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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[attr=class,acontent] The new year of classes was finally arriving, and with it a whole new gaggle of students moving in and getting their bearings on campus. Dressed in his usual long sleeved attire, it likely looked stifling in the pleasant weather. Hyro had managed to find his bandana again despite Connor’s efforts to hide it, preferring to avoid the questions about its usual significance. [break][break] All the activity on campus was making him practically itchy to start painting something. So, he had quickly retrieved some watercolors from his room along with a big art pad. Using a canvas for something like this seemed like a bit of a waste, so he had opted to just use some of that multimedia paper that could hold up to the watercolors. [break][break] Having parked himself cross-legged in the shade of a young tree on the grounds, Hyro was busying himself with some crayons and a coloring book Connor carried around for him. The jackal found the activity fun, and he could easily sense his friend relaxes somewhat as he painted. All in all, the two were quite the relaxed pair as they sat in the shade of the tree. As usual with his painting, Connor quickly became deaf to the world, absorbed as he was with transferring the sight of the busy campus to the paper sat on his lap.
Today was such a peaceful day. In an unusual twist, Fluffee woke Layla up early; the sunrise was pink, just like her hair. Softly stroking the cottonball's fluff, she regretted everything leading up to that moment; she just wanted to sleep. Classes didn't start until 11 am for her; a rare treat for sure until she realized exactly what today was. There was so much to be done; she couldn't waste time feeling sorry for herself, or admiring a sunrise through blurry eyes- she had a day ahead of her.
Fortunately, she was fine. A hyperexcited Fluffee kicked her into overdrive, resulting in her having a choice of rooms. Would she have a roommate? No idea. It didn't matter in her mind; she had a room and was free to explore the campus at her, well, Fluffee's leisure. The lawns were immaculate at the student body at large crammed past her as she tried to squeeze through the doors of the Pearl Dormitory.
The grounds were borderline claustrophobic, filled with unfamiliar faces pushing past, forcing pamphlets and brochures down fresh student's mouths. Layla needed space, even if it was just a short reprieve. A small hill with a healthy tree seemed like the perfect place to just wait for the crowds out, for at least a small time.
As she made strides towards the summit, a cute, red Riolu was coloring in with crayons. Layla smiled. Fluffee continued bouncing. As the duo reached the peak, there was a gent painting a scene of... something, sitting in the shade of the gentle giant he was under. Fluffee bounced up next to him, looking at the paper, marked by color with intrigue in her eyes. Tossing it up in her head, she sat down, leaning against the tree with the grass and roots as a cushion. Should Layla say something? Comment? Yeah, it couldn't hurt.
[attr=class,acontent] Absorbed as he was in the painting on his lap, at first he didn’t notice the girl walk up to the tree at all. His mind only barely registered the presence of the Cottonee even. Hyro noticed them though, and timidly shifted closer to Connor’s side, clearly timid of the new freshman. Connor continued to paint the scene of the campus grounds, the scene soft and dotted with vague figures of people and Pokemon going about their business as the morning wore on. It wasn’t until the girl spoke up that he finally noticed her presence. [break][break] “Hmm? Oh, this?” he motioned an arm out toward the flurry of activity on the grounds, “So much activity going on, had to get it captured on paper.” With the question answered he looked her over quickly, wanting to start getting a gauge of how much fun this new batch of students would be. Pink hair, gold eyes, cute as a button with a Pokemon to match, and she looked to be obnoxiously short. Oh yeah, if the rest of the freshmen were anything like this then this year would be a hell of a lot of fun to mess with. [break][break] With a cocky grin plastering on his face, he set his brush down in the cup of water next to him, diluted colors swirling around in the liquid. “So, what brings such an adorable freshman to my little zone of seclusion?” By this point Hyro had gotten over his immediate timidity enough to go back to his own little artist endeavor.
He outstretched his hand, and she looked at his work as he gestured outwards towards his scene. It was a beautiful piece, from what she could make of it. Was it watercolor? She was an almost fan, like a man who likes a sport-team who sucks a little too much and is scared to barrack for them. Except her she liked it, or something along those lines. Fluffee, however, was completely sold, a fan of both their arts, even if the Riolu's style was more up her alley.
A soft smile was on display, about to comment, until he did. Like a deer caught in the headlights, Layla froze. Wait. What? Adorable, her? The pause was noticeable, and undoubtedly, the man had a smirk on his face. Her face probably had a slight flush in its cheeks, to her dismay. He'd said not even 20 words to her, and that's how he keeps a conversation going? Not the worst idea; she was invested in it now.
Extremely fair hair, dark eyes, and the cockiest grin she'd ever seen outside of a match, if there were going to be a face to remember from her first day, it'd have to be that one. What to do? She looked down at Fluffee, trying to get more of a peek at that shiny Riolu's art. She grinned; there was plenty of time to wait and get used to uni life. "Well... You know, trying to escape the hustle and bustle of... that," gesturing to the view he was capturing with paint in the pause. "Just... Tryna get settled and stuff."
[attr=class,acontent] The pause and flush rising to her cheeks were unmistakable. These poor freshmen had no idea what was in store for them. His grin took on a rather wolfish quality to it as she explained what brought her to his spot under the tree. Getting away from all the insanity of freshmen moving in was a completely understandable reason. He still remembered all the clamoring about he had to endure when he started the prior year. An almost sympathetic look slipped past his normal cocky façade for a moment, quickly replaced as he decided to start in with something utterly silly. This girl hadn’t turned into an utter mess from a single compliment, so just launching in with naught but flirting wouldn’t get as good a reaction as something a bit more subtle. [break][break] “Fleeing from frantic freshmen fumbling for… damn, alliteration failed hard there,” he let out a bit of a laugh at his own inability with words. Art was definitely his forte, not writing. Still, it had proved a solid method of keeping up his appearances in the past – clowning around a bit like that just helped with the whole ‘eccentric artist’ shtick he had going. “Anyway, yeah, I get that. I managed to avoid that annoyance this year by staying on campus over the summer,” his tone was cool and composed, hand idly motioning to emphasize the point he was making. [break][break] Hyro decided now was a good time to make a new friend with the Cottonee clearly interested in his coloring. Flipping to a couple of uncolored pages, he handed a crayon over to the other Pokemon, clearly inviting her to join him. “Roolu!”
An innocent laugh sprung out of her, lending some lightness to whatever self-deprecation his chuckle brought. He tried his best, bless his heart. As the giggle faded, so did the blush in her cheeks. “Maybe try…. Fleeing from frantic freshmen fumbling for…” leaning back into the trunk, looking into its canopy. “Mhmm… Fumbling for… Finding Furniture?” Another laugh. It was terrible. She looked back at him. “Yeah, I don’t know. That’s a hard one,” scratching her pink head of hair as she poked fun at herself.
Fluffee was having the time of her life. She couldn’t draw since she had no hands, but the cotton-ball was good at living vicariously through others. But that wouldn’t stop her, no sir. With the long leaves at her sides, she grasped a lovely pastel blue crayon, and leaned over, nearly faceplanting the book in the process.
Layla cocked her head to the side like a puppy curious at its surroundings, latching onto his just prior comment. “You stayed? So, you’re a year above? Or did you just come early then?” Her eyes turned inquisitive. He did seem a bit old for a freshman, at least for one fresh out of school or whatever. It didn’t matter to her, at least not that much. She’d talk to a tree if it could talk back.
[attr=class,acontent] Yep, no doubt about it now. That laugh cinched her status as adorable. Her attempt at finishing the alliteration was admirable, but ultimately flopped as well. Seemed neither of them were linguistically gifted. Ah well, he was more concerned with getting that blush back on her face anyway. Some potential quips were already forming in his mind to accomplish just that as well. [break][break] Hyro on the other hand, was enjoying his newfound playmate. He made sure the crayons were placed so they could both easily get to them and started coloring one of the empty pages. Fluffee’s near faceplant made him pause though, almost reflexively holding out a paw to help keep the cotton puff righted. [break][break] “Ah, yeah I’m starting second year. Already dealt with my freshman fumble last year,” a surprisingly light laugh escaped him at the wording. He had a feeling that phrasing would bring about snickering for the next week or so. Oh well, more fuel for his reputation. “So tell me, does your adorable countenance and sweet as honey voice have a fitting named tied to them?” so maybe he wasn’t completely inept with words. A slight smirk tugged at his expression as he shot her a curious look, the teasing tone slipping so effortlessly into his voice. There was no fumbling with his delivery of the line, or any hint of awkwardness of any kind. He held the kind of cool demeanor that came with knowing full well what he was doing and knowing just how good at it he was.
An eyebrow quirked in time with her flush’s encore, as a loose fist buffeted a giggle. “Layla,” greeting in that oh-so ‘sweet-as-honey’ voice she had. So, he was the smooth-talking type; dangerous when combined with that cocky smile. Whether he was trying to get a reaction, or something more was up in the air, but Layla was game.
Fluffee bobbed up and down for a second; her way of saying ‘thanks!’ for catching her. The cotton-ball wriggled in place, trying to anchor herself far more firmly to the grassy knoll they sat upon. Delicately, she tested coloring again. Success! She struggled with coloring between the lines, a few odd streaks of blue marring an otherwise clean page. Hopefully, the supportive Riolu wouldn’t mind if his book wasn’t exactly the cleanest.
He had gotten her flustered, but if she just sat there, let him charm her ear off, then she’d be reduced to putty. Her hand dropped from her face and casually gestured towards the charming man, firing back with sweet words of her own. “And is your debonair demeanor and witty wordplay attached to a name too?“ There was no way she could win in a contest like this, but she may as well pass the time with a playful grin.
[attr=class,acontent] Oh, so this was one that could actually play this game as well. Grin widening slightly at the compliment offered, he deftly caught hold of her hand as she gestured toward him. His other hand firmly planted in the grass to support him as he turned his torso to face her. “Connor. Connor Tempestas,” tone smooth and cool as ice, but still with that clear teasing lilt to it. He brought her hand up to his lips, brushing them lightly against her knuckles, sharp eyes still locked to hers through his lashes. There was no way he was missing her reaction to this. The only way the action could be described in context to the little “battle” they were suddenly in would be “upping the ante”. [break][break] The Riolu was perfectly content to keep coloring with his new friend. The fact she had managed to situate herself to stay righted brought a happy grin to his face, and he continued to color in on the other page with an orange crayon. His own attempts at coloring in the lines were not much better than Fluffee’s, so the whole book looked more like an abstract painting than anything.
Did she blush? Yes. Yes, she did. How could one expect something from the age where everyone wore vests and top hats? To liken them to tomatoes would be an understatement, but there was no way she was losing her cool over getting... A kiss on the hand. What a first day she was having; one to tell the girlfriends, and not one to share around the dinner table back home. Her parents didn't need that kind of stress. Even still, Layla didn’t let her hand shy away. “Oh, what a gentleman." Her expression was keeping pace with the tone of the conversation. "Is this how you treat all the girls you run into?” her tone still as happy and playful as ever. It was fun. She was no Casanova, but she still had a way around these things.
If Fluffee could have smiled, she would have. Coloring was fun! While it distracted her from the usual guard-dog like behavior she usually exhibited, the effort she took in trying not to lose her footing and keep within the lines was nigh all-consuming. That, and not getting in the Riolu’s way. That was paramount to being a good guest if that was the right term for it.