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Red nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard someone’s voice from behind him. He snapped his head around to see what it was, only to find what seemed to be someone who lives here–or at least knows the area better. He was about to sign an avalanche of questions when she offered to room him for the night.

Naturally, he was a bit suspicious at first. It just seemed a little too convenient that this individual lived in the forest. Still, it’s not like he had much of a choice, lest he stay out here throughout the night. (Which wouldn’t usually be a huge problem, but he had no camping supplies.) So he hurried to catch up with her, Pikachu clinging to his clothes with sharp little claws.

He figured that he could ask a few basic questions while they were walking, too. He quickly signed “do you understand sign language?” If she didn’t, it’d probably be one heck of a time trying to communicate, but it wasn’t like he hadn’t dealt with it before.

The Hex Maniac could hear the crunching of the traveler’s footsteps over dried leaves as he caught up and fell into step beside her. He was unusually quiet, and when she turned to face him after a prolonged silence she discovered why; his hands were moving in a methodical pattern, depicting a language she had heard of but never witnessed in person. Having grown up in isolation as she had, she’d never had a chance to learn even the basics of sign language, nor the need to do so.

“I’m unfamiliar with this particular method of communication,” Ava stated simply. It was just fine by her, to be perfectly honest; she much preferred silence and solitude, after all. “My apologies.”

No more than a moment later the pair arrived at a dilapidated temple in a small clearing; the place had been abandoned for some time, so no one had complained when the potion enthusiast had decided to take up residence there. Ava slid open the wooden doors and motioned for the stranger to follow her inside.

After dropping off her bundle of firewood Ava lit a small oil lamp on the counter, lighting up their surroundings; it was all one single room, cluttered from floor to ceiling with plants, books, and loose scattered papers; nearly every surface was covered with glass jars and vials filled with various mysterious contents.

“My name is Ava. What is your name?” The redhead approached the trainer once more with a small blank journal in one hand and a pen in the other, offering them both out to her soon-to-be-acquaintance. “I hope this is acceptable. Since sign language is foreign to me I suppose this is the next best thing.”

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pkmn-red:

@fangandflower

It had been a long time since Red had been to the Ilex Forest. The last time he went was likely… hm. It was probably just after leaving Mount Silver about a decade ago. He had come back to explore the lush forest and observe the native Pokemon.

The only problem was, he was lost. Very, very lost.

Maybe he shouldn’t have followed one of the wild Farfetch’d deep into the woods, but the little flying type was just so cute! That, and Pikachu kept squeaking at it and trying to get closer. He doubted that the Farfetch’d meant any harm by taking them deeper–probably–but it sure did get the two of them lost. He tried desperately to find where he came from, but everything just blended together and looked the same.

He wasn’t scared, but he wasn’t exactly comfortable with being lost either.

Ilex Forest was as familiar to Ava as the back of her own hand -- more so, even, as she quietly made her way through the woods. Her footsteps were completely silent as her bare feet nimbly stepped over fallen twigs and dried leaves. Her satchel was full of mushrooms she had gathered for her supper, and she cradled a small bundle of sticks in her arms for the fire. She had nearly made it back home when she noticed a figure in the distance. Stealthily approaching him from behind, she sized him up -- while she couldn’t be certain he appeared to be a pokemon trainer.

"Are you lost, traveler?” The Hex Maniac spoke finally, announcing her presence. She looked up; the canopy of branches nearly blocked out the sky, but the fading orange light of the setting sun still filtered through the leaves. “It’s nearly dark. The woods can be perilous at night.”

Ava knew better than most. There would be no moon tonight, so attempting to navigate the forest with nothing to light the path would prove disastrous for someone who didn’t know their way.

“My shop is nearby. If you would like shelter for the night please follow me. Otherwise, enjoy wandering aimlessly through the dark.” She turned away to continue the journey home, hardly giving the man time to ponder the decision.

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empathy v. apathy (katorea & ava)

@miegalius

It was Ava's first time at a beach, and she already hated it. The sun was much too bright, and there were way too many people around. Still, she had to admit that she had already collected a fair amount of new ingredients to begin using in her potion experiments. Her satchel bag was full almost to bursting with different types of shells and a fair amount of seaweed, as well as a few crystallized lumps of sea salt she had found in a tide pool.

She was getting ready to leave when she spotted a figure alone on the beach. It was odd, most of the other patrons of the beach were accompanied my friends or loved ones. The woman stood out in other ways -- her hair was long and fluffy like a cloud, and her sleepy expression only added to her overall soft appearance.

Ava would be silly not to take advantage of such a naive-looking stranger. With a newfound lightness in her steps, she crossed the sandy beach until she was standing next to her newly selected victim acquaintance.

"Good afternoon, miss." Ava's own expression had taken on a practiced smile. She was always in need of cash to sustain the expenses of traveling. There were certain types of people who simply couldn’t say no, and this woman looked like she fit the bill -- and she looked wealthy, too. “You look awfully sleepy. Can I interest you in a vitality elixir? It’s made with fresh, exotic wild forageables. I normally sell them for 100 pokedollars, but for you I’ll let one go for 80! What do you say?”

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do you believe in magic? (syria & ava)

@clichetress

After a few days of foraging in the desert, Ava found herself with her pockets heavy with new ingredients to begin experimenting with, but painfully low on funds. As mundane as it was, the redhead knew that she needed money in order to eat and keep herself healthy enough to carry on with her work. Luckily, she always carried with her a bit of stock from her shop for such an occasion.

All she had to do was find a sucker customer. As she sat on a bench at a park the redhead quietly watched the slews of people going about their day. Although a bustling city like Nimbasa was not her preferred environment, the high population offered plenty of opportunities to make some quick cash – and she was nothing if not opportunistic. Finally, her gaze landed on a victim potential patron: a petite blonde woman with the most innocent doe-eyes you could imagine. She looked soft and unassuming – and downright gullible, Ava decided.

Slipping from her spot on the bench, she weaved her way through the park until she was standing in front of the blonde, blocking her path.

“Hello there, miss. You look like you could use a productivity potion!” Ava’s practiced expression of innocence was almost second-nature to her; it was difficult for anyone to say no to a face like that. She held out a small glass vial in her hands, sealed with a cork and a layer of black wax. The cloudy mixture inside seemed to be glowing somewhat, with particles of what appeared to be crushed flower petals. “This tincture is made with fresh ingredients from an exotic region--and love, of course! It’s guaranteed to increase energy and motivation, instantly. It can be yours for a modest price of 40 Pokedollars! Quite a bargain, don’t you think?”

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here grew willows and alders, their trunks twisted like giants’ sinews. around them bark lichen bloomed blue-white in the darkness. it felt like a good place, where there was old magic.

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