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Imperial Fox
Pathei Mathos
mickilennial
slushiousCup
Kaithe Dame
BobbyJones314
Scrawl Banditta
JohnB0725
Location: Ocean Pier
Timeframe: Morning
Interaction(s): Everyone
Previously: N/A
It had been a beautiful morning.
The sky had been a bright blue, with very few clouds to hide the sunny view. Soft waves gently rocked against the yacht as it rested next to the shore pier, eagerly awaiting its next round of guests. The cry of Wingulls echoed in the air, while various ocean-dwelling Pokémon splashed about the shoreline. In short, it was the perfect scenery for a luxurious seaside trip to "the place of any trainer's dreams!", as they had advertised to the group of people now lined up before the vessel.
Of course, whether or not that was the truth had been yet to be seen. Vitesse wasn't much interested in finding out, however, as they waited for the captain to arrive. She hadn't cared much about the battle resort, much less actually going there. Still, there wasn't much free will to be had when you were surrounded by sponsors and had an agent dictating your every move, and so Vitesse found herself dragged here and standing alongside seven other equally or even more important individuals.
Glancing at her soon-to-be acquaintances, she took stock of who had been invited. If they were going to be stuck on a boat with each other, well, it might be at least worthwhile to know who she was with.
Some faces were easy to identify. Syl, Edward, and Kaison—all champions and victors of one or another battle league throughout the world. It was difficult for someone to not to know who they were, given that league battles were always plastered all over the television and internet. Then there was André, a famous actor. Vitesse honestly couldn't recall seeing many of his prior movies, but his face had been just familiar enough for her to remember who he was.
The other three, however, Vitesse hadn't recognized. She hadn't the slightest idea of the two silver-haired men, yet the bright blue-pink hair of the girl reminded her of Iono. Had she been a professional cosplayer of sorts? Iono's fanbase was massive, and Vitesse wouldn't have put it behind them to imitate her style. Or maybe she was just comparing an apple to an orange and overthinking things.
Whoever the three were, though, there was time to learn who they were later on. Their motley group still needed to get on the yacht, and the clock was ticking. If they planned on arriving to the battle resort on time for the event, they needed to leave for open sea soon. That, and Vitesse didn't want to hear her agent's fake worry about her late arrival. As if they actually cared about her wellbeing, and not the fat paycheck she was for them—yeah, right.
"The captain is late." Vitesse spoke, who had been counting every second that passed from their agreed departure time. Her tone had seemed exhaustive. Bored, even. "I wonder how much longer it'll be before we can board."
The sky had been a bright blue, with very few clouds to hide the sunny view. Soft waves gently rocked against the yacht as it rested next to the shore pier, eagerly awaiting its next round of guests. The cry of Wingulls echoed in the air, while various ocean-dwelling Pokémon splashed about the shoreline. In short, it was the perfect scenery for a luxurious seaside trip to "the place of any trainer's dreams!", as they had advertised to the group of people now lined up before the vessel.
Of course, whether or not that was the truth had been yet to be seen. Vitesse wasn't much interested in finding out, however, as they waited for the captain to arrive. She hadn't cared much about the battle resort, much less actually going there. Still, there wasn't much free will to be had when you were surrounded by sponsors and had an agent dictating your every move, and so Vitesse found herself dragged here and standing alongside seven other equally or even more important individuals.
Glancing at her soon-to-be acquaintances, she took stock of who had been invited. If they were going to be stuck on a boat with each other, well, it might be at least worthwhile to know who she was with.
Some faces were easy to identify. Syl, Edward, and Kaison—all champions and victors of one or another battle league throughout the world. It was difficult for someone to not to know who they were, given that league battles were always plastered all over the television and internet. Then there was André, a famous actor. Vitesse honestly couldn't recall seeing many of his prior movies, but his face had been just familiar enough for her to remember who he was.
The other three, however, Vitesse hadn't recognized. She hadn't the slightest idea of the two silver-haired men, yet the bright blue-pink hair of the girl reminded her of Iono. Had she been a professional cosplayer of sorts? Iono's fanbase was massive, and Vitesse wouldn't have put it behind them to imitate her style. Or maybe she was just comparing an apple to an orange and overthinking things.
Whoever the three were, though, there was time to learn who they were later on. Their motley group still needed to get on the yacht, and the clock was ticking. If they planned on arriving to the battle resort on time for the event, they needed to leave for open sea soon. That, and Vitesse didn't want to hear her agent's fake worry about her late arrival. As if they actually cared about her wellbeing, and not the fat paycheck she was for them—yeah, right.
"The captain is late." Vitesse spoke, who had been counting every second that passed from their agreed departure time. Her tone had seemed exhaustive. Bored, even. "I wonder how much longer it'll be before we can board."
