#msw18

Mairin smiled brightly to herself as she rode in the dark night. The pokemon she was on, a beautiful Altaria, was unlike most. Alain didn’t even know she had one, if fact. That would mess everything up. Everything was set up so nicely for this to work. See, Steven had been caught flirting with Alain, and she was not up for the man to steal Alain. So, she stalked Steven, finding out he often went places unguarded, and also he often took walks around time when no one was watching. Seriously, could he be an easier target? Anyways, Mairin was now situated high above Steven, high enough not to be immediately noticed by Steven, or noticed at all by the security footage.

“Dragon pulse, kill Steven,” was all Mairin had to say for Altaria to send out the beam, for Steven’s scream to echo throughout the area, and for Mairin to hightail it out of there.

Aka Alain has the ability to make flowers

Mairin stumbled to Alain’s room, still half-asleep. Ever since the Team flare incident, Alain had been staying in bed much longer than normal, often until almost 3 in the afternoon. Of course, since he had work to do (and Sycamore himself was too busy to wake Alain up), she had been waking him up and dragging him out of bed. Opening the wooden door she-

What.

Alain’s room was covered in a swath of light blue flowers, the beautiful plants climbed up his normally dark blue walls, over the various pokemon posters, and even onto the ceiling. The desk against the left wall was completely covered, the closed laptop having a few small vines on it. Alain’s bedframe was covered entirely, not a spec of the white paint underneath, or even the marks where Charizard had clawed into it. The entire room smelled sweet, Mairin wasn’t sure which flower scent she was smelling. The only normal part of the room was the floor, which was as neat as it had always been. Alain stood there, embarrassed by the sudden barrage of beautiful flowers.

“What happened?”

“I... started crying.” 

“Wait, What?!”

Alain - I headcanon that he was born and raised with Papa Sycamore, but he really never had a Mama to go with it so he never had a mama (Mom died at birth/disappeared Sycamore didn’t inform him). He’s lived in Lumiose his entire life and is accustomed with the pollution there. Only child