Hoenn still held many surprises for the Unovan, who's highest peaks had been the skyscrapers of the city she spent most her life in. And although Castelia's skyline had its own charm, the constant variety Hoenn had been exposing her to downright baffled her, actually having made her enjoy her time off-- however much she hated doing nothing. Likewise just sitting still even when she had nothing to do made the woman fidgety, prompting her to take up yet another stroll on the nearby routes rather than hanging around the cities itself. And with Mt. Pyre looming in the distance, she felt all the more drawn to explore the area around it.

Having her notebook handy Brynn had been recording everything of informational value, somehow capable of writing down whatever she wished without bumping into anything, somehow forgoing the need to even look up. Curious skill, but it left her with all the time needed to document the peculiars of this road. Though with no pokémon currently out and about, the violet-haired one soon enough would find herself straying from the main road, blindly dodging trees, branches, roots, and shrubbery until she ended up somewhere a lot less known by the time she actually looked up from the small booklet. Eyes shifted left and right, Brynn turning around again to try and backtrack any possible path she could've taken to end up… well, wherever "here" was. The only thing she did recognise was the giant mountain looming in the distance. A soft hiss followed as ran a hand through her hair, slamming the small booklet shut.

"Well this is inconvenient…. shit."

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The voice startled her, a small yelp quickly cut short as the Unovan tried to regain her composure. The man in question, a dark-haired stranger, asked her if he could be of help, yet the way he asked her made her subject to the chance that he had been there longer than she'd realised. The very moment she wished to reply however, a strange feeling overwhelmed them. The pressure ability of a pokémon, she would soon learn, the man turning around to face his pokémon; a rather excentric-looking Raichu variant, by the looks of it. A single nod, and the pokémon went off to fight whatever it was that was exerting its pressure, echoes of its fight resonating in the distance.

"Well, you could say I need help, yes- ack!" A small ball of feathers dropped down and bounced against her face before falling further, Brynnhildr giving it a sway like it had been an oversized fly bugging her. Her "oversized fly" turned out to be a Natu, having used a pile of leaves to break its fall, and was now rolling further down the thicket. Instinctively Brynn just threw a pokéball at it, not even quite sure why it had become a habit, just that it worked wonders. "A-anyways!" she'd tear her eyes away from the wobbling object for a moment to address the man. "I kinda got sidetracked, quite literally, actually, and I honestly have no idea where I am right now." she admitted sheepishly, looking far more innocent than the wariness behind her friendly expression let on.


~ Catching Natu~
~ Leaf Pile

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"I'd be much obliged if I could, because I highly doubt I'll find the way by myself... if at all." she smiled sheepishly. Next time she'd be downloading a map of the area she traveled to, because this getting lost was becoming an awfully persistent habit.

"As in, POG Bank's Martín del Mar? Well I'll be.... It's a pleasure to meet you, Mars. Brynnhildr Erling, but likewise, Brynn is just fine." she took his hand, rendering him a firm shake before letting go. She could freak out about meeting POG Bank's CEO another time, for now, all she had to do was ignore the Drifblim floating past the treeline there and keep a straight face. Maybe having some small talk would help settle those nerves. "Apologies if it's none of my business, but what brought you here, Mars?"

Skip~

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