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The myths of dreams | Cynthia & Fennel

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fenneirologist:

“Oh, don’t worry about it!”  Fennel waved her hand nonchalantly, dismissing any worries Cynthia may have. The whole point of the trip was that the champion wasn’t prepared, which would make the study more authentic. Obviously the results were going to be a bit off, as Cynthia was going to be aware of Fennel’s presence.

Oh, she hadn’t explained what she planned to study! After all, the whole point of coming all the way to Sinnoh was to purely satisfy her own curiosity. Her most recent obsession was different myths from every region, other than Unova as she spent her whole life there, and she just had to do a study on it. Sinnoh just happened to be the region whose mythology was most interesting. Plus, Aurea had informed her about Cynthia, who just happened to be a mythologist.

Being a psychologist at heart (when she wasn’t an oneirologist, of course~), nothing could stop from doing a participant observation study. And the object of observation was none other than Cynthia.

“You see, I’ve been reading up on mythology as of late. When Aurea told me about you - a real mythologist, and not one of those phonies that walk around claiming to know everything - I knew I had to come here as soon as possible! And I don’t want to put any pressure on you, oh no. Just go about your day, and I’ll observe!” At this point, Fennel probably looked like some crazed fangirl, but it was all in the name of research.

A scientist interested in mythology? That was rare. In her experience, scientists didn’t usually care for the stories of old until they were proven without a shadow of a doubt, a goal to which she was still working toward with the more recent of the leads she’d been chasing. And Cynthia fully intended to be able to show her findings, and not just tell about them.

“Okay,” she said slowly, still altogether unsure what to really make of the request. Despite Fennel’s encouragement, Cynthia couldn’t help but feel just the slightest bit of pressure: she still wasn’t convinced that the sight of her hunched over her messy desk, bits of paper strewn about the room, was worth much observation. If Fennel had come to study a mythologist in action, then she should probably see one doing some action other than page flipping and note taking.

Also, Cynthia didn’t know how she felt about letting an effective stranger bear witness to the state of utter disarray she knew her office to be in; her life as a secret slob was one of her most closely guarded secrets. If Fennel really had come to study her whilst she studied... Well, she could only hope that whatever scientific report that came out of this, if there was to be some sort of report, didn’t put her and her bad habits to too much shame.

“I was thinking of doing some field work, today. Would that be agreeable to you? If you’ve been reading about Sinnohan myths, it’s always worthwhile going to see some of the artefacts in person. I’d been planning on revisiting some of the sites myself.” It’d be easier not to feel nervous this way, too. She always felt at peace amongst ruins, her thoughts enough to get lose self-consciousness in.

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A Moment of Peace | Wes and Cynthia

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echoesoforre:

Her reassurances… almost did enough to comfort him. Almost. Still, he couldn’t help but curse himself for a moment. He really did look as helpless as he’d feared he would. He gave a blink and a deep breath to reset himself. No use whining over it now; it was done; he was stupid and it was done and over with – no use going back to it needlessly and beating himself over it now. And who knows? What’s wrong with a little bit of help every now and then? People weren’t perfect; nobody was an expert; everyone needed help on more than one occasion in their lives. “Yeah… Yeah, you’re right. If you actually wouldn’t mind, um. I’ve… never been here before. Ever. At all. I just know this place is called ‘Sinnoh,’ and that’s… about the extent of my knowledge on the whole region. I have no clue at all where I would begin to look at, for anything. No hotels, no cities, no nothing. So… I don’t care for any place that’s… ridiculously fancy, but I just want to be able to go and… explore the rest of Sinnoh from where I’m gonna be. See the Pokemon – maybe catch a few things – check out all the sights. All that.”

“Sorry to ask so much of you,” he scratched the back of his head, looking away, “didn’t… really expect anyone to offer help to me, anyway. I probably would’ve wasted a few days figuring it out for myself, so… is there anything I could do while this is all going on to… make it up to you, somewhat?”

“How about Hearthome City? It’s, well. Aptly named, I suppose, being as much in the heart of the region as geography will allow, which makes getting pretty much anywhere in the region relatively easier. It’s not too far off Pastoria City either, which is built by the Great Marsh. It’s Sinnoh’s— hm, equivalent of Kanto’s Safari Zone or Johto’s National Park, if you’re familiar with those. You’ll be able to catch pokémon in the Marsh that can’t be found anywhere else. Though, of course, there are other options, should Hearthome not appeal to you. You could simply stay in Pastoria and save the commute time, if you plan to visit often. Or somewhere else totally different.”

Regarding him for a long moment, Cynthia didn’t betray her surprise at the man’s sudden apology, much less his offer to make it up to her. She hadn’t really realised that this was the sort of favour that’d warrant recompense, if that was what the man was meaning by ‘making it up to her’... Not to sound cheesy, but it was honestly enough for her that she got to blabber a little bit about her home region, Sinnoh pride and all. Perhaps it was for the best that she hadn’t started on the region’s historical and mythological attractions; her combination regional pride and nerdism would never let her shut up. And then she’d be talking a stranger’s ear off and probably actually boring him to death.

Her neutral expression to morphed into something akin to mild bemusement before she replied, “Not at all; It’s quite alright. I’m sorry for rattling off like that. I hope I haven’t turned you off the rest of the region with boredom.”

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The real tragedy is that there aren’t enough pictures of Cynthia in Garchomp onesies.

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The myths of dreams | Cynthia & Fennel

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Just where was it? The map couldn’t have disappeared so easily, and even though Fennel was disorganized at times, she would have hoped she had remembered where the map was. After all, she did need it to navigate around the Sinnoh region.

Ah, if only her pokegear worked! It had broken down during the boat ride from Unova to Sinnoh, and Amanita hadn’t been there to fix it. If anybody could fix it, it definitely was her younger sister. Fennel took great pride in the fact that her sister was a genius, maybe more so than she was herself. Plus, she wouldn’t trust anybody else in the handle of such important technology such as her pokegear.

Suddenly, Dream started to speed up in front of her. Fennel had let the Munna out of its pokeball while she searched the path for the map, but it looks like it found something first. And that something was another person.

“Oh dear, it looks like I had lost my map! Do you think you could help me out?” she asked the other woman. And then Fennel realized who it was: Cynthia, the very person she had set out to look for. 

“What luck! Just the person I was looking for! Let me introduce myself. I’m Dr. Fennel, from the Unova region. I came all the way here on Aurea’s - I mean Professor Juniper’s - recommendation, so that I could study how you work! Would that be alright with you?”

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Perhaps one of the last things she’d expected to see that day was an Unovan pokémon, drifting languidly to a stop before her, followed by a woman— presumably its trainer?

Another tourist, Cynthia supposed, if she were inquiring for directions, though apparently said directions weren’t quite needed anymore, the woman having evidently found what she was looking for. Who she was looking for.

“I see. Yes, of course; it would be my pleasure.” To be honest, she hadn’t really the faintest clue as to what this studying would really entail, much less what the other woman meant by ‘work’. As far as she knew, she hadn’t really done too much serious ‘work’ since she’d left her post as champion; research work of her own into some new leads on a few myths she’d been interested in of late— nothing that she could’ve imagined would merit the curiosity of a scientist like Dr. Fennel.

Cynthia knew distantly of the Unovan Professor, though they’d never really been acquainted; most of what she’d heard came from passing mentions of her work at international League events, and what the not-too-oft chatty Professor Rowan would mutter about her, but they were pretty much always stunningly good things. So if Dr. Fennel was here on the good professor’s recommendation, then who was Cynthia not to oblige?

It wasn’t like she had much planned to do for the remainder of the day.

“You’ll have to instruct me as to what you’d like to observe. Forgive me: I don’t really have anything prepared.”

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wh eeze s how abt tht valentines day cynthia,

Cynthia could step on me and I’d appreciate it ~Admin Kiawe

I feel like Cynthia is really into holiday snacks. Like you know how there are promotions during holidays about certain flavors? I feel like this month is red velvet and she just loves it. 

She’s pretty much famous so I bet she receives a lot of chocolates and letters from admirers or elders whether they are anonymous or not

She tried returning the favor before but literally could not since it was a lot of people and then it’d just get outta hand…

Cynthia loves chocolates but she needs someone to hide them from her before she absent-mindedly ends up eating them all. However, she does have a handful and shares them with her Pokemon, just not too often before they too become chocoholics.

Someone once gave her one of those giant plushies and she still has it to this day. She just couldn’t get rid of it. 

Loves to share treats with people even if she just met them. As long as she knows they aren’t horrible people, she’s gonna share. 

Cynthia doesn’t make a big deal about Valentine’s Day because literally, it’s just another day? She understands that couples like to make it special, but she doesn’t. 

She will send things to her loved ones like family members or friends. Heck, she likes getting the Elite Four things too!

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A Moment of Peace | Wes and Cynthia

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echoesoforre:

Lost. Yeah. That was one word for it. Frustrated, anxious. Those were all plenty accurate. As he turned to face the girl, he couldn’t help himself but notice the smallest resemblances with his own Umbreon - black, with little touches of yellow here and there. He knew who this woman was, from the reports and news all over Sinnoh. She was the local celebrity there - the region’s Champion, known as Cynthia. How interesting that she would suddenly come up to greet Wes of all people; perhaps she had some prior knowledge of his escapades in Orre? But by the looks of her approach, he would safely conclude that she knew nothing about him, and that he was simply a lost-looking tourist. How annoying.

Wes never enjoyed looking lost or looking vulnerable, and looking lost certainly falls under those categories. He looked exploitable, vulnerable, and idiotic. He sighed as the woman approached him; of course, she couldn’t know that her greeting him was just a confirmation of all of his anxieties that he was embarrassing himself, so he tried his best to seem as cordial as possible. “It’s not rude at all; don’t worry about it. You could say I’m lost, but… I’m just trying to find the general direction of a hotel - any, really; I didn’t really… plan for one to stay at. Seems a little idiotic, I know, but, um… I just need to find one of those now.”

Despite his assurance otherwise, Cynthia couldn’t help but feel that her interference had bothered the man, in some way or another. Though she wasn’t in the habit of making wild assumptions, least of all about strangers she’d only known all of about thirty seconds, she couldn’t help but feel like the man resented being put at a disadvantage in this way, or any, which was easily understandable. That, or he was simply flustered from the journey—presumably a long one— from wherever he had come from. Perhaps both?

His cordiality was admirable, regardless. She offered him a small smile.

“Don’t worry about it; that’s not idiotic at all. It happens to the best of us.” Silent for a moment as she pursed her lips in thought, she ran through a mental catalogue of potential suggestions. Whilst hotels proper could only really be found in some of the larger, more bustling cities like Jubilife, there were always places of some calibre to stay in the smaller towns, too. Then, of course, there were the resorts. “Do you have anything particular in mind, a particular town you were planning to visit? I can recommend a few places with decent enough rates. Sinnoh is home to two resorts, as well, should you be inclined to that sort of thing as well.”

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A Glint of Hope in Glittering Cave (Emma and Cynthia)

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Emma’s face lit up at Cynthia’s agreement. Any excuse to get pastries was enough to get Emma moving. Sometimes they were the only thing she got out of the house for. She also did not have a plan B for if Cynthia had said no, and probably would have just stood there and stammered away like a confused Psyduck.

Emma was already starting to feel a little better. Some of the stress had left her body and it seemed that talking to someone was actually having a positive effect on her for once. Talking to Cynthia was almost… easier. Emma could not quite put her finger on why. Maybe it was that Cynthia had an almost big sister/mother vibe, or maybe it was just that she was actually taking time out of her day to just talk to Emma.

“We can fly there on one of my pokémon, if you’d like that instead. I’m happy either way.”

Emma’s face immediately paled as her new acquaintance said this. Flying was… not the most fun thing in the world for Emma. The heights, the wind, and the speed all terrified Emma. But she did not want to disappoint. It can’t be all that bad, I’ll just close my eyes or something.

“A-ah… Whatever w-works best f-f-for y-y-you. I-I’m g-good e-either way.” She ran after Cynthia to catch up.

“Yes. I j-just moved t-there r-r-recently. I-it’s all q-quite o-overwhelming s-sometimes t-though…”

Ah. The double stutter— or at least, a noticeable increase of it, anyway. Perhaps they wouldn’t fly after all.

Sunlight hitting their faces as they reached the cave entrance, Cynthia shielded her eyes as she surveyed Route 9, spread in a sprawling road of jagged rocks too rough to traverse by foot. She’d come to Glittering Cave on Rhyhorn back, following the rest of her tour group; she didn’t see them now— perhaps they had left already, or otherwise were still down in the cave system?— but that was of no real consequence. The trail was, if she remembered, relatively straightforward to navigate: it was only really a matter of travelling in a sort-of straight-ish path.

She flashed Emma a smile, abeit a smile a little squintier than she’d usually do, her eyes still not yet having fully adjusted to the light. “Would it be alright with you if we took the scenic route, then? There’s never really the chance to ride pokémon like this back where I’m from— it’s still a little bit novel to me.”

“I see. That’d be understandable! Lumiose has to be one of the busiest cities I’ve ever visited. Do you like living there, at least?”

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Tell My Muse What You Want To Do To Them On Anon.

I don’t care if it’s cute, sexual, or violent. Just do it!

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you are challenged by champion cynthia! WHEW she is done! i had this sketch sitting around but i finally got to finish it YAAAAAAAY tfw you like the champions from gen 1-4 (bc i havent really gotten much past the 2nd gym in bw and i havent played xy) so this was really fun to do ; v ;

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A Moment of Peace | Wes and Cynthia

Starter Call | @shiroselene

He’d needed a break, just like anybody else would. Playing up the whole ‘Hero of Orre’ bit didn’t exactly pay its weight in gold, now did it? It only ever seemed to cause him a load of stress, more than anything. Orre was the last place one would expect to need a hero, but once they had one, boy, did they need him. In a place where everyone mosied up as individuals, where it was a dog-eat-dog world and everyone fought alone, relying on a single man to solve all of one’s problems soon became a cry of dependence upon him. From photoshoots with the mayor, Pyrite Town gaining its acclaim from housing the Hero himself, news interviews expecting his input on any single possibility that Cipher could rise again… In a word, it all became quite annoying.

Certainly, in his heart of hearts, Wes was a bit lighter and kinder than the rough batch who made up the Orre region, but he never quite expected to rise to the level of martyrdom. And certainly, he’d never wanted it, even if he was currently living in this situation; he’d only ever wanted to get away with it.

It was nearly on impulse that he decided to take a small vacation. Five days; that’s all he allowed himself. Five days. Any more, and he’d feel like he’d return to a region overrun with Cipher; any less, and he never would’ve enjoyed it. But even still, as he bought his plane ticket, loaded up his things, he couldn’t help but feel an anxiety wash over him. Is this what saving a region did to him? Feeling as though every responsibility fell on his shoulders?

Even as he’d arrived in a region known as Sinnoh, even as he’d unpacked his luggage looking for nowhere in particular to stay, his mind was still on his hometown; his heart was still within Orre, desperately wondering if it’d all gone to hell by now. He took a moment to breathe.

A hotel. He needed a hotel to stay at.

He looked around, perhaps for anybody he could get directions from. He had to admit, he was lost in a big place like this, alone in a region he’d never been before. Maybe finding someone familiar with the place would be useful.

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For pokémon trainer, Cynthia had never been infused with much of a sense of wanderlust as an adolescent. At least, not until a month after first leaving Celestic Town on her pokémon journey. Even then, it’d taken something like a full year for her to really board the enthusiasm train, though there was admittedly something wonderfully liberating about travelling the region by foot, just her and her pokémon against the world— she only wished she had realised it sooner. It was always hard, knowing how to cherish something before it’s gone.

Not that she’d stopped travelling! Arceus above, she’d spent sleepless nights feeling bad enough about that. Championship wasn’t supposed to feel like complacency. Not that it did, of course! There was never any shortage of challengers to the League, so in that way, Cynthia and her pokémon were always kept on their toes. But not being quite as free to come and go as she pleased wore a little bit on her nerves, especially on the days when she’d be swamped under with challengers and paperwork.

She hated to think it this way, but being relinquished of her duties by her successor was actually something of a relief, after the cocktail rush of all the feelings she had had over the matter had subsided. Because, once again, she could travel without restriction; and now, with the perk of money, she wasn’t limited just to Sinnoh. The world was her cloyster, the door to every region flung wide open. And when it came to indulging her passion for research, Cynthia was ready to go to the ends of the earth.

If she’d learned anything on her travels, though, it was the feeling of being a tourist— the experience of which, of course, being vital for the honing of the difficult art of empathy. Particularly with other tourists. They were always relatively easy to spot, should one know what to look out for. There was always this look about them... And she knew firsthand how much help was usually appreciated, whether it be with directional advice or otherwise.

It wasn’t often that she got to return the favour when she was back home.

Catching the eye of the confused-looking man, she made her way over to him. “Excuse me. Forgive me for being rude, but would you be in need of some directions to... Somewhere? You look a bit lost.”

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skullboi replied to your post: What if ya thought 'bout datin' me, babe?

babe… why ya gotta do me like this…

“Well, for starters, I don’t usually allow people to call me ‘babe’ until after the second date.”

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“What if you had actually worn clothes fitting for Alola rather than that huge coat.?”

“Then I might’ve kept half the body weight I’ve probably lost in sweat.”

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"Ooh. How about Steven? I guess?"

“Oh, there could be worse. He’s a gentleman, undeniably, and I do consider him a friend of mine, which is always a plus. Though, isn’t that the thing?” She gave a wry smile, “I’m no psychic, but I’ve never foreseen anything more than that in our future.”

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What if ya thought 'bout datin' me, babe?

“If I thought about it?”

“I don’t think you’d ever find out.”

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