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"well, at least it's not fuckin hideous." Kellan's words rang loud against the harbor, the crystal blue water creating a harmonies of crashing waves against the rocks. It was definitely not Kalos and had no signs of being anything resembling his hometown, Lumiose. The ranch spread across vibrant verdant landscapes and Kellan took every moment to soak the entirety of everything that he was seeing. His worn-out soles felt the loose rocks against the bottom of his heels, already knowing the uncomfortable feeling of poverty against his skin. Kellan had to put that part of him behind, the loud yells of people looking at him and their eyes shouting volumes that he wasn't good enough to make it in the world. However, Kellan knew he was a great pokemon trainer, and that was enough to fuel the flames of ambition to ricochet him forward from the cards that life had dealt him.

Lost inside of his own head for quite some tight, his feet followed the pack as he saw flocks of pokemon he had never seen to very familiar grounds of Glameows stalking Fletchlings. He had never had a pokedex and a lot of his free time, albeit he'd never say this outloud, was at libraries learning how to distinguish one certain type of pokemon from the next. Shaking out of his deep thought, Kellan spotted the cottage that soon expanded to a large steel laboratory blinding him by the sun's reflections.  Knocking on the door, he entered confidently looking around quickly with a smug look on his face. "Eyyyyyyyyyyyy." He called out, his hand clutching onto the letter/ticket that announced him as one of the privileged "trainers".