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[ooc: You know what I haven't done in a while? Forcefeed loyalty to Azurill. It's about time we give this cute round lady a name, eh?]

<p>Stubborn.

<p>Sonia took a mental note of this trait she had just observed. There was a lot she learned in the recent weeks, ever since she got her house. Things were changing for the better. Azurill was no longer this cute ball of anger and aggression. Sonia had always known that there had to be a story behind the round Pokemon's difficult behavior, that she wasn't necessarily bad, only troubled, and there had to be a lovable side to her. As Azurill was growing used to her and their new house, the trainer was finally starting to see her real personality that was coming to the surface. And one of the first traits she observed was stubbornness.

<p>"You can't stay there all day! Come on, Azurill!"

<p>As they spent time with humans, most pokemon seemed to learn human language, even if they only got to the point of understanding the basics. Sonia could tell that her other Pokemon reacted to many common phrases and most importantly, they listened and appeared interested in learning. In Azurill's case, despite the improvement in their relation, there was no willingness to learn. The mouse often turned away and pouted when exposed to more than a few words in the human language. Even so, Sonia knew that by now, she had to understand that "Azurill" was her name. The woman wasn't happy about it, of course. All of her other Pokemon had nicknames that set them apart from others of their species and she believed Azurill was certainly worthy of a cute nickname. However, that would force Sonia to spend the time and effort on teaching this new name to the Pokemon and the mouse wasn't exactly cooperative. Even as Sonia called out her species' name, she sometimes seemed to ignore her.

<p>This is what happened this time as well. Azurill heard Sonia loud and clear and she knew that the last word the human had said meant she was expecting the mouse to come to her. And yet, she turned around, bouncing and splashing in the water-filled basket that stood in Sonia's garden. It was a nice touch, Azurill believed. Of course, it was far from what she used to have back home, but giving her a chance to swim and splash in water was admittedly a kind gesture. She hadn't expected a human to have this much consideration for a Pokemon's needs.

<p>And yet, after offering her this nice, tiny, human-made pond, the human called out to her, expecting her to stop her relaxation time just because. It wasn't that Azurill really wanted to continue splashing around, it was about the principle. Did the human seriously think that giving her a few nice things meant she would listen to the human's every word like some kind of a slave? Oh no, she was not going to be bought with such simple gifts. She would show her.

<p>"Fine, I guess I'll have to eat this delicious sweet heart by myself..."

<p>The next few words of the human were followed by the rustling of a candy wrap, as well as a sweet, delicious smell of chocolate that reached Azurill even despite the distance. She recognized it immediately and jumped out of the basket, spilling water all over. Her eyes concentrated on the chocolate treat that the trainer was holding up. It was a nasty trick, persuading her to obey with this sweet snack. Azurill had to admit that her trainer showed some signs of basic intelligence every now and then. The sweet heart was worth giving in to the woman. The mouse bounced toward Sonia, who was already on the other side of the gate. It only took one strong jump for the blue Pokemon to get to the other side.

<p>"Good Azurill! See, we can work together if we really try," Sonia giggled as the mouse grabbed the snack from her open palm with her mouth. It was a swift, awkward motion and she was certain that Azurill found it at least somewhat humiliating. She probably wished she had hands that she could use for this. Despite this inconvenience, Azurill went for it. The sweet hearts had to be her weakness.

<p>"Do you think you've won, human? I would be a fool to give up on this sweet treat, it's not like you tricked me," Azurill smirked mischievously.

<p>"So! Now that you're out, let's try taking you deeper into the city. I know you don't like humans very much, but we live around them, so it's about time you start getting used to them. Life will be easier that way. It's not good for you to be a shut-in, you know?"

<p>After saying a whole lot of incomprehensible sounds, Sonia ran a few steps down the path that connected their garden with the rest of Ashfield. The human buildings stood all over the place and the further one walked, the more humans they would see. Azurill stood still, narrowing her eyes at Sonia suspiciously. Ever since Sonia had bought the house, Azurill had been living fairly close to humans, but she didn't get to see too many of them, aside from the few neighbors. That kind of a life was comfortable and relatively safe, even though she knew she was escaping from her problems... And worst of all, she was postponing her mission.

<p>"Come on, Azurill! It'll be okay. I'll be with you," the woman chirped softly, crouching down and opening her arms in a welcoming gesture.

<p>By now, the trainer's intentions were clear to Azurill. In most circumstances, if she didn't like Sonia's ideas, she would simply jump away and mind her own business. In this case, she didn't like the idea, but... She also knew that she had to do this sometime. Azurill had an important goal in mind, after all. She had to find her little brother, who was somewhere out there, held hostage by a human, scared and lonely. Checking the human city was her best bet at finding him, but there was a problem with that. Azurill despised the human race, but she was still only a single mouse and it only took two humans to defeat her... The thought of being surrounded by these malicious, cruel creatures terrified her. So, even though she had to search the city, she couldn't bring herself to. She would be lying to herself if she said she wasn't afraid, but most importantly, she believed it would be unwise to go there all on her own.

<p>Azurill didn't know why Sonia wanted her to spend time with humans. It was probably some pointless fantasy of hers, about how she could be a sweet and friendly pet. Regardless of the trainer's motivation, Azurill really did need to find the courage to face them. She had to put her feelings aside, for the sake of her little brother... She had to live alongside humans or else she would never find the human who had taken her sibling. She sighed, bouncing up to Sonia slowly, shifting her eyes to avoid looking at the one human that she could at least somewhat tolerate.

<p>"There you go! Hi there, Umi."

<p>Sonia suddenly placed her hand on Azurill's head, patting her gently. The mouse looked up at her, pouting in silence. The trainer did this regularly with the others and she had tried it a few times with Azurill. At first, she resisted, rather aggressively. By now, she knew that Sonia was harmless and this was just how she expressed her trust or affection or whatever else was on her mind. Azurill had learned to accept this kind of gestures, in moderation. After all, they were allies. She hated humans, but this one human was harmless and always giving her nice things... They had had a pretty rocky start, with the attempted murder and Azurill being forcefully taken away from her home, but over time, she had gained perspective. After all, she realized that her life goal was finding and rescuing her little brother and being taken away from the plateau was a big step toward achieving it. So, in the end, working together with Sonia was going to pay off.
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As much as Sonia enjoyed spending time in the city, surrounded by other people from all sides, not all of her Pokémon shared her sentiment. In fact, only Kaname and Bebe did. While Ares and Tiro were simply on the introverted side, there was someone else who enjoyed strolls into the forest.

<p>"Whoa! There's so much space for hide-and-seek here! Isn't it great here?"

<p>The purple rat was as enthusiastic as usual when they stepped into the wilderness and left Ashfield in the back. These short walks had become routine for them, but it didn't stop Bebe from enjoying the sights and smells. She was skipping ahead, wagging her partially rolled up tail and moving her head from left to right, twitching her round ears as the distant sounds of wild Pokémon reached her. Sonia was walking steadily behind her. The cheerful voice of the Rattata was enough to let her know Bebe was in a good mood, but instead of playing along with her, the trainer was watching her other mouse.

<p>"Yes, it's... Better than back in the city," Azurill was bouncing slowly after Bebe, speaking in an uncertain voice as she was eyeing the surroundings. Bebe was easily the nicest Pokemon she had met ever since their trainer had come to disturb her peace at the plateau, so Azurill didn't enjoy sharing her negative thoughts with her. The Rattata was a nice kid, even if she was foolish enough to be "friends" with humans, so Azurill preferred to avoid bumming her out, which is why she was more careful with her words.

<p>Truthfully, she appreciated taking walks into the forest. It was calming to be away from all the stupid humans. Of course, there was their trainer, but Azurill was growing used to her annoying presence. Instead of expecting danger from Sonia, the blue Pokemon was rather focusing on the path they walked and nearby trees and bushes, as if expecting a fellow Pokemon to jump out and disturb her. She was far from getting protective of Sonia, but she had no intentions of letting any harm come to the friendly Rattata.

<p>"You're getting along so well," Sonia noticed cheerfully, despite not understanding the short exchange between her two rodent Pokemon. Azurill looked back at her with a cold glance, as if she was scolding Sonia for disturbing the serene atmosphere with her voice, but the trainer only gave her a smile. The times when Azurill attacked her on sight were over, encouraging the woman to stay positive and not mind the cold shoulder she'd been getting from the shoulderless Pokemon. One day, they would be friends. She just knew that.

<p>"You don't like humans very much, do you?" Bebe's squeaky voice sounded from further ahead. She had stopped and sat on the grass. "Maybe we can make friends with some other Pokemon then?"

<p>"Yes... Maybe," Azurill answered vaguely, catching up to the purple rat and stopping beside her. She really was such a sweet and considerate kid... But she didn't seem aware that Azurill didn't care for making friends that much. She had other worries.

<p>"Are we taking a stop here? Do you two want to play or maybe eat something?"
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Sonia opened her token pouch again and slid the coins she had just been counting back into its safety. Her face was adorned with a big, dreamy smile, even more so than usual. Her cheeks were pink and her eyes sparkling with excitement at a thought only known to herself. She had picked a fairly quiet alley of Ashfield for this money-counting task, but Kaname, who was sitting in front of her, was still on guard, suspiciously glaring down any passing person. He didn't really understand tokens, but he knew they were something important to humans. It was a little foolish of Sonia to be showing off her treasure in the middle of the city, so he acted in her defense, making sure nobody came to bother her.

<p>"Kaname! I have a surprise for you," she said, at last, suddenly leaning to hug him from behind. The Sylveon meowed in surprise, his vigilant expression softening. "Curtis has been so generous to pay me for the helping him with the house. I mean, I would have loved to help for free, too! But all the time spent at their place made me realize how wonderful it is to have a place to call your own. Can you imagine not having to sleep on the streets anymore? Of course, I feel so safe as long as I have you, but wouldn't you be happier in our own house?"

<p>The young woman's excited voice was speaking too many words in a short time, making it difficult for Kaname to keep up with her and understand what she was talking about. He could sense, both from her dreamy tone and the warm, fuzzy feeling he read with his Fairy powers, that she was very happy about something. He wagged his tail in response, rubbing his head against her cheerfully. When one of them was happy, the other quickly picked up on it, which was either a result of their close friendship or Kaname's special abilities.

<p>"I thought so! Curtis told me they're selling some houses, close to the forest, so this is the perfect chance! Let's go, Kaname!"

<p>Sonia interpreted the Sylveon's positive reaction in her own way. She bolted up to her feet and almost ran down the streets of Ashfield, with her fox companion following eagerly behind her.

<p>Even though she had officially started working, she spent the nights in her tent, somewhere in the less frequented alleys of the city. It wasn't that Curtis hadn't offered to let her stay at their house permanently. She visited nearly everyday to look after the kids and it was like she was a part of their family and Sonia felt like she belonged, too. But the woman simply refused. Yes, she was very happy to have some small humans to look after, it was a change from taking care of Pokémon all the time, but in her mind, it wouldn't be right to live there permanently. After all, she was also a trainer. One day she might want to leave and in the end, she wasn't really family to them, she was a housekeeper. Though she had grown attached quickly, her heart belonged to her real family... Which consisted of her Pokémon, for now.

<p>Lots of happy images were forming in her mind as she was heading to her destination. She certainly wouldn't be able to afford a big place, but she would be happy with anything. Sonia was picturing having her own garden, where she could spend the long, summer evenings, drinking tea while her Pokémon would safely play on the grass... Oh, perhaps she could have tea parties with her friends! She wondered if Victor would enjoy those. Probably not, but Ghost would be another story. Would there be place for Sonia to plant her own vegetables? Cooking those for dinner would be so enjoyable. If it was satisfying to watch the delighted faces of her Pokémon as they ate meals prepared by her, it would be even greater if the food had been grown in her own garden, thanks to her care and effort.

<p>Sonia was in the middle of decorating Bebe's bedroom in her imaginary house when she arrived at her destination. She stopped to catch a breath - she hadn't realized she had run out. But there was no time to waste, the woman decided as she continued to walk down a neat path running between two rows of wooden houses. Her head was turning left and right to take in the sights. The houses were small, as expected, appearing to only fit one or two bedrooms at most, but each one was surrounded by an elegant wooden fence that reached up to her waist. Each building was different in both size and shape, although the plots of land were around the same in size, which meant the sizes of the grassy gardens also varied.

<p>Sonia was already trying to pick a favorite, but Kaname stared at her with a raised eyebrow. Why had they come here, to this part of the city they hadn't visited before? Did someone they know live here? But the only person in sight was a middle-aged woman, standing further down the same path and he didn't recognize her... But Sonia went straight up to her and the two exchanged polite smiles. Kaname followed in helpless confusion.

<p>The trainer came to like this woman right away. Perhaps it was because she knew that this lady was responsible for what she had come here for, or perhaps it was her elegant yet welcoming appearance: blonde hair wrapped in a neat bun, a round face with a pair of pleasant blue eyes, a tight shirt, and a simple, straight skirt. She appeared very official, but Sonia was in no way intimidated. Instead, she reached out for a handshake as soon as she was in range.

<p>"Hello! My name is Sonia and I'm here about a house!"

<p>"Pleased to meet you, Sonia! My name is Stella and I handle the sales. How do you like it here?"

<p>"It's amazing! I had no idea there were places like this in Ashfield. It looks like all of these were built together as living quarters!"

<p>"That would be correct," Stella smiled warmly. "Our construction team has been building this small housing district over the past months, right here on the outskirts of the city. We've basically expanded the city a little closer to the forest, but that means living here brings you closer to nature. As you can see, we don't have too many houses yet, but as we sell what we have now, we expect to raise funds for more expansion."

<p>Sonia took another look at the two rows of houses. Stella was right, each one only had about five buildings, so as impressive as this was, it appeared to be a small housing district. The brunette smiled widely. It was even better this way. She would have neighbors, but it would be quiet and peaceful. Ideal circumstances for those who didn't like crowds, like Azurill.

<p>"Okay, I'm in!"

<p>Stella chuckled nervously. "Aren't you eager? Let's see... What kind of a house are you looking for? We don't have much of a choice, as you can see, some of these have been sold already, too, but I'm sure we'll figure something out."

<p>Sonia glanced at Kaname to consult him, but he tilted his head silently. He was starting to understand what was going on, but he didn't really have any specific needs. He was fine with whatever Sonia would want.

<p>"Well, a tiny house is all we need. It's for me and my Pokémon only. Some space in the garden would be nice, but most importantly, we want a cozy place to sleep and eat."

<p>Stella nodded patiently. Sonia's expectations weren't much at all, but they had a house that could meet these standards and not be as pricey as some of the others. After all, it was only a kitchen, a tiny sleeping area, the toilet and a bit of a garden. The saleswoman turned and led Sonia and Kaname to a wooden building near the end of the alley. She pointed to it unnecessarily, as the brunette was already staring at it with awe painted on her face.

<p>Made with light-brown wood, the house was L-shaped, pushed into the corner of the square garden surrounded by the fence. Effectively, the fence met the building on two sides and ended there, letting the walls of the house finish its job at marking the territory. The house itself took up more than half of the area. The rest was nothing but neatly trimmed grass, carefully prepared to entice any potential buyers. The house had a high-pitched roof, wooden like the walls, but it had been painted red. Tiny windows and a single door decorated the walls and invited Sonia to see what might be inside. The woman approached the narrow gate and looked at Stella to confirm.

<p>"So... Before I get too excited, how much is it?"
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Jillian was the kind of a person who learned from their mistakes. Whenever something went wrong, she could use it as an experience to do better next time. This was how she treated her loss in the tournament.

<p>It was fairly embarrassing to lose to a child, but she understood that there was a reason for that. Her Pokemon needed more training and discipline. She had to teach them new tricks and learn to work together with them in various circumstances. And while she was at it, she could get something for dinner.

<p>Primrose was stepping behind her with a lack of certainty painted on her face. They left the buildings of Crater city behind them and headed to the plains, which could only mean that her trainer was planning some exploring or training. Or both at once. Either way, Primrose wasn't too enthusiastic about the idea, especially because Jillian had been very pleased with her performance. The Pachirisu was looking sideways nervously, hoping that she wouldn't be thrown into a battle against a tough opponent. After all, any kind of a victory she'd had was pure luck, the squirrel believed.

<p>Jillian wasn't blind to the Pachirisu's anxiety - in fact, she was expecting it, because that's how the squirrel always reacted to the unknown. Admittedly, Primrose had lots of potentials, but Jillian figured she could work on some other members of her team. She tossed a pokeball against the ground, allowing the Litleo cub out. He yawned and stretched, reaching forward with his paws and clawing the ground playfully.

<p>"Oh, are we gonna play here this time? This pleases me," he meowed, forcing a dignified tone.

<p>"You're probably pretty good at hunting, aren't you? Show me what you're made of and I'll consider giving you a cool name," Jillian told him quietly, but the Litleo was already looking around for prey, a lot like she was. Primrose shook her head in disapproval, staying in the back.
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<p>Even for a fairly new arrival in Terrene like Jillian, the tension between Beta and Omega was apparent. She just happened to land next to Crater city and she had been taken in, at a cost visible on her forehead. Thanks to that, she had a place to sleep and food to eat, but she didn't exactly like being forced into the lowest group of the hierarchy and living the life of being told what to do. It wasn't that she disliked the city, though. In her current situation, remaining a part of the city's society was the safest decision.

<p>She had strayed from the path of an ideal citizen when she helped Omega with the metal gathering task. It was a secret, of course. Still, just as Beta seemed intrigued by the purpose of this metal, so was Jillian. Not only because she felt like she deserved to know what the point of her hard work was, but also because she wanted to be informed of this conflict. She didn't want to stick with Beta just because she happened to arrive near his city - it was foolish to pick a side based on such simple, random factor. No, Jillian wanted to know exactly what was going, what each side represented and which one was the most beneficial for her. And since Beta was looking for someone to spy on Omega, what better opportunity did she have?

<p>The journey was long and uncomfortable, as expected. A cart pulled by two Ponyta took her all the way to the mountains, choosing to stick near paths. Jillian was sat on the back, with Primrose resting on her shoulder. Both of them tried to spend most of the time sleeping. The rodent managed for quite some hours, as implied by her deep, relaxed breathing. Jillian figured that resting would be the best way to use this time, as there wasn't much else she could do, but the cart bumped on the uneven terrain frequently. She spent most of the journey alternating between desperate attempts at falling asleep and analyzing her Pokedex. It would also be a great opportunity to train, but there wasn't enough space... And this task would be a little too destructive.

<p>Even in the cart, the journey was taking days. They were supposedly taking the longer way around to avoid the rough rocky terrain of Rolling Mountains. Eventually, they stopped. Onix Peak had been visible for a while - Jillian had been staring at it in anticipation, knowing that it was their destination - but its base was still further away and the supposed camp was nowhere to be seen, likely hidden on the other side of some cliffs. The branded carter looked back at the spy.

<p>"This is as far as we go. If they see the cart, they might suspect something. It'll be better if you pretend to be a lost traveler or whatever."

<p>He didn't seem very enthusiastic about this task, but Jillian could understand that. Going all the way here and then back, only to drop her off, did not sound like the best way to pass the time. She hopped off the wagon, with the sleepy Pachirisu in her arms. The rodent was yawning and stretching, slowly realizing that they had reached their destination.

<p>"Thanks for the help," Jillian told the man without much emotion, knowing well that it wasn't really "help". It was his job. Still, if he was the one who would be picking her up once she was done, she didn't want to make enemies with him.

<p>She heard the Ponyta neigh before their footsteps sounded and the wagon moved again. Jillian didn't bother looking back. She was heading forward to where the camp had to be, at the base of the mountain. On the way, she tied her long hair in a bun and wrapped a bandana around her head, covering the brand on her forehead. With a grimace of disgust, she reached down and spread some mud over the lower parts of her black pants, making herself look more like a genuine traveler. She urged Primrose to walk alongside her so that the Pokémon would also get a little dirty. It didn't hurt for her to get some exercise after their journey, either. Travelers were supposed to be exhausted and not well-rested, after all.

<p>Jillian and Primrose went up a hill and they eventually saw the gathering of tents in an alley down the hill. The woman stretched one last time before she went on. It was time to get some information.
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