Nuvema Life

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Market in the Morning [Open]

Seasonal summer produce and locally made spices took quite a lot of space in Bianca’s tote bag. The outdoor market just outside of Striaton City was bustling with many people and Pokemon. The weather was hot, but the clouds obscured the sun every now and then so that the market visitors were not exhausted by it. A nice breeze blew by every now and then to cool off everyone. It was far more forgiving than the past week’s humidity. Dressed in a cute yellow sundress with a straw sun hat and sandals, the blonde stopped by each and every stall to gather up ideas for a certain holiday that was around the corner. A nice dinner consisting of his favorite foods would surely make her dad feel special tomorrow.

Being the day after payday, Bianca felt the desire to grab as many things that caught her attention. Everything in the market was all so tempting. Handmade jewelry and clothing for humans and Pokemon were sold in several stalls. How adorable would her Stoutland look if he had a fashionable collar? And there were even matching bracelets for the trainers too. However, none of the designs seemed to work. The ones she really liked, she knew her Stoutland would not appreciate quite as much and it wouldn’t be fair to her to have to wear something she didn’t like. She figured they would have some other designs in a couple of weeks or so and passed on by. The next stall sampled cold pressed juices made from different combinations of berries. Another one sampled Pokemon treats, from which she bought a bag. The list could go on and Bianca’s tote bag only got heavier while she got hungrier. 

Several street vendors were located throughout the area and Bianca walked by every one of them to check out what they were serving. Some looked very appetizing, though pricey and others just seemed ok or she wasn’t in the mood for what they were serving. She settled on one of the pricier vendors, figuring it was best to pay more for something she’d actually want. While making her way to the line, she failed to notice that someone was walking in the opposite direction in her path. Thankfully, none of her items suffered any damage when her tote bag ran right into them.

“Oh jeez, I’m really sorry!” She apologized immediately, fixing her hat and readjusting her bag. “I wasn’t looking where I was going. Are you ok?”

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“That cape of yours look pretty cool!”

But I can’t say much about the rest of the outfit...

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touya vs cheren: who would you rather date?

"You make it sound like they're actually competing each other.I don't know anon. I like them both as friends... that's such a weird question!"

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If you were a wrestler what would your stage name be?

“I don’t really know the first thing about wrestling, much less how they come up with their names. Is there some kind of generator where you use your birth month and the first letter of your last name or something?”

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Kalos Sojourn | Diantha & Bianca

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She was out visiting her dear friend, Violet, an old dame with an illustrious past, even more so than that of Diantha’s. She may have not been an actress but there are other ways to be famous. They had an interesting chat together and Violet, as always, had exotic teas and pastries laid out for Diantha. She took a few of the delectable pastries and sipped at her tea.

Violet mentioned halfway through the conversation that she had a granddaughter that visited on occasion. She seemed extremely proud of this girl, of which the name Diantha caught as Bianca. Smiling they spoke a bit more about the girl and Diantha came away with a good impression of this person. She was pleased the hear that the girl was in Unova where Diantha herself had relations. 

They spoke more about the state of the League and of the recent Flare fiasco, of which Diantha was glad was over. Lysandre, the fool, should never had done something like that. But what’s done is done. They both spoke in low undertones, as though afraid but it was merely the way the conversation went, Violet had a low, soft voice and so Diantha eased hers to that level in order to match it.

A few hours passed and she smiled at her friend. “I must be going,” she told Violet, who nodded and wished her well. Violet’s own Gardevoir, gave a hug each to Diantha and her own Gardevoir, their singsong cries echoing around the home; resonating within the walls.

Violet bade her goodbye and as Diantha was a few meters from the house, she collided with a person. “Ah, apologies! I wasn’t watching where I was going.” Her Gardevoir, beside her, she looked at the person to make sure that they were alright and to her surprise, it was…

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“Hold still, we’re almost done!” The young girl fussed at the large Stoutland, who had fallen victim to a fashion photo shoot in the garden, along with an Emboar who didn’t look pleased with the idea either. “Stop messing with the bowtie. It’ll come undone.” The latest in Kalosian Pokemon fashion had the girl’s shopping habits in a frenzy. New accessories for her team had taken half of her savings for the trip, but in her mind it was well worth it. 

“Ok, I’m going to take one more photo. I promise. Mom’s gonna love this!” Bianca stepped back to get her two unenthusiastic Pokemon into the shot. “Ready? One, two....thr-” Her finger prematurely clicked the shutter on the camera when she was startled by another person nearly bumping heads with her.

Bianca had dropped the camera onto the grass and held her hands out to the woman who walked into her, in attempt to prevent either of them from falling back. Thankfully, the camera was already in a protective case due to previous incidents of her destroying her father’s expensive equipment on her last trip. “Sorry, I did not mean to stand in your way.” Bianca apologized, speaking slowly to avoid grammatical errors in Kalosian. She quickly grabbed the camera, inspecting it for damage, relieved to not find any, but annoyed that the shot did not come out well. Her Pokemon had already begun to remove their new accessories, declaring the photo shoot to be over as she promised them.

“Are you here to visit my grandmother?”

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How have you been enjoying working with Professor Juniper? Is it hard? What do you do most days?

“I’m enjoying it a lot! At first it was really nerve wracking, since I was so new to a lot of things, especially as an intern. But now it’s a lot easier.

A lot of the hard parts are really just typing up our research notes and some of the research tends to be trial and error based. But it’s also fun trying to figure out solutions to them.

It’s especially really hard when you have to work overtime though. At least we have the long weekend coming up.”

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Library Visit [Bianca and Cheren]

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              “ She asks about me? “ Cheren can’t help but stare at his feet when she says that, the thought striking him as strange (Why?). But the sentiment is appreciated nonetheless, and even returned when he says, “ Tell her I said hi, okay? I haven’t seen her around in a good while – when I’m in Nuvema, anyway. I’d love to sit down and catch up with her at some point. “

              But the conversation is coming to close as Cheren realizes just why he is here. (Can I afford to waste more time?) He fiddles with the book bag strap that’s slung across his shoulder, finding it difficult to move from the weight of its contents. Cheren gives the Lillipup one last fond look before he stares at the bookcase.

              There’s that excitement, spreading from his core to the tips of his toes. He can’t wait.

              “ I better get a move on. “ Cheren clutches the strap. “ I’ll text you tonight. And then we can plan out just how we’re going to do this… I’ll see you, huh? “

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“Ah, well every now and then. She asks about all of you.” Though, her mother did ask about Cheren more often than the other two of the group. Every now and then, they’d check in on their families and friends, but Cheren was consistently in the region, and easier to get in touch with to say the least. “I’ll definitely tell her.” She gave him one last nod.

A loud yip from the small dog echoed the room as Cheren prepared to leave. Bianca had to quickly scoop up the overlyexcited pup in her arms, motioning for it to keep it down. 

“I have a few more errands to run myself.” With her free arm, she drew in closer to her friend and embraced him tightly, sending him off with a friendly pat on the back. “I’ll see you next week! Don’t work yourself too hard, ok?”

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(help me get some creative juices flowing)

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((Sorry for being away all week. I’ve been so tired after work and I’m trying to switch positions on the dl, if they’ll let me. Hopefully I won’t be as tired if I get this one. I’ll respond to threads soon enough!))

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1, 22, 42!

1. How does your character think of their father? What do they hate and love about him? What influence - literal or imagined - did the father have?She loves her father despite his stubborn attitude towards his family. He is overprotective and when he puts his foot down, he hardly picks it back up. Their relationship before and during her journey had gotten rocky until he realized he needed to have more faith in his daughter. Since then, they have been on better terms. 22. Who are their friends? Lovers? ‘Type’ or ‘ideal’ partner?Her childhood friends and trainers she had met on her journey. As for lovers, she has never had one. Her ideal partner would be someone who is kind but not a pushover, someone she can have a meaningful conversation with on the regular and someone who can be patient with her.42. What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain?She wants to have a purposeful life where she can be of use and help those in need.

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(10, 18, 25)

10. Is your character street-smart, book-smart, intelligent, intellectual, slow-witted?Bianca is more book smart than street smart. She comes across as naive to some, which can make her an easy target in certain situations. 18. What did they find abroad, and what did they remember?Bianca has been to Kalos a few times to visit her paternal Grandmother. She visited before beoming a trainer, and never caught any Pokemon, but she did end up doing a lot of clothes shopping. She loves buying hats from the boutiques. Her fondest memory was visiting the large mansion with her family and getting herself lost in the hedge maze.25. What are their hobbies and interests?She likes to practice cooking and sewing on her downtime. She used to enjoy reading novels when she had more time to digest them, but between her lab work and Pokemon training, it's hard to frequently squeeze in a chapter these days.

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Character solidifying!

Specify a character and leave a number in my ask, if you’re feeling so kind!

1. How does your character think of their father? What do they hate and love about him? What influence - literal or imagined - did the father have?

2. Their mother? How do they think of her? What do they hate? Love? What influence - literal or imagined - did the mother have?

3. Brothers, sisters? Who do they like? Why? What do they despise about their siblings?

4. What type of discipline was your character subjected to at home? Strict? Lenient?

5. Were they overprotected as a child? Sheltered?

6. Did they feel rejection or affection as a child?

7. What was the economic status of their family?

8. How does your character feel about religion?

9. What about political beliefs?

10. Is your character street-smart, book-smart, intelligent, intellectual, slow-witted?

11. How do they see themselves: as smart, as intelligent, uneducated?

12. How does their education and intelligence – or lack thereof - reflect in their speech pattern, vocabulary, and pronunciations?

13. Did they like school? Teachers? Schoolmates?

14. Were they involved at school? Sports? Clubs? Debate? Were they unconnected?

15. Did they graduate? High-School? College? Do they have a PHD? A GED?

16. What does your character do for a living? How do they see their profession? What do they like about it? Dislike?

17. Did they travel? Where? Why? When?

18. What did they find abroad, and what did they remember?

19. What were your character’s deepest disillusions? In life? What are they now?

20. What were the most deeply impressive political or social, national or international, events that they experienced?

21. What are your character’s manners like? What is their type of hero? Whom do they hate?

22. Who are their friends? Lovers? ‘Type’ or ‘ideal’ partner?

23. What do they want from a partner? What do they think and feel of sex?

24. What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually?

25. What are their hobbies and interests?

26. What does your character’s home look like? Personal taste? Clothing? Hair? Appearance?

27. How do they relate to their appearance? How do they wear their clothing? Style? Quality?

28. Who is your character’s mate? How do they relate to him or her? How did they make their choice?

29. What is your character’s weaknesses? Hubris? Pride? Controlling?

30. Are they holding on to something in the past? Can he or she forgive?

31. Does your character have children? How do they feel about their parental role? About the children? How do the children relate?

32. How does your character react to stress situations? Defensively? Aggressively? Evasively?

33. Do they drink? Take drugs? What about their health? 

34. Does your character feel self-righteous? Revengeful? Contemptuous?

35. Do they always rationalize errors? How do they accept disasters and failures?

36. Do they like to suffer? Like to see other people suffering?

37. How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories?

38. Are they basically negative when facing new things? Suspicious? Hostile? Scared? Enthusiastic?

39. What do they like to ridicule? What do they find stupid?

40. How is their sense of humor? Do they have one?

41. Is your character aware of who they are? Strengths? Weaknesses? Idiosyncrasies? Capable of self-irony?

42. What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain?

43. Does your character have any secrets? If so, are they holding them back?

44. How badly do they want to obtain their life objectives? How do they pursue them?

45. Is your character pragmatic? Think first? Responsible? All action? A visionary? Passionate? Quixotic?

46. Is your character tall? Short? What about size? Weight? Posture? How do they feel about their physical body?

47. Do they want to project an image of a younger, older, more important person? Does they want to be visible or invisible?

48. How are your character’s gestures? Vigorous? Weak? Controlled? Compulsive? Energetic? Sluggish?

49. What about voice? Pitch? Strength? Tempo and rhythm of speech? Pronunciation? Accent?

50. What are the prevailing facial expressions? Sour? Cheerful? Dominating?

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Market in the Morning [Open]

Seasonal summer produce and locally made spices took quite a lot of space in Bianca’s tote bag. The outdoor market just outside of Striaton City was bustling with many people and Pokemon. The weather was hot, but the clouds obscured the sun every now and then so that the market visitors were not exhausted by it. A nice breeze blew by every now and then to cool off everyone. It was far more forgiving than the past week’s humidity. Dressed in a cute yellow sundress with a straw sun hat and sandals, the blonde stopped by each and every stall to gather up ideas for a certain holiday that was around the corner. A nice dinner consisting of his favorite foods would surely make her dad feel special tomorrow.

Being the day after payday, Bianca felt the desire to grab as many things that caught her attention. Everything in the market was all so tempting. Handmade jewelry and clothing for humans and Pokemon were sold in several stalls. How adorable would her Stoutland look if he had a fashionable collar? And there were even matching bracelets for the trainers too. However, none of the designs seemed to work. The ones she really liked, she knew her Stoutland would not appreciate quite as much and it wouldn’t be fair to her to have to wear something she didn’t like. She figured they would have some other designs in a couple of weeks or so and passed on by. The next stall sampled cold pressed juices made from different combinations of berries. Another one sampled Pokemon treats, from which she bought a bag. The list could go on and Bianca’s tote bag only got heavier while she got hungrier. 

Several street vendors were located throughout the area and Bianca walked by every one of them to check out what they were serving. Some looked very appetizing, though pricey and others just seemed ok or she wasn’t in the mood for what they were serving. She settled on one of the pricier vendors, figuring it was best to pay more for something she’d actually want. While making her way to the line, she failed to notice that someone was walking in the opposite direction in her path. Thankfully, none of her items suffered any damage when her tote bag ran right into them.

“Oh jeez, I’m really sorry!” She apologized immediately, fixing her hat and readjusting her bag. “I wasn’t looking where I was going. Are you ok?”

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Library Visit [Bianca and Cheren]

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              “ You wish it came sooner, yeah? “ Cheren says with a soft smile. He laughs lowly, tucking his fingers into the pocket hem of his pants. “ Me too… I’m not sure if I’ve already said this, but, I don’t get out of town as much as I’d like, much less do anything social. So this is a change of pace. This will be good for me, I’m sure. I know my colleagues would agree as well. “

              His mind wanders towards the people in question for a brief moment, all grown adults who have been working in the same field Cheren has since they were in their young adult ages. These were adults who were now old enough to be his parents, perhaps even older. He can recall their snickers, their casual jabs at him in passing. Cheren, Cheren… married to his work. Cheren, Cheren… don’t you have a life outside the gym?

              As good humored as he can be, after a few months, the casual taunts were beginning to tear on him. A sense of spite washes over him (although this sense is just a bonus – the real treat is hanging out with a friend).

              “ I’ll get my mother to make us something. Finger sandwiches sound good, but knowing her, she’ll probably sneak in some soup as well. I’ll make sure she doesn’t make it too spicy this time. She sure does love her spicy food… “

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“Of course!” If she had the option to skip the entire work week to hang out with Cheren, she would take it, no questions asked. 

Unfortunately, she knew where he was coming from. Work was always busy. There was always something to be completed and it didn’t help that it was just the two of them. Cedric did help out whenever he was able and there were several times where all of them had to work overtime just to finish a project. Thankfully, the Professor didn’t like to practice working overtime unless it was really necessary. Bianca still got to enjoy herself on the weekends, but some of her days were spent at home resting rather than socializing.

“Oh, please!” She remembered the last time she ate his mother’s soup, she could barely get in one bite. Far too spicy for her to handle. “I’m sure my mom will pack something extra too. She’s been asking about you from time to time. I bet she’ll be thrilled to learn about our outing.”

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“Okay, make that… 14 altogether! I’ll need help carrying them…” he continued to dig through his wallet to get out more pokedollar’s. If 14 was too much (as he wasn’t sure if Bianca currently had a team of six), then he’ll just eat the extras on his own. The thought sounded amusing, and so he hurriedly took out all the change. He tried not to drop it soon as he was embraced by her warmth, watching her curiously.

“B-Bianca, you’re going to worry others…! Quickly, where’s my..” coming prepared, Touya took out his handkerchief and handed it to her, hugging her and rubbing her back in return. He decided to try and calm her down while waiting on their delicious Casteliacones.

“Let’s eat our Casteliacones on a bench and let our pokemon play! Sound good, Bianca?” he flashed her another smile, hoping it was enough to calm the girl down. He planned to explain everything to her. He did disappear off the face of the planet, after all. Well, not literally.

“Except all my pokemon evolved, we might wanna do it outside of the city—oh!” he pulled away from her the best he could to use his hand to carry the tray of Casteliacones. He attempted to take his other hand back to carry the rest. It was not an easy process, but at least they were in protective cases. The vendor was smart. Crowds were dangerous to carry ice cream in, so of course they’d need protection.

“Bianca, you can carry the rest, right?” he looked at her, then wondered how they were to get out of this crowd alive. He snuck in just fine, but getting out was another story. They’d have to stick close to each other if they didn’t want to be separated.

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This was the type of scenario one would have in a dream, right? But it seemed real. She clung tightly to the handkerchief, dabbing her eyes and face behind her frames. She could have scolded him for making her cry in public like this, but she didn’t care if there were people watching her at this moment. Bianca had her friend back and that’s all that really mattered to her.

“Jeez Touya....” She wiped away her tears, looking down at the tray of treats in her hand. “You bought too many!” On hand, Bianca only had her Emboar, Musharna and Stoutland. The rest of her team had stayed in Nuvema Town for the day. There was no way he could have known that fact though. 

Her face was still red and the tears were slowly beginning to stop. She remained close to Touya while trying to escape the crowd, which had gotten bigger since she started in line. This was fairly typical of Castelia City on any given day however. She found herself clinging onto the sleeve of his jacket as they moved through and occasionally would lead the way as the crowd of people became smaller.

“There!” She pointed to an open bench further down the street. “We can at least sit there for a while.”

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She was crying, saying something about the boy who lived next door. "I don't want him to be my rival! He's awful!" she sobbed, "A-and you and dad were rivals a-and you got married and I don't want to marry him! I h-hate him!"

"Oh sweetie, just because daddy and I were rivals, doesn't mean you have to marry your rival. Your father and I were best friends long before we became rivals." She smiled, hugging the girl and trying to calm her. "Why don't you like him? He's not a bad person."