Nilla
she/her
13
January 3
Wyndon
N/A
Trainer
civilian
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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Vanilla Kingsley
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POSTED ON May 18, 2023 20:32:14 GMT
She couldn't say that she wasn't enjoying herself, as Vanilla had to wonder what her brother might have been doing. Hopefully staying out of trouble given his condition. It was strange that somebody with an inability to feel pain would be babies by somebody who was younger than him, but he had a good head on his shoulders at least. Once her and Bowie had finished working on the camp, both men appeared to be supportive of her offer of a cooked meal. She got the feeling that both tended to live off of those MREs when out and about.
One of the perks of growing up in a household known for such.
"Right. I'll make something to make you start taking me on more of these adventures." Vanilla said, beginning to leave before Nikolaj mentioned the boost soil. Her eyes went to go towards the boost much, a bag that was resting in camp. Seems simple enough to use. She smiled and grabbed a hold of it before taking off with Proxii behind her.
She wandered about, stumbling across all sorts of herbs and the aftermentioned mushrooms while applying the boost mulch to each in turn. Like the name implied, their growth accelerated before her very eyes! It was a fascinating phenomenon, one that she had to wonder if she could take some home to Galar and try to grow more stuff with it. She'd collect the harvestable ingredients and continue on. Proxii flickered above, holding an open bag she could throw stuff into. After about a five minute walk, Vanilla had managed to fill it with all she would need. The two returned home to camp while she'd grin at both men.
"Who's in the mood for curry?"
When the fireplace was lit, Vanilla got to work in an instant. Knives chopped up the vegetables and mushrooms as she worked hard. The other two continued to observe the bowls and the like as she worked fiercely. She knew her way around a kitchen, even if it wasn't exactly putting cookies into an oven. Callan asked about her and what interested her about the wilds, a pretty expected question. Vanilla had heard it before and practically rehearsed it seven time over by now.
"I'm from Galar. I came to Hoenn to search for my father, Harold Kingsley. He was a Ranger that served in Hoenn before retiring when he met my mother and moved over there. When i was born, he left for whatever reason and never came back. So I'm trying to find him. I've tried searching all over, but haven't had any luck. This is one of the last few places I haven't looked yet, and Im running out of places to look…But I know he has to be out there. And I'm going to find him, one way or another."
As she worked, Vanilla would chime in about the bowls. "They obviously have to hold something or other. Do we have anything that could-"
She trailed off as the air above them grew bright. Despite being underground, the moon would shine fiercely above the three. "That's the moon! But it isn't, right? So why would they need to make an artificial one?" The fire continued to roar while Vanilla sat the completed pan full of curry on top, watching it cook as she began to stir, turn and tend to their meal. Such delicious scents wafted up from the pan while the little chef continued her hard work. "Dinner should be ready in about five minutes."
Toxtricity, the Punk Pokémon. When this Pokémon sounds as if it's strumming a guitar, it's actually clawing at the protrusions on its chest to generate electricity over 15,000 volts. This short-tempered and aggressive Pokémon chugs stagnant water to absorb any toxins it might contain. Many youths admire the way this Pokémon listlessly picks fights and keeps its cool no matter what opponent it faces.
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