A New Home? (Song)

[akira]

It was Elena's first time in the city, and she couldn't have been more excited. It was nothing like the capital, and, hopefully, she might be able to make a living here. Her three Pokemon, as usual, were out and walking with her. It was rare that they were inside their Poke Balls...after all, Elena viewed them more as close friends than creatures used for battling. Regardless, she wandered aimlessly, her Pignite at her side while her Magnemite and Porygon hovered above her.

The memories of the generosity from Feliciano and Rosalba were still fresh on her mind. In fact, it was because they mentioned that they lived in the forest that she decided to come here. Partly because she wanted to see them again, but mostly because she was wanting to start a new life here. If she was lucky, her father would never think to look for her here. Either way, it was thanks to them that she was able to make it here, sharing their food with her, which, in turn, allowed her to get what was easily the best night's sleep she ever had. Actually having energy served to make her even more excited than she already was.

[SongofWindchimes]

Rosie
Ser Bane : Belle : Omen : Tempest

Rosalyn felt naked without Ser Bane at her side. The Absol had been her companion for years, and she was always at her most comfortable when she could look over and meet his kind red eyes. Having such a pokemon out in public in her home town, however, was too dangerous. Instead, he was in her room at the inn, guarding her possession; Rosie didn't trust the lock on the door. Belle, too large a pokemon not to draw attention, especially with her gift of speech, was away in her pokeball, and Rosie brushed her fingers over it every so often, knowing that if she ever got in trouble she could rely on the spider to defend her.

She didn't know why she kept coming back. Rosalyn was not, generally, the type to get sentimental about places and things, but Evergreen had been her home for so many years, she found herself wandering back over and over. It didn't make sense; her family and what friends she had were gone from the place, and many of her more fun memories were of trips to the captial.

But the captial didn't mean what Evergreen did to her. The log cabins and surrounding forest stirred nostalgic feelings she just couldn't do without. It had character, and a pleasing character at that. Being without Bane made her somewhat twitchy, but this was the place she could feel calmest without him, the most at home.

It helped that she was not completely alone. The lanky woman, who was wearing a combination of a grey hoodie and a dark blue spring coat that looked fairly ridiculous but was warm, and had her worn jeans tucked into black rubber boots that were scuffed and had clearly seen a alot of springs, was in the company of two of her pokemon. She shoved her gloved hands into her pockets and hid behind the white silk scarf she never took off as she watched her Houndour dart around puddles, yapping joyously; Omen hated water, but couldn't resist the chance to run. Tempest, her Spearow, swooped and twirled in the air above their heads, always returning to perch on Rosie's shoulder a moment before starting her dance again.

Tempest was the newest addition to their group, and every time the she returned to her, Rosalyn gently stroked her breastfeathers and patted her head before she took off again. Despite the bird of prey's severe appearance, she was a kind soul at heart, and seemed just a tad unsure, her constant returning feeling like a child seeking reassurance from a parent. Rosalyn had no idea how long Tempest had been in the shelter in the capital, and hadn't cared when she handed over the precious two hundred and fifty Pen required to adopt her; it had simply felt right, and Tempest had not disappointed her yet, even if she was still getting used to her new trainer and companions.

There was suddenly a flurry of yapping, frantic bird sounds, and flapping of wings as Omen suddenly raced right into a flock of Pidove, sending them scattering. Rosie squeaked a little at the glare from the man who had bee feeding them, and Tempest looked a tad disturbed as she swooped back her trainer. "He just does that," she said with a shrug, "He wouldn't hurt them."

That, of course, was the moment that Omen suddenly took off, making a beeline for something he'd seen out of the corner of his eye, his excited yapping nothing but a string of, "Birdbirdbirdbirdbirdbirdbird!" in his language. Then, Rosalyn was concerned; she didn't like him getting that far away from her. She raced after him, Tempest giving a surprised chirp and taking off from her shoulder.

Then she saw what he was after. A Porygon, the perfect mix of a bird-like shape and being able to fly without wings, a trait that Omen found awe-inpiring. Rosie knew that the worst he'd do would be to sit underneath the artifical pokemon and declare that being able to float was awesome, but she realized quickly that the Porygon wasn't alone, and having a dark type bearing down on you, even a young, cute one, could scare people.

"Omen sit!" The words were slightly squeaky, but the Houndour skidded to a stop and plunked his backside on the ground, panting a wide dog grin. Rosalyn half-walked, half stumbled over to him, breathing heavily; she was not in a condition to be doing a lot of running. "Sorry," she gasped out, not looking at the pokemon and their trainer; she hadn't really gotten a good look at any of them, except for the Porygon. "He's just...very friendly..."

[akira]

As Elena wandered around, she spoke out loud, but mostly to herself "...wonder if I could find a way to make some money...though...there's not much I know how to do, now that I think about it..." The Pignite spoke to her in a reassuring tone, and, though she had no idea what he actually said, she nodded, feeling encouraged nonetheless. "Right...won't know until I try."

It was at that point that she noticed the Houndour charging toward her, though she didn't realize it was actually after her Porygon. Either way, while it didn't seem like it was actually going to attack her, she still panicked over the simple fact that it was heading straight for her...at least until she heard the order for it to sit, to which the Houndour complied. All four of them let out a sigh of relief.

When Elena saw the out-of-shape woman, she immediately figured out what was going, and let out a sigh. So it wasn't just a stray Pokemon. When she heard Rosalyn speak, she nodded "It's okay...he just startled me a bit, that's all. No harm done." Letting out a soft sigh, she looked to the woman as she was trying to catch her breath, unable to help but ask "...are...you okay?..."

[SongofWindchimes]

Rosalyn forced herself to stand up straight at the question and tried to calm her breathing. "I-I'm fine," she stammered out, her pale cheeks taking on a faint blush of embarassment, "I just...don't do a lot of sprinting." That was true; she had done most her wandering the world at the pace of a walk. "I also, uh, haven't had lunch." she added, rubbing the back of her head and further mussing up her black hair. Too much information, part of her mind hissed, but she gave it a solid smack and told it be quiet. Not having lunch was not suspicious; the other person wouldn't be able to see how malnourished she was with her baggy clothing, anyway.

She took a second to actually look at the Porygon's trainer. A girl--she'd been finding herself in conversation with a lot of those lately, she realized, remembering the purple-clad young girl in north--with short red hair and green eyes. Her gaze flickered to the girl's only a moment to see the colour, and then Rosalyn looked away, taking in the nearby Pignite and Magnemite before appearing to become very interested in her scarf.

Tempest fluttered over, the Spearow flying a small, curious circle around the girl's head and giving a chirp before returning to Rosie's shoulder. Omen looked at the bird and whined, unmoving from his commanded sit but staring forlornly at the girl. His adrenaline had worn off, mostly, and now he just wanted desperately to be petted.

Rosalyn noticed. "You can, uh, you can pet him if you want to." Rosie toyed with her scarf, feeling horribly awkward and doubting she'd want to pet Omen, what with having just been startled by him. "Like I said, he's friendly. He slobbers a little, but he won't jump on you or anything."

[akira]

(sorry for taking so long to respond x.x )

Elena nodded quietly, knowing all too well how Rosalyn felt. She wasn't exactly in the best shape herself, and the only reason she wasn't wasting away was because of the occasions where was reluctantly able to talk herself into stealing some food. It wasn't something she was proud of, but there were times when obeying the law was the last of her worries. Even then, she was never able to steal enough food to actually have a decent meal...just enough to keep from starving.

As Elena looked at the overly happy Houndour, she couldn't help but smile. Anyone else might have been paranoid due to the fact that the Houndour was a Dark-type, but, as it turned out, Elena was woefully naive regarding most of the outside world...and this included Pokemon. She knew that they could use moves, and that some people liked to battle with them, but that was it. She knew nothing of Types or Evolution. If she were to ever find herself in a battle, she'd be hopeless. '

Thus, when given Rosalyn's consent, she gladly reached down to pet the Houndour "Heh...you're rather happy, aren't you?" Meanwhile, the three Pokemon at Elena's side each cheerfully greeted the Spearow and Houndour. It wasn't often that they met other Pokemon, so it was a treat for them. The Porygon, of course, remained blissfully unaware that it was the reason that the Houndour charged at them in the first place.

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[th] Rosie

(No worries)

Omen wriggled in delight when he was petted and, true to Rosie's prediction, licked the girl's hand. He got back to his feet, trying to snuggle up to her, eyes wide with adoration. He did pause to yap a greeting to the other pokemon, however, not wanting to be rude.

Tempest chirped her own greeting, but didn't leave her perch. Not because she was shy, but she didn't have the luxury of magnetic repulsion to stay in the air, and wanted to sit somewhere while speaking. Rosie's shoulder was the tallest perch around, and it had the advantage of being mobile.

Rosie was happy to see the girl petting Omen. She didn't smile, since she rarely did, but a small glitter came to her sad-looking eyes. "I've never seen him upset a day since we met," she said, she stuttering becoming less pronounced as she relaxed into talking about pokemon. "I found him the Capital. We were both pretty lucky."

Omen nodded enthusiastically, tongue hanging from his jaws. He certainly felt lucky having found Rosie, since she fed and petted him and taught him to dance when other humans just kicked him out of their way. They just didn't realize what a good dog he was.

Rosalyn was studying the girl a little. She didn't look familiar, but then the city was not terribly small, and it had changed. No Sol member, let alone its least social member, would know everyone in Evergreen even before the rebellion had caused them to fracture. "Are...you from...around here? I mean, I haven't seen you in Evergreen, but I'm not, uh...I come here a lot, but I don't live here, and it's pretty big, so I don't know why I asked, really..." Rosie sighed a bit in frustration, squeezing the bridge of her nose with her fingers. This was why she didn't talk. "I'm Rosie," she added, figuring that her stream of babble might as well end in an introduction.