Norman wouldnāt necessarily say it out loud, but he is a creature of habit and routine. He likes to do things in a certain way, at a certain time and at a certain place. To him, it feels like he has complete control over it. Thereās no uncertainties for the most part. Itās hard for him to describe, other than it gives him comfort and helps him settle in his own skin. A break in his routine often leaves him feeling a little uncertain.
Like today, for example.
After lunch on Tuesdays, Thursdays and the occasional Saturday, Norman would leave his Gym for about an hour or so to take a walk through Petalburg Woods. Itās a routine he developed during his early years of being a Gym Leader, as the stresses of the day tend to creep up when he least expects it. Taking a step away from the Gym, and taking a nice long walk through nature helps him to relax, as well as recharging his batteries to tackle on the rest of his day.
Of course, he also takes the opportunity to pick up lost items to bring back with him. Sometimes itās the odd tupperware container, other times itās a PokeGear. Norman understands that it can get tricky to navigate in the forest, and that visibility isnāt the best the deeper you get in, but it still astounds him on how inattentive people could get. Certainly one would have made sure that all of their items were still on their person. Evidently, thatās not the case.
Heās been here for years, so he knows the paths by heart. Norman had only entered the forest for a little while before he hears footsteps rapidly approaching, followed by a breathless cry for his name. He turns around to find a frantic looking young man, who told him through gulps of air that there had been trouble. Apparently, heād been jumped by a couple of thieves, and then a kid who had witnessed the event had went after them.
āI-I knew you were in here, and thought youād be better to handle them! Please help him!ā Norman gives a solemn nod, a pat on his shoulder as thank you for informing this to him before heās off like a rocket in the direction heās given. As a Gym Leader, he has the responsibility to look out for the safety of the citizens. Thieves who thought they could run rampant within his turf? They have another thing coming.
Eventually, he exits the forest, entering Route 104. Norman immediately zeroes in at the sound of a scuffle up ahead, and comes to a scene of a Pokemon battle between a kid and a couple of adults. The Gym Leader wastes no time in sending out his Kangaskhan, her appearance briefly commanding attention. He takes the opportunity to approach the kid.
āAre you alright, young man?ā he asks with a serious look.
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For approximately 48 hours at the age of 7, Leaf though she was a Clefairy princess trapped in a human body.Ā She thought she had a greater mission to accomplish, and that she had to reunite with her people.Ā She snuck out of her house one night and spent the night with the Clefairy, where she figured out she didnāt like nature very much.Ā She returned home before morning.Ā No one knows about this, not even her parents.Ā Sheās never told anyone either.Ā Ā
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Karen, relieved the flight was over, stood up grabbing her purse and luggage, preparing herself, she placed on her sun hat, sun glasses, and pulled her luggage behind her as she strutted down the walkway in her yellow heels, walking down the bridge and into the airport exit, Karen scanned the area for the Champion that had requested she make the commute.
All in all, Fire had to admit that he had never been very good at navigating cities. He was from Pallet Town, after all -- basically, crowded urban areas werenāt his natural habitat. So it was no surprise that he was late meeting Red at the determined rendezvous spot. And not just a little late.
He may have also slowed down to sample some locally-made treats at a roadside stand. Donāt tell Red.
A familiar figure stood out to him in the distance, and Fire approached at a typical ambling pace, raising a hand to get his attention.
āHey,ā he called out, approaching his friend with an apology already at the ready.Ā āSorry Iām late.ā
Not the best effort put into his words, but the other was likely used to Fireās rather... easy-going pace by now.
Sun tries to take time out if he can when flooded with fear and anxiety, walking around or by having a cup of tea to distract himself. If he canāt do that, he just focuses on his breathing.
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āSomeday I want to be able to buy my parents the beachside house theyāve always wanted.Ā They work too hard and arenāt rewarded enough.Ā I want to help make sure they can retire, but I donāt know how Iām going to do it,āĀ Ā
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Night time in Lumiose City could honestly be described as the most beautiful sight to see in all of Kalos. At night, Lumiose Tower was completely lit up, and all around the magnificent city, streetlights would light up, one by one, almost like stars in the night-sky. This contrasted with many of the homes in Lumiose, whose lights turned on almost simultaneously, with the exception of few homes who were either empty, or late to the fact that it was nighttime.Ā
Electronic advertisement boards shone brightly through the darkness, showing large pictures of famous actors, like Diantha, or famous trainers throughout Pokemon history.Ā
However, aside from the tower shining proudly in the centre of Lumiose, nothing could compare to the sight of Hotel Richissime.
The famous, and rather expensive Hotel had been lit up, dressed up, and prepared for a rather history-making social event, all planned by one man. Lysandre. Having made countless physical and economical donations to various different charities and establishments in need, Lysandre had been attempting to come back from his downfall involving Geosenge Town, and this social event was no different from the others - with the exception of one thing.
Lysandre had sent out invitations to many of the worlds finest trainers, as depicted on many of the advertisement boards scattered around Lumiose.Ā āA chance to meet those, you only see in your dreamsā, was one of the many slogans on the invites for many sponsors and millionaires that lived around Kalos.Ā
Thankfully, most had come, to Lysandreās pleasure, and the entire event seemed to be going well.Ā
The entire hotel had been rented just for this event, with anyone who came getting a key to one of the many rooms for free. The main lobby of the hotel, was full of tables, with various refreshments dotted all over the white sheets, there was entertainment in the form of a jazz band playing in the corner, and lots of talking and mingling amongst trainers and millionaires. Sat atop the main receptionist desk was a pot for donations, which was very much almost full of money. It was being guarded by a very tired and grumpy Pyroar, which belonged to Lysandre, of course.
The man himself was stood with a glass of champagne in hand, with a holo-caster in his hand. He appeared to be speaking to Sycamore, but their conversation had just finished.Ā āAgain, Augustine, It was a shame you couldnāt make it tonight. The guests were rather...Ā optimiste to see the Pokemon Professor of Kalos. But... I suppose it canāt be helped.Ā bonne nuit mon amiā
Hanging up, he slid the holo-caster back into the pocket of a rather fanciful suit. It was considerably different from his usual black suit with red trimming. Instead, it was white, with black trimming, and a white tie that contrasted the black dress shirt he wore. He wore low heel black shoes, which were polished to look pristine, and he looked extremely presentable, which was the way Lysandre preferred to look.
Taking a sip of his drink, he scanned the crowd, smiling. The room was full of such beauty, such perfection and elegance was all in one room, together. It was almost like a dream but... this mindset was what caused his downfall. His own ambitions were put before People and Pokemon, and that, was something he was trying to break.
Lance is somewhat ambidextrous. There had been a time during his early Champion days where he broke his dominant arm. Instead of resting like any person with common sense, he chose to continue doing his work like usual, using his left hand. It had been difficult, and there had probably been a few documents that got ripped, but he pushed on with sheer will and spite. Heās still able to, but for the most part, use his left hand but he sticks with his right.
