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          the girl is practically unable to withhold her giggle as the secondhand pride of her father’s work hit her. true, the things he could do were impressive, and with madoka having helped him most of her life, any good on him also went through her, somehow.

          ❝ h-how much? ❞ when she said she wouldn’t mind sharing, she really and truly meant sharing from her personal bottle. ❝ n-no, i meant ... i meant that i’ll let you have some of mine for free !! if you want, i could wash them myself, too ... i mean, only if that’s not too weird to you or anything -- i do have some experience !! ❞

boy, is he jealous. so cute. so soft. as proud as he is of his team– and he would never want to replace them, ever– he does wish that they were more huggable. maybe this shampoo will make them a little less rough around the edges when it counts…?

“ the shampoo is homemade? that’s impressive! “ he says, beaming. “ i can’t disagree with that. sure. how much? “ he takes out his wallet, summing up his money. hopefully it’s not too expensive… he came across some pokécare stuff the other day that had cost more than twice his savings. 

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          clearly, phoebe took the positives of the situation and held them high, which brought an instinctive smile. ❝ hehe, it sounds like one big, close family. ❞ it sounded like fun, to have such close-knit relationships from all over. with talent came its rewards, she guessed. maybe one day, i’ll have something like that.

          naturally, madoka always had plenty of food packed with her ( whimsicott and sylveon were absolute gluttons ), so there shouldn’t be any issue and their timing should be just right, if she could remember correctly.

          ❝ sorry !! i don’t like to keep secrets, but you’ll like this one, i promise. ❞ with confidence in that statement, the town blurs out as she leads the pair of them east of her hometown, along the bank denoting the beginning of the river. the windmills came closer into view within a few minutes, dropping them at a field touching the water’s edge, surrounded by a few trees and the view of the windworks.

          ❝ right about here !! i’ll start setting things up. ❞

The Elite Four had a lot of eyes on them all the time, whether it be news reporters trying to get a scoop or trainers wanting to battle. Though Phoebe was glad that, at the very least, she was only an Elite Four and not the champion. Steven had to deal with a lot more publicity, while a lot of the time Phoebe could slip away to Mt. Pyre where few people ever were and hide out till she wanted to deal with the eyes.

“It is, but it’s fun most of the time! I’ve seen some really strong trainers with amazing bonds and the Elite Four are great, even if Sidney won’t stop playing his guitar and Drake keeps trying to teach me how to drive a ship.” Which she was staying far away from. She preferred surfing to sailing any day.

“Oooh, interesting! I suppose you won’t tell me what’s cool about it? Mysterious, I like it! Let’s go!” She hooked arms with Madoka, smiling brightly at the other girl. “Lead the way!”

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          as the performer and their pachirisu took their final bow, madoka took the moment to gauge kotori’s reaction, and, well -- it was enthusiastic. much more enthusiastic than she had expected, and it made her giggle. anyone can make themselves seem composed, but only special kinds of people could show off their inner kid.

          ❝ it was !! they worked together really well. ❞ sylveon then leaped from her shoulder to the floor, approaching her new friend’s togekiss in curiosity. ❝ are you and kisu performing together today? ❞

Meanwhile, Kotori had her face pressed to the window. Not the best first impression, but she’s awestruck too. Now, maybe she could teach some of her team a few moves like that… Ah, wouldn’t that help her a lot? Then again, she had to come up with her own moves too. 

She’d gotten too lost in her thoughts to notice his performance was over. When she finally realized the next person was up, she continued staring at the window.

“That was fun to watch, wasn’t it?” Her voice sounded a bit… dreamy?

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          ❝ um ... ❞ well, how was she supposed to respond to that? what would he want, exactly? payment, clearly, but in what form? the questions almost slip the surface, but he responds with the words of a teacher, not of a man who completes favors for children.

          humbled by the thought, she switches off the burner beneath her botched pot of batter and inches closer, careful eyes observing each twitch, each movement, each awkward feeling of pressure due in part to the silence of the room -- oh, she had to stir slower. her problem was getting nervous and stirring quickly in small quantities.

          ❝ oh -- i, uh, actually didn’t know that you should do it that slowly !! i always thought it would burn if i did. ❞

“I wouldn’t gain anything by helping you, would i…?” His usually cold demeanor was faltering, maybe, she reminded him of someone, someone he couldn’t quite put a finger on who, however. “I do not have the time to do it for you, observe if you wish.”

His hands skillfully stirred the batter, as if he did it every day, his Spiritomb, was merely watching the scene unfold, looking at his with a slightly shocked expression, it wasn’t often that he was nice to people, at all, including people of her age, it was strange, to say the least.

His movements were slow, calculated, and as the fire was low, the batter slowly began to take a liquid consistence, making an unknowingly good teacher, really not paying attention if she was following him or not.

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          the unwarranted anger stopped her forming words, making her step back as the worry on her face became something akin to fear. as the other had shamed away the contest buff, who she recognized as having approached her earlier, they seemed to have dropped something. given their fervent distaste to being followed, however, madoka wasn’t sure how to make the exchange.

          perhaps she should have spoken up sooner.

          despite the half-handed apology, she makes good time on the recovery, clearing her throat before holding her hands forward.

          ❝ -- i’m really sorry that man was bothering you. i’m ... i’m sure he didn’t mean anything by it. um ... you dropped this, though, and it looks important, so i didn’t want you to walk off without it. ❞

          nestled in her palms is a kokeshi doll, traditional in design.

&. @pixitive.

— WHY was he being followed? Tarquin had never participated in a contest in his life. Had never even thought about appearing under those bright lights and criticizing eyes of others: it made him antsy enough when one person looked at him, let alone the hundreds that regularly showed up in Hearthome to spectate. The one time he thought he may as well go to Sinnoh for some info on the pokemon that had been sealed in a keystone — Spiritomb, had it been? — he had been sought out by an avid contest fan who thought he might do well in a contest setting.

Tarquin had told him in no uncertain terms to leave, but not nearly as politely. But now from the sound of the footsteps behind him, the young man was back, and he sought to nip it in the bud before the badgering could start again.

❝  Look, I told you before and I’ll say it again, bud, ❞ he started bitingly, turning around. ❝ I don’t want your — ❞ He stopped in his tracks as he actually caught sight of who he was talking to. A young girl in pink, not the same lanky male that had been tailing him before. ❝ — oh, ❞ he said, huffing out a sigh. ❝ Wrong person. I guess, sorry. ❞

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          a furret? was that the streak of lightning that had gone past a minute ago?

          ❝ um ... actually, i think so. ❞ she turns over her shoulder, looking down the path and into the foliage at her back.

          ❝ i saw a pokémon go running straight this way !! ❞ without even waiting, madoka swivels entirely, retracing her steps at a far quicker pace.

“Did you see a Furret run through here? We were just messing around and he U-Turned into the sunset or something.” 

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pkp you know what time it is

yo im kemia and i think im a lot cooler than i try to be. madoka is like my own child, and giving your own child a pokémon is like every parents dream isnt it?

im rly strong w/ madokas muse so chances are im up to do starters/replies/anything all day month year century. just let me know if you’re up for anything ( or i’ll prob come to you since i have ideas for stuff w/ her almost all the time ) in my messages, IMs, or on my twitter. 

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You don’t have to resent anyone anymore. You… have…me…

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          madoka wasn’t sure she could wholly understand the real impact such fame could have on a person. sure, she had her small fanclub, but they usually were limited to asking for pictures at contest halls after performances. only rarely was she stopped outside of her element. being stopped and asked to perform no matter where you went -- that was way too much.

          ❝ i understand. it must be a lot of hard work on all of you. ❞ she wanted to help out somehow. phoebe liked ghost pokémon, right? there were lots of beautiful sights around as she springtime faded through, but what could appeal uniquely to phoebe? her mind sorted through a few options. what day was today? friday?

          ❝ oh !! i have an idea, ❞ she muses, fingers latching in thought. ❝ why don’t we go down to the river by the windworks and have lunch? there’s something cool there i think you’d really like. ❞

It had always been hard for Phoebe to say no to a challenger. As the older girl pressed her for a battle, Phoebe could only gape, trying to say ‘no’ but ultimately unable to. It had been her goal to not spend her entire vacation battling, but she was close to giving in to the challenge when her newest friend spoke up. She tilted her head towards Madoka, relief entering her eyes as she told the challenger no. She huffed in relief as the older girl walked away, though she knew that eventually the trainer would be back to try again.

She laughed a bit at Madoka’s question, rubbing the back of her neck before nodding. “People always want to try their hand at battling an elite. I love battling, but my team needs a break.” So did she, not that she would vocally admit it. She felt the need to act as if she was always up for a battle, as if her entire life and everything she loved was centered around it. While it was something she loved, and she liked being an elite, she had to admit that always being challenged was tiring. Not to mention how often the people she wanted to be friends with simply wanted to battle her.

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          madoka admires the graceful togekiss, a pokémon she had only longingly admired in pictures, before swiveling her heels.

          ❝ of course !! ❞

          she leads the entourage through the linoleum-lined hallways and up the short flight of stairs. she tries not to get ahead of herself, but breaking the final step she nearly trots to the set of windows, watching out with awe as an older boy appealed with his pachirisu by attacking its own electro ball, spouting a rain of sparks.

          ❝ look, they’re so pretty !! we should try something like that out sometime, sylveon !! ❞

“Sure, I’d love that! Just give me a second.” She looked around her, hoping to see Kisu somewhere. Surely enough, the Togekiss was observing the others coming and going. 

“Kisu, mind coming with us?” It seemed he didn’t mind, so she turned to Madoka.

“Let’s go, shall we?”

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          floaroma meadow, to her, was the most beautiful place in sinnoh. and it wasn’t just because she grew up there. it really was beautiful, beyond any standard. having managed one of the honey harvesters before retired for the day, she had bought two jars of honey: one for her own pokémon, and another for her father on an errand. 

          whimsicott and sylveon were indulging themselves on ones of the jars amid the flowers, while audino walked alongside her trainer with a basket, helping her pick out the flowers with the nicest blooms for making flower crowns. the person who stopped her seemed ... very foreign to the area. something in his appearance, but nevertheless, she greeted him cheerily.

          ❝ well, i try !! ❞ but, for them to come all the way here only to be unable to find what they came for ... that’d be awful. 

          ❝ ... but, um, actually, the vendors are already out for the day ... but, if you don’t mind sharing, we wouldn’t mind !! right, you two? ❞ both sylveon and whimsicott perked up. they seemed to mind, if only a little.

     According to Hera, his Froslass, Floaroma Town was home to a honey that all Pokemon savored. She wasn’t the sort to make demands out of the blue, she rarely asked anything of him at all, so he felt it was good to make the trip in order to satisfy the longing she felt for the sweet treat. It’d be an adventure too. Odd as it was, despite living in Sinnoh his whole life, he’d never been to the town before. Only a few trips with his parents to Jubilife City– other than that, he had remained in Snowpoint. “Wow, this place reeks of flowers– guess the name says it all, nyahaha!!” 

     Still, he wasn’t exactly sure where to find honey among flowerbeds, which almost appeared to go on forever. Hera seemed overcome by the floral scent as well, hiding under Henry’s coat. If he was left to his own devices, it would probably take a while, so he figured he’d be a good trainer and ask someone who looked familiar with the town for help. “You look like you know your way around! Mind showin’ me where to buy this honey my Froslass keeps tellin’ me about?”

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Sleepy poke-babies

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♥ @noshsl.

          ❝ oh, uh -- ❞ alright, let him down without being rude. maybe you were carrying whimsicott and had your poké balls hanging from your bag in plain sight, so you looked the part. but you felt that, if he were a trainer, he should at least battle someone with real battling experience.

          ❝ i’m ... actually not a trainer. i’m a coordinator, so i don’t battle the same as you do, so i don’t know if you’d really wanna battle with someone like me ... ❞

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♥ @serviciales.

          ❝ oh, you really seem to know what you’re doing, ❞ she remarks, managing to feel impressed and disappointed in one swing. she always burned the poffin batter, no matter how fast or slow she stirred. audino stood at the side of the pot, attempting to help her trainer, but to no avail.

          ❝ i’m sorry to bother you, but ... um, could you help me, please? ❞

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♥ @iwannaketchumall.

          ❝ come visit the kaname adoption day !! ❞ taking a break from travelling for sport, madoka was travelling for business -- promoting her father’s business. the flyers she sports are very pink and flashy, each hand-drawn by she alone. her father bred many pokémon not native to her region, which brought plenty of people around to adopt. 

          ❝ it’s in floaroma town tomorrow !! will i be able to see you there? ❞

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♥ @ghostflxwers.

          ❝ um ... actually, she’s very flattered, but she’d really like to rest. it’s been a long day for her, but maybe some other time. okay? ❞ this older girl, probably a late teenager, was incredibly insistent, and madoka only felt it her duty to protect the other, who clearly had no desire to battle. madoka found that completely understandable; to be heckled at all times had to be tiresome.

          the older girl gave a curt, singular nod, slipping through the doors of the pokémon center and out of sight. with a soft sigh, she turned back with a smile.

           ❝ that’s what it’s like as an elite, huh? ❞

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          at least she’d gotten it right the second time.

          ❝ that’s me !! it’s really nice to meet you too. ❞ her fingers latched themselves together at her chest, usually a fair sign that madoka had an idea.

          ❝ would you like to go watch some of the others perform from the deck? ❞ she not only loved to observe, but to learn from rivals. ❝ i mean, once you’re done getting ready, i didn’t mean to interrupt you, really !! ❞

“It’s Kotori, like a little bird~” Kotori herself only paid attention to the names close to her, so it wasn’t a big deal. She recalled seeing a Kaname Madoka right after her own name. Perhaps this was her?

“You’re… Madoka, right? It’s a pleasure to meet you!”