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Poliwag's attack was... well, it was a little underwhelming, after all the anxiety over jumping into the fray. She'd imagined the attacks she'd seen on TV, a huge jet of water blasting Fezandipiti away. But it didn't blast him anywhere. Instead, it brought him bearing down on them, the huge...

Jean fiddled with her mane for another anxious moment but then swallowed, nodding. Everyone was fighting, doing their best. Surely she could too? And she'd be really, really careful. Stay back. She straightened her back, trying to smile at Poliwag. "Okay, use... use Water Gun!"

Jean stared anxiously towards where the battle was going on. So others were fighting... and they seemed okay? Was it okay? "I'm... I want to help, but I can't fight," she said, ears flattening. "I don't have any Pokémon. And I'm supposed to breathe fire but... it just hurts." She shook her...

Jean looked between Kieran and the ogre, ears flattening, a growing knot in her stomach. What was she supposed to do? It was smarter to just go with the ogre, wasn't it? But then... what if something happened to Kieran and his Pokémon? "I'm sorry," she said, giving the ogre an anxious glance...

Jean grinned at Kieran's inspiring speech, pumping a fist along with his Pokémon, but the ogre's reaction (was it really the ogre?) was weird and had her hesitating, lowering her hand. They didn't want to fight...? She glanced unsurely back at Kieran. "Maybe we should go. My... my dad says...

"Oh! Is it yours? I found it at the festival." Jean extended her hand to give the crystal to them. "We're... We're trying to find the ogre. We want to help them." What exactly did they want to do to help them? Jean wasn't quite sure. Kieran had just said they should find them, and she'd followed...

Jean smiled at Poliwag, giving him a little pat as they walked along. The grass thickened quickly, becoming harder to walk in, and she fought to keep up. It was exciting, though. They didn't go out of the city all that much; some of the others' parents had invited her along on trips a few times...

Jean hesitated, but... But the crystal said to keep going. Probably it'd be okay? She waved unsurely at the Poliwag. "O-okay," she whispered back. She did feel better if they'd go around. Maybe they could just be really careful and sneaky. Maybe... She had to be brave. She couldn't leave him...

Jean ran after him, startled, a little anxious as she followed him up the path. Was he really strong enough, when they were up against the Loyal Three? You couldn't just go rushing in against someone much more powerful than you... There were figures up ahead. Ogerpon...? But before she could...

"Oh!" The young man who'd just joined them was claiming Fezandipiti sent him... but also that he'd asked them to help, when he hadn't. So he had to be trying to help them get past the guard, right...? Maybe he wasn't even sent by Fezandipiti? "Okay! Thank you!" She grinned under her mask...

Jean looked past the actor, ears perking hopefully. "What kind of situation?" Maybe something exciting was happening. A mysterious crystal guiding the way was just like something that'd happen in a story where it'd lead them right to the ogre, or to someone in danger that they were meant to...

Jean watched wide-eyed as the old man got up on stage, confirming what the boy had said - the ogre really was the good guy! But instead of being happy, the boy was angry. The man was his grandpa? Jean had never met her own grandparents, and her dad very rarely talked about them, but at least in...

Jean gave the boy a quick, apologetic glance before she stepped aside to snatch up the crystal. It sparkled in the lights of the festival. Ooh! It was beautiful! She turned it over in her hand as she quickly returned to the boy's side, snapping a quick photo of it as well. "Do you think someone...

Jean looked unsurely around in the commotion. "Wait!" she called after the boy as he went running off, but he was gone before she knew, disappeared into the chaotic crowd. Unsurely, she looked up at the stage. So the Loyal Three were real? She'd thought it was a legend, but legends were just...

Jean perked up. Oh! A twist! The misunderstood loner, hated and despised wrongly, framed for a crime they didn't commit! Or maybe they did it, but they were just defending themselves, or they did it by accident and feel really bad about it, but everyone acts like they're the bad guy. Because of...

"Paldea? I..." Jean had never heard of a place called Paldea... unless it was on a show? But that didn't make sense. Where was she, anyway? Would they have heard of her country? "No, I'm... from somewhere different," she said. She glanced back up at the stage, where they play was wrapping up...

Jean hesitated. The boy wasn't looking at her, which gave her a familiar pang of anxiety. But nobody else here seemed to do that, and he was apologizing at the same time... "Don't be sorry," she tried, smiling, although he probably couldn't see it beneath her mask. "Your Sentret's really cute...

Ooh! Jean knew you should never ever ever get close to a wild Pokémon that was trying to hide, and she wanted to go see the play, but she felt very detective-like for catching a peek at it. She wondered what sort of Pokémon it was as she hurried after the boy. A Psychic-type with black fur...

Jean gasped, fumbling with the camera while the food she was holding wobbled precariously on her other arm, and successfully managed to catch a slightly blurry photo of the levitating mochi. She looked around, peeking under the stall; were there any Psychic Pokémon anywhere? Jean turned towards...

Jean wasn't quite sure how she'd gotten here, all dressed up in a yukata with a camera hanging around her neck, but in the moment it was hard to worry about that too much. Lights! Chatter! People! Festival food! It had been months since she'd seen anything like it in person, what with... the...