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August 4th
Iris Aster Monroe
River's Crown Medieval Festival
Loire de Fleuve Isle
Iris was glad to hear Indigo joking around with her, and was even more merryful when their friend had came up. The way she had given Indigo a nickname too was quite the scene. They must have a close relationship, the blue-haired trainer thought. When Zelda and herself were introduced, she bowed her head once in the same greeting she had treated to the rest. "Nice to see you as well. That is indeed one charming Pawmot, if I had to say so myself." She smiled at the Pokémon named 'Bruiser'. Odd, but alright. Trainers had freedom over naming their team anyway.

"Should I be worried that you even thought Indigo would be causing me trouble?" She lifted a brow, looking between the dark haired one, and back to the blonde. They were a bit different through personality, one being quite vibrant, and the other differing. Maybe opposites truly did attract. Angelette mrrowed at the orange creature that sat in Zelda's lap. To be fair, not all cats went along with mice, but maybe this could work. Iris plucked out a strawberry for her Sylveon, in which the pink-and-white Pokémon took without a single ounce of hesitance.

"So, what brings the both of here to Kalos?" She started, once everyone got settled. A little conversation wouldn't hurt anybody. "Was it just for the event, or were you already here?" There were several people all around, but they all had a different goal. Some may be just here for catching more Pokémon, others here to train. Hopefully her week would not be considered too busy, with all the things actually available.

Interactions: Takumi98 Takumi98
Mentions: None
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Vasily "Vasya" Molchalin

River's Crown Medieval Festival / August 4th











Mentions: Deaucalion ( Cresion Breezes Cresion Breezes ), Naka ( Merciless Medic Merciless Medic ), and Atlantis ( THEKAZUHA_ANEMO THEKAZUHA_ANEMO ).

Vasya didn’t flinch at the displeasure bubbling up beneath Deaucalion. The boy had approached him with an earnest question, and in turn, he provided an earnest answer. Vasya saw no point in softening nor mincing words, as neither would help Deaucalion with his quest in the least.

"Hmmm? Really? But I'm from Paldea, Artazon, it's where I learned how to do art! And I've seen plenty of Orthworm before." The boy exclaimed.

“Oh, so you’re Paldean yourself?” He replied. “I’ve had colleagues who’ve gone to Paldea to collaborate with the Pokemon League, specifically researching the origins of the ruinous quartet. I specialize moreso in Unovan mythology, but I’d love to visit someday on my own time.”

After the boy exchanged some form of communication with his Clodsire, (The tapping was even further beyond Vasya, who’d only heard of it as a method some deaf pokemon communicated through.) Vasya was presented with another set of drawings, more incomprehensible than the last. Dear gods… if these were the pokemon the boy classified as “serpentine”, Vasya was sure he’d have sooner labeled Reshiram a fowl or a wolf before he properly identified them as a dragon. The only pokemon featured he also considered serpentine were Rayquaza and what appeared to be Giratina’s fabled original form. But the rest… were exceedingly generous. Not only that, but what even was a Tapu Snakey? Unless there was a secret fifth Alolan island he wasn’t aware of, Vasya was certain it was just another of the boy's eccentricities.

"It also had this...golden tint to it, and it also had wings I think? I made the sketch when I first started learning how to draw, so maybe I should update it with more details..."

“Maybe that would do you some good.” Vasya agreed. “If this is your only portrait of the pokemon, you wouldn’t want others making my mistake and confusing it for an Orthworm.”

"Didn't you say you collected myths and legends? Don't you have at least a little bit of information?" Deaucalion said with a slightly questioning tone. "Are you really interested in legends, you seem pretty quick to dismiss..."

“It also wasn’t my intent to dismiss your claim without evidence.” Vasya shook his head. “It was merely the most likely conclusion I could give based on the information I was given. And regardless of the subject matter, I think it’s important to consider multiple outcomes outside of your first or most preferred one. If you’re too tunnel visioned upon one answer, you may be ignoring an easier, more sensible solution, or even ignoring the whole truth at hand.”

“But if your definition of serpentine legendary is that… broad… it could be the lady djinn, Enamorus.” Vasya added. “She is much more elusive than her three brothers, and from what I’ve heard, has begun to garner some of her first sightings in a very long time. She tends to prefer the spring of Sinnoh, but even the likes of a deity as herself grows homesick and must return to her birthplace, Unova. And if we return to your description, she is also pink-skinned, golden-eyed, and well known for wearing her serpent-like tail like a layered necklace. Even then, I wouldn’t say she’s winged. Enamorus controls air and cloud to fly like her brothers. Though I suppose, the webbed feet she bears in her Therian Forme could resemble small wings from a distance.”

While the two trainers were conversing, Seelie’s ear twitched, catching the screech of Atlantis’s bike tires seconds before the crash. The yelp of pain that ensued tore at the service pokemon’s heartstrings, yet his paws remained planted firmly in place. It took every ounce of his self-control to focus on his trainer instead, and his commitment was strong. Since he’d been startled by Deaucalion’s call, Vasya was still coming down from the high of his hypervigilant state, and it was his duty to continue monitoring his trainer’s emotional state until it equalized again. Even if Vasya permitted it on occasion, it was still against Seelie’s training to leave him behind whether he was at high risk of succumbing to a PTSD episode or at a stable level. In that moment, Seelie had never wished more that Double Team could create true clones rather than a hollow illusion.

He was practically vibrating with temptation as the whooshing of pokeballs opening filled the air. The poor Sylveon was moments from combusting on the spot as the hiss of a reptilian pokemon’s fighting words clashed with the uncannily humanoid voice of a vengeful ghost pokemon. Gods, he wished one of his siblings were here to lighten the load. Preferably one of his fellow Sylveon who could soothe the conflict using both their fae powers and their trained conflict resolution skills, and heal the poor trainers caught in the middle of it.

Vasya, noticing his partner pokemon trembling at his side, added one last note to Deaucalion.

“I’m sorry to cut our conversation short, but Seelie’s become very worked up about the commotion over there. Helpful to a fault this one is, and I think he’d burst if he sat idly by any longer. While it might not always be the answer you wish to hear, I’m happy to help how I can.”

With that, he bowed politely out and made for the site of the crash. Only Seelie followed, padding gingerly at his heels as if feeling guilty for interrupting his trainer’s conversation. Grimalkin and Ghillie choose not to follow. The Meowscarada crossed his arms, rolling his eyes as he let out an exaggeratedly loud sigh.

“Another sidequest?” He grumbled. “My stars, you will really do anything but follow up on your promise of performance, won’t you?”

Ghillie was too frightened to utter more than a few whines in reply, cowering behind Grimalkin’s legs as he shook like an aspen leaf. The little Pumpkaboo peeked out at the scene on occasion, but always darted back into place the second one of the larger pokemon moved.

Seelie overtook Vasya’s pace, a soothing pink fairy aura emanating from the tip of his unfurled ribbons. Outwardly, the Sylveon was rigid as stone, not betraying an ounce of fear in the face of the Sceptile twice his size, nor the fiery blades of the Ceruledge facing him down. But Vasya could see his partner’s vision drifting from the two beasts eyeing eachother with fire in their gaze, to the two women they stood like sentries between. He recognized neither of the trainers. Seelie was alerted to the blonde woman first, scenting each of her injuries for sign of anything but minor bruising. Vasya registered her as about in her late twenties, practically dressed for rough outdoor work, and heavily scarred akin to many a hard laborer in his day. She was likely the modernman’s equivalent of a commonwoman, and therefore not a threat to be wary of. Though, he did have to wonder how a woman who’d never toiled under the boot of the nobility bore more scars than he did.

Once Seelie was satisfied with his assessment of her condition, he moved on to the black-haired biker. Vasya could tell she was likely a fair bit younger, perhaps even teenaged, but that was all he could conclude. He still wasn’t crystal-clear on most subcultures of modern fashion, especially the likes of streetwear. He was never sure if it was just a mode of casual fashion for all, or purely the fashion of those who could afford it. For the moment, he would proceed with sheathed caution.

“Goodness, are you two alright?” He asked, joining up with Seelie. “My partner pokemon here isn’t usually the sort to break from his duties, but you had him truly worried. It’s always been in Seelie’s nature to care for others, so he’s just checking to assure everyone here is well.”
 
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Cheri Charette (NPC)
Loire De Fleuve Isle, Kalos ​

Aug 4th, Late Morning
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“Talking more sounds wonderful~!” Cheri beamed. “Olympia and I were going to get lunch after the play is over, but you are more than welcome to join us~ Isn’t that right, Oly-?” Cheri glanced over to the spot where her daughter was supposed to have sat...and stared.

...

...

The blonde dame in a fancy medieval dress let out a long, withering sigh. It didn’t really surprise her that her wild-child of a little girl had run off despite their planned date. Who wanted to spend time with their mothers these days? At a festival, no less? Olympia, in particular, had always been a...willful...child. Independent. Whether it was picking a fight with boys her age or running off to start her ‘Pokemon Journey’, she never let anything stop her when she got an idea in head.

Nor was she the type to sit still for extended periods.

“Where does she get it from?” Cheri murmured to herself before shaking her head and returning her gaze to Aurelio. “Well.” Cheri cleared her throat. “It looks like it’ll just be us then~ Once the play is over, of course. I sooo look forward to seeing how the final act is portrayed.”

Cheri knew the story of the Kalosian Revolution, of course. A bloody affair that ended with the death of a King and a Queen.

As for her daughter, Cheri wasn’t terribly worried. They had their phones. Modern technology made finding a missing child terribly easy these days. Even if it didn’t, Cheri was confident Olympia could take care of herself. The girl had been doing so ever since she started her ‘Pokemon Journey’ , after all. She had her pokemon with her as well. The important thing—the reason Cheri invited Olympia to vacation with her in Kalos—was to take her mind away from her loss/almost-victory at the Silver Conference.

THEKAZUHA_ANEMO THEKAZUHA_ANEMO
Back to the Festival Streets...
Olympia Charette
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“Okay, okay!” Olympia grumbled as the psychic nudges urged her attention away from the potential ‘fight’ and back to the cart of goodies. Obtaining an olden-style shopping bag (it looked like a large pouch really) from the seller, Olympia added whatever snacks Genevive indicated into the sack.

The macaroons were first, of course.

Feeding a small, pink sandwich cookie to the overly eager espeon on her shoulder, Olympia bought some for herself as well. They did indeed look good, after all, and escaping a theater did drive up an appetite—not that she did very much.

Thanking the seller, Olympia continued her trek along the stalls, putting whatever Genevive seemed to want into the sack. It was strangely like shopping with her mother. On those rare mother-daughter bonding activities that she couldn’t escape, Olympia was often the carrier of shopping bags while her mother went around picking whatever she wanted. Why did anyone need so many dresses? Olympia couldn’t understand it. Then again, she never really related well with girls her age in the first place.

“Y’know, I have an espeon as well,” Olympia said conversationally to the espeon on her shoulder. “Though compared to you, he’s much calmer. The wise sort. He--,”

Olympia stopped in her tracks as yet another potential fight came into view. Was the festival some sort of battleground? This one seemed to have a Sceptile, a Vaporeon, a Ceruledge, and a fallen bike to mark the occasion. A Sylveon seemed to be trying to heal those involved in the accident, though whether it managed to stop the potential fight itself was hard to say, given the tense atmosphere.

Olympia rolled her eyes. She liked watching fights. That much was true. However, as a Pokemon Trainer, she also knew and adhered(mostly) to the rules of Pokemon battle. A referee was always required to ensure the safety of the Pokemon and Trainer. Stadiums and battle arenas ensured minimal damage to the surroundings and viewers. To bypass those rules would be to endanger lives and give Pokemon Battlers, like her, a bad reputation. She didn’t like that. Child her might not have minded, but Olympia had developed a lot as a Trainer since her travel across two regions.

She didn’t really have a high opinion of Trainers who couldn’t control their pokemon either.

Hands on hips, the 14-year-old spoke plainly. “I don’t know what your beef with each other is, but Pokemon Trainers ought to take things to battle arenas. And this festival seems to hold a wide variety of events to compete in if ya’ll want to settle some sort of score.”

THEKAZUHA_ANEMO THEKAZUHA_ANEMO Merciless Medic Merciless Medic Unknowinglegion Unknowinglegion

Olympia left the suggestion at that. She wasn’t some police officer. She didn’t really give a damn if some strangers wanted to duke out their problems on the streets or not. Perhaps it might even better that way...not for the civilians of course, but Olympia only considered herself half of one.

Turning away, Olympia continued along the stalls, pigtails swaying.

“Ah, that reminds me,” Olympia’s eyes brightened playfully as she looked towards the espeon on her shoulder. “Is your Trainer participating in any of the events? I’ll promise not to beat him up too bad if that’s the case. For the sake of our friendship, I mean.”
 
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Date: August 4, Thursday, 2022
Location: Loire de Fleuve Isle, Kalos
Interactions: Ron Towers, Atlantis Eve Evermore, Vasily Molchalin, Olympia Charette
Mentions: N/A
Hecotoro Hecotoro THEKAZUHA_ANEMO THEKAZUHA_ANEMO Unknowinglegion Unknowinglegion QuirkyAngel QuirkyAngel
Pokémon Team:
Chu the Pichu
Tochi the Parasect
Aero the Aerodactyl
Silenus the Sceptile
Yuki the Froslass
Hattie the Hatterene

-Accessory Pokémon:
Brontis the Chikorita
Minnie the Mienshao

Ron had left as quickly as he appeared, which wasn't surprising to Naka at the least. She let him go, he seemed to be on edge or was just irritated from something else besides what the danger she magnetized her way.

At least Furia wouldn't egg Silenus on.

The girl took her hand and got up, with Naka expending some strength to help her up to her feet to show some sort of camaraderie or something similar. When questioned, Naka shook her head. "Nothing to feel guilty over. You ruined nothing." She chuckled, her tone going a bit icy when she looked over her shoulder at her Silenus, the same smile on her face feeling a bit forced when she looked at her Sceptile. The Grass-Type huffed in response, shifting his feet awkwardly.

Naka's attention was brought to Atlantis as she freaked out over a bag of something. But when the Ceruledge appeared after Atlantis's taunt, Naka sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Please, don't egg him on..." She warned Atlantis, but more out of concern than it being a threat.

That was when she felt something to her side and saw a Sylveon and a young man. Well, 'young'. He seemed like he had been through quite a lot in his day. She gave a smile, trying to ignore the hostility from the Vaporeon making her emotions wanting to follow suit. "Thank you, I'm alright." She then looked at the Meowscarada and the Pumpkaboo behind Vasya, waving her at them with an easy smile.

That's when a young girl spoke up and then left. She chuckled, shaking her head. "She's right, you know." She then held up her Pokeball right over her shoulder, her gaze shifting to the side towards where her Sceptile was. "Concede." She commanded sternly, as Silenus did cross a line.

Silenus huffed, growling and grunting with some protest that equated to 'you should be more careful, you're more fragile than you think' before finally tapping the ball and getting sucked back inside. Naka smiled. "There."

She then turned to Atlantis, huffing as she explained. "I got injured a couple weeks ago, got a hairline fracture of my upper arm while in the Safari Zone, and was banged up pretty bad from a Tauros and a Mienshao. So he's a lot more aggressively protective since he couldn't be there to protect me, what with the rules of the Safari Zone going in there with no Pokemon and all. Also, he does grunt, he's just more worried for me, which is why it comes out in a whine."

"Anyway, I hope you're alright." She looked at Atlantis, giving an easy smile before turning to Vasya. "And who might you be? You seem... Fascinatingly different from the others I've met." She didn't know why, but he seemed... quite different from others she's met.

If she knew of Vasya's origins and had a nickel for every person she met who came from a different time period or a different world altogether, she'd have three. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened thrice. Well, maybe four if she counted Evelyn and Genevieve back in Johto as different people, even though they were the same people with Evelyn coming from the future...

 
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  • The Guard Dog
    Zelda

    August 4th, Morning | The Rivers's Crown Festival, Kalos
    Interactions: Iris ( CHUUYAS_HAT CHUUYAS_HAT )
    Mentioned: Hakusan ( Daylight Fantasy Daylight Fantasy )

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    From a distance, Hakusan had to squirm around the crowd to have a better view of Apollo. After moving towards the front, bumping shoulders with a person with a Pawmot which he silently apologised for, he observed from a distance.
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    When she had bumped shoulders on the way to Iris and Indigo, the look she had given Hakusan was sharp for only a second, a frown on her face. When he seemed apologetic however, she gave a soft huff and a nod before moving on.

    When Zelda and herself were introduced, she bowed her head once in the same greeting she had treated to the rest. "Nice to see you as well. That is indeed one charming Pawmot, if I had to say so myself." She smiled at the Pokémon named 'Bruiser'.
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    Bruiser giggled at Iris' compliment, giving the blue haired trainer a smile. Angelette's response caused the electric mouse to squeak at her, breaking off a piece of food and holding it out to the Sylveon, only to look offended as Kuro took it instead.

    "Should I be worried that you even thought Indigo would be causing me trouble?" She lifted a brow, looking between the dark haired one, and back to the blonde.
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    “Indie has a tendency to wander and get into things they shouldn't.” Zelda explained, taking one of the slices of Sitrus berry set to the side of her plate and giving it to Bruiser, who in turn took another slice and held it out as an offering to Angelette.

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    Species: Marshtomp (M)
    Nickname: Tank
    Partner Pokémon
    Moves:
    Sludge Wave, Protect, Surf, Mud Bomb, Water Gun, Ice Beam, Ancient Power, Water Pulse

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    Species: Flareon (M)
    Nickname: Fluffy
    Moves:
    Fire Fang, Smog, Growl, Sand Attack, Body Slam, Sunny Day, Endure, Quick Attack

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    Species: Pawmot (F)
    Nickname: Bruiser
    Moves:
    Arm Thrust, Quick Attack, Spark, Dig, Close Combat, Bite, Agility, Charge

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    Species: Toxtricity (Low Amp) [M]
    Nickname: Shocker
    Moves:
    Toxic, Shock Wave, Taunt, Discharge, Poison Jab, Thunder Punch, Brick Break

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    Species: Flygon (M)
    Nickname: Drago
    Moves:
    Dragon Breath, Screech, Dragon Tail, Sonic Boom, Mud-Slap, Steel Wing, Earthquake, Fly

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    Species: Scizor (F)
    Nickname: Razor
    Moves:
    Bullet Punch, Iron Defense, X-scissor, Air Slash, Iron Head, Swift

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    Species: Metang
    Nickname: n/a
    Moves:
    Flash Cannon, Metal Claw, Confusion, Scary Face, Take Down, Psychic

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    Species: Garchomp (F)
    Nickname: Reaper
    Moves:
    Rock Tomb, Bite, False Swipe, Dragon Tail, Bulldoze, Metal Claw, Aerial Ace

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    Species: Snorlax (M)
    Nickname: n/a
    Moves:
    Lick, Crunch, Heavy Slam, Yawn, Last Resort

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    Species: Nidoking (M)
    Nickname: Judge
    Moves:
    Sandstorm, Peck, Double Kick, Megahorn, Toxic Spikes, Mega Punch, Earth Power, Roar

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    Species: Volcarona (F)
    Nickname: Pyra
    Moves:
    Acrobatics, Zen Headbutt, Bug Bite, Flame Wheel, Gust, Quiver Dance, Fiery Dance

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    Species: Snom (M)
    Nickname: Snowball
    Moves:
    Struggle Bug, Powder Snow, Protect, Mist

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    Species: Lycanroc (M)
    Nickname: Goblin
    Moves:
    Sucker Punch, Double Team, Howl, Counter, Taunt, Rock Throw, Hyper Voice, Reversal

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    Species: Dragonair (F)
    Nickname: Noodle
    Moves:
    Twister, Icy Wind, Water Pulse, Slam, Wrap
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Aurelio Lucentis
August 4th, Loire de Fleuve Isle
Noticing Cheri had averted her gaze, calling over to her daughter, Aurelio also looked around. He thought Genevieve was with the young girl, but the pair were no where to be found. He wasn't so sure if leaving his Pokémon with a complete stranger was exactly safe, but as he looked back at the woman who seemed utterly calm, he sunk back into his seat again. "I'm afraid the both of them will make a dangerous duo, especially since they chose each other to go along with. I just hope they don't get lost, on both our behalves." He laughed when she went on, questioning who had gotten who's genes.

Like mother, like daughter? One thing Aurelio did pray internally though, while thinking of his partner with Oly, was that Gene was not going to make a fuss over things. She was one precise trouble maker who could cover up mistakes and act mature when under stern eyes, but for him? That was not at all how they met. Old habits never change, he supposed. "I'd be happy to go anywhere to eat, the festival is bringing in a lot of cheers, so every place is probably going to look the same."

Then he moved his attention back to the play, where it was bound to end in a hefty moment or so. He always liked dramas, but sometimes something more simple when Aurelio needed it just came differently. But perhaps in the medieval times, there wasn't much of those. Quite sad to see the heartwarming shows go to such waste when the talent was needed. "If I ever find a remake of a play, it's fun to compare the differences, because not one actor will play the same as the past or future ones."

As Aurelio groped on about the changes of what came to be, Genevieve was enjoying her own macaroon when it was fed to her. She gave a small purr in thanks, finally getting something after a 'long day'. It would only take a few more hours before she was properly met back with her trainer. She'd coax him for something more in her favor, and then relax in the heavenly spa. Her interest was peaked when Olympia brought up the mention of another Espeon. She hated being compared, though.

A look that said, "Does darling 'he' think he's smart because he's resilient?", but of course Olympia probably didn't understand. The intelligent didn't come from those who kept quiet, but instead were just those who don't know they have it. Unless this Pokémon of Oly's was actually interesting. The dark-haired one had stopped mid-sentence to scold a fight, only to not take part of it. She snorted, but stood with them anyways. But when Olympia made efforts into more conversation, Genevieve nearly cried.

Who does she think she is, asking me-a humble cat-who doesn't speak human language, a question? All she could do was nod her head a few times. Aurelio is not one to underestimate, but when a child says that...Gene didn't push it. Teens will be teens, and adults sometimes lose their passion when it comes to battling. Maybe Olympia will win against her owner, but that only came with tough luck, and if Oly had some super cool history and powers up here sleeve. That is, sarcasm intact.

Interactions: QuirkyAngel QuirkyAngel
 
August 4th
Iris Aster Monroe
River's Crown Medieval Festival
Loire de Fleuve Isle
Angelette felt very much teased when she was offered food three times in a row. The second time, the Pawmot named Bruiser had tried giving something away, but then Kuro stole it. The Sylveon's ribbons extended, smacking the top of the Umbreon's head in a scolding way, but after a while her face had returned to the same one she wore before. Zelda helped out the offended mouse by giving her/the mon a slice of a Sitrus Berry, and she was compensated with the funny looking, pear-like fruit. Today, she might as well be counted for being on a 'healthy' diet!

Iris' looked over to Indigo when the blonde trainer stated that they couldn't keep to their own place. She did guess that it was reasonable why they even tried to ask if she was okay in the first place, with that explanation clearing it out, but anyone would do that. The performer rested an arm on the table, hand pressed to the side of her face as she conversed with the others. "I can agree with you on that, the scenery does seem quite comforting since it's medieval and all. It may not be what I usually flow with, but it's nice when just a topic." She looked around to prove her point.

"Paldea?" Iris' lips pressed together tightly again, like how she had them in most cases when she was confused. Angelette took one of her partner's hair strands and started to play with it meanwhile, making a trail for a braid appear. "I've never been there yet. My friend has yet to take me, since I am pretty much a huge boulder when you try to get me out. For why I'm here, I kind of made a promise to go somewhere, and it ended up being this festival. Don't get me wrong, I love Kalos enough to have already been here before I realized such pretty events were going around. But, in another region, someone I know is going to Alola, so it only makes sense for me to find my place here."

Interactions: Takumi98 Takumi98
Mentions: None
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Atlantis Eve Evermore
August 4th, Loire de Fleuve Isle
Hydrangea shook her head at the sight of her trainer taunting the Sceptile. Though she would've joined in too, she was busy crawling under the bike to get it up right. Her tail tip slid over the metal, bouncing upward in a slap. That brought Atlantis' attention over there, where her ride was now being pushed to her side. She caught it before it fell over her, giving the Vaporeon a seething look-despite being light. Then she returned to the older woman who was speaking with her. Hydra jumped into the empty basket mean while, letting the stolen item snuggle besides her form.

"Shame, I thought it was actually going to work," She joked but looked at the green-Pokémon with a different kind of tone. Things were interrupted coincidentally again when a Sylveon trainer came up to them with a matching worried look on the fairy-type. She rose her hands, showing how so little had been done. "Wearing gloves and all, not so much injured, so I'm fine." There were a lot of people staring, and the street-dancer scowled at all of them. "This isn't a movie, you know." In quick work were people looking away, but she still smiled to [Vasya]. "Everything that happened was really my fault though. I didn't mean to cause distress," She looked over to the nervous creature besides them.

Atlantis looked over to Nagmerrie, who watched the Sceptile get taken away with a pleased expression. She waggled a finger in front of him. "Don't think you're not going to be returning too, let's get you back in your Poke-ball." The Ceruledge had refused, blades crossing. She drew back, feigning surprise even if it was almost expected. "Where did you learn that attitude from? This is not why I let you charm my heart all those years ago!" Through her dramatic way of addressing the matter, she knew he wasn't going to give in any time soon when it came to being put away, so she just sighed and gave up.

"I got injured a couple weeks ago, got a hairline fracture of my upper arm..."

She winced on the behalf of the blonde. "I would never live through that kind of wound. Probably would just get glued to my bed at that point. But the good thing is you know how much you and your team bonded, right?" Atlantis lifted her leg on the other side of her bike, like she was going to leave soon. But something did really pop into her mind. As [Naka] silently admired [Vasya], the younger one took off the back-packaging sticker of the skateboard decorations. She quickly flicked a marker someone was holding off to the side, saying, "Let me borrow this!" After scribbling a few things down, she stuck it onto [Naka]'s arm (uninjured one I swear) while they were semi-distracted.

"You seem quite cool to me. That's my number, all you have to do is text 'Sceptile Lady', and I'd remember who it is. Talk to you later," She flashed a wink, before turning to her Ceruledge. "And since you aren't going back into your Poke-ball, race me! That'll be the only way to prove there's a point of keeping you here. Eve is out!" The dark-haired girl was already pushing off the floor to get her bike rolling, as if being told to be careful was forgotten. Nagmerrie shook his head, giving her a head start before following too. Sometimes the relationship with Atlantis' Pokémon were not serious at all.

Interactions: Merciless Medic Merciless Medic & Unknowinglegion Unknowinglegion
Mentions: QuirkyAngel QuirkyAngel (broadly)
 
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    Zelda

    August 4th, Morning | The Rivers's Crown Festival, Kalos
    Interactions: Iris ( CHUUYAS_HAT CHUUYAS_HAT )
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    "Paldea?" Iris' lips pressed together tightly again, like how she had them in most cases when she was confused. Angelette took one of her partner's hair strands and started to play with it meanwhile, making a trail for a braid appear. "I've never been there yet. My friend has yet to take me, since I am pretty much a huge boulder when you try to get me out. For why I'm here, I kind of made a promise to go somewhere, and it ended up being this festival. Don't get me wrong, I love Kalos enough to have already been here before I realized such pretty events were going around. But, in another region, someone I know is going to Alola, so it only makes sense for me to find my place here.”
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    “Yep, Paldea. Was raised there, it's a beautiful place,” Zelda replied, “I hear Alola is also rather beautiful too, though never been there.”

    There was a brief pause, as Zelda was thinking something over before adding, “who knows, if you ever stop by Paldea we might see each other again down the road?”

    Bruiser couldn't help but snicker as Kuro was lightly scolded for his theft, and perked up when Angelette seemed pleased with the offer of Sitrus berry as far as she could tell. Her goal of a new friend seemed to be a success!

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    Nickname: Tank
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    Species: Flareon (M)
    Nickname: Fluffy
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    Nickname: Bruiser
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    Nickname: Drago
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    Nickname: Razor
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    Nickname: Judge
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    Nickname: Pyra
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    Nickname: Snowball
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    Nickname: Goblin
    Moves:
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    Nickname: Noodle
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Vasily "Vasya" Molchalin

River's Crown Medieval Festival / August 4th











Mentions: Naka ( Merciless Medic Merciless Medic ), Atlantis ( THEKAZUHA_ANEMO THEKAZUHA_ANEMO ), and Olympia ( QuirkyAngel QuirkyAngel )

Once Seelie had checked every nook and cranny to assure the two women had acquired no serious injuries, he swiftly returned to Vasya’s side. He wasn’t blind to the fact that their two protective pokemon were leagues stronger than the likes of him, whose hardest battle was dragging his stubborn trainer to the doctor. Hopefully, his calming aura would take effect soon enough. The Sylveon wormed one of his ribbons back around Vasya’s arm, and to his joy, sensed his heart rate was still on its way back down to its usual frequency. He allowed the tension in his muscles to melt away, nuzzling close to Vasya once more.

“Thank you for humoring me.” Seelie said, softly purring against his trainer’s leg.

“Oh, no worries.” Vasya replied telepathically, supplying his partner pokemon with a gentle pat on the head. “There’s no world where I’d deny your heart to help others.”

After applying one last scratch behind Seelie’s ears, he shifted his attention back to the other two trainers. The blonde woman was the first to take initiative, approaching him with an infectious bubbliness and lack of fear towards strangers that Vasya envied.

"Thank you, I'm alright." She answered, flashing a friendly smile his way.

“I’m glad to hear so.”

Naka also supplied a wave to the distant Grimalkin and Ghillie, who admittedly weren’t expecting to be addressed. Grimalkin especially wasn’t entirely sure why this woman was engaging with him, seeing as it was his foolish trainer and bleeding-heart Sylveon teammate who chose to approach her. But nonetheless, he reciprocated with an elegant wave and a slight smile in return. Naka’s gesture won over Ghillie’s trust immediately. For once, the little Pumpkaboo managed to dry his tears and hop a few inches out of Grimalkin’s shadow, inquisitive about the strange humans before him now that he didn’t take them as a threat.

In that time, the biker’s Vaporeon crawled beneath her fallen ride and righted it once more. Now, the aquatic creature was snuggled back in its basket, as if the crash and ensuing drama had never occurred. Since realizing his and Seelie’s attention was upon her, Atlantis raised her arms, displaying plainly how little injury she incurred. (Though, his Sylveon partner had already discerned as much during his impromptu check-up.)

"Wearing gloves and all, not so much injured, so I'm fine.”

Having never seen a bike until arriving in the present and having certainly never ridden one, Vasya was lost as to what the correlation between the two was. But regardless, he was glad Atlantis walked away from the crash in one piece.

“Oh, Excellent.” He nodded. “Given the commotion, I expected the two of you to be looking a touch more grisly. Even then, Seelie was fully prepared to cast a Wish or two if anyone was in need of it.”

"Everything that happened was really my fault though. I didn't mean to cause distress," Atlantis looked over to the nervous creature beside him.

“My, if only you could read his thoughts…” Vasya remarked. “Seelie’d be giving you quite the lecture. But there’s no sense in holding hard feelings after the fact. This little one’s priorities lie in making sure everyone is cared for, he’s merely happy nothing serious came of it.”

Out of the blue, a girl dressed in plainclothes and her hair done up in pigtails emerged from within the crowd and made her way towards them. The Espeon perched on her shoulder barely seemed to care however. She seemed content to be spoiled with the menagerie of heavenly smelling pastries her sugar mama purchased for the two to share.

Hands on hips, the fourteen year-old spoke plainly. “I don’t know what your beef with each other is, but Pokemon Trainers ought to take things to battle arenas. And this festival seems to hold a wide variety of events to compete in if ya’ll want to settle some sort of score.”

Vasya blinked flatly at that response. Did that girl really have the gall to lecture them without any knowledge of the situation at hand? Nonetheless, Naka commanded her Sceptile to back off and returned him despite his protests, Atlantis threatening to do the same to her stubborn Ceruledge. And the thought stopped there for Vasya. If the two actually involved in the crash took no issue with the comment, neither did he.

Once it was only the three of them again, the blonde turned to Atlantis, huffing as she explained. "I got injured a couple weeks ago, got a hairline fracture of my upper arm while in the Safari Zone, and was banged up pretty bad from a Tauros and a Mienshao. So he's a lot more aggressively protective since he couldn't be there to protect me, what with the rules of the Safari Zone going in there with no Pokemon and all. Also, he does grunt, he's just more worried for me, which is why it comes out in a whine."

So that explained the extensive collection of scars. Perhaps between that anecdote and arriving clad in gear designed for the outdoors and camouflaging within it, she worked with wild pokemon. Vasya’s mother had often been tasked with training their lady’s most unruly pokemon due to her powers of suggestion. But even she could never hold full power over them, and she bore the scratches, elemental burns, and bite marks to prove it. It was no wonder a woman without the magic to protect herself in those same situations made the two of them look unblemished.

“And who might you be? You seem... Fascinatingly different from the others I've met." She asked all of a sudden, turning to Vasya.

“One would think I’d blend for once at a festival as this… but you would be correct.” Vasya admitted. “You may refer to me as Vasya, and I happen to be a legally recognized faller. I entered this timeline about a year ago, from a timeline that is more or less the same save for a handful of historical differences. Really, it’s the massive shift in time period I still find myself adapting to. Quite a lot in the modern era is still beyond me, and I very well may never fully understand it. But words cannot express how happy I am that this day has no noblemen, no slavery, so many talented healers, and so many kind people. A year ago, I’d have never believed I’d taste this level of freedom within my lifetime.”

“Though, I’m sure that’s plenty about me. How may I address the two of you?”

Vasya realized a little too late that Atlantis had already sped off, a hastily scribbled phone number in her place. Now, she was nothing but a spot of jet-black in the crowd, the Ceruledge jogging after her leaving wispy embers in his wake. It was no wonder she’d barreled right into Naka if she was always rushing to and fro in such a hurry. That hustle and bustle was one facet of the modernman, (or in this case modernwoman) he’d perhaps never understand.

“Ah, I suppose I’ll have to catch up with her later.” He noted. “Hopefully we’ll meet again during the festival tournament. I’m sure Morgante, the Hisuian Zoroark who travels alongside Seelie and I, would love to test her mettle against a Ceruledge of that caliber.”
 
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Date: August 4, Thursday, 2022
Location: Loire de Fleuve Isle, Kalos
Interactions: Atlantis Eve Evermore, Vasily Molchalin
Mentions: N/A
THEKAZUHA_ANEMO THEKAZUHA_ANEMO Unknowinglegion Unknowinglegion
Pokémon Team:
Chu the Pichu
Tochi the Parasect
Aero the Aerodactyl
Silenus the Sceptile
Yuki the Froslass
Hattie the Hatterene

-Accessory Pokémon:
Brontis the Chikorita
Minnie the Mienshao

The Vaporeon had gotten the bike upright while there was a standoff between her teammate and Silenus, but thankfully that tense situation was handled. Vasya's care and consideration was rather touching. Not many people were like that nowadays. Though, she figured his Sylveon would be concerned, she didn't expect the thorough looking. She smiled, letting Sylveon see what he needed before focusing on Atlantis for the moment. She was able to feel the calming effect on her emotions from Seelie, which was an immediate change. She felt much better...

At least this girl was thankfully shameful but not so much so where she couldn't have fun with her Pokemon, thankfully diffusing anymore of whatever tension was here. However, Naka figured that the biker would bike on out of this section of the fair just as quickly as she bumped into Naka, so whatever shame she felt must have not felt too attitude-changing. That sort of attitude was common in young ones who did either crime or were too reckless to care beyond the present moment.

At least, that's from Naka's point of view. Stuff like this was highly anecdotal anyway.

She smiled as the biker sympathized with her injury. About team bonding though... She wasn't so sure where her Mienshao was with her, or her Tauros, so she just gave a sheepish grin and nodded anyway. A little white lie wouldn't hurt.

While she was busy listening to Vasya, she felt something slip between her arm and side, and she heard Atlantis's parting words. She smiled, chuckling as she shook her head and put away the note. "Ohhh, kids..."

And she was even biking away. Naka knew it.

Now that she had no other distractions, she noticed the barely disinterested stare from the Meowscarada and the sudden interest from the skittish Pumpkaboo. The little thing was so adorable, she couldn't help the sweet smile born from adoration she gave to the little pumpkin ghost.

It really did remind her of her Pichu...

But what Vasya had said to Atlantis when she was still here clued her in that Vasya was a telepath, unless she was reading too much into it.

When she had guessed correctly that he was different and he actually told her why, her eyes widened. Her blue eyes shone with excitement as she giggled. "Wow, that's amazing...! You're the third person I've met who've been displaced. There was Evelyn, who went back in time from the future to be here in the present, and then there's Theo, who came from a world with no Pokémon because he found some Unown." Realizing she just blurted it out, she chuckled sheepishly. "Eh... whoops, haha, I got a bit too excited. Anyway." She shook her head to restart.

"My name is Nakano Saito, a researcher and nature preservationist from Sinnoh." She bowed at her hip, hands at her sides. A common courtesy in the likes of the eastern regions. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Vasya. Please, just call me Naka." She then stood upright, smiling. "I'm glad this world has been kinder to you. If you have any questions, I can-..." She paused, blinking almost comically. "Uhm... I'm sorry, I got ahead of myself again. Do you have a phone or something where we can call and chat at some point later? I'm only gonna be here at the festival for today, but I sure don't want to just leave and not get your phone number. If the tournament is on television, I'll be sure to watch your match and root for you."

She got her phone out, getting ready to exchange contacts before leaving to find Ron before leaving Kalos.

 
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"So is it true that the dual event starts today?" the haunted sword spoke to the human with a tassel over their shoulder peacefully stabbed in a rock out by a nearby wood, "..Mhm.." the punk said under their breath while slowly nodding their head as the sword slipped out the rock with ease and twirled in the back of his sword holder case, "we should probably go home and get ready then vix!" the sword spoke out to them once more as they didn't say anything as they simply walk to their living quarters and sat on there bed. Checking their Rotom phone real fast before fly back into their pocket, slipping into their usual clothes as they put the necklace around your neck and clip the earring on there left ear before grabbing the phone out of the old pocket to put into the new one, "Now we just wait." they simply talk out loud and as they turn on the TV to keep themselves entertaining enough for the time being.

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✶ Yuna Amano
⟡ August 4th / River's Crown Medieval Festival, Kalos
Mentions: zinoath zinoath (Pascal)

Yuna felt a twinge of excitement as she took in the festival grounds. It had been so long since her own adventure that she had almost forgotten what had driven her to start her journey in the first place. Certainly, some childish desire to become the best Pokémon Trainer in Hoenn had been involved, but more interesting to her had been the unique history and customs in every corner of the region.

It's breathtaking, she thought. They've put so much care into celebrating their culture like this. The buildings look like they were plucked straight out of a storybook set in this era. People are even dressed to match the time period. At that thought, she pinched her longcoat, almost regretful of the fact that she didn't have a similar outfit.

Suddenly, a voice shook her out of her thoughts. "So, where to?" her young companion, Pascal, asked. They gestured towards the festival grounds.

The investigator forced the slight, giddy smile off of her face, schooling her expression to be neutral. "It may be better if we split up for the time being," she replied. "After all, I'm sure that there are things that you'd prefer to sign up for that I wouldn't, and vice versa."

With that, Yuna walked into the crowd, fully immersing herself into the atmosphere of the festival. Her Masquerain fluttered next to her, very obviously flapping its wings in Yuna's face.

Yuna sighed, brushing her partner off. "Rainy, the event's not for another few days. We need to train before then, or we'll be rusty for the actual thing." When the Masquerain settled down, seemingly appeased for now, Yuna, too, settled down, following the flow of the crowd to wherever it took her.
 






Vasily "Vasya" Molchalin

River's Crown Medieval Festival / August 4th











Mentions: Naka ( Merciless Medic Merciless Medic )

"Wow, that's amazing...! You're the third person I've met who've been displaced. There was Evelyn, who went back in time from the future to be here in the present, and then there's Theo, who came from a world with no Pokémon because he found some Unown."

Heavens that… was not the level of excitement Vasya had been anticipating. Sure. It was par for the course when his over-eager colleagues met a primary source from the time period they specialized in; within the flesh and before them as living legend. But most people either refused to believe him until he showed documented proof, or where the unenthused international police who’d dealt with the likes of dozens of fallers. But Vasya did suppose it was a welcome change from the former, and it was nice to feel as if he wasn’t the only faller. In his year in the modern day, Vasya had only met two other fallers: Kei and Atsuko, a pair of interpol agents who used their own experience to help him through his situation.

Though, the two of them were cavalier about their past at best, and at worst barely felt any different from the myriad non-faller modernmen Vasya encountered. They may have come from the same world as he had (albeit much further in the future), but he felt as if they’d come from a different world entirely. Though he supposed, not as vastly different as the two other fallers Naka was acquainted with. Vasya couldn’t fathom the thought of living in a future as vibrant and wonderful as the one he’d found himself within, yet making the choice to leave it all behind for any past. (No matter how much the festival stirred a latent nostalgia, or made him homesick for the few bright spots within the dark ages.) And a world without pokemon? What a depressing, empty place it must’ve been without Cottonee drifting along the winds, Litwick warming its graves, and grinning Purrloin padding side by side with their trainers.

“Eh... whoops, haha, I got a bit too excited. Anyway." Naka shook her head to restart.

“If I must be honest, I don’t terribly mind.” Vasya replied, displaying the rare ghost of a smile. “It’s a welcome change in comparison to my usual reactions. Especially to be reminded I’m not the only faller in this world.”

"My name is Nakano Saito, a researcher and nature preservationist from Sinnoh." She bowed at her hip, hands at her sides. A common courtesy in the likes of the eastern regions. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Vasya. Please, just call me Naka." She then stood upright, smiling. "I'm glad this world has been kinder to you.If you have any questions, I can-..."

“It’s a pleasure to meet you too, Naka.” He answered, mirroring her gesture just as he’d learnt thanks to Johtonian friends he’d once known in medieval Mistralton. “If my memory serves me correctly, are the nature preservationists of today akin to the druids of old? Albeit, harnessing modern knowledge to protect the natural domains of pokemon rather than religion or magic? Perhaps another time, when the sun is higher in the sky and you’ve more time on your hands, I wouldn’t mind asking a few questions relating to safehavens for pokemon.”

Vasya made the mental note himself to broach the topic of preservation later. He was nearing thirty, which was usually the most someone of his caste lived. It may have been a drop in the bucket for the modernman’s lifespan, but they also weren’t accustomed to contemplating death the way the people of his day were. Seeing as he had no partner and no living kin, Vasya fully intended to leave his land to his pokemon. And hopefully, convert it into a safehaven where they’d continue to live freely and without threat of being forcibly captured or displaced. Vasya had many opinions on the way some modernmen treated pokemon. Especially since modern pokeballs were far more accessible than they were in his day, and capable of capturing pokemon without their consent to boot. Perhaps if he were younger, he’d tackle the issues of pokemon ethics head on as he had once for issues of caste. But realistically, the most he could do now was assure the pokemon who’d granted him their trust were protected. Whether or not establishing a safehaven was within Naka’s wheelhouse (And Vasya knew very little of modern law or conservation), Vasya was confident she at least held the knowledge to point him in the right direction.

Naka paused, blinking almost comically. "Uhm... I'm sorry, I got ahead of myself again. Do you have a phone or something where we can call and chat at some point later? I'm only gonna be here at the festival for today, but I sure don't want to just leave and not get your phone number. If the tournament is on television, I'll be sure to watch your match and root for you."

“There’s no need to worry, you’re fine.” Vasya assured. “I do have a phone, though I’m hardly well versed in navigating most of its functions. That said, I do use it primarily to send and receive work calls, so I’ve no issues speaking with you later that way. Would you by chance be alright with entering and adding your phone number to mine instead? If I’m being honest, I’m a touch hazy on remembering how to do it myself, and if I did… let’s just say I’d be keeping you much longer than you’ve time today.”

In preparation, he telekinetically removed his phone from his cloak pocket. The Rotomless smart phone was ringed in a layer of cyan energy as he opened and authenticated it for Naka. When he was finished, he offered it over. Homescreen barren save for the basic utilities, its wallpaper was on full display. It was a very amatuer photo of Bluecap, his Chandelure, warmly-lit and fast asleep on an old armchair back at Vasya’s home cottage. The chandelier pokemon was draped partially in a handmade quilt that swallowed up the chair, covered in patches featuring smiling Litwick, candle-lit cottages, and gleaming golden stars. His button eyes were shut tight, caught so deep in his slumber that he’d even managed to blow a bubble of spectral energy from his stitched mouth.

Ah… so that was why modernmen bought televisions. Vasya’d been much too caught up in the joy of having light across both day and night to weave to his heart’s content, never considering the wonders of such an odd-looking device.

“That’s also very kind of you. I don’t expect to win the tournament, seeing as it’ll be my very first. It is enough for me to see where myself and my partners lie in terms of skill, and they are sure to enjoy the chance to fully exercise their power regardless.”
 
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Getting a notification on his phone that the event was delayed until tomorrow as he let out a light disappointed sigh as they softly mumbled out "..it got delayed.." with lzzy replying back with a similar disappointment "Oh..I will go back into my Pokeball and come out when it starts, I definitely want to watch it!" they reqest as Vixen carefully grab the luxury ball pressing the button so they could return back so they could be comfortably stored away, ending up deciding on to completely change out their team as he did only have them out for the event as they wanted their three long-time partners to watch along beside them, turning off the TV as a slipped out of bed and flop their feet on the floor. Wanting to move about as it would likely be best seeing how he was sitting for a while, closing his eyes and recoiling back as he always do when the daylight hits them what he would do every time as they couldn't help it, enjoying outside but not enjoying the Sun but tolerates says due to his eyes being used to be adjusted for the darkness where he usually hide about until decide he should probably go outside for a bit. Not having a destination in mind right now but he usually doesn't as he wondered about the streets and the squares paying mind to his surroundings, casually glancing around at all the spectaculars around him but didn't find himself going in awe at the site like most people, only finding this to be a common site when other side of you lives in razzle and dazzle for performance.

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Date: August 4, Thursday, 2022
Location: Loire de Fleuve Isle, Kalos
Interactions: Vasily Molchalin
Mentions: N/A
Unknowinglegion Unknowinglegion
Pokémon Team:
Chu the Pichu
Tochi the Parasect
Aero the Aerodactyl
Silenus the Sceptile
Yuki the Froslass
Hattie the Hatterene

-Accessory Pokémon:
Brontis the Chikorita
Minnie the Mienshao

Naka was actually surprised that Vasya didn't mind her excitement, even though she did feel like she was fumbling over herself as she spoke. It was nice to know Vasya also found some solace in her outburst, but she had meant to keep those thoughts a secret. Oh well, it wouldn't hurt if Vasya knew.

As Vasya mirrored her greeting bow and asked a couple of strange questions, her gaze shifted off to the side. Druids? This was definitely not some table-top RPG, but she couldn't even begin to fathom the idea that humans were more skilled in type energy usage in Vasya's era. If she let her imagination run wild, these people could probably terraform lands or help entire ecosystems grow. While they do have the technology to terraform lands and create artificial biomes, nature preservationists were about preserving what they had.

So, finally having collected her thoughts, she nodded. "We do have technology now to terraform lands and create man-made biomes, but I'm focusing on preserving what we have rather than making new lands." She then smiled. "I definitely don't mind answering questions."

The topics shifted once again. Naka was very thankful Vasya had his own phone, but he acted much in the way a boomer would, which was honestly a little amusing. But having his own phone and looking like he was somewhat comfortable in this life despite where and when he came from meant that he must've been here for months.

She nodded as he asked if she could add her number in, only for her gaze to fall wide-eyed as he just pulled his phone out of his pocket with his mind. Telekinesis was actually one of the more common abilities within the rare group of people with ESP abilities. In fact, telekinesis was usually the gateway to learning more complex psychic abilities if the person's mind was born with the ability to do so. However, most of these ESP abilities aren't as strong coming from a human than a Pokemon, and take longer to master than it does for a Pokemon. Still, she held an excited gaze that showed this ability wasn't exactly commonly seen by her.

When Naka received his phone and turned her body so he can see what she was doing on his phone, she immediately started cooing about the adorable Chandelure on his home screen. "Awwwwwwwww, he's so cuuuuuuute..." She then found his contacts and input her name and phone number. All the while mumbling: "... adorable sleepy Chandelure..."

She handed him back his phone as he spoke about her rooting for him. She smiled. "I can already tell your Meowscarada is exceptionally strong, probably almost as experienced as my Sceptile. If your Hisuian Zoroark is just as experienced as your talented feline performer here-" To be fair, Grimalkin did give off the vibe of a disinterested performer. "Then I'm pretty sure you'll get pretty far."

Yes, she was buttering up the Meowscarada, not only because the feline showed little interest being here and seemed bored, but also because she can see talent where it exists. The feline's lean, muscular body held quite the practiced poise while holding a disinterested expression. This made Naka think that the Meowscarada was probably experienced enough to find most mundane things boring.

While she was talking to Vasya, she had missed the soft beeping noise that was coming from her phone. It had apparently gone on for too long because one Pokemon suddenly left her Pokeball. She landed on Naka's shoulder - a diminutive Pichu who seemed quite small for her size and enlarged cheeks. Her Pichu was pointing at her phone at her hip.

Naka looked at her two Pokemon with some confusion before looking down at her hip and realizing it was going off. She gave a sheepish chuckle, pulling it out of her pocket and looking through it. "Huh, funky..." She shook her head. "Thanks, Chu. Must've not realized it was going off."

As Naka checked her phone, her Pichu waved her hand at the adorable Pumpkaboo, her tail wagging and ears twitching.

Naka chuckled, putting her phone away once she realized what was going on. "Sorry about that, something came up from a place I'm monitoring in Johto. It was a joy to get to meet you, Vasya." She then sighed a bit dramatically. "But alas, duty calls. Don't hesitate to call when you need it or want a question answered. Talk to you later, Vasya. またね~ (Mata Ne~)." She spoke in her native tongue, saying 'see you later' using casual words used for friends, family, and peers.

Once they exchanged goodbyes, parting words, and when Vasya didn't need anything else from Naka, she left the Kalos festival, going back the way she came.

 
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River's Valley Medieval Festival
Day 2 — August 5th, Friday


Hark, good gentles of the River’s Crown! On this most noble morn, the Fields of Valor shall sing with the ring of steel and quail beneath the thunderous crowd. The second day of our grand festival brings forth a time-honored trial: the Rite of Single Combat, where aspiring knights don helm and mail to prove their worth in chivalric duel!
In the sacred circle of combat, two shall meet—metal against metal, mettle against mettle—beneath the approving gaze of the Court and the watchful eye of the Saints. Though the clash be fierce and the contest bold, fear not, for wise wardens and skilled chirurgeons stand ready to guard life and limb.
So rise, ye gallant challengers! Let not thy courage wane nor thy arm falter. For though the prize be honor and not blood, this field remembers every name spoken in valor!
Sound the horns! Loose the banners! Let the duels commence!

We beseech these noble knights to report to the armaments tent for outfitting:

  1. Dame Olympia
  2. Sir Apollo
  3. Dame Iris
  4. Dame Atlantisa
  5. Dame Zelda
  6. Dame Sybil




 
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August 5th, The River's Crown Medieval Festival, Kalos.

It was a bad morning and the night before had been even worse. But, Azumi was hoping to turn things around at the festival. It wasn't the best idea to be there, she might run into him again, but she had decided that if fate gave her another chance to talk to him, she would take it. Also, she wanted to make it up to Monty, the night had ended in such a sour note, the last thing she wanted was losing a relationship she had barely started to build. Hoping to make it a good day, she had signed up for today's event.

Azumi walked with her trusty Meowscarada, Lily. While they waited for their partner in crime, Monty, they strolled through the area, especially the art exhibit she didn't get to enjoy much. There was some new things, nothing she was too interested in, but she might as well gave the gallery a second chance. Azumi had also decided to dress for the occassion, she wasn't one to dress up normally, but it did say on her socializing for dummies book, that participating in such things improved the mood around her. The corset was a bit tight though.

The blonde Kalosian woman stood in front of a painting of what was ancient Kalos. She placed her hands behind her back and tilted her head to the side. Her mind drifting if things were easier back than. The yawn from her feline partner made her smile, but it wasn't as simple as it usually was. "Just wait a while." She told the green cat. Lily just gave her a playful smile and continued to pose like her trainer while looking at the painting she had zero interest in.


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Once done with their short walk as they went home and went to bed right after, Vixen was already at the event area chilling while enjoying the peace and quiet before it became crowded and noisy, not that he was used to it of crowds and noise but he wanted to take a little bit of the advantage here, letting out his Pokémon to play while giving very closely on them so they wouldn't break anything or anything along those lines because he wasn't looking forward pay a fine for damaged property even if his Pokemon were usually well tame.

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The Ivysaur out while having a more than confused expression as they traveled around new places all the time but this one definitely felt different, this place invoking a more stronger and unique vibe to it and response, cautiously looking around with bewilderment constantly having the same puzzle look on their face.

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The Croconaw also let out a worry groan under their breath while wandering behind Ivysaur having the same demeanor.

Vixen having the most close eye on them to make sure they didn't wander too far and then he would have to go frantically look for them and corral them to the same spot they were near, with Izzy as usual laying dormant peacefully in the sword case.

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Hakusan
if happy little bluebirds fly

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"No worries, I'll be fine! Besides, what could go wrong?" Hakusan's phone beeps after a short phone call, or rather, check in, from the gray haired kid he's supposed to be supervising in the festival. A worryful sigh accompanied with a side glance to the Mawile curiously awaiting his response below him about Apollo. "Don't worry, things are going well with him," he sighed, rubbing his temple while kneeling down to meet eye to eye with Mawile, "I just hope Apollo goes about the tournament safely." A joyful nod accompanied Mawile as it pumped it's arm into the air, earning an amused smile to sneak onto Hakusan's face. "Well, I guess it's time to see the exhibit I came here for," Hakusan gestured forward, standing back up as he guides his pokemon around the streets.

Hakusan could only judge and analysis the artwork when entering the exhibit. An artist's eye could easily spot inaccurate autonomy and imbalanced compositions in one art piece, as Hakusan did several times, often by instinct, wandering around the art exhibit. Mawile, who didn't understand the art terms mumbled out of Hakusan's mouth could only faze out and look at the other stuff hanging around the area.

Stepping into the gallery which paintings hanged from the walls that sparked Hakusan's curiosity, Hakusan allowed his legs to go autopilot after Mawile quickly caught up with him. Looking around, Hakusan's eyes met with a giant, historical painting. "Wow, amazing..." he announced his though out loud, pacing towards the painting until he's at a reasonable distance between the painting. Staring at the painting a few moments, Hakusan snapped out of a trance when he felt a concerned Mawile tugging on his pants. Hakusan took his hands to pick the pokemon up the ground before he felt another person's presence beside him. "Oh, hello there," he greeted, turning his head towards her direction, "I can move if you're uncomfortable."
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Olympia + Cheri (NPC) + Squire (NPC)
Loire De Fleuve Isle, Kalos ​

Aug 5th, Armaments Tent
“And that’s why you shouldn’t run off so rudely! Do you have any idea how embarrassed I was...?”

And so, the lecture went on and on as Olympia and her mother made their way to the armaments tent where the pigtailed girl would be suited up and geared for the first event she’d signed up for. The River Crown’s Duels. Excitement lit her eyes and added a spring to her steps as she thought of the battle to come; It didn’t appear to be a pokemon battle. Rather, it seemed to be an actual duel between actual people. Were pokemon even allowed? Olympia was fine either way, since she welcomed the chance to match her fists against other Trainers (and even non-Trainers if it came down to it), but it seemed strange to her that an event created through a partnership with the Anistar City Gym wouldn’t involve pokemon in some manner.

A knightly showing of ancient standoffs without pokemon, perhaps?

Either way, Olympia intended to win.

As they approached the tent, Cheri pulled her into another hug. “Stay safe. I’ll be watching and cheering from the stands~”

Olympia repressed the urge to shudder; Her mother could get quite vocal—to an embarrassing degree—when she wanted.

Lifting the flap, Olympia ducked into the tent before her mother could get another word in. Blue, fascinated eyes roamed the array of various weapons and armor that looked as if it could be found in Kalosian medieval times. Swords. Shields. Maces. Staves. Various pieces of armors. As she wandered down the row of armaments, Olympia picked out the pieces she liked quickly and decisively. She knew her favorite color, after all. Perhaps a more experienced knight might take their time testing/checking their armor and whatnot, but Olympia wasn’t a knight. If anything, she was more a ninja (in training). Therefore, so long as the armor wasn’t heavy enough to impede her movement, it was good enough for her.

“Doth thou needst any assistance in putting on thy armor, Noble Knight?” An assistant dressed like a squire inquired in a bored manner.

“Nah,” Olympia answered amusedly, confident that she could figure it out. “But I’m looking for a helmet that matches this set. Something intimidating in appearance and hides my identity, if you please.”

The squired nodded before leading her to a more obscure section of the armors and picking a black helmet, with what looked to be curved horns, from among them.

Olympia’s eyes brightened. “Perfect~”

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Taking the helmet, armor pieces, and a cool-looking battle-ax she’d found on one of the racks, the 14-year-old disappeared into one of the fitting rooms. By the time she re-emerged, she looked completely different. Donned in black armor with her hair hidden beneath a horned helmet and platformed greaves giving her an extra 4 inches. Even her voice seemed to be modulated due to the helmet. “By the way, I’d rather not use my real name in these events.” Olympia decided she wanted to wear her current armor for all the events she’d signed up for, lest any of her rivals were watching. Keeping her identity hidden while she participated in festival events would make things less of a hassle later. Plus, it seemed fun. With any luck, her mother wouldn’t recognize her either and just assume she’d ditched the competitions. “Can I use a stage name—the Black Knight? Is that possible?”

Better than Dame Olympia. If she was going to be playing the part of a knight, Olympia wanted, at the very least, to be called Sir Olympia. Medieval sexism was annoying.

“I shall inform the Herald,” the squire replied noncommittally before departing.

The Black Knight watched him go, then turned to give the large battle ax in her armored hand a couple of test swings. Not bad. The armor was noticeably heavier than she was used to, but she didn't work out for nothing. It would also protect her from various pokemon elemental, physical, and psychic attacks...supposedly. Perhaps she ought to let her pokemon out to test that claim. Let them witness their Trainer in actual combat as well—a rare treat for pokemon as they were the ones that tended to the fighting in arenas. Then again, it wasn’t as if her pokemon hadn’t seen her spar before. Delibird hadn't yet returned with the package either.

“That Bird-Brain better not be wandering again,” The Black Knight murmured, idly twirling the battle ax in her hand while she waited for the fun to begin. Her mind returned to events of yesterday, namely her outing with Aurelio’s espeon—the very same Aurelio that apparently had lunch with her mother—and she couldn’t help wondering which event the fancy blonde had signed up for. Pokemon didn’t tend to lie, after all. And Genevieve, as an individual pokemon, seemed very straightforward—especially when it came to her wants. Hopefully the espeon had managed to return to her Trainer safely.

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August 5th, The River's Crown Medieval Festival, Kalos.

Whenever you're out at sea, navigating, moving towards through the endless sea, you know eventually you're going to reach that destination. Despite it not being visible, you know very well at the end that it's out there. During your journey though, there might a storm. A natural situation that can throw you out of your path, torment you, put your very own life in danger. At such event you lose sight of the path you're sailing on and you question if you are going to meet your fate then and there. That was the moment Azumi's mind was trapped in.

The painting meant almost nothing to her, she didn't care about it. It was nothing new, old Kalos. Life was probably more miserable in those times. A sigh escaped her lips, she wasn't one to think that way. Before she decided to move on, however, a voice snapped her out of her thoughts. She turned to notice a man in a casual outfit, really casualy, with a Mawile in his arms. She couldn't hold back a smile at the site of the yellowish metallic fairy, a Pokemon Azumi always found adorable.

"Not at all." Azumi took the time to look beyond him and see if her partner had arrived, but nothing yet. "Are you a fan?" She looked back at the painting. "I personally think this year the art is not as exciting as the year before, the new pieces don't hold up much and the good ones are repeats from last year. I do wonder though, how happy could one be back then? It was all around an awful place."

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Money: 84,750
Bag:
x10 Great Ball
X5 Pokeballs
x4 Super Potion
X2 Revives
X2 Paralyze Heal
X2 Antidote
X1 Burn Heal
X1 Ice Heal







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August 5th
Iris Aster Monroe
River's Crown Medieval Festival
Loire de Fleuve Isle
The day had flown by with ease, Iris' conversation with both Zelda and Indigo causing her to forget the time and making her near late for an important event. Or, in other words, just a salon so she could prettify herself and feel good about the next morning. Her Hatterene, Cupid, was out and about, ready to accompany her while she made way for the tent the performer was expected to be at. The River's Crown Duels sure did have a lot of spice to the name, but fighting...she needed to toughen up, but when she complained about it aloud, she didn't mean literally. Even so, as she ducked just underneath the flap of the armory room, her eyes glittered with surprise. Weapons shined, waiting to be taken and put into battle.

There was someone already there, though Iris couldn't decipher who it was. A black knight, but an eerie aura came from them as well. She shuddered; kind of creepy when you make the picture for a nightmare, huh? It was all good when a voice came from below that helmet, however, yet very distorted. I'll find out the name some time around. Her thoughts didn't stand still for too long, because her pink and blue Pokémon was already dragging herself around, trying to see the kinds of swords that would fit her trainer. "Hey, hey, I can pick for myself too you know."

Iris gave a look, but Cupid returned it with an amused expression, and instead continued. With the Hatterene's hair clattering against the metal pieces, each noise reverberated with a different sound. She didn't know exactly what her partner was doing at a time like this, but when the creature lifted a light-weighing breast plate and tossed it over to her, she understood the problem. Each item all around would have a different value, and with that in mind, Cupid was tapping on everything to hear the noise everything made so that the one with best quality would outshine the rest. "Okay, fine, you do your work of dressing me, miss." She rolled her eyes lightly, waving a hand at a nearby soldier who offered to help.

At the soonest of five more minutes was Iris already ready with her supplies, and then whisked to the changing room. After stuffing her body inside the full set, she tied up her hair so that it stuck out of her helmet like some sort of plume. The armor on the eighteen-year old ran by with blue as well, which was cloth that overlapped the underneath of her arms and skirt/hip section. The head part was slanted, not rounded, but still gave the same presence for a knight anyways. Her Hatterene was pleased, twirling around her to inspect everything before picking up a dao.

She took it, tossing it from one hand to another to test it out. "I think it fits perfectly." Iris hummed to herself, before stepping out of the private area. All that was left was for the rest of the participants to report by. Unlike the person she saw wearing medieval plates on themselves, her face remained uncovered. But subconsciously she decided to put a light veil to cover her nose and mouth.

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August 5th
Sybil Antonova
River's Crown Medieval Festival
Loire de Fleuve Isle
From just looking at what events the festival hosted alone, Sybil knew wasting her time around here would at least give her entertainment. She didn't wish to participate in many, but the ones the included fighting? Well, that peaked her interest. Though, she certainly didn't expect her Pokémon to be as excited as they were. Several chirps and murmurs echoed from even the quietest of her team, like the black-haired girl didn't take them on 'adventures' almost every other day. "You all make me feel like I deprive you of fun!" They'd shoot her a glance, batting eye lashes if they ever could grow some on their lids, and she'd feel a bit guilt-tripped. "Enjoy this while you have it then."

That small sigh rang through her mind now, as Sybil walked with her Armarouge besides her. The streets was less crowded then the days before, but that didn't save her from her shoes being stepped on. The fire-type, also known as Jinx, was peering up at the sky mostly; enjoying the moments whenever his trainer was fine with social activity. The two of them were on their way for some sort of armory, as it was called, and she decided to bring along her own little 'knight' to fit in. Jinx didn't take offense, but pretended to hesitate at the opportunity.

Now entering a tent, one that held a billboard besides it to say it was for the River's Crown Duels, Sybil licked her lips in partial amazement. "Good golly, this might as well be the first jackpot I hit since getting to Kalos. Look here at all the things to choose from," She let out a low whistle and Jinx just crossed his arms. Maybe the young sire just wished for the best for his trainer, and nothing more. The idol turned, looking over to a medieval-fitted person that was idly waiting to help around. "Is there anything that would do just fine without a helmet?" Her Armarogue merely gave her a frown, and she shrugged. "What? The helmet might ruin my awareness. Plus, letting my enemies know who I am when they're scared sounds nice."

Jinx shifted, motioning with his red-fisted limbs like he was heavily confused. Sybil facepalmed. "Oh jeez, you think I'm sadistic now, don't you? That's not exactly what I meant, don't take it seriously." She said, before shooing away the staff member who held her order. They gave a small nod, looking around the rows and rows of neatly assorted blades and metal, before pausing at a simple armor set. It was doused in gold designs that swirled on the chest part, and the arm bands held reddish accents. "Seems like we can match." She took it from the other, and Jinx was appreciative over what Sybil got in return. "But now we need something for better defense. Let's take a look here..."

Sybil was almost in her own world now, probably because making her own battle equipment kind of brought out the child in her. She plucked out a smaller shield, though it wouldn't be carried when she'd be using it. Jinx's hand nudged a few star-shaped weapons, and with a few seconds of thinking, she hid them under the belt of the armor still in her hands. After deciding on just a two swords, "Oh yes, the more the things to attack with, the better, right?", the Armarogue pushed her into the changing room. Sybil first had decided to shift the shield over to the arm part of the armor, so that whenever she lifted her limb, she'd get free protection without needing to loose energy from holding it.

When she was done with trying to criticize herself in the mirror, she pointed a blade at Jinx. "So, how are we thinking?" He first tapped his foot, like he was questioning her choices, before giving a confirming nod. Sybil let out an exhale. "Good, then I'm ready."

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  • Tap. Tap. Tap-tap-tap.
    Jittering boots hammered a frantic tempo against the tarp flooring. Esther’s frustration mounted, the music raced: quavers, semi-quavers, demi-semi-quavers! Tent flaps fluttered and her eyes snapped over to the latest emergent: a man dressed in white, gold-trimmed robes. A silver Rosario marked him as a man of the cloth—or at least, that was his fit for the Medieval Festival.
    Esther couldn’t say she approve of all that white—not in these dust-laden streets—but she stared daggers all the same, eyes green with envy.
    Some people have it so easy!

    Esther had arrived in Kalos late last night—far too late secure a room in any of the nearby and already overcrowded hotels. Left with little choice, she’d found a nice patch of forest, an alcove veiled by a thick tree line and set-up camp. But that wasn’t why she was unhappy. She loved camping! She was a proud owner of a hammock! Uneven terrain, jagged sticks and stones, rocks in her sleeping bag? No sire! She’d slept like a baby, sweet as a lullaby.
    The real reason Esther was frustrated was time! She was running out of it! One-day late and with an upcoming Contest that would cut her remaining days short, the Oblivian was excited to make the most of her first Renaissance Fair. The problem was—
    ”I can’t bloody choose!!!”

    The girl slumped, defeated.
    Cursed be nine generations of whoever had so deviously placed the costume tent in her path! Now that she’d perused its palatial offerings: royal robes flushed red; gambesons garbed in heraldic patterns; capes embroidered with finery and trimmed with—what fur was that…Furfrou? BAH! How could she possibly roam the fair in anything less than their finest? And how ever would she decide on a single garb that truly was the finest of them all?
    It was an impossible task, but if she didn’t solve it soon, she’d surely waste the day away. Already she’d agonized for ten, fifteen, then twenty minutes. No closer to a decision than when she’d walked in. To his strongest soldiers, Arceus gave his hardest battles, but this one had Esther pulling at her hair and—that was the real problem, wasn’t it? Like fire and ash, a deep scarlet burned at the tips of her dark locks and, for as much as Esther loved her look, it had come back to bite her. There was only so much that went with fire and brimstone. And yet, it wasn’t like the costume tent lacked options but…just one?
    No.
    For too long she’d bummed it out on the road, her wardrobe limited by the size of her backpack and the burden of trifles like food and pokeballs. For the last few months, she’d made do, soldiering through a grueling four-outfit rotation. FOUR! FOR MONTHS!!
    But here? No. Enough! How many days did she have? Five or Six? She could work with five. Giratina be damned if she wasn’t going to wear a new fit Every. Single. Day!
    The Festival Committee’s Itinerary was clear: today, knights would duel and the best accompaniment to a Knight was a Lady! Esther flipped through the costume catalog she’d dog-eared earlier—fwip, fwip, fwip, skimming past peasant smocks and merchant tunics until—there! A beautiful gown with a fire that matched her hair, black and red and from the looks of it, velvety smooth. Black elbow length gloves, ruby earrings and a cute little necklace completed the package.
    Needs a little something…

    Without another thought, she marched to the attendant and present her selection.
    “Oh, excellent taste! Head to the fitting area in back—they’ll get you measured and sewn in.” The attendant winked. “Try not to duel anyone in that, yeah? Silk doesn’t hold up to broadswords.”
    Outfit Day 1



    August 5th, Friday – 8:15 A.M.




 
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