Crash

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Harper Grant bounded across the ground like a wild Rapidash, and to her it was as if the wind was pushing her farther than she would go otherwise. That was a good sign, right? Despite adrenaline rush, however, the young woman found herself rethinking the idea of shortcuts as she barely missed a child or two, forced into a jump to avoid a kickball. Oh well; at least she missed? A rushed apology was yelled back towards the outcry, but she’d only barely turned her head. It very well could be that the poor children hadn’t heard her.

She turned her eyes in front just in time to brace her left wrist against the door, swinging it open with her weight and bursting through to a skidding stop. Barely maintaining her balance, the girl shook her tanned wrist as if to shake out the pain along with it. Once satisfied, she rested her right hand on her knee for just a second before straightening and carefully trying to coax overgrown bangs on either side out of her face, gaze fastening on the pocket of her cargo pants. Harper yanked a crumpled piece of paper out of aforementioned pocket and unfolded it with hands that almost shook from excitement; it might be a little late to double check the address, but she was doing it anyway.

As she unfolded and began to read, she paused to call out even as she was catching her breath, not even taking the time to glance up, “H-Hello? This … is the … Hajime Lab, right?” Of course it was, though, and the usual big smile was already weaving across the girl’s face. She was on time! “I heard you could get a pokémon here …?” Before she’d even finished the sentence, the girl was glancing up, hazel eyes scaling the room while the crumpled piece of paper was folded and slipped back into her pocket.

[LORD Z]

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Professor

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The Professor hadn't had any motivation to do a lot lately, so he just sat behind his computer and played solitaire.
Before he could see the jumping cards all over his screen, a girl had called into the lab saying she wanted a Pokemon.
He lazily got up from his chair and walked to the door. There the girl stood, a grin dominating her face.
<"Hey.. my name is Professor Kinkaze. Want a Pokemon I heard you say? There's the list."> he said, covering his mouth as he yawned and pointed at a piece of laminated paper nailed to the wall.

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Kinkaze