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 Posted: Wed May 06, 2015 8:41 pm
Observing: Glameow.
Word Count: 667.
Magnolia clutched her chin between forefinger and thumb in thought before nodding twice. James looked up to her and tilted his head, trying to determine what in the world she had on her mind.
"What are you thinking about?"
"I have decided, James," she sad. "That I shall work towards becoming a researcher."
James's eyes drew wide. "Really?" he said. "That's an admirable feat. You're going to have to work hard, y'know?"
"Indeed," Magnolia affirmed. "But that's not to say I can't start close to home, right?"
"Eh?"
Striding forward, the trainer approached her Glameow and plucked him from the couch between both hands. Rho, having given up all fight when it came to his trainer pulling into her hands, remained limp in her grip. When she placed him atop the coffee table of her shared hotel room, she looked expectantly at the feline, but the Glameow was too tired and clueless to do anything more than return her stare. After a moment of no movement, Magnolia encouraged Rho with a small beckon.
"Go ahead, Rho, do something," she said. "Act natural. I have to observe you."
"Magnolia, I don't think that's how it's done–"
"Shh!" Magnolia shushed James with a finger pressed to her lips. "You have to be quiet! I'm concentrating!"
James let out a sigh and shrugged his shoulders, returning to the book he was reading upon the opposite end of the couch from Rho was once was. Though he tried to feign disinterest, he did find himself peeking over the tome every once in a while to watch the earnest girl in action.
Rho was equally confused and miffed at his trainer turning him from Pokemon to plaything. Yet, he gave into her interests – he was definitely going to act natural and that was by going straight back to sleep. Hooding eyelids to her, the Glameow trotted about twice in a spot on the coffee table and dropped himself down to a tightly wound ball. Even when he tried to return his much needed slumber, though, he couldn't help but be mindful of his trainer. He could feel her eyes burn into his center as she "studied" him. Rho snorted to himself and turned the other way, trying to assuage his bothered feelings, but even then he couldn't.
Magnolia can be such a pain the a** sometimes, he thought.
He felt himself bereft of her thoughts when he heard her hum and feel her looming shadow recede. The Glameow's ear flicked at the sound of a pencil against paper. The fourteen year old was now taking notes on her first Pokemon; pouring her entirety of thoughts across half of the notebook. When she was satisfied with what she had written, she tugged her pencil into the binding and slapped it shut. Nodding her head, a smile spread across her face. James tilted his head at her, wondering what conclusion she drew regarding Rho.
"So?" James inquired. "What did you learn?"
"Something very interesting!" she said, beaming at him.
"And that is...?"
"Glameow are fond of sleeping!" she chirped. "It should've been obvious from the get-go since Rho is always asleep – whether he is on my shoulders when we're out traveling or he's in the hotel room. But why? That's where where the questions lie! I like to think they feign sleep to avoid attention. Well, that's what my Glameow seemed to be doing."
James wanted to face-palm at first because it sounded as if she were stating the obvious, but when she picked up on something only he had a vague idea about, he nodded his head. "Y'know, you have a good point," James agreed. "Rho does always appear to be "asleep" when you engage him. Huh. Nice catch, Illia."
"It was amateur work, James," Magnolia said, puffing out her chest. "Even someone as talented as me could pick it out!"
Rho flicked an eye open and let out a huff.
Don't get cocky because you found out one thing, he thought.
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2015 9:03 pm
Observing: Delcatty.
Word Count: 628.
Next on the agenda was her Delcatty, Sigma. However, unlike Rho, it took an arduous effort to find her second feline because it seemed like he upped and disappeared when not in the company of the Glameow. When searching about the hotel room proved fruitless, Magnolia strode out of the hotel itself and searching about its exterior. Upon squinting eyes up to an outcropping dipping from the second story of the building, that's where the lavender-haired girl discovered Sigma people-watching. She admired this incredible feat.
It must be great seeing the view from up there, she thought.
Cupping her hand about her mouth, Magnolia called up, "Hey, Sigma! Mind coming down here?"
"Delmrrow?" the Delcatty mewed as he glanced down to her.
Doing as he was told, the feline lithely leapt from the edge he was on to the sill of a window, scaled down the second staircase of the fire escape with a pompous ease, and then dropped the rest of the height from the ledge at the end to his trainer's feet. Primping himself while in the company of his owner, he looked up cocoa eyes to her expectantly. Magnolia's own eyes followed him the entirety of his short journey, her mouth drawn in awe. In that moment, she drew her own conclusions about the feline.
Opening her notebook, she jotted down a quick note of the dexterity of Delcatty and then of their pristine appearance being owed to multiple groomings per day; likely more when they felt that their fur was not up to standard or they exert themselves to the point they needed to fix any straight strand of fur out of place. Looking down to Sigma again, she tilted her head, and followed as her feline mimicked the gesture.
Their attention also seems to be undivided when it is requested, she thought. Does this also apply to other approaches such as hunting or play?
"Ahhh, hey, Sigma!" Magnolia said, bending at the waist. "I wanted to ask if I could observe you for a bit? Just to take in some more notes about you. Would that be all right?"
"Delmrow!" Sigma agreed.
"Thanks! So, um, feel free to do whatever? Just pretend I'm not here... Though I am here... What I mean is, pretend I am simply a tree. Act as you would around on. Okaaay, go!"
It didn't take Sigma much effort to do just that. Despite being a gift from her mother Ramona, the Delcatty didn't have much interest in Magnolia to begin with, though he put up with her requests because she was the one who supplied his food. The only one who had his full attention was Rho, but that was because the Glameow was his mate and meant more to him than himself. Though his own character did take the second spot in his heart.
Sigma trotted around the hotel, poking into places and drawing his eyes to different aspects of the building as if quite interested . He continued to do this for some time as Magnolia stood stock-still and scribbled notes into her journal. He wondererd what was being written in her ledger, but at the same time, didn't want to press the issue. It didn't matter what she wrote and, whatever it was, it wasn't going to be incriminating. He had no reason to care.
Eventually, when the watcher found herself caught up with all there was to known about the Delcatty, she tucked the book under her arm and beamed a smile at her Pokemon. Reaching down, she scrubbed fingers into the creases of his ears and earned a loving purr in reply from Sigma.
"Thanks for your help," she said to him. "I got some good notes."
"Mrow!" Sigma mewed in polite reply.
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Posted: Thu May 07, 2015 2:11 am
Observing: Persian.
Word Count: 653.
It took an arduous effort to keep up with Epsilon once the Persian found himself on the move. Magnolia found herself racing after the feline as large, cream-colored cat fretted about because he was late for his next scheduled task. No matter how many times the lavender-haired girl called out to him to slow down while trotting after him, Epsilon just never gave in.
"Hey!" Magnoia cried to him. "W-why are you in such a hurry? S-slow down!"
Epsilon paid her no mind and silently ran at his owe pace across toward Motterossa; Magnolia keeping up in speed to him with her pink dress curling up like a wave as her feet pattered against the stone of the streets. Onlooker couldn't help but look up at the billow of dirt following both of them, the wild chase akin to a wild chase of a runaway Pokemon rather than the other way around with the trainer avidly interested in where the Persian had to go.
As she ran, Magnolia, despite the difficulty, jotted down a few notes on the incredible speed of Persian in her ledger; almost loosing her grip on it when she stumbled slightly from an uneven section of sidewalk raised a few centimeters above the once-leveled grooves. She thought this would slow her down incredibly, but when she noted her Persian skid left into the park across the way from her rented hotel room, Magnolia didn't need to be told more. She knew exactly where Epsilon was headed.
Slowly considerably from a rush to a gentle walk, this is when the watcher penciled in some more notes into her notebook. Specifically, that Epsilon's great speed would've made him a great hunter or even escapist had he been a wild Persian. A small smile creased on the girl's lips at this observation.
He certainly has the vigor for it, she thought, taking a deep breath as her pants began to even out. Makes me think that if he wasn't caught, just how he used to live out his life.
She's gleaned a few bits from Rho upon asking him directly, but the Glameow only nodded or shook his head to her inquires. It was moment like that she wished the language barrier between Pokemon and humans could be broken so she could find out a bit more of the ones in her party.
Upon entering into the park, Magnolia followed the lane before breaking off into a lane of trees. There, hiding behind one of the trunks, she came upon Epsilon at its center in a small clearing. She would come there often with James whenever he wanted to share a lunch with her and she had some free time to spare. When she was not there, the little personal spot liked to be used by the Persian to take out some frustrations and practice his attacks. Since Magnolia was only a casual trainer who recently turned her mind to books and observation rather than active training, Epsilon has sought out other way to ease the transition, and had recently employed this new form of regime to his schedule in-between a reading of a book and a nap afterward.
Magnolia watched a flurry of Power Gems beam from the Epsilon's forehead jewel and break down the knit together trees. A small yelp escaped from her throat as she turned herself away from the attack and hunkered down at the base of the tree. Its trunk vibrated as it hit it; sending a shiver down her spine. Letting out a breath as the tree protected her from the attack, Magnolia penciled in one more edition on her journal before slapping it shut:
Epsilon the Persian shows excellent power and control in his attacks; making time everyday to further his training without the need of a trainer. Has a life once as a street Pokemon fueled this desire? More observations needed.
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