Annie!
She/Her
16
Employee at the Stray
Cadet
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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Annie Mei
Get the Goods and Get Out
POSTED ON Nov 29, 2019 19:11:50 GMT
[attr="class","anniepost"] He fixed his eyes on her, and she got the feeling that she shouldn’t have asked. It was the same sudden shift her Weavile made whenever she made a pun – every joke bringing her one day closer to being silenced permanently. On the bright side, the experience meant that she didn’t flinch at the man’s stare. Rather, she looked mildly confused. “You know. I mean, I hope that you do.”While he showed his partner affection, Bolt nuzzled his head against his trainer’s leg, prompting her to reach down and give him a few headpats. It couldn’t last, of course. They’d drawn attention to themselves, and that meant that the wild Pokemon were curious and aggressive. The thug took charge, telling his Pokemon to soak the scene instead of going all-out attacking. Bolt stood on all fours, showing his look of realisation a few seconds before his trainer’s. “Oh. Well, there’s an idea.” She looked down at her Shinx. He didn’t need to be told. Instead, he sprung forward, landing at the water’s edge, staring down the Camerupt that dared threaten their party. “Finish them off with a Discharge!” She pointed at their foes, entirely for dramatic effect. It went surprisingly well with the devious grin she’d grown. Bolt let sparks fly, an array of golden bolts shooting from his person, across the water and to both wilds simultaneously. Augmented by the water, the attack was enough to make them collapse. “…Huh. That was actually pretty cool. Why didn’t I think of that?” Her partner didn’t return to her, but approached Evan’s party. He raised a paw, partially in greeting, mostly to test the waters. Perhaps they could be friends. Perhaps their trainers could be friends too. The attack had emboldened the girl (not that she needed a confidence boost to begin with), enough that she could give a comprehensive answer: “Fancy suit and tie, tailored. Glasses, probably. Short hair, straight from the barber. No tattoos. Or piercings. Or jewellery, except maybe a watch. You’re batting zero for, like, at least six there.” She was blunt, and at least a little rude, but that only happened deliberately if she felt offended or at ease. Transitioning from one to the other had to count for something, right? If nothing else, he could take comfort in knowing that she wasn’t one to talk about presentation. The ‘trainer extraodinaire’s funds were sorely lacking, if her outfit was anything to go by, and she’d been standing around in the cave long enough for beads of sweat to start rolling down her face. [attr="class","wizzcred"] [newclass=".anniepost"]margin-top:25px; [/newclass] [newclass=".anniepost b"]font-weight:lighter;color:#cb4335; [/newclass] [newclass=".anniepost i"]font-style:italic;color:#cb4335; [/newclass] [newclass=".wizzcred"]font: monospace; font-size: 10px; color:#7a7a7a;[/newclass] [newclass=".wizzcred a"]font: monospace; font-size: 10px; color:#7a7a7a;[/newclass]
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