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Post by DarkLugia on Jul 26, 2010 17:56:37 GMT -5
Raito felt as if his heart was about to burst fourth out of his chest as he approached the large, dome like lab. He took a deep breath, watching as a young looking, black haired child ran past him, clutching a Squirtle in his grip, practically choking the poor Pokemon, and another, a little girl happily leading a Bulbasaur along at her side. He couldn't help but smile. All of the other Pokemon Trainers were so much younger than he was. Most of them barely made it past his waist. Strange, he thought, that I should find myself with children like these as my contemporaries. My rivals in a sense.
Suddenly Raito was beginning to feel very old. He stepped into the open doorway, looking around the lab. The whirring of computers, beeping of lab equipment, and the sound of dozens of keyboards tapping at once. The sounds, the smells were fairly familiar, though much more wholesome. The familiar scents of blood and sweat were no longer present as they'd been in his old lab.
"Good morning." Raito called into the lab. His voice echoed off of the spacious, chrome walls as he spoke, "I do hope I'm not too late to pick up a starter Pokemon. Is the Professor in?"
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