The face that greets her is familiar, and she can immediately place a name to it. Someone would have to be really sheltered not to know who the man was if they lived within Hoenn. "Fernan- er, Mr. Silph!" She still wasn't positive if the man preferred to be addressed so formally or not. Despite her typically outgoing persona, she wasn't a ruffian. Especially not to someone whose company dominated the majority of Hoenn and whose influence traversed outside of it.

His question earns a pause from her. She had a rising suspicion that he had forgotten her name - it wouldn't be the first time she'd caught him redhanded. However, the trivial detail is forgotten by the sense of familiarity he regards her with and the question that's tossed in her court. Typically, she would've responded as optimistic as usual, with a boisterous expression that was hard to forget. However, Noelle seemed far more...subdued, as she takes her time in answering.

They'd had a few encounters before - to where the man had once been her 'shoulder to cry on'. And so, she's not as uptight about keeping appearances within his presence. "S...Sorta," she decided to answer him truthfully. "But, not...terrible." She offered a small smile that could be considered slightly forced. "It's good to see you again though." She's nothing but sincere, and this time, allows a wider, more vibrant smile to yawn onto her lips. She didn't seem to mind the scathingly bitter look that always seemed to permeate his face. It reminded her of a dragon - terrifying, but likely hiding something far sweeter beneath.

"How about you? Not too stressed out with all that boring business stuff, right?" Was it rude to call his business development boring?

Green eyes would briefly flicker away from his own, if just to train themselves onto the ship that so boldly drew closer and closer. Its proximity was enough to where even the drunkest of party goers seemed to notice. A faint mist rolled forward over the water and consume both ships, likely a pokemon's doing due to the otherwise clear sky just up ahead. Was this...apart of the 'party' experience? Maybe a show of some sort? 

FERNANDO SILPH

Leaving the cavern to traverse through a different section of the safari zone, she felt her senses tingling slightly. it meant either a dragon was near or her allergies. it was likely the second, but noelle would like to believe it was the first. because, it was with a sneeze that she caught a flash of blue before her eyes. yet another dratini had appeared. it spotted her and coiled into itself, frills puffing out in a 'threatening' manner. it wanted to fight, did it? not one to embarrass a proud dragon, noelle offered it a fight in the form of releasing her garchomp. the far larger and aggressive pokemon looked back at her with an annoyed expression for the lack of an opponent, irritation evident on the pokemon's face. however, it didn't protest giving the hissing little dragon the fight in wanted in the form of a dragon rush to the face. "you didn't have to be that rough!" the whine of protest was met with a scoff as noelle tossed forward another safari ball.

capture attempt on dratini

A...lot of things had happened in the span of a few months. Too many things. Things Noelle struggled to wrap her head around still, honestly. When the pinkette was overwhelmed, she had a tendency to withdraw from those around her - or, simply, run away from her problems. It was childish, and she struggled with acknowledging that as a fact. But, she could only run and ignore the lingering pangs for so long. 'Should I just go back home?' The thought had lingered on her mind for an almost uncomfortable amount of time. 'What should I do?' So used to having others, stronger individuals, guiding her along, she realized how incompetent she was as an adult. Her desires to reach out to her friends, be it Kyle, Lucas Lane, anyone really was instead swallowed down by acceptance that this was something she needed to deal with by herself.

Which was probably how she ended up on Mt Pyre of all places, visiting her mother.

It wasn't really a sad occasion for Noelle - she didn't remember her much, and was more than happy to be raised by her loving grandmother. It'd been such a long time since she last visited her mother though...And in a moment of internal crisis, turning to her mother seemed like a logical thing to do. Unfortunately, the woman's actual grave was back in Johto. As a priestess though, she didn't necessarily need a tangible grave. Spirits of those who've been lost were always around them, waiting to be spoken to and remembered. Graves were just mortal objects to help those who lived grieve and move on - or, at least that was how her grandmother put it.

And so, Noelle sat down with her legs folded, isolating herself with a small vase with a single flower, a makeshift grave. She remained this way for a few hours, not unused to long sessions of meditating prayer. By the time she was finished, the sun was daring to set, and her mind felt...

She still felt like shit.

"What am I supposed to do?!" Her cry was abrupt and loud as hands moved to dishevel long locks of pink and green strands.

She wasn't entirely sure how she ended up on this yacht, if she were being honest. A trip to the beach to try and cheer herself up, and some guy invited her on board after telling the bikini-clad woman she should smile more. While she supposed she should've been more 'stranger danger', the smell of food and flash of bright party lights caught her attention like a child attracted to candy. After snooping around a bit and finding that the loud nature of the yacht was a bit too much for her, her attempt to leave was nullified due to the boat already leaving shore.

Would it...have been rude to just fly away on one of her pokemon? It'd be so obvious if she left that way though...

Slumped over the side of the boat with a grumble, she idly chewed on a kabob stick, perking up slightly when someone neared her. "Oh, uhm - hi," she awkwardly began, realizing she must've looked like quite the downer being off to the side, not interacting with others. She parted her lips to speak once more, however her eyes narrowed at the sight of something dark and massive in the near distance. "Do...you see that? Or am I imaging that?" She questioned, pointing towards the encroaching shape. Was that another boat? Why did it look so terrifying?

mission
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"What do you mean I can't use my dragonairs?" Brows furrowed in confusion, a frown quickly finding its way onto the woman's lips. "I mean it has...'air' in the name. It has wings. On its head! They can fly!" Her protests were near whines, as she motioned to the near hoarding amount of dragonairs that surrounded her. Unfortunately, her complaints fell onto deaf ears, as the taxi serviceman gave a firm shake of his head. Her service would not be needed if she couldn't comply with their 'rules'.

After shuffling over to a pc and making a few adjustments, she returned to present the taxi man her newest pokemon; a dragonite. Or, to be precise, three of them. "You don't need all three-"

"I need all three." Noelle affirmed with a stern shake of her head.The towering dragons huffed, and quickly the man found himself lifting his hands in defense, likely realizing that arguing with the dragon-crazed woman was pointless.

"Right.." He didn't get paid enough for this shit. "Well, your first client is over there."

With the job secured, Noelle beamed. "Thanks!" And thus went the pinkette hurrying about with the group of oversized orange lizards shuffling after her. "Sorry for the wait! You're uhm...er...who are you again?" She probably should've studied who she'd bee chauffeuring before taking the job.

@open, hi <3
mission

The pinkette squealed in delight when the safari ball hit the ground, the dragon trapped inside of it. She went to pick up the ball, only for it to be abruptly snatched. Floating in the air in an almost whimsical manner, the invisible mischief revealed itself. A gastly delicately balanced the ball on its elongated tongue, its cryptic laughter causing a slight cringe to come to the priestess' expression. She retrieved the drool covered ball from its grasp, shooing the ghost type off with a hand. "I'll er...exorcise you. Shoo, shoo!" Noelle huffed, trying to frighten the pokemon away. It whisked around her head for a moment in an almost nagging manner before finally fading. With the 'threat' dealt with, the priestess returned to her safari hunting.

There was a familiar pulse within a nearby cave, something that tickled at her senses and pulled her in like the tide. It was nothing but a gut-feeling, and even as the time ticked aggressively overhead, she decided to listen to it. The inside of the cavern was dark, she could barely see her own hand placed in front of her face. However, she felt it, within her heart. A dragon was here.

"I know you're here!" The pinkette announced to the dratini that seemed shocked by her presence. "You don't need to see a dragon to know its there. You feel it in your heart!" Her bold declaration was followed by a dramatized shout, as though she were putting her all into a single throw. The safari ball flew through the air at a near superhuman speed to nail the wriggly creature right in the forehead. It was actually a bit of foul play, as the unsuspecting pokemon was sent flying.

[capture attempt on dratini!]

She was here for one thing, and really one thing only. Late as usual, the receptionist gave her scowling face, pointing to the clock as the pinkette rushed in. An hour left before she was kicked out, got it.

She could make this work.