-Snapshot- (Trip X Georgia)
Requested by: Rat2rrj

"Good job, team. Now… let's get some sleep. Who knows what we'll face tomorrow?" Trip said with a yawn, returning his team to their Pokéballs. With a glance towards the rising moon, he gave a rare smile. "One step closer…" he mumbled, walking towards the town. His usually calm, collected mind gracefully gave away to sluggish tiredness as he continued walking, slinging his bag back across his shoulders.
Lost in the cacophony of emolgas chirping, an object fell into the grass- one that Trip would surely go mad about by daybreak.

"Hey, watch where you're- HEY!" Trip snapped back to reality to see a furious looking girl to his side.
"What?" he asked in an uncaring tone, wanting only to continue on.
"Are you one of those people who need a guide-herdier or something? Because you can't see for shit," she rudely replied, lifting her chin challengingly. She wore a simple yellow hat with, he saw as she crossed her arms, matching gloves.

"I'm sorry. I didn't see where-"
"-damn straight, you didn't…" she interrupted; glare cooling as she assessed him. A strange slight excited her eyes as she shook her head with a small sigh. "Nope, you're not one of them," she mumbled, stepping away. "Sorry. Go ahead." Trip raised an eyebrow, inwardly confused.
One of what? As he voiced this, she smiled, revealing even white teeth.

"I'm a dragon buster," she said importantly. "Which means-"
"-oh, you're one of them." Trip was unimpressed by this revelation- dragon busters were almost as bad as the hicks from the boonies. The girl's smile became challenging as he shrugged his shoulders. "Eh. Those… thugs are ridiculous."

"Ridiculous?" her voice became shrill as he insulted her. "You got a problem with me? I could probably win against you! You don't look tough…" at this challenge, he offered her a thin smile. A shred of emotion as he internally decided to accept the challenge tomorrow.

"You're on… not now, though. I'm tired." She opened her mouth to protest, so he held up his hand and continued with, "Just let me take your picture. That way, I'll remem" –he froze and looked down at his pockets, concerned. He began to rummage through them, growing increasingly worried. "-my camera… It's gone!" he said finally, suddenly wide awake.

"Where were you?" the girl asked with a yawn as Trip frantically retraced his steps. "Here?" in the dim light, Trip could make out an almost familiar shape- a carving in the tree he'd snapped before finishing his training, possibly?

"Think so… can you shine the light onto that tree, please?" he pointed and felt some sort of relief as the torch the girl held showed, in detail, that he HAD been here. "Yeah, I was here. But where would I have dropped it..?" she pointed the torch at the ground as his eyes turned thoughtful.
"What color is it?" she inquired, sounding slightly annoyed. "Green?" he shook his head and followed the torch's light as it moved across the ground.

"It's teal colored…. There!" he pounced towards a reflecting speck on the ground and smiled widely as he felt the camera's edge; felt that there wasn't a scratch on it. Straightening after almost hugging it to his chest (he wouldn't do that in front of a stranger… or anyone) he stared at the dragon buster who'd helped him. She looked surprised and cold as she wrapped her arms around herself. For good reason, too- she wore only a short sleeved shirt and what he thought was a vest over that. Not a hoodie or jacket in sight.

"It meant that much to you?" she asked, watching him shove the camera back into his orange jacket's pocket. He nodded, quickly recollecting himself as she continued to watch him.

"Yeah. With this, I can record my journey. Losses, wins…" he shrugged, keeping his hand in his pocket. "My way of remembering." She thought about this and nodded slowly.
"Huh. Oh, yeah. I'm Georgia," she added with a faint smile. "Still want a battle? I expect my rivals to be… tough. Not weak little wannabes." Like Ash Ketchum? He wanted to add with a chuckle. Part of him wondered if she'd met the so called 'traveler' or his companions. She'd probably met Iris, seeing as she had grown up in the Village of Dragons.

"Yeah? Thought you were a dynamic dragon buster?" he reminded her instead, retrieving his camera from his pocket. As he focused, she complained about his choice of words, adding a few that he easily returned.

The snapshot of Georgia showed an annoyed red head in the middle of saying something. Trip chuckled as he reviewed the shot, deciding that he liked this rival. She, unlike Ash, could entertain him. After the shot had been taken, she'd decided to forgive him- saying that she expected a battle as soon as they both woke up. After reasoning, they'd decided to meet at noon by the Pokémon center.

Wonder how many pictures she'll be in from now on?