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[GojiBean]

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27 days.

That's how long she'd been at sea.

27 long days on board a massive 25,000 passenger Cruise Ship called the SS Hydra. So named due to it having a triple-pronged bow making the entire vessel appear from the top down almost like a wide trident gliding through the sea.

Yume Okabe. 20 years old. Standing 5' 4" with thigh-length black hair flowing in a thick ponytail behind her, was one of the many passengers aboard. And even with all the space on board the sheer volume of passengers made the entire trip feel like she was packed into a sardine can. She couldn't walk any of the halls without passing several dozen people. Some were nicer than others and would move out of her way. Others would just give her the stink eye as she tried to move past. Or look at her funny because of the way she dressed.

After all, dressing in a custom-made, travel-ready variant of a Shrine Maiden outfit isn't exactly common. In fact, it's almost never done since Shrine Maidens don't usually leave their shrines unless it's for official religious business involving collaboration with another Shrine or religious group.

Today, she leaned on the railing of the center prong of the bow watching the surf strike the hull as it glided through the water.

She could see the Johto region up ahead. Olivine City and its dock were waiting for them. Just a little longer now...

The wait lasted around an hour before the horns blew signaling their arrival. The Cruise Ship docked gracefully, despite its size, and lowered all 50 of its stairs and planks to allow the near 25,000 passengers to disembark. Yume once again found herself to be a sardine packed tightly against people as they descended the stairs en masse. In fact, it was more than a little uncomfortable both emotionally and practically. Her ample chest, a blessing and a curse for any woman depending on your perspective, was squeezed against the people in front of her. And her posterior, taught and round from her years of activity, was pressed against the thigh of a man behind her whom she could hear was enjoying these circumstances just a little too much for her liking. But try as she might she couldn't wriggle free of him to a more convenient or what she felt to be a safe spot. But at least he was keeping his hands to himself.

Step after step was more of the same until at long last her feet touched solid ground. She quickly slid through the crowd to a relatively open spot before realizing that she had forgotten to go pick up her luggage.

For any passenger who felt it needed, they stored luggage in the bowels of the ship for convenience. Yume traveled relatively light. But all the same she felt her belongings would be safer down below than in her room. She had to hop in place to try and see over the crowd and try to find out where the luggage was being collected. But try as she might she was still too short to see over the mass of people swarming around the docks. Spotting a crewmember of the ship she darted over and asked for directions.

Luggage was being collected towards the stern end of the ship. So Yume made her way there post-haste. However, arriving she found it to be an absolute mad house. Luggage was supposed to be gathered on large circular conveyer belts, similar to an airport. But luggage was spilled all over the place from too many people grabbing the wrong packs and then throwing them about without a care in the world. Yume's bags were snow white, matching the white of her uniform. So one would think it'd be easy to spot. But no. She couldn't see it anywhere.

Maybe the next conveyer belt?

No. Not there either.

Next one? Nope.

Yume began unconsciously rolling one end of the right-most rope from the back of her uniform in her right hand as she jogged to the next conveyer belt. There was only one more after this. If it wasn't on that last one she wouldn't know what to do or who to talk to. But it wasn't on this one. So it had to be the last one, right?

But getting to the last one was arguably the worst experience of them all as it had the most people crowded around it. And soon, Yume saw why. It was the closest to the opening of the ship where they were pulling the luggage from. And people were so engrossed in finding their own belongings that they refused to pay heed to the requests of the dock staff and the ship's crew to remain orderly and form lines. Everyone was out for themselves. Pushing and shoving, wriggling and slipping in and out between each other. Reaching over and around one another for their bags as they were unloaded from the ship.

"Oh!"

That was it! Yume's bag! One of the crew had just grabbed it and lifted it out of the ship and passed it to a crew member who tried to place it on the conveyer belt. But it was knocked aside by someone impatient to get their own belongings which were right next to Yume's. She tried to force her way through to where her bag was, but to no avail. The crowd was too thick. She had to jog all the way around the outer edge of the swarm of people and to the other side before she finally found her bag on the ground, almost pushed into the water with other bags and suitcases which had failed to stay on land. Nabbing it and darting away, Yume walked over to a nearby bench next to a small bird bath and sat down to catch her breath.

"Phew..." She sighed as she closed her eyes and leaned her head back.

"Next time I'll hop on a plane." She mumbled.

Yume wasn't the only one who'd fallen victim to this debacle. Several others nearby were in the same boat (pun intended). And it wouldn't be long before Yume's brief respite would come to a fateful end.


FolKinPunk jump. Prodigious Mage

 

[FolKinPunk]

Carter Talmer​

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Interactions: None. Open for interactions. (: Special cameo Yume Okabe
Mentions: GojiBean jump. Prodigious Mage
Location: Luggage Claim

Two weeks in Carter’s suite, avoiding leaving as much as possible. Living off the tap water and the disgusting snacks and candy in the small mini fridge in their suite. It wasn’t difficult, they didn’t require much food. It was mostly when Popplio seemed to be tired of the same foods that they dared venture out.

Carter didn’t feel the boat docking, entranced in their email to their parents. Answering the same questions, ‘Yes, I’m having fun.’ A lie, they were bored out of their mind. ‘Yes, Popplio is fine.’ A truth, a little stir crazy itself but fine. ‘I made a friend.’ A lie, they spoke to the same waiter every time they got Popplio food. Why not say friend? It’ll make their parents happy.

It was only when they heard the intercom stating it was safe to start departing that they stopped their absent minded patting on Popplio’s back as it laid across their lap. After the questions, they had to admit they had absolutely nothing else to say. It was quite welcome to have to get up and get ready to leave.

“Okay, Popplio. We’re here.” Gently nudging the Pokemon off their lap, and closing their laptop. Shoving it quickly into their bag, “I hope you enjoy your time in your Pokeball…” They mutter, holding the ball out to put Popplio in. It doesn’t make a fuss, the same happy look on it’s face it usually holds. It puts Carter at ease, never knowing what to exactly expect. Always just saying something to Popplio before the act.

Pokeball away, laptop away, suitcase unfortunately down under the boat. That means they’ll have to find it. Among other people. Which brings them to the reason they hadn’t left their suite hardly at all. People. Sure, they’re not nervous around people, as long as they mind their own selves, but these crowds? Horrendous.

“Oh for cr-” Letting out a breathless exasperated sound, looking at the doc and its inhabitants. Why is everyone getting off at once? Shaking their head, they didn’t want to hide in their room and wait for it to calm down. “Time to be part of the problem, suppose…”

Ah. Great. No one even attempts personal space. They have Carter pressed against everyone else. Bodies touching. A stray hand somewhere touching them- probably not on purpose. It retreated quickly. Didn’t help in easing the growing tension in Carter either way. They quickly pull their laptop bag close to their chest, ignoring the insecurities the act brings.

As soon as enough space opened for Carter to slip through and get away from all the bodies brushing up and bumping against them, they practically ran for it.

Letting go of their bad so it sags against their hip again, and shuffling it back behind their back. Carter lets out a breath and looks around.

Ah. Baggage claim. With a ton of people. Bless. They hang their head and continue to their next ring of hell.

Speed walking through crowds, muttering little apologetic sounds as they all but shove their way through gathering couples or other annoying groups. Eyes darting back and forth between the belts, suitcases laid upon them, and different Pokemon.

Seems most people had common sense to keep their Pokemon away, but there was still enough. One being too much. Too many. Despite the discomfort, Carter looked in awe at them. They were different, so different from any Pokemon they’d seen before. It was almost enchanting.

Finally, they perk up at the familiar purple suitcase. In their defense, it was their mother’s suitcase.

But the suitcase was surrounded by people. Other suitcases, other people, and someone just knocked Carters suitcase off the belt-

They wrap their arms around themself and glares at the suitcase. Too many people. They look around briefly, and sees a girl alone on a bench close by… Could they ask for help? One person was easier to get mocked by than a group-

No right. Mocked. Why would she help? But now Carter was looking at her, and they forgot to look away. She was different. Robes of sorts, religious? They’d never seen that before. More specifically, how revealing the robes were. They swallow thickly and look back to their luggage.

Someone was handling their luggage, and not too kindly. They don’t have anything fragile in there, but the idea that they could just walk off with Carter's suitcase kicked them into action finally. They hopped over and grabbed the end of their luggage roughly and stared at the stranger.

“That’s mine. This is mine. My suitcase. Please let go now.” Then quickly looking away, hoping the person lets go. They see the girl on the bench again, and they look up instead. Shifting the look back at the stranger, then up again.

Ah yes they let go-

“Thank you.” Simple, emotionless, and now they have their suitcase. In their hand, and holding onto their laptop bag with their other hand. They nod at the person and turn around.

Unsure where to go now, they stand there. Looking around. Ah, Carter was hopeless at this, weren't they?

 

[jump.]

Kekoa

Location: Luggage Claim
Currently Feeling: Slightly stressed
Interactions: Yume GojiBean
Mentions: Carter FolKinPunk

It was almost a shame he hadn't been staying in Sinnoh, it was right next to Johto after all. He could've just crossed over the border, instead of spending a good month at sea. Sure, Kekoa didn't mind the length too much, there were things to do on the ship, activities, social events, nightly music and really, really good food -Good Arceus, that sushi had been amazing- but Coconut was getting restless, and being awoken daily by a grumpy rowlet wasn't exactly fun. Especially not when it meant his face was covered in talon scratches, and his ears had nearly been re-pierced by a sharp beak-

He stared at his face in the bathroom mirror for a moment, absentmindedly running his fingers over a particularly long scratch from his eyebrow, down to his jaw, silently thankful for the fact it wasn't deep and would not scar (thank Arceus-) Not that he'd mind a scar, actually. Scars looked pretty cool. He liked the scars on his chest. And the one on his knee, even if it wasn't as noticeable. Scars were cool-

...Ah, right. He'd been camping out in the bathroom for long enough. The massive crowd outside should hopefully have dispersed a little by now. Hopefully Coconut would finally be ready to head out, he'd probably be a lot happier once they set foot on dry land. "You coming buddy?" From his perch on the sink, Coconut let out a disgruntled chirp, puffing up his feathers to form a much fluffier, rounder ball. "You could just stay in your ball, y'know. You're the one that insists on staying out all the time." To emphasise, Kekoa withdrew the pokeball from his pocket, waving it at Coconut, who emitted a particularly annoyed hoot.

Stubborn as always...

"We can't just stay in here buddy. We gotta get off." Go explore! See the sights! Malie City was modelled off the Johto region, he wanted to see the real thing! All the architecture that inspired it! But Coconut still refused to move, still locked into place with his talons firmly gripping onto the edge of the sink, feathers all fluffed up. "Uggggggh. Okay. Fine. If you leave this bathroom, I'll give you a poffin- No, two poffins-" Coconut chirped. "Three poffins...?"

He waited for a moment, lingering in the doorway, watching as the gears seemed to turn in the rowlets head. After a minute or so, Coconut finally acknowledged the offer, nodding his head, before uncurling and hopping off the sink. A few wing-flaps later, and he was comfortably perched on Kekoa's shoulder. Finally. "You can have all three poffins once we get off this boat, okay?" Which would be easier said than done, apparently. The crowd was still huge...

Sighing heavily, he plucked Coconut off his shoulder, opting to hug the rowlet against his chest instead. Hopefully it wouldn't be as overwhelming if Coconut couldn't see all these people... "Alright. Let's go grab our luggage-"

Or... Not. It was impossible to tell where he was growing, this crowd was thick and he'd been sucked right into the centre of it, he was pretty sure someone's hand was on his- Yep. That was definitely a hand on his- Oh! Luggage! He could see it! Now how the heck was he supposed to get through this crowd, and over to the-

...That was easy.

An opening had thankfully formed, and Kekoa had taken it as an opportunity to slip out of the hurricane of bodies, still cradling Coconut close to his chest, a hand gently petting the top of his head. He didn't like crowds. Didn't like people, or Pokémon. He hadn't even known Pokémon could get anxiety- And ugh, this crowd was still big, maybe it would be easier to just wait a while, let everyone grab their luggage and then go find his when it wasn't as busy...

Yeah, that was probably a better idea. There was a bench nearby too, occupied, but still- Hopefully this stranger wouldn't mind some company? She... Looked nice enough. Not that he could really judge by appearance... But she wore some kind of robe, similar to the robes he'd seen his great granduncle wearing, in the picture Dad kept on the shelf in the living room- Religious wear, right? He was pretty sure that his great granduncle had been a monk, or something like that...

"Alola!" He waved over at Yume, pausing a short distance away to avoid crowding her, just in case she didn't want company. There was another person lurking nearby, so maybe she didn't want anyone sitting with her. Maybe that other guy had been told to keep their distance. Or they could just be lost... That was a possibility too. He shuffled in place, eyeing the other stranger for a moment before shifting his attention back to Yume. "You don't mind if I chill here for a while, do you? I was gonna wait for everyone else to finish grabbing their stuff before getting mine. My rowlet doesn't like crowds much." As if on cue, Coconut huffed. "And he refuses to stay in his ball, so I can't just head over there without him freaking out on me-" If only Coconut wasn't such a coward, he'd probably be able to send him over to grab the luggage himself, it wasn't as if his bag was too heavy to carry- Oh well...

 

[Prodigious Mage]

Two months.

Two months spent crammed in a too small room with a stranger, two months spent trying to convince herself that her family wouldn't find her, two months trying to work through the webbing of generational trauma that her grandmother had heaped onto her, two months spent awkwardly interacting with dozens of other passengers and crew that crossed her path, two months of terror and almost complete devoided of substantial human connection...

Annie had been on this boat for over two fucking months at this point, and she was just about ready to start screaming, her social battery having officially run-out over the course of her stay on the S.S. Hydra, and it wasn't likely to recover anytime soon with the way things were going at this point, and that irked her more then she was able to put to words.

It wasn't all bad though, Annie would admit, between the basic routine she had managed to establish, and the basic training she was able to Edan through, (which mainly consisted of getting him to respond to his nickname, but she digressed), she wasn't quite at the level that would require police involvement just yet, but damn was it close.

Edan, tiny avian that he was, had been a large comfort in the last eight or so weeks, he wasn't the best at soothing his irate trainer, but he tried, he nuzzled and cooed, and, occasionally, when left to his own devices, even tried to preen her hair, albeit, with mixed results, considering the fact that she typically kept it braided back into pigtails.

It was cute though, how sweet he was, small and adorable, and so, Annie had little trouble in deciding where what little money she had would go in terms of who got fed three times a day.

Nonetheless, it didn't stop every bit of annoyance that flowed through her veins, she was naturally irritable after all, and it was hard not to default to it.

So when it was finally time to leave, it wasn't a pretty look that decorated her face, all things considered, with her face drawn into a tight scowl, and looking ready to snarl at any hapless passerby who strayed too close for comfort.

Edan had been safely tucked away into his Pokèball for this, and for good reason, he was still skittish around people that weren't his trainer at this point, and Annie didn't want to subject him to more stimulation then was absolutely necessary for the time being.

[His trainer on the other hand, would have to brave the world for another day.]

Navigating the thickness of the crowds was, at best, an annoyance, pushing and pull, shoved one way, and then the other, nearly stumbling forward in another occurrence, and if it weren't for the fact that she had her hand curled tight around Edan's Pokèball, she was sure she felt searching hands scrape past hers in search for something to steal.

It wasn't the best idea to brave this alone, she knew, she could have, Hoenn had been familiar soil, and keeping to it, while certainly would have been harder then what Johto would entail, well...

The talk of marriage had sent her running for hills.

It was known that her grandmother was a traditional woman, set in her ways and refusing to budge from them, but to have her granddaughter marry so early, before she could have an actual say in what would go down...

To say she bolted would be an understatement of the century.

Blowing a stray lock of hair out of her vision, her eyes scanned the docks for where the luggage would be unloading, and focused in on the stern, nearly sighing at the mess she could already see from so far away.

Her luggage, if it could even be called that, was in a duffle that was as large as she was tall, a solid grey color decorated in little iron patches from anime or television shows, and was filled with odds and ends she thought would be useful, enough clothes for what she deemed to be travel appropriate, (and a dress, for more formal endeavors), money, what little she had in electronics, and books.

It wasn't much, but it was all she really had in the end.

So, as she drifted through the belts of luggage and mess of suitcases, she kept her eyes peeled for her duffle.

...There!

The familiar array of little iron-on patches caught her attention almost immediately, so she rushed forward, fingers curling around the bag just another hand did.

"What the hell, kid!"

Motherfucker!

A man, nearly three times her size had yanked her duffle from her hands before she could even properly grasp the strap, his face painted in fury as he looked down at her, lips pulled back in a snarl.

"You think you can just-" He sneered, leaning forward almost menacingly.

"This is my bag!" She snapped, her voice coming out in a shrill half-yell, going to grab for it again, only to stumble and fall forward when the man jerked sideways, causing her to land on her knees, scraping the skin badly, on the concrete of the dock.

"If your going to steal things, at least try harder," the man huffed, only to loose his balance when, Annie, fed up and so very done went for the mans legs, throwing all of her weight behind her lunge.

The man let out a strangled yell as they fell sideways, Annie not far beyond, the awkward tangle of limbs dislodging his grip on the dufflebag enough so that Annie could grap it fully, all but climbing over the man to do so, and then wrenching herself upwards into a standing posture, and slinging all of her belongings over her shoulder.

Only just dodging the hand that snapped out to grab hold of her ankle to yank her back down into the tangle of limbs, Annie ignored the sting of her knees, and made to sprint.

...only to keep her gaze focused on the Wannabe-Duffle-Thief and crash headfirst into a bench when she wasn't paying attention, landing almost comically on the other side in a heap.

For the love of fucking Arceus.

"Sometimes, I really fucking hate my life," she hissed, as she, made to get back on her feet for the second time.

 

[GojiBean]

Yume had already become so accustomed to the noise she almost didn't hear the sound of a young man calling "Alola!" Glancing over, their eyes met and she gave a meek wave in return to his call. And then he started trotting over to her which instantly made her hand come down and her back straightened. When he arrived and greeted her, asking if he could sit down, she stood up and gave a light bow with her hands folded over her lower stomach.

"Of course. I'm fairly certain this is a public bench. So you're welcome to it."

At least, that's what she wanted to say. But the sight of Rowlet caught her attention and she just barely brought her hand up in time to cover a smile and a tiny blush in her cheeks.

It was so cute!!

Blaze was cute, too, of course. But this little Pokemon, a Rowlet, was just adorable! So round. So poofy with its feathers. And seemingly having a little bit of an attitude with the words its trainer chose. She tried her best to hide the squeal of excitement and cuteness under the roar of the crowds around them. If he heard it would indeed be embarrassing.

Gathering herself for a moment, she again folded both hands over her lower stomach and gave a light bow.

"Please do pardon me!" She called above the crowd noise. "You're free to sit here if you'd like. Please, make yourself comfortable."

No sooner had she finished welcoming the stranger did Yume notice another young man who'd just ripped his suitcase away from someone who looked like they'd probably taken it by mistake. As the young man turned around and began walking away from the luggage circus Yume gave him a light smile, a little bow, and a wave of her hand. Seems everyone was having it rough today with this luggage issue.

Speak of the devil...

A moment later, another individual was a girl with injured knees, likely from a fall, was dashing away from the crowd behind her. Unfortunately, Yume wasn't carrying any medical supplies. So she couldn't treat the girl's knees yet. But maybe she could at least get her to come over to a spot where she could rest? There was more than enough space on the bench still. So, Yume waved to the girl, even hopping up and down a little in place to try and get her attention. Hopefully she'd see and come over.

FolKinPunk jump. Prodigious Mage

 

[FolKinPunk]

Carter Talmer​

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Interactions: Kekoa jump.
Mentions: GojiBean Prodigious Mage jump.
Location: Standing closest to Kekoa, near Yume

It didn’t take long for their eyes to find their way back to the robbed woman, and another person now moving between them. When his eyes darted in Carter’s direction they quickly looked away. Then up, then down. Then quickly at the pair again-

The robed woman was looking at Carter too-

Oh, she nodded at them. Nod? It was a bow. She bowed slightly, while gracing them with a small smile, and a little wave of her hand. She looked nice, in a friendly way. They blink at her, frozen in spot for a moment. A quick glance away, and back, and she still looked nice. As if it was easy for her, to look so kindly at a stranger. They wonder if the moment means anything to her too, or if it was as simple as she made it look.

Only, no one ever made that many gestures at once at them, at least such kind gestures. Everyone either ignored them, or were cruel. Sometimes someone would smile, or nod, but it was never someone that actually knew Carter.

The sound of something clanging disgustingly, vibrating, and a thump, jerking Carter out of the small, confusing moment. They look over with the others and see another girl, much more plain looking, spread out inelegantly on a bench. Did she just fall on it? She’s muttering something to herself, and already getting back on her feet.

Carter covers their mouth for a moment, and looks back at the robed woman and man from earlier who they didn’t even try to pass any judgment on yet to find the woman was… Waving, and hopping.

Oh. Of course. Of course Carter wasn’t special. Why would they be? Never before. The woman was just… Like that. With everyone? Strangers? That’s not too odd. That’s okay, that’s good, and she nodded at them.

She seems to be making a group, the man, the inelegant girl, and Carter. At least, if fate existed. The robed woman, religious robes. It would be fitting.

Carter takes a deep breath, and makes their way to their new fate. Hah. What a joke.

Stepping closer, they look the man up and down. He had long hair, which was unusual of men. They glance around, and see it.. Might be more common than they thought. There’s not too many men in the area with long hair, but they could see two… three… four? They absently reach up for their own hair, running their fingers over the short buzzed sides, then brushing through the longer strands on top of their head. Blinking slowly at the man.

“Oh…” They step back again, eyes focusing again only to see a Pokemon out of its ball. “Excuse me, your… Your Pokemon is out.” They gesture with their whole hand to the Pokemon. Eyes darting to look at the two girls, then back at the man, before landing back on the Pokemon. “I’ve never seen a Pokemon like that… Before, what... Kind of Pokemon, is it?”

Well that sentence could have gone more smooth, but they can't fault themself too much. First conversation now since getting here outside of the waiter for Popplio's food... Okay, they were faulting themself.

They could only hope it’s not a Fire type, but it was brown and green. Grass and ground? Just grass?

 

[jump.]

Kekoa

Location: Luggage claim
Currently Feeling: Sheepish
Interactions: GojiBean Yume, FolKinPunk Carter, Prodigious Mage Annie
Mentions: N/A.

Was she going to answer or...? Kekoa followed Yume's gaze, where she appeared to be fixated on Coconut, who was still tucked snugly against his chest, letting out the occasional chirp of impatience. "Looks like you have an admirer, buddy." Lowering his voice so that Yume hopefully wouldn't hear, he gave the rowlet a playful squeeze before easing his hold slightly, so that Coconut could move around more, if he wanted. And he did, turning his head to stare over at Yume, and the other strangers in vicinity.

Within less than a second, his face was once again smushed into Kekoa's chest, feathers puffy and tiny body trembling.

"Of course..." Still nervous around people. And Pokémon. And... Everything really. How did he end up with such a cowardly partner? Poor little guy... Oh! The bench was free, sweet, Coconut would probably be a bit more comfortable if he could sit down for a while- "Sweet, thanks!" Time to go rest his legs for a while, or-

Oh. Ouch. That looked kinda painful... "Hey, are you alright?" Was that girl okay? She'd just faceplanted the bench. Or the ground? She'd tripped over the bench, it had happened so quickly, so out of the blue, that he hadn't really processed exactly how this new person was sprawled out on the ground. Shit. Did she need help getting up? He could probably just use one arm to support Coconut- "Do you need help?" He'd offer, just in case. Support Coconut with one arm, extend the other out for the girl to take, if she needed assistance.

He glanced back over his shoulder as someone else spoke up. The man from before, who'd been idling nearby. He seemed friendly enough, despite the comment about Coconut being out of his ball... "He would be in the ball if he wasn't so stubborn." It wasn't a problem though, right? Sure, Coconut wasn't exactly friendly, but he was far too anxious around people to attack them, or even look at them. Besides, he couldn't just force the little guy into his ball, he'd just escape it. "He won't go near you or anything, don't worry." Right. Two people had shown interest in Coconut now. Maybe it'd be easier to just introduce him? "He's a rowlet, but his name is Coconut! Though he also answers to buddy, lil dude and just Coco!"

 

[GojiBean]

The girl seemed to dash away rather than come over to seek help for their knees. Yume stopped hopping and tilted her head as she tried to wrap her head around the idea of why someone wouldn't want help with a wound like that.

"She must have had her reasons..." She whispered.

However, there was no time for that.

She caught the part about Rowlet being in the ball if it wasn't so "stubborn," and that made Yume chuckle as she turned back towards the pair and came a step closer, looking at Rowlet whose name had been revealed as "Coconut."

"Are we certain it's Coco who's stubborn?" She asked sweetly while leaning in closer to the adorable Owl Pokemon. "Coco looks too innocent for such accusations." She chuckled.

Yume slowly extended her hand towards Coco, stopping about a foot away so he could see that she was friendly and just trying to get closer so he could see and smell her before any interaction. She'd learned from her time at the Shrine that all Pokemon have their comfort zones with human contact, even when fully domesticated by Trainers. She'd reached for a trained Spearow once to try and stroke its chest to show it she was friendly, but it pecked her hand and was reprimanded by its Trainer for doing so. Still, Yume realized it was her fault. She'd moved too quickly.

Luckily for her, she learned from past mistakes... Most of the time.

FolKinPunk jump.

 

[FolKinPunk]

Carter Talmer​

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Interactions: Kekoa and Yume
Mentions: GojiBean jump.
Location: Luggage Claim

They nod when the man just says the Rowlet was stubborn. They smile awkwardly at him then, contemplating. It’s got a name, it responds to more than one name, and its owner just lets it… Sit out of its ball. They attempt to step closer, curious if it not ‘going near them’ was from aggression or fear. Scrutinizing the Rowlet, before the girl from before approaches again.

Blinking and looking at the girl, the girl in robes. She was already leaning closer to talk to the Rowlet. They already feel their face heating up and they step back, away from the robed girl and her exposed self. Really, what was that outfit?

“Oh.” Everyone was talking. Of course they weren’t, they got lost in their thoughts. “... A Rowlet. Uh, I’ve got… I’ve got a Popplio.” They supply, rocking on their heels. They try to look the man in the eye but quickly look up after the slightest bit of eye contact was made.

That was polite, right? They mentioned their pokemon, since he mentioned his… And… Made eye contact. Yeah, they did good.

They glance at the robed girl quickly and panicky, “Pokemon all look the same as one another, except for small details. Their looks can be very deceiving. If they,” They gesture to the man, and look up towards the sky, “Say it’s stubborn, then it might be best to believe them.” Letting their hand fall back down, they nod to themselves.

Yes, very good. Polite, and showing they can be trustworthy, by showing trust to them. They grip tighter their suitcase and glance around, smiling, happy with their effort and social interaction so far. They shuffle to get their suit case behind them, grabbing their wrist with their free hand and settle into a comfortable stance.