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swimming / kero kero bonito let me love you (wafia cover) / mario show me love (big wild remix) / hundred waters pirouette / made in heights

warm on a cold night / honne little star / akdong musician orbit / nao carry you / ruelle at your best (you are love) [slowed ver.] / frank ocean

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“This might seem a little naive, but I don’t feel worried at all–even if our train has deserted us. Tonight, I could think of worse places to be…perhaps we could explore around for solutions? If you feel up to it, of course!”

As silent and still as the deepened night may be, Ingo can hardly find it in himself to relax– and perhaps, Liah can sense this as well, with her affectionate squeeze of his hand snapping him back out of his momentary dread. But it seems that the Lady is right– things could be so much worse, and oh, how he continues to admire that spirit– though despite it all, he is still thoroughly embarrassed.

It’s quite hard to admit, but his clinical punctuality still ails him, and is often what keeps him from getting carried away, just as he had done mere moments ago. Ingo’s face flushes completely at Liah’s teasing, but like her, still allows himself a chuckle at his own expense, “O-oh, well…”

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“Look… It’s Milotic!”

Ingo’s eyes light up with a true enthusiasm, and Liah glances at the Subway Boss’s expression with admiration before following his gaze upwards, taking in the celestial tapestry with an equal amount of wonderment. She tracks his gloved finger as it outlines Pokemon and elaborate formations in the sky, enjoying his focused excitement. 

Why does this feel...so right? the Lady finds herself musing, leaning on Ingo’s shoulder as he continues to passionately explain the various constellations dazzling overhead. Liah’s correspondence with Ingo seems a lifetime away, and despite only physically meeting for a fleeting moment--this moment--here they are, connecting again like long-lost friends...maybe even something more. The Johto native’s smile--almost always present since meeting her penpal--widens as her riding partner’s voice takes on that wistful, unabashed tone once again.

“It’s more beautiful than I ever imagined it would be. And if I may be so bold, I could say the same about you, Miss Liah.”

Liah can sense the absolutely sincerity in Ingo’s softly-spoken words, and she quickly glances down to cope with the impact of the Subway Boss’s compliment, thankful that the nighttime hour obscures the flaming-red blush spreading across her cheeks. The pair stand there for a moment of awkward silence--a few seconds stretched into an eternity--before the Lady steps in front of Ingo with a sense of renewed determination, grasping both of his hands and feeling the warm fabric on her palms as she stares up into his kind, solemn eyes. Just like the stars twinkling overhead, she could get lost in them.

“Letters or right here, you know exactly what to say...” Liah breathes, tilting her head upwards as she pulls him just a bit closer, confidently rising up on the balls of her feet before--

 Kzzzt!

A walkie-talkie crackles to life from within the recesses of Ingo’s coat, shattering the spell. Startled, Liah backs away and crash-lands back into reality, suddenly aware of how fast her heart is beating, her instinctive impulse fading. A soft Unova wind rustles through the moonlit grasses as the wheezing conductor’s voice rasps through the outdated device.

“Hey Boss Ingo, my *kzzt* mistake! We did the headcount, and I can’t believe I missed ya! Stay safe, okay? I’m *kzzt* turnin’ this thing around as fast I can--we can snatch ya on the return trip but it’s gonna be a bit, *kzzt* okay? I’m sorry again, Boss! Uh, enjoy this beauty of a night until then, over!” 

As Ingo works things out on his end, Liah wanders a short distance, the adrenaline of the evening wearing off as she takes a seat on the grass once again. Inspiring by her penpal, the Lady surveys the sky, drinking in the radiant sight of the full moon before her gaze catches a shimmering cascade of light streaking across the twilit canvas.

“Look!” Liah calls out excitedly, pointing out the phenomenon before closing her eyes to make a wish.

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“Research, well, yes,” she does a last shuffle, double-checking each and every notation, every loose piece of paper, making sure they are all accounted for, before stowing them away for safe keeping. “It appears I’ve not lost anything amidst the fracas.

But, truly, there’s no need for concern,” she does her best to appease the green-haired maiden’s worries, regarding the Mareanie, regarding their earlier day of relative leisure. “It is bound to occur, what with muddling about areas humans rarely tread. The ferocity in their eyes spoke the lack of contact they’ve had beyond their limited biosphere, after all.”

Back supported by the trunk of a looming palm, Roxanne examines her companion, who’s feet dangle and wade in the cool spring before the cascading falls. They’ve had the pleasure of mutual company throughout the entire day, and yet Roxanne feels a tinge of defeat, having not found one clue linking her closer to an encounter with Manaphy. But now, the sun has fallen from the top of its celestial hill, rolling further down the sky, until the encroaching night casts deeper shadows throughout the jungle.

As Roxanne puzzles over the scales and flips through her extensive field notes, Liah feels her heart swell--after almost an entire day of searching, she had finally found a new discovery for the young researcher. “Yes, oh! And the Mareanie appeared to be guarding the scales as well,” the Lady adds in an excited murmur, dropping to her knees beside Roxanne to examine the radiant objects. “I just remembered...I don’t know if that helps you at a-”

Crash!

Liah jumps as a faraway explosion rips through the night sky, Roxanne immediately peering over the rock lip out to sea. Without waiting for affirmation from the Gym Leader, the Johto traveler nimbly pulls herself up onto the cliff’s edge, letting out a shocked gasp as she digests the commotion on the horizon.

A small fleet of ships had circled what seemed to be a large group of Dragalge, and thunderous flashes from the boat decks signified that this man-made ring of vessels was quite literally shooting fish in a barrel. Upon witnessing this unexpected show of brutality, Liah is almost overcome by a bout of pained lightheadedness, carefully taking a knee as if she’s also experiencing the Dragalge’s suffering. When the Lady looks down at Roxanne, there’s panic--but also angry determination--flashing in her green eyes.

“They’re...they’re...we have to do something!” she pleads, desperation in her tone as she straightens up, bends her legs and--for one crazy moment--prepares to cliff dive into the seas below, if only to swim closer to the boats. Hoothoot, fluttering nearby, also lets out a cry of distress--and begins to glow.

Liah blinks away her angry tears as Hoothoot--faithful Hoothoot--envelops himself in a swath of radiant white light. With bright spots in her vision, the Lady squints as her Tiny Owl--now Noctowl--spreads his wings for the first time, his crest illuminated by the moonlight. “Gods...this is...this is amazing,” Liah breathes with wonderment before wrapping her Pokemon in a tight hug. “You...you want to help that badly, Hoothoot?”

Noctowl answers with a low coo, fanning his wings again as another barrage of explosions rattles across the seascape. Liah mounts her new flyer without hesitation, pausing to glance back at Roxanne. “Hoothoot evolved for a reason--we need to save those Pokemon,” she declares with little room for compromise in her tone. Her next statement is softer, more apologetic: “Please forgive me for being hasty. I’m afraid it’s in my nature.”

And that’s it. With no discernible plan and a loud hoot, Noctowl takes off from the cliff, beelining towards the armed ships as the impulsive--but equally determined--Lady clings tightly to his back.

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Their sedated crawl slowly becomes less laborsome, and the swarm of agitated Pokemon seems only to be growing in number as their calls attract nearby attention. Roxanne, somewhat in a stupor herself, nods at the sound recommendation. The two women have no other choice, being outnumbered as they currently are. “Let’s head further inland,” she says between breaths, trying to maintain composure and think rationally. “The terrain should allow us enough of a headstart.”

She begins her fast footwork, tugging Liah alongside herself, but not before turning back and barking one last command. “Carracosta,” the tortoise locks eyes with the incoming onslaught, flippers out in combat mode. “Stone Edge!”

With that, the sands of the beach begin whisping violently, sharp obelisks erupting from the earth and cutting off the encroachment of angered Mareanie. The raging Pokemon topple over themselves trying to claw past the stone barrier, but the women sprint on through the jungle that lay inland.

Liah sighs with relief as Roxanne--armed with her sharp, rational mind--gives direction to their fleeing efforts. She follows the Gym Leader’s suggestion without hesitation, noting her agreement a quick nod as the two women blitz towards the island’s tropical treeline.

“Stone Edge!” 

Liah’s green eyes widen as she hears the surprisingly fierce command leave Roxanne’s mouth, and she tightens her grip on the Rock expert’s hand in protest. “No, don’t hurt th-!” the pacific Lady pleads breathlessly, glancing backwards to see the rocky obelisks merely serving to cut off their pursuers. “Nevermind!”

Liah was quickly learning not to doubt Roxanne’s decisions. Gods, was she smart.

Free from the Mereanies’ attention for the time being, the Johto traveler falls into a more relaxed step beside her companion. Roxanne, to her credit, doesn’t seem too fazed by the sudden chase, and it isn’t long before the pair comes across a fresh island spring. Liah pauses to admire the beautiful setting with the Gym Leader, tempted by the inlet’s tempting cool waters.

You are alright, aren’t you? They didn’t prick you or anything, I hope.

“I’m fine, thanks to your quick thinking,” Liah replies with a small, appreciative smile, kicking her boots off and dipping her legs in the spring with a sigh. She glances back at Roxanne with genuine empathy in her eyes. “And how are you? Do you have all of your research?”

Liah shakes her head after a brief pause, her breathing still somewhat labored after their jungle run together. “Those Mareanie were probably just upset because I intruded on their den and woke them up,” she reasoned sheepishly, her cheeks flushing as she felt the smooth scales from the cave pressing on her clenched palm. “I...I’m sorry. I know that you probably wanted a relaxing beach day. I just wanted to help you find something for your research...and I hope this can make up for some of our island trouble.”

Liah opens up her palm to reveal the radiant multicolored scales that she had retrieved from the Mareanie grotto. The smooth objects flash and flare in the setting sun, and the Lady’s eyes widen with surprise as she extends them to Roxanne. When Liah speaks next, her voice is hushed.

“They’re more beautiful than I expected...what do you think they are?”

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It’s with a great letdown that the sound of the engine’s whistle brings the two of them back to reality. No, Ingo could easily say that he’s never felt this way either, and this is why he’s so heedlessly allowed for such a feeling to carry him away so, now into the Unovan wilderness in the dead of night. He appears almost sorrowful now, why with such a fulfilling moment in time coming to such an abrupt end.

Silently, he squeezes her hand tighter, unsure of what to do, other than not to let go. More than ever before it seems, the world is his– theirs– But without her spirit, he would quickly fall back into place as the lonely battle boss on a stuffy train. It really seemed as though his adventure had started when he first found that hopeful letter of her’s oh so long ago.

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“But we have to catch it first… Are you ready for another game of tag? Because I think you’re it!”

“Wait, honestly...?!” a flustered Liah exclaims with surprise, half-laughing as Ingo gently touches her forehead before stealing away into the starlit Unovan night. The sight is incredibly amusing--here was Ingo, usually so composed in his writings and in person--sprinting off in his uniform like a schoolboy! The Lady gives her head an incredulous shake, feeling her heart swell as she gives chase, her legs pumping as both of them barrel--laughing--towards the steaming line.

She can’t just let him win, after all!

So Liah runs, completely ignoring the train’s blaring horn as she focuses only on Ingo’s flapping coattails in front of her. She’s determined to catch up--and she does, but only when the Subway Boss stumbles to an abrupt halt. Liah skids to the side with a gasp to avoid a collision with her penpal, placing a hand on Ingo’s shoulder to steady herself. Panting, she curiously follows her guide’s worried gaze.

“Oh… dear…”

It doesn’t take long for Liah to process what’s happening as the sleek train lurches forwards on the tracks--without them on it. Before either of them can really process the dilemma, their ride is already well on the way to its next stop. Oops.

And yet, despite their current dilemma, Liah doesn’t feel stressed at all--a pure credit to the man standing at her side. She squeezes Ingo’s shoulder, feeling it rise and fall from their previous chase. Alone in silence now, time seems to comfortably slow down once again, and the Lady has to laugh.

“Gods...this would happen on our first in-person meeting,” the Johtoan observes, breaking the quiet as she obscures her light mirth with a hand. “This might seem a little naive, but I don’t feel worried at all--even if our train has deserted us. Tonight, I could think of worse places to be...perhaps we could explore around for solutions? If you feel up to it, of course!”

Liah peers up at Ingo, her green eyes radiant in the moonlight as she moves loose green locks off of her forehead. The Lady’s voice takes on a more mischievous edge as she clasps his gloved hand with another giggle.

“Be honest with me, is that the first time that you’ve been late for anything?” she teases, a playful grin gracing her features. “The expression on your face as the train pulled away--it looked like you were going through a life-altering experience!”   

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Busy notating every little remnant of Pokémon colony found on the island, Roxanne loses track of time, her mind preoccupied with doodling her findings to the best of her non-artistic abilities. Carracosta and Hoothoot approach, the turtle carrying an assorted of undocumented samplings, while the tiny owl hurriedly beckons for the Leader’s attention.

“You seem rather enlivened! What has you this worked up, I wonder?”

Roxanne pays close attention to the bird-like Pokémon’s body language. She isn’t versed enough with Flying-types to make out exactly what each frantic movement means; still, the exchange lifts attention back towards the trail of scales she’d previously spotted.

Oblivious to the danger surrounding her, Liah quietly picks up a glittering scale off the sandy ground and clutches it in her hand, feeling its smooth surface pressing against her palm. After picking up a few other mementos from the ominous cavern, the Lady straightens up, exhales, and prepares to exit the secluded grotto--

And then, all hell breaks loose.

Meanie! Meanie! Meanie! Meanie!

A shrill chant suddenly surrounds the Johto native, and Liah can only turn and freeze with fright as a hulking coral-esque Pokemon blocks the entrance, Roxanne’s warning coming a little too late. Liah glances around in a cold sweat, white-knuckling her treasures and noticing the glowing, yellow eyes of several Mareanie. The wanderer had wandered headlong into a colony of the Poison Pokemon, and looming in front of her was the big boss itself.

“Gods...” Liah whispers softly, remembering to breathe as time slows to a crawl around her, the Mereanie moving in. “How...how are all of you today?”

The Lady’s been in this situation before, and an almost-imperceptible head nod from her serves as a signal to Hoothoot, who launches himself off of Roxanne’s shoulder towards his beloved trainer. When Toxapex and Mereanie turn to glare at the intruding owl, the tiny bird hits them all with his best Hypnosis attack, crimson eyes glowing brightly.

The attack doesn’t come close to knocking out the toxic anemones, but it does disorient them momentarily--long enough for Liah to blitz towards the entrance with her surprising athleticism. Hopping over a dazed Mereanie, the Lady motions towards Hoothoot, who ends his all-out hypnotic assault with the tiniest of sighs. The shrill battlecries start up almost automatically as the Poison Pokemon shake themselves from their stupors, and Liah tugs Roxanne’s hand without hesitation. Despite the situation, the free-spirited traveler looks invigorated, her emerald eyes bright with energy, sweat glistening on her brow. Glancing back at the cavern, her green hair windswept by the Alolan ocean breeze, Liah witnesses the incited Mereanie and lone Toxapex crawling out from their den.

"It makes sense that they’re upset--I did just break into their house,” Liah rationalizes breathlessly, ever the empathizer as she tugs on Roxanne slightly. “I still think we should consider running, though!”

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Kyanna watched them take their leave, keeping her gaze locked on the two until they disappeared out of her sight. Then, she turned back to her green-haired companion and shook her head with a sigh.

“I’m so sorry you had to go through that, they’re.. they’re good people, I promise.” Of course she couldn’t speak for everyone in Team Skull, and maybe she was biased but she did strongly believe that none of her fellow teammates had a truly bad bone in their body, even if they tried to. Not even the locals took them seriously, just saw them as an annoyance and little more, looked down on them even. 

“I guess you could say that, I’m no admin or anything like that but I do bake a lot of cookies and stuff. That’s something they appreciate about having me around, I guess...”  

Liah’s gaze softens as Kyanna defends her fellow grunts with an almost motherly air, nodding slightly as the tall Skull woman looks after their retreating figures. Previously frightened by the aggressive encounter, the empathetic Lady feels her heart twinge with sad sympathy. How many of these Grunts have families, or even love, in their lives? When Liah glances back up at Kyanna again, there’s an understanding smile on her face. 

"I’m not hurt or anything--actually, my heart aches for them both,” she declares earnestly before giving Kyanna a reassuring pat on the back. “Personally, I believe that you’re doing a very noble, important thing...everyone, no matter their circumstances, deserves love, guidance...and cookies!”

Her proverb-esque wisdom dispensed, Liah follows the Skull Grunt eagerly as she sets off for Haina Desert, eager to show Kyanna her adventurous spirit. A warm night wind rolls across the sands, and the Johto native exhales deeply, feeling the prickly grains glance her skin. The tall figure strolling in front of her is still such a mystery, and Liah has to hold back the dam of questions waiting to be asked for courtesy’s sake. As the full moon looms overhead, there’s one burning query that slips past her lips. 

“So, how did you come to join Team Skull? How long have you been part of it? Where do you stay?”

Okay, maybe more than one burning query. Liah claps a hand over her mouth in order to stem the curiosities, shaking her head with a light laugh.

“Gods, I’m sorry for all the questions...but I just have a ton of them!” she explains enthusiastically, her green eyes bright in the starlit night. “You and your team are so fascinating!” 

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“Do you…do you think it was that Pokemon? Oh Arceus, it just passed us…maybe it was relaxing around this island, away from everybody? Can you believe that?”

Roxanne is at a loss for words; if that light so-happened to be Manaphy, then has the Guardian of the Sea deemed the two women worthy enough to reveal itself in such a way? …or, is it merely teasing them to its own playful whims?

Lost in thought and mouth agape, the brunette treads water lightly behind Liah, enduring a well-deserved splash in reference to her victorious - yet unearned - race against her newest friend. “I couldn’t help myself, honestly!” Roxanne calls out with resignation, jumping from the shell of her ferry and planting her feet firmly against the sands.

Though an aesthetically-pleasing variety, I am not seeing anything of immediate importance...  

Liah frowns a little a Roxanne’s initial judgment, biting her lower lip determinedly as she scans the tide pools with renewed intensity. After trotting Hoenn’s Gym Leader all the way out to her secret spot, the Lady is determined to make their journey worthwhile with some radical discovery. She’s well aware that Roxanne is probably not impressed by much, having cataloged so many samples in her studies, but there had to be something new and exciting on this island! This was Alola, after all--a brave new world for traveling beachgoers like themselves.

Carra!

“Ah...oops!” Filled with resolute focus, Liah is so focused on the ground that she walks right into Carracosta, who immediately drops an armful of samples on the ground. “Sorry...here, and here!” the Lady apologizes sheepishly, helping Roxanne’s Pokemon pick up his precious load. Hoothoot helps where he can, fluttering around Liah’s head with some disapproving clucks of the beak. When all of the samples are secured again, the Johto native grins, laying a comforting hand on Carracosta’s solid shell. “You’re doing great--please feel free to let Hoothoot help out too. His eyesight is top percentage!” 

Hoothoot puffs himself out proudly as he lights on Carracosta’s shoulder, and the two Pokemon chatter quietly as they continue to hunt for natural treasure. Liah scans the small rocky island once again, gasping slightly as her eyes catch sight of a glittery scale half-hidden in the gravelly sand. She plucks one from the earth, and then another...soon, Liah realizes that the little trinkets are leading her somewhere--to the entrance of a pitch-dark grotto.

The Lady pauses at the cavern mouth, unafraid and extremely curious. Liah has always been an adventurer despite her restrictive upbringing, keeping the go boldly philosophy close to her heart. She glances over her shoulder--the Pokemon are trundling along the shoreline, and Roxanne is busy surveying the island...perhaps a quick peek wouldn’t hurt!

Liah steps inside with confidence, not knowing what she’ll find, only now realizing that she probably could use a flashlight. In the darkness, the Lady fails to notice the piles of Pokemon bones on the floor, or the quiet drowsing of a newly-awoken Mereanie colony...she only sees the tempting glitter of the scales.

Liah stops, hesitating for the first time as--a hundred yards away--Hoothoot senses danger for the first time with his Foresight. Pecking Carracosta to get his attention, the Tiny Owl flutters over to Roxanne and pecks at her too.

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He’s frozen in place for a moment, trying to recall what it meant to be it in a game he hadn’t played, or even thought of, in decades. But just like that, she’s off on her feet, jubilant and carefree as the child that never forgot, as Ingo had.

To be ‘ it ‘ means to give chase…

To chase after the very things you want most.

“Hey…! Liah, Liah, wait!” By the time that Ingo makes the connection, Liah has already made it halfway to the hills– still calling back to him, though– with all the unfettered grace of a woman now free.

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“Take me with you.”

Liah can’t help but laugh at Ingo’s declaration, her green eyes twinkling warmly in the moonlight as she beams over at the Subway Boss. The Lady reaches over to adjust his trademark conductor cap as she mulls over his response, her fingers gently tugging at the brim. A breeze ruffles through the hillside grasses, and Liah curls up closer to Ingo without hesitation, feeling his breath on her hair as she peers out towards the horizon.

“What if I don’t know where I’m going? Would you still come then...?” she ventures softly, an edge of mischief to her voice. “You seem a person who likes order, despite our adventure tonight...”

“But..!” Liah pauses dramatically, holding a finger up in the air for emphasis. “...I think that traveling together would be fun.” She stops again, giggling as she pokes Ingo lightly on the arm. “I hope that you have enought vacation days for an adventure--I think I’ve used all of mine already.”

Liah turns towards Ingo then, freezing as she becomes aware of their close proximity for the first time, the softness in his grey eyes, and how none of this feels awkward or unnatural at all. She sighs, and her breath trembles past her lips.

“I’ve never felt this way before,” she admits, forever honest to the core as she meets his gaze a little sheepishly. “Have you...?” 

But before Ingo can really answer, the sharp whistle of the train cuts through the placid night, sending Kricketot bumbling over the dewy grasses. The spell momentarily broken, Liah sits upright, her emerald eyes widening as she glimpses the soft glow of the train’s lights flickering to life from her vantage point on the hill.

The train seems like it’s a whole world away. Liah grasps Ingo’s gloved hand, running her thumb lightly across his knuckles. Everything would be okay--as long as she was with him.

“Should we go back...?” the Lady muses, casting a glance over at the humming train with a bit of uncertainty tinging her voice. “Do you think we can make it?”