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❄ “Guess you’re still following me, huh...”

❄ Ever since Red had quietly returned home from Mt. Silver, a Pokémon-shaped apparition had been following them around. Actually, she was a Misdreavus, a Pokémon Red had befriended while somehow living in the mountain cave’s icy-cold conditions. She’d been naturally drawn to the former champion, someone who could understand the inner voices of Pokémon. But ultimately, she was still wild, and Red didn’t expect her to follow them all this way. When they’d tried to ask her why, all she could give was mysterious, vague answers; it was clear that a Ghost-type specialist was needed.

❄ “Piii... pikapikachu...” Pikachu whispered, resting on Red’s shoulder and keeping a watchful eye. He’d always been a little creeped out by Misdreavus while living on Mt. Silver, a wariness which extended to most Ghost-types. Red placed a gentle hand on Pikachu’s head, petting his fluffy fur to relax him. “Don’t worry. We’re going to figure this out... probably,” Red tried to assure him. After hearing that Agatha had retired from the Pokémon League, there was only one person Red knew who could possibly solve this mystery- Gym Leader Morty of Ecruteak City, known for his clairvoyance.

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Wherever the sea sprawls, Jasmine typically can find herself. Although Alola remains largely unexplored by the Johto native, the nature of the region alone is enough to beckon Jasmine from her usual comfort zone of Olivine. There’s excitement, where her world remains uncharted.

Ula’ula Island’s Malie City proves to be quite bustling, upon first impressions. But from the moment she steps off her ferry, Jasmine feels right at home. The architecture, reminiscent of several prominent locations in Johto, strikes a familial chord within her; drawn, she is, into the ornate shops and establishments along the main stretch, that most of her daily funds evaporate rather quickly. 

“Looks like we’ll have to find some less expensive ways to pass the time,” she states matter-of-factly to Amphy, the electric-type trilling in response. She’s always loved bringing the Ampharos abroad, content with that fact that his offspring guard the Glitter Lighthouse as well as he, in his absence. 

During the heyday of Olivine’s Gym, when it was still a fairly new establishment, both he and his de facto trainer remained swamped with responsibilities. And although the waters of the port have quieted down enough to allow for the occasional sabbatical, they still take their titles there with the upmost seriousness and honor. 

But, such hard work is seldom appreciated when there isn’t a chance to decompress. She’s always valued a good balance, after all!

Did he take her for a simpleton? A mere kitten in the sunrise of her youth, beholden to the fleeting fancies of her stomach? She was no common alleycat, content to feast upon kibble from the palms of the unwashed masses. Only a fool would presume to entice her with such a paltry offering.

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Summer marked off another location and scribbled a date underneath the spot. She stepped back to survey how it fit with the rest of the data she’d gathered. The map of Johto was covered with red, blue, and yellow circles. At first glance, the marks appeared to be randomly scattered across the region, but Summer had noticed that when she traced them in chronological order, they spiraled around each other, converging on Ecruteak City. Sure enough, the sighting she’d just recorded fit into the pattern.

The first sightings had started months ago, and Summer made note of them out of habit. The movements and agitation of legendary Pokemon coincided with disasters, both natural and man-made, more often than simple chance could explain. Sometimes the legendary Pokemon were themselves a disaster. Keeping track of rumors, however unconfirmed, gave her a lead she could use to be in the right place at the right time to lend a hand.

Recently, the sightings had become more frequent, and the pattern of their approach towards Ecruteak revealed itself. The descriptions of the legendary Pokemon matched those she had bonded with in Oblivia. They were even called by the same names, but something made Summer suspect that these were not the same individuals as beasts she knew from Oblivia. Johto had no songs of heroes riding the beasts to victory, no references to the summoning runes she had learned in Oblivia. She wondered how Johto’s legendary beasts might react to call of the signs, if they would notice them at all, but hoped she wouldn’t have to find out.

She wasn’t sure why Johto and Oblivia ended up with similar legendary Pokemon, although that seemed to be the case. Maybe if you believed hard enough in a legend, it just popped out of the ground and started roaming the region. It certainly wouldn’t be the weirdest idea she’d heard.

Still, it would be useful to have more information about what these particular Pokemon meant to the region, and what they might foretell. When she asked around Ecruteak about who might be able to explain the legends to her, they all directed her to the same person. Rolling up her map and tucking it under her arm, she knocked on his door.