[center][color=lightsteelblue][h3]Cillian Weiss[/h3][/color][/center]

[color=lightsteelblue]”Feyhollow—the town towards the south of Central,”[/color] Cillian said, raising an eyebrow when Damian expressed confusion. Perhaps the town was too small and isolated for most big city residents to notice? But, as Cillian had discovered in his research, it was the vaguest, most outlying towns that were most often home to rarer species of Pokemon. In the case of Feyhollow, that meant fairy Pokemon, but the reported sightings of the rock and ground type Pokemon in the towns nearby caves was not to be discounted, nor was the presence of the ever-present poison types that had mysteriously decided to boycott the forests around Central City. Cillian wasn’t looking forward to getting chased by Beedrill  this time around, but the prospect of a cave Pokemon was hard to resist. Who knew what was hiding in those caves that seemingly stretched for miles into the mountain?

Cillian was jolted from his thoughts when he realized that Damian was already on his way out of the city. The boy was going in the right direction, so Cillian jogged to catch up. [i]Never been to Feyhollow, huh? More like been but not willing to tell me. How’d he figure out which way was south so quickly?[/i] Cillian thought, frowning as his Pokedex confirmed that the pair of trainers were indeed heading south. [i]Intuition?[/i] Cillian thought dubiously before shaking his head. It wouldn’t do to question Damian’s familiarity with the local area since it’d already been established that Cillian was the tourist. [i]It’s a good upgrade from boring ol’ home sweet home though,[/i] Cillian mused, looking down at his two Pokemon that walked beside him. [i]A very good upgrade.[/i]

[color=lightsteelblue]”So,”[/color] Cillian started as the two trainers stepped off pavement and onto dirt road, [color=lightsteelblue]”what’s your story? I’m just starting my journey since I graduated from high school earlier this year.”[/color]

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[center][color=indianred][h3]Shanae Eller[/h3][/color][/center]

Shanae smothered a hiccup with her hand as she exited the cafe, one eye on her Aron and the other on her Trapinch. Sometime during the meal Dius—her Trapinch—had done something to offend Turris—her Aron. Since her Pokemon couldn’t speak, she had no way of knowing exactly what he’d done, but Shanae had a sneaking suspicion that Dius had stolen some of Turris’ specially-ordered Poffin. The Aron was quite picky and, Shanae had to admit, quite pampered. 

[color=indianred]”Alright you two, break it up,”[/color] Shanae said, squeezing between the two Pokemon before the Aron could freeze the Trapinch with another icy glare. [color=indianred]”Seriously, eating is supposed to be a happy matter. Don’t you agree, Tori?”[/color] the trainer said, appeasing to her Igglypuff Amatorius. The Igglypuff looked nonplussed for a moment, hopelessly caught between two of his stronger teammates’ glares. 

Seeing the pink Pokemon’s plight, Shanae scooped him up and cradled him like the circular balloon-shaped baby he was. [color=indianred]”There there Tori. We can’t have both Dius and Turris bullying you at once—they’d make rocks quiver. One day, at least,”[/color] Shanae added, grinning at her adorable Pokemon. Her Houndour, Ebon, snorted quietly, no doubt muttering to himself about how ridiculous his trainer was acting, but Shanae didn’t bother addressing that. As her first Pokemon, the stiff puppy could think whatever he wanted, but Shanae knew that he adored her at the end. And she, him.

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