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[ribbonlove]

...Bonjour, Madame Mundane...

The air around Geosenge is nice... this time of year. My home... we were lucky to meet, with those rules - Nuzlocke, you call it - in place. I feel... blessed, is the word? My words are not as fine as they would be to my trainer.

Thank you for our adventure... I hope we have many more. ❤ Perhaps, do you have any spare PokePuffs? After becoming my friend, I've had less and less. I know we must share, but...

I want them. Would somebody in this space between space have any?

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Tagging because I HAVE NO POKE-MUSES

[leftjoker]

[oh god is that an Eevee evolution? It's not one he's familiar with, though.]

Ah... have you been taken away from your trainer?

[ribbonlove]

[It is! And she bounds over to almost... beg. She wants food ;w;]
No - my trainer let me free, you could say. [...] For now. Someday, we shall all meet again, and it will be sweet. Are you a trainer, Sire?

[leftjoker]

Ah... [he has some berries, oran, apparently. How did they...?] No, actually. I haven't been a trainer in a while. [berry get?] Last time I did the old song and dance was in Sinnoh, actually. Unova seemed to distant for me.

[ribbonlove]

[Yay for berries! She grips one in her ribbon, and smiles.]
Sinnoh, you say? The region Gible were first found - Gelazela tells us little of it. Are contests there as entertaining as they seem?

[leftjoker]

Ah, the contests. [Shoutaro sighs as nostalgia washes over.] I lost so much time trying again and again to score a win on those things. In the end I just didn't have the head for it. I barely made it past the preliminary levels before backing off and focusing on my adventure.

[ribbonlove]

And my trainer - Madame Amalia - all she wished was for a name, to be spread all along Kalos.
[...She is still nomming, smiling up at Shoutaro.]
So you are a trainer, then? What types do you use?

[amphibinin]

Ah, hang on a sec.

[Michigan goes and grabs some PokePuffs.]

We've always got some spares on hand because we're really good at Head It.

[ribbonlove]

[Yee~!! Don't mind her gripping some in her ribbons...

Before, eating politely. She is a lady, after all! Penelope gives a smile, after finishing one.]
Yes, Head It - it is the game of choice of my trainer, as well. It's rather entertaining.

[amphibinin]

Which is weird, when you consider how simple it is.

Oh, I'm Michigan, by the way. Most people call me Mitch.

[ribbonlove]

I suppose it's because of the colors - and the addictive properties. [She's learned a bit of game theory inside my head, whoops.]
And my name is Penelope... even if I could not be named that. Many call me Penny, for that reason. I have only met one of your species - Madame trainer chose Chespin.

[takeoutthetrash]

[While he knows he doesn't have any to begin with, Gershel makes a big show of patting himself down in search of imaginary treats. When he turns up nothing, he simply looks back up at Penny and shrugs as well as a creature without shoulders can.]

Sorry 'bout that, ma'am. Fresh out. Don't usually go in for that kinda stuff, y'know?

That's, uh, that's not gonna be a big problem, is it?

[ribbonlove]

[--!! That smell... Penelope doesn't try to offend often, but she can't help but take a step back...

Before taking two forward. At least you're not burning. She does have a dislike of Poison, though. Comes with being a Fairy-type.]
No, it is not... I have seen no creature like you, on my travels.

[takeoutthetrash]

[It's kind of easy to forget about the smell, what with the lack of a nose and all, and Gershel doesn't like being reminded of it. That and the staring make him maybe just a little more uncomfortable than the norm.]

Well, uh, yeah. Don't really see a lotta Garbodors outside of Unova. Not the biggest fans of fresh air and sunshine.

...What about you? I mean, I don't really get out all the often, but I don't think I've seen any Pokemon like you before, neither.

[the_team_mom]

Oh, if a trainer's sentimental enough to make a journal for you, you're pretty much guaranteed to stick around a while, hun.

[ribbonlove]

[An Espeon! The second choice of what Penny would have evolved to, if they hadn't had a psychic-type at the time! (Even if that psychic-type died.)]
I am glad, Madame. Though I could not have existed for longer than a week, the fear of vanishing is real.
But she promised we'd have our stories told - and I suppose this is the first step.

[the_team_mom]

[There's a certain, knowing smile at, "a week" She remembers back when she was a week old. The Johto Gym Leaders never stood a chance.]

Seems like it. And you don't need to bother with, "Madame." Just call me Lily.

[Still, something very dignified about being called "Madame."]

[ribbonlove]

[A smile - before she suddenly gives a bashful look to Lily.]
But I promised... I promised I would uphold the beauty and mannerisms of Kalos, Lily. But if you're sure...

[the_team_mom]

If you're more comfortable with "Madame," I don't mind. I'm just not exactly used to the fancy treatment.

[ribbonlove]

It is normal in Kalos, to be quite polite.

...Or, at least, if you wish to be that way. Not like the lovable rogue Blaziken I know.

...My name is Penelope, by the way.

[the_team_mom]

[Lily chuckles a little at "lovable rogue." You just described half her male children.]

Hh. Well, things are a little less formal in Johto. [She shrugs.]

Penelope. [Lily says it aloud like she's trying out the name. It's a beautiful name. She wishes she'd thought of it for one of her daughters.] Nice to meet you

[moonblasts]

PokéPuffs, you say? I always carry a few spare. I'm afraid my own Sylveon is dreadfully spoilt. [ And she holds out some bright pink ones to share. ]

How nice to see that you're so talkative. [ NOT EVEN BOTHERED BY THE WHOLE TALKING POKÉMON THING ]