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Juno

Age 28
Female
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8.7 Years


5-1: A Crossroads


🌲 Route 110, Ranger Station (South) 🕙 Oct. 2nd, Evening

"Marcella? Marcella! Heeey! Hey! Over here!"

Perking up at the sound of a man's voice, she scans the area for whomever is calling to her. She'd seen a fair few hikers and other campers along the way so far, but no more than a passing "hi" was usually exchanged, and certainly nobody knew her by name.

Is... is it over? She thinks to herself hopefully. Maybe she'd somehow made it closer to Mauville than she thought; that's the only place nearby she would have run into someone she knows. It's not... quite civilization over here, but there is a structure of some sort, which tells her she's close to something resembling civilization. Probably. She approaches the energetic young man flailing his arms in the air, waving her over to the small building.

"Yes, hi! Hello!" She greets him with a big smile. He bounces on his heels, looking back at her expectantly, as if she should know why she was called over. Her smile wavers.

There's an awkward silence, but when she doesn't speak again, he takes his cue to keep the conversation going. "Ah, made your decision yet?" Marcella reflexively furrows her brows in confusion. What? "Route 110 or Mauport, I mean."

"Oh! I have been advised to take Route 110?" She voices it like a question—she understands all the words he's saying to her, but the situation is still not making sense yet. Who is he?

"Cool, cool—come, I'll get you set up right over here, don't you worry about a thing."

"Oh, thank you." She wouldn't have followed him otherwise, but as they approach the building, she can see the signage declaring it the 'Southern Ranger Station', and through the windows she can see other rangers inside, so there's that, at least.

But at this point, the familiarity with which he is treating her is getting a little weird, especially since she does not recognize him at all. She was hoping her memory would be jogged as they interact, but she is drawing a complete blank. She didn't really want to ask, but for her sanity, she has to. "I am so sorry, but have we met before?"

"Nope!" He says cheerily as he makes his way over to a check-in point attached to the building and takes his place behind the desk. Looking up and noticing her baffled expression, he finally elaborates a bit more on the nature of their interaction. "Ah, Parker said a pretty tall girl with long brown hair will be coming through. So, looks like that's you!"

Ah. Ugh, she doesn't know about 'pretty' right now, self-consciously tucking a loose strand of hair back into her messy ponytail. If she knew she would be encountering people who were actually going to talk to her, she would have made a little effort to present herself better.

"Don't ask how many pretty tall women Dillon's flagged down before you arrived." Another ranger inside the station snickers. "You're lucky Cali got sent to the other station, she woulda reported you for misconduct or something."

Dillon just waves his hand dismissively as he shows her a series of texts.


So he did. She narrows her eyes at his comment about Route 110.

"Anyway, sorry if I freaked you out there, I just assumed Parker would have said something about someone waiting for you over here, but silly me to expect that of him." Dillon continues, putting his phone away. "O-kay! So, a quick rundown of what goes on here—no Poke Balls on the land bridge, empty or otherwise; if you want to bring your Pokémon with you, max is two and they gotta walk with ya. And absolutely no battling on the route." He fires the information at her rapidly, but she catches that she will have to hand over at least one of her Pokémon. A fairly easy decision to make, if they are going to be walking.

"Well, this one can't walk, so I will leave her with you." Marcella hands over Pearly's Luxury Ball, along with her empty ones.

"Why, what did you do to her?"

The accusation throws her off guard. "I—what? She's a Clamperl—"

"Just psyduckin' with ya." Dillon giggles, oblivious to Marcella's waning patience. He rolls the capsule around in his hands. "Ooh, Luxury. Fancy. Don't worry, she'll be in good hands. We'll return her right back to you at the northern station. Safe travels! Oh, and before I forget—" He disappears under the counter and pops back up shortly, holding something else.

"Oh, what are you doing?" Marcella wrinkles her nose and instinctively jerks away as he shoves the musty-looking canvas bag with a smiling Trubbish printed on it in her hands.

"Well, we're encouraged to, uh, encourage travelers to take one and help keep the bridge clean and tidy and all that."

Is he asking me to pick up garbage? After what I've already been through? "Oh, I—don't want to do that." She says a bit more bluntly than she was wanting to. She's tired and grumpy and had apparently used the last of her diplomacy and brainpower for the day trying to figure out what the hell was happening in the beginning of this conversation.

"Eh." Dillon shrugs. "Then use it to carry your supplies, store your snacks on the road, or you can put your Purrloin in it and tote it across the land bridge, I don't care—" Bijou perks up hopefully at this last suggestion as he continues to prattle on. "Purely optional if you want to do any of that or not, but just take the bag so nobody can say I didn't do my job, heh. Make sure it makes it back to the next station, please. Oh, and watch out for the creepy old new Mauville place."

"New... old... pardon?" Remarkably, Parker's friend seems to have the complete opposite problem that he does—this man sure says a lot without saying anything.

"Stay away from the creepy building, you won't miss it. I mean, you should miss it, but I mean like, you'll see it, just don't go in—"

"I think I got it. Thank you, Dillon."

With that, she hands the canvas bag off to Midas, who seems to appreciate it much more than she does, then heads through the gates with her cats in tow. She's already composing a strongly-worded text in her head for Parker the next time she switches her phone back on to ask what the hell he was thinking, assigning this complete scatterbrain to help guide her through the checkpoint.

It was already getting late when she had made it to the station, so they don't get very far before they have to set up camp again for the night. Although she's getting better at setting up the tent every time, it really is such a chore. Why did she get such a large tent again? Why didn't anyone stop her?

Oh, right.

Additionally, maybe it's just the exhaustion doing things to her, but she can't help feeling like something or someone is watching her as she sets up the campsite. Does fatigue cause paranoia? There's wild Pokémon all around, just as there were wild Pokémon around them on Route 103, but they largely felt like they were just minding their own business. This feels different, somehow. If it even is a Pokémon that's watching her. Or anything at all.

"Who's there?" She calls out cautiously.

No response. Of course not.

She feels stupid.

So she carries on with the rest of her night routine. She hadn't thought ahead to dinnertime when she was at the station, so now they don't have anybody to generate boiling water with. Not that she was about to haul the Clamperl through Route 110 anyway, but it looks like they are eating just jerky and trail mix for now.

"Yeah, bet you miss the soggy noodles now, huh?" She teases an unamused Bijou, tossing her a few more pretzels. "At least it's not raining tonight. You'll keep me company, right?" The Purrloin's been through it the last few days, and given how they came from the same cushy lifestyle, Marcella can empathize with her and why she has her little diva fits. But despite the hardships, the new experiences—good and bad—and the unsatisfactory menu, Bijou still jumps up onto the mattress to cuddle next to her trainer. Marcella smiles warmly, wrapping an arm around her.

Their peace is quickly disrupted by a loud squawk, followed by a yowling noise from Midas. The tent rustles as something knocks into it. Bijou bristles, and Marcella stands up. "What—" Her heart is beating fast, but she'd left her Meowth to play outside and she has to investigate. Opening the tent's entrance, a flurry of claws and feathers greet her as Midas tumbles in with a Pidove under him.

"Oh my god, up—get up!" She quickly pulls the Meowth off of the familiar grey bird. It ruffles its feathers indignantly, glaring at the both of them. "I am so sorry, it will never happen again. Please don't tell Brendan."

The Pidove's beady yellow eyes are still on her, but it drops the package it was holding at her feet before hopping out of the tent and taking flight. Marcella sighs, picking it up and putting it near her luggage without opening it. A false alarm, but the little run-in still startled the crap out of her and she just wants to sleep now. She'll check it out tomorrow.

At least that cleared up the mystery of what's been watching her.

Or so she thought. She was hoping the strange feeling from earlier would go away as she settles in, but it doesn't. As the day draws to a close and Marcella climbs into bed with Midas and Bijou flanking her, she falls into an uneasy slumber.

Party

BIJOU
Purrloin, F

Ability: Prankster


Sucker Punch
Fake Out
Sand Attack
Play Rough
Torment
Hone Claws


PEARLY
Clamperl, F

Ability: Rattled


Clamp
Water Gun
Whirlpool
Iron Defense
Scald
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MIDAS
Meowth, M

Ability: Technician


Pay Day
Scratch
Growl
Feint
Fake Out
-----



Inventory

WALLET: ₽6,200



KEY ITEMS


Fanclub Membership Card (Annual)
Contest Pass

HELD ITEMS


Silk Scarf ()
Safety Goggles ()

CONSUMABLES


Luxury Balls x 3
Lum Berry x 2
Razz Berry x 2
Sitrus Berry

MISC. GEAR


Medium-sized leather suitcase of clothes
Rotom Phone (Sky Blue)
Family-sized tent
Inflatable mattress
Inflatable stools x 2
Electric air pump
Binoculars
Small lidded pot
Unopened parcel from Brendan

Trainer Info



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Juno

Age 28
Female
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8.7 Years


5-2: Lurker


🌲 Route 110 🕙 Oct. 3rd, Morning

Sunlight trickles in through the half-zipped entrance of her tent, and Marcella opens her eyes as a new day begins. She looks around, bleary-eyed, taking in the state of her surroundings. Oh, right. I'm here. This is Route 110.

Midas had migrated to the floor at some point during the night—it was probably getting a little hot on the mattress with all of them on it. So with him over there and Bijou tucked under her arm, she and her three Pokémon are all accounted for.

Three.

I have three Pokémon. Pearly's at the station. She pieces together slowly as her groggy mind catches up with reality. She looks at the third Pokémon in her tent, sitting by her suitcase.

...That's not Pearly.

"H-hey..." Marcella draws herself up and calls out to the small, green figure. It jumps at the sound of her voice and whirls around, startled. The first thing she notices about it is the jade pendant hanging around its neck. Her jade pendant.

"Wait, are you... wearing my jewelry—who do you think you are?" She rubs her eyes as she moves closer, sounding a bit angry now as she makes her way over to her stuff.

Wide-eyed, the Pokémon turns to flee. As it moves away from her luggage, she can now see the full extent of the damage it had done. Some of the skincare products she had used the night before were pulled out of her toiletries bag, her jewelry case is, unsurprisingly, sitting wide open and the package from Brendan is also torn apart. It looks like it held a jar with translucent, golden liquid inside, but unless he'd sent her a container missing a quarter of its contents, it seems like this intruder had gotten its sticky hands in it as well.

But she can worry about that later. The Pokémon is running out of her tent now, still wearing her pendant.

"You—that's imperial jade, come back!" Fully awake now, Marcella heads after it. She glances back to see if her Pokémon would be of any help, but Midas and Bijou are just now stirring from the commotion. Oh, useless! She tsks at them before going after the intruder by herself.

The fresh, cool air outside greets her as she steps out. She looks around to get her bearings, but by the time she's located the little thief, the leaves on its head are already blending in with the tall grass around them. Marcella tries to give chase, but it quickly disappears from view.

A few minutes later, she gives up and returns to her campsite in a huff, not wanting to get lost. Before she can get too upset, though, she notices something shiny and green in the gravelly area just outside of her tent. In her haste to follow the Pokémon, she hadn't even noticed that the jade pendant had just been dropped here before it fled into the grass. Marcella picks it up to inspect it, lightly dusting the dirt off. Still in good condition. Thankfully scratch-free, but it must not have dropped a big enough distance to leave a mark since the lurker was so small in stature.

Hm. In any case, it seems theft wasn't the goal of the little green Pokémon after all, and it was genuinely just startled when she yelled at it. It just... wanted to try my things on?

What a strange little creature.

Back inside her tent, she shoots her Pokémon a look. "Thank you for your help, guys." She says sarcastically, and Bijou yawns while Midas shrugs indifferently, licking his paw. Not that they would have been able to do much, since there is apparently no battling allowed here, but she wonders if a case for 'self defense' could be made if they had fought in that situation. It came into her tent!

Sighing, she gets to work putting away the things the intruder pulled out, and packing up the rest of their supplies. When she gets to the jar from Brendan, she unscrews the top to get a whiff. Honey. She wonders if this is what drew the Petilil out. But she sensed its presence even before the Pidove scuffle, so it couldn't have been just that. Still, she screws the lid back on extra tightly and wraps it back up to be sure it doesn't attract any more unwanted wildlife for the time being.

Honey (¾-full jar) has been added to Marcella's inventory.

🌲 Route 110 🕙 Oct. 3rd, Noon

Petilil.

Marcella scrolls through the Pokédex as they traverse through the route, trying to narrow down the Pokémon from earlier based on its physical appearance. She's fairly certain it was a Petilil she encountered. A Grass-type. Evolves only using a special kind of stone. The leaves on its head can be boiled for a myriad of beneficial uses.

...Not that she's planning on finding the thing and plucking the leaves off its head anytime soon, but it's good to know. She's brushing up on her Pokémon knowledge whenever she can.

Mrraooow. A drawn out, muffled noise from Bijou pulls her attention away from her Pokédex. She turns around to watch Midas spinning like a top on his hind legs with the canvas bag gripped tightly between his front paws. A flash of purple peeks out. Oh. Bijou is in the bag.

"Midas! Stop! What are you doing?" Marcella rushes over, wrestling the bag out of his grasp. The Meowth grins back so innocently she almost believes he doesn't know he's doing anything wrong, but Bijou is very clearly not having as much fun as he is.

"Come now, out of the bag." She coaxes gently, laying the bag down. Bijou teeters out dizzily. "Well, that'll teach you to stop getting in bags hoping to be carried." Marcella says, watching the Purrloin with her hands on her hips.

"And you. Quit being such a little devil." She snaps, swatting Midas lightly with the canvas bag. "If you want to put something in this, go pick up garb—treasures! We're going treasure hunting. Go, fill this to your heart's content. Don't put anything else... alive in it." Even before this Bijou incident, she recalls the Burmy he tried to take with him on Route 103, so it had to be said. The Meowth snatches the bag back and scampers off with it.

But with Midas, she really doesn't know if her wording there is enough to prevent him from putting something even worse than a live creature in the bag, and she fears the alternative if she doesn't clarify further right now.

"Or dead!" She calls after him hastily. "No dead creatures in the canvas bag either, please!"

Party

BIJOU
Purrloin, F

Ability: Prankster


Sucker Punch
Fake Out
Sand Attack
Play Rough
Torment
Hone Claws


PEARLY
Clamperl, F

Ability: Rattled


Clamp
Water Gun
Whirlpool
Iron Defense
Scald
-----


MIDAS
Meowth, M

Ability: Technician


Pay Day
Scratch
Growl
Feint
Fake Out
-----



Inventory

WALLET: ₽6,200



KEY ITEMS


Fanclub Membership Card (Annual)
Contest Pass

HELD ITEMS


Silk Scarf ()
Safety Goggles ()

CONSUMABLES


Luxury Balls x 3
Lum Berry x 2
Razz Berry x 2
Sitrus Berry
Honey (¾ of jar left)

MISC. GEAR


Medium-sized leather suitcase of clothes
Rotom Phone (Sky Blue)
Family-sized tent
Inflatable mattress
Inflatable stools x 2
Electric air pump
Binoculars
Small lidded pot

Trainer Info



Badges





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Cubeth

Hi

Age 23
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Jordie "Jo" Hughes
Tuesday, September 29
Chapter 4: Part 4 - That Oldbag That Never Stops Talking
16:40 - Oldale's Pokémon Center
“Disc goes here… DuskBall here… and…”

Initiating…

Reading Pokémon information…

NAME: Maroon
SPECIES: Dhelmise
GENDER: None
ABILITY: Steelworker
MOVES: Astonish, Iron Defense, Gyro Ball, Metal Sound, Giga Drain, Whirlpool


Are you sure you want to teach your Pokémon the move GRASS KNOT?


“Yup. Confirm.”

Wait a moment…

Your Pokémon already knows 6 moves. Select what move you want to replace…


“I…” This is the ugly part of using TMs, y’see? Ignoring the one minute older machines like this usually take to read the Pokémon’s information, of course. The normal thing to do would be to remove Astonish from Maroon’s moveset; it’s the weakest attack they have right now, but it’s also the only ghost type move they know, and I’m lacking coverage against ghosts. I guess Dewey knows how to use Bite, but at her current size, Dewey isn't a fighter, but she can be annoying on the battlefield with how hard she is to take down due to her size and Infestation. It’s an easier choice than it looks like.

Your Pokémon has replaced the move METAL SOUND with GRASS KNOT

Should I teach Quinn the move as well? I don't know how useful it's going to be on a support Pokémon, though, that's still the role I want her to fulfill. I'd rather have her learn the moves I want her to know first, then see what else I can teach her.

After getting my Pokémon back to full health and spending a few minutes packing my stuff, I make my way north. I get to Route 103, at that time of the day in which the sun is slowly starting to go down with all the sun rays hitting your face directly. Annoying, especially because there is also a fair share of clouds blocking the sun, so I’m not feeling the whole sun directly, just two or three sunrays that chose to point directly at my eyes.

My next stop before going to Mauville is Cottage Grove. That’s the place mentioned by that old lady from the day I met Brendan. The idea is to just walk through and get to Route 103 in just a matter of hours. But it depends on what time it is when I get there, which will probably be not early enough since I have to do a whole boat journey first.

Honestly, I’d rather sit down and have someone take me on a motor boat trip to the other side, but apparently there’s no motor boats here for some reason. Unless I want to pay an extra 4k to have someone take me to the other side, I'll have to do the whole thing myself, which is perfectly fine! I know how to travel by boat well enough for me to get to the other side without drowning or taking more than 3 hours, y’know? If anything, the main debate here is whether I'd like a pedal boat or a rowboat, both pretty okay choices, and while I think the pedal boat is easier to control, I think I've done more than enough leg work these past few days, it’s time to give my legs some rest and my arms some love. Regular canoes are pretty boring, though, but it is what it is.

Getting into the boat is the most uncomfortable part of everything. You gotta do it quick, y’see? The canoe is just tied to a wooden stick, so when you put your first foot inside, it’ll start moving from one side to another until all of your weight is set in one spot, sure it’ll keep shaking for a bit more, but at least it won’t feel like you’ll fall out of the boat anymore. After that, I pick up the oars, and I’m off.
18:20

Sun is nearly hidden in its entirety, and I’m still in the boat, but have stopped rowing to take some rest, with Maroon's helm by my side, who has laid anchor somewhere underwater, to keep the canoe from going out of track because of the water current while I rest.

Quinn is out here as well, I figured she might need some air and would probably appreciate being near the water, which she does. She’s been resting half of her body on one of the wooden boards this whole time, while the other half is leaning to the boat’s edge as she looks at the flowing water below her. At times, she would look really excited and would create a bubble using her psychic powers, moving it above her. Then, after it pops, she would keep looking up for a few seconds with a smile, just to go back to resting her head on the edge, with disappointment after realizing her bubble burst. I even stopped rowing for a bit at some point just to look at the water and see what had her so excited coming from there, but I didn’t see anything at all. Was it a fish that caught her attention and was long gone when she started making the bubble? I thought Slowpoke were herbivores.

Whatever, there’s some lights at almost the same distance the lights from the rental shop are, which means I’m halfway there. Give me up to an hour and a half more and I reach Cottage Grove.

That is, once I feel like moving my arms again.

I don't know what's going on with me, but as soon as I resumed rowing, I started to feel really exhausted. I don't feel dizzy or feel any sort of nausea, so it's not because of the boat– I would know if I'm prone to seasickness after taking four ferries, if anything–, I just have no energy at all, y’know?

It might have to do with all the moving around I've done these past few days. Petalburg, Route 102, Littledale… all of that, non-stop. The crazy thing is that I was pretty fine until now. Sure, my legs hurt, but I could still move without an issue.

It might be emotional.

I don't know, but I think I've been going too fast after the sudden message from my brother. It was just so…I just said hi, and he says he saw me typing? What are the odds? It makes zero sense!

Maybe it’s not even that, but whatever it is, it feels like I'm escaping from it.

Or maybe I'm looking for something? What does Mauville have that these other places don't? Sure, Littledale wasn't my cup of tea, but Petalburg wasn't all that bad, y’know? It just felt… empty? Slateport had Tsu and Avril, while in Dewford I met with Hui and later on I met Reed, I guess. Petalburg just had Hui's asshole brother and a really bad loss. Unimportant loss, but still really bad.

Pop!

“I- Quinn!” I shake my head, annoyed and take off my shades to wipe away all the water that just fell on them. It wasn't just a bubble this time, it was a whole water ball. What a way to wake someone up.

Quinn is just smiling at the other side of the boat, with her head turning at me, and after she realizes her stunt worked, her smile grows bigger as she rolls on her back, falling from the board she was resting on, shaking the entire boat in the process.

I sigh, and slowly get up. Quinn raises her head, completely clueless of what just happened as I pick her up to put her back on top of the board and then I lean to the front edge of the boat.

“Maroon, come back, we're off!”

Maroon let's go from the ring that had the boat tied at first and wraps their seaweed tentacle in a way that looks like a really weird thumbs up before diving.

I walk back to the other side of the canoe, pick Maroon's helm up, and stare at it as I wait for them to come pick it up. Just now I realize that the compass is still fully functional, despite having a dent in its glass. Sure, it's old, and the glass is blurry, making it difficult to look at the cardinal directions on it, but it's good to know that despite all that, it still works.

“Here.” I hand over the helm to Maroon as soon as I feel their tentacle rising from the water, and they do some maneuver with it, before wrapping themselves around it. “You have a lot of energy, did you eat something down there?”

The compass needle wiggles from side to side, and another pair of tentacles rises. Maroon shrugs, which makes me laugh a little bit.

“Do you want to swim with us until we get there, or-?” Maroon instantly goes underwater again, just to re-appear behind the boat, putting their helm afloat. “Ha, ha. Right. Shouldn't have even asked.”
19:30 - Boat Rental Shop

“How was the journey?” the shop’s caretaker asks as soon as he helps me jump out of the boat, holding a rope he uses to pull the canoe back to him and tie it around.

“It was… calm.” I nod with a lighthearted smile. “It gets a bit cold here in the evening, though. I mean, I gotta keep walking so it won’t matter much.”

“Gonna keep walkin’? Leavin’ right away?”

I nod.

The caretaker just stares at me for a second before sighing and going back to tie the boat. “Got a tent?”

“Do I need one? A sleeping bag isn't enough?”

“No, not at all.” He heaves a sigh as he gets up, putting his hands inside his pockets, thumbs on his belt. “Probably a better idea to stay here for a day or two, see if it's possible to get one. Need somewhere to stay? I can help with that if there's no problem.”

“I don't… Hm. I do, actually. But I need directions.”
19:55 - Cottage Grove

I'm pretty sure I followed these directions right. Go north, then keep walking until the trees start disappearing and it starts getting more rocky. Hilda– that's her name, apparently– lives in a small cabin at the foot of the mountainous area. I can see some lights are on, but the curtains are closed, so I can only see a dim light getting through them and not what's inside, so I can't see if it's even her living here.

However, looking to my right, I see an empty plate with dog food remains on it and a bowl with water next to it. Those must be her Herdier's, now I just gotta be hopeful that she didn't fall asleep while watching a soap opera on her couch or something.

I knock three times and a dog instantly starts barking from inside, running excitedly towards the door as its claws hit the wood.

“Now, now, Harry, it's just someone at the door. Now get your paws off the door so I can open it.” Hilda's voice calls, calming Harry down, then she opens the door. “Oh, it's you. I thought you would be going straight to the city. Come in.”

“Thank you,” I say with a smile, cleaning my shoes on the worn out ‘Welcome’ mat at the entrance before walking in.

“I thought it was a neighbor, most tourists don't pick the cabins closer to the mountains. Maybe they are too far away from the coast, or they worry a Graveler will demolish their cabin as it rolls down the mountain while they are asleep.” She makes a long pause as she walks to her table, picking up a dish and an empty cup. “It's happened.”

“Ah… I can deal with a Graveler.”

Hilda chuckles. “Want something to eat? I just finished my dinner, but I could prepare you something.”

“I don't eat too much in the evening, thank you.”

Hilda walks to her cupboard and takes out another cup from the same set as the one she picked up before, together with a glass dish.

“I said I was fine…”

“You said you didn't eat too much, that's different than nothing at all. I'll leave the bread, butter, cheese–all that– on the table. Eat as you do at home, don't be shy,” she answers back. “Sorry for that dish, though. The other ones from the Gossifleur set broke years ago.”

“Don’t… worry.”

“Wanna drink something? I only got green tea and coffee.”

“Tea.”

“Nice choice, it's good for sleep,” she says, grabbing a kettle in one hand and filling it with water. “You know what? I think I’m going to get another cup for myself too.”

Hilda puts the water to boil and turns around to grab the cup from before, taking it back on the table.

“I’m assuming you asked at the boat rental where I was.”

“Right. He knew right away who it was, like you said.”

She laughs. “Well he’s got to know where his best client lives. Cottage Grove isn't too big.”

We both stay in silence for a bit, until Hilda starts talking again.

“So, did you find lil' Brendan?”

“Um… yes! I did! I didn't uh…” I put a hand in front of me, as I finish swallowing the bite of bread I had in my mouth before I keep talking. “I didn't get the battling advice I wanted, but I got a nice… job offer? Now I have to find interesting Pokémon to write a report about.”

Interesting how?”

“Something… big? I don't know exactly what, but I don't want my first report to be about your average Normal-type, y’see? It's wrongfully taken as weak from a competitive standpoint, but at the same time, they are really common, I bet people write about those all the time, so I want something different.”

“Oh, don't say that in front of Harry,” Hilda jokes, looking back at her dog, but then looks to her left side. I turn my head to the same side as her just to see two fishing rods hanging on the wall, there's also five wooden boards on one corner. “Do you fish? If you want something big, try Wishiwashi. It’s easy to fish up once it’s on the hook, but might take some effort to make it worth writing about.”

I think about it, going back to the two fishing experiences I had before. They were not great, and I'd rather not have to fish ever again. But if it's as Hilda says, and Wishiwashi aren't difficult to find, then I could give it a shot.

“I could.”

“There’s this kid– maybe three or four years older than you–, his name is Kyle; he works near Flynn from the boat rental. Good kid, but maybe a bit too cautious. Really afraid of taking risks,” she explains. “Twice a week, I ask Kyle to go fish something and bring it here for lunch. He’s made it part of his routine now, and he’s coming tomorrow, around 9 in the morning. You can go with him, he’ll show you around. Sounds good?”

“Sure,” I nod.

“Great! Now, let’s wait for you to finish eating, I’ll show you your room after that.”
Jordie replaced Maroon's Metal Sound with Grass Knot!
Jordie's Party:


Battle Subway:


Inventory:
Spoiler:
- 23 Dusk Balls
- X-transceiver
- ₽6700
- Eviolite (Bane)
- Aggronite
- Keystone
- Coaching TM
- Protect TM
- Grass Knot TM

Jo's portrait made with: https://picrew.me/image_maker/1140610/
Discord Moderoid · VPP Thread · Paired to PB

Juno

Age 28
Female
Seen 10 Hours Ago
Posted 1 Week Ago
4,472 posts
8.7 Years


5-3: Peace Offering


🌲 Route 110 🕙 Oct. 3rd, Evening

In addition to shiny things, Midas is apparently also quite proficient in collecting round objects.

When Marcella checks in on him, she sees that he has developed a system of putting coins and his most treasured finds in his own Silk Scarf satchel, and anything else of note in the canvas bag. This includes everything from smooth pebbles and loose buttons, to colourful marbles and even an assortment of Poké Balls.

"Very good, dear." She drawls, peering into the bag. No critters, dead or alive. Wonderful. The Poké Balls he's gathered are not really her style, but maybe she could gift or even resell them later on for a quick profit.

Midas has collected 2x Quick Balls 3x Net Balls and 2x Poké Balls.

As they wind down for the day, she turns her phone on for a bit to distract herself from the fact they are all desperately wishing they had something other than jerky and trail mix to eat. She is immediately inundated with missed calls and texts from her brother.


God, he's annoying. In retrospect, she should have answered his call that time she'd actually seen it ringing, or at least called him back much sooner because she knows the longer she waits, the longer the impending "lecture" is going to be. And she doesn't have the battery left for that right now, so she's just going to keep ignoring him for the time being. Just until she can charge her phone, she tells herself. We're past the point of no return now, anyway. He's going to be mad whether I call him right now or in another day or two.

So for now, instead of dealing with Avery, she checks her emails.



Subject: Re: Report: Burmy
From: Brendan Birch <[email protected]>
To: Marcella MacMillan <[email protected]>

Hey Marcella!

Burmy is a fascinating species in regards to environmental adaptability! Their ability to quickly camouflage and protect themselves in any environment is incredibly beneficial to their survival. Though not as much when a predator already has a hold on them!

You were right to observe that sometimes their usual camouflage is not the best suited for specific areas. Some Burmy, with experience, are able to supplement their cloaks with additional material to better blend in- making them much harder to observe! We will often resort to using fragrant honey or nectar to lure such Pokémon into an area where we can more easily observe them- though we must take care to place such bait somewhere it would be naturally found, such as the bark of specific trees or on certain flowers.

Keep an eye out for more Burmy! And a Pidove- I'll go ahead and send you a jar of honey- it should last you a few applications. You might see more than Burmy when using it, so keep alert!

Cheers,

Brendan Birch

Well, great. That explains some things. Maybe she should actually read these sooner next time so she knows what's inside the Pidove Care Packages.

As the sun sets, something outside is casting a strange silhouette up against the side of her tent. It approaches the entrance and stops, making a shuffling noise. Marcella probably should be more cautious, but the shadow is small and unassuming enough that she curiously reaches out and unzips the tent entrance without thinking.

"You! What do you want?"

As she towers over it, the Petilil from this morning fumbles with and almost drops what she's holding. The small, woven grass basket in her short arms is overflowing with berries, and a few tumble to the ground. Mortified, she gathers them up quickly before holding up the basket. Marcella is not sure what to say, or what this means.

"Oh! Is this—did you... pick these for me?" Her tone softens as it dawns on her that this appears to be a peace offering of some sort, for the earlier... misunderstanding, if you can call it that. She feels a little bad for yelling at it this morning and the less than warm greeting just now, but how could she have known someone breaking into her tent and going through her stuff didn't have bad intentions?

The Petilil holds it up higher, confirming the berries are, indeed, for her. Marcella accepts the gift. "Um. Thank you. I appreciate it." She looks down at the small plant Pokémon. The Petilil looks back up hopefully, dawdling at the entrance like she expects to be invited inside.

Marcella sighs. "...Would you like to come in?" You apparently know how to let yourself in, anyway. Might as well make nice with the locals.

As the Petilil follows her inside, Bijou and Midas quickly swarm her, sniffing and prodding the guest with interest. "It's okay! Calm down. Look what she brought us." Marcella sets the little basket of berries down. Excited to add a different flavour to their meal, the visitor is quickly forgotten by both cats in favour of chowing down on the fruits.

"Alright, have a seat if you'd like." Marcella gestures to one of the inflatable stools. What am I doing? Why am I treating her like a... a house guest? She seems harmless enough, but Marcella still wants to ask a few questions. She allows the plant Pokémon a few minutes to settle in and eat some of the berries she brought before speaking up again.

"Hey, so," She begins, taking one of the stools herself. The Petilil has not taken the seat offered to her yet, still walking around the tent and looking around. "I'm glad you didn't take my things, and I do appreciate the gift, but what is it you actually want from me? Why are you following us?"

The Petilil shrugs, climbing up on her air mattress and bouncing on it lightly.

"Oh, hey, now—" We're getting a little too familiar over there. "It's great we sorted out the misunderstanding from earlier, and thank you for dropping by, but it's—getting late and maybe you should—I mean, where are your... parents?" I don't know! What the hell do wild Pokémon do in the wild? Who takes care of them?! Guess she does know how to pick her own berries and is familiar with the area, so maybe she's just on her own.

As the Petilil senses she is being asked to leave, she looks at Marcella so sadly that she starts to feel bad again. She sighs. What is happening? Why is this happening to me? "Okay, well, if you don't have anywhere else to go, you can stay in here. Tonight."

The Petilil lets out a happy trilling noise. Marcella didn't have to ask twice—she immediately makes herself at home. The little Grass Pokémon apparently takes this to mean please, resume poking around my stuff like you were doing this morning. In particular, she seems drawn to her jewelry, silks, and anything and everything fancy that she owns. Marcella is both amused and a little wary, though her dropping the jade pendant earlier and coming back with a little gift gives her a bit more confidence she did not return to rob her blind. She'd never seen a Pokémon so interested in human clothes and fineries before. Not that I've met so many Pokémon, I guess. But this does seem out of the ordinary.

She continues to keep an eye on the strange Pokémon, but lets her guard down a bit as she continues with the rest of her night routine. As she pulls out her toiletries bag to wash her face and apply her skincare products, though, the Petilil seems fascinated by this; she puts down the brooch she was inspecting to climb up next to Marcella, watching her use a cotton pad to apply her toner.

It's kind of cute, sort of like a little sister admiring an older sister. Marcella smiles.

"Do you want to try it?"

The Petilil nods, and she looks delighted as Marcella takes out a clean cotton pad for her. She gently rubs it against the Pokémon's little cheeks. Marcella doesn't want to put any actual products on her, not knowing if it would cause any kind of strange reaction, but the Petilil seems content just mimicking her actions. After a few seconds, she reaches up to take the cotton pad from Marcella and starts rubbing it on her forehead herself. Marcella giggles, applying toner to the rest of her own face as well.

As they finish up their skincare routine, Marcella invites the Petilil to sleep on a stool. Before she turns in for the night herself, she puts the remaining berries gifted to them in the same container as the ones she'd received from the Fanclub Ranch.

Her eyelids are heavy when she finally gets into bed, and she drifts off to sleep quickly. She's not sure exactly when it happened, but at some point in the night she feels weight shifting on the air mattress. Cracking one eye open, she watches the Petilil jump over from the stool, and as it curls up, she could hear the soft, rhythmic breathing from it, indicating it has fallen asleep at the edge of her bed. Marcella lets her stay there.

8x Oran 6x Occa and 10x Yache Berries have been added to Marcella's inventory.

Party

BIJOU
Purrloin, F

Ability: Prankster


Sucker Punch
Fake Out
Sand Attack
Play Rough
Torment
Hone Claws


PEARLY
Clamperl, F

Ability: Rattled


Clamp
Water Gun
Whirlpool
Iron Defense
Scald
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MIDAS
Meowth, M

Ability: Technician


Pay Day
Scratch
Growl
Feint
Fake Out
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Inventory

WALLET: ₽6,200



KEY ITEMS


Fanclub Membership Card (Annual)
Contest Pass

HELD ITEMS


Silk Scarf ()
Safety Goggles ()

CONSUMABLES


Luxury Balls x 3 [Currently at Ranger Station]
Quick Balls x 2
Net Balls x 3
Poké Balls x 2
Lum Berry x 2
Razz Berry x 2
Sitrus Berry
Oran Berry x 8
Occa Berry x 6
Yache Berry x 10
Honey (¾ of jar left)

MISC. GEAR


Medium-sized leather suitcase of clothes
Rotom Phone (Sky Blue)
Family-sized tent
Inflatable mattress
Inflatable stools x 2
Electric air pump
Binoculars
Small lidded pot

Trainer Info



Badges





RPTKANTOHOENNHISUIAVATAR

Caesar

Age 29
Male
Seen 1 Hour Ago
Posted 22 Hours Ago
426 posts
11.1 Years







Tuesday, October 6th @ 0830 - Mauville


Here Clint was, forced into an environment very unfamiliar to him, the big city dream as some called it, although for a born and raised on the farm cowboy, it was more of a big city nightmare. Just his luck, his hands were tied metaphorically for the next few days, as this battling tournament Sergei told him about wasn't for a couple more days, means he was left to his own devices in a city with devices everywhere.

Clint hadn't quite worked up the courage to venture outside the Pokemon center again quite yet, so he sat at his table in the corner of the cafeteria, sipping on his cup of coffee. One thing he did have to give Mauville credit for, was they made better coffee than Dewford, Petalburg or Littledale. The huevos rancheros he was eating admittedly were a step above the survival rations he had been eating out on the road. Guess a few days of warm meals and a real bed wasn't the worst thing in the world, if only Clint could get over the sheer amount of people in Mauville. It was still unnerving to him, Clint still preferred the open road any day of the week. But part of heading out into the world meant seeing all it had to offer, even places like this had to be checked off the list.

He watched from a distance a couple of trainers fumbling around with Pokeballs and TM's over by some computer. Guess he should figure out how those things work, considering how many of them he has. Clint continued to watch in a totally non-creepy way as he finished his breakfast.

After his breakfast was all done, Clint returned to his room to grab his collection of TM's, before returning to the computer he had been eyeing up. Should be simple enough, Clint thought to himself. He stood awkwardly in front of the computer, not sure where to put what. All of the sudden, he was interrupted by a familiar voice,

"A farm boy trying to use a computer, I could watch this all day," it was his cousin Ruby, who had made her way to Mauville as well.

"I got this thing all figured out cousin," Clint replied.

Ruby shook her head, and pressed a button revealing a spot to put a Pokeball.

"That's where you put your Pokeball, you do use those right," Ruby snarked.

Clint scoffed at that last remark, before looking to decide which Pokemon he was going to put into the machine. He thought about each team members movesets, before concluding that the best way to do this was to look at the TM's he had, and decide from there.

He noticed he had a couple green discs, which should in a perfect world be grass type moves, which Grovyle would be able to learn. Bullet Seed - Grass Type, is what the case said. 'The user forcefully shoots seeds at the target two to five times in a row'. Clint had heard of these types of moves before, even rumours of a way to make it so the move uses five attacks everytime. Without knowing a way to do that, Clint was stuck with a chance of the move dealing a lot of damage, or just a bit of damage. The other one was Grass Knot - Grass Type. The description read 'the user snares the target with grass and trips it. The heavier the target, the greater the move’s power'. Seems like no matter what, he was stuck playing the odds. Hope the move lands five consecutive moves or hope he battles a lot of fat Pokemon.

Clint leaned towards Bullet Seed and placed Grovyle's Pokeball into the slot on the computer, and then put the TM in the desk drive, and let the little gremlins in the computer handle the rest.

"Are you sure you want Grovyle to learn Bullet Seed."

Clint clicked yes, and the computer screen showed a spinning Pokeball in the middle of the screen, as well as a progress bar on teaching Grovyle the move. Finally the bar completed, and the message lit up across the screen,

"Grovyle has learned the move Bullet Seed!"

Clint wasn't entirely sure if he believed the computer, but nevertheless retrieved the Pokeball and the TM from the computer. He turned around to face his cousin who was waiting for him.

"So how have you fared since we last saw each other cousin," Clint asked, as the two walked through the center.

"Alright I suppose, never ended up beating the Petalburg Gym, but I still have my Dewford and Slateport Badges," Ruby answered,

"How about you Clint, how are you liking Hoenn?"

"It's alright I guess," Clint replied.

"Guess you must be entering that Winstrate Cup happening this weekend, unless you already have too many badges," Ruby asked.

"How many is too many?"

"Anywhere between two and four and you're set."

"Lucky me I have three," Clint said, rubbing in the fact that he has more badges than his cousin.

"Well I was going to head over to the Winstrate Manor and sign up, you should come with," Ruby suggested.

"Lead the way then."

...

The two cousins were now at the north end of town, hopping off of one of those tram stations to a more open area of the city, where the road north was surrounded by big estate properties. One of these estates belonged to the Winstrates, who were the ones holding the tournament. They found the estate, and made their way up to the gate. Ruby handled the talking, asking where to sign up for the tournament.

From the gate they were led to a clubhouse in the corner of the property, which was attached to a bigger building, presumably the arena. They were given a seat at a table inside the clubhouse, and told to wait for the Winstrates' battling coach to make his way over to the clubhouse. Being in a big city was bad enough for Clint, now he was stuck in a stuffy clubhouse on a big fancy estate. In the meantime, they were given clipboards with an application form on it, with details to fill in such as your name, trainer ID and so on. Clint and Ruby started filling their applications out, and shortly after a man, looked to be in his mid-twenties and wearing a backwards ball cap, red vest with a Pokeball design and khakis walked into the clubhouse with a Jolteon tailing him, and over to the table where Clint and Ruby were sitting at.

"So we got a couple more sign-ups I hear," the coach started off,

"We're glad to have ya then, I'm Saburo, and I help out the family with these events. I'll take your forms, and check your badges and give ya' a rundown on the rules, sounds good uh.. Clint and.. Ruby?"

Clint grabbed his three badges out of the bag, and showed them to Saburo.

"Knuckle, Balance and Dell Badges, looks good to me Clint, welcome to the show."

Saburo checked Ruby's two badges in the same way, before he began breaking down the way the event is going to go.

"So its a thirty-two team bracket, win and you advance until there's only one winner left. Battle format is single battle, each trainer picks a team of three out of whatever Pokemon you have available before the match. You won't find out who your opponent has until the battle starts. In battle, you're only allowed one swap per match, any other time you pull your Pokemon out of battle it is considered defeated in battle. Healing items are banned, berries may be thrown into the field of battle, where they are considered fair game for both combatants. Revives are also off the table. Each Pokemon may head into battle with one held item. There is on-site healing for your Pokemon between matches. There will also be a referee in each match, who knows I might even ref one of your matches."

Rules seemed simple enough for Clint, it was just a matter of winning each matchup as they came up.

"With all that out of the way, we have spots open for the two of you, good luck this weekend. The staff will show you out, I've got to run, Miss Vivi appreciates punctuality."

Saburo jogged out of the clubhouse, and one of the security members showed back up, and led Clint and Ruby back outside. Now walking back towards the city, Ruby was buried in her phone, while Clint was looking at all the mansions, trying to speculate how all these people got their money. Ruby took her eyes off the device for a second, and turned to Clint.

"I'm going to meet up with some of my friends and go shopping, you're welcome to tag along, we need someone to carry our bags around."

"I'd rather fall directly into a pit of Seviper, if we're being completely honest cousin," Clint replied.

"Suit yourself then, but maybe next time you're at a fancy clubhouse like the Winstrate's, you should be dressed a little nicer then the worn out rags you've been parading through the bush in," Ruby teased,

"I'm going to hop on the tram into the city, we'll have to run into each other again cousin."

Clint waved bye to his cousin, and stared out into the city, now that he was signed up, the next step was to find a place to do some training.

- Grovyle learned Bullet Seed!

Team & Inventory:
Spoiler:

Blaze|Brave| Moves: Ember|Dragon Breath|Bite|Smokescreen|Fire Fang|Slash

Overgrow|Sassy| Moves: Leaf-age|Detect|Quick Attack|Double Kick|Assurance|Bullet Seed

Water Absorb|Quiet| Moves: Hypnosis|Water Gun|Pound|Mud Shot

Synchronize|Gentle| Moves: Confusion|Double Team|Teleport|Growl|Draining Kiss
Inventory:

$28,500
2x Potions
1x Pokeballs
5x Iapapa Berries
10x Oran Berries
4x Normal Gem
Sceptilite
Gengarite
Thunder Stone
Water Stone
TM Protect
TM Bullet Seed
TM Rock Smash
TM Low Kick
TM Grass Knot
TR Sludge Bomb


Groc

Age 31
Male
Arizona, USA
Seen 2 Days Ago
Posted 4 Weeks Ago
1,621 posts
12.2 Years
Edison Kintobor
Wednesday, October 7th; afternoon
Mauville City



Ed returns to the Game Corner shortly after they open. He vaguely remembers going to the arcade and looking at the game cabinets yesterday, then he woke up in the Pokémon Center. He has no idea what happened in the interim, so returning to his last known location and retracing his steps is his best option. He at least took the time to clean himself up and change clothes, so he should get fewer odd looks from the other patrons today.

Or, that was the plan. In reality, he feels watched wherever he goes. As soon as he entered, he noticed someone look his way and talk into a headset. And now, despite the dark and cramped space, he can feel eyes on him, following him.

"If you're going to follow me, could you at least help me out?" He calls to the employee attempting to stealthily follow him. "I'm trying to remember where I went yesterday and it's a little distracting."

A gasp is heard from behind a wall, and the employee nervously reveals herself, a tall girl with her brown hair up in a ponytail. “W-was I that noticeable?” She moans, adjusting her round glasses. “Oh no, what will they do when they learn I failed my task… But, um, I’m sorry for being distracting, I really wasn’t intending to!”

Ed sighs, massaging his temples slowly. "There's no need to apologize. As a scientist, I'm more observant than most. I doubt many of the common rabble here would have noticed you, if that makes you feel better." He offers her his hand. "Edison Kintobor, nice to meet you. You can call me Ed if you prefer brevity."

“Um,” The girl briefly hesitates before returning the gesture. “I’m Junko Enomoto. But I prefer to be called June. And… scientist, you say? What field, if I may ask?”

"You may ask." Ed says with a smile. "I study Pokémon hoplology, which is combat and techniques, with a focus on practical applications for improving quality of life. Things like utilizing Magnemite's sonic and magnetic abilities to locate objects, or a Joltik drawing electricity from a live wire to allow humans to safely interact with it."

June’s face lights up. “My, that is quite interesting! You know, I’m something of a scientist myself- well, scientist might be a little generous, but I'm sure you understand what I mean.” She chuckles. “Pokemon are definitely a specific focus of mine… um, more specifically bug Pokemon, I’ve always thought they were somewhat interesting. But I think it’s interesting you mention Joltik as an example, you know I’ve never actually heard of them using their ability to absorb external electricity into their bodies for good, I’ve always been under the impression that ability was exclusively detrimental, being a parasitic species and all, but I suppose any ability can be put to good use. It’s not dissimilar to how Charjabug-” June pauses, embarrassed to realize what she’s done. “I-I mean, um…” She blushes. “They’re somewhat interesting, yes.”

Ed is surprised by her reaction. Most people simply accept his words and move on, they don't usually add on to the topic. "Nice to meet a fellow enthusiast. Finding alternative uses for abilities and techniques is my particular focus, and I suppose I have Joltik on the mind because, well…" Here he triggers Lady Bug's Cherish Ball and calls her out onto his hand, "I recently captured one."

Bug looks at June warily, but offers a reluctant squeak of greeting.

“Oh my gosh!” June gasps, eyes sparkling. “It’s so adorable! I have a Joltik of my own, but well, I can’t exactly have her out considering I’m currently on the clock, so to speak. Which is probably for the best, I don’t trust her around all these electronics. But still, they’re so cute!”

Bug squeaks happily, giving Ed a smug grin at being called cute. He rolls his eyes at her, but grins a bit himself. "Yes, you're adorable. But she's right, we shouldn't let anyone see you." He reaches for her ball, but she jumps off his hand and onto his head, hiding amongst his blond hair. "Ah. That works, I suppose. Anyway, Miss June, you work here, yes?"

June nods. “That is what the uniform is for, afterall.”

"Right. I was hoping to retrace my steps, maybe jog my memory a bit, yesterday was such a blur. Is there somewhere I could go to watch my Gym battle from yesterday? I'm afraid they wouldn't let me in."

“Well…” June taps her lip. “I believe we have a room where that can be viewed, I’d just have to ask if customers are allowed. But um. Yes, I was told to not allow you in the Gym. Sorry.”

"That would be something, at least. Thank you. Lead the way."




When there aren't any battles going on, or the VR rooms aren't as full, the big screens in the arcade show footage of old battles that have been recorded and saved. That all happens in this room, which required a key from someone higher up the ladder than June to access. The room is smaller, tucked away in a corner, and most of the work is apparently done at one computer on a desk here. June sits at that desk now, while Ed stands by idly sipping at an oversized and overpriced novelty cup she'd convinced him to buy.

“Um, you know,” June says, preparing the video. “I plan on challenging the gym here myself at some point, so I could have a lot to learn from this.”

"Hmm." Ed nods, finding the situation familiar. "Always happy to provide a sneak peek for a friend, I suppose."

The usage of the word "friend" has June freeze a little before she grins to herself.

After quickly figuring out how the program works, June is able to pull up the video in question. "Come to think of it really, I actually know little about the gym, despite working here. I haven't really had the time, but now is as good of a time as any."

There isn't a second chair, so Ed gets down on one knee and leans on June’s armrest as he watches the screen. "Hopefully I did well enough to be informative and entertaining."


The video starts, showing the Gym Leader Miss Virtua engaging in some pre-fight banter with Ed's body scanned avatar. "Back again, honey? It is rare that I get to see the same man three times in one night."

Digital Ed smiles, bowing slightly. "I aim to please. And you just make it so fun, I can't help but come again."

Virtua laughs, a Poké Ball materializing in her hand. "Let's hope you last longer than last time, because frankly that was just embarrassing for you. Let's go, my lovelies!" With that, she opens the ball, sending out her first Porygon. It shimmers as data flows along its body, a small screen near Virtua filling with text.

Digital Ed taps on his wrist, where his avatar has a Holotch, and a digital Cherish Ball appears, sending out Automaton. The floor around them shimmers and shifts, changing to a playground in a park. Virtua dips her head slightly at the choice. "Interesting venue. Nostalgic, but with options."

The Pokémon take their places, and the battle begins.




“Wh-what’s going on?” June asks. “I remember hearing in passing that the gym battle took place in virtual reality, but to be honest I didn’t really believe it. But to see it with my own eyes… how is this even possible?”

"Technology has come a long way." Ed taps his chin as he tries to remember. "We humans make do with VR headsets to emulate sight and sound, but Pokémon have the ability to be converted into data for transfer and storage. Eiddon is a pioneer in virtual reality, his program simulates a Pokémon's mind in a holographic body, allowing them to react in the virtual world as though it were the material one. It's why he insists on breaks between matches, the Pokémon need time to recover from the experience."

"Oh, wow. That'll be a lot to adapt to…"




Tom starts with Defense Curl, tucking his limbs into his torso and revving his engine. Virtua calls out for Porygon to turn up the Charm, sending pink hearts floating delicately like bubbles toward Tom.

Tom dashes forward on his wheeled feet, his arms emerging from his core to grab Porygon, clamping down and shoving it into the ground. Virtua pouts as she calls for more Charm, bombarding Tom with bubble hearts.

Digital Ed strokes his chin in thought. "We'll keep accelerating, so your attacks are more annoying than effective so far. What are you hiding over there?"

Virtua copies his pose, though with far more flair. "More than you know, but why spoil the surprise? There's no fun in that."

Tom continues to Rollout, dragging Porygon through the manicured grass of the park, but another Charm weakens his grip enough to where Porygon can float up slightly and not get shoved so hard into the ground.

"That's enough for this play date," Virtua recalls Porygon, sending out another in its place. "Time to strut your stuff, Number Three!"

Tom races toward this new target, clamp hands raised threateningly as he snatches it from the air. He drags this one as he did the first, tactics unchanged until he knows what he's dealing with.

He quickly finds out, as Virtua calls for Fusion Flare. Rings of fire surround Porygon as a massive flaming orb appears in front of it, blasting Tom backwards without giving him a chance to dodge. But still he holds on, despite the smoke rising from his body, and he drags Porygon through the dirt again.

"Your little friend is remarkably resilient, I'll give him that much." Virtua concedes with a tilt of her head. "But I think we know who the real star is, here." Another Fusion Flare lights up the field, blasting Tom back and knocking him out.

Digital Ed flashes a grin as he returns Tom. "Oh, star, because it's a miniature sun. I get it, that's funny."

He queues up his next Poké Ball, raising his hand to the sky as though throwing the ball straight up. But instead, Gremlin materializes behind Porygon, slapping the back of its head in a Fake Out. She glitches through the ground to reappear by Ed's side.

"It even got her color right, that's a nice touch." Digital Ed reaches out for Gremlin, but his avatar can't actually interact with the Shiny Sableye like she can with Porygon.

Virtua *tsk*'s at the implication. "Honey, my system scans a human body and makes a perfect replica, apart from the things you want changed, of course. You think it can't detect a change in color when sending a Pokémon to cyberspace?"

"Fair enough, no disrespect to your program." Ed concedes, but hasn't forgotten they're in a match. "Gremlin, Disable that Fire attack!" Gremlin smiles wide as her green eyes flash blue, then Porygon makes a sound like a computer crashing as its eyes turn a similar blue. Apparently it was about to use that very move, bit Gremlin's interference results in a 404 error: technique not found.

"Oh, she is a rude little virus!" Virtua almost loses her composure, until a fan appears in her hand, which she waves at her face to help her keep her cool.

"Does that… actually do anything for you?" Digital Ed points to the fan in confusion.

"Physically, no. But it's all about looks, and it feels right to me."

"Well, you still look good, I suppose." He says with a shrug before returning his attention to the battle. "Follow that up with Confuse Ray!" Gremlin just appears in front of Porygon, her eyes flashing white.

Porygon twitches, sparks coming from its head as the eerie light messes with its code. Virtua calls for Bulldoze to level the playing field, literally, while Gremlin goes for the Low Sweep. Easier said than done, but she manages to ride out the tremors as Porygon repeatedly hits the ground, waiting for the right moment to strike.

After weathering a second Bulldoze, Gremlin goes for the Sweep again, knocking Porygon out. She scowls for a moment before slinking back toward Ed, her trademark smile back in place when she gets there.

"Oh my, very strong!" Virtua gives a half bow. "I can't let you keep that advantage. Come on back, Number One!" Her first Porygon returns to the field.




"So Miss Virtua uses multiple Pokemon of the same species?" June taps her lip. "Hm. I've never actually seen a Porygon before, but they seem to have an incredibly diverse selection of moves it can utilize. It reminds me of Wally Greene in Petalburg."

"Yes…" Ed ponders her team, thinking back to Wally. "Although hers have a much larger set of moves than his team did. Less focused, too. But Porygon is her signature Pokémon."

"Less focus? I sort of assumed focus was important for a gym leader. Is there any benefit to that?"

"Well… more versatility, I suppose. Wally's team excels at what it was designed to do, but put them in a situation where their strategy doesn't work and they fall apart. Or they would, if he hadn't crafted a Champion level team."




With Porygon Number One back on the field, Digital Ed recalls Gremlin to her ball, swapping her out for his third Pokémon, Neo. "Not just strong, my lady, but tough as well. You'll find your charms, plentiful as they are, are no use against N.D."

Miss Virtua playfully wags her finger while *tsk*-ing Ed. "Flattery only gets you so far, honey. We're past that point. Show me your moves, Number One!" Porygon glows with light as its blocky body sharpens and smooths out into the more aerodynamic Porygon-2.

"Yes, show me some moves!" Digital Ed cheers as Porygon evolves, watching as it performs a bizarre dance that ends with it firing a white laser from its beak. Neo takes the hit without flinching, and Ed calls for Thunder Shock. It's objectively their weakest attack, as though Ed is stalling for time, but it does manage to paralyze Porygon-2.

With its speed advantage negated, Porygon-2 evolves again into Porygon-Z, a more chaotic and jumbled form, with limbs and head floating disconnected from its body. Digital Ed calls for a Light Screen, which Neo projects just in time to intercept another light ray from Porygon-Z, the new form making the dance harder to read. The beam is projected not only from the beak, but the orbiting limbs as well, as though they were floating turrets.

Digital Ed seems to realize the situation has changed, and instructs Neo to use Supersonic. The sound waves cause visible distortions in Porygon-Z's corrupted body, and it is momentarily unable to attack. Neo capitalizes on the opportunity by unleashing a Mirror Shot from their eye, finishing off Porygon-Z.




“I’m confused- how did Miss Virtua’s Pokemon evolve during battle twice? That doesn’t make any sense… I suppose if Porygon is similar to Pokemon such as Wurmple that grow quickly due to their on-average shorter lifespans there is sense to make of it, but even most larva Pokemon don’t evolve that quickly!”

Ed had wondered that too, and remembers asking during his first fight. "Something about her specific Porygon having an unstable code that allows them to freely shift between forms while inside the virtual space. She usually leaves them in their base form, but their second form is much faster and more durable, at the expense of offensive ability. Similarly, their Z form is slower and more fragile, but with a higher attack due to their hovering limbs being converted into weapons."

“Is that… even allowed?” June asks, despite the answer being quite obvious.

"It's her Gym, and she's the Queen around here." Ed chuckles at his own joke.




Virtua taps out a quick code in midair, likely Eiddon typing in the real world, and Porygon-Z reverts to its base form as it is recalled. "Down to the wire now, Mister Ed. You did your homework after our last match, didn't you?"

Digital Ed smiles and shrugs. "Nothing that fun, I just got lucky, and my Pokémon are good at adapting on the fly."

"Well I don't intend to go down easy, so say hello to Number Two!" Virtua calls out her final Porygon, which immediately transforms into Porygon-Z. Its beak and limbs start spinning like a drill as it rockets forward, slicing through Neo's Light Screen and knocking them out of the air. The physical attack isn't hindered by the barrier, and exploiting Neo's elemental weakness removes them from the fight entirely.

"Down to the wire, indeed…" Digital Ed returns Neo to his Holotch, pausing before sending Gremlin back out. "No, that would never work. Unless…"

He sends Gremlin back out, and she immediately leaps out from Porygon-Z's shadow, delivering a brutal uppercut that sends it spiraling up into the air. With her ghostly speed, she shines an eerie light on Porygon-Z that confuses it and prevents it from catching itself mid-air. It crashes to the ground, where Gremlin waits to deliver a Low Sweep that knocks it back up into the air. Confusion prevents it from catching itself, and Gremlin proceeds to air juggle Porygon-Z like a fighting game character catching their opponent in a stunlock.

Porygon-Z's emphasis on offense sacrifices defense and speed, so it doesn't take long before Gremlin's vicious assault knocks it out, unable to get a single hit in against the shiny Dark type. Virtua looks at Ed in disapproval. "I can't say I'm happy about that, but technically that counts as a win. That's a cheap strategy."

Digital Ed recalls Gremlin to his Holotch, smiling apologetically. "It was her idea. We played a bit of Project: Pokémon before we came here, and when she saw Heavy Steel's Meteor Mash against a cornered opponent…"

Virtua holds up a hand to stop him. "We are not having this discussion here. Congratulations on your victory, feel free to tell Eiddon all about it." She points to Ed and swipes her hand left, and the virtual world goes dark.



Even after the video has ended, all June does is stare at the monitor, completely dumbfounded. “That was certainly interesting… I knew gym leaders were supposed to be some of the most talented trainers but that was, well, more chaotic than anything. There really is more to Pokemon battles than I initially thought, it seems.”

Ed is distracted with digging through his pockets, pulling out a crumpled piece of paper and a shiny Glitter Dynamo Badge. Indeed, the Badge shines from all the glitter on it, which unfortunately now means Ed's waistcoat pocket is full of glitter.

“My, how flashy.” June comments, peeking from over her seat. “I’d make an appointment to battle the leader but, well, I already have four badges, and one more would disqualify me from the Winstrate Cup.”

"The Winstrate Cup?" Ed thinks back, recalling a flyer in the Pokémon Center. "That's the Up-and-Coming tournament here in Mauville, right? I remember seeing something about that…" He puts his hand to his chin, muttering to himself. "With a prize amount that high, it would attract competitors from all across Hoenn, but with the Badge limitation, they'd all be roughly my level. I could make some good progress, and the sheer volume of styles on display would give plenty of data for my research… I've decided! I should enter that tournament!" He smacks his fist into his palm.

"Well it seems I'll have some competition." June giggles somewhat forcibly. "Honestly I’m not sure if I stand a chance after seeing your match. I definitely have a lot to learn from you.”

"Happy to help teach, I suppose. But there's no reason to limit ourselves to just battles, is there? I do appreciate you helping me today, and you're one of the few who has actually taken interest in my studies. Would you like to get together sometime, when you're not working, I mean. We could discuss tactics, or talk about our Pokémon, or maybe just let our Joltik have a play date."

He retrieves the paper from his pocket, along with a pen, offering them to June. "I guess what I'm asking is… can I get your number? I'm between phones right now, but I could call you later, set something up?"

June blushes at the offer. Clearly she’s not often asked this question. “O-oh, um, I think that sounds swell! I haven’t had anyone to discuss my interests with either- well, not anyone who feels the same about them anyways.” Slowly and carefully, she writes out her phone number below her name, which she’s penned in-full in kanji. After painstakingly detailing her information, she takes one last look at the paper before freezing in disbelief.

“Oh…?” June mutters to herself, focusing on a detail of the paper, then looks to Ed. “I’m sure it must be a coincidence, but… well, I noticed you had another name here that someone I know happens to share, that being ‘Marie’. If it’s alright, could I ask more about her?”

"Oh. Uh…" Ed thinks for a moment, but decides it'll be fine, especially if June does already know her. "Perhaps it is coincidence, but this number is for Marie Rachelle Mocinno." He recites her name precisely as she herself usually does, as though it's her standard greeting. "Do you know her? About my height, usually has a Natu or a Slowpoke with her? Somewhat dark hair, usually in a bandanna, but not so much last I saw her…" He glances down at his hand, at the faint scars between his thumb and index finger. "She's a friend."

”Oh.” June’s face goes pale as her voice drops. “That’s definitely the same Marie I know… you don’t happen to know if she’s in Mauville currently, do you?”

Ed has to think about that, and comes to the conclusion that he's forgotten something important. "She might be. We were traveling together, but split up at the Ranger Station. She took the Mauport Bridge, while I took the land bridge. I was going to call her as soon as I got my new phone, but that didn't pan out. She could still be in Mauport, or maybe she arrived today. I honestly don't know."

“I see. She is collecting badges, so it makes sense…”

"I have an idea." Ed lightly places his hand over June’s, retrieving his paper and pen. "I'm going to go shopping for a new phone. Afterwards, I'll call Marie and ask where she is, and if she's in town, I'll call you and let you know. Sound fair?"

“I… I think that sounds fair, yes.” June says, looking more upbeat. “And if we do meet up again, I’d absolutely love to see more of your Joltik!”

"Wonderful. It's a date." Ed rises, making sure he has everything. "I'll let you get back to work now. It was a pleasure meeting you, Miss Junko. Thank you again for your help." He bows his head, tipping a nonexistent hat to her. "I'll see you around, hopefully soon!"

A joint post between Groc and QueenNothing.

Groc

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Natsuko Soyokaze
Tuesday, October 6th; midday
Route 110



Rather than head straight into Mauville, Tsu had taken a detour down to the Ranger Station. She'd already returned her bike, and unfortunately didn't win the raffle, so she probably won't be going back to Mauport any time soon. She might return someday, but not this day. The Rangers had a whole spiel for her about crossing the bridge, but Tsu had cheerfully interrupted that she didn't intend to cross, she just wanted to do some training.

That started a whole other conversation, about how battling and capturing Pokémon was strictly prohibited on the land bridge, which again Tsu interrupted that she didn't want to battle or catch anything, she just wanted to train. The Ranger on duty (whose name tag read "Marion", though he introduced himself as John) seemed at first confused, then delighted, and offered to help Tsu himself. There was apparently no shortage of Rangers, and with just a phone call he was able to get someone to cover desk duty while he went with Tsu.

Tsu can't help but feel a little rebellious as John leads her out onto Route 110, all of her Pokémon and Poké Balls still in her possession. A part of her wonders what kind if mischief she could cause, but ultimately she can't think of anything worthwhile. Not with a Ranger so close, eager to help her as he is.

So instead she calls out Stacy, which is the main point of coming out here. Stacy lands on the ground nearby, which John notes is odd.

"Most Gyarados have no problems flying." He looks her over carefully, which Stacy doesn’t appreciate, although she stays quiet. "It's actually the most common method of evolution for Magikarp, attaining enough height to experience the sensation and trigger their ancient instincts. She should have been flying from the moment she evolved, but you say she just started?"

"Well, yesterday was the first time she's done it on command. She flew once before, when it was raining, but usually she just kinda rests on the ground."

"Maybe she's just lazy." John pats her side as he says it, and Stacy roars at him in annoyance.

"Hey! You don't have to be rude!" Tsu takes Stacy's side, but John doesn't flinch at either woman yelling at him, merely looking up at Stacy expectantly. She tilts her head in confusion, glancing over at Tsu uncertainly.

"Mm-hmm, just as I thought." John pats Stacy's side as he steps away. "She's all bark and no bite. She's never had to push herself since she's evolved, has she?"

"What do you mean? She struggled when she first evolved, like against Gym Leaders and stuff."

"But other than that?" John presses, but Tsu’s expression tells him what he needs to know. "Let me guess, she usually stays in her ball until it's time to battle? It's a common problem new trainers have with Gyarados. They're notoriously strong, but all that power is just a crutch. Stacy here isn't good at flying because she's never had to be, and without proper exercise, she never will be."

"So, what do you suggest?" Tsu moves to Stacy's side, hugging her in concern. "Should I have her out of her ball more, letting her practice?"

John pats Stacy's side, smiling gently. "That's a good start, but remember she can't fly all the time. She needs water as well, and should be swimming more. I understand your concerns, it's hard to keep a Gyarados when you're in town, or if you're traveling. But she has needs that need to be addressed. You don't want her getting fat and lazy, do you? Any more than she already is?"

Stacy growls angrily at the Ranger, trying to intimidate him. Tsu hugs her tighter, again giving John a mean look. "You need to watch what you say about the Duchess, Ranger. You'll make her mad."

John shrugs as he steps back. "Consider it motivation. Prove me wrong and I'll stop. Are you two ready? Your training begins now." He heads off at a light jog, calling back over his shoulder for them to keep up with him.

"Let's do this, Stacy! I believe in you!" Tsu cheers, and Stacy puffs out a sigh before leaping into the air to give chase.

"You're falling behind, Tsu! Pick up the pace!"

"Wait, me?!" Tsu jumps in surprise, pointing to herself incredulously.

"Well, I'm not going to do all the work for you! She's your Pokémon, you need to train her! So you need to be able to keep up with her."

Tsu makes a half-formed sound of protest, but starts jogging after the Ranger so she doesn't get scolded again.

👟 👟 Later... 👟 👟

"Giving up already, Tsu? It's only been an hour." John jogs in place next to Tsu, who now lays facedown in the sand by the water. She wishes it was soft like Slateport Beach, but this sand is coarse, rough, and irritating, and it got everywhere: in her shoes, her shirt, her hair... she has sand in her everything.

More sand is kicked up as Stacy lands next to Tsu, causing her to quickly look away and sputter as some gets in her face. Stacy roars softly in concern, so Tsu pushes heself up. "Lay off, Marion, I'm not really built for this kind of thing! No one told me this was a marathon!"

He stops running, looking away in embarrassment, and Tsu feels bad for snapping at him. "Hey, John, I'm sorry. I don't know why I yelled at you..."

"It's fine, Miss Natsuko." He says brusquely. "Emotions can run high during training, that's all. Go ahead and get in the water, please."

"Oh... okay..." Tsu pats Stacy on the side, taken aback by his abrupt change of demeanor. She'd argue about going into the water, but she's already drenched in sweat, maybe it'll make her feel better? Stacy jumps back into the air, splashing down a little further from the shore. It's almost scary how easily she disappears from view, despite her size. How deep is the water here?

John stops her as she wades in, apparently having similar thoughts. "Wait, I just meant her! The water is deep enough for her to swim around for a bit, but the tides are a bit strong for humans!"

Oh. Yeah, that makes sense.

She almost complains, but then figures wet socks will just have to be her punishment for calling him the wrong name. At least she didn't get swept away or go all the way in. What a day to wear a white shirt...

She puts that from her mind as Stacy pops her head back out of the water. She roars at Tsu, bobbing up and down, making her smile. "I see you, Stacy! Don't scare the local fish too much!"

John actually laughs, which makes Tsu feel better. At least she didn't put him too out of sorts. "Introducing an apex predator to the area? Yeah, that'll scare the locals just a bit. Luckily we're just passing through. Please don't eat anyone down there, Stacy!"

Stacy snorts, and sinks back below the water with a small grin. Tsu can practically hear her thinking man, I'm gonna. She laughs sheepishly as she steps out of the water. "She'll be fine. She won't cause too much fuss, I promise."

John scoffs. He probably saw her expression, too. He pulls a water bottle from his bag, cracking it open and sipping at it slowly. It makes Tsu realize how thirsty she is, but she'd left her bag back at the Ranger Station, so she doesn't have any. She fidgets a little, then just asks, "Got any more of those? It's kinda hot out here."

"Yeah, and we've been running. Gotta stay hydrated." He pours the other half of the water over his face, crumples the bottle and tucks it back into his bag. "But that was all I had."

Wha- rude! Tsu's cheeks puff up as she tries not to scowl at him. She can't very well demand he hand over his water, but he didn't have to torment her like that!

John laughs at her expression, pulling out a second bottle. "I'm just psyducking with you, of course I have more! You should see your face right now, you're cute when you're mad."

Tsu blushes as she snatches the bottle from his hand, gulping the water down as she refuses to make eye contact. Why do people keep calling me cute?

"Whoa, slow down, don't hurt yourself. Take it easy, let your body properly absorb the water- aaaand it's gone."

Tsu gasps as she finishes the bottle in one long pull. "Hah! ...sorry, what were you saying?"

John shakes his head and starts walking again, allowing Tsu to keep pace with him. "I get it, it's hot. And you're sweating. That's how humans keep cool, but you don't want to drink too fast, that's not going to help. All that water's just gonna go to your stomach and not actually rehydrate you. You can make yourself sick if you drink too much water too fast."

"Oh..." Tsu looks away from him. She really should learn these kinds of things if she's going to be walking everywhere. "I'm not that sweaty, am I?"

John glances at her torso, then back forward. "It's kinda noticeable, yeah. But working up a good sweat is nothing to be ashamed of! Means you've put in some honest work today! It's a good start to Stacy's training."

Tsu is only half listening, feeling flustered over her appearance, but that last part perks her ears up. "Start? You mean this isn't it?"

John chuckles at that. "Well, yeah. You're just getting started. We've got a ways to go before she's in top shape. And that's just physical training, I'm not including any techniques we want to help her develop. ...how long did you think this was going to take?"

"Like... an afternoon? Couple hours at most?" Tsu realizes how silly that sounds as soon as she says it.

"Ha! You're cute. Uh, I mean, you're funny! No, that's funny! I mean..." John stumbles over his words, which just embarrasses them both. "It's gonna take some time. And I don't recommend trying to train her in the city. You could take her to SkyPark, if you don't mind paying ₽3000 to get in, but that's more for relaxation than recreation."

Tsu winces at the price tag. After her recent string of victories, she's feeling pretty comfortable financially, but that's a lot of pocket change for a walk in the park. She looks out over the water, surprised to see Stacy at the shore, looking back at her. She hadn't even heard her emerge, that's actually scary to think about.

"Guess you heard all that, huh?" Tsu forces a smile, and Stacy exhales loudly. "We can keep coming here, right John? I can schedule some time to come train every day, and I'll stay until it's done."

"That's... one option, sure. Are you sure you're willing to stay in the city for that long? Most traveling trainers aren't."

Tsu chuckles, reaching out for Stacy. Stacy leans in to nuzzle Tsu’s hand. "I don't have anywhere I need to be. And it's worth it, for her."

"That's a good attitude to have..." John nods slowly, taking off his hat to scratch the back of his head. "Hey, here's an idea: what if you left her with me?"

Stacy and Tsu turn their heads to look at him simultaneously. "Huh?"

"Hear me out. I'm out here just about every day, unless I'm stuck on desk duty. But there are enough of us that I can easily swap with someone, especially if I'm working with a Pokémon. We have Rangers out on side projects all the time! I can work with Stacy, do some real one on one stuff, and we can focus on that while you're in the city. That way you don't have to disrupt your travel plans, and the time that you were going to set aside for training, you can instead come visit her out here! I'll even give you my number so you can call me and find me wherever I go. What do you think? Sound like a plan?"

Tsu had stepped closer to Stacy during this, hugging the Duchess' face while processing the idea. She's willing to stay for as long as it takes, but this sounds like more dedicated training for Stacy than Tsu simply putting aside a few hours every day. She knows she still has to think about her other four, but they're easier to work with inside the city.

"Cottage Grove is sounding real nice right about now." Tsu speaks softly into Stacy's ear. "Plenty of space, get to hear stories from people, friendly neighbors... maybe we should retire there?"

Stacy nudges Tsu with her head, nearly knocking her over. Tsu holds on tight, really not wanting to get pushed over into the water. "I'm joking! Of course we're gonna keep traveling. But... I don't know, do you want to train with the Ranger?"

Stacy looks back at John, and narrows her eyes grumpily before looking back to Tsu with an inquisitive grunt.

Tsu grins, but shakes her head. "No, you can't eat him if he insults you again. That would only prove him right, and we don't want to give him the satisfaction."

Stacy huffs out a breath, and John looks concerned for the first time. "Can you actually understand her, or are you just psyducking with me?"

"Why don't you call her fat again and find out?" Tsu smiles coyly, while Stacy snarls. John looks between the two before barking out a laugh.

"See, I know you're playing me, but you're right. I meant no disrespect, Duchess Stacy. I should have chosen my words better."

Stacy considers this, then roars in acquiescence.

"Stacy says she'll train with you." Tsu helpfully translates, stepping away from the water. "But I'll be back to check on her, every day. I'm trusting you, which I don't do lightly. Give me your phone number."

John doesn't argue, but looks at her differently as they exchange information. "You got serious all of a sudden. It's a good look for you."

"Let's keep this professional, okay?" Tsu blushes slightly, which just makes John grin. "You know... my girlfriend might not like the way you keep looking at me."

That wipes the smile off his face. "Oh. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to give you the wrong idea, forgive me if I was being too forward..."

Tsu fights not to smile, giving a curt nod in response. "Apology accepted. Now, I'm going back. It'll be dinner time by the time I get back to the city. Are you coming with?"

"I'm legally obligated to." John sighs, which makes Stacy chuckle as she hops onto shore. "But only to the Station. Then Stacy and I are staying out here."

"That's... fair, I suppose. Thank you. For doing this. I didn't realize I wasn't treating her right."

"Hey, you clearly care about her. And she cares about you. So you must be doing something right. You just need to be a bit more health conscious."

Tsu chuckles at that. "Sure, I'll work on that."

Eleanor

Leafeon time~

Age 22
she/her
Italy
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6.1 Years





Avril Reese

16 - ♀ - Laverre City



Pokémon / Inventory:

AVRIL'S MONEY: $37 000

AVRIL'S TEAM:
🌼 Poppy (Flabébé) ♀
Flower Veil
Synthesis, Fairy Wind, Grassy Terrain, Aromatherapy, Wish, Petal Blizzard

🌼 Hydrangea (Shellos) ♀
Storm Drain
Water Pulse, Mud Bomb, Recover, Rain Dance, Mud Sport, Hidden Power (?)

🌼 Wisteria (Inkay) ♂
Infiltrator
Night Slash, Hypnosis, Topsy-Turvy, Pluck, Reflect, Psybeam

🌼 Thistle (Wooloo) ♀
Bulletproof
Tackle, Growl, Defense Curl, Copycat, Guard Split, Double Kick

Away:
🌼 Venus (Mawile) ♀ - at Littleroot Research Lab

AVRIL'S INVENTORY:
🌼 1 Empty Pokéball
🌼 2 Potions
🌼 Eviolite
🌼 Silk Scarf
🌼 TM for Ally Switch (from Wally)
🌼 5 Rare berries
🌼 Sea Incense
🌼 Pink Scarf
🌼 TM for ??? (from the Trick House)
🌼 Light Clay

🌼 Holotch (phone version)
🌼 Fanclub Membership card - valid until October 17th
🌼 Ophelia's stamp
🌼 Various clothes and commodities
🌼 Pink Woolen Hat
🌼 Binoculars

🌼 Rental skates again

AVRIL'S CONTACTS:
Jordie, Shuna, Natsuko, June, Marcella, Hikaru

AVRIL'S BADGES AND RIBBONS:
🥊

🎀• 1

🌼 Avril's birth date is April 25th, 2010
🌼 Character art made with https://picrew.me/image_maker/338886
Ruiner of Peace
Tuesday, October 6th - around 10 a.m. - Verdanturf Parkway
“Look, I could never join those lunat- I mean, it’s really not my cup of tea!” I protest. “I was just spending some time with my Pokémon…”

“Oh, I see. But… what is your cup of tea then? Is it contests maybe?”

I look up at whoever interrupted me, and of course, it’s just that skater. The one that I saw practicing a few advanced moves before. Tall, quite slender, sunglasses on her face (or his? I’m not entirely sure), and dark hair fading into bright purple ends. That’s quite unique - and easier to spot if I need to hide from this girl. She does look a bit older than me, but not by much.

“You good?”

“Ehhh? Sure…” I must’ve got distracted…“I like, well… cooking, that’s it!”

“Uh-uh, that’s interesting. If not for that, I would’ve never guessed.” The skater chuckles, pointing at the berry print kerchief on my head. “What are those little four for, then?”

“Well… no, wait. What do you mean?”

“Hm… you know what, let’s start from the beginning. Wanna come sit down for a bit?”

I follow her until the nearest bench. “Right! Name’s Paulie, gender’s up in the air, I use he or she but not they,” she announces. “And I’m a beginner trainer looking to improve! That’s why I got interested in what you were doing.”

I see Poppy floating towards me, while the rest of my team keeps playing in the grass. “Oh, I’m Avril! From Kalos. And that’s Poppy, my first Pokémon.”

Paulie watches me as if I need to continue talking. “I’m… a trainer too! On paper.” I mutter. “More than anything I’m trying to be a good friend for my Pokémon and… travel together for a bit?”

“Aw, come on, you’ve got to have a dream you’re chasing after! You can be a great trainer, or a gym leader…”

I evidently roll my eyes. Not more of the same, please. “Fine, whatever… what about you then?”

“Oh this will be interesting! The person in front of you, Avril, will be on all the big screens near you!” She laughs. “I’m into acting, ‘specially with Pokémon. There’s just so much you can do with them and I’m all for it!”

After a basic rundown of that and a shout out to these ‘PokéWood Studios’ somewhere far away - which honestly was interesting to listen to, but not enough to get me right into that field, Paulie changes topic. “Wanna skate together in the meantime?”

“I’m not going to keep up with you, I’m afraid…”

The other girl shakes her head. “Do you know how many times you felt today? Zero!” She chuckles. “You’re not so bad at it, you got the balance part down.”

For how long has she been watching me!?

I’m still feeling uneasy about this. “I’ve only been skating with my Pokémon because they asked me to and… in fact I’d better go see how the others are doing.”

“Fine, I’ll be around here for a bit longer…!” I hear behind me as I just get up and skate back to where Angie, Wisteria and Thistle are. I find them enjoying themselves quite a lot in the puddles that Shellos has created, but I still have to make sure that Wooloo is doing fine. That ends up in Wisteria pushing her against me, making me fall down and forcing me to sit on the parkway for a few minutes with a Pokémon nearly on top of me… but we don’t talk about that.

Now… I get wanting to find out what your Pokémon can do for you, but isn’t Paulie thinking about it too much? All I’m happy with is to see my Pokémon happy, that’s the most important thing. That’s why I’ve been skating again today - because Poppy wanted me to… and that’s fine.

Wait… Poppy?

“Thistle, please let me get up! I have to…”

I roll back to the bench where me and Paulie sat down, change into my sandals, and start looking for Poppy in the vicinity, walking into the grass and kneeling to check into the few flower bushes. Only when I hear the sound of wheels on the pavement, do I realize I got it all wrong.

“Avril? Everything alright?”

I can barely utter the name of my Pokémon when I hear her chirp. And it comes from above, just like the voice of the person looking down at me… who of course is none other than Paulie. Poppy’s right there in her hair.

“What’re you doing there!?” I ask, sort of outraged. Poppy just laughs at that, while Paulie apologizes. “I literally found out now that your Pokémon was in my hair… I swear. That must’ve been a crazy ride too…”

“Uh?” Poppy nods happily as I look at her, flabbergasted. With her flower, she points down at Paulie’s skates.

“I mean sure, she’s better than me, but…”

The purple haired girl tries to calm me down. “You said it’s your Pokémon who wanted you to skate, right?”

“Why, yes…” I answer, trying to predict where she’s going. She hits right back. “What if she just wanted to stay on someone who’s skating? As if, it doesn’t have to be you.”

Ok, that’s the opposite of what you should say to calm me down.

“So that’s why she came to you, uh?” To my dismay, Poppy nods again.

Paulie slowly takes off her sunglasses. “It’s just about how far you’ll go for each other, how many challenges you’ll endure for each other… but it’s like that for all friendships, every time you and someone else wanna do something together.” She tries to put a hand on my shoulder, making me wobble in the process.

“Years ago I used to skate with a bunch of friends, but only me and another boy decided to practice seriously and learn all the tricks you see me do. When we started going to the rink in the city for dance nights and whatever, our friends didn’t want to come because it was too much for them. That was the best outcome for everyone, even if we don’t see each other as often.”

I raise an eyebrow. “What are you trying to say?”

“I don’t know, something helpful I hope.” Paulie winks. “Something to the effect of… in a friendship, all the parties need to be happy.”

“H-have I not done enough for Poppy? Is she unhappy with me?” I get all defensive.

“Nah… what if you’re the unhappy one? You worry too much about her if it’s true you went skating only because she asked.”

“I mean… I’m happy to see her happy, that’s enough, right?” I say, falling into Paulie’s trap. “With that face, Avril?”

“Uff…” I look to the ground in defeat.

“You gotta like skating a bit yourself, don’t you?”

“I guess so. I’ve felt kinda nice just cruising along these paths, you know?”

Paulie smiles. “You know what, let’s get back to the city for now. If you ever wanna skate together, you’ll know where to find me anyways! And…”

She seems to blush slightly beneath the sunglasses she’s put on once again. “We can take it easy next time.”


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Leafeon time~

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Avril Reese

16 - ♀ - Laverre City



Pokémon / Inventory:

AVRIL'S MONEY: $37 000

AVRIL'S TEAM:
🌼 Poppy (Flabébé) ♀
Flower Veil
Synthesis, Fairy Wind, Grassy Terrain, Aromatherapy, Wish, Petal Blizzard

🌼 Hydrangea (Shellos) ♀
Storm Drain
Water Pulse, Mud Bomb, Recover, Rain Dance, Mud Sport, Hidden Power (?)

🌼 Wisteria (Inkay) ♂
Infiltrator
Night Slash, Hypnosis, Topsy-Turvy, Pluck, Reflect, Psybeam

🌼 Thistle (Wooloo) ♀
Bulletproof
Tackle, Growl, Defense Curl, Copycat, Guard Split, Double Kick

Away:
🌼 Venus (Mawile) ♀ - at Littleroot Research Lab

AVRIL'S INVENTORY:
🌼 1 Empty Pokéball
🌼 2 Potions
🌼 Eviolite
🌼 Silk Scarf
🌼 TM for Ally Switch (from Wally)
🌼 5 Rare berries
🌼 Sea Incense
🌼 Pink Scarf
🌼 TM for ??? (from the Trick House)
🌼 Light Clay

🌼 Holotch (phone version)
🌼 Fanclub Membership card - valid until October 17th
🌼 Ophelia's stamp
🌼 Various clothes and commodities
🌼 Pink Woolen Hat
🌼 Binoculars

🌼 Rental skates again

AVRIL'S CONTACTS:
Jordie, Shuna, Natsuko, June, Marcella, Hikaru

AVRIL'S BADGES AND RIBBONS:
🥊

🎀• 1

🌼 Avril's birth date is April 25th, 2010
🌼 Character art made with https://picrew.me/image_maker/338886
Your turn to decide
Tuesday, October 6th - 11:30 a.m. - Mauville Pokémon Center
With Paulie now busy with a training session of her own, Avril has some time all for herself before lunch time comes around. She’s decided to spend it in her Pokémon Center room, making some sense of what the other skater told her before, but for the first few minutes, her mind seems to be elsewhere.

“Ok, this dress is good to go, this shirt is fine too, this goes in the washing machine…” Poppy hears her trainer’s mumbling as she’s kneeling down beside her bag. “Skates were 1.5k for three days so I’ll have to decide if I need them again and look at my money count…” and then “Goodness, where’s the case with my sunglasses?”

It doesn’t take her long before she gets tired of that. Soon, she’s flying in front of Avril, trying to catch her attention. It works, and Avril is soon sitting at her room’s small table, again looking at that Mauville promotional pamphlet. “Is there anything else you want me to see here?” She asks, casually turning the pages.

Poppy points her flower in her direction, then at the table, chirping excitedly.

“Hm?”

Poppy nods, still pointing the flower stem towards Avril. Then she crosses her tiny arms, and her face gets more smug.

“Should I just… read it all again?”

Soon enough, that’s precisely what Avril finds herself doing. She skims through the pages again, finding out that she didn’t find much information about Mauville’s gym leader because… there was actually very little of it to begin with. She smiles when she sees the SkyPark and the Verdanturf Parkway being mentioned, and a tiny note she didn’t see the first time informs her that skating around Mauville City proper is also perfectly fine. She raises an eyebrow when she lands on the Game Corner page, and promptly shuts down any interest Poppy may have had for that facility by turning the page.

That lands her onto some pictures of Mauville Beach and Mauville Hills. Further ahead, the “Contest Hall” gets some spotlight. Avril sits on this page for quite a while, and raises her head only to see Poppy staring intently at her from up close.

“Have you found anything else you wanna do, Poppy?”

She showers Avril with Fairy Wind particles in response.

"Are you just saying... it's my turn?"

Poppy twirls in the air approvingly, before having her go through most of the pamphlet again and trying to get her opinion on everything that's in there. Her trainer has not many positive things to say about things like the Gym or the Game Corner, but…

“You know, if we’re going to stay here for a few days, I’d be happy to visit the Hill Station area, it looks so nice! The beach too actually,” Avril mutters. “That could bring back some nice memories.” Poppy nods, relieved to hear those answers.

“I might go back to the fanclub and chill with you, or cook some more stuff if they still have the kitchenware available. I guess… skating on the parkway is something we could do more often, though I’m not sure about doing that in the city since it seemed kinda crowded.”

Poppy shrugs, while still keeping up her playful smile. “Contests… right. I know that you really like them and they are quite nice at first, it’s the second round that gets me…” Avril sighs. She’s genuine here, and from her voice, Poppy can tell that she means everything she’s said. The Flabébé does her best to lay down on the pamphlet and point her arm towards the grandstand of the contest hall, visible in one picture.

“I thought you wanted to participate in more contests, not just spectate…?” The blonde girl questions, but Poppy tries to reassure her. “I have to say, I’m not very keen on letting you battle after what happened with that evolution attempt… I-I know now that you also wanted to spend time with me in this form and a-all…”

Poppy smiles, but then dismisses Avril with a chuckle. She points towards the rest of her Pokéballs, which are comfortably staying inside of the girl’s cloth bag. She seems very excited about it.

“So you want to spend more time with your teammates, uh Poppy? Is that the plan for this afternoon?”

More Fairy Wind comes the girl’s way. But as the particles fade, Pokémon and trainer are just smiling at each other. “You know, let’s just have lunch, call them out, and see what they say too. I’m getting a lot of ideas.”


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Chapter 6 #3 - Intervention / Interrogation

Marie occupies herself only momentarily with a VR station before Sunny bursts from the little office in a huff, holding a delirious Sputter in her arms. She stops when she sees Marie, Sputter waving happily, and returns the Ghost to her ball.

"Not yet tournament-ready, then?"

Sunny just scowls back at the door. "I don't know how anyone's supposed to win when the leader cheats like that. He was all 'oh, it's random, better luck next time!' But my team are all exhausted because apparently VR does weird stuff to Pokémon! They need time to rest, and I can't challenge again for at least a half hour!" She sighs, a little drained after that rant. "How about you, any luck?"

VR? It makes sense that Leader Eiddon would use some kind of VR something in his battles, but Marie can't imagine how it would exhaust a Pokémon more than just battling normally. But! To be honest, she doesn't care to speculate at the moment- far more interesting is regaling Sunny with tales of Edison's chaotic night as they wander toward the exit.

Sunny keeps looking at Marie suspiciously, or shaking her head in disbelief. "...are you sure we're talking about the same guy? I can't believe Eddie would do even half of all that. What happened to him out there?"

And that's the question, isn't it? As much as Marie is entertained by these stories and loves to get right into the gossip- this is Edison. This is a strange yet polite teenager that had always come off as meek and relatively easy to push around. Both Sunny and Marie herself had done so without much concern. He'd always been reasonable and knowledgeable and thoughtful- what the hell could have unleashed this unhinged terror on Mauville?

And with Sunny, a girl who has known him far longer than Marie has, asking the same question…

"I suppose we'd best track him down and find out, hm?"

"Probably. Do you know where he is? I don't like the idea of him being all alone in a city this large."

"It certainly seems like he shouldn't be left alone anywhere." Marie slips her phone out of her pocket and stares at it. "He's not got a new phone yet, I'm sure. Not if he's lost his mind." She swipes through apps vaguely anyway. "What does he like? Where would he go?"

Sunny checks her own phone, putting it away after a glance. "He promised he'd call. Why didn't he call? If he doesn't have a phone yet, maybe he's at the store getting a new one? If they're even open this late."

"Mauville is a- a twenty-four-hour city," Marie parrots her father from a long-ago conversation. "So perhaps they are. I suppose we could call them."

Some directory searching and a few calls later, they receive confirmation from the only purveyor of Holotch products in the city- no, they have not seen anyone of that description during their shift, thank you.

"No phone, then." Marie hums. "And we're a day behind him, aren't we?"

"Dammit!" Sunny angrily knocks over a bowl of popcorn on the counter, spilling kernels everywhere. "Fine, everyone we've talked to is useless. What do we know about Eddie, my Eddie, not this crazy man everyone here met? He's tidy, always in his head… he's a creature of habit. Where would he be this late at night?"

"This- oh, it's nearly eleven…" Marie suppresses a yawn that apparently has been waiting for an opportune moment. "I personally would be asleep, if not for all this terribly interesting information."

"Perfect, then that's where we'll look. Unless he really likes camping now, he'd find a Pokémon Center and get a room. Let's head back, it's literally the first stop on the tram."

"Ah. Not a bad thought, Sunny Dey," Marie allows, and they make their way into and out of a still-busy tram situation with much more ease than their first two attempts.

And yet, there is still a problem.

"This Pokémon Center is massive." Marie can't quite keep the awe out of her voice, not now that she actually is taking in the layout and therefore the true scale of the building. Even only a single floor has a maze of dormitories, and to multiply such by three? Astonishing. And also, impossible. "We are absolutely not going to knock on every single door in this facility."

"Then we ask someone! Apparently he hasn't been very subtle, maybe some of the staff have seen him." Sunny heads for the nearest help desk. "Hi, I'm looking for my friend? His phone is broken and I wanted to make sure we're at the right Pokémon Center." She pulls his photo up on her phone for reference. Marie cranes her neck to see the photo- a shot of Ed, looking at his Holotch while Neo hovers nearby. He doesn't seem aware Sunny took this. It's very cute, and makes some things almost painfully obvious.

The attendant meets Sunny's demand with a level gaze. "Must be at the right one, 'cause this's the only one."

"Great! So have you seen him?"

"Nope."

"Well, who has?!" Sunny pounds her fist on the counter. "He showed up yesterday, someone has to have seen him!"

"Maybe. I didn't work yesterday. Find someone who did."

Sunny growls in frustration, knocking over a little cup of pens. "Some help desk! That's false advertising! You're actively lying to people!"

This is the point where Marie delicately inserts two fingers into the back of Sunny's collar and draws her away. "My apologies. She is volatile, though not as much as you were unhelpful. We'll be going."

Going to this floor's cafeteria, as it is the nearest area with more staff that they can flash the picture of Edison at. Eventually, a custodial worker directs them up one level, where they then strike gold- a soft-spoken older man, who had indeed been working the previous night.

"Ah, this boy… he seemed troubled. Struggling. Perhaps he was simply tired, though."

"What do you mean, 'struggling'? Was he hurt? Where'd he go?" Sunny goes to grab him, but Marie deftly holds her back.

"Mm… I would describe him as 'wobbly', with a side of 'twitchy'. Too young for alcohol, certainly, or I would think… no, no. Simply tired, I must assume." The man gestures toward the nearest dormitory hall. "I made sure he got in, at least. Room #227. I suppose you could go knock. But if he doesn't answer, I wouldn't persist. Let him rest."

Sunny barely lets him finish before heading in the direction he pointed. "Ah- your help is appreciated, thank you-" Marie gets out before quickening her stride to easily catch up to Sunny, nearly at the referenced door already. "Inconsiderate," she huffs. Not that Sunny cares.

"Huh?" Sunny barely registers Marie's words, knocking at the door. "Eddie, are you in there?" She goes to jiggle the handle, but the door simply opens. She doesn't question it, and just heads inside.

"Wh- wait, hey-" Isn't this exactly what Edison had complained about, back in Littledale? The assumption that Sunny has a right to his privacy, a right to his things- but…

Perhaps this qualifies as an emergency?

Marie doesn't hesitate long, with that thought.

Despite the size of the Center itself, the room is fairly standard, perhaps even smaller than some other rooms they've been to. It seems designed to make optimal use of the space, being little more than a closet with a bed. Edison's backpack and satchel lie on the floor, his shirt and shoes haphazardly tossed beside them, and the boy himself is sprawled on the bed, lifting himself up in alarm at the sudden light and sound.

"Wha-" is all Edison can say before Sunny tackles him, wrapping her arms around him with a shout of "Eddie!"

She grabs him by the shoulders, now frowning at him. "What's wrong with you? Do you know how worried about you we've been?!"

"Apologies for the late-night intrusion." Marie folds her arms and sits primly at the foot of the bed. "But you do have some explaining to do."

"How did you…" Edison looks between the two, then at the open door behind them. He sighs, putting a hand to Sunny's chest and pushing her off of him. She chooses instead to stand by the bed, looking down at him in disapproval. "Fine. I've been putting things together myself. What do you want to know?"

"Well. I've been speaking to some Game Corner regulars." At that, even in the dim light from only the hallway, she can see his eyes widen slightly as his face turn a bit red, and he looks down with a sigh. "So we do have a good collection of facts, but not much in the way of understanding."

"Would you believe that I was… not in my right mind?" Edison takes a moment to collect his thoughts before looking up at them. "I was not prepared to go off on my own. That was my first mistake, but not my biggest one. When I arrived here in Mauville, I got some good advice from a local merchant, who in hindsight I should not have trusted, and I think I might have been poisoned. I… tried to self-medicate, and after that I don't remember much. I spent some time inside, I imagine, before heading to the Gym."

"The Gym? That was the first thing you did?" Sunny shakes her head at him.

"Can we please backtrack to suspected poisoning?" Marie requests, a bit pitchily but certainly not unreasonably.

Edison tilts his head slightly at her reaction, but complies. "I bought what I thought were simple mints from this man, but… they did something to me, physically. I was shaking, my mind was racing and my heart even moreso. I heard someone talk of a drink to calm their nerves-" Sunny slaps the wall behind her, shaking her head, but lets him continue. "...and followed them to a bar. Suffice to say, it didn't help, and from there it's all a bit of a blur."

"...Pep-Ups. You mixed Pep-Ups with alcohol." Marie says flatly.

"Technically, I didn't mix them. I had one, then the other, thinking they would counteract each other."

"And they mixed in your stomach, you idiot!" Sunny chimes in.

"And aren't you underage?"

Edison averts his eyes from Marie's. "Yes, I'm only fifteen, but I didn't actually go into the bar this time. I sent my Pokémon in instead."

"Aren't they underage?" Marie immediately cuts that train of thought and Edison's attempted retaliation off with more pressing concerns. "No, actually, no- this is all a problem. Are you insane?"

"I've never been diagnosed as such."

"You could have been arrested," Marie huffs.

"That is a possibility that I hadn't considered." Edison at least looks concerned about that. "Last time, I was simply given a warning not to go into any more bars until I came of age. I technically complied with the letter of the law."

"Is that what you got arrested for before? And you- okay, I can respect some delicate loophole work, but- Edison." Marie, astonishingly, finds herself at a loss for words and resorts to channeling her concern, disappointment, shock, and all other swirling emotions into the tone with which she says his name.

"I made some mistakes, I know. I don't know what came over me, but I wasn't myself."

"People saw you." Sunny says simply. "You acted weird, you broke the law, and people saw you. How can someone so smart be so dumb?"

Edison looks at her, a bit confused perhaps. "Sunny… are you alright? Why do you care so much about my… misadventures? Why are you so worried?"

"Because I lo- uh, you lost your mind, by the sounds of it." Sunny trips over her words, but catches herself. "You don't remember? People say you were curled up in corners and eating out of trash cans. They said they had to drag you out of the Game Corner, and you got banned from the Gym! That's why I'm worried! Because you're my friend!"

Sunny pushes past Marie on her way to the door. "You're stressing me out, and this room is smaller than our tent. I'll be in the hall."

Silence settles over the tiny room and its two remaining occupants.

Marie flexes her fingers against her upper arm. Sunny does love him, doesn't she? Now that she's fully admitted it to herself, it is barely contained- the girl is no good at keeping her emotions a secret, really. But this isn't the moment to be involving such emotions. This isn't the conversation that should lead to such a confession of feelings. Her own emotions, too, should remain contained. Edison is clearly going through something, so her agenda should be to find out what that something is. Not chastise him for making her feel…

She'll go with worried, as well.

"I think you'll have to be resigned to being babysat for the foreseeable future." Marie flashes a smile that is slightly too brittle. "All that talk about needing agency and space and look what happens when you have it."

Ah, that's- that's not keeping her emotions contained.

"Now, hold on." Edison protests, reaching for her hands. "Yesterday was a fluke, you can't seriously judge my behavior by my worst day. I did quite well out there on the land bridge, and inside the restricted area."

Marie allows her hands to be pulled towards Edison, and her arms to uncross with the motion. His placating gesture, though, doesn't override the additional information presented. "And what business did you have inside a restricted area?"

"I was running from a flock of birds." He looks her in the eye as he says this with complete seriousness. "Also, looking to recharge my batteries to feed N.D., and while I was there I caught some Pokémon. In my defense, no one told me it was off-limits until after I'd gone inside."

Marie shakes her head. It just keeps getting worse. "You should have gone over Mauport with us."

His grip on her hands tightens momentarily as he looks away from her eyes, then relaxes as he breathes out. "...perhaps. I thought I needed to make a decision, to do something for me for once, but every decision I've made after that has been the wrong one. I was not prepared, but I will do better." He looks back at her, and there's determination in his eyes, despite the bags under them.

Can she trust that?

Should she?

It's not uncommon, people being overzealous with newfound freedom. Perhaps Edison's chaotic experiences were simply a result of that, and he now has learned restraint. She has little reason to disbelieve him here, based on her own experiences. Except that… he's done this before. He's been arrested before, for similar things, for things he should certainly know better about- and now…

Marie closes her eyes for a moment. "Meet me for breakfast, hm? At eight, on this floor." She squeezes his hands gently, eyes still closed, and smiles when he squeezes them back.

"Breakfast sounds lovely. I'll see you at eight."

Marie opens her eyes and lets out a breath. That will do, for now. "Goodnight then, Edison. Sleep well." His hands slip easily from hers as she rises from the little bed.

"I'll try. I'll sleep better now. Good night, Marie." Edison watches Marie go, giving a little wave as she closes the door.

The latch clicks in time with her exhausted sigh.

"So am I invited too, or is breakfast an exclusive thing?" Sunny leans against the wall, arms crossed. Clearly she'd been listening. Of course she had.

"I suppose I would be remiss to exclude someone who loves him, wouldn't I?" Marie must be more tired than she thought, to be so blunt. It is what it is, and she'll just have to deal with what comes out of her mouth at this point. She can do that.

Even with Sunny's volatility.

Sunny's eyes go wide, and she grabs Marie's arm to pull her away from the door. "Don't say that so loud!" She hisses, looking around the empty hall. "I never said that, what's wrong with you?"

"You almost did, though." Marie allows herself to be led away, but needling at Sunny is still on the table. "You almost did, and you do, and it's not much of a secret to anyone that so much as looks at you two."

"No, it just slipped! He's my best friend, that would be weird, and he wouldn't understand. I-I mean, if it were true, he wouldn't. Because it's not."

"It isn't that strange to be in love with your best friend. Very common, in fact. I don't know why you think yourself exempt. Especially not with the way you behave with him, goodness. You know this, I know you do."

"He's not ready to hear it." Sunny holds her head in her hands, staring at the floor. "I'm not ready to say it." She looks up at Marie, glaring daggers like she hasn't in days. "This isn’t the time, and I don't think you should be there when it is."

Ah, too sensitive yet. "No, I wouldn't want you to be there if I said such either."

Sunny's glare vanishes, replaced with surprise. "Wait, if you said it? You're not in love with Eddie too, are you?"

"Ooh, look who said it!"

"So you admit it!" Sunny points an accusing finger at Marie, but pauses at the other girl’s gleeful expression. "Wait, what did I say?"

"You're not in love with Eddie too, are you?" Marie parrots, the hard emphasis on "too" taking away the odd feeling of calling Edison by a nickname. "Look at you! You can say it."

"I- Ah-" Sunny's mouth opens and closes as unintelligible squeaks escape her lips. She's caught, and she knows it, and words that were pent up for too long finally escape. "Just not to him! I don't know how to tell him, or when to say it! What if he rejects me? Or worse, what if he feels the same? What do I do then?!"

Sunny might be having emotions about it all, but Marie is far too entertained to either knock it off or give real advice. "I don't think you should be worried in the latter case. You'd just be dating, yes? Going out to eat. To the movies. For romantic walks. And very likely doing some kissing. That's the point of dating, is it not?"

Sunny seems surprised at Marie's words. Then contemplative. Then disturbed. She shakes her head quickly. "No no no no no! None of that stuff! Maybe dinners. But do you really think Eddie would go to the movies? Or for walks? That I would want to kiss.. uh… no!" She finishes rather lamely, but her blush gives her away.

"Well, what would you do on a date with Edison, then? If you're so disgusted by the idea of kissing him."

"Have you even been paying attention?" Sunny slumps and scowls. "I can't even walk to the next town with him anymore. My idea of a romantic walk would be hiking up a mountain trail. Eddie would want to stop and look for Furret to get bit by. The idiot."

"Yes, that does seem accurate." Marie tugs thoughtfully at a springy lock of hair. "I suppose you've gotten yourself in a predicament, then."

"See? I'm right." Sunny nods in satisfaction, then realizes what she just said. "So why do I feel so frustrated about it? Do I need to change something?"

"I think…" Marie doesn't have much on hand for this, actually. She never enters an interaction with intent to give any useful advice. "You must be frustrated because your romantic inclinations are not being fulfilled. Yes? That's clear. You want something- someone- that you can't have."

"Okay, that feels weird to hear. He's my best friend, you know? I didn't think there was anything more until I started losing him. And now… I don't like this. Can we talk about something else?"

"How are you going to achieve a satisfactory resolution by avoiding the issue?" Marie asks, head tilted.

"Same way I always do. Same way I'm gonna get into that tournament. I'm gonna throw myself at it until I can't do that anymore, and then I'll run away and do something else." Her breath catches after that. "I don't know what else to do. I think… I think I'm gonna go for a walk."

"It's well past bedtime-"

"Going for a walk!" Sunny yells over her shoulder, walking away from this conversation.

Ah well. One can only get so far at such a late hour, and she's had some fun. She, too, will sleep well tonight.

featuring Groc as Edison Kintobor & Sunny Dey



Spoiler: Team
Pokémon On Hand
Tuie ⟡ Xatu ⟡ Female ⟡ Magic Bounce ⟡
Air Slash // Teleport // Stored Power // Cosmic Power // Ominous Wind // Confuse Ray

Stunnie ⟡ Stunfisk ⟡ Male ⟡ Static ⟡
Sucker Punch // Mud Shot // Thundershock // Discharge // Water Gun // Mud Sport // Charge

Cutie ⟡ Alolan Exeggutor ⟡ Male ⟡ Frisk ⟡
Bullet Seed // Hypnosis // Reflect // Leech Seed // Dragon Hammer // Barrage

Pokie ⟡ Slowpoke ⟡ Male ⟡ Own Tempo ⟡
Disable // Confusion // Yawn // Water Pulse // Growl // Curse
Spoiler: Inventory
Trainers' License [Johto and Hoenn] ⟡

TM Magical Leaf ⟡
Empty PokéBalls x 3 ⟡
5x Chesto Berries ⟡
2x Fluffy Tail ⟡

Sunscreen ⟡
Berry-Print Bikini ⟡
Beach Towel ⟡
Oversized Sunglasses ⟡
Large But Lightweight Backpack ⟡
Rechargeable Battery + Charging Port Housing ⟡
Lidded Pot, Dishes, Chopsticks, Spoon ⟡
Camp Stove ⟡
Soap, Washcloth, Towel ⟡
Spoiler: Contacts
FAMILY
Dad ⟡ Mom ⟡ Brothers #1, #2, and #3

PEERS
Edison ⟡ Natsuko (via insta) ⟡ Sunny ⟡ Van

OTHER
Brawly ⟡ Brendan ⟡ Wally

marie & casey & rosey
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Chapter 4: Part 5 - Wishiwashi
09:25 - Cottage Grove’s Fishing Spot

“Can I take my Pokémon outside?”

Kyle puts a box on the ground and looks back at me with a serious expression, it takes some time for him to come up with an answer, and limits himself to just say “Sure.”

Neon’s DuskBall opens and he lands in front of Kyle. Kyle stares at him for a second, then looks back at me once again, pointing at Neon.

“Don’t Stunfisk eat fish?”

“I guess?” I answer, looking away from him, but he keeps his eyes set on me.

“Wishiwashi are fish.”

“So?” I fail to see Kyle's point at first, but I realize what he means later. “Ah, I’ve fished with him before, he’s okay. He just likes being near the water, y’know?”

I didn't fish for fish, though. However, that answer seems to calm Kyle down.

“So, how does this bait thing work?” I ask, sitting on the wooden dock, besides Kyle’s box with the fishing rod on my shoulder. “The two times I fished I didn't have any of that.”

Kyle opens the box and takes out a small berry, which he hands over to me. “It goes on the hook”.

“That’s all?”

“Well, bait is just food to lure the Pokémon in.”

“Ah! That’s…” pretty boring. “I don’t know what I expected.”

I put the berry on the hook, just like Kyle said, and try to clean the berry juice that came out on the wood. I end up cleaning it with some tissue Kyle brought, though, the dock is full of sand and ends up dirtying my fingers even more.

“Am I free to just toss this thing on the water now?” Kyle nods, and I swing the fishing rod forward. “How long does this take normally? Last time I fished it took like ten minutes to get something, y’know? I got bored really fast.”

“Well, fishing does take a lot of patience,” Kyle says. “The amount of fish in 103 is huge, though, so you won't have to wait that long, especially now that you have bait. Make it no more than three minutes.”

No more than two minutes pass when I see the bobber move and the fishing line starts being pulled away. Turns out Kyle was right, it doesn’t take that long here. I pull the fishing rod closer to my chest, as my left hand reels in. This one is just like Quinn back in Petalburg, it’s either really heavy, or knows how to put on a fight.

“It’s a Basculin.”

“You can identify it already?!”

“Well, it’s either Basculin or Wishiwashi, and Wishiwashi usually don’t put up a fight like that,” Kyle says.

Well, I don’t need a Basculin, y’know? I need a Wishiwashi!”

“Well, you should stop reeling in, then, you know?”

“I-” He has a point. However I can't get myself to stop. It's that feeling when you are so filled with adrenaline you gotta keep doing whatever you are doing and get it done right. That Basculin is right there and I won't lose this battle against it.

I get to hear Kyle sighing after seeing how I totally ignore his words, then I get up, fishing rod in hand, as I keep reeling in walking backwards. The Basculin swims at full speed, pulling the fishing line as it zigzags across the water and also trying to drag me with it to the water.

“The fishing rod doesn’t go on your chest, it goes on your waist,” Kyle points out in a serious tone. I feel Kyle's foot bumping my left one, then I manage to take a quick glance of him pushing his fishing box backwards. “Also, separate your legs at shoulder width and flex them a little bit, that way you won't fall backwards once the fish comes out.”

Following Kyle’s advice makes things way more comfortable for me, but the fish keeps going strong, trying to free itself from the hook. However…

“I can see the Basculin’s fin from here,” he says, then walks back to my right side, putting a hand on my shoulder, and points forward. “See that second fin back there? It has a single end. You got yourself a blue striped Basculin.”

“Almost. Not yet…”

“No, you already got it,” Kyle nods. “Don’t stop reeling in and hold the handle as hard as possible. When I tell you, you swing the fishing rod up with all your strength, okay?”

“Uh huh…” I do as Kyle says, giving a few steps backwards as well. I see how the Basculin starts approaching the water’s edge at a high speed, but at the same time, my shades fall from my head and completely block my sight.

“Now!”

Without being able to see anything, I swing the fishing rod upwards. It’s not until I see a silhouette hanging from the hook aggressively flailing in front of me that I take the time to put on my shades correctly.

There it is. A blue striped Basculin, Kyle was right. I’ve heard about them, they are known for being rather aggressive; in fact, they are known as the Hostile Pokémon. Never had one up close, though.

“I won.” Did I ever think I’d be so excited for fishing? No, but here we are. This moment feels really fulfilling, unlike my two previous experiences. However, this is sadly no Wishiwashi, which means it has to go back to the water now.

I’m about to grab it to set it free from the hook, but just as I’m about to, the Pokémon opens its mouth and falls. It startles me, and I back off, accidentally dragging the handle through the dock, which seems to startle the fish as well.

“Watch out!”

I am thankfully quick enough to dodge when the fish lunges at me to bite my leg, and it just passes by, knocking its head with a wooden pillar from the dock a few feet away from me, but the Basculin doesn’t seem to be hurt by it.

After flopping on the ground a few times, the Basculin turns around and takes a more convenient position for it to attack. It glares at me, with its jaw open, showing its sharp teeth as it emulates a swimming motion and bubbles come from under its body.

“Neon…” I put my hand in Gabby’s DuskBall out of pure instinct, and don’t look away from the Basculin until Neon drags himself in front of me and adopts a defensive position by raising the front half of his body, also adopting a darker color more akin to that of the dock. “Bide.”

The blue Basculin closes its jaw upon seeing Neon and lunges forward at great speed. Neon is capable of taking the hit with no problem, and sending the Basculin back to the water is an easy task once it finds itself unable to maneuver away from Neon’s counterattack after being afflicted by paralysis.

Meanwhile, I put the hand I had on Gabby’s DuskBall on my waist, sighing in relief, after seeing the results.

“Are you okay?” Kyle approaches me with a concerned look in his eyes, and I nod at him after running my hand through my face and putting my shades on top of my head again.

“Yeah, I’m fine…” With nothing else to say, I quietly turn around to grab the fishing rod again.

“It’s not every day you get attacked by a Pokémon like that. I can take care of the fish if you want to.”

“I want to do it again,” I reply, showing Maroon’s DuskBall at him. “I’m ready to take on whatever comes at me next time.”

Kyle doesn’t answer, but he seems to agree, he just limits himself to bringing the box back to where we were and hand me another piece of bait.

“Thanks.” I put the bait in the hook once again and swing the fishing rod at the water a second time. While I wait for something to bite, I finish organizing my thoughts and talk to Kyle again. “After we are done with the Wishiwashi, can you tell Hilda I’ll stay here for one extra hour at most? Also leave the fishing rod and bait here.”

“Want to fish for more Basculin?”

I nod with a smile.

“I’d have to ask Flint if someone else can take my spot,” Kyle says after giving it some thought. “He’d like to have someone to supervise you in case you catch something.”

“Not my plan, but sure.”
12:10 am - Hilda’s Cottage

The door opens, and Harry walks outside the house, making his way to his plate outside.

“You’re late. Kyle told me you were only taking one more hour,” Hilda says, walking away from the door and approaching the kitchen. “When I told you to bring me two Wishiwashi, it was because I thought you were writing about Wishiwashi. If you ended up wanting to write about Basculin, you could’ve brought one of those instead.”

“Really? Are those edible?” I say with confusion. “Call that karma.”

“So what did you think?,” she says. “I thought you wanted something big.”

“I did? Wishiwashi are not the definition of big.”

Hilda snickers, pointing her knife at me from a distance. “You are underestimating those little guys,” she claims before going back to what she was doing. “Schooling! Ever heard of it? It’s the natural ability of Wishiwashi. A single one of those is capable of calling hundreds of its own species to combine their power into what looks like a Wishiwashi of 41 times its normal size. I wrote something about them when I still worked with Daniel.”

“Is that so?”

“Correct. It’s an amazing sight to behold… very dangerous, though. Probably for the better you didn’t go for them, now that I think about it; Kyle would’ve hated me,” the old woman jokes. “Now Basculin on the other side… not the smartest Pokémon out there, they are constantly battling between their own species, red stripes against blue stripes. People usually don’t care about those, so I bet little Brendan will appreciate your report.”

“I hope so.” I look around Hilda’s cottage, still standing behind the door. I should get to write that report while she’s preparing lunch. “Do you have a computer?”

Hilda chuckles. “You will have a hard time finding someone with a computer here,” she says. “Don’t you trainers have those fancy devices? PokéNavs, PokéGears?”

“My fancy device is a watch that was made only for calls in the beginning. I can send mail from there, but I’m not a fan of typing too much there, let alone whole reports.”

“You could write a draft first.”

“I still need a computer or something to write on.”

“Not necessarily a computer. Sit.” Hilda leaves her stuff behind and walks to a cabinet in the small room to the right, taking a notepad and a pen from it. “Pen and paper.”

“Really? And count the 300 words manually?”

Hilda rolls her eyes. “I doubt Brendan won’t accept your report just because it’s not exactly 300 words long,” she says. “Right now, this notepad is proving to be more useful than the thing you have around your wrist just for existing. You write your draft, make as many modifications as you need, count the words, and transcribe it to the watch thing while I prepare lunch. I don’t know, it’s just an idea. I’ll leave this here whatever you decide to do.”

The old woman walks back to the kitchen, leaving me with the pen and paper at the table. I look to the left to see if she’s looking at me, but she’s too concentrated in preparing lunch, so I just open the notepad and write “wishiwashi basculin report”. The draft in itself doesn’t take too long to write, however the same can’t be said about the transcription, which I had to do after lunch:

Spoiler:
Basculin are water type Pokémon also known by the name of Hostile Pokémon due to their incredibly aggressive nature, both in and outside the water. They are also well known because of the stripes on the upper part of their bodies that tend to be either red or blue, and if you fish in Cottage Grove you can find Basculin of either pattern.

Basculin are one of those rare instances in which fish Pokémon lack the ability Swift Swim, trading the ability to reach great speeds underwater for brute force. It’s not as if Basculin really need Swift Swim, though, they are already pretty fast Pokémon themselves. In fact, that combination of physical strength and speed, together with its naturally aggressive behavior, is what makes them challenging to fish up.

Talking to some locals, I found out that they aren’t as common to find in Cottage Grove as Wishiwashi, the other species that can be fished up in these waters. In the span of about two hours, I managed to fish up five Basculin, which is not a small number considering how difficult it is to fish one, however it’s still short compared to the amount of Wishiwashi I found. Three of those Basculin were Red Striped, while the other two were Blue Striped, and talking again to some locals, I found out that it’s esteemed that the population of blue and red Basculin are the same.

The PokéDex says Red Basculin can have the ability Reckless, while Blue Basculin can have the ability Rock Head, and I wanted to test the power differences of both Basculin considering that with the help of my Dhelmise’s anchor, but sadly, the only Basculin with Rock Head I found was the first one, which bumped its head against a wooden pillar before the testing started; the others either had Adaptability or Mold Breaker as abilities, so in that regard I couldn’t test much.

-Jordie Hughes

Jordie's Party:


Battle Subway:


Inventory:
Spoiler:
- 23 Dusk Balls
- X-transceiver
- ₽6700
- Eviolite (Bane)
- Aggronite
- Keystone
- Coaching TM
- Protect TM
- Grass Knot TM

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Aquacorde

⟡ not everything is sink or swim ⟡

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Thurs Oct 8, Morning
Mauville
Chapter 6 #4 - Breakfast

Why Marie thought eight in the morning was an appropriate time for breakfast after such a late night, she doesn't know.

What she does know is that she slept hard and dreamlessly, foggily rolled out of bed at the gentle chimes of her alarm, and shuffled through her morning routine at a respectable pace for autopilot- all to be able to drop herself into a cafeteria booth armed with coffee, well before her quarry rears his messy blond head.

Instead of Edison, though, a slightly less messy red head drops into the seat in front of her. Sunny Dey, holding a cup of coffee herself, lets out a sigh. "Oh, good. I've been looking for you. I need a favor."

"Huh? I was sleeping, as you should have been." As she would prefer to still be. "Weren't you awake later than I was?"

"I'm awake still. Went back to the Gym, didn't pan out." Sunny quickly downs the rest of her coffee. "So I was trying to figure out what I can do about the Badge thing, and then I remembered, that beach bum bro Brawly owes me a Badge still. You have his number, right? I need it."

Yes, the idea of slowing down is just fully gone, isn't it? Marie shakes her head with a tsk of disapproval. "Didn't you reject his badge?"

"I mean… yeah, but he still offered it. Look, are you gonna help me or not?"

"Yes, fine." It's not her issue to deal with, after all- Brawly can decide himself what Sunny's consequences may be for this foolishness. "Sent. You should sleep- though perhaps you won't be able to, with all that coffee. Choices, Sunny Dey."

"Yeah, choices, sure…" Sunny looks at her phone, and flashes Marie a relieved smile. "Thanks. You're a good friend. I'll get some sleep after I've sorted this out, don't you worry!"

"Mm. You go on and do that." Marie shoos Sunny away with a vague wave.

When had she taken on some kind of role of responsibility? Deliberately holding Sunny back had been a game, some entertainment for the road, some meddling in a relationship. But keeping people on a reasonable, responsible life path? Ew. Where's all that nonsense coming from?

"Good morning, Marie. I hope you slept well?" Edison interrupts her pondering by approaching her table, looking much more like his usual self. Calm, collected, fashionably out of date but presentable…save of course for his trademark messy hair. No sense or sign of the insane creature that had overturned the Game Corner on Tuesday night.

"Well enough, thank you." The achy fatigue of travel is more tolerable this time around, though still she's missing a few hours. "You as well, I take it?"

"Better than the night before, certainly." Edison winces. "Mauville is a city of opportunities, but it seems I've mostly used the opportunity to make a fool of myself."

Marie huffs a laugh into her coffee. "May be best to lay low for a while."

"That's one possibility. I could also make a public display of myself when I'm in full control of my faculties, show people what I'm really like. Maybe in front of a large crowd. Say… an arena, for example." Edison tries to play coy, but he has a terrible poker face.

"Oh, are you participating in contests now? I'm sure they will appreciate a showcase that is naught but an apologetic monologue. Definitely ribbon-worthy." Baiting people into being clear is more entertaining than filling in the blanks herself. And honestly, so is the idea of Edison performing a rambling, formal apology to a sea of blank-faced contest-goers. Or doing the same in the Winstrate arena that he's actually speaking of. God, she hopes that isn't the plan.

"What? No, that would be silly. I am in no way prepared for Contests, and such a speech would most likely fall outside the often ridiculous parameters of a Contest. I'd have to match the theme, then perform a battle worthy of placement, and then somehow work it into my final performance." Edison shakes his head at the very idea. "I meant I would simply make an appearance at the Up-and-Coming Tournament, which is rapidly coming up, to make a joke at grammar's expense. I hadn't planned on making a speech, as doing so would invalidate my stated goal of overriding my disastrous first impression with a more favorable one. Besides, people hate apology videos."

Marie sips her coffee, and it crosses her mind that Edison hasn't even had any. He's just like this, and it's entertaining. "Interesting. I wonder if we'll face off?"

He takes a breath, about to speak, then pauses. His hand moves to his chin as he thinks it over. "...that hadn't occurred to me. Given the number of participants… no, I simply hadn't considered you'd be among them. But… you are entering? Then, we might have to."

Hadn't considered-?! Marie's eyes narrow. Does he not think her capable enough? "I do hold enough badges to qualify, after all." In fact, as far as she is aware, they are equal in merits. Though Sunny had said once… does Edison hold himself back, in gym matches? Does he consider a win unimportant, satisfied in simply knowing his own skills, in knowing he is more capable than his peers?

She can't help but bristle at the idea of all her work being dismissed.

"Of course, yes. Apologies, I've been rather in my own head lately. Or out of it entirely, at some points." He isn't joking, and actually frowns at the thought, as though it were distasteful. Marie relaxes a fraction. "At some point I even picked up a third badge, and an additional Pokémon, and I somehow blocked those from my memory."

That's not concerning at all, no.

He pulls a bandanna- formerly her bandanna, actually, it's cute that he still has that- from his pocket, unfolding it to show the Glitter Dynamo Badge within. And a pool of loose glitter. "A bit ostentatious, not sure how I forgot, but apparently I won this before I was kicked out for staying after closing hours. So you needn't worry about me going back there again. And now that I have this," He holds up his hand, showing off the sleek new Holotch on his wrist, "We'll be able to keep in touch."

"That we will. You still have my number, yes?" Marie has a suspicion that staying after hours is not quite enough to get someone's face posted outside the gym, but Edison remembers little enough that there is no point in pursuing the truth. Besides, it's more pressing that he has three badges now- the most out of their little group.

Oh, Sunny's really going to have a fit.

"I do. Now that all the updates are done, I can put these numbers in." From another pocket comes a slightly crumpled piece of paper, containing three phone numbers. Curious. He rapidly types them into his device while talking. "Now I can be part of group chats, and send emails, and all the other things technology allows. I'll just send you a quick message…"

Her phone chimes, not just a message but an invitation. "And I'll share my location with you. This way you can always find me on your map if you want. I'm thinking of doing the same with Sunny in case she ever storms off again. Friends look out for each other, yes?"

Marie's surprise flashes across her face and though she wrangles it into a gracious smile, the warmth in her cheeks isn't so easily dismissed. "They do. I suppose I will extend the same offer to you. You must come find me if I get lost in the wilderness, then."

Edison bows his head, almost hiding his own smile, but not soon enough. "Neither rain nor snow nor dark of night could keep me from helping you, my lady."

Cute.

His phone chimes, surprising him. He pulls up a message, lifting an eyebrow as he reads. "That's unexpected. It seems a girl I met yesterday wants to spend some time with me today. Should I tell her I have other plans?"

"Another girl? My, you are a popular man. Whoever finally catches you will have won a hard-earned prize." Marie washes down a bubbly cocktail of emotions with the remains of her coffee. "No, go ahead and explore your options, my dear. You'll come back to me in the end."

Those last words surprise her, though said in the same light-hearted, flirtatious manner as any other comment. Will he really? Perhaps. Does it matter to her?

Perhaps.

Hm.

Edison shrugs, taking her tone at face value. "Well, this one probably has a net, it'll be easier to catch me that way. She probably just wants to talk about Pokémon, she claimed to be a scientist, like myself. It should be an entertaining morning." He takes a moment to respond to the text, then looks up at Marie. "Now, shall we get breakfast, or did you already eat?"

"Breakfast would be lovely."

featuring Groc as Edison Kintobor & Sunny Dey



Spoiler: Team
Pokémon On Hand
Tuie ⟡ Xatu ⟡ Female ⟡ Magic Bounce ⟡
Air Slash // Teleport // Stored Power // Cosmic Power // Ominous Wind // Confuse Ray

Stunnie ⟡ Stunfisk ⟡ Male ⟡ Static ⟡
Sucker Punch // Mud Shot // Thundershock // Discharge // Water Gun // Mud Sport // Charge

Cutie ⟡ Alolan Exeggutor ⟡ Male ⟡ Frisk ⟡
Bullet Seed // Hypnosis // Reflect // Leech Seed // Dragon Hammer // Barrage

Pokie ⟡ Slowpoke ⟡ Male ⟡ Own Tempo ⟡
Disable // Confusion // Yawn // Water Pulse // Growl // Curse
Spoiler: Inventory
Trainers' License [Johto and Hoenn] ⟡

TM Magical Leaf ⟡
Empty PokéBalls x 3 ⟡
5x Chesto Berries ⟡
2x Fluffy Tail ⟡

Sunscreen ⟡
Berry-Print Bikini ⟡
Beach Towel ⟡
Oversized Sunglasses ⟡
Large But Lightweight Backpack ⟡
Rechargeable Battery + Charging Port Housing ⟡
Lidded Pot, Dishes, Chopsticks, Spoon ⟡
Camp Stove ⟡
Soap, Washcloth, Towel ⟡
Spoiler: Contacts
FAMILY
Dad ⟡ Mom ⟡ Brothers #1, #2, and #3

PEERS
Edison ⟡ Natsuko (via insta) ⟡ Sunny ⟡ Van

OTHER
Brawly ⟡ Brendan ⟡ Wally

marie & casey & rosey
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Avril Reese

16 - ♀ - Laverre City



Pokémon / Inventory:

AVRIL'S MONEY: $37 000

AVRIL'S TEAM:
🌼 Poppy (Flabébé) ♀
Flower Veil
Synthesis, Moonblast, Grassy Terrain, Aromatherapy, Wish, Petal Blizzard

🌼 Hydrangea (Shellos) ♀
Storm Drain
Water Pulse, Mud Bomb, Recover, Rain Dance, Mud Sport, Hidden Power (?)

🌼 Wisteria (Inkay) ♂
Infiltrator
Night Slash, Hypnosis, Topsy-Turvy, Pluck, Reflect, Psybeam

🌼 Thistle (Wooloo) ♀
Bulletproof
Tackle, Growl, Defense Curl, Copycat, Guard Split, Double Kick

Away:
🌼 Venus (Mawile) ♀ - at Littleroot Research Lab

AVRIL'S INVENTORY:
🌼 1 Empty Pokéball
🌼 2 Potions
🌼 Eviolite
🌼 Silk Scarf
🌼 TM for Ally Switch (from Wally)
🌼 5 Rare berries
🌼 Sea Incense
🌼 Pink Scarf
🌼 TM for ??? (from the Trick House)
🌼 Light Clay

🌼 Holotch (phone version)
🌼 Fanclub Membership card - valid until October 17th
🌼 Ophelia's stamp
🌼 Various clothes and commodities
🌼 Pink Woolen Hat
🌼 Binoculars

🌼 Rental skates again

AVRIL'S CONTACTS:
Jordie, Shuna, Natsuko, June, Marcella, Hikaru

AVRIL'S BADGES AND RIBBONS:
🥊

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🌼 Avril's birth date is April 25th, 2010
🌼 Character art made with https://picrew.me/image_maker/338886
Stubbornness
Tuesday, October 6th - afternoon - Mauville
In the heat of Mauville's early afternoon, indoor contest practice is the most enticing option Avril can choose from. Angie does seem on board with this, too, so nothing can stop them now.

In the end, the blonde girl actually settles for the open floor in the tower, which is still in the shade but is larger and less crowded. Here Angie can build up a large puddle of her Mud sport and slide in it to her heart's content, as her trainer watches her carefully. The power of her Water Pulses and Mud Bombs is put to the test, and so is their aim, once Poppy joins the fray.

The fairy type's latest move, Petal Blizzard, turns out to make for quite a show when it breaks the bubble that is Shellos' Water Pulse into many small droplets. Avril takes note of this too, wondering what other combinations she may have missed before. But…

It doesn't take too long to run out of ideas, at least given her initial excitement. Angie is soon begging for food again, which she promptly gets once Avril pauses.

Other trainers in the hall are quick to help but most of their advice involves studying her Pokémon more and looking for new moves to teach them. Well…

Avril only has two Technical Machines to her name and hasn't looked into what those moves could do or interact with other moves. When it comes to moves that Pokémon can learn naturally, like Petal Blizzard for Poppy, she has never really tried to intervene, giving her Pokémon all the time they wanted instead. That might be another thing that she needs to change, especially for Contests.

In the end, despite having had some fruitful conversations with other coordinators, Avril does leave the contest hall early, getting back to the Pokémon center only to go back in her room and look up more information.

"Ally Switch…" she sifts through her bag eventually. The move she got from Wally, only because June picked it too.

"How could I use this, uh?" She ponders, while Poppy is seemingly practicing her Fairy Wind on her own, bouncing off the walls of the room. "Maybe I should look for more of these things? What else could I try…"

🌙🌙🌙

This time Poppy makes things clear about what she wants to do and what she wants Avril to help her with. Doesn’t matter how Avril looks at her, asking “Again!?” with a tinge of annoyance in her voice: in the end, she complies. Poppy wants her to stop worrying about those moves for a bit and go skating once more, and that’s what they end up doing.

Somewhat unsure about going all the way to Hill Station, the area of Mauville that she wanted to explore, Avril decides to stick to Mauville for this. There are some nice spots quite close to the Pokémon Center, as Paulie showed her when they came back from the Parkway, and as scary as it can be to roll on a suspended bridge between skyscrapers, it definitely makes for a special experience. Avril still sticks to the center at first, but soon gets closer to the railings to take in the views, all while Poppy chirps excitedly and… tells her to keep going.

Eventually, Poppy directs Avril towards… a wall. At this point, Avril doesn’t question it, and faces the skyscraper from up close. And then it feels like a deja-vu: Poppy blows out her Fairy Wind, but instead of making her trainer move, she is the one who risks floating away from her head. The girl, still doubtful, shrugs that off. “Still at it? It didn’t work so well this morning, remember Poppy?”

Her Pokémon isn’t having it. Not even when Avril pushes herself away from the wall with her hands, trying to trick her Pokémon into believing the movement was all due to her moves. The trainer can see, however, how the sparkles from Fairy Wind are getting more bright, more condensed… something like that. Everytime she questions Poppy, the Pokémon puffs her chest and nods, as if to say “I got this”.

Eventually Fairy Wind starts to look more and more like… a focused blast. Poppy charges it up and lets go of many particles all at once, and it looks just like Angie readying up Water Pulse. She might have taken notes from the previous training at the Contest Hall, at least that’s what Avril thinks.

She indulges in her Pokémon’s stubbornness, she lets her try again while staying in her arms instead, and many more sparkles are launched towards the concrete wall, usually to no avail. Avril this time tries to stay still, but she never rolls backwards that much and Poppy is clearly trying to achieve more than that. Then it somehow works.

To be fair, Poppy is once again glowing. Her whole body, in fact. That looks like her failed evolution at the Mauport Contest, and so Avril prepares for the worst as soon as she connects the dots. Time stops as Poppy stands still, hissing as she tries to control all of that energy, but this time, she’s able to have it leave her body. The light breaks up against the wall after traveling just one or two inches, and Avril is pushed back noticeably this time, instinctively braking with her skates before falling down for real.

She looks around, noticing with relief that she didn’t inconvenience anybody, before immediately turning to Poppy again. She’s got her tiny arms pressed against her head, and looks quite shaken up, but she hasn’t fainted this time, and in fact, she starts laughing after a bit. She points towards her trainer’s bag, then her Pokédex… her eyes sparkling with anticipation. For what? Avril asks herself as she checks Poppy’s info.

Only after some time, the device updates, and that’s when Avril sees it. “Something has changed…”

“Moonblast, right?”


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Tuesday, October 6th @ 1500 - Mauville


"Only two shots? C'mon now I think you can show me more than that!"

Grovyle was testing out her new move, Bullet Seed that had been taught to her via TM. The technique was for a the Pokemon to shoot a succession of heavy seeds at their target, this time a tree in the corner of the park. The move was supposed Clint and his team found themselves in a small park on the outskirts of Mauville, doing some preparation for this weekend's big tourney. But so far the results were less than desirable, much more two and three shot attacks, a couple of fours and no fives. What determines the amount of bullets per attack was a mystery to Clint, but he had the time to figure it out. Grovyle on the other hand, seemed to be getting tired of the repetitive attacks against the motionless target, but continued to do so under the direction of her trainer.

So Clint had her execute the move once again, and a three round burst was shot, whacking the tree in front of them, shaking off a few leaves and making a loud cracking noise as they did so. Clint and Grovyle both sighed after the move, but for different reasons. Still wanting to see a five shot attack, Clint had Grovyle run the attack once again. This time, Grovyle took a couple seconds to breathe before performing the move again. One, two, three, four and five cracks off the trunk of the target tree. Grovyle looked back at her trainer with a slight smirk, and walked back towards him.

"Now that's what I like to see, I think we'll call it a completed session for now," Clint said, crouching down to pet his Pokemon.

Clint returned Grovyle to her ball, before deciding on his next move. He had skipped lunch to go training, so perhaps some food would be a good idea. That and perhaps Clint would have to take a look at the Gym situation in Mauville, surely this city had to have at least one.

Later that day...

The sun was setting over the city of Mauville, the array of red and orange light bouncing off the glass windows of the city's skyscrapers, making a display than even Clint had to admit looked quite nice. He had tracked down the Mauville Gym, which was a small non-descript top floor building in the city. Not even the highest building in the block, Clint had figured the big city gym would have been a grand and fancy display, not a bare-bones operation being ran next to vague marketing and consulting offices.

Nevertheless, Clint entered the 'gym', only to find a small office, with one person sitting at the desk, seemingly playing a game at the work computer, even had a controller and headset ready to go.

"Excuse me, am I in the right place," Clint asked, waving his hand at the attendant, who either didn't hear or purposefully ignored Clint.

The attendant put his hand up, holding his pointer finger up as if to instruct Clint to wait. This got Clint a little heated, as the attendant who should be helping him was blowing him off to not do his job. But considering he had no other option, Clint waited for the attendant to finish his much more important business. After a couple more minutes of buttons mashing, the attendant took off his headset and put down the controller.

"You lost or something?"

"You tell me, am I at the Mauville Gym or not," Clint asked.

"Ugh, another one. Yes, you're 'technically' at the 'Gym', but you'll never see the Gym Leader here," the attendant began to explain.

"Not much of a Gym then," Clint interjected.

"I haven't seen Eiddon here in like six months now, he just rents this space and calls it the Gym to appease the league, who don't want to be anymore associated with gambling then they already are, they're not too fond of Eiddon running his operation out of the Game Corner. But that's where you'll find him cowpoke, not here," the attendant continued.

"So you just get paid to sit here and do nothing," Clint asked.

"Pretty much, other than redirected country bumpkins like yourself that have avoided learning the worst kept secret in the city," the attendant added,

"Check out the Game Corner anyways dude, its sick. I'm heading there after work anyways."

'Work' he calls it, this guy wouldn't last a single day on the ranch.

"Well thanks for the info, I won't bug you any further," Clint said, as he walked back out of the office.

The attendant shrugged, and put his headset back on. Clint walked down the hallway, peering out the window and looking at the city. Why was nothing straight forward around here? Everything in this place had to be as convoluted as possible. Guess he was off to the game corner.

...

After more traversing of the tram system, Clint had made his way over to the Game Corner, down on the lower levels in the south end of town. It was dark out now, but it was still busy in Mauville, especially around the Game Corner. There were people waiting outside, and a no entry sign placed in front of the entrance. Clint made his way through the crowd, feeling very uncomfortable as he was surrounded by unknown city people in the night time. Clint got to the entrance, where he was stopped by a Game Corner worker.

"Sir, you'll have to wait a bit for us to re-open. We're just doing some extra cleaning, we had a bit of an incident here today," the worker said, blocking Clint from entry.

"An incident?"

"Yes, we had a particularly unruly customer, made quite a mess of things, so we'll be a bit to clean up. Either wait out here like people are doing, or come back at a later time."

"Is Eiddon in today," Clint asked.

"Yes he is, although there's quite a few trainers ahead of you in line to battle the leader, so once we're up and operational we'll start getting challengers processed," the worker answered.

Great, sounds like a whole lot of waiting if Clint wanted to challenge the gym leader. Not sure how long this would take, Clint decided to walk outside to a walkway, away from the herd of city dwellers waiting like cattle for the gates to open. Clint then rested on the railing, overlooking nighttime Mauville. Being in the dark and in the lower levels of the city gave off a darker, more hopeless energy then it presented up in the higher levels during the day.

He took out a cigarette from the pack Sergei gave him in Littledale, and lit it up. He wondered for a second how Sergei's business was treating him, he was supposedly going to be in Mauville soon enough. Clint had his thinking to himself ruined by a young woman with long black hair, shaved on one side. She was short, wearing a black leather jacket, ripped blue jeans and old beat up canvas shoes. Looked a lot like a local. She also lit up a cigarette of her own, and started talking to Clint.

"Total s***show going on in there hey, some people just can't handle the flashing lights can they?"

"Guess not," Clint said, barely acknowledging his conversation partner, as he continued to look outwards.

"Any idea what went on in there," Clint asked, hoping he could get a rough idea on how long the corner would be shut down.

"Not exactly, all I know is there was some kid going all around the corner, causing s*** and ticking everybody off, apparently he puked in a machine too, dude must have been all psyducked up on something," the girl explained.

Oh great, sounds like clean up was going to be a bit, probably have to call special cleaners in, no way a bunch of arcade attendants were going to clean up that kind of a mess.

"Sounds like we'll be waiting out here a while then," Clint replied.

"Yea I'd be surprised if they re-opened tonight," the girl said,

"You must be here from out of town for the Gym, you'd be better off waiting for tomorrow."

"But hey, to scratch your battling itch a bunch of us down here in the lower levels have our own Pokemon battles. Outside of the 'league' and their fancy rules, you should come on down, think we're having some tonight now that the game corner is shut down."

Some late-night Pokemon battles in the depths of the city sure sounded sketchy, but Clint was up for it. What was there to lose by doing it anyways, other than his wallet.

"Count me in, uh what was your name," Clint said, fumbling his words as he did so.

"Zoe, and I didn't catch your name there cowboy," Zoe asked.

"Clint."

Zoe checked her phone, responding to a text she had received during the conversation.

"Well Clint, sounds like we're going to have a few battles down in the ring, want me to show you where we're going?"

"Lead the way miss."

Zoe gave him a strange look.

"Nobody's called me miss before, not sure I like it, save that for Virtua when you meet her."

Clint started to follow Zoe down to "The Ring" not entirely sure if he should trust his new acquaintance.

Team & Inventory:
Spoiler:

Blaze|Brave| Moves: Ember|Dragon Breath|Bite|Smokescreen|Fire Fang|Slash

Overgrow|Sassy| Moves: Leaf-age|Detect|Quick Attack|Double Kick|Assurance|Bullet Seed

Water Absorb|Quiet| Moves: Hypnosis|Water Gun|Pound|Mud Shot

Synchronize|Gentle| Moves: Confusion|Double Team|Teleport|Growl|Draining Kiss
Inventory:

$28,500
2x Potions
1x Pokeballs
5x Iapapa Berries
10x Oran Berries
4x Normal Gem
Sceptilite
Gengarite
Thunder Stone
Water Stone
TM Protect
TM Bullet Seed
TM Rock Smash
TM Low Kick
TM Grass Knot
TR Sludge Bomb