Heh, she hit a nerve there. In a good way. Professionals were always quite passionate about their work, after all. And usually, the more passionate someone was, the better at their job they were too. Well, most of the time at least. Still, hearing her talk about the suboceanic world like that was quite entertaining in its own right. “Hmm, maybe I should try one day. I guess I just never got around to it, or had it cross my mind proper so far.” Well, that was one roundabout way to getting a trip to the bottom of the ocean, but Vio brought that up very deliberately. This girl obviously had at least some interest in her – otherwise they would not be talking right now – and she quite casually gave her a hook for a potential second date right then and there. And if that ended up getting her a free diving lesson? All the better!

It did sound interesting, after all. She just never had really considered doing it, mostly because she definitely did not want to do it on her own. Speaking of: “Though I guess I should consider myself fortunate that instead of enjoying the world below alone, you decided to enjoy the surface world with company today.” It at least sounded smooth in her mind and she took another sip from her glass. She, too, would probably get a refill if she emptied it, but Vio was a measured drinker. It was always helpful to be the most sober person in a conversation, even if it wasn’t by all that much. Plus, she just preferred it that way anyhow.

The faint blush intensifies a little, but she decidedly does not even try to move back when the other leaned in like that. “I’m sure you will do just fine. As for me? I like dancing, though I probably am not that good at it. At least this kind of dance. At home, we had other styles, really.” She paused briefly, before looking up. “But I can follow your lead just fine, I am certain.”

Definitely someone doing physical labour. The hands told as much. They were a lot like those in her own family. Vio’s, too, had at least some callouses, though they were a lot less pronounced these days. She’d always been the most delicate one in the family – much to father’s dismay – but she had helped out quite a bit in the past, which still showed to an extent. However, it was still quite evident that she was not, currently, too much the physical type herself.

Fortunately though, their senses of humour seemed to align at least to an extent. Her previous line was quickly picked up and extended by the diverette. That probably was not the correct term by far, but she found it nice regardless. “Far from unbearable, if you ask me. Quite pleasant from what I can tell so far. A lot better than most of the people in this establishment, at the very, very least.” Which, admittedly, was a very low bar to clear right there. Most of the others assembled there were little more than white noise at that moment, not really caring for them, so they wouldn’t care either.

“A professional diver? That is quite impressive. I personally like swimming, but I have actually never gone under to any extent. In fact, you could say that most of my efforts have been focused on keeping my head above water.” Another little joke, hopefully not too offensive. However, she did reckon that it took a peculiar kind of person to just up and dive beneath the waves voluntarily. Though the profession did already explain a lot about this woman.

Violet smiled again, though a bit of reddish hue crept onto her face regardless. Skyler was certainly a direct one indeed. “Hmm, a combination of things, I reckon. No sorrows to drown, really. But I am looking for fun. You offering? After all, I am not just looking for ‘some’ company. A woman such as myself does deserve quality entertainment, wouldn’t you agree?”

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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