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Hiya! Oh, you’re a Trainer!

That means you’re using Pokémon Boxes! I love meeting end users!

Oh, what’s up? Why that ASTONISHED look?

Oh, right, sorry! There I go running my mouth again!

My name’s Bebe! You know the PC Pokémon Boxes?

I’m the SYSTEM ADMINISTRATOR!

#{ promo. }

her name:

There is a direct correlation between Amanita’s name and her emotions. The more turbulent (negative) they are, the more her name gets scrambled.

It’s an endearing character trait, isn’t it?

... No? 8)

#{ hc. }

celioplusplus:

⊰ ⊗ ⊱

And people said that the stereotype about all Unovans being obnoxiously loud was just a stereotype. By the time Amanita had finished speaking ( more like screeching ) Celio’s ears had all but completely been swallowed up by a painful ringing sound; he only even noticed that she’d stopped talking because her lips weren’t moving any more. What was with all the talk of Zubat and Swoobat and Noibat? He’d never suggested that she were any sort of bat at all! Now that it was mentioned out loud at all though he couldn’t help but think that she’d make a dreadfully good Noibat, if only for the sheer volume she somehow managed to push into every syllable with her tiny little child lungs.

Or something. His ears were still hurting so bad he had to take a moment to piece together what it was she was saying.

"Shipping… Glasses??”

"Amanita, that’s… What in the world even are shipping glasses?? Are you even old enough to know what that is?? Why would you sister make you have anything to do with that??!!”

Amanita wailed, and covered her (blind! blind as a bat!) eyes with her hands. She didn’t actually know what they were, but if big sis brought it up, it couldn’t have been anything good. Big sis had probably never realised that her activity on the internet could be accessed by simply checking her browser history, or -- just by looking at the Frequently Visited Sites on the start-up page of her web browser.

She sighed, very, very loudly.

“What are they, anyway? Big sis never really explained, Celio. I’m not sure if I want her to, that’s not something I should let me curiosity run after, but she said ... she SAID THAT --”

Her voice steadily crescendoed as did her emotions. Anannatia inhaled, and then shook her head. She didn’t really know what they were, except that she did not want to wear them ever. Big sis had very strange expressions on her face sometimes. Expressions that Ammmanta did not want to see herself wearing someday.

Amannaita tried to explain herself, but couldn’t really find the words to. She tossed her hands up into the air, and stared in Celio’s general direction (well, a patch of green atop a head must have been Celio and no one else).

“-- BIG SIS SAID I’LL KNOW SOMEDAY! I DON’T WANT TO! I DON’T WANT HER GLASSES!”

#celioplusplus #( she doesn't know why either )#( celio should have a Talk with fennel really )

dullchroma:

“Amanita, that’s such a nice name! As in, the Unova box developer, right? I’m just as honored!” She manages to mask her disbelief rather well but this is definitely an unexpected turnout. Maybe she should have suspected something, with the lab coat and all.

There was a lot of talk about how young their box developer is, and rightfully so. Most of the ones in other regions are adults, due to the skills required to work with that kind of technology. For a child to be able to do the same thing is an incredible feat! Because of that alone, she could possibly be the most well known of all of them. To think that she might be a fan of hers is so cool.

It’s really cute though, how the girl fumbles around for her pen and notebook, as if Mei might disappear if she doesn’t get it out in time. Amanita must be really into Riolu Girl.

At the quickly spoken and loud request, she pauses, eventually laughing lightly and nodding. Giving autographs are one of the great pay offs of being an actor, so she’s happy to oblige. Carefully, she takes both items and flips to an empty page.

“Of course! Let’s see now…” Mei sticks out her tongue as she writes, making sure her signature isn’t missing anything before she turns the notebook back towards the other, open so that she could see it. “There! Does that look alright?”

To Super Amanita From

Amanita was trying her best not to oscillate in her shoes. Oh, oh, oh man!! Did Riolu Girl know who she was? But she wasn’t nearly as powerful or noble in intentions; all she ever did was send her fingers a-dancin’ over the keyboard and magical things happened, but never had she ever had to fight someone as scheming and mad as Brycen-Man!

She stared with bated breath as Riolu Girl signed her name, and even addressed it to --

“Super Amanita?!” she could’t help but read it aloud in a sharp whisper.

Amanita gasped, and her hands flew to clap over her mouth.

“It’smorethanalright!” Amanita’s syllables started leaping over her words as her heart thundered the fastest it had ever gone in her life. “It’s perfect?! Oh my gosh... No, wait a second -- I’m... I’m no-one super, though?! Is that really alright?”

With wide eyes, Amanita stared up at Riolu Girl. She was only a box developer, with no costume beyond her lab coat! Nervously, she fiddled with the ends of her braids.

#dullchroma #( not at all! and )#( omg that's a great signature! )

CHARACTER FLAWS.

REPOST, DON’T REBLOG !

BOLD the ones that apply ! italicize the ones that may apply ! strike ones that could have applied in the past !

absent-minded // abusive // addict // aggressive // aimless // alcoholic // aloof // anxious // arrogant // audacious // bad liar // big mouth // bigot // blindly obedient // blunt // callous // childish // chronic heroism // clingy // clumsy // cocky // competitive // corrupt // cowardly // cruel // cynical // delinquent // delusional // dependent // depressed // deranged // disloyal // ditzy // egotistical // envious // erratic // fickle // finicky // flaky // frail // fraudulent // guilt complex // gloomy // gluttonous // gossiper // gruff // gullible // hedonistic // humorless // hypochondriac // hypocritical // idealist // idiotic // ignorant // immature // impatient // incompetent // indecisive // insecure // insensitive // lazy // lewd // liar // lustful // manipulative // masochistic // meddlesome // melodramatic // money-loving // moody // naive // nervous // nosy // ornery // overprotective // overly sensitive // paranoid // passive-aggressive // perfectionist // pessimist // petty // power hungry // proud // pushover // reckless // reclusive // remorseless // rigorous // sadistic // sarcastic // senile // selfish // self-martyr // shallow // sociopathic // sore loser // spineless // spiteful // spoilt // stubborn // tactless // temperamental // timid // tone-deaf // traitorous // unathletic // ungracious // unlucky // unsophisticated // untrustworthy // vain // withdrawn // workaholic

tagged by: @dullchroma ( i still owe you a reply!! omgosh but thanks 4 the tag )

tagging: who... can i tag? UH rip if you’ve been tagged b4 @celioplusplus @giarupack + whoever else wants to take a stab at this!

Pokemon sentence starters

“There is nothing more beautiful and terrifying than innocence.“

“You said you have a dream.”

“We have a lot in common, the same earth, the same air, and the same sky. Maybe if we started looking at what’s the same instead of always looking at what’s different….well, who knows? “

“ Physical wounds can be treated without much difficulty, but emotional wounds are not so easy to heal. “

“The city has been plunged into darkness by a power failure.”

“ Excuse me, but are you by chance the oddball of your family?”

“ Did you think of anything yet?

“One mystery leads to another.”

“ This must be a pretty dangerous town.”

“My picture’s going to be on posters… when I’m a big famous star.”

“My nose feels like it’s on fire.

“ I’ve got tons more energy than I know what to do with!”

““I meant all perfumes are a ripoff because all they do is turn guys into zombies.”

“ Losing an official hat is like losing your best friend.”

“ “It takes a genius to realize a fishing net is the perfect weapon!”

“Every day it’s cake and tea/just like Pokemon and me.”

“ Looks like the ghost Pokemon got spooked.”

“Are you guys trying to be funny? Your routine really isn’t working for me.”

“Your sense of direction’s so bad you can’t find yourself in a mirror.”

“Good friendships last forever even though friends don’t always stay together.”

“We’re defending the beauty of truth and love.”

“There’s never been a happier me. “

“I could write a book about the secrets of love and heartache! “

“ You really do care! “

“Now bikini season’s over and I’ll have to wait another year to meet a girl!”

“Thank badness we survived.”

“I don’t know how you’ll ever control your pokemon. You can’t even control yourself.”

“You have to follow your dream no matter what.”

“What’s wrong? Why are you two looking at me like that? “

“It’s just weird to see you looking like a girl.

“Masters? I’m twice as smart as those two watt lightbulbs you’re calling masters!”

“I hate water. Especially wet water.”

“What’s more important, a Pokemon battle or your life?”

“Water’s my specialty!”

“Reality can really bum you out.”

“That’s a big Pokemon.”

“So size does matter.”

“There’s always something new to look for in our lives… and in ourselves.”

“The road’s gotta be somewhere. “

“ What are you talking about? She looks just like all the other Joys.”

“ “Sure has a lot of spunk.”

“I’ll be here on the sidelines, cheering you on, waiting to drag your carcass away at the end. “

“It’s times like these that make me want to go straight.”

“I’ll do anything, let’s just get out of this forest.”

“Flattering? This picture makes me look terrible! “

#{ memes. }

dullchroma:

@espsilon

“Riolu Girl?… Yes, that’s me.” Mei straightens up at the sight of a young girl approaching her about her past role. She’d admit that it’s comforting to be Riolu Girl to some of the people in Unova. It makes her feel a little bit special. “And what’s your name? It’s nice to meet you.”

Her attitude is deliberately very friendly and approachable– as she gets into the persona she’d created for Riolu Girl to make sure everything goes smoothly. It can be disappointing when a fictional superhero isn’t as nice and positive in real life, so acting in situations like this tends to work best.

Amanita’s eyes widened. So she had been right! She wasn’t seeing things, like she had thought she was! Riolu Girl was right before here, in the flesh!! Where was her notebook?! Her marker pen was in the lab coat’s right pocket, but where -- where in the world was her little red notebook of notes?!

Oh, there it was. Amanita pulled it out after the marker pen, relieved that she hadn’t just let a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity like this slip by.

“Riolu Girl!! Oh, it really is you -- I’m... I feel so honoured! My name is Amanita! Can I... Can I... pleasegetyourautograph?!”

In an uncharacteristically shy manner, Amanita held out the notebook and pen to Riolu Girl. Please say yes, she prayed fervently, please!!

#dullchroma #( it does!! amanita can finally meet her superhero )

yoshisnothere-deactivated202006

#{ narrative. }#( she really does think this but alas )#( the life of a boxdev )

whatcorpse

#{ insp. }

@giarupack -- continued from here

“Amanita?”

She didn’t wait for the girl to answer before ushering her in to the dining area. It was raining lilipups and purlions out there! The priority was getting her dry and warm. The lab would take care of the latter, but she need to get something to dry her off. She waved a hand at one of her lab assistants to get a towel or something while she would see if she had some spare clothing the girl could fit into—at least a shirt just to keep her dry.

“You’re soaked to the bone. Let me get you something dry to change into.”

She’d come back later with a sweater that was obviously too large for her but would fit as a dress.

“Here. You can wear this while we get your clothes dried.”

Amanita was a picture of distress in her overly-large lab coat, and her hair was strewn all over messily. She had somehow managed to undo her braids before they tangled themselves. Her hair draped over her small shoulders like a messy curtain, but that was the least of her problems.

She tugged at the sleeves of her lab coat until she’d pulled the entire coat off herself, which left her standing in her polo tee and shorts. Amanita squirmed as she was then lifted up by one of the assistants and promptly towelled down like a wet herdier.

“Hey! Hey!!”

Up and over her head, and then upon her hair the towel went. The assistant was going to get her hair tangled - did they know nothing about hair care - they were going to end up curly - wait a second there, those were her glasses - her cheeks were going to hurt - that was her ear --

“STOP!! NO MORE! I WILL BITE!!”

Amanita sputtered and screamed as she tore herself away from the assistant’s grasp, and flung herself straight towards Professor Juniper, who seemed like the only beacon of sanity in the lab.

She darted behind Professor Juniper’s legs, and stared daggers at the assistant who was still holding the large towel.

“My goodness.”

#giarupack

her accent:

Despite coming from the pkmn-equivalent of NYC, Amanita doesn’t speak in a Brooklyn accent or anything like that. Her English sounds right out one of those old-timey movies: The Transatlantic Accent. (Head on down to Wikipedia for more info. Or just look for videos on Youtube.)

So yes, she sounds like she’s channelling Katharine Hepburn or just about any classic Hollywood actor from yesteryear.

#{ hc. }

mocrosoft:

“I think it’s time to call it a night…” He’s done it again, staying up for a day or two on end without taking a break. He’s so absorbed with his work that he hardly notices the time. Removing his glasses he rubs at his eyes and releases a soft sigh. “I think I’ll go for a walk first.”

And with that he rises from his seat and walks out of the observatory into the cool night air. That’s when he notices someone nearby and offering a kind smile he lifts his hand and waves. What were they doing out here so late he wonders.

“Alola! Can I help you with something?”

Oh, it was Molayne! Wasn’t he the one who made the Alolan PC system, or something like that? She’d heard about him and his reputation.

A giggle preceded Amanita’s introduction as she waved at him the Alolan way. Everyone here was so friendly, so beautiful, and so in tune with nature compared to Unova. Oh, Unovan cities were so dreadful sometimes with their ceaseless development. (Internet speeds were fantastic though, and probably second only to Kalos. Speaking of which, where had that punkish guy run off to these days?)

“You must be Molayne. Do you know who I am? Would you like a hint?”

#mocrosoft #( hi hi!! )

celioplusplus:

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Looking for a lost pair of glasses was one thing, but what kind of search method involved teeth? Celio was almost too busy grazing over the bite mark with his fingertips to try coaxing it into not hurting quite as much to listen to a word she said ( but that was wholly impossible, at least while she was being so loud ). Amanita was still a child, sure, but even she had to be too old to want to start teething on her glasses. He flicked his own pair up closer to his eyes, as though her plight had reminded him that he was also bespectacled and that he may as well make a show of still having his.

“So you planned on sticking things into your mouth until you bit something that tasted like glasses?? That’s supremely weird. How could you ever mistake my leg for them, anyway?? I can help you look, but don’t — don’t do that.You’ve got teeth like a Sharpedo or something, honestly…”

Amanita was thankfully spared from the pain of having to see Celio with his glasses on. Oh, if only she was taller! She’d be able to use Celio’s glasses to find her own!

“Yes. Yes, that is indeed my plan. Perhaps you would want to suggest something better? How does one in need of glasses see without theirs? I am not a zubat. Or a swoobat. OR A NOIBAT!”

She sniffled, as worry started to creep into her heart. What if they were broken? Big sis had only just gotten them made for her! Why, oh why did this have to happen to her on this rural island? Celio was of no help, either! Amanita gnashed her teeth together in frustration, and twirled her braids around her fingers as she firmly sat herself cross-legged on the floor.

“I don’t want big sis to... to... make me...”

She was scared of big sis sometimes, especially when big sis was hanging out with that Shauntal girl! Whatever the glasses big sis spoke of were, they were not ones she wanted to wear upon the bridge of her nose!

Amanita took a shuddering breath, and her chest puffed from the huge breath she had just taken in.

“I don’t want to have to wear SHIPPING GLASSES! CELIOOOO!!”

#celioplusplus #( fennel is as fennel will be honestly )#( what kind of environment is this girl growing up in smh )