Alira
Galarian adventurer!
- Location
- Galar, Slumbering Weald
- Pronouns
- She/her
(Warning for mild spoilers for the semi-finals of the Galar Gym challenge! I'll make a thread for my ocs in fanfic discussion shortly that I'll link so you know what my trainer looks like, but I wanted to quickly post this! This is connected to my multichapter story that you can find right here!)
Alira watched Hop pace back and forth across the hotel floor, waiting for his brother to get there for dinner as the girl thought silently to herself, her pokemon mingling with Hop’s as they waited while out of their pokeballs.
She would be lying if she said her skin wasn’t still tingling from that fight, it had hardly been easy but she somehow beat Hop despite everything she was thinking. In the last show of the true capabilities of their pokemon partners dynamaxing, the ground shaking under Nova the Cinderace’s paws and Rillaboom’s feet as they fought.
But, there was also something else on her mind, after their two pokemon had dynamaxed and she was staring at Hop, an infectious gleam in her eyes as she gave Nova commands, for a few brief moments she wasn’t in the Wyndon stadium.
For a few moments, she flashed to being in a courtyard, attire more fitting of medieval royalty and hair in a loose and low ponytail, staring down Hop who wore attire like her own, but it somehow wasn’t quite him, and…
The two pokemon they were issuing commands to were the two strange dog ones they saw in the Slumbering Weald, but smaller and around the size of their boltunds. She had the one with the braids on each side of the head and he had the other one with the ponytail.
But the vision didn’t last long and soon she was back in the stadium, leaving her bewildered but not enough to throw off her game and, with a final max flare at the end of the time limit for Nova’s dynamax, Rillaboom was knocked out and she won.
Now, as she watched Hop pace, she wondered if he saw the same thing she did.
“Hey, Hops.” Her voice was soft like always, and she noted with fond amusement she briefly startled the boy as he jumped and turned to her. “Just, wondering, but, did you see...” Her face scrunched as she tried to figure out how to word it. “Anything weird for a moment during our battle in the stadium?”
“Weird? Well.” He paused, stopping pacing as he thought, and nodded. “Yeah, actually, how did you know?”
“Was it a weird flash of us in someplace different? Like, like a courtyard?” Her stammer became apparent with her nerves, hoping that he saw what she did.
“Yes! You were wearing some fancy royal battle dress and I was wearing something like a royal battle robe or something, and our pokemon were those weird ones we saw in Slumbering Weald!” He all but jumped up to her, excitement apparent as he realized she saw it too. “I thought it was just the dynamax energy messing with my head or something.”
Clearly not if we both saw it. Alira put a finger to her cheek in thought. “...Why would we have those pokemon as our battle partners?”
“Don’t know, it’s certainly weird for us to just suddenly see this sort of thing in the middle of a battle, especially one as energized as it was, I still remember that grin you had.” He petted his Boltund, Sparky he called it, as he thought aloud, eventually sending a grin at Alira which she readily returned.
“And I still remember that look you had. Sent shivers down my back out of sheer anticipation of the battle,” she retorted playfully as she crossed her arms. “It was only a few hours ago but I still feel the tingling of the dynamax energy.”
“You as well?” Hop’s eyebrows shot up, and he rubbed his arms. “Same.”
“...We, we need to go back to the weald, I,” her stutter became even more of an issue as Hop looked at her in surprise. “Yes I know I still need to battle Leon, but, I, I think if we went back we might be able to figure out what’s going on, and why we saw what he saw. There’s, there is NO way we just happened to see the exact same thing at the exact same time.”
“You’ve got a good point.” He hmm’d, like Leon did on occasion from what she knew of him, and she wondered if he knew he was doing that. “It most definitely would be a good idea to head back there when we can, see what’s going on and if our thoughts are correct.”
“Then it’s a plan my friend? After the match, let’s go back.” Alira held out a hand and Hop didn’t hesitate in taking it in his own.
“It’s a plan.” He grinned, and this scene felt extremely familiar to both of them, which with their eyes they acknowledged to each other.
The feelings in their hearts was that of anticipation and overwhelming, heartwarming familiarity.
Alira watched Hop pace back and forth across the hotel floor, waiting for his brother to get there for dinner as the girl thought silently to herself, her pokemon mingling with Hop’s as they waited while out of their pokeballs.
She would be lying if she said her skin wasn’t still tingling from that fight, it had hardly been easy but she somehow beat Hop despite everything she was thinking. In the last show of the true capabilities of their pokemon partners dynamaxing, the ground shaking under Nova the Cinderace’s paws and Rillaboom’s feet as they fought.
But, there was also something else on her mind, after their two pokemon had dynamaxed and she was staring at Hop, an infectious gleam in her eyes as she gave Nova commands, for a few brief moments she wasn’t in the Wyndon stadium.
For a few moments, she flashed to being in a courtyard, attire more fitting of medieval royalty and hair in a loose and low ponytail, staring down Hop who wore attire like her own, but it somehow wasn’t quite him, and…
The two pokemon they were issuing commands to were the two strange dog ones they saw in the Slumbering Weald, but smaller and around the size of their boltunds. She had the one with the braids on each side of the head and he had the other one with the ponytail.
But the vision didn’t last long and soon she was back in the stadium, leaving her bewildered but not enough to throw off her game and, with a final max flare at the end of the time limit for Nova’s dynamax, Rillaboom was knocked out and she won.
Now, as she watched Hop pace, she wondered if he saw the same thing she did.
“Hey, Hops.” Her voice was soft like always, and she noted with fond amusement she briefly startled the boy as he jumped and turned to her. “Just, wondering, but, did you see...” Her face scrunched as she tried to figure out how to word it. “Anything weird for a moment during our battle in the stadium?”
“Weird? Well.” He paused, stopping pacing as he thought, and nodded. “Yeah, actually, how did you know?”
“Was it a weird flash of us in someplace different? Like, like a courtyard?” Her stammer became apparent with her nerves, hoping that he saw what she did.
“Yes! You were wearing some fancy royal battle dress and I was wearing something like a royal battle robe or something, and our pokemon were those weird ones we saw in Slumbering Weald!” He all but jumped up to her, excitement apparent as he realized she saw it too. “I thought it was just the dynamax energy messing with my head or something.”
Clearly not if we both saw it. Alira put a finger to her cheek in thought. “...Why would we have those pokemon as our battle partners?”
“Don’t know, it’s certainly weird for us to just suddenly see this sort of thing in the middle of a battle, especially one as energized as it was, I still remember that grin you had.” He petted his Boltund, Sparky he called it, as he thought aloud, eventually sending a grin at Alira which she readily returned.
“And I still remember that look you had. Sent shivers down my back out of sheer anticipation of the battle,” she retorted playfully as she crossed her arms. “It was only a few hours ago but I still feel the tingling of the dynamax energy.”
“You as well?” Hop’s eyebrows shot up, and he rubbed his arms. “Same.”
“...We, we need to go back to the weald, I,” her stutter became even more of an issue as Hop looked at her in surprise. “Yes I know I still need to battle Leon, but, I, I think if we went back we might be able to figure out what’s going on, and why we saw what he saw. There’s, there is NO way we just happened to see the exact same thing at the exact same time.”
“You’ve got a good point.” He hmm’d, like Leon did on occasion from what she knew of him, and she wondered if he knew he was doing that. “It most definitely would be a good idea to head back there when we can, see what’s going on and if our thoughts are correct.”
“Then it’s a plan my friend? After the match, let’s go back.” Alira held out a hand and Hop didn’t hesitate in taking it in his own.
“It’s a plan.” He grinned, and this scene felt extremely familiar to both of them, which with their eyes they acknowledged to each other.
The feelings in their hearts was that of anticipation and overwhelming, heartwarming familiarity.
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