#platidawn

Let me guess-- it’s you!  It’s good to see you back, my friend!  I’m so glad to hear you’re out of that mood now.  That negative funk can really affect you.  It’ll be great to see you and your muses back on the dash again.  Welcome back, my friend!

Don’t feel bad!  School loves to kill people’s activity-- it happens, you know?  It’s easy to get bogged down when you’ve got a million other things to do, so I think a break will be great for you.  For now, we’ll put Dawn, Street Thug Daigo, and Rising Star Mimi on hiatus until March 14th.  See you then!  Take care!

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💎 — She traveled to the Sinnoh Region on a mission; to research the legendary Pokemon known as Regigigas. While reading about the titan, she discovered there was a temple in Snowpoint City that had a statue of one. Did the people of Snowpoint see Regigigas as a God of sorts and built the temple as a tribute? 

While in Snowpoint, Crystal came across a Sinnoh local, a trainer around her age. She thought since Dawn was from the region, she must know something about Regigigas. So without hesitation, Kris enlisted the help of Dawn and together they set out to explore the temple.

Once at the lowest floor, the researcher first noticed the huge statue of the Pokemon. Her mouth was slightly open in awe, but quickly closed as she looked around. “Do you feel like we’re being watched, or is it just me?” She asked Dawn, moving a hand to her belt to grab a Pokeball.

Brown eyes fixated on the mistletoe hanging in the center of the room. Only to shift back down to the young girl standing below it, seemingly oblivious to her vertical surroundings. 

He could feel eyes on the back of his head. Of course who wouldn’t want to see two famous (well okay, on the fame scale she’s more famous than he is) coordinators smooch it up. But Dawn? Brendan couldn’t. What kind of people would see and send crazy stories to tabloids or something? But would he be a coward if he backed down? No, he won’t be a coward!

“Hmmmph,” all this because he wanted to wish her a happy new year. His shoulders deflated slightly as he finally caught her attention.

“Hello Dawn,” He chirped, hand reaching down to take hers and pulled it to his lips. Was it a cop out, probably. But Brendan would use the excuse that he was a gentleman, dangit. So instead of the alternative option he planted a gentle kiss on her hand, gesturing up with his eyes.

“Mistletoe: the creepiest of all holiday traditions.” Quentin mumbled to himself, a little upset at the predicament he was caught in. Above him was the culprit: a mistletoe. Beside him was a fellow victim: some girl Quentin had never met before. 

Quentin didn’t understand the tradition surrounding the mistletoe. It raised a ton of questions that no one, be it in person or in a book, could properly explain to Quentin in a way he would understand.  Now that he was stuck under one, he really didn’t understand the tradition. It was awkward.

The girl he was with seemed very indifferent to the whole situation. In a way, that made the whole thing worse. Did she want to kiss? Was she just as reluctant as him? Did she even notice? Was there an easy way out of this situation? What was her name? 

“Listen.” He began, trying (and failing) to hide how anxious he was by rambling and hoping it would lead to a way out. “I don’t know you, but you can’t be that bad. What I do know is that everybody makes mistakes. Right now, I’m going to help you avoid a big one. You don’t...” Quentin paused, gesturing at the mistletoe and then at his lips. “You don’t want to do this. Cause you’re like...and I’m...ya see...” Quentin began to stumble over his words as he tried to verbalize his thoughts as to why they shouldn’t kiss.

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The trip back to Johto on the Magnet train wasn’t a long one. In fact it was renown for being incredibly fast. So for the champion to fall asleep on said train? A little odd — but hey traveling is exhausting. He’s sprawled out on a bench, his back against a window, hood obscuring his eyes when Dawn happens upon him.

He’s woken with a less than gentle shake and sputters to life. “No ma’am I’m all set!” His voice cracks as his vision clears “Dawn?” —