Callan gently aqueezed Elly's shoulder as he walked from Nurse Joy's reception at the Pokemon Center to meet her. Having just checked in his Pokemon, it was a convenient place to gather, considering that Pacifidlog did not exactly have that many facilities surrounding it.

The float of Pacifidlog above the Corsola colony bobbed up and down as it moved across the sea, it made Callan wonder if it would feel strange for the people here to move to a new city on hard, solid ground. And also, as to whether Elinor's former caretaker, Geena, had missed such place. Callan held her hand gently, looking into her eyes. "How're you feeling? We can take a moment to talk about it if you don't feel ready yet."

Elinor Anderson

Callan’s presence reassured her and calmed her even as he gently squeezed her.

She took a calming breath. “A moment sounds good.” She paused

“And as for how I feel… I feel unsure?” Elinor stated. “I know this was my idea. But now that I am standing here, I fear that Geena might not appreciate me just arriving like this?” Elinor voiced her thoughts without the thoughtful filter that she so often applied.

“What about you, Cal? Are you sure you want to be dragged into this?” She did feel kind of bad having brought Callan here, but deep down she knew he would’ve come with her regardless of whether she wanted it or not.


OOC: Takes place Post-Darkest day, but pre-Cyberchase conclusion
LOCATION: Pacifidlog Town

Callan listened to Elly as she spoke, taking a moment to consider what she was feeling at the moment. It had been a while since she had met Geena, most likely someone that had come to Pacifidlog was here to enjoy a more uiet environment. But still, Callan didn't think there was anything wrong with a visit.

Perhaps a surprise visit was what she wanted, but regardless, he spoke first. "I think she'd enjoy it." Callan replied. But what was Elly feeling, at the moment? "Are you afraid of seeing her not wanting to see you again?" He took a moment to put himself in her shoes, a person who had no real blood parents that saw her as a daughter, as a human being to be cherished. The kindness of Geena was possibly all that she received as a child, someone that looked after her, cared for her well being and happiness, a surrogate mother. To see someone like that reject her now, that would truly break someone.

Callan gently pulled Elly into his arms, pressing his lips against her head. "I'm here because I want to be here." He replied, "You'll reunite, you'll have a great day today." He pulled back slightly, to look her in the eyes and brush a strand of hair from her cheek. "And even if it doesn't work out, you'll have me with you. You're not alone anymore Elly."

Callan took her hand in his. "Come on, you can do this, and I'll be here for you, but you won't need me so much, I'm sure."

Callan’s reassurances calmed her nerves somewhat. She gave him a small nod. “Yeah, yeah I think I am. I know there’s no reason to be afraid. But still…” She said no more, as her words were whisked away by a gentle breeze.

Callan pulled her into his arms, pressing his lips against her head. His presence was so appreciated, that he would surely have no idea. Callan pulled away from her so that their eyes could meet. His words reassured her further, as he gently brushed away a strand of hair.

And then he took her hand. She took a deep breath and then gave him a nod as she said. “Alright, I think that I am ready!” and with that, she began to lead the way towards the address that she had found.



OOC: Takes place Post-Darkest day, but pre-Cyberchase conclusion
LOCATION: Pacifidlog Town

The walk around Pacifidlog was not long, outsoide of the Pockemon center, the roows of houses on rafts were small. As they stepped onto the wooden platforms, the water bobbed alongside them, he would never understand how people were able to sleep, live, conduct daily business in such a place. But still, "There's something peaceful about here, isn't there?"

He replied, looing towards Elly as he walked with her, sliding a hand between her fingers. Callan was content following her around, and wait, after all, this was her moment, not his, and he didn't want to intrude on anything. Once they had arrived at the address, Callan gently squeezed her shoulder. "Go on dear, I'll be right behind you."

“Yeah,” Elinor replied. She couldn’t help but look around as the quiet Town bobbed along. She was so used to the hustle and bustle of the big city, that this almost unnerved her. “A bit too peaceful perhaps,” Elinor commented. But perhaps that was simply the Anderson within her lacking the life of the big city.

By the time they arrived at the house, Elinor and Callan had given in to the public hand-holding. Though that was switched to a squeezing of the shoulder as they stood just outside the entrance to what would be the property entrance.

Elinor’s eyes gazed at the house, small and compact, but still large enough to accommodate a family. Elinor took a deep breath and stepped forward until she reached the door. With a shaking hand did she press the doorbell?

The loud clanging of the bell announced her presence throughout the house.

But the person that opened the door was not whom she expected, a boy at least ten years her younger stood in front of her, a big bright smile upon his face as his eyes sparkled, his hair a dark shade of greenish as it danced unwieldy in the air.

“Hey… Is…”

Before Elinor could even speak a word the boy turned around and loudly proclaimed “Mah! You’ve got guests.” And then the boy turned around and left, leaving the door open.

“Who is it…” The woman, who seemed the spitting image of the boy halted in her steps. Surprise painted with broad strokes on her face.

“H.. Hi.” Before Elinor could even finish her greeting, she found herself embraced by the woman.

Once contend with what she had gotten the woman held Elinor out in her arms and said. “Oh, Elinor what brings you here? And who is that?” The woman paused. “Oh, where are my manners come on in.” She then moved aside letting the two adults enter the house’s small entry hallway.

It was a rather simplistic affair, with no clutter save for the basic furnishing, family pictures, etc. Though if Callan or Elinor took a closer look at the wall of family pictures, amongst all the pictures of green-haired people there would be three pictures with Geena and a tiny well-dressed Elinor, then another with Geena and a slightly older Elinor, and then another girl who seemed to be at least a few years younger. Lastly, there was a third picture following the same composition, but now there were three children all of the different ages but related by blood.

In the background, the sound of someone either watching TV or playing Video Games could be heard coming from one of the rooms that the entry hall led into. Though one could not peer into that room, as the door had been closed, presumably the boy had gone in there.

NPC: Geena Essert / AS OF YET UNNAMED KID
OOC: Takes place Post-Darkest day, but pre-Cyberchase conclusion
LOCATION: Pacifidlog Town

Callan had to imagien getting visitors in Pacfidlog was not a likely matter. Everyone here likely knew everyone else. The neighbours, the people, all lived here for generations at a time, forever seeking whatever it was that they were looking for.

What kind of majestic Pokemon would convince a whole people to take to the seas, Callan wondered? It must have been awe-inspiring.

*Ding.*

The sound of a bell, and Callan's thoughts reverted back to the present, his heart pumped alongside Elly. In truth, he too was nervous, nervous for his girl, what if this turned out to be an unhappy reunion. Then, the door opened, to be greeted by a younger boy, before his teens, seemingly. Callan waved, briefly, as he went to call his mother.

What came after was an exact image of the boy, plumper, older, with a kind face and motherly features. The type of woman who you knew possessed maturity and kindness beyond her years and instantly liked. Before Elly could squeak the first greeting, the woman hugged her, and Callan felt the weight of a world dissipate inside his chest.

A stupid smile was etched on his face, most likely, but he couldn't particularly fight back against the feeling. "Hello ma'am," He greeted, finding his voice mildly shaky, this was a poor introduction to have near glistening eyes on a first meeting. "I'm Callan, it's nice to meet you, I just wanted to accompany Elly, in case she needed me." He paused, as Geena let them both in. "Thank you." He said, as he entered into the hut.

Taking off his shoes, Callan looked into the small, yet sizeable home. Once Geena had moved to sort out their current situation, Callan briefly took Elly into his arms and pressed his lips against hers. "You did it." He congratulated, chuckling, before letting her go and moving to explore the surrounding area.

This was a home he had always wanted to have as a child. Small, clean, warm. It was everything that was ever needed to know that the people who inhabited it were loving people. Callan looked towards the photographs on the walls, a certain strawberry blonde girl decorated the sides in much more classy attire. "Come here Elly," He asks, taking her hand as she does. "She never forgot you, look." He whispered into her ear, as he looked at the pictures, before turning towards their hostess.

"I'm so sorry for intruding ma'am, you have a lovely house. Elly has told me a lot about you, and... we wanted to see if we could visit. I hope you don't mind."

Geena left the two guests to their own devices for a moment.

This brief moment allowed Callan to briefly take Elinor into his arms and kiss her before he spoke words of acknowledgment to her. She nodded embarrassedly as she felt the heat in her cheeks. And then Callan moved on to explore the surroundings. And while he did so, she finally had the time to take off her shoes.

Then Callan took her hand and dragged her over like an excitable Growlithe to something of great importance. Elinor’s jaw dropped to the floor when she saw the picture. She figured Geena had loved her like her own child, but she hadn’t thought that she would find pictures of her on Geena’s wall, much less of her and her sisters.

But before Elinor could even begin talking about it, their hostess returned, which prompted Callan to turn his attention towards her.

“Oh, no need for flattery.” She sent a mildly embarrassed waving gesture at Callan as she continued. “Oh of course you two are allowed to visit. What would even make you consider that it wouldn't be?” Geena looked toward Elinor, an understanding upon her lips.

Elinor looked squeamish as she realized all the reasons that she might’ve convinced herself of were wrong.

But before she could even admit to a single one of them, Geena quickly continued. You don’t have to answer that. I am just happy that you are here.” She gestured for them to follow her into the next room, a living room.

While the entrance hallway had been much less decluttered, this room showed clear signs of usage, though what clutter there was had somehow been neatly organized. The sound of a rerun episode of ‘The Great Hoenn Bake-off’ played at a comfortable audio level out into the living room. But if anyone were to look towards the TV, the first thing they’d notice was not the TV itself, but the Quagsire sitting comfortably on the Sofa gazing with great interest upon said TV. Though when it noticed Elinor and Callan entering the room, it raised its arm in enthusiastic greeting and waved for all of five seconds before its attention returned to the TV, just in time to see someone messing up on the triple chocolate layered Magikarp formed cake.

“Just take a seat wherever you’d like.” Geena gestured for the table or the sofa before she continued “So, do you two want anything to drink, tea, coffee, Chaja Cola?” Geena offered.

“Just tea for me, thank you,” Elinor replied

Geena turned her attention to Callan awaiting his reply before she could fetch their drinks.


NPC: Geena Essert / AS OF YET UNNAMED KID
OOC: Takes place Post-Darkest day, but pre-Cyberchase conclusion
LOCATION: Pacifidlog Town

Callan followed through the netrance and stepped into the living room, cosy, and much larger than he had expected. He waves back at the Quagsire as it turns back to the TV series it goes back to. Callan himself couldn't resist but to move over and run his acros agaisnt its smooth, squishy head. It was damp, and slick to the touch, but it seemed appreciateive as he rubbed its shiny bald head for a few moments before taking a tissue to wipe his hands.

His focused turned towards Geena and Elinor. Geena, for the most part, seemed like the type of woman he would have wanted to be his mother, as he gently rested his hand against Elly's shoulder and squeezed. "Oh! I'll have some tea as well, if that's the case. No sugar or cream needed, thank you." He replied, as he holds Elly's hand and sits down beside the Quagsire to watch the Great Hoenn Bakeoff.

"Do you like this show Quagsire?" He chuckled, not entirely sure of his name. Most Pokemon however, knew their pokedex name though. He turned his attention to Elinor as Geena made the drinks. "So... everything you expected?" He whispered.

Quagsire enjoyed the attention given to it. Though not enough to move its attention away from its show. The cake being baked was all that stood between the contestant and instant elimination.

Geena nodded and left the room for a brief moment.

Callan took Elinor’s hand. She followed him to the Sofa, but her attention was not grabbed by the baking show. No, her eyes wandered taking in the sight of what a normal home might look like. Had she been more fortunate perhaps this could have been the life she had as a child. Alas, she had not been so fortunate.

Callan asked the Quagsire a question. The Quagsire enthusiastically nodded and then began to speak its watery language, trying to explain all the intricate details of the competition. And then it realized Callan’s attention had moved towards Elinor. It looked down in disappointment. Here it had thought it had found a topic to befriend Callan with.

Elinor gave him a nod. Though to be fair, she hadn’t expected anything since she had been preparing herself for the worst.

It was at this moment that Geena returned with their choice of drink.

Elinor grabbed hers and took a sip. And as she did a sense of nostalgia washed over her. Yeah, she remembered this wild berry mix.

Geena placed Callan’s cup politely in front of him, with the grace of an experienced maid. She then grabbed her cup and scooted in-between Callan and the Quagsire. With the cup held firmly, she turned her attention at first to Elinor then onto Callan.

“So, I have to be honest. I never thought I would live to see the day where Elinor would bring a man to my house.” Geena joked. “Callan, why don’t you tell me a little bit more about yourself.” While the question was asked politely. The tone and command with which Geena spoke showed someone accustomed to dealing with children and rich assholes used to getting their way.



NPC: Geena Essert / AS OF YET UNNAMED KID
OOC: Takes place Post-Darkest day, but pre-Cyberchase conclusion
LOCATION: Pacifidlog Town

Callan nodded in response, "Good." He replied, the worst had passed and for the better, or so he had thought. Callan graciously held the cup, having accidentally hurt the Quagsire's feelings, he fully intended to remedy that situation. "Ah well... I think I more or less tagged along just in case there was any concern." He replied, as he shifted to the side to give Geena some room to sit down.

Her tone was polite, but underneath, was a firm, strong woman. "I'm an open book ma'am." Callan replied, "I met Elinor while on Ranger duty, we had to handle an escalating conflict between Primeape and Passimian." He paused, "I suppose I'm a professional Pokemon Trainer, first and foremost. Though lately I've begun to also make a music career." Callan paused, letting her respond, but he too was dying to hear a few things.

"Elinor's told me a bit about you, do you enjoy Pokemon Battling?"

Geena gave Callan an understanding nod. She knew Elinor’s thought process well enough to guess what sort of thoughts the young lady would’ve had. But she would not interrupt. Instead, she politely allowed Callan to answer her question.

A look of surprise appeared when he mentioned Ranger’s work. She shot a glance towards Elinor, who grew just a bit smaller as she remembered she hadn’t told Geena about that. Then Callan moved on to talking about his career before finishing off with a question directed at her.

“Sounds like you are a busy man.” Geena joked. “But to answer your question. Yes, I quite enjoy Pokémon battles. I used to battle a lot when I was younger. And I do think I was pretty good at it at the time.” As Geena spoke, the Quagsire made an acknowledging nod as a pleased smile spread across its lips. Memories of good old battles flooded back to it. “But not everyone can live off of it.” a sad truth, but a reality many experienced especially when accidental family additions happened.

“I am sure you are still pretty good.” Elinor blurted out.

Geena made a grateful but dismissive waving gesture with her hand as she said. “Oh, no need for flattery dear. I am well aware of my limitations. The things young trainers do nowadays, the power of their Pokémon is far greater than anything I saw back in my day. And that doesn’t even take into account all that Mega evolution and Z-move stuff that has appeared.” She paused. “No, I am content watching you all compete from the sidelines.”

NPC: Geena Essert / AS OF YET UNNAMED KID
OOC: Takes place Post-Darkest day, but pre-Cyberchase conclusion
LOCATION: Pacifidlog Town

"No more or less than Elinor I imagine." Callan replied, a smile creeping against his lips. "She's made Councilwoman in Hoenn now."

"I would say that judging by your Quagsire I'm inclined to believe so." Callan replied, briefly turning back towards the Quagsire who had been enamored with the baking show. "It's never too late to learn again, if you'd like, perhaps you'd be interested in taking the gym challenge at some point. I'm by Lilycove, though I imagine the thrill of battling doesn't have its appeal as we age."

Taking a sip of his coffee, he moved his attention over to Elinor, then back to Geena. "Though, that's not everything Elly has told me about you. She said you practically raied her, do you have any embarassing stories you could share?" At last, his true intentions for coming here were laid bare.