Grand Re-Opening of Carvanha Springs Inn

It seemed like Aidan was suddenly surrounded by people who didn’t like him. The Red Queen, at least, was known for her temper and he’d been wary of Zandroface from the beginning, but Prasha had seemed very welcoming and the sudden brusqueness had caught him flat-footed. The fact that it clearly wasn’t malicious didn’t stop it from stinging. So as he followed “Sophia” into what was clearly a kitchen, his mood was not at its peak. He walked over to a counter to lean against and brood angrily for a bit while the Gothorita prepared some sort of meat dish. Once Bragor had gotten it and was happily chowing down, the Gothorita walked back out to the main room.


Aidan mulled over his situation. He still wasn’t entirely sure what was going on, but it was clear that everyone here was immensely powerful, and that he was horribly outmatched. He was also something of an outsider, as they all seemed to know each other quite well, whereas he had heard of the Red Queen and only vaguely remembered the host (his name was already fading out of Aidan’s memory) from that one battle in Pyron. He wasn’t even sure how long ago that had been. He briefly wondered why he was even a part of this whatever-it-was and wondered if he should leave and keep going just to avoid all the awkwardness that was sure to ensue. The continued aching in his feet spoke against that, though, and he did think Bragor would enjoy the spa, if they got a chance to use it.


That said, he did have to step lightly around the queen and her mind-reading subordinate. He supposed the best plan was just to act casual and let everything play out around him. There was not so much a danger of them having some personal vendetta than just deciding they didn’t like his face and squashing him like a bug. He bet that Rapidash’s hooves could cave his head in if he got to close.


Aidan sighed, and resigned himself to staying. He wondered how long this thing was going to last and what exactly he was going to have to do. Whatever happened, he needed to get himself and his rebelling emotions under control.

Bragor finished eating and burped happily. He had been quite messy, so Aidan pulled a cloth out of his pocket to wipe his face off. Bragor pulled back and complained a bit, but Aidan eventually got the job done. He put the cloth away and rinsed the dish in a nearby sink. He stretched out his hands to the Bagon, offering it a ride back to the main room, but Bragor ignored him. Aidan walked out of the kitchen and back down the hall. On the way Bragor spotted a door to the outside, and as he was apparently not interested in going back to the room with all those people in it, he ran outside. Aidan watched him go, knowing he wouldn’t go too far and would come back when he was done. He headed back to the main room (a lounge?) and took his seat again.

Mariko let out a sigh at the fact that everyone was still seemingly tense.  But perhaps things would get better as time went on.  She should not judge the atmosphere the way she was without knowing what had occurred before her arrival.  What seemed to be a calming factor was the number of Pokemon around her, all in good health and not suffering.  To see some of them running around so curiously, or mischievously was a relief as well.  Even seeing Mentus in a well state was nice considering the weeks she had been having before she decided to come here for a rest.  Well...  She was a little worried about the white-haired strangers Bagon, but it seems that he was only hungry and he looked much better now that he had had something to eat.

Looking down at her bracelet, she fidgeted with the Pokeballs on it for a while before she sighed to herself again and pressed the buttons on two of them.  The bright lights of red that appeared formed the forms of Celeste and Snowdrop, one taking perch on the back of her seat, and the other appearing in her arms with a yawn.

As Akane hunched over on her fence, looking out towards the distance she noticed something strange. A woman, with auburn flowing hair and long robes approached the inn, and in the silhouette next to her, a flygon by the looks of it. Akane seemed to remember somebody she knew having one. But who? It was made apparent when she walked by the queen resting on her fencepost. She had always made Maya nervous; it was no surprise of her to simply walk on by. She heard the door slam shut behind Maya and the red-haired woman dipped her head. She was tired.

"My Lady? Everything all right?" Akane recognized the voice but only gradually did she raise her head. He must’ve come out as Maya went in.

”If emotions are insanity, then why is fire clarity?” Aziza put her paws on the fence next to Akane and lit the leaf she had been fiddling with. Akane showed it to Prasha, eyes clouded as they focused on the burning leaf. A gust of wind blew away the ashes and eventually, the leaf as it floated in the wind and faded away. Her violet eyes locked with Prasha’s in a rare moment of humanity in the red haired woman. ”Prasha. What am I to you?”

A moment of silenced passed.

”I’ sorry Prasha. Fire just gets me thinking sometimes. It clears my mind, and wipes my emotions clean. I’m sorry. For some reason that ashen haired boy angered me, and he didn’t even do anything to deserve my anger.” she huffed and rested her forearms again on the fence. Her fiery locks spilled over her shoulders like lava, and gathered at her bent knees. ”I must formally apologize for leaving so suddenly.” She realized just how lonely she had been outside, and how thankful she was at Prasha’s presence.

”Thank you, for coming out here. Was it just for me?” she laughed, but knew if he did, it had to be fear or respect. Not true friendship. No. that just wasn’t for her. People like her didn’t deserve such luxuries. She turned to head back inside, resting her hand on the larger man’s shoulder. ”Great party, I shouldn’t keep you much longer.”

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Sorry for the philosophical post… However Akane is facing that point in her life where she must decide what is important to her, and what isn’t. So she’s having an insane mid-life crisis moment.