Feeling the wind emanate off of the leaf-like wings that sprouted off of the Tropius' back, Desiree held one of her hands down and allowed it to skid on the surface of the ocean, leaving a swirl of mist behind her. The water felt like the perfect balance between warm and cold, so much so that she wanted to just hop right in! But remounting Banaynay would prove to be quite the challenge from within the waves, so she would ease her temptation to cool off until she spotted a glimmer from within. As she would advance forward upon her pokemon's back, she would notice a stranger approaching on what appeared to be a water-type pokemon, skillfully swimming within the sea.

"A little bit of both perhaps~! ♡ Have you ever looked for sea glass before? I love to make little wind chimes and trinkets out of what I find in the sand," she would smile, maintaining eye contact for a moment before peering back down to the sea floor, "oh, love the color of your hair by the way, it looks so pretty with the ocean around it! OOH, I see something! ✧"

Noticing a tiny glimmer in the sand a couple of feet away from the swimming stranger, Desiree would give her Tropius a little tap on the neck, signaling for it to begin to hover. Standing on the pink and white saddle, removing the lace skirt that protected her legs from any harmful rays that would shine down upon her, she'd tie it gently around the neck of the Tropius like a scarf before diving in head-first.

While it was only about fifteen feet deep or so this far out on the coast, once she was in the water and making her way down to the surface, she would notice that there were jagged rocks sticking out from the sand. Maneuvering between these for a moment, as she was not the most skilled at holding her breath for long periods of time, Desiree would quickly swim toward the glimmer that was nearing closer and closer. It would be none other than a fragment of pink sea glass, which looked to be the same shade of rose as her favorite brand of strawberry wine. Picking it up and holding it in her palm, it would feel smooth to the touch and cold, as if it had been tumbling naturally down here for quite some time.

Making her way back to the surface, she noticed a tiny Krabby making its way in between the rocks she swam in-between just before. It looked rather content in its journey to the rocks, so it would be wise to not disturb it, especially considering just what bigger friends it could have within the depths. Swimming freely, the idol would make her way back to the swimmer and her Tropius, indulging in the rendezvous and bringing the shard of sea glass to the surface to show off her new find. It would appear to be about half the size of her palm and an oval shape!

"Look how pretty this is~," she would hold the fragment toward the man while swimming in place, her azure optics shining due to the reflection of light and irritation of the ocean water, "..this will make the perfect wind chime piece~! ♡ OMG! I got so distracted I forgot to ask your name, what's your name? I'm Desiree Blooms, I just moved here from Kalos last week."

Her Kalosian accent would seem rather thick with her words, so if Jade were to have known others with a similar accent, she wouldn't be surprised if it was easily recognizable. As for her name, it was about a 25-75 shot in her experience.

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tags: @jade rivers
notes: SKIPPING SPAWNS!

The rose gardens that had been manifesting upon Desiree's cheeks bloomed to be even more saturated as the yellow-teethed man and his men laughed at her, though all she could do was look down at the Cleffa within her arms, trying to retain the tiniest bit of comfort by looking into her eyes. Bernstein seemed to have the same twisted enjoyment of getting off to the discomfort of others as her father once did, but unlike her father, she did not have a somewhat valid reason to push him off of a balcony. Her mind ticked away as to just how she would respond to this offer without giving him a refill of fuel, but she was at a loss.

A foreign yet somehow familiar voice would break through the birdcage that was Bernstein and his men, still encompassing the pinkette from all angles, but all Desiree could do was stare at the crystalline structures embedded in the tile under her heels. They would appear to be talking to the wretched man, but his response would cause her cerulean optics to dart upward from the ground in between the cracks of the black suits circling her body. She heard the name Callan, which rang a bell- not one she was sure she was able to trust, as this charity mixer seemed to be packed with filth-eccentric individuals due to Bernstein's impression, but it was indeed familiar. It wasn't hard for her to place that she had read about his album release in the most recent issue of Hoenn News Network merely a few days ago, and she had taken a listen of her own. But the industry was full of cheats, liars, and men just like the one that stood right in front of her.

Silently peering outward toward the white-haired musician in confusion as they spoke, her blue eyes meeting with his red for a brief moment, Cleffa would tilt her head to the side curiously. Callan deemed her to be his plus one, but she had never spoken to him before. Was this TRANCEWAVE's doing, or was he throwing her a bone here? Whatever he was doing, it seemed to be working out in Desiree's favor; Bernstein deduced from those comments that she had already been signed onto a Hoenn-based record label, got redder in the face than the pinkette did, and walked away after sliding his card toward her. Hopefully, she wasn't about to hop from the pot to the frying pan.

Setting Starlight the Cleffa down on the table in front of her, she would run her hands through the pink waves of hair that spanned down to the ground before picking up the card and slipping it into her strawberry, her eyes struggling to make eye contact once more with the man that saved her from it all. Desiree could not help but shake as her hand would reach for the margarita that rested on the table for her prior to Bernstein's arrival, but before it would meet her lips, she would sit it back down a bit away from her. Precautions and all, as she had no idea of telling if he had slipped something into her drink while she was surrounded.

Listening to Callan's voice wander into her ears in the form of a greeting, and a fleeting joke about the filth's deviancy, she could not help but briefly chuckle. The roses on her cheeks slowly began to retract as she rested an elbow on the table, her hand and shimmering acrylics holding up her cheek in his direction.

"If only I hadn't," she would let out a minuscule smile for a moment, Cleffa beginning to braid some loose strands of her hair that rested on the table, "..thank you for getting me out of that situation, that was really sweet of you. ♡"

Tucked within her sleeve was a disposable vape, of which she would sneak a tiny hit in before inquiring further about Callan's music. Ghosting the hit, no smoke would drift outwards from the table, and she would look around for a moment to make sure no event staff was watching. Desiree was not sure if this was a no-smoking zone or not, but after that encounter, she could not care less.

Meeting her free hand with his and shaking it delicately, as she was still somewhat shaken by the gang-up of Bernstein and his men, she would briefly scan Callan with her eyes up and down before meeting his optics head-on. He was quite sweet upon first impressions and beyond, but she was waiting cautiously for him to drop a bomb just like Bernstein did.

"Thank you, that's super kind, Callan, ♡", she would smile towards him, a Kalosian accent prominent in her words, "..congratulations on the release of your new album, by the way. I listened to it a couple of nights ago while I was unpacking some of my stuff from back home. It's great to meet the man behind the music, you really know how to work that guitar of yours~! ♡ I have an album I just wrapped up that I'm trying to release, but it's proving to be harder than I imagined for some reason."

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tags: Callan Young
notes: ding dong the bitch is gone

Smoke fluttering out of her lips like an array of white butterflies, Desiree's eyes would glimmer in fascination once the stranger confirmed his Kalosian origins- he would be the first person she had the pleasure to meet in Hoenn that was from the same place she was, which made her ultimately feel much more comfortable within her foreign surroundings. It didn't bother her one bit that he declined the cigarette, it was respectable, even. Listening to his introduction as she would quickly wander a bit outwards to retrieve the pokeball that contained her newest addition to the party, of which she would name 'Azure' after one of her mother's personal fragrances, the idol would slip the pokeball into one of the sections of her bag that contained the rest of the pokemon she had brought with her.

"Hmm, Thomas Benoit..~ ♡," she would think aloud, turning back towards her new acquaintance as her Doublade would levitate to rest behind her, resheathing its twin blades, "..so you were born and raised in Kalos, but started traveling when you were ten. Maybe I've seen something about you on television, perhaps? Or maybe we passed one another in the street on one of my tours to Johto or Kanto~! If I'm being honest, I have no idea why you look so familiar." ✧

It was bugging her more than she could ever imagine just where she recognized this guy from. Maybe the painkillers she used to take blocked out her memory of where she first saw him? But her wandering brain filled with curiosity soon became distracted by the surrounding pokemon that would soon appear out of nowhere. Focusing on the Braviary that was approaching in an attempt to attack with its claws, Desiree would flinch at first but would gaze in awe as the attack would phase through the Ceruledge; it was seemingly immune to the attack, and as it would pursue the wild bird pokemon that seemed to be cloaked in disbelief of the ongoing events of the battle, she could not help but be impressed with how strong Thomas' pokemon could be perceived to be.

Behind the bird would manifest an extremely adorable pokemon that seemed to be doing the wobble- it was a Spinda, a pokemon that would fit in flawlessly with the few pokemon Desiree had brought with her to Hoenn that had talent in the artform of dance. Noticing this, Divine the Doublade would once again unsheath its twin blades from its body, pink ribbons flowing in the wind as it would quickly fling towards the panda pokemon.

"Doublade, be gentle with the baby~! ♡" the pinkette would shout toward the twin blades, observing for a quick second that Thomas was attempting to capture the Braviary.

Sprinting with all its wobbly might, the wild Spinda would use FEINT ATTACK on Doublade, jumping into the air and twirling around, effectively pummeling the twin swords with dark energy. Even though it visibly did quite some damage against the defender of Desiree, she could not help but smile due to its overwhelming cuteness factor, especially as it stumbled a tiny bit upon landing back on the ground. Reacting to this ferociously, as if it were offended by taking such prominent damage from such an unserious foe, Doublade would utilize IRON HEAD, causing its sharp tips of the blades to briefly illuminate with white light as they would slam into the sides of the Spinda. Retracting itself quickly as it possibly could, Doublade would flutter back towards the idol it was sworn to protect, bearing its blades proudly if the Spinda attempted to attack once more in their general direction. Though, it did look pretty worn out after its initial attack and taking the iron head 'head on'.

Removing another pokeball from her bag, she would raise it upwards and throw it underhand in the direction of the Spinda, encasing it with light as it would be consumed by the pokeball in an attempted catch.

"Great job Divine, you never fail to impress me, ♡" the idol would smile towards the sword pokemon, anticipating for the pokeball to click in success as she would continue to smoke the strawberry-flavored cigarette.

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tags: Thomas Benoit
notes: capture attempt on SPINDA!

The extended version of Desiree's 'Extended Mix' would continue to blast outward into the surrounding tall grass and surrounding trees, resonating with the magical leaves that would swirl around her body. It was utterly magical- and with that, her tiniest pokemon, Cleffa, would quickly notice a foreign face nearing the picnic blanket she and Skitty found themselves upon. It was none other than a Chespin, a pokemon that the idol had seen a few times prior to her arrival in the foreign region of Hoenn. Though she had been here for just less than a week, more and more of the scenery was becoming familiar and comfortable. It helped quite a lot being wine drunk though, definitely.

Running up to the wild Chespin with her tiny legs, Starlight the Cleffa would begin to do the truffle shuffle, determined with all of her might to urge the foreign pokemon to do the same. And with it, and the music, it indeed would- they would form a truffle shuffle conga line together, with the help of Skitty, walking toward the twirling Desiree just as quickly as Cleffa made it to the treeline. A look of curiosity and caution would be easily observable by Desiree as they were nearing closer, with a new friend, keeping their guard up if the now-friendly Chespin would become ready to channel an attack.

"Cleffa, sing for our new friend, please please~!♡" she would joyously shout toward the star-shaped pokemon, dancing in a way in an attempt near closer to the wild Chespin while maintaining her style. Slipping outside of the whirlwind of MAGICAL LEAVES, Desiree would clench a Pokeball within her hand.

Humming melodically to the tune of the mix that was playing, specifically the chorus, Starlight the Cleffa would use SING on the wild dancing Chespin, causing it to slowly cease its truffle shuffle as it would sulk onto the surface of the picnic blanket, leaving it cosmically lulled to sleep. This would be the wine-drunken idol's chance; raising her pokeball high and throwing it toward the wild grass-type pokemon as she would continue to dance, it would tick away slowly with time, encompassed by a truffle-shuffling Skitty and Cleffa.

If the capture would be successful, there would be plenty more dancing to come with their new friend Chespin.

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tags: -x-
notes: CAPTURE ATTEMPT on CHESPIN! A chaotic lullaby for a friendly creature that knows how to do the truffle shuffle. ♡

With a gentle grasp upon the Cleffa within her arms, Desiree found herself within the coastal city of Slateport with no reason other than to attend a high-profile charity mixer; she had hopes that she could catch the eyes of entertainment scouts with her presence, as her record label 'TRANCEWAVE' was running into issues with publishing rights within Hoenn due to their little prominence within Kalos' overseas counterparts. After a headache and a half, she was advised to sign onto a second record label in hopes of finally allowing her to continue progressing in the release of her newest unreleased album. An album she had yet to even name, she had finished the last song the night before this event and was more than ready to begin promotion. All she needed was a name and signage, which would prove to be just as difficult as it was the first time she was signed to a label, Cosmic Records.

After wandering around the event for some time, unguarded by the Doublade that was sworn to be her protector with actions rather than words, Desiree would soon find herself surrounded by none other than Bernstein. Though she had never met him before, she had become aware of his prominence in Hoenn as soon as she mentioned to the TRANCEWAVE executives that she was planning on moving overseas to the coastal region. He was a big dog in the industry, at least, that is what she could remember from the conversation. It was something else that she completely forgot that TRANCEWAVE had inquired with him prior to her arrival for double signage with his company, as the conversation occurred over her hospital bed during her recovery from the incident. For a split second she was excited to see him approach, but once she was surrounded by him and the two other men that she assumed to be his affiliates and his hands would streak across her body, her anxiety would begin to spike.

"Y- you may call me that, sir," she would become red in the cheeks as she would continue to listen to his words, her eyes glancing down to meet his fingers streaking over her scar-covering tattoos, "..you know about that?"

The feeling of an incoming cold sweat would ensue, goosebumps manifesting under the sausage fingers that moved across her pale skin before slowly retracting. It felt as if time was moving in slow motion; her Cleffa within her arms would peer upwards with her giant optics, sensing that her trainer was becoming distressed. How much did he know about what happened back home in Kalos? She thought her team cleared all of the articles detailing the push she gave her scum of a father. What if he had ties with Kalosian detectives, or worse, her own label she was an overseas ambassador of?

Once his next words came out of his grim mouth, it felt like a cold knife in her stomach. He was attempting to lowball her- it would not be the first time a record label had done this, so it was not as if she was blissfully unaware. Those rates were entirely dogshit, even worse than Cosmic Records' when she first signed onto them after Kalos' Got Talent. But it only got worse- once she opened her mouth to attempt to negotiate on the rates, he would hush her with a continuation of his words. The feeling of the cold knife began to twist as she noticed his bodyguard get ready for any potential consequences of his bold words.

Looking up at him as he continued, it was clear to her what his motives were, which made it much harder to hide the expression of disgust she was keeping on the inside as soon as he felt her covered scars. She was at a loss for words- he was the gatekeeper to what she wanted to achieve here in Hoenn but was proving to be on some real clown shit. Had she been in Hoenn, she would have indeed raised her hand to his face, but unfortunately she was in uncharted territory.

And she had never been with a man.



"I.. don't know about this, Mr. Bernstein," Desiree would nervously look down toward her Cleffa, making eye contact for a brief moment before meeting his optics once again, her face remaining still yet red, "..your presence is off-putting, to put it lightly."

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tags: Callan Young
notes: I HATE THIS MAN LMAOOO!!!!

The smooth wind would push the strands of her rose-colored river of hair back and forth as Desiree would twirl, her Tropius using its MAGICAL LEAF to manifest leaves of each color of the rainbow around her. It was a magical day, otherwise known as a day of being ultimately schwasted off of local strawberry wine- and it was a habit for the wine-drunken idol to go out to the forests to dance in the tall grass, unwilling to stop for anyone that came her way. At least, that's what she did in Kalos; she had absolutely zero shame in doing this, especially to her own music.

Occasionally people would stop and film her dancing back in the Kalosian forests, but here, she was expecting only wild pokemon drawn to the sweet scent of her Tropius' fruits and her strawberry wine sweats. Wearing a flowing 'Kalona' dress, which was ornate in its jeweled properties around the bust and downwards, it was as if she was a disco ball in her own world. Beside her, next to where the tall grass would cut off, a small picnic blanket of pink and white checkerboard patterns would host a large beatbox and all of her pokemon she brought with her to Hoenn, having their baby pokemon dance party. Other than her Tropius and Honedge, of course, as they would twirl with her, but in the skies rather than the grass.

Playing the extended version of her song, 'Extended Mix', she would begin to work up a sweat as she would dance to her heart's content, keeping an eye out for any wandering pokemon of the wilds that would be willing to join her in her dance. Maybe fairies, maybe grass spirits, who knew what would appear out of the lining of the trees. If they were willing to dance with her, she would be willing to dance with them. All was fair in love and music.

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tags: -x-
notes: MANIFEST PINK PUR MANIFEST 333 333 333

Desiree had never lit a cigarette with flames produced by a pokemon before, so the tiniest bit of anxiety was creeping in when she neared the Ceruledge's flame with her face, the cigarette between her lips. What if its flame were to flicker and ignite her eyelashes once she made contact with it? Well, she had been through much worse, so fuck it.

"I've never met a Ceruledge before, they are such a beautiful pokemon, and thank you for that," she would begin to speak, blowing smoke out as she continued, ".. you have a bit of a Kalosian accent, are you from there as well, or did you just live there for a little while? ♡"

Looking around for any wild pokemon that would come her way, during her talk with the once-hooded stranger, she would notice a pair of blue and white pokey-like ears(?) sticking out from the tall grass. But her Doublade was quicker to notice; unsheathing itself from the resting points of the blades that encompassed its body, it would quickly begin to spin through the air towards the approaching pokemon. Jumping out from the brush of the wilds, now recognizable to be a Greninja to the idol, Doublade would use SACRED SWORD against her target, leaving the wild pokemon exposed just in time within the air for Desiree to throw a pokeball at it. An overprotective pokemon Doublade indeed was, especially due to the training it received in order to protect the idol from any more experiences like the one she left back in Kalos, it was to no surprise Doublade was alert enough to protect her against the Greninja. As the pokeball ticked away, she would passively await the results of her catch as she would continue the conversation she was having.

"I completely forgot to introduce myself, so sorry for that! ♡ My name is Desiree Blooms, do youuu have a name?" she would smile, taking another puff, "oh, and you are more than welcome to have a cigarette if you wish, but no pressure! ✩"

It was bugging the pinkette that she still couldn't place who this mystery person was. Maybe she just saw him in the crowds at one of her performances, or maybe even as a barista somewhere. The possibilities were endless, but with the number of faces she saw both in the media and in her encounters, it wasn't very surprising she could not recall to her.

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tags: Thomas Benoit
notes: catch attempt on GRENINJA.

IC ANSWERS FOR DESIREE BLOOMS

SURVEY #1
“What do you like to wear to the beach or for swimming?”
♥︎ My go to beach attire is my ‘Kalona’ white swimsuit and matching floral lace skirt for a little cover from the sun. And rose quartz accessories, 100%!

SURVEY #2
What is your favorite water-type or fish Pokemon?
♥︎ I remember one time when I was at the beach with my mom we saw a Gorebyss super far out swimming around. I thought it was the most magnificent shade of pink, I want to catch one so bad!

SURVEY #3
"What is the most pressing problem you have at the moment?"
♥︎ Definitely adjusting to this new region! Hoenn has proved itself to be nothing but beautiful in the week i’ve been here, and I hope it stays that way more than anything. But seriously, the onion rings here are not as good as they are in Kalos. That’s my most pressing problem, even if it is barely an issue!

SURVEY #4
"Do you have a bedtime ritual? What is it?"
♥︎ After applying my skincare routine and hygiene and all, it gets a little weird, not gonna lie! I slip on my eye covers and then my Cleffa lulls me to sleep with her cosmic calls. Everyone is so judgemental at sleepovers, but it works every single time. Best sleep ever.

SURVEY #5
"What would you kill for?"
♥︎ I believe that conflict can be resolved in non-violent ways, so I don’t feel as if I could ever bring myself to kill another person unless it was utterly my last option, and even then, i’m sure guilt would run rampant. As for theoretically, my strawberry flavored vapes and onion rings, Kalosian, of course.

SURVEY #6
"What is your favorite summer memory?"
♥︎ Auditioning for Kalos Got Talent the summer after I graduated high school. It wasn’t because of summer inherently, but it caused my life changed forever. I’m forever grateful for that Summer.

SURVEY #7
"If there is one thing you could change about yourself, what would it be and why?"
♥︎ If we lived in a fantasy world, I would definitely change myself in order to give myself wings. But we don’t, so, ummm… probably the natural color of my eyes? Pink, Green, or Violet definitely.

SURVEY #8
"What's in your fridge?"
♥︎ Some fruits and veggies mostly, and a couple special beverages. My freezer is where it’s at when it comes to making food at home, but I usually eat out.

SURVEY #9
"What is your favorite hobby unrelated to Pokemon?"
♥︎ Making music would be way too obvious of an answer. Definitely collecting crystals and sea glass and making them into decor and trinkets for my friends and myself.

SURVEY #10
"What do you consider an overrated virtue?"
♥︎ Patience, 100%. If you can pursue something you love and want immediately, it always pays off. Sometimes waiting is inevitable, but it’s just as annoying.

SURVEY #11
"What is your swear word of choice?"
♥︎ Shit and fuck. Occasionally put together to form one word!

SURVEY #12
"What's a piece of knowledge that you think everyone should know?"
♥︎ Using pirated music-making software is not only illegal but will give your computer viruses. Just pay for it babes!

SURVEY #13
"What do you think is the biggest threat to Hoenn?"
♥︎ I just moved here, so i’m not entirely sure. That article about the Mauville Gym was super concerning though, so probably murderers.

SURVEY #14
"MELODY MIRO has released a new album titled M.M. Listen to it here. Out of the tracklist, which is your favourite song and why?"
♥︎ PINK HAIRED IDOL GANG RISE UP!!! But for real, if i had to limit it to just one song, ‘Everything Goes On’ is the vibe.

SURVEY #15
"Do you believe in canon events? Fixed moments in time that must be lived through?"
♥︎ Perhaps! But sometimes life feels so random at times, it’s hard to think everything is destiny. Maybe 1%.

Before everything went wrong, the deep oceania felt as if it breathed life into the souls of Desiree and her sisters- it was as if the crashing waves of the Kalosian tide was able to strip away all fear, searching the sands for tiny seashells and sand dollars. For how often the four sisters went to the beach in Ambrette Town, it was rather surprising that none of them ever left with a water-type pokemon in hand, or, pokeball, but then again, water types were their mother's specialty.

Despite all of the recent events that draped a grim veil over Desiree's livelihood, things were finally beginning to feel the tiniest bit more comfortable, moving into her new house and all. Her basic furniture and personal belongings that survived that night were all settled, thanks to the Machoke moving team she was able to hire, and it was now time to begin gathering new decor. Sure, living in a treehouse in of itself is nothing but beautiful, but the idol wanted flair, and she wanted it to be personal.

What better thing than making wind chimes out of sea glass, a few shimmering seashells, and maybe even a few pearls? If she was lucky to find them here, because everything was different in this foreign region, after all.

Riding upon her Tropius' saddle, which looked to be constructed out of dyed pink and white leather with floral designs, the Kalosian idol gently flew upon the surface of the waves, so close that she could feel the mist. With the way the weather was here in Summer, it felt nothing short of amazing. So amazing, in fact, that she was able to push all of the negative thoughts that repeated into her mind into the clouds. Sea glass, pearls, seashells, and maybe even a pokemon or two. Those were all she could think of, nothing more, nothing serious- maybe the therapist's suggestion of moving was the right choice, after all.

Her bundles upon bundles of rose hair fluttered as she continued to peer the seaside, not straying too far from the shoreline. It wouldn't be wise to stray outward, as it would be much much darker to see anything shine at the bottom of the sea. Desiree's mom always told her -- the deeper, the more danger,' something she would always consider.

It felt right being here on this sunny day.

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tags: jade rivers
notes: tl;dr