Fandom Abelia x Mitena - The Mess of Our Lives!

[Darkmaster006]

Abelia

Spoiler: Zinnia, the Leafeon

Zinnia, the Leafeon (F), Lvl. 20
Very wary of strangers (they may want to hurt Abelia!). Over-protective and loyal. Abelia's first Pokemon. As long as Abelia's memories go, Zinnia has always been with her.
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Leafeon, the Verdant Pokémon. Leafeon is always surrounded by fresh clean air because it uses photosynthesis just like a plant.
Type: Grass
Ability: Leaf Guard
Moves:
Quick Attack
Grass Whistle
Magical Leaf
Solar Beam
Shadow Ball
Fake Tears

Spoiler: Aster, the Cherubi

Aster, the Cherubi (M), Lvl. 7
Abelia found this Cherubi roaming around the floristry when she was around 10 years old. She played with her for a while and eventually the Cherubi simply stayed with her.
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Cherubi, the Cherry Pokémon. All of the nutrients needed for evolution are contained in its small ball. Cherubi becomes redder as it is exposed to sunlight, and is almost ready to evolve once the smaller ball buds.
Type: Grass
Ability: Chlorophyll
Moves:
Morning Sun
Tackle
Growth
Sunny Day
Aromatherapy
Flower Shield

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Spoiler: Flower Shop

Day 1 - Sunny Day at the Sunny Life​

The warm rays of sunshine greeted the east-facing, window-panned façade of Astria’s flower shop, the Sunny Life Flower Shop. A new day meant a new rotation, as Abelia knew by heart. ‘(…) facing east, because we want the plants and the flowers to be raised properly by their mum, the Sun, you see, Abi?’

The clock, above Abelia’s head, ticked incessantly. Every tick reminded Abelia that the sun was constantly pressing upwards, so to speak. ‘(…) but the sun doesn’t always pop up at the same time, nor for the same amount of time, not even with the same intensity (…) location, the seasons, the sun’s tilting (…) that’s why we’ve got icy winters and short summers (…) and look, Snowpoint City is perpetually covered in snow, can you see it here, Abi?’

While Abelia’s favourite season is spring, she appreciates Summer, who breaks the freezing monotony of Sinnoh’s general climate. And right now, especially at the front, those laying on the window-panes, the terra cotta pots, the ceramic pots, the flowers vases, the planters, the terrariums, all the shop indeed, welcomed the coming summer. And so did Abelia.

Floaroma Town was only a few days away from the summer solstice; the trail of spring gave way, inevitably, to the summer season. But enough of seasons! Abelia is managing the shop herself today, since her moms, Astria and Sheila, are on a business trip in the next town, Jubilife City. Oh, but she isn’t exactly alone: her two Pokemon companions, Zinnia, a Leafeon, and Aster, a Cherubi, keep her company. The little pink ball sleeps on the counter, while Zinnia, sitting on Abelia’s lap, enjoys looking at her face as Abelia caresses her. Every five or ten minutes, though, Abelia—with Zinnia following closely—walks around the shop, checks on the garden, and occassionally re-fills her teapot upstairs where her house is.

Barely a costumer came in today, so Abelia figured it’d be good to practise her drawing skills, so she went upstairs—leaving Zinnia to alert her of any possible costumers—to get some sheets of paper, a flower book, and some color pencils, and then put herself to draw. She started with different types of Lavender, since it was the most famous flower that was about to bloom at this time of the year in Sinnoh—in other places, according to Abelia’s research, it bloomed in mid-July—but also Lupins and Poppins, which bloomed at around this time of the year, too. When Abelia deems one of her drawings perfect, she hangs it on a wall of the flower shop. That said, not many of her drawings are hung, even though her mothers always encourage her to hang some more, but she always refuses by stating that they have to be ‘perfectly good enough.’

Overall, the atmosphere was one of tranquility. The Azaleas, the Roses, the Plum Blossoms, the Hydrangeas, and lesser-known flowers like the Andromeda, the Cosmos or the Japanese Morning Glory, hanged on the walls, or placed in bouquets, terrariums, flower vases, or simple pots, alongside retail items like chocolates, greeting cards, home décor, gave life to the Sunny Life flower shop. And at the center of it all was a light-brown haired girl, who sported a red-flower hairpin, named Abelia, with her two best-friends. She was dressed lightly with light green jeans that showed a lavender pattern that she herself had stitched on the jeans, a white t-shirt with that only had a sole rose plastered on the place where the heart is, green socks, and espadrilles. A yellow jacket with a pattern of Andromedas hang on the coat rack, because you can never trust Sinnoh’s summer! With how still everything was, no one would have imagined—Abelia, not in her wildest dreams!—what was about to happen.

 

[N.A.Watson]

Streets refused names. Sinnoh boasted its lengthy history and cultivation of tradition to culture, sprinkling modernization here and there amongst architecture stuck in time. The guides through the Rugged Path told a family, juggling between small children and backpacks, this was a little for most tourism to come flooding into Floaroma. The flowers bloomed but the fields that claimed more than half the notoriety of the town were not at peak color. It was several quaint farming towns around a small urban center that had grown and fluctuated with their population as a result of migration from Kanto, Johto, and Hoenn into Sinnoh, people spilling into surrounding towns from cities such as Jubilife. Unova migration was still uncommon, but with the sudden interest in growing their entertainment business, it was not too long before Mit would hear familiar accents again.

People started coming here a hundred years ago. And the first buildings Mitena spotted confirmed this. Square, with peaked roofs and one with a flat roof and a garden creeping down the walls and around the thick-glass windows. Mt. Coronet loomed in the northeast, trees full and pulled in tight to guard the town. She welcomed the sights of buildings. Route 204 was not a long footpath, but the hike still robbed the group half the day. Sweat pearled beneath hats and Pokemon grumbled as the path sloped gently upward at first then increased the challenge with unsure footing and mischievous Pokemon lying in wait. Jee'bi rode on her shoulder before sliding into her arms. Tedium settled in and the Litwick found her Pokeball preferable, leaving Mit to fend for herself. At least the need to coax the Pokemon out never rose - the children were all too eager to send Pokemon first roaring then dragging foot to frighten off their wild cousins. More than a few times Mit wondered why she insisted on taking the footpath. You're supposed to post about this.

She managed a picture with Jee'bi still lounging in her arm ("what are we up to today? >3>"), then another with a few tourists who crept up with shining eyes and quivering hands cupping whatever piece of paper or item deemed worthy enough for a loopy signature. The tourists kept to themselves and Mit continued wearing her wide-lens sunglasses obscure her face. Fields of berries and flowers flanked the road and footpath, locals on bicycles waving and wild Pokemon blinking as the group passed. Past groupings of short, skinny trees the sun winked off the surface of ponds and pools of water and windmills whispered. The tall grass was fragrant, the soil damp but there was no dark cloud in the sky. Soon, the buildings drew closer together until they nearly touched and the roads grew smooth beneath their feet. Streets branched off the main road and began to intersect with other roads with foot traffic and bicycles. The air was thick with perfume, reminding Mit of shops packed with people back in Virbank, the shops' shelves lined and hands filled with slender and voluptuous colorful bottles. Red, pink, purple and yellow bouquets framed the window sills of the multi-colored houses that lined the main street and twisting side streets, raining petals. Trees packed what precious space was available between buildings. Fences surrounded tiny gardens, lawns and chairs, and umbrella-obscured tables. Banners and kree-king signs hanging from flower-crowned streetlamps and vine-embraced shops flapped in the breeze. Wingulls and Starlys screamed and dove at food and pecked at each other, scattering in a gust of feathers and shrieks when people drew too close.

The guides wandered further and further away with the group unfamiliar with the town, while those who joined for safety and company broke off to attend to their own business. Mit bounced Jee'bi's Pokeball in her hand before blowing air out from between her lips. After her release, the Pokemon looked about her to take in the surroundings before giving her partner a reproachful look. It did not take long before Mit realized the habit of not naming streets was not a quirk of Sandgem. What is wrong with this region?

She wandered down a street, beneath the beat of a banner strung between buildings. A collection of small, log hut shops that sold various items came into view. One lady makes snowflakes out of silver. The guides talked about her as well as the shops. Mit paused to watch through the shop's front window as the woman worked on the delicate, silver snowflake and her Pachirisu passed her tools that she pointed at, people holding their breaths with wide eyes. Another shop sold rural landscape pictures and another small shop belonged to a glassmaker. Mit made a mental note to visit the glassmaker, snapping a picture of the shop. What would Namid say about this place? Every stretch of buildings, every block had flower shops bursting with pots and rows of planters. There was an occasional food stall that left Mit's stomach aching, but most of the outside dining was by customers lounging in outdoor seats or on benches surrounding pocket parks and fountains.

I need to find a place to stay. The hotels close to the Contest Hall were not accepting early check-ins, and it was a little over two weeks away until the contests began, amidst the early summer flower festival. There was not a helpful map for non-local Mit could see. She stopped before reaching the intersection. If she followed the main streets, she was certain to reach the center of the town and be able to navigate from there. Towns like Floaroma, unlike the ones in Unova, had sections of their economy plopped throughout and tucked away in sleepy corners and down rugged, closed-in streets. It was after another round of grabbing pictures and conjuring up images of notable locations Mit realized Jee'bi intended to sightsee on her own.

Litwicks were not known for their speed. Jee'bi had hopped to a flower boutique a few shops away - white and flickering purple hues from its head amongst the explosion of blooming, curling and reaching petals in terracotta pots, plain black planting boxes, and glass vases. Mit sagged, tossing back her head with a sigh. Her bag with a likeness to Drifbloom plopped to the street. "I could look up a room," she said to her Pokemon. Getting locals opinions was more reliable. It was a little quieter in this part of town. People walking past focused straight ahead with an intensity Mit found comforting or talked on their phones. Jee'bi leaned back until her faintly glowing eyes were visible. She reached out to flick petals until a few rocked to the pavement.

"Don't be rude," Mit hissed out the corner of her mouth. The stench of flowers was crammed up her sinuses. Smells like backstage and rehearsals. She slid around the racks of flowers to the entrance. Sunny Life Flower Shop. Okay, then. Better get into character. She thumbed her sunglasses into place

Mit sucked in a breath and swept into the flower shop. She reached up to pinch the bridge of her sunglasses and flick them off her face. Her hands, the nails alternating between lavender Chansey Pink and decorated with Ariados webs, Swoobats, and Sylveon bows, swept up into the air.

Her Drifloom bag was flung to the side. Jee'bi jumped as the bag obscured her path and almost landed on her. The Litwick churr'ed in displeasure then proceeded to roll the bag back to Mit. Mit rolled her eyes until she was looking at the top row of flowers, allowing the weight of her problem to drag her down. "This poor, distressed, non-local damsel is in quite the predicament and with a dire need of a little help!" The back of her hand went to her forehead. "Whoever will come to her need?"

 

[Darkmaster006]

Abelia

Spoiler: Zinnia, the Leafeon

Zinnia, the Leafeon (F), Lvl. 20
Very wary of strangers (they may want to hurt Abelia!). Over-protective and loyal. Abelia's first Pokemon. As long as Abelia's memories go, Zinnia has always been with her.
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Leafeon, the Verdant Pokémon. Leafeon is always surrounded by fresh clean air because it uses photosynthesis just like a plant.
Type: Grass
Ability: Leaf Guard
Moves:
Quick Attack
Grass Whistle
Magical Leaf
Solar Beam
Shadow Ball
Fake Tears

Spoiler: Aster, the Cherubi

Aster, the Cherubi (M), Lvl. 7
Abelia found this Cherubi roaming around the floristry when she was around 10 years old. She played with her for a while and eventually the Cherubi simply stayed with her.
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Cherubi, the Cherry Pokémon. All of the nutrients needed for evolution are contained in its small ball. Cherubi becomes redder as it is exposed to sunlight, and is almost ready to evolve once the smaller ball buds.
Type: Grass
Ability: Chlorophyll
Moves:
Morning Sun
Tackle
Growth
Sunny Day
Aromatherapy
Flower Shield

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First, it had been a Litwick. Yes, the Liwick had seeped into the shop, moving and flicking flowers when it wanted. Abelia looked at it, but paid it no heed. A Litwick having fun with the flowers, that was all right, wasn't it? Then she heard a sound, a thud, as if something had fallen to the ground. She stood up, but Zinnia was the one to get down from the counter and go inspect first.

Abi understood what Zinnia wanted her to do and stood there waiting. But Zinnia wouldn't be able to take anymore steps, for the little bell rang, and a customer came in. Or, well, what they thought was a costumer until she opened up her mouth. It seemed to be the owner of the Litwick. Abelia had to admit, though, that she seemed weird, throwing her bag to the ground, rolling it to the Litwick, only for the Litwick to roll it back to her again. That wasn't the weirdest, though. When she heard her speak, that was the weirdest. Her accent certainly wasn't from Sinnoh. Well, for starters, her complexion and skin certainly wasn't from here. She wasn't from Floraoma Town, as Abelia knew most of the people living here, and she wasn't from Sinnoh either. She said it herself, though, although in a fairly dramatic and exaggerated way that Abelia couldn't really get. In Floraoma Town, people tended to speak very informally and use singular idioms only present in the town.

Anyways, Abelia discussed within herself whether she wanted to follow her way of speaking or no. She decided against it, as it'd sound weird and probably would embarass her. Zinnia, meanwhile, circled around the girl and the Litwick, inspecting, poking, searching, and overall adopting quite the aggressive stance. Abelia always told her to be more trusting, but to no avail. Eventually, and because the silence probably was awkward enough, Abelia just decided to go into retail mode. She slowly walked ahead and faced the girl. Zinnia got to her side fast and purred against her leg. She spoke in a monotone voice and slowly just in case she didn't understand the local dialect. "Ah... welcome, lady. We are the Sunny Life Flower Shop, how may I help you? We have many local flowers, if that is what you are interested into. We also a wide array of items that aren't flowers, which you can check right there to the right," she pointed to a shelf with many different items, books, chocolate, letters, maps, and the like.