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Post by astra on Sept 15, 2017 4:42:41 GMT
▲ There was something extremely intimidating about devoting oneself to a dream, and then seeing it slowly but surely manifesting. This was the reality that Fane found herself in when she bid the islands of Alola goodbye, leaning over the railing of the ship as it pulled away from the harbor. The salty sea air, the distant call of Wingull, and the mesmerizing blue waves did wonders for her nerves. But now? Now she was here, at the Ranger’s Waypoint, and she could feel excitement- or was that anxiety?- bubbling in her stomach and creeping into her chest. It was hard to tell the difference between them. “Okay. Okay. Take a break, calm down, you’ve got plenty of time,” she muttered to herself. It was early yet; she found herself a park bench to sit and wait. Her chosen method of distraction was a little book her mother had bought for her a little over year ago as a birthday present- the inside cover read “For the start of your own journey. Love, Mom”. The cover was already well-worn, the spine cracked, pages here and there creased to mark important chapters. Fane flipped through the pages, grey eyes sweeping over familiar paragraphs, picking out the highlighted passages and notes she scribbled in the margins. The book- a tome, really- detailed various beginner methods for taming and raising pokemon. Most of the chapters spoke in the most general sense. But Fane’s favorites, the ones she could read and reread without growing bored, were personal accounts of rowdier pokemon- a runaway Tauros, an angry Flareon, daring yet touching success stories every one. Each of these were prefaced with a brief note of don’t try this at home, but she couldn’t help but daydream that one day, eventually, she was going to be the one taking care of those pokemon. When she was ready- or at least, as ready as she’d ever be- Fane closed the book with a solemn thud and tucked it away into her messenger bag. She felt as if she had just finished cramming for a final that was mere moments away, and scowled momentarily at herself. This isn’t school. Lots of people do this. You can too! She slung the bag over her shoulder, pulling her long, blonde hair to the side so it wouldn’t get caught under the strap. With one last deep breath, she walked the remaining way to the outpost. The door slid open as she approached. No turning back now. In the cheeriest voice she could manage, Fane spoke as she approached the desk. “Hi there, my name’s Fane Evans. I’m, ah, looking to get a starter pokemon.” She paused for a second, gripping the strap of her messenger bag perhaps a little too firmly. “I think I read that you rehabilitate pokemon here too, is that right?”@ outpost ● 473
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Post by fitz on Sept 15, 2017 8:20:28 GMT
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Post by astra on Sept 15, 2017 21:01:45 GMT
▲ The woman behind the desk introduced herself, and Fane smiled brightly in reply. Maggie seemed pleasant and almost eager to help her, and something akin to relief washed over the girl. After all, enthusiastic teachers were often the best teachers- maybe the same applied here, too. “Oh, that’s amazing!” Fane released the strap of her bag and half clapped her hands. She was going to elaborate on her excitement, but the ranger held out a clipboard to her, and she took it instead. She started scribbling answers onto the paper, her handwriting a messy scrawl of half-cursive and half-print, barely legible at first glance. “Yeah, no problem. I’ve never had any pokemon of my own, but my mom- she’s back home in Alola- is a trainer, and I grew up with some of her pokemon around the house.” She paused for a moment, concentrating on finishing the last form. “Actually, I think she’s going to start training for the Island Challenges again, now that she has the time.”Maggie’s last statement made Fane pause, wondering if it was directed specifically at herself or if she said that to everyone who came in. Probably the latter?, she figured, but she sucked in a breath and tried to steel herself. Wild pokemon. Got it. The anecdotal chapters in the back of her book suddenly seemed a lot more real in her mind. If she noticed the ranger’s wince as she tapped away at the computer, it didn’t show. Fane continued with the tangent she meant to include earlier to fill the silence. “I want to work at a rehabilitation center sometime in the future. That’s my long term goal, at least. It’s really noble work… Just the impact that it has is really inspiring.” Her grey eyes lit up as she spoke, even if the explanation wasn’t as eloquent as she would have liked it to be. Sometimes it was hard to find the right words for how important she believed this was. Fane shuffled her feet as she held out the clipboard to Maggie. “Do you have any, ah, tips? Or suggestions maybe?” Whether she was asking about her dream of becoming a rehabilitator, or the rapidly approaching task of catching her own pokemon, Fane herself wasn’t sure. She just knew she’d be grateful for any information the ranger might have to offer. Reading about pokemon could only get her so far. <3
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Post by fitz on Sept 17, 2017 8:27:23 GMT
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Post by astra on Sept 20, 2017 5:10:00 GMT
▲ Fane smiled widely. “It’s amazing, especially the beaches and the ocean. And we always love having visitors.” A faint blush colored her cheeks at Maggie’s support and her gaze lowered. Truthfully, she hadn’t told that many people about her plans to become a rehabilitator. A disinterested ‘oh’ was the most common response; the other an onslaught of questions about her plans, her classes, her specialization. The questions were by far the worst, because her plans were so... amorphous. Learn about caring for pokemon, learn what types she liked and which needed the most help, gain hands-on experience- all necessary points that sounded just vague enough to imply a lack of research. So free support and enthusiasm from someone (other than her mom) was enough to make her flush. As for having patience, she’d keep it in mind...But it was all too easy to be disappointed in herself when things didn’t go at neatly or as quickly as she liked. Fane paused outside the elevator, letting the cute Torchic enter first before following. Anticipation prickled at her skin as the elevator began moving. She held onto the strap of her messenger bag, thumbs rubbing at the grain of the fabric to give her hands something to do. A hand flew to cover her mouth and nose as the door opened, expecting a wave of nauseating fumes, but it fell away when she realized that it didn’t smell nearly as bad as the thick smog let on. “First pokemon, reason with them. Got it.” She nodded firmly, stepping out of the elevator with feigned confidence. If someone had asked Fane to name some biomes, this one wouldn’t have even made it on the list. Now that she thought about it though, she supposed it made sense. Pokemon were everywhere and had different needs. “I guess you really do have a place for every pokemon here,” she said in wonder, mostly to herself. Evidently she had a lot more to learn. Unsure of where exactly to go, Fane let herself wander, keeping an eye on the ground lest she step on a shard of glass or stray metal. Her tennis shoes offered great support for walking and running, but they’d get torn to shreds if she wasn’t careful. A thought bubbled in the back of her mind as she walked: what if no pokemon came out to meet her? Surely that was a possibility. I’ve been out here for all of a minute, Fane berated herself, biting the inside of her lip. At least give it five. Then you can let yourself worry.<3
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Post by fitz on Sept 24, 2017 15:17:34 GMT
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Post by astra on Sept 28, 2017 2:01:41 GMT
▲ “I don’t know if they’re called rangers?” Fane said, her voice lilting up towards the end as if asking a question. “But we definitely have a lot of people interested in taking care of pokemon and conservation- so I bet you’ll find something similar to the rangers, even if we don’t have an official organization. At least, not on Akala Island, and I haven’t really been to the others so I can’t say for sure…” She was rambling now, as she usually did when she didn’t quite know something for sure, but also didn’t want to give an unsatisfactory answer. Disappointing people- especially someone she was starting to have admiration for- was the last thing she wanted to do. Now that she was over the initial surprise of there being an industrial waste biome, Fane was overcome with amazement at how extensive the thing was. How many pokemon were there here? How far back did the biome extend? Did rangers wander through to check on the pokemon- gosh, that must take a lot of them, especially considering how many pokemon they could potentially be housing in the whole facility- and that wasn’t counting the rangers who went out to rescue pokemon, and - Her thoughts were interrupted by a tug on her bag from Maggie, and Fane stopped abruptly. A pile of garbage was shifting. On another day in another circumstance that might have terrified her- and worry flashed across her face for a heartbeat- but when she saw the green-tinged sludge it was quickly replaced with elation. A grimer- and one native to her homeland! Sure, Heahea City wasn’t the biggest city in Alola, but they still had their own grimers to take care of excess waste. To think that she would find one all the way out here…! Maggie thanked the pokemon and Fane nodded enthusiastically in agreement, for once too happy for words to come to mind. “Fane, Fane Evans,” she finally answered, stepping a bit closer to the grimer as she spoke. “It’s great to meet you by the way!” Oh gosh- was she being too excited? Overwhelming? She hadn’t actually thought about what she was going to say. Too late though- she was here, she’d think of something in her excitement. “I guess I can tell you a bit about myself?” She offered tentatively. “I’m from Heahea City in Alola, uhm, I did a lot of swimming during school, and I was always a fan of science classes and I read a lot when I have the time...” Did pokemon care about that kind of stuff (did people, for that matter)? “What about yourself?” She invited the grimer, eager to hear what she had to say. New meetings could always be a bit awkward, at least on Fane's end, and she didn't want to mess this up. No worries! Sorry about the delay on my end too! ^^;
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Post by fitz on Oct 3, 2017 17:06:00 GMT
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Post by astra on Oct 4, 2017 0:53:54 GMT
▲ “Ah, what a coincidence! The Tide Song Hotel is gorgeous!” Fane gushed. She never really had a need to stay there as she lived in the same city, but its ornate white walls on the northern beach were iconic, and the guests always raved about it. “And I guess we have you to thank for that! I’m glad to hear they treat the pokemon there as nicely as they treat the guests, too.” The blonde never suspected otherwise, but it was always nice to have positive confirmation, and knowing that fact warmed her heart. “As for swimming- a little of both! The pool is great for competitive swimming and laps, but nothing beats how relaxing the ocean can be, or how alive it is with wildlife.” At this rate, she was going to make herself homesick in no time if she kept this up. Luckily, the grimer changed the subject. Books (of the audio sort) and travel- hey, they had something in common already! Fane found herself drawn in by grimer’s charm and obvious enthusiasm for life and new experiences, her shoulders loosening and relaxing as the Alolan pokemon spoke. A permanent wide grin plastered itself on her face. “Oh gosh no, I think I’m a little too young to join,” Fane blushed and drew a hand towards her chest as she spoke, flattered by the idea. It wasn’t a bad thought, though- maybe once she turned 18, had some experience under her belt, and saw more of the region, she’d apply. Maybe she could be one of the people who took care of the pokemon after they were rescued! She filed the thought away for later, letting herself focus on the present moment. “I’m actually here looking for a starter pokemon- a companion to join me on my journey around Inset. And if you’d like to come with me today, I’d be, well, really excited and, um, honored.” Her tongue tripped over itself with that last part, though not out of insincerity. She cast a quick sheepish glance back at Maggie just to make sure nothing had changed in the past few minutes that would prevent her from leaving with the grimer- provided she agreed, of course. It's no problem~! ^^ <3
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Post by fitz on Oct 6, 2017 20:34:15 GMT
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