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Maybe, Vespa isn't famous for thinking things through. Maybe, she isn't really famous for thinking thoughts in the first place - or maybe, the opposite, with too many thoughts storming her mind at any chosen moment. Maybe, there are more flaws to this growing-up teenager than one would bother to count. But there is one thing that is certain and that is ... well, once Vespa starts something, she might as well try to finish it. Somehow. Maybe. ... On good days.[break]
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Nonetheless, she is equipped with some of her Pokémon, actually having left a few of her usual 'staples' back home as she wouldn't want to put the Grookey at any risk. Instead, he's back home, probably singing to some of the berry trees right now, and that's perfectly alright. She doesn't feel like breaking down, just because her emotional support monkey isn't here. ... She might grip both of her friends' shoulders a little hard, though, as they venture out for the kind of task they have signed themselves up for. "Are we ready to go? Does anyone need anything?" she finally lets go after a moment, storming the whole venture with a mischievously-looking Misdreavus by her side, eyes glowing golden amidst the darkened night. Even the moon is hiding behind clothes, its waning form only so much of a light source for those heroic high schoolers.

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