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Welcome to snowy Isola Radiale, Yamper!

You'll be housed in APARTMENT 321.

You'll be able to use Tackle five times a day.

You'll also be given a Ball.

Enjoy your stay! Or don't.

Oh, what’s this? It’s a tiny little thing...she believes this is one of the things that the humans call a ‘dog’. He looks very excited...man, it’d be nice to have that kind of enthusiasm about everything again. But his happiness seems to be infectious, as she can’t really help but crack a little smile on watching him.

Well, this was an unexpected development for the merc. As she was strolling through one of the city’s parks, she found herself staring down at an... admittedly rather cute dog. Or at least she thought it was a dog. Most dogs don’t look like that... Definitely wasn’t like Ppodae.

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       RARE MOMENT OF QUIET DOWNTIME -- resting herself in a park for just a moment, tired from the day’s training && overworked muscles to keep herself on guard, in peak condition. she doesn’t expect anyone to join her under the shade of the tree, in the cool of winter freezing beads of sweat -- further, she doesn’t expect some kind of...dog to settle himself on her out of nowhere. she’s seen these strange types of colourful animals before but never got an explanation from them -- still, animals are her biggest soft spot hidden away behind walls of ice && steel so she doesn’t shoo him away like others might to a strange creature they aren’t familiar with. instead, she lets him get comfortable after head is placed on her lap so suddenly -- moment of hesitation before gloved hand comes to pat the top of his head gently.

      ❝ hey, little guy. trying to keep me or yourself warm, huh ? ❞

“...”

“...”

It was becoming painfully apparent that she absolutely, desperately needed a job. Her initial budget was quickly dwindling and with how much hair products she needed, the future was looking grim. Thank heavens for whoever was behind this soup bowl in the Fibonacci ward though, a true holiday saint if there ever was one. An absolute festive saviour.

She had come here everyday she could, it was probably solely responsible for her not withering away like a starved wretch. Warm bowl in her hands, it was almost easy to forget about all the woes that assailed her. Do you know what made it even easier? The sight of an extremely good boy. 

A small smile graced her face instantly, thankful once again it seemed there was a good presence of pokémon in this city. How many was this now? It seemed she met a new one every other day. No small blessing, for sure.

“Hello there, little one. Aren’t you just adorable...”

Well, there was one key strategy of the hatterene’s that almost never failed... 

Look at that boy, that good boy! Ryza is definitely an animal person, and she knows when she sees a good boy. The girls gets down on her knees and starts trying to coo this really unique looking dog over to her

The dog... he’s yellow, and I’m wearing yellow. It was meant to be! 

This was probably the most serene she would feel all day. Sitting under the shade of a tree, back against the trunk, as an excitable Yamper ran circles around it and her. No clue why there was just an ordinary Pokemon here, but she wasn’t going to argue it.

Nor would she argue when the Yamper stopped running in circles and trotted over to her, tail wagging, and jumped between her crossed legs and sat down in her lap.

Memo began to pet him, resting her head back against the tree and closing her eyes. Humming a small tune, the Yamper closed its eyes, and soon enough nodded off to Memo’s constant affection.

And shortly after, Memo’s petting slowed, her hand eventually coming to a stop on the Yamper’s back. Her crystalline shell began to form around her, and enveloped Yamper within it too, as Memo had now also fallen asleep beneath the tree.