oldale was perhaps the most rural one could get in; a small village where many elderly people like to retire to, and perhaps the few families that were eager to provide a quieter place to raise their kids. she was not too fortunate, having been born in the extravagance of lilycove city.

and so stepping in oldale for the first time felt like stepping into a new region. what she'd noticed mainly was how quiet it was, with rarely a shout or a yell to fill the air, and the idle wanderings of their inhabitants. they spent very little time in the town itself before leaving for the wild lands.

they were in a slight hurry—if the rumours were true about these psychic, they'd certainly make enough money to tide her over for a while. they hadn't quite found one as of yet, even as her eyes roved across the forest, searching for the spot of red and white amongst the green foliage.

she slows to a stop beside tempest, shaking her head at the offered canteen. "no, but thank you." she says politely. the smile on his face was inviting, and she found him friendlier than most people. it had been a welcome change to the various rockets she had met since her induction. though she idly wondered his motives, and why someone so kind would join the rockets in the first place.

she did not want to pry, and so she asks him a lighter question instead, making way for small talk. "how long have you been in rocket for, sir?"

Tempest Quinn

she's surprised when a protein bar is pressed into her hands, the wrapper reading cookies and cream as its flavour. she opens her mouth to protest, but seeing tempest had made up his mind, she meekly accepts it. "...thank you." she says quietly, gently opening the bar after him.

five years is a long time to serve in what was essentially a criminal institution. but in some ways, it was not a lot of time at all, considering where hoenn was give years ago. and hearing tempest's past, strangely similar to hers, made her wonder if she would walk the same path as he.

she bites a piece of the protein bar, a slightly crumbly bar. it exploded with sweetness everytime she took a bite; the cookie a indulgence, even in a food meant for energy. cassidy had not treated herself to a dessert in a long time, and even a food as ordinary as a cookies and cream bar made her savour each bite.

"i joined very recently...only a year ago. i still feel weak in comparison to everyone." she admits. poaching had been steady money, though it was not always easy. but she was still new compared to the varied tenures of other rockets, ones that she had met.

"what compelled you to take it more seriously?"

Tempest Quinn