After the immersive beginning cut scenes like in most pokemon games she has ever played, Genesis, or Rhaenyra in this play through, expected to ‘wake up’ in a small child’s bedroom that she, apparently, had lived in during her younger years in this pokemon world. But when the pitch black darkness of transitioning scenes lightened, it revealed that she wasn’t in some random bedroom. Instead, Rhaenyra was in lab of some sort. A lab that didn’t look like other pokemon labs that should be remember. Pale golden orbs flickered left and right, taking in the scene that has been simulated before her. Silvery grey furred wolf ears twitched at the sound of a feminine, forcing her gaze to fell upon the tall silver haired woman behind a desk. Despite her being an NPC, she spoke and acted as if she wasn’t. Rhaenyra’s wolf tail twitched, a hint of a smirk spread across her lips. How intriguing.

When the mysterious woman mentioned a starter, her gaze turned to a poster promptly displayed on a large canvas wall. And on said poster, the iconic starter trios from each pokemon region known to this date was displayed. Like most pokemon aficionado who have been playing the games for years, everyone had their personal favorites from the starters listed. Rhaenyra has hers too. Her gaze swept over the ones she admired. She also had ones she didn’t like. Her gaze swept her the few she didn’t. Hopefully, she could pick one she liked here.

The sound of something being picked up forced her attention back to the tall woman, wolf ears perched forward when the professor was questioning her personality type and mentioned something about a … interview? Facial features twisted perplexed, never has she had to do an interview for a starter pokemon before. Usually, they offer the three pokemon. One fire, one grass, and one water. How strange. Either way, it’s not like she had much of a choice. Right?

“Oh… Alright,” the silvery grey haired woman replied, offering a small content smile in return, “You must be the Professor of Unovr. Yes. I’m Rhaenyra. It’s nice to meet you. What questions do you have?” Here we go.

Rhaenyra shifted her weight in her seat, anticipating a drooling series of questions to come that apparently will pair her with the perfect starter pokemon. She wondered what her perfect partner would be. Notarially, the trainer normally picked the pokemon she liked the most. Whether it was current or future typing or strictly appearance wise, Rhaenyra never picked a pokemon base on her personality. Interesting enough, her head tilted slightly when the professor was quick to move onto the questions.

"Do you like to fight?"

A brow rose. Her mouth opened, ready for a response before her brain could really think about her answer. But before words escaped her, her mouth slammed shut. The question was so vague. And naturally, Rhaenyra was going to respond what she herself would have felt. Yet, she was Rhaenyra here. Rhaenyra isn’t the type to bend the knee. A cheeky grin formed along her lips, a response perfect for Rhaenyra. “I can hold my own.” Her shoulders rose and fell in a casually shrug.

"How do you feel about 'puns'?"

Brow rose again. Really? These types of questions are going to pair her to the perfect pokemon party. They sounded more like random questions than really thoughtful one. Hand rose to take a finger nail on her chin, even turning her gaze to look up in deep thought. “Stupid,” the silverly grey haired woman responded, pale golden orbs back on the tall silvery haired woman, “Puns are stupid. A waste of breath.” That, was a good Rhaenyra response.

"Do you believe in the afterlife? What are your thoughts?"

Shifting in her seat again, the woman found this question really out there. Are ghost pokemon in the starters list now? What is with the two weird questions than a deep one? “I would like to say yes,” the woman began, pausing briefly to really think of a good response to this very deep question, “But… I don’t. I believe that once we die, that’s it. Lights out. It is nice to think that an afterlife exist. To know that if you don’t get what you want in this life, you always will get another chance would be wonderful. Unfortunately, I just don’t think it happens like that. You only get one life, make it count.” Rhaenyra wasn’t sure if that was a Rhaenyra answer or her own, but it was one she strongly felt as harsh as it may seem.

As the silvery grey woman replied to the Professor’s random questions, the tall woman scribbled some notes onto her clipboard after each one she answered. Rhaenyra sat up straighter, leaning closer to attempt to see what she was writing. But just as she leaned in and almost got a peek to the scribbles, Rhaenyra nearly falling out of the damn seat. Luckily though, she caught herself before she fell. And once she did, the wolf human hybrid adjusted herself right in the seat again.

Rhaenyra answered the last question, eager to know what kind of starter pokemon fit her personality. She offered a very faint small smile, ears forward and pale golden orbs filled with wonder. A brow rose when the sound of ripping paper hit her ears, head tilted slightly when the Professor reached down to shove the paper into a cabinet. And apparently, it needed to be locked. Why?

The Professor gave a long thoughtful silence, her gaze shifted to the poster forcing Rhaenyra to look at the poster as well. She had her eye on a few of them. She wouldn’t mind a handful of fire types like the charmander, cyndaquil, fennekin, litten, or even the dopy looking fuecoco. Water types like totodile, mudkip, piplup, or froakie could work too. Grass type weren’t her favorite. But a few, she didn’t mind like rowlet and guess sprigatito wouldn’t be too back. Rhaenyra just prayed she didn’t get chespin or popplio. She didn’t really like them.

But in no time at all, the silver haired woman had made her choice. A single two toned sphere was extended out to her in her hands. Rhaenyra stood up out of her chair, too eager for her own good to see what it was. Pale orbs fell upon the ball, reading the word that was written in angular letters. Fennekin. A hint of a smile tugged the edges of her lips. She could handle a fennekin!

Quickly though, Rhaenyra realized she was out of character. She whipped the smile that attempted to appear on her face. Collecting herself, the silvery grey haired player nodded. “I’ll take a fennekin,” the woman replied, gingerly grabbing the sphere from the professors hand, “Thank you.” Once in her hands, the woman pulled the ball close to her. The surface on the ball was smooth and slightly cold, exactly like she always imagined it would. And honestly, smaller than she thought they would be. Forcing the grin that wanted to appear again, pale golden orbs lifted up back onto the Professor. What does she do now? Leave?