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{Hello hello all! I have done something a little impulsive, but I hope this will be helpful in the long run, haha.}

{I literally just made it like less than an hour ago, but I now have a personal blog! I felt like it would be a good way for me to like, keep giving y'all life updates without having to spam my roleplay blogs every single time. And! It will mean that anyone that doesn't care about my IRL stuff can just not follow this blog or keep an eye on it and they'll be just peachy~ I hope to get it like, fixed up and stuff eventually, but I am not going to rush it. It's going to very very slow going.}

that liked learning people's names, and everyone was just so nice!! especially in somewhere like unova. sure there were some bad eggs--and even they were okay!! she just probably got off on the wrong foot, she could always be someone's friend anyway--but on the whole this place was great!!

...and way less stressful than kalos. not that she didn't love home...but she hadn't been there in so long. she hoped it hadn't changed too much.

" uuhhh! sure! that sunds fun, and i'm hungry. " she looked at the pass, squinting at it, then turning her gaze back to the other.

"None so grand as our own, I assure you," Cyrano barked the reply proudly, almost puffing out his chest. "You will find that Blueberry Academy is, in a great many ways, quite advanced compared to the schools of other regions. As a matter of fact, I make it a personal goal to ensure it."

The director turned on his heel and led Silva to the elevator, making a minor adjustment to his hat despite the fact the thing hadn't even budged on his head the whole time. A habit perhaps, or just a tic of pride since he seemed to be absolutely swelling with it, like a balloon being filled up with just a little too much air.

"Here at Blueberry Academy, we recognize the importance of teaching our students independence and responsibility for themselves, so we have implemented our own currency system that works as a reward for the amount of hard work that a student puts in to their studies. Students complete Blueberry Quests and other achievements during their classes in order to receive a predetermined amount of Blueberry Points which they can then spend in the school store, contribute to clubs, and use in other ways to better their experience here. How much they work to earn these are up to the students themselves, but with all thins, busy bees are often put ahead of the game. Though that isn't to say success or failure hinges on ones dedication to BP. Far from it."

Emmet found himself a bit speechless, just staring at the other in mild confusion as he called him funny. Emmet considered clarifying that he wasn't joking, but refrained from doing so. If it was important he was sure it would come up again, And Cyrano could just explain what he meant then. Frankly, Emmet was just kind of glad someone thought he was making a joke- and a successful one at that! That was a pretty rare occurrence. He couldn't wait to tell Ingo and Elesa. Besides, a little misunderstanding between friends wasn't much to worry about- especially not when there were much more exciting things to discuss!

"It is!" He chirped, so enamored by their surroundings that he practically skipped as he walked. "In Galar, trainers can use power spots to dynamax their passengers. Mega evolution was first discovered in Kalos. Alola has special crystals that can power up pokemons' moves... I have always been sorrrrt of jealous of other regions!" Battle wise, Unova's biggest claim to fame was the invention of triple and rotation battles. It was fun to switch things up every once in a while with different kinds of battles, but before the terrarium, Unova just hadn't been able to meet the requirements of other regions' unique battle styles.

"Out of everything, I feel verrrry lucky to be able to see terastallization in person!" It was definitely his favourite of the bunch. Mega evolution was pretty cool too, and although it was more accessible than the others, neither Emmet or his brother had any pokemon that possessed that ability.

Although he knew the rapid switch in climate was coming up, Emmet couldn't help but let out a big gasp as they crossed the line into the coastal biome. It felt as if they'd suddenly teleported to the beach, but he could still see the biome they'd left right behind them. He adjusted he bag he carried with him, making sure he still had all of the supplies he'd packed for his first ever Paldean styled picnic.

Cyrano waved his hand dismissively, "You shouldn't have to worry too much. The sky is merely a screen projection, and so is the sun. We do have ways of simulating the needs of our pokemon here, but as far as simply walking in the light goes, you won't receive any UV damage."

The headmaster banked off their current trajectory to find a place for the two of them to make a nice picnic. It was nice and flat, and the pokemon that were hanging around this area weren't so curious that they would be attempting any shenanigans. At least... Cyrano didn't think they would, if he remembered correctly... But in any case it was a beautiful view and it would make for a nice, calm scene for them to enjoy while they took part in their meal and their pokemon's company. And so he set to work right away getting everything ready for the picnic. He knew he should host since he was, well, the host, after all, and he was quite proud of his picnic decor setup, with his own Silver bottle, blue cup, and matching blue plaid tablecloth and seats. The spitting image of his lovely academy, if he did say so himself.

“Treasured business partner … as if. I’m just some nobody kid that’s good at fighting and syncing with my partners.”

He’s trying to hype them up. Ree knows this, but somehow, they can’t seem to acknowledge or accept it. Grownups always have a catch to these types of things.

Cautiousness is important.

Cyrano could hardly consider an idea like that. For him ambition came before the four walls that surrounded him, and even his own culture took a back seat to the drive to succeed in the goals he had set before him. Friends could always be made, after all. But then again, he was speaking from the position of one who was now quite privileged and had had a full life behind him. Maybe the cultures set in his blood meant very little when they were now so deeply integrated into himself. And maybe this one was a little more like Clavell, who seemed to feel the need to slip into a skin more fitting for the world around him than to boldly be himself (granted, Cyrano really doubted that given their attitude up to this point). And really for some people, as silly as it seemed to him, maybe the idea of traveling into a new world and new experiences was just a little too much.

"Well, I could certainly do that, but given your reaction to the idea I don't think I will," Cyrano replied shifting his weight as he placed a hand on his hip. "I quite like my business, and it has never been the business of forcing people into situations they absolutely didn't ask for." This was a blatant lie. He had forced people into situations they didn't ask for all the time. Not that he could remember that at the moment. "Should you ever change your mind, you can contact me whenever and I'll be happy to accommodate you. Do you have a pokemon that can get messages over long distances? I know rotom phones aren't the norm everywhere, but I wouldn't want to leave you without a chance for you to get in touch."

which … they don’t. They’ve got a lot going on right here in Alola. and besides all that … they wouldn’t have any support in Unova from Skull Gang.

That’s the worst thing Ree can imagine.

"Can't afford it?" Cyrano sounded shocked. "Does my Academy really rely on student funding that much?"

He probably would have known that if he thought about it for even a moment. As much as Cyrano enjoyed picking up talented battlers to bring into his school, the majority of his students paid a pretty penny to attend. The sad truth of the matter was that all of that high end tech and state of the art facilities required a lot of money to develop and then maintain. There was little anyone in the facility could do about that much. But Cyrano hadn't really started the Academy to make money. He'd wanted to support and develop the talents of battlers all across Unova and beyond. Speaking with someone not in a privileged enough position to attend just convinced Cyrano he needed to focus on bolstering his exchange program. He didn't want money of all things to be what kept a talented ace from reaching new heights.

"You certainly do seem to have what it takes to walk among the rest of my student body, though." he continued, deciding at once what he was going to do about this particular situation. "Should you ever feel a desire to join, you let me know. I'll be happy to find a place for a treasured business partner."

Having her testimony that would be used in advertising? This was rather sudden; coming from the school that's in her home region and only attending it as a dual enrollment program between the two schools.

And then using that nickname in particular also caught her off guard.

The way that he suddenly opened his eyes and dipped his head low to gaze at her for a moment shifted the tone of the conversation on a dime. He wondered what could possibly be going on inside that head to cause a reaction like that. He would have expected her to be rather used to conversations like this but she had appeared to space out for a moment like something had snatched her right out of the moment... Not that he wasn't used to people being surprised by him, but it caught him just as off guard. Was it surprise that did that, or pain? He didn't have any real information that would give him reason to assume as much, and doing so verbally would be rude.

But the pocket of seriousness died just as instantly as it had come when Cyrano made the decision that whatever had just happened would probably be best dealt with by drowning it out with mirth. No one wanted to ruminate on past experiences. As much as he often missed memories he knew must have at one time been precious, he knew there were some things that probably were better off forgotten. If it was something sad, even though he couldn't be sure of it, he didn't want to pry too much or make the situation worse.

His grin brightened and he seemed to stand a bit taller as Cyrano approved of his proposed picnic. Perhaps it was a bit silly to be so excited over something as trivial as that, but on the uncommon occasion that Emmet actually managed to actually slow down and relax, it was often some of the simpler things in life that he enjoyed the most. It was hard to slow down, but it was worth it for the little moments of life he'd miss out on otherwise. That could certainly wait until a bit later, though. Right now, he was much more interested in learning about and seeing more of the terrarium. And hopefully, they'd find the ideal picnic spot along the way! Food always tasted better at the end of a journey, too.

"...No. I do not believe I 'catch your drift'." He did air quotes around the idiom. "If you are further suggesting something- you will have to explain it to me. Clearly and concisely." A small pause, realizing that he might be coming across as a little too demanding. "Please." There. That was better! Though he was fairly confident Cyrano knew him well enough not to be offended, he still wanted to try his best to be polite while he was technically a guest in the other's facility- which he was only becoming more impressed and excited about by the second! He excitedly swung his arms as he followed the director, doing his best to keep his pace a bit slower than usual, to match the other's.

"You don-- Oh! Hahaha, you really are funny when you want to be, aren't you?" Cyrano would slap him over the shoulder if he didn't worry he might actually get himself banned from the battle subway.

The proposition set his eyes glimmering with excitement, though. Learning about and adopting technologies from places that were willing to work with him was all well and good, of course. However, the idea of just... Reverse engineering anything he wanted was far more interesting of an idea to him. To have the ability to simply create their own innovations just with some astute observations and a little bit of experimentation. And if it could prove beneficial for both of their facilities, he was sure any setbacks in the process could be... mostly swept under the rug.

"Ah, isn't marvelous!?" Cryano harped to the comment bout terastellization. "When I visited my friend Clavell in Paldea and discovered its existence, I could barely contain my excitement. I knew I had to bring that kind of experience in to Unova. If I could spread the same similar intricacies from other regions I absolutely would, but I'm still working on that one. But terastellizing is by far one of the more interesting of these, however. The way you can change a battle in your favor by altering the type of your pokemon creates such a thrill."

is he …

okay…?????

The guy is just … standing there. Thinking. Ree’s foot jiggles a little as they adjust their wheelchair, watching this guy, wondering if they have to, like.. call??? Someone???

old guys are so weird.

“Okay, bet. Thirty four boxes … I’ll sell em to you for three hundred, since you’re taking a bunch of em.” That’s what businesspeople do, right? Sales???? On large bulk orders??? They don’t know.

"And at a price like that. I think the staff will be quite proud of me for this one." They wouldn't. "By the by, how is your battling skills? I can't recall if I've ever seen you attending my academy before, but I'd be interesting in seeing how well you do in the ring. Maybe bring some more cultural insight to my school?"

He didn't expect this particular line would get very far, to be honest, but it was worth the shot. He couldn't think of any students of his that were actually from Alola, and any way he could improve his facility by sharing knowledge and companionship across borders was always a good opportunity. He didn't have much of an idea of the battling ability of this kid, but that could really be figured out later when he had established an interest in the first place.

{Guess who's finally back, y'all? I have a ton of stuff to catch up on across all of my accounts, but before that I wanna make sexuality posts for all of the muses that don't have one yet. Abe, Saguaro, Cyrano, and Byron I think is the extent of it. I would make some for Kaoru and Souan, but I'm still kind of struggling to get any kind of muse for either of them so I think I should wait until I catch up on their blog, if that even happens. Right now I'm just going to focus on folks I do have muse for and do theirs.}

{Sorry about the absence, folks. I've had a pretty busy weekend and haven't had a chance to get online. It's the summer and Sibling hasn't gone on the road yet, so that's likely to be the case for a while longer yet.}

{But! If I get some time to pull out my computer I'll try to do something. For the meantime just be patient with me a little longer~ I might pop in and answer asks at some point, but activity will continue to be low until I'm no longer needed.}

The flavors are always unique, that’s for sure …

“Right now, I can’t handle any big orders. The alolan championship conference is next month, an’ i’m gettin’ ready for that. But I can make a decent order for ya, if that’s what you need.”

a school? — oh, right. The one that lady was a teacher of. In Unova.

A championship! How had he not been informed? Or... Had he been informed and simply forgot? Either case was very possible at this point. Oh, but what was he thinking? He had a business deal to manage. Not getting a large order was pretty unfortunate, but to be honest, he really hadn't even been able to get that many. It was one kid running a program on their own, and whatever help they were getting likely wasn't going to be enough to keep up with big demand like what he was asking for...

He could definitely take this out of the school funds, couldn't he...?

Fighting through every ounce of wild, off the wall thought speeding through his mind at a breakneck pace, Cyrano continued this cyclic internal monologue for some time, simply sitting in silence with his eyes closed, as if he were in very deep thought. When he did eventually come back around to his initial thought, which was honestly only whether or not he should make another purchase, he gave a firm nod as if some very big decision had been made instead.

"Very well, I think that will be perfectly suitable amount," Cyrano replied as if he hadn't been sitting there for a good four minutes just thinking. "And I'll let you know which flavors are the most popular among my students to help with your future decisions."

@blueskilled approached!

"Back again," Cyrano hummed, adjusting the brim of his hat. "How did your fundraiser go? Did it take off or did you come back to try something new?"

Oh yeah. Ree remembers this guy — he’s the guy they sold some Skull Scout cookies to, right before the whole thing with ghetsis went down.

They had been so stressed and angry that they almost forgot.

But this guy made an impression. Ree looks up at him, and the eevee in their lap’s ear twitches.

"Well, that would depend on what kind of flavors you have now," Cyrano chirped back. "I might be willing to put in for something interesting. Your last batch was quite the hit among our students."

He twirled his hat and popped it back on his head, proud of himself for making such a good call on this young entrepreneur. They looked a little bit like they were about to implode, but that was just all the more reason to keep supporting them. And that very important... uh... goal they were working towards...

What was it they were trying to do again...?

Oh well, cookies were cookies.