Here is the Start-Up of Dawn. Your information will also be stored here.
Map of the Aviore Region
As the early morning mist settled in, the sun peaking over the far horizon; multiple people lined outside of a large skyscraper, each with their own looks. Some nervous, some ecstatic; some completely blank, some annoyed.
Each individual sported different postures.
All as different as the Pokemon they were to receive.
As the Trainers finished receiving their Pokemon, they looked down at their young companions with hope and wonder. Where to next?
However, not all was finished. Eight Trainers, all waiting eagerly for their companions, stood in line last. They had made it late to the giveaway of the Starter Pokemon. They could only hope that their choices weren't fresh out.
And as they stepped forward; their names were called out individually.
"Leroy Dawson, please come and receive your Tangela!" ((@Buoysel.))
"Jason Wolf, please come and receive your Charmander!" ((@jasonwolf))
"Eli Nicaels, please come and receive your Miltank!" ((@Kona-Chan))
"Sunny..." that was the only name on the board. "Er... Sunny! Please, come and get your Duskull!" ((@sithlord-Haxie))
"Aaron Swift! Please come and receive your Petilil!" ((@-Glory Blaze-))
"Skye Rodgers! Please come and receive your Rufflet!" ((@Stellar Haze))
"Brandon Hughes! Please come and receive your Kricketot!" ((@Metabee))
"Dagmar Manili! Please come and receive your Riolu!" ((@Donyor))
All of their Pokemon were to be supplied. However, they couldn't leave. No, not yet.
First, there was to be a speech from the Prime Minister, himself. The Minister was the entire backbone of the Pokemon Mass Training Operation. The Pokemon all 60 of the Trainers received today were powerful. They were taught moves that would normally take years to master. They were given abilities that would be normally extensively difficult for them to obtain.
They were the top percentage of Pokemon. Now, it was up to the Trainers on how they would treat them.
And now, as these Trainers were given their gifts; some standing near the large stage couldn't help but feel uneasy...
And they rightfully should have; if the figure watching them from the large clocktower had anything to say about it.