Aries

Misty and Kai

"Halt! You must provide identification to proceed!" A teal-haired policewoman held her hand out to stop him at the gate area of the city. Ash stared blankly at her, while she relaxed and continued to speak. "Pokemon Thieves have been spotted and we do not want anymore!"

Ash continued to look confusedly at her, while the officer smiled at him and spotted his Pokedex on his belt, pointing at the red square. "May I have that?"

"Uh...Sure?" Ash laughed off the nervousness that bubbled in his chest, fumbling with the device as he passed it to the policewoman who pressed a button on the side. The Pokedex beeped. "I am Dexter. I serve as Ash Ketchum's official identification and trainer card. If found, please return to Professor Oak."

The officer scrutinised the Pokedex, before shrugging and handing the red device back to him. "Have a nice time in Viridian City."

Ash strolled through the city, glancing at Dratini's Pokeball a few times. He walked to a park area he had found- a few trees and some grass weren't exactly the height of beautiful green areas in the world, but his options were pretty limited. He sat down on one of the cold steel benches that were firmly planted into the dirt and released the small blue dragon type. He pointed his Pokedex at Dratini.

"It is born large to start with. It repeatedly sheds its skin as it steadily grows longer. This Dratini is Male."

"Hello.." Ash waved to the small worm who looked up with a brimming excitement in his eyes. His tail flicked and swayed like a Yamper's might before the Dratini tackled Ash in the chest. Pinwheel hung over Ash's shoulder lazily, chuckling to itself.

"Ash!" The Dratini trilled in excitement. Ash, who had been looking slightly confused for a bit, suddenly snapped his finger in realisation. Of course. If that random (famous, apparently) dragon trainer had caught Rosa- his little brother Kai would have come along for the ride. Probably willingly, if he was to throw any bets on it.

"Kai?" Ash replied. The Dratini gave a vigorous nod to Ash's excitement, as he gently patted Kai on the back before returning his new reunited friend. He still had to go to the local Pokemon Center, of course- something Oak had insisted both he and Gary knew about before they had left for their journeys. Even though Ash was new to the small town of Pallet, they certainly aimed to make him feel at home, for better or for worse.

He walked to the building, staring at the doors for a long time. They were shut, with no visible handle. Maybe they were push to open, but normally they labelled that? Ash looked at them, feeling slightly frustrated as he still couldn't quite figure it out.

He wasn't exactly familiar with cities, and his few memories of being in them were of Fusube- or Blackthorn, he reminded himself, where the old-fashioned historical nature of the city meant ordinary doors were far more common, and being around Pallet, and the most modern building was Oak's Lab.

His Pikachu snorted and stepped up to them as they opened automatically, sliding apart to make way for the mouse.

Well, now he just felt plain stupid.

Ash made a small 'o' with his face, before walking to the Nurse at the counter. She was all smiles, he noted. Pink hair in two pigtails in a white outfit that he had seen once or twice before when those nurses had strayed from the Pokemon Center. He placed Pikachu onto the tray set out for him, and Kai's pokeball. He mentally thanked the fact that Oak explained a couple of the standard Trainer things most people need to know before he and Gary dared to step one step away from Pallet. "Can you look after my Pokemon, please?"

Nurse Joy smiled and nodded as her Chansey lifted the tray carefully. "Your Pokemon will be safe with us!"

He walked over to the seating area. It wasn't anything special- just a few mossy green booths with some coffee tables and magazines on training, battling and the odd one on contests strewn across the cedar tables. He took a long sigh and relaxed as much as he could allow himself to as another trainer sat beside him. She had orange hair tied into a side ponytail and wore a yellow t-shirt under some red suspenders that connected to some denim shorts. Her hair was contorted in a way that suggested, quite plainly, anger.