<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/rfqXdUk.png)</div><hr/><hr/>There was something frightening about Professor Oak and Emma looked away as the character stuttered its words out. There was no time to think about the predicament before Nasrin grabbed a hold of her. Emma's eyes were wide and startled, but she returned Nasrin's grip as if to reaffirm that yes, she's real, and listens politely.<br/><br/><strong>"Seventh win...?"</strong>the words fall from her lips as Nasrin steps back, but before she can question further, she's called to select her Pokémon. The creatures were cute. Did it matter which one she chose? She hoped not; she wouldn't be making an informed decision that weighed the pros and cons of each little battle companion - she didn't know anything about them! She decided to commit to a arbitrary choice, going for the Squirtle.<br/><hr/><hr/>