Not-Chryssa
She/Her
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May 1
Eterna City, Sinnoh
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as flies to wanton boys are we to the gods; they kill us for their sport
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POSTED ON Dec 31, 2020 12:26:30 GMT
Having listened attentively while Zac had explained all five Pokemon, Chryssa was eager to make her own narrative contribution. "Well, as mentioned previously, Skrelp, Scolipede, and Nidoking I was using to make myself gradually immune to all the poisons known to man," she said, not wanting that detail to slip by. "Nidoking and Scolipede were never reclaimed after we returned all the Pokemon Bailey Ooper had stolen to the authorities." Chryssa shrugged. "For all I know, they might have been her starters. Poison-types are naturally weak to Psychic... perhaps she found them in the wild and trained them on her own."
"Skrelp was just something my Lapras tried to eat the other day. Sharpedo was swimming in a pond near the Verdanturf Contest Hall, which I thought was rather curious, and Tynamo I... won in a game of chess," she said. "I was actually playing against her in the chess game, she's quite the brilliant strategist. Just don't let her play white."
Chryssa smiled, leaning back and closing her eyes for a moment as she pretended to be transported back by the 'fond' memory. Her eyes opened again and she sat up. "Anyway, that's probably all true."
Which brought them back to New Years Resolutions. Chryssa was quiet as she popped Arceus's legs into her mouth, chewing slowly as Zac checked his phone and exclaimed over his own forgetfulness.
"Appreciating your friends is good," she said absentmindedly, using her fingernail to scratch out the base of the Arceus cookie's neck. "But it's not a very tangible goal, is it? You're supposed to set something more achievable. For example, instead of 'I want to throw the world into chaos,' you should say 'Every two weeks, I want to assassinate one political leader, leaving no trace of myself and slowly turning all world nations against one another.'" Chryssa looked up for a moment. "So you should say something more like, 'I'll hang out with my friends once a month' or something."
She drew a line down Arceus's belly, scraping away the white mint drizzle. She put her finger in her mouth. "The human mind loves to make vague goals, you know." It was its way of making up for the possibility of failure.
So what was her resolution?
The last of Arceus crunched in her teeth, gingery and pungent. Bitter as it was, she relished the taste.
"I'll find a Contest to join once a week," she said simply. "I have... other hobbies, and some research I'm doing. But I'll try to travel to the local Contest Halls more frequently, not just when there's a Grand Festival. I have to keep in practice."
Tangible. Achievable.
But how about something impossible?
Thirsty after eating Zac's cookie, Chryssa stood up and walked to the concessions stand, returning with two more bottles of their favorite soft drink. "A toast to the New Year," she said, handing one to the bearded man. "To a year of friendship, competition, and absolutely killer stunts."
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