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    i've got that glitter on my eyes
    stockings ripped all up the side
    we are who we are

    Aleria stood outside of the front office to the Park. The person she was supposed to be escorting through the Ultra Wormhole today was apparently someone who didn't quite want to be there. Rumor had it among the other Rangers in the office that the guy was forced to go in by family. She was the one who picked up the run (first one on the list, first one to be picked up, clear the line out), and the Rangers told her to wait for him at the front office instead of at the entrance to the Enigma Ruins.

    Aleria shrugged, but she waited anyways.

    And so she stood outside of the front office, her Charizard soaring the skies and stretching her wings. Riza would be their transport to the Enigma Ruins, provided the kid wasn't too afraid of flying on the back of a large Fire and Flying type Pokemon. If he was, then they would walk, and Riza would return to her Poke Ball. Either way, Riza was getting her exercise in for the day.

    And Aleria was doing something she rarely did, greeting trainers who came into the front office in preparation for runs. It was truly a sight to be seen, and it wasn't something that would likely be happening again, at least not any time soon.


    Trainer: @Magikchicken; - Egbert Masterson
    Available Items: Digital Camera, Apricorn Box, Hyper Ball x3, Super Ball x4, Calming Fragrance Plus x2, Poke Doll x2, Lava Cookie x2, Energy Powder Plus x3, Revival Herb x2
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    Location: Ultra Wormhole
    Encounters Remaining: 5
    Encounter List: N/A
    MCR: 0/????
    Captures: N/A
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    Ledian | Female | Iron Fist | Bashful | EMs: Power-Up Punch | 100%


    Dog-Thing the Arcanine | Male | Intimidate | Serious | EMs: Hidden Power (Psychic)*, Overheat, Iron Tail, Sunny Day, Substitute, Fire Blast, Dig, Double Team, Attract, Rest, Toxic, Solarbeam, Will-o-Wisp, Sleep Talk, Howl | 100%

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    There wasn't a ferry scheduled to arrive this hour. The next one wouldn't be getting here for another seventy-five minutes, give or take; it'd be bringing the next batch of Trainers from the closest mainland once the Park staff had had a chance to confirm that all the paperwork was in order and no forbidden items or unauthorized Pokémon were aboard. It would be a long wait for this Trainer, "Egbert," to arrive— hang on, what was that in the sky?

    It was approaching over the ocean from the direction of Kanto. No flying Pokémon went so far out to sea; and as the speck above the horizon grew closer and larger, it became clear that this was too big to be any but the rarest Pokémon. A vehicle, then, but no Park hovercraft were scheduled to be arriving in the area today. If this was a plane, it would have to have been authorized directly by Park management to be permitted to make such an approach... And such authorization was notoriously difficult to obtain. Was this a direct flaunting of the Park's regulations??

    Apparently not, based on the sudden appearance of some Park orderlies near the docks down the hill from the Park's main office. Six or seven men and women were walking out of various doors in the dockyard administrative building, where normally "customs" was processed, and taking positions around an empty space at the National Park docks. It appeared that, according to the powers that be, whoever was in that vehicle was allowed to be here.

    The flying vehicle drew closer and began to descend in preparation for landing— certain to give Riza a respectfully wide berth as the Charizard circled— and now more could be seen of it. A sleek craft shaped (and sized) like a cross between a sport SUV and a small luxury yacht, this vehicle was clearly a new model: all chrome and graphene-plated glass and near-silent thrusters. It slowed to a hover ten yards above the dockyard, and sank down smoothly through the air to splash down in an empty space at the pier where the ferries docked. There was a brief commotion, as groups of Park staff who hadn't been aware the vehicle was cleared for landing rushed out of the administrative buildings by the pier and were stopped by the orderlies who were already waiting for it. Meanwhile, a vertical door opened upwards, as though the vehicle were a dignified Braviary deigning to lift her wing; and a tall, impeccably dressed man stepped out from the driver's seat and onto the pier.

    From the front office building, an onlooker would be able to see at least some details: the man looked to be in his late twenties, and he was wearing a black tailcoat, a high-collared white shirt, and a cheerful expression. His blond hair was barely two inches long and immaculately tidy, spiked a little at the front and swept back tastefully with the judicious application of the barest touch of hair gel. He looked around, nodded as though pleased at what he saw, and strode up, still smiling graciously, to one of the staff who were moving to get his paperwork. As he moved, the glint of sunlight from the two Poké Balls and two Ultra Balls affixed to the leather belt at his waist proclaimed him a Trainer.

    There was a brief and polite exchange— inaudible at this distance— and several waivers were signed with a flourish by the dapper Trainer. A few of the Park orderlies looked to be very taken with this well-mannered and good-looking stranger; more than one envious glance was shot up the hill from the pier to the building where Riza was waiting.

    Then the smiling Trainer turned around, walked back to the vehicle, and opened the rear door to assist someone else in climbing out.

    The boy who emerged looked as though he'd just awoken from a much-needed nap. His brown hair was tousled, and he blinked sleepily as the well-dressed man— his chauffeur??— helped him stand unsteadily on the gently rocking dock. He mumbled something, and the tall man whispered a response with a sympathetic smile.

    The child wore clothing that was the perfect mixture of practical and stylish, but it somehow still failed to give him the appearance of capability. The outfit's colourful and well-chosen mix of shades of purple was marred by what looked like a thorough dusting of down from the pillow he was still clutching to his chest; the understated, tasteful gold highlights up and down his sides, along his shoulders, and at the edges of the black tool-belt he wore just looked gaudy on him. The fabric was practical, breathable nylon, good for any level of activity, and the belt was a wonder of hardy leather, rigid carbon-fiber pouches, and beautifully hand-crafted wooden clasps for the Poké Ball and Ultra Ball affixed there; but the boy didn't look at home in sporty gear or a Trainer's trappings.

    The long and short of it was, Ed looked sloppy: the dynamic purple nylon shirt was partially untucked and fell over the right-hand side of his belt, preventing easy access to the Trainer gear on it; his slim, sleeveless mauve jacket was unzipped and heavily creased from having been slept in; and the expression on his face— though hard to make out from this distance— was decidedly not the eager grin of a Trainer preparing to encounter new and interesting Pokémon.

    With the prompting of a gentle nudge from the well-dressed professional at his side, the boy named Ed took his first, halting steps along the dock, and up the hill towards the Park's front office.

    Behind him, the chauffeur let out a long breath that— in a less evidently professional man— might have been mistaken for a sigh, and ducked back into the flying vehicle's comfortable driver's seat, there to await his young charge's return. From here on in, Ed was in the hands of the Park Ranger assigned to him; and if that didn't suffice to keep him safe and get him to take on the mantle of a real Trainer... well, then nothing would.

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    NBP #2


    i've got that glitter on my eyes
    stockings ripped all up the side
    we are who we are

    Aleria watched as the flying vehicle descended and landed. She saw a well-dressed man walk by her and enter the office, but he exited shortly after. 'That was odd,' she told herself as she watched the man go back towards the direction of his vehicle. Did she need to go back inside and address something? Normally people weren't turned away from the park unless they were closed, and Aleria couldn't remember a time, at least in her time as a Ranger, where the park closed. There were times where it was slow and there were few Rangers helping take trainers on runs, but the park never actually closed. She gave a small shrug. Whatever the problem was, it could wait. She had a trainer to take on a run, and the guy who came in and out left anyways.

    She saw a young boy approaching the main office. He was a timid boy, clearly uncertain about what he was getting himself into. Perhaps this was the person she was to escort through the park. They did warn her that it seemed like the kid was being forced to participate in the Ultra Wormhole events.
    It was odd, but Aleria shrugged that off too. The kid would be safe with her. She never let anything happen to her trainers (unless, of course, they deserved it, and even then, those very rare instances were more like accidents instead of purposeful harm). The kid would be fine.

    She approached him, slowly so as not to scare him away or make him any more frightened than he probably already was. Aleria wore a smile on her face, a soft one to show that she was indeed friendly. The poor kid looked like a mess, as if he'd been dragged out of bed for this. Or maybe he slept on the way over to the Park. The trip to the main office could be a long one for some, so it was understandable if some people came into the main office a little disheveled from their trip. At least they were getting the much needed rest for their expeditions into the park.

    "Hi," she said once the kid was close enough. "Are you Egbert?"


    Trainer: @Magikchicken; - Egbert Masterson
    Available Items: Digital Camera, Apricorn Box, Hyper Ball x3, Super Ball x4, Calming Fragrance Plus x2, Poke Doll x2, Lava Cookie x2, Energy Powder Plus x3, Revival Herb x2
    Used Items: N/A
    Location: Ultra Wormhole
    Encounters Remaining: 5
    Encounter List: N/A
    MCR: 5861/????
    Captures: N/A
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    Pokemon:


    Ledian | Female | Iron Fist | Bashful | EMs: Power-Up Punch | 100%


    Dog-Thing the Arcanine | Male | Intimidate | Serious | EMs: Hidden Power (Psychic)*, Overheat, Iron Tail, Sunny Day, Substitute, Fire Blast, Dig, Double Team, Attract, Rest, Toxic, Solarbeam, Will-o-Wisp, Sleep Talk, Howl | 100%

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    "Umm... Hi. I mean, yes," the boy mumbled, meeting the energetic, redheaded Ranger's gaze for only a moment as he came to a halt a safe distance away from her. "I'm Ed."

    His attention shifted immediately away from the challenging gleam in Aleria's hazel eyes, as though he were hoping that by avoiding the source of Aleria's incisive scrutiny he could pretend he was no longer being watched. His wandering gaze took in the brightly coloured but ever so slightly worn buildings that made up the main office; the rocky shores that stretched away in both directions from the dockyard; and then were drawn into the sky by the smooth gliding motion of the steadily circling Charizard above.

    "Are... are we flying?" he asked, still not meeting Aleria's eyes, preferring to stare up at the Pokémon as he murmured, seemingly to himself, "My cousin Neil has a Charizard. He let me come along once. I... I like flying."

    Then the boy returned his listless gaze to the ground. "But it's fine if not. Dad always says, If you want to fly, do it on wings you've trained." The voice Ed mimicked was much deeper than his own just-barely-pubescent tenor, and it sounded full of authority (along with more than a hint of judgmental disappointment.) "Dad wouldn't like it if someone told him Neil let me fly with him."

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    NBP #3


    i've got that glitter on my eyes
    stockings ripped all up the side
    we are who we are

    He preferred to be called Ed, Aleria noted in the back of her mind. She would refer to him as such. Perhaps it would put him at ease if she did. He seemed so nervous, so unwilling to be there. Was he really forced on this run, as her colleagues said? Or was this just how he typically acted around others. Some were shy, and that was okay. Never had she seen someone forced to go on a park run before though. This would be a first for her if it was true.

    Ed's eyes were focused on Riza, who circled the skies above them. He told her about his cousin Neil and how he was able to fly on the back of a Charizard once. He liked flying. That was a plus. It would make getting to the Enigma Ruins and into the Ultra Wormhole that much easier.

    "Yeah, we'll be flying today," she said. Aleria whistled, and Riza made her descent behind the building. She led Ed to the clearing where Riza landed,
    and she got onto the Charizard's back, helping Ed on too. "It'll be our little secret. I won't tell anyone."

    She nodded to Riza. "We're off to the Enigma Ruins today." The Charizard grunted before kicking off the ground and soaring into the skies again.
    It was a slow trip, probably because Riza's wings were tired from soaring around the main gate. It was okay though, she would get them there safely,
    and then she would be able to take a nice, long rest.

    "So what brings you here today?"


    Trainer: @Magikchicken; - Egbert Masterson
    Available Items: Digital Camera, Apricorn Box, Hyper Ball x3, Super Ball x4, Calming Fragrance Plus x2, Poke Doll x2, Lava Cookie x2, Energy Powder Plus x3, Revival Herb x2
    Used Items: N/A
    Location: Ultra Wormhole
    Encounters Remaining: 5
    Encounter List: N/A
    MCR: 7162/????
    Captures: N/A
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    Ledian | Female | Iron Fist | Bashful | EMs: Power-Up Punch | 100%


    Dog-Thing the Arcanine | Male | Intimidate | Serious | EMs: Hidden Power (Psychic)*, Overheat, Iron Tail, Sunny Day, Substitute, Fire Blast, Dig, Double Team, Attract, Rest, Toxic, Solarbeam, Will-o-Wisp, Sleep Talk, Howl | 100%

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    With Aleria's help, the boy (who, sure enough, proved not to be particularly athletic) clambered unsteadily onto Riza's back. Despite his shy attitude, Ed didn't seem particularly intimidated by the imposing Charizard: here was a young man who, for all his timidity, seemed accustomed to being around fierce Pokémon.

    He clung tightly to whatever was available while Riza climbed into the sky; but his grip loosened as time passed. After the first ten minutes or so of the trip, the boy's troubled, serious expression even gave way to something approximating a smile: an upwards quirk at the corners of his mouth; a subtle relaxation of his tightly knit eyebrows; a subtle gleam deep in his brown eyes. Ed was used to hiding what he felt; but of his many feelings, he was least accustomed to exhilaration, and so hid it a little more poorly than the rest.

    The National Park unfurled below Riza and her human passengers in all its glory: distantly, Ed could see some of the various locations that had been identified on the maps he'd been given to prepare for his trip: the sapphire-hued waters of the ocean lapping against the beaches; plains and meadows stretching in all directions, some of which he gathered were cultivated into vast flower gardens and hedge mazes; and even— far away in the distance and nearly hidden by low-hanging rainclouds— the first glimpses of the hinted-at vastness of the Great Lakes, like a second shoreline but of a deeper blue.

    Struck by a sudden urge, Ed stuffed the pillow (which he'd absentmindedly failed to let go of since getting out of his father's chauffeur's hover-car) under a part of the saddle-like riding harness Riza was wearing— incidentally, he chose a spot where he'd noticed the gear had been chafing at the Charizard's side. Having done that, he struggled briefly to tuck in the flapping hem of his shirt before beginning to dig with both hands in the largest of the six or seven pouches at his belt.

    From it, the young man clumsily dragged a sketchbook with an artist's pencil dangling from one corner at the end of a threadbare string. Opening the plain graphite-smudged cover, Ed flipped to an empty pair of pages near the end of the book and began, shakily at first, to draw. Over the course of the long flight, a monochrome reflection of the vista to the east began to take shape on the paper: a morning sun rising in splendour to illuminate the harsh, intense beauty of nature. The image's quality wasn't great, but it wasn't bad either; and, more importantly, the art contained— in the gentle curve of its lines, in the care put into its shading, in the indescribable way that an artist's technique and vision came together into something more than the sum of both— the love for world and nature that its creator dared not express aloud, lest this deepest part of him be ridiculed like so much else.

    The morning passed before Ed even knew it, and by the time his spur-of-the-moment art neared completion, the sun was high overhead.

    "So..."

    Ed, engrossed in his work, was utterly unprepared for the reminder that he was not alone in the world. Aleria's first word caused him to lose hold of his art supplies in startlement; at the last second, he grabbed at them, slamming the book of drawings shut and clutching it close to his chest.

    "...What brings you here today?"

    Breathing heavily with surprise and the enervation of so nearly losing the morning's work to the open sky, Ed tried a few times before he could get his voice to produce a shaky attempt at words.

    "Umm, uhh... I... I'm here because I have to be." He paused, then abruptly realized what he'd said without thinking. "I mean, I'm supposed to... I'm here to..."

    With a concerted effort, Ed collected himself. Dragging his verbal backpedalling to a halt, he finished, "I was sent here to learn. I'm not much good... but I promise I won't be any trouble."

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    NBP #4


    i've got that glitter on my eyes
    stockings ripped all up the side
    we are who we are

    Aleria noticed the happiness in Ed's face as they kicked off to fly, but she hadn't noticed him working on an art project when she started to speak. Aleria was glad that he was able to catch his supplies before the wind took hold of them though. She would have felt awful if the wind blew them away, and there would have been a crushing guilt that told her to go find them, lest they be lost forever.

    He confirmed her suspicions and worries, as well as the suspicions of other Rangers who saw him get signed up for the run, when he spoke at first.
    Her startling him likely got the unintended response, the one that he wasn't meant to reveal to anyone. Aleria could tell it was meant to be a secret as he told her that he was "sent here to learn." Being sent there to learn was very different from having to be there. He didn't have to come to the Park to learn; there were other places he could learn, like a trainer's school. Why he was sent to the Park, why he was sent on the run that would take him through a series of portals into Arceus knows what, was beyond Aleria, but they were questions that didn't quite matter at this point. They were approaching their destination, as Riza started her descent from the skies to the ground just inside of the gate that led into the Enigma Ruins.
    Aleria was glad that Riza was dropping them off inside the gate; it would save her the trouble of having to unlock and relock the gate.

    "I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't mean to startle you."

    Aleria wasn't quite sure how to respond to the idea of being forced to come into the Park, and more specifically on this special kind of run, but thankfully Riza landing gave her the distracting needed to collect her thoughts. Riza kicked up some dirt as they landed, and Aleria waited for a moment for the dust to clear before sliding off of her Charizard's back. She gave the Charizard a small pat on the leg as she waited for Ed to slide off. "Thanks, Riza, I appreciate it. You can rest now."

    She returned the Charizard to her Poke Ball once Ed was on the ground. As she led him into the Enigma Ruins and towards the dedicated room in which the portals remained, she continued to speak. "Don't worry about being good. Just try to have some fun with it. Life's no fun if you're concerned about being good at stuff." She paused for a moment, listening to the way their footsteps echoed through the empty halls of the ruins. "Not that being good at stuff is bad, just that if you focus too much on it, it's all you'll care about and you won't get better at it."

    They stepped into the room where the portals were. As soon as they were both inside, seven portals appeared before them: light blue, dark blue,
    pink, purple, white, dark green, and yellow. "Pick one, and we'll go through it to see what we find. Don't worry about making the right or wrong choice, none of them are bad and you won't get us into any trouble no matter which one you pick."


    Trainer: @Magikchicken; - Egbert Masterson
    Available Items: Digital Camera, Apricorn Box, Hyper Ball x3, Super Ball x4, Calming Fragrance Plus x2, Poke Doll x2, Lava Cookie x2, Energy Powder Plus x3, Revival Herb x2
    Used Items: N/A
    Location: Ultra Wormhole
    Encounters Remaining: 5
    Encounter List: N/A
    MCR: 11046/????
    Captures: N/A
    ---
    Pokemon:


    Ledian | Female | Iron Fist | Bashful | EMs: Power-Up Punch | 100%


    Dog-Thing the Arcanine | Male | Intimidate | Serious | EMs: Hidden Power (Psychic)*, Overheat, Iron Tail, Sunny Day, Substitute, Fire Blast, Dig, Double Team, Attract, Rest, Toxic, Solarbeam, Will-o-Wisp, Sleep Talk, Howl | 100%

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