The young teen smiled as he stood next to the Pokemon Researcher as he and Oak caught up with small talk. Alabaster drowned out the white noise of the clicking of the computer keys on the white research facility computer. Oak introduced the older woman working for the Professor exclaimed a research exchange program, as his staff member immediately began processing his paperwork on the sanctuary research computer at the front desk. Alabaster was impressed at the size of the place and almost forgot how large and spacious the complex was in the main part of the nonliving quarters, which was loaded with various technology, lab equipment, and visual screens. The upper part of the open upper floor was even divided by a complex upper ring with various equipment and separate research area to overlook the complex facility of the grounds that belonged to Oak.
Alabaster as a kid remembered the last trip to the Autumn festival with his mother, and older cousin, and Oak allowed them to go up to the catwalk area to see out the upper level. The arces of the wilderness were protected Pokemon Preserve, like others across the Kanto region. Protecting Pokemon from poachers and gangs that hunted down defenseless pokemon for sport. Laws and restrictions applied to other regions across the globe, and Professor Oak housed a majority of people's pokemon at the facility, along with other injured or permanently damaged creatures that can't return to the wild or be trained by trainers. Various injuries or conditions that made Pokemon abandoned or defects that made the care too costly for regular trainers and Pokemon caretakers were needed in places like this Pokemon Research facility that Oak held together last few decades.
Alabaster stood in the main part of the Pokemon Researcher's lab adjacent to the main part of the entrance, which was presently vacant except him and Professor Oak. The older researcher sipped the coffee from the mug, with both Oak and Alabaster strolling over to the middle of the room and toward the main large incubator. The main console of the chamber was a large circular shape and contained three specialized Pokeballs with grass, water, and fire insignia etched onto the top red and white capturing devices.
"Pokemon are Bulbasaur, the grass type pokemon. Next the Water-type Pokemon, known as Squirtle and finally the Fire-type pokemon Charmander," the researcher exclaimed motioning toward the contained Pokemon on the incubator table. As the well-knowledged Pokemon Professor smiled, nudging Alabaster to select his first Pokemon Partner.
Alabaster swallowed hard as he gazed down at the pokeballs in the incubator, they were cool to the touch but somehow gleamed with a spark of life for each capsuled creature confined to the pokeball. The hesitation was nervewracking as he stood in the mitts of the room peering down at the trio of capsules, unsure which one to choose, as a million ideas and possibilities swam in his head. He felt the reassuring hand of the Professor comfort him, as Oak began, "choose whatever Pokemon that speaks to you." It was that moment meeting the kind older man, Alabaster the met smile of Oak, that made Alabaster almost tear up, before nodding his head to his decision, which in his heart he knew was the right path for him. Alabaster knew the encouragement his mother gave him urged him to pick up the lost chapter, as his hand gravitated toward the grass-type Pokemon Bulbasaur.
The grip on the Pokeball; Oak motioned for the young trainer to release the grass type from its confinement as Alabaster exclaimed, "GO!" With a gentle toss of the ball and immediately catching the capsule, emerged grass type. Its confusion as it blinked its red eyes and omitted its small feeble cries, before turning its head toward Alabaster and Professor Oak. As a teen pokemon trainer met the grass type for the first time, he knew in his heart it was the right choice. His sweet mother had also chosen Bulbasaur on her journey, which only made sense for him to honor that memory of tradition of the selected grass type. He watched as the shy nervous creature darted from the release spot of the open floor of the lab to immediately take cover under the same incubator, as it met the two towering humans over it and scared.
Alabaster seemed confused as he extended his hand for the creature to immediately jerk its head as it shook, before turning to the Professor and asked, "sir what's wrong with Bulbasaur?" The Pokemon researcher seemed to frown a moment, as he began in a caring tone to answer the curious teen, before kneeling next to the young lad to observe the frightening grass-type pokemon. With a sigh, the Pokemon Professor removed the pokepellets from his lab coat, that specialized brand for grass types with a adorable character of sunflora on the front as he handed them to the young man.
"Well...this lil guy was-" Oak seemed to pause as the little grass type could be seen shaking as he removed a single pellet from the bag and kind smile motioned his hand to the smaller than usual Bulbasaur. "its parents were poached by-" he seemed to hesitate as he omitted watching the creature seem to halt its tears and sniff the air curiously, "-awful people that call themselves team rocket." The small seed pokemon seemed to maneuver its head rejecting the food, as it gently shook. It was then before Oak set the small forest green pellet on the ground for the grass type to use its extension vines to swipe the food and immediately guzzle the treat down.
The pair seemed to watch the young grass type as they offered the little creature the formula grass pokemon food, as Bulbasaur eventually emerged from its hiding place, as Alabaster softly petted the head of the small creature and began, "I'll name you...Parsnips" Alabaster exclaimed softly to the nervous grass-type pokemon huddled under the shelter of his legs for comfort before Parsnips wanted to go to his Pokeball for safety, and reluctant but obliged to his new pokemon partner's request. Thanking the grass-type pokemon, as he tucked the device onto his belt before turning to Oak who was about to speak before they were interrupted.
Suddenly; as both Alabaster and Oak silently walked the lab the same young woman from the desk before as the sanctuary processed the information in the ID card onto the computer system, and finished the early morning roster registry license before the nice assistant held something in her hand for Alabaster. The electronic device wasn't unfamiliar, but expensive non the less, as Professor Oak began, "Times have changed since the days of regular Pokedex catalog encyclopedia." Before the pokemon professor offered a small box with a starter kit of pokeballs and his wallet, as Alabaster added them to his bag.
The researcher and Professor Oak seemed to share a smile, as the young woman began, "The names Bill. I'm helping Professor Oak with programing research from the old days of my father's Pokemon Storage system." The blond-headed woman seemed to bask in the attention before waving a hand, and curtly omitted, "its adventure proof...but if you need any tech grades, fixes, or whatnot...can send it and I'll fix it up."
Alabaster seemed impressed by the older female named Bill, as Oak exclaimed she was only twenty-four and already developed a program beyond her own father's invention. The fourteen-year-old trainer beamed with hope, as the sun seemed to welcome a new day. As he didn't need to spend any longer than needed, he thanked both Bill and the Pokemon Professor and tucked the phone into the pocket of his satchel before finally leaving the lab and the morning sun on his back drove onto the main road and leave the opposite direction of Pallet Town toward Rout 1.