Camphrier Town

Llorona had stopped at a nearby shop to spend a few pennies on replacement necessities. She would sooner kill herself than be seen without deodorant or conditioner again. After packing her things into a bag she could stand, and firmly crushing the Halloween costume into a smaller. plastic bag - she took the extra time to count what little money she had left. At the rate bad things kept happening, she was more likely to starve in the near future than to die from any particular danger on the road. "Well, at least I don't have to worry about getting fat anytime soon." She muttered, drawing an innocent but curious look from her Rowlet, and a much more knowing nod from Atlas. From there it was a simple task to plan the fastest route back to the port city she'd been in. The trio walked, or rather the duo walked - while the third sat perched on his trainer's shoulders, towards the very same road they'd been on coming into Camphrier town. As little as Llorona liked cliches, her green eyes flitted back to the hill and the castle she'd spent the night in. As bad as it had been, there was no way she was going to forget the experience. That was when she heard a meow and her blood ran cold.

Llorona watched Rhea scamper over to Cyren and her jaw dropped to an almost comical degree. Firstly, why and how did Cyren find her, Secondly - she had FORGOTTEN about Rhea. 'Oh god, oh god, oh god.' Her mind raced while she continued to stand in a frantic stupor. Did he know she'd forgotten the Litten? Was he mad? HOW HAD SHE FORGOTTEN THE CAT?! As Cyren took the first steps toward her, Llorona averted her eyes, looking around for anything she could use to get out of this situation. Then Deadeye reached out with one of his wings and tapped her on the shoulder. "It's okay, Rhea slept on the windowsill all night. We talked all morning." The pale woman's complexion didn't change, causing the Rowlet to chitter a sigh before puffing out his chest slowly and then exhaling. the Universal sign for 'breathe, it's okay.' On an instinctual level, Llorona began to draw in a breath and release it, reaching her third straight when out of left field she found herself being hugged. She didn't want to cry. She'd already balled her eyes out last night in front of complete strangers and that had been terrible enough. There was absolutely no way she was going to pull that shit with her brother around. Even so, her vision got blurry and she sniffled even as her muscles relaxed a bit and she wrapped her arms around the much larger male tightly. "Ever." She muttered in agreement, squeezing him far beyond the politically correct length of time a hug was supposed to last. Eventually, she did release Cyren, stepping back and clearing her throat. "How did you- I mean..." Her fingers made a terrible attempt at 'scratching' around her eyes, while she wiped some of the moisture away, the woman straightening afterward and pointing an accusing finger at him. "It does look kind of pretty doesn't- wait a second! Don't you DARE tell mom I dyed it, she'd send a hit squad or something after me if she knew I put in neon blue of all things? Plus if you do, I'll tell her you bailed on her poor, impressionable, and naive daughter in the middle of a foreign country." She let the finger drop, letting out a relieved breath. It wasn't what she'd planned to yell at him for - she wanted to scream that he had left her and she'd almost died at the hands of a giant pumpkin and it's pet dinosaur dragon. But for some reason, she simply wasn't feeling all that petty at the moment. Plus, he was a true sight for sore eyes. Llorona let the finger drop and simply stare at her brother for a few moments, taking him in before she realized she would be unable to at least resist a quick barb. He owed her that much. "So, job interview or date? Either way, I can tell it didn't swing your way." She was, of course, neglecting the fact that she currently looked like a homeless drug addict. Better to burn him first.

Atlas had spotted the strong looking human long before Rhea had drawn Llorona's attention. The Hitmonchan had thought there was something familiar about him, but his eyes were not what they had once been. "Too many concussions." The Hitmonchan muttered, his eyes following the Human who now seemed dead set on a path for Llorona. With each step, Atlas's heart began to thump a little more. He knew it was impossible, but he hoped anyway - even after his mind connected the dots between what Miss Braithwaite had told him earlier about Cyren being with her on her journey. The young man had grown up into an absolute unit... Just like the father, the Hitmonchan dared to hope he was for a brief moment. Of course, Atlas was still overjoyed to see Cyren once he came into view, taking an improper step forward before he could stop himself. It was a miracle that the Hitmonchan had even enough self-control to wait until Llorona had finished squeezing the man. Once Llorona had made her unnecessary quip, she was in no condition to judge others at the moment, Atlas stepped around her and stared up at Cyren with his most serious expression - locking eyes with the older of the Braithwaite siblings and growling. He held that gaze unflinchingly even when he heard Llorona grow a bit nervous behind him. "H-hey, Atlas it's my brother. Cyren. You remember him, relax." He was undeterred, eyes still boring holes into Cyren. Sure, he knew in his heart this was the young boy he'd originally thought to be assigned to - but he needed to make sure. He needed to know Cyren hadn't lost his touch.







Partners: SorukaNyoki
Out of their Pokeballs:
Wearing:Literal hand-me-down's from whatever Hanako wasn't using.
Trainer Encounter: 100/25
Wild Encounter: 113/5
Item Posting: Life Orb: 28/40
Item Posting: Big Mushroom: 20/30
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"That's..." Llorona wasn't really sure how to respond to that. HOW did one even begin to unbox that mess of a statement? She raised an eyebrow at him skeptically only to let it drop almost immediately. Cyren had a great poker face but she doubted he was lying. In the end, the woman shuffled a bit uncomfortably and decided he probably didn't actually want to talk about it. If he had, he would have spoken up more. "Well... Uh, neat? Glad you aren't in jail - I would never have found you and mom would have probably thrown a party to celebrate." Of course, as with everything else, Llorona had zero chance of not bringing the subject up and prodding him about it in a bit. That was for later though, no sense in pissing him off right away. She kinda didn't want to be alone right now. Even while it was an easy to follow reply, Llorona ed her head to the side a moment in confusion while her brain caught up, causing a grin to split her face. She never actually thought he would tell their mother. "That's the spirit, Cy. What mom doesn't know - won't kill us. Or that's my new motto anyway... Erm. I can't go shopping." Her shoulders slumped in defeat almost immediately. The shopping spree she'd gone on had been wonderous but she'd blown that card without thinking to take cash, and even if she HAD thought to do so - half of her belongings had been stolen so there was a good chance she wouldn't have that money anyway. "I may have tricked the help back home into turning all of my credit cards on. And I spent a lot of money... Like, a LOT of money." She was clearly not sorry for what had transpired in Kalos's 'city of lights'. Her only regret honestly was not putting a car on the company card to better carry her things in - even if she couldn't take it back to the Alola region with her. In the wake of her reverie, Llorona almost didn't catch the fact that her brother had noticed her garments. If HE noticed that she was dressed like a country bumpkin - others would too. "Wait... do I look bad?" She asked, Deadeye shaking his head fervently and drawing her slitted, skeptical gaze. That owl was lying.

Atlas's attention never left Cyren - as if the Machop before him simply didn't exist. This was a part of the game. This was how businessmen greeted each other and tested their gut against one another, or so Mister Braithwaite had instructed him long ago. Unlike Llorona's initial awkwardness with the hug, understandable given how rotten her previous day had been, Atlas leaned into the hug himself and gave the large human a few thumps on the back. It was not the response Mister Braithwaite had taught him was proper, but in his heart of hearts, he'd always known Cyren was a much more gentle boy than his father had been. Plus? Hugs were nice. "I've missed you much Sir. It is good to see you again as well." The moment was succeeded with cat paws squishing his cheeks a bit, but if the Hitmonchan was bothered by this it did not show. Once the embrace ended - Atlast placed a gloved hand on either one of Cyren's shoulders to study the boy. He'd certainly grown up to be as big and strong as his father but there was something there that led Atlas to believe he wasn't entirely healthy. This brought a frown to the fighting Pokemon's face although he did not comment. "He certainly is Cyren Braithwaite." Atlas offered to Rhea, acknowledging the Machop for the first time. "Hello there. I've not seen a Machop in a long time. My name is Atlas, and you are?" It was normal for fighting type Pokemon to come off as more than a bit egotistical when they first met, especially when one just walked up to your trainer like it intended to rip him to pieces. Atlas was one of those who'd risen above the need for flare and y showmanship, however. The greatest fighters had no need for such things.

"Aaaanyway." The interjection came after whatever display of manliness between Cyren and Atlas ended, the woman curling a strand of her blue hair around expectantly. "Mom turned off all the cards, probably for good this time. But I did have a cute outfit before this..." She tugged on the loose-fitting bottoms, a wave of sadness hitting her when she realized she'd not taken even one picture of the Halloween outfit to share with her friends, or in this case, Cy. How had she possibly forgotten about that? Whatever the case had been, it was too late now - and in hindsight that was probably for the best. That outfit would be haunted with bad memories now, not to mention she wasn't sure her brother would approve of something bordering on slutty for his sister. She had thought it creative buuuut, risky was not something she could deny the outfit as being either. "Do me a favor and don't go on any more trips." She muttered, glancing up the hill to the palace momentarily before shaking her head. This was going to be at least a week of therapy when she got home.







Partners: SorukaNyoki
Out of their Pokeballs:
Wearing:Literal hand-me-down's from whatever Hanako wasn't using.
Trainer Encounter: 101/25
Wild Encounter: 114/5
Item Posting: Life Orb: 31/40
Item Posting: Big Mushroom: 23/30
OOC:

Atlas spared only one look at Venus, then one additional glance at Cyren before frowning and stepping away from both. He wasn't certain what the last bit of hostility was for - but it certainly seemed as though the Machop thought his trainer was made of glass or something. Either that or Venus was simply jealous another fighting type had gotten such a warm welcome from the human. Young Pokemon were strange and sensitive that way no matter what type they were. "Both names of celestial bodies. Cyren's imagination was never really all that incredible, but fine names those are regardless. Did you know humans once worshipped the other planets, thought they were gods...or the homes of different gods. I can't recall." The Hitmonchan didn't laugh, but his eyes shone just a touch as he adopted a smile. Human religions were all strange, but confusing hunks of rocks for gods was certainly one of the more interesting things humanity had come up with. Then again, he himself had been given the name of a ludicrous figure by the human he respected most in this world. At least the Story of the real atlas - assuming there ever was one to begin with, was an interesting tale.

"If she hasn't already." Llorona countered with little edge. They might not have too much in common but at least they both shared a distaste for their mother... Llorona liked to believe since she'd endured it longer that she herself had a much clearer picture of just how terrifying the widowed woman could be, but then again, especially more recently since meeting Cy again - she'd come to suspect he probably ran away for a good reason. Her brother was not spineless or overly sensitive that she knew. The girl's thoughts had just begun to wander when her brother made his offer, causing Llorona to wriggle her nose and then freeze because of the small motion. Did the idea of getting new clothes actually bother her? "No..." She muttered, answering the thought out loud. Certainly not that. It hadn't even been a week since she'd done everything she could to get free stuff from Cyren. This time felt different though. Or maybe she was different? Scratching at her hair with both hands, Llorona adopted her usual pouting expression though it was largely aimed at herself. She wasn't used to needing to have mental debates over morality - either she wanted some free stuff or she didn't! Huffing, Llorona pulled at the slightly oversized shorts she wore and shrugged, still wearing the same expression a child might wear when it wanted something but refused to verbally acknowledge it. "No thanks. These aren't THAT bad. Besides, I'd have a ton of clothes if I hadn't lost most of the things I bought. That's... my bad?" The last two words rolled off her tongue as if she were testing new words in a foreign language for the first time. They simply sounded unnatural. Still, Llorona mentally patted herself on the back for whatever 'good girl' thing she'd perceived herself as doing before moving the conversation along. Thankfully, Cyren gave her a pretty good subject to pick up on and skip the awkwardness that came from a forced topic switch. "She 'found' them? What exactly were you worried about? That she'd threaten to yell at them until they died? She can't just go around killing strangers Cy... I mean... That I know of." Her green eyes flitted back and forth as she spoke, only half in sarcasm. Her mother wasn't really a murderer or anything, but Llorona always imagined if the woman could kill someone she probably would. "You sent them to Alola?" With a sigh, Llorona swallowed the petty response that probably should have followed of only because it should logistically be brought up. If their mother was tracking them, and they were going to be in Alola - why send them somewhere the siblings may very well stumble upon? The question was on her tongue but she still bit it back, shrugging and offering instead. "I heard Alola is nice this time of year?" She smiled when he patted her head, though still slapped his hand away after the third pat. It felt good but she wasn't feeling so nice that she'd just roll over on who she was. She was a woman, not a child. "Alright, alright. I'm going to hold you to that when we meet these friends of yours. The stories I mean, the outfit can go to he- wait they are lesbians?" Llorona giggled, taking the first step towards her original objective of getting back to the city of lights in the hopes that Cyren might follow. She had no issues with girls who liked other girls, she'd known plenty in that prissy prep school she'd been forced to endure all those years. Besides, girls were prettier to look at. No, what made her giggle was the thought of Cyren, her brother - the biggest lug she knew who, while obviously intelligent and good looking, was not exactly the 'go get some tail' type, living with two grown women this entire time. Or for some time at least she imagined. They had to be close if he was willing to cross continents to warn them. "I knew you would find you a girl someday Cy. Just didn't expect it to be two at once."






Partners: SorukaNyoki
Out of their Pokeballs:
Wearing:Literal hand-me-down's from whatever Hanako wasn't using.
Trainer Encounter: 102/25
Wild Encounter: 115/5
Item Posting: Life Orb: 32/40
Item Posting: Big Mushroom: 24/30
OOC:

Atlas said nothing when Mar's commented on Llorona's... Unique choice of names for her Pokemon. He knew that the names she selected where whatever popped into her head first and that her imagination was... Limited. He'd seen the horribly cruel or lazy names she'd given to all of the helper Pokemon back on the estate and they made him shudder. In the end, he did nod, however, At Mar's assessment of the two example names before a sudden thought did strike him. "She has a method for naming Pokemon. The problem with it is that she's using a formula that her father used for interns at the company to 'inspire' them to work harder. Name the interns' terrible things like 'meat' and 'expendable', things like that - treat them as lesser. Eventually, they either proved him right by quitting or failing - or they prove themselves useful and receive real names. The only issue with that is as far as I can tell, most Pokemon don't respond the way humans do to terrible names." He shrugged, knowing he had never had to go through that trial. The day the late Mr. Braithwaite had purchased Atlas he had received the name he still wore today. Then again, perhaps he had simply earned his name faster than others. "I think my name is pretty cool... Is it actually bad?" Deadeye looked about ready to cry while the Hitmonchan and Lycanroc explained the process, his beak actually quivering. This prompted a snort from Atlas who merely shook his head. The last thing he needed was for the owl to start crying on Llorona's shoulder. That would be good for no one. "No, not at all. Your name is inspired by fear. Fear on the battlefield is a good thing." Atlas shuffled a bit, electing not to tell the tiny owl that the fear he embodied was that of Llorona only. She always claimed to hate birds for the dead eye'd look they all had. "They certainly will. I find it rather endearing though - to give meaning beyond what something really is. Even if it is silly."

Llorona could swear she saw the wheels turning in her brother's head before he spoke, crossing her arms skeptically as he did so but raising an eyebrow all the same. At this point if there was a way to get some new clothes without looking like she needed a handout, she was one hundred percent on boa- "Oh." The woman said without an ounce of flavor to her tone. She'd have expected a lot of things from Cyren, and while battling for money normally would have been highly appealing, after the night she'd had, Llorona Braithwaite was more willing to hand scrub floors than to fight anyone or anything else. Instead of merely voicing her discomfort at the thought of a fight, however, she raised a knowing finger and shrugged helplessly, prepared to offer a valid point. "And if I lose, how would I pay the other person? I don't have any money to put up Cy." She mentally high-fived herself for the efficiency of her excuse only to jump a bit when Atlas growled behind her, the woman's shoulders sagging a bit as she bit back a groan. Of course, she wouldn't lose with her father's Pokemon backing her. Still, she ignored it to the best of her ability. Unless Cyren could convince her otherwise, a growl from her Pokemon was just that! ' sometimes it's wonderful to pretend you can't understand him.' She thought to herself before diving straight away into the topic change in the off chance he might forget combat. "One of them? Is this one of those things where you have a girlfriend who's also married to another girl who... Uh..." Awkwardly crossing her arms in an X shaped pattern and pointing off in two different directions, Llorona tried to find the right word for what those types of relationships were called. In the end she merely gave up, finding herself much more captivated by his next statement. Immediately her face went a bit red, though it was not embarrassment on her face. It was irritation. "Harmed the company in what way?" Unlike Cyren, Llorona owned the company and loved her father. If it hurt the company it hurt her. She shifted her weight from one hip to the other, fully prepared to investigate the simple statement until she saw the look on her brother's face. Whoever these people were he really liked them. It was obvious from the way he spoke of them that Cyren Briathwaite held them in very high regard. So... She bit her tongue. For the moment. "Nevermind. Go big or go home...Erm, girls don't usually get along with me. Or maybe I don't get along with girls? You should have seen this stocky little shit I spent my time here with - Hanako and her boy toy. What pair of tools." There was more exasperation in her tone than she really felt but the need to talk about something else that annoyed her so as to avoid remaining stuck on the topic of some bimbo wrecking her father's work was pretty much a necessity. She only prayed that the storyteller he referred to was not the same one who'd done something to harm their namesake. She was actually feeling tired of hating every person she came into contact with. It'd be nice to like someone. 'You like Cyren.' She wriggled her nose and opened her mouth, fully prepared to answer the mental thought aloud then closed it, then opened it again once she'd gathered herself some. "So... How long are we going to stay here in the boonies?"




Castelia

Partners: SorukaNyoki
Out of their Pokeballs:Deadeye, Atlas
Wearing:Literal hand-me-down's from whatever Hanako wasn't using.
Trainer Encounter: 103/25
Wild Encounter: 116/5
Item Posting: Life Orb: 33/40
Item Posting: Big Mushroom: 25/30
OOC:

Everyone had their way of responding to something they felt was ill-conceived. Llorona became a sarcastic monstrosity, Cyren remained stone-faced depending on the perceived offense. Some people cried, some preferred passive aggression. Atlas didn't really like any of those methods - they all seemed weak and less than effective at resolving the issue. In his experience, the best remedy was the straight forward one. "You seem young, so I won't fault you for being so bold but I really do insist that you mind your manners where the late Mr.Braithwaite is concerned." He had done a decent job of keeping his tone even and calm but his eyes were slits that traced mars quickly on instinct. A younger, less mature version of the Hitmonchan would have probably beaten the Lycanroc to paste but as Atlas had learned, that method too didn't typically resolve anything either... Made him feel better in the short term but a resolution it was not. "And his widow for that matter. Human dynamics are simply complicated - you should not judge another being simply by the stories you may have heard about them." It was no secret that Atlas hated the Eldest remaining Braithwaite more than anyone, perhaps even more than her own children. But respect was what he had been raised on and in the end, his instructions for the family had been clear. No one shamed or insulted the Braithwaites in Atlas's presence. Except for other Braithwaites of course, even he could never figure out where the line was there so he'd had to let it drop - that way lay madness. Without realizing it, he had tightened his grip in the gloves, the fingers in his still-healing hand causing a tinge of pain. It was going to be a few days before it fully recovered - best not to pick a fight even if he was still very much confident in his ability to beat an upstart Pokemon into the dirt. "I only ask-" Nearly letting an aggressive threat slip, Atlas was happy Rhea had spoken up, instantly bringing a tiny smile to his lips as he nodded and changed the subject. "Absolutely, in all of my long years, I've never met another Dead-eye. And I've personally met at least three other Atlases." He nodded affirmatively, knowing it to be the truth. A great name it may not have been, but points for originality were worth something in his book.

Dead-eye sniffled, wondering why it was that he felt so sensitive about the subject now. It had been a really rough past few days so maybe he was just still tense... Either way, when the super-strong Atlas and his best friend in the whole world both said his name was great, he had little choice but to feel cheered up. They wouldn't lie to him! "Oh... Thanks, guys!" He chittered, reddening, and giving his wings a happy flap In Rhea's direction. It was good to know that even if Llorona didn't name her Pokemon the best things he had gotten a cool name. Maybe that meant she believed in him just a tiny bit. And if she didn't, he was going to follow what Atlas had told him and become so powerful that she would have no choice but to respect and love him! 'I wonder if I'll get a new name if I become the strongest.' He thought to himself, nodding to Cyren as an afterthought and jabbing his beak through the air to concur with the older man's statement. He would beat up anyone if it meant Llorona would like him even more!

Not jumping to conclusions was taking much of Llorona's focus from her, so much so that she didn't respond to the bit of positive reinforcement regarding her skills as a trainer or the awkward answer was given to her awkward question... To be fair she probably wouldn't have touched the second one either way - she was nosy but that was just going to be awkward for everyone involved and she knew that. But alas, the woman was busy trying NOT to say anything mean about a person she knew next to nothing about. When she finally did speak, her face was even more red - though at least now it was a mixture of frustration and embarrassment. "I like to think of it as a total loss on the parts of everyone else. I'm literally - LITERALLY the most incredible specimen on the planet." She waved her arms down over her form only to realize she was still dressed like a cabbage patch kid. It was at this time that the longest, most depressing sigh escaped her lips. "She was the absolute worst. Besides - I need to remember it for when I get home. Something about doing business with us once upon a time. I'm thinking she's full of shit but..." She let the end of that statement hang in the air because she knew for sure Hanako hadn't been lying. Cyren wouldn't have cared anyway - he hated business. Same day, in the future - Llorona knew that she was going to have to take some sort of medication to really even her out. Maybe help with the anger or the lack of ability to hold onto a singular feeling for more than five minutes. But that was the future and at the moment she couldn't help the shift in her mood. Her eyes lit up - not that she had much choice with the way that thing reflected light, when suddenly Rhydon. She KNEW it was a Rhydon, she'd seen plenty in her day at construction sites and the like. But this thing was not your average drill tipped monstrosity. "Holy crap Cy! Is that thing made of gems? Did they stick them over her like armor?" She approached the Rhydon with very little caution - certainly less than what was owed the creature, but it came from cyren's Pokeball so she expected it to have manners of some kind. Reaching out with a single finger, she poked at the skin of the creature in wonder. Truth be told, Llorona actually didn't like or wear a lot of jewelry. Flaunting one's wealth could be done in more effective ways than wearing a rock around your neck. That being said... A Ruby encrusted Rhydon was definitely more effective. "You got this on your trip? Seriously?! Tell me you got me something or I'm gonna take this and sell it!" Sadly, Llorona was only half-joking. A Pokemon covered in actual ruby plating would fetch enough money that they could buy a huge boat and a car! They'd get through the gym challenges in a week! Needless to say, her interest in Cyren's friends or Hanako lay largely forgotten for the moment but the woman filed them away mentally as something for a different day, perhaps one where the largest gemstone she'd ever seen wasn't sitting right in front of her. "Hello there gorgeous~ I'm Llorona, what is your name?" The woman actually hunched over as if she were talking to a baby, her tone a few octaves higher than what was truly necessary.









Castelia

Partners: SorukaNyoki
Out of their Pokeballs:Deadeye, Atlas
Wearing:Literal hand-me-down's from whatever Hanako wasn't using.
Trainer Encounter: 104/25
Wild Encounter: 117/5
Item Posting: Life Orb: 34/40
Item Posting: Big Mushroom: 26/30
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Pokemon Encounter: 445/-- || Trainer Battle: 455/25 || Moving: /3 -> || Item Posting: (Berry Pot) 5/13
Where: In the middle of Camphrier Town
Company: No one in particular
Mood: Relieved, thankful, a bit optimistic, reminiscent, ready
Thinking: This does sound like fun to do again… I think it’ll be good for us
Wearing:What She's Wearing (Click) | Out of Ball: Charizard, Azuran, Lynno, Zapdos (Away), Cerian, Ephemer, Flix, Burst, Hantu, Kovu, Salamence, Nimbus
OOC:Dowsing Machine (3/7) | Dowsing Rod (3/7)

With the next morning upon them, Emiri and her Pokemon woke in the outskirts of Ambrette Town and were ready to take on another region for their trip around the world. Emiri helped herself down from Charizard’s stomach where she had fallen asleep as her Pokemon began to stir and wake, and given enough prep time, feeding, and making sure that their supplies and saddles were set, they were all ready to set off for the day.

It was mid morning now, and Emiri and her squadron of Pokemon were coasting through the air, enjoying the open air space of the Kalos region. In comparison to Unova where there were so many towns and cities all so close together, Emiri felt that she couldn’t have too many of her Pokemon out with her lest she want to be in the way with all of the other travelers. Kalos however was much less populated, more spread out, and had much smaller cities and towns than Unova did. To her recollection, the biggest city in Kalos was Lumiose City in the center of the region, but beyond that, everywhere else was much more an average size with much less crowding. She enjoyed this aspect, having grown up in the Kanto Region herself, the more rural setting were always her preference as opposed to big city living, and the open air space was much appreciated.

Sat atop Charizard’s back, Emiri had her map laid out in front of her on the dragon’s saddle, planning out their route through the Kalos region, and it was going to be much different than the last time they had gone through the region. It was going to be more like a zigzag pattern as opposed to a circle now, ending in Laverre City, since it seemed that they would now need to travel north to the Galar Region, the other new region that was now part of the GTS event. Along with her in the air, Emiri was able to have out with her most of her flying capable Pokemon, always enjoying the quality time that they could spend together flying from area to area. Azuran flew alongside her and Charizard, always close as his large wings carried him over the wind, his shadow almost covering them completely as he rose a bit higher into the air above them. Lynno and Salamence were off to the side, continuing to compare and test themselves against each other now that they had both achieved this state of Mega Evolution. The two were sporting, but had an edge of competitiveness and ego about them that was always turning into who had the most going for them in reaching this new level of power. Cerian and the baby were atop Kovu’s back, enjoying their time in the air and playing with each other, which Emiri could definitely appreciate. Whether he knew it and was aware of it or not, Cerian was being an incredible help with the baby’s early development, being able to work on his natural motor skills in playtime and learning the social aspect of it all. They weren’t of the same species granted, but playtime was playtime, Emiri felt that was pretty universal across all young species. After they had been separated over the canyons in Alola, Kovu was definitely avidly involved in knowing where the two of them were regularly and almost always had them on his back with him, and while Emiri knew he only had good intentions with that, she knew that she would have to work on weaning him off of being so overprotective with them two younger Pokemon, she didn’t want to hinder their growth and development. Still rather unsure about why or how their supposed bond was made, Hantu flew through the air and kept close with the rest of Emiri’s Pokemon, and had Burst on his back as the colorful creature had taken a liking to him over their recent time together. Burst was capable of hovering and levitating alongside their flying teammates, but every so often he would loft over to Hantu and gesture to sit across his back. It was a little awkward for the Dragonite, given the creature’s long, lanky figure, but he was so light in contrast it was like he couldn’t feel him there at all. The dragon wasn’t sure if it was because he saw that was how Emiri rode along with them, or if he grew tired from levitating and needed to recharge, but all in all Hantu didn’t mind it as he flew with his passenger. Flix and Nimbus flew together as well, keeping each other company and chatting lightly as the Flygon kept up with the rest of Emiri’s Pokemon, always eager in his young training to maintain his flying practice just like that of his older teammates. Nimbus was enjoying the travel and the opportunity to really and truly see the world, having never been to the Unova Region beforehand and finding the Kalos region to be quite beautiful already, and he was definitely enjoying the travel companions that he had with him too as he was included in the flying squadron.

Their first stop for the day in traveling through the Kalos Region was the small town of Camphrier, one Emiri remembered well due to it’s quaint nature, old and historic feel, and the castle that remained up on the hill in the distance of the town. It was all old brick and stone buildings, worn dirt paths and cobblestone walkways, fire light lanterns and spacious hill top views, and Emiri just as before found the small town to be charming and endearing. It wasn’t too terribly long before Emiri and her Pokemon were soaring over the town’s rooftops in getting ready to land, and one by one her Pokemon touched ground just a ways from the Pokemon Center in an open field to keep themselves out of the way and not be too much of a bother. Burst stepped off from Hantu’s back for the moment, while Nimbus chose to sit down on his floating tail, Lynno found a hefty tree branch to perch on as Salamence landed on the ground next to him, and Azuran leaned up and folded his wings back to prop himself up on the shoulders of his wings. Flix landed beside Hantu, and Kovu stood as he folded his wings back with Cerian and the baby sat atop his shoulders, and lastly Emiri readied herself as she sat upright on Charizard’s saddle while the dragon settled and leaned down for Emiri to dismount.

Throwing her leg over and helping herself down from Charizard’s saddle, Emiri made sure to take a moment to examine and adjust the straps as she situated the bags and satchels that were attached to the worn leather. She adjusted herself, brushing her long hair back and fixing her denim jacket that she wore as she looked out to her Pokemon with a soft smile, over all just enjoying their trip together and the quality time they were spending.
”It sure is a nice morning to be out flying,” Nimbus commented with a sparkle in his eyes, looking up at the fluffy white clouds that drifted above them, he was thoroughly enjoying their time traveling thus far and was excited at the prospect of much more to come still.
”It’s calm too, good for practicing long distance flying for you Flix,” Azuran mentioned, having enjoyed seeing the young dragon become more and more involved in their long distance travels.
”It is! I’m having such a fun time,” the Flygon trilled with a flit of his wings. Moving from Charizard’s saddle, Emiri looked around to her Pokemon briefly in getting ready to move towards the Pokemon center, but heard the baby chuffing at her from Kovu’s back, pacing a bit with perked ears in wanting to come along with her.
”He doesn’t talk much, does he,” Cerian questioned, looking down to the baby from higher up on Kovu’s shoulders, his two front paws perched on Kovu’s head. Emiri smiled as she moved towards Kovu and the baby.
”Well, he’s still a baby Cerian, he hasn’t learned how to talk yet,” Emiri answered.
”Assuming his species is capable of communication,” Hantu wondered out loud, and it was a valid wondering since they knew little to nothing about his species as a whole. It was only just recently that Emiri learned he was going to be capable of healing through his fairy typing, what they knew and what they were learning was all coming from him.
”Given time, I’m sure we’ll continue to learn a lot about him, and maybe one day we can learn where his species comes from,” Emiri commented as she approached Kovu, and the black dragon moved to lay down on the ground on his four legs with one of his front legs stretched out, and the baby moved eagerly, and a bit clumsily, to climb down to pad over to Emiri. With that, Emiri walked with the baby beside her to head towards the Pokemon Center, booklet in hand and ready to get her next stamp.