(female pred)
Only one grass-patch into the route, and you've already nearly found yourself as a premium meal melting away in the belly of not one but two wild Pokemon. You managed to give the Pidgey the slip, but who knows how many more are perched on nearby trees. The Poochyena, on the other hand, is still an active threat, still staring you down, still only one lunge away from seizing you into his maw and beginning the process of converting you into a dog dropping. Even if you evade the Poochyena and whatever Pidgey are perched in wait, then what? Relative to your tiny size the route is about 20 times as long as it should be...are you really going to be able to walk all that way without resting? As much as it pains you to admit it, you're not equipped to handle even the most basic of Routes.
You weigh your options. The way back to Pallet Town is simply not an option, unless you want to walk right into the Poochyena's waiting maw. The glass containers the woman up ahead is toting give you a bad vibe. They look just about big enough to carry you, almost as if she's come prepared for exactly that purpose. With this in mind, you decide to head for the trainer that's currently busy taking notes at the far southeast corner of the route. A long patch of tall grass separates you from her, a patch you'll no doubt have to cross to get her attention.
You step towards the grass and take a deep breath before rushing forward, your body disappearing into the shady world beneath the grassblades' peaks. Another trek through what would otherwise be a lowly match of grass, but is now a forest ruled by giant creatures. As you make your way through the underbrush you hear a series of THUDs coming up ahead. For a moment you recoil in fear, worried that a Pokemon might be headed your way. But as the seconds tick by and no creature arrives, you realize it's far more likely that the noise came from the trainer, who is probably simply taking a seat.
You breathe a sigh of relief when you finally fight your way past the last line of grass and arrive in the small clearing where the trainer is, indeed, sitting down. The giant that lies before you seems to be an Ace Trainer clad in typical Johto attire, though around these parts they tend to be referred to as 'Cool Trainers' for some reason. As an Ace Trainer, she belongs to a class of trainers renowned for their experience and versatility. They have all the cockiness of a youngster, but typically have the experience to back it up. You can only hope she's experienced enough to have some idea as to how to help you. That is, assuming she wants to in the first place!
As fate would have it, this Ace Trainer happens to be named Quinn, though you couldn't possibly know that.
You eye the gigantic woman up and down as she remains focused on her notes. She wears a pair of formidable red tabi shoes and tall black socks that utterly tower over your tiny form. Huge though they are, they still leave you with a tantalizing view of the 20-something year old's legs. Above that are form-fitting short shorts, and tight ones at that. You can clearly make out the curves of her womanhood pressing against her attire. Higher still is her form-fitting red jacket, her bust obscured by the clipboard she holds. The air around her smells just a touch of sweat and sunscreen
At this distance, the dirt-caked treads of her tabi and the shear length of her towering tall-socks are particularly imposing. This is a girl who could crush you flat effortlessly, though perhaps not unknowingly. You hesitate at the sight of this imposing giantess. Is it really the best idea to get her attention? No, the alternative proves too risky for you to remain quiet. You call out to her, urgent to get her attention.
"uh...French, is that you? What's up?" She asks, lowering the clipboard and surveying her surroundings. "No...am I just hearing things? Probably just a wild Pokemon..."You continue calling out to her, trying to direct her attention down to the ground. It doesn't take long for her to figure out where the voice is coming from. "Ah! Oh...it's a tiny." She says, lifting her right hand up and holding a pencil against her cheek, looking at you with a mix of intrigue and excitement. She lowers the clipboard down to her lap and slaps a hand against her knee. " What's a matter little fella? You wanted to get my attention. Why don't you come over here?" She asks. pointing her pencil towards ground in front of her . You hesitate before stepping over towards her until your tiny form is right beside her tabi shoe clad feet . Looking up, you see her lowering her pencil down to the clipboard and securing it in place.
Before you an attempt to explain your plight to her, she suddenly lunges for you with her hand, the black fabric of her fingerless glove encroaching upon you just as swiftly as her fingers. She quickly grabs you, mashing you against her glove with her person-sized thumb. You squirm in her grip, but are unable to break free. "Ah, just when I thought hanging out here was going to be nothing but boring stuff, you happened to wander my way~ I never get why some of you tiny people just randomly get yourselves caught like that...maybe it's because you think I'm hot, huh?" She says, mashing her fingertip down more firmly.
You groan and plead for forgiveness. "Ah..don't worry about it short stuff. I have plenty of uses for ya." She grins as she looks you up and down. This can't be good. What sort of horrors might she have in store for you...?
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