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“To a none native speaker?  Not really, but if you put it up against ‘pure’ it’s obvious it’s not the same.  It’s sort of a bastardized version?  English and Kalosian mixed together and yet both of them are changed a little to make it fit?”  Remy gave a small shrug, unsure if he was making any sense at all.  

Bright grey, almost silver in the right light snapped up and he searched her face.  How many people had he showed the photo to?  How many people had just ignored him, turned their backs.  Just another person swallowed up in the crowd, trying to gain their own fame off the backs of Pokemon.

“I… Oui.”  He shifted a little and pulled out his holocaster. tapping at the screen.  When he turned it around to show Luel, a picture filled the screen.  “His name’s Émile Matthieu Lachance, mon frère aîné.”  Remy set his sights on the ceiling, sharp teeth pressed hard into his bottom lip.  “He’s been missing over a month.  No one seems to want to believe me, they keep saying he’s just off doing what he always does, that he’ll come back, empty handed and loaded with apologies.  But…  They don’t know him like I do.  Something’s happened, even before I fought with Alex, I knew something wasn’t right.”  He looked back to Luel and offered her a small smile.  “Sorry,  this…  it’s got nothing to do with you right?  I don’t even know why I’m telling you any of this.”

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“A bastardized version?” Luel repeated curiously. What a strange way of explaining it. But she nodded nonetheless, accepting it. To each their own. Maybe she would visit Snowbelle the next time she was in Kalos, the temperature differences ignored for the sake of curiosity.

Shock passed over her face at the admission. “A month?! A whole month, and no one believes you? That’s horrible!” She leaned forward as he held the device out, scanning the photo for several seconds. Not a face she’d seen yet, if her memory served her right, but a face she’d make sure to remember if she saw it again. With an apologetic frown, she shook her head. “I can’t say I’ve seen him, but I’ll keep an eye out nonetheless.”

Her fingers picked at the edges of her apron, upset at her inability to help Remy further. It was such a horrible position for him to be in, surely; the thought of ever being in his position was one that almost physically hurt her. “It might not have anything to do with me, but I can’t imagine anything worse than my sister going missing, especially for so long... So if there’s anything I can do to help, I want to do it.” Luel paused for a moment, realising she hadn’t recognized the other name he’d mentioned. “Fought with Alex?”

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The touch to his leg had him pulling it back, a sheepish smile on his face.  “You really don’t have to do that mon amie, I’m fine.”  Remy leaned forward just a little to take the cloth from Luel.  She’d spilled it on him, that was true, but she didn’t actually have to go so far as to clean him.  It was… well, really weird.

“The language here is strange.  I’m really not used to hearing anything other than Kalosian.  And even then, pure isn’t something I heard much.  Snowbelle, were I come from, has it’s own dialect.”  The cloth was rubbed over his shin when he pulled his foot up onto the chair, watching Luel from over his knee.

Vesi shifted enough that she could stretch out onto the bent knee, her front paws holding most of her weight as she watched the cloth move.  She snapped her teeth at it when it got close, causing her trainer to laugh into her fur.  “Quit it  ma chérie.  You’ll miss and bite my fingers and then you’ll feel bad and spend all day whining and trying to lick them better.”

The question had Remy stilling his movements for a moment then seemed to collect himself again, leaning forward to wring the cloth back out.  Wet fingers plucked at the bandage on his arm as he answered.  “I’m… looking for someone.  So neither of those things.  Hoenn wouldn’t be my first choice for a place to visit, it’s too hot compared to where I come from, and my Pokemon are suffering.  I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t important.”  Bright grey turned back to watch his own hand move along his leg.

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Although with a hint on confusion, she nodded and let him take the rag. She couldn’t exactly argue, though the rule of always seeing to her own messes was one she generally tried to follow to the letter. No longer needed on the floor, she moved back to her feet and instead sat against the edge of the desk.

“Is your Kalosian really that different?” Luel asked with a tilt of her head. Of course there were customers that often came in, strange words on their tongues and accents she often couldn’t place, but more often than not she thought them just not Kalosian at all. It was easier to believe them different languages entirely than to add more to her list of things to learn.

A small frown formed at his explanation. Hoenn was large, and the crowds were always shifting with new travelers it seemed. Searching for one person in the masses couldn’t be easy, especially if his Pokemon’s distress took up some of his attention as well. “Do you have a photo of them? Many people come through our restaurant every day, so perhaps...” It was a long shot, but she had to at least offer.

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Robin turned around, to see a red-headed girl addressing him. He paused, before rubbing the back of his head.

“Uh… No, I’m fine?” He said, uncertain of his own words.

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She frowned doubtfully. It sounded more like he was asking rather than telling, and it gave her the courage to continue. “I apologize if I overstep my bounds, but I don’t think arguing with your teammate like that will get you very far. Shouldn’t you be working together instead of fighting?”

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Luel Wight:

I’ve just realised I don’t even know if I’m feeding Orchid the right things... A-are there things that dog Pokemon can’t eat? Is there a special diet? I still don’t even know if she’s been caught before, can I check that somehow? Do I have to do anything special to keep a Pokemon in a ball?

I’ve never had to think about these things! M-maybe I’m not fit to own a Pokemon after all!

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Rémy gave the place a once over, bright grey flickering around quickly.  Looked nice, clean, the kind of place Emile wouldn’t turn his nose up at (nothing like the greasy burger joints Rémy himself loved).  

He sat quietly when he was shown were to go, stretching his legs out in front of him and wrinkling his nose.  Tea…  It had to be fucking tea.  He laughed and tipped his head over the back of the chair, staring up at the ceiling while he waited for the kind stranger to return.  “Guess we’re meeting all sorts huh ma chérie?”  

With a groan he straightened back up when the woman came back, smiling at the praise to his Pokemon.  The beast in question just made a noise and climbed onto his wide shoulders, both tails wrapped around his neck.  “Ah, merci.  Her name’s Vesi.  And I’m Rémy Lachance.”  He smiled and offered his hand out, his accent curling around his name to pronounce it correctly.  “May I ask yours mon amie?”

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Luel grasped his hand gently, giving it a light shake before she released it. “Vesi and Rémy Lachance. It’s a pleasure to meet you both! My name is Luel Wight.” A smile was offered to Vesi, respectful of the seemingly shy Pokemon despite her thoughts of just how soft her fur must be. Perhaps she could be convinced into relaxation with some food?

Returning her hands to the water, she removed one of the rags and wrung out the excess. “It’s funny how nice it is to hear Kalosian outside of work, now that I’m living here,” she said as she dabbed the rag against his leg. It was funny, in a way, seeing as how they normally kept the Kalosian to a minimum to appeal to more traveled guests. Now it seemed she only heard it in the form of simple greetings and backtalk behind the scenes to make sure no Hoenn natives chanced overhearing them. “It’s not even my first language, but it reminds me of home now.”

She pushed the edges of sadness away from her tone, determined not to dwell on such things. But also, she made a note to see about taking a weekend trip back home soon. A trip to the apartment, maybe down to see her favorite pastry shop with some of the spending money she’d allowed herself to keep. “Are you here for vacation, monsieur? Or living here, perhaps? I don’t wish to assume, but I’m new to this area myself, so it’s hard for me to tell.”

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“Come on, Gladius. Don’t chicken out on me now.”

The Gallade folded his arms and stood with his back to his trainer. “No. I refuse.”

“Glade, you said you wanted us to start training again-”

“I said I want to start training again! What you are asking me to do could hurt you badly!”

Robin sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, “Yes, I know. Which is why I’m wanting us to start slow. I need practice too.”

The trainer and psychic Pokémon kept arguing back and forth with each other, so engrossed in their argument that they didn’t realize somebody was close by…

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Two pairs of eyes looked from the man to his Pokemon, quietly watching the argument that didn’t really seem to be going anywhere.

"Don’t Pokemon trainers usually work better with their Pokemon?” Luel whispered down to the pink dog in her arms. Orchid simply snorted her displeasure, completely uninterested.

Luel took a step closer, speaking up to try and grab their attention. “Um... Monsieur? Monsieur, do you need any help?” She couldn’t claim to know the first thing about actual training, but arguing with your Pokemon was probably not how it went...

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“You’re not going to take no for an answer are you petit étranger?”  A small smile settled on his mouth, wiping away the disgust for now as he nodded and made to follow the far shorter girl inside.  

Vesi whined once, causing Remy to stop and look back at her.  She was hesitating, not wanting to go inside and let herself be surrounded by unfamiliar faces.  A small flicker across his face, a tiny hint of sadness then he crouched down.  “Come on ma chérie.”  That was all it took to get her moving again.  The Floatzel darted forward and jumped, aiming to hit the arm that wasn’t bandaged.  

A laugh was buried into her bright orange fur as Remy caught her, hugging her to his chest with one arm.  “Sorry about that mon amie, please, lead the way.”  He looked to the girl from over Vesi’s back, the water type trying to climb up onto his shoulders and failing rather miserably.

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Luel let out a laugh, shaking her head. “Non, grand étranger! I couldn’t possibly let you pay after this, and it makes me happy to make other’s days better. If food can do that and be an acceptable apology, then it’s just two birds with one stone!”

Taking just a moment to scoop up the (now empty) tea container, she ushered him inside. To her coworker’s confused looks she just sent sheepish grins and a small shake of her head, offering no explanations until she’d offered the man a set in the office just to the side of the kitchens.

As she hurried off to exchange the tea container for a small bucket of lukewarm water and several rags, however, one of them forced her to admit at least that the tea hadn’t all made it onto the ground. When she returned to Remy, it was with an uproar of laughter from her coworkers and a blush blazing across her face once more. 

“Your Pokemon, she’s very cute,” she said to change the subject as she knelt down, setting the bucket on the floor and submerging two of the rags, the dry one keeping residence slung over her shoulder. “What is her name? And yours?”

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A Slight Homesickness

Brushing the pink pup was quickly becoming a relaxing evening tradition. Slow and gentle strokes, focusing on nothing but the soft sound of the bristles through her fur and the patterns the brush dragged down her back. Luel sat them on a cushion situated on the floor beside the door to the balcony, just inside it with the glass pushed aside to let in the ocean-scented breeze flow in.

The first night, she’d settled out on the balcony itself. But it had turned out that Jack regularly took midnight cigarettes on his balcony just beside hers and as much as she enjoyed his company in the day, and despite his being overjoyed to strike up conversation, it just seemed like they both could use the time to themselves to unwind.

“Sometime soon, I’ll bring you back to Kalos, so you can see my real home,” she whispered to Orchid, the fingers of her free hand idly scratching light circles in the dog’s chest. “It’s not as warm as it is here, but it’s so pretty. You can sit on the roof and see the whole city from there, all of the lights and people running around.”

Orchid gave a noise that Luel took to mean a happy agreement to her suggestion, purring a quiet ‘buuuuuull’ and leaning forward into the scratches. Only quick thinking and reflexes had her straightening her hand out to carefully push the pup back on her lap, saving her from faceplanting to the floor.

Luel laughed, light and quiet and only partially tinged with the sort of sadness that only homesickness could bring about. “And you’ll meet my sister. Sooner, maybe, depending on when she visits next. She’s a little hard to understand sometimes, and she can seem like she’s mean, but I promise that she’s one of the best people you’ll ever meet. You’ll love Lamia just as much as I do…”

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Ah… Um, you can always see a Pokémon Contest. Even if there’s not a Contest Hall where you are, they usually broadcast them on television I think…?

And there’s a few museums and stuff, um, there’s… Gyms… and hot springs in Lavaridge Town, and…. um…. probably some more things…

…Sorry if that’s not very helpful.

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Oh! I’ve never gone to see a Pokemon contest before! They’re really popular here, right? With actual buildings for them that you can go to? I’d think that going in person would be much more exciting than seeing it on TV!

I wouldn’t be very good around a gym, I'd be a horrible trainer even if I tried... But you’ve been super helpful! Thank you so much!

What’s your name, by the way? Mine’s Luel!

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Luel Wight:

So, a question for Hoenn locals!

What’s some fun activities to do around here? If I’m going to be here a while, I can’t just duck out to Kalos every time I want to go out! And I should meet new people around here too, right?

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A little closer to Kalos in regards to the weather. Actual seasons, instead of the constant summer that Hoenn seems locked in. Ghastly thing really, considering how easy it is for me to burn…

While its an island much like here, we don’t seem as fixated on water as Hoenn is, although the majority of it is all connected, again, unlike Hoenn with it’s floating island towns and flooded volcanoes.

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How interesting! It sounds like a wonderful place, your home~

You burn easily? That must make it really hard for you here... But you could always carry around those pretty parasols to help! I know I’ve seen shops in Lumiose that carries them, but there just has to be some here that would keep them as well!

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So much friendship going around... It’s wonderful, even if I’m a little jealous...

Except the bread throwing stuff, I don’t think I want that part.

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Vesi continued to lick at his leg, despite the narrowed eyes look he’d given her. It tickled and felt strange at the same time but even the shift of his leg away from her didn’t deter her. “You’re disgusting ma cherié.”

As the girl rambled as to what happened, Remy just shook his head. He’d seen what had happened. “An accident, I’m not angry.” He offered her a small smile, keeping his teeth covered. The shark like quality wouldn’t do much to reassure her.

Really though, of all the things it could have been, it had to be tea… Remy felt his nose wrinkle at the smell, he really couldn’t stand the stuff. It was Emile’s drink of choice, the siblings bickering over the smell of each other preference, claiming disgust and nausea around smiles and into cup that hid their grins.

“Perhaps let me clean up? The meal…” His stomach decided to interrupt and protest what would have been a polite decline with a rumble, reminding him that it had been too long since he’s last eaten. “Would be fine, but I’ll pay.”

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It was clear on the man’s face that he was a little more displeased than he let on, if the slight disgust she could read in his expression was to be understood as such. “Of course, of course! Please, come on in, there’s plenty of rags in the back,” she insisted with a wave toward the restaurant. She could lead him to the back, the office had a chair if he wanted some semblance of privacy to clean up.

Green eyes glanced down at his stomach as it gurgled an interruption, and she giggled. “It’s the least I can do to make it up to you! If it makes you feel better about it, I do get one free meal here a day.” She was hardly a stranger to going without a meal here and there, and even then, the crew wouldn’t let her starve.

“Please? For me?” She continued, head tilted and hands clasped hopefully in front of her as she looked up at him. Luel desperately wanted to make things right, even if the man was kind enough to not want to put her out despite everything. Especially so, really.

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The happiest moment in your life?

Probably when I got my job! I was so nervous, and we were in such desperate need of money. I didn’t have any experience, but... they let me prove I was worth keeping. I’m so happy they did!

She doesn’t blame them for doubting her skill – after all,she’s never worked before, she doesn’t have any record to speak of. They foundways to get around it, to make themselves legal and safe, her ID is legitimateenough that eventually, her begging and applying as much Charm as she could getaway with had them reluctantly allowing her a day to prove her worth.

Dishwashing, to start, as well as cleaning. It was hardwork, her feet ached, she ran back and forth with loads that were just undertoo heavy and serving guests water with trembling hands. ‘You’re too young forthis work, little lady,’ the guests would comment, but just as often theytalked about how sweet she was, how cute, how nice it was to see such a warmsmile greeting them and speaking so politely.

Very nearly she was still turned away, handed a small wad ofcash and asked to leave, but the waiters, oh the waiters, they begged rightbeside her. Their tips had skyrocketed around tables that the girl helped with,they said, you can’t kick her out now!

When Luel made it home she was damp from rain and sweat, herfeet begged her to buy better shoes with the money she’d left the restaurantwith, the small cuts she’d gained when she tried to pick up a glass she brokewere still stinging even after they’d stopped bleeding. But it was all worth itto be able to show up to their home with promises to help keep them fed, toprove she’d been worth saving, to prove that she could be even more useful thanLamia had ever thought.