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Ooc: This RP doesn't follow an organisation with an evil plan or trying to calm down a rampant pokemon. This is an RP for having fun and battling, and if needed, we can introduce rampant/evil plans elements later ^^ I also hope there aren't too many mistakes in this opening.
It was an unusually quiet day in Saffron City. In the streets that were often full of strangers and citizens alike, there was barely any life. There had even been more activity when Team Rocket's operations were in place all those years ago, where barely anybody had dared to come out in fear of being attacked by the organisation's pokemon.
But despite all that, there was one girl who wasn't affected much by the emptiness of the day. She was simply sitting outside her house, on the raised cement step, with pots of flowers either side of her. Larelle hadn't been in Saffron City for that long, so had barely experience of the place, but she had plenty of experience with flowers, despite moving from the rather space-obsessed Mossdeep City in the Hoenn region. She was sad to leave those she knew, especially Tate and Liza who she'd grown up with, but she had been too excited by the opportunities Saffron City would bring her to get too upset.
She had her father to thank for the move; a businessman who didn't wish to have anything to do with the unusual creatures inside and outside his habitual city. But this kind of attitude didn't run through the family. Larelle had just one pokemon, who she loved very much and spent many years of her life with.
At that moment, said pokemon had approached her, rubbing it's unusual head against her knees. Larelle usually wore longer dresses but today she had opted for a white mini dress with khaki shorts, and now she was wishing she hadn't. The tickling sensation caused the trainer to laugh, as she bent down to stroke the tangled pokemon gently on one of it's many purplish vines.
“Hey, Tangela,” Larelle said, smiling. “What do you want to do today?”
Many would have thought her ridiculous to expect her Pokemon to answer but years with Tangela meant that both trainer and pokemon understood each other perfectly. Many had also thought her ridiculous not to allow her Tangela to evolve into a Tangrowth, but Larelle had always followed the philosophy that “bigger isn't always necessarily better”. It was a value that had also caused quite a few arguments between herself and her father.
Not uttering a single sound, Tangela continued to tickle Larelle's knees, it's eyes closed in a happy way. It was a rather cute sight; pokemon and trainer would have actually had some resemblance if Larelle dyed her messy brown hair purple to match the grass-type's vines.
“Saffron's such a big city,” she pondered, looking around the streets once Tangela had stopped tickling her. “Just where is everybody?”
It was an unusually quiet day in Saffron City. In the streets that were often full of strangers and citizens alike, there was barely any life. There had even been more activity when Team Rocket's operations were in place all those years ago, where barely anybody had dared to come out in fear of being attacked by the organisation's pokemon.
But despite all that, there was one girl who wasn't affected much by the emptiness of the day. She was simply sitting outside her house, on the raised cement step, with pots of flowers either side of her. Larelle hadn't been in Saffron City for that long, so had barely experience of the place, but she had plenty of experience with flowers, despite moving from the rather space-obsessed Mossdeep City in the Hoenn region. She was sad to leave those she knew, especially Tate and Liza who she'd grown up with, but she had been too excited by the opportunities Saffron City would bring her to get too upset.
She had her father to thank for the move; a businessman who didn't wish to have anything to do with the unusual creatures inside and outside his habitual city. But this kind of attitude didn't run through the family. Larelle had just one pokemon, who she loved very much and spent many years of her life with.
At that moment, said pokemon had approached her, rubbing it's unusual head against her knees. Larelle usually wore longer dresses but today she had opted for a white mini dress with khaki shorts, and now she was wishing she hadn't. The tickling sensation caused the trainer to laugh, as she bent down to stroke the tangled pokemon gently on one of it's many purplish vines.
“Hey, Tangela,” Larelle said, smiling. “What do you want to do today?”
Many would have thought her ridiculous to expect her Pokemon to answer but years with Tangela meant that both trainer and pokemon understood each other perfectly. Many had also thought her ridiculous not to allow her Tangela to evolve into a Tangrowth, but Larelle had always followed the philosophy that “bigger isn't always necessarily better”. It was a value that had also caused quite a few arguments between herself and her father.
Not uttering a single sound, Tangela continued to tickle Larelle's knees, it's eyes closed in a happy way. It was a rather cute sight; pokemon and trainer would have actually had some resemblance if Larelle dyed her messy brown hair purple to match the grass-type's vines.
“Saffron's such a big city,” she pondered, looking around the streets once Tangela had stopped tickling her. “Just where is everybody?”