Name: Kinnie Gutamen
Location: Jubilife City
Eggs:

Grubbin Egg (9/10 posts to hatch)
Pokémon: (3/6)
| Hannig♂ | 5/5
| Vilne♂ | 3/8
| [no name]♀ | 0/5
| [no name]♂ | 18/18
Items: x3,
Total Posts: 28
Points: 76


After writing a substantial amount in her journal, Kinnie closed it and tucked it back away in her bag, slipping it behind the egg. It hit something at the bottom and remained poking out, so she wiggled it a little and it slid in properly. Curious about what it hit, she reached inside and her fingers settled around a small sphere. She didn't remember putting anything small and spherical in her bag. She grabbed it and extracted her hand.

It was a poké ball. She frowned. Her poké balls were in another pocket of her bag. Perhaps there was a hole in it? She proceeded to check, but found nothing that suggested leakage and all three of her poké balls still inside. ‘So,’ she thought, ‘this isn't mine.’

She stood up and glanced around, tempted to head back to that Davis man's building, but paused. She couldn't deny that she was curious. She pressed the button on the ball, expecting a click followed by the popping lid of an empty ball.

White energy spilled from the poké ball, pooling on the ground and forming a small shape. When the energy cleared, a small lime green pokémon with a blunt vertical spike protruding from its head opened its triangular eyes and stared up at her. It had a diamond-shaped plum-coloured bely, stubby arms, and a tail that almost represented a nest of feathers. However, this pokémon’s skin appeared hard.

“Lar,” it murmured, its raspy voice sounding somewhat tired. It blinked, and Kinnie blinked back.

She pulled out her Pokédex and listened to its spiel. This pokémon was a male larvitar, a rock and ground type, and the ‘shiny’ variant, whatever that meant. They were a first stage pokémon, evolved twice, and ate dirt. Kinnie looked at the ground, crouched down, and scooped some soil into her hands. She extended it to the larvitar, who merely looked at the hand and frowned a little. He looked back up at her.

They both stared.

“Not hungry,” she concluded, dropping the soil and brushing her hands together. Great, now her hands were dirty. She rubbed them on her pants and elected to worry about proper sanitisation later. “Do you…want to go back in there?” she asked, pointing back down the street towards Dash Corp. Back in that building was the only place this creature could have gotten into her bag. She had checked it earlier in the day, and the poké ball had not been there.

“Larvi,” the pokémon grunted, shaking his head. He raised a limb at Kinnie. “Tar!”

“M…me? You want to come with me?”

“Lar!” the pokémon cried, a smile crossing his face. Kinnie blinked and held up his poké ball.

“Okay.” She was about to return him to the ball before she paused, figuring he needed a name. She was about to ask what his name was before she realised that pokémon can’t talk. This whole trainer thing was weird.

Not particularly flowing with creativity, Kinnie glanced around the city for ideas. Mundane words clouded her brain before she saw a billboard advertising some sort of drink. She didn’t know what it was, but she liked the word.

“Guinness.”

She recalled her pokémon and clipped his poké ball to her belt. She had four now. Realising this, she remembered that she didn’t give a name to her most recently caught pokémon. She grabbed its poké ball and pressed the button, watching as the energy solidified into an unmoving brown lump.

Her bidoof had been knocked out. Of course. She had forgotten.

She recalled the pokémon before anyone saw her call on an unconscious pokémon (she hoped), and thought about the name internally. One time she had heard the name Fiona. That would do.

Figuring she had better restore the health of her injured pokémon, she sought out a Pokémon Center after remembering that it was where some of her teammates had gone in the previous town. Upon arrival, she saw a few of her teammates, and walked up to the woman behind the counter. Her pink hair was a little strange.

“Hello. I would like these all conscious as soon as possible,” she said, dropping all four of her poké balls on the counter. They began to roll in different directions and one fell off and onto the desk in front of the woman.