The Pokemon League of Sinnoh Elite Academy Trainer graduates are the movers and shakers of the Pokemon World. Few gym leaders, Elites, and frontier brains have earned their position without a certification from an Elite Academy. After receiving your acceptance letter to Sinnoh Elite Academy, it’s your turn to be the very best, like no one ever was.
Elite Academy is a statless, literate Pokemon college role play. Students are limited to one Pokemon at the start and may gain more as they progress. We strive to create a literate, collaborative, creative environment where people respect one another and have fun.
MAY 26TH, 2019
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River stepped on the rim of the shovel to give it just enough push. The head sunk into the earth, splitting chunks around the edges. He turned, chucked a shovelful into the wheelbarrow, and began again, just adjacent to the first bit of broken ground.
His first week at the academy was, uh, something else. The people in upper years were like Mandibuzzes, descending on the students to yank them to this club or that advocate group. On a walk to the union, he accepted a flyer for the Robotics Club, the Extraterrestrial Investigations Club, and the Culinary Arts Club. On the walk back, he accepted each one again. Over the course of only three days, he had a pile of pamphlets and offers as tall as Chewie sitting on his bedside table, just from everything around campus. Every advertising student was so… friendly? (A little pushy, maybe, but they were just earnest!) He couldn’t turn them down with a good conscience.
So when the Gardening Club Supervisor, in all her saccharine smiley sweetness, queried innocently if he’d be interested in joining, he answered with an enthused, “O-of course!”
What it got him was a shovel and a some sweaty work.
The next shovelful crumbled into the base of the wheelbarrow. Chewie sat in the shade beneath, enjoying the occasional dirt bath that would need to be combed out later. Since what he was doing was technically physical activity and, therefore, he didn’t need to follow uniform requirements, he’d long ago thrown the blazer and tie to the side. He tied up his hair, too, keeping the strands from sticking to the sweat beading down his face. It left him breaking ground for the community garden in a button-up shirt with rolled sleeves, slacks, and loafers, but he couldn’t complain. Not when the laundry services were free.
Suzie had said another student was supposed to help. They had thee raised beds to make to start out with. While he was entirely capable of doing that on his own, he didn’t want to spend the entire evening digging. River, ignoring the snoring sound coming from beneath the wheelbarrow, glanced in the direction of the school in hopes his mystery companion would soon arrive.
Typical. Layla was fashionably late, or by her standards, she arrived precisely when she meant to. This time included. It wasn’t her fault she was good at sleeping in, or wildly procrastinating nearly everything that wasn’t essential, or had to be done immediately. Her first week was an interesting one; she socialized more with the clubs than just regular students, each advertiser handing a brochure to the new student, keen and hungry for new members.
Much like the pamphlets preaching about our true lord and savior, Bidoof, the fliers she had were in the closest bin she could find. Except for a couple of note; one for music, one for a gaming club, and most interestingly, a gardening club. A delightful woman with matching hair and a love for all things grass Pokémon approached. It didn’t take much to convince her to join in.
With rolled up sleeves and a tie fashioned as a headband/ bandana thing, she was the spitting image of Rosy the Riveter, if you swapped the overalls for a fancy uniform. She was ready for work, just as soon as she found it. A bouncy Cottonee played in the sun, pirouetting through the dandelions and somersaulting through salmonberry, stem and leaves threaded through her cotton with glee.
Joyous cheering chirped from the Cottonee, although she was curious as to why no one else was joining in this petunia party with her, jumping above the weedline to see not much going on. As the small student rose on her tippy-toes, surveying the garden, she spied a hard-worker, shoveling holes and displacing the hard soil.
He looked a little young to be employed as the gardener. That, and from what she heard, if he were, he’d be cutting in on the janitor’s turf. Taking a few steps around a hedge, resisting the urge to dive into the piles of autumn leaves, she made her way over to what looked like the place. She scratched her head, looking around. “Hey, uh… Is this the gardening club?” unable to spot the amicable advertiser that had invited her as she posed the question to the shoveling man.
A few students wandered about with their Pokemon, enjoying the autumn air before it could get any colder. None of them looked like the real gardening type, though. They were all a little too… academic, to put it nicely. The worst case scenario of him digging an entire garden all by himself because he was the only one dumb enough to go through with the invitation already began to take root in his mind. Dejectedly, River returned to his work.
Chewie was the first to notice an approaching student. The chubby Swinub poked her head out of the shade and snuffled at the air. Through the sleuthing power of her nose, she deduced it was a living cotton ball and somebody with hair made of flowers. She snorted as she shuffled forward.
”Ah!”
River’s foot slipped off the spade and into a pile of fresh, wormy dirt. He was so deep in his melancholy mental stew that he hadn’t even heard her advance. His Pokemon came up to her shoes and took a good whiff of her laces.
”Ch-Chewie, stop sniffing people’s feet,” River admonished, waving his partner back. Chewie made it two yards into the return trip before plopping into the hole her trainer made. Whatever, River thought as he sighed, she could stay there for now. It just meant an extra bath tonight. Thank goodness the showers were so big…
”Y-yeah, this is the Gardening Club, I guess.” What an amazing club it was. The shovels and boards were quite productive members, though he had a feeling the hammer was there for unsavory reasons. ”U-um, Miss, uh… The lady s-said I’d have somebody else to help me, s-so if you’re my help, I’m just… breaking ground right now, f-for some beds.”
He prodded Chewie with the shovel tip. She jiggled. He shook his head.
”I-I’m River, by the way. I know I look older, b-but I’m just a first year, I promise. Uh, are you a...” Catching sight of something wiggling in the weeds, he craned his neck to peer at her partner. ”I-is that your Cottonee?”
Slipped. She didn't mean to startle him, but it would have been prudent to assume he was deep in thought. She was wincing a little, as the dirt got into his shoes. That'd be a pain to clean, especially since the standards of the academy were so high at all times. Well, he'd be safe for now; he was volunteering with physical labor.
She looked down; something was brushing up against her legs. A fluffball, one not made out of cotton, sniffed at her feet, almost knawing on her laces. Swinub had plush fur, cuddly and perfect for the frigid climates it inhabited, but she could also see it went for a dirt-bath. Maybe when she was just as dirty as it and had permission from its trainer. It was in poor taste to just pat another trainer's pokemon. In the end, it didn't matter, the artic fluff dove into a freshly dug hole.
Only a first year? Well, he did look mature. Yeah, that he did. She zoned out by the same he got around to his question. Hopefully not in his general direction; he seemed easily startled. "Uh... Sorry, uh... Yeah! She's mine," tapping her leg. She carefree Cottonee snapped to attention, before bouncing up to her shoulder, smelling more earthy than usual. Normally, a nuzzle soft, but sharp shoots stung her cheek. The nuzzle turned into a cuddle in her arms, the fluffball's beady eyes looking at the swinub below.
"Name's Layla by the by," a polite wave her formal greeting to the flighty freshman before her. The petite pinkette looked around the small dig site River had already started. "Well, you've already got something going. Did you want me to, like, tip the wheelbarrow out... Somewhere? After you've filled it, of course."