Not-Chryssa
She/Her
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May 1
Eterna City, Sinnoh
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POSTED ON Mar 19, 2021 1:22:08 GMT
The path was blocked.
Halfway up the grand steps to the castle, Chryssa saw it standing there. A lone knight, decorated with pieces of Durant carapace for its helm and pauldrons. In one paw it bore a blade of liquid energy, its toe-beans curled around a shell-shaped pommel.
Lachlan sneered visibly and raised his sidearm, not even glancing at the girl for permission. Chryssa made no move to stop the blast of concussive poison that hurtled towards the lone protector, and she didn't need to-- the otter leapt with a self-propelled Aqua Jet, the turquoise of its blade flowing and changing into a living shield.
The Oshawott hovered there in a column of water as if to say just try and get past me.
"Marvelous," Chryssa said, eyes glued to the water-type, and then "Who dares to block my way?"
Fenella had been floating her up the stairs via Telekinesis to spare her legs the trouble (there was a wheelchair-accessible ramp off to the side, but Chryssa insisted on a grand entrance) and the Gothorita said something catty to her Slowbro partner.
Lachlan huffed as he hurtled the last few steps to the top, swinging his heavy Shellder for momentum. He soared up the last step and was smashed into from the side, a burst of cherry-blossom petals emerging from the impact like a spray of pastel blood. Retaliate, Chryssa thought, impressed, as her Slowbro sprawled across the ground. From his stomach, he attempted to aim his sidearm again, but the Oshawott was already on him at close range, a Razor Shell held to his soft throat.
Chryssa and Fenella finished floating to the top level and the Oshawott straddled the back of Lachlann's neck, pressing the jagged blade even harder against his skin. The Slowbro gurgled something, eyes bugging out.
Then he was abruptly freed as the Oshawott rolled off the side of him, chortling. While it was distracted, the Gothorita had snuck up on it to use a Tickle attack, and it seemed all its vigilante training hadn't prepared it for that. It rolled on the ground, dropping its scalchop in the process. "Ho ho ho!" Chryssa also laughed triumphantly.
As Fenella continued to tickle the Pokemon, its iron helmet fell off, and Chryssa saw its face! It was-- still an Oshawott!
Lachlan's reaction was stronger, however. He made a strangled, disbelieving sound. The Oshawott was female? He'd been bested by a woman!
"Will you join me, Oshawott? I would far prefer you as my friend over my enemy," Chryssa said, though the water-type was too busy laughing to reply. She touched down on solid ground again, crossing the distance to the little creature by her own two feet. "Never mind. Welcome to the posse, you fought well."
Having justly won her way into the castle, Chryssa tossed a Safari Ball at the helpless lady knight.
safari balls: 1 CATCHING OSHAWOTT
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