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Visually disadvantaged thanks to the requirements of her own charade, she was unable to decipher who the owner of the voice happened to be; the one who so kindly escorted her to her feet. She was just about to respond to the query concerning her wellbeing, when the speaker excused himself and focused his attentions elsewhere. None of the other trainers gathered within the vicinity endeavoured to interact with her, therefore Tierran began to feel slightly peeved by the fact that her efforts were wasted- especially when the blobs of colour began to disperse at various rates. Protests were raised above declarations and warnings pertaining to travelling into the neighbouring city, Saffron, and other rambunctious noises echoed through the atmosphere, slightly disconcerting for the girl who couldn't see a damn thing. Once all the activity had died down, marooning her on the Isle of Loneliness, she sighed loudly and withdrew her glasses from her pocket, and replaced them on the bridge of her nose.
"Well Muucha, it's good to know that the disguise worked this time," she smiled weakly, though the expression was a strained deterrant for the anxiety swelling up within her. Rita, glad to have recovered her eyesight, glanced down to the Smoochum, before stretching her arms. "But... Now we're back to where we before. And we've still gotta go find Grandpa. Those people spoke about Saffron, right? It's no use going after them, I've no clue how to get there from here.... Yet..." With a skyward glance, she tugged at the bottom of her hoodie and pulled the garment off her head, revealing a simple white summer dress that had been scrunched up beneath the baggy sweater. Smoothing the creases that had formed in the soft cotton, Rita handed the black article to Muucha. "I know it's not a scarf, but it'll protect you from the sun. Black and purple are in this season!" Her words of encouragement and tender disposition were enough to please the baby form of Jynx, and Muucha gladly draped the hoodie about her shoulders, violet body dwarfed by the garment.
Rita's own shoulders were bathed with warmth delivered to her via rays of sunshine. She hoped that she wouldn't burn whilst outside- and that she could remain somewhat incognito in her bid to stay cool and sweat-free. However, as they meandered off at random, Rita's expression becoming more and more unnerved, they attracted a little attention a few people stared and murmured from afar. One began to approach her; she blanched but then recognised the furrowed brow and the familiar stench of cigarette smoke.
"Oh, Grandpa!" She smiled to the man who promptly discarded the cancer stick and stubbed it out with a tattered boot and greeted her with a grimace. "Grandma sent me to come get you. Says I don't get out enough."
"She says I smoke too much," he coughed, "but what does she know?"
"Heh, I guess. You best not go back stinking like you do though."
"You're not coming with me?"
"Nah, I wanna head into Saffron. The Silph Co. building was pretty awesome the last time I visited, but I didn't get to look around properly..."
"Oh, I see. Well. You'll want to take Route 6. North of here. Just keep walking thataway," he indicated to the direction in which he was travelling. "Tell you what. I'm not ready to go home to your grandmother just yet, so I'll go with you."
They traipsed along, exchanging the occasional few words, but generally remained silent. Muucha skipped happily beside Rita, the hoodie billowing out behind her as she moved. Within a few tens of minutes, they reached the outskirts of the city- a sign at the mouth of the settlement indicated that Saffron City was beyond Route 6.
"Be careful kid, don't want you getting kidnapped or something- your mother'd have a fit and have you whisked back to that hippie town in a flash."
"Mm, I will, don't worry about me. I've got Muucha to protect me- she's more than just a cute face y'know."
"But I know what you're like; you latch on to the first person you see."
"Perhaps, but like I said. Muucha and I can handle it. Buh-bye Grandpa, see you at supper!" Turning on the heels of her boots, she saunted off, Muucha waving coyly to the pensioner and then skittering behind her companion. "Hmph, I don't 'latch on to the first person I see'," she frowned to herself. "I just... Talk to them. Because it's friendly, and good for PR! Ugh... What am I saying? I'm supposed to be on hiatus. Hiatus, darnit!"
Uh-oh. I'm turning into a crazy person. Best find someone to talk to, and fast, before I lose it.
Salvation came in the form of a duo not to far from where she was situated- not that they were aware of their roles. Studying them briefly, she calculated that they were a male and a female- a couple perhaps?- and they didn't look too busy. The blonde man was accompanied by a Lucario, the pretty brunette had a Ninetails and was somewhat familiar to her- indeed, both people were, but the girl moreso. Flicking her 'Tierran' switch on, she gestured for Muucha to follow, and approached them. It was then that she recognised the other girl- upon 'entering' the field of co-ordinating, she had done a little research on the internet (or rather she had asked her PA to find videos of contests on YouTube), and this woman had appeared in many of the articles and videos she had studied.
"Ah- sorry to bother you, but you're Kara Thornse, aren't you?" Tierran spoke suddenly, seemingly appearing from nowhere with a large smile upon her face. "And that's your Ninetails! Wow, she's so pretty, and her fur looks so soft! I'm sorry though," she turned to the man and frowned, lips pursed together in pout. "I sorta recognise your face from somewhere but I just can't place it. Though I know I've never met you... And I've met a lot of people... Argh, this is embarrassing..."