#.....yeah I'm simping for my other no1 guy still.

[hollowsart]

my little trainer self out in Kalos or just out somewhere in general and drawing in a little hide-y spot. suddenly getting jolted by a blast from some Pokemon move that cut through the calm and peace. The tree she sat under tanked the hit, but the strength could be felt through its thick trunk. The abruptness of it startling her and making her shriek a little. Catching the attention of whoever owned the Pokemon that used the attack.

clanking metal and rushing sounds of feet and the buzz of some bug type's wings coming forward. she just hides further, burying herself into the roots of the tree she was under. but the bug type suddenly appears and stops in front of her-- a Scizor. The shiniest one she's ever seen. Her own Pokemon held protectively in her lap, hardly noticeable. the Scizor hears its trainer call for it only a few feet away and it calls back. She's starting to panic even more now. Curling up and holding her Pokemon's shell for comfort, but she wouldn't deny a sense of curiosity of who this trainer could be..

She wouldn't have to wait long to find out as he finally stepped into view, catching up to his Scizor who waited patiently in front of her. He hadn't taken notice of her as it was pleasantly shady under the tree and her earthy toned and dark clothes blended into it. It was when his Scizor pointed a pincer in her direction that he looked down.

Now.. she didn't have a whole lot of knowledge with foreign Pokemon Leagues.. but this one? Oh, she recognized him. How could she not when he was but the only trainer to wear a suit of armor? A beautiful suit, too.. and a handsome face.

"Ah, Forgive me, madame! Twas not mine intention to startle! I hadn't an idea that anyone should be nearby. Please do forgive me for mine miscalculation." he bowed in apology, "Thou art unharmed, yes?" he lifted his head and held out his hand. Concern washing over his features.

She hesitated, but accepted his hand.

"..Yeah.. Yeah, I'm okay.." her voice small as she slid her Pokemon from her lap to the ground beside her.

A firm yet warm grasp as he helped her to her feet, straightening his posture as he did. She couldn't help but feel dwarfed by his sheer size.. wide and tall.. even without his armor he'd still tower over her. He stood taller as he gave a salute, his hand thumping firmly to his chest, his gaze drifting above her and the concern stripped from his face, now replaced with a stern look. Though it only lasted a moment until he looked back down to her, expression softening.

"I am Wikstrom. Elite Four member of the Kalos League. An introduction proper I felt was in order. Twould be impolite otherwise. Now, might I inquire to thy name?"

His manner of speech.. it was quite endearing in spite of being unconventional. She found him quite charming. Her Pokemon, a Cursola, finally pulled itself from its shell, lifting into the air behind her, its spectral husk forming into view.

"Ghostie. I'm.. just an artist. Nothing special--"

"Oh, far from it! Art is a wondrous thing! I'd say it's exceptionally special!"

The sudden boom of his voice was certainly a surprise, as was his comment. Quite the positive one, he was.

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This is how they first met.

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