and you can probably tell by now my description powers are sub par
I own my brain and what it creates
When he awoke, after gathering his stuff back up, he made his towards Sandgem town to the lab of Professor Rowan's lab to get his trainers license.
After an hour of searching he came upon the lab. It was a fairly large building that was mainly off white in color with large windows, while not the tallest building it was the largest as it's backyard area was connected to the forest which had a wide array of Pokemon that inhabited it. Walking up to the door he pressed the intercom, after a minute or so the call was answered by a voice telling him to come in.
"Professor Rowan?" Roark called out to an aide as he ventured inside. The aide shook his head and pressed a small button to let Professor Rowan know that there was someone here to see him. The aide then picked up some papers and took off through a door, off to do whatever it was that aides do.
"I'll be with you in a second." A gruff voice said from behind another door. "There should be some chairs around there that you can sit in."
"OK then" A quick look around did in fact let him know that there were chairs, only all but one of them had papers and boxes covering them but it was behind the desk so Roark decided to just look around. Roark saw all around him poke balls, caged Pokemon and stacks of lab papers and equipment that seemed that as if any type of movement near them would have them topple over. This of course wouldn't have been a problem if one of those poke balls hadn't decide to open up thus causeing movement and knocking over a stack of papers that had been balancing near the edge of the desk.
Connecting his palm to his face he said "You know your timing could use some work. Now help me pick these up before the professor comes back." to the small Pokemon. She was a small little thing, only about a foot high and most of her body white except for the green helmet type head that had red horn like thing protruding from it.
"Who said that?!" The small frightened Pokemon squeaked.
"The only other sentient thing in the room, now are you going to help or not?" Roark said as he piled up the papers. "And before you ask, yes, I can understand you and you can understand me."
"Wow… I've never met anyone that could do that. You must be a real special person!" The small green and white Pokemon gasped. "By the way, I'm Eve, who are you?"
"Roark, now can I get some help?" He said as he continued to pick up the papers.
"Alright!" Ralts said as her body glowed with a blue aura and the papers lifted slowly up to the edge of the table. Unfortunately it didn't quite make it to the top as it began to falter and inch it's way down back towards the floor. Roark more out of reflex then anything managed to grab the stack before it fell over again.
"What are you doing?" Came the same gruff voice that he had heard behind the door just minutes before. The voice belonged to a man that was in his early 50's with a white lab coat and hair of almost pure grey. To complete the ensemble both his mustache and eyebrows were of the same color; he was also holding a brown folder under his arm.
"I'm defying gravity and stopping these papers from falling." Roark remarked as he finished placing the stack of papers where they had previously been before they had crashed to the ground.
"ha ha ha" mocked the professor. "Now why is my Ralts standing behind you?" The professor remarked as he eyed the young trainer.
"Your guess would be just as good as mine on that. She suddenly just came out of the poke ball that was near the stack of papers that had fallen." Roark stated as he looked down at the small Ralts who was now trying to hide behind his leg but only her body was hidden as her head was still visable.
"Hmmm…curious." The Professor said as he rubbed his chin in thought. "Anyways, who are you and what brings you to my lab?"
"Roark and I'm here to get my trainers license"
"You seem a little old be just be getting your license."
"I was busy but I'm here now so I see no problem."
"Let's see..." he trailed off while flipping through the folder that he had been holding. "Ah, here we are, you're the one that I've been expecting from Canalave City."
"That be I."
"I see… well Roark, I have your license here as well as the standard gear for starting trainers. At this time I would bring out the standard starting Pokemon and ask you to choose between them but it seems that your choice has been made already." Chuckled the professor as he eyed the Ralts that was still hiding behind Roark's pant leg. "Normally we ask that trainers start off with either a fire, water, or grass type due to the balance in the strength and weaknesses among the other types and these pokemon have been raised by humans from birth so they easily attach to starting trainers with no experiance with pokemon."
"I already have some Pokemon so you don-"began Roark before he noticed that Professor Rowan hadn't stopped talking.
"There are times of course..." He continued as if there were no interruption "…when a Pokemon chooses a trainer when it feels there is a connection. This of course has most of my colleagues and I curious, we all agree though that some things are simply just meant to be. So I present you with your new Pokedex, your new Pokemon (at this he handed Roark the poke ball that Eve had come out of) and here are six poke balls to help you on your journey. I wish you the best of luck on your journey young man."
"I'll do all that I can professor." Roark said as he took a mock bow. I wonder if he has that speech memorized? Roark thought as he picked up the ecstatic Eve .
After bidding the professor a good bye and helping with some of the papers that had fallen, (an assistant had opened the door a bit to hard). Roark decided to try to find Stacy and Aurora to tell them about his decision.
Now what had Stacy said last night… ah right the bakery… where the hell is the bakery? Hmm may as well have Eve help pass the time. he thought. "OK Eve lets get to know each other."
"Yay!" Eve replied as she took a seat on top of Roark's head. "So tell me more about yourself. Where are you from, do you talk to Pokemon a lot, can others talk to Pokemon like you can, if they can't then do they know you can, am I your first Pokemon, where do we go from here?" the young Ralt's mind and mouth raced with questions.
"I can't answer anything until you give me a chance to. First off where I'm form is not important. I talk to Pokemon just as much as I talk to humans. I've never meet anyone else that has this ability, and as far as I know no one else knows about me being able to talk to Pokemon this easily, though it may be an ability it's not really an attention getter. You're actually my third Pokemon, I'll let you meet Eevee and Mawile when we are out of town as neither of them likes crowds to much, Mawile because she dislikes not being able to move around as much as she wishes and Eevee because he usually gets surrounded by people wishing for me to trade him for some reason. As for where we go from here, once we find Stacy and Aurora we'll let them know that if they still wish that we will travel with them. Now keep your eyes out for any sign of a bakery."
"What does a bakery look like?"
"Well… just look for any building that looks like it has a lot of sweets in it."
"O-Kay! So how did you meet Eevee and Mawile?"
"Let's see…. I met Mawile a few years ago when I stumbled into an abandoned house when I was hurt. Eevee appeared right before I left the house to come here. He actually captured himself, said that I was the only one that didn't attack him on sight and felt that he could trust me."
"Wow... hey is that a bakery?"
"I do believe it is, you hungry?" Roark asked as he looked up at his head ornament. "Are you ok up there or do you want to go back into your poke ball?"
"I'll stay up here, I like the view and I could use some food."
"Alright, when you fall don't blame me."
"Hey! I may not be that powerful but I can at least keep myself balanced!"
"Alright, alright."
With that, Roark pushed open the door to the bakery. It was of a reasonable size with one side of the wall dedicated to displaying all that was for sale while the rest of the space was empty to make room for all the tables of varying sizes. Inside it was crowded but the crowd seemed to be around a single table rather then the counter where the pastries were being sold, much to the dismay of the middle aged women sitting behind the counter. Completely ignoring the crowd Roark made his way to the counter.
"Yes may I help you!?" The lady asked as she pushed herself off of her elbow and stood straight up.
"Yes, I was wondering if you knew a Stacy and Aurora. I met them yesterday and they had said something about their mom being the owner of a bakery."
"hmm" the woman pondered as she looked the trainer over. Her eyes wandered to Eve who was still sitting on Roark's head who just waved back. "Yes they are my girls, but why do you want to talk to them?"
"Last night they asked me if I wanted to join them on their journey. I'm here to tell them what my answer is."
"And your answer?" The baker said with a stern look.
"That if they still wish me to I'll join them, I will." Roark said not averting his eyes from the eyes of the concerned mother.
"I don't know if I like the idea of my girls traveling with a young man…" She said as she looked to the door.
"How about we talk about this with Stacy and Aurora, then we can decide were to go from there."
"That sounds like a good idea, only you're going to have to wait a bit. Professor Rowan called them into his lab and they just left. You can wait here if you can find a seat." She said as she retook her original position of leaning on her elbow.
"Odd, must have passed them on my way oh well. I'll take a glazed donuts and some milk while I wait." He said as he set down some money on the counter.
After getting his donut and milk, he looked around and found that the only seat that wasn't occupied was the one belonging to the table with three trainers who seemed to be the center of the crowd that Roark now noticed. All the other chairs were presumably taken by the crowd that surrounded them. Setting his snack down and needing a chair he walked up to the table.
"Is this seat taken?" He asked the three trainers. Everyone that surrounded them all turned to look at him. He had just interrupted the story the boy in the center had been telling.
"And you are?!" sneered a red headed young man who had a bracelet that held a good amount of poke balls. He was wearing a green shirt that said "If you can read this, Go away" in white letters. His faced showed the anger that he had from being interrupted.
"Tired of standing and need a seat." Roark stated.
The boy still angry was going to say something but the two girls that he was sitting with stopped him.
"Calm down Rou he probably just wants to hear your story as well." said the girl who had light blue hair that went past her shoulders and greenish/blue eyes. She was wearing a red shirt that had a blue symbol that covered most of the front on it. Slightly annoyed she tried to calm down Rou which didn't seem to be working.
"He just wants to sit down may as well let him." said the girl with hazel eyes that matched her hair, who was wearing a bright pink blouse. "My name is Mindy, he's Rou, and the one on the end is Lizzy. And your name is?"
"Roark" he said as he grabbed the chair and pulled it to one of the empty tables that he had sat his milk and donut earlier. Roark took Eve off his head and set her on the table handing a piece of donut to her.
"What was that all about?!" The boy shouted as he stood up and stormed over to Roark.
"I needed a chair but I don't care for your story." Roark remarked as he took a sip of his milk.
At this time the crowd had now mostly moved from were they were. They had all moved closer to the new topic of discussion for later, the strange young man that had a Ralts on his head. Mindy and Lizzy had come up behind Rou; Lizzy kept looking between Rou and Roark while Mindy kept her eyes focused on Roark.
"So what, do you think you can do anything you want?!" Rou said as a vein on his head began to pulsate.
"So me asking you if I can borrow a chair, is me doing anything I want?" this didn't help Rou's mood.
With his cheeks turning red and getting angry he shouted. "You and me outside, right now! That is unless you're afraid to lose."
"Just let me finish this first." Roark said as he took tore off a piece of donut, handed it to Ralts, and took a sip of his milk.
"That's it! You're afraid aren't you! You know that your puny little Ralts of yours isn't trained enough, that's why it's out of its poke ball." Chuckled Rou, the girls Mindy and Lizzy laughed as well some of the crowd joined in but most remained silent.
Roark finishing his snack stood up, picked up Ralts, and started walking to the door. "You coming?"