Margo had spent a good portion of her day exploring this new town after resting at the Pokemon Center. She had never been outside of Johto before, and everything seemed completely new to her here. She'd payed little attention to the geography of the adjacent region, just knowing the basics, so being able to experience such things was a bit exciting for her, especially after not travelling for so long.
It wasn't long before she came to the square with its large fountain spraying water into the air, then back into the cool, clear pool below. A few people were gathered in the square, some relaxing, some talking with others, and a couple of battles were taking place. Margo thought about letting Fuoco out, since so many people had their own Pokemon out with them, even when they weren't battling, but she figured her Pokemon was probably still asleep. She had learned recently that her Cyndaquil enjoyed its naps very much.
Instead, Margo found an empty bench and had a seat, leaning back a little to enjoy the warm sun. The weather was perfectly clear -- a great day to just relax. A slight breeze blew through the area, gently lifting her bangs before letting it fall again.
Margo scanned the area, watching the trainers battle. She vaguely wondered if she should challenge someone since there seemed to be plenty of people willing. Fuoco could use some training, after all. However, her legs ached a bit from all the walking she'd had to do recently, so she decided to put that off for a later time and just relax for now.
The young man walked into the center of the town where a beautiful fountain was spraying water in an elegant fashion. This town was much nicer than some of the others he had paid a visit to. It was clean and there was freshly-cut grass that filled the air with a delightful smell. Paired with the sound of the water and the warmth of the sun, damn this place was nice.
Hell, it was more than nice.
It was awesome.
"This is awesome."
Abellio looked towards his Servine companion that trotted next to him to gauge his reaction. Noticing his trainer was expecting something, the grass snake pokemon looked around and then shrugged, as if to say, "eh."
"Aw, come on, Jake!" the green trainer said, "You have to admit this is pretty great."
The Servine only continued to shrug, not wanting to tell his friend he was wrong, but we,, he was wrong.
"Oh, whatever. Buddy will appreciate it."
Perhaps now the Servine should have just said it was the best fucking place he'd ever been, because now Abellio was reaching for-
Before the Servine could move, the Buizel was out of his pokeball and racing for the nearby fountain. With a dive inwards, a splash of water was out for Jake. The grass snake hopped on his stomach and slithered away before the water could get to him, however, there were more targets. Abellio couldn't quite tell, but he water may have his a young red-headed girl sitting nearby.
"Dammit, Buddy!" He said, already on his way to the girl, "Uh, sorry. He didn't mean to," the young man apologized without even checking to see if she had actually been hit.
Margo had tilted her head back and closed her eyes, enjoying the warm sun coupled with the sounds of the fountain and a few conversations spoken nearby her. It was quite relaxing, and she almost felt like dozing off, if it weren't for the sudden shrieking.
Sitting up and opening her eyes, the redhead realized that the screams had come from a couple of girls that nearly got run down by a Buziel, who then dove into the fountain right in front of her at top speed. For a second, Margo saw the wave of water coming at her in slow motion. She had just enough time to instinctively shield her face with her arms and turn from it, her shoulder and back bearing most of the water.
Margo cried out a little from the sudden cold. A shiver running down her spine. However, the sun quickly began to warm her now-soaked shirt, and she turned to find the trainer of the Buizel running towards her, already apologizing.
"No, it's fine," she replied with a small smile, turning around fully. "It's just a little bit of water."
She was glad now that she hadn't let Fuoco out of his Poke Ball, though. Margo was fairly sure that he wouldn't have appreciated the sudden cold bath.
Well it had appeared that the girl had managed to at least not take the wave of fountain water on her front. Abellio assumed that was... better? It wasn't better than being dry, he was pretty sure, but still? Oh, hell, he couldn't justify it.
"Buddy, get over here and apologize!"
The Buizel poked his head up from the water at the sound of his name. After receiving the command, the otter pokemon exited the fountain and, with eyes looking to the ground and hands behind his back, he crossed towards Abellio and the girl with the look of a guilty child. Upon reaching the two, Buddy peered up at the girl and mutter a
Jake trotted over next to the orange otter and giggled at him.
"Yeah, really, I'm sorry for that. Again. Can I, get a towel or something?"
Abellio looked around for a towel or a napkin, or something, but couldn't find anything. This was a fountain in the Town Square, after all, not a pool. Getting an idea, Abellio turned back to Buddy.
"Alright, you made the mess, now clean it!"
After figuring out what exactly he meant by that, the Buizel turned away from the redhead and began spinning his tails around in a circular fashion, much like a fan. Hopefully this would help.
Margo watched as the Buizel approached, and she couldn't help but smile at the way that it did, almost like a child getting scolded. It was impossible to even think of being mad at such an adorable thing.
When the Buizel's trainer offered a towel, she was about to politely deny, but then he turned back to his Buizel, ordering him to clean it up. At first, she was a bit curious and worried as to what he meant by that, but she understood as soon as he turned and started to spin his tail. Smiling, the girl turned so that the wet part of her shirt was facing the Pokemon.
The breeze was a bit cold on the water, but it was better than to walk around with soaked clothes all day. Margo turned her attention back up to the trainer.
The tail fan appeared to be working. Abellio was glad he had known that Buizels were able to spin their tails like that. Mostly he thought it was handy for their ability to hover off the ground like a helicopter, so he was hoping it would work like a fan. And thank god it was. Perhaps now they could feel a little better about the incident.
After it seemed like she was dry enough, Abellio nudged his little river otter with his foot. The tails ceased their spinning and Buddy turned back to face the others.
"Well, uh," Abellio said, kind of at a loss of what to say or do next, "What, uh, brings you here?"
Once she was completely dry, Margo sat back against the bench, looking back up at the trainer. She hadn't really gotten a good look at him before, but now that she had, it was obvious he was a trainer travelling like she was, though he had done it longer. He was a bit dirty from his travels and had a few scrapes and the like.
When he began talking to her again, she looked back up at him. "Oh, I actually came here from the next town over," she said. Her hand fell to the Poke Ball with Fuoco at her waist, and she pulled it free to look down at it. "I just got my first Pokemon, actually."
She could see the Cyndaquil stirring inside, yawning a little as it woke from its nap. It was about time it did too; Margo was starting to get worried that the Pokemon she had gotten was suffering from some kind of sleep powder or something from how often it snoozed.
"Oh, I'm Margo, by the way," the girl said, looking back up at him. "I'm kinda new to the region..."
Hearing that he had met someone new was quite exciting to Abellio. Though he wasn't exactly new to travelling about the region anymore, he had only seemed to meet people who were just a bit more experienced than he was. He was usually the one asking them about people and places. But now here was someone who was just beginning and he had the chance to tell her about the places to go.
"Oh wow, really?!" he said excitedly, "You should go see the waterfall in the Cimmerian Forest at some point!"
Abellio remembered back to when he was there and just about had an orgasm over the experience. But then there was the Kuhre River, where he met Buddy. That was a good experience too...
"Oh, and the Kuhre River!" he made sure to throw in. Didn't want to miss that place.
Oh, but now he was thinking about other places too. He was getting so consumed in trying to think of good places for the new traveler to visit, that he almost forgot about what else she had said.
"I'm Abellio," he added in, acting as though he didn't just start blurting out locations, "Welcome to Kuhre!"
Abellio glanced down at Buddy- who was clapping in excitement- and Jake, who wasn't really paying attention until he noticed his trainer gaze, and then he graciously bowed. Now this was showmanship! But seeing Abellio reminded him of yet another thing he wanted to say.
"What pokemon do you have?" he said as he peered over at the pokeball.
When Abellio got excited, sweet Jesus, did he get excited.
Margo couldn't help but grin a little a the boy's enthusiasm as he begant to tell her places she should visit. She was right to think that he was a travelled quite a bit. She tried to make sure to remember these places he was talking about so she would be able to visit them for herself later. There was a while new region to explore after all!
The man had paused in giving her more sights to see to tell her his name, Abellio. It was certainly a unique name, for a rather unique person no less. His Buizel seemed to be as excited as his trainer was, and his Servine gave her a bow after receiving a look from Abellio. Margo smiled doen t them both before her attention was brought back up when he asked her what Pokemon she had.
"Oh, here, let me let him out," she said, figuring Fuoco would want out soon anyway. The girl droppsd the ball on thr ground and it burst open to reveal the fire type, who was in the middle of scratching its head with its hind foot brfore realizing it had company now and looking up.
The girl had taken out her newly acquired pokemon and released it. When the Cyndaquil appeared, Abellio grinned. A Johto starter! Those were good. Abellio wanted to travel to that region as well at some point. Well, he wanted to travel everywhere, ultimately. If Margo said she came from just next town and got her first pokemon- which was a starter- then Abellio could only assume she had just paid Professor Linden a little visit. She really was new.
"A Cyndaquil!" he called out, "You must have gotten him at Linden's, then."
Abellio bent down and picked up Jake with both hands and set him down in front of him, as if to put him on display. Needless to say, the Servine was not at all pleased with this action and huffed once he was set down.
"I got Jake from there too, back when he was just a little Snivy."
The grass snake gave an embarrassed grimace and looked away.
Fuoco looked up as the other Pokemon was set down before him. He cocked his head to the side curiously, observing it with his squinted eyes. The other Pokemon looked interesting enough, though not quite happy about the current situation. He approached it slowly, reaching his long snout out to give it a sniff.
"Yeah, I did," Margo replied. "She was, er... much different than Professor Elm." That was an understatement.
The redhead looked back down at the grass type Pokemon when Abellio started talking about it more. It looked like Fuoco had taken interest in the Servine as well, and was now circling around it to observe it more. When he wasn't sleeping the day away, he seemed to be a curious little thing.
When he addressed her again, Margo looked back up at the green-haired boy. "Oh, yeah, kinda," she replied with a small smile. "Well, this is my second time trying it, anyway."
Jake turned back to face in front of him at the feeling that he was being observed. Upon looking, he had made eye contact with the Cyndaquil before him- or, well, about as much eye contact one could make with a Cyndaquil anyway. Feeling slightly uncomfortable about being looked at and studied, the Servine tried to subtly look away at the scenery- as if he had just made eye contact on his way to see something else.
However, it wasn't long before the fire-type was moving around the grass-type, which only made Jake all the more uncomfortable. It was pretty hard to act like nothing was happening when this obviousness was taking place all around him. the grass snake's hand leaves fliddled about awkwardly and it looked as though he was going to speak a few times but never did as he tried to think of the proper way to get the other pokemon to go away.
Finally, Jake decided that perhaps it would just be best to... walk away? The Buizel was quite enjoying himself as he watched the poor Servine try to get out of his situation, even snickering quietly. The Servine shot the river otter a glare before awkwardly and hesitantly trying to get out of the circle that the Cyndaquil had put him in before going over and standing very close to Abellio, who was inquisitantly listening to the redheaded girl.
Elm...? he thought. She's been to Elm?
But it was her next answer that explained it all.
"Oh!" the green trainer couldn't help but let out upon understanding.
She was new the region, yes, but that didn't mean she was new to training! She was already an experienced trainer and this must only be part two of her journey. She must have left her other pokemon elsewhere.
"So then you're experienced?" he said with a smile, "If you want, we could have a battle! I would feel bad asking someone who just got their first pokemon to one, but if you've done this before..."
Abellio trailed off and lifted his eyebrows as if to say "come ooooon~"
The Cyndaquil paused when he saw the Servine begin to move away from him, inching back towards its trainer carefully. He wondered why this new Pokemon was doing this, and followed him over there curiously. When he approached the Pokemon and trainer, however, the human now gained his interest. With squinted eyes, the Pokemon looked up at Abellio, giving his pant leg a little sniff out of curiosity.
Fuoco's own trainer, meanwhile, wasn't paying attention to his antics. Instead, she was still listening to Abellio. At first she was a little surprised that he hadn't known about her past experience with training, but then remembered that she was no longer in Johto, where pretty much everyone she knew had known about it.
Right. I'm in a whole new region, she reminded herself. New region, new people, new, fresh start. That's why she came here in the first place.
"Um, well," the girl replied, glancing down at the Cyndaquil who was contemplating whether or not Abellio's shoelaces would be very edible at the moment. "I haven't really gotten to train Fuoco much yet. Plus, it's been a few years since I've actually had any battle experience..."
Margo trailed off and bit her lip a little. She felt like she was just making excuses, but she was nervous about battling again. It was so silly. After all, Abellio seemed nice enough. Surely he would go a bit easier on her since she was new? And anyway, she couldn't put it off forever.
Abellio's smile didn't even begin to fade as the other trainer gave excuses that seemed to hint that she did not want to battle. Perhaps Abellio just wasn't picking up on her lack of enthusiasm to battle him, or perhaps he just assumed that he would have his way and convince her to battle anyway. He had his ways of getting a good battle to happen, though most of them involved him just being annoying.
As the fire-type followed the Servine, the grass snake turned back slightly and grimaced. Well, god damn it. The Servine stayed close to his trainer, but as the little Cyndaquil began to sniff Abellio's pants leg, the Servine was even more uncomfortable. How dare that little runt dared to sniff his trainers pants? Just right there, sniffing away like he had a line of cocaine going up his leg! The grass snake scooted closer and gently reached out a leaf hand with the intention of nudging the fire-type back and away from his trainer.
Abellio, however, only glanced down quick enough to see the pokemon and smile at it before going back to the trainer.
"Aw, come on!" he started, "I'm sure the two of you are fine battlers! Really!"
Abellio reached in one of his many pockets and retrieved a poke ball.
"But if you're worried, I can use Spike."
With a drop of the ball and a flash of light, the shiny Kakuna was on the ground in front of him, looking about.
"He's not as trained as Buddy of Jake, so it'll be a little more even."
At the statement about his lack of training, the bug pokemon seemed to come to attention even more, as if trying to impress his trainer into taking the comment back. He did not, however.
Abellio didn't seem to sense her hesitation to battle him, or if he did, didn't seem fazed by it at all. Instead, he kept smiling at her, which was starting to make her a bit uncomfortable. She dropped her green eyes to her lap, picking at a small bit of thread poking out of the denim. A hand brushed a bit of her bangs out of her eyes before she ventured a glance up at the boy again.
Yup, he was still smiling at her.
Meanwhile, at the feet of said trainer, Fuoco felt something softly touch his side before he was able to nibble at Abellio's pants to see how they tasted. Turning, he rediscovered the Servine, who was now closer to him. What was it doing? The Cyndaquil wasn't quite sure. Maybe it wanted to be friends? Yes, that must be it!
Smiling as much as a Cyndaquil can, he gave a little "Quiiil~" of happiness before taking the leaf-like hand in his paw, as well as the other one, gripping it just tightly enough to make escape difficult.
Meanwhile, back with the two trainers, Abellio had just sent out his Kakuna, who Margo was inspecting carefully. Surely a Kakuna wouldn't be that hard to beat, right? She cast a glance at Fuoco, who was swinging Jake's hands around a little in his excitement. He was a fire type, so surely a battle such as this wouldn't be too difficult, right?
"Um," the redhead said quietly, glancing back at the bug type, then back at the trainer it belonged to. A voice inside her urged her to accept his challenge. After all, how was she supposed to have a fresh start if she was going to be too chicken to even battle?
"Well... alright, let's give it a shot," she finally agreed.