First Meeting [Matthew]

[Layla Ashley Douglas]

The purple haired girl yawned tiredly, having been sleeping less and less lately. Probably because they were near bug types. She shivered. While she might be okay with some bug types, some did quite scare her. (Seemingly Heracross and Pinsir were her worst.) Eve, her Houndoom was stalking by her side almost twenty four seven, getting more irate by the minute. She literally had to get Psiana to take over for a little because of the obvious strain on the poor dog-looking Pokemon. She rubbed at her blue eyes wearily, but this wasn't really much, she was just lazy and liked to sleep.

Picking herself up off the ground, she patted her jeans to get the dirt off. Staring at the rigid dark and fire type she rolled her eyes slightly. "I'm not a queen. I don't need to be watched over constantly. You'll get yourself sick if you keep staying so tense." Layla fretted slightly. Her purple hair swung behind her as she trotted over to the male Pokemon. "Calm down. Smell the roses!" Eve gave her annoyed glance but said nothing. The Dark-Fire type while probably normally would be weak against any Bugs, they seemed to be so weak here, that it didn't seem like much of a problem.

Eve's spaded tail had oddly made a infinity symbol in the dirt, and Typo stared at it for a moment. She had a small thought that her Houndoom was a crazy psychopath who was bound to snap someone's head off, but she was better in not thinking it. So she forgot it. Quickly. She had traveled through the port area awhile ago, much to the displeasure of Eve and the quite fun game for Joker. Psiana had come to the conclusion she was surrounded by idiots as he monitored human's movements. Of course her fellow team had different ideas.

It was a beautiful day, no matter the forest, and she could see the beginning of the path that she really hadn't done anything since yesterday. Actually to be honest...she just decided to camp out last night as soon as she got to the forest. Layla yawned again, checking her bandages. They looked white, so she didn't really care. Her left hand traced the scar underneath, her eyes closed. She could remember exactly what it looked like. However, who cared? It was a simple scar no one was going to see, so it shouldn't matter~! It happened and she lived. No reason to be down about something no one noticed anyways. Typo's eyes opened and she tapped the guard dog and moved closer to the forest.

It seemed Eve was less paranoid than she thought as he moved fluidly behind her. Opening the bag on her hip, her left hand dug in the bag to call out Psiana. She wanted someone to talk to, and Eve was too much into his guard duty to do anything. A quick toss up in the air, a click, and the Espeon appeared in a flourish. She skipped over to Typo, who seemed all to happy. Humming slightly, the two females started to 'dance' slightly, much to the displeasure of the male having to walk behind them.

Two steps to the left, twirl, two steps to the right, try not to laugh, seemed to be the unknown dance. Eve snorted, while annoyed, was perfectly fine with this. Espeon seemed to be having a good time following Typo in this simple dance. "La~ Lalalala~ La la la~" Typo laughed, hitting her hip with her left hand during the tune. Typo laughed as Psiana, did a twirl and started to cry to the same tune. This amused Eve as she rolled her eyes behind the two. The trio laughed their way closer to the Shrouded Woods.

[Matthew Anderson]

Okay, so sure. He had to bring his inhaler and a few other medical items to aid him. But other than that, he was good. The region here seemed to be warmer than Snowpoint, though then again, it had yet to be winter. That, and Snowpoint was possibly farther up north than this area. Still, there was enough of a chill for the dark headed boy with green dashes in his laid-back hair to want to wear a jacket, and cold enough for the Psy Pokemon to take a scarf from the boy's bag and tie it around it's neck. Funny thing was was that it was more of a pink color than a red, all the whistle Para was a boy. The child gave another chuckle at the thought, getting a slightly angered and annoyed look from the Phsycic Pokemon next to him as they walked. Probably not a good thing, considering that the Pokemon could sometimes have a bad temper.

But ah, not like the boy was going to get killed or anything by it.

It had been, what, two hours? Yeah, two hours or so since the duo had docked onto Crocanaw Port. They had spent the better par of their morning and their time there, the school kid having to find some of his items that had dropped out of his bag and into a few crates that they had piled stuff into. Kind of a rude thing, none the less. Shouldn't the crew be responsible for the rider's belongings if they insist to put sed belongings in a "safe" area until they got to the next area? Paranormal seemed annoyed at how he and the child had to look through plenty of crates - though the Alakazam seemed to use some form of Phsycic to both lift the crate lids up and take things out of the crate to examine them - until they found what they needed and were finally on their way.

After walking what seemed like forever, which in truth had only been about roughly half an hour [long enough for the boy to handle], and after the boy had took enough time to stop giggling at his Pokemon's pink scarf, Matthew had finally decided to take out a map he received from one of the ports men - apparently, they were getting a new electronic kind for new trainers, and the boy had been lucky enough to get one - from his side pouch to look at it. It currently only showed the port, Shrouded Woods, the starter town, and the first "route" of the region. The rest was blacked out, though the sailor said that it would clear up once there was more added, as well as if he journeyed their on his own. Sigh, how entertaining.

"You know what, Paranormal?" the boy asked aloud almost excitedly, holding up the map a little higher to where the light went through it, adjusting his glasses slightly, "I think we're actually getting closer to the forest! Don't you think?" At this, the Alakazam merely rolled it's eyes at what the boy had said, already remembering the earlier with the man who gave them the map.

"Al, Alakazam Kazam Alka, Alakazam Kazam. Alakazam, Alakazam!"

"The man said we would make it there in roughly an hour. It's barely been half!"

The boy wrinkled his nose at this, dropped his map and both hands to his leg roughly as he gave a glare to his Pokemon through his now tinted glasses. (His parents thought it would be better to get him the kind that would dim upon impact of the sun's rays. He hated them solemnly, mainly because he would most likely be outside during the better part of his journey.) At the boy's look, the Pokemon only gave him a sideways glance before again looking forward. The boy made a "humph" sound, trying as best he could to look back to the map in his hands as he tried to roll it up neatly, before trying to stuff it neatly back in his bag with all of his other belongings. Okay, so Alakazam were supposed to have an IQ of over five thousand, but they didn't have to act like they were know it alls! [Even if they did know it all...]

For a while more they walked, obliviously not getting into much mostly due to Matt's irritation - Para knew it was not good to get the boy mad - and Paranormal's knack for often not wanting to talk when he didn't see it nessasary. He seemed to always enjoy meditating rather than actually spending time with anybody.
Then again, he had always been able to see weather or not the boy was going to have some sort of asthma or allergy attack because of his Phsycic abilities - most all Alakazam had great Phsycic abilities, did they not - when he was young. So, sigh, that would count for something, would it not? Maybe, just maybe it would. It just depended on how he could aim his cards right. Play along with the fates, was it?

Matt, of course, would be the one to know; he had spent his younger days as a boy who studied. Then again if your mother never let you go play outside when you were young, what else would be there to do? Well, a lot of stuff maybe, but still. Becoming a Trainer wasn't a dream of dream of his because of that, by far. No, he seemed to like the career path of scientific things and Pokemon. A Poke Professor, really. But no, his parents wanted him to travel around since he never really got to do that as a younger child. Which is why they sent him off with Paranormal as his guardian to a new region of which he had yet to actually understand. Nice, ain't it? Then again, it wasn't a challenge for him if he already knew everyone about the place, one reason why he chose this place in the first place to start his journey.

With a sigh, Matt pulled his bag up close to him and hugged, his breath being able to be seen a little bit. Okay, so maybe it was that cold to the boy as he shivered slightly in his dark-colored jacket his parents made him bring along just in case. Well, perhaps it was cold to others, to say the least. Of course, he would never get tired of the blistering winds of the north. He was born and raised in a place where snow was a constant thing, where as warm weather never seemed to come around but on a rare case[global warning his arse], even though he rarely got to go out and play in it with the other children like he could have if he didn't have illnesses. Yeah, that was his parents for ya, being a little too much protective, he he...

"La~ Lalalala~ La la la~"

The sound made the boy jump and stop dead in his tracks, at first thinking that it was some wild Pokemon. Then again, Para would have said or done something if it was. And Matt never knew of a Pokemon who sang the word "la"; well, perhaps except for probably Latios and Latias. But that's beside the point, because it would be very unlikely that he would run into a legendary Pokemon, even this early on in the journey. It would be nice to see them in person and not in stories, but that wouldn't count for now, because the probability of it would be very unlikely.

As Matt began to realize that it was not a Pokemon, and instead another human being, he began to come to a little bit. Paranormal merely stood a few feet in front of the boy, watching carefully for a moment in case he was having an asthma attack that he did not know about before looking towards her female and her two Pokemon companions; one looked like an Espeon who seemed to be having a delightful time dancing and singing with it's trainer on their way to what hopefully was Shrouded Woods, whistle the other was a Houndoom who mutually looked annoyed by it's companion's actions, though was obediently following close behind them anyways. How odd, really it was. The trio were still a ways a away a head of them, heading towards what looked like a leg of forest.

"Hey, um, Para?" the boy asked in what seemed like a frightened tone, getting the Pokemon's attention. "Think we could, like, wait and rest for a little bit? I was, erm, getting kind of hungry anyway.

The Alakazam smirked at this. The child had a fear of other human beings, but only because when he was still in school, he was more often then not bullied by the other children because he was smaller than the rest, and what many humans would call a "nerd." That, and his parents would rarely let him go out and play in the snow with the other children because he was more sickly, and his mother was more afraid of her son catching a cold and dying from it, even though he would not. It would have been good for him, the possibility was. Staying inside most all of the time thus furthered his studies, making him even more of a target to bullying and such things. Of course, only the Phsycic type knew of most of these things.

"Al, Alakazam Kazam Al Alakazam, Kazam. Alakazam, Al Ala Alakazam Kazam Kazam."

"Aw, I was really hoping that they were to show us the way. You are not too sure your self.

At this, the boy's nose wrinkled. Oh, no, he wouldn't. Would he?

"You wouldn't, would you?" the green-eyed boy spoke his mind, nose wrinkled as he clutched his bag closer to himself.

To his dismay - and fright - the Alakazam smirked before suddenly disappearing, Matt's guess that he was going to confront the trio. Okay, sure, so Matt hadn't a clue of where he or his Pokemon were going as the moment passed. But hey, who could blame him? He was a new trainer in a new region with no sense of knowledge of it. Could you blame him? So, as the Pokemon appeared in front of the probable unsuspecting trio, saying his name in greeting as Matt gave a call, now dashing towards them in case Para had startled them - which was probably the case - and before he had to talk a little too much. This was probably a lesson form the Pokemon, with luck.

Sometimes, he just wish he could rid him self of his favorite Pokemon.

(Found out here that Alakazams can use Telepathy. Please don't kill me!! XD

[Layla Ashley Douglas]

Psiana found the little game to be more fun than ever. Her tail swung with the beat, her “Prriiii~” . Typo smiled, her pokemon were happy. That’s all that really mattered. She needed to make sure that as long as her Pokemon were happy and healthy, winning and losing weren’t that big. Yeah, a good number of losses will come your way. However, if you keep going strong and living life, happiness will come your way. Layla knew that people had to live and it would come to them. Happiness and Pokemon that meant the world to them. It was scary and at the same time, all to real to her. She was in the elite four, her pokemon some of the strongest she knew.

She knew they had weaknesses, she knew they had faults, but she loved them all the same. She jumped at the chance to battle but tried her best to know when to give up. She wasn’t the best. She never will be, because she could reach the best, but someone would come along eventually to take it away from her. She was much to lazy to deal with that, and rather just kinda, do what she needed to do. Be a good friend and family to whoever needed it, and raise happy, healthy, and bright pokemon. Pokemon were her life now, breeding, raising, training, battling, and just living life.

She remembered the small horrors she faced in life, but people had worse. The female had no reason to act so dull, she wanted everyone to be happy. No matter what. If people were happy, no one would have to cry. She knew this was a naïve and childish view, but she liked that young view quite well. Typo smiled wider. She knew there would be strife. War. Battles. Evil organizations. But it was life. It was hope to live as a strong trainer. Layla worked hard to get where she was. She wanted to see the real people instead of the fake, high-and-mighty, younglings who just got their starter pokemon like it was the greatest.

All pokemon should be given a chance to be strong. Live their best. Catch the young in your trap to only make them weaker was a shame. If wild pokemon were stronger, why were they captured? Why were they raised? The legends she heard so much about? They were strong pokemon on their own. Typo knew that the reason they were so rare were because they were so strong. They knew when to come and to stay away to preserve their legacy to the curious humans, but at the same time, stay far enough away for a chase. Layla came to this conclusion a long time ago.

She thought the Legendaries, at least most of them, liked the chase. What fun was it being a all powerful pokemon without screwing some minds? Continuing with her dance, she thought more on this subject. It seems weird and a little stupid, but it was honestly true. The Legendaries were probably just bored. No one could live in solitude without at least once wishing for someone to talk to them, be their friends. No one. Typo smiled, twirling, humming a new song, a bouncy one she heard a long time ago. It was actually a extremely sad song, but it was so bouncy and heart-touching she couldn’t forget it.

She wasn’t going to sing it of course, Layla thought her voice was horrible. Continuing in her dance and smiling, she hummed it happily, much to the discouraging glare from the Houndoom behind her. Eve wished the two would just stop that. The brooding dark type rolled it’s eyes again as Layla looked back. She beamed her smile to him, and he just snorted quietly. Eve was always the serious one, well besides Midnight. She had briefly thought calling out the little fretful dark type, but….the little one probably wouldn’t dance with her sister…cousin…that still confused her. Typo blinked quickly. What did they all characterize themselves as? Brothers and Sisters? Nieces and Nephews?

Layla pushed them out of her head, it was too confusing for her purple-haired head. She missed the simple days. However, that really wasn’t that bad to move on from. She learned a lot, and now had the best human family and Pokemon family in her opinion. Typo didn’t mind the battles, the constant yelling and crying if someone lost, but most had the dignity to leave peacefully and sometimes even thank her for the battle. That had to be on e of her pet peeves. Not being thanked for a battle.

The female wondered if that was everyone, but she supposed not, or they would realize how annoying it was. She remembered a pink haired girl who controlled cute little normal types. She was strong, she had to be get the eight gym badges, but she cared little about her pokemon. More on winning. It disgusted her slightly. A quick battle with Eve, Midnight, and Bubble, and she left in tears, sobbing about how the world was out to get her.

Typo sighed, wondering why some had to deal with that. Most of the trainers that she had beaten on her travels were much nicer to her. Thanks for battles, sometimes they would even help heal her Pokemon with potions and the like. Most times, if her Espeon had damaged a pokemon badly, she would offer a Full Restore or a Revive to help out. Trainers stared at her sometimes, wondering if it was a trick, and some would smile and thank ‘her so much’. More trainers needed to exist like that. Layla was probably being too judgmental though.

She could learn. She could teach. Typo wasn’t stupid by any means, she knew when she was outmatched and beaten, but sometimes her pride showed up and decided to be a pain. Unless the trainer who defeated her was cruel, she had only left two battles without thanking someone. She didn’t regret either one. Layla hummed, Psiana now hopping-skipping-bouncing besides her, the Espeon seemed generally amused with the life around her.

Eve suddenly let out a snarling bark. Both the females stopped and turned towards the dark type. Typo was the second one to realize it was something coming their way. Psiana was the first, jumping in front of her trainer. “Priiii!” The psychic type warned the clueless trainer. “What the heck is going on!?” Typo yelped. As the Pokemon appeared in her vision she gave a short loud noise of surprise that sounded eerily like a kicked dog as Eve moved forward threateningly. She sputtered for a second, her blue eyes staring at the new arrival.

“Woah! Eve! Calm down! It’s got to be a trainer’s pokemon!" Eve didn’t seem to mind as he bared his teeth threateningly. “Eve! Stand down! Psiana! Stand down!” Layla ordered, (She won’t admit that she still sounded shaky.) The two stepped backwards, but still stared warily at the Alakazam who popped up in front of her. She hoped to god, that it wasn’t like Joker. …The female didn’t need to be hit in the head with spoons today for a ‘wake up call sleepyhead~’ when she was perfectly awake.

…She might resent Joker a little for that.

Typo blinked and offered a nod of her head. “Nice to meet you…uh….do you need help?” She asked curiously. The trainer had no idea why on earth a powerful Pokemon would just pop up to her, but…Joker did much worse. Crazy thing. She might have a little grudge because not two days earlier, she woke up to a cardboard bug on her bed, and the oh so great trainer screamed like a little girl and tried to hide under Eve.

…Who was obviously still confused.

Eve gave a glance to the female trainer before snorting. Did he have to be so broodingly silent? He just made half grunts with his name sometimes. The oddest thing was Midnight, the most introverted in the whole group, talked more. The thought made her smile slightly. Layla learned that the small little Umbreon was just scared…not hateful or anything like that just scared. Eve was different though…she didn’t pity him. He grew into a stronger Pokemon, and he knew that he had people who loved him.

Which reminded her…was this going to be a battle? Or was something else going to happen? Typo turned to the side, thinking she heard a call. She shook her head, her purple hair bouncing slightly. “My name is Layla Ashley Douglas…people just call me Typo. This is Eve,” She pointed to the Houndoom who gave a snort of a ’hello’ to the psychic stranger. “And this is Psiana.” Layla introduced. …Alakazams were psychic right? So they could read minds…she suspected that’s how Joker decided to rig the shower…she held a grudge and next time she would hug the evil little creature she would squeeze him …nice….and…tight…

Typo mused that the Alakazam had to be strong. After all, he was a evolved stage. He had to at least have levels, and even after all that, if he was with a trainer, that trainer had to be around here somewhere…a wild pokemon like that doesn’t just show up! If they did, it would be a lot easier to catch them. Typo gave a mental chuckle. This was going to be fun.

(XD No it sounds awesome! Thanks for the link!)

[Matthew Anderson]

"Alakazam."

The Phsycic Type's first word was that as he managed to use Teleport to jolt in front of the trainer. Far enough ahead to not be beaten with anything just in case she happened to have something in her hands, though close enough for her to at least hear the Pokemon if he had the chance to say something. Though nothing more than his name, none the less, since it was more rare for him to use telepathy on someone he had yet to know rather than someone he did. That, and it was sometimes entertaining to make others think that Matt knew how to speak Pokemon. Either that, or if the Alakazam decided not to say his name whistle he spoke, though just spoke through thought, someone else may call the young boy crazy. Then again, the boy really never wanted friends, correct? Yes, he did believe that was the deal there.

Of course, the Pokemon stood still enough as both the Houndoom and the Espeon that the girl owned stood in a threatening stance, the Houndoom jolting ahead viscously as if it were some attack dog the police force used to run down criminals on the escape. The Alakazam barely flinched, merely letting it's arms dangle with it's spoons clutched tightly. For a moment, Paranormal thought of using Protect - or something close to that, as Matt could recall to it as - for the Fire and Dark Type seemed to want to kill the Phsycic type standing merely a few feet away from it's trainer, though the girl was able to get the two to calm down. Phsycic-Type moves weren't very effective against a Dark-Type like Houndoom anyway, so a battle would not have been the best choice for the Alakazam.

“Nice to meet you…uh….do you need help?”

The girl had said such when she smiled at the Phsycic-Type, instantly getting the brand of possibly overly-friendly from the possibly taller being. Than again, a lot of trainers seemed more than friendly now a days. A lot had come through Snowpoint whistle the Phsycic-Type lived there, and many seemed more friendly than they used to back when the Pokemon had battled in it's own roles back when his current trainer did travel around and fought in the Gyms. Then again, he often did not listen to the man, there fore he often then less did not battle. Unless, of course, it was with another of his Pokemon, and the Psy Pokemon only battled with them to sometimes start trouble, often going off and meditating during the heat of the fighting between other Pokemon to look as if he had done nothing wrong.

Entertainment.

"Al, Alakazam," the Pokemon responded as the girl introduced herself and her Pokemon. They seemed friendly enough. Or, yet again, the girl did. The Espeon seemed calmer now that she knew possibly that the Alakazam was not a threat. However, Para still had nerves for the Houndoom, for the Pokemon seemed yet to lay off that his trainer was not going to get hurt. Of course, he would have felt the same if both he and boy were in the same situation, none the less. Speaking of the boy.... "Alakazam."

The Pokemon partly mused as it spoke, his eyes averting to the side on cue to notice his trainer, jogging up to the taller being - all without a notice of the other three - panting slightly. When the boy stopped, he bent over partly, his hand grasping his thighs for support. Of course, the boy has asthma, and normally had to use an inhaler. But of course, he didn't have to run. It wasn't as if the Pokemon was suddenly going to leave him, right? Then again, if the Pokemon were to run away, he would not be able to be caught since he was already somebody else's Pokemon, so to speak if he was not released. But, of course, the Pokemon would do no such thing. Well, not yet, anyhow.

When the boy was able to catch his breath, his heart still beating hard against his chest, the ten year old stood up, putting his bag to slightly behind his back as he adjusted his glasses to see better, perhaps. Now he spoke, still amazingly not speaking to the girl and her Pokemon.

"Did you - really have to - do that?" the boy breathed heavily, referring to the Alakazam teleporting away from him and intupting the girl. Matt was always the one who never liked the distract someone from something they were doing, weather it be important or not. Than again, that excuse could just be for the fact that the boy was never good with humans, and a good excuse to try and stay away from them if they looked to be doing something that made them look busy. Well, sometimes, anyway.

"Al, Ala Alakazam. Kazam, Alakazam Al, Ala Alakazam.

"I know you were lost. I thought the girl would be able to help us to the woods quicker, right?

The boy jumped as the Pokemon spoke - or really thought - to him, making him blink and grab to adjust his glasses yet again. It was a habit for him to do so when he was either embarrassed, scared, or confused at something he either heard, saw, or sought after. In this case, heard. He must have forgotten that the girl was there or something when he scattered to go and get his Pokemon whom had so harmlessly teleported away to go find help, which wasn't surprising, since more often than not his mind was filled more with the memories of more "logical" thing rather than what he had just seen.

"The .... girl?" he first asked in question towards the Pokemon before he realized that the Pokemon the was right, and that he had indeed forgot about the girl he had been so afraid to approach. Of course, when he turned to look first confusingly at the girl, he jumped almost ten feet before turning towards both her and her Pokemon - an Espeon and a Houndoom, right? - his head down slightly, his cheeks turning a little red. "Oh, I-I, um, I, erm," he tried to stutter out, his fright for humans starting to set in slightly. Though, he wasn't that stupid - or, let's hope not - and at least tried to make out a sentence, Paranormal rolling his eyes slightly. "S-sorry i-if my Po-kemon frightened y-you," he stuttered out in apology. "H=he thought I need h-help getting to Shrouded Woods."

Probably more than just that the Psy Pokemon thought to him self, rolling his eyes slightly as he tried not to speak for his trainer, knowing that he needed to get over his little "fear" of them anyways. Though he had his thoughts about whacking the boy upside the head with one of his spoons.

Hey, they were hard, you know.

[Layla Ashley Douglas]

Sighing quietly, Typo knew this was going to be a long day. Eve again gave a grunt as his tail slowly wrapped around her leg as a small order to get her to stay still. At first, the tail seemed slick and furry, but then the tip showed the bone, and the bit at the end seemed thick and made of bone. It was a strange feel, at first to Layla. The trainer remembered the first time she met the little Houndour. The dog-like pokemon seemed so happy...so loving. No matter if his parents didn't care for him. But she was now his mom, and she would take care of him. Leaning her left hand down, she smoothed it down his neck, feeling the coarse fur staying strong through her fingers. At her touch, Eve seemed to stop snarling, and tightened his grip with his tail.

The Houndoom gave a wary glance towards the Psychic pokemon, but sat down, his tail still wrapped around the female trainer's leg. Kneeling down, Typo gave a short hug to his broad neck. "Thank you Eve." She whispered to him, tightening her grip for a second before letting go. The Dark-Fire pokemon gave a small snort of appreciation and gave her cheek a quick poke with his nose. "Eve!" She laughed slightly, feeling the small bone like collar around his neck. That was oddly like bone as well. The little skull on the front was literally suctioned to the dog Pokemon's fur.

Psiana took her attention next, still moving to be in front of the female trainer, as if to make sure they were always in the line of fire. "Priii..." She uttered softly. "Psiana calm down. I'm sure it has a good reason for popping up...hopefully it's trainer will show up soon." Psiana nodded softly, the gem on her head shining oddly in the light. "It's alright." Her right hand slipped limply, hitting the ground roughly, and she didn't notice. Her left hand slid down the thin base of the Psychic pokemon's head. Her bright purple eyes hardly blinked, as she focused on the right arm of the trainer.

"Prii! Prii!" She whined softly, poking the unresponsive arm. Typo jumped slightly. "Whoops. Thank you." Picking up her right wrist she settled it on her legs with her left arm. It didn't hurt or anything, but she didn't want to seem odd to the other pokemon. Layla needed to always make a good impression, especially to such a strong pokemon and it's trainer. She didn't want to come off as weak. "Yes Yes. I got it. Thank you Psiana." The Espeon nudged the trainer's shoulder further in, then accompanied by a small nose nudge from the Psychic.

"I'm not dying am I?" She asked dryly amused. "Prii! Prii!" The Espeon shouted. "Fine!" She laughed loudly. "I won't joke like that!" Rubbing Psiana's nose, she stood up, her right hand swinging to the side enough to just hang limply. "See! It's nice! It greeted you. Nice to meet you Mister Alakazam!~"

Not seconds later, what she guessed was it's trainer stumbled out of the bushes. Typo's blue eyes immediately scanned over the small trainer. His glasses, the small stature. He was a young trainer...probably just starting out...but that couldn't be true, that Alakazam obviously needed a strong trainer. Her eye twitched slightly, but she said nothing until he turned around and saw her.

Opening her mouth to say hi, she blinked surprised as he about flew ten feet up in the air. Figuratively of course, but the notion made her a little wary. Was the trainer scared of her? He was obviously fine with the pokemon, so it must be her...did she make a bad impression already?! Typo hoped not. She smiled kindly as the boy stuttered his way to explaining himself. She didn't want to seem fake, but she wanted to make sure he knew she was kind.

"Ah, no. Your Alakazam startled me a little, but I have one of my own! They get a little...Teleport happy sometimes. My name is Layla, but I go by Typo. Nice to meet you. This is Eve," She pointed to the Houndoom, who looked more curious now at the newcomer. "This is Psiana." She pointed to the Espeon, to of course, introduce and recap.

Layla gave a kind and warm smile, her left hand lifting up as a friendly gesture of friendship. The trainer was too far away, but it was a nice gesture at least. "The Shrouded Woods are just up ahead, we're going there ourselves. It's nice to see so many people going that way!~" She laughed happily. "I thought I might get lost. But if people are coming and getting through, it can't be that hard right?" Her blue eyes smiled along with her.

"May I ask your name? You don't have to tell me of course!" She corrected herself, her left arm awkwardly bending behind her head, rubbing it in a nervous tick. "I don't mean to pry at all. I'm sorry if I did." Typo apologized. "Priii! Prrii!" Espeon chirped, standing on her hind legs, leaning her paws against Typo's hip.

"That's right Psiana~" Layla praised. "Friends are good~ It makes the journey more fun!"

[Matthew Anderson]

Well, she seemed nice enough. Well, at least from what the Alakazam thought. He seemed a bit more calm, though still seemed slightly afraid, probably by the possibility that the Houndoom might suddenly attack him out of no where. The girl seemed to have him under control, to be fair enough. It wasn't as if it were trained to suddenly lash out and bite people and the things like that, possibly like Team Rocket or Team Galactic might train their Pokemon to do. They were really rotten scoundrels, the lot of 'em. Even Matthew had to agree with things that like, he wasn't the kind of person to hate on others, no matter what they did. Kind of funny how a boy whom had no connect to human beings, and never could start a conversation one with another of his kind with either running off or forgetting to speak, and yet he could forgive and forget so quickly. Sigh, some things....

Matt perked up slightly when the girl mentioned that she had an Alakazam. Hm, we at least he wasn't the only one whom possibly had a Pokemon that was too open minded. Or, at least Para was a bit more annoying in his own smartical, "lets go say hi" little Teleporting ways. Matt could not really describe the Pokemon. Though the boy could tell the the girl probably did have a found part for Phsycic types, seeing as how she had a friendly-looking Espeon beside her. Matt, having always taking interests in Phsycic types, thought that an Espeon would be a better "part" to his team. They were often caring and protective of their trainers, as well as having the ability to sense air currents and sometimes read the movements of their opponet. Yeah, so Matt was a know it all. So what?

Got a problem?

Typo seemed like a strange nick name for a girl, really. Did she have computer problems? Matt almost flinched at the thought, thinking that Paras would whack him upside the head for thinking something like that. Out of all of the Pokemon he could have chosen to "borrow" from his parents to use whistle he started out on his journey, he just had to choose the one that could read minds. He could have chosen Toxic or something, but no[/]i, he just had to choose the mind reader. Then again, Para was the one whom would listen to him more than any of the other Pokemon, mostly because they would like to try and actually put up a challenge for him, and would have actually made sure that he became a trainer, and not a scientist. Yeah, that was them for ya.

Of course, when the girl - Typo - raised her hand to perhaps shake it with Matt's, the boy shied away, even though he would have had to make an effort to walk over there and shake it anyway. The only thing that stopped him from turning and running is what felt like a hand grasping something and gently keeping him in place. Of course, out of all of the other Pokemon, Paranormal would be - or rather is - the only one who will not let him back down from something. Especially if someone else is heading the same way he is, such as Typo said that she was heading to the Shrouded Woods, too. How ironic, right? Matt was almost sure that the Pokemon had set this all up before he caught up to him. Was he really that paranoid? Apparently he was, because he jumped when the girl asked him his name, though apologize for "prying."

"M-my, uh, name?" the boy repeated, again adjusting his glasses even though he this time did not need to. Matt was almost going to possibly fake his name or something of the sort, when he of course he felt a thump on his back. Yeah, again, he abosolutly was starting to hate Pokemon that could read minds. Matt blinked almost angrily before speaking, taking in a slight gulp. "M-my name's M-Matt," he stuttered slightly, though less than he he had been before.
"A-and t-that's P-Paranormal." He had nodded towards his Pokemon when he said it's name.

"Alakazam," the Phsycic type said with a nod, before looking down to his "trainer." "Al, Alakazam."