tonight's the night the world begins again. [mod]

[R E E S E]

Thunder clapped as if Arceus itself were telling the girl she was, for now, absolutely screwed. It started with a tense, low rumble, as if rolling across a cold stone floor, a perfect spherical shape... and then it shattered as if unleashing an ugly bottle of pure rage and hate for the world, roaring, screaming, clapping right in her sensitive, ringing ears. The girl sure as hell didn't want to go deaf, but it seemed absolutely unpreventable given the circumstance she was in. The girl's nerves were shaking like a child's toy rattle, the sounds and smells of the storm crawling up her spine in the form of a hard and relentless panic. She could hear the thunder rumbling and roaring in her ear and then ambush her with a harsh bang that resembled that of a shot gun. She could hear the rain dribbling down tree trunks, smacking itself into thick, green leaves, and pool in small streams at her feet. As much as she hated the lightning, it was quite frankly the only source of light she had. The delicious blessing of having her eyes and world flooded with light, even for only a second, was the only thing preventing her from becoming lost. She had to find a certain building. She simply had to, even if it was the last thing she did. At least she wouldn't be considered a loser then. She could die knowing she tried her hardest and proved everyone wrong.

The girl gingerly tumbled over roots that extended outwards from the ground as if they would, at any given time, wrap around the girl's ankles and purposely trip her, then laugh at her with small giggles of their rustling leaves. The wind was harsh but the feminine lady stood against it, hurling herself against the forces of nature to push herself not only against the bitter wind, but further towards her goal of finally making something of her pathetic life. With a whip of lightning, a tree branch cracked, shattered, and fell in wooden splinters at Tessa's feet. She screamed in surprise, then simply tensed up, released her muscles, and continued on. She had delt with many things in her life; this, however? Wandering around in the pitch black? She could barely see a damn thing already, and now she was wandering around near the forest. The dark had always gave Tessa the creeps, but now it seemed so disturbing that she felt it could consume her whole if she wasn't careful.

Another flash of lightning crossed her eyes, momentarily lighting her way. In the distance she could see the bulk of the building hiding from her in the form of a silhouette... the building she was literally risking her life to reach. It wasn't that getting a pokemon was a life or death matter, but it held a rather simple yet powerful symbolic meaning for the girl. The good boys and girls had all received their pokemon at the tender age of ten and set off to be the very best and catch 'em all. Tessa locked herself in her room and sulked. Because of this fact, everyone around her made sure to remind her of how she was a failure, how she'd never have a steady source of income, and how she'd die living in the basement at the age of thirty. She'd show them... she'd show them all. The spark of confidence that was so generously given to her by seeing the blurry shadow of the building in the distance was what kept her going. Her drenched clothes heavily weighed her down and her pants almost fell right off of her due to the massive amount of weight they were carrying from the rain water, but she clenched her fists around them tightly as if she were a Scraggy and pressed on.

And, finally, after what seemed like hours, she reached it. The young adult reached one violently trembling hand up to the structure of the cabin-like structure and rested her palm on it. Her lungs screamed for sweet oxygen and her legs trembled and wobbled as if their very interior could collapse at any second. She didn't care, however, for she had made it.

She had really made it.

Tessa, gasping for air, brought her hand up to the door and began to violently pound. Now that she had reached the place, she was extremely eager to get inside and out of the rain, surrounded by cute and cuddly starter pokemon. Her fist pounded long and hard on the door as she stood as erect as she could, her voice shrieking from her voice box and attempting to launch itself above the sound of the thunder and rain. Screaming. Wailing. She was desperate. "Let me in! Please!!" She squealed, already feeling her pants started to fall. She had the strength of a child and keeping her waterlogged pants up with one hand was rather.. well, hard. Regardless, the girl did the best she could while pounding on the door, wondering who would even be up at this time of the night. Surely someone was inside.

Right?

[Nekayne]

The heavy storm had the Professors staying over night at the warm cabin they turned into a lab. Each carried on calmly with their work, some being followed by Pokemon that weren't startled by the crackling of thunder. If they had to stay in, they might as well get a bit ahead on tomorrow's tasks.

The sound of pounding against the front door with a muffled shout begging for entry caught the attention of Sequoia. The brunette gasped, turning her attention away from the grooming session she had with a Cyndaquil on her lap. She politely urged the Pokemon off of her before standing up and racing over towards the door. She unhinged the locks at the speed of light and flung the door open, seeing the lithe girl behind it soaked and gasping for air.

"Oh my goodness!" Sequoia shrieked. She grabbed onto the girls arms and pulled her inside, pushing her foot against the door in the same motion to slam it shut. "You poor thing! Please, please come in and rest! Let's get you dried off!"

"Anne!" Cedar barked from behind the counter, having stood up from her position at her desk and abandoning the microchips she had been examining. "Don't open the door without figuring out who it is first!"

"Oh hush, hush, Sica! Look at this poor woman! She's soaked to the bone!" Sequoia protested to her counter-part, seeming immune to her scalding tone. She patted the girls shoulders, "You stay right here, I will go fetch you a towel and a change of clothes." With that, Sequoia quickly skipped out of the room and dashed down the hall.

Cedar watched Sequoia's fleeting form before turning her uncomforting sights onto the new arrival. Sequoia was sometimes blindly kind, and it could be a dangerous thing. What if the person behind the door had been one of those dangerous Night Police and had attacked her? Cedar couldn't let her colleagues be put in that position. She eyed the woman carefully, her arms crossing over her chest. "When you're dried off, I expect to see some I.D."