Pokémon Information Affiliation: Trainer Starter: Minun Password: raspberry lemonade
Samples First Person Sample: [Chihaya doesn’t mean to turn on her Pokégear. It just happens. The viewers are treated to a clear view of someone with blue hair who looks very bored, pressing buttons slowly and in no particular order. She’s never held a device like this before, let alone use one. It’s after a few more presses that the machine starts to speak back to her, loud enough for everyone to hear. Her eyes widen in surprise, and she holds it away from her.]
Exposure to electricity from Minun and Plusle promotes blood circulation and relaxes muscles.
[She finally speaks, bewildered.]
Minun? Plusle? [She looks to the side as her Minun drapes himself on her arm, yawning.] There are supposed to be two of you, right? Where did the other one go?
[Her partner shakes his head, almost shrugging in response, before closing his eyes. Chihaya looks down at the device.]
So, this one is negatively charged...? Is that how it works? [That stings, a little. What’s going on?] I don’t understand, Minun. What am I supposed to do with you?
[Still not moving from her seat, she presses a few more buttons. Eventually, she clicks off the feed, completely unaware that she’s doing so.]
Third Person Sample:
She could have gone out for ice cream, couldn’t she? That’s what Ami, Haruka, Makoto, and Iori decided to do.
Yet, here she was, kicking off her shoes and setting down her bags. The Goldenrod Inn’s room had become familiar to her, more familiar than she would have liked. This wasn’t home, she reminded herself as she sat on her bed, reaching under her pillow for her CD player instinctively. Her nights were the same. Without being able to sing, save for the few occasions where she sang to herself, she would listen to the same songs over and over. It was only the reminder she had right now of home, of her goal, of her past.
Her goal, to stand at the top of the singing world. Just when it had become obtainable, it was taken away from her. She hated Johto for that. She wondered, at times, if she was the only one. Azusa seemed to enjoy herself. Haruka tried to include her, Yayoi was pleased with all of her friends that she’d made. Was she the only one that was unhappy?
The others would be back soon. Already, the words from songs she used to sing back home soothed her. There were always days like this, days where she wanted nothing more than to leave.
♫I shall fly, Towards my distant dreams, Because without these wings, I just cannot live on ♪
How true were those words, sometimes. Her dreams, more distant than ever, made life unbearable at times. Holding her CD player with one hand, she moved over to her shopping bag, planning to unpack before anyone made it back to their room. A few new items for her Pokémon were easily stored in her cabinet, and a new scarf made its home in the closet. Haruka had said the scarf looked good on her, and...
She paused, holding it in her hands. She had been shopping everywhere today. There were days like that, too. Days where she was able to spend time with her friends, get to know them better. That wasn’t bad. That was normal, it was...for the best sometimes. For as much as she hated Johto, there were good things about it, too.
Without wasting another moment, she stored the scarf in her closet. Maybe, if she hurried, she could still catch up.
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Affiliation: Trainer
Starter: Minun
Password: raspberry lemonade
Samples
First Person Sample:
[Chihaya doesn’t mean to turn on her Pokégear. It just happens. The viewers are treated to a clear view of someone with blue hair who looks very bored, pressing buttons slowly and in no particular order. She’s never held a device like this before, let alone use one. It’s after a few more presses that the machine starts to speak back to her, loud enough for everyone to hear. Her eyes widen in surprise, and she holds it away from her.]
Exposure to electricity from Minun and Plusle promotes blood circulation and relaxes muscles.
[She finally speaks, bewildered.]
Minun? Plusle? [She looks to the side as her Minun drapes himself on her arm, yawning.] There are supposed to be two of you, right? Where did the other one go?
[Her partner shakes his head, almost shrugging in response, before closing his eyes. Chihaya looks down at the device.]
So, this one is negatively charged...? Is that how it works? [That stings, a little. What’s going on?] I don’t understand, Minun. What am I supposed to do with you?
[Still not moving from her seat, she presses a few more buttons. Eventually, she clicks off the feed, completely unaware that she’s doing so.]
Third Person Sample:
She could have gone out for ice cream, couldn’t she? That’s what Ami, Haruka, Makoto, and Iori decided to do.
Yet, here she was, kicking off her shoes and setting down her bags. The Goldenrod Inn’s room had become familiar to her, more familiar than she would have liked. This wasn’t home, she reminded herself as she sat on her bed, reaching under her pillow for her CD player instinctively. Her nights were the same. Without being able to sing, save for the few occasions where she sang to herself, she would listen to the same songs over and over. It was only the reminder she had right now of home, of her goal, of her past.
Her goal, to stand at the top of the singing world. Just when it had become obtainable, it was taken away from her. She hated Johto for that. She wondered, at times, if she was the only one. Azusa seemed to enjoy herself. Haruka tried to include her, Yayoi was pleased with all of her friends that she’d made. Was she the only one that was unhappy?
The others would be back soon. Already, the words from songs she used to sing back home soothed her. There were always days like this, days where she wanted nothing more than to leave.
♫I shall fly, Towards my distant dreams, Because without these wings, I just cannot live on ♪
How true were those words, sometimes. Her dreams, more distant than ever, made life unbearable at times. Holding her CD player with one hand, she moved over to her shopping bag, planning to unpack before anyone made it back to their room. A few new items for her Pokémon were easily stored in her cabinet, and a new scarf made its home in the closet. Haruka had said the scarf looked good on her, and...
She paused, holding it in her hands. She had been shopping everywhere today. There were days like that, too. Days where she was able to spend time with her friends, get to know them better. That wasn’t bad. That was normal, it was...for the best sometimes. For as much as she hated Johto, there were good things about it, too.
Without wasting another moment, she stored the scarf in her closet. Maybe, if she hurried, she could still catch up.