She really didn't catch the insult, huh? Whatever, at least she was wearing a helmet. With the girl securely in place, Rally revved the engine. Smoke poured out from the exhaust, and it formed a small trail as they zoomed right out of town.

They were going really, really fast; about 70 miles per hour. The engine let out a loud groan as they roared down the street and down Route 21. Rally, being the skilled driver that he was, deftly swerved out of the way of an oncoming "SPEED LIMIT 25 SIGN," and put the pedal to the metal for more speed.

With how loud the engine was, he'd hopefully never have to listen to Andrea talk, even if she blathered on about... dinosaurs, or whatever made-up garbage furries talked about.

Was there music playing in the background somewhere? Rally shock his head, letting the idea slip out of his brain in the process. He had to deal wit the girl her gross overestimation of distance. And her nonsense about drivers' licenses.

"We don't need a car, or a license."

As a matter of fact though, Rally did have some transportation. He lead her down the block, towards a a wall. There, parked against the side of a building, was a shining red motorcycle. He walked over, lifted it into a standing position, and picked up a red helmet that was left on the seat.

"Here," he said to her, tossing the helmet to Andrea. "Don't want you getting any brain damage. I don't think you could spare the brain cells."


You didn't need a license to ride a motorcycle, right?

Hmm. Was it a good idea to trust this strange woman's Pokemon with the delivery? On the one hand, it was Andrea's Pokemon. On the other hand, it just saved its trainer's life from licking up poison.

Rally nodded, then lifted the case up to the Pokemon. "Thanks. Be careful with it."

Of course, while Rally was curt, Nova was not. The Pokemon may have missed out on being licked, but it still hung around the girl. It floated around her head in a circle, almost baiting her to play with it. Andrea made a friend!


Rally started heading towards the exit. "If we hurry up, we can get there in thirty minutes."

Oh great, he was dealing with a freak.

"Rally."

Rally didn't bother to say much, shake her hand, or even ask a question about her... everything. She must have been a decent trainer, if she had a Dragonite, of all things. But he wasn't going to take some kid in her pajamas seriously.

His Gastly, however, woke up and greeted them with a smile. It floated up to the girl and her Dragonite, then motioned to give them each a lick across their faces. If they didn't want a friendly Lick, they'd better move out of the way real soon.

Rally looked toward the nearest way out of the city. "Let's get going."

Rally carried an egg in a long, protective incubator. It really clashed with his stern, almost grumpy image. But if he successfully delivered this egg to a couple just outside of Fortree, then he'd make a decent amount of money. Money he seriously needed, because the zoo was in the red. 

Beside him was his Gastly, Nova. The Pokemon sat on his shoulder like a pirate's Chatot. Only this time, it was quietly snoring away. Seems as through the Pokemon genuinely fell asleep while sitting on its trainer. Rally was more surprised that a Gastly could even sit in the first place.

Now, where was the other employee? He was supposed to meet someone and walk with them to the couples' house. Guess he'd have to keep a lookout for someone carrying around an egg.

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Part of Eggs in One Basket (EE)

With Andrea Vaneau

Pretty rude to ask someone about their finances. But the man had a point; no one would expect a regular person to afford this place and its technology, even if the area wasn't good. Much less someone who was still in their twenties. Rally had sunk pretty much all of his inheritance into buying and renovating this place. He could afford it, but just barely, and only because of an unplanned windfall of money.

Luckily, Psyduck interrupted them. The Pokemon was happy to play in the grass. But maybe it would be even happier to play with toys? Nova opened its mouth, and a small, air-filled rubber ball rolled off of its tongue. It landed on the ground with a gentle thunk. It also had a bit of ghostly saliva on it, but surely a Water type wouldn't mind?

The daddy comments made Rally blush a bit. Luckily for him, he had the perfect cover: turning his head slightly to look at a nearby tree. But the distraction did give him some time to listen in on the man's words and really take in what he was saying. And now, with a clearer picture of the man, he had an idea of who he was.

"... Spyro?" the man guessed.

While Rally's mother hadn't heard of Spyro, but he certainly had. In fact, he had planned one of his possible Contest performances around one of his later songs. Spyro really looked like that? He was so used to seeing old pictures of him online, when he was younger. A lot younger. This was... this was... It was pretty surprising, actually. Good for this guy, not blowing out with age.

"I might have heard your songs, a couple times. Didn't know you lived in Hoenn, though. But why the hell would someone like you want to come here? It's a dump."

Rally Jackson'S INFAMY FILE

PUBLIC KNOWLEDGE X PRIVATE KNOWLEDGE

INTRODUCTORY BLURB

SUBTITLE - QUOTE - LYRIC

Ronaldo Jackson is the owner of Paradise Park, a Pokemon zoo. 

PUBLIC KNOWLEDGE

WHAT CAN BE LOOKED UP

• Rally plans on completing the Pokedex.
• Information about his Pokemon, such as their names, genders and personality traits, can be found on the Park's website.
• He keeps his Gastly, Nova, outside of its PokeBall while travelling.

LEAGUE KNOWLEDGE

POINTS OF INTEREST FOR THE LEAGUE FACTION

...

ROCKET KNOWLEDGE

POINTS OF INTEREST FOR TEAM ROCKET FACTION

...

PRIVATE KNOWLEDGE

PERSONAL SECRETS

• Rally is bisexual; something he keeps very secret, out of fear that it could damage his business' reputation.
• He loves Contests, but feels that taking part would make him look bad.
• Rally inherited his money from his parents, after they died five years ago. He's sunk everything he's had into making Paradise Park.

CJ would find something long, wet and warm on their shoulder. A slithering, oversized tongue had dropped down and attempted to lick its new friend. Thankfully, this wasn't a weird person. Instead, it was a weird Pokemon: a Gastly. It let out a mischievous "Gegegege" for a giggle.

This was followed by the sound of footsteps. A man ran up to them, panting and looking rather exasperated. He held out a PokeBall and aimed it at the Pokemon. It fired a red light to return the Pokemon; it wasn't quick enough, for the Ghost Pokemon vanished before it could even reach him.

Rally let out grumble of annoyance. Guess he'd be apologizing to another person this week. "Sorry. Guess my Gastly bothered you, too?"

Rally didn't respond to the mention of Orre. But when he walked with the man, he let himself slip a small, quick smile for no one else to see. He has memories of Orre, as a matter of fact. He even planned on moving there, since a zoo would have been way more attractive in a barren region. Sadly though, the deal fell through for... varying reasons.

As they walked toward the edge of the walkway, Rally listened to the man's words. Yes, he did take the man's comments poorly. But he tried his best not to let it show in his expressions or voice. "I've only caught two Pokemon so far. I've only been in Hoenn for about a week, so I haven't had a lot of time to catch more. Give it a little time, and I should have a lot more by next week."

Rally pulled out a white card from his pocket, then pressed it up against a small panel on the failings. A section of the railings would disappear, and a platform would slide out from a slot on the exhibit side of the walkway. An elevator they could take down to the grass.

Waiting at the bottom was Nova, the Gastly. It was eager to play with the new Pokemon. Perhaps it was unaware of how frightful it was do the young Psyduck. Or, just as likely, it was aware of how scared it was. Either way, this ghastly ghoul knew it was going to have a lot of fun with its new friend.

All the while, Rally listened to the man's story. It was a cute story, how he met his Psyduck. "That's pretty sweet. So you're like a daddy - a dad, to it?"

Damn Froakian slips. Though now that they were vaguely on the subject of appearances, there was something familiar about the man's voice. Was it the cadence, or the confidence?

"You a retired trainer, or something, mister...?" He didn't get the man's name yet. Whoops. "Maybe I've seen you battle before."

The man was right to notice the habitats. "Galar stadium tech. It keeps even the temperature from hitting the guests."

It was pretty expensive, too. In fact, it cost more to set it up, than to buy the property itself. A lot of the infrastructure already existed, rumored to be from someone's previous attempt at making their own Safari Zone. Flopped hard, flopped horribly. But lightning doesn't strike twice, right?

Back to the dolls, though. Just as the man spoke the word 'Baltoy,' a small figure would appear at the top of the shelf. While much cruder than the other dolls, it was distinctly human-shaped. It actually looked a bit like Spyro, himself.

Rally nodded at this. "I can't give the full details just yet. But Clay uses mud it created itself, and shapes it with its powers."

He neglected to mention that he was saving the details for a Contest performance. He had no intentions of letting the man, or anyone, knew about his interest in performances; they just seemed too... feminine, for his tastes. And flamboyant. Should anyone find out about them, it'd be hard for people to take him and his zoo seriously.

"Alright," Rally went on. "You have a couple choices on where to go. You can battle against either of the zoo Pokemon, or you can get something to eat at the cafe, or you can let your Psyduck run around and play in the exhibits. Up to you, man."

The man was surprisingly generous. Rally was taken aback by it. But before he could respond, a Gastly materialized before him. His starter Pokemon would extend its tongue out and collect any money the man had to offer.

Well, guess that's as good a time as any to start the tour. "And this is my Gastly, Nova. He's one of two Pokemon in the Park. He also helps me run the cafe."

With that said, Rally would begin to lead the man and his duck through the gate and into the park. Immediately, they would be greeted by a sea of trees, rising up from the ground and reaching the walkway. Should one look below, they would see green grass and luscious meadows - perhaps too luscious for a tropical region like Hoenn, likely due to temperature controls.

Right near the entrance was a small, green stall with several shelves. Clay dolls in the shape of Baltoy and Gastly would await them. 

"These are some dolls, made by my Baltoy," Rally would explain. "It costs no money to make them, and they're easy to make. Children and young Pokemon can get a doll of their choice for free. Would your Psyduck like one?"

Rally tied some of his hair back into a small ponytail. It wasn't really his style, but it would help clean up his look. And not a moment too soon, because a customer was...

built like a house. He was an older man, and pretty handsome. He was well-dressed, which added another layer of appeal. And the cherry on top, he was walking with a Pokemon of his own - Psyduck, a Pokemon found in his home region of Unova.

Rally let out an internal sigh. He wasn't going to make a habit out of this. But since this was his first guest and he seemed pretty interesting...

"Welcome to Paradise Park," he told the man. "You're our first guest. How about I waive the entry fee as, like, a celebration. _{Or something}."