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@evolutioniisms
TUTORIALS ?? get that tight shit out of my face !! you don’t need a tutorial to cross the street, you don’t need no tutorials to talk smack about Gary from Kanto ——– it’s TWO THOUSAND AND 17 BABY, you don’t need tutorials PERIOD
ind. sel. pri. PROFESSOR WILLOW by mango / awan, please read rules !!
" ,,, ugh. "
❛ Get out of my gym.❜
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' Man, is that bae or what? '
❛ Professor, I, do not know what you’d be referring to as ‘bae’, nor do I believe anyone who uses it as an adjective is using it correctly. So far I’ve noted that ‘bae’ is rather a noun, used for someone or something in replacement of ‘baby’.❜
❛ You. ❜
Blanche’s tone was enough for everyone in the general vicinity to STOP and look, though when they saw that their team leader’s victim was not them, they scuttled off as quickly as they could. Coat flapping behind them, they stride to the young looking man, they nearly look as if they’re going to STRANGLE him.
❛ You will be in my office in ten minutes, no earlier, no later, ❜ they hiss -- if Yukio looked, he would see they’re on their tippy toes to have their face a few inches from his. When they speak again, it’s a very quiet, nearly threatening growl: ❛ And I’m sure YOU of all people know my strict adherence to PUNCTUALITY. ❜
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( delightfulnurse. )
Of course she’d been alerted that the Center would be having important guests stop by but she hadn’t been told why, or even who it would be visiting that was so “important”. So at a quick first glance, the person standing in front of her station didn’t even seem that significant. But on second glance, their outfit and the way they simply carried themself stood out to her as who she’s been waiting for all day to show.
“Is there anything I can help you out with today…?”
❛ -- Nurse Joy. I am Blanche, leader of a research team under the Pokémon Go program called Team Mystic, ❜ they begin, crisply and professionally, per their usual spiel, ❛ I would like to introduce myself personally and thank you for your work, as you may notice an influx of Trainers with Go program team emblems on their person coming in for your help. ❜
( lanilunne. )
Lunala was a calm entity. She liked to fancy herself as a sweet pokemon who could make friends, or at the least comfortable acquaintances, with whomever who was willing enough. A lot of humans seemed to believe you had to be “worthy” to personally met her, but that was not true at all. To be “worthy” in her eyes, was to not be a malevolent creature bent on destruction. Those humans would quickly meet her wrath, along with any others who also fit the description. Otherwise? She was truly a kind pokemon, revered for her strength and at the same time, misunderstood because of it. Ironic.
Lunala was silent for a moment, enjoying the gentle fresh breeze that came in through Vast Poni Canyon, and absorbing the Moon’s pale beams for nourishment. She opened her eyes, staring down at the white-haired human with a half-lidded gaze.
❝( There is no need for thanks. )❞ Was all she said in return. She couldn’t take gratitude for, what she believed, something so trivial. Another pause. Lunala continue to eye the human, before snorting with an amused smile.
❝( So, I am sure you know my name, but I do not know yours. What is it? )❞
Their ... Name. Lunala wishes for their name. ‘Twas already astounding that she wanted their presence in the first place, but now their name? They are silent for a moment, studying the night sky with an expression that one of whom is unfamiliar with Blanche could only see as troubled. Fret not, they’re just deep in thought -- it’s a very common thing for them, and because of it, their team members think they’re considerably more unfriendly than they really are.
❛ My name is Blanche. ❜
They consider telling her that they’re from the islands, however, at the current moment, it’s needless information. They quietly wonder if Lunala would disapprove of them having left ... It was for personal and professional enhancement, though when they left, they had no intention on returning.
❝ It’s the INSECT BADGE! It’s insectible–I mean, incredible! ❞
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——as written by Jack. ( x / x )
( gocatchem. )
HE’S REAL QUIET FOR A SECOND, it’s number crunch and mental finance time for the Professor, and soon enough, he appears to have arrived at an answer; “ Is this a continuation of the project proposal you gave me last week ? I can allocate thirty-thousand PD’s for the job, but I’m basing that number off you and, let’s say, a team of 5 — or have you already sent any Mystic members over there to stand by ? ”
❛ Yes, it is. Make it twenty-thousand ₱ and I’ll cover my personal costs with my own money. The one out of region team member I intend on bringing with me and I will stay in the Kalosian Branch office, and the other expected members of this team are natives. I wouldn’t wish to step on the toes of the other teams or your own by hoarding our allocated funds. ❜
Blanche would ABSOLUTELY put their own comfort at stake for the sake of necessary research tools. If Professor Willow ever asked about it, they would never be dishonest with him -- they just might not divulge the ENTIRE truth.
( gocatchem. )
“ SURE —!! ” he loves questions, but then again, he’s especially biased towards his top assistants; “ —as long as you’ve got time for a few answers, that is. ”
❛ ..... ❜
They can’t tell whether he’s being ludicrous or not. Perhaps it’s because they had been spending too much time with Spark and Candela.
❛ –– ... How much of a budget do I have for taking a team to Kalos to study Mega Evolution? ❜
❛ -- Professor Willow, do you have time for a few questions? ❜
( @gocatchem. )
( craniumaniac. )
“Tch! Nice t’see ya, too! Did y’come up to me after all this time jus’ t’ start beef wit’ me?!” the kingpin spat defensively.
Yes, he recognized Blanche. That kid he tried to help one time whom didn’t actually need his help at all. The embarrassment. Guzma learned early on that’s what you get for trying to be a good guy, apparently.
❛ Hardly, ❜ they reply, barely letting him finish, ❛ And I did not ‘come up to you’, we merely happened to cross paths. Now, if you’ll EXCUSE me, I have WORK to do. ❜
For once, they do realize they’re coming off as harsh. They MEANT to. It ... Hurts them, in a way, to act so coldly towards him. But it’s his own fault, isn’t it? One does choose their own destiny, after all.
( kiraahachi. )
It started simply enough, a small animal peeking around bushes, around trees. It started innocently enough— tiny paws grabbing food from her belongings, scampering off into the grass to ( presumably ) eat. She’d seen the felid beast sniffing around her whereabouts for days before she began actively wondering about it: where was it when it wasn’t pilfering snacks ( that she TOTALLY WASN’T leaving for it on purpose )? Was it safe? Was it warm? She kept on wondering about it until she woke up one morning in the crook of a tree branch, cradled between the leaves, with a small ball of warmth nesting soundly on her stomach. That morning she’d spent scratching between it’s ears, under it’s chin, with a roseate heat spreading across usually frigid cheeks. That morning she also began to notice peculiarities that, while not life-threatening, were of well-placed concern.
DUST; it fell from the gikongan dispenser, neatly tucked into her belongings. Though assignments were plentiful she far preferred to remain in her true form rather than assume that of a meager human vessel— but this was circumstance, not solely brought on by the tuft of purple she was tucking into her knapsack, but one also spurred by a disproportionate unfamiliarity with these particular surroundings. This was a new jurisdiction after all and, like it or not, she’d suddenly become the guardian of one interesting feline— not that that was particularly unusual in of itself ( you see, it’s not that she wasn’t used to unique or one-of-a-kind cats, but rather this one was certainly NOT of the Shinigami variety and therefore was either an unheard of species OR very sick, the poor thing. ).
Walking the streets, wobbly-kneed in this horrid contraption, she comes across a building of relatively decent structure touting some form of competitive sport— to and fro, in and out, many ODD looking creatures are accompanying humans through the doors. She stands there observant for a span of several minutes, casing the architecture, sizing up the clientele, before deciding this may provide a clue to her newfound companion ( not that she was planning to keep it after ensuring it wasn’t sick, mind you, that would be absurd ). And so she enters the building, all four-foot-eleven eighty-three pounds, backpack full of hungry kitten, and eyes aloft with determined fury: the one in charge, the so-called Blanche, advertised within and beyond, was straight ahead. With no concern for anything in her path, she’s intimidating ( to the other patrons at least ) and bold: “I need you to look at my— this— kitten I found. It’s dying. You can help these things, can’t you?”
Mystic Office, Unova location, Castelia City. Blanche’s most visited branch office by FAR -- perhaps only rivaled by the Lumiose office -- more maintenance was required for this high-traffic subsidiary for trainer volume alone. This was only a quick trip: the Sinnoh office apparently had some papers that Blanche needed to sign personally ... Why they weren’t forwarded to Alola HQ was BEYOND them, though they didn’t mind traveling.
It wasn’t uncommon for Mystic members to TRY to talk to them, though if they were to reply, it was usually a very brief, crisp conversation. They were a busy individual, and they tried their best to be open and welcoming, but people pleasing wasn’t really their "thing”, as Spark and Candela would say. However, when this young woman ( who looked quite ill herself, not nearly as stable as someone so hellbent should be ) bustled up to her making demands, they couldn’t help but stop.
The foyer falls to all but a hush, whispers of Someone got Leader Blanche to stop? What’s going on? and the like begin buzzing around the room. Blanche, unfazed by any of this commotion or rather, lack thereof, is HARDLY intimidated by this tiny woman, and tucks their arms behind their back, chin raised, brow arched. They themselves are a rather SMALL force to be reckoned with, and though they aren’t daunted by her presence in the least, they do hold a considerable amount of RESPECT for her already.
❛ No. This is a Team Mystic branch office, NOT a Pokécenter. However, if it is an emergency, I can give it a general physical and help you get there. ❜
( lanilunne. )
While hardly anyone revered her as faithfully as people did centuries ago, she was still attached to her sanctum. Flights with no predetermined end in mind nor with any thought in the act itself, tended to move in the direction of the Altar dedicated to the Moone. The current phase of it hardly mattered, but the beast did like to visit especially when the Full Moon shined down upon the ancient stone and blue markings. How fortunate, to come across someone else who possible held a similar reason.
She has always been feared. Regarded with caution by skittish adults and their influenced children, spoken about with awe and terror due to her cries heard in the night and nebulous body which could steal heaven’s light. While she could understand it all, and did like the empowering feeling it gave her, there was no reason to be afraid. She was no unfriendly beast; her wrath was only unleashed on those who earned it.
The beast’s ever so attentive gaze lingered on the human, before a smile spread across her features.
❝( Why leave so soon? The Moon has just reached its peak. )❞ Lunala’s soft telepathic voice called out, head turning to view the sacred object which stood high among the parted clouds.
❝( Stay, and enjoy the light with me. This landmark has no true owner…well, aside from the Moon itself. )❞
To hear Lunala’s voice startled them. Gentle, like the night breeze itself -- it almost sounded what Blanche could only hope to recognize as MOTHERLY, though, they wouldn’t really know. They are capricious, the guide reads in their head again, and though some of them are capable of verbal communication, most are not, as far as we’re aware. If one speaks to you, it would be wise to listen to them -- it may mean life or death. Ugh. They always disapproved of how the guide made it sound as if all Legendaries were malevolent BEASTS. They would not have watched over mankind for so long if they were, correct?
Releasing the breath that they did not realize they held, they relaxed -- a bit. While it did not seem as if Lunala was going to attack them, they still felt as if they did not have the RIGHT to be in such a place with such an ancient, admirable being. They didn’t feel worthy, for they had left their island, their heritage, though ... They did come back, didn’t they?
And so, they sit. Making their way up to a stair a bit closer to the center, they can’t help but gaze in wonder at the sheer beauty that is this figure of folklore. They can hardly believe she’s real, still on the same plane as humans, let alone right in front of them. ❛ I ... Suppose. Thank you. ❜
( walkingnova. )
The reflection cave: a 200 acre natural ( abit abnormal ) structure containing reflective, powerful rock & various formations, making it nothing less than the perfect home for various rock pokemon. Olympia had of course made plans earlier in the week to find a priceless stone for herself ; Prophetic dreams told her to get on her feet & prepare for the long journey. Of course, she had flown to shalour, did a bit of shopping for goodies, & bid her flying companion a swift adieu. It was incredibly rare for her to go exploring, her introverted ways & list of kinesises did her well, made her very comfortable in her life. However! She was a flexible introvert, & enjoyed the various beauties around her. The wingull did their routines, flying early in the morn to the ocean side, from west to east. Olympia looked up & smiled warmly, it was exhilarating, to begin on her voyage, why, she felt like a young trainer!
The alakazites lie deeply within reflection cave, gleaming gold & bronze, apropos to the skins of it’s psychic wielder. She simply must have it, the heavens demand it, She pondered, on just how powerful her father’s alakazam could become ( he was already powerful enough, but with every new concentrated item filled with energies came more power ) about fourty five minutes passed & she began to notice dulled rocks & dust filled crystals dotting the landscape, as well in particular, one white haired trainer, thumb sliding across their caster’s screen.
‘ Hello there. Are you on your way towards reflection cave as well? ‘ ( @evolutioniisms .
Holo casters. Blanche’s preferred field communicator, but, for some reason, it was acting up. Perhaps because of some sort of field put out by the alakazite deposits? They almost started to wish they brought an X-transceiver, as well ( their second preferred ) -- though merely to see if all pocket tech was disturbed. This is unlikely though, remembering that their caster was a bit sticky before they left the lab ... Spilled soda, probably. Spark. Blanche makes a mental note to remind him that NO ONE was allowed in Mystic laboratories anywhere around the world save authorized Mystic team members.
Ah, well. It didn’t matter much at this point: their destination was just ahead. It would be a SHAME to leave now ... The matter not being that they can come back any time, but the fact that someone else may get one of the few VIABLE stones within the cave. However, it would be dangerous to enter a cave without the proper gear -- it was dangerous to do field work anywhere without it. And here? Without a communicator, if they slip and fall somewhere ... They’re ripped from their thoughts and absent tapping by their vaporeon chirping at someone passing by, someone speaking to them.
❛ … Yes, I am, ❜ they reply in perfect Kalosian, hoping that this is the CORRECT response to a question they didn’t actually hear as they turn to set their gaze upon the speaker. They would not be surprised to find psychic users anywhere near here but HER? They’re thankful they’ve made themselves familiar with the names and statuses of the Leagues across regions. ❛ ... Leader Olympia. Don’t you already have a crystal for yourself? ❜
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