another flower to add to the garden! blythe's positively beaming when the roserade comes with her in the form of a Pokeball, and the bright color diffuses to the rest of her demeanor as she continues to walk through the meadow, only vaguely following after the boy who seems to know what he's doing. that's great for her—she's falling pretty short in the whole "knowing what you're doing" department.

luckily for her, flowers lie in one of her very few specialties. how exciting, then, that a floette should appear on a footpath beside her! though the boy rises into the sky with a particularly impressive display of power, blythe can't help but gush over the idea of having another florges for donmai to interact with eventually. the idea practically consumes blythe's whole being as she silently instructs florges to go distract the meandering floette with a mere nod of her head. what floette could resist the endless allure of flower power?

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Niky Racz
continuing the flower brigade march with a catch attempt on the floette <3

she forgets what she's here for entirely when she sits down. it completely slips her mind through the sieve that separates exciting things from boring things in her overtly hyperactive mind. who cares about doing a job when her new friend has brought food, pokemon, and smiles in spades?

it's hard not to laugh and smile when the noibat lands on her shoulder. though blythe's entire being seems akin to one giant bouncy house, she's now careful to still all her movements entirely to keep bass right where he is. she's starstruck when she turns her head fraction by fraction to draw the tiny pokemon entirely into her captivated gaze, galaxies bursting wherever she lays her eyes atop him. it distracts her entirely from the tantalizing aromas that waft so easily from the picnic box. her hand draws away from the food in favor of gently, carefully attempting to rub her finger up against the side of bass' face. "i'd just take you home if i could!" she enthuses in a quiet, breathy voice.

that's rude too, isn't it? blythe shakes her head—how social conventions vex her! she carefully retracts her hand from bass to seek the food ash is so inclined to share with her, all while diantha very carefully offers her mantis arm for bongo to shake.

she unearths a big, fluffy confection dusted with powdered sugar from the basket. there were more substantial meals inside, of course, but blythe seems to naturally gravitate towards the sweeter tastes in life, given how she looks with such rapturous excitement at the malasada she holds. she takes only a moment to draw in the image and implant it in her mind before opening her mouth and taking a big bite!

it takes only a second of chewing before her eyes go alight with incredible excitement.

"itsh shoooo good!" she enthuses from around a mouthful of delightful, guava-filled dessert, then immediately takes another bite. "how'd juu make shish?? incredible!!! sho yummy!!"

she immediately inhales the rest of the dessert, chewing with such contentment that she could likely lie down right there and die happily. she's even licking her fingers!

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Ashley Shepard

a ranger arrives on the scene. blond, a stoutland for a partner, calm to the point of recidivism. he's got himself under control even in the face of chaos such as this. almost immediately, blythe finds herself wishing she could claim fame to even half that amount of serenity.

it's wistful thinking, though. she can already feel her heart rising in her throat, the sting of tears in the corners of her eyes, panic from the blood running down her arms. how could she possibly compare to the way he immediately sends pokemon fleeing with just a roar from his stoutland's maw?

how tragic, then, that she must shake her head when he asks her a question. she's not even sure what that move is. she's so out of her depth that it's ridiculous!

"i'm sorry," she apologizes, almost compulsive in the way she dips and bows her head in stark reverence. "i, uh—i don't even know what to do here!"

as if on cue, the starly that donmai had sent away seconds before returns with a vengeance. it swoops down from the sky, air fluttering beneath its wings, and it descends to clasp its talons on the edge of the box of sacred bells that blythe clutches in her palms. soon thereafter, the officer is locked in a wretched tug of war between the starly and the box, which blythe clings to as if it's the only thing keeping her grounded. "no! you can't have that!" she scolds the starly as donmai's curling vines wrap around blythe's midsection to keep her grounded instead of in the air.

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Tam Fawley

greyson! and b—like the letter. the pink-haired officer smiles as she tucks these names into the back of her mind, absolutely charmed.

"i probably shouldn't," she smiles apologetically as she puts a hand up to deny another drink, but her glassy eyes keep fast on the combees buzzing form behind greyson's head. "b, you said? he the one making the honey?"

she leans forward on the table, genuinely enraptured. "how's it work? you gotta farm?"

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Greyson Connors

the clerk runs away amid the chaos, between razor-sharpened leaves, smoke, and fire. blythe can't help but smile, but her expression dawns too quickly. a loud moan of pain emanates from donmai, blythe's florges, as scizor leaps forth and strikes her in the torso with a heavy fist crusted over with steel. blythe's smile immediately fades into a mix of both concern and... anger. possibly the angriest she's ever felt. dual flames burn in her eyes as she sets her sights on the young, bleeding trainer whose leveraged this deep injustice against her, the clerk, and her hometown of oldale.

blythe looks down at her florges. she'll faint, that much is given. she's weak to scizor—it's a zero sum battle. the only thing blythe can imagine working in this situation is setting up a buff for the next pokemon the officer sends out, as no amount of leaves, vines, or winds will stand to penetrate the scizor's incredible defense.

so, face haloed by fire and flames, she gives the command. "wish."

florges' eyes narrow, nigh imperceptibly, before raising her head to sky. the moon and stars, obscured as they are by plumes of rising smoke, seem to twinkle in response as she bows. if anything, it will give blythe some time to ensure there's nobody else in the building as she lures closer and closer to the now burning store. her eyes peer through the broken storefront in search of any further victims.

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Priya Kosch

BLYTHE'S INFAMY FILE

PUBLIC KNOWLEDGE X PRIVATE KNOWLEDGE

INTRODUCTORY BLURB

tend your garden well. it will remember.

young woman with pink hair, blue eyes, and an outlook on the world akin to a bouncy house.

PUBLIC KNOWLEDGE

WHAT CAN BE LOOKED UP

she's a newly signed-on police cadet in slateport with roots in oldale. just as any of her old acquaintances would tell you, blythe seems keen on mentioning that she's an orphan. supposedly, as she would explain, her parents died, so she was given into the custody of her godfather, an old man named fylleman. she grew up in his greenhouse, and soon came to work in it with the partner she raised from a little sprout; her florges, donmai. one fateful day, however, inspired her to join the slateport police, a role she takes with the utmost solemnity... not without a smile, of course!

LEAGUE KNOWLEDGE

POINTS OF INTEREST FOR THE LEAGUE FACTION

blythe only joined the police after an unfortunate incident in oldale that involved a holdup, a high-speed chase, and another holdup that directly endangered both her and another officer. this didn't start her record off great. her record only got worse when her time in the academy was fraught with disciplinary action and a bunch of failure on her part. she stayed in the academy for nearly three more months than the average cadet, and her current record continues to tank. higher-ups are certainly beginning to question whether she's the right fit for this job. she's one infraction away from a desk job.

ROCKET KNOWLEDGE

POINTS OF INTEREST FOR TEAM ROCKET FACTION

there have been reports of a pink-haired cop with some sympathy for team rocket members. though bound to her duty, blythe is really only bound to her code, which entails kindness above all else, even if that means extending it to criminals and ne'er-do-wells. she believes good exists in everyone, and she will coax it out at any opportunity, even if it entails cooperating with the enemy. some team rocket members have identified this woman as a cop that can be easily manipulated and used for nefarious means.

PRIVATE KNOWLEDGE

PERSONAL SECRETS

blythe suspects she's not actually an orphan. a letter she found in fylleman's documents all but confirms this. aside from her work as a police officer, she's always searching for more information on her missing mother and father, wherever that trail might take her. as it turns out, that trail seems to repeatedly coincide with team rocket movements. how strange.

PURCHASING/REDEEMING

welcome to the poké mart!

1X gacha pull (50 PD)
1X pokeballs (20 PD)
3X level tutors (120 PD) (florges learning magical leaf to replace razor leaf, oricorio learning double slap to replace pound, and fomantis learning slash)

TOTAL

do come again!

190 PD

yeah, it's gruesome. doesn't blythe know it. she nods with a smile pressed up against her teeth, tight and trembling at the edges. she wants nothing more than to get out of here. "i dunno," she admits on the topic of similar cases. "i guess there would be documentation at the station or something? but... i'm only a cadet. i dunno if i have the clearance..."

at least kian's partner makes this trip marginally more tolerable. as the masquerain flutters from its pokeball in a flash of light, blythe's eyes immediately catch on the pattern emblazoned on its fluttering wings, and her smile loosens inch by wretched inch. she glances down, and her fomantis is also looking, leaning forward in her arms, teetering on the edge of disaster. what an incredible pokemon! is it also a detective? is it the master detective that kian is? against her better judgment, blythe's attention follows the little thing around the crime scene, watching even as kian directly addresses her.

"huh?" her head snaps back to the hero in this situation. she stares blankly for a moment longer before she recognizes that he's only paused in preparation for her response. she hesitates, lips trembling, before she seems to understand the question she's been asked. "oh! uh... i've like... not been in here a bunch. y'know, cuz... throwing up. and stuff." she laughs without mirth.

HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONK.

a loud, quite silly sound reverberates through the fly-infested crime scene as dewdrop disturbs a bloody clown nose, sending it to the ground. evidence? or... a bit?

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@kian

the halls are devoid of the suspect.

prior to her new career choice, blythe would heave a sigh of relief in response to this. alas, her vision of the situation has been modified, irrevocably changed under the fact that the safety of this entire ship now rests squarely on her shoulders... and the shoulders of the strange rocket man she now runs side-by-side with. how strange, blythe thinks to herself, that fate should come to pass like this. sworn enemies in ideology working together to secure the future's common good, something that, in many respects, both of their factions fight for with very different methods.

but intrigue runs deep. every burly security guard she compares to the jacket either seems woefully unfit for the article of clothing or far too fit. the suspect is still a mystery, and the mystery digs deep into her blood as both she and isaac draw near to the captain's quarters.

he fits his ear to the door. silence, he reports, as blythe steps back in an effort to take in the whole picture. red light therein, a sign askew above the door. her face falls as if comprehending a great, terrible truth about the universe.

"something already happened," she concludes breathily, face marred with terror for the future. "...but, when? are they still inside? are they waiting for us?"

there's only one way to find out. blythe pushes donmai in front of her, wary for battle.

"watch out," she whispers to isaac. "i'm gonna open the door."

she steels herself with one deep inhale. as her lungs inflate and she traps the air inside of her chest, she gives the order to donmai who, sharp as a whip, sends a long, snaking vine to wrap around the door knob, twist, and then push in, availing the dynamic duo of the state therein.

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Isaac Merlo

blythe's breath catches in her throat.

there's more than she thought. they're belligerent, incorrigible, stubborn. they have flamethrowers, smog, grimer, and the woman is still in the shop. with every second blythe spends in the smoke-filled street, she feels more and more out of her depth. is she really meant for this? for any of this? she's a country bumpkin playing cops and robbers, wearing a badge because it makes her feel better than she is, and her folly is possibly the only line between an innocent life and genuine destruction. what can she possibly do?

she glances over her shoulder at priya, searching. then her face steels.

she has to do something, regardless of what happens. she doesn't know if she has the firepower to back any of her bravado up, but she's gotta try.

though donmai cringes at the fire burning away her vine, she looks to blythe for guidance, and blythe gives it with a firm, determined nod of her head. "razor leaf, please," she whispers, hoping desperately that such use of force is what's needed in this situation and not an oversight. donmai nods, recovering from her injury with a regal nod of her head, and leaves transiently levitate around her head. a second passes where they hang in the air, a pregnant pause of tension, before unleashing.

hopefully, this is enough deterrent. and hopefully, it will wipe away the smog as well, as blythe bravely begins her descent into the raided store.

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Priya Kosch

she laughs, albeit tremblingly. he's right—her landing could use some work. nonetheless, she takes the offered hand with a grateful nod. "thank you!" she chirps, though her blue eyes briefly glance away with a sheepish smile. "sorry if..."

before she can finish her half-baked apology, rustling nearby distracts her, and she stumbles her way into a stance befitting of a real trainer! good thing, too. that roserade really catches her eyes, with the bushel of bright flowers on either arm and an intelligent sparkle in its elegant eyes. she already has a roselia, but... what's one more? the more, the merrier, she always says! though the boy who just helped her up is walking away in search of something more, blythe's carefully planning the angle of how she'll throw her pokeball.

of course, her florges just makes it easy for her. donmai immediately enters into a contest of elegance that the roserade can hardly refuse, easily lining up a perfect shot for blythe! with a beleaguered grin, blythe throws her pokeball!

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Niky Racz

catch attempt on the roserade!

a young woman with short, rosebud hair stumbles out of a patch of shrubbery nearby the preparing niky. she regains her footing soon thereafter, but not before making some noise. her shoes stumble all across the local underbrush, crushing thorns and twigs and thistles underfoot, and thereby punctuates her arrival with the crackle of crumbling flora.

in comparison, her florges glides out of the thicket soon thereafter; undisturbed, regal, and objectively perfect when compared to its owner. the young woman, a local police cadet named blythe, seems unaware of this fact. indeed, she only straightens upon realizing that she's inadvertently stumbled into the area of another trainer, likely causing quite a commotion in the process. it's with a wavering, sweat-laced smile that she speaks to this blond stranger.

"oh, sorry! is the training going well...?"

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Niky Racz