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 Not Your Typical Fairy Tale, Dorian Chevalier
An inch of nothing for your soul.
14
POSTS
Unova REGION

age
33
played by
Sif
Nov 11 2017, 06:36 AM


The campfire was cold, ashes scattered and lost in the wind. Water dripped ominously into a lake deeper within the grotto. Near, far, Sharpe couldn’t tell—the way sounds echoed in the cavern obscured all spatial sense. Kojak’s serious face beside her questioned their purpose. ”No one's here, buddy,” she told him. She stood and glanced around, then added, ”But they'll be back."

A few meters away was a small stack of papers weighed down by a rock. She rifled through it mindlessly and decided, without really seeing what they were, that they were irrelevant. Next to the papers was a thick (and heavy) book, a compendium of known type dualities in Pokémon (she knew as much as it was titled “A Compendium of Known Type Dualities in Pokémon”). Inconclusive, but boring enough that it might belong to (she had to flip her small notepad open and remind herself) Dorian Chevalier.

She tossed the book back on the ground approximately where she had found it and returned to her motorcycle (one of her favorite perks of working at the police department) that she had left just a few meters away from the grotto’s entrance. Kojak stayed behind at the cave, knowing that, unlike the department town cars, Kojak couldn’t ride on the sportsbike with Sharpe.

The bike was dirty, peppered with dust and the occasional streak of mud. A day ago, Sharpe could have seen her reflection crisp upon the black metallic surface, a prime example of an officer of the Nimbasa P.D. with her black trousers and coat, white shirt, and black tie (the city uniforms were at least preferable to the more provincial blue uniforms she had seen in Mistralton). Now, it looked as travel-worn as Sharpe felt, except at least the bike could go to a charging station and keep chugging away.

From the tank bag, she retrieved a map and written directions from the Mistralton P.D. official with whom she had spoken over the phone. Mr. Chevalier was known to be in the Mistralton area (his public social media accounts placed him at Celestial Tower for reasons Sharpe really didn’t give a shit about), and this grotto was their best guess for where he had gone next. Normally, Sharpe wouldn’t have had to come out here herself to get a hold of a person of interest, but the officers in Mistralton had their hands full with whatever-the-hell was happening at Chargestone Cave.

If she followed the directions properly, she was at a grotto located somewhere in the woods between Mistralton City and Celestial Tower, but she gleaned no further information from the map or the directions. With a sigh, she stuffed the contents back into the bag and returned to Kojak with a water bottle and a small paperback that she had picked up at a charging station in Mistralton.

With her back against a damp, mossy wall, well within the shade of the grotto against the high noon sun, and Kojak sleeping beneath her legs, Sharpe read her novel, a rather terrible blend of sci-fi and romance that was uniquely written from the perspective of the Pokémon that the protagonists collected. Still, it was better than reading “A Compendium of Whatever” while she waited for whomever had made camp within the grotto.


LORD OF THE BUTTERFLIES
29
POSTS
Unova REGION

age
31
played by
Taylor
Nov 13 2017, 06:25 PM


Field work is his favourite kind of work. It could be dangerous, and some of his colleagues would insist it was better left up to experienced trainers, those who chose to battle with their pokemon more than they studied them, but to Dorian, there's nothing more rewarding than the quiet thrill of personal experience. Watching an eevee evolve into an umbreon under the comforting light of the moon, or laying in a field of Kalosian flowers and watching the vivillon flutter by.

It's what he lives for.

After having paid his respects to the fallen at the Celestial Tower, ringing the bell to comfort both the spirits of his own fallen friends and those of others, he'd decided to spend a night under the stars.

His tent resembled that night sky long after the sun had risen to cast its glow over the campsite, blue fabric dotted with thousands of tiny stars. It's easy to spot even from quite a ways off, and he heads back toward it at a leisurely pace with Joli and Glacé trotting at his heels. While Joli was rarely kept in his pokeball, on account of being a certified support pokemon, Glacé had appreciated the chance to stretch her legs, and they'd taken a nice morning walk around the picturesque grotto. His camera hangs around his neck; he'd gotten some fantastic pictures for Snap that he couldn't wait to post.

When he returns to his campsite, he finds that it's not as abandoned as he'd left it, and blue eyes flick from the growlithe to the woman sitting against the cave wall with a book in her hand.

"Oh, hello!" he says, quite pleasantly, before he notices the uniform and knows a brief spark of trepidation. An officer? Was this area off-limits, or something? Oh, dear. He swallows down his anxiety. The idea that she could be here for him, specifically, doesn't even cross his mind as he smiles at her in spite of his knotted stomach. "I didn't know anyone else was in the area."


An inch of nothing for your soul.
14
POSTS
Unova REGION

age
33
played by
Sif
Nov 14 2017, 05:56 PM


The novella was boring her to pieces. She was in the middle of reading a paragraph for the fifth time when the man finally showed up. Kojak stirred beneath her legs before he spoke, signaling for Sharpe to toss the book aside and stand. She dusted herself off as he greeted her, adjusted her belt, then proceeded to ignore whatever attempt he had made at small-talk.

”Are you Mr. Dorian Chevalier?” she asked, looking him up-and-down as Kojak did the same to his Pokémon. He certainly looked like the Mr. Pretty Boy that the officers at Mistralton called him. Two Pokémon were with him, slightly bigger than Kojak. Her instincts kicked in as she scanned them to make sure they weren’t stolen (part of her always hated the trainers who kept their Pokémon out of their pokéballs as it always made her job slightly more difficult).

”Officer Sharpe, Nimbasa P.D.,” she said brusquely, flashing him her badge that was clipped to her belt. ”I’d like to ask you a few questions. If you need a few moments to set your things down or put your Pokémon away—” she glanced pointedly at his Pokémon, ”—I can wait.” Sharpe wasn’t known to be an “accommodating” investigator in her home district, but she got the job done well enough that they kept her around.

Still, even she knew that she was being a hardcase. He wasn’t a suspect in her investigation, so she had no reason to believe that he would use his Pokémon against her, but it wouldn’t have been the first time someone surprised her. All the rookies learned about the officer that let a suspect get away because of some small, seemingly insignificant oversight, and while it wasn't a crime to have your Pokémon out, it was almost a tradition to ask the Pokémon to be put away. And besides, the novella had really irritated her.


LORD OF THE BUTTERFLIES
29
POSTS
Unova REGION

age
31
played by
Taylor
Nov 15 2017, 01:32 AM


He blinks when she addresses him by name, the knot in his stomach pulling tighter as his smile brightens in contrast. "Why, yes, I am," he confirms, without any of the hesitation he would have sorely loved to indulge. But she's an officer of the law, and he always tries to stay on the right side of the tracks. "Is there anything I can help you with, ma'am?"

There is, apparently: she flashes her badge, and he looks at it with a nod. He hadn't thought to doubt her, something which he scolds himself for internally. Criminal activity has been on the rise in other regions—like many, he'd heard about the goings-on in Saffron city—and he should really be more careful about taking people at their word. Her badge looks legitimate, not that he could necessarily spot a good fake, and so he puts his brief flash of paranoia to rest.

Joli presses against Dorian's calf when the officer looks down at him, ribbons curling protectively around his trainer's fingers.

Dorian's lip twitches. "Would you like me to? They're perfectly well-behaved, unless—are they permitted out of their balls in this area? I never saw any signs..." It's polite, as opposed to challenging. He was excited when he'd arrived at the grotto, and they may have slipped his notice. After a beat, he realises it might come across as being difficult, and he smiles again. It's nervous, this time, and fades quick. "But, if it would make you most comfortable, I can. It's not a problem."

He rubs at Joli's feelers reassuringly, knowing that his protective pokemon can sense his anxiety. He'd gotten the sylveon years ago, a licensed support pokemon recommended to him by his therapist, and the fairy-type had stuck to him like glue since the beginning. Dorian could make a fuss, pull the papers out of his bag and argue his right to keep his partner at his side, but he simply sets his bag on the ground beside him and looks questioningly at the officer.


An inch of nothing for your soul.
14
POSTS
Unova REGION

age
33
played by
Sif
Nov 15 2017, 04:19 AM


Sharpe eyed him coolly, determined not to let her guard down despite his ostensible submission. Kojak hadn’t sensed any hostility from the pair of Pokémon that accompanied Mr. Chevalier, so he sat at attention beside her, his eyes intent on the man in just the way she had trained him.

”If you can think of a better way to assure me that they don’t impede in my investigation, I’m all ears,” she answered wryly. Having Pokémon out was, in the eyes of a police officer, akin to having one’s gun out, except not everyone had the same safety training—hell, it was like having guns manufactured by Nature. Whereas all guns had safeties that you could click on or off, Pokémon only had the good intentions of their trainers keeping them in check.

Of course, she could have been polite about the whole thing, but that argument never worked, not when the social workers tried to make her more adoptable, and certainly not now.

More than that, she was already disappointed by her first impression of him: whereas others may have seen caution and due deference, she only saw his noncommittal response. In or out, but don’t waste my time, she wanted to tell him, as if her choice of words and tone from before weren’t enough.

”I will add, Mr. Chevalier, that you are not under suspicion at this time. I hope you can keep that in mind moving forward,” she said, following protocol only as much as was needed.

While he made his decision, she withdrew a small, worn pen and notepad from her jacket. She flipped through the notepad, found a page that had a shopping list (mostly for booze, but there was at least one vegetable that probably wasn’t for mixing cocktails) and a small drawing of Kojak, reminded herself to tear out that entry in case her superior officer needed her notes, and found a blank page.

She scribbled down the date, time, and location, taking her time as her penmanship was probably the only thing she ever got praise for in high school. She enjoyed this part of the investigations: for some reason, people were uncomfortable around officers (or maybe it was just her, but Sharpe was certain she didn't care) when they were standing around writing mysterious crap. It was like showing up to a restaurant and pretending to be a food critic; the staff paid much more attention to you, and the subversion alone made the experience worthwhile.


LORD OF THE BUTTERFLIES
29
POSTS
Unova REGION

age
31
played by
Taylor
Nov 15 2017, 02:13 PM


Were he a more combative person, he might've rolled his eyes. Instead, Dorian's lip twitches with a resigned half-smile, and he pulls a pink love ball from his belt and crouches down next to Joli. The sylveon looks up at him with his big blue eyes, then touches his nose to his trainer's before nudging the ball himself and being swallowed by the bright light.

Glace, on the other hand, was not in the mood to be cooperative. Her only response to the premier ball was to lift her chin defiantly, and if she were human, she might have sniffed at him.

"Come on, darling, don't be difficult," he soothes, stroking the ninetales' elegant mane. He can see that she's not going to play nice on her own, and so he kisses the top of her head before pressing the button on the ball. "I'll let you out again later, I promise."

With his pokemon safely out of the officer's sight, he straightens back up and brushes a fallen leaf from his jeans.

"All right," he says, and there's no trace of resentment in his tone; she's only doing her job, and for all he knew, she'd dealt with a lot of aggressive trainers in the past. She wasn't the most pleasant woman, but she wasn't harassing him, either, so he defaults to kindness. "What can I help you with?"


An inch of nothing for your soul.
14
POSTS
Unova REGION

age
33
played by
Sif
Nov 16 2017, 01:23 AM


Sharpe had to restrain the urge to scoff at the disgusting levels of affection on display. I can’t believe I rode out here for this bullshit, she thought, her mind already fast-forwarding through the day as she thought about the ice cream shop that she had wanted to visit in Mistralton.

When he finished the sickening exchange with his exotic-looking ninetales, she donned a professional expression and began by pulling an image from her jacket. ”Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Chevalier,” she said curtly before adding, ”Can you identify the Pokémon in this image?”

She handed him a picture from a polaroid, recently developed, depicting a young girl in her pre-teens with her arms outstretched, palms facing up as a comfey (slightly blurred as a result of its movements) danced in the space above them. Her name was, well, irrelevant, but she was the third victim of what could potentially be a serial pokénapper.

The lab nerds had thrown statistics at her that seemed to suggest as much, though Sharpe was having difficulties profiling the criminal. After being convinced that the little girl had not simply misplaced the Pokémon (it was a tiny little thing, it wouldn’t be the first time a careless kid accidentally crushed their Pokémon), all she could gather was that three comfey had been reported missing in Nimbasa over a span of five years.

Comfey were fairly rare in Nimbasa, rare enough that the department had only one page of information on the species. For three to go missing, according to the lab nerds, was statistically impossible (or near impossible, they never spoke in absolute terms, which was obviously meant to annoy her).

Further investigation revealed that a total of nine comfey had disappeared in Nimbasa and three neighboring cities, and suddenly Sharpe had to pay more attention to the case of the little girl with rich parents who lost her comfey while walking with it through the park.

That left Sharpe with two options, the way she saw it: either the comfey had a behavioral quirk that wasn’t known to them, or there was a serial pokénapper. Either way, Sharpe didn’t care—in a week, the little girl’s parents would buy her another Pokémon, perhaps one that couldn’t be mistaken for a hairtie, and another, more pressing case would fall in her lap.

”What can you tell be about the Pokémon?” she asked. ”Please note that any and all information will be useful, no matter how insignificant it seems,” she added routinely, barely hiding the disinterest in her voice.


LORD OF THE BUTTERFLIES
29
POSTS
Unova REGION

age
31
played by
Taylor
Nov 20 2017, 09:48 PM


Nodding in response to the officer's cursory thanks, he accepts the polaroid from her and studies it with a small frown playing the edge of his lips. He recognizes it right away, tells her, "That's a comfey," without so much as hesitating. "Native to Alola, comes from the jungle out there."

It was a tiny little thing, a pokemon he'd always found positively adorable, but he'd yet to acquire one of his own. Still, he'd spent some time studying it during a trip to Alola, and there was something about this one that gave him pause. He continues to study the picture even after identification of the little fairy-type, struggling to put his finger on why it unsettled him so.

There was something off about it.

Sharpe prods him further, and Dorian looks up.

"The flowers around the pokemon aren't actually a part of its biology," he starts, and maybe she knows that, but she'd asked him what he knew of it and he was happy to oblige. "It picks them and attaches them to the little vine, it's sort of hard to see in this photo—" He holds up the polaroid and gestures to the blurred shape of the fairy, where its vine could just barely be identified by a trained eye. "They secrete an oil that's got excellent healing and aromatic properties, and it rubs off on the flowers, so a lot of people keep them for that reason. They're also popular in the medical field, but I doubt any respectable Pokemon Center would feel the need to steal one."

He looks back down at the photo, the frown returning with a furrow to his brow. He doesn't want to admit that it troubles him; she might think he's just being silly, or perhaps not as good of a researcher as he's made out to be. But he's certain there's something wrong, and he blinks in surprise a moment later.

"Wait," he says, realizing that the blur didn't quite match up with the regular movement patterns of a comfey. "This... I don't think this is a comfey at all."

He looks up at Officer Sharpe and tilts his head. "Have you ever dealt with Ditto before?"


An inch of nothing for your soul.
14
POSTS
Unova REGION

age
33
played by
Sif
Nov 26 2017, 04:22 AM


Positive ident, COMFEY, Sharpe scribbled in her notepad as Mr. Chevalier verified what she had already learned about the Pokémon. Its Alolan heritage made it a relatively rare Pokémon in Nimbasa, which proved advantageous when she queried the database for relevant cases. It was obvious that her information was incomplete, however, as Mr. Chevalier continued.

”Is that so?” she asked. Flowers not biological, hold medical value, she wrote, greatly summarizing his words. Her attention was piqued, but she maintained a professional distance to encourage him to find his own conclusions about the picture (mainly because she had none, herself).

Check pokécenter suppliers, she added in the margins of her notepad. When he kept examining the photo in focused silence, she added, Evidence from old cas.... She drew furious circles in the paper to get her ink running, wasn’t successful, and was about to conclude the interview, saying, ”Alright, Mr. Chevalier, if that is all—“

He backpedaled on the identification of the Pokémon and seemed to suggest that the Pokémon was a ditto. Sharpe smiled tiredly. ”Hm, yes,” she confirmed warily. ”Do you suspect this to be a ditto transformed into a comfey? How can you be sure?”

Pokémon forging rings involving ditto were well-documented, primarily because they were unsustainable. Ditto could not be trained well enough to maintain their transformations for longer than a few hours and required close trainer supervision. Criminals using ditto to steal Pokémon was like guessing someone’s password—it required personal knowledge (indeed, the criminals were often known to the victim in these thefts) and a large amount of luck.

In short, his suggestion that the comfey was a ditto was laughable, and even if she still had ink left in her pen, she wouldn’t have made a note of it.

”You must be mistaken,” she said. ”This Pokémon was purchased legally; its paperwork all checked out.” The Pokémon in question had come from one of the field offices of The Pokémon Connection, a Pokémon store that specialized in “exotic” Pokémon. They made hundreds of thousands of sales per year, and there was no indication that they were anything but legal.


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