Factions, Families, Clans, and Empires
Name: Sora Isobe
He tends not to care too much when it comes to what he is wearing. Scruffy and messy are two common adjective used when describing him...
Sora is fairly cheery and excitable, especially with Pokémon. He considers all Pokémon to be his friends, and shares a close bond with the ones he travels with, often playing (fairly roughly) with them and having more in depth conversations with them than any human, even if he can only half understand them. Because of the way that he plays with his companions, he is fairly fit and quite strong, stronger than his figure would let on. He is only stubborn when it comes to promises he has made, usually putting his own safety at risk in order to do so. He tends to let his mind wander, sometimes during important times, but usually figures out what to do along the way. He hates to see any Pokémon in pain, and can be angered when a Trainer is ignorant to a Pokémon's feelings. The worse thing to say to him is "They're just Pokémon!" or some variation of. The best thing to say is that "I would do anything for my [insert Pokémon name here]!" or the like. He will be slightly hesitant to believe unless told so by the Pokémon, as he sometimes values their word more than a human's, though he isn't completely distrusting of humans, and can take them on face value at times.
He carries around a backpack with what is to be expected. Potions, berries, Poké Balls, and food, though he tends to pack more Pokémon food than human food. He doesn't mind eating that though. While he does have the Poke Balls he got his Pokémon with, he tends to let them walk around.
This was the Cyndaquil that hatched from the egg that was found. Sora feels especially close to him.
This was the first Pokémon that Sora ever caught. She tends to be shy when entering towns or villages, regardless of size.
This was a gift to him from a Pokémon Breeder he met on his journey, as a gift for helping him.
This was the second Pokémon that he joined him. He was given it after he helped an old lady recover from a sickness. It tends to be distant from Sora, only talking to him when he deems necessary.
He rescued this Buizel from it's abusive trainer, who "trained" his Pokémon through violent, abusive means. Being able to understand their cries for help, and unable to ignore them, Sora took matters into his own hands, grudgingly fighting him (he didn't want to hurt the Pokémon anymore) and winning easily. Sora forced the trainer to release his Pokémon, most of whom scattered immediately, but Buizel followed Sora, eventually letting himself be officially caught. It still bares a scar on it's muzzle from it's previous owner.
Sora has had a fairly normal upbringing, despite never knowing his parents. His "mother" found him, at an age when he was too young to remember and brought him into her life, raising him as her own. She also found a Pokémon egg next to him, one that hatched into a Cyndaquil. She ran a Daycare Centre on her on own, raising both Sora and the baby Pokémon together. Because of this, Sora found that he could get along with Pokémon better than humans. It may have been this atmosphere, or something else entirely, that caused the ability to understand what Pokémon are saying, though he's only right about 60% of the time. The Cyndaquil that hatched from the egg has been his closest friend for his whole life so far. He decided that training to become a Pokémon Breeder may be a better use of his skill than any of the other schools of thought, and has set out on a journey to learn all he can in this field, and help as many Pokémon, and people, as he can.
Finally...Told you that left was right...
"Be quiet...That sounded like a double negative, so it confused me..."
The Quilava beside him sighed. Sora had recalled the others so that they could rest, and to reduce the number of Pokémon telling him that he was going the wrong way. Even one was too many...
Standing on the hill that overlooked the town, Sora could see his first destination. The Pokémon Centre. His grumbling stomach had long since started telling him that he needed food, and the Pokémon Centre always had a decent supply of supplies to calm a hungry stomach. Making his way down into the town, he seen Quilava roll his eyes as Sora struggled to maintain a normal walking speed going down the hill. Once the ground had levelled out, Sora found himself in a flower garden. One that had a beautiful Beautifly fluttering around. It seemed too busy frolicking to even notice Sora so he continued on. Once he was in the town square, he turned and started to walk towards the Centre. He was about to walk in when he caught himself mid-stride. Turning his body slightly, Sora's met an usual sight. Lying just outside of the Pokémon Centre, was a Vulpix. A blue eyed, wet furred Vulpix, "Cool..."
Momentarily forgetting his hunger, he stepped closer to her, offering his hand for her to sniff, "C'mere...It's okay..." He smiled to the little thing, trying to make it feel at ease as much as possible...
Songrose looked up, hearing a voice that, for once, she did not recognize. She looked over him carefully, then stood up, alowly walking towards him. Maybe he could help her out. He seemed to be heading to the Pokemon Center, anyway. She sniffed once, almost uselessly; she couldn't understand all of these smells yet. Her sense of smell had improved, but she just couldn't figure out the different scents unless they were foods she had passed by before. The scent that other people had...she had a hard time telling the difference half the time.
She saw a little bit of hope in the action, though. He had noticed her, hadn't ignored and walked away from her. Maybe this was the chance she had been looking for. The thought made her give a quiet cry of surprise. He even had his own Pokemon, too; a Quilava loomed in the background, possibly his own Pokemon. She glanced between the two, wondering which would be best to talk to first. In the end, she tried to talk to both. At least that way, one of them was sure to understand her. But whether or not the human would even listen much...
The thought that he had only stopped because she was a Vulpix, a Pokemon hard to find in this area, crossed her mind. As far as she knew, there were no wild Vulpix in the area, aside from herself now. Still, she had to try.
"I need help...please..." She was somewhat frustrated; her voice wasn't even her own, it seemed. She was used to hearing her own voice, not the voice of a Vulpix. That was even more unsettling than the fact that she wasn't herself anymore. She had used to be so much more sound-orientated than anything else.
That's what Sora managed to interpret from the quiet, almost non-existent voice that emitted from the small form. Turning to Quilava to make sure he heard right, who responded with a nod. Turning back to the Vulpix, he inched slightly closer to her, "What's wrong little one?.." He asked, oblivious to the fact that they were the same age. A grumble sounded from his stomach again, reminding him to get food, "On second thought, maybe we should talk inside..." He stood upright again, and began to walk inside, gesturing to be followed...
Quilava, however, eyed the Vulpix, somewhat suspiciously, There's something weird about this one...I'd better watch Sora's back... It wasn't that he didn't trust her, but something about her just didn't sit right. She didn't feel like...well, like a Pokémon...
"C'mon then..." Quilava repeated the 'follow me' gesture that his friend had, and followed the boy inside...
Songrose tilted her head to one side as she heard his stomach rumbling. She briefly noted the suspicious look the Quilava eyed her with, but ignored it for the most part. It wasn't as if she meant any harm to the trainer, or to the Pokemon. If anything, maybe the Pokemon would be able to help her, too. Either way, she wasn't about to sit outside all day and get splashed again. She followed them inside, ignoring the bristling feeling she felt inside when she realized he had called her a little one. He couldn't have been older than she was himself! ...But then, how was he to know that? Once inside, she paused to shake out her fur, but unbalanced herself in the process, falling onto her side.
She hurried to pick herself back up, to stand on all fours again. She had been in the Pokemon Center before, but it seemed different to her. Everything seemed much bigger than when she was a human, and it certainly didn't help that she had been shrunk a little since she had turned into a much smaller Pokemon. And she hadn't noticed all the smells when she was human, either. She twitched her ears unconsciously, hearing the different sound that footsteps made on tile rather than on cobblestone and dirt.
She looked up to the larger Pokemon and the trainer. "I'm not a little one..." she grumbled quietly to herself before straightening up and looking over the pair of them. He seemed to have at least partially understood what she was trying to say. At the very least, he had caught on to the fact that she was distressed and miserable. That alone might help her out...though she was unsure how much. She looked over her fur carefully, noting where she would need to start cleaning first. She'd have to worry about it later, of course. It was rude to do something like that, especially when someone was actually offering her some bit of help.
"Umm...thanks for letting me inside...I can't open doors on my own..." she offered, looking back up at the pair. That had been the hardest part; she couldn't get into her own room anymore! She looked back to the Quilava. "How much does he really understand, then?"
Sora didn't manage to catch the Vulpix's thanks, because he wasn't expecting it, and hadn't been concentrating. Quilava on the other hand had, and tried to comfort her, "It's okay, I never used to be able to open doors either. If you manage to evolve, I'm sure that you will be able to. After all, aren't Ninetales quite big?" He did actually know what it was like to be small, and hating even thinking about that time...
How much does he really understand, then?
"Hmm? Oh, Sora? Quite a bit actually. He won't really be able to understand you though. He hasn't met too many Vulpix, and those that he has were usually with a Trainer. He seems to have trouble speaking directly to Pokémon with other humans around. Me excluded, of course." There was a sense of joy about the way he said that, probably because Sora didn't care how weird he looked when he did talk to him, which made him feel good...
Just ahead, Sora was checking into the Pokémon Centre's lodging area before he went to get something to eat. He was planning to spend a night or two here, before moving on. On a bulletin board he seen a 'Missing' poster. It showed a picture of a girl. One who's blue eyes seemed strangely familiar to him, though he couldn't place where from. It showed that her name was Songrose, and that there was a cash reward for her safe return. It also listed some more details than Sora took note of, before moving on, Where have I seen those eyes...?
After getting his meal and sitting down, Sora finally looked back to the Vulpix and Quilava that were following him. Looking between them jokingly, "Are you two talking about me behind my back?" He said pointing his spoon at them accusingly...
Songrose nodded; at least the Quilava was encouraging. "Yes, Ninetales are bigger...but the fact is, I'd need a fire stone to evolve, and even then I still have paws, and would still be a bit smaller than you." Of course, she also had to learn to manage the paws first, too. Otherwise, she'd just keep stumbling around like she had no idea what she was doing. She took note of his joy of the fact that the human didn't have problems talking to him in front of people, but to other Pokemon he did. Which seemed strange to her, but it was probably a lack of confidence, or the worry that the people around him would think he was insane, or something.
She looked up as the human spoke to them again, and offered a hesitant smile. "Would it be any better if we talked about you in front of your face? Not that it was anything bad, of course..." She couldn't push this person too far; couldn't make him upset with her, or she'd never turn human again. She had seen his attention when he found the poster, and wondered if it was a good time to bring up the fact that that was her face on the poster; that she was actually human. It could wait, she decided, until she explained the full story. ...Well, when she could explain the full story, after he had learned enough to understand her. She would just have to settle from trying to explain a simplified version for now.
She sat, waching him eat, and tilted her head to one side. Had she seemed to...awkward eating when she was human? Well, from a Pokemon's standpoint, anyway. She hadn't been able to use silverware, and it just now seemed pointless; more dishes to wash for a Pokemon that couldn't use them. She stretched and started to lick her paws dry. She already felt bad about tracking some small puddles into the building from her wet paws, and she didn't want to leave any more behind. Besides, it would clean her fur and make it look so much better than it already did.
"By the way...how long will it take him to eat? I don't want to interrupt his meal with my little explanation of what I need help with."
As Sora began to eat, he tried to get a handle on the way Vulpix spoke.
Pix Vulway...how long pix it take Vul to eat? I don't Vul to Pixvul his meal with pul litpul Vulpix of what I need help pix.
Having gotten used to answering on little more than a vague idea of what they were saying, Sora decided to answer for himself, "Not too long. I never could eat slowly." He said between mouthfuls. Quilava nodded to Vulpix, and added, "He's not joking. I've seen him eat 5 plates of curry in about 20 minutes. It wasn't pretty..." Not wanting to stick his tongue out with a mouthful of food, Sora simply made the 'Mmgh' noise that usually accompanies the action instead.
Suddenly, Sora slapped himself on the forehead, "I forgot about everyone else!" Grabbing the Poke balls from his belt and and allowing them to open. From them came Cubone, Kirlia, Buizel and Smeargle. All of whom turned to look at the new Pokémon amongst them, although Cubone quickly lost interest. Sora then produced a bag of Pokémon food from his backpack, as well as a large bowl. Filling the bowl, he lay it down for them, "You as well." He said to the Vulpix, who seemed apprehensive...
Songrose looked around herself as he pulled out the rest of his Pokemon. It was certainly a larger variety than was usually seen around her village. She had paused while licking one of her paws, and quickly stopped as she realized that they, too, had been watching her. Well, at least it wouldn't take too long for him to eat, and she had seen Pokemon ate pretty quickly, too. She watched them start eating curiously, unsure of whether or not she really wanted to eat it, or to try it, at least.
Had her tastes really changed, too? She had so far just been eating berries and whatever she could find that was still edible, mainly food that little kids dropped, before it started to go bad. But to eat okemon food...she wasn't entirely sure. Still, she edged forward, doing her best not to push anyone else out of the way. After all, it was their meal before it was hers; they had gotten to it first, and it was their trainer. She dipped her nose in long enough to get a small piece and backed off, dropping it to investigate it, to sniff it. She had to learn the smells, anyway. She was even more hesitant, though, to actually eat it, but she did.
Well, at least it wasn't too bad. She found her way back in again and started eating with the rest of them. She paused after a minute and looked up at the trainer. He had understood what she was saying. She hadn't really noticed in the light of food showing up, but he had accurately answered her question without much pause. She didn't eat much before she backed out again, and went back to cleaning her paws. She paused long enough to ask, "How do you understand? Most people certainly don't."
Sora watched the Vulpix go back to cleaning it's paws again, Certainly wants to make sure that she's nice and clean...She seems almost human like that...I'm probably looking too much into it...Maybe she just likes being shiny...
How pix you Vulpistand? Most pulple certapix don't.
Sora was brought out of his thoughts suddenly by the question. He hadn't expected to be asked so soon, so he didn't have an explanation for her, "If I'm honest? I haven't a clue...I just...can. I have been able to since I was young, maybe even born. It usually takes me longer to get a grip of what a new Pokémon is saying though. I'm picking you up quicker than normal. Weird, huh?"
He dug his spoon into his meal again and raised it to his mouth, and swallowed it without having to chew much at all. Once the plate had been cleaned, he gave quick thanks (he forgot to before starting), and let out a sigh of relief, glad to have filled his stomach. Looking to the Pokémon, who were in the process of finishing their own meal, he noticed/realised that the Vulpix hadn't actually eat much, "What's wrong? Not hungry?"
Songrose paused, glancing up at Sora, then stopped cleaning her paws. He was begining to understand her faster than he would other Pokemon? So maybe that meant that he would believe it. It was beyond strange that he could even understand her, let alone that he mightt possibly believe what she needed help with. She was about to go back to cleaning her paws, but stopped again when she was asked about her appetite. She grimaced slightly, which looked strange on her face, she imagined, compared to when she was human.
"I never had much of an appetite to begin with. Besides, it's a food I've never tried before, and I don't know whether or not it will agree with my stomach. It's better to eat some and have to stay than eat a whole lot and lose it all." She rolled her eyes, then stood and stretched. "And it's not so wierd; it might make my situation easier for you to understand, anyway. Or at least, more believable." She hoped so, anyway. She sat down again, watching Sora.
"And, if you don't mind, I don't know how much longer I can stand to be like this, so let me know when it would be a convenient time to tell you." She was eager to get this over with; maybe he could help her to understand the Pokemon, too, when she was human. She understood them fine now...but there was no way she could understand them perfectly as a human.
Sora noted that she had a fair point with regards to her appetite. He did sort of just assume that she would be hungry and expect her to eat. The eyes that watched him from the small-ish form seemed to be pleading, even though she hadn't even began to explain her plight. It was a sadness that he rarely seen from a Pokémon, even Buizel, who still had a scar from days past. Which wasn't to say that Pokémon didn't know sadness, it was just that this was a different type. It was something else that Sora could only describe as...human.
Sme smells funny.
Sora was caught off guard by this , "Smeargle..." Sme does...
He hadn't noticed her moving closer and sniffing the Vulpix, and so was unsure how to react, a frame of mind that seemed to be getting more and more common around this newcomer. Suddenly what was said reached Sora, "What what do you mean 'Like this'? No time like the present if you're gonna be explaining something."
In other words: Spit it out. "You speak? Shock..." Sora said sarcastically, to the Cubone that had decided to say his piece, who responded with a 'Tch...' and an eye roll. Sora returned his attention to the Vulpix, ready to hear what she had to say...
Songrose sighed; where was she to start? She winced at at the Smeargle's statement. So she still smelled human, then? Or maybe just partially human. That was possible. She was still wandering around other humans, too. She licked her paw once more, thinking on where to start, then nodded to no one in particular. She flikered one of her tails only slightly at the Smeargle that had gotten closer; not actually hitting her, but more of a warning that she liked her space. She glanced at the Cubone; from Sora's reaction to his words he didn't usually talk.
"I'm not a Vulpix; I swear I'm not. I'm human, under some sort of spell. You saw the wanted poster, I know you did. That's me; that's what I'm supposed to look like. But I can't turn human again unless I can find the book that turned me into a Pokemon in the first place. That's where I need your help; I don't even know where to start looking for this book!" An unwilling cry escaped her; she was too upset to be able to hold that in.
"No one here will listen to me; none of my Daddy's Pokemon, or my Mom's Pokemon...I can't even get the attention of the other villagers!" Unconsciously, her tails wrapped around her paws; most of her tail movements were just reactions; she was still trying to learn to control her tails. She assumed that the tails wrapping around her paws was instinctive, probably offered some comfort to normal Vulpix. Still, it didn't matter. She watched Sora, waiting to see exactly how he would take her story.
Sora's mouth gaped. He definitely hadn't seen this coming.
"Cool!" Almost as soon as he said this, he slammed his hand over his mouth, as Quilava face-pawed, "N-not cool...Umm...Deep breath." He took his breath in and looked at her. She looked...pitiable, a phrase that Sora rarely used. It was clear that she believed this and that it greatly upset her, "Not cool...Sad...I don't know what I would do in your position...Mainly because I'm the only person I know who can talk to Pokémon..." He stood and moved over to the Vulp...No, Songrose, as the poster had called her. He scooped her up into his arms, before she had a chance to protest. He rubbed the top of her head with his finger. The longer he looked at her, the more he felt tears rise in his eyes, and a lump in his throat, "I'll help...I'll help..."
Sora didn't realise that if she was human, he would be holding her head against his chest, gently stroking her hair. Because of how...distant he felt from most other people, all he seen was the Vulpix cradled in his arms, it's eyes showing more sadness than it body ever could...
Songrose was upset as he said it was cool. Maybe he would have wanted to become a Pokemon...but she was stuck like this, and she most certainly didn't like it. She turned her attention to the ground, barely looking up as he corrected himself. Of course he wouldn't know; he wasn't the one in this position! She shook her head, listening to his odd explanation. She was about to respond, but was stopped as he picked her up, cradling her and petting her head.
She paused, thinking quickly. Never had she been in an odder position. Even if she was human, this could be seen as a very odd position for her. She barely had friends, let alone human friends. "Well...I'm glad that you'll help, and everything...no one else will..." How could she protest against this? It was very unusual...and, really, she was a Pokemon now. It didn't seem so strange to her in that sense.
"But, well...we should get a move on, you know? We need to find this book...so I can turn human again...I have nothing against Pokemon, but I'm not one...and I've already managed to trip and stumble walking over a flat surface. I need to be human again."
But, well...we should get a move on, you know? We need to find this book...so I can turn human again...I have nothing against Pokemon, but I'm not one...and I've already managed to trip and stumble walking over a flat surface. I need to be human again.
"Umm...Can you wait for another day? I need to rest and resupply...Mostly rest...We got lost..."
No, you got us lost. And don't feel bad about that last part, Sora can trip over flat surfaces too.
"Anyway. I promise to help you get become you again...Just as soon as I've prepared for the journey that we're sure to be going on..."
While he hoped that he could help her quickly and move on like he had an odd tendency to do, something told him that it wasn't going to be that easy. For one thing, they were looking for a book, which was a vague enough statement as it is, and by the looks of things, she didn't have any idea where to start. We're gonna be wandering around for a little while...I know it...
He put her back down on the ground, making sure that she was steady before standing upright again. Buizel watched her closely, curious as to how she could have trouble walking on four legs. It seemed so natural to him, that he stopped realising how much balance, or practice, it took to do so...
Songrose nodded; she figured on that much. "Tomorrow's fine. And, as far as being lost, I know this forest well enough to find my way through; I've been in this village, and exploring the forest, since I was born." 'Hopefully,' she thought, 'she could still find her way even though she was much smaller and probably going to be distracted by all the scents she couldn't get before. She glanced at Quilava, then back to Sora.
"As soon as you've prepared, then." So the Pokemon knew the way, probably by scent, or something, but the human didn't. Well, as long as someone knew the way. She sat down after he had put her on the ground again, licking at one of her paws once more. The sooner she turned human again, the better. She needed to learn how to clean herself all over again now that she was a Vulpix. She felt like she was a very little kid again; learning to walk, learning to clean herself, the fact that everything was bigger than she was...if only she had kept enough sense to not read from that book in the first place!
"So, restocking on supplies, or resting first?"
So, restocking on supplies, or resting first?
"Resting...I don't think that I could make it back to a bed if I went traipsing around right now..."
He stood and took his plate back up to the counter, to save someone coming round to collect it. Then he gathered his things and went to the room that he had been given. Laying his belongings at the base of one of the beds, he noted that there was no bag or anything on the opposite bed, I've got the room to myself...
As everyone clambered into the room, Sora quickly claimed the spot at the top of the bed, to prevent a repeat of last town, where Quilava refused to move on the ground that he was there first...It didn't occur to Sora to recall him into the Pokéball until the next day...
Taking in a deep breath, he took a look around the room. It wasn't much different to the other lodging areas, and Sora had seen plenty of them. It was either them or camping, Sora hadn't slept in a proper house in a long time. Not that he minded of course...Maybe he was a little home-sick. Just a little...
Lying his head back, Sora closed his eyes gently, ready for sleep, I just hope that I can be of some help to her... He thought, one last quick feeling of doubt before drifting off...
Songrose watched him taking his plate to the counter, and then heading down to his room. She decided not to follow; she'd just wait outside. She yawned a little and stretched, and then found her way to a corner. She'd have to get a little sleep, too; she wasn't used to running around all day, looking for someone to talk to. She cleaned herself first, taking a while longer than any other Vulpix because she was new at it. She paused to shake out her fur and looked over herself, making sure she hadn't missed any spots.
Well, she had finally found someone to help her out...even though she wasn't entirely sure where to begin. She curled up, tails wrapped tightly around her, thinking hard and fast. She didn't know anyone that might do something like that...did she? She thought about it for a while before she was even able to get to sleep.
Like one of the gangs she had heard about, stealing Pokemon and doing whatever else they like to do. They certainly were mean enough..but why would they do anything to her? She had no Pokemon, and certainly hadn't given anyone from any gang any sort of trouble. And then...well, that other trainer might have planned something like this...but she wasn't so sure he had been smart enough for this. A Pokemon? ...No...Pokemon saw no need to write...and how could any Pokemon around here write? Most had paws, and couldn't hold somehing like a pencil. As she tried to figure it out, she drifted off to sleep.
Sora heard a distant Noctowl hooting. Which woke him up. Again.
"Three nights in a row...Damn..."
Rolling over, Sora put his feet down on the floor, careful not to tread on the various tails and paws that were sprawled around. Creeping out of the room, he decided a walk was best for his tiredness, or lack thereof. Before he got to the door, however there was a gentle knocking on the door. Quickly opening the door before anyone woke up, he was surprised to see Nurse Joy holding a sleeping Vulpix, "Is she your's?" She said quietly, "I seen her following you around earlier, and then I found he lying in one of the corners..."
With a tired sigh, Sora scratched the back of his head, "It's more that I'm gonna be travelling with her for a little while..." He took the small form into his arms and moved her to an empty spot on the spare bed, before bowing slightly to Nurse Joy. He decided that he still needed that walk. Letting the door quietly click shut, Sora walked with the Nurse to the main area, "I couldn't help but notice you converse with them earlier..." She thought for a second, "Most trainers I see seem to talk at their Pokémon, but you don't. You talked to them...I have to admit that it was a little weird to see at first..." Sora tried not to show how much that sentence stung, but Joy seemed to notice, "N-Not to say you're weird...I-I mean...Oh, dear..."
Sora quickly replied, "No...Don't feel bad...I am a little weird..." He put on a smile, "See, I'm not offended...I guess that means I would stand out no matter how big a crowd is...That's a good thing, right?"
They shared a shrug and a laugh. Looking out the window, Sora seen the moon. It was beautiful...
Songrose woke up for a moment as she felt herself being moved. She looked up to see the Nurse Joy, then went right back to sleep. Nurse Joy certainly wouldn't do anything to harm her, so she knew she was safe in her care, though she did wish she had just been left alone to sleep. Ah well; it didn't matter too much. She'd just be somewhere different when she woke up, was all. And that was sooner than she thought. One of Sora's Pokemon, she wasn't sure which, managed to roll itself onto the floor with a thud that woke her up. She looked around sleepily before she realized where she was.
She stood up and stretched, then looked over herself. Of course she would be so careless; she had managed to rearrange her fur a little, making it look all messy. She sighed quietly to herself, and starting trying to make it lie flat against her body, to make it neat again. Well, at least it was good practice; she felt she was getting much better at cleaning herself. she paused and looked around again. She recognized the Pokemon, but realized only then that Sora wasn't there. A nighttime stroll? Or a midnight snack? Well, either way, he wouldn't leave her on her own; not when his Pokemon were here, too. And even if he had lied about helping her, he wouldn't leave his Pokemon behind. No reasonable trainer would.
She carefully made her wayto the edge of the bed and looked for a clear space to jump into. There was one close enough that she knew she could land in. Before she jumped, she looked around. A window...well, maybe it was just a little warm in here, with all the Pokemon. Or maybe it was just that there was more than one fire-type there. Either way, it seemed a little too warm to her. And she had seen a Vulpix jump that far; the only question was could she do it?
She moved closer to the window without leaving the bed, avoiding any Pokemon in her way. She jumped, and nearly missed. Her back paws ended up scraping the dresser underneath the window. She heaved herself up, looking down to where she might have fallen. Fortunately a clear patch of floor, but the sound it woulld have made might have woken up the others. She climbed to the windowsill, struggling to open the window on her own. Paws weren't designed to unlock windows, or to grab a hold of the window tightly enough to open them. "Come on..." she mumbled to herself. If this kept up, she'd just have to wait until Sora got back and ask him to do it for her.
Sora continued to talk to the Nurse until he was tired. He gave a yawn and a stretch, before saying goodnight to her. He crept back into his room, again letting the door click back shut quietly. He seen Songrose fighting with the window lock, and gave a quiet snicker. Creeping past the sleeping Pokémon, Sora got to the window, "Want a hand?" He whispered as he undid the lock and opened it wide enough for her to get out.
"Try not to get lost 'kay?" He said with a smile. He lay back down on the bed, letting his eyes shut again as he sank into the bed...
Sora woke up with the feeling of the sun coming in through the window. He felt a slight weight on his chest. Looking down he seen a red furry ball lying there. Not wanting to move out of fear of waking her, he continued lying there, thinking about a few things.
The book was one of those things. He pondered what it could look like, or what it would say inside. Another thing that crossed his mind was how cute Songrose looked lying sleeping. On his chest. For some reason he felt himself going a little red, though he couldn't tell why. After all, it was just a Vulpix sleeping on his chest. All of his Pokémon had done that at some point or another, with Cubone being the exception. Except it wasn't "just a Vulpix" was it? It was technically a girl lying sleeping. On him. Attempting to shake the thought from his head, but failing, his brain managed to conjure up an image of her, like she really looked (on her 'Missing' poster) lying against him sleeping. This only served to make him redder. Now he really hoped she didn't wake up...
Songrose yawned, lifting her head up and glancing around. While she had wanted the window opened, it had gotten colder than she had expected, but that was okay, she guessed. It was easier to find a way to keep warm rather than to cool off, especially in this form. She blinked as she realized where she was; certainly not directly on the bed, but on top of someone else. She glanced around until she found Sora, who had turned red. She tilted her head to one side, then stood and jumped off of him, then stretched.
"Sorry; not sure when I managed to find my way there." Still, it was a good thing the fur covered her face; made it harder for him to see her blushing. Besides, how was this too much of a problem? He had picked her up the day before; she had been there against his chest then. The looked over herself to make sure her fur wasn't too much of a mess. That still wasn't very different; she had always had to make sure her hair wasn't much of a mess. Then she turned her attention back to him, her head tilted to one side again.
"So, after breakfast, I assume we're going to the store to find supplies? That is, if you eat breakfast." Too many people she knew didn't eat in the mornings, which she had always found strange. "Fortunately the store isn't too far away...won't take too long to get there...and it should be open by then, too..."