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Pokédew Valley | The Shadow Invasion
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The brunette had lost count of how many times she'd paced the length of the station's single platform in the... She glances at the pink Pokétch on her wrist-
17:07
Mio had now been there just over two hours and yet there was no sign of the newcomers. She huffs in frustration, crossing her arms over her chest in a fed-up manner. The young goat Pokémon, on the other hand, seemed to be having the time of its life, taking no notice of it's panicking trainer as it tirelessly frolicked around.
"The train couldn't possibly be late now, could it? Surely not..." But with no sign of the trainers and the dinner party starting in less than an hour, she would have to make her next decision quick. "If by any chance they arrived early, or I arrived late, then they'll probably be in town by now. Skiddo? Skiddo! We're heading back now, buddy, come here!"


тнє вσυffαℓαит'ѕ нєα∂ | ιи∂ιffєяєит
Shifting a bit awkwardly at being addressed, Shin put on a polite smile keeping a more or less professional face. "I'm sorry miss, but I'm not sure. Though becoming a breeder is an admirable career to pursue." Shin replied politely. A motion in the corner of Shin's eye caught the young adult's attention as the owner of the inn discreetly called the employee over.
"There's a dinner party in an hour. Care to help set up?" Shin's employer whispered with an apologetic grimace directed to Shin. There was genuine remorse in the owner's words and without even knowing it, Shin had already agreed and was walking back out into the main lounge area.
It wasn't hard to get everything in place, with the area in which the party would be held already decorated to look like a dining hall. Changing the tablecloth was enough to make the hall take on an elegant and refined look and when Shin turned off the overhead lights in favour of using the opulent and dusty chandelier hanging from the ceiling, the change in atmosphere was palpable. All in all, it took Shin no longer than half an hour to transform the inn from a run of the mill pub-like space into a dining hall fit to receive new residents

𝒯𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 | 𝒜𝓅𝑜𝓁𝑜𝑔𝑒𝓉𝒾𝒸
Having spent a fair bit of time simply sprawled on the beach and familiarizing himself with the foreign yet familiar crash of waves, Kaoru glanced down at the watch decorating his wrist. He felt like he was forgetting something, he mused as he took out the letter to read over the contents. Ah. There was apparently someone waiting for him at the train station. Glancing between his watch and the letter he let out a small wail of distress at the time disparity. Hiking up his duffle bag, Kaoru didn't even bother putting his shoes back on as he made a mad sprint for the train station.
With his feet pounding against the pavement, his heart in his throat, the only thought that ran through Kaoru's brain was "oh my god, I'm so dead". His feet scrambled against the rough terrain, toes desperately gripping onto any semblance of support as he passed confused onlookers. Please please please still be there he thought desperately, seeing the telltale shadows of a train station begin to grow closer and closer, a lighthouse within Kaoru's frenzied panic. A lone figure was pacing across the platform and Kaoru gulped in one last breath of air before skidding to a stop before Mio, nearly slipping on the smooth surface.
"I'm -- so so sorry." He panted out, hunched over his knees as he attempted to catch his breath. God, the last time he ran that fast was... no let's not go there. Coughing a few times, he quickly checked that everything was still with him. Shoes, check. Socks, check. Duffle bag that has been properly zipped, check. At least whatever deity was out there took a tiny bit of pity on Kaoru. "I uh, got off a station early and got lost."

•°. * иσвℓє ρυяρℓє * .°•
•°. * тнє вєαт σf ℓανєи∂єя є¢нσєѕ σи, ι'м иσт α ωιт¢н σя αиутнιиg * .°•
•°. * яє∂ αи∂ gяєєи тяυℓу gσ ωєℓℓ тσgєтнєя * .°•



Baffled: she was. Even the Pokémon beside her appeared a tad puzzled as it tilted it's head, checking out the new arrival. Golden eyes, too, flicked over the trainer, narrowing in confusion upon noticing the lack of shoes on his feet. Did he seriously run all the way here like that? The thought of running along the mountain trails without shoes had her cringing but braved a smile as to not make the newcomer feel any more awkward than he probably already did.
"I-is that so, huh? It can't be helped, I suppose. We have some nice scenery around here, I'd have probably done the same, aha~" She pauses briefly, before remembering there was little time for small talk, with a list of things still to do and not many hours remaining before curfew, "Well, I hope you're okay and didn't get injured on your little trek. My name is Mio Blossom, and I'm serving as Mayor in the place of my father for the next couple of months as he has had to go out of town for work. You can tell me all about yourself on the way back but, for now, we have to get going."
Mio grips the trainer's hand, gently tugging him along back on the same route he had speedrun just moments ago.
"Can't have you running away again, can I?" Mio asks, rhetorically, grinning to herself, "Skiddo! You too, come on! Oh- By the way, did you arrive with any other trainers? I had been expecting a few others too.."

𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒽 ℳ𝒾𝑜 | ℱ𝓁𝓊𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹
Finally lifting his head, Kaoru gingerly slipped his shoes back on still slightly winded by the impromptu jog. He wasn't exactly the most athletic of people and while he did keep in shape but running across unfamiliar sloping terrain did tend to take the breath out of someone. Slowly looking over Mio, he felt his mouth go dry for a second before he was jerked off his feet as Mio tugged him along. "Oh uh, yeah sure. I'm a pretty open book though so what you see is what you get." He stammered, awkwardness sitting heavily on his tongue. He didn't really know what to do when faced with a situation like this, his cheeks dusted with pink. "Didn't see any other trainers though, no." He finally managed to say once he had resigned himself to such a fate, to be dragged around for now.

•°. * иσвℓє ρυяρℓє * .°•
•°. * тнє вєαт σf ℓανєи∂єя є¢нσєѕ σи, ι'м иσт α ωιт¢н σя αиутнιиg * .°•
•°. * яє∂ αи∂ gяєєи тяυℓу gσ ωєℓℓ тσgєтнєя * .°•






'This woman-'
Although Blakely didn't know her well, or any of her admins for that matter, she sometimes got the feeling that the raven-haired woman was a tad too into her job. However, Blakely commended her efforts, reckoning that if she continued doing as such, Hirtya could easily dethrone the big boss. Well, she'd have to locate him first. In the months of joining Team Umbra, Blakely had never met Mister once and was sure that he had never even shown his face since the factory was erected. Now, intercepting and reading into private emails from him to her leaders, she'd done several times before. What they didn't know wouldn't hurt them, right?
Lilac eyes followed her senior until she disappeared from sight. She finally exhaled a sigh she'd been holding in before glancing back at her colleagues that would be accompanying her on this seemingly basic mission - if you could even call it that.
"We'd better get a move on unless y'all want to be demoted to 'test subject', i.e, like that grunt in the testing cubical this morning. I 'eard it wasn't a pretty sight... And cleaning up the aftermath? Yeah, no thank you. I'll be waitin' outside so hurry up and get ready."
Blakely briskly walks away in the opposite direction, leaving to wait at the entrance of the factory for the other grunts.

17:51
The Bouffalant's Head is one of the oldest buildings remaining in Pokédew, because unlike most others, it has kept its original structure - only needing a few minor repairs here and there - whilst others have been renovated with time, giving the tiny town a bit of a modern touch.
It's currently a few minutes to six, residents begin to arrive at the inn. Thank to the handful of staff that work there, as well as even a couple of volunteers, the dining area has been neatly dressed with white tablecloths and silver cutlery. Whilst, at the very back, a longer table is occupied with a buffet and ceramic plates. The bar would remain open to serve drinks.
But, as always, the lonely old taxidermy Bouffalant head remains mounted on the wall, a few cobwebs collecting between its horns as it watches over the inn's guests. Some may say quite literally as there have been reports of the trophy's eyes moving..


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Putting on a stoic customer service smile, Shin got to work behind the bar, pouring patrons various requested drinks. It wasn't the most glamourous job by a long shot but there was a comfortable familiarity in the easy actions of mixing various concoctions and making small talk. As a well-known face around the area, Shin was saddled with the duty to entertain the whimsy of familiar clients as promises to stop by and work for a while passed thin lips. Such was the life of a person who helped everyone with everything, Shin supposed, fetching a jug of Mago Juice for one of the younger members of the party. Shin's pokemon were also helping out, with Mismagus helping serve the guests while Roserade acted as a host.
There was no shortage of work to be done tonight, and Shin would ensure that the party would run as smoothly as possible.

•°. * иσвℓє ρυяρℓє * .°•
•°. * тнє вєαт σf ℓανєи∂єя є¢нσєѕ σи, ι'м иσт α ωιт¢н σя αиутнιиg * .°•
•°. * яє∂ αи∂ gяєєи тяυℓу gσ ωєℓℓ тσgєтнєя * .°•
