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.
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Post by Frederick Ferdinand on Mar 20, 2019 22:30:37 GMT
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[attr="class","wassup1dangertxt"] Word traveled quickly in the dorms, or perhaps it was just that these people had a hard time containing their joy for the simpler things in life. Even as Frederick and Tiny made their way down the hall they would overhear and witness evidence of this unusual event, a cause for jubilation among the entirety of the Pearl student body. Every single one of these students held what smelled like a freshly baked cookie in their hand of various flavors. Dark eyes would linger on these individuals as the pattern started to reveal itself to the dark skinned student, his ears tuning themselves to the various conversations as he made his way toward the lobby. It sounded like there should still be plenty of cookies left, as one student even commented that there was enough for the entire school, not just the other Pearls.[break][break]
Frederick wasn't the type to indulge in such treats on a regular basis, but that just made the moments that he did all the more delectable. Lips turned into a soft pleased smile as he glanced down at the nidoran, the stern pokemon refusing to acknowledge the happenings around them. "I don't think one cookie will do us too much harm. Wouldn't you agree?" The purple rodent simply grunted in response, prompting a solitary chuckle of amusement from his trainer. Few would realize that the pair were on their way to a hike, the young man's attire looking closer to the school's uniform than your typical outdoors equipment. But why else would he be wearing a pair of hiking boots with his pressed white dress shirt and slacks?[break][break]
It wouldn't be long before Frederick would find himself in the lobby, where he would spot a small cluster of students speaking rather loudly around one of the tables. Were they seriously going to argue about cookies? There were plenty to go around, so why act so childish about it? As he drew closer he would realize that the situation was much more dire than he expected. "What's going on here?" His voice was strangely authoritative, causing a few of the students to jump slightly, while the others simply turned their frustration toward him. Between their passionate ramblings and the empty plate he could now clearly see on the table it was apparent that someone had taken the cookies. One moment there was a massive pile of treats and the next they had all simply vanished. No one saw what happened it seemed, which only served to raise more questions.[break][break]
Frederick let out a soft sigh, his lips curling into a warm smile as he slipped his thumbs behind his suspenders. "Don't worry, my friends. I will be investigating this theft. I promise you all that I shall not fail to deliver divergence the loss of the cookies. Or the cookies themselves, if possible." The students didn't seem too convinced by the unfamiliar face, the different members of the group giving dismissive words or gestures in a collective 'screw it' fashion as they went back about their business. "I'll be sure to keep you all updated." His smile would remain constant despite their lack of interest, one last nod being given in their direction before he turned to face the scene of the crime. "Now...where to start?"
It was no secret that Layla was keen on cookies. Incredibly keen. The status of those cookies was legendary, and when she heard of their arrival, nothing was stopping her from salivating at the though and breaking routine to leave a soon as her elective was over; she didn't even zip it up properly. Bolting through campus like a stampede of Tauros, even Fluffee was concerned at the zeal presented by the pink-haired student; few things made her run so far and so fast. Even being in a skirt didn't slow her down, and the dorms within her grasp only heightened that anticipating.
Almost bursting through the front door, the sight before her greeted her coldly, she grew suspicious. A cacophony of students with cookies, as well as a lone gentleman standing in front of an empty tray with his pokemon, was the scene before her. A friendly stranger and a whisper were all she needed to be clued in. Her heart sank like a rock in a lake; she hadn't known them long, but she was already attached to them. Her stomach growled; it was expecting company and had made reservations in advance.
As much as it hurt, stung to see, she had to witness the remains; identify the lack of cookies for herself. Approaching like a funeral-goer, she glanced at the last known location of the cookies, near the pondering gent and his Nidoran. It was as foretold; they were gone, barely a trace of the crumbly delights remained. Even the crumbs weren't spared, as Fluffee bounced onto the platter, the crumbs and flakes getting caught in her cotton. "Fluffee..." cried a defeated Layla, not even mustering the raw will to pick her up. She could have the crumbs; Layla wanted the full monty, not the table scraps.
She could see her reflection in the metallic tray, now sparkling thanks to Fluffee. There was no way that they could already be gone; there was enough to feed a small army. Was she lied to? No, the communal table was covered in platters; they were too large an amount to just disappear; the word had spread only 10 minutes ago. Not even the embodiment of gluttony itself could consume it in its entirety.
"How... How did they all just... disappear?" processing out loud, her sheer disbelief apparent to anyone around. "This... This doesn't make sense."
Post by Frederick Ferdinand on Mar 25, 2019 0:33:03 GMT
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[attr="class","wassup1dangertxt"] The aspiring ranger's concentration would remain locked on the platter, a soft him slipping past his lips as he considered the possibilities. For the cookies to vanish so quickly there were only two possibilities that came to mind at the moment. Either a very swift pokemon managed to snatch them without being noticed and was able to hide them from view as they blended into the crowd or a very fast and savage eater made their way onto the table and gorged themselves. He felt fairly confident in ruling out a human acting on their own, but it was very possible that a greedy trainer utilized their pokemon to collect these treats for themselves. Perhaps a psychic type that was able to pull them from a distance or teleport into position and teleport away?[break][break]
His thoughts would be interrupted by the familiar sound of Tiny's low growl, his gaze shifting down to the pokemon. It only took a moment for him to follow the irritable creature's gaze to the pink haired girl and her cotton ball, the prior seemingly in a state of shock at the lack of cookies to be enjoyed. Frederick's lips would curl into a sympathetic smile as he took a step forward, a hand moving to rest on her shoulder and give it a soft squeeze of reassurance. "I am afraid you are too late, ma'am. It appears that some fiend has made off with the rest of the cookies not too long ago." Black eyes would look away from the pink haired student to scan the students in the room, his smile gaining a hint of playfulness as he did. "In fact, I suspect that our culprit is likely in this very room."[break][break]
A hint of excitement was audible in his otherwise smooth voice, his shoulders shaking slightly as he silently laughed to himself. His attention turned back to the young lade, his head tilting slightly to one side. "Perhaps you and your friend would like to help us investigate? There's a chance that the criminal in question has yet to devour their ill begotten gains." Frederick would turn down to Tiny, his lids lowering in irritation as he looked up at the pair. It was clear that he had absolutely no interest in this little adventure, especially when he had been promised a hike to get familiar with the wilderness outside the city. The trainer would simply off the pokemon a shrug, which was met with a shrug and a sigh as the purple rabbit started to wander about the room with his ears alert. May as well help get this over with so they can get on with their day.[break][break]
Startled. A hand Layla wasn't expecting, nor could have anticipated squeezed her shoulder, her body shuddering like a current zapped it. In her approach to mourn the fallen and the lost, she had forgotten entirely about the gent and his pokemon she'd spied by the platters when she first walked in. It was rude of her to ignore him like that, but still, it scared the crap out of her. Not even her trusty Cottonee warned her about it, which was someone unusual for the guard-dog like pokemon.
Taking a moment to reclaim the breath that got away from her, she turned to face the gent, still with a grip on her, although not as firm as what she initially thought, the shock amping it up in her mind. His smile was kind, which was met in kind, as he delivered exposition on what she hadn't been able to put together- it wasn't a lot of people who ate them all, someone took them in one fell swoop. Impressive. She had no idea whether to be mad or even madder over the prospect that only one person was the reason why she missed out on delicious, crumbly cookies.
An audible "Mhm" was her response to the narration she experienced as another piece had clicked into place, the scene started to become laid bare as he exposed his theory; they were still in the room, somewhere. Perhaps they were chowing down, or maybe they were biding their time. In either case, there wouldn't be a moment to lose. However, perhaps one would be fine.
The fluffball bounced in excited agreement to the team-up, cheerful chirps springing forth from Fluffee. Layla had no choice but to agree, her friend already sold on the idea. Even still, the fact she was craving some cookies all but sealed the deal on its own. "Okay!" a sunny smile beaming forth from the petite pinkette, as the gent's purple pokemon starting to scour the room with irritated compliance, her own delighted pokemon bouncing around the room, looking adorable.
"Well..." pondered an inquisitive Layla, her chin supported by a hand in a pistol-grip shape, her own eyes surveying the room. "If that's true, is there anyone that we know of who would have a pokemon able to move it all so quickly? I don't think a person like you or me could get them all out so quickly, without getting a slap on the wrist," the supportive hand now nonchalantly gesturing aimlessly.
Post by Frederick Ferdinand on Apr 1, 2019 20:46:28 GMT
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[attr="class","wassup1dangertxt"] Shoulders would shake slightly as he felt the Layla tremble from his grip upon her shoulder, his smile widening as he silently laughed to himself. It was difficult to tell if the touch itself made her uncomfortable to she simply was so caught up in her despair over the cookies that she didn't notice his presence until he reached out. Either way he would pull his hand away and allow his thumbs to slip behind his suspenders once more. Whatever the case she didn't seem too caught up in that first impression, as she and her pokemon seemed to be agreeable to joining him in the investigation. In fact there seemed to be a measure of enthusiasm from the pair, which would be met with a small nod and a calm smile as he watched the fluffy pokemon bounce about.[break][break]
Frederick's gaze would remain locked on the pinkette's thoughtful features as she started to look around the room. There were plenty of students still enjoying their cookies that they presumably had grabbed before the batch vanished, none of which seemed to be paying the pair any mind. A few of them had their pokemon out nibbling or munching on the treats as well, but much like the trainers none of them stood out as being suspicious. Though there were a few that could have feasibly pulled off the stunt in question. Of course Frederick had already done his initial quick scan around the room, allowing him to take this moment to simply watch his current partner with a look of amusement as she started asking questions.[break][break]
"Unfortunately I have yet to get acquainted with the entire dorm, so all I know is what we have before us. But I can agree that no mere human could have accomplished such a bold maneuver without notice. The real question is what sort of pokemon are we dealing with? There are surely some more experienced students with pokemon with amazing speed. Then there's the psychics that are able to move the cookies without getting near them. Or potentially even teleport them to anywhere on campus." Dark eyes would remain locked on Layla as he listed the possibilities, his expression remaining calm yet entertained. There would be a slight pause where he would watch her in silence, a soft breath escaping his nostrils as he turned to look back at the crowd of loitering students. "But if that were the case this whole investigation would be pointless, as we have no way to track that. So assuming this is a solvable problem... What do we need?"
Okay, this was perfect. With some luck, ingenuity and a fluffy pokemon, it'd be a piece of cake to find out where the cookies were, and hopefully, snag one when they were back in their rightful place. The mere, tantalizing thought of having such a crisp delectable was paramount in her mind; she would have one. Eventually. They needed to find them, and the culprit first, wherever they'd slinked off to. The small freshman turned back to him, to answer his question. She had an idea. All they had to do wa-
Her attention, for a brief moment, was more at head level for her for once in her life. He was wearing... Suspenders? No way, he wasn't real; they burned all suspenders in the last war as a sacrifice to the great Bidoof. There was just no way someone could wear suspenders, even at a high-class university like this. Next, he'd be rocking up with a bowtie too. This was just... She had to let it go. It was okay; he was allowed to "express" himself; however, he wanted, even if it was incredibly dorky. Still, though, suspenders were peculiar, but whatever.
Fluffee bounced across the room, giving the hardest stare a Cottonee could physically muster. All she was got was "aw"s, and a few people wondering if they should pat her, her cotton fluffiness betraying her intent. Her contribution did make Layla chuckle; Fluffee really was trying her best to set-up whatever came up next. The Nidoran did its thing, probably better than what Fluffee was trying to accomplish. Either way, they were trying.
Her expression turned quizzical again. "Hmmm..." her delicate finger tapping her temple, stirring whatever thought was cooking in her mind back to something coherent. "Well... Wouldn't the first step be finding out other people's perspectives? You have one, and I have only what you've told me. So... We should ask around." Perhaps they'd seen what'd happened, or at the very least would know of pokemon around the building that'd possess the ability to perform a heist like that.
Post by Frederick Ferdinand on Apr 7, 2019 3:15:30 GMT
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[attr="class","wassup1dangertxt"] Tiny's seemingly aimless course of wandering through the room would come to a halt as he spotted the cottonee bouncing around the room. He paused to watch the ball of cotton attempt to...intimidate people? It was tough to tell what she thought she was going to accomplish with her bouncing and stares. Eyes would narrow into a glare of irritation as he shook his head and let out a displeased snort before turning to make his way back to the pair of trainers. He was unimpressed with the other pokemon's contribution, or lack thereof, which meant that it would be all the more important for him to return back with his findings so that the investigation could advance.[break][break]
Meanwhile Frederick would pull a hand away from his suspenders, his smile growing slightly as he extended an index finger to wag at his pink haired partner. "A very good place to start!" His hand returned to it's natural place behind his suspenders as he turned to look at the poisonous rodent that was making his way over. "Which is why I sent my little friend out to see if anyone mentioned our target. Nidoran have remarkable hearing, you know." The nidoran looked up at his trainer with a look of disinterest, not seeming too concerned about the praise being offered to him at the moment. He responded only with a brief grunt, his ears twitching slightly as he shook his head. Fred would let out a thoughtful hum at this, his smile fading just a touch as he considered the news. "I'm sure the matter is being discussed, but if the culprit is still in the room it seems they haven't mentioned their misdeeds to anyone just yet."[break][break]
A soft sigh escaped his lips, his brows knitting together and turning upward in a concerned manner. "I suspect that the odds are against us finding the missing batch here. But! That doesn't mean we should give up. Perhaps you would like to lead us in questioning to see if anyone noticed anything fishy going on before the theft? I would do it myself, but I suspect that they will respond much more favorably to a beautiful darling such as yourself." Weight would shift to his heels, the tips of his feet lifting off the ground just a bit as his hand gestured toward the other students. He watched Layla with a smile of amused expectation as his other hand moved to place itself on her back to give her a gentle nudge in the right direction. "Don't worry, we'll be right behind you."
Fluffee ignored the Nidoran and kept a rather wide berth from its poisonous, prickly exterior. She went around, staring down people with cookies until they had no cookies left. They couldn’t be the thieves if they had no cookies, right?
Layla paused as her taller accomplice clicked his heels together. ‘Beautiful darling?’ He must have come from another time, like a gentleman from two centuries ago. Even so, her cheeks took on a rosy tint, but only ever so slightly. Her friends joked that she turned as pink as her hair to her dismay. However, she had a job to do, mainly so that her stomach wouldn't growl; how embarrassing would that be?
Her cotton-ball of a Pokémon was staring down a trio of young men, each polishing up their last cookies. One of them even petted her, profusely apologizing and trying to clean her up after getting a few cookie crumbs. Her eyebrow quirked; she had an idea. Time to turn up the charm; maybe those pink cheeks would come in handy after all.
She walked over with light steps, the carpet leaving her as silent as a ghost. “I’m so sorry,” scooping up Fluffee in her arms, cradling the cotton-ball, “I hope she wasn’t annoying you,” scratching and scratching her cotton-ball, picking out the cookie piece as she spoke in a sickly-sweet tone. “We just heard that cookies were going around and she really wanted some,” looking at the group of young men with crumbs around their mouths with the sweetest smile she could muster.
“Say,” staring into the mossy green eyes of the man who got cookie crumbs on her fluffy friend. “You wouldn’t happen to… You know, know where they all went, do you? See anything at all? We’d really appreciate anything you could tell us,” her eyes wide and expressive, mouth with a closed smile, and her voice persuasive, at least for its current purpose. Maybe the man would feel a little guilty about dropping some crumbs on her, maybe he'd get flustered and say something, or perhaps he'd be an upstanding human being and say what he saw if anything. Hopefully, it wasn’t too much; didn’t want to sound forced, or send the wrong message.
Post by Frederick Ferdinand on Apr 21, 2019 21:57:44 GMT
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[attr="class","wassup1dangertxt"] Frederick watched like a proud father as Layla followed through with his verbal and physical nudges to make her way toward a group of their peers. Hands would clasp together behind his back as he slowly followed after her, watching the cluster carefully as he gauged their reactions to her intrusion and the questions to follow. He would hover a short ways away from the group, positioning himself so that he would be in his partner's field of view while keeping out of the potential suspect's focus. His shoulders shook as he silently chuckled to himself, the sweet innocence of the pinkette's words seeming to tickle him at least a little bit. Either this girl was a natural or she had a long history of using her feminine charms to her advantage.[break][break]
Meanwhile the trio's laughter and chatter would come to a halt as a new challenger approached. The messy eater's green eyes would quickly jump between the cottonee and her trainer, giving her a bashful smile once their eyes met. An arm would move to wipe the crumbs from his mouth with his sleeve, his movement coming to a sudden halt as she spoke about the lack of cookies. "You mean they're gone already?" He moved to his messy blond locks to ruffle his own hair as he turned toward the now empty platter. "Gosh, that sure is a shame. Wish I could help miss..." He turned toward the other young men, his face shifting into a sympathetic plea as he gestured toward Layla. "You guys hear anything about this?"[break][break]
The broad shouldered student adorned in a bright blue ensemble was the first to speak up, his voice soft yet containing a depth that one could almost feel reverberate in their bones as he spoke. "No, nothing like that. But one one of you aught to let Ryo know about this. He seemed fairly interested in grabbing a few for himself before heading to his room." The shortest of the group scoffed at the thought, waving a hand dismissively toward his larger peer. "That prick? We're not going to be around when he comes down to bitch and moan about how he missed out so who gives a shit?" His attention then turned to the green eyed student, lips curling into a frown as his arms folded across his chest. "Rule number one of surviving around here, buddy. Don't share info for free. If she wants our help she's gotta make it clear what's in it for us."[break][break]
The blonde student blinked rapidly at this, his lips pulling back as he sucked in a sharp breath that hissed past his teeth. His features would remain soft as he offered Layla an apologetic smile, his hands raising as he shrugged helplessly. "Sorry ma'am, but I guess I can't help unless you...Pay up?" He shot a glance to the shorter one, who would give a nod of approval before turning to watch Layla as well. The largest would turn to watch with a curious gaze, seeming to watch the interaction with a look of neutral interest. All the while Frederick would be visible to her behind them, his head nodding in encouragement as he looked on with a smile of amusement.
Who's to say whether Layla was talented, worked hard, or a combination of both? Either way, she had their attention, or at least, turned the topic of conversation her way. At the bare minimum, the focus was on her, and not her gentlemanly accomplice; it would have been nigh impossible otherwise.
There was a little spark of success when the boy turned bashful. While she did feel bad about questioning someone, she'd just met, but she could always get him another cookie when they'd found where they'd all disappeared to. Layla was even impressed with how well that worked when he conferred with his friends. If she weren't putting on a bit of an act, her smile would be from ear to ear.
Her eyes darted between each of them as they spoke, each telling a bit about themselves. And a name; Ryo. From the looks of things, he missed out too, although it seemed like he had an opportunity before. Either way, it was a name to keep in mind for later, even if he was a 'prick.'
While the largest of them seemed disinterested, the shorter one was crude, and probably not the one to talk to, particularly when he turned the conversation sour. Despite how jovial the group might have been, 'opportunistic' seemed to fit their character more. This whole conversation was over cookies. Maybe that would mean it wouldn't be too much of an ask. There wasn't too much to gain, despite how good they would be. Fluffee looked up at her, an unsure expression on her face, well, in her eyes.
But Layla had this. She could turn this around faster than that time Fluffee tried to take on a Gyarados. Admittedly, that wasn't their greatest day, but they managed to make it work in the end, without getting chewed into mincemeat.
She held eye-contact but deliberately played up the cute angle as she responded to the blonde haired boy. "Oh? And... What would the price be?" Despite what she was going for, she did not need a reputation going around about any weird stuff. The freshman made no moves towards, or away, nor tried to reach out. However, she decided to keep up curiosity in the deal at hand — nothing to suggest anything strange or weird.
She did have one thing to remember; this was for a couple of cookies. There was no way she would do anything crazy or over the top, but she did need some cookies, if not for her, then for Fluffee. Poor thing was having a go at the cookies in her cotton already. Strangely, she hoped that her suspenders-wearing Sherlock would be able to swoop in if anything went south, or if she did anything stupid.