[quote=@Nightmare Bunny]
[center][color=82ca9d][h1][u][b]Ivy Aspen[/b][/u][/h1][/color]
[h2]“Campsite, Sweet Campsite”[/h2][/center]

[color=662d91]“Er, sorry. You just really don’t look like you’re sixteen,”[/color] said Little Miss Purple Hair.[color=662d91] “Abigail Blanchett… from Olivine, mostly.”[/color]

Arceus almighty, couldn’t this girl take a hint and just… drop it?

But it would do no good to insult her travelling companion, so Ivy sighed once more to herself, deeply this time, and forced herself to think of all the sweets she could make once she got to the nearest Pokemon center.

Maybe a nice, simple Opera gateau?  Delicate almond sponge, soaked in rich coffee syrup and sandwiched between smooth layers of ganache… it sounded like heaven. Or perhaps she could whip up a platter of choux à la crème, each one piped full with thick custard and dusted with icing sugar?

Even the thought of baking was enough to make her feel better. That was probably the worst part of her parents kicking her out of the house — baking in the wilderness seemed nigh impossible. And how was she going to achieve her dream of becoming Johto’s best patisserie if she couldn’t even get in any practice?

[color=662d91]“…because I won’t come looking for ya.”
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Ivy blinked. The little Nidoran was waving one tiny purple paw at her, and its trainer was still talking. Well, she’d missed more than half of what Abigail had said. Oh well.

She followed the other girl dutifully, staring at the ground and watching the leaves crumble into dust beneath her sneakers. Tesla padded by her side, emanating a strangely malicious aura. 

Abigail’s Nidoran didn’t seem to care much, though — it was bouncing close by Ivy’s Mareep, and seemed to be… poking him every so often? Even as Ivy watched in fascination, Tesla snarled in irritation, static electricity crackling off his coat.

When she thought about it, well… it  was a little strange, really. 

She’d never had a Pokemon of her own before, but her parents’ Pokemon had never seemed nearly as angry as Tesla did. She’d figured that his temper was due to him being a new Pokemon, but… Abigail’s Nidoran seemed perfectly friendly. Maybe a little too friendly, actually.

Well, there was nothing she could do about it, and since Tesla obeyed her, it didn’t seem like it would be much of an issue. Ivy shrugged to herself, and resolved not to think about unnecessary things anymore.

[color=662d91]"Well, uh here we are. Seems like everyone else is off at the moment, though." [/color]Abigail said. Ivy’s head shot up — they had arrived, apparently. 

[color=662d91]"So...make yourself...comfortable I guess? I dunno. I'm gonna get some food though, so do whatever you want."
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Abigail wandered off. That was fine - honestly, Ivy preferred silence.

[color=82ca9d]“Okay,” [/color]Ivy mumbled, to the purple-haired girl’s retreating back. She had a foldable tent in her bag, so she busied herself for a few minutes by setting it up. Unfortunately, it wasn’t a particularly difficult task, and soon she found herself with nothing to do.

At least there was a conveniently placed rock in the center of the clearing. She sat on it, and quickly realized that she had very little to do. Was there even anyone else here? She hadn’t seen anyone yet.

Well, when all else fails… eat! She rifled through her bag: out came her trusty spork and exactly one slice of Pecha berry pie, freshly baked as of that morning and sealed in a Tupperware container.

[color=82ca9d]“Tesla,”[/color] she said lifelessly. [color=82ca9d]“Come here.”[/color]

The Mareep leapt into her lap, and she ruffled his fur gently, giving him a rare smile. She fed him a spoonful of pie carefully. She wasn’t big on Pokemon, and this whole journey seemed like a waste of time, but… she didn’t mind having Tesla around. He was pretty cute, after all.

Even if he did seem a little bit evil.

And if that Onix came back… at least [i]her[/i] Pokemon would be well-fed.

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