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From her position, she could not see them at all, no. But Violet could hear them. And she was not completely in over her head here. Hearing those kinds of noises closing in around her, it sent a very, very clear message. One that told her to get a move on. Her ears were fairly good after all, so it was not too difficult for the young woman to figure out an area where the least amount of sounds were coming from – somewhere reasonably close to the still-unseen professor, so she hurriedly made her way towards that part of the clearing.

Golett tried to follow, but it was hopelessly, hilariously outmatched in terms of speed. Hastily, the young woman would briefly fumble and half turn, just to recall the Pokemon. But that meant she had little time calling up another one in time. Not that she could easily tell which was best in a situation like that.
So, instead, she did not worry about that at all – and instead ran as fast as she could towards the treeline. Even if there were bad ‘Mons over there, at least she would not be right in the middle of whatever was about to go down here.

This reminded her of way back when, naturally. She had come from a ranger family, after all. Hiking and cross-trekking through the woods had been a general pastime then, really. Heck, even looking for potentially problematic Pokemon had been part of that particular routine. Naturally, Vio had not exactly been great at that part of the job. But that was then. Today, she was a bit better. Plus, she needed money for things like food and clothes. And this town nearby was only full of lame people. She’d rather do honest and tedious work than string along some middle-aged bore.

But not by much. Vio sighed, while her Golett continued to push aside branches and shrubbery for her. While she did wear shorts in order to not ruin a dress here, Vio did not exactly want too many scrapes either. Sure, the Poke was making a bit more noise than maybe necessary, but the convenience was unbeatable. They continued on, noting a group of Rattata running around nearby. Even if she was out and about to catch stuff, Vio would definitely not get one of those. She had standards, after all.
Standards, but not too much luck. Mostly because the two of them entered the clearing from the other side and continued to make their way forwards, towards the unseen professor, looking about. So far, neither woman nor pokemon could see any of the warring factions. So, they figured they’d be fine.

“Hmm, plentiful, but never enough,” she replied. She had seen how quickl even a small community such as the one she had grown up in had harvested those when the season came about. A patch like this would be gone in a week, tops. Probably the same here, too. That was why she had come this early herself. Even so, she had not been the first, either.



Though that was probably fine. This boy looked like he would be satisfied with his fair share, instead of trying to hog more than he needed. Given that she could not carry too much either, Violet did not grab a lot of stuff, either. But she allowed herself to be selective, only picking the highest quality ones she could find. “Won’t be long until this place gets more crowded, I think.”

The early bird caught the worm, or something like that. Really, Vio did not believe that. But while she liked to sleep in deep into the morning oftentimes, she didn’t do so by nature. Growing up in a ranger family, she had gotten used to waking early. And if she was not particularly tired, she still did that to this day. It was kind of annoying, really. But what could she do? When she was awake, she was awake. No two ways about it.

Might as well spend these being somewhat productive. Now, she was not the most productive member of society at all. Heck, most of her living was made by swindling actually productive people out of their money. But berries, they were different. She knew how to do that. And it was such a good deal, it was basically free. Just as long as one was early enough for the harvest.
Which, apparently, she was. There only was a blonde already at it. Good enough. Putting down her little basket, Vio would briefly tip the straw hat she was wearing and look around for the best berries to snag. For once, she was not wearing a dress. Given that she might get dirty, she had chosen jeans with suspenders over a brown shirt. That gave her a distinctly odd look, given that her fine, white mane kind of contrasted with the more rustic clothes.

Then again, she had no one to impress. Instead, she called Golett from his pokeball, so that he could carry the basket for her. Then, she started her inspection proper, briefly giving the other person a nod, should their eyes meet at some point.

Ah, so that was how it was. Honestly, she did not know a whole lot about small communities like this. Granted, that was because she had grown up in an even smaller one. Just her good old almost nuclear family, with the occasional visits to nearby villages. Even her education had been mostly homeschooling. After leaving home, she had gravitated immediately to the bigger cities and swiftly gotten used to being around lots of people. A community like this one was a bit…puzzling.

She still nodded at his assertion. At least at face value, she did understand, after all. Thinking, she tapped her lips once more in order to find out what was going on there. “Hmm, I never asked specifically, but it sounded as if they were setting out all about. Though maybe there is a specifically good fishing spot that they all visited or such? Oh, and I have a Cloyster, that should work, right?

Arashi Akiyama

Gardevoir was the first to notice, really. Not that she was completely inattentive or anything. But the self-proclaimed Fairbanks did not have such keenly attuned senses as the psychic type. She only noticed the rumbling earth moments later. But when she did, she immediately stopped, looking around. Being attacked by wild pokemon was no joke, her father had taught her. And among his many lessons, that was one she had actually taken to heart. Especially when whatever was after her seemed to be both really big and really heavy. Still it would take them a few moments to find out what exactly it was, mostly because the Rhyperior was still coming over a nearby ledge. Once at the apex though, it roared, making it impossible not to notice it anymore.

And then it jumped. Well, more like it skidded down the rough edge of the hill which was much too steep for her to climb herself. But it still went down there, building up momentum, coming right at them. Instinctively, Vio darted to the side, hoping that the ‘Mon could not adjust it’s trajectory quickly enough to catch up to her.

Gardevoir didn’t, though. As she turned, Vio found her Pokemon just standing there, straight in the other’s path, her back to another larger stone formation. The Psychic did not even try to evade. Instead she just looked at her trainer. In the first moment, said trainer wondered if her Pokemon was just kind of stupid like that. Then, she realized the hint of a smirk. “Um, Psychic!” she yelled out, a command that her ‘Mon clearly cherished. Raising her arms, the attack was begun – and over almost as quickly. Gardevoir did not even try to stop that momentum. Instead, she forced the Rhyperior to shift to the left – and run itself head-first into the rocks. It crashed into them heavily, breaking apart some of the formation, but also seeming quite dizzy in the aftermath.
This time, Vio didn’t need to say anything. The moment her mon’s eyes locked with the wild ones, it started to hypnotize it, no doubt seeking to eat its dreams afterwards. But Vio wasn’t ready to take that risk. Instead, she threw one of her Pokeballs at the hypnotized being, hoping to catch it while it was asleep. She did not want to deal with an even angrier Rhyperior if the Dream Eating failed.

Gardevoir pouted, though. “You can eat some Rattata’s later,” the trainer replied, hoping the ball would stop wobbling soon.

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Usually, Vio avoided places like this. Heck, she was still very much avoiding the desert proper, for that matter. But having only recently moved inland again after spending a lot of time near the oceans, she figured that she could safely do it now. Her pale skin had miraculously managed to survive the previous ordeals, so it probably would this treck north, too. Though, for the time being, the weather was still somewhat bearable. She had come equipped with a rather large straw-hat to keep the worst of the rays out, along with almost as much sunscreen as water in her backpack.

It would be fine. Probably. Since Frosmoth needed a break from excessive sunbeams, she was instead walking alongside her Gardevoir, which barely seemed to care about just about, well, anything. It had absolutely no curiosity for these new sights and instead simply followed, quietly and kind of unnervingly. Frankly, to Vio? This psychic type was a lot more off-putting than any of her ghost types. And yet, those sent grown captains running scared, while Gardevoir barely got a reaction out of them.
Go figure.

She sighed to herself before briefly looking up towards the sun. She regretted that decision just as quickly, shielding her eyes again and focusing back on the path ahead. Arid climate, brown brushes and an overall sense of this place not being too hospitable. But it was fine. It probably would be. After all, she had pokemon, she had sunscreen and she had all the things she needed on her. She still was on the lookout for random attacks – or random pokemon coming in – still vividly remembering what had happened back during their little cruise. She’d never seen so many pokemon in one place at one time. Well, not one time, but kind of.

“Is it?” Honestly, she did not really have a frame of reference. This place did not look completely depopulated or anything like that, so she had left it there for the time being. It hadn’t really mattered that much which percentage of them had been taken. But now that he said it, she noticed it as well. There couldn’t be more than a hundred people here. Losing so many should have left more of an impact. Or maybe, it wasn’t just members of the community. That would make sense, wouldn’t it?

Furrowing a brow, she thought about this some more. “Honestly, I only was given the barest of bones when it comes to information. Not much beyond what I already shared. I did not pry much. They probably considered me useless and did not bother.” The young woman shrugged. There wasn’t any ill content in these words. She knew that she was not exactly the best detective, starting with her inability to ask the right questions. “But I do not think they were all fishermen. If they were, those left over would be more apprehensive about going out, right? People here do seem down-cast, but not to that degree.”


Arashi Akiyama

“Last I heard it was about fourteen, but that might have changed,” she noted. Given how rapid those disappearances could be, she wouldn’t know if someone had gone this very day. It did take a bit to find out that someone had gone missing, anyway. Especially in a community that was at least partially build on fishing. One man that she had met the day she arrived, a fisherman, was long overdue. But no one knew if he had gone proper missing, drifting off course or just decided to stay out to hunt for a rare water pokemon.

However, instead of focusing on that, she, too, noticed the lack of introductions. Briefly brushing her hand off on her white sundress, she would offer it to him for a shake. Yeah, she pretended to be rich and aloof, but expecting her hand to be kissed just was a bit much these days. This was much more suitable. “Violet Fairbanks. I am…not from around here.” Her pale skin made that obvious, of course. She’d left a small fortune here for sunscreen alone. “And I guess I did notice that the weather likes to get very, very windy, though usually without rain. Which struck me as kind of odd, I guess.”

Arashi Akiyama

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