It was rather daunting in prospect that their greatest surprise came from the shadows rather than the light. Brynn, and not even Bell, had realised they were no longer alone upon this final slope until they'd quite literally jumped out in front of them. The Ponyta pranced backwards, surprisingly nimble despite the rocky terrain while the violet-haired woman actually startled rather badly, enough to lose her footing and smack into the ground with a sharp yelp; she'd end up clinging to a nearby rock to not slide down any further. Even with the full moon out like this she had a hard time identifying the pokémon before her, and only stared at them in shock, like a deer would when looking into the headlights of an oncoming car. Not seeing any kind of trainer present in the vicinity made her suspect the worst, prompting her to quickly jump back onto her feet.

As far as quickly went without making it look like a rather clumsy endeavor. The Galarian Ponyta helped her owner stay upright, but did not seem to share her dread in the slightest, tilting its head curiously towards the threesome of small critters before them. In almost perfect unison the Spiritomb suddenly chimed in when the climber's focus was fully on the three smaller ones. Bell hopped away with a startled neigh, and with it Brynnhildr's balance too disappeared, the woman valiantly trying to stay upright; seemingly much to the delight of the three smaller pokémon before her, who seemed ready to jump her and her partner once more. For real, this time. "No! Don't you even dare-!" Brynn warned them, not quite expecting it to work. But attempts were made.



~Full Moon

Violet Fairbanks

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The silhouette of Meteor Falls loomed in the horizon, the mountains encompassing the almost mythical location in all its glory. Route 114 slithering throughout these mountains to connect Fallarbor Town with the most-coveted place; even though its path was a ruthless one not many dared treading without proper preparation. Or at least, that's what people had been telling the Unovan business woman as she'd made her wish known to traverse the mountains and its route. And despite their many advices Brynn had still gone up there, with her partner Bell happily trotting along, the Galarian Ponyta enjoying the way its hooves echoed through the rocky terrain.

Night had been steadily falling, only inches of sunlight peeking over the horizon while a radiant full moon and its accompanying stars had already taken over most of the darkening sky. The violet-haired woman realised how lucky she was with the clear weather and the moon out; because it made her able to continue onward in search for a good resting spot without the need of extra light… for the time being, at least. Her reasons for being here at this time of day too were but trivial ones; she just wanted to see the stars. A 'stupid' hobby she'd been fond of ever since her childhood, way before her focus shifted to academics. And her favorite stars were part of a cluster. A specific type of cluster consisting of constellations that only aligned themselves once or twice every year, and were incredibly tricky to spot from Unova, let alone when one was living in a city as bright as Castelia.

So now the chance had arisen for her to entertain the pure nostalgia of this phenomenon and watch this cluster once more, she'd grown extremely headstrong on the matter. Unprepared yet uncaring, she'd ascended with quite literally the bare minimum present in her satchel; not that she was planning on staying up here any longer than this one night, it was still a rather foolish thing to do. In a few hours however the constellations would perform a feat only they were capable of doing; their stars would align in such a way that they'd create a most spectacular view. And that… that was definitely worth it. "C'me on, Bell, just a little bit further! I bet the view will be great from up there!" she'd encourage the small horse. Her legs had been killing her for the last hour or so, and she was dying to reach their destination so she too could get some respite. It'd be too bad if she were to pass out from cheer fatigue and miss out on the spectacle.


~Nostalgia

Violet Fairbanks

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"Naturally."

It made the woman chuckle as she looked at the blonde, gently shaking her head before her eyes moved back to the rocking pokéball. "Not that much of a talker, huh?" she asked, not quite expecting a reply to that one. Her smile lingered as the capturing device finally stopped moving, giving its signature ping noise to indicate the capture was a success. Brynn walked over, Bell following her curiously to go and check out their newest addition to the team with her. Although unplanned, she'd never say no to an extra pair of helping paws… if only she knew what this little tyke's species was. She didn't quite have any means of registration or identification at the ready, unlike many of the younger generations with their pokédex. Although…

Brynn turned to face the blonde anew and got a bit closer. "Apologies if this is a rude request, but might you perchance have any idea what kind of pokémon this is? Or any means of identifying it? I'll compensate you for it if necessary!" She offered, rather wishing to impose on someone for the necessary information than to head out into the unknown without. But that too brought a different issue to light; if she were to ask such things, perhaps an introduction was in order. "Ah, where are my manners! Brynnhildr Erling, from Unova, but currently here for… business." She'd extend her hand in greeting, casually going over the soft falter at the reason of her being here.

samuel carter

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Well, she'd only accidentally stumbled upon a group of people setting out to go into the fields, not quite aware there'd been rather pressing issues with odd sightings and even stranger phenomenons happening within the many farming communities Hoenn was rich. Verdanturf had its fair share of corn and wheat fields, and although she'd seen some of the strange patterns within said fields she'd thought of them as nothing more than art-- purposely put there for said reason. Alas for her she'd not realised the error of her ways until moments earlier, where a zigzagoon with a rather nasty wound had scurried away from her as she tried to reach out for it, leaving her in the dust as it limped out of sight.

It was surprising to see how fast they were regardless of its injuries, which probably meant it was only superficial… or so she hoped. Maybe next time she'd try to treat it properly instead of allowing it to run off like that. More importantly however was to find out what exactly had done such a thing to the poor Zigzagoon… and whether it would pose a threat to her as well. Carefully Brynn reached for one of her pokéballs, letting her Joltik out of its container. The small yellow spider immediately scuffled up her side to hide underneath her hair and settle on her shoulder, making soft noises as it cuddled into her neck. Although the spider pokémon was all but a match if it came to battles, its precision and accuracy with webs made it a valuable ally in many other cases.

"Alright, Ari, I want you to be on the look-out for---" Rustling sounds on her right side made the Unovan shut up almost instantly, tensing up completely as she slowly turned towards it. Disturbing sounds in the middle of a corn field… what could possibly go wrong, except everything?

Signs [M][AA] || Killian Decker

samuel carter

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Hoenn still held many surprises for the Unovan, who's highest peaks had been the skyscrapers of the city she spent most her life in. And although Castelia's skyline had its own charm, the constant variety Hoenn had been exposing her to downright baffled her, actually having made her enjoy her time off-- however much she hated doing nothing. Likewise just sitting still even when she had nothing to do made the woman fidgety, prompting her to take up yet another stroll on the nearby routes rather than hanging around the cities itself. And with Mt. Pyre looming in the distance, she felt all the more drawn to explore the area around it.

Having her notebook handy Brynn had been recording everything of informational value, somehow capable of writing down whatever she wished without bumping into anything, somehow forgoing the need to even look up. Curious skill, but it left her with all the time needed to document the peculiars of this road. Though with no pokémon currently out and about, the violet-haired one soon enough would find herself straying from the main road, blindly dodging trees, branches, roots, and shrubbery until she ended up somewhere a lot less known by the time she actually looked up from the small booklet. Eyes shifted left and right, Brynn turning around again to try and backtrack any possible path she could've taken to end up… well, wherever "here" was. The only thing she did recognise was the giant mountain looming in the distance. A soft hiss followed as ran a hand through her hair, slamming the small booklet shut.

"Well this is inconvenient…. shit."

Martín del Mar

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"It… looks like it? Although I wasn't quite intending on it to happen; well, not during a morning stroll, and certainly not in this way. Like, at all." Brynnhildr admitted, instinctively reaching for a small notepad she normally carried with her, only to grab into the emptiness that now adorned her belt. Probably left it in her hotel room… well, that was too bad, just meant she'd be having to memorize all its silly behavior instead for now. Although… well, she had to admit it was surprisingly cute to see the little fluff-bear be so cheerful about being able to play with the pokéball so wildly as well. It was the first time she'd seen such behavior for herself, although she had heard others tell about phenomenons just like this happening. Brynn had just thought it a hoax. Until now, that is.

After a few more playful prances the Stufful smacked its head against the small dot, initiating the mechanism and the small red light engulfing it before its entire form disappeared within the now rocking ball. It left the Unovan in anticipation of the outcome, even though either would be more than fine. If it joined the team however, Brynn would have to start researching about the little tyke.

~ CATCHING STUFFUL ~

samuel carter

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Oh how bold could she have been if she'd just strutted into the field, towards the man and his downright enormous Houndoom. Bold and stupid, mayhaps, because even from this distance they looked rather intimidating, the a point that even the Unovan needed a moment to reassess the situation after being completelt bewildered by the sudden sight. Brynnhildr was bold enough to do it, but not stupid enough to actually go and try. She valued her life a tad bit more than that.

The only thing she was certain of was the fact that this trainer had apparently been amicable enough to help the farmer out; and she fully well understood why he was the right person for the job. It actually made her wonder whether she was even needed for this job… Brynn could feel the small Galarian Ponyta at her feet tremble as it stared at the giant Houndoom, though she had to admit she wasn't certain whether this was due to fear or excitement. Bell had quite a few strange quirks like that; his curiosity would always reign victorious over his common sense. Yet today she was glad Bell didn't just bolt off like he'd otherwise do to go see what was up.

Well, either way. Guess this would be her partner for the job? Time to woman up, swallow that lump and get to it! "Uhm, excuse me? Are you the one the farmer mentioned would be helping with the Wooloo flock today?" Brynn asked carefully, regarding the scarred man from a still polite distance. It never hurt being too cautious when this many predatory canines were involved.

samuel carter

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