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Hello, Smash Academy! I'm, um... new here. My name is Oren (^_^)/. I'm a Sylveon. A recent transfer from Capcom High, pretty new in town, you know...

Okay, listen （￣□￣;）I'm skipping the pleasantries and just cutting to the chase. I noticed that the coffee shop my ex-classmates recommended to me is boarded up and "closed until further notice." That's creepy enough on its own, but the earthquakes don't help anything.

But I need coffee. I mean, GOOD coffee. The swill in the cafeteria is garbage. Please tell me there's another coffee shop open somewhere else. Anybody?

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Sylveon, eh? That's the Fairy type Eevee evolution from Kalos, unless I'm misremembering?

I rarely spend money on coffee shops, but when I do, there's only one place I'll go. They do a nice cup of tea, too, if you're more in the mood for tea. I can send you the address, if you'd like?

That's right. Fairy, Eevee, all that trash.

Address, yes! Please!! Soon!! Σ（0д0）

Oh, but... it's not close to any construction yards, right...? I have a bit of a sensitivity to dust.. (ˇ﹏ˇ)

All that trash, eh?

[...interesting way to refer to yourself there, lad.]

Not that I'm aware of. I can accompany you, if you'd like. It's actually not too far and I've a few routes we can take if we run across anything too dusty.

[Getting out of the dorm might be good for him.]

Well... I suppose going with you would expedite things a little, wouldn't they? Sure, let's do it. ٩(^ᴗ^)۶

Where can I meet up with you?

I'll meet you outside your dorm, if you'd like. I'm only in the Teacher's living quarters so it's not especially far, nor out of the way.

My name is Jon, by the by. Jon Talbain. I'm the Martial Arts teacher at this school, and a Trainer.

Thanks. Dorm BE-09. （＾ｖ＾）

[aaaaa did he say he's a trainer?!? aw shiiiit!]

[Jon was brisk about walking there. The past few weeks had not been kind to him in regards to his health, but today was bright and sunny and he felt like he was doing well enough for an excursion.

He spotted someone very pink outside dorm BE-09.]

Oren?

Oren kicked a rock into a nearby bush as he waited. He was getting really jittery without his afternoon coffee. Not a good feeling at all. He was actually starting to consider the watered-down swill that was cafeteria coffee.

And then he heard his name.

"Oh, Jon. Yes, it's me." He reached out his hand to shake, holding it as still as he could despite the uncontrollable shakiness. "I'm Oren. Pleased to meet you. Coffee? Coffee is where, now?"

Jon took Oren's hand and shook it gently. Ah. Looked as though he'd figured the other wrong - it was a girl, then, judging by the clothes.

...but BE-09 was definitely a boy's dorm. Huh.

"Charmed." he replied. "Follow me - it's only a bit of a walk into town. Coffee shops tend to do well near colleges."

Kids cramming for tests or staying awake through long date nights, or trying to sober up after a long date night so they could take tests. Caffeine is one hell of a drug.

"So, you went to CapHigh, eh? Transferred here from there myself several years ago."

Oren perked up. That must mean there are some quality coffee shops around here! SWEET.

"I did! I spent my first two years of high school there. It's fine, I suppose, but the atmosphere didn't suit me. I'm not a hundred-percent sure this place is any different, but there was too hostile an atmosphere there. Too hostile for me, anyway. Did you graduate?"

He was sure to keep a decent distance as he walked beside the werewolf. This man was a trainer. Trainers were never to be trusted. Who knows what kind of stuff he'd pull if given the chance?

"Not at CapHigh, I didn't. I transferred here in my senior year, graduated and moved onto the college level courses." Jon explained. "Then I decided to become a teacher. When I first enrolled at Capcom, they wanted me to teach Martial Arts there but I declined."

He remembered that Capcom High COULD be a little hostile. He'd had a hard time there, but then again, he'd given as good as he'd gotten and was plenty hostile in his own right. He'd mellowed in his time here. Considerably.

"You'll find Smash to be a far more forgiving environment. There are a lot of Pokémon here, too. Excellent trainers from different regions. The food is top notch too, despite the frankly dismal coffee. Made and served by an Ursaring."

[I don't have a human icon for his expression, so have a pokemon-face stand-in.]

Oren nodded as he walked along, listening intently.

"Mmmn. Cafeteria food from an Ursaring?" He smirked and raised an eyebrow. "This place is weirder than I thought! In a good way, though, I suppose.

And then he frowned. Scowled, even. He couldn't help it.

"...I must admit, I haven't had good experiences with trainers in the past. The thought of them being numerous here puts me on edge." Great. How many times is he going to have to deal with trainers walking by and yelling at their pokemon to attack him? He just wanted to be left alone...

Jon quirked an eyebrow.

"You know, I hear that more often than I'd like." he replied. "There are several Pokémon here who have had poor experiences with trainers. You can rest assured that the trainers here are of a superior caliber, and your rights as a person come before anything else. You'll not be randomly set upon by anyone and their team. And if anyone tries... let me know."

Jon took Pokémon rights pretty seriously.

Oren managed a light smile in acknowledgement.

"Thanks. That's reassuring, at least. ..A little. Forgive me if I'm not that easy to forgive and trust when it comes to trainers."

He squirmed a little. How many times had he heard that before? Not word-for-word, he admitted, but the same sentiment. He was realizing this resentment went deeper than he originally thought.

As they approached the taller buildings, Oren took the opportunity to change the subject.

"So, where is this amazing coffee shop of yours?"

"There's nothing to forgive." Jon replied. "If you've had poor experiences, then that's the fault of the trainers you've met. It's not a failing on your part. At least you're strong enough to talk about it - That's a good step towards healing. At some point, I'll introduce you to Chiyo, my Vaporeon partner - Her experiences were so bad that when she arrived at the Academy, she was a bundle of nerves and on edge all the time. Could barely bring herself to say anything to anyone. But she's grown into an outgoing, caring and energetic girl."

He smiled at Oren. He could literally blather about his team All Day if you let him so luckily the subject was changed.

"It's two blocks ahead, one block to the east. Not far. They also serve tea cakes and over priced breakfast type foods, if you're of a mind to have something to eat."

Oren smiled weakly and simply nodded. He didn't know what to make of Jon's enthusiasm for his team. He felt as if he should be okay with it, but for some reason he couldn't explain,... he wasn't. It felt wrong somehow to him. Was it just the thought of a self-aware being 'belonging' to someone? No, that wasn't it, though it seemed close...

Oh well. He could mull it over later. Coffee was imminent!

"Ooo, I could go for a morning bun, or a coffee cake!!" His mood was visibly lighter at this point, what with him nearly bouncing around as they walked on. Jon had said the magic words! "Have you ever had a Crumble Coffee Cake? They're to die for!"

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Jon would have been the first to agree on the concept of one person belonging in any way shape or form to another person. But that was besides the point right now.

"Ah, no. I'm really not much of one for sweets - they do a ham and egg croissant here which I quite like." he replied. "But in the main, I come here for the coffee."

It wasn't far, now.Jon's sensitive nose could pick up the scent easily.

"...also, I'm allergic to chocolate."

Oren could smell it, too. He could feel his nerves instinctively relaxing at the promise of caffeine. It was enough to almost make him zone out completely and miss Jon's reply. Almost.

"... Allergic?" he exclaimed. "So you haven't tried the... the Café Mocha?! You poor soul! Mochas are ambrosia for the modern world!" He genuinely felt bad for the werewolf, but as much as he meant what he said, he also realized how ridiculous the statement was. He grinned lightly. Thinking it over, Jon's allergy made sense, what with him being wolf-like and all.

"I shall take your word for it." Jon replied with a shrug and a very light chuckle. "I've not tried them, obviously. I prefer my coffee unsweetened and black and if I've a mind to, I'll ask for a few extra shots of espresso."

Hey, when you have to do like four hours of Kung Fu before 9:00am it pays to be super awake!

They arrived and Jon grabbed the door. Ladies first and all that chivalrous nonsense that was in vogue back in the 1940s.

Oren cringed at the thought of black coffee, but then considered the fact that it's an acquired taste. He should cut it a break. Even if it was pretty "blech." Besides, if you wanted to taste great coffee, it was best to do so without "additives" to muck it all up.

"Thanks," he smiled graciously as he stepped into the shop, thinking. "Mmm, you smell that? It smells like ~~victory~~ HAPPY is what it smells like is what it smells like!"

He stepped in line. There was maybe... ten people in front of them.

"Ugh," he grunted under his breath. He hopped in place anxiously. "Look at this line. I hope these people hurry it up...!"

"I'm sure they'll be as expedient as possible - No-one wants to stand in line for any longer than necessary, in my experience."

Hopefully none of the bleary eyed teenagers in line ahead of them were about to prove him wrong.

"So, what do you enjoy beyond coffee? By way of food, I mean. Pokéblocks? Poképuffs?"

Welcome Oren, I'm sorry that Michel can't provide you good coffee (I don't drink it myself, just the goodness of pure water!) but he welcomes you to Smash academy, hoooou! ~♥

Er... Thank you, Michel. (´°ω°`) No worries.

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Sorry about the scent in the dorm. I was testing a rub-on sample of perfume and it... well, it wasn't good. I'll crack the windows at night until it goes away, if that's okay with you.

I never thought the cafeteria coffee was all that bad. But there's places in town you can go. I'm not really a coffee buff though, so what do I know?

The cafeteria coffee is weak, watered-down trash. Trust me--there's better stuff out there. ｏ( ><)o You haven't known heaven until you've had a good cup of coffee.

What would you recommend? I'm kind of dying here... (╥_╥)

Really? Huh. The things you learn.

Well, there's a place down by the mall, it's close to this bubble tea shop Vinnie showed me before. There's a Starbeans branch down the street...

If you wind up trying something you adore, I'll happily take credit for changing your life for the better. （/＞ω＜)/ *:･ﾟ✧

Say, um... You're a Jolteon, aren't you?

Guess I could go with you and you could point me in the right direction. I'll bring some bacon for you.

Yeah, I am. Name's Jolt.

~~omgomg can i hug u plzzzzz (´｡✪ω✪｡｀)~~

Bacon? D'um... thanks? (⌒_⌒;) Would you mind showing me right now? I'm... kind of anxious... Need my caffeine... (ノ´ロ`)ノ

Hey, you like your caffeine, I love my protein.

Yeah, sure! I'm not up to anything. I'll come meet you downstairs.

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