[quote=@Nightmare Bunny]
[center][color=82ca9d][h1][u][b]Ivy Aspen[/b][/u][/h1][/color]
[h2]“A Date With Destiny”[/h2][/center]

A sound from the bushes. A rustling sound. Ivy froze, memories of the rampaging Onix still fresh in her mind.

With one hand on her Pokeball, she turned... and immediately got a face full of spider Pokemon.

She froze, accidentally dropping the Pokeball, and Lord Tesla burst out of his prison in a flash of red light.

The Spinarak squirmed on her face, its six legs twitching. And then, abruptly, it stopped moving, hypnotized by the sweet smell of baked goods that clung to its host. It paused for a moment, and then began to chew on Ivy’s cheek.

It took Ivy a second to process what was going on. First — there was a spider trying to make a meal out of her face. Next — there was a Pokemon at her feet, and it had started licking her stockings.

Finally, although it was difficult to tell with a Spinarak obstructing her view… there was a person in front of her. Another trainer, probably.

Well, first things first. With a muffled sigh, she plucked the Spinarak off her face to examine it. It looked fairly bashed up already, but not particularly hostile: perhaps it had been lulled into a sense of complacency by the smell of her hair?

Regardless, she dropped the irritating creature on the ground with a sigh. Lord Tesla, who seemed irritated by his abrupt entrance, snarled furiously and sent a jolt of electricity at the insect Pokemon. It squeaked in terror and fled into the bushes.

With the target of its ire gone, Tesla turned on the nearest convenient target: the Pokemon at Ivy’s feet. It was a Nidoran, Ivy noticed detachedly. The Mareep growled threateningly and pawed at the ground.

Things were just… not working out well for Ivy Aspen today, but at least it hadn’t been an Onix.

[color=82ca9d]“Tesla,”[/color] she said, unable to muster up the energy to speak in anything other than a monotone. [color=82ca9d]“It’s fine. Come here.”[/color]

She reached down and scooped up her crackling Mareep, wincing at the static shock. The Nidoran was still on her leg, so she raised it up and shook it off gently.

With the immediate problems settled, the only thing left to deal with was… the trainer. It was a tall girl, much taller than Ivy herself, with long purple hair and bright green eyes. 

She looked… haughty. The Nidoran probably belonged to her — they weren’t particularly common on Route 29.

[color=82ca9d]“You should collect your Pokemon,”[/color] said Ivy tonelessly. [color=82ca9d]“The Nidoran’s yours, right? If you’re a trainer. I didn’t see you with the others, before we got separated by the Onix.”[/color]

She shrugged, and gave her Mareep a slow stroke. Lord Tesla baa-ed softly, and then gave the newcomer a venomous look. 

To be completely honest, Ivy couldn’t blame him. There was something about this new girl that… ticked her off.

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