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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
-----


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
Seen 31 Minutes Ago
Posted 8 Hours Ago
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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 22
He / She / They
Seen 3 Hours Ago
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3.5 Years
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 31 Minutes Ago
Posted 8 Hours Ago
4,468 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 28
Male
Seen 3 Days Ago
Posted 5 Days Ago
425 posts
11 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