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[attr="class","abadthing"]jomei took a deep breath and inhaled, the sweet scents of littleroot thick with the pollen from a summer breeze sifting through the mighty oaks and pines that surrounded the small town. a sneeze distrubed the silent peace, followed by a sniffle. he never used to have allergies before. a soft sigh slipped away from him as he reached for his fanny pack. it was a soft pink, and held many things from berries to pokeballs, repel and potions; but for now, he reached for his medical grade hand sanitizer and vigiriously rubbed his hands together.

this was where her journey started, jomei thought to himself as his eyes grazed over the small village in the sea of trees. it was here his would start as well. he pulled out a pokedex that one of the region's professor's assistant's secretary handed him without so much blinking an eye. just needed to see his passport and registration, and boom. a legal trainer, professional and all.

it was anticlimactic. the whole thing was. just like before, in johto. and then kalos. it was stupid. he was stupid. a throat itch turned coughing fit forced his mind away from such thoughts as jomei frantically searched for some kleenex, and of course, more hand sanitizer. no one else needed to feel this way. no one deserved to feel that way. were any to take notice, they would see a young man dropping pokeballs and money alike as he spit up into some tissue.

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Small. Quiet. Unsuspecting. So tiny a town that some have forgotten it's even there and yet here she is beneath a light she cannot stand. As always, the world asks of her things she does not wish to give it.

Heels have been traded in for boots up to the knee, long pants, long sleeves dark in color, black and navy blue to block out a light all the rest were desperate to be beneath. Her parasol sits upon her shoulder, propped up just right to keep the sun from her face and he gloved hand that holds uit is adept at shifting it on her shoulder to keep it that way. It is not often Isra treads outside of the cover of night but certain events have come calling and she must venture against the only thing that hinders her.

Perhaps that sentiment is why she stops at the sound of sniffling. Normally under these circumstances she would be hesitant to delay her route but a head tilts to the side, parasol follows and what she finds herself walking by seems rude to leave unattended to. She has a role to play still after all.

Erry quiet from practiced foot steps of the mess of noises the boy is causing aside she approaches him from the side and reaches down to retrieve a stray pokeball. "If it's that bad it may be worth your while to go home and rest." she states plainly, doll like posture sitting on a porcelain frame. She holds it out for him, a small bit of advice should not delay her too long.

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POSTED ON Jul 9, 2019 4:55:33 GMT

[attr="class","abadthing"]"it's not like it's gonna go away." jomei thought to himself, sourly. it's not as if he could cure it. he couldn't even get the medication that he needed, or even see a doctor until weeks from now. anything could happen. so he would take the reigns at least of one in his life, which was why he traveled. why he was here.

his empty brooding stare only noticed the pokeball until after the fact and before jomei could finishing saying, "wait, be carefu-", a plusle burst forth from the ball in a flash of sparks. "dammit." he sighed and stuffed the tissue away. the plusle zapped past the stranger and up jomei's body, settling in his curly hair to make a nest. "whatever." he muttered more to himself than to the woman who held the pokeball. he took said pokeball the plusle had escaped from and picked up the other things he had dropped.

"sorry, i just got him." jomei droned, poking at the now snoozing rabbit pokemon. he knew the irony in the gift, no matter how morbid it was. "he doesn't listen. do you, oz?" he asked sarcastically as if the pokemon would even bother responding. it didn't.

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POSTED ON Jul 9, 2019 5:28:10 GMT

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She had assumed the pokeball empty, thinking most would not be careless enough (in her mind) to allow filled pokeballs to run loose. Her eyes widened in mock surprised but the woman was otherwise unalarmed. It wasn't until the pokemon climbed him and settled into his hair she had much of an expression at all. Brows furrowed in a sort of perplexed frown. "I see. Most pokemon do eventually, some are stubborn."

The behavior is a little cute but she's hesitant to say as such out loud. It's one thing to encourage it in her own pokemon, another to encourage it in someone else's. "Doesn't that get... tiring?" She's not very good at this kind of small talk really, but she can't help asking. "Hanging out in your hair like that?"

Heaven knows she couldn't let any of her pokemon do something like that. Her hair would be a disaster if she tried and with how much she had- it'd take hours to undo the disaster.

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POSTED ON Jul 9, 2019 6:53:22 GMT

[attr="class","abadthing"]he was always tired as of recent. waking up was hard, getting out of bed nearly impossible, whatever cruel gods that might be know the hell it was to actually get anywhere on time. which was one of many reasons jomei had been so annoyed by the complete lack of importance in receiving a pokedex. in becoming a trainer. no one cared.

why should he? "i don't care." he said flatly. most of his stuff was back in his fanny sack save for the apparently insignificant pokedex. when he went to grab it, the camera must have scanned the sleeping plusle for it began to buzz off facts about the pokemon from a tiny speaker:


PLUSLE, the CHEERING POKEMON!
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GENDER, MALE.
ABILITY, PLUS.
HEIGHT, ONE FOOT.
THIS IS BELOW AVERAGE HEIGHT!
WEIGHT, SIX AND ONE QUARTER POUNDS.
THIS IS BELOW AVERAGE WEIGHT!

jomei groaned and pressed a button to shut the thing off as he commented dryly, "at least i know it works."

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POSTED ON Jul 9, 2019 7:39:36 GMT

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Mmm. Isra wasn't much for that sort of answer. It tended to lead down routes she had no real ability to handle. Her capacity only went so far especially with people she did not know. Isra opted to ignore it, only lingering when his pokedex goes off. Partly out of curiosity. "I'm surprised you bothered with getting one of those." given the current climate in Hoenn, how it's been in the last year, she doubted anyone had bothered in a long time.

"I didn't even know they were still handing them out to be honest." if she was supposed to pick on up after joining the league the woman had never bothered. Didn't see it as worth her time. She eyed it though, wondering if it was all they were cracked up to be. People tended to talk things higher than she thought of them once she saw them. "May I?" she asked, reaching out for the device. She didn't really expect him to hand it to her, she just didn't hold back either.

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POSTED ON Jul 9, 2019 16:44:24 GMT

[attr="class","abadthing"]jomei shrugged in response and offered the device to the stranger. "it's not one of the fancy rotom ones." he warned, his voice dull. "i don't even think it's up to date with the kalosian version - those have holographic displays." the boy commented, remembering his brief visit to kalos - the look on his cousin's face when he told her, the shattering of glass when she dropped her pokedex. "not real holograms though." he added ominiously.

the version jomei had was an updated HANDY910. it was slightly larger than a cellphone, a pale pink color, and a box. the screen was currently displaying the picture it took of the plusle sleeping in jomei's hair, along with the stats it had listed earlier. were the woman to try to use any of its functions, she'd find it barebones. "they're supposed to help with training and learning more about your pokemon, but you probably know that." he noted before he scoffed, his tone dry like a pinot noir, "but it seems more like free labor for the league as i catalog all the pokemon i own."

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POSTED ON Jul 10, 2019 1:10:56 GMT

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She chuckles at the frankness of his comment. He's not entirely wrong especially right now when the region had greater trouble on its shoulder no matter which way it seemed to look. She took the device and looked it over, having never really used one herself. "You're not wrong. From my understanding that's about all these things are good for. Some of the information can be useful for understanding your pokemon but you'll learn more actually being around pokemon. It's just raw information."

Then again the woman could easily be considered biased. She greatly favored a more organic manner of learning about pokemon and other means of training them. Having a machine tell you a thing or two didn't really suite her. She fiddles with the small device a moment, curious as to what degree it worked but soon found herself reasonably bored by it. It was too bad, the gadgets seemed like had reasonable potential.

"I've never had one myself though, so I can't saw much else." she hands it back, curiosity sated for the most part. "Do have only the plusle right now?" as long as he keeps answering questions she's like to keep asking them.

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POSTED ON Jul 10, 2019 23:00:57 GMT

[attr="class","abadthing"]jomei shrugged in response and offered the device to the stranger. jomei took the pokedex back gingerly, careful not to touch the woman. no need to risk anything. even though there wasn't any true risk of infection through a simple touch of hands, he just couldn't bring himself to touch another person. he felt dirty, gross. he didn't want to make a mess of anyone else's life.

"no." jomei said plainly and reached down for four other minimized pokeballs. they were semi-transparent and showed the pokemon within. this was enough for the pokedex in his other hand, as it began to rattle off data.


BUDEW, the BUD POKEMON!
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GENDER, FEMALE.
ABILITY, POISON POINT.
HEIGHT, TEN INCHES.
THIS IS ABOVE AVERAGE HEIGHT!
WEIGHT, TWO AND THREE FIFTHS POUNDS.
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RALTS, the FEELING POKEMON!
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GENDER, MALE.
ABILITY, TRACE.
HEIGHT, ONE FOOT FOUR INCHES.
WEIGHT, FIFTEEN POUNDS.
THIS IS ABOVE AVERAGE WEIGHT!
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FLABÉBÉ, the SINGLE BLOOM POKEMON!
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GENDER, FEMALE.
ABILITY, FLOWER VEIL.
HEIGHT, THREE INCHES.
THIS IS BELOW AVERAGE HEIGHT!
WEIGHT, ONE SIXTH ONE POUND.
THIS IS BELOW AVERAGE WEIGHT!
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CHIKORITA, the LEAF POKEMON!
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GENDER, FEMALE.
ABILITY, OVERGROW.
HEIGHT, THREE FEET TWO INCHES.
THIS IS ABOVE AVERAGE HEIGHT!
WEIGHT, FIFTEEN POUNDS.
THIS IS ABOVE AVERAGE WEIGHT!

jomei deadpanned as the information was regurgated upon him and the stranger. "wow. this is going to get annoying quick." he snorted, then sneezed. then began to wheeze. and cough, spittle coming up. struggling, he released the ralts in a flash of light. the pokemon acted instinctively, and raised its pale paws at jomei, bathing him in a rainbow light that originated from the pokemon's red horn. jomei's fit began to soothe itself out, and after a final cough, he looked to the woman, face red.

"do not feel sad." a voice spoke in his head. it was poe, the ralts.

"stay out of this." jomei snapped at the psychic, and he felt the connection sever.

"sorry." he muttered, embarrassed.

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POSTED ON Jul 12, 2019 8:04:12 GMT

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Isra had to stifle the chuckle, gloved hand reaching up to cover her grin at the way he responded tot he pokedex. It seemed like he was less than thrilled with what he had received. The sense of amusement didn't last long however as his state seemed to devolve with a suddenness that had Isra's eyebrows high on her forehead.

The woman was reaching into her bag for a handkerchief to hand over when he releases his pokemon. A fitting response and something the pokemon seems quick to take care of. "I would say take a deep breath but it almost seems like that was the cause." she hands him the cloth. It's the most she can manage, it's obvious everything in her body language is stiff and uncertain, as if she's not programmed with a proper response to this and she's just not good at being worried enough to bother pretending fretting over another individual. It has nothing to do with him and everything to do with a fragmented upbringing.

"No need to apologize." she didn't really understand why he was saying sorry to begin with really. She turns to the pokemon that has mellowed him out. "I suppose your pokemon handle it well enough for you anyway, I assume?"

She probably could have done with a few extra drops of worry but Isra wasn't one for worrying.

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POSTED ON Jul 24, 2019 0:34:39 GMT

[attr="class","abadthing"]he took the handkerchief urgently, coughing up spittle into it. disgusting. he was disgusting. jomei glanced to the woman and shrugged. "i suppose so. it was the reason he was gifted to me." he said blandly, staring at the soiled cloth. his ralts butted in on the conversation telepathically in both @popsoda and Isra Nightingale's mind, adding, "indeed. the mistress gifted me to my young master here to keep him in good health and standing, considering his diag-" jomei didn't let him finish before returning poe to his pokeball.

"he claims to have the ettiequte and manners of a butler but sure as hell doesn't know when to shut the fuck up." jomei snarled, shoving the other poke balls away into his fanny pack. he turned to isra, snot covered napkin in hand and asked, the same dry humor as before, "i guess you don't want this back... i’m jomei by the way." his mother always told him not to trust or talk to strangers, but hey, she offered him a handkerchief and didn't black out. so at least she wasn't that bad to drug him. yet.

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POSTED ON Jul 24, 2019 21:22:59 GMT

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The pokemon doesn't surprise her in the slightest and while she by no means misses the word it doesn't get to finish she can't help but laugh. A hand covers her mouth to stifle the chuckle. "I'm sure he'll learn with age. At least you got him young. Mine was a Gardevoir already when she showed up in my garden and is quite set in her ways." a bleeding heart of a pokemon and they've had to come to many a compromise to tolerate each other.

She waves her hand to dismiss his comment about the handkerchief, she's got plenty to spare back home and it seems like h may need it later. "A pleasure. My name is Isra." she gives a polite bow of her head in his direction, after all she's wearing no dress today to curtsy with or else that would be the proper addition she feels. As old school as it is.

Isra will not ask him what the pokemon was talking about, because she too can understand having things you keep between you and your own. After all, no one walks out into a bright day like today covered head to toe in clothing without good reason- and she's no more interested in disclosing her own oddities than this boy seems to be.

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POSTED ON Jul 29, 2019 8:37:03 GMT

his plusle continued to snooze peacefully as they talked. jomei finally took notice of the way she was dressed when she introduced herself. “isra, huh. you’re not dressed like the others around here. they look like they’re visiting a summer home and you’re well...” he paused, not wanting his blunt way of speaking to sound rude. “cozy.” he decided at last, seeing as it best fit her style of completely covering herself despite the heat.

“and if you’re not from around here, uh, what are you doing?” jomei asked curiously. most the people he’d ran into were either locals or tourist from a different city.

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"I tend not to." her smile is warm and she's quick to accept his version of what she is wearing. 'Cozy' is an interesting choice when really she's boiling in the warmth of summer. "No skin cancer for me at least." she throws at a wink, a playful way of playing it off so that people avoid the topic. She'd rather they think her neurotic about her health than find out the truth.

She turns her head in the direction she was headed at his question. How best to put it? Mildly vague. "I'm here to visit an old friend of mine. Sadly now is one of the few chances I get to make it out here and see them." it was a rather important visit actually, but the individual often kept her waiting they could deal with a little but of their own medicine.

"And what are you doing out here Jomei?" there's a slight tilt of her head, like a doll on puppet strings.

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[attr="class","abadthing"]no cancer, huh. would that be better? worse? was it wrong of him to think like that? jomei closed his eyes, a shaky breath followed as he listened to isra speak. what he has could have been prevented, people with cancer didn't get that choice; but in the end, did he ever have a choice? was he ever given the opportunity to...

a gentle breeze brought him back to reality. she was here to see an old friend and he was here to... jomei glanced at the pokedex in his hand. "this, i guess." he said, fumbling with the device. "my aunt said little root is the place of new beginnings of hoenn. so what better place to start my own -" ending? beginning? he still wasn't sure.

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