I’ll write starters for anyone above if they wish me to u v u. Anyone else whose interested in Dorothy, please feel free to message me! I’m up for anything, au’s (I’ve got lists otl) and angst especially.
Stifling a yawn, Nat wandered slowly along one of Unova’s routes - she didn’t particularly care to find out which one, so long as it didn’t land her in a dead end - and generally enjoyed the nice weather.
Angel trotted beside her, the sun warming her fur pleasantly as she bobbed along, poking around whenever something caught her curiosity. Nat let the Eevee be; it had been a while since the last time they had a chance to enjoy tranquility outside, and in a new area, no less.
A few minutes later, however, the Eevee strayed just a little too far ahead and slipped from Nat’s vision. She gave Angel a couple moments to realize her mistake, but when the Eevee didn’t come back quickly enough, she whistled sharply.
No response. “Angel?” Nat called verbally, and was nearly bowled over as the brown streak of fur blasted right into her arms. “Angel, what are you-”
“Vee!” the Eevee shrieked, scrambling to hide behind Nat’s shoulders. “Vee! Vee!”
Her trainer blinked, and walked forward to see what it was that had spooked Angel, even though she was pretty sure she knew what it was.
Sure enough, there was a trainer with a ghost type at their side - Angel ducked shyly away, and Nat rolled her eyes. “I’m sorry,” she offered to the person, knowing that Angel’s cries of panic must’ve been audible across the entire route.
Nighttime walks were a common hobby of Dorothy’s, especially after an exhausting day of battling. This time, though, it was more of an early morning walk. It had been on of those days of endless trainers, seemingly one after another, stretching into the late evening and eventually early, early morning. There had to of been a line outside the gate; hardly time for any type of break.
More than half she’d beaten, perhaps even eighty percent. Of those eighty percent, a fourth put up a considerable amount of willpower. Golurk finally had the chance to participate since usually it scarcely does, being the last Pokemon Dorothy sends out.
It annoyed her more than anything, the unexpected boast of people. The gates had to remain open hours after the set time. But, of course, keeping them waiting surely wouldn’t due. Even though the set time is considered a guideline the Elite’s try to wrap up around, never does the gates close until a challenger doesn’t appear within two hours of the last.
Finally did that happen, and Dorothy had to get out of her stuffy chamber. She feared if she stayed another might arise.
Mismagius insisted on following. He had been the Pokemon Dorothy sent out the most yet decided to be out and about with his trainer instead. Dorothy wouldn’t deny worrying at first, but Mismagius was strong. If he wasn’t in his poke ball then he didn’t need to be.
It was peaceful, exactly what Dorothy hoped for. The sun had only just arrived yet it’s rays were intensifying rather quickly. Along with the crisp, cool breeze the weather was welcoming. Her chambers were naturally dark, themed for her ghost-types but a change in scenery was nice from time to time.
Dorothy was wrapped up in her own thoughts, a small Eevee suddenly appearing almost causing her to trip over the poor thing. The Pokemon was just as surprised as she was, though its expression displayed more fear than anything. Mismagius had to be the blame of that, as he had materialized inches away from Eevee’s face.
“Angel?”
Not a second later the Eevee shrieked, retreating back the way it came. Dorothy remained where she stood, listening to Mismagius’ giggles he failed to hide. A tall, mature-looking blonde soon came into view, Eevee perched on her shoulder. The way it hid caused a pang of guilt in Dorothy’s stomach, but she tucked it away quickly enough as the woman apologized.
“Not a problem,” Dorothy offered, side-glancing to Mismagius, “we didn’t expect anyone out so early. He couldn’t help himself, it seems.”
Becoming an Elite, Dorothy didn’t know it was almost customary to learn about other Elite’s in the different regions, including the champions. She certainly didn’t keep track of things like that, and it was almost embarrassing that the daily challengers knew more about them than an actual Elite did.
So when a letter came in the mail from Johto Champion Emilia, Dorothy wasn’t sure what to think.
The ghost maiden stares at the letter in her hand, contemplating what to do. It was an invitation. Dorothy never received invitations— how did Emilia even know who she was?
Oh, right. People aren’t as antisocial as I am.
With a sigh, Dorothy decides it wouldn’t be so bad. Traveling to a different region, it’d be a vacation long overdue. She couldn’t remember the last time one was taken. Being an Elite was a twenty-four seven occupation Dorothy was dedicated to.
A response letter with her decision hadn’t been sent until two weeks later, when the number of trainers coming through dropped dramatically. It was the best time to take a few days off; now or never. Though, physically traveling wasn’t the most worrisome part. Visiting someone she hadn’t even heard of until now, expecting to spend a few days with was stirring a nervousness Dorothy would rather avoid.
But, being an Elite was twenty-four seven occupation. That she was dedicated to. Whether she liked it or not, Dorothy had a reputation and declining a friendly invite wouldn’t earn brownie points. Not that one should care what others thought, secretly the ravenette did and it was one of her many disadvantages.
Nevertheless, Dorothy now stood awkwardly at the front of Johto’s Elite entrance. The flight had been on time— earlier, even —yet it took another hour to settle whatever disoriented nerves still resided in her gut.
She wasn’t sure how to announce her arrival. Should she just walk in? Perhaps she should have gotten Emilia’s personal number beforehand. Phone calls weren’t Dorothy’s forte, either, but it was far better than shuffling feet. There could be a current challenger and as much as she didn’t want to interrupt, standing outside in the cold wasn’t a desirable course of action, either.
Taking a deep breath, Dorothy chastises herself before entering. Inside was a lobby and, to her luck, a doorman. Intimidating as he looked, she wasn’t convinced and headed straight for him.
“I’m here for champion Emilia.”
The doorman sighed nonchalantly, “so is everyone else. Do you have all eight badges?”
“Actually, I’m part of the Elite 4,” Dorothy’s tone turns more sour than she wouldn’t liked, “in Unova. I traveled all the way here to visit.”
“O-Oh, forgive me, ma’am,” he sputters and, after confirming her identification, rushes off to find the champion Dorothy asked for.
Like I need another muse but I thought I'd give this lovely group a try. There's a couple muses I'd love to thread with but if you're interested in Dorothy then please either like this post or message me so we can plot!
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