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Natashia Cane


Location: Outside Salarn - Salarn Gate
Interaction With: Militia Guards, Thelin, Sundos, Kyra


The young elvish woman walked through the muddy road, her skirt dragging mud with her despite all her best attempts at keeping it clean. She had traveled almost the entire day and still arrived late at the town of Salarn, just as Venus had predicted the three days before she had left Brindale. Natty even had to create a small light from her magic just to see ahead of herself, though it most certainly would have been announcing her position to all who would be watching. And, if the area in and around Salarn was anything like Venus had told her, there would most certainly be some kind of person watching for arrivals at the town. ”Oi, stop there traveler. What’s yer business here?” called an unseen voice from somewhere near the gate which Natty had been approaching. She had almost forgotten that there was a village up ahead when the man called out to her, almost surprising her enough to break the light spell.

”I’m here to deliver a message to a militiaman who is stationed here. I’m looking for a Korbin Samaria, his mother told me he would be stationed here.” Natashia told the voice even though it was only a half truth. Venus hadn’t sent Natty there to deliver a message to Korbin but did tell her that, if she passed that way, to tell him to she was worried about his health and make sure Korbin was eating. Natty waited nearly a full minute until the man’s remark finally arrived.

”Alright then, it is a likely story. Korbin’s at the Inn if yer wantin’ to find him tonight.” The guard called down from the gates as they slid open to allow Natty’s passage. She nodded at the men passing by and caught a glimpse of confusion on their faces as they watched her walk away. It was obvious that they were wondering why there was a tattoo on her back but it was nothing new to the woman who had faced such questioning looks many times over in other towns. Natty walked down the muddy streets and almost didn’t notice the group of people standing near an alleyway if she hadn’t noticed the dire wolf and man in armor. Such an odd place for a dire wolf to be but even the untrained eye of Natty could discern that the being no longer meant harm as it was being loved on by a lithe young woman with a bow.

”Looks like you dearies have been having quite the party haven’t you? Such and odd place to find a dire wolf and a man in full armor. My, not even the militia here are in armor of such quality unless it is patchwork my dear. Now then, how about we all go have a drink and talk? I’m sure it is much needed after this scare eh.” Natashia said after hearing the last of the man’s words. She was unsure if plying them with drink would calm everybody down but it would certainly loosen some of them up so as to discern their own reasons for being in the town. Even though Natty didn’t have a lot of coin on her, she would be able to provide a round or two for the group before running out. Though, Natty herself wasn’t willing to drink any since she certainly did not wish to have them ply her with questions and receive the proper answers which would have been given if Natty wasn’t drinking.


Wave stared down at his pokedex which was a cool, white version and perhaps one of very few white pokedexs which had been left by those who had gotten to the bins first. He thought to himself for a period of time that he would have to visit a store and buy some stickers for the pokedex as well as several type stickers for his pokeballs. But, he would do that later since he was rather hungry. Wave hadn’t eaten at all that morning and could tell that his stomach was getting ready to yell at him if he didn’t get something to eat. Meanwhile, his slakoth nuzzled against his back as he wondered what store would be the cheapest to get food from.

“I was wondering if perhaps you could help us.”

Wave’s train of thought was interrupted by the line said to him from behind and disturbed him greatly. He had almost found the place where he would go to eat only to lose his thought pattern because some new trainer wanted help. Wave turned around and look at the questioner who was almost the same height as he was. It was obvious that the kid was much more athletic than he was but Wave didn’t want to put the effort into any real physical training if he wasn’t going to use it. After a few seconds, Wave’s eyes finally washed over the Tyrunt and Deino which were beside the trainer and could, from all possible notations of the positions, be the trainer’s pokemon. Though, Wave could easily tell that the tyrunt wasn’t new to the trainer simply by how casual it sat beside its trainer while the Deino was newer, mostly likely acquired from the dome, by the tense air it gave off. Even a starting breeder could tell the differences between the two pokemon in their experience by looking at them.

”You want my help? Well, I doubt I will be of any help mate. I’m a new trainer too. Though, if you want to know anything about your pokemon I guess I would be your man. For example, Deino is blind because of the fur covering its eyes and rams or bites everything to get a feel of where it is. Thus, if you have a deino you’ll need to care for it much more often if you keep it out of its ball.” Wave said to the trainer who had questioned him. It was true that Wave had no idea how to help the kid nor nothing about what the kid even wanted help with but he certainly knew a lot about pokemon breeding and care so he could answer most any question there. It was a wonder that Wave hadn’t applied himself at all to any sort of training in breeding pokemon since he seemingly had an endless supply of knowledge when it came to him. Though, most of that knowledge was taught to him by his Father who wanted Wave to take over the ‘Family’ business after he retired. Wave had no interest in taking over such a boring job though and thus wanted to see what he could get done in the Kalos League if he tried his hand at training rather than breeding.
Yeah, that is fine.
Alright, this is my claim then.



I'm not sure if it eight districts or ten since I don't know how to count the two islands between mainland Denmark and where Sweden would begin.
Before I express interest I must know this, what are the limits on claims of areas?
What should have been a simple magic change turned into a class, race, and age change so it all took longer than I thought it would.


@Joshua Tamashii@Mag Lev@MonkeyBusiness Since all the others are in a group any of you want to interact or what are your plans?


Well, Wave will eventually get to the first Gym but for now I just plan to mingle. So, interaction would probably be for the best right now.
Wave


Wave had stood in almost the exact center of the crowd, less out of planning and more because they others who want to get the back had simply piled onto those who had once made up the rear of the crowd. He had arrived early simply because he felt that arriving late would mean he would be beat to the good pokemon. The lab apparently had a huge amount of pokemon if they were giving them to this many trainers at once. Then again, Wave had always seen Professor Sycamore as a bit weird but was willing to try and find some time to have a conversation with him for it would, without a doubt, be an interesting conversation. But, Wave’s focus was now on getting out of this damn crowd before he was killed by the heat and smell being given off by such close bodies whose singular intent was to get into the dome and get their pokemon of choice.

Before the young Professor, Yew was her name, had finished her speech, Wave turned and walked back out of the crowd. On his way out, Wave couldn’t help but notice a short girl dressed in all pink. An odd attire for a trainer and it would certainly get some dust and dirt in it but Wave wasn’t one speak. He was wearing the most casual clothing he had packed and basically had only three other sets which were quite similar to each other. With the ending of the speech, the many trainers who had gathered started rushing forward and clearing out a lot of open space. Wave just casually waited behind everybody as they rushed forward and walked in after most of them had gotten through the door. The domed enclosure was quite spacious and most likely held as many types of pokemon as there were people inside.

Wave’s attention was drawn, albeit slowly, to a group of people crowding around a tree. Most of them were females and, from what Wave could catch, were remarking on the cuteness of a pokemon which Wave couldn’t see. He waited a few more moments before the majority of them left, some grumbling that it wouldn’t come down from the branches for them, until he walked over and identified the pokemon as a slakoth. The little slakoth was obviously resting in the tree’s higher branches but would occasionally open its eyes. At the sound of the approaching human, the slakoth opened its eyes and stared down at Wave as if assessing him.

”So, you didn’t like any of the girls ey? Not surprising, they seemed more keen on harassing you. No, slakoths like you just want to sleep most of the time and don’t care much for anything else.” Wave said to the Slakoth whose response was a yawn. The young trainer climbed the tree and sat on a branch just a foot or so lower than the slakoth. He rubbed the top of the slakoth’s head and it closed its eyes until he stopped.

”How about you come with me eh? It’ll be fun and you’ll get all the food and head rubs as you want. If your answer is yes, then hop off that branch and hang onto my back. You don’t belong in a pokeball.” Wave said to the slakoth who did not move even an inch for several minutes. In a single, fluid movement, the slakoth dropped off the branch and landed on Wave’s waiting back. He hopped off the tree and landed without any real difficulty and rubbed the head of the slakoth which now sat on his left hand shoulder. He walked out of the dome and grabbed a Pokedex, Holocasters, and five pokeballs.
”Now what do we my Girl?”
Hmm, I am going to call Tyranitar.
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