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Bellflower City
A large metropolis considered by many to be sitting on the edge of paradise; it possesses all the things one needs to live in luxury, and all the modern conveniences of the world at large. Within its bounds, you wouldn't think you were on a small island that bears no other cities like it . . . it is also more or less considerably one large resort. This is located upon Anemone island, and it is the point in which all travelers to the Lobelia Islands arrive, whether by plane or by boat.
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Bellflower City is a part of 
Anemone Island.
4 Characters Here
Evande Sterling [9] "I'm just looking for my brother...anyone else is an annoyance, so leave me alone."
Morgan Makota [8] "There's nothing wrong with wanting to live your life. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise."
Miles Calvin [5] "Where are the cool Pokemon? The only ones I see are these useless ones everywhere."
Zachary Mellko [5] "Why don't you just take whatever is bothering you and shove it."
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[Evande Sterling]
Dark and near-silent, the lobby of the PokĆ©mon Center remained desolate. However, that was to be expected given the time of nightā¦even the Nurse Joy who minded this particular Center had called it a night some hours ago, leaving those nocturnal sorts of trainers to their own. And, even many of those trainers had gone to bed. Within the building, there seemed to remain only one awake Trainer. Moreover, she was not awake by her own choice; rather, she remained so thanks to the inability to sleep. Having tried for some time, finally giving up on the idea of getting any shut-eye, she wandered from her room things in tow, and headed down to the lobby of the Center, resigning to a night of watching television while lying on a worn, overly used couch that had probably seen the seated asses of many tourists and PokĆ©mon trainers. That was a thought she did not want to have wander into her head. While she came to, mostly, shake that thought from her mind, she found that even watching television grew rather tiresome after an hour of flipping through station after station of late night shows. Eventually, she came to one conclusion about what was put on television late at night, and that was the fact that all of it blatantly sucked.
Regardless though, she still remained to watch the programs on, flipping between channels so often that eventually her mind managed to blur many of the shows together into something strange, it came to be that she didnāt even know what sheād been watching before.
āIām not sure, Marisā¦since when did Murray Mudkip go from learning his ABCās to solving homicidesā¦?ā a soft, albeit confused, voice spoke up. āWaitāwhen was I watching Murder: Castelia Cityā¦?ā
āMilooooooā¦.ā Was the answer she got. The PokĆ©mon who answered her trainer did not know what television shows had been watched since the channel flipping had commenced.
Not quite alone on the old couch, the pink-haired trainer was lying with one of her PokƩmon, a rather unusual sight to see; a Milotic. Having sensed the anxiety felt by her trainer for the coming day, the PokƩmon had decided that she too would go without sleep so long as her dear human friend. Though aware of the fact that she could easily induce calm upon the pink-haired human, Maris chose to not compel her trainer, Evande, to sleep through a forced manner.
āAh, I guess you wouldnāt know eitherā¦.ā she sighed, before a yawn came to her. Though she did indeed feel some level of fatigue, a sense of apprehension lingered within, strong enough to keep rest from soothing her. It had been like this for some hours now; time had marched forward, toward the 3AM marker. Making matters worse, her body remained on Hoenn Standard Timeā¦meaning it felt as if she were three hours ahead of the Lobelia Islands. Having only arrived on Anemone Island that same afternoon, of course she wouldnāt yet find herself properly adjusted to the change in time zones.
At the very least, she was comfortable. Maris, her Milotic, after seeing fit to pop out of the confines of her PokĆ© Ball, resigned to allowing her trainer lay on her, partly. While it was Maris did indeed have herself lying upon the couch, only a small portion of her serpentine body managed to actually fit the length of the thing, the rest of her form lazily found itself draped to the side, resting upon the floor. Though a bit uncomfortable herself, Maris did not mind it so long as she could provide some solace to Evande. The trainerās upper body was rested upon her PokĆ©monās, an arm around her body, sandwiched between it and the back of the couch while it was she had her head placed upon the Miloticās diaphragm, turned to see the television, glasses upon her face, hair drawn back into a ponytail.
Though there was an air of femininity to this girl, between her and her PokĆ©mon, there remained the fact that at the same time, there was an undeniable air of androgyny to her and her features in the dim light provided by the television. Which is how she wanted it. Sheād lasted six years with her gender disguised, by the age of seventeen, making herself appear genderless came simple enough nowā¦. Even if she were lying upon a couch with her Milotic, watching terrible television shows that did little more than just blend into one blotch, maintaining herself as appearing in-between male and female had become a standard in her life. One both necessary and habit.
Maybe it really wasnāt necessary to keep this up anymoreā¦but, it was better that she not risk it. Six years of searching, of wandering the world, moving wherever bits of news and fragmented rumors would take herāif she were to release hold of her seemingly genderless status and be taken back, then all of it wouldāve been for naught. She would have spent six years looking for her brother, only to have it be in vain if someone were to care enough to see her returned to her parents. And, even if she were about to begin a new leg of her journey now, she was in no way ready to give up, not when she felt herself so close to finding Ulric.
Of course though, a new beginning was still a ābeginning,ā whether sheād set out to travel through new lands and territories several times before in her short lifetime, Evande swore that no matter how many times sheād do it that it would always leave her anxious. New sights to see, new places to explore, and the chance that she really might at last find her brotherā¦. Even if the latter seemed unlikely, with how large the world was, the slim possibility remained, and if she did find himā¦Evande had no idea what she would say to him or anything. Six years had passed, after all. She was no longer the same person as she was years agoāUlric knew her as sickly, helpless and frail, when she was anything but now.
The notion of it, and the fact that she knew not what was to come always left Evande feeling a sense of trepidation, and a bit of excitement. However, this time, what she mostly felt was the former. She felt anxious beyond belief for the new beginning ahead of her when the sun rose. Enough was it to have kept her awake, watching five minutes of nearly every program being broadcast that night as she went through the channels. Starting out her adventures on the Lobelia Islands without sleep was a bad way to go, but if she could not help it, she could not help it. For the time being, all she could do was remain comfortable on an overly used couch, with the company of her oldest and dearest PokƩmon as television shows melded and mixed together to form the oddest of things in her head.
There were no people around to bother her then, to spoil her secret or to risk it, meaning that she could be as she wanted, she didnāt have to worry. Of course, when the sun wound rise, she would have to watch everyone and thing, make sure she did not fall into trouble or in with anyone. Evande knew that she needed to stick to herself in order to go on as quick without a problem.
From the last sheād heard, there had been sightings of a PokĆ©mon trainer who matched Ulricās description across the Islands within the last months, pink hair, and two rather unusual PokĆ©mon to him, one red and one blue. Her brother who she had not seen in so many yearsā¦where had he been? What had he been doing that kept him away? Evande remembered that he had promised her before he left on his initial journey to become the Champion of the Johto League that heād find a way to make her better from her illness. But so many years had passedā¦.
Thinking about Ulric, it elicited a long sigh from Evandeās lungs. Sensing the melancholy from her trainer, Maris gazed down at the girl. Feeling the eyes upon her, the girl looked up back at the Milotic, remaining quiet a moment before she offered a contented sort of smile to her. āIām okay Maris, just thinking about Ulric and La againā¦.ā she murmured, āWondering where they are, and what theyāre up to. Hoping to find them soonā¦.ā
Remaining quiet, Maris regarded her trainerās wishes with a nod. Understanding her desiresāknowing that Ulric had been the most important person within Evandeās life at one point, and that La had been very significant to her too. If she had arms, Maris wouldāve given her trainer a hug for comfort.
āTomorrow starts the beginning of a new part of our searchā¦.ā She spoke softly, āIt has me as nervous as usual. I know things will be all right, but Iām still worried.ā
An exhale slipped from her as she relaxed her body, turning her gaze away from her PokĆ©mon, as she set her eyes back upon the television and the show that was playing on the channel sheād turned to. āMm, itās nothing to over think, I canāt sleep yet, so the best I can do is relax, and watch television.ā
Evande remained quiet a moment, āā¦.well, maybe if I knew what was on, and it didnāt look like Murray Mudkip was about to bust an illegal Herdier fighting ringā¦.ā A shake of her head, and her hand was up, flipping the channel again.
It was 3AM, and she had a few hours till sunrise, Evande knew she needed to remain careful about herself till then, but a part of her was at ease, thinking that all would be fine, and that she would remain alone for the time being, before she went and began her search for Ulric.
[Evande Sterling]
A few minutes had probably passed by with only silence between her and Maris, the only noise that slipped through the dark came from the constantly changing television as Evande continued to flip through the stations, unable to find a decent thing to watch the whole while. Shows still were managing to blur together in her mind if she kept on one for more than a few minutes and turned to another. The last thing she needed at nearly 3:30AM the night before she was suppose to start a new leg of her journey was to keep thinking Murray Mudkip was about to go and do something that didnāt involve learning colors or lettersā¦. The things her mind did when tiredā¦.
Only when it was that Evande heard Maris utter a very soft, very cautioning, āMiloā¦.ā did she turn her gaze away from the television, peeking up to see that the PokĆ©mon had her eyes set upon another. Though Milotic were renowned for being peaceful, serene creaturesāMaris was no exceptionāthere was no denying that when Maris knew that she herself werenāt in the best of spirits, she became quite the protective thing. The stare being given by the water serpent was a menacing one that was just as quickly revoked, as she came to ignore the other PokĆ©monāa Vaporeon who seemed to be wandering about the Center, restless itself. Maris turned her attention back to the television as the Eeveelution paid some heed to the threat directed toward it, before it went about its business. Whatever that entailed.
Evande watched it trod off, disappearing toward the back of the building where trainers were offered free rooms for nightly lodging before she sighed quietly. This earned a glance from the Milotic. A shake of her head, and Eva was looking again at the television too. āYāknow, Maris, even if Iām not in the best of states right now emotionally, you donāt have to go and almost pick fights with other trainerās PokĆ©mon.ā
āMiloā¦tic.ā Was the answer she got, a regretful sort. To this, the pink-haired girl went ahead and reach up, patting Maris on her neck, more or less informing the Water-type she got what she meant.
I know, she just wants to protect me. Sheās always been this way since she hatched, even when she was a Feebas who couldnāt do much of anything but flop around. she gave a small smile to her PokĆ©mon. Evande understood the sentiment that slipped from her PokĆ©mon, but at the same time, she knew it unnecessary. Showing unneeded aggression toward othersā PokĆ©mon could, and would eventually, only end in some sort of trouble she didnāt need to get herself involved with. People and such would only bring with them the potentiality of her secret being exposed, of everything sheād been doing, and planned on doing, being in vain.
If she were discovered and returned homeā¦she didnāt know what would be the end result, but her parents, how theyād regard her, how they would act to seeing her again after so longā¦. There was always the chance of anger, which she wouldnāt blame them for given that sheād run away from home with an illness that bore the chance of being fatal, a high chance at that. But then, there was also a chance that they would be relieved to see her, happy, because it was possible that Chariton and Myrrh thought her dead. I am sorry that I left them like I did, I know they mustāve been really worried about me since I was so sick. Despite the fact that she was so intent on seeking out Ulric since sheād made her choice to go, Evande always did feel a sense of guilt for havingā¦run away.
Regardless of that, she still couldnāt go home yet, not without finding some trace of Ulric.
Her hand remaining upon her PokĆ©monās neck, Evande seemed to be staring off into space a moment, as sheād gone still and silent, her eyes were half-open. She really did miss her parents, she missed her brother and she missed La. ā¦ Sheād gone on the last six years alone, save for her PokĆ©mon, but sheād rejected people from her life so that she wouldnāt risk her secret being exposed. And that was something she had to become more adamant about as sheād gotten older, as with growing up, it became much harder for her to keep herself looking the part of a boy due to certain endowments sheād seemed to have inherited from her motherā¦. I guess I can thank Arceus for the advent of breast bindingsā¦and duct tape.
With her mind entirely off the terrible television shows still playing out in front of her, her thought pattern entirely within its own realm, when it was the call of PokĆ©mon broke through the otherwise quiet Center lobby, Evande nearly bolted up where she lay. āVay...? Vaporeon...ā It came from behind the couch, Is that the Vaporeon from a bit agoā¦? More than likely the answer to that was yes, since it wasnāt the most likely of things to find two trainers in the same PokĆ©mon Center who happened to each have a Vaporeon. Quickly, Evande turned her head to look over the back of the couch, only to have a jolt run through her, as her eyes went wide, and her heart skipped a beat in her chest when it was she saw an Alakazam looming right overtop her, looking at her. How long had it been thereā¦?
By this point, the culprit responsible for knocking her from her thoughts had made its way around the couch, indeed a Vaporeon, and was staring at her seemingly inquisitive? Maris had her gaze between the Psychic and Water-types too, a little edgy by the fact that the two strange PokĆ©mon were staring now at her trainer. āAlaā¦ā
Evande looked between the two, now sitting up with a slightly nervous expression upon her features. Why are they looking at me so weirdly? I mean, Iām used to that from people since they canāt tell my gender so easy, but PokĆ©monā¦.
About the time that she was ready to break the silence there, as the Alakazam moved from its place behind the couch, to standing next to the Vaporeonāseemed they belonged to the same groupāthere came a groan from within the lobby, this time from a human. Just what she wanted to deal withā¦another person at this ungodly hour. As if feeling anxious and weird about beginning anew at daybreak wasnāt enough before, now, she had to worry about a PokĆ©mon with their weird PokĆ©mon who seemed to have an affinity for staring. She turned her head back to look at this person, seeing, even in the dim light of the television, that it was a male. He treaded toward the Alakazam and Vaporeon, paying to her a glanceāwhich caused her to take note of the fact that this guy was missing an eyeā¦.
Seeing the scar that was taking the place of his right eye caused Evandeās own to widen a bit, something of a shocked expression took root on her features at that before it just as quickly receded back as a look of disinterest played over her face. Still, she couldnāt help the, Wonder how that happenedā¦. that slipped through her brain. Maris too, looked upon both the man and the PokĆ©mon, as she remained on the couch, quiet. Whatever it was she was thinking would be a mystery.
The trainerās attention on his PokĆ©mon, Evande was ready to remain quiet, and to pay no more notice to the threeā¦. Until it was she heard him speak, āC'mon you two, what are you doing? Let's leave the girl to her shitty TV programs.ā It wasnāt the fact that the guy had said she was watching āshitty TV programs,ā because he couldnāt have been more right about that. Heād saidā¦āgirl.ā Hearing that, Evande went completely still, and she had her eyes turned back up at the one-eyed man, wide behind her glasses. Her face had lost any and all color it had at that point in time, she even stopped breathing. Heād called her a āgirl.ā
However, he was suddenly looking back at her again, as if he were second-guessing himself on the gender he had referred to her as. In return, she just looked back at him, Maris doing much the same, though she felt the anxiety Evande was undergoing as well. Maris knew how desperate her trainer was to maintain her secret. Even now, though the risk had been low of encountering another person at such an hour, the reverse trap of a trainer had herself fully ready, she had her breasts bound up tightly, a red-shirt far too large for her frame that hung on her shoulders, sleeves half down her fingers, big enough to keep from showing the thin waistline maintained by Evaā¦. And she worn on her legs rather baggy pants, shoes off due to being inside.
Heāsā¦not sure if he got my gender right, even if he doesnāt try to correct himself on that, I can still slip out of thisā¦. she told herself, forcing something of a disconnected sort of look take over her features.
āNo offense to you, sorry. Sorry if Rain and Trickster bothered you. Not exactly sure what they were thinking.ā he went on, not stopping to apologize for the sake maybe getting her apparent sex wrong.... That was fine, all she had to do was play it off as if it were no big deal, even if he thought she really was a girl, it would be fine, he didnāt have her name after all. Even if he did inquire about it, she still had her alias to fall back on.... Keep calm about it for now Evande, itāll be okay. To both of his PokĆ©mon, the Vaporeon and the Alakazam, the man gave them what looked to be something of a weak glare.
A moment passed before it was the guy seemed to be rummaging through his pocket for something though, pulling out an eye-patch. Seemed heād forgotten he didnāt have it on. Though, it really wasnāt like it mattered if he wore the thing or not, scarred eye or whatever, Evande didnāt really care. Scars were scars, she had a few nasty ones of her own, so, his was nothing special nor was it too terrible to behold, even if it did slightly peak her curiosity. For now, though, she just had to play off the fact that he had called her a āgirl.ā
Coughing once, he went on, apologizing again. āRight, sorry about this, again, really. I didn't mean to bother you.ā
Forcing a long exhale from her lungs, calming her heart, which had seemed to have sped up to an ungodly pace, Evande shrugged to the manās words. This earned attention from Maris, who looked to her trainer again. Okay, just act as your usual self, passive enough to be left to your own again, but here enoughā¦.
She looked at him with a lazy expression, āā¦.you canāt exactly bother someone whoās doing nothing, can you?ā Evande asked him, her voice monotonous. āBelieve me, this little instance has been far more interesting and entertaining than the poor excuses for television that they have on at this hour.ā Her mind went back to the fact that she was managing to meld everything she was watching together, like Murray Mudkip and Murder: Castelia Cityā¦. A shrug came from her again before she about turned her gaze back to the still-on television, remote still in hand. Yet, Evande stopped herself as it seemed she had a secondary though slip through her mind.
āā¦.by the way, you really didnāt need to bother with the eye-patch.ā she looked back at him as she changed hands with the remote, flipping it between her right hand to her left. Laxly, she brought her right arm upward, hand open, and completely visible on it was the rather unpleasant scar present. The palm of the hand, the side of the thumb and the pads of her fingers remained a rather odd reddish-pink, the skin almost completely smooth, as the creases within the flesh were lost along with her fingerprints. āIāve got my share of scars, so your missing eye really isnāt a nuisance for me to see.ā Evande lowered her hand back to her side with that.
[Morgan Alistair Walker]
"Yes, we all have our share of scars. Both physical and mental."
"Yes, we all have our share of scars. Both physical and mental."
Morgan regarded her scar with almost no interest playing across his face, save for a slight flicker in his green eye. Several different memories passed before his eyes, unbidden. Just like his nightmare.
"I don't like the scar, Mo-mo.......but I don't like the eye patch either."
Morgan's eye widened slightly at the memory of Kari's voice, and he hung his head slightly. A smile played on his face, but it was a false one. And when he next spoke, there was an underlying sadness to his voice. "Yeah, well....it's not really for your benefit. Someone I care about doesn't like seeing it. Or, she didn't like seeing it before. And she didn't really like the eye patch either...but I keep it as a reminder of my resolve. I have to find her. And I swore I would....and if anything has happened to her...well. It won't be good for whoever harmed her." There was an icy coldness to his voice as he said the last part.
Rain's ears dropped as she sensed her trainers' sadness and then his fury. "Vay..." She said softly, nudging Morgan's hand. He jerked his hand back, surprised, and then looked down at her sadly. "I'm doing it again, aren't I girl?" He rubbed her head gently. "I'm sorry. I'll try to stop losing myself."
He regarded the girl in front of him with a slightly curious expression. "I lost my eye saving my little sister from an Arbok back home. The thing stuck it's fang right into my eye. I've been spending the last seven months trying to find her. My latest information is that she's been sighted in the company of a man with pink hair and a Latias on these islands. Though, I really doubt the truth of it. A Latias....but then, I don't have any other leads. And I can't go home again until I find her." He wasn't sure why he had divulged all of that information to the girl in front of him. But it was out now. "My name is Morgan. Morgan Alistair." It was the alias he usually went by. "And what about you, girl? Calling you 'girl' isn't very polite, now is it?"
" 'I'm going home, to the place where I belong.' Yeah right. More like, I'm going home, but I sure as hell ain't staying."
The cool sea wind had been constantly smashing against his face for the past few hours now, so it was a relief for once to see land: no matter what kind. The fact that the waters were calm was good, but the fact that he had to take a massively unnecessary trip all the way back home wasn't. Since Gyro caught some nasty bug, he wasn't able to surf for very long without getting tired. Nothing seemed to be working, so Zack was hoping that it was just over-exhaustion. Now, Zachary would have gone to a Poke-Center if he had the chance, but Gyro was acting up while they were en route to Unova - and P.Cs didn't float very well. So, begrudgingly, Zack turned his beloved Red Gyarados towards his homeland, which was closer than any other continent, and headed for home.
By the time he reached the port, however, Gyro was feeling much too sick to continue, so he switched him out for Larry halfway home. Zachary had to admit, it was a pretty smart idea to have a back up swimmer, even if he was a massive hunk of metal that shouldn't float. Larry, though, had been a massive trooper, and Zachary knew that he would be repaying the big guy when the got to land. The Lobelia Islands. The idea of going back home nearly made him nauseous, but he suspected that it was merely the waves. Sure, Zack really hated dealing with most populated areas, but the Lobelia Islands were full of 'touristy' people that couldn't give two shits about anything but themselves. Besides, his parents were there, and that alone was a good enough reason for not going home.
However, Zachary Mellko soon pulled up to the docking bay aboard his Aggron, giving a sigh. At least at the ungodly hours that he travelled, nobody was up to greet him. Yeah, ever since leaving home, Zachary's idea of waking hours took a shift for the odd. Going to bed at around 6 pm and waking up around 2 in the morning seemed to be the best way to avoid the most people while he was travelling, so that became his schedule. He would travel most of his distances in the dark portions of the day, get his battling and shopping out of the way int he morning, and then do his training and vegging until he slept. While this schedule was great for a vulgar guy like him, it wasn't perfect - no, perfect was to become a nocturnal deity and just do everything at night. However, Zachary knew he couldn't do that after being on New Moon Island. Twilight hours of the day were the ones he kept himself asleep and secure, making sure that a certain Pokemon didn't jump him. Instinctfully, Zack's hand reached to the back of his neck to feel the rough, overlapping tattoos. Those weren't ones he wanted to add to his collection, but they served as paranoid reminders.
Stepping onto the dock of the bay, Larry made a little noise. "Agg." Zachary turned back to his Pokemon and gave him a mock scowl. Aggron was mocking him for being too heavy and that he was being overworked again, and Zachary wasn't having any of it. As he returned him to his pokeball, he laughed. "You're just being a little shit today, aren't ya Larry. Always gotta complain about everything." Absol had refused a ride in a pokeball, so she jumped off just as Larry was returned and stood beside Zack gracefully. Zack gave Absol a smirk, and turned towards the bright, annoying city of Bellflower.
The city, if it was being looked upon by a normal stranger, would look quite exquisite. It was always lit up quite nicely at night, but the lights were softer than most cities: Bellflower City valued its beautiful night sky, and would often boast about having great views from anywhere. To keep it that way, the city didn't light up very much, and the people loved it. Of course, these people were normally tourists and not at all with the mindset of a pissed off Aggron. In essense, none of these people were Zachary Mellko.
Zack looked upon the city with the same disdain he always did. It's lights were a constant reminder that people lived there, and the people that he had to put up with while growing up. He could live with other cities just for the fact that they were inhabited by just people - ignorant, annoying, foolish, completely douchebag-like, but still just people. Here in Bellflower city, if you weren't a tourist, you were probably in some form of fight with Zachary Mellko during his stay on the islands. He suspected that most people didn't want to see him about as much as he didn't want to see them.
He was now stuck at a crossroads. He could either take Gyro to the nearest Pokemon Centre, heal him up and attempt to be on his way - hoping that whatever was ailing him would be just gone - or take him back home with a little note to pick up one of his other numerous pokemon. Against his better judgement, he decided the latter.
A few minutes of recalling old memories - most of them quite lame - he came across the crappy little house once again. The lights were on, as always, and invited him in. When invited, Zack meant that he was sneaking in the back door. However, upon opening the front door, a low growl came from the ground.
"Raaaay." Zack could help but smile as his little RayRay was standing her ground, fiercely defending her Master's old house. He knelt down, tickled her under her chin and whispered softly. "Hey there RayRay, miss me? I'm just here to drop Gyro off, you remember him." RayRay cocked her head a little in understanding as he stood up and snuck to the pokemon chambers. There, he grabbed a seemingly random pokeball and replaced Gyro's with it, a note stuck to the ball.
Taking Eve. Present for you. The note was that damn short, since Zack couldn't find anything nice to say, and he really didn't want to leave a rude note on Gyro's ball - it might hurt his feelings. Nevertheless, he turned around to see Absol and RayRay somewhat sizing each other up, as they always did, and he rolled his eyes. With a quick pat on the head, Zack made his quick escape out of the door and left the dingy house once again.
Zack was now unsure of what to do. At around 3 in the morning, there wasn't much else he could do besides surf on over to Unova and leave these stupid islands. He would normally fly, but Sally didn't know where she was going, and Zachary always found that his stomach was more upset in the air than on the sea. So, without much else to do, Zack decided that the best thing to do was probably head into the PC center and get Eve and the rest of his Pokemon checked up. Sure, Absol was alright - even if she had been beating up some stupid Wingull on the way here - but Zachary was unsure about the rest, especially Larry. He didn't need his other Surfing Pokemon injuring himself too.
Noticing the one he was looking for, Zachary admitted himself through the doors at some time after 3 AM, to which he was wide awake. While he was expecting it to be empty at this time - or with a couple passed out people laying on the ground - it wasn't. There were two people sitting on the chairs nearest the television set. One had long pink hair, the other with orange and a stupid jacket that said 'TRACKER'. Now, Zack was going on a limb by saying that either both were girls, or at least one was, but that was just from seeing the back and sides of their heads. After seeing the sides, he presumed Tracker here was a dude, but Pinky here could have been anyone. Regardless, none of this mattered to Zack.
Instead of doing what a normal person would do at a Pokemon Center during the night - sit down and wait for the morning, leave or be obnoxious and wait for Nurse Joy to wake up and help them - Zack just walked towards the desk. He didn't really care if either of those two decided to speak to him, but judging by the stupid ass commercial they were watching, he wasn't expecting anything intelligent. On a side note, there was a Milotic with Pinky (which threw Absol and Zach off a little) along with a Vaporeon and an Alakazam.
{Zachary Mellko}
The cool sea wind had been constantly smashing against his face for the past few hours now, so it was a relief for once to see land: no matter what kind. The fact that the waters were calm was good, but the fact that he had to take a massively unnecessary trip all the way back home wasn't. Since Gyro caught some nasty bug, he wasn't able to surf for very long without getting tired. Nothing seemed to be working, so Zack was hoping that it was just over-exhaustion. Now, Zachary would have gone to a Poke-Center if he had the chance, but Gyro was acting up while they were en route to Unova - and P.Cs didn't float very well. So, begrudgingly, Zack turned his beloved Red Gyarados towards his homeland, which was closer than any other continent, and headed for home.
By the time he reached the port, however, Gyro was feeling much too sick to continue, so he switched him out for Larry halfway home. Zachary had to admit, it was a pretty smart idea to have a back up swimmer, even if he was a massive hunk of metal that shouldn't float. Larry, though, had been a massive trooper, and Zachary knew that he would be repaying the big guy when the got to land. The Lobelia Islands. The idea of going back home nearly made him nauseous, but he suspected that it was merely the waves. Sure, Zack really hated dealing with most populated areas, but the Lobelia Islands were full of 'touristy' people that couldn't give two shits about anything but themselves. Besides, his parents were there, and that alone was a good enough reason for not going home.
However, Zachary Mellko soon pulled up to the docking bay aboard his Aggron, giving a sigh. At least at the ungodly hours that he travelled, nobody was up to greet him. Yeah, ever since leaving home, Zachary's idea of waking hours took a shift for the odd. Going to bed at around 6 pm and waking up around 2 in the morning seemed to be the best way to avoid the most people while he was travelling, so that became his schedule. He would travel most of his distances in the dark portions of the day, get his battling and shopping out of the way int he morning, and then do his training and vegging until he slept. While this schedule was great for a vulgar guy like him, it wasn't perfect - no, perfect was to become a nocturnal deity and just do everything at night. However, Zachary knew he couldn't do that after being on New Moon Island. Twilight hours of the day were the ones he kept himself asleep and secure, making sure that a certain Pokemon didn't jump him. Instinctfully, Zack's hand reached to the back of his neck to feel the rough, overlapping tattoos. Those weren't ones he wanted to add to his collection, but they served as paranoid reminders.
Stepping onto the dock of the bay, Larry made a little noise. "Agg." Zachary turned back to his Pokemon and gave him a mock scowl. Aggron was mocking him for being too heavy and that he was being overworked again, and Zachary wasn't having any of it. As he returned him to his pokeball, he laughed. "You're just being a little shit today, aren't ya Larry. Always gotta complain about everything." Absol had refused a ride in a pokeball, so she jumped off just as Larry was returned and stood beside Zack gracefully. Zack gave Absol a smirk, and turned towards the bright, annoying city of Bellflower.
The city, if it was being looked upon by a normal stranger, would look quite exquisite. It was always lit up quite nicely at night, but the lights were softer than most cities: Bellflower City valued its beautiful night sky, and would often boast about having great views from anywhere. To keep it that way, the city didn't light up very much, and the people loved it. Of course, these people were normally tourists and not at all with the mindset of a pissed off Aggron. In essense, none of these people were Zachary Mellko.
Zack looked upon the city with the same disdain he always did. It's lights were a constant reminder that people lived there, and the people that he had to put up with while growing up. He could live with other cities just for the fact that they were inhabited by just people - ignorant, annoying, foolish, completely douchebag-like, but still just people. Here in Bellflower city, if you weren't a tourist, you were probably in some form of fight with Zachary Mellko during his stay on the islands. He suspected that most people didn't want to see him about as much as he didn't want to see them.
He was now stuck at a crossroads. He could either take Gyro to the nearest Pokemon Centre, heal him up and attempt to be on his way - hoping that whatever was ailing him would be just gone - or take him back home with a little note to pick up one of his other numerous pokemon. Against his better judgement, he decided the latter.
A few minutes of recalling old memories - most of them quite lame - he came across the crappy little house once again. The lights were on, as always, and invited him in. When invited, Zack meant that he was sneaking in the back door. However, upon opening the front door, a low growl came from the ground.
"Raaaay." Zack could help but smile as his little RayRay was standing her ground, fiercely defending her Master's old house. He knelt down, tickled her under her chin and whispered softly. "Hey there RayRay, miss me? I'm just here to drop Gyro off, you remember him." RayRay cocked her head a little in understanding as he stood up and snuck to the pokemon chambers. There, he grabbed a seemingly random pokeball and replaced Gyro's with it, a note stuck to the ball.
Taking Eve. Present for you. The note was that damn short, since Zack couldn't find anything nice to say, and he really didn't want to leave a rude note on Gyro's ball - it might hurt his feelings. Nevertheless, he turned around to see Absol and RayRay somewhat sizing each other up, as they always did, and he rolled his eyes. With a quick pat on the head, Zack made his quick escape out of the door and left the dingy house once again.
Zack was now unsure of what to do. At around 3 in the morning, there wasn't much else he could do besides surf on over to Unova and leave these stupid islands. He would normally fly, but Sally didn't know where she was going, and Zachary always found that his stomach was more upset in the air than on the sea. So, without much else to do, Zack decided that the best thing to do was probably head into the PC center and get Eve and the rest of his Pokemon checked up. Sure, Absol was alright - even if she had been beating up some stupid Wingull on the way here - but Zachary was unsure about the rest, especially Larry. He didn't need his other Surfing Pokemon injuring himself too.
Noticing the one he was looking for, Zachary admitted himself through the doors at some time after 3 AM, to which he was wide awake. While he was expecting it to be empty at this time - or with a couple passed out people laying on the ground - it wasn't. There were two people sitting on the chairs nearest the television set. One had long pink hair, the other with orange and a stupid jacket that said 'TRACKER'. Now, Zack was going on a limb by saying that either both were girls, or at least one was, but that was just from seeing the back and sides of their heads. After seeing the sides, he presumed Tracker here was a dude, but Pinky here could have been anyone. Regardless, none of this mattered to Zack.
Instead of doing what a normal person would do at a Pokemon Center during the night - sit down and wait for the morning, leave or be obnoxious and wait for Nurse Joy to wake up and help them - Zack just walked towards the desk. He didn't really care if either of those two decided to speak to him, but judging by the stupid ass commercial they were watching, he wasn't expecting anything intelligent. On a side note, there was a Milotic with Pinky (which threw Absol and Zach off a little) along with a Vaporeon and an Alakazam.
[Evande Sterling]
She kept her gaze upon him, remote still within the grasp of her left hand. Maris had laid her head back down upon the arm of the couch, returning to being just about as comfortable as she could be laying half on and half off an old worn down piece of seating. It was to be expected of him, a stranger, to observe the scars she possessed with little interest. Evande didnāt expect anything from him with that, simply sheād been stating a fact. Why she even bothered, she wasnāt sure. By even commenting on the fact that heād not needed to put his eye-patch on, all she had done was manage to give the guy a reason to stick around her longer than necessaryālonger than she really was comfortable having another person around her. Although, it really wasnāt like it mattered if he stuck around for some more time, mister one-eye had already called her āgirl,ā figured her gender, so the main reason she kept people at bay was out the windowā¦.
Even if being around people was something she preferred to not do, if partly due to habit and partly because that was really how she liked itā¦she really didnāt have much of a reason to shoo him away at the moment. If she exchanged idle words with him for a bit, it wouldnāt hurt anything more than not since he knew.
He kept quiet, and in the silence, Evande raised her right hand up in a rather bored manner, and pushed on the bridge of her glasses, poking them up her nose a bit. A sort of melancholy seemed to possess the man as he kept hushed, before it was he suddenly gave a smileāone she recognized as somewhat forced. āYeah, well....it's not really for your benefit. Someone I care about doesn't like seeing it. Or, she didn't like seeing it before. And she didn't really like the eye patch either...but I keep it as a reminder of my resolve. I have to find her. And I swore I would....and if anything has happened to her...well. It won't be good for whoever harmed her.ā Hearing what it was he had to sayā¦Evande raised an eyebrow, questioningly. So, the whole bit about the eye patch not being for her or whatever, that didnāt matter. The edge his voice had been laced with too at the end thereā¦. So, heās missing someone in his life as well? Now, of that isnāt something I canāt relate to. Tch, what are the chances of two people meeting in a PokĆ©mon Center on some random little island at 3AM who are both looking for peopleā¦?
Leaning backward, Evande placed her arm on the back of the couch as she positioned herself to be partly supported on Marisā middle, while it was she placed her head upon her arm, still looking at PokĆ©mon trainer, television flickering still. There was no denying it, she was now officially curious, though the wariness persisted in conversing with him too long, natural enough given her life and situation.
āVayā¦ā the manās Vaporeon nudged at his hand, seeming to sense the change in attitude her trainer had undergone.
āIām doing it again, arenāt I girl? Iām sorry. Iāll try to stop losing myself.ā He spoke to the Eeveelution, petting the Water-type on her head. Well, nice to see that the relationship he keeps with his PokĆ©mon is decent. But getting from what he said before, sounds like this girl heās seeking outā¦vanished without warning. Evande blinked, somewhat lazily before the guy turned his eye back at herā¦was that inquisitiveness?
Maris had her attention turned back to the Vaporeon and the Alakazam again; she was staring at the two with mild interestāpartly because whatever it was that had popped up on the television was so very weird.
[b]āI lost my eye saving my little sister from an Arbok back home. The thing stuck itās fang right into my eye.ā Ahā¦where was this suddenly coming from? He was revealing to her the story behind his missing eye all of a sudden? Why? Sheād only showed him her own burned up hand as a means of saying that seeing the scar over his eye was of no inconvenience, not to give him the signal to suddenly spill his guts. Evande simply wound up staring at him with a weird sort of look, mind having gone blank for the fact she didnāt know how to react to him going on about how heād lost his eye. Heās not even given me a name or asked for mineā¦.
āIāve been spending the last seven months trying to find her. My latest information is that sheās been sighted in the company of a man with pink hair and a Latias on these islands.ā At those words, Evande stopped breathing, all sense of being weirded out gone. Ulricā¦? Of course, sheād heard the rumors of someone who matched her brotherās descriptionā¦ But to hear what sheād just heard, this guy was seeking his sister who was reportedly seen with a guy with pink hair in the company of Latias. The chancesā¦. How is thisā¦with Ulric? Evande stared with wide-eyes at him, brain having ceased almost all activity. āThough, I really doubt the truth of it. A Latiasā¦.but then, I donāt have any other leads. And I canāt go home again until I find her.ā
Why it was this guy had so suddenly gone and told her all he had, all about his situation, she didnāt knowā¦and though it was true that she didnāt want to wind up involved with other people, even if her biggest secret was bypassed already, from what sheād just been toldā¦. He was looking for his sister, who had been supposedly sighted with Ulric? Evande simply kept right on staring at the trainer, who seemed unsure of why heād told her so much too. Maris had her head up and was looking at her trainer now, she understood what the man had said, that he seemed to have been talking about Ulric and La, the news of him being in the company of this manās sister too. It had unnerved her trainer.
āMy name is Morgan. Morgan Alistair.ā he spoke again, giving his name this time. That made her force herself back into reality, deciding to ruminate over this little bit of information later when perhaps alone. Shaking her head a couple of times, clearing her throat a tad before she glanced back to him, āAnd what about you, girl? Calling you āgirlā isnāt very polite, now is it?ā
And soā¦there it was, the inevitable introductions, with chatter and conversation always came this part. Her gender was already known to him, so her name would obviously be next, but giving him her name might not be the worst thing in the world. Given what he had told her, though why he had, she didnāt know, getting his name and giving hers might not have been the worst move she could make. Reluctant was not the word to describe how she felt now though, to give even her alias to him was something she felt uncomfortable with, people, she didnāt like being around them, even if they held apparent connections with her goals too. Why Ulric would be with this guyās sisterā¦. At least half a minute mustāve passed by in quiet before Evande took a deep inhale, mulling over what to do.
Okay, gender known, this guyās evidently after Ulric since his sis is apparently with himā¦. What do I say to him, and do I give the real nameā¦? If he were also after Ulric, it seemed as if she and he had a commonality. But, even if that were true, did that mean she should go and divulge everything to this guy as he did for her all of a sudden? What if she did do that? Would that do her any good, would be beneficialā¦? Like her, he sought out the same person if only to find his sister. Why would Ulric even be withā¦? Ugh, seven years, I wouldnāt know the first thing about what he might be thinking now.
She chewed on her lower lip for a moment before, exhaling deeply, coming to a decisionāone she was very uncomfortable with. āā¦.my name is Evandeā¦Sterling.ā She spoke quietly, drawing her eyes downward and away, a look of anxiety played over her features as she spoke her last name. āWhy it is that you up and told me all you did, I donāt know, butā¦it might actually be a good thing you went and spilled it.ā
Hope that I donāt regret this, damn it, if only to find you Ulric. Slowly she turned and looked up at him again, āMy name and gender, Iām gonna ask that you not tell them to anyone, thatās a story in itself though, it can wait. But, that bit of info youād picked up on with your sis, the Latias with the guy is sometimes rumored as a Latios instead, yāknow, and I can tell you that both versions of the story are trueā¦. The guy with the pink hair, his name is Ulric, and Iāve been trying to find his ass for the last six years. ā¦.heās my older brother, and heās been missing for the last six and a half years. What your sister would be doing with him, or vice-versa, I donāt know.ā
Evande felt her heart nearly beat into her throat, āI donāt know what youāll make of this, but I donāt either.ā
However, when it was the automatic doors of the lobby suddenly slid open, and in walked a strangerāanother guy who walked past the sitting area, toward the unoccupied front desk. He paid both herself and Morgan a glance before going about his business. ā¦.whatever that was. Evande kept her crystalline eyes on him a moment before looking back up at Morgan; there was no way she was going to keep going on about this whole situation while another person was within hearing range of the conversation. The only reason sheād opened her yap about it to mister-one eye was because he held a connection to her situation. If it were true that Ulric was with his sisterā¦. The chances of this happening, of her and him meeting like this was beyond astronomical.
A passive expression over her features, she looked back at Morgan before speaking again. āPlease, as I asked before about certain matters, keep quiet, and weāll continue this a bit laterā¦?ā she asked him, being about as vague as she could manage. Maris was staring between her trainer and this Morgan again, a sense of surprise settling in upon the serpentine PokĆ©mon at the exchange thatād taken place between them.
The lobby was again quiet a moment, though the atmosphere rather tense due to the little talk Evande had with Morgan, it was just as suddenly shattered when yet another boy barreled through the front doors, seemingly in a panic. Forcing the automatic doors shut, the pajama-clad kid ultimately slid to the floor, back against the doors, as he seemed rather winded. Eyes drawn to him, Eva stared, a questioningly look on her features. Kid looked like heād just bolted from bed, he had bedhead, his pajamas were a tad disheveled, andā¦he had no shoes. Whatever heād been trying to get away from, Evande found herself without the need to ask as something appeared before the blonde. Is that a Ghost-type?
A scream came from him, obviously he was terrified. Hearing that shriek caused something of a laugh to slip from her, as she did her best to resist the urge to succumb to a fit of giggles, Arceus, I think that kid just managed to scream at a higher pitch than what I can manage.
The blotchy figure before the kid began to bounce about in the air, laughter coming from it. Yep, definite Ghost-type having its fun. āYou littleā¦ Freak. You stupid, no good, creepy little freak!ā he shouted, scrambling up to his feet. It was a Gengar, now rolling about on the floor while unable to stop from its fit. The blondie made a dive for the PokĆ©mon, only for it to vanish away, leaving him to just hit the floor. āI hate you! Iām going to kill you, you little creep!ā he went on, paying no heed to the fact that he had an audience. At least, she was watching him. Ahā¦Ghost-types and their trainers, those who couldnāt keep reigns over them, always such a bit of entertainment.
As he sighed, loudly, Eva watched the boy pick himself up off the floor, looking over at herself and the others, seeming to just realize that he had some onlookersā¦. [b]āWhatāre you all looking at? Itās three in the morning, go to sleep like normal people.ā he snapped, before it was he gaze seemed to travel to Morganāor above him at least. She turned her own eyes upward as well, seeing that above the manās head was the Gengar, floating there. [b]āI will kill you, so help me. Itās three in the morning.ā Blondie glared at the PokĆ©mon, going up to Morgan. Though he was trying to get across a warning to the violet blob of a PokĆ©mon, Evande couldnāt help herself in thinking that even with the attempted glare, the kid was anything but threatening.
Shaking her head, and rolling her eyes, a sigh slipped from Evande. And her eyes were drawn downward as she felt movement, Maris was slinking from underneath her, moving from the couch toward Evandeās backpack. I guess sheās had enough for one night. Without a word, the Milotic had her tail slipped inside of the bag, before she was reduced to a pale blue flash of light, vanishing into the depths of her Dive Ball. It was a moment later though when there came from the pack another burst of light, which formed into a rather unusual formāan egg-shaped body took shape, before the light wore away and standing there, perched upon the tips of her feet was a Togekiss. Change of guardsā¦?
āEvangelineā¦why did you pop out? You should be sleeping you knowā¦.ā Evande spoke to the Flying-type, who only answered back by the call of her name before she hopped on over toward her trainer, jumping onto the couch next to her.
āKiss, Toge~ā she went on, smiling while she took a look at the Center lobby, and those people within it. Sheād gotten curious about all the noise, so sheād wanted out.
Shaking her head, Evande turned her gaze back to everyone as well, before looking at the blond kid caught in his pajamas. āYāknow something kid, you told us that we should be sleepingā¦but of the lot, you look to be the one most ready for that since youāre still in your sleepwear.ā
[Morgan Alistair Walker]
"Wow...busy place at three in the morning..."
"Wow...busy place at three in the morning..."
Simply put, Morgan was stunned. He wanted to say something. He felt like he needed to say something. But nothing would come out.
āā¦.my name is Evandeā¦Sterling.ā She spoke quietly, drawing her eyes downward and away, a look of anxiety played over her features as she spoke her last name. āWhy it is that you up and told me all you did, I donāt know, butā¦it might actually be a good thing you went and spilled it.ā
Hope that I donāt regret this, damn it, if only to find you Ulric. Slowly she turned and looked up at him again, āMy name and gender, Iām gonna ask that you not tell them to anyone, thatās a story in itself though, it can wait. But, that bit of info youād picked up on with your sis, the Latias with the guy is sometimes rumored as a Latios instead, yāknow, and I can tell you that both versions of the story are trueā¦. The guy with the pink hair, his name is Ulric, and Iāve been trying to find his ass for the last six years. ā¦.heās my older brother, and heās been missing for the last six and a half years. What your sister would be doing with him, or vice-versa, I donāt know.ā
Sterling.
Sterling.
His sister was with the Johto Leauge Champion. Or former champion, since he had disappeared and was unable to defend his title because of it. And now he was standing in front of the guy's sister, of all people. They were both searching for a lost sibling. But what would Ulric Sterling want with his youngest sister?
"Under normal circumstances, I'd say you were crazy. But...I know you're not. Because I've battled your brother, a long time ago. Five years, in fact. And I know he's in the company of a Latios. It's how he beat me. I didn't see the Latias, and I can't believe I never put two and two together, I mean really...how many people in the world have pink hair of all colors?" He scratched at his eye patch. It would seem taht he would be stuck with this girl for a while. Well, perhaps stuck was an unkind word. "But Ulric Sterling, of all people...what the hell would he want with Kari? And why here?"
He sighed, and sat down in the faded armchair angled to the couch, Rain and Trickster coming up to stand on either side of him. He glanced at Evande when she spoke again, giving a curt, simple nod. "I suppose it's only fair, but my last name is Makota, not Alistair. Alistair is my middle name, and my alias for the most part. Other people call me the Tracker. Whatever you feel like calling me, I can't say I care any which way." He sat, silent then, brooding. While it made no sense, there was no denying it either.
"Ala....kazam." The psychic-type turned his gae to the door as a rather shifty-looking kid came through them, who seemed to give both Morgan and Evande a passing glance and then ignored them. Morgan didn't even look. Why should he? He had no business with this guy. Well, unless this guy was looking for the Tracker, which by his ignorance of them, he wasn't. Which was all the better for Morgan. He had to focus on finding Kari anyway.
The doors burst open once more, admitting a rather rumpled trainer, who seemed afraid. Deathly afraid, or something at least. Once again, Morgan didn't even glance in his direction, didn't even move. At least not until the guy shreiked. Morgan jumped up out of the chair, looking around for the source of the discontent, to which he was greeted byt he sight of a ghost-type -a Gengar- having its' fun with either a random boy, or his trainer.
"Freak. You stupid, no good, creepy little freak! I hate you! I'm going to kill you, you little creep! What're you all looking at? It's three in the morning, go to sleep or something like normal people. I will kill you, so help me. It's three in the morning."
While normaly, Morgan would have left the boy and his Pokemon alone, he really didn't have a choice in the matter. The unknown boy had marched right up to him, or at him, at least, which triggered the protective natures of Morgan's own Pokemon. Trickster stepped in between Morgan and the new boy, placing a hand on him to prevent him from coming any further, while Flare cme bounding across the room, the fur on the back of his neck bristling, a growl slipping from his throat. Sora simply got up, regarding the boy with a glare, while Sparky litteraly began to spark. Jet flew down from the rafters above them to land next to Trickster, spreading his wings to their full extent. While none of them actually made a move on the guy, their intentions were clear:
Do not threaten our trainer.
Morgan sighed. "Guys, look...I really don't think he's going to hurt me. C'mon, all of you, back down." Slowly, all six of the Pokemon did so, thought reluctantly. Flare flanked Morgan's right, with Sora, Rain, and Trickter on his left. Jet perched himself on top of Flare, and Spark came running up, jumping up ontp Morgan's shoulders, still glaring at the new boy.
Morgan regarded the boy in front of him with a mild interest, but didn't actually say anything to him directly. What he did end up saying was, "Huh. Busy place for three in the morning, when normal people are supposed to sleep. Guess none of us are normal." He glanced down at the boy still glaring at the Gengar. "Well, save for pajama-boy here."
[Evande Sterling]
So, Morganās PokĆ©mon went protective over him while the silent guy near the counter went ahead and healed up his own PokĆ©mon without the attendance of the Nurse Joy as Shortie-pajama boy went cranky. Evande simply stared at the three men, expression relatively dull. Three oāclock in the morning, and this is what was happeningā¦so much for getting her journey off to a calm start when dawn approached. From quietly watching horrible early-morning television while dreading this new part of her travels, to finding that her brother was being sought out by someone she just so happened to meet by pure chance. And from that, to this little scene. Really, she couldnāt blame Maris for slinking back into her PokĆ© Ball, in truth, if she had one herself, she wouldāve probably done the same. Maris was never much one for being around more than a few people; she preferred her solitude unless the human company kept was that of her trainer.
And as Evande was, the only company she really liked to keep was of her PokĆ©mon, people were usually rejected and kept at bay, if anything elseā¦though that usually was due to the safety and sanctity of her secret. Which had been spoiled already, in Morganās case. Even if she were uncomfortable still with the notion of him knowing that she really was a she, he knew, and knew her circumstances and full name. Though, she knew of his background too.
He knew of her brother, and for whatever the reason, was looking for him as well, as it seemed his younger sister was with him. She didnāt know why Ulric would have with him this guyās little sisā¦but then again, she hadnāt seen her brother for years, so, she knew nothing of him anymore. The fact that Morgan had met her brotherāand the fact that Ulric had bested himā¦. What irony this seemed to be. No matter how it was she felt about keeping human company, it was something sheād have to endure for the time being, given that it appeared as if Morgan and she shared a commonality.
The other two guys though, Shortie and the one with the Absol, yeahā¦they were really of no interest or concern to her since they seemed to have nothing to do with all this. For now, they were just a part of the night, the prelude of this new chapter in her journey. Meanwhile, Evangeline was curiously and eagerly looking back and forth between the people. The Flying-type PokĆ©mon was always so happy and so enjoyed observing others. Evandeās eyes were set upon the PokĆ©mon; a tiny smile crept over her features. The Togekiss had been with her since sheād just been a Togepi, after certain tragic circumstances, and she was still the same as ever, kind, sweetā¦extremely protective over her trainer if she was threatened.
For as insane as this was at the moment, with the strangers and all the activity at three AM, Evande was feeling abnormally calmāthe sense of dread sheād felt before about starting anew again seemed to have died away a bit. Perhaps finding someone who had a common goal in mind as her, finding a sibling, had done her some good.
A small sigh slipped from her lips as she reach out and patted the Togekiss on her head, making her look back at her trainer. āToge?ā
Evangeline was greeted with a smile, āInquisitive as ever, arenāt we?ā
āKiss, Togekiss~ā
When it was that Shortie pajama boy began to go at it again, both Evande and Evangeline turned their gazes back at him. āOkay, all three of you. I will give you sweet cash if you can catch me that stupid freak of a Pokemon.ā He started snapping his fingers, ā Come on, snap snap, get to it. Winner wins all. We don't have all night, ladies.ā Kid had some guts, no doubt about that...some attitude too.
Evande simply continued to stare at him rather blankly; he had issues with his Gengar and wanted help from strangers in order to wrangle it up. She could only shake her head with a sigh at him, as it was that Evangeline tilted her head to the side questioningly. āSorry pajama-boy, not interested in money. If youāve got issues with your PokĆ©mon, itās your job as their trainer to sort it out.ā She spoke, voice rather blunt.
At her speaking though, Evangeline moved away from her trainerās hand, and hopped over the back of the couch, heading over toward the blonde boy. The Togekiss stopped near his feet, staring up at him, āTogekiss?ā
[Morgan Alistair Walker]
"This kid...is asking for it."
"This kid...is asking for it."
Morgan had just about had it with this kid. It was easy to see that the trainer was upset. The veins in his forehead had begun to bulge out, and his PokƩmon were shifting uneasily in response to his annoyance. This kid wanted them to help him find his PokƩmon...for cash?! Morgan grit his teeth, his hands balled into fists.
āSorry pajama-boy, not interested in money. If you've got issues with your PokĆ©mon, itās your job as their trainer to sort it out.ā
Morgan clenched his teeth in an effort to keep his mouth shut. He didn't need to lose his temper right now. He had to worry about having Evande tagging along with him now, seeing as the siblings they were both looking for seemed to be together. With that thought, Morgan forced his body to relax, and stuck his left hand in his pocket, grabbing the dog tag around his neck, lifting it up. "Look kid, I don't take money as payment for my services as the Tracker, and besides that, I don't find PokƩmon that aren't actually missing. You find your own PokƩmon, it's your issues with it, not mine. You don't know how to control him, then you're not very fit to be a trainer, let alone demand help from complete strangers. Money doesn't solve everything."
He called back five of his PokƩmon, while Flare stayed put by his trainers' side. The Arcanine usually stayed out, especially when something was bothering Morgan. Without another word, he sat down again, Flare laying next to the chair. He went back to his original musings, trying to figure out just what the connection was between Evande's brother Ulric and Kari. Nothing came to mind. But the battle that he had had with the former Johto League Champion did. It had been one of Morgan's more notable losses, as both he and Ulric had been down to their last PokƩmon, Morgan had Rain left, and Ulric had let out his Latios. It had been Morgans' first sighting of the Legendary Dragon-type.
Morgan sighed. Remembering an old battle wasn't going to help him now. Until of course he remembered what Ulric had said to him.
"I will help my little sister, and no novice like you is going to stop me. Though I will admit, you do have some skill. People have begun to call you the Tracker, it seems you're good at finding things. When you've gotten stronger, come find me, maybe then you can beat me, Morgan Makota."
It had been awhile since he had thought about what Ulric had said to him. Morgan glanced over at Evande. What did he mean, when he said he was going to help her? She looked well off to Morgan. But then, what was on the surface was never the whole story, Morgan knew that from experience.
[Evande Sterling]
Evande kept her gaze upon the pajama-clad boy when it was he picked Evangeline up off the ground and promptly proceeded to exam her, as if she were a specimen of sorts. Wellā¦Togekiss were rather unusual PokĆ©mon to come across, rare really.... Usually one would only ever see one in the presence of its trainer, finding one in the wild would only occur under freak circumstances. Such as how I met Eva.... Even Togepi alone, the base form of a Togekiss, were extremely rare to come across in the wild as well. Though not as rare to find as a Togekiss. The seemingly bed-bound boy looked over the Flying-type PokĆ©mon after it was heād gotten some words from Morgan, and some āassistanceā it would seem, from the other man in retrieving his ill-behaved Gengar.
Evangeline herself turned her head so that she could stare quizzically at the boy holding her too, she didnāt quite get why it was that heād gone and hoisted her upward as he had. There was no reason for it really. Even if she had been curious about him....
While it was he was still holding onto Evangeline, the boy turned around, and rather rudely addressed the trainer with the Absol. āWhat do you mean 'there you go.' Where's the Freak at?ā he gave a glare, sounding as snippy as ever. Evande felt herself tense up a bit, the boy was holding onto her PokĆ©mon stillāand she knew better than anyone that Evangeline, while normally very sweet and gentle, had to her a temperament which was subject to change at the drop of a hat if she got upset or were startleā¦and bellying that unassuming appearance of hers, the Togekiss was actually quite the powerful thing.... I have a feeling this isnāt gonna end so well.
She had no business with the boy, had he not been holding onto Eva, sheād have gone back to minding her own business and her own situation regarding the whole matter of her and Morgan evidently having both their missing siblings rumored to be traveling together now. Until it was he actually released the Togekiss though, she was going to keep her bespectacled gaze on him.
Suddenly enough though, even startling her a bit, the boyās Gengar flew up from what had appeared to be his shadow, and flew right into the boyās face, causing him to stumble over his own two feet, yelping at a pitch higher than what she herself could manage. Topping that offā¦he was squeezing Evangeline about as hard as he could manage, Evande could see the distress upon the PokĆ©monās face, and hear her utter something of a squeak, āToge!!ā She squirmed about in pajama boyās arms, trying to get free of his death grip. Quickly enough the Togekiss did get released from itā¦and she quickly headed back toward Evande, butā¦her freedom wasnāt enough to keep it from happening. Eva remained airborne while the boy was talking to his Gengar, her gaze set upon himāa rather unhappy look gracing the usually serene PokĆ©monās features.
āKiss....ā Evande heard her somewhat seethe, which caused her to look up and over at the Togekiss, a tentative expression upon the trainerās face. The boy had stunned Evangeline, and possibly hurt her as wellā¦whenever that sort of thing happened, the bird-esque PokĆ©mon often wound up fuming. Oh, Arceus,
Quietly, Evande spoke to her PokĆ©mon; tone of voice a careful and cautioning one. āEvangelineā¦stay calm now please.ā
She turned her gaze back upon her trainer at hearing herself addressed, but still, she was definitely mad.
āIām leaving. Forget it.ā the boy spoke, headed for the front door of the Center. The sun was beginning to riseā¦the dawn that marked the new leg of her journey had arrived and she was on no sleep, surrounded by those who were otherwise strangers, one of whom who was aware of her secret and had a connection to her as well. Evande was still looking at her PokĆ©mon who had looked at the blonde boy when she heard he was āleaving,ā though her trainer had cautioned her....
Quicker than Evande could register, or even blink, the Flying-type was on the move, jetting straight for the boy whoād nearly squeezed the life out of her. As soon as she realized it, Evande was on her feet, a clear glower over her features, knowing well enough what it was the PokĆ©mon intended on doing. Evangeline was on her way to Headbutt the pajama-clad boy to get back at him for how heād treated her. āEva! No!ā
Of course, she didnāt listenā¦and Evande knew well enough that she was powerless to stop her PokĆ©mon given that her PokĆ© Ball was out of reach. The Togekiss would hit her mark, if the boy didnāt dodge or if his PokĆ©mon didnāt do something.
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