OOC: This RP is based on the timeline introduced in Dawn of a Sky Trainer, and is designed as a world- and character-building exercise. We hope you enjoy reading!
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Kalos in September was a beautiful place. In Dendemille Town, the ground was starting to glisten with fallen leaves, and the windmill spun quietly in the distance. A river ran gently past the Kalos Academy of Flight, a grand old stone building, cutting through the large grounds behind it.
The Academy was home to a hundred aspiring Sky Trainers, each at varying points of their education. Alyssa had been there for a couple of years now and had begun to spend more time outside the academy doing field work than she spent inside it. This suited her perfectly – she was always happiest out and doing things. Today, however, she had been drafted in to help with the academy’s open day.
This is why the normally-empty green was teeming with people and noise – stalls were set up around the edges, and countless 17-year-olds and their parents stood around, chatting to students and instructors and being given a demonstration of some of the fancy equipment Sky Trainers used to do their job. Alyssa was standing near a food stall which wafted the smell of barbequed meats across the grounds, and was just about to tuck into a burger when a pale, lanky-looking 17-year-old boy sauntered over, flanked on both sides by his parents. Barely waiting for them to ask their question, Alyssa launched into her speech, which she had down pat after giving it to eight previous families in the last 15 minutes:
“So, the Kalos Academy of Flight is the only academy in Kalos that specifically trains Sky Trainers, who are qualified Pokémon trainers who specialise in Pokémon capable of flight and are skilled in the art of Sky Battles. We’re particularly different to the Pokémon League because our goals aren’t to attain pure strength. We focus on the bond between ourselves and our Pokémon first and foremost, developing us as a highly skilled team capable of dealing with any situation – whether it be helping save lives after natural disasters, or assisting Pokémon Rangers and the police in dealing with Pokémon-related crimes. And yes, sometimes we save Espurr from trees.”
Alyssa didn’t mention the part where said Espurr had panicked and unloaded its full psychic force directly on her and had given her nightmares for a week. The family collectively nodded, asked a few mundane questions about housing, food, and pay, to which the answers were respectively “we get dorms,” “the caféteria is great,” and “not enough to feed your son’s Musharna fumes habit,” and left – presumably to make a complaint about that joke. Alyssa took a large bite out of her burger and wandered away from the crowds to watch the river flowing by.
The wind was gentle today, which boded well for the demonstration later. She’d been asked to take part by the faculty – her protests at having to pretend to be a model student were quickly silenced when she found out what the demonstration involved: apparently, a gym leader from a far-away region known as Miato was coming to take part. Her curiosity flared even brighter when she discovered that he was part of a mountain search-and-rescue team in Miato, which was similar to some of the work she did as a rookie Sky Trainer.
She heard a soft thump and a gentle chirping noise next to her, as a large black and purple bat landed from its flight and stuck its head under her arm in an affectionate greeting.
“Hello, Ivy,” Alyssa said, and the Noivern chirruped cheerfully and pushed into her side. Alyssa responded by giving him what he wanted: half of her burger. He immediately grabbed it from her hand, and she scratched him gently behind the crest on his head as he sat down and chewed noisily.
Alyssa decided to join him sitting down, and gazed out across the river. The carefully-trimmed line of trees in the distance rippled gently, and the cacophony behind her seemed to die down for a bit as she tuned the world out. The demonstration wasn’t for a while yet, after all, and she had a little time to relax.
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Kalos in September was a beautiful place. In Dendemille Town, the ground was starting to glisten with fallen leaves, and the windmill spun quietly in the distance. A river ran gently past the Kalos Academy of Flight, a grand old stone building, cutting through the large grounds behind it.
The Academy was home to a hundred aspiring Sky Trainers, each at varying points of their education. Alyssa had been there for a couple of years now and had begun to spend more time outside the academy doing field work than she spent inside it. This suited her perfectly – she was always happiest out and doing things. Today, however, she had been drafted in to help with the academy’s open day.
This is why the normally-empty green was teeming with people and noise – stalls were set up around the edges, and countless 17-year-olds and their parents stood around, chatting to students and instructors and being given a demonstration of some of the fancy equipment Sky Trainers used to do their job. Alyssa was standing near a food stall which wafted the smell of barbequed meats across the grounds, and was just about to tuck into a burger when a pale, lanky-looking 17-year-old boy sauntered over, flanked on both sides by his parents. Barely waiting for them to ask their question, Alyssa launched into her speech, which she had down pat after giving it to eight previous families in the last 15 minutes:
“So, the Kalos Academy of Flight is the only academy in Kalos that specifically trains Sky Trainers, who are qualified Pokémon trainers who specialise in Pokémon capable of flight and are skilled in the art of Sky Battles. We’re particularly different to the Pokémon League because our goals aren’t to attain pure strength. We focus on the bond between ourselves and our Pokémon first and foremost, developing us as a highly skilled team capable of dealing with any situation – whether it be helping save lives after natural disasters, or assisting Pokémon Rangers and the police in dealing with Pokémon-related crimes. And yes, sometimes we save Espurr from trees.”
Alyssa didn’t mention the part where said Espurr had panicked and unloaded its full psychic force directly on her and had given her nightmares for a week. The family collectively nodded, asked a few mundane questions about housing, food, and pay, to which the answers were respectively “we get dorms,” “the caféteria is great,” and “not enough to feed your son’s Musharna fumes habit,” and left – presumably to make a complaint about that joke. Alyssa took a large bite out of her burger and wandered away from the crowds to watch the river flowing by.
The wind was gentle today, which boded well for the demonstration later. She’d been asked to take part by the faculty – her protests at having to pretend to be a model student were quickly silenced when she found out what the demonstration involved: apparently, a gym leader from a far-away region known as Miato was coming to take part. Her curiosity flared even brighter when she discovered that he was part of a mountain search-and-rescue team in Miato, which was similar to some of the work she did as a rookie Sky Trainer.
She heard a soft thump and a gentle chirping noise next to her, as a large black and purple bat landed from its flight and stuck its head under her arm in an affectionate greeting.
“Hello, Ivy,” Alyssa said, and the Noivern chirruped cheerfully and pushed into her side. Alyssa responded by giving him what he wanted: half of her burger. He immediately grabbed it from her hand, and she scratched him gently behind the crest on his head as he sat down and chewed noisily.
Alyssa decided to join him sitting down, and gazed out across the river. The carefully-trimmed line of trees in the distance rippled gently, and the cacophony behind her seemed to die down for a bit as she tuned the world out. The demonstration wasn’t for a while yet, after all, and she had a little time to relax.