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Scarlett bounded into the kitchen, with Echo and Thalia hot on her heels. Scarlet swiped her paw at Ellie, before gesturing to the curry

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Cream gazed up at Scarlet from her plate of curry and Ellie chuckled. "You hungry Ninetails?" Ellie swiftly made up another plate for the Ninetails and a third for Thalia the Vaporeon. "Eat it while it's hot. Did you want one. . .Scarlett was it?"

The flavor bursts in Cream'smouth is of chicken and garlic and the spices, there's a slightly spicy flavor giving the dish a bit of kick, but the sweetness of the whipped cream quickly smooths out the spice giving it a sweet after taste.

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Scarlett let out a little “vul” in thanks, demurely eating the curry. Thalia on the other hand, completely devoured her food, before trying to steal Scarlett’s proportion, causing Scarlett to snap at Thalia, and the two Pokémon begin to tussle. “Stop, stop that now!” Echo screamed, not noticing the music box drop out from her pocket

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Following the smell of food, Jewel found his way to the kitchen with Echo and Ellie. "Woah?! Is that food or did someone crack a window into heaven?" Grabbing the largest bowl he could find, he scooped up some of the curry strait into the bowl and slurped it down in seconds, bowl still dripping on the sides. The weedle crawled on his chest to quickly catch plenty of the bits of food that would fall off of of this messy eater. He went in for more, then another. Eventually weedles got tired of the crumbs and went up to echo and Ellie, using her big puppy eyes to beg for a bowl of her own, knowing Jewel wants planning on sharing.

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Kali set the food down on her bed and stared at it for a while. She knew Flygon would behave and eat some of it, but Froslass... Could she really trust it? She didn’t want to leave it in it’s pokeball while her and flygon ate but... Did she have a choice? She didn’t want anything else to happen, but she also didn’t want her to be left out. With a bit of regret, she sent out Ciande and Ryuk, both of them seemed a bit tired. She quickly put the pokeballs back on her belt and looked at Ciande cautiously. So far, it didn’t seem like anything was wrong. She looked a little mad, but wasn’t doing anything. Ryuk on the other hand dug straight into the food, gobbling it up like a guzzlord. “Hey hey! Leave some for us!” She quickly moved the plate away to prevent him eating anymore, then looked back at Froslass. “Do... do you want some?” She nervously asked, holding the plate out in front of her and showing it to them. After what seemed like a sigh, one that sent a wave of an icy chill, the Froslass took the plate and began to eat. Ryuk tried to get close to get some more but Ciande scared him off with a glare and a small icicle that appeared out of nowhere. Kali gave a sad smile as she looked at the two, quite relieved that everything had calmed down.

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Echo felt around in her pocket, hearing a eerily calming melody playing, and the other Pokémon in the room begin to start acting weirdly. When she didn’t feel the music box in her pocket, she panicked, scrambling to look for it. She found it on the ground, and picked it up, heaving a sigh of relief and snapping it shut, before scooping up some curry for Goldie and placing the plate in front of the eager weedle

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Quietly sliding the glass door shut, the young Pokemon Ranger dusted her hands, satisfied with her work. As she'd soared towards the HQ that her styler (affectionately nicknamed Ven) had located for her, Ferra had spotted the group of teens that made their way into the building already. Rather than draw more attention to herself, she simply opted to eavesdrop by the main hall until she knew what to do next. "Thank you for all of your help," Ferra whispered, stroking the Staraptor's beak as she released it from the bond that her styler placed on it.

"So, this is ours?"

Ferra smiled at the familiar choppy, blunt style of speak that her partner was so known for. "Yeah, I suppose so. It's very nice of them to give us all rooms, don't you think?"

The Pokemon at her side smiled, his claws reaching up to flick a light switch on in the dark room. "Very...considering?" Grovyle glanced up at his partner, hoping that he'd used the correct word. Although he was already very adept in what Ferra had called "English", conjugations and grammar were...tricky, at best.

"Close," the Ranger said, beginning to lay down some of her equipment. She was in a small sitting area, furnished with a loveseat and moderately sized television. On one side of the porch she had entered from, a kitchenette was neatly cleaned, and across from the living room was a door that Ferra assumed led to a suite. "Considerate is what I think you meant."

Though she was admittedly tempted to just wait out the day resting from her long trip, Ferra knew that the best course of action was to see who she would be working with, and hopefully meet some new friends. Followed closely by Grovyle as always, the young girl left the room and walked down the hallway to find a surprisingly busy lounge-like area, although it felt too fancy to simply call it a lounge. There was a fair bit of commotion spread around the room, but Ferra noticed a couple of girls having a much more calm conversation and decided to try her luck with them.

Grovyle followed his partner, raising an eyebrow at some of the shenanigans occurring around him. It seemed as though many of these Pokemon-person pairs were either new friends, or just not bonded very well. Seeing the two girls that had caught Ferra's eye, he turned a critical gaze towards the two Pokemon. The little flower - Grovyle wasn't sure he knew its species - seemed sweet enough, but again, it and its person seemed much more "trainer" than "partner". The girl with the Mr. Mime, on the other hand - now those two were close. Grovyle could read it in the way the Pokemon reacted to its partner, reading her emotions not through its psychic abilities, but through the bond they shared. He gave Ferra an approving glance. "Once again, great instincts, partner," he murmered, giving the Mr. Mime a friendly wave.

Ferra merely widened her smile slightly at Grovyle's quiet words as she approached the little group. "Hello," she said, standing next to the girl with the Mr. Mime. "I don't mean to interrupt. I just thought you two seemed quite charming, so I thought I'd come over and introduce myself."

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Echo scooped Goldie, Scarlett and Thalia into her arms, and walked into the living room. Upon seeing a new trainer, she raised her eyebrow. “Who are you? Do you want some of Ellie’s curry for you and your Pokémon?” She asked.

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Jewel finished his maybe thenth bowl when he felt his stomach drop. Put the bowl down and let out a small *urp* before feeling way better. "AWWWWWSOME dish, very delish" while patting Ellie on the back, ignoring personal space. Sitting back down with the rest of the group, he checked out the new comer and the woman who stole his weedle, not that he was worried. "Woah, is that a celibi? I though those were extinct!" He walked up the obvious not celibi and got weirdly close, touching and poking at its blades and stomach. "I always thought they were smaller and...more...ugh...floaty?"

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Amari blinked herself back into reality, noticing Nova had left the room some time ago. Shaking her head, Brook got up off the floor and moved over to the bed. She supposed she could let her pokemon roam for a short while. Not that she could get the lizard pokemon to listen to her anyways.

The sassy lizard pokemon crawled down the halls, watching the other pokemon with the typical grin of a Salazzle. A rather nice scent had caught her attention, and she intended to find the root of the smell. Her tail gracefully swishing back and forth as she searched the area.

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Myla smiled at the Flabebe, and she turned her head when she realized that someone was talking to her. "Cloud is a very pretty name indeed." She went back to watching the Flabebe's drifting pattern but continued talking. "I've never heard of pokemon liking marshmallows, though I suppose every pokemon has its differences." She tapped her chin. "So you want it to evolve?" As far as Myla knew, there weren't any special situations or items needed to evolve it, like some pokemon. However, her father bred Vivillion Eggs for a living, and he had told her that Floette needed a Shiny Stone to evolve. "I can't claim to know everything about pokemon, though I'm pretty sure that it evolves at Level 19." She looked back at Fluer with a grin. "So I'm sure it will happen sometime soon!" Memphis watched the Flabebe as well, mostly to copy Myla, but also out of fascination. Since Mr. Mimes were native to the Kanto region (though they could be found in all others) he had grown up there, and hadn't interacted much with Pokemon that originated from other regions. It was oddly fascinating for the Mime Pokemon, and he watched the lazy trail that Cloud made with interest.




Myla noticed that their was someone talking to her. Her face lit up. Myla loved conversations of any kind! So, she grinned and responded enthusiastically, "Aw, thanks! I'm flattered that you think so." She noticed that there was a Grovyle standing next to her. "Ooh, is that a starter? That's amazing!" Myla had always admired the confident aura that starters seemed to have. Memphis was equally amazed, and stared at the Grovyle with wide, admiring eyes. Myla noticed, and laughed. "Seems like Memphis is a big fan too." She hugged him, "This goofball is fascinated with any pokemon he sees."

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"I was surprised to when i found out she liked marshmellows. one day i was eating marshmellows and she just straight up TOOK one and ATE it. she seemed to really enjoy it. so i gave her another one." Fleur said. Shaking a little when Selvo moved. "Gotta say i was upset, but it was cute so i don't mind

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“Um...” He looked between Myra as well as Fleur. He didn’t know what to say, or if he could contribute to the conversation. Selvo on the meanwhile seemed content to just lay there, though he seemed curious about Fleur, a little. He shook his leafy head briefly and rustled his wings a little

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Ellie jumped at the sudden pat on the back from Jewel, being preoccupied when Cream had suddenly stood attention, practically abandoning her plate of curry.

A small shiny Ralts hesitently floated out into view and tentatively approached Ellie and her curry, it looked hungry and very injured from. . .something.

Ellie "aww"ed and fixed a small plate for the wild Pokemon, very slowly approaching it. "You hungry little one?" She set the plate down and the Ralts looked up at her with hesitation. "It's alright, you can have it." After staring at Ellie a few moments longer the Ralts began to eat the curry on the plate, seemingly perking at the sweet taste.

(This'll be Ellie's other Pokemon, apparently some pokemon can be coaxed out with curry. I just got a wild Duskull this way.)

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Ferra was pleased that the girls didn’t seem at all bothered by her joining in, and decided to take a seat on one of the many chairs next to the two. She smiled, listening to them finish their conversation - something about the little Flabebe being fond of marshmallows - until the girl with the Mr. Mime turned towards her. “Yeah, I’m Ferra and this is Grovyle,” she said, motioning to her partner as she spoke. “We’ve been partners for a long time. He’s a little quiet at first - like me,” Ferra said a bit sheepishly. “But don’t worry, he’s a real chatterbox once he’s more comfortable.”

Grovyle gave the Mr. Mine one of his characteristic small smiles. Although he usually came off as serious to other Pokémon and people, he was really quite warm and friendly. {It’s a pleasure to meet you, my friend,} he said, speaking in his own language first to the other Pokémon. Glancing up to the humans, he gave a little dip of his head, repeating his greeting in English to them. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

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Lucky had woken up to see his trainer and friend snoring away on what was now rather a mess of a bed. Lucky had had quite the nap since getting here, and had now deemed himself rested enough to slide off the small, circular Pokemon bed he had been curled up on. As he maneuvered around the water bowl that had been placed right in front of him for his convenience, he raised his head high enough off the ground to stare at Breeze and Spiri, which was easy, since he was taller than even the tall on average girl. He debated waking her up to take him outside, but then figured there was no need to. He had no reason not to just go out by himself. He lifted his chin. Now that he'd evolved, he was strong! He had nothing to be afraid of! Turning around with a whoosh, like a long sentient pink whip, he confidently slithered toward the door, using his long tail to open it a crack and slide smoothly out. He turned down the hallway and started making his way toward the sound of voices. It would turn out to be the lounge area. He gazed at the trainers curiously with large, magenta eyes

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Myla nodded. She understood that like people, Pokemon always had very distinct personalities. And when a pokemon and trainer were bonded, they often would act very simalarly. So, it made perfect sense that they seemed to be linked personality wise. She was rather surprised that the Grovyle spoke English. "Oh!" She smiled. "Pleased to meet you too, Grovyle." Mr. Mime, who understood him better the first time, responded with a enthustiastic, "Mime Mime!" (I'm happy to meet too!)

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Jay went outside, and sat on the grass with Gengar. They found a ball and tossed it back and forth.

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Echo was silently standing in a corner of the room, listening to the Trainers talk “Pleased to meet you....I’m ferra and.....marshmallows?” Echo was amused. People never noticed her whenever she hid in a corner...it was extremely useful, and this conversation further allowed her to conjure up more detailed portfolios of the trainers

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Fleur laughed at Selvo wiggling a little bit and patted him a little bit and poked her head and looked into his eyes and went back. "yes marshmellows. you can grab some and she'll wake right up and love you. for example" she pulled out a bag of marshmellows from her bag and lifted one up. like magic she woke up and tried to glide down to the marshmellow but there wasn't enough of a updraft so she glided down to the floor. Fleur was on top of Selvo but was very comfortable so she didn't want to get up. She ended up trying to toss the marshmellows to Myla. "can you feed her? also is there some kinda cook here? i have some food for her but she's defiantly hungry. she prefers sweet things. she's basically the pokemon verison of me. Fleur means flower."

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