Finally. Someone showed some guts around here after all. No one else had claimed that seat for a reason, yet this lady just took it for herself. Assertive, quick on the draw. Violet liked that. A slight smile easily crept upon her face as she craned her neck slightly, half turning towards the newcomer and taking a closer look. Blonde, wavy hair. That meant she took at least some care of it, probably held at least a little pride for it. But it was not overstyled, either, implying a less narcissistic person beneath the locks. The tan looked like it was natural, from time spent outside in the sun, rather than some kind of booth. Probably a girl working a job that included copious amounts of outdoor activities. Probably not that well-off, but certainly not poor either.

Not bad.
Violet gladly took the drink offered to her. The girl definitely didn’t look like one to spike it. “My, thank you.” Honest gratitude, albeit more for what the drink represented, rather than the beverage itself. Briefly smirking, the faux Fairbanks gives a court little nod before taking a sip. “Though I do hope that I am not yet at a point where I need drinks. I will admit to wanting them, however, hah.” Giving a brief laugh, she decided some slightly self-depreciating joke might be appropriate. She would offer her hand for a shake though, in a manner that was both a little awkward, but not hesitant. Like that was a gesture she knew was appropriate, but not one she used often. “I am Violet, though most just call me Vio or Vi. Who do I have the pleasure of meeting?”

Oh, the universal conundrum. As a proper lady, she was obviously one of the most popular people in a party like this. At least she was convinced of that. However, she also couldn’t just up and go grab someone random, either. No, no. Vio was the kind of person who was asked, who never had to ask herself.

Yet, so far, nobody had. It was annoying her to no end as she leaned against the counter casually. Maybe the blue dress she’d gotten was looking a bit too much like money? It had cost her a pretty good sum, after all. Well, not her, but rather the guy she’d strung along. But still. Others could probably see that it was made of the finest materials, even if the cut was just a tad bit old-fashioned in a way. Certainly not as revealing as what some other women here were having. Loosely cut with a slight slit for the legs, sleeveless, but not backless, and with ornate flowers in a deeper shade of blue embroidered on it. Just something she really liked to wear.

And judging from some of the looks she’d gotten, it was also liked by others. Yet no one had come onto her yet. Some mysterious benefactor had the barkeep bring her a drink, sure, but that was fifteen minutes ago and no one had claimed responsibility yet. Which was pretty lame in and of itself. Truth be told, she wanted to dance, but doing so on her lonesome was for losers, like the person she’d been long ago. Yet Vio was a winner. A slightly bored winner sipping on the remnants of her drink idly while waiting for something to happen, but a winner nonetheless.

Nah, everyone was handling it fine. What a bummer. Though she could have sworn that at least some of these guys were quite surprised by the Tailwind, no one tripped or overshot.
Ah, well. If she couldn’t create innocent chaos, then she wanted to win at least. Though, admittedly, Frosmoth was more of a teamplayer to begin with. It could help everyone else get faster quickly, but as long as the Tailwind was ongoing that it conjured, the pokemon was slightly limited in what it could do.

As such, Violet tried to keep up with everyone else in the shadow of a blazing chicken, while Frosmoth spun around in a Quiver Dance to increase its speed further again.

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Well….Vio honestly did not exactly consider herself a good trainer in either sense of the word. Not really good at the trade, not exactly the nicest to her ‘Mons. But at least she was not throwing them at the enemies. Well, technically she did when getting them out of the Pokeballs, but that wasn’t the point here! Just throwing a live Slowpoke was so utterly unrefined and bleh, she could only scoff at the sight.

Meanwhile, her Golett was happily Shadow Punching every target it could see while trotting along in the wake of fiery destruction. There were always some more targets to smash, and it gladly took care of them. He was kind of weird like that. But then again, he was a ghost. Vio just figured that some weirdness came naturally with undeath.

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Frankly, if those weird cottony pokemon were so much better at this than her Iron-powered Golett, then so be it. Not like it bruised her ego much. Golett did seem to react with an angry gaze towards the one hissing at him, but Vio just kept following it, allowing the pokemon to take the brunt of the attack and her partners to do most of the work.

After all, if they could do it so much better, then they could also carry most of the weight. She only had like four pokemon, so Vio just did what she could here. “Just keep on stacking the Iron Defenses, everything else will be fine,” she told her Pokemon while evading what she could herself. This challenge truly had to be the most annoying one she’d tackled so far. Probably because just standing there and letting others attack them was something every fibre of her being was against.


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Oh, she might want to use Tailwind now? Goodness gracious, silly her. Clearly, the ongoing winds were some kind of freak natural phenomenon that she had absolutely nothing to do with. Vio knew that she wasn’t exactly the greatest of trainers. But to her knowledge, these winds lasted at least a little bit longer. Using them now again would do nothing as far as she was concerned, so she simply pouted.

“Quiver Dance,” Vio noted pointedly as she focused back onto the race, her Frosmoth casually flying ahead, since someone else had already taken care of the hurdles for them. Now that, that was helpful in her eyes.

Okay, so maybe she was not the best of trainers ever. Heck, Vio would agree wholeheartedly with everyone who said that. But then again, no one had yet been able to sufficiently explain to her how all these Cotton Guards going up there were somehow, arbitrarily, stronger than the Iron Defense that her dear Golett was putting up as he marched onto the course.

That just didn’t make any sense to her. And, being a stubborn young lady, she decided that reality was not to her liking in that regard and had Golett march out there regardless, keeping up his guard and hopefully outlasting all these fluffy things like the real somehow-living-slab-of-stone he was. Though Vio pouted all the way regardless.

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It was time to change things up a little. Unlike with the speed competitions, she did not have a pokemon that could help others along, with or without their consent. In fact, her options were somewhat limited in general. But that couldn’t bring down one Violet Fairbanks. No dice. If life gave her lemons, she would draw forth Golett from his circular abode and smash them and squeeze them until lemonade just spontaneously started to exist.

Okay, that was a terrible analogy. But still, Golett was the ghost for this job, so she’d called on him. And while decidedly not fast, he did have the Iron Fist of justice on his side. And with the sound of Belly Drums and whatever the heck the weird Slowpoke was doing, the Golett just decided to go to town, Shadow Punching a target to ghastly smithereens.
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Ground course. Water course. Maybe they had a lava course too, just so Frosmoth could fly over that, too. Then again, apparently sharpedos could fly too, so it was less of an advantage. Still though, she once more followed along, providing Tailwind to anyone who wanted it, as well as those who did not. Frosmoth had absolutely no issue following along.

Violet though, that was another story. Sure, she’d spent a childhood with rangers, cross-trekking through the woods and mountains. But she’d hated that. Having hoped to have escaped it, she had not exactly kept in shape in that regard. Sure, she still had some skills and could hop from stone to stone, but she didn’t like that she was slower at it than that other girl.
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“Oh my,” she noted, to no one in particular. Or maybe she was talking to this wild pokemon? Nah. Most of those were just animals in her opinion. They could certainly read the mood and react to stimuli, yes. But unlike some other trainers, she hardly ever treated them as anything more than that. Certainly not like people. Sometimes she talked to her own, sure, but that was really just her talking to herself in many ways.

A wild one though? No way to talk to those. Heck, unless they were in a pokeball in the first place, those were quite hard to reason with at all, and she quickly brought forth Frosmoth just in case that this thing coming out of the water might attack her. So far, it seemed intent on just seeing where things might go, but the young woman was not going to take any risks here. That thing looked like it could just tackle her into a pulp.

But hey, since it was here, might as well try and catch it. “Frosmoth, Icy Wind. Let’s see if that thing can freeze.” She probably was at quite the disadvantage in types. But there was a reason as to why her father was always so disappointed in her. Violet simply played everything by ear and she was incredibly stubborn. This was her Frosmoth, and it would have to be able to beat this Cloyster.

Sadly though, due to her being a terrible trainer, she failed to recognize that Ice was probably the worst type of attack to use against the Cloyster, which was barely dented and in return, flung an Ice Spear at Frosmoth. Fortunately for her, the latter was better at the whole fighting thing than she was and deftly avoided the attack to the side.

“Well, that didn’t work out well at all,” she mumbled to herself, thinking. It probably would have helped if she’d known more about that thing, really. However, she was able to recognize if something didn’t work. “Uh, try Bug Buzz instead,” she thus instructed. And this time around, It did a lot more. The Cloyster was currently spinning for some kind of attack when the Buzz hit, which flung it to the side straight into the sand with a thud, seemingly bedazzled.
Now that part she did know. Pokemon were easiest to catch when they were out of their mind like this. Okay, she couldn’t quite see the thing’s face, since that was buried in the sand, but it was clearly not getting up on its own immediately. That was good enough, so she quickly threw one of her precious pokeballs.


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