[center][color=gray][h3]Leisy Takigawa[/h3][/color]— Stillwater —[/center]
A quick trip through town landed the trainer duo some port staples as most of the lunchtimes vendors were either starting to clean up or had already done so. Leisy had fetched her Fletchinder a small carton of fresh sardines — which the bird Pokemon inhaled happily — and herself a take-out box of rice topped with some fried veggies, most likely from one of the village’s small farms or such. The duo paused at the outskirts of the town to quickly polish off their food — both being ravenous after their day-long fast — before starting off towards Feyhollow at a brisk pace.

[color=gray]“I wonder if Vivian’s doing well,”[/color] Leisy said, focusing on her pacing feet. Her confidence in her own abilities had seen a boost after she’d learned that she’d managed to complete the mission involving Darkrai, but at the same time she’d been doubtful. Darkrai hadn’t been looking to hurt the trainers — he’d merely wanted someone to entertain him. A plaything. And he’d gotten that, in a way, so he’d left. There had been no test of her skill as a trainer, no test of her improvement. Only of her personal willpower.

[i]I suppose that will have to be enough for now,[/i] she thought, glancing at the Fletchinder squeezed on her shoulder. Bidein’s new weight — although heavier than before — was becoming familiar now, as was bracing herself before he landed. Keeping in mind that, one day, her lovable, not-so-little Fletchinder would grow into a full-sized raptor, Leisy wanted to treasure every moment she could that involved Bidein’s current size. [i]Let me baby you for a bit more,[/i] she thought, reaching over and bopping the bird Pokemon on the beak to get its attention. Successfully gaining it, she earned a light nip at her hair in return before the fire types eyes refocused on the woods, the sharpest pair of eyes in the group keeping steady vigil.

A little over two hours into their trek, Leisy called for a water break, and the pair of trainers found a nice little clearing with some logs. Taking a seat on one of the fallen trees, Leisy pulled out her water bottle and began to unscrew it when she noticed a funny orange object next to one of the logs.

[color=gray]“Huh. Is that… a pumpkin?”[/color] she asked, standing. Getting Ella’s attention, the two trainers approached the oddly-placed vegetable.

[hr][hider=Leisy’s Pokedex]
[b]Rank: [/b]Skilled
[b]Organization: [/b]Helping Hand Guild

[b]TP:[/b] 163 +1 +1(HHG bonus) = 165

[b]Inventory:[/b][list][*]Pokeball x 3
[*]Greatball x 2
[*]Rare Candy x 2
[*]Twisted Spoon
[/list]
[b]Pokemon:[/b][list][*]Bidein “Dei” ♂ — Fletchinder (12)
[*]Naunet ♀ — Piplup (12) 
[*]Devinco “Devi” ♂ — Larvitar (10) 
[*]Cassia “Sia” ♀ — Ekans (1) 
[*]Tyrus ♂ — Gastly (2)
[*]Animo “Nemo” ♂ — Sewaddle (1)
[/list][/hider]
[@luckyblackcat]
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[center][color=lightsteelblue][h3]Cillian Weiss[/h3][/color]— Zephyr Strip —[/center]
[color=lightsteelblue]“Agreed on the pictures,”[/color] Cillian said with a grin, camera at the ready. [color=lightsteelblue]“And I don’t know what we’ll be able to learn from a statue alone… Perhaps we could ask a local about it, if we want to learn about its history,”[/color] Cillian suggested to Tora as the trio of trainers made their way to the location of the statue. 

Cillian’s first impressions of the monument went something along the lines of: big — no, giant — and mossy. Definitely old. Looks like some sort of ancient machine or robot. The dots are oddly-placed and slightly freaky.

Luckily, however, his brain recovered enough to shut down his incoherent thoughts and trade them for more evaluative ones — ones that found ways to appreciate the way a few dainty, mundane-colored butterflies fluttered about the moss on the humanoid figure’s shoulders and the angle at which the sunlight fell on the gentle giant. His camera captured these moments, himself silent as he focused on aligning the statue with the device in his hands. Photography was always like this, allowing Cillian to tap into a calmer, more contemplative side of himself that he normally didn’t show. Although he was sometimes completely oblivious to the way his demeanour changed, Cillian adopted his normal attitude again once he’d finished his short vacation with nature, his camera — lens covered — returning to its spot around his neck. 

[color=lightsteelblue]“You’re right about the dots looking like a face,”[/color] Cillian said, tipping his head as he evaluated the statue again, [color=lightsteelblue]“but then where is its mouth? Its nose?”[/color] After a moment’s thought, he shrugged, a grin gracing his face again. [color=lightsteelblue]“Well, I guess it’s just another mystery of nature.”[/color]

[hr][hider=Cillian’s Pokedex]
[b]Rank: [/b]Beginner
[b]Organization: [/b]Helping Hand Guild

[b]TP:[/b] 146 +1 +1(HHG) = 148
[b]Inventory:[/b][list][*]Pokeball x 4
[*]Rare Candy x 2
[*]Heal Ball
[/list]
[b]Pokemon:[/b][list][*]Hazmat “Haz” ♂ — Charmander (11)
[*]Kelby “Kelb” ♂ — Mudkip (11) 
[*]Decus ♂ — Scyther (6)
[*]Mitis “Mitti” ♂ — Bulbasaur (4)
[*]♂ — Scraggy (1)
[/list][/hider]
[@silver fox][@toadropes]
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145CP