#v: main sequence

[shine-by-night]

[ It’s present time for @komala-scientist! ]

Seated at the bar inside the Wyndon North Pokémon Center, Starr sips a hot Roserade Tea while studying the Monster Ball in her other hand. It’s a Premier Ball, gleaming white with that single, ribbon-like red stripe. There’s no real reason for what it holds to have been placed in that ball, specifically. She’d just used it because she’d thought it was pretty; because it goes well (in her oh-so-fashionable opinion) with the Pokémon inside.

(Though they do say Premier Balls are meant to commemorate special events, and she’s hoping that’s what this will turn out to be.)

Every bone in her body is vibrating with excitement at the thought of just putting it straight into the transfer system and sending it off to its new home (it’s quite possible she’s made entirely of sunshine and sugar and brightening someone else’s day is also how she brightens her own), but... No, it might be better to ask first, just in case. It’s not native to Alola, and the facility it’s going to has protocols for incoming Pokémon no matter their origin.

Eventually, a PC Box at the Aether Foundation pings with a message for Rico. It’s from [email protected], and it’s written exactly the way it would probably sound spoken aloud.

Heyheyhey

Have you ever seen one of these?

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What about these?

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[shine-by-night]

[ Starter for @the-skull-king! ]

She comes up to Ula’Ula now-and-then. She finds excuses. Somehow, the excuses always start with a trip to the beach off Route 15, for reasons known only to herself. But from there, after all, it’s a short walk to Aether House, and not that much farther a Sharpedo ride to Route 16 and Po Town, which is - more-or-less where she is now. She hasn’t gone into the walled village yet, but she’s coming out of the police depot just outside it, biting back laughter as she tosses an over-the-shoulder wave at Nanu. Though he probably won’t see it, what with being slowly engulfed by a pile of Alolan Meowths who think their lunch is late, and all.

[shine-by-night]

[ @thegalarianchampion - continued from x ]

“I see, I suppose that could be considered as a downside of being a champion here in Galar, I meet so many people in a day I don’t have the time to sort out anything all that useful. I have to trust in the knowledge I gained on my journey but compared to those who get the time to calmly think about the day’s events it’s small.” 

“Is it regional differences, do you think?” She purses her lips, considering this. “I know in some regions, being the Champion is almost like being a movie star, people are falling all over themselves trying to get a piece of you. Though I suppose it could just be that when I first became Champion, I already knew so many of the people in Alola that it was just kind of like, ‘You won? That’s great. Say, remember when you knocked over all the chips at the Iki Town festival?’ or whatever.”

[shine-by-night]

( @colorless-colress-rp liked for a starter! )

There’s Pokémon training - building their strength and skills until you’re ready to be the very best - and then there’s Pokémon...training, the kind that’s largely composed of, “Oh sweet Arceus! Not on the floor!” and, “No jumpies! What are you doing to that poor woman’s leg?” and “Sit pretty! Shake! Do your little turn on the Meowthwalk!”

Alright, some of those are more applicable to some Pokémon - and people - than others. But when it comes to basic manners, Starr’s Pokémon are mostly well-behaved. Mostly. She doesn’t generally let Nebby or Necrozma float around alone, even in Alola, but Primarina and Lycanroc, or even Silvally and Poipole - enough people know her, and know them, that even with the rarity of the latter, she doesn’t worry too much if they wander away to make googly eyes outside the malasada shop. (”Malasada? For meee? I’m so cuuuute.”)

And this is how Lycanroc, Silvally, and Poipole have ended up outside the mall, apparently running some kind of impromptu carnival. Silvally’s striking a pose, head turning left and right so that the afternoon sun gleams off his armoured frills; Lycanroc’s performing tricks for treats; and Poipole...Poipole is trying to paint the face of every child who walks by (and some of the adults, too), cheerfully squirting liquid colours like the world’s most useless sprinkler. (”Well, the grass is dead, but the yard sure is pretty!”)

It dips its head - and its pen - toward its next potential victim and inquires politely, “...be?”

[shine-by-night]

( @thebreak-ofdawn liked for a starter! )

It’s not Starr who’s travelled through the wormhole today, but her Poipole partner, Sticky. Though she’d been gifted the little Beast by members of the Ultra Recon Squad, it’s shown that it possesses at least some ability to explore Ultra Space on its own, and as long as it’s careful, she doesn’t mind if it takes a side trip now-and-then (and with her own associations with a psychic Necrozma, as well, if anything does happen - with luck, it will call out as loud as it can, and Alola will mount a rescue party the likes of which hasn’t been seen since the Holes had first opened).

It spins and squeals, dips through the golden orbs that Lunala and Solgaleo use to power their journeys, and finally dives through the brightest, whitest Ultra Hole it’s seen in recent memory, so dazzled by the glow that for a time, it can’t see where it’s even going. All it knows is that it craves the light the way a drowning man craves a rope, a desert wanderer craves water, and the grandson of Kahuna Hala craves malasadas.

[shine-by-night]

[ Starter for @multimxn / Lillie - Going off the assumption they know each since Starr’s Moon-based, but if that doesn’t work for you, you can let me know and I’ll change it! ^^ ]

It’s taken a while, but she’s finally managed to end up in the same place as Lillie at the same time. As far as she knows, it’s not from either of them wanting to avoid the other. They’re just both so busy now - half the time, when Starr’s in Alola, Lillie’s not, and vice versa. And Lillie’s travelled so much herself now that she’s probably been to most of the same regions Starr has, but that hasn’t stopped Starr from picking up at least one souvenir from every town, gym, or roadside attraction she’s passed along the way. There are stacks of postcards from Pallet Town, a tiny Lavender Tower around which an equally-tiny translucent Haunter spirals up and back down, genuine strands of yarn pulled from the World’s Biggest Ball Of Yar -

“H’derp, that one’s actually for Kahuna Nanu.” She laughs, plucking the package out of the pile. “I thought I’d just throw it into the Meowth pit and see what happens. The rest of them are yours, though.” She’s a little embarassed now that she’s realized just how much she really brought back, and for the girl who has everything and can easily afford whatever she doesn’t.

[shine-by-night]

[ Starter for @disgruntledbranchchief! ]

Okay, so maybe technically, residents of Alola aren’t supposed to take a random Pokémon out for a flight any more than visitors are, but Nebby’s not exactly a random Pokémon and Starr’s found that most people don’t object to the idea of the ex-first-Champion making use of her Legendary partner rather than calling on Charizard. (And it’s not like she takes advantage of her fame and fortune that often; bypassing the Ride service and the ten-year queue at the Tide Song Tea Room are about the extent of it.)

As the spotless white expanse of Aether Paradise comes into view, the Lunala dips a wing to slow her flight and spirals down to a butterfly-soft landing outside the main building. Starr reaches forward to give Nebby an affectionate scritch, slides to her feet, and scritches Nebby again before calling her back to the luxury ball. With the ball tucked into her bag, she turns to head inside. She’s humming softly, not in any hurry.