[The pokemon centers are great places for social gatherings. All trainers need to stop there for rest and healing, and they're usually the most iconic landmarks in any given town, making it easy for friends traveling down different routes to meet up fast. However, there's one girl here that isn't using this stop to be friendly; Amity has what looks like half a shelf's worth of library books spread out on one of the tables in the lobby, all tabbed and open to different pages. It looks like she's studying up on battling, and looks from one book to another as she jots some notes down on a small pad.
Despite her focus on her work, occasionally she'll pull a small treat out from a bag propped up in her clutter, leaning down and feeding the nidoran napping at her feet.]
Water washes away fire. Fire melts ice. Ice kills plantlife in winter. Grass...
[Hm. Seems like she's studying type advantages?]
[B; Any Random Route]
[Training pokemon is hard. Training pokemon who have vastly different personalities is harder. Take Amity's pokemon, for instance; Otabin the Nidoran was a good boy. Eager to fight and play and happy to listen to her orders. He was more than just her pokemon; he was a friend. A companion that Amity might say she even loved.
On the other side of the coin, however...]
Abomination, rise!
[In front of her is a Grimer. A normal old grimer, burbling and grumbling and hunched over in a slimy purple mound. Amity holds her hand up, like one might do when teaching a dog to stand on its hind legs, but the blob just. lays there.]
I said, rise!
[... No dice. The grimer seems to sink even lower to the ground, now resembling a very toxic puddle.]
Ugh, why won't you listen????
[C; Wildcard]
[Open prompt! Throw anything at me! If you wanna toss some ideas around beforehand, feel free to message me at OwlKnight!]
Amity Blight | The Owl House
[The pokemon centers are great places for social gatherings. All trainers need to stop there for rest and healing, and they're usually the most iconic landmarks in any given town, making it easy for friends traveling down different routes to meet up fast. However, there's one girl here that isn't using this stop to be friendly; Amity has what looks like half a shelf's worth of library books spread out on one of the tables in the lobby, all tabbed and open to different pages. It looks like she's studying up on battling, and looks from one book to another as she jots some notes down on a small pad.
Despite her focus on her work, occasionally she'll pull a small treat out from a bag propped up in her clutter, leaning down and feeding the nidoran napping at her feet.]
Water washes away fire. Fire melts ice. Ice kills plantlife in winter. Grass...
[Hm. Seems like she's studying type advantages?]
[B; Any Random Route]
[Training pokemon is hard. Training pokemon who have vastly different personalities is harder. Take Amity's pokemon, for instance; Otabin the Nidoran was a good boy. Eager to fight and play and happy to listen to her orders. He was more than just her pokemon; he was a friend. A companion that Amity might say she even loved.
On the other side of the coin, however...]
Abomination, rise!
[In front of her is a Grimer. A normal old grimer, burbling and grumbling and hunched over in a slimy purple mound. Amity holds her hand up, like one might do when teaching a dog to stand on its hind legs, but the blob just. lays there.]
I said, rise!
[... No dice. The grimer seems to sink even lower to the ground, now resembling a very toxic puddle.]
Ugh, why won't you listen????
[C; Wildcard]
[Open prompt! Throw anything at me! If you wanna toss some ideas around beforehand, feel free to message me at