the malevolent / kat
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Katherine Fairburne
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POSTED ON Nov 17, 2020 23:09:18 GMT
[attr="class","katherine"] “I see.”So the foundation hasn’t been laid yet. Fernando, Katherine assumes, only knows of the basic details. What everyone had seen. The only bias that influences his mind is his own. It means that as it stands, Mauville’s gym leader only has one person to convince rather than several. “Yes.” She confirms, pausing for the sole purpose of tasting more of the expensive whiskey. After all, it’s not every day that Fernando Silph calls you for a day drink. She intended to relish this. “It does belong to me.”There’s a hint of pride in the way her smile turns slightly more upright, as if having just revealed a set of winning cards in a game of poker. This is her Royal Flush. She despised the clown’s appearance (and antics), sure, but the power it held could not be underestimated. The events in Mauville proved that much. “Right. Well, the beginning was… Less eventful, I suppose. I believe it was Lane who got to the van first, and then a bunch of us joined. I think we all wanted to ensure that it wasn’t destroyed— which we failed at.”Not a fun experience, staying in a vehicle that was uprooted from the road it’d been driving on. “We all went our separate ways afterward. The Guzzlord was still there, and no one wanted to stay near it. I asked someone, who I doubt you’ve met, to give me a ride on his Corviknight. He’d been to my gym a couple of times, so I knew he wouldn’t refuse.”Katherine allows herself another brief pause, sipping on a bit more of the whiskey in her glass. “Jules Cotillard revealed himself around the same time. He had some weird cubes with him, and it seemed as if he was heading for the power plant.”Then, things took a strange turn. When she decided to tear a hole into space with her clown. “I haven’t tried it before, the… Whole wormhole thing. I wasn’t sure if my Blacephalon was capable of creating a stable one.” It’s hard not to get flustered when alcohol is involved, a man who’s as attractive as Fernando is sitting in front of her, and the image of Giratina floods her mind again. It’s a complete recipe for disaster. These ingredients bunched together manage to concoct a one particular, blushing, Katherine Fairburne. “However, it did. We needed an edge. We needed to reach the powerplant first. But Lane felt the need to follow after me, for whatever reason.” Her smile fades away, hand curling into a tight fist. She wants to curse, but she won’t. She can still restrain herself. “He partially managed to stop Blacephalon. I am not sure how, but he did it. The attack didn’t reach its mark - so it failed to deal with the aliens in time.”She stops here, now. In case Fernando had questions he’d like answered before she continues. notes: [newclass=.katherine] width: 330px; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; color: #a3a3a3; padding: 20px; line-height: 12pt; margin-top: -10px; [/newclass] [newclass=.katherine b] color: #7a737e; font-size: 12px; [/newclass] [newclass=.katherinetag] text-align:right; [/newclass] [newclass=.katherinetag a] background: #2e2e2e; padding: 10px; border: 1px solid #252525; text-transform: uppercase!important; font-family: 'roboto'; font-size: 10px; font-weight: bold; color: #aaa; letter-spacing: 1px!important; [/newclass] [newclass=.katherinepokes] text-align:right; [/newclass] [newclass=.katherinepokes img] padding: 0px 5px 5px 0px; background: #2e2e2e; border: solid 1px #252525; [/newclass]
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