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Halloween sure is Thriller Season, can't deny that! It fits in with the spoops XD As for me:

If you may allow me to ask a bit, and this might not qualify for this thread, and my apologies if so: 1) What regions are allowed as our start? Is it Galar-locked or can we come from anywhere? Also, assuming only canon regions and towns can be origins? 2) Can one start as a new trainer or not? Since I assume the handing out of Starter Pokemon may be a big plot event, I just want to make sure if being a new trainer would be something you'd prefer not to have.

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The Rumor by the Lake Late night shifts in the construction site were the worst, especially if you’re the one managing the crane. For one, it’s the dead of night, and depending on the moon that may make visibility easier, or harder. It’s been more than once that you’ve narrowly avoided swinging the crane right into the side of one of the trucks because no moon means everything is black save for right in front of you thanks to the crane’s headlights. The second reason is that since you’re operating the huge machine that takes ages to shut off, and then get down from, by the tie you’re ready to check out, everyone else already has, leaving you alone. On top of that, it’s the middle of August, and that extra gear needed for safety does nothing to make it any cooler for you. However, there is one thing that might make this night in particular worth the heat, the danger, and the loneliness… The rumor. The rumor spread along your colleagues at the site. Theory goes that some who choose to go over to the other side of the lake will find an absolute bombshell of a girl in the loosest of tank tops drinking, without a care in the world of how she looks, or what someone wants to do with her. It's said that if you say the right things, who knows what she'll d with you. You hear it all the time among the night shift workers: “You have no idea; her rack is HUGE. Like one of those college girls that love to party and bang. Looks and acts like one at least.” “You telling me? I copped a feel of one of those, they are firm I tell you.” “That’s nothing boys, I got to suck on hers, and she sucked on mine as well~ Really helped me unwind! Never thought I’d get some girl on girl action in my life, but she was surprisingly up for it!” After hearing this for some time, curiosity would undoubtedly settle in. Tonight you decided was the night you’d find out for yourself how true this was. So you took the journey to the other side of the lake after your shift. Sure enough, there she was, seemingly three cans in, soon to be four as she opened the next one. You try to explain to her that this isn't the place for her to be drinking, but before you can even utter a word, she speaks. “Yo. One of the workers of the site I’m gonna guess? You sure are later than the others. Name's Jenn by the way. Bet you’re thirsty right?” She hands you the can she was about to drink, while pulling another one out of her bag. She cracks it open, raises it to you, and says “Cheers.” Before going quick to town on downing it all as fast as she can. As you raise your beer to drink, you get a good look at her, and find that the stories were right. She really did seem a college girl built for, and wanting to kick back in whatever way possible. The sweat from the hot summer night seemed to shine and go down her in a way that made her look even better. Stunning red eyes, a soft neck, that deep cleavage from those quite massive breasts, shining from the sweat. A flat abdomen, the only curves coming from her hips that could only conclude in a large ass. You couldn’t see that but the imagination somehow made it even better. The only thing to knock you out of your stupor was her snicker and voice ringing into your ears. “So…not that I don’t like people looking at me, but if you don’t focus back on your beer, all of it is gonna spill.” You look down to see that your beer was forming a wasteful puddle right at your feet. She simply smiles and takes your beer, giving you a new one while she downs the rest of the can for you. “Might as well talk, or else you’re just gonna look and spill more. So, how come you’re here?” With that you explained your life to her, and how it is you came to have this job. For having downed now six cans of beer, she sure was attentive. She made comments, she laughed at the funny moments, waved off the sad ones, as if ushering you to move past it. By the time you finished your tale, she had gone through eight cans now, and you through two. "Huh, interesting story. Personally I've had a helluva a more carefree life then you. Hm? By that look, I guess you're wondering what is a gal like me doing around here? Well, if you want the excuse...I'm looking for something. Now what that may be, well, you'll just have to leave that one to your imagination...if any of it's still left not imagining other things~" With a brief wink and a tug to the left strap of her top, she continues. "Anyways, if you want an actual reason, then besides looking for something, I'm also just looking to pull back and crack a cold one." You can't help but look down at the many more than one 'cold one' strewn along the concrete floor and then at her. She waves it off as if it was a common ocurrence. "Ah, one, eight, difference? Not a lot. Point is, I just want to breathe a bit. I mean, you might understand that right? Look at you, heavy clothing in this heat? Can't be good for you at all! So come on, lay back a bit! You're off shift right?" Without hesitation, you're suddenly removed of the heavy gear by the girl, leaving you in the much lighter undergarments you had underneath, revealing a body lightly toned from all that time at the site. Such a sight earned you a whistle from the bombshell herself. "Wow, guess that snarky asshole I met two days ago wasn't kidding. You workers really do look great! Well, you more, he was a showoff, I like the more subtle type~" After another wink she then offered you another beer. At this point, much more comfortable around the girl, you couldn't help but notice that the beer was the same model everyone at the site drank...coincidence? "Heh, bet it's your favorite right?" How did she know that? Did someone else who visited her before tell her? "You guys and girls are always drinking this 'round the site, so I guessed this was your favorite. Am I right? Hm? What's with the look? Oh...oh I get it now. 'How does this sexy ass know what beer we all like?' Is that it? Well, let's just say I know this place well...though none of you know me very well!" Well that was extremely odd, someone like her in a place like this, acting as if she could do whatever, and not afraid at all at being alone at noght with complete strangers. Just who was she for her to be so calm in this sort of situation? Every time you wanted to ask her more about her though, she'd laugh it off and invite you to drink more, starting to talk about other stuff. It's in this way that you start to talk about sports with her, among many other things: clothes, girls, guys, space, politics. Before you could even begin to question it all, you were laughing and drinking with this girl as if she were your partner, or as if she'd been your best friend for years. After who knows how long, finally, she gets up and stretches. “Wow...you know of everyone in that site, you’re the only one who has actually managed to tell me your life and been able to keep a fun conversation with me without keeling over drunk or at least trying to cop a feel of me. I like that. Granted, I like the other stuff too, but it’s nice to see not all of you are mindless horny guys and girls.” With that she got up, seemingly fine, which was surprising given the eight cans of beer laying down beside her. Did she drink often? “Well, you were nice company! Not exactly the most thrilling one I’ve had, but one night having just a nice conversation without having to pull this top down sure is a refreshing feeling. I’ll be sure to tell Daddy of your excellent skills!” Daddy? What did she mean by that? The answer would be revealed to you the next day, as you’re greeted by the supervisor of the site, a shock to be sure, considering he rarely talks with the site workers. Hell, you’ve never personally met him until now. What he said though, was even more shocking. “I want to thank you for helping my daughter. She often gets lost around the site looking for stuff I seemingly always lose around here, and this place is dangerous for someone like her. However, fortune favored us both as she found you. You’ve been here quite some time right? How about I give you a raise? Double? Good enough? Great! Now if I have enough time…wait, where is my watch? Ah well, no matter. Come, let’s get the paperwork done.” As you’re practically dragged along by the grateful man, you can see his, rather expensive-looking, black sedan. In the back seat, through the window, you can see the girl, a watch twirling in her finger, looking at you with that same smirk, clearly snickering. The last thing you see before you’re yanked away from the view is a wink, a lift of a tank top, and a bounce of those huge boobs. Clever girl…maybe you should visit her again soon. Who knows what else might happen if you play your cards right another way with the girl at the other side of the lake...

Well hopefully I managed to make the girl the focal point of the story, I'll post it briefly, thank you cx

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