Adalia waltzed into town with her head held high, secretly freaking out at the amount of pokemon that were currently occupying the streets. She absolutely abhorred large crowds. It always made her feel distraught and helpless, especially when she was alone. Adalia was used to traveling in a pack with her fellow Houndoom companions, yet the matter at hand would not have been happening if she still had her group.

It was a headstrong and foolish thing for her to do. Every time she looked back she was shrouded with regret. If only her pride wasn't so swelled, she would have never challenged the leader. She would have never lost. . . . She would have never been banished.

But here she was, trying to make a new life for herself. Perhaps find a new niche, a place to belong. Adalia scoffed. Like friends came that easily. Maybe it would be wise to brush up on her skills. Yes, that would make sense. The hell hound scanned her surroundings for a suitable place to train. Her gaze fell upon a dojo. "Perfect," she whispered to herself. If she could just knock out a few weaklings it would be easy to pave herself a grand reputation, and maybe find some recognition with the town's guild leaders. A wide smirk sliced her red muzzle as she strode to the dojo doors. But, of course, something annoying had to happen.

A young Chikorita blindly barreled into her front legs. With a pecha berry still in it's mouth it slowly raised it's head, eyes wide in shock. Adalia couldn't help but involuntarily growl. The young grass type's bright red eyes began to water. A pit dropped in Adalia's chest. "Great, now all I need is an angry parent," she thought to herself. As if on cue, she could see a Meganium storming up to her. "You!" the angry mother exclaimed shrilly. "How dare you make my little baby cry!"

The young one ran behind it's agitated mother, tears still welling out of the sides of it's eyes. Meganium glowered at the hound, obviously waiting for a response.

"Look lady, your brat ran into me," Adalia snarled, getting nose to nose with the grass-type. "You're lucky that he's still in walking order. . . . Actually," she exposed her fangs to make even more of an impact, her voice raising ever so higher with each word spoken. "You should thank Arceus that I don't reduce you to a pile of ash right here!"
The Meganium was about to try to retort, but she was too intimidated by the look in the Houndoom's eye. So, she fled (well, more like cowered away) with her son. She looked over her shoulder as she walked away and uttered, barely audibly, "Sorry for the trouble, miss."

Adalia sighed and looked around. Many were making hushed whispers and looking into her direction. She felt hot with embarrassment. She had made such a scene. She just couldn't help herself. That mother was so annoying, it wasn't even her fault. Her embarrassment quickly morphed into agitation. She was now very eager to work off some steam in the dojo.

So once again, she headed to her destination hoping that nothing else would go awry.

ALARICVENTORY:
"Crush!"

"Kill!"

"Destroy!"

"Aaaaaah!" A scared Alaric is seen running around the dojo, crying and being chased by a few Sandshrew and Geodude. Scratched by those moles trhat got near enough, and smashed by peebles from far away. This is not my day! is everything the crying yellow mouse could think to himself between yelps of pain. Rika over there was enjoying quite a spectacle. This dumb Plusle thought that training was a matter of laugh and now he's paying for it. He's just as clueless and clumsy as those following him around -or maybe it's a she? Y'know, since he's yelling like a girl and stuff. Ah, children, it is always delightful to watch their butts being kicked.

There is only one thing Alaric can do in a situation like this: crying. Crying like there won't be a tomorrow, which admittedly won't if he keeps being attacked like this. Throwing himself at a side after he ceased running, tears begins to stream down his face, along loud sobs and yelps of pain. This has to work, this HAS to work!

"Oh, no little buddy, don't cry!" The first of many Sandshrew begin, scratching his head with his paws in nervousness, trying to figure out what to do to clam the little Plusle, the puddle of tears forming under him, and the stares of people walking nearby, "Here," he grabs as many Geo Pebbles as he can from the ones lying around, which were previously hurled towards the Plusle, "You can hit us with these!"

Amidst sobs Alaric wipes his tears and take one of the pebbles, holding it close to his face just to return to his crying, "I don't have where to put these!" He drops the pebble and cradles his head in his hands, returning to his crying.

"Wait!" A Geodude of broken voice interrupts with haste, regretting how they apparently made the kid cry, and takes his own satchel tied to his back, and grants it to Alaric, "Here, you can use this, it's empty, tho, so..."

Alaric's face leaves his stubby hand-thing shelter and is redirected to the satchel that the Geodude holds in the air. Lotto! he thinks to himself, wide smile inside, tears on the outside, he slowly takes the satchel with trembling moved, placing it next to the Geo Pebbles and slowly placing them inside. One. Two.

Geodude and Sandshrew both show a wide smile upon seeing how the mouse's tears are slowly fading away.

Four. Five.

Behind them, a group of nervous Pokémon sigh. They're sure that they would've gotten into a lot of trouble if the Plusle hadn't stopped crying.

Seven. Eight.

Rika watches from the background, disconcerted, and not willing to buy what Alaric is selling. Fake Tears. And these fools don't even realize it. What else is the Plusle species known for, then. She should step in and break his show. But then again the buttkick that is about to follow might be interesting. She decided on crossing her arms and stare at Alaric, waiting for his next move as he finishes placing the pebbles in the satchel. Nine. Ten. Alaric stands up and, with help of Sandshrew he wraps the satchel to his back with the rope that Geodude use to keep it tied to him before giving it to Alaric. A perfect fit. Alaric smiles in joy and turns around to see and test the satchel. The opening of it is close enough to his stubby arms so retrieving the pebble will be easy task, plus there's another rope ready to close the satchel whenever needed to. With the leather of the satchel of just one pocket snugging his back, Alaric turn to face the group of Pokémon that were happy as can be just by seeing him happy. Alaric's face expression soon turned into one of mischief. After causing disconcert between the Pokémon in front of him, he says "Thank you."

Rika smiles.

Alaric jumps and a yellow glow takes over his tiny tail in the form of a plus symbol. A ball of electricity forms by the time he reaches his highest point midair. Sandshre and Geodude do nothing but stare. Perfect, those fools didn't see it coming! With a maniacal laugh, Alaric sways to his side, spinning, and letting go of the sphere of electricity. The sphere soon hits all the Ground-types once before fading behind them. But they don't move, nor do they feel pain. Alaric falls into the ground, confused as an increasing anger takes over them. Rika laughs louder and tell him that "Ground types aren't affected by Electric moves, you numbnuts!"

"Uh-Oh..."

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A yellow dot is seen darting from the dojo, flying around for a bit before crashing in the middle of town, gathering the looks and laughs of those nearby. Alaric stands up after processing what had happened. He had been outsmarted, thrown outside the dojo and now he had tasted the grass. Stretching and trying to wipe as much dirt as possible from his self, failing to do so at all, he bgins to speak to himself.

"mumble muble Dumb Weavile mumble mumble, at least I got this satchel, mumble muble, but now I won't get that cow's apple!"

He sits in the ground, pouting like a little kid who had just been told that the fireplace is not a playground. He really, really, really wanted that apple! Making an expression of disappointment, he crosses his stubby arms and closes his eyes. Now what? Where will he get a Joy Seed?

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In The Bag:

The Gothorita looked as the man turned and managed to drop his apple perfectly into his open bag, making her look at him in awe. She wasn't capable of doing such a thing. When he started speaking, she snapped herself out of her "moment" to pay attention to him.

"Zat? You, are you asking zat is mine? Vyy, yes, of course, zat is mine!" he grinned, making her smile and feel rather warm inside. It felt good to make somebody smile. "I am glad you have bringen sie das shtone! It is... a fery shpecial-" he suddenly stops to burst into laughter. She was awfully confused, looking at herself to see if anything she was doing was funny in some way. "I'm sorry, I just... thanks," he switches accent, making it easier to understand. 'I actually like his regular voice... but he has his reasons, and I kinda find it funny too..,' she thought. "It's important to me."

The Scizor takes what's his, inspecting it. "Now, zee shtone is wan I brought vith me for sentimental purposes. It izz fery important- I got it a fery long time ago," he explained. Toko's arm dropped to her side, indulged in his voice. It's been a while since she's heard a story, and she was willing to stand to hear it.

She stood there, awaiting for him to say more. After a few seconds of silence, she noticed he must have spaced off, which is something she tends to do too.

"Eh, yes, yes, zank you fery much for getting me zis shtone! Vat is your name? Zen it vould be easier to address you, correct?" he suddenly said, catching her off guard. She blinks, thinking of what to say.

"Oh, my name?" she said, trying to think. "Oh! I forgot to introduce myself! So so sorry!" she bowed to him for a second before standing straight up. "My name is Toko, but if you like you can call me anything you want." She hoped her voice wasn't too low.​

"Greetings there! I do apologize for interrupting your conversation, but I am simply dazzled by that voluptuous stone that you possess there! I must know more about it!" a voice spoke, catching Toko's attention. "I simply must have a closer look of it! Would you care so much as to let me inspect it? I promise that no harm shall come of it."

She smiled, seeing as how another Pokemon joined the conversation. However the smile went away after she realized he had seen him before... but unfortunately she had only taken a glimpse of him many times and never really payed attention as to what he was doing or any of the sort. Maybe she could get to know him? She heard Gengars are fun and mischievous, but she's never really met one before...

"Oh um, hello there," she started, bowing quickly. "My name is Toko." She didn't want to forget introducing herself like she did with the Scizor.. so she might as well do it now. "I've seen you around a lot and never really payed attention to what... you were doing...," she trailed off, wondering what to say next. "What's your name? I'm actually kinda curious to know," she tried to put on her best smile and looked up. The fact the two Pokemon were much taller than her made me feel weak and small... but what could she do about it?​

ALARICVENTORY:
"Mine's Alaric." Said the Plusle in newly found joy to the newly met Snivy -Taido-. He was projecting a wide smile while pondering the soon-to-be-acquired apple from Milran the Miltank. He could already taste it. In fact, he was literally already gurgling unattractively over it. Realizing what he was doing, he recalled his waterfall of saliva back into the domains of his mouth. He now had a Joy Seed, and what's better, he got himself a very useful satchel with items already stored in it! Could it get any better than this? He doesn't seem to think so.

Back to the Snivy that had made his presence notable for him, he does seem to remember seeing him at some point. This Snivy had previously tried to reach Alaric before he entered the dojo, but he passed along by it without thinking he could be holding such treasure. He began to speak as the low cries of pain and what seemed to be a Pokémon yelling "Konzu" were heard near them, "Hey, Taido. I'm thinking of going to take some stuff out of the storage, and then I have to find someone in town," with bright puppy eyes pleading for company, he proceeded, "You want to join me, yes?"

If he had a Joy Seed, then he most likely was ahold something else of equal value. An apple, perhaps? We shall see...

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