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norway · Sep 15, 2019

elsie . morning . lumiose

”...Professor, you seem to have given me the wrong directions.”

“What do you mean? I said make a left as soon as you enter the city gates.”

“...Hm, was it an immediate left... or... because now I’m at the prism tower...”

“Oh, Elsie...”

Sycamores defeated voice poured in through the speaker of her transceiver phone, while elsie stared blankly at the towering iconic city architecture, a building that meant as little to her as all the other buildings, honestly she didn’t even know their significance. She noticed a lot of people ooohd and ahhhhhhd but she didn’t find it particularly appealing, except maybe that it provided good shade from the sun above the city. elsie never was one for history.

“Excuse me miss, I’m trying to get a picture of my family!”

“...mm? Oh, that’s nice. But why are you telling me?” elsie wondered, giving the family man a look as if he were odd, not acknowledging she was blocking his entire camera view by standing idly. Eventually she moved, but not out of courtesy more from boredom.

Moments later, her phone rang again. Maybe it had been ringing, but she didn’t even remember hanging up the call.

“Elsie? It’s sycamore. I’ve sent a researcher to escort you back to the lab, I wouldn’t want you getting lost.”

“You're too kind, Mr. More.”

“Actually I... just don’t want you getting lost again,” the Professor murmured, but looked at his phone to find the call had disconnected again. He sighed from within his air conditioned laboratory, hanging his coat over his chair while he finished inputting information on the approaching trinity of trainers he had approved of. He had planned simply on inviting them in and getting them registered, along with a few individuals who just needed a trainers license although they did not want to pursue the league, at least not at this time. Naturally, things changed — he lived a fast paced life and was one of the center authority figures of the country somehow and with that, came a constant responsibility to groom trainers to make aiding the region a top priority.

Latest in his emergency contacts would be bug enthusiast and hobby happy photographer Viola, whose email dinged to life on his monitor. As he multitasked, he slowly shifted his full attention to the exclamation points littered in the mix of French and attempts at English. Apparently there was trouble in Santalune, something along the lines of an insect related spreading illness which set off alarm bells in his head immediately. The environment, the food chain, spreading illnesses beyond bugs and why were the bugs being targeted — he had to know, but could not just leave his office on pure curiosity all the time.

Lucky for him, he had some new faces eager for adventure on the way — well, if they could make it safely.

He was at his desk, clad in a fitted indigo top accessorized with a pricey black wrist watch, when his front doors slid open and revealed the researcher he had sent out to retrieve elsie, huffing and puffing, followed by a blank faced blond who simply walked inside, and sat down on a chair with wheels.

“Elsie I’m... glad you could make it, I’m...” The Professor reached out his hand, but the blonde was in her third spin on the chair before she stopped abruptly, and fist bumped him. He seemed surprised, she did not.

“Hi, Mr. Sycamore,” she responded, eyes flickering around his office space. He could not tell if she was observant, or bored. “thanks for sending the escort, he was nice.”

Sycamore grimaced at the sight of his researcher, who clutched his chest and the door and sucked in another breath before trying to compose himself. “Please tell me the other kids you chose aren’t going to make me reconsider my life. I chose office work for a reason,” the poor thirty something year old grimed, “I’m not a vulpix, I don’t have nine lives!”

“What happened?” The professor inquired, to which the researcher shook a finger at him and exclaimed never again! Never, again! and angrily slid away.

“where are the others?” Elsie inquired absently.

“On their way. In the meantime, why don’t you show me how that froakie I sent you is doing...”

“well, I can. But he doesn’t do much.,” she shrugged, and patted her pokeball where the little frog would emerge, and blow a bored bubble in response to being let out.

Darkmaster006 · Sep 17, 2019

Artemisa

Eris, the Skiddo (F), Lvl. 13
Skiddo, the Mount Pokémon. Because of Skiddo's mild temperament, they're thought to be one of the first Pokémon to live in harmony with people.
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Eris is a very playful Skiddo. She loves her trainer dearly and always goes around with her in her trips. Artemisa tends to have her out of her Pokeball. Eris tends to spread out when they are outside, sometimes she brings Artemisa herbs or berries back.
Type: Grass
Ability: Sap Sipper
Moves:
Vine Whip
Leech Seed
Razor Leaf
Grassy Terrain

Full Character Sheet
Location: Lumiose City, Kalos
Wearing: Brown jacket (attached to her waist), light mossy green shirt, khaki loose pants with lots of pockets, blue and white cap.
Items: Bike

Artemisa was biking along the beautiful, grassy, Route 5, also known as Versant Walk. She couldn't help but smile as she took in the scenery, but also because she was thankful she'd seen that poster while on her Bike Ride to Camphrier Town. It was definitely a great opportunity for a change of pace, for helping out, for training Eris, for training herself, for making friends... overall, there were no downsides. Professor Sycamore was looking for trainers. And there ain't no shortage of trainers around Lumiose, so Artemisa sped up the pace, and peddled as fast as she could in order to get to Lumiose City as soon as possible. She passed by the rollers like they were rocks. This could've been an opportunity for her sister Diana, too. But she had declined when Artemisa asked if she wanted to tag along: 'Too long!' she had said. Nevertheless, Artemisa would phone her soon to let her know of Sycamore's offer. No texting while biking, of course. Artemisa was very strict in that regard. She'd have to call her mother, too, and let her know where she was and what she was doing, lest she get worried for no reason.

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Artemisa had visited Lumiose City many times already, the reason mostly being her mother's insistence. It's not that Artemisa didn't like it, but she preferred the mountains and the little towns. Lumiose did make for a nice change of pace, anyways. And she wouldn't contradict her mother for something so trivial. Well, it came in handy today—even so, Artemisa checked the Lumiose's Map thoroughly before coming. Since it was mid-July, and Lumiose City was in the center of the region (and not the western part, where the mountain range ensured a more chilly climate year-long), the climate felt to Artemisa much hotter than back home the last day she'd been there before setting on her ride some days ago. She took off her brown jacket and attached it to her waist, leaving her only with her light mossy green shirt, her khaki loose pants with lots of pockets, and her blue and white cap. It didn't take long for her to make it to the Lab. She locked her bike to a nearby bike parking space, and then entered the lab. Even though she had arrived pretty late—by her standards, since, actually, it was one or two hours before lunchtime, she was surprised to see the only ones there where Professor Sycamore and a girl that looked pretty absent-minded and that she didn't know. They were watching a Froakie who wasn't doing exactly much. She decided to bring her baby out too, and so a Skiddo emerged out of her Pokeball, then she just barged in and introduced herself, thinking nothing of it. "Uh, hello, Professor Sycamore!" She waved at him, then she waved her hand at the girl and smiled lightly. "I came for the help you requested, was nearby and thought I could help, I see not many trainers have come yet, I thought I was late and almost broke my bike coming," she laughed and caressed Eris's fur.

Theo713 · Sep 17, 2019

Zeke sat in silence in the Magenta Pokemon center, his attention divided between his notebook and the news report that was playing on the tv. He had been in town since the day before and wanted to try and map out the city himself. There were maps, sure, but nothing beat making your own map of a new place. So far he had learned the city was a near perfect circle, and like so many other things he noted it had a poke-ball pattern sewn in to the city's streets. It was everywhere. Everywhere from city layouts to photos he had seen of an ancient, stone poke-ball resting at the bottom of a lake. He felt even calling it a cult icon seemed to be too small a comparison for the sphere, as it was a world wide phenomenon whose history stretched back, according to the stories involving the giant poke-ball, 20,000 years. Where did it originally come from? Who designed it? What was its true purpose? Surely something first designed and released on the world 20,000 years ago wasn't designed for what it was currently being used for. So then...what?

A sudden clap of thunder on the television interrupted Zeke's thought processes, the teen looking in time to see it was a commercial for the next “greatest movie,” The Region Before Time. With a sigh and a roll of his eyes Zeke would stand and clear his spot in the center, deciding it was better to be early to a date with destiny as opposed to late. It only took him a few minutes to gather his backpack and few belongings before he headed out, walking the short way around the Prism Tower so that when he got to the next street, the good professor's lab was a straight shot. He had always wanted to see the Tower up close and in person. He just never thought it would be quite like this. His mind flashed with small tidbits of information relating to the Tower, Zeke smiling for just a second before he reminded himself that those facts didn't apply to the tower currently before him. So Zeke would do what he normally did, bury his nose in a book, this time his notebook to ensure his partial map of the city was accurate, and begin heading for Sycamore's Lab. He kept his head down, made little eye contact with those that he passed, and within just a few minutes the young would be trainer found himself walking in to the first floor of the professor's lab. It wasn't until he was asked by one of Sycamore's assistants would he inform the man “Yes, I'm here to see a man about a horse.” He thought it was funny. The assistant less so. “I'm...I'm sorry....I'm here to see Professor Sycamore. Is he in?” After being instructed on where to go, Zeke would make his way there and, upon seeing a familiar sight, give a light shake of his head and smile. Wordlessly, Zeke would walk over to join the trio of people currently present, tapping Elsie lightly on the top of her head with his open notebook. Even from behind he recognized one of the few friends he had. “Now who said you could go on an adventure without me?” He would look to the other two in the room, giving the other girl and the older male each a nod of acknowledgment. “Hello. Name's Zeke. I'm here to see Sycamore?” He turned his attention to the older male, assuming he was the professor since he was wearing a white lab coat. How awkward would that have been, had it turned out that the younger girl was Professor Sycamore, and not the man behind the desk?

Nico · Sep 22, 2019

Maple was crashed out on the sofa of the Pokemon Center in Lumiose City. His long blonde hair splayed around his body and over the fabric of the couch. Pokemon Centers were great places if you didn't feel like sleeping in the dirt. Plus they had coffee so it was a bonus. The buzzing from his phone-like device caused him to open one eye and groan, soon the second eye opened and he sat up. "Hm?" he said sleepily and checked it. It was a message from Professor Sycamore. Oh. That was today, wasn't it? Licking his lips to wet them he rubbed the last bit of sleep out of his eye and sighed.

Being lazy wasn't becoming of a future researcher.

What was it? Like 12 pm? Groaning he shoved his messenger bag over his shoulder. His hair falling ungracefully over one eye. A tired frown on his face. Though his body was beaming with excitement. He would get his first Pokemon today! He wondered what it would be like. Perhaps the main three types, Water, Fire, Grass? Or one of the many expansive types there were. He rushed out the door of the Pokemon Center and started to head towards Sycamore's Lab.

Where was it again anyways?

After several tries of navigating the huge city, which he should have had memorized already, he finally asked for directions. Perhaps he should have done that in the first place. Thanking the lady at the Poffin stand he made his way towards the lab. He stepped forward into his new beginning and stepped into the lab. He made his way to the group of gathered people who included the professor.

"Hey, Professor- Ah!" he got cut off as his feet tangled on themselves and he fell to the floor. It was a hard fall and he ended up curling into himself and letting out a chest-rattling cough. He shakily stood back up and grinned sheepishly. "Hey, Professor Sycamore!" clearly this kid wasn't going to let a fall get him down.

norway · Sep 25, 2019

Elsie ever so slightly raised her thin arched brows in response to the first invited guest, a cute girl with a face far more expressive than Elsie's. She brought with her a lot of spunk, as well as a little grassy goat, of whom she coddled whilst she awaited the Professor's greeting which came quickly in response to her arrival. "Welcome Artemisa, I'm glad you found your way here and were willing to help us with the latest events." He didn't elaborate on them yet, however. "I will be waiting for the next few trainers to arrive, they're quite the mix, and then we can discuss what is on today's agenda."

A small blue frog sat on the floor, so far uninterested in the unfolding events. He looked at the skiddo from afar with a casual roll of his eyes to the corners, before returning his blank gaze to the scratches along the legs of the desk he was about a third of the size of.

Elsie could not think of much to add, so she gave another twirl of her chair, but was stopped upon the sudden feather light knock of a hard object upon on her head. She perked up just a little, and tilted her had back to see a familiar face -- her old soul kind of buddy, Zeke. "Nice of you to tag along," she offered, still with that lazy light voice of hers.

"It is indeed, Zeke -- " The professor held out a hand, first to the male and then extended it to Artemisa as well. "I was just telling our gathered trainers we'll be discussing today's agenda when -- "

The older man immediately cocked his head up with concern as an oncoming, eager trainer took a tumble before he even finished his introduction. He switched from go lucky to very concerned for his well being in a matter of seconds, and went to extend a helping hand but the boy had already gotten back up, resilient as ever, and seemed ready for more. "Maple, was it? It's a pleasure, are you sure you're okay...?"

After making sure the young man was indeed alright, the Professor began to go over protocol. "Alright, first things first -- is anyone without a partner pokemon? I cannot legally send you out there without one, so if you need a partner, I have a trio available here in my lab." He continued, "Once we have potential league participants registered and every one else gets their trainers license, we can discuss priority number one and my first of my assignments for all of you. Gym leader Viola has requested aid in a particularly troubling matter in Santalune. I would like all of you to assist er in bringing peace back to the wildlife outside the city. I believe we may be expecting more trainers, but for now, I'm counting on all of you to work together and do what trainers have been tasked with since the beginning - making the world better, for humans and pokemon alike."

Zufaix · Sep 25, 2019

Solis Wert
Location: Lumiose

Running past the arches to the entrance of Lumiose, a young white haired boy was sprinting past the bustling crowds of people.

"Crap, Crap, Crap! It's already so late! If only I'd listened to mother and left my map inside my bag instead of looking over it for the whole night. Why do you do this to yourself Solis?"
He muttered to himself as he rounded another corner of the city. Luckily enough since he pored over the map the whole night before he knew his way to the lab pretty well. It helped that he'd been to Lumiose plenty of times before for his passion for clothing. In the back of his mind he really wanted to take a detour to his favorite boutique, but that would have to wait until later. Coming up on the laboratory he slowed his pace as he reached the door. He decided to take a minute to catch his breath before he entered as he under the assumption that he was the last one to show up and he wanted to make a good first impression.... Even if he was running late he thought.

Opening the door to the lab he was immediately greeted by the sight of 5 others including Professor Sycamore. Ah... Hopefully they haven't just been waiting on me... looking around the group the first thing he noticed was a girl with short grey hair and plenty of pockets and zippers on clothes. Wait, I recognize that style... Artemisa! He started walking up to the group, specifically next to the only face he recognized.

"I didn't think I'd see you here Artemisa!" he said with a noticable amount of excitement on his face. He turned to the professor.

"I'm so sorry about my tardiness professor... I.... Um.... Misplaced my map and spent the whole morning looking for it. I hope you all weren't waiting on me for too long " He was clearly embarrassed and a bit disappointed.

Darkmaster006 · Sep 25, 2019

Artemisa

Eris, the Skiddo (F), Lvl. 13
Skiddo, the Mount Pokémon. Because of Skiddo's mild temperament, they're thought to be one of the first Pokémon to live in harmony with people.
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Eris is a very playful Skiddo. She loves her trainer dearly and always goes around with her in her trips. Artemisa tends to have her out of her Pokeball. Eris tends to spread out when they are outside, sometimes she brings Artemisa herbs or berries back.
Type: Grass
Ability: Sap Sipper
Moves:
Vine Whip
Leech Seed
Razor Leaf
Grassy Terrain

Full Character Sheet
Location: Lumiose City, Kalos
Wearing: Brown jacket (attached to her waist), light mossy green shirt, khaki loose pants with lots of pockets, blue and white cap
Items: Bike

Artemisa stood by, watching as new trainers arrived. It seemed as if they all had agreed to arrive, like, one after each other separated by three minutes or so. First arrived someone named Zeke, who seemed to know the other girl that had already arrived. He had medium-length hair styled in a way that it seemed non-styled. Then arrived a kid that tripped over, fell, and got back up again quickly. It seemed that was very usual for him. He had long blonde hair and seemed unusually frail. Artemisa greeted both of them with a slight wave of her hand. She shook hands with the Professor, too. Sycamore was nice so far.

She again resorted to ruffling Eris's fur as he listened to the Professor, who had now started to speak up about why they were here more specifically. It seemed no one else would be arriving, although Sycamore did mention 'more trainers' just now.

But what Artemisa least expected, rather, whom she least expected to see here was Solis! Solis was someone Artemisa knew from the clothing stores there back in Cyllage. While Artemisa bought biking and hiking gear, Solis bought fashionable clothes and stuff like that that Artemisa didn't really have a clue about. They'd always strike up convos when waiting in line or just browsing around, so they knew each other fairly well. Solis tended to give Artemisa advice for clothing, although she rarely took it unless she wanted to impress girls or something like that. It usually ended with her thinking it looked weird on her—no wonder, since she always worn rather rustic clothing—so she winded up not wearing them. They weren't specially close, but maybe this was an opportunity to deepen their bonds, which made Artemisa happy. "Neither did I, Solis, but I'm super glad you're here, honestly!" Then Solis went on to apologise for being late and stuff, to which Artemisa tried to crack up a joke to lighten the mood a bit. "Spare his life, Sycamore... he was probably checking out some clothes... gotta keep it stylish, right Solis?" she smiled wholeheartedly as she put her arm around Solis's shoulder. Eris, meanwhile, rubbed up against Solis in a sign of affection. Then Eris went on to stare at the blue frog that stood there on two feet like it just wanted to ascend to an ethereal plane or maybe he was trying to catch a fly.

"Also, Sycamore," she looked at the Professor, "we're gonna see Gym Leader Viola? That's so cool!" Her expression became slightly worried, though, and then she said, "though, what is happening with the wildlife? I'm a tad worried now... Viola loves her bugs and she won't be in a good state if anything is happening to them..." Artemisa had seen Viola one or two times in one of her rides to Santalune City. She admired her for her love of bugs and her love of photography; and she also thought she was very pretty, but she'd never said that to anyone of course. She also knew she was usually absent from her gym on long trips, so that must mean she was an avid traveller like her, too!

Theo713 · Sep 25, 2019

“I 'tag along' as you put it to make sure you don't get lost walking a straight line ya goob.” Honestly he was a bit surprised she seemed to have made it here by herself. If memory served, Elsie was about as easily distracted as a kid with a new toy. When the hand was offered Zeke would give it a fair and simple shake, jumping slightly when the other male came literally crashing in to the room. The male seemed unfazed by the fall however and was quickly helped up by a more concerned professor Sycamore. As more and more people began to arrive Zeke would begin to shrink more and more back, preferring to be a background character in other people's stories, rather than starring in his own. Watching the interaction between the girl whose name he learned to be Artemisa and the guy whose name was Solis, he couldn't help but to grin “I dunno. In ancient times theft was punished by loss of limb. Tardiness....typically a slap on the wrists. Max. He...might not survive.” If he had no other choice than to be in a steadily growing group, he figured the best way to break the ice would be to try and crack a few jokes.

Things quickly got serious when Sycamore explained the reason they were all gathered here today, Zeke sighing lightly and raising a hand. “Guilty as charged your honor. I've.....never had a pokemon partner. I think the closest I've ever come on my own is a Magikarp splashing me with water when I was fishing one time.” While it was true he had aided others in the caring of their pokemon, he himself had never claimed ownership of one before today. And honestly, the thought worried him a bit. He had never had to worry about taking care of another living being before. He and his family dealt in ones that had been dead for hundreds, if not thousands, of years old. Was he even ready for such a responsibility? Guess he was about to find out.

When the latest addition to their group arrived, apologizing for being late, Zeke couldn't help himself. “Perhaps it would be more useful if I were to transfigure you and your pokemon in to a pocket watch? That way one of you might be on time.” Was that a thing? He hoped that was a thing. Otherwise, his joke was going to fall flat. As flat as Maple had when he first came in to the room. With a cough to clear his throat, Zeke would again speak to the professor “Right then. Pokemon. Papers. I can multi-task. Sooner we start, sooner we can help Viola.” And the sooner he could start getting his badges.

norway · Oct 1, 2019

Patiently, the handsome Unova native professor waited for the group banter to settle down, already appreciating the (albeit small) sense of chemistry growing among some, if not all. It was important, the development of social interaction, for these kids regardless of their experiences as individuals; one of the many challenges of a journey is planting a place for yourself in the world, and some become accustomed to that sooner, or better, than others. He could see who might stand out, as well as who honed a natural team sense of spirit. A ghost of a smile thinning his lips, the older man took a moment to address everyone together, but as he went to reassure them all of their attendance, a small voice beside him chimed like a bell. "It's not about when you start, it's that you started. Right, Professor?"

He gave a slowly registering nod to Elsie, who only seemed to come in and out of the conversation when she decided to. "Yes, Elsie, that's right -- us at the Sycamore lab are just happy to have so many new hopefuls enter the world and make a positive impact," he placed his hands on his hips, his lean figure rested on one hip more than the other and clad in a soft indigo. "To answer Artemisa's question, we are not quite certain what the cause is, but the affect of whatever is happening is that the insects surrounding that town are becoming either sick, or volatile, or both. Viola seems to believe they are in some kind of pain, it is unknown if it is a frequency, or perhaps a chemical, maybe even a disturbance from an unwelcome species. That's why I'm sending whomever here is comfortable with going, so we can solve this problem for the town, some young trainers have gotten attacked or had their own team mates become very ill. There have also been reports of some long term encampments down there, but the police force is small and Viola was out of town, so it has not been thoroughly investigated. I recommend team work, and medical masks." With that he had some assistants come in and initiate registration with everyone, helping get done a few simple tasks to make sure everyone was in the national system as legal, verified trainer's under the regional professors approval. Everyone would obtain proper ID cards, dexes if anything just for species recordings and map guides, as well as some beginners items like the generic few potions, pokeballs, and so forth.

"I advise a full group, or perhaps two or three if necessary, the bigger the group the safer everyone is, however." Sycamore remarked, turning his back from the others to check his laptop for any further updates, but so far it was just a response email from Viola saying thank you for sending the trainers for assistance and that she would be happy to battle whomever, once the environmental issues were resolved.

Pushing off from her rotating chair, Elsie hummed a song that she had just made up, quietly to herself, while taking airy steps in between and around everyone and then to the front of the laboratory where she raised her arms in a stretch, responding to the sunlight that filtered through the crisp clean glass. "Adventure time, adventure time ~ " she seemed to tell everyone like an unrequested alarm clock, before she closed the front door behind her and disappeared from everyone's view.

"...Someone may want to go with her, to make sure she survives the small journey," Sycamore chuckled, but his eyes seemed to be serious.

Darkmaster006 · Oct 4, 2019

Artemisa

Eris, the Skiddo (F), Lvl. 13
Skiddo, the Mount Pokémon. Because of Skiddo's mild temperament, they're thought to be one of the first Pokémon to live in harmony with people.
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Eris is a very playful Skiddo. She loves her trainer dearly and always goes around with her in her trips. Artemisa tends to have her out of her Pokeball. Eris tends to spread out when they are outside, sometimes she brings Artemisa herbs or berries back.
Type: Grass
Ability: Sap Sipper
Moves:
Vine Whip
Leech Seed
Razor Leaf
Grassy Terrain

Full Character Sheet
Location: Lumiose City, Kalos
Wearing: Brown jacket (attached to her waist), light mossy green shirt, khaki loose pants with lots of pockets, blue and white cap
Items: Bike

Artemisa giggled at the Minun, followed by a trainer, another boy, who seemed not to be in form, considering his Minun arrived before him, and considering that he had arrived practically breathless. Artemisa thought he wouldn't survive a hiking day without training, so it'd be interesting to see how he manages himself from now on. The boy named Zeke cracked a few jokes: some good, some bad; but overall, the atmosphere was nice and welcoming and Artemisa felt comfortable already. The Minun boy—he had not introduced himself—was presumably the last trainer to arrive, right? Definitely wished there were more girls in the team, for sure. Trying to look at the positive side, Artemisa conceded that at least her sister wouldn't be able to tease her for her romantic interests.

Right then, after the chit-chat had ceded, more formal matters arose. Artemisa noticed Elsie seemed to chime in and out the conversation making use of to-the-point phrases.

Sycamore explained the issue thoroughly. Artemisa looked down and caressed Eris. A frown was drawn on her face, and her face exuded determination. They definitely needed to do something! Artemisa was quick to fill the sheets the Professor's assistants brought in, and happily received the maps and the items, then put them on her backpack. "Well, then we definitely must hurry!" Her tone was stern, demanding, even. Even though she'd been cheerful up 'til now, she couldn't help but tense up when she heard the news. Eris followed Artemisa's mood and tensed up. Elsie, contrariwise, seemed to be taking it lightly, practically dancing without a care in the world around the room, and exiting by the door, as if the wind carried her.

"Let's go, then!" Artemisa was quick to follow up, waved at Sycamore, motioned for Eris to follow her, and solemnly walked through the door and outside. She'd have to call her sister to get her bike.

norway · Oct 15, 2019

“Best of luck, kids.”

one of his many laboratory aids shuffled over to the professors side, watching the odd and inexperienced kids filter out one by one, from behind the cliche gleam of his worn out glasses. “I know it’s kind of the thing we do but, sending kids out to check on an environmental crisis? We have rangers for that. What if It’s contagious? what if it’s actual crime?”

“They’ll come across it at some point anyways,” Sycamore didn’t seem to like his own response, brushing his long ebony locks back with his slightly cold, pale fingers. “The rangers are sparse here, more focused on the big forests than the smaller towns. Santa lune is relatively over looked as too peaceful to have issues which makes it a great target for petty crime although...”

“this seems more than petty.” The aid finished Sycamores sentence.

“That is what I’m hoping these kids will unveil. Viola will have returned by the time they arrive, I have to place some trust in her for now.” He sighed, and returned to work although his mind was in many other places.

~~~

R O U T E 4

Typically trainers headed forward, not backwards; the lucky ones, however, were often tasked by official figures to take care of things in the world, and sometimes that meant retracing steps and getting to know the neighborhood towns better than before. Here, our small group of trainers and tag alongs and souring somebodies would find themselves on the fourth Route connecting to Santalune, but it would be a good few miles before they arrived in the town. Wildlife wasn’t too diverse here, but clean water runs through and acts as a natural guide to the connecting cities.

Elsie, naturally, found herself sitting, shoes at her side and her feet dipped in the water. It was an autumn cold river with a hint of warmth from a peering sun. She was quite content with this, seemingly not registering the severity of the situation in town like her acquaintances. Or perhaps she knew how intense it was, and this was her first reaction. Who knew?

“You’re an odd little frog,” she told her small blue amphibian partner quite honestly, to which he lazily looked up at her, using a small rubber hand to block some sunlight. Elsie moved a little to offer him shade, and he returned to staring at his reflection in the water. “That’s okay though, cause I’m an odd little human.” She knew this to be true.

After a moment she pushed off the rivers edge and let the water soak up to her thighs, not seeming to care for their long trek ahead or the preservation of her traveling clothes. This in turn inspired the small frog to react ever so slightly, by absorbing some water and spitting a few bubbles upwards before he took a dive into the water and disappeared.

“Sir Zeke!” Elsie called out suddenly, “look at this, come look!” She would make whatever it was she found seem quite interesting compared to what it actually was. She looked to the girl with the skiddo and pressed her lips together, genuinely trying to remember her full name. “Arta... Arte... Art! You should... come see too.”

She wanted everyone to come look, but didn’t quite know how to ask more aggressively than she already had. That, and she hadn’t really met everyone; she frowned, maybe she should have. “There’s the guy who fell... and the guy with the time problem... and... me.” She thought hard, but then was distracted by her findings again.

mdebourg · Oct 15, 2019

Lumiose City

Having just recently arrived in Lumiose City of the Kalos region, the boy from a town of Jotho was in for quite the culture shock. "This place is HUGE" he would say to his longtime partner Azurill, both feeling rather small amongst all the skyscrapers in the place. Andy and Aqua, perhaps lost in the wonder of it all, wander around most of the city for all of 15 minutes jut observing every nook and cranny they could as this are was so very different, the litle blue mouse on his shoulder the entire time giving squeaks of wonder as if they were passing tourists. They were actually here for something else though and that involved someone named Professor Sycamore who had some important help he needed with something, what that was he had no idea, as well as having no idea what his lab building even looked like. One left here and they wind up at the prism Tower, another right after heading back where they came and it's some elegant hotel they see. "Where the Pecha berry is his lab?" he now wonders, it going on 20 minutes of feeling like a Rattata in a maze.

Finally some 10 more minutes of wrong places later the two would find the lab, a little ways opposite the Verdant path area. As they head inside, many aides would be running around doing stuff he couldn't quite wrap his head around. "Excuse me Professor Sycamore? Are you in right now?" there were meant to be some others here that were helping him as well, they no doubt had already done their introductions and headed off so therefore he was very very late, that marathon around Lumiose costing valuable time.

Darkmaster006 · Oct 16, 2019

Artemisa

Eris, the Skiddo (F), Lvl. 13
Skiddo, the Mount Pokémon. Because of Skiddo's mild temperament, they're thought to be one of the first Pokémon to live in harmony with people.
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Eris is a very playful Skiddo. She loves her trainer dearly and always goes around with her in her trips. Artemisa tends to have her out of her Pokeball. Eris tends to spread out when they are outside, sometimes she brings Artemisa herbs or berries back.
Type: Grass
Ability: Sap Sipper
Moves:
Vine Whip
Leech Seed
Razor Leaf
Grassy Terrain

Full Character Sheet
Location: Parterre Way (Route 4), Kalos
Wearing: Brown jacket (attached to her waist), light mossy green shirt, khaki loose pants with lots of pockets, blue and white cap

Only minutes after they had left Lumiose City behind, the group came to a halt. They were heading southeast, and found a nice clearing spot to their left, near one of the rivers that flew through along Parterre Way, also known as Route 4 to foreigners. Artemisa knew this route well—not as well as Rivière Walk or even Versant Road, but she had cycled through this path many times before, with her destination often being Santalune City. Santalune City is a brick-walled city, purposefully styled in a medieval fashion. It is located practically in the center of the Kalos region. But, alas, they weren't there yet: everyone seemed focused on their own thing. Elsie, for example, was absent-mindedly sitting at the edge of the lake, chatting with her Froakie. Artemisa was worried and went from here to there trying to gather everyone around so that they'd resume their pace: she was really worried about the Pokemon, and about Viola, and about Santalune. But, alas, no one seemed to be in a hurry. Eris followed her around. Maybe she was overthinking too much... no! The issue was definitely serious enough, she knew that. So why...?

When she was going over towards the river's edge to try and talk some sense into Elsie, Elsie... suddenly dipped into the river? Without a care in the world for her travelling clothes? She heard Elsie calling for 'Sir Zeke', and then she called out to—after struggling and stuttering—'Art'. No one had ever gave her such a nickname, that was cool! Plus, being called out by Elsie meant she could try to better get along with her, since she seemed a bit hard to approach. She also thought she'd have to take care of Elsie, since... well, she didn't seem to be paying much heed to her surroundings.

"Comin'!" Artemisa rolled up her pants so that they wouldn't get wet and—after caressing Eris's fur and reassuring her—dipped into the river carefully. Eris preferred to stay outside the river, while Elsie's Froakie dived in the water. Elsie was looking backwards toward them, but then turned forwards again, seemingly entertained by something she was holding in her hand. Artemisa slowly—so that her clothes wouldn't get wet—approached her until she was right beside Elsie. She looked back to see that Zeke was coming too, and then looked at Elsie's hand. She was holding some sort of object that looked like a glass, rocky glass, maybe a glassy rock. "What's that, Elsie? Be careful, it looks it could get you slitted," Artemisa kept her eyes on the glass-thing. What could it be? Definitely not something she had seen before, for sure. It looked weird. Like a rock, but like glass. Better be safe than sorry, always: Artemisa knew this well, due to her hobbies.

Theo713 · Oct 16, 2019

While filling out the necessary paperwork to become a licensed pokemon trainer, Zeke would follow one of the lab assistants to where the three available pokemon were the professor had mentioned earlier. After much deliberation, and a small game of eenie meenie miney moe, Zeke decided on the pokemon that would be with him the rest of his journey and the rest of his days. As the group made their way down Route 4 Zeke would have his head tilted to the side and a hand scratching his chin in contemplation as he considered possible nicknames for the quadrupedal flowerbed at his side. If he could figure out what the Seed Pokemon was, he would know where to start. It was plant based, that much was obvious. But what else? Botany wasn't exactly his strong suit, let alone botany that mixed with flesh. “You're an odd little frog” broke his concentration, Zeke looking to Elise when she spoke, then back to his new pokemon companion. And that's when it hit him. He's a frog. “You're a frog. A leafy green frog. I got it! Franky!” he grinned, the Bulbasaur at his side looking up to his trainer and tilting his head to the side. “No no no no that's no good. What's your name again?” Bulbasaur the pokemon replied, Zeke giving a nod. “Bouldergore, got it.” He was sure he would come up with something eventually. The Bulbasaur would stop in his tracks and watch his trainer for a second with a confused look before picking back up the pace.

When asked to come over Zeke would do just that, wondering what could be so important that required all of their attention. At first he didn't see it. It was almost as if there wasn't anything there. And totally not the fact that none of the players knew what it actually was. So when he did see it, Zeke would sit next to Elise and, if allowed, would take the object from Elise and turn it over in his hand while examining it. It was a small rock, made of some sort of clear material. It wasn't glass. It wasn't plastic. He ran his fingers gently over its surface to see if it was sharp, glad it wasn't when he realized what he had done. “Maybe it's a fragment of happiness.” He would ultimately conclude, offering the odd stone back to Elise or Artemisa if she also wished to examine it. “Viola might know more about whatever it is. And I'm sure she'll be more than happy to tell us all about it once we take care of whatever it is that's disturbing the peace.” Speaking of which...Looking around, Zeke noted that there was more of a silence around the small group than he had been expecting. Wasn't there supposed to be some kind of huge disturbance going on? Or maybe the disturbance was the fact that there was no disturbance at all. Whatever it was, he didn't like it.

norway · Oct 21, 2019

at the lab, lumiose

"Always, always, come in. You must be Andy?" Inquired the professor, who gave him a friendly smile but remained at his desk, face slightly illuminated behind his busy monitor with several tabs up at once. "To my understanding you have chosen your partner pokemon, so you're welcome to get registered now. I just tasked some travelers your age to go and check on Santalune city, I know it's a bit of back tracking for some, but there seems to be a problem with the wildlife and the gyms leader has requested we assist her."

~

Elsie had to admit, when both Art and Zeke came to investigate the odd little thing she'd found, she was quite perplexed; they were really coming over, just to look at her little thing? When Zeke took it, she straightened up a little, and tried to listen to his analysis that she was certain was to come. Yet he gave her a whimsical answer, calling her finding a fragment of happiness and that seemed to make her mind drift as quickly as it tried to become present, her eyes became a little squinty and her thin brows furrowed just a bit as she tried to explore that idea.

Be careful, it looks it could get you slitted!

"Oh? No, I think I'm fine," Elsie answered absent minded like, and then timing would have it that upon taking back the sliver of glass but not glass she would indeed jab the pointed edge into her finger, the pain taking a moment to fully register within her mind. "Hmm, that hurt," She mumbled to herself, seemingly not liking her new treasure as much as before. Unbeknownst to her, that prick on the finger and entanglement with her DNA would alter life later, just a little.

"The water is colder now," She mentioned, and so she stepped back onto warmer grass yet seemed indignant to put her shoes back on. Instead she dropped them in her little beige bag, adjusted the straps on her shoulders, and with the fabric of her loose pants sticking wetly to her skinny legs, she seemed to resume walking as if she hadn't stopped, and perhaps even forgot about her frog partner who drifted lazily in the water, watching after her as she left him. Eventually he too got out and followed after her, you could perhaps describe it as a hurry, but one would wonder if the small frog would willingly ever hurry. He gave a decent leap forward and climbed into the back of her carelessly left open bag, a puff of white and blue content to be carried.

"Where were we going again?" Elsie asked the others melodic like, pausing in her tracks. "mmm... oh! bugs, we're helping the bugs," she reminded herself, quite content with her recollection. elsie had no problem with bugs, it was monkeys she hated. she hoped she wouldn't find monkeys anywhere ever on her travels. "zeke, are there monkeys around kalos?" she inquired, silently wishing she had studied the pokedex booklets better when she was in school, but she had quit attending cause it was better to be out here than in the school rooms. And like that she seemed rejuvenated at the idea of being outside again despite a slow creeping chill in the wind and a few clouds crowding in a deep blue sky. "oh look, flowers."

Theo713 · Oct 24, 2019

Watching Elsie, Zeke couldn't contain the sigh that escaped him as she exited the river. It had always been like this. She may have had the attention span of a gold fish, but she was still one of the nicest people he had encountered since coming here. He would give Art a look that conveyed as much before beginning again to head towards Santalune, thinking on Elsie's question. “If there are, they'd probably be in a more forested area. Plants. Berries...Insects....hey, maybe that's what's making the bug-types angry? Maybe they're being preyed upon by something bigger than them and and and God what is that noise!?” he then asked aloud, Zeke raising his hands to his ears as the buzzing got louder. It had started out as a low hum. A sound easily dismissed by the mind as the local insects doing what insects do best. Make noise and generally disturb those around them. The sound now however was loud enough that even the untrained ear could almost hear the emotion tied to the sound. It wasn't anguish. It wasn't fear. And it certainly wasn't happy. No. This. This was the sound of anger. A deep, burning anger to be quelled only by lashing out. And lash out they would. They of course being the half dozen or so Vivillon that flew from the nearby underbrush, their usually black eyes turned red to reflect the rage that coursed through their insect bodies. With a collective screech the Vivillon horde would scatter in an effort to confuse our group of newbie adventurers!!

“Where is it where is it where is it.” Zeke would mutter as he began to pat himself down, almost smile at his good fortune when he found the trading card sized pokedex the professor's aid had given him. An Ocean Pattern Vivillon would find itself the target of the pokedex scan, the small device spilling what information it was programmed with. “Vivillion, the Scale Pokemon, and the final evolution of Scatterbug. Vivillon with many different patterns are found all over the world. These patterns are affected by the climate of their habitat.” Looking at the Vivillion present however proved that they each had a different wing pattern. So why are they all here? Zeke would ponder as their buzzing became louder, their forms outlining red before a ball of red energy was launched at the group. “Get down!” Zeke would call out, diving out of the way of the Struggle Bug attack launched at himself. Now was not the time for games. Now was not the time for messing around. “Bulbasaur, use Vine Whip!” He would call out, the Seed Pokemon crying a Saur of acknowledgment before doing just that, lashing at the Ocean Pattern that had fired an attack at his trainer.

mdebourg · Oct 30, 2019

"To my understanding you have chosen your partner pokemon, so you're welcome to get registered now. I just tasked some travelers your age to go and check on Santalune city, I know it's a bit of back tracking for some, but there seems to be a problem with the wildlife and the gyms leader has requested we assist her."

"That i have sir" he says looking to his bouncing partner mouse, "She has been with me for pretty much my whole life. Anyways, you said there was a problem with the wildlife in Santalune City? Hmm, we would be happy to help with that." he nods to the Professor before heading outside back into the confusion that is Lumiose City. At least this time he would look at his map to try and get his bearings again. "Santalune City looks like its on the South exit of this City and going through route 4." with that its off to find the south exit of this city...which takes again a few minutes because of just how darn big Lumiose is, but eventually the two would arrive at the south end of this 'maze'

Route 4

"Finally an area I can make some sense of," he says aloud as they step onto route 4, more of a nature area, sure there were more mazes again but at least this wasn't a maze of buildings, but more of a hedge maze. Though now it was time to look for a possible pokemon as well as those other people he was meant to meet up with. The Azurill looking around for these other humans whoever they were.A few pokemon pokemon just minding their business or just enjoying the sun.

Darkmaster006 · Oct 30, 2019

Artemisa

Eris, the Skiddo (F), Lvl. 13
Skiddo, the Mount Pokémon. Because of Skiddo's mild temperament, they're thought to be one of the first Pokémon to live in harmony with people.
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Eris is a very playful Skiddo. She loves her trainer dearly and always goes around with her in her trips. Artemisa tends to have her out of her Pokeball. Eris tends to spread out when they are outside, sometimes she brings Artemisa herbs or berries back.
Type: Grass
Ability: Sap Sipper
Moves:
Vine Whip
Leech Seed
Razor Leaf
Grassy Terrain

Full Character Sheet
Location: Parterre Way (Route 4), Kalos
Wearing: Brown jacket (attached to her waist), light mossy green shirt, khaki loose pants with lots of pockets, blue and white cap
Items: Backpack

As Artemisa had accurately predicted, the crystal did wind up jabbing Elsie's finger a little. Artemise became increasingly worried, she couldn't help it. Elsie was too much of an airhead, even the pain was registered a bit late on her brain, or so it seemed to Artemisa. She wanted to check up on her, but Elsie was so fast changing from one mood to another, she said the water was colder, and she was now already out of the water, leaving Artemisa and even her own Froakie behind. Zeke had already gotten out, after giving her a knowing gaze. Artemisa rushed to get back on land and got up where Eris was waiting for her, carefully as not to get wet. "All good, Eris? Seems like we'll have to take care of Elsie, she's worse than Diana!" Artemisa laughed wholeheartedly, and Eris nodded knowingly.

Elsie was still quite soaked, her pants sticking to her legs. Art thought that sure had to be uncomfortable? Although Elsie didn't seem to mind. She caught up with her and Zeke slowly, as Eris loved to take her time. Art was about to check on Elsie's wound when she heard a low hum... it quickly turned into a loud buzz. Zeke covered his ears. Artie could bear it. Elsie seemed not to really care for now? But Artie was looking for the source of the sound when... out of a bush... came a dozen of Vivillon! Somehow, they were all different kinds of Vivillon. In her travels, Artie had seen many different patterned Vivillon, probably around six. She actually had written down her encounters. But on none of those had she seen such variety of patterned Vivillon in the same place at the same time! "Wah! This is unreasonable! What are so many different Vivillon doing here together?" But that wasn't the worst of their troubles, rather, the Vivillon made sure not to be friendly, and started to attack. Art looked around, Zeke was already having trouble dealing with some himself. On an effort not to hurt the Vivillon, and amidst evasive moves from both herself and Eris, she hopped on top of Eris and told her to run fast away from the place so as to draw away as many Vivillon as they could. "I'm gonna try and draw away their attention!" she told Elsie and Zeke, and off she went.

Hopefully, for now, the Vivillon had only tried to whip up a Gust or phisycally hit them, and not use any Powder or Spore... for now. Eris was too busy triying to evade all their moves. There were around five Vivillon following Art and Eris now. "Eris, if and when you can, please use Leech Seed, to try and get some seed on their wings. That will make their wings heavier, lower down their velocity and provide you with more endurance!" Eris tried twice, rushing some seeds when looking backwards. Both times failed, the seed sticking to trees or falling to the ground. They kept running, trying not to get too far behind, making the Vivillon follow them in circles, but still Zeke and Elsie seemed to be drifting away slowly among the grass and the ever higher tree tops.

The Vivillon seemed to lag behind for a bit, noticeably tired. Artie seized the moment to look around, trying to devise what path they could take while at the same time trying to keep their distance from Zeke and Elsie when, out of the blue, Eris and her stumbled upon something... or someone! Artie fell to the ground, atop the girl they had just stumbled upon. Artemisa panicked, blushed slightly, and quickly rolled over and laid on her back on the ground. "Eris, use Razor Leaf, but try not to hit the Vivillon, maybe hit some trees so that they don't come near." Eris created a—not really long-lasting—razor leaf barrier that, sooner or later, or rather, when they rested for a moment, the Vivillon would understand would be easy to break with a focused Gust. "Uh, hey, I'm Artemisa," Art said, gazing at the girl that laid to her right, "sorry for that... we are being followed by a hoard of Vivillon and trying to keep them at bay without hurting them because Viola wouldn't like that since apparently the Bugs here are having some trouble because of who-knows-what yet, and we are going to investigate that so we were going to see Viola when a dozen of Vivillon suddenly attacked so... oh! This is Eris!" She smiled and pointed at herself and then at Eris when she mentioned her. The girl sported two ponytails to the side, and her hair was a dark shade of purple that almost bordered black, with some parts purpler than others. It certainly looked very cool to Art. Artemisa was too preoccupied with the Vivillon and the girl that she didn't even notice the Scyther around. Thankfully... or hopefully, not an enemy, or Art would have been in trouble, or would be soon.

Nico · Oct 30, 2019

Maple had only just gotten Pipsy and already was he enjoying the Pumpkaboo's company. He managed to braid his long hair into a braid so he didn't trip himself too much with it. So he headed to Santalune City, he was a bit farther from the rest of the group. He wasn't able to walk too fast, it caused him to get winded too easily. Sighing Maple brushed his bangs out of his face. So there was an issue with the bug Pokemon and Leader Viola was needing help. Why trust some kids that just got their Pokemon with such a large task?

Though Maple would be lying if he wasn't interested in the cause of the misbehavior of the Pokemon.

He managed to catch up with the group just in time to see utter chaos. He jogged up to the water to join the rest of the group. There was a horde of Vivilion who was angry and chasing the girl who he spotted at the lab. He stood there dumbfounded, so this was the problem with the bug Pokemon. Something was making them agitated and aggressive. Maple frowned sadly, who would do that to Pokemon?

"I'm guessing this is the problem we were sent to address?" Maple asked.

He looked at Pipsy and the Pumpkaboo just looked back, glowing faintly, "Boo?"

He had to do something, but what?

Arael · Oct 30, 2019

Blake Walker.
Interacting with:

Darkmaster006

Morning at the Walker residence was like any other. Her grandfather was down in his armchair fast asleep, head tilted back from no doubt a night of drinking and shouting at the television - personally she found it amusing, but others might disagree. Having woken early, the violet-haired teen rose from her bed having nearly tripped over her own pile of torn-up magazines at her bedside, and as a result waking Shino, the sleeping Scyther at the foot of her bed who'd also risen from beneath the blankets, careful not to tear anymore holes into the fabric with his bladed appendages.

"Morning." Blake gave the confused Bug-type a sleepy wave, which he happily returned before rising to his feet and fluttering out his wings for a moment. She also took a second to shake herself awake before pulling open the creaky wooden door and stepping out into the hall, followed by Shino who seemed to be grumbling to himself about being woken so early. The duo crept down the steps and carefully past pops who was still snoring contently, as expected a small pile of cans was gathered at his side which Blake only shook her head at before venturing into the kitchen and rummaging through the cabinets for a moment before pulling a large bowl from one of the cupboards along with a hefty bag of pokemon food, carefully filling the bowl before dropping it at Shino's feet and watching as the Scyther went to work on his meal noisily, gaining a gentle pat on the head from the young woman before she went off to the fridge, pulling what remained of a gallon of milk before returning to the cupboards to grab a box of /rather bland/ cereal. The duo sat in silence as they ate breakfast, and as Blake was the first to finish she went on to make a rather displeasing bowl of oatmeal, prepping a backup sandwich as well - knowing he'd refuse the first, but normally enjoyed hearing the old fellow rant.

Walking back into the living room- tiptoeing around the pile of aluminum, Blake began gently shaking the older gentleman who groaned in protest as he moved away from her touch. "Pops, wake up." Nothing...."Pops!" a shout made the man jump from his slumber, eyes wild as he scanned the room in a panic only to find a grinning Blake at his side. "Rough night, old man?" She questioned before extending the warm bowl to him. "Aren't they always? Wait 'til you're my age it's a rollercoaster." He took a moment to accept the bowl before looking at its contents with a scowl and then back at his granddaughter with displeased eyes only to find her chuckling along with an amused Shino. "How many times do I have to tell you to stop making this slop? Have I ever done you wrong in all these years?" He held out the bowl again, which she accepted before leaning down to kiss his balding head. "Its the best we got for now, at least until Peyton gets back from her shift and we both know I'm not going all out in the kitchen." She chuckled as she vanished into the kitchen for a moment before returning with the plated sandwich this time. "Well, we'd be better off if you just got rich already. Don't you want your old grandad to live a pampered lifestyle? What happened to that little band you were in?" It was his turn to question her as he finally bit into his sandwich much more fondly. Blake shook her head as she settled on the arm of the chair, "Of course I do, you'll be the second person I spoil once I hit it big, promise. And we broke up a while ago, our lead vocalist moved to Unova for schooling so we all just decided to split...as expected." Naturally, once they broke up she was left without friends - again, though it wasn't like it bothered her, she usually stuck around the lost hotel with other delinquents like herself so she wasn't really alone. With a shrug, she gave the old man a pat on the head before doing the same to Shino as she wandered off upstairs to get ready for her big day, right, today she was going to become a certified trainer with Shino, and the two would hopefully begin paving their path to success, her main goal was to demonstrate enough skill to land a spot on the Kalos Elite Four - or any Elite Four really, if all else failed she'd hopefully make a good enough impression to be considered by a battle frontier to take over as one of their brains, or at least intern under one.

After a well-earned shower and her many nerves calmed, Blake found herself dressed and back in her room with Shino, who seemed rather calm as he sat carefully on the bed watching his trainer pack a travel bag. The music blasting through her speakers made it nearly impossible for the duo to hear the creaky door being pushed open, and it wasn't until the abrupt silence filled the room that made Blake turn around with a fixated glare on her older sister who stood with a child-like grin across her features, still dressed in her nurse garb. "You never did have the best taste in music." She teased, as she took a seat on the bed next to Shino, whom she gave an affectionate pat to before turning to face Blake once more. "You all set to go?" Blake rolled her eyes and gestured to the pack at her feet. "Yeah, I'm all good. I just need to grab some honey from the back and that'll be it for me." With that realization there was a long silence between them before the taller woman lunged at the violet-haired teen, holding her in a vice-like grip as she began ugly crying. "I'm gonna miss you, call me every day, take pictures, visit when you pass back through -" "I Know, I know. C'mon, we had this talk Pey, no crying...it's not cool." She muttered as her own eyes burned, fighting back tears of her own. "I'll make you both proud...I promise." There was a soft chuckle and a gentle kiss planted on top of the young woman's head, "I know you will, now get outta here before the old man decides to take Icarus for a joy ride." With that exchange nearing its end the sibling headed out back, Peyton hung back as Blake approached the large, scattered hives in the backyard. Combee instantly swarming her with happy buzzings, luckily this time around Aurae wasn't around to stop her and she wasn't about to test her luck as Shino grumbled to himself, eyes diligently watching the trees as Blake tossed three jars into her bag before rushing back to the house.

Now fully packed, Blake came around front where her grandfather and his Salamence, Icarus were waiting. The old dragon gave a low grumble as she approached, giving him a gentle pat on the head before hugging the old man, who muttered something to himself before releasing her from his grip. No tears this time around but there was a clear mixture of sorrow, happiness, and worry as the small family waved off the pair as they began heading down route seventeen with sights aimed at Lumiose City and meeting with the professor so they could officially begin.

Lumiose City

The meeting was rather short and in a way a bit of a waste, though she appreciated the rundown of everything that had been discussed this morning with the earlier group. Her main goal was to become a registered trainer, nothing more, nothing less. And with recent events involving "friends" one could imagine she wasn't exactly thrilled at the idea of being encouraged to join up with a group of strangers right off the bat, after informing the professor that she'd take his information under consideration she did, however, promise to look into the phenomena affecting the Bug-types around Santalune, though the idea of endangering Shino by exposing him wasn't all too thrilling.

With a genuine thanks to the professor, Blake, and Shino made their exit and soon found themselves back on the streets of Lumiose. "Well, not exactly what I had in mind, but if it means helping out the Bug-types then I guess that's cool...maybe we'll get our hands on something new. I hope it's a Skorupi! Nah they're more desert-based." She chuckled, giving Shino a gentle pat as they moved through the busy streets towards route four on the other side of the city gates.

Route 4

So far everything seemed normal, and almost serene as the duo made their way through the route. Though it was pretty common for Bug-types to hang around trees and dense areas during the day, so she figured that'd be a great place to start. Nothing...It was eerie and made Blake uneasy as she and Shino moved through the forested paths. Though a subtle buzzing that only grew louder with each passing moment had slowly begun filling her ears, and even set Shino into full-on fight mode as he lowered himself at Blake's side, preparing to strike at anything that dared threaten his trainer's safety. "Easy boy, scout up further, I'll see if I can find any clues on the ground." With a nod, the Scyther began dashing quickly through the woodwork, taking care to stay within range of Blake as she wandered behind him.

"Weird." She'd grown accustomed to the buzzing by now, having been in large swarms before she learned to roll with the sounds until they passed, but this was...different. Shino even seemed to be affected to some degree as he began acting more aggressive than normal - hopefully, none of it would be directed towards her in the end, for now, she continued to work with her partner in hopes of finding the source of this mess. Though in her daze, Blake had unknowingly wandered into the path of a speeding Skiddo who as a result came crashing into her and flinging its rider on top of the young goth, who was still shaking her head from the impact and praying that her journey wouldn't be this short. She felt...pressure on her, not Skiddo weight pressure, but enough to make her shift uncomfortably as her eyes fluttered open. Surprised to find a girl on top of her, blushing before quickly rolling off to the side and allowing Blake to breathe for a moment as she partially listened to the girl speak...and boy did she talk. There was a moment where Blake just stared up at the tree-tops, watching as 'Eris' made a small barrier of leaves to apparently keep angry Vivillon at bay. Finally finding that she was still alive and once the girl finished speaking, Blake finally gave herself a chance to speak. "Blake, I'd ay nice to meet you but...I'm sure you can piece together why I won't." She sighed heavily before blinking again. "Shino!" She called for the Scyther who instantly began his retreat, using Quick Attack to augment his speed as he dashed back to where he found Blake sprawled out, his calm gaze fixing itself into a glare before rushing over to her side as she sat up, watching the Vivillon swarm angrily. "Well, that doesn't look good, thanks for bringing the party here." She rolled her eyes before pushing herself up and onto her feet once more.

Shino glared angrily at the new duo as he prepared to strike the Skiddo, only to be stopped by Blake who gestured back to the baying Vivillon horde. "Well, I don't suppose you have any bright ideas on getting out of this? Whatever Shino use Vaccum Wave and push them back, and dull the power so you don't hurt them." She ordered calmly, watching as the Scyther crossed his bladed arms before sending a sharp gust of wind towards the horde, knocking loose a few branches and leaves that served as better cover, while the wind from the attack pushed on their wings heavily and if done right it'd throw them off balance for a while."Hopefully, that buys some time...you said you had friends, I'm guessing you all got split? And wouldn't happen to know Professor Sycamore?" She was a bit annoyed, but knew that she had to at least be apart of the group he mentioned, but didn't really go out of his way to offer her any specifics, but since she was also working to help Viola it had to be them, right?

Darkmaster006 · Oct 30, 2019

Artemisa

Eris, the Skiddo (F), Lvl. 13
Skiddo, the Mount Pokémon. Because of Skiddo's mild temperament, they're thought to be one of the first Pokémon to live in harmony with people.
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Eris is a very playful Skiddo. She loves her trainer dearly and always goes around with her in her trips. Artemisa tends to have her out of her Pokeball. Eris tends to spread out when they are outside, sometimes she brings Artemisa herbs or berries back.
Type: Grass
Ability: Sap Sipper
Moves:
Vine Whip
Leech Seed
Razor Leaf
Grassy Terrain

Full Character Sheet
Location: Parterre Way (Route 4), Kalos
Wearing: Brown jacket (attached to her waist), light mossy green shirt, khaki loose pants with lots of pockets, blue and white cap
Items: Backpack
Pokemon caught: Vivillon (High Plains Pattern)

The new girl struck Artemisa as, maybe a bit rude? Or, rather, too direct and blunt. She pulled no punches, so to speak. Art was definitely not one to get angry, though, and with small things like this, she just let them go. It was just the way some people behaved and that was alright. Plus, she hadn't really said anything suuuper rude as of yet, so for now it was fine. Art also tended not to really care if that was done to her, since she was very firm in her beliefs and had a high self-esteem, but tended to get—not angry—but at least preoccupied if it was one of her friends being talked down to or something like that. But, either way, she tried to get a conversation going. All this and more went through Art's head as she watched Blake instruct her Scyther, apparently named Shino, on how to take down those Vivillon.

"Be careful with them. They are... infested, or something like that, according to Viola. And yes we did get split but I went away with some Vivillon on purpose to divide the swarm. Eris is quite fast, but we tried to run mostly in circles or not going too far, so I guess you could see my team-mates over there," Artemisa pointed to the north-east, where some people could barely be seen fighting off some Vivillon, "that should be them three over there." Eris kept the Razor Leaf barrier alive, but her leaves were less sharper each time, and she was getting a bit tired. The Vivillon, meanwhile, had been reduced to two, as three laid on the floor, flying low, and very tired to do any more damage. In fact, the seemed to have stopped on the ground to rest, and their eyes were calm now. The Vivillion who still stood tried a concerted Gust, but it was to no avail, as the newly arrived Scyther and his attack seemed to be more effective. "Oh, and yes, we do know Sycamore. In fact, he sent us on this mission of sorts to help Viola and stuff. Are you on this mission too? If so, you must have arrived a tad late, but that's fine! I'm glad we got new people on the team, too! We gotta help Viola!" She shifted her attention to Eris, while hearing the girl's answer.

The two girls stood behind Shino and Eris, out of harm's way. Out of the blue, Artemisa had an idea. What if... one of these Vivillon became their companion in travelling? It'd be just perfect, wouldn't it? Out of the two standing Vivillons, there was an Icy Patterned one and a High Plains patterned one. The choice, for Art, was evident. She got out one of her Pokeballs from her backpack. She caressed Eris and asked for her opinion—pointing at the Vivillon and then at her Pokeball—when Eris confirmed that it was alright by her, Art proceeded. "I'm glad you're happy with it, Eris! Then... go, Pokeball!" She threw it above the Leaf Barrier, hoping to catch the Vivillon at once, since Scyther's attacks must have weakened it and whatever it was was infecting Bugs had to make them sick, she wanted to heal it and hopefully learn what was wrong to help the other Bugs and also Viola; but most of all, she hoped to have in Vivillon another great companion. The Ball went above and hit the Vivillon in its right wing, falling to the ground just near a Moonsoon pattern one that poked at it curiously. The Pokeball, at last, halted its ticking, but Art could not yet go and grab it since the Icy Vivillon was still rampantly angry.

norway · Oct 31, 2019

“Oh, I would say this, um, a bad thing.”

Things escalated quickly. All she had been doing was observing flowers of a kind that seemed rare to her but were actually quite basic. And then Zeke started getting the bad kind of excited, and the others were scrambling about and their partner Pokémon were attacking these big beautiful angry butterflies that honestly were no longer beautiful as their buzzing increased and elsie felt scared. She pressed her palms against her ears and closed her eyes, and they swarmed around her, dispersing aggressively in the direction of the others and she was suddenly so over come with worry about everyone’s safety which was unusual for her, she let out a squeak of a scream and then —

a cloud of smoke was birthed and enveloped the girl in darkness, which caused the butterflies both to lose interest and begin shifting their attention, to perhaps Art who seemed to be creating a diversion or even a bulbasaur fighting diligently.

A small croak chimed and elsie moves in the direction of it, still with her eyes closed and deeper into the forest. She didn’t care for where she was going as long as the buzzing died down and the wind stopped gusting. After a while she felt something catch the bridge of her foot and she tumbled face first down a small incline and landed on a rough patch, it almost seemed like a sandy dirt. Her chin hit the earth and she murmured a defeated “oof” exhaling upon collision but then finally opening her eyes as a small croak recaptured her attention.

“It’s a... small... lake...” she grunted, and pushed herself back upon her bum. Leaves and dirt not only discolored her clothing but accessorized her platinum hair in a childish way. “So? What about it? We were just at a lake.”

The froakie strode forward with a growing urgency, and while elsie did not share the sentiment she eventually got up and followed, if anything just not to be alone. She peered up at where she had fallen from with the idea that something was amiss and she was needed, but she still wasn’t sure what had happened in the first place. She figured surely their small group would handle it better than her, but a familiar frog like string of noises led her away from the incline, and song the edge of a river just deep enough to escape being shallow. Every now and then, her small blue frog would seemingly analyze the water and grow more and more upset.

They would soon engage with a new kind of humming, as if there was a rather large and powered engine nearby. This drew elsies attention slightly, she wondered what would be electrical out here in the forest. As they drew near, froakie in the lead but his trainer now closing the gap between them, a greater parting would reveal itself, along with a fervently pumping machine about the size of a Tauros and a sickening green smog that was oozing out but dissipating in the air to escape attention. It also seemed to draw its energy from the water and dispose of extra chemicals, which elsie now noticed had the water an odd shade of blue green, unnecessarily dirty for a water bed that should be very rich and healthy.
“What... is this?” She inquired very curiously and with a slight furrow to her brow.

mdebourg · Nov 1, 2019

Andy and Azurill would continue moving along route 4, the two enjoying the sights and sounds of the nature. After going through a bit of a hedge maze, the two finally see another 2 people , one with a Skiddo, the other with a scyther. The both of them being bugged by some fancy Vivillon of many patterns.

"Mind giving them a hand Aqua?" the little mouse gives him a nod as they get closer. It looked like several of the butterflies had already been somewhat dealt with as they were lower in the air, though one with a snowflake pattern on it was still very much able to fly. "Blast that one with the snowflake pattern that's higher with a water gun!"

Theo713 · Nov 1, 2019

Zeke barely heard what Art said as she took off with several of the Vivillon in tow, Zeke calling after her “Divide and conquer only works when you're the divider!” But it was no use. She was gone and had taken half of the attacking Vivillon with her. Maybe Elsie and himself could handle those that remained, somehow, if they worked together. That plan too went out the window when Elsie bolted in her own direction, her also with a couple Vivillon on her trail. That left Zeke, his Bulbasaur, two Vivillon, and another person who showed up. When asked if this was the problem they were supposed to address, Zeke would offer a shrug “Or the after affects. I'll take that one, you take the other.” Two on two were way better odds than three on twelve. And even if he and this new person only fought a Vivillon a piece, that put their odds one on one. Those odds he could get behind.

Zeke chose the Ocean Pattern Vivillon because lets face it. You throw a punch, you better be ready to get punched back. “Bulbasaur, Tackle!” he called, the grass starter calling out a Saur before charging the Vivillon who easily flew out of the grass frog's way. In retaliation the Vivillon would again launch a Struggle Bug attack at Zeke, who again barely dodged the attack by dropping to the ground. As soon as he went down the Vivillon fired a String Shot at Bulbasaur to keep him slow enough to avoid, the Bulbasaur catching and wrapping the string up on his vines and shaking it off in to two piles that resembled spider egg sacs. None of this is working he thought as he forced himself up off the ground, getting an idea. “Tackle again!” Vivillon watched as the Bulbasaur again charged at him and again flew just out of the grass type's reach, but was surprised when it found itself going down hard anyway. Looking back before she and her attacker hit the ground, the Vivillon would find herself face to face with Zeke, his hands covering her insect like body. “Crazy, right? Listen to me. We're not trying to hurt you. Someone or something wah!” Was as far as he got before the Vivillon used her Gust attack, the bug pokemon generating enough force to lift Zeke not only off of her but a good few feet in to the air before throwing him against a nearby tree, Zeke's head bouncing off the tree's trunk. Well that hurt. Dazed and confused Zeke would look towards where the Vivillon had been, seeing the bug Tackle in to his Bulbasaur. There had to be something he could do. Sitting himself upright as thought after thought began to flood his mind, Zeke finally settled on one. Whistling to get the Vivillon's attention, Zeke would put a hand to the back of his head while the other went behind his back. “That all you got you overgrown butterfly? No wonder you lot attack in big groups. Too weak to do anything by yourselves.” he mused, upnodding in his Bulbasaur's direction. “C'mon Bouldercore. Let's get outta here. Not gonna waste our time on these weaklings.” He could almost hear the Vivillon turn to look at him. He could almost feel the Gust attack it was about to prepare when it changed its mind. And he could almost hear the tears of anger and frustration running down the Vivillon's face. “Come on then. Let me have it.” he tried and failed to taunt, the Vivillon falling for it nonetheless and barreling full force towards Zeke. In the last second Zeke would raise a hand to put between himself and the Vivillon. Any other object would have been on the verge of shattering from the force the Vivillon had smashed in to it with. But not the poke-ball Zeke held out. All that anger quickly turned to confusion before she was sucked in to the sphere, Zeke letting his hand fall and the ball roll away. He knew this whole pokemon trainer thing was going to be a walk in the park, but he didn't think it was going to be this much of a hassle either.

norway · Nov 10, 2019

“That, my dear, is science.”

elsie suddenly felt the warmth of the sun fleeting as a grandiose shadow expanded behind her own figure, even spreading onto the water. Her froakie was out of sight, but the pasty girl herself wasn’t used to relying on a Pokémon anyway, therefore she simply turned around not quite sure to expect. It was a tall man, which was all she had been able to assume. He stood a bit close, and several inches above her own stature; a passing breeze would waft a thick chemical smell from him, while the sunlight he boarded illuminated snowy white locks. He was dressed in a hefty coat with a strange colorful symbol, but clad to his body would be a black top — both seemed imprinted with odd colors and smears, but his pale face had natural curvaceous veins an odd shade of blue that stretched like divided rivers beneath his otherwise smooth skin. His laugh lines were faint but curved as his teeth bared themselves, his smile as friendly as a territorial ursaring.

“But, it’s beyond your realm, and I don’t quite feel like explaining. So why don’t you scamper back to where you came from and let the adults do their work?”

Although he spoke, Elsie was having trouble paying attention, as behind him her little blue frog seemed to be hard at work. She didn’t quite understand what froakie was doing, so her eyes just flickered back and forth between the two while her figure minimized slightly in discomfort.

“Did you not hear me? I said, leave.”

“I’m leaving,” she said distantly, wondering where her frog partner had gone. She attempted to step around the man, a bit absent minded, but apparently he didn’t like that move and instead grabbed her wrist, his face flooding into something very unpleasant, “Perhaps I’ll have to remove you — “

SMACK!

the man seemed genuinely dumbfounded as a blast of water gushed at his back,just enough to make him lose his balance and that is when elsie frantically tugged at the mans arms to cause him to fall into the dirty chemical filled water. As the splash filled the air she watched her froakie leap forward and begin violently assaulting the generator pumping the chemicals into the lake, he whacked and pounded with all his might, but it was simply leaving dents if anything.

“we shouldn’t be here,” she murmured to herself but she also approached her partner, and took a look over the machine as if she knew what she was looking at. There were dials and buttons and a long steaming pump trembling and grumbling as it excreted Oddities into the water. “Ohnonono, what are these things,” she saw the older man angrily getting a grip of the waters edge, and attempting to pull himself up.

“If you think I’m above hurting a child,” he growled. “You’re wrong.”

“aaaand this thingy,” she turned a dial in the opposite direction, which seemed to suddenly start reducing the water count. “Maybe this?” She flipped a red slim switch, and suddenly that same water emerged like a canon, and caused the man to lose his footing and slip back underneath. “Okay, um,” her froakie croaked and got in his trainers way, taking a moment to asses the switches before pointing at a rather large and obvious red button labeled “power off”.

“Seems over dramatic,” she noted, but hit the switch with her fist and suddenly the humming ceased. Simultaneously, her frog broke a few things underneath, and seemed a bit busy with his personal agenda. It was then that she heard a howl sound from somewhere and it bounced off the machinery like a devils hound. “Okay, we’re leaving, we should go, going now, leaving time, goodbye!”

she scooped up her frog in her arms and suddenly started running in a direction — any direction — away from the generator and everything she had just been a part of. Another angry howl, this time from the man, motivated her to run faster, and faster, further into some trees before she stopped, and caught her breath.

She sighed, and loosened her grip on her partner Pokémon. The sun was eclipsed by the shadowy trees and a strong aroma of earth would fill her nostrils, it was darker and cooler here, away from the clearing and the generator and the angry man with the bear like smile. She looked around, quite confused as to where she had run off To and more importantly how to get back to the group.

“This is... quite a predicament,” she told no one in particular, and her frog returned to his usual disinterested state. She wondered who the man was and why he was so mean, and also why froakie cared so much about the machine. It wasn’t quite connecting in her brain, and she furrowed her brows at that fact.

—-

Back where the Vivillion were being forced to settle down, the remaining gang would find themselves greeted by Viola, who appeared upon the news of disturbance in the woods and... “Oh non, I was worried it was my new formatrices and formateurs,” she told those who were still here, facing the butterflies. She and her masquerain approached the situation with a half smile, which was unusual for her, as she was usually so positive and hopeful. But this was unusual and, being that her adoration was high for the insects of Kalos, hurt her heart deeply. “I am viola, santalune city gym leader and bug enthusiast, as well as a close from of Sycamores. You are going to be okay now, all of you.”

“am I safe to assume there are more of you?” She inquired with worry. “Who all is injured? That bulbasaur looks like it could use a sprucing up,” she offered Zeke, along with a small potion. “And who else?” She saw a young man with a water type, And then another with a ghostly pumpkin. She didn’t find them exactly at an advantage, but she supposed this is where she had to step up as a gym leader, too.

—-

Not far from where Art and Blake would meet, would be the opposite side of the camp where elsie has run away from. (She wasn’t nearly as far as she thought she was, actually). A few tents were set up, and distantly some people in coats monitored another water source, accompanied by some generic Pokémon used sorely for power like klinks and magnemites although an electabuzz was not too far. A handful of native insects were also caged in a bundle, some crying while others violently beat against their cages. Some had been test subjects while others were the before comparison or were soon to be chosen. You could tell they were miserable being locked up in less than fair living conditions.

“More energy, more energy!” Some one would shout, and a surge of electricity would be executed and broadcast through the atmosphere, charging everything around as well as causing body hair to stand up cold and full of static for the girls.

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