A PARK IN VERDANTURF has opened for those wishing to have a picnic under the spring blossoms. A local bakery brings in pastries for park-goers to try, while mini-games are held to celebrate the vernal vibrancy of the land.
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?
The storm had come out of nowhere. A vehement deluge which would have soaked the poor girl to the skin, if not for the safety of a nearby Pokémon Center. Elsie had run inside, with her hands over her head. Rain still beating off the straw hat perched upon her head, doing very little to protect her from the storm.
Fierce crackles of thunder shook the panes of glass which looked out onto the route beyond. As usual, the Pokémon Center was busy. Even more so than usual, as many, similarly to Elsie, had run for cover. The tiny girl was unseen by most, who were too busy drying themselves and their Pokémon off, talking in loud voices in huddled groups or otherwise watching the windows waiting for the storm to pass.
She fell into a window booth. A soft plush set of seats with a table stuck in-between. Elsie lay her straw hat down and began to rummage in her backpack for something to dry her hair with.
“Hmm, lemme see, lemme see...”
After a moment of rummaging, Elsie pulled from the depths, an old blanket. Along with it, fell a small wrapped box, which fell onto the table with a clatter. After wiping her hair, which now stuck up, wildly, like a bird’s nest. Her yellow eyes focused on the box.
“What’s that?” She wondered, out loud.
Although, no one was likely to hear her, over the din created by the other patrons. “Ah!”
It was that ‘phone’ thing that she had been given for emergencies, but had never used prior to her Grandfathers passing. She unwrapped it and held it up, a little confused. It had a lot of strange buttons and a small screen.
Hands shaking, she pressed a button. The phone burst into life. Elsie let out a little shriek of panic and fright. Not expecting the sound and vibration and threw it onto the opposite seat. The phone bounced and fell still and silent on the plush leather. The blanket fallen over the girl's head.