Are all Pokemon equal in some sense?
Most people would say no and that it's ridiculous to believe that. I personally agree with them.
Various things play into a Pokemons strength, such as type advantages and disadvantages. These allow them to survi...
The early morning light fluttered through my window as I stretched and yawned, feeling the familiarity of Professor Junipers lab. She had decided that it would be best if I were to stay here because it would make things easier, she also had a younger assistant who was also living here but I haven't had the chance to meet her yet. It's only been a week since I got here though and the Professor said she'd be back from her 'mission' soon.
After a quick shower, I got dressed and headed over to the kitchen. There was still a lot of stuff that I needed to learn about if I wanted to even hope to complete my second objective, but Professor said she'd found the location of Krookodile and would send me out soon, so hopefully I'll be able to complete my first objective soon.
As I reached the kitchen, I could smell the familiar scent of the Professors coffee, she made coffee every single morning. I can't say I blame her though, I drink a lot of coffee as well. Professor Juniper was sitting at the table, cup in hand, and reading some documents. She looked up from the papers and smiled when she saw me.
"Good morning, Serena! Did you sleep well?" She asked, her voice was always warm and somewhat comforting.
I smiled back, "Good morning, Professor! Yes, the bed is still very comfortable," I answered, pouring myself a cup of coffee. "I'm ready for whatever you have planned!"
Professor Juniper chuckled, "That's the spirit. But, before we get to doing anything, I have someone I'd like you to meet."
I raised an eyebrow, "Is it your assistant?" I asked.
She nodded, "Yes, she just got back and I have a feeling you two will get along very nicely." She explained.
I smiled, "Where is she?" I asked.
The Professor looked at her phone, "She should be getting here any minute now." She said, showing me her location.
"She's pretty close!" I paused, taking a sip of coffee, "Is there anything I should know about her?" I asked.
She closed her eyes for a moment, gathering her thoughts, "She wants to be a coordinator, just like you. She's also from Kanto but her parents wanted her to see more of the world before going to ANHS." She explained.
She's going to ANHS next year?
"Then we'll have some things to talk about!" I exclaimed with a smile.
The Professors eyes lit up, as if she just remembered something, "She has a childhood friend who's dad is a butler, apparently she had met his dads employer once and decided to go to ANHS because she wanted to follow him. Her friend also plans on going to ANHS next year." She explained.
"If his dad was a butler then the guy must be rich... I'm not sure, I can only think of one guy who's known to be rich in our year but I wouldn't call him a likable person." I murmured, a picture of a certain blonde haired narcissist flashing through my mind.
The door to the kitchen clicked open and, who I'm guessing is her assistant, walked in. She seemed a couple inches shorter than me and had light blonde hair with bright blue eyes.
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