the malevolent / kat
she/her
twenty three
october 7
sootopolis city
heterosexual
full-time bitch
council member
good girls go to heaven, bad girls rule the world
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Katherine Fairburne
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POSTED ON Mar 28, 2021 9:54:45 GMT
[attr="class","katherine"] [attr="class","katherinepokes"] It’s not enough. Katherine wants it to be, so it’s simpler for her and allows her to be sincere with Fernando - not just partly, but fully - but it’s not enough. A man like him may hold a skeleton or two in his cupboard, but she was a fool to think that they’d be equal. And on the off chance that they were? She was naive to believe he’d simply entrust her with a secret of that magnitude. Optimism simply didn’t suit her. But trust is a two-way straight, and if she was to incriminate herself: then there was no other way. She had to give in, let go, and even go against herself. … She had to trust him. “Rocket. I see.”Sadly, she doesn’t have a scar to show him in turn. She can only offer her words now, words that come only after she turns to look away from Fernando. She couldn’t bear watching his expression now, especially due to the approaching judgment. Giratina, despite not offering any vocal approval or disapproval, assures her of one thing: it’d be there after everything. Not for her— but it’d be there. Even now, Katherine has her hand on the trigger. If they have to leave, disappear or even vanish into the distortion world - she accepts it. “I was sixteen when I ran away from home,” when she packed a bag and stole a bunch of her mom's jewelry to cover a few months’ rent. ”Rocket wasn’t as prevalent in Hoenn back then. Not yet, at least, but there were… Agents. The type you keep in a region you’re going to invade one day.”Recruiters. Spies. People who laid the groundwork for the eventual invasion in Slateport and everything that came along with it. Criminals. “I had nothing.”
“I had no one.”
“... I needed something.”And now, it feels like she has everything she could ever want— and the thought of losing it is frightening. “Rocket fixed all of it. They gave me a home, a job, a purpose…” But it changed. She grew up and matured, and if the organization she was once proud of calling a home taught her anything was that caring for yourself first comes before everything else. It always will. Katherine turns, slowly, with her eyes remaining closed until she musters enough courage to peel them open. “... Do you still need Tapu Fini to tell you I am saying the truth? Or do you believe me?” And most importantly, how mad is he? 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: #D5B259; 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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