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    Default Individual RP: VeloJello [Meteor Valley; Port]

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    The sun was setting on the sloping pastures of Meteor Valley. As the fading sun dipped over the rim of the miles-wide bowl, a nearly reverent kind of silence blanketed the plains, and even the wind faded to a standstill. That's not to say everything was peaceful, however-- along a flatter stretch, where the grasses only reached about ankle-high, a hulking monstrosity of metal and muscle furiously tore at the innocent earth. The beast's three ironclad horns dug in deep and threw away huge chunks of dirt and rocks, forming a hole deep enough to hide in before tromping a ways over to repeat the process. Already a line of ditches stretched behind it, the piled-up soil casting an increasingly long shadow over the proceedings. Abruptly, the colossus completed its hole and stopped, pausing for a few moments to look over its handiwork before nodding faintly and trudging back towards the center of the row.

    Just a few minutes later, the beast's partner arrived, cresting the lip of the hill as the squeaking of far outdated wheels drowned out the evening's ambience. As the distance closed, the source of the noise became clear: the man was hauling a wide pallet covered in potted saplings. Squinting to count the holes himself, he grinned widely and threw both arms into a massive wave. "Two dozen exactly! Great job, Bolin! Now we just have to transplant them once I- whoa!" In his enthusiasm, he'd taken both hands off of the pallet, and now it careened down the hill with wild abandon! Using one hand to keep his cap on, he charged down after the gaggle of seedlings, before almost immediately losing his balance and tumbling down the slope about as gracefully as a tap-dancing Rhydon. Mercifully, the pallet flew down the rise directly at the Aggron, who was able to catch it as easily as a rolling baseball... though more than a few of the saplings were shaken off the cart entirely by the impact. As for the ranger, he was nowhere to be seen... until his arms rose out of one of the ditches to unsteadily lift him back to his feet.

    Well, on the bright side, hopefully that's going to be the hardest of my duties tonight! He certainly had a lot more to look forward to than just planting trees, since he'd finally have an opportunity to carry out a Park Run in the valley. This cloudy evening was shaping up to be a real event to remember. Wiping away the last of the mulch from the previous task on his park uniform, Oliver Haralson reached into his backpack, rustling around until he picked out a small folder. Opal Roleau. Teenager, parents involved in the pro training circuit. Nice! Pro trainers were always a treat to see in action, particularly in the park where they inevitably challenged one of the champions of the ecosystem. Hm, that reminds me. Did I pack a map? Oh, well, no big deal. She probably was diligent enough to pack one of her own. Besides, I remember the important parts of the place.

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    The sunset over the Meteor Valley gate was positively radiant. Deep blue, shot through with streaks of indigo, faded downward into brilliant yellow. The sun was just barely visible; only a sliver of its fiery light remained, rising up and tinting the edges of the dark cobalt clouds with rose-gold light. The sight of it put a fire in Opal’s chest. “This is gonna be good.”


    A pleased chuff sounded off from her left. Eliza the Hydreigon floated forward to hover by Opal’s shoulder. The coarse, matte-black feathers that covered the dragon’s three heads and long black wings weren’t illuminated much by the light, but her blue scales glinted with bright golden sparkles. Red eyes shined as Eliza exchanged a glance with Opal; the dragon was clearly raring to go just as much as her Trainer. Quite frankly, Opal wasn’t one to deny her. “Let’s get going!”


    While riding on dragonback was all well and good, Opal wanted Eliza to conserve all of her strength for the battles they would face in the Park today. As a result, Opal jogged down the path on her own two feet with Eliza floating abreast of her, occasionally stopping to sniff at a tree or trail or fleeing wild Pokemon before realizing her lapse and darting ahead to keep up with her Trainer. Opal laughed; she’d worked with a lot of Dragon-type Pokemon before, and she’d never met a Hydreigon as friendly, curious, and gentle as Eliza.


    Diligent raising and a good community had helped with that. Most of the time, Pokemon of the Deino line would become more aggressive and confused as they grew, divided into a pair of bickering heads, then had the two warring brains shoved back together into one. However, with care and coaching, Hydreigon could be just as sweet and calm as any other Pokemon. Growing up in Opelucid City, Opal had been able to raise Eliza around Dragon-type Trainers and other Deino, and that socialization had been extremely helpful for the Hydreigon’s growth. A Pokemon as ferocious as a poorly-raised Hydreigon would never be able to come along with Opal to Meteor Valley for fear of her burning it down or mauling the local fauna; Eliza, on the other hand, was a trustworthy beast.


    After a few minutes of journeying down into the valley, Eliza let out a noise somewhere between a cough and a bark and pointed forward with her right pseudo-head. Opal looked, and she realized that if she squinted her eyes and leaned forward, she could see a person and Pokemon in the distance. With a loud whoop, she barreled downhill, hiking boots digging in hard to the dirt and preventing her from falling comically on her face.


    Up ahead was a mud-covered Aggron and a mud-covered Ranger, as well as what seemed to be one of the Park’s golf carts, weighted down with potted saplings. Without hesitation, Opal ran up to the Ranger, reaching out to take one of his hands and shake it with both of hers. “Hi!” She grinned a grin that could illuminate even the darkest moonless night. “Name’s Opal Roleau; your name’s Oliver, right? It’s great to meet you!” She turned away from the Ranger for a moment to look back at the Aggron, who Eliza was sniffing at curiously. “I love your Aggron; they look so strong! What’s their name?” She stayed firmly away from calling the Aggron an ‘it’; to her, that wording would have felt exceedingly rude. After all, Pokemon were friends and partners, and even unfamiliar ones should be treated with respect.


    Especially unfamiliar ones, Opal reflected as she watched Eliza tucking in her false heads in a gesture of deference to the behemoth Aggron. The Steel-type didn’t seem aggressive, but better safe than sorry with Pokemon that were armor-plated, many-horned, and capable of smashing most creatures with a single blow.

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    Out of nowhere, Oliver heard someone shouting out from the slope of the valley. Turning to the very same hill he'd tumbled down earlier in the evening, he identified the source as a young woman, dashing down the incline and just barely maintaining enough balance to keep running. He was barely able to turn to face her before he found himself caught in an overenthusiastic handshake. After a split second of shock, he grinned widely and returned the handshake and then some. "Yep, Oliver Haralson, that's me! Good to meet you, Opal! I'm looking forward to the Park trip tonight, I don't normally get much of a chance to explore this place after dark!"


    Meanwhile, her dragon was sniffing around Bolin, stopping in front of him to pay respects with a mock bow. Bolin, meanwhile, took this opportunity to sweep up the newfound friend in an eager hug, lifting the floating hydra a few inches further above the grass. Oliver caught the movement out of the corner of his eye and turned to give the dinosaur a curt shake of the head, prompting him to reluctantly let go of the dragon. "I'm sorry about Bolin, he gets a bit... excited around new people. But to answer your question, don't let him fool you. He's never once been in a battle, he's a big ol' softy!" Oliver remarked, reaching over to scratch the seven-foot behemoth under the chin. The ranger continued the conversation while the beast grumbled contentedly. "On the other hand, what about your pal there? They've gotta be well-trained to not completely freak out when Bolin invaded their personal space. Congrats!"


    Oliver rambled on as he recalled his partner to his Poké Ball. "Park policy, gotta keep the boy out of trouble in case a wild 'mon pops up, you know? Anyways, you're the guest here, so you tell me! Are you here for just some sightseeing, or did you have something else in mind? There's a bunch of great landmarks in Meteor Valley I know, and they're close enough that we could probably even tick 'em all off on one night! But if you had something specific in mind..." He quietly trailed off, clearly trying very intently to look at nothing in particular. Using a rather overcomplicated series of hand gestures (and trying to nod in the general direction), he attempted to get the guest and her dragon to turn around. They had an audience.


    Behind the pair stood a tiny black-clad figure, its large purple head adorned by a pair of fetching white ribbons. It would have looked adorable if it weren't for its eyes. Cold eyes, blank eyes, human eyes, far too big for its foot-high body and completely unblinking. For a moment, stillness blanketed the clearing. Oliver jerked his head to regain the group's attention, then silently mouthed the words Do Not Make Eye Contact to Opal, pointing at his eyes with two fingers. Gothita were usually too busy staring into space to do much of anything, but there were no guarantees in the park.


    Gothita Encountered!

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    Oliver and Bolin seemed awesome. Oliver was full of energy and spirit, and Bolin was a hugger, which was objectively adorable. Opal couldn’t help straight-up giggling when the Aggron swept Eliza up into his arms. Once Bolin let go of her, Eliza glided back to Opal’s side, but apart from the places where Bolin’s claws had mussed her feathers, the dragon looked unruffled. While she couldn’t really smile without looking like a demon out of a nightmare, there was a gleam of delight in her red eyes, and her high head and tail told Opal that she was still in a good mood.


    “Don’t worry about it,” Opal said to Oliver, hoping that he didn’t feel too bad about his Aggron’s actions. “Eliza and I did a lot of training in the Opelucid Gym, early on. She’s used to big Pokemon that like to throw their weight around.” The two of them were both pleased by Oliver’s praise; it was nice to get some recognition for the work they’d put in together.


    Once Oliver withdrew Bolin, Opal walked with him, keeping pace. The idea of sightseeing hadn’t really occurred to her; she was mostly here for the battles. She’d heard that there were plenty of rare, interesting species in the National Park, and that Meteor Valley held some particularly strong ones. She was fond of exploration, though; she was just about to ask if there were any cool waterfalls or good stargazing spots when Oliver went silent with no warning.


    Right before she came out and asked Oliver what was wrong, she saw him gesturing frenetically toward something in the clearing ahead of them. A small, purple-faced Pokemon bedecked with white bows was there, looking blankly in the group’s general direction with glassy blue eyes. The Gothita didn’t seem phased by two humans and a giant dragoness walking up to it, but Oliver was agitated. He gestured to his eyes and mouthed something - Opal couldn’t read lips, but he seemed to be telling her not to look at it. She didn’t really think a little Pokemon like that could be dangerous, especially since she had a Hydreigon at her back, but she hadn’t dealt with Pokemon in the Gothitelle line very often and she trusted the Ranger’s judgement. With no desire to square off against the diminutive Psychic-type, she gestured to the path and wiggled her middle and index fingers to indicate walking away. Hopefully, Oliver would get the message; she got the feeling he’d be just as willing to leave this thing to its business anyway.

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    After an uncomfortable moment, Opal quietly motioned for the group to simply exit the premises. Usually, that was the best option to deal with a stargazing Gothita. The party crept past the diminutive esper, but Eliza, not having noticed Oliver's warning, couldn't help herself but take a look at its face. Immediately upon making eye contact, a surge of psychic energy rushed between the two Pokémon as the Gothita peered into the immediate future of the dragon. If it was either worried or excited by the future it saw, it certainly didn't show.


    With a start, Oliver realized what technique it had used. "That's a Miracle Eye," he whispered, hoping not to be the next one spotted. "The little dude knows every move Eliza's going to make now. Wait, no, Hydreigon's a Dark-type, isn't it. That means her mental shield against psychic attacks is kaput too!" Still, the Ranger wasn't yet bracing himself for a knock-down drag-out fight between the two, as although Gothita interrupted from its soothsaying can often be dangerously unpredictable, so far all it had done was carry out a natural reflex. It was hardly a surprise it would try and tell Eliza's future, since it was already trying to observe fate when it arrived at the spot behind the group in the first place.


    However, even Oliver couldn't have predicted what happened next. After staring into Eliza's timeline, the creature blinked out of its reverie and smiled widely. Chirping happily, it ran with stumbling steps to give the massive hydra a hug. Eliza was clearly taken aback, confused as to whether this was an enemy or a newfound friend. If she was confused, however, Oliver was flabbergasted. "Well, how about that! Guess it's trying to be friendly? Your call as to whether we hang out with it, or get moving before it changes its mind."

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    There was some sort of flash in the Gothita’s eyes, like a camera activating. Opal frowned, confused, as Oliver reacted. Miracle Eye… that was some anti-Dark-type Psychic thing, she guessed? She hadn’t personally witnessed its use much - most people didn’t send their Psychic-types out against a rampaging three-headed shadow dragon. As such, Oliver’s explanation was really helpful. She doubted that such a tiny, nonsensical little creature could actually see the future… but hey, weirder things were possible when Pokemon got involved, right?


    In fact, as much of an inconvenience this stop was, it was kind of downright precious. Eliza was floating low as Gothita grabbed a hold of her and hugged her, trying to wrap stubby arms around Eliza’s massive body. After a few seconds of surprise, Eliza chuffed her amusement, the sound imitating human laughter. Tentatively, she maneuvered her pseudo-heads into a hug - though she kept the mouths closed just in case the Gothita moved, and she removed the heads after a few seconds so that the Gothita didn’t get uncomfortable or threatened.


    Afterward, Eliza floated backward, looking a little bit bashful. She didn’t often socialize with Pokemon that small, except unevolved Dragon-types on occasion. She had a cheerful expression, though; her wings and tail were held high, and her pseudo-heads were relaxed and tucked close to her body. That being said, she didn’t really seem to know what to do. She decided to try and show off for her new friend - she lifted her main head and let loose a loud roar. While it was nowhere near the volume and power of her Roar attack, it was quite the noise.


    Opal had been around Eliza enough to know that she might have startled the Gothita with that noise, well-intentioned though it was. Quietly, she said to Oliver, “Um, I’m not sure if the Gothita liked that. Should we try to keep going? Worse comes to worst, I can recall Eliza.”

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    The Gothita grinned grotesquely, though to be fair most any emotion would seem unsettling on its enormous face. Already the Hydreigon was hesitant in its movements, unwilling to hurt a newfound friend. However, to its surprise (though hardly that of a Dragon-type expert), the massive hydra responded with a resounding bellow, echoing off of the valley gorge. One tense second passed, then another. With unctuous grace blatantly marking its practiced movements, the tiny humanoid applauded and bowed low, its oversized ribbons scraping over the tall grasses. Inwardly, it cackled, already claiming the psychological victory. This Flattery would disorient even the most hardened opponent, leaving the prankster free to strike.


    Yet to its shock once again, Eliza responded not with confusion but with relieved acceptance, nodding as though it was indeed a marvelous roar and she couldn't be happier that her new friend appreciated it. This was...not as planned. The psion had no clue that its foe was such a master of psychological warfare! Against an enemy not just physically but mentally superior... the only option was retreat. Not wasting a moment's time, the schemer leapt away, its toddling run punctuated by soaring telekinetic jumps over the grasses. Eliza, meanwhile, looked on, more than a bit confounded by the wild Pokémon's apparently erratic behavior.


    It seemed Oliver had no more comprehension of the situation than the dragon. "Huh. Well, I guess that psychic types do have minds that work in, uh, unique ways! Maybe it saw something it didn't like in the...stars." As he turned his eyes upwards to the overcast night sky, the Ranger's mind drifted back to the application. She did say she wanted to see star patterns. Nuts. Guess I'll have to make up for it with the tour! "Alright, anyways! Now we can get started in earnest! I know from here the closest landmarks are the Selene Riverbed down that way," as he motioned in an entirely too vague direction, "or the Standing Spires up that hill. We could follow the river all the way up to Fullmoon Lake or tick the spires off early, it's your pick. Otherwise there's always the tried-and-true park standby of heading off in a random direction and seeing what kind of 'Mon you run into first!"


    Gothita fled successfully!

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    It took a ridiculous amount of willpower for Opal to produce a straight-up ‘squee’ when she saw the Gothita bow for Eliza’s performance. Apparently she’d been wrong about the Gothita’s appreciation of the fine art of roaring. Eliza seemed just as relieved as Opal; the dragon seemed very satisfied, and was eagerly awaiting the Gothita’s reply.


    And it was… quite the reply. The Gothita couldn’t run very well with its short little legs, but it could motor like nobody’s business. Little flashes of purple-and-pink light flared at the tips of its feet as it boosted itself with some sort of move, rushing away into the woods. “... Huh,” muttered Opal, while Eliza watched the Gothita go, seeming confused and almost a bit disappointed. Opal walked over to her and gave her a gentle pat; Eliza perked up a bit and let out a deep hum in response.


    Oliver was about as flustered as Opal and Eliza. What the Gothita could have seen in the stars was beyond Opal; there weren’t really any stars out tonight to see. And the Selene Riverbed was… what way? Oliver was naming some really cool-sounding places, but he could have been much, much clearer on the directions.


    “The Spires sound cool,” Opal said, “and I really want to see the lake and the river…” She scratched her chin and glanced at Eliza, but the dragoness didn’t seem particularly swayed by one choice or another. “Do you think we’d have time to see all of them? I think the Spires would be a good start; those hills look like a nice warm-up."

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    "Standing Spires, gotcha! Meteor Valley is a great size to hit up everything in one night, so let's go for it!" Swinging an arm around to point at one hill in particular, Oliver stepped forward to lead the way. "So anyway, you gotta tell me. How'd you get into the professional training biz? I think you mentioned you were from Unova, right? Wait, no, that's silly. How else would you get a Deino? Oh! That means I'll bet Eliza was your starter!" Rambling both through the conversation and along the path, it wasn't long at all before the travelers arrived atop the rise.


    Though the hill was rimmed by the valley's trademark long grasses, here and only here was it absent, leaving a flat dirt surface roughly twenty-five feet in diameter. The only real points of interest amid the circle, though, were the spires themselves. Around the perimeter, placed seemingly without regard to spacing, five massive gray stone monoliths reached a good ten feet into the air, obviously weathered by untold ages of time. Upon reaching level ground, Oliver promptly switched tones, launching into a practiced spiel about the history of the area.


    "These menhirs have stood atop this hill since before the park was first discovered, and from what we know since before any form of modern civilization! According to recent analysis, they used to have ancient writing on them, but time and exposure have worn away any real chance of deciphering them. From what we can estimate, they were originally intended to serve as... oh, heck." Though it could hardly be seen on the way in, a small yellow figure sprawled across one of the spires. Even from this distance, the group could hear it snoring.


    "Gosh diggity," the Ranger muttered under his breath before whispering to his charge. "Sorry for the language, but this is the second time a Pokemon's broken my patter. Don't worry too much about the Abra, if you want I can wake it up and it'll just warp away the moment it realizes it's not alone up here. Well, unless this little guy is more interesting to you than the spires!"


    Abra Encountered!

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    The hiking was great; the night air was nice and cool, keeping Opal from overheating on her way up the hill. She smiled at Oliver’s rapid-fire questions; she didn’t mind talking about her Pokemon or her Training career in the slightest.


    “Eliza was my starter, yeah,” she said, “I lived in Opelucid and my mom’s best friend is a breeder. She bred this clutch of Deinos, and I wanted Eliza pretty much right away.” The Hydreigon beside her crooned primly in response. “My parents weren’t super sure about letting me get a Pokemon whose line is famous for being vicious and accidentally hurting people… but it was Opelucid, and I was literally surrounded by Dragon-type Trainers, so there were plenty of people around to help us out.” With a hearty dose of pride in her voice, she added, “I was actually a Gym Trainer under Brycen for a little while before I decided I wanted to strike out on my own.”


    She thought about adding more - her plans to meet dragons from all sorts of regions; the series of travel and informational vlogs she was thinking about starting; her dreams of meeting foreign Champions and Gym Leaders and Professors and all sorts of people - but her train of thought was derailed when she saw the spires.


    Driven by curiosity, she stepped forward toward one of the… ‘men-hears’, Oliver had called them? The whole ‘ancient writing’ thing sounded so cool; what kind of legends and tales could have been recorded here and lost?


    Apparently, she wasn’t going to find out. She looked up, following Oliver’s gaze to an Abra lying atop one of the men-hears. She’d heard and seen that they were super-strong Pokemon when they evolved, but… “I think I’ll pass,” she said, keeping his voice quiet to match Oliver’s. “These spires are really great, but uh… I don’t know if this is too specific, but do you know where Ralts are here? Oh, or Minior?” She had to struggle to keep her voice down, “I know there’s others super-great Pokemon around here, but there’s a few I’d really love to meet. And catch, hopefully,” she added a bit lamely, to Eliza’s apparent amusement.

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