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The regional variants of Alola always fascinated Quentin, and even now he couldn’t get over how unique they were. The way they looked, how they acted, how they came to be, all of it just made Quentin want to get as much research about them done as possible. Now that he was on one of the islands, the scientist was determined to observe one in the wild.

He looked around the Poni Wilds, slowly spinning in a circle. he muttered to himself as Fermata watched silently. He was taking note of the foliage and different aspects of the environment, and the trainers in the area. He was also paying close attention to the palm trees. While he tried to stay impartial during his work, Alolan Exeggutor was always one of his favorite pokemon. Something about the silly way it looked always amused the scientist. He would be happy seeing the Alolan variant of any pokemon, his day would be made if he got to see an Exeggutor.

Quentin stopped spinning suddenly, heading off towards one of the larger trees as Fermata stuck close to his side. He began making notes of the area again; everything seemed normal, some patches of tall grass, a few trainers wandering around, an artist of some kind nearby, and the large palm tree right in his way.

The scientist walked closer to examine the base of the tree, looking for any signs of legs or a tail like an Exeggutor might have. Quentin let out a heavy, disappointed sigh when he realized it was just a normal tree. He thought for a moment, looking for the nearest person he could ask for directions. Quentin slowly approached one of them, trying his best to get her attention.

starter for @feypalette​

Melemele Meadow was a bright yellow, and fluorescent patch of land, filled to the brim with bright yellow and golden flowers, which each gave off a very particular scent that attracted a variety of different Pokemon.

moodboard for Trial Captain Mina / @feypalette​

❝and every time I take a step we’re moving forwards faster and lately I can’t take it❞

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Lillie climbed the steps of the Altar slowly, careful to keep her distance from the crumbling edges. She felt the effects of the Repels she’d used gradually fading as she walked. Even though she was a Trainer now, unlike the last time she had set foot in this place, the wild Pokemon in Poni Canyon were stronger than her team could handle. She had thought about waiting to return until her Pokemon were up to the challenge, but that was a long way away, and she wanted to visit to the spot where she had seen Alola’s legends come to life. Fortunately, wild Pokemon avoided the Altar itself, so she didn’t bother to apply another Repel.

The stairs finally gave way to her destination – the platform with an inlaid Alolan symbol. Raised above the cliffs of the canyon, she had a clear view out to the horizon. It was a perfect place to observe tonight’s meteor shower, and any other celestial entities that might grace Alola’s sky.

Stars pierced the sky as the sun dropped low. Just after it dipped below the horizon, a new glow suddenly flooded the Altar. Light as bright as the midday sun poured out of a circle hovering a few feet off the ground. More bled through cracks emanating from the edges of the disk, as if the air itself were fracturing. The sight was hard to look at directly, not only because of the dazzling light, but also the way that space seemed to bend and warp nearby.

An Ultra Wormhole.

Lillie tried to keep her breathing steady as she backed away from the wormhole. The International Police would know what to do, surely. Hadn’t they been working with the Aether Foundation to deal with the Ultra Beasts and wormholes resulting from her mother’s experiments? All she would need to do was contact them and they would handle the situation from there.

She was about to turn and leave when a particular chiming noise floated out of the wormhole. The sound echoed in her heart – she would recognize it anywhere. Her initial fear helped her fight against a sudden desire to leap into the wormhole and rescue the Pokemon.

Still, it would be reckless for her to venture into the wormhole on her own. There could be anything waiting at the other end. She should at least find someone to watch her back, hopefully a stronger Trainer than herself. Her legs propelled her down the stairs much faster than they had carried her up them as she considered the quickest path to another person.

At the edge of the Altar stairs she hesitated. She had packed Repels for the return journey, but she had been planning to hike back in the morning light. If she got lost in the dark, they wouldn’t be enough. Fortunately, she spotted a familiar silhouette framed against the rapidly darkening sky.

Not even an hour and her office was already trashed.  Mary looked with alarm at the papers that littered the floor, just barely fighting back tears.  She choked on a sob.  In the middle of the mess was Mimikyu.  She stared at Mary defiantly, her Pikachu-like tail quivering.

“I-it’s all right,” Mary said, shivering.  “It’s just paper.  I can clean it up, see?”  And she moved to pick up a file.  Mimkyu wasn’t having any of it, though: she zoomed forward in a black blur and smacked the folder from the DJ’s hands.  Mary yelped, leaping back in surprise.

Mimikyu hissed and spit.  She tore the folder to shreds.  This wasn’t going to end well.

Just then there was a blissful knock on the door, and the blonde artist Mina walked in.  Mary flushed at the state of her office.  “H-hello, Mina!” she said, stepping towards the girl and giving Mimikyu a wide berth.  “I’m so sorry for this mess—Mimiyku, see...” and she trailed off.

DJ Mary would have looked helpless had she not been a professional.  But she steered herself up and forced a smile at Mina.  “Mimikyu is very restless,” she began, “and doesn’t know how to cope.  She just... destroys.  We think it’s because she wants the attention.”  She gave a weak laugh.  “Please give Mimikyu a good home.  She needs it.”

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