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Turning her head this way and that, her eyes scanned her surroundings. From what she could see there wasn’t a single vending machine in sight. Brows furrow in confusion, now turning back to the boy in front of her.

“Snow....no vending machine...hungry,” as if to highlight this point her stomach growled loudly. “

She didn’t pay mind to how she had called this person she had ‘supposedly’ just met, by name. The odds were she hadn’t even noticed herself. She took a couple steps forward in his direction, the sound of the vending machine scraping along behind her echoed off the empty streets. “Hungry...” she murmured once more. 

Now, it wasn’t like Snow was unfamiliar with how strange the city could be. After living in a place like Goldenrod City for 19 years of his life, Snow had seen some things. But when he heard the terrible screeching of metal on concrete, the man stopped, shivering at the noise.

When she came into his view, however, his heart almost stopped, and his skin became covered in goosebumps. Snow gulped, and he couldn’t look at this girl enough. He failed to believe that this was really happening, which was unfortunate, because it was happening.

the girl spoke, and Snow was hit with a certain… Nostalgia. It was as if he had spoken to her before, in some other time, some other place. It wouldn’t have been any place like this one, the man mused. Rather, a forest somewhere seemed to be more of an appropriate place, maybe one that he had gotten lost in-

Ahh, but that was in the past. Snow looked at this girl in concern, frowning. “… The nearest machine… Is right next to you.” He didn’t question how this girl dragged the thing.

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Kiss kiss fall in debt [ Koyuki and Chili ]

A short walk. That had been her intention, so how did she end up in such an unfamiliar place? Did Kalos have a city that looked like this? She couldn’t remember. The only times she ever left her forest was when she was lost.

She really couldn’t afford to leave. Not only did the pokemon of the forest need her, but the rare human to enter needed her guidance as well, whether they knew it or not.

The last time she had left the forest was a similar situation. A leisurely stroll that ended several miles from her home. She had tried to find her friend Steven in the hopes he was visiting from Hoenn. In the end she mistook a random stranger for her friend and made a quick exit after realizing they weren’t the one she was looking for.

It really wasn’t like her to care about being lost. In truth if it weren’t for her responsibilities to the forest she wouldn’t have minded if she had accidentally made her way to another universe.

Koyuki wasn’t really sure how she got ended up in such a strange city.. All she remembered was walking for a bit, going to sleep, getting awoken by some loud noise, then walking some more.

Perhaps she should ask for directions?

Unfortunately, for all parties included, she was so caught up in her own thoughts that she failed to recognize several things. She failed to see the cute boy who had addressed her and the greeting that fell from pretty lips went in one ear and out the other. The Closed sign might as well have not been there for all the attention she paid it, and the same could be said for the glass door. There was a loud crack followed by a crash as she quite literally walked through the glass door. Glass showered her hair and some caught her skin on its fall to the ground.

“Where...I?” she asked the closest waiter

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Common sense told most people that sticking your hand up a vending machine was a bad idea. Common sense also told most people that if you did stick your hand up a vending machine and it happened to get stuck, don’t drag it around town with you once you get bored of waiting for someone to come help you.

It’s really was a shame that she had absolutely no common sense whatsoever.

She payed no mind to the incredible weight on her hand nor the grating noise of metal as it dragged across the concrete. Not even the curious looks of passerbyers or the increasing chance of being pulled over by a cop bothers her.

What does cause a pit of worry to grow in her chest is the growl of hunger from her stomach. How would she eat with just one hand? Probably a finger food would be good.

She approaches a random passerby and asked in a straight voice. “Where’s the nearest vending machine?” Under most circumstances her presence was quite frightening, an angry glare, a body full of scars and skin so pale she looked like she stepped out of a horror movie. Fortunately, the scary imagery was ruined by the vending machine she had in tow.

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          “It’s… certainly a unique way to compliment someone, I’ll give you that much.”

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"Just thought I would try being more friendly.....by paying you a compliment,"

"Was it no good?"

          “… Bit of a morbid thing to say, don’t you think?”

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"Why...?"

"They say good people die young...I hope that doesn't pertain to you,"

          “… You really worry me sometimes, you know that?”

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At his inquiry she merely gives a brief nod and mutters the phrase"Worried about you..."

"If you get sick...tell me and I'll fix you up some medicine," Though as per usual the woman left out a very important fact. The medicine she made was always made solely from herbs and rarely did they even come close to something that normal people could ingest without wanting puke soon afterwards.

"Anyway....I always take care of myself. This week I only hurt myself 3 times," she said as if this were something to be proud of, though seeing as it was only Monday morning she shouldn't be bragging.

/Glaare/. It had been a long time since she had done so, usually those looks were reserved for those she wasnt comfortable with but today her eyes were burning a hole in him as if they had just met. She didn't say anything at first, just silently followed him with her eyes as she kept her hands in tight fists at her side. Then as he headed towards the door she approached him from behind and tied something tightly around his neck. "Made a scarf for you," she said quietly “Don’t catch a cold.."

          “Ack— !?” The sudden tightness around his neck catches him off guard, but before he can panic too much over it, a familiar voice reaches his ears, causing him to relax considerably. It’d be lovely if she could maybe find some more normal methods of approaching people, but what’s done is done; there’s no sense in getting worked up over it now. He can always make the request later.

          But for now, it would probably be rude to do so when she’s presenting him with a gift. So instead, he lowers his gaze to the scarf, raising a hand to loosen it ever so slightly.

          “You made this for me��?” He inquires quietly as he carefully thumbs the fabric. A grin stretches across his lips as he looks from the scarf to the girl in front of him. “It’s wonderful. Thank you very much. I’ll take care of myself, so you be sure to do the same, won’t you?”

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It was an honest question. Was what she had done bad? People who lived in the city had so many rules, after all. It was hard to keep up with them all. "No...It's fine," she replied. It's not as if someone a stoic as her could have their feelings hurt hat easily anyway.  "I'm just...confused. I don't exactly get what I did to scare him in the first place. If you tell me what I did wrong though I'll make sure not to do it anymore. I'd hate to trouble you when you let me into your house,"

“No, no, not… exactly.” Ooh, he hadn’t meant to make her feel bad about it… The scares could stand to be toned down a little, sure, but that wasn’t really the intention his words held. “Come now, don’t frown like that. Wallace just… scares easily. Just be mindful of that in the future, won’t you?”

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"S-Scare?" she frowned. "I was just...acting as I always do,"

"Is that...bad?"

koyukimiki liked for a starter!

“I think we may need to lay out a few ground rules. To start, please try not to scare Wallace too badly if you run into him again.” It may be kind of hilarious, but receiving late night calls over it when all he wants to do is sleep is not something he signed up for. “Please.”

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When the sound of unfamiliar footsteps reached her ear she gave a frown. She had lived there long enough to be able to recognize the sound of each pokemons footstep.

So did that mean...a stranger? That shouldn't be possible. She was sure at this point that the villagers outside were warning every single trainer who even looked in the forests direction. Things like 'Dont go in there, or she'll devour your soul' or 'Unless you want to meet a gruesome death I dont suggest you enter that place'.

In spite of that what kind of idiot would enter? Well she was about to find out. In a flash, a black figure swooped down from a branch and landed in front of the stranger.

At first she almost seemed like a pokemon. Then as the black mass shifted a strikingly pale face peeked out from behind a curtain of long black hair. "Why are you here?" she asked as she slowly brought herself to her feet. It was hard to tell in this dim lighting but she seemed to be a woman, around 18 and on her cheek was a long scar that went across her entire cheek

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anyone wanna rp?

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HELLO FRIENDS. This is a very new thing for me, as I’ve never personally played an oc in the pokemon fandom. So like yeah if you are a pokemon rp blog would you mind reblogging this??

or like if you wanna starter message me because i’m a lonely soul. 

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She figured this man wasn’t her friend long before she had seen his face. His odd clothing, and strangely colored hair were all contributing factors, but what really gave it away was the nervous way he had addressed her. Steven had gotten much more used to her and as a result he rarely used the frightened tone that this man had just used with her. The second he addressed her the realization hit her, making her arms slacken from around his neck. Perhaps that was why he was able to force her off so easily. Her arms were much stronger than his, if she really wanted to she could probably hang off him for the whole day whether he wanted her there or not. Despite having been thrown off so abruptly she was able to regain her balance with ease. “Oh….you’re not Steven,” she stated looking up at the man. “A friend of stevens? A guest….?” Before he could even reply she gave a nod as if she had just understood something. “A guest, huh…?” She took his wrist in a vice like grip and dragged him into the kitchen where she pushed him into a chair. For her size she had a surprising amount of strength. “In that case, I guess I’ll have to take care of you,” She said, grabbing a knife from the counter. In one swift motion she pointed it towards him, the tip mere centimeters from his nose as she stared at him with cold eyes. After a long pause, she asked “….don’t you have any requests?”

Today happened to be one of the many occasions that Steven tended to forget he had a PokéNav. Any calls made to him had gone unanswered, and even a call to Mr. Stone had proven useless; he didn’t know where Steven was, but he assured Wallace that ‘he’ll probably be back soon,’ which more often than not meant that it was going to be a couple of days before he contacted anyone. Before he jumped to the assumption that the Champion was likely mining in Granite Cave or Meteor Falls— or worse, another region entirely— he decided to drop by Steven’s home in Mossdeep City to see if he was there.

Thankfully, Mossdeep wasn’t very far from Sootopolis; it took a couple of minutes at most through air travel, but that hardly meant that it was time-consuming to travel through the sea. As a matter of fact, Wallace preferred it, even if took five to ten minutes longer to reach his destination. Regardless, he was in front of Steven’s house soon enough, and knowing that he left his door open in case of emergencies, he twisted the knob and opened the door with ease. He barely managed to take a few steps inside when he felt someone collide into him and wrap their arms around him, and though he didn’t react immediately from the shock of it happening, he was at least able to register two things.

One: There was someone else in Steven’s house. Two: That person was far too short to be Steven.

Wallace hesitantly glanced down to see who the other person was— perhaps it was just Tate, or Liza, or one of the other kids living in the city— and he honestly wished he hadn’t. He almost wanted to scream in terror, but his voice caught in his throat; whoever the girl was looked like she could kill him in five seconds flat, and… wait a second. Kill? … Oh no. Oh no, no, no. That explained why Steven wasn’t answering any calls. Oh god. Wallace was next. “W-Wait a moment!” he stuttered, desperately trying to force her arms off of him, “I’m not someone you would want to play with! I’m… I’m not an exciting person; I doubt you would enjoy yourself!” Please tell him he entered the wrong house. Please tell him he wasn’t about to die. Please let him leave so he can call the police oh god oh god oh god.

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Ughh so bored, when would Steven get back? She wanted to go out herself but well, she wasn't really accustomed to the looks she got from other people. Her eye caught a mirror that was hanging on the wall and she made her way towards it. She wasn't really sure why she stood out in all honesty. The girl staring back at her in the mirror had vicious eyes, a nasty looking scar that went down the entirety off her right cheek, and a face so pale that it was somehow still visible in the barely lit room, it was a striking contrast to the long black hair that framed it. So...just what about her stood out? She didn't get it... Man people were weird. She gave a shrug and was about to make her way towards the fridge when the sound of a door creaking open got her attention. Steven was home? She immediately threw her arms around the figure who she assumed to be Steven and hung off them. "lets play...?"

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Better ways to conduct herself? “It’s not like I really do anything weird. Sometimes when I was a kid I’d peek outside the forest and wave at people but before I could say anything they start running off screaming ‘ghost!’ People are so odd sometimes, aren’t they?” It was because of that that the rumours of the forest being haunted spread like wild fire. Though she didn’t look like she was particularly bothered or hurt by it. If anything it seemed more like she thought of it as a mild nuisance.

"I guess you’re right, a little practice might be good for me….But are you really ok with being my teacher?" She felt like she should take out a pencil and paper Jot down a couple notes even.

Given that ‘inviting him into her house’ meant ‘ambushing him and threatening to murder him if he didn’t follow’, and ‘offered him homemade food’ roughly translated to ‘dumped a bowl in front of him with no explanation for its mysterious contents and then demanded he eat it’, well. Yes, he’d say her people skills could use some work. It is a little concerning that the girl can’t manage to figure that much out on her own, though…

“… There are probably better ways to conduct yourself. But regardless of whether you believe you need it or not, a little practice couldn’t hurt, right? You don’t have much to lose by doing so.”