Deep breath in, deep breath out. Deep breath in, deep breath out. Quartz had determined that she must remain calm. This was her first vacation in awhile, and her first vacation alone as well. As such, it was her duty to remain calm, and quiet, and watchful, and polite, and maybe she just might make some new-
Ah, who she was she kidding. Calm was boring. Quartz would much rather be silly instead.
"So you, uh... promise me you won't go... bonkers, sis? I mean, this is a-" the speaker, a soft, nervous yet determined little Quilava, who Quartz noticed was hastily throwing glances back at their trainer, was promptly interrupted.
"Wonderful, fine, exciting establishment with awesome, incredible, unique Pokemon from all over the world! Don't you worry about a thing, Ruby." Her voice was bright and sharp, high-pitched, squeaky, and childish at times, and the silly Quilava threw her paws wildly in the air as she spoke, sitting on her back haunches, her makeshift hoodie slipping slightly down her back. She concluded the sentence with a stoutness, throwing down her paw in mock superiority before putting all four paws on the floor. "I promise to not not go bonkers!"
The Quilava took a step towards her brother, and the hood slipped over her ears as she touched noses with him, her eyes bright and yet shadowed with goodbyes. "Go ahead and chase your dreams."
He nodded, and the two broke apart. For a moment, she watched him go, lowering her head into her shoulders as if in sorrow. Then, the Quilava squeaked in excitement, tossing the hood from her head as she turned to observe the crowd. Now, who to talk to...
Ah, look! A dark type! A sort of, uh... lean cat thingy. What were they called, Liepies? Licoricepard? Uh.... Linepears? Or- no wait, those were all weird foods with random letters attached to them. On the subject, was there any food in this place? Quartz was getting rather hungry...
Oh, whatever. Now was not the time to think of food- she had to meet some Pokemon!
The Quilava blindly dashed off, oblivious to the fact that the Liepard was quite obviously trying to talk to some other Pokemon, her feet skittering across the floor, clicking on the smooth tile. Every few bounds or so she'd collide with an object, be it the legs of a human, the body of a Pokemon, or simply some random planter, and she'd shout apologies behind her back in a sharp, excited tone. The tile was smooth and slippery, often causing the Quilava to skid across the floor when she tried to turn or stop, and this only heightened the frequent crashes.
"Woops! Sorry! Oof- Excuse me! Sorry about that! Ow-! Sorry, little plant holder thingy! Sorry, sorry- oof- sorry!"
Rapidly, Quartz gained ground on her target, exiting the hotel building that she and her trainer had been checking out before the team left and reaching her with a final, massive leap off of some Pokemon's back (what was it called... Swampnoodles, or something?) and crashing to a stop a few feet away from where she intended. With a few quick flicks of her head, the Quilava realized she had overshot and skittered back to the Liepard. The silly creature slid to a stop, sitting back on her haunches and looking up at the cat as she began talking, hoping this was in some way how she was supposed to greet new Pokemon.
"Hey! Hey! Hiya!" the Quilava's voice was quick and sharp, like a fast flowing stream, and every time she spoke her head twitched a little to the side and her ear flicked just noticeably. Her speech was fast, without a single pause. "I just saw you and I wanted to say hi! Hi! Hi! You're- what, a Liepear or something? And you're a dark type, right? That's so cool! Can we be friends? Oh, wait-! I know, here." The Quilava paused for a moment, left forepaw fiddling with the inside of her blanket hoodie. The childish Pokemon flicked her paw out, revealing a small sticker shaped like a trophie. She reared on her hind legs, slapping it on the feline's chest, before falling backwards onto her back in a heap of giggles, smiling broadly and toothily at the cat. The sticker read "Number 1!" in large, scrawled letters, and stuck easily to the cat's fur.
Lying on her back, the Quilava craned her neck to look around the room for a moment, her body curled like a misshapen C and legs curled inwards like a playful kitten. "Oh! Wait! I'm supposed to tell you my name, right?" She moved her left paw in a mock salute, finishing with a broad grin as she chirped, "Quartz, at your service!"