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It seemed there was little to see in the marsh. Just a pair of wild Quagsire, watching Odile with their heads tilted ever so slightly, mouths open and a vague sense of curiosity coming from them. Probably worth the trip anyway, just to see Quagsire.

A flash of fear shot through Irene's eyes before vanishing. She chuckled. "I mean come on, of course I'd know the names of the other trainers on the island. And not a lot of people would scream like that, it doesn't mean I know anything just cause I know her name-" Hemlock, who'd been studying...

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Irene shifted on her feet, trying to appear relaxed. She glanced between the two of them, then down at Roserade. Roserade had at least, relaxed a little bit now the the Aggron backed down. "My name is Irene," she relented. "This is Hemlock, but you can call her Roserade." Her eyes narrowed...

Irene stared between the assembled trainers, hand now clenched around her second pokeball and her other fist squeezed into a fist. At first they'd started asking questions but now that freaky Swoobat and Walter or whatever the gym leaders name was seemed to be getting into it and Steven just...

At the sight of all the freaky newcomers, Irene bristled. She dropped her hand casually to her side, where her other pokeball rested, but made no move for it. Despite her cool demeanor, her eyes sparked with frustration... and perhaps fear? Putting on a disaffected gaze, she surveyed everyone...

Roserade made a guttural hissing-like noise but didn't move to attack - she must have realized how outmatched she was. Irene looked up, eyes wide. Her expression quickly shifted, becoming cool and composed. She stood up, dusted herself off and stared evenly back at Steven. "First off, jeez...

The trail from the edge of the woods weaves through the brush and deeper into the woods. A few footprints can be seen, human ones. It appears someone was moving in a hurry... Away from the beach. They wind through the woods a short ways, the ground becoming drier as it gets further from the...

Just beyond the beach lies a secluded stretch of woods. The ground here is marshy and damp, and gnarled, curling trees wind through the brush. The air here is rather musty and its one of the few spots on the island most Pokémon (or people) wouldn't enjoy, save for the rare water or ground wild...