer. "you're no pushover, the way you utilize your pokemon shows merit." ian can see that with his special sight. throughout his time traveling and meeting countless pokemon and trainers alike, or as he likes to call them "animalkind." not once has he been unable to tell when a good connection has ben established between human and pokemon.

as they fought the garchomp the pair pushed back the dragon-type, little by little. but poison wasn't enough to defeat one whose body was as durable as the earth they stood upon. luckily, ian heard the sound of a styler. as the poisonous fog dissipated, the styler of a ranger was seen spinning around the dragon. eventually, it would come to be ensnared by the ranger who'd thrown it.

"are you both alright!?" the ranger shouted from above as he came down the hill to meet the pair. "i can't believe i made it in time!" as the ranger tamed the garchomp and calmed it down. he would come to inform the duo that they had gotten word of a rampaging garchomp and were aware of evangeline and ian oak's travels.

"it's a good thing you arrived, but i believe the lovely evangeline was handling it pretty well! i can see her working for aether foundation, hell even the league with her skills. you ever consider that?" ian asked.

"you have no self-control, we've practiced this!" ian scolded the castform!ditto. in the midst of his scolding the false pokemon casually hovered in a circle. impishly toying with the professor all while being nonchalant, "get down her--" and that's when evangeline sprung into action. watching the actress partake in battle with a toxicroak and weezing. together ian, ditto, and castform watched.

the garchomp had been blinded by the gas while toxicroak maneuvered in. the garchomp, with guts, lashed out. DRAGON CLAW had been unleashed, sharpened blades draped within a cloak blue aura. with its ROUGH SKIN, one would do best to steer clear of being hit by the garchomp's great power. "be sure to keep your distance, physical attacks are too risky." just from ian standing afar, he was able to determine the garchomp's skin layer to have a rough surface. "a battling beauty like you doesn't need me to tell you that, of course!" he'd give her two thumbs up; whereas castform and ditto cheered her on.

a crack in the facial area had shown. a sudden twinge invaded his heart, it was like being jabbed by some random invisible blade formed by word. a public servant, she saw him as a public. but the expression he donned was not one of disappointment, but shock. "to think..." he stood still, his back turned and head lowered, "...to think someone as amazing, talented, and beautiful as you could see me," his trembling fist tightened.

his body shifted to face her once more, like waterfalls did tears pour from his face.

"you understand my hardship!" he'd utilize his sleeve to wipe his face, "i'm literally a public servant and i don't even get a say so!" ian was speaking of his current situation being under "region arrest". "to think someone like you would notice my hardship, you're a woman after my own heart!" extending his palm before the actress, "sadly, i'm a man who's taken by his work. i can't give you the life befitting of someone so deserving of it." castform watched in confusion as the interaction between ian and evangeline occurred.

though, in the midst of it all, an unexpected incident would occur. a tree, cleanly sliced, fell tall. the noise so loud that it would shake the professor to his senses. sharply he turned for the reveal of a GARCHOMP. a dragon-type well-known for its power and temper. they weren't fun to deal with in the wild. "well that was unexpected timing, but to be expected. castform get to miss evangeline's side!" this was the perfect time to conduct a personal research on the dragon-type, and what better match up for a garchomp than another dragon-type?

"don't worry, m'lady. you just sit tight and take care of castform, i may not look it but i know a thing or two about battling!" it was like a video game to him. with the simple toss of a ball he'd call upon his ditto, "transform!" expecting for the ditto to transform into garchomp, it instead TRANSFORMED INTO CASTFORM. ian looked in disgust and bafflement, "i meant the dragon in front of you, you tool!"

checkmate.

though ian may have been a fan. little did she know that the professor was planning on selling that notepad on p-bay. ian wasn't a money hungry person, but this was easy money. forgive him evangeline, greed is a powerful sin. "that's great, now we can communicate!" ian stated with glee, continuing, "even a researcher of my caliber has a love for the screen, they say t.v. rots your brain but i'm the smartest man in the region." not to toot his own horn or anything, he had the credentials to back this claim. then again she wouldn't know that.

was he being too cocksure? he might have to reel it back. women hate a man who's too cocky for his own good. "t-then again that's just self-praising. after all, you are your own biggest fan! i mean look at me: handsome, cool, and smart. you don't just get this package and not flaunt these god given qualities!" he'd release castform into the air, accidentally launching it forward upon his rejoicing.

it would return, angrily puffed cheeks at being suddenly tossed, "sorry about that, little c!" ian apologized. as they continued forward, he'd look over his shoulder toward the actress, "you know if you had laryngitis no one would have been upset if you sat this one out. besides, you're a star. the minute i learned i was paired with you i thought you'd taken in interest or something in the life of a researcher or pokemon ranger." ian had wondered though if that were the case, "am i wrong?"

who would have thought he'd get the chance to go out with such a beauty? ian really was the luckiest man alive, and now it was time to show her why he was the dandiest. though he had his heart set on one woman, there was temporary room for another: the actress who donned a hundred faces—evangeline.

a beauty rated to be one of the youngest to potentially earn a star on hoenn's walk of fame. the people back at the lab would never believe this, "then again i am a pretty unbelievable man. the coolest scientist there is." ian spoke aloud his inner thought, holding onto the castform, "right, cast?" castform would agree with glee, even though it had no clue what the professor had been babbling about.

"it's a shame i have to let you go. you were a good specimen," ian's head turned away, unable to look the castform within the eyes. "parting is such sour sorrow!" women loved a sensitive, smart guy. this was his chance to show the actress he was the one for her. "so, even though you can't talk, i have a notepad you can use to communicate with us!" he'd turn to face the woman, holding castform outward toward her. in the palm of the weather pokemon's hand it would hold a pen and a notepad.