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I' M NOT RUNNIN'
IT'S A LITTLE DIFFERENT NOW ―

A stranger approached from left stage. Fran side-eyed the younger girl. Her hair was the color of blueberry candy, contrasting the amethyst shine of her eyes. But most noticeably, she was a small thing with thin limbs and rounded eyes. 

The soft pittering of her feet along the stones that encircled the fountain is what first drew Fran's attention. They sounded airy. The older woman side-eyed the teenager as she planted herself more than an arm's reach away. At least she knew not to bother Fran while she was enjoying her afternoon. 

The two females sat in comfortable silence for a little bit. Fran soon forgot the presence of another, the younger of the two simply fading into the situational environment. 

Though her will to enjoy the sunny afternoon was strong, there never seemed to be lasting peace for the trainer. Johto was littered with new and exciting pokemon that Fran would like to challenge, and despite the inconvenience of the challenge, she would never turn it down. 

So as she sat on the edge of the fountain, quietly thinking on her solace, a shift in the air drew her into a different mindset. Fran looked over to her side and saw a small yellow mouse perched on the edge of the fountain. It was a pikachu, she had seen one before. It smiled at her, and Fran brought a hand up to offer a soft petting for the beast. Unfortunately, this pokemon had different ideas for their first encounter. 

The heart-shaped tail dipped into the pooling water and flicked upward with force, thrashing water into Fran's face. Her had drooped before her chest. 

"It's okay, I see you want to be a little shit instead," Fran sneered. The pikachu held its stomach as a squeaky laugh erupted from its throat. Fran went to snatch the little bastard, but it jumped off the fountain, skipping a few paces away. It turned once more, pointing and laughing. 

"Let's fuckin' dance then, asshole," the wild-haired woman spat. She wiped her face with her right hand, and reached for a pokeball safely fastened around her belt with the other. The fighter gripped the device with a strong first, clicking the button within her palm. A collection of light fell from the ball, slipping onto the ground, and solidifying into an insectoid silhouette. 

The trapinch shook the light cloak from his body, facing the pikachu. Her attitude had shifted as the threat became imminent. The mouse clenched its fists, its body sparking with electricity. The shocks threw themselves across the field, grounding themselves around the husk of San Antonio. 

But to no effect. The trapinch snapped its jaws, glaring at the pikachu. The wild pokemon started, realizing her attack had no worked. Fran cracked her knuckles. 

"Superpower, San Antonio," she ordered. The newest member of her team turned his head, snapping his jaws once more at his trainer. She knew what he wanted. The same thing as always. Fran reached into the pocket of her shorts, and pulled out a small package of nuts she had picked up before entering the national park. She wagged it listlessly. "For you when you're done," Fran added. 

San Antonio's mouth snapped shut. He threw his head back onto the pikachu, who had already taken a step back. A smoldering rage breathed behind the glutton's eyes. His body slowly bled a blue aura, wrapping himself in it. This power projected onto nearby rocks, scattered across the circular court where trainers had carried dirt, twigs, pebbles, and other assorted potential weaponry. Whatever was heavy or sharp enough to cause damage lifted into the air. 

A hail of nature's second-rate ammunition launched through the air, cutting and bruising the small mouse in many directions. She whined, covering her head, and ran off into the tall grasses before too much damage was taken. 

San Antonio whipped around with speed that should not be possible for a trapinch. His stubby limbs carried him swiftly to the feet of his trainer, where he simply opened his maw wide. Fran began lazily tossing the snack into his mouth. The personalities she indulged with this team... San Antonio crunched his reward. 

But between bites, Fran could hear a crunch of a different kind. The crushing of grass under a heavy object. She looked up, scanning the surroundings quickly. Her eyes fell on another beast, approaching on all fours. It was closing in on the young trainer beside Fran. 

"Heads up," she warned, gesturing with her package of nuts to the displeasure of her companion. 

759 words. sorry this got long quick. san antonio +2
Jenna Wright

by sixsmith.

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[attr="class","Vgentemptitle"]A Wild Pokemon Has Appeared

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I' M NOT RUNNIN'
IT'S A LITTLE DIFFERENT NOW ―

The capture device twitched energetically, pulling left and right. But at last, it calmed, and Fran knew she had a new team member. She passed San Antonio to retrieve the ball. Placing it around her belt, she slowly turned to the blue-haired trainer. 

"Don't worry about it," Fran responded. Her eyes trailed away from Jenna, catching a skewed view of the battle beyond; a duel between a small bird that had been hovering above for quite some time, and a small insect. It didn't last long enough to keep her attention. "Fran," she stated simply, looking back into the eyes of the younger trainer. Introductions were not necessarily her forte. 

San Antonio allowed the stranger to get close. He shared her gaze briefly, but interrupted it with a sharp snap of his jaw. He was still hungry, and now irritable from battle. 

"If by feisty you mean fat-ass, then yes," Fran retorted, softly kicking the trapinch at her feet. He would eat her shoes if he could, but Fran wasn't offering. She appreciated Jenna's remarks on her new capture, agreeing quietly that he was a good choice for her team. The wild-haired woman was picky with her pokemon; she only captured and trained those that she believed to have true fighting potential. This elekid fit the bill, easily. 

"I think we're gonna go someplace quieter," Fran offered. Who knew so many wilds would flock to the large fountain? It appeared that a lack of humans meant a surplus of wild pokemon, which was a predicament, as the woman didn't necessarily like hanging out with other trainers. Still, Fran had not given up on her relaxing afternoon. 

"Maybe we'll see you around, Jenna." Her name fell out of Fran's mouth casually. The wild-haired woman gave a lazy wave as sh e turned on her heels, bounding toward a new secluded sun-spot. San Antonio followed at his trainer's feet.

"I hope to see you fight again."

324 words. bai bai Jenna Wright

by sixsmith.