Bustling. That was the only way he could describe the activity inside the place he was going at, eyes quickly scanning the inside before resting on a sign that read Pokemon Center.
… Pokemon? What hell?
Seemed like he got his answer when he heard a man crying at a creature to get off of him. Looked like a really fuzzy bear, from his point of view, although it was probably heavier and a lot stronger as the man made no move to attempt to dislodge the creature.
Strange. But there was always weirder.
Yep, there was always weirder as he felt the look of someone on him, quickly turning to meet with amber eyes, also blinking in turn. He knew that face. He knew it very well. And while she might not be the one he knew, nor the alternate he’d recently found, it was still her.
What was an alternate of his daughter doing so far out of what he could call similar dimensions? Had she always lived here or had she…?
No, he knew his daughter well. She didn’t travel unless she had too, unless something called to her. So what…?
He stepped in, careful of the humans and colorful creatures alike before taking a seat, head down.
He’d wait. He’d wait for her to be done. Then he’d call out to her.
Once Rebecca had delivered her supplies, she brought out Goop to help lift several injured Pokemon onto stretchers before going back into the waiting room. She stood in the doorway, adjusted her headphones, took a deep breath and stunned the waiting trainers silent with what she said next.
“That’s enough! You are all full fledged trainers and adults! Act like it! Now, if you’re all done, you will line up and politely ask Miss Bianca about your Pokemon! Do I make myself clear or do I have to bring out the Ice Beam?”
Nearly everyone, sans one trainer sleeping in the back, sprung to attention and formed a line at the desk, several whispering about ‘Man, I never thought I’d see the Unova Champion here of all places’ and ‘She lives on the bay, numbnuts’.
Back in the Game 