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she blinked rapidly at that, not sure why he was being so nice. focus, she thought to herself, not everyone is as mean as you were taught. a small, timid and tentative smile came forward as she spoke with the man, “i-i’m naturally v-very jumpy, i-its nothing yo-you’ve done, s-sir.” she stuttered her response, pico coming up beside her to judge whether or not it was safe for her to talk to him. becoming pleased with the result, pico nodded her vote of competency.

“i-i’m ste-stephanie o-oblige. n-nice to meet you. t-this is pico, my e-emotional sup-support pokemon. i-i’m a trainer, i g-guess, though i don’t l-like the thought of my pokemon–my pokemon getting hurt in combat. n-nice to meet you.”

Oak grinned. “Well, that’s alright then, Stephanie! Pokémon aren’t just used for battling. For some people, Pokémon are pets. Others use them for battling. Your Pico here is here to help you and support you through tough times, and that’s great!”

He moved forward towards Pico the Kirlia, and when the support Pokémon entered a defensive stance, Oak’s mind quickly caught back up to him and he paused. This girl had her support Pokémon for a reason, and here he was shouting and making large gestures and moving in. He backed up, stood up straight, and turned back to Stephanie.

“Stephanie, I am so sorry for anything I might’ve done to upset you. I get overexcited about my research, and I hope I haven’t overstepped any boundaries. Now, if it’s alright with you, could I please ask you a few questions about you and your Pokémon?

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          she was heavy on her feet, pico trailing beside her with worry evident in the kirlias eyes. she hadn’t slept in about three days, and she was just about ready to fall asleep right in the middle of the road. another yawn escaping her, she wasn’t paying attention with her eyes closed, and she walked directly into the person she had seen at her peripheral not even moments before.

          she felt immediately more awake, a flash of terror coming through her personhood as she tried her best not to run at impact. “h-hello, i-i’m s-sorry about t-that! i-i just, you know h-how it is, a-and all that jazz,hahah… u-uhm, did i hurt you, i-i didn’t hurt you, r-right? a-ah, i’m stuttering— s-sorry.”

Oak was out for a walk, deep in thought. There weren’t many other people out this early in the morning, and so he felt free to reflect, think about life, his past, and everything else on his mind. He worried about his grandson and Red, out in Alola running the Battle Tree. He thought about his research, and what he would need to do today. And, he remembered, he needed to-

He stopped as something hit him. He looked down, and saw a very scared and small woman had run into him. As she blurted out an apology, he studied her face, seeing deep bags under her eyes. He looked behind her, where a Kirlia was staring worriedly at her. As she finished, Oak smiled and waved his hand.

“Oh no, my dear, I’m completely fine! It was just as much my fault as it was yours. I wasn’t paying attention where I was going!” Oak reassured the young lady. “Are you alright? It looks like I gave you quite a fright, and you look like you’ve seen better days. You Kirlia looks worried, and I know how in tune they are with their Trainer’s emotions!”

Oak helped the young woman up to her feet. “Oh! I never introduced myself. I’m Oak! I’m a Pokémon professor studying, among other things, the relationships between Pokémon and their Trainers! It’s a pleasure to meet you!”

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Redemption (Oak & Giovanni)

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The sun was shining, the Pidgey were chirping, and Oak was having a great day. He had gotten out of a presentation in Vermillion earlier than expected, and he had decided to take a midday walk out to Route 11 to watch some battles and see the new generation of Trainers.

He looked back in front of him and resumed watching the battle. Before him, two young Trainers were locked in a fierce battle. On one side, a Vulpix was working up a fiery whirlwind for a Fire Spin, and on the other, a Nidorino was rushing forward, ready to strike with Fury Attack.

Seeing the Nidorino brought Oak back to his days as a Trainer. What a life it was. The travelling, the fans, and the heat of battle made Oak’s youth a very exciting one. But that time was over, and Oak was an old researcher, far from the thrills of battle he once knew.

Suddenly, a whisper shook Oak out of his daydream. He turned towards the source of the sound, and saw a man wearing a black trench coat and a hat leaning up against the cliffs by Diglett’s Cave. The man turned, revealing his face. Oak instinctively took a step back.

“Giovanni?”

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S'up gramps! What kept you?

Oak was sitting, bent over studying notes and muttering to himself when he heard the familiar voice. He looked up, and saw Green standing over him. “Ah, Green! It’s been a while! How has your work in Alola been? I’ve heard the Pokémon there are quite fascinating!”

“As for me, I just heard of this place! Imagine, all of these diverse people and Pokémon, gathered in one place! Being here is the best thing that could ever happen to me or my research!” Oak stood up, grabbing his papers and showing them to Green. “I mean, look at this! We have people here from Kanto, Johto, Hoenn, Unova, Kalos, and Alola! There are even people here from smaller regions like Orre! I can do so much with all of these test points!

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