@drmagnolia
On the outskirts of Turffield, Oleana stood with her back to the town and a tablet in hand, surveying first the empty stretch of grass, then the Power Spot. It was little more than the impression of a small crater in the earth, but the telltale red light that emanated from it cast an eerie glow over Oleana’s face as she approached.
She had released her recently evolved Garbodor, Marjory, minutes prior in preparation for they tests she and Dr. Magnolia had planned. Every bit as friendly as she had been as a Trubbish, Marjory lingered close to the professor’s side, offering her a pleasant chirr in greeting and pawing at her feet for attention.
On today’s agenda was testing the limits of the Dynamax Band prototype-- recording just how far it could be taken from a Power Spot before the connection was lost. Such had been the latest topic of complaint from the League’s board of directors. Frankly, it’s unrealistic to assume that the transformation will hold long enough for a full battle, it had been said. That aside, your average battlefield is about 100 meters long. We must consider the issue of mobility...
Unrealistic, it seemed, had been the word of the day.
(“Obviously they’re mistaken,” had been Oleana’s characteristically blunt response to that as she prepped their equipment. “I presume you’ll be helping me prove that.”)
“-- Although, in our last attempt, I approximated our distance at 30.48 meters,” Oleana droned on, seemingly to her Pokémon. Marjory bobbed a little in place, almost nodding. “We’ll have to do a bit better than that.”
She stepped away then, the Dynamax Band (an unfinished, jagged-looking thing) fastened to her wrist. Her first instinct was to press on without a word. She had done exactly that in previous such meetings with Magnolia, her lack of practice when it came to truly working with others painfully apparent. Now, however, something caused her to pause and glance the professor’s way.
“... Should we proceed, Professor?”









