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 Friendships of a Foreigner, Marie and co. Development
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 Posted: Dec 7 2016, 10:49 AM
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Setting: Outskirts of Little Marchton
Pokemon: Meryl
Time: Nighttime

Goals:
- Introducing Marie to her new houndour and working on initial bonding
- Naming the houndour Meryl

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Marie waited until she was a safe distance from the farm before she rummaged through the bag that Robert had given her. She tried to remain unemotional as she counted the gold, moving it all to one compartment. But her eyes teared up when she saw how much he had given her. He was clearly planning for some time apart, some time to work on his father, but the amount seemed so large to her that she wondered for a moment if he ever planned to see her again.

She took out the eggs next, first the slimy one that felt slightly warmer, then the other one that had a prickly texture. She tucked them both back in the bag carefully, then took out the one still wrapped in a cloth. The cloth was used for life more than anything else - when the eggs on the farm hatched, she or one of the other workers would rub the baby with a cloth like this, cleaning it up and preparing it for its new life. But would the egg wrapped in it now get to have a new life? She felt much like the egg herself, lost in a new life, alone and somehow broken. She kept that egg in her arms. She needed to hold it. She needed to feel that it was somehow still warm.

She couldn't stop the tears when she reached the poke ball, also warm in her palm. She had worked with pokemon for many years, but having one of her own was a dream that she had doubted would ever come true. She was not bold enough to battle or tough enough to train; trusting her with a pokemon was putting the pokemon in danger. At least on the Grady farm, she knew there were handlers around, people who could hopefully defend her in times of trouble.

But this little warm ball depended on her alone. The thought delighted her as much as it terrified her. The curiosity began to eat at her. What had Robert intended with this pokemon? He must not have known what was in the eggs he gave her, because it was impossible to know what was in an egg unless he raised the parents himself, but he must have known what was in the poke ball. He must have chosen it himself, for her, for a specific reason. Taking a deep breath, she placed her thumb over the button in the center and pressed it firmly.

A red light emerged from the ball, brightening the darkness of the night. For a moment she thought there was no pokemon there, that she had been tricked somehow, but a small snuffle coming from somewhere let her know she was not alone.

"Bwoof?"

Marie bent down and looked in the direction of the sound. She knew better than to try to touch whatever it was, especially when a small flame peeked out from the pokemon's mouth. A fire type, then. The fire illuminated the pokemon's face for a brief moment, showing a skull-like pattern on its head and a black body with perhaps a tawnier muzzle and belly. "Follow me," Marie said as she looked to the clearing up ahead, hoping to use the moonlight to get a better look at her new pokemon.

Her footsteps crunched on late autumn leaves, but the pokemon did not follow. "Hello?" she called out, her heart beating fast, afraid that she had somehow offended the pokemon and it was going to attack her now.

The houndour, as it turned out, simply did not know what to do. Humans were new to her after life on a route filled with abandoned buildings and shady types who cared for rarer pokemon rather than those that could be found anywhere. She had watched the rare travelers on the route, heading north or south to the human settlements the houndooms told her about. But they never dared to go near the humans. She was still young, and she and her age-mates were warned about the humans who simply wanted battle practice and would not hesitate to harm or kill her with powerful attacks.

She had never heard a human sound like that, almost like she was pleading. The houndour was curious. She sniffed the air, and when she did not smell another pokemon nearby, she chanced to take a few steps forward.

Marie's breath caught in her throat as the pokemon got closer. A sudden fear took hold of her, and she wondered why she had done this at night. She was already uncomfortable enough without an unknown pokemon getting closer and closer to her. She held the poke ball in her hand and ran her thumb over the button, so very tempted to call the pokemon back and save their first meeting for another day. But that would be impolite, rude even, and she didn't want the pokemon to think of her as an enemy.

In the clearing, she got a better look at the pokemon. She had never seen one like this before, but when she squinted at her pokecard in the moonlight she learned that it was called a houndour, and was dark and fire type. She had interacted with fire-types before, she used to tend the ponytas in the merchant caravan, but dark-types were new to her, and often rumored to be evil. Was that what Robert thought of her?

She wracked her brain, trying to think why Robert would have given her this pokemon. The first reasons she thought of were negative - it was fierce, it was evil, it was too strong for her and would overwhelm her. But then she thought that a fire-type could illuminate the night, much as it had with its small cough earlier, and they were also warm on cold winter nights and perhaps even good for hugging. She began to smile as she pictured Robert picking this pokemon out for her, and in the spirit of his generosity she decided to kneel and look at the pokemon's face.

The houndour's eyes were a rich brown, and she tried to look at its eyes instead of the two sharp teeth poking out of its mouth. She winced a bit at the thought of it attacking, but then realized that the pokemon was likely strong in battle, or could be. Robert was trying to protect her, even now - and perhaps trying to help her get over her fears, as well.

"Hello, houndour," she said, hoping it didn't notice her accent or think she was strange.

"Dour," the pokemon responded. The voice sounded somehow feminine, and Marie realized the pokemon must be a girl.

"I'm Marie," she said. "It's nice to meet you." She tried to keep the fear out of her voice, and the sheer emotion stemming from the day's events, but she was well aware that her voice must be shaking. "Sorry," she said, wondering if she would ever be comfortable in her interactions with pokemon. "I'm not used to this. And I hope they didn't take you away from your home to come travel with me," she said in a sudden realization. She took out her pokecard again and looked at the most common habitats for houndour: Route Five, near Istin City, and Route Ten, between Doran Village and Navdia Crater. She was not near either of those places now.

The houndour thought back to her home. She had never considered the wider world until a human had spotted her pack and started to battle them. She had tried to run, and she was one of the first to fall. She never expected to wake up again as she lay in the dirt, but she felt the healing touch of a pokemon with an egg in its pouch before she was placed in a ball. The next thing she knew, she was here, in this unfamiliar area, with this girl talking to her.

She had never talked to a human before. She had never been so close to one, and although her memory of the houndooms' words told her to be scared, there was something about the girl that made her not fear. Perhaps it was the fear she sensed in the girl herself, but the houndour dared to take a few loping steps forward. "Houndour," she said.

Marie wished she could understand what her new pokemon was saying. "I wish I could talk to you, for real," she said. "It's going to be an awfully lonely journey." She had known happiness since her loneliness, and now she doubted whether she would be able to go back to a life where she barely, if ever, spoke to other people. She had seen how sweet companionship could be, but now it had been cruelly taken from her, and the houndour was left in its place. "I wonder if you're missing anyone, too," she said, thinking first of Robert, then of Eugenie and Alain and everyone she left behind in Carcassone.

The houndour could tell from her words that she spoke the truth. She inched ever so much closer to the handler, eventually nudging her with her skulled head.

"I can't just call you houndour, if it's just going to be you and me," Marie realized. She wanted to have a fresh start in the Harper region, but for some reason when she thought of names she thought of Carsen ones. "What about Meryl? It means... a black bird. You are not a black bird, but you are dark-type, and I feel hope for you. Maybe we can fly together." It was a small spark of hope that she felt, but it could grow, and even the small spark emboldened her.

The houndour - no, Meryl, now - never had a name. She was honored to receive one. She rubbed her head against the human's knee in a gesture of affection, thanking her wordlessly for differentiating her from the rest. She was missing her pack as well, but perhaps this human could help her form a new pack, one where she was important rather than overlooked.

"Good," Marie said softly, reaching down a tentative hand to pat the canine pokemon on her head.

"Houndour!" Meryl cooed.

Marie smiled. It had been easier than she thought to reach down and pat the pokemon, to give her a name. Maybe if she took her journey with Meryl in small steps like these, she would be able to achieve her goals. It may be a first step, but she had taken a step, and perhaps if she could keep that up on her journey, it might not be as lonely as she had thought.

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Aw, this is cute! I love how uncertain Marie is and how she works through that to try and bond with Meryl. (:

No happiness bars just yet, but I will add a note to Meryl's profile that says 'Beginning to trust Marie' & will try to get your next dev thread too.

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Setting: Cape Augustine beach
Pokemon: Coralie
Time: Early morning

Goals:
- Introduce Coralie
- Bonding between Marie and Coralie

The first time she went to Cape Augustine after the change, she was surprised to see the beach to the south peppered by what looked like a collection of large black rocks. She got closer to one curiously, only to find that it had pink spines – and unlike typical rocks, this one could shuffle, edging ever so much closer to a particular spot in the sand, where it burrowed contentedly with a small sigh.

“Not again,” a young woman said. She reached down and picked up the rock, then, to Marie’s surprise, threw it at the ocean. It landed with a loud plop, and with a startled look, Marie turned to face the other beachgoers. Many of them wore red shirts like this woman did, and they too picked up the rocks – no, they had to be pokemon, even if Marie had never heard of them – and threw them into the sea.

“What are you doing?” Marie asked slowly, trying not to get angry.

“These are pyukumuku,” the woman replied.

“Pyuku…?”

The woman sighed. “One of the new pokemon, the ones the mages brought to the region. They love beaches, and they keep coming back, but they can’t fend for themselves on land. It’s a kindness, throwing them back. They’ll sit there in the sand until they die. They love their one spot so much that they won’t go out and get food for themselves. They need to be in the sea, they just don’t realize it.” She bent down and picked up another one, who wiggled its pink spines before she threw it into the water.

“Is there no other way?”

“Not that I know of – we tried feeding them on land, but unless someone’s out here feeding them every single day, they’re not going to make it. Plus some of the new pokemon like to prey on them, and without us throwing them back, they’re vulnerable to death from all sorts of sources.”

Marie held the woman’s words in her head as she stood and watched her and the other people throw the pokemon back in the sea. She watched until the last one was gone, and although she hoped there would be some pokemon that broke through the obstacles to come forward, all she saw in the waves were pokemon she already knew from growing up on the water. She hoped they hadn’t all gone. They were nice, in their simplicity. She regretted not trying to interact with one…

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The next morning, Marie got there early. She had hardly slept from anticipation, and she couldn’t believe that she was going to interact with a pokemon on her own for the first time. Meryl had been different, in a rather large way – she was already in a poke ball, and she belonged to Marie before Marie even met her. These pyukumukus were wild, they had no loyalty to any human whatsoever, and perhaps they were angry with humans for throwing them back into the sea. Perhaps if she didn’t throw one if it got too close to her, it might attack – and her only pokemon was weak to water-type attacks.

When she got there, she was almost disappointed to see that there were no pyukumukus on the beach. Perhaps they didn’t come there every day, or maybe they had learned from their failures and decided to move on. She watched the water lap at the shore and was tempted to go for a swim until she saw the unmistakable shapes of pyukumukus beginning to emerge from the water.

They started to crawl out onto the beach, scuttling in a funny way. Marie couldn’t see if they had legs, but if they did, they were certainly short and stubby. Some ambled faster than others, but all moved at a relatively slow pace, giving Marie enough time to worry. Which one should she go up to? She didn’t think she could handle more than one at the same time, but a steady flow of them had her confused, standing in one place as she looked from one to another, trying to figure out which looked nice – or less likely to attack.

She was looking to the left when one scuttled up to her, calmly passing her and settling into a groove in the sand. It was the one she had seen yesterday, she thought as she remembered the layout of the trees, the exact view she had. The pyukumuku looked up at her as it nestled into its favorite spot, getting cozy in the warming sand.

“Hello,” Marie said, but she didn’t get a reaction. Was she terrible at this? She looked around the beach, embarrassed by her initial failure, before she knelt down and tried again. But her second “hello” led to no reaction either.

What could she be doing wrong? Even Meryl, who had been somewhat aloof when she first met Marie, had responded to a simple hello. But then Marie thought. The most recent – and perhaps the only – interaction this pokemon had with humans was getting thrown from its favorite spot, time and time again. “I will not throw you back,” she said.

The pyukumuku lifted its head.

“Oh!” Marie exclaimed as the pokemon turned to look at her. “Sorry, I have never talked to a pyukumuku before,” she said. She had practiced saying the pokemon’s name into a mirror at the inn she was staying at the previous night.

“Pyuku,” the pokemon said, and Marie wished she could understand. She tried to think of what to say. What did pokemon like to hear about? It was strange because they couldn’t participate in the conversation, and she wasn’t used to dominating a conversation. Usually if she was alone she didn’t talk, but now she had someone to talk to. She hadn’t thought this far, but now that she was faced with the pokemon, she had to think of something. It had interacted with her, in its own way, and now she had to do something for it.

But what could she do? She wasn’t talented in many ways. She doubted the pokemon would want to swim together, and in fact, she wondered how it even swam with a lack of visible flippers or appendages of any kind. She couldn’t sing very well, and the idea that another person might happen upon their meeting made her not want to even try. Eventually she sat in the sand near the pyukumuku, looking down at it as it looked up at her. “You are a determined little pokemon. You remind me of a story from my homeland,” she said, before launching into it. “There was a maiden who lived by the sea…”

The words sounded so strange in Common. Sighing, she switched languages, and returned the story to its original beauty. “The maiden had coal-black hair and fair skin, and she was regarded as a beauty far and wide. She waited for her lover on a sparkling sea, and every night, her family would come and bring her back to their home and tell her not to wait. They told her that there was nothing out there for her, her lover was dead, swallowed by the sea. But she continued to believe, and every night she took the very same path to an old lighthouse by the bay…”

It was unclear whether the pokemon understood her language, her story, but it continued to look up at her, wiggling its pink spines as she spoke. It looked enraptured, which only made Marie give more embellishment to the story. She made more hand motions, grander ones, until finally she brushed against one of the pyukumuku’s pink spines by accident. And just as easily as the magic had started, it stopped. The water-type looked away, and Marie took her fingers away, but not before she noticed how the spine was somewhat dried out, thin, brittle.

She remembered what the woman from the day before had said. It was a kindness to throw the pyukumukus back into the sea. They would starve otherwise, if they didn’t get eaten by some other pokemon first. It was a harsh world, and the only kindness was to take something out of its element, unwillingly.

Marie preferred her own brand of kindness.

“I will not throw you in,” she said. “But I also do not want you to get hurt. Do you want to come along with me?” she asked.

“Pyuku,” the pokemon said softly. With the closest the little face could come to a determined look, the little body began to shuffle over, away from the little groove she had worn in the sand, edging ever so much closer to Marie.

Moved by the pokemon’s movement, Marie said, “The maiden’s name in the story is Coralie. Do you want that name?”

“Pyuku!” the pokemon answered.

“Can I tap you with this poke ball?” Marie rummaged through her bag and found an empty ball, holding it out for the pyukumuku to inspect. “Ah!” she yelped as a white protuberance emerged from the space she had assumed was the pokemon’s mouth. The hand-like shape grabbed onto the poke ball and pressed the button itself, and Marie was too shocked to do anything until the poke ball had rocked several times and stayed still.

“What… was that thing?” she wondered, looking through her pokecard. It seemed she still had to learn more about her new friend, but for now she was content to have brought the pokemon along with her, and interrupted her fruitless journey to the sea and back. Like the pyukumuku who was now on her team, Marie had many large changes to make, and she had no doubt she would be emboldened by the sea cucumber pokemon by her side.

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“You caught one?” the woman from before said when she arrived on the beach to find Marie packing her things.

“I did,” Marie said, patting the poke ball that now sat on her belt.

“It won’t make a difference. We’ll still have to chuck the rest of them back into the water every day.”

“It made a difference for this one,” Marie said, and she left the beach with a smile.

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This is a cute little dev post! Coralie gets +1 happiness bars. (:

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Setting: Marchton City
Pokemon: Vivienne
Time: Mid-morning

Goals:
- Introduce Vivienne
- Bonding between Marie and Vivienne

[[NOTE: Changing Emilie's speech color to moth's mod color in this post to avoid confusion with Vivienne's speech color]]

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Marie hadn't explored much in Marchton City as of yet, and the sounds and smells of the vibrant city were intimidating her so much that she clutched the cracked egg closer to her, enjoying the slight warmth and calming feeling it gave her. Shopkeepers yelled out their wares, the exchange of gold was prominent as people walked away with their arms full of new purchases. It all seemed chaotic to Marie, so much so that she kept turning around to look at people who had raised their voices for one reason or another, not knowing whether the situation was escalating for positive or negative reasons.

One shout not too far from the general store left no doubt as to the intentions of the speaker. "I thought you said I'd get something less creepy for all that gold!"

More than a few heads turned to look at the speaker, who was a short female Guardian with cropped hair and hands on her hips. "I gave you the thing Clark attracted, but I was expecting to get something decent for it, not... that," she pointed at something Marie couldn't see from the outside.

"Every Harper's Passion trade is random, miss. We can't guarantee anything specific, which I believe I told you before I took your hundred gold pieces." The shopkeeper was a portly man who was trying to keep his cool, but as Marie approached the open door of what must have been the local Harper's Passion branch, his voice sounded strained, like he was trying hard not to yell.

The Guardian sputtered a few times. "Well, what am I supposed to do with it?"

"You could try training it," the shopkeeper said, but when the woman's hands returned to her hips, he changed tactics. "Or you could put it through the system again. From the looks of it, this one's been traded a few times already, even though it's new to the region."

"You're crazy if you think you're getting one more gold piece out of me. What'll it be next time, a mr. mime? I've had enough." Shuddering slightly, perhaps at the idea of a pokemon Marie found creepy as well, the Guardian dropped the poke ball on the ground and left the store in a rush.

Marie took a quick look, trying to see what pokemon the Guardian was fleeing from, but in the time it took her to step aside and let the Guardian out, she had lost sight of the pokemon entirely. Slowly, she approached the shopkeeper. "Give me a minute, please," he said, holding his head in his hands.

"Where did the pokemon go?" she asked quietly.

He picked up his head. "I don't see it, although I think it can be invisible if it wants to, or at least that's what I've been told... check the flap here, though. It leads to an outdoor area where we handle some of the trades." He gestured to an open slat in the door leading to a path outside, too small for a human to get through easily, but he quickly unlocked the top of the door and swung the entire door open.

Marie didn't like the sound of a pokemon that could become invisible, but she felt heartsick when she heard the Guardian talking about the little one like that. For all Marie knew, the pokemon could be a baby, lost and scared and alone, forced to listen to how it wasn't good enough. She quickly left through the door and found her way in a small courtyard with a fountain in the middle where a few feebas swam in lazy circles and a wailmer practiced some moves. Careful to avoid the whale pokemon, she began to walk around the perimeter, not quite knowing where to look until she heard a faint rustling sound, looked down, and saw nothing.

"I will not hurt you," she said softly. The noise rustled again, and this time she tracked it to the left, towards a thick fence. There was a weird slimy noise like something trying to fit through too tight of a space, and then with a small grunt, what looked like a grimy piece of cloth materialized.

Marie felt like she was staring at it forever before it turned around and she got a good look at it. "Pikachu?" Sure, the pikachu looked dirty, and she had thought it was a cloth at first, but she couldn't understand what was so disgusting about a pikachu. Then again, this pikachu was rather strange. It was tiny, it would fit in her cupped hands, and it could turn invisible...

"Actually, it's a mimikyu," the shopkeeper said. "A ghost and fairy type, whereas pikachu is electric."

"It's a ghost?" Marie asked, then realized from the pokemon's posture - its expression wasn't changing, come to think of it - that she might have offended it. "Why does it look like pikachu?"

"It's new to the region, but scholars are speculating it looks like a pikachu because it's trying to get people to like it. It knows pikachu is a popular pokemon, so it made a little outfit to try to look like one."

Marie was dumbfounded, and for a moment she couldn't even think of what to say. This little pokemon, so small and vulnerable, had not only come to terms with its perpetual aloneness but had figured out a way to try to cope and make people love it. And what had it faced? Nothing but cold, hard rejection. It was so small that Marie couldn't picture it being much more than a baby, and when she carefully put the cracked egg down and took out her pokecard, she could see the pokemon wasn't much older than Meryl.

"Is it yours?" she asked, then looked down at her pokecard again. "She. Is she yours?"

The shopkeeper shook his head. "Not necessarily. She'd just lay around in our storage area, considering how many people have rejected her so far."

Marie took that as a sign that she could interact with the pokemon. She knelt down and tried to look at it on eye level, but she was still taller than what she could now see to be drawn-on circles. Two little black orbs gleamed in small holes in the costume, and she tried to direct her remarks there - but before she could speak, the mimikyu began to scuttle away.

"I like your costume," she said. The mimikyu turned back. "The ears are fluffy and the tail is a nice stick, where did you find the stick?" She knew the mimikyu couldn't answer her, but she pointed at the stick, noticing that it looked remarkably like a lightning bolt, like a real pikachu's tail. She marveled at the effort it must have taken for the little one to find a stick in exactly the right shape.

The mimikyu looked up at the human incredulously. Why was she still talking to her? Wasn't there something wrong with her, ever since she came back? She tried to hide her hideous form, her cursed body, and the costume was a last-ditch idea she thought would never work, not after she had been captured and released so many times, every time looking into a face that didn't want to see her.

The first handler had been so excited to capture her, so thrilled to get a rare pokemon, but he had been a small boy whose mother and sisters made him trade her away. From then she had bounced around from handler to handler, not knowing their names, only what she could tell from a brief moment of looking at them before more gold was exchanged and she was sent on her way once again. But this human kept looking.

She inched forward ever so slowly, careful not to show her ghostly hands. The human gasped. "Do you want me to pet you? Can I pet you?" she asked, and the mimikyu squirmed happily. A human wanted to touch her! She was not failing in her disguise. She inched forward again, then again, until her little body nudged against a small rock and she flopped over, the head of her costume staying up, the neck bent backwards.

She could have cried. She was so close, so close to getting a person to love her, and now she had to stabilize herself with her ugly black hand and the human saw the neck of her pikachu costume going all the way back, like a real pikachu that had broken its neck. Tears welled to her eyes as she looked up at the human, knowing what she was going to find. She was going to find rejection and hatred, fear and anger. A demand for her money back, even though this human hadn't paid anything at all.

She was utterly shocked when instead she saw a hand reaching out towards her. The face behind the hand looked surprised, alarmed even, but somehow the hand was reaching forward. She inched forward again and noticed that the hand was trembling, shaking ever so slightly, but the hand still touched her costume's fabric.

"I think I can fix that neck," Marie said hesitantly. Looking at what appeared to be an undead pikachu scared her, but the little creature inside was crying, and she could not possibly be mean to it.

"Kyu?"

"We are near the marketplace. We can find stores with stuffing and cloth. We can make it together if you want... if you want to come with me." The offer would have seemed so alien to her just a few minutes before, but the sheer amount of effort this pokemon was putting forward and the amount of faith it had in the world, even after clearly already having died once, was astonishing. For a ghost, this pokemon seemed like she had an incredible amount of life. "I could call you Vivienne," she said, her accent clearly showing. "It means full of life, in my language."

"Mimi... kyu," the pokemon said, tentatively reaching her black hand out again to tug slightly at the fabric of the costume as if to reiterate the fact that she was not, in fact, alive.

"You are a determined little pokemon, I can see that. You are full of life, even though you are not alive." Two small wet spots appeared on the fabric near the mimikyu's eyes. "I will be your friend if you will let me," she said, and she didn't have to make the offer twice. The mimikyu scuttled closer and closer until she was climbing up Marie's body, leaving an uncomfortable icy feeling before she finally settled on her left shoulder.

"Kyuu~" Vivienne chirped happily. It seemed that somehow, even though she still wore her busted disguise, the human had seen through it to the young ghost beneath. Figuring out the world would be far nicer with a human friend at her side like she had always wanted.

Marie stood up and carefully picked up the cracked egg, enjoying the contrast its warmth provided to the cold ghost-type on her shoulder. Not that she was going to eject the mimikyu anytime soon, though. She suspected it would take a lot of time and care to make the ghost-type feel loved. "Do I owe you gold?" Marie asked when the shopkeeper held out the poke ball the Guardian had thrown so callously.

"Not at all. Just take care of the little one; I think she needs a friend like you." He had a wide smile on his face and held the door open for Marie to re-enter the main area of the Harper's Passion shop.

"Thank you," Marie said, a large smile on her face as well. She had no doubt the mimikyu was happy from the slight squeaks and purrs emanating from the ghost. For now, even though she was still mystified by and somewhat scared of ghosts in general, she would try to work with this mimikyu. After all, there was nothing scary about a creature who just needed love, and reminded her so much of herself. "Vivienne, I think I saw a fabric store to the left," she said as she exited through the front door, happy to begin her travels with her new friend.

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I have to admit, I started falling for Vivienne when you first mentioned that she's been traded around multiple times. (Vivienne, noooo!)

Anyway, that being said, this was a really cute - if short - dev thread that I think set up Marie and Vivienne's relationship really well! As they haven't really gotten far into their relationship, though, and this is their first meeting, I will instead be giving Vivienne a note:

Friendly to Marie.

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