Forjustice - YÍNSEO

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"Well, Wallace, if you wish to tell embarrassing stories about me…I have one about you I would love to share!"

"This story also happened to take place around the time that Wallace and I started dating. Back then, Wallace was dreadful with any sort of Pokémon that wasn't a Water-type, whereas I was equally so with Water-types specifically. To understand each other better we each attempted to get out of our comfort zones and learn about Pokémon we were not used to, and to do this, we had an exchange. Wallace gave me a Mudkip, which he chose because it was part Ground as well as part Water, giving me a bit of familiar footing. In turn, I gave him an Eevee which he could evolve into a Vaporeon. But because I wanted to help him a little, I specifically chose an Eevee who had been the child of two Vaporeons. Eevee tend to take after the evolutions that either of their parents were, so I thought that giving him a water-aligned Eevee would aid him further in his ability to raise it. He needed all the help he could get--and in the end, it still wasn't enough."

He gives a quaint little chuckle.

"One day, Wallace and I were at the Sootopolis City beach together. I was sunbathing a good distance away from the water while Wallace was standing with his Eevee on his shoulder in the waves. He was playing one of his favorite games with his Luvdisc companion--giving her gentle underhand tosses into the water, after which she would swim back to him to be underhand tossed again. It was quite discomfiting to me when I first saw them do it, but apparently it's actually a common way in which fish Pokémon like playing with their Trainers. Well. Wallace thought--he told me later--that Vaporeon are half fish. And he thought that his Eevee, despite being a cat and cats generally disliking water, had enough of a fishlike disposition that she would like it. You see where I'm going with this, yes?" Steven laughs. "He took his Eevee off his shoulder and underhand tossed her into the water! I swear, I could have heard that poor little kitten screaming all the way from Petalburg Woods. I've never let him live that down, and neither has she. She still squirts him with Water Guns anytime she's mad at him, anytime she feels like it--or any time I tell her to."

That first hourglass ask was the combination of a couple of true stories that happened to me/that I personally observed, with a few artistic liberties taken. People are wild.

She knows right away what sort of kid she's dealing with--some young ones open up less easily than others, requiring more time and patience. Sometimes it takes more than one conversation. Fortunately for her, she has the patience and kindness to handle situations like this. And if she isn't successful, she at least hopes to be able to say something to make the kid feel a little better.

"I'm Asteria Skyherald, Champion of Hoenn," she says. "I've been in some pretty bad places myself when I was your age. And I don't think I'd be much of a Champion if I ignored people who were suffering right in front of me."

unfortunate for her … Ree’s a moody teen who doesn’t trust strangers. Especially ones that try to approach them and act sympathetic.

They tense, brows furrowing, before they shrug and look away.

“Why don’ you mind your own business? I didn’t ask for you ta get all up in here. I don’t even know who you are.”

"Glad you asked, little one~ The Ides of March refers to March 15, the roughly 2,000-year anniversary of the assassination of a former Emperor of the Ferrumese Empire. He's still celebrated in Ferrum for being a great conqueror, but if you want to ask my opinion, conquerors inherently aren't great. Considering the guy got stabbed around 20 times, it must've been a super scary and serious event when it happened. But now that it's 2,000 years in the past, people joke about it like they killed the guy by driving a clown car into the Ferrumese Senate. And hey. Since it's practically a holiday now, it gives me the perfect excuse to commemorate the occasion with a little more STABSTABSTABSTABSTAB--!"

Willow comes out of nowhere, perching onto Zinnia like a Komala. "Wh't's t'e Id... Ide... Idez o' M'rc'?"

Aunties from Hoenn please don't taint this child too bad.