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That space-time vortex really did a number for Poly-Pory. Left it all dizzy, and in an unknown place... and seemingly a different time era as well? It was only able to project itself from out of its shell to take a look at its surroundings... how weird, everything looks so... old, dusty...

Was it even in the modern days anymore?

Pokemon weren’t even hiding in the grass, they were fully out in the fields... and most of them seemed to be... violent. Errrmmm.. weird. Normally it would make beeping noises to alert someone of its presence, but only doing that would alert the other Pokemon around it.

So it only waited... and waited...

sender deliberately stands in front of the receiver to protect them from a targeted attack (verbal or physical).

One minute, Volo’s arguing with a man who claims that the Ginkgo Guild is full of swindlers and thieves (and making a fairly good argument out of it, as much as Volo is loath to admit it), and the next minute there’s a girl standing in front of him as if ready to defend him. Not just any girl, either- the odd genius girl that somehow always seemed to pop up at just the right moment. Funny, how that works out.

The man huffs as he stalks off, giving Volo a chance to regain his bearings and realize that Akari had just defended him - successfully - from the rather rude gentleman. He should be appreciative, and maybe if he actually was as easy-going as he appeared, he would be more so Instead, he’s a little irritated at being unable to hold his own and a lot amused at her actions, so he takes the time to chide her. Gently, of course.

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Quinn! A big sister personality with the education hobby! not to mention she gives off The Vibes u know

   He had taken care to avoid the camps for this very reason. Not that he could always avoid them - the promise of leftover food or forgotten belongings was too much of a temptation to resist - but Volo never ventured near when the camps were occupied.

   He had no desire to startle anyone; there was one person who could very well startle him. 

   His attempts at being respectful were apparently for naught.

   On this day, Volo had emerged from Oreburrow Tunnel at dawn. The cavern was far from any camps, close to fresh water, and it had become his usual haunt when he was in the Fieldlands, as he often was (they could hardly expect him to voluntarily freeze to death in the north, now, could they?).

   From this makeshift ‘home’, he had begun to venture down towards the Heartwood, a place where one could find honey, medicinal leeks, and decent firewood. Volo had made this journey many times, interrupted by nothing more than a few timid Buneary and playful Machop. So at ease was he, that he was hardly paying attention to his surroundings.

   He saw her shadow first, stretched out by the sun on the path before him, looming larger than her real height. Before he even knew it was her shadow, the sight was enough to stop him in his tracks. And so, by the time he looked up, Volo knew that he had been standing there long enough for her to see him.

   As their eyes met, his heart dropped to his feet. He’d been reaching into his satchel for a Poké Ball, in case the shadow was that of an unexpected threat, but perhaps now it looked as though he was preparing to attack her. Should he let his arm fall to his side? Hold up his empty hand in a gesture of innocence? Or did he need to prepare for a fight, after all?

   Was she not ‘an unexpected threat’?

   In the midst of this paralysing indecision, in the midst of the fear that he would not admit, Volo could not bring himself to say anything, save for her name.

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         “Yes-- yes, exactly,”

     The words are like music to her ears. A mantra Sarana has repeated to herself over and over throughout her life, when young hope was waning thin; when at the whims of Hisui’s blessings and cruelties, she had wondered if there was a point. No cause is lost. No cause is not without their reasons or underlying problems that the pursuer wishes to address. And none is without resistance or opposition-- be it by hardship or disagreement in the form of those who stand on the opposing train of thought. It is a lesson that takes time to learn, and even longer to truly believe in, yet here Akari is, saying those words to her.

     The look in her eyes show the older woman not a mere child spouting a saying handed to her by another to dismiss a conversation, but a hero determined to see a goal through to the end. In front of her sitting form, in amongst the protected valley leading to Prelude Beach, Akari stands in such a way that the medium swears she could see rays of sunlight gather around the back of her head in the form of a wordless blessing. Whoever this individual is, who fell from the sky, there is something undeniably special about her. Greatness laces her steps, wisdom beyond her years clinging to the teenager’s voice.

     It is as though she speaks not with a child, but instead a figure from legend.

          “If it is a cause you truly believe in, it can never be a lost one. Even if those around you say it is hopeless.”

     Oh, if only the medium could tell her of her own journey-- the cause she is still fighting for, even after eleven years of dead ends and failures. Akari would listen, surely, but it is not a problem that Sarana would wish to settle upon the younger one’s shoulders. As undoubtedly as she would listen, the blonde wagers that the girl would also offer up her help. And that is a kind of stress the older woman would not ever want to impart on her. Eyes close for a moment, hand resting against the side of her noble steed-- a Rapidash as determined as the two humans combined.

          “A fool in the eyes of others you might be, but it is often their own ignorance they paint you with-- an aversion to understanding and potentially admitting they were wrong.”

     People could be so strange, when it comes to such matters-- herself included. Fingers move over soft fur, warm to touch by an ever-alight mane that burns so very bright, yet is deceptively harmless. And a smile plays on her lips, knowing, open, gentle. 

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  ‘I truly thought that she might just give me the plates when I asked. They seemed to mean so little to her - would she have understood their meaning or their significance at all, if not for me? - and yet they represented everything to me.

   Did I expect too much understanding? She’s but a child, after all. And she has no knowledge of what it was like to grow up here, in the way that I did.

   Perhaps it’s my fault, then. I should have approached that discussion in a different way. But, even so, I truly thought...’‘

   (This just goes around his head on repeat for a while while he stares blankly into space...)