saoirse quinn
she/her
29
october 27
circhester, galar
bisexual
physicist / inventor
head scientist
every night i burn, dream the black crow dream
TAG WITH @lulu
Lulu Flint
that was my joke guess
POSTED ON Sept 16, 2020 17:24:54 GMT
lulu had decided, in the wake of all her life’s happenings, it was time for her to focus on a hobby. battling had become that new focus. the elements, the power, the audience here… it all served as a great distraction from the looming consequences of her outside actions. it allowed her to dissociate. it was a game—one that she was getting good at. rufio would find no wimp standing in front of him. the rocket that stood opposite tossed a pokeball over and over, catching it in the palm of her hand confidently, sending him a menacing smile. she had a black hoodie on, the over-sized hood pulled over to shadow most of her face, as always. having been frequenting the arena, she’d become a small-time renowned enigma among regulars to the hut who weren’t aware of her employment. a portion of the crowd, recognizing her, cheered. “hope you came ready, kid.” she called over, her galarian accent thick. she tossed out the ball in her hand, a scyther releasing from it. she was eager to see how it fared, having recently acquired it. the poor thing was in for a bumpy ride. lulu had one hell of a savage training method. the referee lowered a hand and stepped back, and a bell sounded. “scyther, X-SCISSOR!” the pokemon rushed forward in a blur, its sharp appendages slashing in a diagonal crossing pattern at its opponent with impressive speed. lulu smirked at its obedience.
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