A Pokémon born from a dream. Sure, why not? It isn't any more absurd than the virtual world, not really. She thinks of a Drowzee she saw once out on Route 34, drawing the dreams out from a sleeping Hoothoot as if they were sugar spun into cotton candy in the dull golden haze of the late afternoon. She thinks of the myths of ancient Sinnoh, transplanted onto her people in a momentary meeting, an exchange at a cold and lonely place-- made warm and alive for just a few seconds in the blind march of eternity by the meeting of people and Pokémon.

She thinks of a new moon, and a endless sleep. She thinks of a crescent feather, and of how refreshing it feels to finally wake up.

--The mysteries of Pokemon are often like that. As it is with the myths of Sinnoh, so too it is with the fables of Johto. The Pokémon of legend exist on a different axis to this limited species called mankind. And-- if one Pokémon can exist in worlds beyond our world, why should be it be so impossible for another to do the same?

"I see. Curious creatures, aren't they? I often wonder how much we truly understand about these things we've decided to call Pokémon."


Not just the deities and devils of story, but the friends and companions of everyday life. Every species of Pokémon contains secrets far beyond humans can muster. No, that's unfair. Humans have one miracle to their name-- they are capable of bending all the rest to their will. That alone is proof they aren't entirely without value of their own. She wonders if they shouldn't have an entry of their own in this Pokédex she's after.

--Speaking of Pokédexes, the scientist she's seen fit to collar for this particular task seems rather taken aback by her request. She's taken aback too, of course, though it's at the date he quotes to her more than anything else to her. Seven years? She's only bitten the bullet and got rid of her old flip-phone for a phone with the processing power to run the Pokédex app a year or two ago.

"Tch. Honestly. Useless. You take the phones out of the average trainer's hands today and they won't be able to find their way from the Gym to the Pokémon Center. I used to take notes by hand when I first left on my journey, you know?"


There's no point in getting annoyed about it. She just finds it a shame. What use is a child going on that journey if they're not going to learn anything from it? She never earnt all her Badges when she was young, but the experience shaped her just as much as her training at the Theater did-- she learnt to live alongside Pokémon, and that's worth far more than a few shiny pins in a case. She learnt who she was. Or, the first part of herself, at least.

"I would've thought Team Rocket might be able to see the value in a separate, discrete device. This region is positively crawling with Pokémon previously thought of as little more than legend, no? Being able to share information remotely on newly discovered Pokémon like this one through a private network the League can't access seems a valuable intelligence asset to me."

But, what would she know? She's just a washed up old dancer, after all.

Alba Evovae

☉