Post by C0D13 on Apr 16, 2023 16:26:17 GMT 9
WELCOME TO THE VIRTUAL WORLD OF UNOVR![/h4]
You arrive at the Pokemon Lab on the edge of a new frontier— miles of unexplored wilderness that hide secrets, corrupted Pokémon, and unknown potential.
As you are teleported from the starting screen into the Lab, you don't know where to step, much less move. Books are stacked in haphazard piles on the floor, beakers of bubbling black fluid balanced precariously atop them. Styrofoam containers of old takeout are piled up in the garbage bin. Strange machines built of PVC piping and salvaged materials are scattered around like a car show gone wrong, some clearly still in-progress, some in the process of being rebuilt.
A small woman in a stained lab coat is crouched on top of the desk, looking for something. "Where is it... where is it... NYA-HA!" Morpheus, She straightens up triumphantly, fitting an oversized monocle into one eye, and scooches forward so that her legs now dangle off the front of the desk like a kid in a high chair. "There we nyare! Hiya, nyewb! I'm Dr. Bunya!"
Your eyes are drawn to the display case behind her, where 27 sealed Pokeballs wait quietly behind the glass.
Picking up a clipboard, Ash gestures for you to take a seat across from her at the desk. "Before I assign you a partner, I need to confirm a few details of your personality," she says, tone measured. "Pokemon are complex creatures. It's essential to match them with their trainers correctly. If you don't mind, I'd just like to ask you a few questions."
She clicks her pen, offering you a reassuring smile. "Don't think of it like 'an interview.' Think of it like... a game."
[/blockquote]As you are teleported from the starting screen into the Lab, you don't know where to step, much less move. Books are stacked in haphazard piles on the floor, beakers of bubbling black fluid balanced precariously atop them. Styrofoam containers of old takeout are piled up in the garbage bin. Strange machines built of PVC piping and salvaged materials are scattered around like a car show gone wrong, some clearly still in-progress, some in the process of being rebuilt.
A small woman in a stained lab coat is crouched on top of the desk, looking for something. "Where is it... where is it... NYA-HA!" Morpheus, She straightens up triumphantly, fitting an oversized monocle into one eye, and scooches forward so that her legs now dangle off the front of the desk like a kid in a high chair. "There we nyare! Hiya, nyewb! I'm Dr. Bunya!"
Your eyes are drawn to the display case behind her, where 27 sealed Pokeballs wait quietly behind the glass.
Picking up a clipboard, Ash gestures for you to take a seat across from her at the desk. "Before I assign you a partner, I need to confirm a few details of your personality," she says, tone measured. "Pokemon are complex creatures. It's essential to match them with their trainers correctly. If you don't mind, I'd just like to ask you a few questions."
She clicks her pen, offering you a reassuring smile. "Don't think of it like 'an interview.' Think of it like... a game."
