"I’ll surely be happy." with your bianca if you'd like ^_^
“So how has Nate’s journey been running along?” asked a voice coming from the blonde’s xtransceiver.
“I’d say it’s going…” replied a certain blonde chaperone, pausing her frequent clicking of her pen to think for just a second “...well, Professor Juniper.” She let out a sigh, furrowing her eyebrows in frustration as she turned to look over at the student who was almost putting on a street performance with meloetta.
The brunette in her watch let out a chuckle, “Not used to babysitting teenagers, Bianca?” she asked. Bianca could hear her shuffling with her xtransceiver on, hearing her rummage through something in the background.
The research assistant shook her head, “Not really, he’s just rowdy is all. Especially since he’s still lying a lot, which is…” She grimaced, watching as Nate started to get into a heated exchange with what she hoped was another teenager as Meloetta watched in curiosity. It’ll sort itself out, she knows. Probably with a pokemon battle, as all things did back when she was just a bit older than him.
Her mentor simply hummed, pulling out a little green baggy from the cupboard. “It’ll pass eventually, he’s at that age when he’s still figuring things out. All teenagers got their quirks. The most we adults can do is try to guide them onto the right path as they grow up.” Bianca turned back to her xtransceiver, watching as Professor Juniper closed the cabinet from the other side of the watch screen.
She sighs, rubbing her forehead over her green cap. “I get that, doesn’t mean it’s easy though.”
“No it’s not, but growing up isn’t easy either Bianca,” she reminded, evidently shutting off her stove with the click her student could hear. “You know that more than anyone, we gotta cut them some slack. Even if they can be difficult.”
The blonde only sighed, her hazel eyes squinting as she stared at the blurring letters in front of her. “I guess you’re right,” she mumbled, clicking down the green option of her multicolor pen again and began writing yet again. She let out a grumble of pain as an ache in her started to flare up.
There was more shuffling on her teacher’s end, the sound of pouring water, and eventually it came to a pause. Had she been looking, she would’ve seen the professor finally sitting down with the cup of green tea she worked so hard to make. “You really do need glasses I think.”
Bianca sighed, “I probably do. Haven’t found the time to make the appointment and get them checked out, though.”
Professor Juniper just simply hummed, taking another sip from her cup. “We’ll sort out a time for you to get them checked out. Can’t have my assistant’s head hurting from simply reading now, can we?” she remarked, winking at the blonde from behind her screen.
The girl in the green hat simply smiled warmly, her frustrated expression transforming into one of fondness. “...Thanks Professor.”
Juniper smiled, before quickly shifting the conversation again. “...So, you’re working on your therapy journal right now?” She watches as her assistant nodded, humming as conversation while she bit down on her pen. “I see… It's been a while since you last saw your therapist. Have the journals been helping you?
Bianca nods again, turning her gaze back to her xtransceiver, putting down her pen. “I’d say so. I mean, I’m still doing them even after I stopped seeing her.” She takes a page by her hand, and starts flipping through the pages. “It helps me sort out my emotions, ya know? It’s become like a part of my routine to me… almost.”
She can’t remember the last time she had a truly bad day, honestly. A lot of her days were expressed with simple :)s or :|s. Sure there was the occasional >:( (mostly due to a certain… ex friend. Who she refuses to think about. Or Nate did something that especially made her worry) but for the most part, the last time she felt distress… was a long time ago.
It feels weird, not being as affected by her trainer years anymore. She could only imagine what her therapy journal would’ve looked like had she been writing in one when she was seventeen or eighteen. Maybe sixteen too… that’s when it was all beginning.
Oh well. She yawns, pausing her flipping and returning back to the page she was writing on. She stretches her arms out.
The brunette in the lab coat’s face shifts into one of concern. “That’s good to know,” she remarks, as she places her cup to the side. “Although, if you ever need to talk about anything, you can come to me or Briar. I care for your well-being just as much as I did when you were sixteen. I’m sure Briar does too.”
BIanca hums, turning back to the woman on the screen. Her face softens, hearing that. “...Thank you, Professor,” she simply says. She returns back to her earlier entries, one she remembers oh so well, forever stained by the tears she was crying on that stormy night.
An entry when she was just barely nineteen, when the effects of what everyone did still lingered heavily back in her mind.
When Hilbert’s frozen body still burned inside her memories and haunted her vision every which way.
When she was still… lost.
Sometimes she still feels that way.
“I think one day, I’ll surely be happy… and I think I’m getting there.” She says, staring down at the page with a bittersweet smile. She internally thanks the boy who wore the baseball cap she’s kept inside her bag ever since she left to guide three certain children.
Professor Juniper’s frown shifts into a warm smile, one that seemed to glow with pride “I’m happy to hear that, Bianca.”
The girl in the green cap simply closes her eyes and giggles, turning back to look at her mentor inside the screen.
Only to be taken out the warm feeling to a familiar yelp, pokemon cry, and explosion. She looks straight up with wide eyes in the direction, and sighs. Her head hurts again. “Naaaaaate!” she calls, only to be met with no answer.
She packs her journal inside her bag hastily and takes out her Mandibuzz’s ball in exchange, just in case she needs a pokemon to remove the fourteen year old and his pokemon partner from the situation so they don’t get themselves hurt. “I gotta go, Professor. Nate’s probably gotten himself in a fight again. I’ll call back later, okay?”
Professor Juniper just laughs awkwardly, waving her off. “Oh the tiresome energy of adolescence, don’t worry about it. Keep me updated, okay?”
Bianca nods, saying her goodbyes before clicking the end call button on her xtransceiver. She slings her bag over her shoulder, preparing to apologize yet again for the teenager’s behavior, as well as what lecture to give Nate this time. One that he most assuredly, won’t listen to. Oh the stresses that come with adulthood.
Despite it all though, she’s much happier like this.
hi reese i only just saw your post, im so sorry things are still so hard i hope with all my heart everything starts easing up on you soon.
to me, reese, you are a dear friend. you are brilliantly clever and creative. youre an excellent artist and writer. you are so kind and giving, you do so much for your family and friends. thanks to you, i have friends in mhizzy, mel, moth, lissi, vinz, clo, and the rest of eggworld, and i cherish you and the others so so much. you work yourself to the bone and i do wish youd give yourself more grace, you can be so harsh on yourself... i know the world isnt letting up right now, i know it doesnt feel like youre doing enough. but reese, you are one of the strongest people i know, and you are doing wonderfully. even if you shouldn't have to be so strong, even if it doesnt feel like youre doing wonderfully. you have been dealt an insanely rough hand, and that isnt fair, and im so sorry things are so difficult for you. please know you are one of my dearest friends, and i truly believe in you. you will find your way out of this. i am certain. mwah mwah mwah
;;;; Maittttt ;;;; I teared up while reading thank you for your kind words :'(( I have been so horribly tired with everything happening the past year, but also guilty that it just never seems to let up somehow no matter how many times everyone helps me ;; I know it's out of my control, but it just feels like I'm not doing enough sometimes, even if the stress is so bad its having consequences on my body recently (besides my lack of appetite, I'm more prone to losing hair rn ❤️🩹).
I'm happy that I was able to at least make a little space for eggworld to be together and talk with one another. ;; I'm bad at being active at even my own servers, but I'm still grateful everyone is still active and talking always, and is welcoming when I pop up ... it really means a lot ;;
(voice of guy who is predictable) perhaps . a lissiverse hilda? OO or . lissi herself ^_^
hi mait !!!!!! Hehehe I already drew bw age hilda here but !! she does have a timeskip design <3 I’m sorry it’s kind of boring but she is there <3 she gets another one by the end of bw2 I’m just not fully decided on what it is yet
hi hi... if youre doing plush assignments again may i get one please :> wishing u luck with the move teehee ^o^
GOOD AFTERNOON MAIT!! THANK YOU FOR WISHING ME LUCK!! I WISH YOU LUCK TOO!! Sorry I got to this too long I slept for so long and did some cleaning ^^
You are like every jellycat plushie to me tbh. Their soft earthy tones and vibes are just so You so I have so many plushies I want to assign to you ...
SO MANY. But I think this one in particular is you <3
if u know ,,, how does ur lyra meet her pokemon!! and what are they like in terms of their personalities :]
SPEAKING OF POKEMON!!! (Grinning)
So Lyra’s first pokemon was NOT Roar the Cyndaquil like most other protagonists. Her first pokemon was actually Ombre the Eevee, a gift from Bill on her 14th birthday (he did the same for Kris). Ombre was her only other friend growing up outside of Ethan. She’s a bit more rambunctious, jolly even, than other Espeon you’d know, and often jumps on Lyra when she wants to play. But she’s also very protective of Lyra, probably the most protective of her team.
Roar the Cyndaquil, whom was a gift from Elm, on the other hand was very shy and quiet… he often hid behind her leg and even got scared of Ombre initially. He’s grown out of his shell but even now he’s just a bit timid.
The first pokemon she properly caught was Rocky the Phanpy, whom was kind of caught on accident? She stepped on her foot the wrong way, took a spill, and Rocky was kind of in the way. She accidentally got hit by a pokeball. It was on pure accident but neither parties seemed to mind, Rocky especially was pretty relaxed about it. And it didn’t take long for her to start wanting to carry Lyra around on her back.
Sprout the Hoppip was next, whom also kind of . Attached herself to her. One day she just kind of saw a flock of these passing by her eye and one landed on her hat. She’s probably the most docile of her pokemon. More often than not Lyra’s often sent running after her because she gets picked up by the wind and doesn’t really fight against if. But despite this she’s such a sweetie
Flan the Mareep was caught sort of because he was a dream pokemon for her. When Lyra set out on her journey to find herself she knew she wanted a Mareep since the very beginning. She saw one him . Just . Like. Collapsed into his fur, petting and cooing over him and everything. And Flan was the only one she set out on her journey to catch. Flan’s a bit of a brat, a bit sassy, is picky with his food, and especially starts (play) fights with Ombre. But just because he’s the smuggest sheep around doesn’t mean he isn’t just as protective of his teammates.
Drizzle the Wooper was a bit of a pest initially actually. Like Sprout, she too kind of latched herself onto Lyra. But like Lyra never really realized she was attached to her until later on down the line when she finds Sprout eating her food. Lyra thought it was really cute though, cooing over her and just giving her more food even though Drizzle was . Already stealing hers. Despite being a bit empty headed though, as most of her kind is, Drizzle is quite naughty. Often getting her head stuck in boxes and splashing Lyra with water. Although it’s never malicious. She’s just a bad Wooper. She’s also best friends with Rocky.
