Nicholas
The few days where Marsha would get to experience being a normal kid where fun, sitting in front of a television and eating icy pops until her mouth stained red. Those were times when everything would stand still, almost like static when one of her friends accidentally crashed into the tv; making it show nothing but grainy lines.

She sometimes wondered what was in store for her when the near future would greet her, but in the end it was the same old. Something Marsha did would bite her soon, but not as soon as now. Time was a scary and fickle thing, and she didn't want to know what it was hiding. Her aura seems to agree, and tenses up.

"It really is a shame such expectations are put on us..", she pets her volcarona, "But speaking of the league and my type specialization, I don't actually have one. Many of my colleagues don't, its generally not encouraged", the Stiviorian league sneered at monotype teams unless the trainer was made of nothing but skill; her brother had it hard, but pulled through with his type coverage and nasty tricks, "The league wants to give the challengers a hard time, so most of the mason bosses can have any type of of pokemon they want", it was a bit of a hard concept for her to grasp, a team with one type throughout every pokemon? There was a large hole in which someone can easily exploit with only one or two pokemon, why did they do that sort of thing? It boggled her as a Stiviorian native.
Deanna
```Special... But to what extent?```

There was a time Will had regrets, great regrets and shame that he'd rather forget than whining about what he's done in the past: his actions were merely made out of ignorance and primitiveness: after all, he was only eight years old when he first started his misdeeds. But in a way he was happy he came to the conclusion that what he has done in his life was wrong, he was glad he changed to be a better person.

Indeed the future was something anyone would like to know: hence why Will wouldn't talk about that special skill of him to anyone, even his closest friends. He despised time, he despised that there'll be a moment where everything he has done to get better will just vanish into nothing but ashes of the past. What was even the purpose of changing if your efforts will, one day, reduced to nothing? *Perhaps, perhaps... Perhaps it was just to leave a better memory engraved into people's mind, and maybe one day, when you are gone, they'll talk about you to other entities, and perhaps, these entities will talk about you and so on*... Memories where something time couldn't get rid off as easily as it got rid off a poor soul.

He listened closely at the other's answer, nodding a little as she spoke. That was true, such high expectations, as if they were nothing but items to use whenever they desired to accomplish anything evil. He knew just too well what could happen.

He kept on listening to the woman as she started to answer his questions, deciding to settle down against the tree that was to his right, crossing his legs as he sat down on the ground. 
"Mmmh... No type speciality? My, that is quite unusual, if anything, this is a first to me, but I respect that and I can understand why it sounds odd to you. In the Johto's region we are quite familiar with monotype teams, in fact, even the champion *Tried* To have a monotype team." He spoke as he referred to Lance, chuckling a little at the thought of him. Him and his 3 Dragonites, he didn't understand him.
Nicholas
Someone once pulled a prank on the psychic as a child, pulling away their food and leaving them with just an empty plate. In a similar view, Marsha wouldn't struggle about things if she didn't remember the things she was supposed to struggle about, unhealthy but effective; can't suffer from your existential thoughts if you don't think at all.

It was a pile of screaming slop that piled on the ground behind her back, always growing with every step she takes. But the tide hasn't reached her, at least not yet; and the vacation was certainly helping, especially with the special psychic fate decided to throw at her.

"Mhm... I've heard most regions tend to go monotype, it does make remembering elite four members easier so I guess that's a... Good thing", she giggles at the mention of Lance,"Ah yes, his three dragonites. Its quite funny how kanto and johto have near to no dragon types. A bit food for thought how this Lance thought of being a dragon trainer with... Three of the same pokemon."

"Time never seems to let that silly team past trainers, always a reoccuring joke. A bit cruel and humorous, I gotta say"