Head to the lab

As eager as you are to start your journey, you know that you need to complete one of the most basic and important things there is.

That's, of course, getting your first Pokemon.

With that in mind, you head towards Prof. Oak's lab with a good idea of which one you want.

As you open the door, the sounds of science at work greet you. The professor always seems to have three or four things going on at a time, and it makes slipping around the large amount of assistants and visiting professors a hassle. You aren't sure, but you could swear at least one of them managed to grab your ass. Maybe after this, he or she might be a little more daring...

You spot Blue leaning against a wall after you got through the gauntlet, and notice his not-too-subtle ogle of your body as you approach. "Red." He's been a good friend, and a better rival, but he has this weird thing about you. It's not an obsession, or being possessive, or even being a stalker, but he likes to know about you. The four or five times the two of you fucked probably got him this way, but the chat you had with him seemed to set him straight.

You're interrupted from your inner musings as Prof. Oak enters from a side room, carrying what you recognize as three Poke'balls. "Ah, Red, Blue. Excellent timing." He remarks as he carefully sets down his cargo. "I've registered your licenses, and set up your accounts with a decent starting amount. Red, your mother wanted me to tell you she added a little something extra to yours, and I did the same to yours, Blue. All you need to do now is choose which will be your starting Pokemon."

"Go ahead, Red. I can wait." How nice of him. He just wants the type advantage.

You approach the table, and the digital displays of the Pokemon within the red and white spheres.