[center][color=gray][h3]Leisy Takigawa[/h3][/color]
Feyhollow Town[/center]
Leisy volunteered to go with Vivian to the Pokemart even though she didn’t need anything at the moment. Before leaving, she returned Bidein into his Pokeball, scratching the drowsy Fletchling under the chin briefly before he turned in for the night. 


Vivian’s amusement reminded her of herself on the first day—starry-eyed and awestruck as she took in the entirety of the store. Suddenly it dawned on her that much of the basics of being a trainer—catching her first Pokemon, purchasing her first item with her first trainer points, and joining her first organization—were now in the past, and Leisy could no longer call herself a “new trainer” with all its merit, although she was still of beginner rank. Of course, since she was only on her third day, the words still held some merit when conversing with those newer than her, but those trainers numbered few and wide if statistics were to be adhered to.


[color=gray]“Oh, I’m in the Helping Hands Guild too!”[/color] Leisy remarked when she saw Vivian signing up for said organization. [color=gray]“It’s really nice, although I haven’t met anyone in the organization yet. I’m hoping to soon though, and hopefully I’ll come across a few sometime. Of course, you’d be the first if you join,”[/color] Leisy laughed, excited that she was witnessing someone join the guild.


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


Shanae practically moaned as she inhaled her cup of water from the vending machine on the first floor. “Mrs. Eller, are you alright?” the usher manning the elevator asked. Shanae straightened up and flashed him a grin. 


[color=indianred]“Just bubbly,”[/color] she joked, trying to cover up for the fact that she was probably a little out of the loop as to what was “in” and “out” these days. [color=indianred]“But really, Shanae is fine. Or, if you must, Ms. Eller. I’m not [i]that[/i] old yet,”[/color] she told the man, waving a cheerful goodbye. [color=indianred]“See you later, Mark!”[/color]


“Have a good vacation Mrs—Ms. Eller!” the man called after her. Shanae laughed lightly as she made her way to the station. Ebon was close on her heels, eyes darting left and right as he took in his surroundings carefully. 


[color=indianred]“Calm down, Ebon,”[/color] Shanae laughed as she bought the tickets for the Magnet Train. Once a lone-standing corporation, the Magnet Train had long since been bought into the Poke Corp’s aura of influence and is now one of the region’s main forms of transportation. Stretching around the region to hit all the major cities and landmarks, the train was trainer's’ main form of transportation if they didn’t yet have a Pokemon that could fly them places. 


Shanae fell under this category of “beginner” trainers, although unabashedly so. Training had never been her main pursuance in life, but it ranked at number two so she wasn’t about to let herself fall too much behind. Besides, the guild needed a stronger leader—one that wasn’t a pushover in battle and could stand her ground. While she didn’t see herself becoming a master rank trainer, expert rank was definitely her minimum goal even if she did still have a long way to go.


“All aboard to the North,” the intercom said, listing the locations. A grin spread over Shanae’s mouth as she heard “Atana Mountain Range.”


[color=indianred]“C’mon, Ebon,”[/color] Shanae said, shooting up from her seat. [color=indianred]“This is our ride.”[/color]


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// Leisy (HHG): +1TP
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