<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/ed/27/51/ed27516883ac80f837d295342a58fc56.jpg)</div><strong> Name</strong>Erik Digger (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=327101.msg15657150#msg15657150)<br/><strong>Location</strong>A road, possibly headed in the right direction.<br/><strong>Pokémon in use</strong><acronym title="Litten">Kai</acronym><br/><strong>Tagging</strong>Open, Elizabetta<br/><hr/>The message had been an odd one. Who even had his phone number these days? He had become content with just spending time going on adventures with his Pokemon, and had stopped caring about badges. However, the offer did seem interesting enough to investigate.<br/><br/>Oh, right. Probably, his number was on some sort of registration somewhere.  He resolves himself to better pay attention when filling out forms; found the nearest town; and booked a ferry to get out to Kanto.<br/><br/>Fast forward a few days, and he's resting under a tree with a Litten, taking a break. The Litten is having itself an afternoon nap, as the human finished off a snack of Manju. Just as he was wiping his hands on the grass, doing his best to get rid of the residual stickiness, he saw an Empoleon seemingly dragging along a human. He rolled his eyes at the trainer's inability to get along with her Pokemon. "What do you think Kai?"<br/><br/>The Litten heard its name, and with a mighty yawn, and a big stretch, it looked at Erik with wide eyes. "Litten..?" The feline cast a glance at the penguin-like pokemon and the woman, and then hopped onto Erik's shoulder; swiped at the air playfully. "Okay."<br/><br/>The boy stood up, and began to walk forward. "You should probably listen to your Pokemon." He offered as he moved to join her on the road. He had Pokeballs on his belt, out in the open; the litten on his shoulder; and a banette plushie, also hanging off his belt, attached with a small chain. He was dressed head to toe in black...<br/><br/>Definitely a trainer. Yet, he wasn't insistent that they suddenly fight each other. How novel! "Where are you off to?" He asked the Empoleon, not the human. Such was his odd way.