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After facing off against a ferocious Persian, our heroine continues her journey to obtain a Pokémon. As instructed by the Professor. However, the encounter had taken more time than expected. Wandering the streets, the sun began setting, and time is running out for our trainer. Reaching the edge of the forest, the night approaches quickly. But suddenly, a rare figure appears. Will this spell trouble for our heroine, or the streak of luck she needs?
"Ah, merde," she muttered under her breath. Letting out a frustrated sigh as she dropped the weight that was her bag onto the unpaved ground. Finally, something that wasn't street. The encounter with the Persian, while excellent practice for working under stress, had been cost more than just time. After a quick stretch and some more indecent vocabulary, she slumped down onto the grass. Back resting against the trunk of a tree. Staring up at the darkening sky, her tired eyes lit up ever so slightly. Nighttime was her favorite. Both by choice and by force. The perks of insomnia. From behind the endless darkness it seemed as if the stars were multiplying in the sky. More and more becoming visible as the sky grew ever darker. A time of peace and quiet in an otherwise noisy world.
She shifted her weight ever so slightly, leaning closer to her bag. Searching through the contents for her 'addiction sticks'. Fishing out a pack of cigarettes, she took a moment to visualize how nice it would be to have a Fire-Type Pokémon, before bringing the nicotine treat to a smolder. She sighed once more, content this time, as she let out the first cloud of smoke slowly. It was a bad habit. The worst habit. So bad that it brought forth a blinding light from her backpack and Gummy wormed her way out of the tight opening of the bag. Staring down her trainer as she continued to feed her addiction.
"What..? Yes, listen- no, I know, I knoow- I've been cutting it down, I have!" A small argument broke out between trainer and the seemingly silent Pokémon, "Alright, fine, fine! How about we train instead, yes?" Mélanie suggested as a peace offering and promptly began to rummage through her bag once more. This time a deck of playing cards was pulled out. "Ready?" She asked her squishy balloon of a Pokémon, "No, we can do this, we can! Just- just pick a card!"
Facing the cards toward her Pokémon, Gummy confirmed she'd decided on a card with a telling cry. Prompting Mélanie to put the pile down and close her eyes. Focusing until a vision would come to her. Something that would tell her which card to call out. It had never worked before, not even once. Not even by a lucky guess. Yet, all the same, Mélanie was determined to become psychic herself. Anything that would make her understand her Pokémon better.
As time passed slowly, she had probably called out the wrong cards by the dozen. So much so that it drew the attention of nearby wildlife. One that took interest in the activity, and was capable of joining in on this mental exercise. Two thin slits lit up in the darkness, and for the first time, Mélanie guessed correct. "Six of hearts!" She exclaimed with more energy than she'd expressed all week collectively. Had it finally come to her?
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WAM! The explosive noise filled the Professor's Laboratory as Mélanie stepped into the hall as tossed her bag onto the floor with full force. Standing there with sleep-deprived, bloodshot eyes after pulling the most intense all-nighter of her life. She'd be unable to remain standing if it wasn't for the sheer amount of willpower emanating from her soul. She had arrived! "Surprise, connard, I'm back!" She yelled, dropping a Pokéball onto the floor with a limp toss. The burst of light stunned her more than anything else, but when the light subsided an Abra sat upon the floor. Seemingly asleep, yet not quite. "This is Rook! And boy, let me tell you- 'professor'-" And just like that her energy reserves tapped out. Slumping down, sitting next to her newly acquired Pokémon. "He loves playing cards-" The booming energy of her voice reduced to an exhausted groaning as she let herself fall backward. Staring up at the ceiling of the hall with a thousand-yard stare.
Location: Lunavelle Forest > Professor's Lab
Interactions: @Anyone-within-earshot
"Ah, merde," she muttered under her breath. Letting out a frustrated sigh as she dropped the weight that was her bag onto the unpaved ground. Finally, something that wasn't street. The encounter with the Persian, while excellent practice for working under stress, had been cost more than just time. After a quick stretch and some more indecent vocabulary, she slumped down onto the grass. Back resting against the trunk of a tree. Staring up at the darkening sky, her tired eyes lit up ever so slightly. Nighttime was her favorite. Both by choice and by force. The perks of insomnia. From behind the endless darkness it seemed as if the stars were multiplying in the sky. More and more becoming visible as the sky grew ever darker. A time of peace and quiet in an otherwise noisy world.
She shifted her weight ever so slightly, leaning closer to her bag. Searching through the contents for her 'addiction sticks'. Fishing out a pack of cigarettes, she took a moment to visualize how nice it would be to have a Fire-Type Pokémon, before bringing the nicotine treat to a smolder. She sighed once more, content this time, as she let out the first cloud of smoke slowly. It was a bad habit. The worst habit. So bad that it brought forth a blinding light from her backpack and Gummy wormed her way out of the tight opening of the bag. Staring down her trainer as she continued to feed her addiction.
"What..? Yes, listen- no, I know, I knoow- I've been cutting it down, I have!" A small argument broke out between trainer and the seemingly silent Pokémon, "Alright, fine, fine! How about we train instead, yes?" Mélanie suggested as a peace offering and promptly began to rummage through her bag once more. This time a deck of playing cards was pulled out. "Ready?" She asked her squishy balloon of a Pokémon, "No, we can do this, we can! Just- just pick a card!"
Facing the cards toward her Pokémon, Gummy confirmed she'd decided on a card with a telling cry. Prompting Mélanie to put the pile down and close her eyes. Focusing until a vision would come to her. Something that would tell her which card to call out. It had never worked before, not even once. Not even by a lucky guess. Yet, all the same, Mélanie was determined to become psychic herself. Anything that would make her understand her Pokémon better.
As time passed slowly, she had probably called out the wrong cards by the dozen. So much so that it drew the attention of nearby wildlife. One that took interest in the activity, and was capable of joining in on this mental exercise. Two thin slits lit up in the darkness, and for the first time, Mélanie guessed correct. "Six of hearts!" She exclaimed with more energy than she'd expressed all week collectively. Had it finally come to her?
- - - - - - - - - - -
WAM! The explosive noise filled the Professor's Laboratory as Mélanie stepped into the hall as tossed her bag onto the floor with full force. Standing there with sleep-deprived, bloodshot eyes after pulling the most intense all-nighter of her life. She'd be unable to remain standing if it wasn't for the sheer amount of willpower emanating from her soul. She had arrived! "Surprise, connard, I'm back!" She yelled, dropping a Pokéball onto the floor with a limp toss. The burst of light stunned her more than anything else, but when the light subsided an Abra sat upon the floor. Seemingly asleep, yet not quite. "This is Rook! And boy, let me tell you- 'professor'-" And just like that her energy reserves tapped out. Slumping down, sitting next to her newly acquired Pokémon. "He loves playing cards-" The booming energy of her voice reduced to an exhausted groaning as she let herself fall backward. Staring up at the ceiling of the hall with a thousand-yard stare.
Location: Lunavelle Forest > Professor's Lab
Interactions: @Anyone-within-earshot