Yankee

Pokémon Dreams (Reboot)

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Bjyerlfal City: Airport || Day One: Morning

Team & Inventory

Hazel doesn't have any Pokémon!

Hazel doesn't have any items!

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Everything about traveling by plane was stressful, as Hazel was finding out. It was her first time, and she'd nearly had four separate panic attacks already. The terminal was confusing and full of people pressed for time or in poor moods, the plane itself was touted as being very safe but it was basically a little flying tin can with teeny wheel legs, and she could think of about a million things that could go wrong. She'd never really thought about how planes actually got into the air, but experiencing the take off herself (which apparently involved the vehicle zooming across the ground at extreme speeds and the sheer force of that just lifted it off the tarmac?!) had her getting very acquainted with the provided barf bag. The landing was not any better; in fact, it was worse. And then the passengers, herself included, were all ushered off a quickly as possible and left to fend for themselves in the much, much larger city airport.

Before anyone could take her inner thoughts the wrong way, Hazel was grateful for the plane tickets. Without them she would have had to find some other way to get from Peltra to Bjyerlfal. The Winding Woods was between the two towns, and she was scared to even imagine what trying to get through the forest on her own would have been like. She didn't have any camping equipment with her, because she did not own any - meaning she would have been at the mercy of the elements! And that's not even considering what kinds of dangerous, wild Pokémon might be lurking in there! Of course if she'd tried hitching a ride with a stranger to bypass the forest, that might have gone even worse!

Even so, Hazel was left disoriented and standing against the wall of her arrival gate just trying to get her bearings. Her hands were gripped tightly around the strap of her cross body bag.

Another thing about the plane ride, something she had not anticipated, was that once they were in the air was the little else to do but... think. The trip was only a few hours, but her small plane lacked commercial amenities like in-flight movies. And her nerves had been too much to allow her to sleep. So she thought. About what she was doing. She really was worried about potentially getting a bill, but she was not blind to the fact that some small part of her was maybe, perhaps, just a little bit... excited?

But then she thought about the Professor's message. How she was apparently rooting for Hazel, but also objectively had the least hope for her performing well. Hazel couldn't blame her. After all, what right had she to be offended by such remarks when they were absolutely true? She had no experience, no ambition, hardly even any drive... and she was clumsy, bad with people, and far from some kind of genius that could get by on their wits alone. Aaaaaaaah how am I going to do this...?! Hazel thought to herself, shrinking against the wall and letting out a soft, high pitched noise not unlike a tea kettle letting out steam. That little part of her that was excited? She had to squash it! Stomp on it! Ignore it until it got really depressed and just dissolved into particles! It was impossible for her, so she might as well just let save herself and Professor Camphor some time and bow out immediately after seeing the lab.

(She did very much want to see the lab.)

Several minutes and deep breaths later, Hazel shakily drew her phone from her bag and began to text her mom that she was alright and would be home soon. In the middle of typing something bumped into her hand, and she glanced down to see her keychain charm swaying.

"..."

Hazel turned her hand to catch it in her palm, swiping her thumb over the rubber charm. Just two letters... just two letters...

She pocketed the phone and began to sidle her way around the large room. She avoided the largest, densest portion of the crowd as much as possible, and was moderately successful since they were all swarming whoever was at the center of the mass. There were various epithets being shouted, but one name in particular Hazel kept hearing over the din: "Valarie." It couldn't be the Valarie, could it? There was no way someone so amazing would just happen to be in the same place as Hazel... Better avert my eyes just in case, I'm not worthy to look upon her in the flesh!

It was in Hazel's nature to pay attention to the people around her, even if she had no intention of interacting with them, so while she inched her way around the perimeter she noted more than a few individuals. There were people of all ages, but one boy that sounded as confused as she felt which was both reassuring and concerning. Another was talking about having met Valarie before... or not?? The sudden one eighty and change in voice actually made Hazel turn her head, and a few seconds later she realized what was going on.

S-s-split personality?! she shrieked (internally). There were actually people like that in the city?!

She might have been interested to see such a literary trope in real life if she wasn't already completely overwhelmed with her own situation.

Eventually she made it to the opposite side of the room, even if it seemed to have taken twice as long as it should have. Now in an area where the crowd was thinned, Hazel took several steadying breaths and raised her eyes, her glasses catching the overhead lights for a moment. According to the message, she was supposed to meet one of Professor Camphor's aides, Frieda, here. And would you look at that - Hazel could just barely see a relevant sign over the throngs of contest fans. Now to get over there.

^{"E-excuse me... u-um... pardon... s-sorry, excuse me...!"}

Her voice was imperceptible in such a rowdy space. Still, somehow, she managed to wiggle her way from the wall through the thinnest part of the crowd to reach who she assumed was Frieda. She's caught a glimpse of the lab aide in the video message Professor Camphor had sent, so at the very least Hazel was sure she had the right person. That was good!

But Frieda was not alone. For one there was a little pink Pokémon with her. There was also—

GWAAAH A PRETTY BOY! Hazel immediately turned about face upon catching a glimpse of the blonde boy, and though her inner thoughts were articulated what accidentally escaped her mouth probably sounded more like "sd;klfjdsio;fhsd...!"

Of course when she turned, she was now face to face with—

UWAAAH A GORGEOUS GIRL! The second, female blonde was dressed to the nines with a perfectly painted face. Hazel slammed her palms against her own face covering it up as a whispered noise that sort of sounded like "wawawawawa...!" trickled out from between her fingers.

After several moments she wordlessly turned her back to the small gathering. Maybe they hadn't noticed her and she could just silently follow when they made their way out of the airport. Yeah.

Pokemon: Valkyrie League!

I also am loving this idea of a big potluck for the players. That could be really fun!

@Birdboy

I agree!

New person banned and nuked?

I believe this is due to the anti-spam measures taken/reinstated to try and control the bot situation as it was getting pretty bad. Fortunately I also believe it's an easy fix to unban them, @LegendBegins?

Pokémon Dreams (Reboot)

Hazel

Profile

Name: Hazel Lockhart
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Hometown: Peltra Town, Eidda

Appearance:

Her growth spurt came early on, so she's pretty sure that she's already reached her maximum height of 5'6" (168cm). Of course just not getting any taller doesn't mean she hasn't grown at all; Hazel is far from athletic, and her dress size is bigger than most girls her age. She normally doesn't get embarrassed with her curves and pudginess, but she does have bad days... and tends to wear more loose fitting clothes because of it. Her skin is paler than its natural shade due to her indoor lifestyle. She has a truly massive amount of brown hair (including thick eyebrows), and though she's able to keep it clean there's no helping the fraying and split ends. Her bangs hang over her face, slightly obscuring a pair of glasses-protected, bright green eyes. She also has a small beauty mark on the right side of her neck, and a thin scar on her left shoulder just below the clavicle.

Personality:

Hazel is more of an introvert, and though shy and generally anxious she does like talking with people and getting to know them. She especially loves hearing about fun or interesting things, and is happy to let people talk all they want without herself saying a word. She isn't very confident in herself, and tends to take a cautious, measured approach to most things, but it isn't often she actually does anything outside the limited realm of her experience. She has a tendency to stutter when she's nervous, sometimes even overreacting with rebuttals and apologies as the situation calls for it, but opens up more in more familiar circumstances or with people she knows. Very much a "every Growlithe is a Pyroar at home" sort of person.

She is well read and acts like a typical fangirl on the inside or online, in contrast to her much more skittish personality in real life. Although wary of a lot of things, she does possess a strong sense of curiosity that sometimes guides her actions until her brain catches up with her and she pulls back. Perhaps there is a stronger girl buried inside her somewhere, and if her shell is broken that intrepid side can make its debut in the real world and not just her fantasies. The secret desire to embody the heroes of her favorite stories never quite disappeared even after she got older, after all.

Backstory:

Some might find it hard to believe that Hazel only ended up as a Pokémon trainer completely by accident. She wrote up an application, yes, but she hadn't intended to ever actually send it. She'd given up on aspirations such as being a Pokémon trainer before they even really fully formed.

Hazel grew up as the only child of a pair of plain, hard working parents. Both her father (a rank and file businessman that could only find a job outside of Peltra and often traveled even farther to negotiate contracts in person) and her mother (who transitioned to being a stay-at-home mom after being laid off like plenty of others in town) were practical, cautious types - helicopter parents that wanted to shield their beloved daughter from the world. There were delinquents and hooligans like Claw in town, wild Pokémon outside of it, and even worse things further still, they told her, so it wasn't a surprise that she grew to be a quiet, studious kid; a book wurmple that was content to tuck herself into the corner of her room and pursue safe, simple hobbies.

But a careful, uneventful childhood did not make for a confident kid. Every year Hazel's self-esteem shrunk as she began comparing herself to others. She wasn't strong or adventurous, or even all that smart despite the studying she did. Sometimes she'd talk or play with the other kids in town, but she didn't have any close friends to share experiences with. Maybe it was because of this that she grew to like reading so much. For the most part she was content to get her excitement from the books she read, stories of princesses, heroes, and Pokémon of all kinds. Reading the journeys of fictional characters, or the biographies of real, accomplished trainers sated most of her desire to chase adventure for herself. That kind of thing was dangerous in real life after all. But sometimes... sometimes the catchphrases of the protagonist in her favorite series of light novels wound itself around her heart, and stuck itself into the corner of her thoughts.

Wings of wonder take you farther than a cage of caution!

The only thing separating impossible from possible is two letters!

But could Hazel actually do well out there in the world? The one time she'd tried to overcome her nervousness by tagging along on a little wilderness expedition organized by her classmates, she'd ended up getting hurt. It wasn't a serious wound, but the blood made it look like a bigger deal than it was. Worse than the queasiness, the pity of the other kids, and the smothering worry of her parents was the fact that Hazel had technically done it to herself. It had been getting dark, and there were scary noises and shadows in the trees. A twig had snapped loudly next to the group, spooking the kids, and even though their leader shouted that it was nothing, Hazel had startled and run away. Being clumsy and in the dark meant that she tripped, fell down a small ravine, and cut up her shoulder on something sharp on the way down. If she'd stood her ground it wouldn't have happened, but she had been too afraid.

Since recovering she stuck to her stories, and when she got older amused herself with writing out her own fictional adventures and filling out applications posted to the internet seeking trainers, trailblazers, and volunteers. In a weird, vicarious way, going through the process of meticulously filling out online paper work but never sending it, and then keeping track of the projects where she could meant Hazel felt a little sense of fulfillment. She could imagine she was a Corviknight cab driver, or an ancient ruins explorer, or even a famous diva of the Contest stage... for a little bit. Then it was back to reality until she got sucked into the next book, or filled out the next doomed application.

So it was just a normal night, many years after her failed group adventure, when Hazel came across Professor Camphor's call for assistants and newbie trainers. Like usual she diligently filled out the application for a wistful dream, and then promptly moved it to her PC's recycle bin. Or so she thought. What she'd actually done was submit it (why do websites use drag and drop instead of dedicated upload buttons?!). When the professor's reply came she was surprised, but quickly deduced what happened and expected a simple copy and paste rejection when she opened it up. But the contents... and the apparent expensive bill they'd send her if she didn't show up?!

Hazel was hardly thinking when she flew around her room, hastily throwing things into a bag before practically vanishing into the night, headed for Byjerlfal. She didn't want to get in trouble, and she especially didn't want to saddle her parents with a huge expense on top of more worry. She really had no choice but to go! Maybe she could explain the mistake in person.

But then again... those sayings still stuck with her all these years. Were two letters really all it took to keep her caged?

Let's find out.

Quirks/Talents/Aspirations/Other:

• Can follow a recipe, but is bad at improvising dishes.
• Good at baking though, as the precise ratios are easier for her. Has a sweet tooth.
• Comically bad at drawing; grade-schoolers do better.
• Prefers watching Contests in real life, but epic Pokémon Battles in stories.
• Adept speed reader, enjoys most genres, poetry, and even textbooks and fanfics.
• Her favorite series is Sign of the Salamander, starring the lively young man Saul and his trusted Salamence.

Her dream is... ah, no, it's silly. But if she can't become an adventurer or Pokémon trainer, then at the very least she'd like to become a writer using what little experience she can gain. Maybe even write the kind of characters that would inspire others, like she was inspired.

Favorite Kind of Pokémon: Cool, sleek, or intellectual Pokémon mostly... and fluffy, fuzzy, cute ones.

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Inventory

Pokédollars: 1000p.
Items:

Potion x1

Key Items:

Big backpack
Journal (and pens)
Flashlight
Reusable water bottle
Change of clothes

Hazel's Pokémon

Name: Puck
Species: Impidimp
Type: Dark/Fairy
Gender: ♂

Level: 5
Ability: Pickpocket
Held Item: --

Move List

• Bite
• Confide
• Fake Out
• Parting Shot*

Personality | Sassy:

Puck is on the more laid back side, for an Impidimp at least. He still enjoys causing trouble (especially petty theft), but his casual confidence makes it obvious that he doesn't really care if his pranks backfire. He likes battling, but lacks physical strength at the moment. Sometimes resorts to pinching or nipping for quick access to 'negative energy' snacks.

Quirks/Talents/Aspirations/Other: He's still looking for some!
Appearance: Looks like a standard Impidimp!

World of Light: the Endless Now (The Ultimate Videogame Crossover)

Primrose, Therion, & Pit

Level: 11 - Total EXP: 346/110 ------ Level: 10 - Total EXP: 416/100
𝙱𝙿 ●●●●● ---------------------------- 𝙱𝙿 ●●●●●
Level: 8 - Total EXP: 373/80
_{Friday Afternoon}
Word Count: 1374 (+3 exp)
Location: Fields of Gold, the Forbidden Kingdom

For a moment it looked as though Therion was going to make some sarcastic remark to Ms. Fortune when she mentioned going after the rest of Kazuya's stuff, but part way through opening his mouth to do so he paused, his tail swishing as he actually considered what she said. Knowing her she might have just meant it as a joke, but once the man was gone his stuff did have to go somewhere, right? Might as well actually be them. It would be a great last laugh, too. "...good point," he begrudgingly agreed. Those, and whatever else valuable they happened to find.

Rather than spend time discussing future plans or potential tactics, it behooved the group to start getting a move on. Towards that end, the feral directed them all through the village towards a building that stood apart from the bulk of the rest.

"Very subtle," Primrose remarked as they neared the stable, looking up at the huge horse head structure that stood above it.

Some were more enthusiastic about the suggested travel situation than others. Pit went right over to the edge of the stable to get a look at all of the animals, glancing over at the feral once to say, "nice find!"

While he leaned over the fence posts, Therion walked the length of it to give the potential mounts a more scrutinizing look. His eyes moved from the wulgs to the white wolf in the Seekers' party, wondering if they couldn't just use her as a ride for one of the lighter members.

Primrose kept a little back, not too worried about the quality of the animals. She intended to hitch a ride with someone else, and suggested the same to the rest of the group. "I recommend pairing up, if possible."

It would save some time on learning, make it less likely for the group to get too separated, and even if her friend was rich enough to foot the bill it would save her a little money too. Primrose glanced at Nadia after hearing the slight hesitation in the other woman's voice.

"Interesting, isn't it? I wouldn't have guessed it." she said. They wulgs especially seemed odd choices, but they must have been docile enough if they were kept with the giant chickens. Without a road to follow there wasn't much choice, though. "Hopefully its a smooth ride... I fear having those cars and ships really spoiled us."

It had been a while, but she recalled long trips on horseback to be rather unpleasant. Still, she couldn't imagine an animal better suited to the task; so when Nadia went in to talk to the stable master, Primrose wasn't surprised to see that Therion had chosen a horse out of the options for species. When he led it over she did raise a brow at the type he picked.

"This one?" she questioned, to which Therion nodded.

"It's just as sturdy as the others and comes with extra equipment," he said, tapping the nose of the gas mask it was fitted with. The hors flicked its snout away. "Some kind of filter I think. Might be useful."

Primrose couldn't argue his logic, though she did give the hors a more squinted look. The creature appeared able to see out of those dark lenses that covered its eyes, because it tilted its head towards her and looked back. Fair enough. It's size was certainly capable of accommodating two passengers at any rate.

Meanwhile, Pit was considering his own choice. He'd driven chariots before, but hadn't actually ridden a horse himself. Unless Phos and Lux counted, though Pit thought they'd be offended to be considered mere horses. The badger looking thing was neat, but he couldn't decide if they'd be a comfy ride or not. They had fur, but would probably get hot now that the sun was coming out. The chocobo seemed like a pretty good in between choice.

Pit called the closest one over to him. Up close they were pretty cute, and their contour feathers soft. Although living in a stable with a bunch of different animals, it seemed like the chocobos couldn't preen themselves enough to keep up with the dirt and dander that got kicked up. It might not have been immediately apparent to others, but as a feather-haver himself Pit could tell.

So, after petting the chocobo he started to expertly comb his fingers through the bird's feathers, smoothing bent barbules and untangling ruffled down while brushing out the dust from stable living. He moved from its neck to its breast to its wings, smiling as the chocobo cooed in contentment. As he worked the longer flight feathers, he wondered if they could actually be used to fly. The wings themselves were pretty small compared to the bird's body though, much like Pit's own, so he guessed not.

In the middle of his allopreening, Ms. Fortune emerged from the stables main area with the bill settled and a chobobo of her own led by the reins. "Good choice!" he told her. "Oh, and thanks for getting them for us."

Procuring stuff like this should probably have fallen to him, but unfortunately he did not have a windfall of cash, illicitly gained or otherwise.

After the rudimentary lessons for whoever needed them, the group was off. Just before leaving Pit waved at Big Band (and anyone else staying behind). "We'll be back soon, with one less Consul to worry about! Hold down the fort in Esaka for us 'til then!"

Pit urged his chocobo towards the front of the group, happy to blaze the trail. He didn't normally navigate, but he didn't have to - if they started veering off course, a quick check in with the Goddess of Light with an eagle eye's view of her ward would be able to point them back in the right direction.

It had been a while since Therion had ridden a horse, but he found he remembered the gist of it. Unsurprisingly Primrose chose to ride with him, sitting side saddle. If gave her a nice view of the landscape passing them by.

When the group eventually had to take a break due to their way forward being down, the dancer slipped from her spot on the horse and stretched out a little. Her core was strong enough that the side saddle posture didn't cause her any soreness just yet, but longer rides would certainly be testing her. She felt for the Seekers that had never done any riding before and would have to suffer the muscle stiffness.

"Based on the map, the Tyrannian Plateau is a day or more away. I don't think we'll even need to go half as far so long as we can find a decent spot for an ambush," she commented, looking ahead from their higher vantage point in the hills. "Not to mention if R decides to take a scenic route and we have to change direction..."

She didn't really forsee that happening based on what little she knew of the man's personality, but technically it was possible. Pit nodded his agreement. Having yet to dismount, he glanced around the area from the broken bridge to the fields to the sparse people and creatures to see if there was another way forward. It would be good to at least go a little farther, he thought. Thankfully there was one among their group that had a simple solution to the present stop: just fix the bridge. While Amaterasu got to work, Pit piped up.

"We're still too close to some settlements though, so let's keep going! Thankfully we've got the Goddess of Handiwork on our side!" he said, throwing a cheeky smile Amaterasu's way. Her help with that sort of stuff really was invaluable though, so he'd have to remember to throw some more gratitude her way.

"I'm gonna see if I can get a better look around," he said next, steering the reins of his bird towards the hillier river. Even if Amaterasu finished her repairs before he returned, it wouldn't take long to catch back up. As they trotted off, the little blueberries and their strange mission came into view. The scene was intriguing, so he made a beeline there.

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...& Kayna!

Location: Tyrannian Plateau: Warfang, the Forbidden Kingdom

The monster rider had frozen still as a statue when suddenly approached by a woman apparently prone to rambling, but she didn't look offended, only surprised. About part way through Anais' hurried words, Kayna loosened back up and swallowed the food that had been in her mouth. Then she took another bite. And one more, her brows knitting together as she chewed, sorting through and thinking over everything Anais was saying. When Avmar the velocidrome (who'd finished his first omelette in one bite) leaned in to sniff Anais curiously, Kayna made no move to stop him.

"Urmf, shorry, I wash chinda-" Kayna started, then paused to polish off her food, wipe her the back of her hand across her mouth, and then smile at the stranger. "Ehehe, sorry, the stomach called. Yeah, I'm Kayna! And this is Avmar."

She shifted, placing her hands on her hips with the little bag of food hanging from one wrist.

"Primrose, the dancer? Yeah, I know her! So you're all friends of hers?" Actually, hadn't there been a Grimm back at Meridi-at-Hanz too? It had been a little bit, but it was hard to forget the day a trio of gigantic monsters had attacked the city. She was pretty sure the circus that had pulled in was called the Grimm Troupe or something like it... who would have known all the people from back then would have become friends! Maybe she should have stuck around a little longer!

"Nice to meet ya, Anais. I'd be happy to help you out, but..." Kayna pursed her lips, tilting her head up to the nearby mountain. "I've never met him. I've heard about him but I don't know 'what he's up to'?"

She looked back at Anais, amused at the phrasing now that she'd repeated it herself.

"I didn't know he had fans. He travels a lot, but he's around right now, I think. I've gotta meet with the Beastmakers today but if you don't mind walking and talking, I'll tell you what I've heard about him!"

Kayna then blinked, glancing down at Anais' crutches. Her smile turned a touch sheepish. "Was that insensitive? I'm a wild country girl so I'm not really used to... uh, nevermind! Avmar can give you a lift, if you want, but if you're good I'll fill you in while we head my way!"

The velocidrome gave a bark of agreement before nosing into the bag for his next snack.

Symphony of Madness: Beach Trip

Roland

Roland Huang
Max MP: 50 | Current MP: 41 - 5 = 36
Casting:
Projectile [0] + Powerful [1] + Restrain [4] = 5
(trapping one of the Slime Queen's gauntlets)

Gear:
Googles (active: Witchsight), Pistol (4/4 shots), Medical Supplies (4/4 uses), Cash

Leveraging: --

Dodging the Slime Queen's lariat was simple for Jack; she was standing in the doorway after all, so all it took was a step back while the fists passed by. If she timed it right she would be able to duck or jump over the swinging gauntlets and probably be able to sever one of the slime's limbs at the part it stretched out. Yeah, that sounded like a good plan. One, two–

"Gwah?!" she exclaimed as the ship lurched, listing heavily enough to one side that it threw off her balance. Since she'd been about to move forward, the sudden tip threw her onto her knees where she caught herself before she face planted. She grit her teeth and forced herself back up to her feet, using the edges of the doorway to pull herself back into the green room.

It was just in time to note the slime going for the big cube, and then see the puppeteer's spell activate.

If Jack had to guess, the slime was either going to toss that box or absorb it like it had the other black cubes inside the smaller slimes assuming it was made of the same material. Stopping it from gaining even bigger gauntlets, or some other weapon by absorbing it seemed prudent. But...

"My move?" Jack echoed, a hint of incredulousness in her voice. She narrowed her eyes, but they only briefly touched on Nukkelina; for the most part they were focused on the current enemy. "You just saw it stretch itself, right? Making a piñata out of it isn't gonna stop it, so how about you finish the damn job!"

Though even in saying that, Jack took up the responsibility of what she saw as 'finishing the job' of entrapping the slime monster. If nothing else, Nukkelina's suspension of the Slime Queen made her an easy target for follow ups. Jack threw her next spell at one of the cuboid gauntlets the slime wielded rather than the jelly-like body itself. Heavy gold-plated restraints bloomed in order to wrap around it, locking the weapon in place against the ceiling. If all went well it would take time for it to break free, and until then it could stretch its body all it liked but it wouldn't be able to fling that black iron fist or anything it held around. One less bludgeon to worry about getting hit with.

Jack didn't think about the fact that if one ceiling cube came down, it was likely that the others could too. Instead she intended to utilize the reach of her halbeyonet, kicking off the floor to counter the ship's listing while taking the instrument in both hands and swinging it hard in an overhead chop at the slime's midsection. She may have complained just now, but you didn't just not hit a piñata - even if the fun of not knowing what was inside was negated by said piñata having a translucent slime body.

Pokemon: Valkyrie League!

The team's wind down from their morning jog did indeed take them into the building that housed all of the indoor water areas, and they walked the length of the cool tiles of the massive pool room headed for the heat. It was actually Jordan (and their Pokémon)'s first time seeing a pool the size of the salt water one, as there were no swimming events in Pokéathlon. Kind of a shame, now that he thought about it. Wonder if I could lobby to get that added, he thought to himself, squatting down to dip a hand into the water. Wait, what's the eleven version of decathlon??

Pam had hopped off of Bolt, curiously checking out the room as well while Bolt himself sat and waited patiently. Next to Jordan, Raitaro looked down into the water skeptically. He made faces at his transparent reflection until Jordan patted a hand on his head.

"Gonna have to teach you to swim so we can start some water resistance training," they said, which meant Raitaro turned their skeptical look onto their trainer instead. Jordan ruffled their fur and stood up. "It's fun, promise. Just don't shoot any lightning out in the water!"

"Cori~!" the bird Pokémon called them over, motioning with her pom-pom-like feathers towards the sauna rooms. It wasn't until they got closer that the group heard the noises coming from the next doors. Snoring and laughing was definitely a weird combo to hear considering the location. Maybe someone fell asleep in the hot spring last night? In which case... wasn't that really dangerous?

...but then again they couldn't be snoring if they were drowning, and the thought of seeing someone swelled up like a re-hydrated raisin due to too much time in the water did sound pretty funny. Jordan looked down at their Pokémon, giving the three of them a grin and fake-helplessly innocent shrug before throwing open the door to the bath and shower room. Though he was technically here to actually get showered and clean, it could wait. Instead he looked for the source of the chuckling so that he could get in on it. "What's up, what's so funny?"

Pokémon Dreams (Reboot)

Her hair looks like a Zigzagoon and I love it. Honestly thought she was going to have a Zigzagoon as her starter lol.

@Renose

Didn't even notice that, but you're right haha. Will have to see about potentially catching one in the future! I wanted her to start with something totally opposite to her though, that could pull her into hijinks that she would otherwise never let herself get pulled into with a lot of learning to get along happening too so figured this choice was perfect plus I like Morgrem even if its gonna take forever to get it.

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