she sees the scuttling out of the corner of her eye, a pink streak - paintbrush stroke superimposed into her vision - darting into the nearby grass and mumbling its own name to itself.

persephone blinks slowly, but she could still hear her rustling and decided firmly that she wasn't hallucinating.

was that... mrs wigglesworth from the saturday morning children's cartoon; adventures of mrs wigglesworth, chiko, cyndy and toto...? releasing the contents of the first pokeball she got her hands on, persephone was glad it was the manectric.

"check that out for me?" she suggested distantly. lightning crackled at his feet as he leapt into the grass with a pre-emptive charge, snout to the ground in an odor sleuth searching for the wigglytuff with the thirst of a predator. "don't fucking kill it!" perse cautioned after the pokemon, receiving an acknowledging grunt in return.

quick as a heartbeat, persephone watched the blades of grass shudder as cerza - most likely - found his mark and pounced with a powered up wild charge. he trotted out proudly moments later holding a paralysed wigglytuff in his jaw.

"oh," she said dumbly. "i'm sorry, i didn't think he'd..." the wigglytuff muttered her species name, and seeing its battered body was so uncomfortable ( memories of mrs wigglesworth! ) that perse took out an empty pokeball and tossed it at her, wincing as it bonked her on the head before she dematerialised inside.

& caught the poor girl.