HORN TRUMPETS BLARE TO ANNOUNCE the start of the HOENN STAR TOURNAMENT. this celebration cycles with the pokeathalon every four years.
slateport has been remodeled to accommodate visitors from the other regions with local specialties and plenty of festivities. here, intense battles of various kinds are waged to demonstrate hoenn's prowess in battling!
after the ultra beast war, hoenn begins to heal. the megalopolan invasion may have failed; however, it is clear there is much more at stake. a prophecy revolving around a cyclical meteoroid, the appearance of necrozma and a dangerous and viral alien threaten the safety of the region once more.
with rocket's new boss, the resurgence and reappearance of the crime syndicate's presence is imminent. the league has done its best to repair its reputation, and with the victory of a war under their belt, perhaps it is enough. but the seeds of distrust have already been sown in the ravaged land of this region, causing many to wonder what will grow?
[attr="class","illie b"]"having fun?" an eyebrow quirks upward, a grin rises to her lips, and there's a teasing tone to her voice. as if suddenly embarrassed, the target of her banter lets out a soft rumble. her off colored golurk is nestled in the paddock of a herd of wooloo, completely and utterly content with being surrounded by nothing but fluffy wool and bleating sheep. it's a cute sight, really, one that she can't help but giggle at. deus seems torn, however, between exactly which wooloo to pet first. in the end, it settles upon just showering each and every one of them with love and affection. the automaton is surprisingly gentle with the livestock and despite its size, she knows the wooloo are living the dream right now.
in fact, some even roll closer with happy little bleats of excitement escaping them as they go. so cute!
meanwhile, she busies herself with perching on the nearest part of the fence, an open notebook settled in her lap. the pages are slightly worn with ink smudges but the looping letters of her messy cursive practically fills the lines entirely. well, except for one spot... where she had casually drawn a little wooloo doodle. oh well, these notes are practically all about them anyway so no harm, really.
a breeze sends her hair into a flurry of dark strands and she's letting out a soft sigh. the weather is nice and yet, she finds herself almost wishing for the frigid winds of winter instead. the last time she had been close to a wooloo flock, snow had covered the ground and she was bundled up in a cute sweater. and now, she's just not and it isn't as comforting as it had been then. speaking of then, she had a partner for that, right? a moment of revelation dawns on her and she's gasping. how could she forget about her partner? if her memory serves correctly, she should be arriving any moment now.
with a quick glance toward the entrance to the paddock, her suspicions prove to be accurate as a woman enters and she's quick to smile. "hey," she greets with a gentle wave of her hand. "are you here to protect the wooloo too?" she doesn't want to assume that this is, in fact, her partner. no, the last time she assumed someone was there to help, it ended terribly. better to ask first in the end, it seems.
Kaede stepped gingerly through the pools of thick, glutinous muck, as she moved forwards towards the farmhouse that loomed in the distance. At least that was where she assumed she had to go.
The whole reason for this excursion was to “take care of the Wooloo and keep away any predators or thieves that may try to harm them.” Of course, she had only taken the job for the benefits it so richly offered. It allowed her to get up close and personal with new Pokémon. New being something that she had yet to record in her journal in some form or another.
Her faithful partner Dunsparce, Noodle was barely visible, sunken, into the great floof of wool and silk that made up her costume of today. As always, she was quite happy to dress up for the occasion. Even if the oversized floof of the Wooloo-inspired outfit was slightly more cumbersome than practical.
Soon enough, though. Kaede had waded through the mud and struggling against the bulk of wool and had reached one of the wide expanse of paddock. An expanse of green grass stretched out before her, spiked up in places as it overgrew just slightly. As to provide food for the Pokémon, or so she assumed.
As Kaede approached, a voice called out from inside the paddock. She peered up over the woollen hat and body suit and caught sight of another girl and a Pokémon surrounded by Wooloo.
“That’s right,” she muttered, trying to enter the paddock with some dignity. “My name is Kae–”
This was all she had time to say before the weight of the costume overwhelmed her. She had been attempted to climb over the fence but had fallen forwards. With a slight thud, lessened by the soft landing and the even softer costume, Kaede landed upside down in a shrub of weeds. Noodles did nothing to help her. Merely exiting the costume quickly and scuttling away to safety.
[attr="class","illie b"]the gears in her mind seem slow today, she decides. too sluggish, too distracted, too lackluster to fully grasp the concept of just what the girl is wearing until realization crashes like a tidal wave. sure, she saw too much white at first, too much fluff, but originally just chalked it up to the flock of wooloo rolling closer to the newcomer. now, however, she's acutely aware of two facts: one, she's staring and two, that's the cutest thing she's ever seen.
her lips curl into a bright smile at the appearance of the girl, delight etching itself into crinkles at the corners of her eyes. deus is drawn in as well, although for a different reason. the automaton doesn't fully grasp the concept of a costume. no, it gazes at the girl as if she's another wooloo in its growing flock of friends. so much so that it offers a rumbled coo at her, almost mimicking the excited bleats of the sheep at its ankles.
illeana's mouth parts to usher out another greeting but the words die in her throat. instead, a surprised gasp escapes instead and she's rising all too quickly from her perch. the girl is a blur of white wool and a scampering dunsparce. "oh god," she breathes, panic rising by the second. is she okay? did the shrubbery break her fall? the sight seems to shove her mind into overdrive, a sudden shift from the previously sluggish workings. and then, she's scrambling closer, speaking a little too loudly and a little too rushed. "are you okay?"
she's careful to be mindful, despite her haste, of the dunsparce as it scurries to safety. and then, a thought rises and before she can help herself, she's throwing a glance over her shoulder toward deus. dark eyes are searching for assistance and it seems they find purchase because a beat later, the automaton is shuffling closer. the flock follow, curious bleats puncturing the soft sound of little hooves tapping against ground. she's the first to join the girl's side and there's a slight hesitance in her body. what's the first step in freeing her? does she pull or lift? should she just wait until deus gets closer? oh boy. in the end, she settles upon reaching toward her with nervous hands, fingers slightly trembling as if she's afraid she'll make the situation worse. "are you stuck on anything?" her eyes roam the shrub, searching for signs of resistance from the greenery. "i'd hate to end up tearing your lovely costume."
What a pain in the butt! To be stuck in such a silly position in front of a stranger, nonetheless. How very, very, very embarrassing!
Her legs kicked wildly as she tried to right herself. The round, woolen body pushing down on Kaede’s body. Quite possibly, muffling the words that followed. “I’m not caught. It’s just… just… very floofy and heavy. It’s hard to turn over from this position!”
Without a backward glance, Noodles had zoomed away to a far corner of the paddock, hiding behind the water trough. His large round head, still clearly visible and poking out. A few of the Wooloo were interested in both Kaede thanks to her outfit and her unfortunate predicament. While some were clearly interested in Noodles who shot away once more to hide behind the bails of hay, neatly stacked at the other end of the round pen.
“I’m fine; just roll me over, okay?!” Kaede was trying to get the other trainer to help her roll onto her side and then, she’d be able to take a more dignified position. The girl was clearly trying to help but from her panicking voice, she was unsure if it’d hurt Kaede or her costume.. which was little comfort at this moment in time, even though – the costume had taken at least a month to make.
Thankfully, her ‘fellow’ Wooloo came to her aid. The few that had crowded around to watch, moved in closer to the pair of Kaede and the currently from her point of view, the unknown girl. With a mighty push, Kaede rolled over onto her side. “Woah! Not so, not so… not so fast. Okay?” At least now, she was able to slowly raise herself up into a sitting position.
“Phew, that wasn’t so fun. But glad, it’s all over now,” Kaede said, straightening the sheep-like hood topped upon her head. “Um, right,” she said, her cheeks flushing red as she caught sight of the girl watching her so intently. “My name is Kaede. Kaede Mochizuki. Nice to meet you,” she said, turning her eyes away from the girls. “I’m sorry about the inconvenience there.”
Kaede bowed her head in apology and almost fell back to the ground to eat dirt, once more.
[attr="class","illie b"]she's attempting to keep her distance, dark eyes observing the way the girl's legs flail about. the last thing either of them want is to injure the other while attempting to free the girl from the bush, right? confirmation of nothing being caught is all she needs to push herself into helping, however. her head bobs in a nod of understanding and she's reaching again, a little less sheepish than before. "okay," she offers quietly as her eyes flicker between the leaves of the bush and the wool itself. really, it does look pretty heavy... how did she manage to wear it all the way here? perhaps she lives close by? "here, let me try to push." will pushing even help? or should she tug?
by now, both deus and the flock of wooloo have made their way over to the bushes, rumbles and bleats of curiosity mingling in the air around them. a desperate look is directed in the automaton's direction when illeana can't decide where to begin. maybe the golem could just pluck her right out of the bushes? ah, but what if the costume manages to snag as they pull? ugh, so many options.
and then, the girl is giving her an order, a decision to follow suit with, and her attention is pulled back from her automaton in an instant. right, push! "okay, here goes," she murmurs. her hands rise and while her intentions are in the right place, it seems the wooloo are quicker with decisions than the scientist. they take the lead, shoving their heads toward the girl out of pure curiosity and it's all the help the girl needs to right herself. illeana's attempt comes toward the end, assisting with the final act of rolling until the girl is upright and no longer completely stuck. and then, the sheep are bleating louder, almost as if they're cheering. the dark haired woman's delighted laughter mingles in with the sounds.
"i'm glad you're okay," she chirps, hands returning to her sides as a smile curls at her lips. and then, a thought occurs and she's voicing it before her mind can decide it might not be such a good idea. "would you like my golurk to pull you out?" deus rumbles beside her, a happy noise brought about by the notion of helping the fluffy girl. it seems, however, that the girl doesn't need much assistance as she pulls herself into a sitting position. her movement is met with the widening of a smile and a gentle hand extended in greeting. "it's nice to meet you, too, kaede!" she replies. "i'm illeana reyes." the girl's eyes retreat from her own with the next set of words that escape her but illeana is quick to offer rebuttal, quick to deny any sort of inconvenience. "no worries! i'm just glad you're alright," she smiles.
the bow is met with reddening cheeks at first before kaede almost topples over again and she's stepping forward with outstretched hands. "careful," she squeaks. "your costume seems to really like the concept of gravity, huh?" an awkward giggle escapes illeana, then, and she's flashing another smile in kaede's direction. "did you make it yourself?" such dedication must have gone into it. the woman can't help but admire such a thing, really. it's impressive, something not everyone could say they have. well, dedication and a ton of talent. both of which show themselves in the fluffy white wool, even if the mud is trying to beckon the costume closer. illeana wants to ask more questions, ask everything she can about the piece of fabric, but instead she settles upon glancing down at the costume once more as if she can picture the process in her mind. perhaps when they get to work, she can inquire more...