Taking this as an open with @madelinemckenna

X MCKENNA - 19 - THE INHERITOR - UP TO PLAYER

The eldest brother, Ethan, was blessed with two children. His eldest, much like their father, is a scientific prodigy with a rare combination of intellect and charisma. Unfortunately, like his cousin Madeline, he detests the man. As he wasn't abusive, the reason for this is up to the player. Much like Madd, he tries to pretend he's some rough-and-tumble rebel but lacks resilience. He likely has red hair.

KOLE MCKENNA - 45+ - MADD'S DAD - UP TO PLAYER
This guy has a control problem. So much so, in fact, that his Malamar often takes choice away entirely. He has very high standards, both for himself and his family. In a lot of ways, his household reflects that of a 1950s man, though he is not a misogynist. A lot of his viewpoints are extremely black and white. His hair is red.

Madeline McKenna stared suspiciously at the Obstagoon next to her. Somehow the fuzzy terminator had acquired a bag of ranch-flavored nachos. One she didn’t remember picking up. Copper eyes narrowed. Up went the eyebrow. “You did pay for those, right?” In way of response, one big paw smacked into the badger’s chest, his muzzle twisting into an expression of stunned disbelief.


‘Who me?’ The Pokémon oozed from its every pore.

Shaking her head, chuckling to herself, the redhead turned away. Sure, the guy had an allowance (and a wage), but he didn’t really care about money. In the wild, you just took what you wanted. Screw morals and ethics. Not willing to lose it over a bag of chips, the ginger’s scold came by way of an offhanded comment. “Don’t come crying to me when that cashier makes you into a rug.”



Yakuza stuck his tongue out at her before using it to scoop a chip out of the air-filled bag. “Eew, dude. That's gross.” The woman shook her head in disgust as she turned down a narrow alley. She lifted her hand to wave at a passerby, careful to avoid the fire escape above her. Then, suddenly, the world filled with noise and static.


The sky above—suddenly unnervingly visible—rippled with a dark violet light. And those buildings? That rusty old ladder? Gone. “Oh, shit.” Madd swallowed nervously. This wasn’t good. “Yakky, where the hell are we?” Something screeched above, its long shadow visible, resembling one of the fossils her little cousin collected.


A chill ran down the woman’s spine, even her six-foot-two frame feeling tiny in comparison. “Make that when.”



Turning over her shoulder, the trainer realized she wasn’t alone. Which, to be fair, could be a good thing. “You, uh, all right over there?"

If she had to guess, she'd fallen into some sort of wormhole. Maybe that’d teach the shithead not to steal.


CRUNCH! Or, maybe not.

As a child, daddy’s perfect princess had spent a lot of time in places like this. Her mother’s only act of rebellion that the girl could remember, honestly. Just a few hours of karate lessons every Wednesday night. But those gatherings had been the best part of her childhood. While punching wood and tousling, she didn’t have to worry about stupid society shit. No one here cared what fork she used, how she tied her shoes, or how well she could attract some vapid, wealthy moron.

Unfortunately, life had gotten between her and martial arts for a while. She made a hundred excuses about why she didn’t go back. The store kept her too busy. Someone told her she had a warrant. But, in truth, some part of her didn’t think she deserved it. When she’d been a kid, every minute in her gi made her feel like a superhero. Nowadays, it just made her feel like she’d let her sensei down.

She’d been on her way to nationals and, suddenly, vanished.

Something this week, however, made her want to get back into the figurative ring. That’s why—with the smell of old tackle shop still clinging to her—she made her way to the nicest gym on her side of town. Earlier this week, she’d picked up a membership.

As always, her Obstagoon toddled behind. In place of his typical chips, he munched on a pack of extra spicy mushroom jerky. This she took away as they neared the now empty boxing ring. “You promised to spar. The food can wait until after we’ve swept your teeth off the floor.” A snicker erupted from the badger’s chest as he ducked under the ropes. The offer of gloves and a helmet were turned aside.

After a few stretches—and trading her shirt for a high-powered sports bra—the two went at it. Though rusty at first, it didn’t take her long to get back into the swing of things. The Obstagoon didn’t seem too bothered, even as a powerful kick threatened to break through his obstruct. “You can hit me back, you know? It’s sexist if you don’t.” The Obstagoon frowned at his trainer and stood back up. One clawed fist balled up as he punched her shoulder, with all the force of a ticklish Cutiefly.

"What the heck was that?" The badger muttered something to himself, deciding to abandon the ring. This stuff wasn’t really his style anyway. He'd grab a smoothie or something.

Shaking her head irritably, Madd turned to survey the crowd for a new partner.

How many interviews was this? Five? Six?

The first guy smelled of and looked like a walking embodiment of body odor. She was pretty sure she could cook french fries in his hair. Still, she was polite enough to finish the tour. But the copper-headed girl breasted a big sigh of relief the second he walked out.

The second bloke seemed to forget where her eyes were and spent half of her time staring at her boobs. While she got that most people were secretly perverts, that was a bit much. One look at the Obstagoon, and he got herded outside like a Wooloo in Galar. “Hey, bud, maybe wear sunglasses next time.”

Taking a break from the Y-chromosomes, Madd called up a gal with what seemed to be a decent record. Happy landlords all around. But—like]--her voice was grating. Her mannerisms were all princess, cotton candy, and bubblegum. The way she sneered at Yakky got her crossed off the list. The Valley Girl might act fancy, but she was the one begging them for a place to live.

Then, of course, there was a guy that started by insulting the old lady downstairs. That sweet old bean was the grandma Madd never had. So, after making her displeasure clear, she booted the guy and his swole Machoke down the fire escape. With that done, she only had two appointments left.

After a quick lunch of chips and soda, the redhead cleaned off their dining room table. It was a nice chunky thing, normally covered in mail and unprocessed stock from the tackle shop. Today, it was clean of everything but a notebook. A third chair—almost a perfect match for the other three. In fact, the whole place was clean, a lot more than usual. Even an ex-thug had standards.

After dusting off the table of Obstagoon hair, Madd stood at the sound of a knock on the door. Straightening her button-up, she opened it. “Hey. Thanks for coming.” She pointed at the welcome mat. “Take your shoes off and take a seat.”

From his place on the couch, immersed in My Little Ponyta (though he claimed the Slugma liked it), the Obstagoon gave a sloppy wave. “I’m Madd. That’s my live-in furry. Yakuza.”

Madd will take that Ampharos.

Madd thought she was pretty easy to get along with. She rolled with the punches and usually let people get a few taps in first. But this crap rubbed her the wrong way.



Again, the television had dimmed and popped out. Her lights quickly followed suit. By the time it came back on, she’d missed the entire episode, minus the credits. As this wasn’t exactly the first time this had happened in the last week—the exact opposite in fact—she dialed up her landlord.



Somehow, instead of solving any complaints, she ended up walking the older woman through downloading pictures of her grandkids on her phone. But the lovely old bird did give her someone to point a finger at. Apparently, some Magnemites—the ugly things with the beards--had been making problems at the power plant. And they were offering a reward for anyone willing to help.



On the couch, her badger bud pretended not to listen. He did his best to keep ruby reds focused on the TV in front of him.



Hanging up the phone, Madeline grabbed her faux leather backpack and slung it across her shoulders. “Come on, Yakistan. Duty calls.” The Obstagoon, half sunken into the worn-out couch, turned to his trainer with an exaggerated sigh. ”Goon.” One big mitt lifted in the universal gesture for pause as he licked Dorito’s crumbs off of his fingers. The now-empty bag crinkled as he gave it a shake.



What a punk, huh? The young woman smiled as she tugged the door open. “We can get a bag on the way home.” The badger held up two claws. “Fine. Two." Seemingly convinced, the dark type rose to follow. Her fingers flew across the keyboard as she navigated the familiar treads of the stairs.  Poking around a marker of industry sounded way better than Netflix and chill.



A short time later, Madeline stood at the entrance to the power plant. Her jacket was drawn tightly around her shoulders. Her pockets, meanwhile, were full of dollar store magnets and a couple of packs of batteries. She turned as her partner for the day, offering them a sharp salute.



“Glad to see you made it here in one piece.” Madd offered. "I'm Madd. This is Yakky." The badger bobbed his head vigorously. "That's Helen." Click! Click! went the Pinsir's claws.

PURCHASING/REDEEMING

welcome to the poké mart!

1X gachapon (50 PD)

TOTAL

do come again!

50 PD

Let's see what this thing does.

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