[attr="class","hanaflavourtext"]❝
呼べよ、花の
名前を❞
[attr="class","hanatext"]A name as
soft as fallen snow, a
familiar face that brings forth so many memories and a promised sight that has yet to be
seen. Though Lilith isn't one for crowded spaces, something about this
strange turn of events pulls her ever closer to the spirit of festivities and fills her with a child-like
wonder she's never gotten the chance to keep.
You're still mean as ever, huh? Mistral probably thinks so too… Maybe if you were a little nicer, he'd listen…" Kindness begets
kindness and karma goes around, or so is the belief she clings onto. Lilith is never one to
torment or
spite her pokemon without reason and even if she does, she never does it out of true
malice. She's gentle as she
heaves Rubia with one hand and
frees Mistral with her other, placing the Piplup on her shoulder and ensuring he hangs on safely. Of course, he's still free to
wander but for now, she does
agree with the unspoken sentiment of not wanting to
lose him to the crowd.
But perhaps, the focus of the teasing is all too quickly turned back onto her, a
strange remark about dates practically flying over her head as she
struggles to understand the meaning behind it.
"Date…? You're dating someone…?" She's never had a
crush nor gotten
intimate with people before, but from the many books and couples she's seen, having a partner seems to be something to be
happy about.
"Congrats, Rowan…" She nods at her
well-constructed wishes, giving the boy a
thumbs up without ever having a
change in expressions.
However, just as Rubia preps herself to
headbutt Lilith for her ignorance, bells
toll with a curse of
madness, the world soon
erupting in panic and fear as the ground
shakes. Instincts tell her to clutch
tight onto the Wooloo and Piplup, her feet already
shifting towards pockets of safety as her eyes
lock onto the cause of the issue: A herd of
startled Tauros charging straight into various stores and festival goers. In this very instant, Lilith does what she knows best as she makes a
break for it. It's a
cowardly thing to do and she
knows it from the bottom of her heart, but never once does she dare to
turn back - She just can't bring herself to expose her pokemon to such danger.
Where chaos breeds, the roots of evil
grow. With
cowardice comes a
helplessness that cannot be
shaken, muffled apologies desperately muttered under her breath like a mantra. She isn't
strong enough, she isn't
brave enough, she isn't like the others who can simply
smile and say that they'll
fight to right the world. She
lives for herself and the only family she has
left, she fights only to keep the
smiles that they've
struggled to regain after so long. And yet, helplessness isn't always a
dead end, a sharp bleat from Rubia momentarily
tearing her away from dissolving into
panic. She
calls with such conviction,
writhing and
struggling so violently that Lilith loses her grip and lets her go.
Stop running. She can see the anger in Rubia's eyes that
clamour for any shreds of empathy she has left. That declaration of war is made with a firm
step towards conflict, her woolly coat seeming to
bristle as she
dares her trainer to continue her escape.
"Rubia, please..."But that plea falls on
deaf ears, the Wooloo already
sprinting towards danger, a defiant bleat echoing through the air as it attempts to
Take Down the approaching legendary pokemon.
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Tl;dr - Lilith
BOOKS IT and tries to get away from the TAUROS. Rubia rebels and attempts to use Take Down on Tapu Bulu
Eva was dutifully rubbing the Machamp’s shoulders to loosen her up for her next round against the fearsome Incineroar when all hell broke loose. The ruckus of the charging Tauros grabbed the trio’s attention. It was as if a flipped switched in the doctor’s head. Without saying a word, she smacked the Machamp and the three were off running to the source. 
under unexpected firework light, noah finally finds time to reply. but the thing is, what makes officer duty tiring is the unexpected. it is coming in every day, unsure of what is to transpire, what is to leak through the agenda's pages or crackle through the radio's mesh speakers.
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