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[attr="class","aodimgtext"]Palila, level 9 Natu • 150/150 HP • 5/5 EP

[attr="class","aodimgtext"]Molokai, level 10 Charmander • 150/150 HP • 5/5 EP

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Fayne propped up the tent as Molokai gathered rocks of various sizes and Palila collected grass, leaves, and twigs to use for the fire. Gagnier, the devious Salandit that could only seem to think about hunger and himself, scampered up a nearby tree and shook free a handful of berries that had only recently become ripe enough to eat. The petrologist grunted and cursed under her breath as she continued to wrestle with the cheap tent. Though she ultimately managed to set it up, something about it didn’t look right. There were odd lumps along one side, and the roof appeared to be leaning. Regardless, it stayed up even when Fayne tested it with a shove.
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As the sun began to sip below the horizon, Fayne dug a shallow hole and circled it with the rocks Palila had retrieved. Once satisfied, the young researcher created a small tipi out of the kindling Molokai had gathered. “Light it up,” Fayne muttered, and the bearded-dragon-sized Charmander obliged by turning and resting his flaming tail on a batch of dry grass. Within a matter of seconds, everything in the hole was consumed by fire, illuminating everything in the vicinity. Without saying a word, Fayne stood and walked to a nearby tree where she snapped off some thick branches that would keep the fire going for more than just a few minutes. As she did, Gagnier fell from the canopy above and warbled something at his new trainer before scampering over to the open tent flap. Fayne eyed him cautiously until he disappeared from sight. After a few moments, the petrologist walked back to the fire, tossed a few branches onto it, and placed the remaining fuel a short distance away.
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“Who’s hungry?” she asked, a smile slowly creeping across her face as Gagnier, who had been doing something inside the tent, reappeared and began to snarl with approval. Molokai too begged with a series of growls. Fayne smirked and cast a glance toward Palila, who had found a nice tree to rest in. The Natu neither said nor did anything in response, only observed. Fayne turned back to the two lizards before her and reassured them with a quick and casual, “Alright then. Wait here.” With that, she walked to her backpack, which was resting against the truck of a nearby tree, and retrieved some containers of food. “I wasn’t expecting to have so many mouths to feed this early in my journey,” she admitted, though mostly only to herself. “I hope I have enough to last.”
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Only once Fayne had gathered four plastic containers did she return to the fire and take a seat. “For Molokai,” she began, popping the lid off the first container to reveal some multi-colored balls that looked like Trix cereal or a random assortment of candies. The Charmander instantly moved, but he wasn’t fast enough. Gagnier had taken the initiative and lunged forward to steal what wasn’t his. Molokai growled and bared his teeth, the flame on his tail growing ever larger the closer the Salandit got to his meal. Before a fight could break out, Fayne gave Gagnier a good, hard pat on the nose. Surprised at the scolding, the black and red lizard recoiled and stared at his trainer. “That’s not for you. This is,” she explained while popping the lid off of a second plastic container. Inside was generic kibble. A more picky Pokemon might have turned up their nose at such an offering, but not Gagnier. His eyes glistened with joy and he dove in without a moment’s hesitation.
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Once she was certain Molokai and Gagnier would be okay eating by one another, Fayne popped off the lid to a fruit salad. She silently placed the meal beside her, on the opposite side from the lizards, and gave Palila a single glance before turning to the very last container. Inside were two sandwiches. She grabbed the first one and began to eat. She was halfway through it by the time Palila fluttered down from her branch and accepted the fruit salad with a quiet twitter of approval. Fayne smiled and kept an eye on the road a few yards off. She wasn't expecting to see anyone traveling the road so late in the afternoon, but she could've sworn she heard something or someone approaching.


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_{TAG ▸ Sawyer Allen
[break]NOTE ▸ Trying a new template!}

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[Sawyer Allen]

    Sawyer couldn’t say he was -nervous- necessarily, but he did enjoy the thought of getting out of the city and away from the peering eyes of people who may have some connection to Novac, and thus Fiend Squad. He glanced down at Mr. Glass and he naturally couldn’t read any expression but he could feel a calm coolness radiating from his partner. He smiled and shook the nerves from his head as they walked into the forested terrain of route 6. As they walked further from the city and deeper into the rough, he saw a fire and so he hushed the meditite unnecessarily, the pokemon was disturbingly quiet.

    They creeped up on the campsite and watched from a nearby bush as a young woman appeared to squabble with her fire lizards. Sawyer watched with amusement as she straight up booped the salandit and it looked at her, offended. He had to smother a chuckle and even Mr. Glass looked amused at the display with an eyebrow raised. This was an interesting gal, handling these rowdy lizard pokemon with her aura reminded him of a flickering flame, the way it glowed around her. However, seemingly due to her frustration over the bickering pokemon, but it was amazing to watch the aura mellow to blue as the Natu came to eat in front of her. This pokemon appeared to be a source of tranquility and calmness for the young lady.

    Sawyer’s legs began to cramp and as such he misstepped. This caused the young fiery lady to look up and down the path, closed to wear he was currently crouched. He decided he might as well go greet her. Charmanders are rare and this one was particularly small so it may be easier to steal. This gal was also young in comparison to him so may be easily deceived. He got up from where he was hiding and whispered to Mr. Glass, “Stay cool man.” The pokemon stared back at him knowingly and they proceeded down the path to greet the grouping around the fire.


(4/5 steps mystery eggy)

[Fayne Abernathy]

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Fayne cocked an eyebrow when a man emerged from behind a tree some short distance away. By his side was a small humanoid, maybe the size of Gagnier if the lizard chose to stand on two legs instead of four. The fading light of dusk was enough for the young researcher to see the man’s features. He had blue hair and glasses. He looked scrawny and weak. A regular nerd. His Meditite didn’t help with her perception of him either. Psychic types could be fierce in their own right, but introverts and other knowledge-seekers tended to be the ones who favored such types. Fayne had no doubt she’d be able to take on these two if they tried anything funny. Though her shoulders stiffened with uncertainty and anticipation, she tried to keep her tone pleasant and friendly.

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“Good evening.” Molokai turned at the sound and stopped eating when he noticed the strangers approaching; Palila continued pecking at her fruit salad, her unblinking eyes locked onto the Meditite; and Gagnier, of course, was oblivious or indifferent to the new company, for he continued happily munching away on his kibble. Fayne’s eyes scanned the man once more. She didn’t exactly want to invite him to stay at her campsite for the night because she had no idea who he was or what he wanted, but it was getting late and if he hadn’t set up a tent already then he probably didn’t have any camping gear. Either that or he had foolishly planned to set it up after dark. Instead of offering to help or shooing the man away altogether, Fayne chose to talk about the weather and see where the conversation went from there -- “Nice night, isn't it?”

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_{TAG ▸ Sawyer Allen
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[Sawyer Allen]

    Sawyer greeted her with a wide, disarming smile and a wave. “Hello there! It is beautiful out,” he agreed as he made his way to her campfire and plopped down across from her. Mr. Glass assumed the same position next to him, crossing his legs and simply watching with his forever curious gaze. “My name is Sawyer and this is my friend, Mr. Glass. You have to watch him though, he’s kinda a loud mouth.” He gestured to his pokemon and chuckled while he said this. Mr. Glass fingered his bowtie at the introduction. He turned his attention back to the young lady in front of him. “So what brings you out to these parts anyways?” He says as he gets a berry out for Mr. Glass and a MRE for himself. “I’m kinda nervous out here and you seem to be better set up than me with all your gear,” he motions to the tent and campfire. At this he makes a face with his lowly backpack filled with the bare minimum... now looking like below the bare minimum. Naturally this line of conversation is intended to make the girl feel more comfortable with his presence, while at the same time making her feel bad about -him-. His nerdy appearance plays into this rouse as it might just make it easier to steal that tiny charmander he is trying not to eye…

(5/5 steps mystery eggy)

[Fayne Abernathy]

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Fayne watched the man carefully as he made himself comfortable on the opposite side of the campfire, not waiting to be invited. This guy was getting way too comfortable way too fast. Subconsciously, the petrologist shifted in her seat and sat up a little straighter. Although she was not immediately aware of why she did this, the truth was that she didn't want to be seen as weak or defenseless. Something in her heart of hearts believed that if she looked taller, more stiff, or somehow tougher then this guy wouldn't dare try messing with her or her Pokemon. In her conscious mind, however, she was confident. She had more Pokemon and she had more muscle mass than him.
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Perhaps in response to this shift in demeanor, the man introduced himself as Sawyer and his Pokemon companion as Mr. Glass, an apparently loudmouth. That had to be a joke -- Meditite's weren't usually very social creatures. The young researcher snorted through her nose and offered a weak smile at the quip. It seemed as though this man was trying to lighten the mood and break the ice with some humor. Fayne had to give him some credit for trying, provided that actually was his intent. The bowtie around the psychic Pokemon's neck further drove home the fact that Sawyer was an aspiring funnyman. "I'm Fayne. This is Molokai, Gagnier, and Palila," she said while pointing to each of her Pokemon as she named them. The Charmander growled happily, but the other two remained silent. Gagnier the Salandit was too engrossed with the food before him and Palila the Natu simply continued to stare at Mr. Glass with an unblinking gaze.
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Then came a question: what brought Fayne and her party out to these parts? "I'm heading down to Pine Town. My first attempt to make it didn't go so well," she explained, intentionally leaving it vague before shifting the subject. "I've been told I over-prepare. If you can survive on berries and granola bars then more power to you." Her words were clipped and somewhat hostile as she continued to eye the man across the fire with suspicion. Molokai didn't have such reservations, however, for as soon as he finished his meal, he waddled over to the two strangers. He growled and chirped and swished his flaming tail excitedly as he approached Mr. Glass, communicating in his own Pokemon-way that he wanted to play. Fayne's attention shifted from Sawyer to watch the two Pokemon with curiosity and anticipation

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