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"it feels like it's been centuries since i was here last."

the girl gently set down a mixed basket of pecha and oran berries before a modestly-sized stone shrine of celebi. the small altar was located at fortree's 'border', comfortably nestled between a plethora of trees and shrubbery that concealed it from view. it was an area that was rarely ever visited by a vast majority of the city's populace, and was considered a perfect location for worship and self-reflection by her family and friends.

"here - each of you will be given one fruit."

her grass-types would be given a single berry of their very own, the pokemon comfortably situated around the statue and curiously observing their mistress as she handed out the sweet fruits. she was garbed in a powder blue dress that flowed gently with each step she took - a circle of green nestled around her neck and a crown of leaves situated a top her head.

"after we give thanks to celebi and the spirits whom reside here, we may eat," she instructed. "but only after, alright?"

her companions simply nodded or murmured their understanding, accepting their berry and watching as she continued onward with what appeared to be a ceremony of some kind. she hummed a song, her remarkably peaceful look one composed of a lax body and the slight curve of painted lips.

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A melody not so far off would flow into the ears of those that cared to give it a listen, the voice of a man coming closer and closer as hums accompanied it. The lyrics would soon come into hearing range, the upbeat melody heard clearer as it did.
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“O..r the… tre...ps and mo…..s! Over the …..ened ravens! And softly it falls by a house near a stream, and over the garden wall-”
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Emerging from the brush, the familiar (and handsome) face of Kim would sprout forth, his teddiursa in both hands raised over his head as he held the note. Joining him holding their own notes would be a skitty and a flaaffy, each at his side. He would continue as he let the teddiursa down gently, rubbing his nose onto the cubs.
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“-To theeeee.”
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With one last breath, the lavender hair man would turn towards the group that had gathered around, quickly holding the teddiursa under his arms like a sack of potatoes. His cheeks flushing slightly as he cleared his throat.
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“F-fancy seeing you here, didn’t mean to interrupt you… please continue.”
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The original intent of him coming out here was to find a quiet place to get some rest, somewhere away from the city and work. But after walking in silence with his pillow, sleep inducer, and cuddle buddy, he felt it necessary to break out into song.
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He was lost in the music, his mind set on not letting their beautiful moment of synchronization between trainer and pokemon go to waste. It was only when he finished that he snapped back to reality, and into a rather embarrassing situation at that. Maybe he could shimmy his way out of this semi-embarrassing situation.

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POSTED ON Oct 30, 2018 18:12:56 GMT

"kim?"

she had only just crouched down, having moved to retrieve a violin that she had borrowed from her father. after a moment spent of simply staring at the man she tittered softly, beckoning him and his companions to join her little group.

"come over - join us!"

she completed the simple task of picking up the instrument, with the fiddle in one hand and the bow in another. the girl dipped her head in polite greeting to the man, her pokemon mirroring the simple action.

"that was a nice little song you were singing," she said. "i think... i've heard it before? when i was younger, maybe?"

cait pursed her lips, attempting to retrieve the melody from the depths of her memory. after a moment, she played a lovely little tune with her instrument which held some resemblance to the song he had been singing.

"i forgot the lyrics," she said, pausing in her playing for a moment to peer at him with her distinctively bright-eyed stare. "can you sing it again? it'll help me remember."

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POSTED ON Oct 30, 2018 20:33:02 GMT

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His eyes would dim over, a chill running up his spine at her request. It was already embarrassing as is to be heard singing, and for her to ask something like that, his heart nearly stopped.
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He’d swallow hard, taking a step backwards, his voice once full of life struggling to come out as his vocal cords tightened.
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“Th-That’s a tall order that I don’t think I can fulfill. It’s nice of you to conveniently have a violin and all but that was a one time thing that you shouldn’t’ve heard in the first place.”
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A cold sweat would run down his forehead, the crimson of his cheeks forcing the tan to subside in favor of it. This was a horrible way to make a second impression.

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POSTED ON Oct 30, 2018 20:48:38 GMT

she pouted, her disappointment obvious.

"that is a shame."

after a moment, she shrugged, deciding against pressuring the male. instead, she played another experimental little tune, looking to her companions before resettling her gaze upon him.

"we were about to give thanks," she said. "and i usually enjoy doing it through song. it's a form of offering to the gods and the spirits of the forest."

yet another practiced piece of music was played by the woman.

"typically, people burn or sacrifice their offerings to their respective gods; but my people don't believe in the common practice of wasting nature's bounty."

cait continued to move as she spoke, the green-haired girl swaying back and forth as she produced something with a solid rhythm.

"you're still free to join us if you like, kim. you and your pokemon can take a fruit from the basket and make yourselves comfortable before i start. you don't really need to partake - and you're not expected to do anything - just relax and enjoy a sweet treat."

she gestured with her instrumental bow toward the basket that was still filled with a few of the fruits.

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POSTED ON Oct 30, 2018 22:57:24 GMT

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His body would untense as she gave up, a feeling of guilt washing over him in the process. It was good that he didn’t have to sing, but the explanation that followed almost made him want to give in. Almost.
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He was about ready to turn tail and get out of there as soon as he could, but his pokemon had other plans. The skitty and teddiursa quick to make their way over to the treats offered to them and the flaaffy would slowly walk over and make herself comfortable next to the nearest pokemon, Cait’s tropius.
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Amber eyes would squint at the pokemon welcoming themselves so easily, the thought of leaving them behind crossing his mind for the briefest of moments before he leaned against a tree with his arms crossed, giving a resigned sigh.
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“I guess we’re staying then…”
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“When you finish I have a few questions to ask you about this. For now, I will interrupt no further. ”
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The melody she played put him a little more at ease, part of him impressed at her skill on the strings, and another still occupied with the thought of her seeming him act in such a way as before.

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POSTED ON Oct 30, 2018 23:35:51 GMT

[ morning sky ]

"dreaming of the stars on high - that speak to me in secret sighs. drifting on a breeze -
only I can feel... and hear."

the woman continued to move, each action taken by the cadet slow and purposeful as she circled the idol that her family had worshiped for roughly several generations. she made sure her volume was loud and rose above the music that she created by making use of her violin - her words clear as she added emphasis to each and every word that slipped past her painted lips. her pokemon watched on whilst remaining a respectable silence, intrigued as their mistress began to move a little bit faster as the tempo gradually increased; the woman dancing and singing and playing all at once.

"deep inside so silently my heart will speak - weeping silently - memories flickering and shimmering on - endlessly."

such a song was one favored by her particular line; her mother and her mother before that having sung it many times over. and, in a far more traditional setting that involved a proper gathering, others would bring along their own instruments to add to it whilst bringing about a sense of togetherness. but cait managed just as well on her own, her effort showing with each well-practiced step.

"bell!"

"pumpka!"

it wouldn't be entirely long before her pumpkaboo and bellossom stood to join their mistress, making a rather good attempt at matching her movements as they followed her lead. cait allowed for them to do so, and would smile encouragingly as they partook in the dance.

"moving on the endless sky up so high - tomorrow - will follow any route your promise is today - just wait and see."

the song would come to its end, and the girl would be situated at the very front of the statue before executing a precise bow before it.

"and so the offering has been given to those whom steadfastly watch over us - may we enjoy this day - this moment - and many more like it."

after uttering the simple prayer she gestured to those whom were gathered.

"you are now free to enjoy your fruit."

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POSTED ON Oct 31, 2018 3:08:20 GMT

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Her movements were enchanting and his eyes would not leave her for a second. It was amazing how she moved, her dress freely flowing as her arms held tightly to her instrument, one moving gracefully and in sync with the notes they strum out.
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The music she played begin to fade as he focused on her with a semi-serious look in his eyes. Had he left he would not be able to bear witness to the marvel of his junior playing in such a whimsical way. He was happy he stayed.
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His hand would move to cover the smile that stained his face, her finishing words giving the pokemon who had only stayed to eat the go-ahead to do so, the skitty and teddiursa quickly devouring their portions.
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Kim on the other hand, was unsure whether to clap or keep his silence and give an approving nod. He would instead opt to push off the tree and make his way forward with his arms still crossed the smile he once hid remaining on his face.
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“That kind of caught me off guard, if I were to be honest. He'd chuckle, quickly giving an offhanded wave. “Not that it wasn’t good or anything, it was beautiful, I think you were great, amazing even.” Adjusting his position he would move into a more comfortable standing position, speaking with a calm tone. “Do you do this all the time or is it just for special occasions?”

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"thank you."

she was positively beaming in reaction to his praise, the woman beyond pleased that she had preformed adequately enough on her own.

"it took me a few years to manage this alone, in all honesty."

she had been positively abysmal at her first attempt at playing an instrument whilst balancing the tasks of singing and dancing. it had required a fair amount of discipline and practice on her part before she fostered a talent for preforming in such a way.

"and - ah - no, i don't. it's a once every few months kinda thing. it's meant to aid in purifying the spirit and clearing the mind."

cait supposed such talk would sound quite odd to anyone who was unfamiliar with her religion and the hefty amount of tradition involved with their acts of worship.

"i also wanted to do this before things became a bit too... hectic."

she feared she would ruin the mood by mentioning the war that would likely take them away from their homes - their friends - and their families.

"exegg."

a pecha was levitated before her, her exeggutor having wielded his psychic abilities to offer her the tender fruit.

"thank you, boys," she said, her smile now returning in full.

cait took a decently-sized bite, chewed slowly and swallowed it down before speaking again.

"out here on business, kim?"

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“Did the singing at full volume give it away?”
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A chuckle would once again escape his closed mouth, his hands dropping to rest on his hips.
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“Afraid not Miss Cait. I just came out here to get a nap in before I got back to work.”
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One hand would go to sheepishly scratch the back of his head. He’d been doing a lot lately in terms of being an officer, and didn’t exactly have much time to just relax, whether it be at home or otherwise. He doesn’t even remember the last time he had an off day. Really, he was coming out here to have an excuse for not answering his phone, being placed out in the wilds didn’t guarantee good reception after all. Plus, he could come up with something like helping some pokemon or some junk if any higher ups asked why he didn’t pick up.
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“I’m glad I ran into you though, I haven’t had a proper conversation with someone in ever, it’s been all business recently.
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Shooting his gaze around quickly, he would take a few steps back when he found a good place to sit and promptly plop down onto the green below. A few seconds of getting his seated position just right and he would nod, patting the ground next to him for her to join him on.
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“Lets chat.” He’d say in a light tone, the expression on his face cheerful and calm as he spoke.

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POSTED ON Nov 1, 2018 16:02:50 GMT

"chat, hm?"

the woman's brows would raise high upon her forehead as she cocked her head to the side.

"well, i don't see why not."

she graciously accepted his invitation to indulge in a bit of light conversation, having already situated herself comfortably by his side. her posture was lax, and she lifted her arms slightly as her pumpkaboo moved to situate herself comfortably upon her mistress's lap.

"did you enjoy your berry, baby girl?"

her pokemon released a noise akin to a purr as cait's fingers gently massaged the ghost-type's head.

"is there anything you wanted to discuss," she asked. "i'm sure you're already bored to death of talk about the league and rocket."

and indeed cait had no desire to bore the man - or even potentially offend him since their previous conversation had ended abruptly with kim having dismissed himself.

'perhaps we should try for something considered... safe.'

"my team's been coming along quite nicely, as you can see."

she gestured to her companions, whom were in the midst of socializing with one another.

"most were acquired through trade, but they're actually pretty easy to work with."

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Having idle chitchat with another seemed like a foreign language to him after having to give fast replies to others with no time to lose by holding a conversation. So for her to take the lead like she did struck a chord in his heart. It rehumanized him.
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“... Are you getting along well with them? The most important thing in your team has to be the ability to get along with one another.”
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Which was true for the most part. If there was no synchronization then a trainer and their pokemon were as good as a rookie with a wild pokemon. Ah, but he didn’t want to get on her case about that kind if thing, besides, it looked like they got along quite well.
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“Seeing your pumpkaboo like that brings me back. When we were younger my gothorita, she was a gothita then, would do the same thing. Sit on my lap, let me play with her bows, cute stuff like that. But nows shes a moody teenager and doesn’t even like me giving her a hair ruffle.
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His voice took a woe-is-me tone as he spoke, an expression just as comically exasperated spotlighting his face.
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“I’m lucky to not have evolved my teddiursa, he needs to stay pure for as long as possible.”
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Meanwhile the cub would start befriending the rookies pokemon, its cheerful disposition at full force with it being around so many potential friends.
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“But, I didn’t want to talk about me until I've heard a bit about you. So, tell me a bit about yourself. Hobbies, favorite foods, y’know, stuff you would tell someone that they might find interesting.”
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Half opened eyes would vigilantly watch her in wait for a response, hoping to hear something to bounce off on.

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"'interesting.'"

she tapped her chin in an almost absent sort of way, mulling over what she could potentially share about herself that would capture his interest.

'maybe...?'

"several generations back, my family migrated from johto to - well - here."

the girl gestured toward the aged but well taken care of statue that had served as the centerpiece for her own personal ceremony. she looked upon it with a warmth that seeped into her gaze and positively saturated her smile.

"we purchased property - that property being composed of mostly untouched wilds that bordered this city. we could have torn down the trees, cultivated crops and made a small fortune for ourselves - but we instead decided to preserve whatever we could."

she paused momentarily, her gaze having drifted toward her companions whom appeared to be getting along with kim's pokemon.

"the statue was one of the very first things we invested in."

her fingers gently brushed against the wood of her violin that she had set aside as she shared her history.

"my grandmother told me - "

"pumkabooo," her pokemon murmured.

the ghost-type had positioned herself to peer up at her mistress, a look of concern presently creasing her adorable features.

'oh, gods. i'm crying. like an idiot.'

cait reached up and rubbed her face to wipe away all evidence of her tears.

"sorry - for the history lesson. but this is apart of who i am - all of this - and i'm just..."

she sucked in a shaky breath and shut her eyes.

" - i'm so afraid that my family will lose everything they worked so hard for."

eventually, her smile would return after a moment of silence.

"but what's the point of crying when the milk has yet to spill," she said, chuckling. "my grandma use to say that to me when i fussed over the 'what if's'."

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