schlick schlick

plop

Pausing a moment to ensure her pack's straps were tight, the brunette tenses a moment. Then rushes forwards, stepping fully and surely in the mud, heartbeat racing as surely as the furret ahead of her is streaking towards the clearing. A bubble of laughter escapes in a huff.

Feels the breeze throwing her short curls every which way as she catches herself from slipping, grin bursting from within. The pack pushes her momentum whilst also trying to drag her down into the earth, not to mention the slick dirt caking her legs as she runs. Wet flecks splat on her face as her pokemon doubles back to trip her up, forcing the woman to hop over his sinewy body. Wobbles unsteadily on her two legs for balance. She soon rights herself to continue towards the cleaner patch ahead. He cackles as he races to the clearing and back four more times, each time sliding under her legs like a bowling ball barreling down the lane and, each time, the trainer rights herself precariously in the mud.

Once she finally steps into the clearing, her furret regally sits himself in the center as though a dirty king about to hold court.

All around the clearing are bright purple and white mushrooms - morellul and shiinotic - resting on root formations that seem to be tiny homes. There're even balm 'shrooms and paras 'shrooms sticking up from the ground! Not to mention the phantump popping up from the trees ["Are there trevenant..?" the brunette asks, searching for their signature red eye and broken trunk patterns]. The smell of razz berries and patchouli soon make their way to her senses. Following her nose, her eyes catch sight of floating pink sachets - spritzee - emerging from the root homes. They observe the hazel-eyed trainer. At this, she slowly raises her hands to show she is unarmed and clearly not calling forth any of her partners from their balls. Risks a glance to her normal-type, who is now holding onto a sentient cup of tea and listening to an oranguru that silently approached from out of nowhere.

Hazel deadpans.

'Really?!'

She shoots the furret a look.


Sly continues to ignore the wild pokemon slowly surrounding his trainer. Accepts the leafy crown from his advisors. As his subjects, they wouldn't dare harm her. Alas, it's been too long since he's been here. He needs to know the ongoings of his kingdom, after all. Though he should probably obtain the general's opinion...

A few decisions later, the furret slinks towards his trainer, who's tickling a phantump under the watchful eyes of the Elder Trees, a spritzee perching on her head. Smiles innocently at the female who clearly doesn't believe a single chitter flowing from his silver tongue. In the end, the brunette acquiesces gracefully, which is just as well. Hazel could have simply returned him to his ball, thrown out the metallic bird, and flown away.

His human plops the ghost in the crook of her arm [not knowing the phantump was older than them all in that forest] as she releases his compatriot, Sirei. The linoone shakes the drowsiness from her pristine cream and brown streaked fur, yawns, and side-eyes Sly as if she knows he did something. Again.

The elegant pokemon faces their trainer to find her cuddling Elder Phantump, who simply waves her off towards the dirty king. Fur bristling, Sirei finds herself in the middle of another council.

[One of these days, she's going to find out how Sly manages to rule over so many territories despite clearly not being a part of the region-!]


[Mew giggles and waves a paw in the air in front of it. A portal appears, and from it, a hoop-wearing djinn emerges. The floating pink cat pokemon points at the pond filled with psychic energy. In it, they find a mischievous furret debating the merits of planting more sweet berry trees with a regal linoone, who argues they should first take care of what the forest itself has before adding anything that may bring other packs into the area. Behind the two normal-types are a host of local pokemon either nodding alongside the furret, or siding with the linoone.

Off to the side, the two legendaries find a trainer jumping in the nearby mud with a phantump, who pauses long enough to let the two legendaries know it felt them, before sinking into the shadows for a quick jump-scare. The elderly ghost claps its arms in glee at catching the human off guard~

Hoopa cackles. It knew the furret would bring entertainment! Mew flips in the air as it asks the other whose turn it is to send off the quirky normal-type?]