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[Hitomi ~ M.D.~]

It took quite a bit of convincing to get Hitomi to consent to pizza for dinner, and no one was entirely sure how it exactly happened, just that Spike was hungry and he would not take any form of 'good for him' type of food. Nutrition. Pah. He let Hitomi take care of that for the both of them.

She had already ordered 3 large pizzas, 1 personal pan pizza, and allowed Compact out back at the garbage. The Muk had insisted that she was on an 'all fruit' diet. Yes, all fruit... rotten fruit anyways. Good luck finding any of that in a pizza dumpster...

At least now they were settling down, and Hitomi was doing something quite similar; resting her head against her Arcanine's large flank, as if she were completely exhausted, which she was. Dealing with her Pokemon all day coupled with working at the Pits was just too much for her body sometimes.

"Tomi-mama."

Her small Pichu friend was sitting next to her, actually on the table as opposed to on the bench though, staring up at her, concern washing over his features.

"You should take a nap before work..."

Hitomi snorted. If only she could...

[Skie Loon]

(( Here's Skie's post x3 Sorry it took so long D: And lol. Monty is being a pest. Sorry 'bout that xD ))


Well.

Here they were again.

Pft, she should just move to the Citadel, if she was gonna be coming to this place so much. Skie and her team just loved this pizza too much. Maybe they needed help. Food therapy or something.

The girl rolled her shoulders, shaking her head and smoothing her hair back down. She still had flying hair; Rawk had just landed outside the building. There had been a few stares of course; the big guy was a big purple dinosaur of a Pokemon. A fossil. Rare. And really, it had been a bit dangerous bringing him in the first place. But the area was crowded enough for her to feel safe from an attack of any sort out in the open.

Rawk was safe in his Pokeball, deep in her jeans pocket, and at her side a loud mouthed brat of a Nidoran trotted. His huge ears were perked, catching bits and pieces of conversations that held his attention for only fractions of a second before he lost complete interest.

Really, though, the young Pokemon was more interested in the place itself, and not the people. This was his first trip over to the Citadel since Skie had won his Pokeball at the slots. A pleasant surprise really, and his own opinion (though he would never admit it) he felt lucky. He’d landed in the hands of a trainer who genuinely cared about him. Loved him even, as much as the rest of her team. She’d told him so before (and he’d scoffed and called her a ‘girl’ for it), but he was part of the family now. Just like Fillet, the Corphish she’d acquired in the same manner.
Though he just about burst into his drama-king tears when she’d told him.

Monty, the little Nidoran’s name was. And he was nothing if not curious, blunt, and lacking in…well, subtlety. He had no quams in telling someone their hair or outfit looked stupid, or lashing at someone who he thought had a dumb opinion (or one just different from his own). He was an outspoken little brat.

And his bright eyes darted to one…one big Pokemon sitting beside one of the tables. Huge, orange, and fluffy, the thing was.
“Hey,” Monty piped up, slowing. Skie stopped as well, looking down at the purple Pokemon. “Hey, isn’t that what Ace is gonna turn into when he evolves?” And yes, the little guy was still young. As opinionated as he already was, he was still very..ignorant to many things. He asked a lot of questions.

“Yep,” Skie nodded, grinning. “That’s an Arcanine.”

“How did he evolve? Training? Is it training?”
But he didn’t wait for his trainer to answer with a simple “No, firestone,” or something. Instead, he darted to the table the Arcanine sat at, and actually jumped onto the bench opposite the one he was near.
He put his daring little paws up on the tabletop and stared scrutinizingly up at the big dog Pokemon. “Hey. How did you evolve?” he asked without hesitation.

Skie took in a deep breath. “Jeez,” she muttered, moving to the table. She reached her arms out and deftly scooped him up, holding him tightly, even as he squirmed for a second in surprise. “I’m sorry. He’s a loud little…Stop moving,” she told him, and with a low grunt he did. “He’s just young and all,” she explained, looking at the tired girl at the table.

“It’s just that I’ve got a Growlithe too. He wants to know—“

“How did you evolve?” Monty asked again. But his eyes moved a bit, zeroing in on the young woman as well. “…Are you sick? You look sick. Or just tired. Are you tired? You should go to a hospital,” he told her, voice stern like he was trying to be some sort of scolding parent or something. He looked back up at the Arcanine. “You should take your girl to the doctor’s before she dies right on the table. That wouldn’t be cool would it? I bet you’d feel guilty—“

“Shut up, Monty,” Skie hissed. “I am going to ground you if you don’t just hush up.”

“…” Monty blinked, but rested his chin on her arms, heaving a sigh as his gaze shifted to the small Pichu on the table.

“I’m sorry,” Skie said again. “His brain doesn’t have a word filter for his mouth. Stuff just…comes out,” she sighed. “Ah, I’m Skie. And…ah…oh…” she tilted her head a little to one side. Something about this girl seemed…familiar.

“Have we met..?” she asked, blinking back her confusion. She could have sworn she recognized this girl.

[Hitomi ~ M.D.~]

Spike stared down at the creature speaking to him, a little perplexed. What was this creature that was drilling him like that? He had seen them before, little purple Nidoran pokemon. No one liked them unless they were completely in love with their evolved forms... but sometimes that differed. The creature looked more like a lunch than a Pokemon, but Spike held his tongue about the matter. He had a feeling Hitomi would be more concerned with the creature's existence than how tasty he was.

Nevermind the fact that the Pokemon was concerned with how he evolved. Didn't everyone know how a Growlithe became an Arcanine? Well, it looked like he was going to have to educate this small, purple bunny rabbit in the finer details of evolution, especially if it was in his near future as well.

However, before he could respond, someone scooped the Pokemon up into her arms, from the table, and away from his present company.

And, after a small moment of silence (from the Nidoran), he launched into a much larger rant, about how Hitomi looked sick and how he needed to take her to a hospital. If he needed to take her to a hospital, he would have known by now and would have done so! This was quite an outrage!

As he snorted in distaste, small flames blew out of his mouth, showing his discomfort with the situation. He might have been incredibly young for an Arcanine, but he knew when someone was being incredibly rude to him, and this was just much too much for his liking.

"It's called a fire stone," he grunted grumpily, "And my 'girl' is just tired from dealing with Pokemon who have the same manners as you."

If Hitomi was actually paying any attention to her Pokemon, she would have scolded him for being so hypocritical, but, her focus was more on the trainer. Always one to meet new people was who Hitomi was, but she had the same sentiment Skie did.

They had met... but the last time she remembered where or when...

"Uhm... maybe," she said, blinking a few times, though she was unable to recall, "... You wouldn't happen to be a Sinnoh native, would you?"

Thomas was sniffing at the girl, and was in relatively close proximity to Monty, though paid no heed to the small Pokemon. A large grin cracked on the Pichu's face as he turned towards Hitomi.

"Tomi-mama! It's that girl from the desert! I'd know that smell of chocolate anywhere!"

He began to prance around on the table at the triumph of knowing who this girl was; if not by name, than by smell. What a wonderful smell it was too! Except that icky smelly stuff.... he could not quite place it.

Hitomi's brow quirked as she analyzed Skie for a few more moments, and a look of recognition crossed her face.

"Yeah... you are, aren't you?" she mused, then shook her head, "Except the chocolate part. I wouldn't know that... Sorry, these two haven't let up on the 'give me attention' thing for a bit... I'm sure you know how that goes..."

It looked like she (quite literally) had her hands full with that Nidoran in front of her.

"We didn't get names before in that chaos, did we? Let's try that now... My name's Hitomi Takeshi... this is Thomas, my Pichu, and Spike, my Arcanine... I've got Stealth, Compact, and Abby floating around somewhere, but I have no clue where they went..."

She looked around a moment before shrugging.

".... C'mon, join us... sit sit... you don't look like you're about to bite my head off for something so I trust we can have a decent conversation..."

[Skie Loon]

(( O___O Feel free to smack me upside the head with like, an aluminum bat for this being so late. ))


“Firestone.” Monty blinked, staring at the Arcanine. “Firestone.” He repeated again. “…Skie that sounds familiar.”

The girl looked down at him. “Remember those rock looking things I was talking to you about a while ago? Firestone is one of the evolution stones.”

“…For fire Pokemon.”

“Good job, Monty.”

He grinned, proud of himself, as if he’d just solved some sort of calculus problem for the first time instead of…the reality of his little victory. But his grin slipped away again, before he looked back at the Arcanine. “…Manners as me?” He blinked. “I have good manners.”

Monty glanced up at Skie when the girl made a deep rumbling sort of noise in her throat. An obvious “Mm hmm, right” bit of sarcasm on her end.

“…Hey. I am. I am well mannered. Truffle said so once.”

“She did, did she?” Skie shook her head, smiling a little. Pft. Her team sometimes. Was just so weird.

Monty sighed, wriggling around for only a second while his trainer held him close. It wasn’t exactly extremely comfortable, dangling like this. He didn’t like the feeling of his back paws just hanging there—didn’t feel any support that his favorite place—the ground—could offer him.
But he only pressed his front paws into her sleeves, wondering what Fillet and the others were up to. And Truffle. He liked Truffle. Truffle was all round and cute and fun.

And while the Nidoran’s mind wandered, ignoring everything anyone else was saying, Skie was continuing the ‘conversation’ that was really all his fault.

“…Sinnoh? No, I was born and raised in Remoor,” She frowned a little though, because that wasn’t exactly helping either of them with figuring out…who…
She glanced down at the Pichu for a second.

And Monty just stared, breaking out of his thoughts for a second. “You’re being weird. Stop being weird. You’re too close.” He told the Pichu.
Not that he was really paid much attention too though. The Nidoran blinked at the outburst. “Desert? I don’t like deserts.” He said simply.

But Skie’s mind was buzzing. The chocolate part would have made her laugh, but all she could manage was a bewildered smile.

Really? Was this really that girl from that…
Hoo. Scary images. Bad memories. Yeesh.

The girl shuddered. She didn’t really like thinking about that day. Or that…whole situation. The world getting eaten up…people dying, vanishing completely…her brother had been one of those people. She was so grateful to have him back. Oh ho, so grateful. But the thought of what happened to him still gave her shivers.

And she felt one of those shivers now, jumping down her spin like a cold little adrenaline rush. A second later, however, the feelings were gone.

“No.” Skie laughed a little, “No, there wasn’t really introduction time out there huh? Just a bunch of running around, freaking out.” She shook her head, grinning a little. “That was some scary shi—stuff. Out there.” Monty had given her a look. He didn’t really approve of swearing.

“Skie Loon,” she said after Hitomi said her part. “And this is Monty. And I have—“ she paused. “Pft. I have pretty much a full house. Eight including this guy.” She sighed, grinning as she shook her head. “And I know what you mean. About the attention thing. God, most of my team are still like, kids. I swear.”

“Hey,” went Monty, but he was shushed.

“But…alright. Sure.” She sat down then on the bench across the table from Hitomi and her Pokemon, loosening her hold on Monty so he could stand up on her lap, his paws on the surface of the table. “I didn’t expect to see you again.” She admitted. “This is actually kinda cool.” She smiled. “But yeah, nice to finally..formallly meet you I guess. Hitomi, Spike, and…Thomas right?”

“That’s what she said,” Monty muttered, tapping a paw on the table as if trying to put his boredom on display. In all honesty he wanted his pizza. He was a little hungry now. “The little thing’s name is Thomas. I like Thomas better than what Gregory named his Pichu. Manly is stupid.”

Skie cleared her throat, shushing him again.

“So,” she started after she was sure Monty was going to be, for the most part, quiet. “How’ve you been? I mean, I don’t know anything about you, even though we sort of spent that day saving each other’s necks, huh?”

[Hitomi ~ M.D.~]

(Yar short)

Thomas looked about ready to give that little Nidoran in front of him a slug in the face... or at least a Thundershock. He was not acting weird. He was being himself, and if that little git did not like it, than that was his own problem.

Hitomi paid no heed to her Pokemon, finding it easier to ignore them, at least for now, while she spoke with this girl, and rather happy that she was not running away in fear of some random goat/ghost/whatever it was thingie... and Unown. Those were things she would rather have not thought about...

At all.

"Eight sounds pretty much like I have... but only being able to bring six along makes things... interesting... a few of them did not want pizza... One's a ghost... one's... well... an Abra... hasn't said much of anything since I stumbled upon him really..."

Quite literally at that; stumbling over that poor Abra of her's. The only thing he responded too recently was the name he gave himself when she asked about it; Alistair. What a cute little Abra...

But sometimes she was quite worried that he was going to fall over from the malnourishment of... well, not eating.

"And a ... uhm... Kit-cia? Is that what it is?"

It was clear that she had very little knowledge on the Remoorian Pokemon. Even with Devin lecturing her about it, she tended to... forget things about those poor Remoorian Pokemon.

"The one that looks like this absolutely adorable cat with two tails... poor thing was abandoned..."

But he was, currently, not around. Despite his love for pizza, he wanted something else, and promised to at least attempt to stay in good behavior vein for as long as he possibly could...

She also left Baku home just so she could stalk him if he failed in that task...

"But these guys are usually pretty... interesting anyways..."

Spike lolled his tongue out, happily thinking about pizza instead of 'idiot Nidoran.'

"I've been alright," Hitomi continued, "... I mean, for someone who works nights at the Pits as the eye candy... it could be quite worse... and I seem to be a freakin' adoption agency... those last three I got just randomly appeared... I swear... it's like they're popping out of the woodwork..."

She sighed, and leaned forward.

"You?"