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To be a Pokemon Master is my destiny~

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You are now on a quest to be the very best trainer in all the land! In your own, special way. I mean, everyone has their own thing they seek in the Pokemon world, right? Some want to gather badges. Other people participate in contests! Still others decide to devote their life to research and becoming a Pokemon Professor.

OBLIGATORY OPTIONAL RNG OPTION even though I guess you can RNG the rest, huh?: Go to random.org and roll a number from 1-718. That is your Pokemon. (Which normally I wouldn't bother with adding...I mean, you probably have some ideas of what your character has caught and what they take into battle, right? But it could be worth some shits and a few giggles. According to this, I've got a Sunkern.)

Anyway.

1. You're in a Pokemon battle! Oh shit. Is it a friendly battle? Is it a heated match between destined rivals? Or are you just mugging some preschoolers for their lunch money?

2. Either 1 went pretty damn well and you're just chillaxing, or 1 went pretty damn poorly and you're recuperating and healing up, or maybe you have no idea what I'm talking about when I say 1 because you didn't just fight a Pokemon battle. Regardless of the reasons, you are now at a Pokemon Center.

3. You are traveling on some route or another and enjoying the scenic vistas and the epic scenery of wherever you are. Or maybe you're getting ready to camp out for a while? Well. You're just stopping and smelling the metaphorical roses.

4. You are lost. So this is kind of like 3 except it's less enjoying the ride and more going oh fuck what is this this is a cave I wasn't supposed to go into a cave was I? I can't use surf how am I supposed to get through this lake crap.

5. You're participating in a contest! You're getting ready to, you're appealing, you're sabotaging your competition, whatever it takes to get that ribbon.

6. You are somehow involved with a Pokemon Daycare. Maybe your Pokemon is expecting? Maybe you've got this...this egg you gotta haul about until it hatches. Or maybe you don't have enough cash to get your beloved Rattata back so now you're mugging preschoolers for their lunch money. It's a very dark and dire business you're involved with.

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[It's debatable whether Professor Pines is actually a scientist or not. All of his "discoveries" have been poorly-crafted hoaxes. Lots of botched taxidermy that sorta-kinda look like the remains of legendary pokemon. He wound up with enough bizarre whatsits to open up his lab as a tourist attraction, becoming an utter joke to his fellow scientists in the process. It's a living!

But beneath his bumbling con-man exterior, he's been conducting his own research in secrecy. His team is also a lot more battle-experienced than one would expect.]

[Dipper is currently standing in the center of his Great Uncle's lab with his Abra in his arms, staring up at a plaque with a claw attached to it with the label Aerodactyl Remains.
It looks suspiciously like cardboard.]

Is....this really necessary, Grunkle Stan? I mean all the other professors in Kanto...and Unova...Kalos and everywhere else are actually...you know, making real discoveries. This isn't exactly all that believable.

[Then again, he's had this same conversation with Stan time and time again, hoping that MAYBE he would actually decide to stop pulling hoaxes and actually do some real research. Not that he knows any different.]

[Biiig groan in response. It's not like he doesn't hear this enough from everyone else. Stan's got his back to Dipper as he repairs an old exhibit, and doesn't bother turning around while he answers.]

'Course it's necessary! You like food, right? Well, this attraction's the only thing that's gettin' us any. Those grants just don't come through like they used to!

Oh, and those "other scientists" get most of their research from little kids! At least I'm actually doing something! ..Hand me the glue, would ya?

[The purple wig just fell off his "definitely-not-a-Glaceon" Suicune.]

[Dipper sighs, moving to reach for the glue. Before he can grab it, however, it's suddenly hovering a few inches off the table in front of him surrounded by a light pink aura. Then it's promptly hovered over to Stan while he just watches it go, blinking.

He pets his Abra's head, who's got one of it's claws pointed at the bottle, levitating it over.]

Oh, thanks. Ok, that's true. ..So why don't you get some trainers to do that for you too? It wouldn't hurt, and you'd probably be getting a lot more to report on.

[Though, really, he knows he's just talking to a brick wall here.]

[Stan snatches the bottle out of midair, giving the Abra an appraising nod.]

Y'know, that's a good point! Why don't you make yourself useful and go find something?

W-...me?

[Dipper exchanges a look with his Abra, who just hunkers down more snugly into his arms without comment.]

I don't know if you've noticed but I...I'm not much of a trainer.

And y'know what's gonna help that? Getting some experience in the field!

[Ok, he's got a point.]

Well....I have been wanting to do some research on ghost pokemon...but what about the lab? I can't just... leave, can I? Don't you need help around here?

[His Cofagrigus shifts to life behind them, letting off a small hiss as black smoke billows out of him. Stan is completely unfazed as his ghost companion floats over to them.]

Whattaya think I keep these jokers around for? Just go out there and, I dunno, train or something. If you find anything good, come find me.

[Oh, right. Stan's band of pokemon always seemed to help out well enough, but half the time they were just scaring him or pulling tricks.

With a sigh, Dipper pulls his Abra's premier ball from his pocket, hitting the button with his thumb so the pokemon will be returned.]

Ok, fine. But don't get mad at me if I can't find anything!

[He doesn't really plan on leaving persay, but the thought of actually studying ghost types out in the field is tempting. Dipper pauses to clip his Abra's pokeball to his belt before grabbing his backpack from a swivel chair nearby, cautiously eyeing the Cofagrigus behind Stan as he walks past them both.]

Good luck with...whatever it is you're doing. Maybe I'll find something new for your displays.

[Slight sarcasm there, but he's still a bit sore over the fact that his Great Uncle is such a sham of a professor. Well, maybe if he CAN find something undiscovered, Stan won't be quite as much of a hoax. So with that he sets off, idly wondering if he really will be able to find anything..]

[Stan bides him time while Dipper's away by fixing up the breaking exhibits in his makeshift museum. He gets so wrapped up in his work that he doesn't even notice night fall until it already passes.

But he's not worried. Kids get wrapped up in their training all the time. This is totally normal. Still, he can't seem to rest easy as it starts getting later and later..]

[What with being busy fixing up his exhibits and all, he probably hasn't noticed that it's not only late, but really late. As in, nearing midnight or so late. By now he should have been both home and in bed hours ago, but for some reason he's not. As the night wears on, the ominous hooting of Noctowl in the trees seems to intensify, but not to a degree that would be alarming. But it is....noticable.

Then, a soft noise issues from the entrance to the lab. It sounds like a cross between a moan and a soft whisper.]

[Stan slams open the door a little too fast and looks around expectantly. His gaze wanders downward and he sighs.]

Just a Phantump.. Go on, get outta here!

[He tries to shoo the little ghost away, but is interrupted by Xatu shoving him out of the way to stare at Dipper for a few moments before glaring intently at Stan.]

What? What is it?

[The little ghost recoils almost instantly and darts behind Xatu's wing, finding himself suddenly a lot more easily frightened now. ...and with good reason.

Shaking, he peeks out again at Stan after a pause, letting out another ghoulish moan.]

[Xatu coos reassuringly and tucks its wing around him. Haunter appears besides them, tilting it's head in unspoken confusion. Cofagrigus floats over from across the room, emitting a low, distressed growl.]

What's gotten into you three!?

[The little Phantump looks up at the pokemon surrounding him, oddly more spooked by Stan's loudness than he is by the pokemon themselves. His red eyes dart from pokemon to pokemon before settling on Stan again. This time he cautiously hovers a bit closer to the man, still staying rather close to Xatu.]

Oo0oo0h..hhhhnnn....nnn....

[Stan backs up, nervously glancing at his other pokemon. Cofagrigus makes a garbled noise that almost sounds like human speech, and Stan's face pales. He looks back down at the Phantump, face twisting in confusion and terror.

That can't be right. ..Right?]

D.. d-Dipper?

[The Phantump hovers even closer, lifting his small arms to cradle either side of his head. The sound he makes now is plaintive. ...Scared.]

000...hhhhhh....

[He nods slowly.]

Ohh.. Oh shit, oh, no..

[He reaches up carefully- he knows how jumpy Phantumps can be- and gently pulls the ghost into his arms. He cringes when his touch passes through the ethereal part of Dipper's body.]

Ohh, Dipper... I'm so sorry..

[He should've gone to check on him, he could've sent one of his own pokemon to keep an eye on him. He knew what kinds of monsters lived out there, he just.. never thought it would lead to this.]

[Dipper does his best to stay still when Stan picks him up, the look on his face one of despair despite being made of wood. He can't say anything in response if he wanted to, so soft whispers and moans will have to suffice for now.

Perhaps it's better that he can't recount what happened, exactly. Though his pokemon are out there, somewhere.....]

0ooh..oh.......

[He moves to rest his head on Stan's shoulder, frightfully small in comparison now. He could hold him in just one hand if he wanted to.]

[Stan struggles to hold back a sob, instead letting his tears fall silently while he takes in heavy, shaking breaths.]

[He looks back up at his team, but if they have any answers for what he should do, they can't tell him. Xatu nudges his leg and stares up at the two of them.]

[He wipes his face with his free hand and sniffs. He can't just fall apart now, he's gotta be strong for Dipper..]

Y-your team still out there, kiddo...?

[OOC: Thread continued Here!]

[Norman was an explorer with his focus being on ghosts and other strange oddities. Eventually he did end up at the Mystery Shack.]

[He'd heard plenty of stories about the "professor" but even then he was still extremely curious about what the guy really knew. Either way, he was passing though town and figured it at least warranted a visit.]

[His Duskull, who was rarely in his pokeball, floated along side him as he approached the ...tourist attraction?]

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To be a Pokemon Master is my destiny~

Stan Pines / Gravity Falls

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I may have to tag you because ghosts