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Tap. Tap. Tap.


That was the only noise that filled the rather large chamber of, no surprise, the writer of the Elites. Today was no different for her. No love songs to chime throughout the room, no romantic evening, no reason to leave the comfort of her chamber at all, for that matter. And that wasn’t too much of a disappointment for the typically introverted young novelette. All she needed was a pencil and paper to make this Valentine’s Day an exciting one. She decided to write a rather smutty excerpt in honor of the holiday, which, as stated before, wasn’t too different from any other day.

She held it out before her as she read it over, the only light being provided by her trusty clan of Litwick. They went about their merry little ways as she depended on their nondestructive flames. A smug grin as her eyes scanned to the very last paragraph, feeling awfully proud of herself to have written another steamy masterpiece. Short stories like these were never published, only illustrated through words on paper and locked away somewhere that others (particularly the other Elites) couldn’t find them. And so she proceeded to put it away in the drawer full of scribbles and other ramblings. She caught a glimpse of the last piece of paper she put in there before placing the newly written story on top of it.


Speaking of her fellow Elites.

The paper mentioned a certain one in particular. Shauntal’s face felt flushed instantly. He had been on her mind all day. What did he have planned for Valentine’s Day? She wasn’t even sure if he celebrated such a holiday, being that love was such a foreign concept to the man. She had decided earlier to just put the thoughts off and busy herself with writing, but it seemed as though she was unable to escape her own mind. And now, once again, he was the only thing on it.

Oh, how she wished he’d just come to her chamber, sweep her off her feet and celebrate the day of pure romance with her.



Speak of the devil. Again.

She quickly rose to her feet and took a swift turn to face the man she had just been fantasizing about at her door, at her door. Her heart was racing, and she was failing to hide the butterflies in her stomach. Her fingers frantically fidgeted together a few inches away from her chest.

"And what is it you’re inquiring, Grimsley?"

Somewhere on the other side of the room, he heard a sort of commotion as the soul he’d been seeking stirred somewhat frantically from her seat.. Though, he couldn’t pinpoint her location within the chamber while she sat still in the darkness, he was able to spot her figure as she moved to face him, and found that she resided at a writing desk placed not all that far away from him. As her attention turned to him, as did that of several tiny purple-hued light sources whose presences he hadn’t been aware of the moment before. He could only assume their notice of him made their flames glow brighter as some sort of reaction. 

"And what is it you’re inquiring, Grimsley?"

The man chuckled softly to himself before replying, aware of the fact that he had startled her. Shauntal always seemed to be startled by him, no matter how gentle his approach or how lit the area they were in. She had the demure of a Deerling, and, needless to say, it would never fail to amuse him.


"Oh, nothing too extravagant… I was just curious as to why any lovely, young thing such as yourself would be cooped up in her room on today," Grimsley smirked, replacing the broad smile that his face had just held with a much gentler one. "It seems like such a waste… A crime, even."

He took a few steps further into his college’s room and leaned up slightly against the wall, keeping the novella within his soft stare. The way which Shauntal tended to react to their normal communications was one thing, but he was anxious to hear her feedback when he spoke to her in such a sweet manner; it wasn’t something he ever went out of his way to do with her, for she’d always been very compliant of him without any need for it. But, now that he was wanting something from her, hopefully his tender tongue would bring even better results. He just had to be sure to keep his real intentions concealed… 

He would not lie to her. He would simply be vague.

"Or, something along those lines, anyways." He continued. "Moreso, I was wanting to present a solution for that certain situation…”


"How would you like it if I asked you to… go out with me today, Shauntal?”

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A certain Unovan Elite slowly paced through the halls of the living quarters that he and his colleagues shared, seeming somewhat troubled. A soft sigh rode upon his breath and his brows were firmly furrowed, occasionally quivering as if a bolt of frustration had struck.

“It seems I failed to think this through…”

What on Earth could be troubling the man on this day, of all days? Why, it was a holiday! It was Valntines Day, the annual celebration of romance, affection, and all-around sweet emotions. The big L word was the label of this occasion, but anyone who knew Grimsley knows that love was an idea that his mind was and always had been vacant of. And so, due to his lack of understanding or general concern for it, the number of clinging and cooing couples he saw if he stepped foot in any populated area jumping to a yearly high on the date was quite frankly an annoyance. But, that wasn’t the problem. He’d actually found his own method of enjoying the holiday. If Valentine’s Day was about love, then he’d toss his affections to the only creatures that he did greatly care for: his Pokémon; namely, a certain wine-colored feline who loved to be pampered…

And Grimsley loved to pamper her. He bought her gifts and spoiled her year-round as it was, but Valentine’s Day gave him an excuse to truly go all out. Duchess was the only lady he truly loved, after all, and so, he took advantage of the occasion every year and went on an absolute shopping spree for the finicky feline. As a matter of fact, every year he seemed to buy even more and more than the year before, as if trying to trump the previous year’s haul… but, he may have let his spending get a little too out of hand this time… And the truth of it was, he honestly had no idea how he was going to to transport it all back up here.

The ravenet let out yet another sigh as he stopped his walk to lean against a nearby wall. He’d been pondering the situation nearly all morning and had found no hope of a solution. If he had just another set of arms to assist him, then the crisis would be easily avoided, but, try as he might, he could think of no other person available to help. Everyone had their own holiday hassles to tend to. The Elite really seemed to be on his own with this, and truthfully, he was beginning to scorn himself for it… Why had he put himself in such a mess…?

Well, time is the life of love, after all! As the count of moments spent around someone you care for rises, as does the fondness that is felt for them! So, of course, it’s only natural that the love he felt for his most precious Pokemon had rose in a year’s time! A year contained a countless amount of moments to feed that adoration! And thus, he wished to display just how highly he adored her by showering her in gifts, and that shower being a stronger storm than any he had ever put on before! So of course he’d bought so much!

He just… couldn’t carry it all himself.

As hopeless as it may seem, Grimsley continued to wander through the halls in deep thought. His eyes seemed to trace the tiles of the floor as he walked, but truthfully, he was looking at nothing in particular, lost in his subconscious. That is, until the area around him become notably darker; dark enough that he grabbed his attention, regardless of how lost in thought he had been. The man brought his gaze up, expecting to see himself have wandered back into his own wing—which was rather void of light due to his own preference—but it was not. What other of the four of them besides himself would keep their area so gloomy…?


It was a question he easily knew the answer to. He was a aware of just which of his colleague’s rooms he’d wandered close to… And he knew that—regardless of the fact that nearly every other soul would be out and about— she would still be present in her room on this day.

“… … …”


…How terrible.

Oh, and terrible it was, the ploy that Grimsley devised in that instant. Of course Shauntal would be present in her chambers… And of course she would agree to hear him out. He was well aware of the girl’s fondness for him. Her modesty did a poor job of concealing it, and yet it also had kept them strictly chaste. Even so, that didn’t mean that he wished to take advantage of her—by any methods. He was not a man of that nature. He would truly appreciate her assistance, and after his primary task was dealt with, would thank her properly by granting whatever wish she had. Giving her the opportunity to actually experience this holiday would be a worthy thanks, if he did say so himself. He just had to get her to agree to help him, first.

His mind made up, Grimsley continued down the hall way to set the plan into motion. He paused when he reached a door at the end of hall, behind of which was the writer’s chamber. It was open ever so slightly. The ravenet placed his hand upon it and knocked a couple of times, the force causing it to open a little further.

“Shauntal? The man called as he gave the ajar door a soft shove, his arising voice a warm and smooth croon as he attempted to make himself sound as pleasant to the ears inside as could be; it was a sweet coverture in comparison to the silence that had just filled the area, to such an extent that it pleased even himself. The single word’s sound questioned the girl’s location. He knew that she was, of course, present somewhere within the darkness of the chamber, but as for just where, he did not know, and he would not allow himself to waltz in and find out on his own. Entry without invitation was not a practice he followed, and so, instead, he hovered at the now open door, an expression present upon his face that properly mimicked the allure of his voice as he gazed into the haze of his colleague’s chamber. The brightness of his eyes successfully shone through the seemingly impermeable air, their color only highlighted by the lack of light around him. 


"I have… a question for you.”

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