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Post by Jay on Nov 20, 2019 23:38:17 GMT
There was a knock at Ramona's door. She raised her head from her pillow, squinted at the light that formed a harsh white veneer outside her window. Had she died and finally gone to heaven? From the pain in her neck, it felt like it. Her blanket was half-fallen to the floor, her legs sprawled as wide as they could on the stiff twin mattress. On the chair and small desk beside the window, her clothes poured as if vomited from her bag's unzippered mouth. Her second night had passed and still she hadn't come close to unpacking.
"Coming," she called out. She held her head as she pressed her feet to the cold tile floor. Was Blaire coming to say hi? Maybe it was that pink-haired boy Jonathan. She didn't want either to see her in her morning disarray, but there was no time to change.
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Post by Jay on Nov 20, 2019 23:48:41 GMT
Ernest rapped on the door. He was exhausted from his night exploring Marrasay City, tired enough to succumb to a whole day of nothing. But that was Unova Ernest. He had signed up for that tournament, and still had only one Pokemon to his name. He held his heavily head, ran fingers through his greasy hair, and was prepared to knock again when he heard the voice on the other end.
Coming. Feet thudded towards the door.
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Post by Jay on Nov 20, 2019 23:51:38 GMT
Ramona opened the door. On the other side was her father, his beaming face. Of course! Her father only lived next door!
"I thought you died out at sea," she said with a sleepy smile, an overzealous yawn. A small tendril of guilt wriggled around in her chest. They hadn't said much of a word to each other since they claimed their rooms. "I didn't mean it poorly, I..." If anyone was to point out her aimless stammering, it would be him, so she dropped it altogether. "What's up?"
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Post by Jay on Nov 21, 2019 0:06:29 GMT
To see Ramona was a relief. After a couple nights of traveling alone, meeting and experiencing unfamiliar people and places, she roped him back to a more peaceful reality. A reality he built for himself over a long time ago, a reality he didn't want to completely let go of. He smiled, stuck a hand out to smooth a kinked lock of hair on his daughter's head.
"I'm a zombie, that's what's up," he said, putting his hands out in front of him. "I was thinking we could go somewhere out in the countryside, catch our first Pokemon for that tournament you wanted so badly to join." They had talked about it on the way to the region. No way she missed out on applying.
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Post by Jay on Nov 21, 2019 0:15:50 GMT
Their first Pokemon. Ramona grinned guiltily. "You mean you haven't caught a Pokemon yet?" She fell back onto her bed (the springs were stiff enough that it hurt a little) and cast a glance to the table, where amid the mess were two Pokeballs. She wasn't sure which one Poochyena's was. She hadn't even given it a name yet.
"Sorry, dad," she said. She started playing with her hair, trying to make it passable for the outside world. "But I'm always up to catch a third! Where were you thinking?"
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Post by Jay on Nov 21, 2019 0:28:08 GMT
"What!?" Ernest whipped his focus towards the second Pokeball on her desk. He wasn't sure what part of his reaction was real, genuine disappointment and which part was for theatrics. "When did that happen? What is it?"
He supposed it didn't really matter. They'd both need more than two Pokemon to compete with the other trainers in the region.
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Post by Jay on Nov 21, 2019 0:31:04 GMT
"It's a Poochyena!" she said. She thought about letting it free, showing her father how cute it was. How would it react to its first time seeing her? The last time their eyes met, she had sent Jello to attack it, and a Poochyena biting her would likely be a poor exhibition of her new friend.
"Don't worry about it!" She smiled as sweetly as she could to change the subject. "Let's go catch some Pokemon. I want to see what this region has to offer." She pushed him out before even asking him where it was that they're going, promising to meet him in the lobby after she got changed.
//end to the build up ill just fastforward
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Post by Jay on Nov 21, 2019 0:56:34 GMT
The stepped out of the train into the heat of the sun, which seemed to reflect the deep oranges and pinks of the rocks around them. The trainride to the canyon's city was breathtaking. Ramona looked back to where it crossed the narrow bridge, the tunnel from which it revealed the works of Arceus.
"Do you remember when we stayed at the Desert Resort?" Ramona asked, blocking the sun with her hand. From her father's howling laughter, it seemed he did. Who would build a resort amid a desert anyhow? She looked over to see her father slathering sunscreen on his arms, his nose, and when their eyes met he threatened her with a glob of cold lotion, managing to clip her on the nose. She cried out in her fruitless attempt to evade the swipe. It was such a shock to her sunbaked system. They laughed hard enough to alert a few locals.
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Post by Jay on Nov 21, 2019 1:08:28 GMT
It felt great to be as he was. As he hoped to be until he died, messing around with his daughter. She spoke at lengths on the train ride about a Poochyena she had yet to meet, that she planned to meet out in that canyon. There were ruins in the rocks, dad. Maybe there is a mystery to solve, dad. Have you shaved yet, dad? It felt good to be with someone, a person he loved so dearly again. Love was something he hadn't reserved for anyone else since his ex-wife gave him those papers to sign.
"Come on," he said, rubbing the rest of his weaponized sunscreen on his arms. He tossed Ramona the bottle. "The pamphlet says there is a trail over here." He watched her face contort when he mentioned the pamphlet, as if to say: Who uses pamphlets anymore?
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Post by Jay on Nov 21, 2019 1:34:42 GMT
They carried through the canyon, past the white and blue marble homes to the slanting and rocky wilderness beyond. Even with the sunscreen, the untethered sky felt like an oven. It was so hot in places of this region for November. Ramona had heard of a snowy forest somewhere, a valley doused with refreshing mist. Just the thought makes her skin tingle.
Pokemon were rife in these parts. Birds flew overhead, and small ground Pokemon burrowed into the soft rock to hide food in makeshift pockets. Ramona and her father looked into different directions, drank the kind of landscape that only four eyes could process.
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Post by Jay on Nov 21, 2019 1:42:30 GMT
The nature was there's to admire, hard to claim no matter the amount of seconds they took to stand silently. Canyons dropped to air nearby their feet. "Be careful," he said. Some kind of rebellious look flowered in his daughter's face. Of course, of course, he didn't need to tell her that.
He went in his own direction, just a few feet around a large and jutting rock. It formed a small cave, an indent the size of a Groudon's thumb. Something moved inside...
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Post by Jay on Nov 21, 2019 1:45:12 GMT
A Cubone was beating a rock with its club, almost as if to sharpen it. He had heard stories in Kanto about these things, wandering orphans from a time when Team Rocket killed their mothers for sport. This one was alone too... he felt a pang of sympathy. He didn't want to hurt it; he wanted to give it a home.
He placed a Pokeball on the ground. Gently, he rolled it towards the creature. By the time it spotted him, the Pokeball had touched its body, and a white light enveloped it.
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Post by Jay on Nov 21, 2019 1:47:17 GMT
It was not that easy. Within one shake, the Pokemon emerged. It looked a cocktail of frightened and pissed off, and Ernest knew he had to send out his Rockruff.
"Marley, don't let it escape!" he said. In the light now, he saw how thin and scrawny the Pokemon looked. He had to give it a home, a steady supply of food. At the moment, however, it didn't look like it was interested in anything he was trying to offer it.
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Post by Jay on Nov 21, 2019 1:48:57 GMT
The Pokemon tried to scurry away, but Marley blocked its path. "Come on, little guy, I don't wanna fight you!" Ernest said. He had caught many Pokemon in his life, some with which he toyed more than he should have. That was a long time ago. Marley barked, as if to agree with Ernest's sentiments. With escape avenues blocked, Ernest threw another Pokeball.
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Post by Jay on Nov 21, 2019 1:49:46 GMT
It was equally as fruitless. The Cubone jumped out from the Pokeball and threw its bone club, striking Marley in the nose. It tried to escape in the sudden daze.
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