[center][h1][b][color=violet]Clarissa Ryte[/color][/b][/h1]

[i]Byjerfal Airport, Commerical District, Byjerfal City[/i][/center]

Restraining her powers in a general sense was certianly something Clarissa had become accustomed to, whether it was on a plane or on a ship or just in the general sense. Something as easy as breathing air these days, at least better so compared to only two years ago if nothing else. At the same time, however, she didn't have to be psychic to take a guess at a few of the looks she got on the plane during boarding, after getting up in the air, and after landing again. Even her mother had noted that the psychic trainer's attire was certainly like that of 'some kind of Junior Detective' in some capacity. Was it so strange, though? 

...To her, that answer was a solid 'no'. Not compared to how Eidda seemed to be in comparison to Orre at least. 

The wastes stretching out before one's eyes, the rocky terrain around her former home back in Pyrite Town, the presence of far less people in general, and the like had become so familiar to her and something she had become used to. Meanwhile, though, Eidda seemed to be bustling to the brim with everything! People all over the shop, Pokemon popping up out of the wild grass and everywhere, it was to a certain extent overwhelming for her even after two years of trying to get adjusted to things and going to school and so forth. It had made her need for self-control with regards to her powers also more important, given that she wondered if she'd be overwhelmed by simply trying to relax them for a second as she was able to do back home sometimes. 

Blargh. Just blargh. At the very least, though, Sir Lopsalot had been allowed to sit on her lap so she could hold him during the trip. Well, not that the adamant little Buneary hadn't insisted on it anyway after taking one look at her face while walking through the terminal to the plane. So many people, so many crowds, so much....noise, and that had just been at the terminal! Before landing she'd done her best to steel herself and make sure some snacks were on her stomach before exiting at least. Would be enough to help her focus and get through the surely-to-be-noisier path ahead into Byjerfal City to meet up with the assistant she and others were supposed to find. 

Yet even with herself steeled, the whole place felt wild in its own right as she got off of the plane, got her luggage, and began to make her way toward the general exist as indicated by large signs hanging above her and others' heads. People, Pokemon, everything and everyone just moving about in a rush and flurry of colors and cries and voices that almost seemed to only ever move to the beat of its own chaotic rhythm. Occasionally she thought she could see something strange in the shifting mass of bodies and movement too, for example some kind of strange Girafarig in the crowd that was even taller than normal and with its tail encapsulating its head! Or at least it had seemed like a Girafarig. Maybe the nerves she'd fought back were still there and making her see things now...

Breathe. In and out. Controlled. Slowly. Steadily. Just like she'd practiced many a time before. Focus. Rinse. Repeat. 

Ah, now that did help her feel some extent better at least. Besides the crowd, though, it was admittedly fascinating to see so many Pokemon around as well. So many she had never seen before, so many from places she'd likely never heard of before, and this was only the start! If she were to be honest, she did still feel somewhat excited as well right now as she tried to clear her head of the nerves otherwise. 

"Bun!"

Sitting on her right shoulder to get a view on things, the ever-vigilant Buneary by her side would lightly call out and point ahead. It seemed he could see the sign being held up, though his trainer seemed to struggle a little bit more in commparison. Yet as Sir Lopsalot did get her attention, at least, Clarissa simply looked over to him and gave a nod before changing direction. 

It did not help her much, though, as soon she became stuck near the edge of a tightening throng of people trying to push forward toward another distraction. Trying to move across them rather than farther in, the psychic girl sought to get through to the other side if she could. Meanwhile Sir Lopsalot would cling to her tightly to avoid getting knocked away onto the floor. Despite getting progresstively more sucked into the throng of adoring fans [s]and wannabe marriage proposals here and there[/s], however, though, it definitely wasnt hard to hear the sort of things many of the crowd were saying in the meantime. 

[quote]"Valeriiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!"

"I wanna see the famous Contest Star before we go!"

"Isn't she the Bug-type gym leader here in Eidda? How can bugs be contest stars?" 

"Marry me, Valerie!!! You're my 'Byjerfal Dream Girl'!"

"Seriously dude?"

"Mommy, can we get her autograph? Please please please!!!"

"I heard rumor that she and Lisia might be doing a collab in the future!"[/quote]

It was like a Wailord had used Whirlpool or something around the woman the crowd seemed to be mentioning, because as she gripped her luggage and Pokemon for dear life Clarissa was being sucked into the throng deeper and deeper as it tried to push forward. The crush felt worse and worse the deeper they got in, like a pool of darkness was trying to swallow them up in a pop-culture-obsessed living disaster. Clarissa by the moment felt tempted to attempt to use a bit of telekinesis to just [b]push[/b] some people back and make some space for herself and her Pokemon to be able to at least breathe for pity's sake! Everyone was just so focused and seemed to be pushing her further forward and forward, yet before she would reach the point of 'letting go' for a second out of sheer frustration the girl found herself suddenly bumped into and sent flying forward-

[color=violet]"Aaaaahhhhh!"[/color]

[center][b][i]*CLUNK*

*THUMP*

"BUN!"[/i][/b][/center]

-and spilling hard down onto the airport flooring, into the epicenter of the whirpool of Valerie fans. Right in front of the woman in a black and yellow dress and the other woman dressed in a suit, in fact, though the psychic didn't much have the luxury to look up for the moment as one hand briefly clutched the side of her headd. Sir Lopsalot, in the meantime, had been flung a little bit farther due to his position on her shoulder and landed on the floor between the two well-dressed women. The psychic girl's suitcase, however, was lying on the ground on its side near Clarissa's own feet at least.  

[color=violet]"Oww..."[/color]

Did she mention she hated overly large crowds like this? Because she did.