Mission writing

“Is everyone ready?” Asked Cameron coming out from having changed her clothes. She wore now an extremely fancy Kimono, and her normal masqurain mask was replaced with one of an Armaldo, feathers hanging from the edges of the mask, and framing what could be seen of her sun-tanned face. Her dark curls mingling with the feathers, and had even more feathers tied to them. Sunshine the Joltik went up to her trainer with a thin white ribbon in her mouth. “Ah… you need help?” She knelt down and tied it around the small pokemon’s torso, into a delicate bow. Sunshine chirped happily and Crawled up to Her trainer’s shoulder. Zilla and Morina were squeaking to each other, Zilla with a clip-on bow tie, and Morina wearing a bonnet, one ear sticking out oddly from underneath. Katrina ran all over the place excitedly, Wearing an illusion of a Kirlia, which was sloppy, and horribly done, however, it was a good start for something so young. Francis had ribbon draped all over his back, poking out of his shell. It looked like Morina had struck again! Cameron smiled at the Group who had wanted to tag along with her, making a move toward the door, scooping up her slow shuckle as she went. “Are you ready? Tonight will be one to remember.” The Pokemon let out some cries of happiness. “Let’s go!!” Said Morina, Bonnet floppy. “Go go go!!” Twirled the Kirlia illusion before dropping and showing the Zorua for what she really was. A friend came to pick them up on a Rapidash pulled cart, to take them to the city’s festivities.

“When will it start?” asked Morina with a yawn. The pokemon were perched on a roof, looking down at the city streets. “I think this may have been a bad Idea.” Said Fluffzilla. “I didn’t know this was a visual thing.” She continued with a frown. “There should be music too.” Said Francis, looking down toward the crowded streets. “I see our trainer!” said Katrina. “Right there!” “Katrina, that’s an ice cream man…” Muttered  Francis. “He sounds tasty, is he really made of ice cream?” “No…. No he’s not…” Said Francis with a sigh. “Look! It’s starting!” said Morina. Just as she said this, the parade started to round a corner into sight. “I can barely make anything out from up here…” Said Francis, squinting.  From what the group could see however, was that is was quite exotic, every pokemon had a vivid flowing outfit, and of course there were loud cheers when the Kecleon’s float came around. They not only had their unique patters, but had changed into bright flashy colors. They didn’t even need to wear a mask, they just colored their face to match. It was around then when a loud ruckus came from down at the floats. “What’s that?” asked Katrina. A loud cry of “ME KING GRIMLOCK WILL BE IN PARADE” carried among the trumpets and tubas, and Francis started sweating a bit. “Grimlock. That’s what. Aka, an overly enthusiastic Tyrunt.” He said, hanging his head. “He’s nice but… Well, I think you can hear.” “I met him too!” said Morina. “He’s fun!” When the parade had fully passed by, Cameron came up to the roof to Collect her pokemon. “Did you all have fun? Sunshine needs to go home now, she’d had enough for today.” The group of pokemon cheered, and Katrina rushed into her trainer’s arms and promptly fell asleep. Cameron chuckled. “I agree. Today has been tiring.” She escorted her pokemon back home, and made sure they were all taken care of before heading to her own room.

As she gazed out the window, The moonlight fell onto the tombstone of her grandmother. She slowly frowned. “I wish you could have been there today…” She said gently, then blinked as Sunshine crawled out from her sleeve. The Joltik looked up at Cameron with those four teal eyes. The amount of sadness and empathy in those eyes was overwhelming. she scooped her up and held her close. “Thank you for being here, Sunshine. Thank you…” She gently placed the Joltik back on the sill. “Don’t get me wrong though… today was definitely something to celebrate.” Sunshine nuzzled against Cameron’s hand as the sun gently started to rise on the horizon. Cameron fell asleep with her cheek pressed up against the window, dreaming of the day she wished she could have had.