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Relaxation days &&; Stephanie & Touko

@shestumbled Hoenn. Touko’s second home region. At least in her mind. She hadn’t been raised her, nor did she have any family that lived over here. But after going to University here to study her knowledge of astrology, she knew the region like the back of her hand.

One consistent place that Touko liked to return to, was Lavaridge Town. Why? It’s obvious! The spa aside the Pokemon Centre.

Touko doesn’t get much relaxation, not with all the sleepless nights of stargazing and the searching for N. So to be able to come here, with the intent of relaxation, was both rare, and… relieving for her, and her Pokemon.

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she was minding her own business, just going on a walk with pico while she tried to figure out what she was going to do for the day. a soft humming came from her soft lips, a tune that was nowhere near coherent or a real song. she swayed back and forth as she softly combed her fingers through picos hair.

someone called out to her and she turned around, faced with someone exuberant and happy looking. she was startled by the sudden show of someone so joyful. “y-yes, h-how can i-i help you...?” she trailed off, trying to keep her breathing calm from the startle. pico stood beside her and nuzzled her hand calmingly.

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moros || stephanie - silent night

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she tilted her head in confusion. another thing? maybe he had a pokemon he could call forward? but then the place would be even more cramped. she didn’t understand it one bit. she had to think this through a bit. hmm. “w-well, m-maybe w-we could t-try it?” she stuttered again, though this time more expressive and confident in what she was saying. this was going to be tough.

“i-if you c-cant do any-anything, maybe i-i can try and c-call someone...?” she thought about who she could call, but struggled to come up with anyone. the closest thing she had to a contact was someone in another region entirely, not to  mention someone she never hoped to see again.

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Brushstrokes | Mina & Stephanie

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this girl was really nice, she realized as she was helped through the horrible attack by the swarm of pokemon. she hated the thought of pico getting hurt by the swarm of pokemon. looking up towards the other, she smiled softly, holding her hands together behind her back and leaning back on the heels of her feet. a small gust of wind blew her hair afray, and she tucked her hair back in place slowly.

“i-i think i’ll be fine.... i-i was j-just startled, is-is all...” she sighed, “i-i’m stephanie. steph-stephanie oblige. it-its nice to meet you!” she paused, her face flushing with embarrassment, “a-and thank you for s-saving me! i-i would’nt’ve survived without you...”

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prof. oak || stephanie - tranquil

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she looked at her pokemon as it defended her from someone it deemed a threat. when professor oak stepped back and apologized, she waved he hands frantically, trying to profusely apologize for pico, “i-it’s fine! p-picos just protective of me around people wh-who are very exuberant! i-its how pico was trained... espec--especially after the home i grew up in...”

she looked down, twiddling her fingers together in a sort of soft and shy way. she looked back up as she remembered the request of the pokemon professor. “o-of course! you--you can ask anything you think you might need! i-i cant promise quality answers, b-but i’ll answer best i can!”

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Brushstrokes | Mina & Stephanie

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There was something about the Lush Jungle that brought about a sense of calm in some people. Famous for its abundance of ingredients, it was a popular location for culinary inclined individuals. But there was the small rumor that floated around Akala Island about a certain trial captain coming here to take advantage of the wild Comfey’s Aromatherapy technique. Well, it wasn’t so much of a rumor to Mina. After all, she heard it straight from that particular trial captain when she agreed to share her secret with her; a small clearing in the jungle where the floral Pokemon liked to gather.

How that rumor spread as quickly as it did, Mina had no idea. But she wasn’t about to let it bother her. Nothing could shake her relaxed state right now. This felt great! It was as though mother nature herself was lending her energy for the teenager to absorb as a warm fuzzy feeling.

This moment of tranquility was fleeting however, when a piercing scream was heard from the underbrush, snapping Mina out of her daze. The screaming continued for longer and grew louder until Mina could spot a pinkish color among the green shrubs, coming closer at a fast pace. That scream didn’t sound like anything that she imagined would come from another particular trial captain.

The sounds of racing footsteps and heavy breathing soon joined the screams and a rustle from a nearby bush caused Mina to turn her head back. Another girl, looking panicked and frightened, emerged from the greenery, seemingly out of breath.

“Yo, you alr-?” Mina began to ask, feeling concerned for the girl, but she was interrupted by a plea for assistance from her.

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          she definitely got lost in the forest, not knowing where she was going at that point forward was definitely not the way to go. she needed to get out of here, and while she definitely tried and got some help from pico, her emotional support animal, she also ran into a pokemon swarm, and had to run multiple times away from it. it just kept finding her. she was a mess.

          she ran into someone else who looked like she knew what she was doing, so stephanie stuttered out a reply, cutting off the girl who was already talking, though she didnt really notice in her panic whatsoever, “p-please! th-theres a sw-swarm coming a-after me an-and i only h-have my emotional support a-animal! p-picos not fit for b-battle!”

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calem || stephanie - hello?

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          she knew it was difficult to talk to people, that was a hard fact for stephanie. but she couldn’t just sit back and let someones trainer card be forgotten on the ground. so she spent the next half hour searching for the face on the card, finally finding him. she ran up to him, not stopping fast enough and barrelling into him. “I-I’M SO SORRY!” she shouted, then went down to a normal volume, clearing her throat, “i-i’m sorry! i-i was looking for you! i think this i-is yours!” she thrusted the trainer id card at him, her face flushed with embarrassment. 

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beatrice || stephanie - come call me alive ; your heart carries mine

@seasidecare

          stephanie didn’t know where she was going, but she needed to find the nearest pokestop so she could fill up on pokepuffs to feed pico when she had the chance. she was relatively short and anxious, so talking to people was hard. she tracked down the least intimidating looking person and walked up to her, a small amount of shakiness in her step---the anxiety. “e-excuse me.... do you know where the nearest pokestop is?”

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morty || stephanie - saw a ghost

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          she came to pretty much five minutes later, her head fuzzy and unsure of what just went on, until she remembered vividly. the hand, the choking the horrible feeling of unease where she was unsure whether or not she would live to see the next day. she surveyed her surroundings hazily, making eye contact with the gengar and letting out a whimper, before coming face to face with a blonde man, who must’ve either seen everything or been brought by the gengar.

          “w-who....w-what....?” that was the most coherent she could be, before she burst into tears and inched the littlest bit away from the gengar. she didn’t mean to be rude, it just scared her, a lot like how her mother scared her. and she didn’t like the feeling.

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morty || stephanie - saw a ghost

          @fogbadge​

          a sharp inhale of breath, maybe a few seconds of a fleeting sense of security before she feels as if she is drowning. maybe she owes it to the first time her mother hit her, sharp nails leaving a cut on her cheek. it was only a hit. she didn’t mean it. she was sorry, so so sorry, steph, baby, mommy would never hurt you on purpose. you must know that, right? right? she thinks briefly that maybe she owes it to her father, whos total defiance to admit she existed made her feel smaller than she actually was. 

          maybe as she drags the breaths in and out, her lungs constricting against her rib cage, maybe, just maybe, she owes it to the nights spent sneaking food, only to deal with the punishment of being caught. life is a fleeting thing. she doesn’t know her own triggers. they may be a hand lifted too fast, or even just using certain words strung together. she is too weak. she knows this. she has been told time and again she is too sensitive, everything sets her off, her therapist asks her why she is so easily set off, her answer is that maybe at some point everything has been against her.

           this time it just so happened to be making eye contact with a gengar, its sharp smile a cutting reminder of the malicious intent usually held in her mothers smile. they are eerily similar, and if she were to be able to calm herself, she would be able to realize that the gengar is not out to get her. but for right now all she can feel is the hands around her throat, why stephanie, why did you act out? if you didn’t act out so much mother wouldn’t have to punish you. she hyperventilates until she passes out, the last coherent thought is an apology dying before it can reach her lips.

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prof. oak || stephanie - tranquil

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Oak was out for a walk, deep in thought. There weren’t many other people out this early in the morning, and so he felt free to reflect, think about life, his past, and everything else on his mind. He worried about his grandson and Red, out in Alola running the Battle Tree. He thought about his research, and what he would need to do today. And, he remembered, he needed to-

He stopped as something hit him. He looked down, and saw a very scared and small woman had run into him. As she blurted out an apology, he studied her face, seeing deep bags under her eyes. He looked behind her, where a Kirlia was staring worriedly at her. As she finished, Oak smiled and waved his hand.

“Oh no, my dear, I’m completely fine! It was just as much my fault as it was yours. I wasn’t paying attention where I was going!” Oak reassured the young lady. “Are you alright? It looks like I gave you quite a fright, and you look like you’ve seen better days. You Kirlia looks worried, and I know how in tune they are with their Trainer’s emotions!”

Oak helped the young woman up to her feet. “Oh! I never introduced myself. I’m Oak! I’m a Pokémon professor studying, among other things, the relationships between Pokémon and their Trainers! It’s a pleasure to meet you!”

she blinked rapidly at that, not sure why he was being so nice. focus, she thought to herself, not everyone is as mean as you were taught. a small, timid and tentative smile came forward as she spoke with the man, “i-i’m naturally v-very jumpy, i-its nothing yo-you’ve done, s-sir.” she stuttered her response, pico coming up beside her to judge whether or not it was safe for her to talk to him. becoming pleased with the result, pico nodded her vote of competency.

“i-i’m ste-stephanie o-oblige. n-nice to meet you. t-this is pico, my e-emotional sup-support pokemon. i-i’m a trainer, i g-guess, though i don’t l-like the thought of my pokemon--my pokemon getting hurt in combat. n-nice to meet you.”

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moros || stephanie - silent night

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His companion in his current predicament was small, young, and pink-haired. She also looked terrified. 

Moros hadn’t expected anyone else to be hiding here, or that the door would lock behind him. This was instant karma for stealing revives from one of the other trainers in the Pokémon Center. At least the closet had a light in it to see by. The presence of a Kirlia wasn’t helping things much, but from the way the two were holding hands Moros didn’t feel right telling her to put the Pokémon away.

“I… can try,” he said. With the limited amount of space in the closet taken up by cleaning supplies and three living beings, there wasn’t much room to maneuver in. Moros doubted he’d be able to generate enough force to knock down the door or break the lock, but he’d try. If he absolutely had to, he could teleport out of the closet and unlock it from there, but without the rest of the Triad it would be… difficult. He’d rather avoid that, if he could.

“Um. Stand back a little, if you can?” He really didn’t want to accidentally hurt her.

a small smile escaped her lips, rare for her to do so at such a time of stress. pico nuzzled her arm, something that didn’t go unnoticed by stephanie. while it was rare for her to be not worked up, she was surprisingly calmer than she thought she would be during this happening. she stepped back as much as she possibly could, though on the way she hit her head on the wall a bit. pain stung her, and she let out a small whimper, her spare hand going up to cradle her head.

“s--sorry.” was the mumble of response as she awaited what the other would do. hopefully this would work, because with their distance so close it was straining her neck even more so to look up at him. she would never complain out loud about it, of course, per her anxious being. she gestured that she was fine and waited for him to make a move.

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??? || stephanie - starter call!

cap at three!

[fromjordyn]

By the time I actually experience mutual love/romance it’s going to send me into shock and fucking kill me

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prof. oak || stephanie - tranquil

     @oakyprof​

          she was heavy on her feet, pico trailing beside her with worry evident in the kirlias eyes. she hadn’t slept in about three days, and she was just about ready to fall asleep right in the middle of the road. another yawn escaping her, she wasn’t paying attention with her eyes closed, and she walked directly into the person she had seen at her peripheral not even moments before.

          she felt immediately more awake, a flash of terror coming through her personhood as she tried her best not to run at impact. “h-hello, i-i’m s-sorry about t-that! i-i just, you know h-how it is, a-and all that jazz,hahah... u-uhm, did i hurt you, i-i didn’t hurt you, r-right? a-ah, i’m stuttering--- s-sorry.”

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moros || stephanie - silent night

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          she shuffled awkwardly, very much so put off by the fact that she was locked in the storage closet with a man who was very much so taller than her. this was unfair and an atrocity to the whole society of short people. craning her neck a certain way, she studied the man in front of her. despite his obviously huge height, he also donned a sort of....cool and suave look. this was not good to dwell on. this was causing her anxiety. her palms were already sweaty enough from holding picos hand. abort. abort.

how were they going to get out of this? “u-uhm... a-are you able to knock the door down or s-something?” she eyed the man and how close he was to her, her whole body shivering at the fact that he was so close.

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az || stephanie - fairy flutter!

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          she sighed, staring up at the booklet far too high up for someone as little as herself to grab. maybe she could get pico to climb and get it? but then that posed the troublesome thought of pico falling, which she couldn’t really fathom happening, but the thought deterred her nonetheless. she was in this library trying to find a certain picture book of fairy types, because she was bored and the visuals of the fairy types made her feel abundantly better than at previous times. fairy types always seemed to cheer her up, making her heart flutter.

          she stepped back to try and find someone to ask, but anxiety wrapped around her and as she grabbed the coat and tugged at the side of a very tall man, she shied away immediately, not making eye contact. she was very quickly getting overwhelmed with this situation, and she clearly made a rash decision to go about it that way. luckily, pico, her kirlia, nudged her forward slightly, making her speak up in a stutter, “c-can you p-please help me r-reach a book?”

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i’m ash and im 18 and i use any pronouns but it/itself. ummm i forget how these are supposed to go. i suffer from mental illness but i try not to let that affect me much anymore.... i hope we can all be friends! i’ll make this a two-in-one sort of deal i guess and introduce my character: stephanie oblige. shes a shy girl who likes fairy types and strawberry mochi. she tries her very best always and doesn’t know social cues very well. shes also very anxious 100% of the time. she can mostly be seen walking with her emotional support pokemon piko, the kirlia! 

anyway now that thats out of the way, maybe like this post for a starter of some sort? a cap at three? they’ll be lengthed from 1-2 paragraphs depending on my inspiration, as i’d like to start things off small in comparison to how i think i used to stack all the expectations on myself and let it topple on me?