The Kartana had been thoroughly attacked by a mixture of the ice and electric type attacks, floating a little bit crooked before hovering back over to Callan as it would speak up again. Vanilla furrowed her brows at the creature as she'd get ready to launch another attack (and hopefully not charcoal Callan) but it seemed to be a little more cooperative this time. Seemingly deciding to join them, the Pokémon was held by Callan and healed with a little help from the potions in his bag. The trio met once again as Vanilla gave a cheerful smile at the new addition to the crew. "Glad to see you're okay. I was a little worried, but nothing a Ranger can't handle!" He'd even answer her question about the Zoroark, with Absalom backing him up.

"Interesting. Another variant of a Zorua..." She said to herself, placing a hand underneath her chin in thought. Proxii jumped back into his phone and would take a quick scan of the Pokémon. QWCK! "I see. It's good you helped him from the other guys picking on him. I bet he really loves you for that." Vanilla and her Rotom followed Callan and Abasalom back into the elevator while quietly relieved that they wouldn't be riding another Celesteela back into the earth again. She had barely made the trip up here, so going down would be another rocky ride.

The elevators opened to a room with a bunch of open wormholes and things as they crowded around one. The girl stood beside Abasalom, looking at the two as her and Proxii would flash a knowing smirk. "Last one back home's buying dinner!~" With that, she'd scurry into the hole, being transported back into Hoenn.

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Proxii's eyes lit up at the mention of being able to go about and add some more Pokémon to his directory. It was akin to the look a kid made when he was informed that the ice cream buffet was all you can eat. "Really?! That would help me out a lot! Thanks, El!" He happily buzzed in the suit, though not before Vanilla would jump back, rubbing her arm. "Hey! No wings in the suit! That hurts!" She frowned, her Rotomphone adjusting itself to rest comfortably in her head visor, leaning on the girl's neck to stay upright.

Back with the stand off between the poison types and the two trainers, Vanilla would carefully get ready to throw out her Pokémon from her belt if things turned sour. The offering was laid out by El, their bounty being some pungent and juicy looking berries. The poisons typed murmured to themselves, the Wheezing halting its gas production as it glanced at the berries, the same with the other Pokémon. They began negotiations as the other Pokémon were at least willing to listen.

"Please, we want to help, but the smog and poison gas that you're making is causing the entire city to become sick." Vanilla began, looking at the four poison types as they'd relax a little, although still on edge. "We don't want to hurt you, but at least move you someplace safe that's not in danger of being cleared out." The girl unknowingly adjusted her posture some, taking a step closer to the group. Almost instantly, she felt a tight pressure around her waist, and her view of the garbodour becoming much closer. "H-Huh?" The towering pile of garbage had grabbed her with one hand before quickly lumbering away, it's footsteps leaving behind piles of garbage as she tried to wriggle her way away.

"Uh, El!" She called out for them to help. The Wheezing and Trunbish would block the Rangers way, still as territorial as ever as Vanilla and Proxii were currently being garbage-napped!

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Vanilla watched curiously as her opponent would take out a strange orb from their pocket. She tilted her head to the side in curiosity and waited to see what he had in store for Ribbon and her. Rays of light were cast from the orb, her eyes widened in awe at what was happening. The dark recesses of the warehouse became lit up, showcasing tge structural damage that the interior had taken over the years. A few stray Spinarak in the corner may have even waddled away in fear or concern for their well being. Proxii did seem a bit off put, at least more than Vanilla.

"Interesting. I'm guessing this is what you meant when you said you needed help in the ad then." The Rotomphone surmised. Vanilla, while affected by the Houndoom's newly crystal-like exterior, did put on the beginnings of a brave face. The dragon crown did catch her eye. It reminded her of the ice sculptures that her mother's ice types would regularly make when catering to the upper class parties and events. The canine had been crystallized, literally! But would it still be able to fight like this?

The Houndoom would unleash a poisonous attack from its gullet, smashing into the Sylveon as it was pushed back some from the impact. The fairy type held strong though, wobbling a little as Ribbon shook her head and continued on. Some more hand signs from Vanilla had come, with Proxii viewing them before he'd turn back to the man. "She's asking if you want to continue after the crystal thing."

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Returning to the water's edge, Vanilla and Proxii were searching for whatever Pokémon that might have been nearby once again. This area looked a lot more coastal, with a nice little pool of water for people that might have been wanting to sunbathe or lay on the rocks themselves. Yet there came to be one lone Slowpoke that had been relaxing on the pier. Or at least she thought. Walking closer, the poor thing was just staring off into space. "Huh. I think it must be confused or something." Vanilla said, scanning the Pokémon quickly as she'd ready a pokeball. The Slowpoke didn't even move a muscle, continuing to stand right there and looking into the sea. Its tail was dipped into the water, although it had been botten off near the tip. She didn't know if the Slowpoke understood or not.

"I...don't know anymore." Vanilla said, throwing a pokeball at the creature and then catching it.

Vanilla had spent the remainder of the first ten years enjoying time to herself. The life of a bakery owner was peaceful enough, although she would finds ways to distract herself every now and again. Some days were easier than others. She'd stay the course and go back into the bakery as time permitted...

TEN YEARS LATER...



Now the CEO of Kingsley Confections, taking owner ship of the King's Rest Café in Hammerlocke, Vanilla had her days filled to the brim with attending meetings, taking stock of their supplies or flying between the regions of Galar that had opened communication with one another. Cauli was getting up there in age, alongside most of her Pokémon, but still had some fight left inside of her. She was around thirdty, and after a period of becoming a more "heavy" after snacking on her fair share of treats while expanding to her confectionary empire, Vanilla had taken fairly good care of herself for her age. Although still single, unlike Biscotti Kingsley and paxton concordas who both had spouses, or even Elise Calcifet who now had a child of her own to train, Vanilla enjoyed a relatively busy (yet lonely) life of a business owner.

Sometime during the expansion, she had managed to secure a prosthetic for her missing arm. While not perfectly a substitute, the girl did enjoy some amount of hand usage returning to her, even if the ghost pains were a tad much at times. The pinkette roamed all around as she kept up to date on the usual going ons with Galar. Thomas had met the woman he had been looking for back in Hoenn, although it wasn't the same person. Still, it was nice to meet the woman, even if she was fairly distant. Biscotti even would manage to get with a girl that she had met. It was always a bit awkward to really get to know spouses with her not having dated before.

As Andraste passes away from the poison, Vanilla is there to try her best to comfort Thomas Benoit . Knowing that he had been close enough to their version of her, it must have been hard enough to really think about losing them for a second time. Some amount of time is spent trying to get their mind off of it, but the damage is done. Still, Vanilla tries to help with small talk, invitations to nights out, even more. Anything to improve his mood.

The same concern is then shown to Biscotti Kingsley as his own partner passes on. While she was happy that some woman had talked some sense into her brother's fat head, it was so strange to see him acting so melancholic. Maybe that's what scares her the most. Getting close that much to another person just to lose them. Vanilla furrowed her brow but continued to keep herself from growing intimate in the future. As the reports and information from the front lines has made her wonder all the more. Would they have enough to weather whatever storm would come next?

Biscotti Kingsley | Elise Calcifet

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TL;DR:
- Becomes CEO of baking and catering company across Galar.
- Gets a cool prosthetic arm to replace her missing one.
- Supports THOMAS and BISCOTTI through the losses of their wives.
- Becomes afraid of intimacy, doesn't want to lose people after becoming close.

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"Definitely! It would be nice to be in the Rangers with a friend. We've already met a whole bunch!" Vanilla smiled, recalling meeting such wonderful people that may have not known her father, but treated her well regardless. francie myrtle, luka chêne and many more! Sure she was a bit on the younger side, but as people had told her back in Galar, she had inherited her father's stubbornness. She looked at the Pokémon that Proxii had scanned as she'd take note of their confusion, but thought nothing of it. The Rotom would flash a grin in his Rotomphone form. "Don't worry! I'm trying to be the best RotomDex in Hoenn! I'm on a mission to go and catalogue every Pokémon ever, in order to help all of Rotomkind...and I guess Vanilla could use the help too." The pink haired girl pouted as her phone, Proxii playfully bonking her on the head before the two would focus back on El.

They gave their plan as Vanilla nodded along. It seemed solid so far, and she thought that it would be just what they would need to better maneuver around in the city while on the lookout for whatever would do them harm. "Sounds like a plan, El!" she said, smiling over at Bibidi. "We'll leave it to you then, Bibidi! Help us find some Pokémon!" With that, the team was off over the city.

It wasn't too long of a wait until the Alakazam would sense some beings just nearby a corner, inside of one of the alley. Taking them there, it wasn't long until they'd arrive just in time to see a Wheezing, two Trubbish and a Garbodour. The Massive trash heap was practically exhaling poisonous fumes, enough so that Vanilla could smell it, even in the suit. "They, uh, don't look too friendly..." Proxii said, noting the Wheezing breathing out a fine lavender mist that was reducing the visibility around them.

"Heh, good thinking!" Vanilla said to the blue haired boy, offering a thumbs up as she would turn her attention shortly back to the Kartana that hopped along while it was trying to get their attention again. This time it was something else that he was probably saying backwards. "Hm, do you think that you could translate again for us?" she asked Absalom before the Pokémon would fold its arms into a sharpened blade. Callan spoke up first, getting himself ready for it to attack. "Eep!"

The attack was blocked by the man, who would call his Toxtricity in the nick of time! It cast a shielding move, protecting them from the sword slash and catching it. But the Kartana would continue on. Callan for for them to attack, which Vanilla was more than happy to help with. "Proxii, Electro Ball it!" The Rotom popped out of his Rotomdex case, quickly arcing its wings together as a crackling ball of electricity was sent directly at the Katana in combination with the Zoark's attack. She hoped that it would be enough to pushed him off of attacking, although Vanilla was a bit too focused on the coloring of Abasalom's pal.

"H-Hey, how come your Zoroark is all white?" she asked once they had a breather, her "newness" showing.

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Well, they discovered some more Pokémon, at least! Vanilla had to hold her nose, the foul smelling gasses that had filled the air. It was awful, like one of her older brother's laundry baskets. The purpetraotr was none other than a gang of Koffing that scoured about as they'd be chilling out in this little pack. "Blech...This smells awful." Vanilla complained to herself, covering her nose as she quickly scanned one of the Pokémon with Proxii. QWCK! She viewed the heard of Koffing before one stood out among the rest. It had a vastly different color compared to the others, and gained the curiosity of the younger trainer.

"Huh, what's with that one?" Vanilla asked, tilting her head to the side. Proxii would flick himself forward, awaiting orders as she'd single out the discolored Koffing. "Disable it with Shockwave!" The Rotom spun once, then would cause the air to hum with electricity, paralyzing the shiny Pokémon as she tossed a safari ball and collected her third quarry.

It was probably a good thing that Vanilla not be fully aware of her situation right now, as the teen probably would have died from embarrassment. So she hung limply in Callan's arms, the Celesteela careening towards the moon without stopping. "H-Hey, do you think that our ride is gunna...you know, not crash land on the moon?" He readied himself by pushing against Vanilla's side and bracing for an impact that would never come. At some last minute, the Celesteela would have slowed down fully as the gravity around the people changed. They were let out after coming to a halt as above them, the vast endlessness of space rested, with wormholes dotted above them. Ultra Beasts floated around, complicit in just effortlessly flying about.

Callan shook Vanilla awake as she slowly came to. "Bwah-Wha are we?" she said, snapping back into consciousness as her brain was taking a bit to fully reconnect. Absalom and Proxii had survived the trip as well, with Vanilla standing back upright as she exhaled, shaking her pink head around to shake off the dust from her mind. "Sorry, I don't do heights well." she said to Callan and then followed behind the two. "So this is the moon? I figured it would have been more...barren."

Their journey came to an end as the three of them came to follow a ray of light and then come to a set of closed doors. From above, a strange Ultra Beast had come down to hover in front of them. Proxii took a quick scan as Vanilla appeared surprised when it would speak! "Wait, an Ultra Beast that can talk? Or at least better than most Pokémon. But what's it saying?" she asked the two, tapping her foot against the ground while she tried to deduce the mystery by herself. It wasn't until their blue haired friend had cracked the code.

"Reverse?" Proxii hovered over to take a peak at the notebook, then looked back at the Kartana. "Huh, I guess it was. But what does it mean by that?" Vanilla took a step to investigate the door, a puzzled expression on her face. "Do you think that it's trying to cut the door down?"

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"Sort of..." Vanilla explained to Absalom, rubbing the back of her neck. "Callan and I got stuck here a while ago, and we solved this riddle before. It's what the people here used to offer to the Celesteelas to ride them to the moon." The younger girl explained to the other boy, adjusting her oversized glasses some while Proxii continued to travel forward as Callan led the way towards an awaiting Celesteela that smiled happily at them. He quickly remade the final elixir of life offering as it extended an arm towards them again.

"Here we go again." Proxii said aloud, waiting for Vanilla to follow the two back up into their Rocket chamber. Vanilla seemed the most affected, nervously stepping foot into the chamber with Callan and Absalom as she frowned. As the Celesteela was beginning to take off, the girl would clutch Callan's hand for dear life and face away from the view of the blast as the Celesteela would take off.

The entire tube vibrated as the group was taken up out of the dark underground and into the airspace. Proxii swung around to watch the view, the little Rotomphone chirping happily. "Wow, look at this view! No wonder those flying types really love the air! This place is amazing! Hey Vanilla, are you-" He turned around to find his trainer currently out cold, slumped over Callan's side as she was doing her best not to let the sudden heights get to her.

"Oh...Nevermind."

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Callan Young | absalom steel

The Charizard had dwindled down into a proper sized monstrosity, with Vanilla slowly gliding Altaria back down to the ground as she'd hop off and treat the flying type to a proper good affection display. But before they could rest, the Calyrex would appear before them again, giving a speech for those it bestowed as royalty and then...it was gone about as fast as it came. The teen said nothing, walking across the town before she came across her older brother. just about as worn as she was. vanilla stared at him before just running into Biscotti Kingsley , arms wrapped around him while doing her best not to unload too much into him. "Ah-Buh-Biscottiiii! I did it! I actually flew! I was terrified, b-but I didn't want to let you down." she whined, looking up at him with a pained expression. "I couldn't have done it without you."

ONE MONTH PASSES...

The idea of their only way home being lost to time was still fresh in Vanilla's mind. Sure, most of the townsfolk around had their version of Hammerlocke to rebuild, but most of them didn't belong here. It had been quite the exercise in coming to terms that everyone she knew was probably never going to see her again. She stayed up long nights, battled as hard as she could, anything to try and quell the memories in her head. She spent most of her days helping many of the townsfolk with their duties and such, with some extraneous training by @thomas that kept her fully prepared to defend the town. In this capacity, she even managed to score a gig as a watchman despite her age on account of her skillful display at aerial scouting.

10 YEARS PASSES...



It had been so long in this hell that Vanilla had grown numb to worrying about the outside of it. She had been working as a part of the City Watch alongside Thomas and more volunteers to keep the peace in town. As a side gig, Biscotti had managed to convince her to reopen the family bakery as Vanilla had named it something more plain and apt for the town, King's Rest Café, after the Calyrex that had vanished long ago. It had taken a little bit of time to relearn her baking skills, but she eventually became renown for her baked goods. Even Elise Calcifet would come by from time to time to help out. Still the younger sibling, Vanilla would always see her as a sister, somebody she could look up to.

The day Necrozma came had burned itself into her mind. it had been a fierce fight that nearly destroyed the town. Vanilla provided aerial support, but had been strucken down and crushed partially by the beast's claws and tails. The damages had plucked her out of the sky and given her several nasty scars along her chest. Although the most visible damage was the poisoning that she had suffered as a result as the contact with the poisonous attacks. In a last ditch effort to save her, a decision was made. Vanilla saw the flash of steel through blurred eyes and then a great pain, feeling her left arm suddenly explode in the worst pain imaginable. She awoke in the infirmary a week later, greeted by the sight of a missing arm.

Afterwards, she had been honorably discharged from the guard. Now missing her left hand from the elbow down, Vanilla took to her bakery like always. The people had been so supportive and thankful of her work, but the days grew colder, and Vanilla didn't understand. She finally had everything she wanted. Being the best chef of her family and owning her own successful café. But the years, decade of being outside, experiencing everything else the world had it offer. It changed her. No longer was she content with sitting behind a countertop all day. People found her in the kitchen a crying mess, midway through an emotional breakdown as she furiously threw any utensil against the wall as she furiously screamed. "I CAN'T DO THIS ANY MORE!

It took a while to calm down as she agreed to a temporary leave of absence from owning the bakery as Vanilla would sit in the town and just reflect upon life so far. From the attack on Necrozma, some of the armor it had dropped had been fashioned into weaponry for everybody that was present, Vanilla having no clue as to what could make until now. It took one visit to the blacksmith before it would be fashioned into a proper weapon, a sword that was picturesque of the sky itself, dubbed "Galeforce", and with the ability Aerial Ace be fashioned to it.

paxton concordas | Biscotti Kingsley | Elise Calcifet

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TL;DR:
- Worries about returning home, tries to distract herself
- Vanilla joins the guard force as a flying unit, training in recon and providing air support with ALTARIA
- 10 Years Pass, she's older and an actual part of the force and flying type trainer
- Reestablishes the family bakery and runs it with help from Elise and Biscotti
- During the attack, she sustains heavy damage, loses her left arm up to the elbow and scars. Discharged from her injuries
- Manages the bakery, has a breakdown and takes a break. Uncertain of what to do, experiencing an early midlife crisis

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