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Post by AYAME FUJIWARA on Oct 7, 2019 14:11:16 GMT
She doesn't know what's gotten into her, nor does she know what's in store.
She could have sworn she was asleep; sound in her bed without a worry nor care in the world. She wasn't one to have nightmares, nor was she one to feel much fear towards them (granted, she wasn't one to feel fear all too much, in general). She was one of the later to rouse from her sleep, being harmlessly shocked by a laid out electric terrain. It was pitch black, and she couldn't see a thing in front of her. The only light source were the people around her, who seemed to wake up earlier. They had their own pokemon with them, which prompts her to move her fingers to her belt.
Six of her pokemon on her belt. This offered some form of relief--
... Relief? was she scared? Her fingers brush against the sides of her arms, under the poncho that she wore. indeed, she was chilled. goosebumps plagued her arms; but why? she felt.. horrible. this was a foreign feeling; the pit in her stomach grew, and a bead of sweat dripped from the side of her face as she gradually made sense of her predicament. she was terrified.
not that she would admit it, of course. taking a deep breath, she grabs two pokeballs on her belt to send out her rotom and vivillon. the rotom's sparks flicker in the darkness and it seemed like the ghost pokemon was more at home than ever. On the other hand, her vivillon flapped his wings to let the illuminating scales map out the ground. Or.. so she could at least see the pitch ground.
suddenly, she feels the ground shake--... No, it moved. it moved in manner so grotesque, that even she felt nauseous. she glances at the ground; the scales from her vivillon, too, were shifting. it wasn't her imagination.
"Gross.." she mumbles. she glances around for anyone else who could have been caught in this, and finds two other people, not too far from her, gauging their surroundings-- until she's interrupted by a sudden 'bump' into her back.
She stumbles forwards, slightly, but her vivillon catches her before she can fall into the moving ground. "woah, there.." she starts. the purplette glances back, and finds a woman who seemed to stumble. "are you alright?" she asks as her rotom hovers over, more so to get a better look at the woman and illuminate her with the soft, blue hue.
- wakes up, feeling gross and SCARED for once
- sends out rotom and vivillon; rotom is lighting things up with its natural glow
- vivillon's colourful scales are reflecting the light from rotom so ayame can see the ground move
- bumped into siobhan ó cuinn , vivillon latches on ayame so she doesn't fall