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Over the past seven months, Hrist had learned a fair number of things. For one, they'd learned that some pokemon despised their reflections, and could be bonded to by the simple act of covering a mirror. They'd also learned how to baby-proof a hideout entirely, solely because they'd once stepped on a still-sparking cord, and nearly been sent straight to Darkrai's realm. Perhaps their most important life-lesson, though, had been not to fall asleep in random places, for fear of being mistaken f...

It was test time. Hrist had gotten their hands on a pokemon, a real connection to one, like what their father had with his Crobat. So, what came next was only natural- an application for a tracking license, permission to hunt down nera and specific pokemon. It'd serve two purposes- they could bring in data, earn credits. Explore further on their own, more safely. Who knew what opportunities would come from that? Well, honestly, it probably wasn't going to change too much, BUT! Hrist wa...

The Sylvangloam. Just about as opposite as a body could get from Brookfell, with pristine woodlands and strangely glowing mushrooms. Plants that evaded categorization. Pokemon that probably hadn't been caught and indexed yet. All in all, it was, to most, beautiful. For a bonafide city-dweller, such a place may as well have been a foreign planet. Still, Hrist could feel an almost-rhythm in the way the boughs swayed above. The lack of the common chatter of the city, the lau...

Time off, between runs. Hrist liked these little moments all the more now that they had somebody to spend it with. They rolled onto their belly, eyes sweeping the little alley-way nook. Some might call it cramped, but the place was filled with little treasures- and, amidst them all- This creature. Gunter, with his watery sail-fins and bone helm. A little monster, who they had found not terribly long ago in the mines. Not all that far away, honestly. He was sleeping, curled up with a dec...